Perdita Durango

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Want another? Sweetie!

Bring me another Bud. And for you?

- What would you like?

Coke.

- Diet?

You f***in' kidding?

You live in Mexico?

- Not exactly.

Hey, you heading out somewhere?

- Nowhere now. What about yourself?

Phoenix. 4 day software convention.

I'm a software salesman.

By the way, my name is Manny Flynn.

Half Jewish, half Irish.

What's yours?

- Perdita Durango.

Ah, that's a beautiful name

for a beautiful woman. Married?

Listen, Manny,

you want me to go to Phoenix with you?

You pay me way, you buy my meals.

I'll keep your dick

hard for 4 straight days.

While you're at the convention,

I'll do a little business myself.

Plenty of guys there, right?

I show some tit, milk a little cow.

Quick and clean. 50 bucks a pop.

I'll let you keep half of the profit.

How about it?

I gotta go.

A**hole!

Hands up! Hands up!

You're sisters?

Well, I had a sister, too.

Her name was Juana.

She had two little girls

that looked just like you.

You wanna see my sister? Yeah?

Open it.

That's my sister.

Her husband shot and killed her.

And then he took his gun

pointed to one

and then the other little girl

and he shot them both in the head.

Bang! Bang!

Thank you.

I need a drink.

Please stay behind the line

until you are called forward.

All citizens entering the

United States with goods to declare

please move to the red corridor.

Remain in your vehicle until

interviewed by an Officer.

Forget it.

- My little virgin,

I think today is my lucky day.

- But not mine.

Lo siento, but I'm in a

bad mood today.

Come on, everybody needs somebody.

Even woman like you, Srta. Spitfire.

My name is Romeo Dolorosa.

My grandma is a witch,

my father was a Spaniard,

and I have a Mexican ranch.

Do you wanna come with me?

Well, my name is Perdita Durango

and I don't know sh*t about my f***ing

parents and I don't wanna know sh*t

about your f***ing little ranch.

You remind me of someone.

- Yeah? Who, Doris Day?

Let me guess.

You're from Hollywood, right?

Probably think you can turn me

into a big star?

But by the way you're dressed,

you remind me more of a f*ggot

or an extra in a bad Black

Sabbath video.

I like it.

Well, the truth is, I'm a scientist.

- A scientist?

No, you're definitely a dentist.

I could tell from that stupid smile

on your face.

It's the truth. Science is everything.

Scientists need money,

like everyone else. They need funds

to continue their research.

So, that's why I'm here

on this side of the border.

I see. Well, you're looking to the

wrong person for a donation. So...

Don't worry.

We have plenty of donations.

Like 12.000 dollars I just received

this morning

from the Morgens Interstate Bank.

Keep quiet! F***ing hell!

I don't want one f***ing move!

Don't move! Don't f***ing move!

- Shut up!

If you keep quiet, nothing's

gonna happen, alright?

The money! Quick! Here!

Take off your shirt.

Come on, take off your shirt!

What the f*** are you doing, man?!

You're crazy!

Come on, show me your titties.

Keep going...

The bra... Come on, the bra! The bra!

- What the f*** you doing, man?!

It's not the time!

- Oh, Good Lord!

Come here!

- Do you hear me? Let's go! Sh*t!

Sweet mother of God!

Move! Move! Move!

Come on, Romeo! Are you nuts, or what?

Run! F*** you!

Santero psychopath!

Ok, thank you very much.

Here you go, the mask of El Santo.

It will bring you good luck.

Thank you very much.

You had to do it your way!

Motherf***er! Son of a b*tch!

It's the last time I'm working

with you, cabron! F***ing clown!

Piece of sh*t, Santero. He had

to wear that f***in' little mask,

you know, like El Santo.

Hey, man, how much did we get?

- I don't know, man! I don't know.

Maybe 20.000, maybe more.

- I hope it's more. At least 25.

One grand for each and the rest for

the mother-f***ing Catalina!

Forget about Catalina, cabron.

- It's scary, man! I'm scared shitless!

Last week, we owed him 20 grand,

and now it's 23!

If we don't pay him soon, he'll kill

us and make a belt with our nipples!

Y eso no es funny, no senor.

We shouldn't have borrowed

money from him, I told you,

I told... Romeo?

Romeo!

F***!

Holy f***ing sh*t!

I'll get you, man! I'll get you!

Your luck is running out today, uh?

- Trust science, Perdita.

I have different plans of my own.

I get out of here. I'll donate my body

to science when I'm dead.

- You don't have to.

I already took care of that. Look.

- Are you f***ing crazy?

C'mon trust in my science, Perdita.

Do you want to cross the border

with me?

So what the f*** are you?

A grave-robber or a bank-robber?

I do it all, my love.

I got a really busy schedule today.

Your papers, please.

- Yes, sir.

Anything to declare?

- Nothing, Officer.

All right. You may continue.

- Thank you.

Trust in science, Perdita.

Trust in science.

I come from the island Petit Caribe,

When I was a kid, there were only

they crashed.

Sooner or later,

it was bound to happen.

It was impossible for it not

to happen. That's how the world turns.

That's how you and I met, Perdita.

You'll be my Yalocha...

- What?

My High Priestess.

You can help me with the ritual.

Last night I dreamt about it,

I dreamt I was licking your body.

Stop! Stop!

Did I do this?

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

I'm a sorcerer, Perdita.

Your Babalou.

It's rule of Ocha.

Santeria, my science.

Don't talk sh*t o me. You don't

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