Want another? Sweetie!
Bring me another Bud. And for you? - What would you like?
Coke. - Diet?
You fuckin' 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.
Asshole!
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 shit about my fucking parents and I don't wanna know shit
about your fucking 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 faggot
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! Fucking hell! I don't want one fucking move!
Don't move! Don't fucking 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 fuck 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 fuck you doing, man?!
It's not the time! - Oh, Good Lord!
Come here! - Do you hear me? Let's go! Shit!
Sweet mother of God! Move! Move! Move!
Come on, Romeo! Are you nuts, or what? Run! Fuck 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! Motherfucker! Son of a bitch!
It's the last time I'm working with you, Cabron! Fucking clown!
Piece of shit, Santero. He had to wear that fuckin' 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-fucking 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!
Fuck!
Holy fucking shit! 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 fucking crazy?
C'mon trust in my science, Perdita.
Do you want to cross the border with me?
So what the fuck 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, 3 Miles long, 1 Mile wide.
When I was a kid, there were only 2 cars. And one day, of course,
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 fuck are you talking about?!
I'm a sorcerer, Perdita. Your Babalou.
It's rule of Ocha. Santeria, my science.
Don't talk shit o me. You don't believe in those things, do you?
I do believe in its power.
You want to see it or are you scared?
I wish you wouldn't do that. - Why not? It scares evil spirits away.
I don't believe in voodoo bullshit. I doubt if those people did either.
It's not voodoo. It's Santeria. It's not the same.
Little magical tricks. Latin bullshit.
But it works. You saw it. - Yeah, but for how long?
You know, people are not that stupid. - Yeah,
do you have a better idea, smartass?
Yeah,
you know what?
We should kill someone. - What?
Yeah, we should kill them and then we should eat them.
Fuck! Like animals, mi amor? - That's right.
It'll be ingrained in their brains forever.
Let's do it tomorrow. - Tomorrow is not good.
I have a date across the border. - A date?
Son of a bitch. - It's not what you think.
It's business.
Being a kid in Caribe, I spent every day in the port with my cousin Reggie.
There were huge ships, everyone going to different places.
Panama, Mexico, Hong Kong, Lisboa. Places that we couldn't imagine.
From the moment, I knew I would go far into the world, beyond Caribe.
Yeah? What went wrong? - What do you mean?
This isn't exactly Paris, sweetheart. - Fuck you!
Fuck! I lived in Paris for 2 years, mademoiselle, and 4 years in Madrid.
You know Madrid? Look at this... Mira, mira. Esto...
I got this from a bull. I was a bullfighter.
And this is fuckin' souvenir from Beirut. The Marines!
The greatest travel agency in this fuckin' wide world.
What are you thinking in that little head of yours?
I'm thinking,
that if we're gonna do a kidnapping, we should get a gringo.
A guero? - It'll be impressive.
Adolfo, did you hear that? - Killing gueros?
Fucking hell! Living with you will be kickass!
(Song) Who can turn the world on with her smile?
Coming! Coming! I'm coming!
Hello, Mrs. Satisfy.
Is Estelle here? - Of course she is.
Come on in. Come on in. Estelle?
Estelle, honey, Duane's here.
Oh, please don't make him wait. Now, come on down!
Hello, Mr. Satisfy. - Hi.
I'll be down in a second.
Estelle! Don't you hear me? Come down!
What is Duane gonna think of us? Oh, she is the worst!
Duane,
in this world, you have to be in control.
It's the only thing that makes us different from the animals.
Absolutely, Mr. Satisfy. - Ah, you can call me Herb.
You know, when we were dating, Glory Ann always called me Herb
after Herb Alpert, the musician. You know?
The Tijuana Brass, you heard of them, right?
Well,
not really... - What is that?
It's a free-form mobile, representing the 4 basic food groups...
Here they come. - Ta-ta-ta-ta!
Here she is!
You look beautiful. - 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!
Shit!
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! Fuck, 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, asshole!
As elegant as ever. How's business?
