Perdita Durango Page #7

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What the f*** are you talking about?!

I know there's someone named Santos

who wants to kill Romeo in Las Vegas.

A Mexican man told him before dying.

- Don't f*** with me!

What the f*** are you saying?

It's the truth.

What? No, no, no. Forget the cops.

They know less than you and me!

Don't cry, sweetie.

How would you feel if I started crying

instead of going out looking for her?

Estelle?!

You cannot escape me!

You will be my love slave forever.

Turn it off. All that jumping

is making me nervous.

They jump so much because they have

super powers. Don't you understand?

Here. Cocksuckers!

Who the f*** is that!

They said you grew another arm from

drinking so much Tequila, cabron!

F***ing Romeo!

It's been a long time, man!

- A long time.

You came here? You need something.

- I do need your help like always, guy.

I want you to meet my friends.

The poor little Duane.

My sad princess Estelle and that's

Perdita Durango.

In the last 48 hours, I've had

Mexican Mafia tried to shoot at me.

Some f***ing animal tried to rip

my f***ing head off and I haven't

had breakfast yet.

Please, don't f*** with me today, ok?

All right? Just do you job.

I'm sorry, but I'm not paid to listen

to other people's problems. Hm?

No, you're right! But you are getting

paid to listen to my f***ing problems

'cause I'm your boss and I own you,

you little sh*t! So do your job!

Oh, please, I'm so sorry. We're both

very tired, you understand

I'm also tired! I haven't been shot

at but I've had 2 consecutive shifts

sitting in front of the f***ing

computer and I wanna go home to sleep!

Yes. Yes, but first...

- There it is!

That's the same f***ing list!

- I told you.

Practically every company has some

type of problems with the law.

Fines, toxins, illegal animal trade.

Yes, rhinoceros horns, dog fat...

Shut up with the f***ing animals!

Look at this! They're in Tucson

and they're gonna be here in

Dick! Sh*t! Nothing!

- I'm sorry.

Ok. Print all the companies that

don't have any violations.

What?

All the companies that don't have

any violations, that are clear. Print!

under construction.

Estelle, what's gotten into you?

- Forgive me for calling you a coward.

Forget it.

- It was to get you to react.

It's ok. Really.

Estelle, they can see us.

- Great, let them see!

Oh, my God!

I can't believe it.

- Come on, Duane.

Estelle. My God!

This might be our last chance

to do it.

Anything wrong?

- No, everything is just dandy.

Did I miss anything?

- Life's a b*tch, huh?

That guy just

got hit by a car across the street.

You lose sight for a second...

- Death came as a surprise to him.

There'll be many more surprises

when we arrive to that place.

Well, I don't like surprises.

Hey, you! Everything is ready.

I don't think this is a good idea.

- Don't worry.

They're good people, good friends

of mine. Doug was in Beirut with me.

What did he do, leave his arm there?

- Very funny, Perdita.

I crossed the battlefield with that

arm. It took me hours to get it

to the hospital. I got there too late,

though. It rotted.

Take me with you. Come on!

He only has one f***ing arm!

No.

Someone has to take care of

the kids. I don't trust Lilly

and Doug is an ex-marine.

- Don't f*** with me, ok?

I don't want you coming, period.

Is that good enough?

A piece of cake, Perdita. Drop the

merchandise, pick up the money,

and that's it. We'll be back before

you notice we're gone.

I don't like

leaving things half done.

I don't want to make my cousin

look bad.

Your cousin?

F***!

I wanted to f*** you one more time...

Romeo left these for you.

Where are the keys?

- What keys?

For the handcuffs.

- I have them.

Give 'em to me.

I'm sorry, I can't do that.

My husband said

no one leaves until

he or Romeo return.

Ok.

Pick a card.

- What's this? A game?

It's your future.

What does it mean?

- Bad luck.

Sh*t!

Where are we going now?

- Our little trip is over.

You're letting us go?

- That's right. I can't be driving you

around all the time, huh?

- You're going after him, aren't you?

It's your lucky day, sweetheart. Don't

blow it by asking stupid questions.

Now go! Go!

Bye, Perdita.

Doyle, I f***ing hate you!

I hate your little TV

and I hate your glasses

and I hate your stupid f***ing tie!

Did you say something, Sir?

- No, nothing.

Do you see anything?

- Not a thing, sir.

Everything's quiet, nothing's moved.

Motherf***er, you're not gonna have

this job much longer 'cause I'm gonna

tell 'em put you back in uniform and

right back out on the street.

As a matter of fact, when I get

through with you, you will guard

little shopping malls and put the

shopping carts back where they belong.

It's here! The truck! It's here!

- What the heck are you doing?

Right... Call the station.

And tell them I was right.

Right away, Sir.

F*** it!

Sh*t!

Bayou Chemical Industries.

Just opposite the Lock Shop

on Nevada Boulevard.

It's ok, Woody, all on their way.

All the units are on their way.

Shut up! And don't call me Woody!

'Cause I can't f***ing stand it!

You understand? Don't call me Woody!

Hey, cousin.

- Hey, man. You've brought our pal.

Hi, Doug.

- You haven't changed.

Nothing's changed. Right, Reggie?

- Like always, us three.

Here's the money. Take it.

Count it.

I trust you.

Sh*t!

F***!

Reggie,

I love you, Reggie.

Why are you doing this to me?

We are no longer in Petit Caribe,

Romeo.

I know.

- There's no other way out, man.

It's either you or me. What do you

want me to do?

There's always another way out,

Reggie.

Look at me!

Look at me!

Oh, Romeo...

Romeo!

Hold it!

- Nobody move!

He's dead.

- Golly gee Mothercrist!

Look at his teeth!

Incredible!

What happend?

I'm tired.

I'm so weak.

And I'm lonely.

I hurt so much.

I feel it hard to explain.

I can't trust love.

Because it won't stay the same.

Wow! Tired!

I'm so weak.

And I'm lonely.

I need somebody...

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