Bordello of Blood
- R
- Year:
- 1996
- 87 min
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Hyah.
Hyah.
Hyah.
We're behind schedule.
Hold it right here.
It's a good thing
you didn't tell us this is
where you wanted to come.
Why is that, toad boy?
Because we wouldn't have.
This place is dangerous.
There's a legend.
a ship stopped near here
and left behind a treasure.
Must be a big treasure for someone
to go to the end of the Earth to hide it.
And for some gringo to go
just as far to dig it up. Huh?
You're a smart boy, Miguel.
And because of that,
I'm gonna let you have
some of what we find.
Ah, remember
you say that.
Oh, I will.
I'm gonna let it have
a little of you too.
Right about here.
Tell your men to start
diggin' right here.
The opening
to the cavern's about two
or three feet down.
A cavern?
That's what the Indians say.
The men who came buried
the treasure in a cavern.
You know,
this thing doesn't look
like a treasure chest, huh?
Looks more
like a casket.
You're right again, amigo.
And inside it is the most
incredible treasure
in the whole world.
Cut the straps.
Come on.
Open it up.
What the f***!
Boys, meet Lilith.
That's it?
That's your
goddamn treasure?
You bet it is.
This here is the most horrible woman
the world has ever known.
And she's all mine.
You sick, pathetic,
little piece of sh*t.
You drag us all the way
to the end of the Earth
for a f***ing stiff?
Vamonos!
This ain't no ordinary stiff,
my friends.
I've been looking for this
little lady for ten long years.
I've searched the four
corners of the Earth...
just
to find her heart...
so I could give it back
to her.
Ahh.
H-How are you doing that?
What can I say, boys?
I know how
to turn a woman on.
Damn.
That's not supposed to happen.
Wake up!
Wake up, you b*tch! Sh*t!
Wrap her up.
We're taking her with us.
You sick
piece of sh*t.
Jefe! Jefe, mira aqu!
Ahora! Aqu est!
- My God, blood. Blood.
Ay, madrecita.
Oh, mama!
- Wh-What is that?
- It's a vampire.
The mother of all vampires!
Come to me.
No! No!
Chill, baby.
- What is that?
- You don't get to the movies
too often, do ya?
- "Movies"?
- It's the only thing
that keeps her in line.
whoever possesses the key
total power over Lilith.
It doesn't matter
where the key is.
In a pocket.
In a safe.
Or right in her face.
Isn't that right, sweetheart?
- Hey, beautiful,
if I give you one more,
- What are you doing?
- You promise to behave?
- Anything for you, lover.
You son of a b*tch.
Then she rips his face off,
and she eats him!
I-I know. It-It doesn't sound
like all that much,
but it'll do
great business foreign.
And the cassette...
Believe me.
You know the last picture
that I directed made a fortune.
I don't need to tell you
what a piece of sh*t that was.
No, you don't. I know
what a piece of sh*t it was.
Jack! Jack.
How are you?
Kudos to you, my friend,
on your promotion.
We must do lunch.
Must, must, must.
What a schmuck that guy is.
When I was still acting
in motion pictures,
I couldn't get him
to call me back.
Not a single
goddamn phone call!
Now, of course,
he'd give his left nut
to work with me.
And I'd give my left nut
for this lunch to be over.
Which brings me to why
I've asked you here today.
You and I have been friends
for a long time.
Yes, yes.
We have, haven't we?
Just as well
you feel that way...
because I don't think this tomb
is big enough for the both of us.
Which is why
I would like...
to propose
a friendly little competition.
Winner take all.
You're on, pal.
One.
Two.
- Three!
- My rock beats your scissors!
Give me that hand.
That didn't hurt one bit.
Go for it!
Well, kiddies,
looks like your pal the Crypt Keeper's
in for the fright of his life.
Um, I mean death.
Which is kind of like the man
in tonight's tawdry tale.
He's about to meet
the ghoul of his dreams...
in a nasty bit
of scarnal knowledge I call...
Bordello of Blood.
...for all those who
revere him the most,
who aren't afraid to say,
"I walk with the Lord."
That's why everyone here
at the Current World Ministries
has made the Lord's work...
our number one priority.
We can't do
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So get out your checkbooks...
and help wipe Satan's slimy hold
from the face of mankind.
Caleb!
Caleb!
Are you out of your mind?
Half the neighborhood
can hear this music!
Well, I am very sorry.
I must apologize.
There! That's for the other half.
Would it kill you
to be considerate
for two seconds of your life?
Yeah,
it probably would.
Well, great.
Keep it down.
Thanks.
I was going out anyway.
Where are you going?
You're my sister,
not my parole officer.
A parole officer's
exactly what you need.
F*** you.
Caleb, look, don't go out looking
for trouble, okay? Stay home. Please?
Are you afraid that I'm gonna go out
and have some fun, for God's sakes?
I know what it is.
gonna be sentenced to hell!
Well, I got news
for you, sister.
I'm already in hell.
Shut up!
You shut up.
Nice shot, dude.
One more, we win.
Sh*t! What are you
talking about?
All right.
Hey, five bucks
if you hit him in the nuts.
Are you serious?
- What?
- Five bucks in the nuts, man.
- Hey, six bucks if you don't.
- Six dollars?
- We got six dollars over here.
- F*** that. Ten dollars.
Ten f***in' dollars.
You got it.
- Sixteen dollars if you don't.
- Sixteen dollars!
- That's 16.
- Can you beat it?
Can you beat it?
That's too rich,
brother.
- Looks like
we got ourselves a bet.
- Let's go.
Stick him, baby.
Let's go, man.
Son of a b*tch!
Sorry, dude. It slipped.
Look at it this way, pal.
At least they're paying
for the beers.
My kids are gonna
have holes in 'em.
I wish you boys would
stop playing that game.
It's disgusting.
Why don't you just go out
and get yourselves laid?
That's not a bad idea.
Louise, why don't you come over here
and give me a little piece
of what you got goin' on?
You're a little young
for me, honey.
Why don't you come back when you
grow some hair on your nuts,
and we'll talk about it.
Oh, my.
Why don't you come look at my nuts?
They're very nice.
Here's to getting laid, boys.
Sooner or later.
Here's to gettin' laid
sooner and later.
Boys, I know a place...
not too far from here...
where you can get the best
goddamn piece of ass...
in the whole
goddamn world.
They got girls
that'll do things...
there aren't even names for.
Why don't you get f***ed?
I'm talkin' about
gettin' f***ed so good...
you might be able
to crawl home
three days later.
Okay. Okay.
Sounds pretty intense.
All right, man?
325 Bowmont.
Ask for the Cunningham...
wake!
You crazy,
bug-eyed motherf***er!
You better walk away.
I'll kick your ass, man.
Can you believe this a**hole?
He's insane, man.
He's nuts.
Yo, Caleb.
Where you goin', man?
Where the f*** you think?
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