I get by... - That's over, man, that's over!
We're too big for this fucking 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
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 fuckin' 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 fuck 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 fuckin' 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 bitch!
Sorry, man. Who understands women?
What are you doing? - Watch, wait and see.
Shut up! Shut up! Fucking 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. Fuck 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. - 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 fucking 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 fucking hell?
Oh, my God! - Holiday in hell! Holiday!
A fucking 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 in Mexico.
Yeah, he's got a ranch on the border.
I don't see how we can help you. It's outside of our jurisdiction
and it's out of your jurisdiction too, Special Agent Dumas.
Yeah, I know it's outside of your jurisdiction and I know you're busy,
but I followed this guy for quite a while and I know he works both sides
of the border wherever the money is. - It's a big border.
Yeah, it is. But unfortunately for you, they're here in Susie 'cause
I just saw her a few hours ago. - Her? There's a woman involved, too?
Perdita Durango. She's as dangerous as he is, maybe more.
This woman that you say you saw has she done anything illegal
in the State of Texas? - It's not gonna take her long
to break the law. - Sheriff Ford speaking. Yeah.
2 college kids you say? You're sure? Ok. Yeah, we're coming right away.
Yeah, thanks for calling, Phil. - You know, Ava Gardner.
I always loved her lips.
Welcome to Negrita Infante!
What's the plan, Romeo? - Forget about the plan, Adolfo.
The future has already been written. - Cool.
You're the boss! - No, you're the boss!
You're the boss! - I say you are the boss!
Your're...
What's wrong with him?
This is crazy! Oh, my God! Where are we!
Looks like another planet.
This cannot be happening to me!
Sleep a little, senorita. - Please let me go!
Don't you know they'll kill us? - I know nothing, senorita.
What? You're with them! Look, I have 40 dollars and a VISA card.
If you let me go, I'll give you my number.
Ok. I'll give it to you now. It's 7-4-7-0.
You want a blanket? - Say something!
You want a blanket? - Why are you doing this to me?
You wanna kill us, too? Is that it?
Fuck!
I want to share something with you, Duane.
It's my treasure.
A sticker collection? It looks interesting.
Interesting?!
Duane, when I first saw these drawings,
I started looking for answers to the big questions in life!
What the fuck are we doing here, Duane?
Why do we need to eat?
Why do we need to fuck or watch TV? Tell me.
Do you understand what I'm saying?
You're not one of those kids who doesn't believe in anything? Are you, Duane?
No,
I believe in a superior energy.
Energy?! Energy?! Fuck energy, Duane!
No, no, no! Don't start with that hippie bullshit, ok?
I'm talking about Gods! Gods creators of fucking universes!
Ok. Ok, all right. I believe, ok? - Good.
God!
So Goldilocks wants to be a hero? - Shut up!
I expected you to be a stupid-ass white girl that depends on daddy.
I bet your biggest hope is to marry some cocksucking cowboy, pump out
2 blond kids perpetuating the cycle endlessly. Isn't that right?
Give me the gun. - I don't know what this is about,
but I do not wanna die! - Ok, then kill me.
Go ahead, shoot!
But if you miss... - I know how to shoot a gun!
Really? I'll give you piece of advice.
I don't need your advice. - Lf you really wanna do something,
do it without thinking about. That's the difference between you and me.
I would have killed you long time ago. - For instance the Aztecs,
the old inhabitants of this land. This people had this all figured out
thousands of years before you and I were born, Duane.
See this guy? It's me.
And this here is you.
Food for the Gods.
How many men have you fucked? None?
I can't believe it. You're still a virgin?
It's written all over your face. It's ok. We've all been there.
Come on, this is stupid. Gimme the gun.
That's good.
You know what they did to me at school when I misbehaved?
They would whack my hands with a ruler.
Kiss my feet! Come on!
Good girl.
You have to die to live. - Oh, my God.
Exactly.
Think of Jesus Christ.
Why are millions of people coming together each Sunday
and drink his blood?
Tell me...
didn't you know that one has to sacrify to the Gods?
