Rottweiler Page #2
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- Year:
- 2004
- 95 min
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- There's no monsters.
Remember that God is good
and doesn't make monsters.
But the devil does.
Look, I'll show you.
See?
No monster.
What if he comes back?
He won't.
Perla?
Mama!
Oh hell!
Esperanza, bring me a washcloth.
Esperanza?
Esperanza!
Where are you?
Mama!
Don't shoot!
Don't shoot, please!
Put them on!
- Please, I'm not gonna hurt you.
- Don't look at me!
Esperanza, go feed the dogs.
Right now!
But the monster...
Don't cry, love.
The monster won't come.
Look what a pretty flower.
Do you know the name?
- It 's called "no-me-olvides".
- "No-me-olvides".
Go. Feed the dogs, okay?
Nino! Perla!
What 's your name?
Dante.
My name is Dante.
Put your hands on your head.
Go, Dante. Go.
- You came from the prison, yes?
- Yes.
Why are you, American,
in Kufard prison?
I came on a boat from Rabat.
I had no papers.
Don't look at me.
Listen, I'm not gonna hurt you.
I never hurt anybody. Okay?
I just need help.
I came over also...
to meet my brother.
But he wasrt there.
Nobody helped me.
Turn around.
Please. I just need
to get to Puerto Angel.
Why?
I need to find someone.
it will be bad for you.
I can help you.
I know someone
who can take care of you.
When you are here
without papers...
there are few choices.
If you are pretty,
they don't hire you for regular work.
You belong to everyone who can pay.
It changes you.
You even can like it.
Not always. But sometimes.
Nino! Perla!
Nino! Perla!
- Can you help me?
- Don't touch me! I don't like men.
I could kill you.
No problem.
In Puerto Angel I was a whore.
One of Kufard's girls.
Most of the time I was stoned.
Then she came...
Esperanza, my hope.
Mama, Mama,
Nino and Perla won't come.
Out! Get out, Esperanza!
- But Mama...
- Get out!
Santiago was one of my regulars.
He was a priest.
But he has a weakness.
I'd sleep in his bed.
But we don't touch.
We pray.
We never touch.
Do you understand?
Mama! Mama!
The monster!
Out, Esperanza!
Get out! Out!
I only stay here for Esperanza.
So she will have a place.
So she won't be like me.
Perla?
Perla!
Perla...
Mama!
Mama!
Gimme the gun!
Trust me.
- What is it?
- It 's a Rottweiler.
Get to the bedroom!
It 's not gonna hold.
Through the window!
Come on!
You go first, I'll pass her on.
God damn it!
where you can take the girl?
- The root cellar.
- Go!
- What about you?
- Just go!
Come on!
Come and get me!
No!
Get down! Down!
Come on!
Come here. Come here.
Come on.
Stay back.
Come on, you son of a b*tch!
Come on, let 's get out of here.
Just a second, okay?
Don't bother yourself.
I'll do it.
Will you leave that
before you break it?
You see? What did I tell you?
I knew you were gonna break it!
Curiosity killed the cat.
Did you hear that, Nacho?
You okay?
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
It 's beautiful. It 's pretty.
Where'd you pick it?
"No-me-olvides".
What?
I can't hear you.
"Olvides".
"Olvides"?
That 's "forget", isn't it?
"No-me..."
You want to forget?
I lost someone too.
I'm gonna find her, though.
No...
No.
I can't remember where she is.
Where I last saw her.
It was...
somewhere in...
Puerto Angel.
"No-me-olvides".
No-me... forget?
Forget-me-not.
Forget-me-not!
You're talking about the flower!
"No-me-olvides"?
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Forget-me-not.
Come on, let 's go
before he changes his mind.
Ula?
- Hey, you okay?
- I'm fine.
Well, I mean...
What happened there?
What do you think?
You saw him.
What you...?
You let him?
You don't think
I wanted to, do you?
No, no.
Of course not.
You sounded like...
you enjoyed it.
How can you say that?
There's a pack of cigarettes
in my shirt back there.
Berta?
Will you get them for me?
Yeah, okay.
And don't touch
anything else back there!
What the hell
is going on back there?
Stay back!
Get back!
I'm stuck!
Berta!
Berta?
Berta...
The monster, I killed him.
God!
I'm gonna die of rabies.
That 's better.
You're dead.
It 's what we all aspire to.
You're not real.
What 's real?
Where are you going?
What do you want from me?
The question is,
what do you want?
What do I want?
I came to help you out, man.
How?
Don't you know what night this is?
Tonight?
Exactly one year ago...
in October,
of your most immemorial year.
I lost her.
Could be you found her.
Here?
She rolls through
an ether of sighs...
No.
Was it love?
Did you truly love her?
Or was it the idea of her
that you loved?
The soft flesh and warm embrace?
- She's not dead.
- A promise is a promise...
is a promise.
When are you going
to stop running away?
No.
No! She's not dead!
She can't be dead!
Looking for something, man?
I know everybody.
Anybody, anything.
I'm your Sugarman.
- I'm looking for a girl.
- Yep, I know her, man.
I know everyone upstreet,
downstreet and in between.
You name 'em, I know 'em.
What 's she look like?
That 's her.
Her name is Ula.
Yeah, man. I know her, man.
Strung-out b*tch.
I hate to tell you, man,
she's my old lady now.
Hey, hold it, man!
Hold it! Hold it! Okay, okay.
Maybe I got that wrong.
Let me see that again.
How long she been out here, man?
One year...
I left her here.
She don't call herself
Ula now, man.
F*** you.
now she's downstreet, man.
I can take you.
- You can take me?
- Yeah, man, yeah.
Okay, you take me.
You get the other half
when I see her.
Do you love her, man?
- Yeah, I love her.
- No matter what?
- No matter what.
- Then why'd you leave her, man?
I didn't leave her, okay?
We just... We just got separated.
Yeah, bummer, man.
How'd that happen?
I can't remember.
Yeah, man. Yeah, I've had
days like that too, man.
Let them in.
She's in here.
After you, man.
Ula?
Are you alone?
No.
No?
You said you'd take me to Ula!
That wasrt Ula!
At this point, man...
At this point they're all the same.
They're all whores! Not a c*nt 's
hair of difference between them.
How the f*** do you know
that 's not her?
It 's not her.
I got something here, man...
that will make you think
that really is her, all night long.
And in the morning, you just
gotta put her out on the street.
And I'll collect her.
You stay away from me.
F*** you!
Sh*t!
What the hell have we got here?
Armando!
What the...?
Ula?
F***ing a**hole!
Ula?
Hey, baby! Daddy's home
and he's bearing gifts.
- You got some sugar for me?
- Oh, yeah.
You wanna try this?
You like that?
And the best part 's
coming later, baby.
Holy sh*t! Somebody's having
a good time back there!
I'm gonna make you bark
like a dog, baby.
Congratulations!
I didn't think you were
going to make it this far.
I didn't think you had it in you.
You knew?
I've been tracking you.
Why are you doing this?
She pissed me off.
So I had to... you know...
But you, that 's a different story.
You hurt my dog.
- No games.
- No games?
Infiltration.
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