Perdita Durango Page #3

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- 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

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