Perdita Durango Page #3

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Please let us go!

- She looks like Barbie.

You would stick your dick in a f***ing

keyhole if you had the opportunity!

Listen, I understand that your people

have been, you know, oppressed by our

country. Ok?

And I feel for you,

you know? I mean, I really do.

But it's not our fault.

It's not our fault! Ok?

Well, why?

Are you going to kill us?

- Oh, my God!

No, we're not going to kill you.

- Ok, ok.

It's gonna be worse. What do you

think about Christmas in f***ing hell?

Oh, my God!

- Holiday in hell! Holiday!

A f***ing happy holiday!

You make it right, sugar!

You're the best. I love you.

Come on! Come on! Don't look at me

like that! Come on, cheer up! Fun!

Get party, ok? I'm gonna put a song

on I know you're gonna like.

Come on, listen to this.

It's Herb Alpert!

- And the Tijuana Brass!

This can't be happening!

- It's a sign! It's a sign, Perdita!

No hay duda, they are the chosen ones!

- Listen, please. Please, please...

Please! Help us!

- Hey! See you around, pendejo!

Sheriff?

- What now, Fed?

Somebody wants to talk to you.

- Does it have to be now?

Says he's from the DEA.

- I'll be damned! A big-shot.

Ok, gimme 2 minutes.

- Ok.

And shut the door behind you

on your way out, will you?

I'm sorry, Vicky.

We'll have to continue this later.

See you tomorrow?

- Yeah, I'll call you.

This way, sir.

- Thank you.

How ya doing? Woody Dumas, Special

Agent for the Federal Narcotics

Division up there in Dallas.

- Rip Ford. Sit down.

Tell me how I can help you.

What happend to you?

Nothing. Sure is hot in here.

That's Susie.

- Thank you.

So, are you up to speed

on this operation?

What operation?

I sent you a fax two days ago.

- Oh, yeah, the fax from Dallas.

Yeah, I have it here. You're after

that character, what's his name?

Romeo Dolorosa.

- Yeah, he's supposed to be

a witch doctor, or something.

- Santero, drug dealer,

bank robber, scumbag!

- Here it is.

I'll reckon he made it through

your ambush in Del Rio.

They say he disappeared like a ghost.

- Well, he was lucky.

Could have been magic, right?

Maybe this Romeo has a cloth doll

looks just like you,

stuck full of needles.

It says here his hide-out's

in Mexico.

Yeah, he's got a ranch on the border.

I don't see how we can help you.

It's outside of our jurisdiction

and it's out of your jurisdiction

too, Special Agent Dumas.

Yeah, I know it's outside of your

jurisdiction and I know you're busy,

but I followed this guy for quite a

while and I know he works both sides

of the border wherever the money is.

- It's a big border.

Yeah, it is. But unfortunately for

you, they're here in Susie 'cause

I just saw her a few hours ago.

- Her? There's a woman involved, too?

Perdita Durango. She's as dangerous

as he is, maybe more.

This woman that you say you saw

has she done anything illegal

in the State of Texas?

- It's not gonna take her long

to break the law.

- Sheriff Ford speaking. Yeah.

Ok. Yeah, we're coming right away.

Yeah, thanks for calling, Phil.

- You know, Ava Gardner.

I always loved her lips.

Welcome to Negrita Infante!

What's the plan, Romeo?

- Forget about the plan, Adolfo.

The future has already been written.

- Cool.

You're the boss!

- No, you're the boss!

You're the boss!

- I say you are the boss!

Your're...

What's wrong with him?

This is crazy! Oh, my God!

Where are we!

Looks like another planet.

This cannot be happening to me!

Sleep a little, senorita.

- Please let me go!

Don't you know they'll kill us?

- I know nothing, senorita.

What? You're with them! Look,

I have 40 dollars and a VISA card.

If you let me go,

I'll give you my number.

Ok. I'll give it to you now.

It's 7-4-7-0.

You want a blanket?

- Say something!

You want a blanket?

- Why are you doing this to me?

You wanna kill us, too? Is that it?

F***!

I want to share something with you,

Duane.

It's my treasure.

A sticker collection?

It looks interesting.

Interesting?!

Duane,

when I first saw these drawings,

I started looking for answers

to the big questions in life!

What the f*** are we doing here,

Duane?

Why do we need to eat?

Why do we need to f***

or watch TV? Tell me.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

You're not one of those kids who doesn't

believe in anything? Are you, Duane?

No,

I believe in a superior energy.

Energy?! Energy?! F*** energy, Duane!

No, no, no! Don't start with

that hippie bullshit, ok?

I'm talking about Gods!

Gods creators of f***ing universes!

Ok. Ok, all right. I believe, ok?

- Good.

God!

So Goldilocks wants to be a hero?

- Shut up!

I expected you to be a stupid-ass

white girl that depends on daddy.

I bet your biggest hope is to marry

some cocksucking cowboy, pump out

endlessly. Isn't that right?

Give me the gun.

- I don't know what this is about,

but I do not wanna die!

- Ok, then kill me.

Go ahead, shoot!

But if you miss...

- I know how to shoot a gun!

Really?

I'll give you piece of advice.

I don't need your advice.

- Lf you really wanna do something,

do it without thinking about. That's

the difference between you and me.

I would have killed you long time ago.

- For instance the Aztecs,

the old inhabitants of this land.

This people had this all figured out

thousands of years before

you and I were born, Duane.

See this guy? It's me.

And this here is you.

Food for the Gods.

How many men have you f***ed?

None?

I can't believe it.

You're still a virgin?

It's written all over your face.

It's ok. We've all been there.

Come on, this is stupid.

Gimme the gun.

That's good.

You know what they did to me at

school when I misbehaved?

They would whack my hands

with a ruler.

Kiss my feet! Come on!

Good girl.

You have to die to live.

- Oh, my God.

Exactly.

Think of Jesus Christ.

Why are millions of people coming

together each Sunday

and drink his blood?

Tell me...

didn't you know that one has to

sacrify to the Gods?

People forgot their religion.

I envy you, really.

Through your sacrifice

you'll be immortal

like Jesus.

Telling him a bedtime story, Romeo?

Well, just filling in a few holes

in Duane's education.

Well, my little intellectuals,

I have one or two holes

that I need filling, myself.

This way. Sit down.

Sit down!

Here, what are you doing?

What do you want?! Leave me alone!

Does it hurt, Estrellita?

Hm, Estrellita.

Light of my life,

fire of my heart.

I'm not going to do

anything...

I hate her!

- I think your friend Duane likes her.

Is he with her?

- I'm afraid so. But don't worry,

you're with me.

Romeo will take care of you, mi amor.

Put your hands up. Up! Up! Up!

Oh no!

Carajo! What the f*** is this?!

- What?

It's fake.

- Come on, Estrellita,

you don't need it. Leave it.

That's for the putas, Estrellita!

Carajo!

No!

What are your goals in life, Duane?

What?

What are your plans for the future?

Come on, Duane, goals.

All good American boys have them.

How often have you done this, Duane?

Huh?

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