Perdita Durango Page #4

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originally mine. You see, the Nazis

made bars of soap out of the Jews.

Yeah, and you adapted it to our times?

- More or less. People want to be

so beautiful nowadays, hu? You have

to give them that they want.

Sure, everyone wants to look younger.

- Anyway, we must get this shipment to

a secret lab in Las Vegas right away.

- Right. You want me to go with Reggie?

No, I have other plans for him.

They tell me that you know the area.

Can you do it?

Certainly, Mr. Santos.

I'm glad to help.

Muy bueno. Now I have 10.000 dollars

for you in old bills.

The driver will have an envelope

with your instructions.

When you arrive safely in Las Vegas,

your cousin Reggie will give you

another 10.000 dollars. You remember

always, that God and I are with you.

Hey, chica! Looking for someone?

- Where the hell did you get that?

I took it from a kid. Get in.

Get in!

Ow! You are a clown, you know that?

- A clown with a golden dick.

Right.

Look, preciosa, look.

Yes! You little devil, you!

So your date was with a bank?

No, something better. We have to go

on vacation, isn't that great?

And when we get there, there'll be

another package like this. Give me!

Sounds like a good plan.

- Yes. We'll leave tomorrow night.

We've enough time for our little show.

Adolfo is getting ready everything.

I thought with everything that's

going on, I thought you would probably

forget about that Santero.

- Forget about it? Are you crazy?

It's the only thing I can think about.

Now more than ever. We need a good

sacrifice to appease the gods.

- Well, this is the perfect place.

There's nothing but little f***in'

lambs walking around here.

We just have to think about doing it.

- It's easy. Just stop someone and say:

I'm Palo Mayombe High Priestess.

Mind if I cut your throat and eat

your heart? Ok, what should we get?

I don't know.

How about something blond, tanned,

muscular?

Are you gonna f*** him or eat him?

Maybe both.

- Ok.

Here's your man.

- He's no good.

What do you mean he's no good?

- From far away he looked different.

Esta f***in' borracho! I hate drunks.

- What do I do with him now?

I don't know. Why don't you lave him

where you found him?

Who the hell are you people?

You crazy b*tch!

Sorry, man. Who understands women?

What are you doing?

- Watch, wait and see.

Shut up! Shut up!

F***ing blow your heads off!

Come on! Come on!

They're gonna kill the kids! They're

the devils! I saw it in their eyes!

They're gonna eat them and come

back for more. F*** all of you!

Excuse me, excuse me!

- Shut up! What're you trying to do?

Shh, it's ok, shh...

What's going on?

Well, if you're figuring on ransoming,

you know,

Estelle's father works in an office.

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