People forgot their religion.
I envy you, really.
Through your sacrifice you'll be immortal
like Jesus.
Telling him a bedtime story, Romeo?
Well, just filling in a few holes in Duane's education.
Well, my little intellectuals, I have one or two holes
that I need filling, myself.
This way. Sit down.
Sit down!
Here, what are you doing? What do you want?! Leave me alone!
Does it hurt, Estrellita? Hm, Estrellita.
Light of my life, fire of my heart.
I'm not going to do anything...
I hate her! - I think your friend Duane likes her.
Is he with her? - I'm afraid so. But don't worry,
you're with me. Romeo will take care of you, mi amor.
Put your hands up. Up! Up! Up!
Oh no!
Carajo! What the fuck is this?! - What?
It's fake. - Come on, Estrellita,
you don't need it. Leave it. That's for the putas, Estrellita!
Carajo!
No!
What are your goals in life, Duane?
What?
What are your plans for the future? Come on, Duane, goals.
All good American boys have them. How often have you done this, Duane?
Huh?
Looks like you start to like me.
I already worried about.
Tell me sweets. At least, I'm a woman.
Oh, my God.
How many times?
10?
5?
Fuck! Once?
Shit.
So, how was it? - I'll never forget.
I'll make sure you don't forget, 'cause it'll be the only fuck
you'll have in your life. Time's up, cowboy.
Ow!
There's no TV here, but there's something better
I want to show you. Come on. Get up!
The two greatest pleasures in life are fucking and killing.
So...
I think it should be you who decides who is going to be sacrificed.
You're the sorcerer. - What about the gringo?
You chose him. - Bullshit!
You're the one who started this!
You know all you wanted was that little fucking blonde pussy, anyway.
The poor girl bled a lot, you know.
Just like caramel cream.
Well, too bad she's not a virgin anymore, huh?
Wouldn't it have been better for your little ceremony?
Yeah that's true.
Why didn't I think about it before? Shit!
Too late now. Anyway, I'm glad we'll take a trip after the ceremony
because they'll be talking about it for a long, long time.
Everything is falling into place. I'm a lucky man, bonita.
Fuck!
If you call me bonita one more fucking time, I'll fucking kill you!
Ok, it's time. The show must begin. Before anything, I want you to know
that it's been a great pleasure knowing you both.
You see, Duane, they'll kill us! - This can't be happening.
I mean, this can't be happening! - I'm afraid it is, Duane, Cabron.
I mean, out there there's a bunch of people that have come very far
for this and we cannot let them down. So...
one of you will die. - One? Only one?!
Yeah, that's right. Only one. I mean, Perdita and I haven't decided who.
Best if we decide all together. - What happens to the other one?
The other one gets a trip to Miami. What's this here? A fucking contest?!
Ok. Ok. Who votes for Duane? - I'm sorry, Duane.
Estelle, what the fuck are you doing? - I don't wanna die.
But what about me? - Relax, Cabron. Now you vote.
Let's see, whoever thinks, Estelle should be the one, raise their hand.
You son of a bitch! - You're the only bitch around here.
I saw you fucking him! - He raped me!
That's bullshit! I saw you moving your ass.
After 2 years of playing square, I've the same right to live as you do!
When my father finds out what you've done he'll chop your balls off!
Your father's a fucking joke! - Shut up!
Ok. Perdita, what do we do now? - I don't know.
After this fucking circus, I think they both should die.
Excuse me, the people are getting restless.
Ok, Adolfo, you decide. Which one? - The gringa.
Who do you think you are? Romeo, you're not listening to him?
I'm sorry, it's been decided.
Don't be scared, Estrellita. Don't be scared.
Tonight, you'll be immortal. You'll enter in the house of dreams
where you'll live forever. Stop crying, Estrellita!
No!
I was 10 years old when they gave me the necklaces.
One for each god. Eleguä, Gemayä, Changö, Obatalä and Ochün.
Since then, my necklaces have protected me from evil.
Ache, ache, ache...
