Dance with the Devil (Perdita Durango) (Perdita Durango)

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!

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.

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.