Perdita Durango Page #5

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- Shut up! Do you wanna get us killed?!

And my father doesn't have any money.

- The world doesn't spin only on money,

pinche guero.

Estelle? Is that your name, princess?

I like it. Estrellita,

that's what we'll call you.

Estrellita. You like that, Perdita?

What are you going to do to us?

- Nothing you won't like.

Show you where the people live.

Be a place to tell about, if you get

a chance on the next family picnic.

- Too bad you won't live to tell it.

Please let us go!

- She looks like Barbie.

You would stick your dick in a f***ing

keyhole if you had the opportunity!

Listen, I understand that your people

have been, you know, oppressed by our

country. Ok?

And I feel for you,

you know? I mean, I really do.

But it's not our fault.

It's not our fault! Ok?

Well, why?

Are you going to kill us?

- Oh, my God!

No, we're not going to kill you.

- Ok, ok.

It's gonna be worse. What do you

think about Christmas in f***ing hell?

Oh, my God!

- Holiday in hell! Holiday!

A f***ing happy holiday!

You make it right, sugar!

You're the best. I love you.

Come on! Come on! Don't look at me

like that! Come on, cheer up! Fun!

Get party, ok? I'm gonna put a song

on I know you're gonna like.

Come on, listen to this.

It's Herb Alpert!

- And the Tijuana Brass!

This can't be happening!

- It's a sign! It's a sign, Perdita!

No hay duda, they are the chosen ones!

- Listen, please. Please, please...

Please! Help us!

- Hey! See you around, pendejo!

Sheriff?

- What now, Fed?

Somebody wants to talk to you.

- Does it have to be now?

Says he's from the DEA.

- I'll be damned! A big-shot.

Ok, gimme 2 minutes.

- Ok.

And shut the door behind you

on your way out, will you?

I'm sorry, Vicky.

We'll have to continue this later.

See you tomorrow?

- Yeah, I'll call you.

This way, sir.

- Thank you.

How ya doing? Woody Dumas, Special

Agent for the Federal Narcotics

Division up there in Dallas.

- Rip Ford. Sit down.

Tell me how I can help you.

What happend to you?

Nothing. Sure is hot in here.

That's Susie.

- Thank you.

So, are you up to speed

on this operation?

What operation?

I sent you a fax two days ago.

- Oh, yeah, the fax from Dallas.

Yeah, I have it here. You're after

that character, what's his name?

Romeo Dolorosa.

- Yeah, he's supposed to be

a witch doctor, or something.

- Santero, drug dealer,

bank robber, scumbag!

- Here it is.

I'll reckon he made it through

your ambush in Del Rio.

They say he disappeared like a ghost.

- Well, he was lucky.

Could have been magic, right?

Maybe this Romeo has a cloth doll

looks just like you,

stuck full of needles.

It says here his hide-out's

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