We live on a river bank.
That of the great light.
On the other bank is the great night
where we find force to live!
If we return from the other side, we'll have power,
power over others, over our enemies.
Somebody help me! Somebody stop him!
We must triumph over those who would keep us
in poverty and sadness!
This is the truth.
We must devour our enemies
before they devour us. This is the Pinaldo.
The saint's born from death.
Don't you want to see Romeo eating your girlfriend's heart out?
Just might turn you on.
You're a monster! How can you do this?!
Don't blame me, guerito!
Don't you remember? You voted for her, too. Huh?
Enjoy the show, sweetheart.
You little piece of shit!
Do you feel the fucking pain?
Go!
See if you fucking like it!
Watch!
Only night gives strength against the light.
No sainthood without death. - Stop it! No!
Romeo!
You remember me, honey? Remember the money we owe Catalina?
Well, forget it. Now it's too late.
I bring him your fucking head! Party's over, santero!
Bitch! Bitch!
Get off me! He's alive!
Where's the other kid?
Duane!
Get in the car! Get in! Come on! Come on! Shit!
Are we gonna stay up here looking? Plenty of them could've died!
They're a bunch of fucking killers! - Hey! Forget about it, Fed!
Remember, we're not here. - He's right. We can't do anything.
Who's this, a relative or something? - My sister's boy.
Lucky you.
Go! Go! Go!
Fuck! No one says anything, or what? - What the fuck do you want us to say?
Don't you wanna know who that was? - What for? He's fucking dead!
All I want to know is what the fuck are we gonna do with these two?
Give me time, Perdita, ok? I'm trying to think of something, ok?
Stop it, please stop it! Stop it! - Shut up! Shut up!
Stop it! Enough! Stop it! - Shut up! Shut up!
It's ok. It's ok.
The meeting point is in Junction. There, we will pick up the truck.
If we drive all night, we could get there on time.
We can't be late, Perdita.
What's wrong, santero? Did your gods abandon you?
You see? We lost 'em! - Relax, he's right in front of us.
Just can't see him. If I go any faster,
he's gonna see us. - You sure? He could've disappeared.
They say Dolorosa' a nagual.
A nagual? - A supernatural beast
that has a human head and a jaguar's body.
Yeah, and a camel's dick! - Best of all, he can make himself
invisible in front of his enemies. - Well, that would explain many things.
Like how he get across the border? - Yeah, with two naked and feathered
kids in his back seat. - You must be kidding.
You believe that Mexican bullshit? - The stuff works if you believe in it.
You know, one time I saw these guys crash right into a brick wall 'cause
they thought they could go through. - And did they?
Little pieces went through. The rest stayed splattered all over the wall.
Should it be parked in the middle of the road with those two inside?
Gonna wait. You don't fuck around with Santos.
I promised Reggie I wouldn't.
True, you made a promise.
And a Spanish gentleman never breaks his promise, right?
Even if it will cost him his life?
What do you want? That's how I am.
And you? What if I were killed? Would you cry?
Hey, Skinny? Skinny boy? Hey, what's are you doing, popsicle dick?
Come on, talk to me! Skinny boy? What's going on? Come on! Come on!
I think he has to pee. - No, man, he wants to suck your dick!
Are you a bit nervous, Pete? - Nervous? What the fuck would I have
to be nervous about, Cabron? - Shit, partner! Look at the truck!
You took 6 amphetamines, cafedrine,
Korean, American and Siberian Ginseng, 16 Giant E-zees!
Vitamins to keep me young.
Yoo-hoo! What is it now, Mr. Fetus?
There it is!
Right on time.
Santos knows how to do things right.
Hey, Dolorosa!
Cool. Dede Paralta, Pete Amendariz.
Fuck's up? - Right smack on time!
Mr. Santos will appreciate that.
Your instructions. In Las Vegas, Reggie San Pedro is waiting for you.
I know, I know. He's my cousin. - That doesn't concern me.
Mr. Santos'll be counting on you and I hope you don't fucking let him down!