Perdita Durango Page #2

---

that if we're gonna do a kidnapping,

we should get a gringo.

A guero?

- It'll be impressive.

Adolfo, did you hear that?

- Killing gueros?

F***ing hell! Living with you

will be kickass!

(Song) Who can turn the world on

with her smile?

Coming! Coming! I'm coming!

Hello, Mrs. Satisfy.

Is Estelle here?

- Of course she is.

Come on in. Come on in. Estelle?

Estelle, honey, Duane's here.

Oh, please don't make him wait.

Now, come on down!

Hello, Mr. Satisfy.

- Hi.

I'll be down in a second.

Estelle! Don't you hear me?

Come down!

What is Duane gonna think

of us? Oh, she is the worst!

Duane,

in this world, you have to be

in control.

It's the only thing that

makes us different from the animals.

Absolutely, Mr. Satisfy.

- Ah, you can call me Herb.

You know, when we were dating,

Glory Ann always called me Herb

after Herb Alpert, the musician.

You know?

The Tijuana Brass, you heard of them,

right?

Well,

not really...

- What is that?

It's a free-form mobile, representing

the 4 basic food groups...

Here they come.

- Ta-ta-ta-ta!

Here she is!

You look beautiful.

- Ok, you two kids.

Go out now and have a good time.

- Estelle said you're heading to Susie?

Ah, that's where the young ones go

to have fun nowadays?

Yeah, well...

- Let's go, Duane, otherwise

we might never get out of here.

- Duane, remember what I told you.

(Together) Always be in control!

They haven't arrived yet.

No. Where is Perdita?

- Shopping.

My, God! Are you alright, Sir?

I could've killed you!

Call an ambulance! Call for help!

Alright, alright, alright!

Please, stop touching me!

Stop touching me!

Sh*t!

Excuse me, Sir...

It's the Holy Bible.

You also have a letter.

Is it a secret admirer?

Oh, my God! Is my number one fan.

Is my grandmother Maria Jose, man!

I love her! I love that woman.

She always writes o me, man.

The oldest woman in Petit Caribe.

I mean, no one knows how old she is.

Whatever happened in my country,

she was there to tell the story.

She can't write, so she dictates her

letters to my cousin Danny Mestiza.

Even when my cousin Reggie and I were

in Beirut, she sent me a letter.

We got the money you sent.

Danny says thanks, and so do I.

I'm reading the Bible, looking for

the place where you're fighting.

Have you seen the Garden of Eden?

Did you see it?

- What, man?

The Garden of Eden.

Of course! F***, Adolfo, of course,

man! That's when I saw the Devil.

Garlic sprouted everywhere

he stepped.

There they are. Stay put.

Wait.

Primo!

- Reggie, man!

Hey, man! I missed you, a**hole!

As elegant as ever. How's business?

I get by...

- That's over, man, that's over!

We're too big for this f***ing border.

I'm changing your luck, Romeo.

You know Marcelo Santos?

Crazy Eyes Santos?

- Don't ever call him that!

He hates it. It pisses him off.

- Are you working for him now?

I told you, man, big business.

Big business!

Listen. You're my brother. My brother.

Mr. Santos wants to meet you.

He's here?

- In the car.

Mr. Dolorosa.

You like the jabugo ham?

It's illegal but delicious.

- Thanks. It's a pleasure

meeting you, Mr. Santos.

- I know it's a strange place to meet,

but I'm on my way to another business

meeting, and I hate to fly. Drink?

Yeah, thanks.

Your cousin Reggie,

he speaks very highly of you.

He tells me you send money back home

to your family. I like that.

Well, Reggie and I are very tight,

but he might have exaggerated

a little, Mr. Santos.

You don't have to be humble with me.

I need someone like you by my side.

Here's my proposal. It's very simple.

In 48 hours, a truck will arrive.

A refrigerated, semi-trailer truck

loaded with human embryos

for the cosmetic industries.

You make a skin cream with fetuses?

- Not a bad idea, although it's not

originally mine. You see, the Nazis

made bars of soap out of the Jews.

Yeah, and you adapted it to our times?

- More or less. People want to be

so beautiful nowadays, hu? You have

to give them that they want.

Sure, everyone wants to look younger.

- Anyway, we must get this shipment to

a secret lab in Las Vegas right away.

- Right. You want me to go with Reggie?

No, I have other plans for him.

They tell me that you know the area.

Can you do it?

Certainly, Mr. Santos.

I'm glad to help.

Muy bueno. Now I have 10.000 dollars

for you in old bills.

The driver will have an envelope

with your instructions.

When you arrive safely in Las Vegas,

your cousin Reggie will give you

another 10.000 dollars. You remember

always, that God and I are with you.

Hey, chica! Looking for someone?

- Where the hell did you get that?

I took it from a kid. Get in.

Get in!

Ow! You are a clown, you know that?

- A clown with a golden dick.

Right.

Look, preciosa, look.

Yes! You little devil, you!

So your date was with a bank?

No, something better. We have to go

on vacation, isn't that great?

And when we get there, there'll be

another package like this. Give me!

Sounds like a good plan.

- Yes. We'll leave tomorrow night.

We've enough time for our little show.

Adolfo is getting ready everything.

I thought with everything that's

going on, I thought you would probably

forget about that Santero.

- Forget about it? Are you crazy?

It's the only thing I can think about.

Now more than ever. We need a good

sacrifice to appease the gods.

- Well, this is the perfect place.

There's nothing but little f***in'

lambs walking around here.

We just have to think about doing it.

- It's easy. Just stop someone and say:

I'm Palo Mayombe High Priestess.

Mind if I cut your throat and eat

your heart? Ok, what should we get?

I don't know.

How about something blond, tanned,

muscular?

Are you gonna f*** him or eat him?

Maybe both.

- Ok.

Here's your man.

- He's no good.

What do you mean he's no good?

- From far away he looked different.

Esta f***in' borracho! I hate drunks.

- What do I do with him now?

I don't know. Why don't you lave him

where you found him?

Who the hell are you people?

You crazy b*tch!

Sorry, man. Who understands women?

What are you doing?

- Watch, wait and see.

Shut up! Shut up!

F***ing blow your heads off!

Come on! Come on!

They're gonna kill the kids! They're

the devils! I saw it in their eyes!

They're gonna eat them and come

back for more. F*** all of you!

Excuse me, excuse me!

- Shut up! What're you trying to do?

Shh, it's ok, shh...

What's going on?

Well, if you're figuring on ransoming,

you know,

Estelle's father works in an office.

- Shut up! Do you wanna get us killed?!

And my father doesn't have any money.

- The world doesn't spin only on money,

pinche guero.

Estelle? Is that your name, princess?

I like it. Estrellita,

that's what we'll call you.

Estrellita. You like that, Perdita?

What are you going to do to us?

- Nothing you won't like.

Show you where the people live.

Be a place to tell about, if you get

a chance on the next family picnic.

- Too bad you won't live to tell it.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes