Cannibal Terror (Terreur cannibale)

Don't you know how to open the fucking door?

Come on, shit.

How are ya?

- Hi. - Nice weather.

You got a match?

Thanks.

Ciao.

You fool.

Shit.

Ow, shit.

Shit, what are ya doing?

You asshole.

How was I to know

- the door was open? - Shit, man, you push it.

- I had all the gear. - Shit, the fucking door was

- for it. - Was open.

Yeah right, next time

I'll just leave my gear at home.

- Oh, come on. - Ah, fuck it.

And those fucking idiots go and leave their door open.

Make me look like a fucking fool.

You are.

Can I go play outside Mom?

Yes, if you want to.

Flaurence, come here.

Well?

You can go play outside

over there where I can keep an eye on you,

and don't you go too far, okay?

- Okay? - Okay.

Good.

Sit there.

- Hello. - Hi.

Uh, no.

Oh, what a beautiful doll.

I sure hope she didn't get hurt.

You're beautiful, too.

What a sweet thing to say.

What's your name?

Flaurence Danville.

Danville, like the cars?

Mm, my daddy builds them.

- What's your name? - Me? Lina.

Oh, that's pretty, bye.

Bye, Lina.

Bye, so long.

Did you have fun?

- Yes. - I'm almost through.

Shall we call Papa?

Good.

Hello? Hi.

Are you done?

Yeah, tonight.

Of course we're going to the theater, darling.

I wouldn't miss it.

That's fine.

Are you coming back this way?

Fine, alright my love, I'll pick you up.

That's right.

I'll be over in a minute.

Put on Flaurence for me, will ya?

Talk to your father.

Hello Daddy.

Say, did you make my little paper doll?

I made you something but it's not a paper doll.

You guess?

No, it's not a boat, darling.

You'll have to guess again.

It's got two eyes, a mustache,

a pink tongue as well,

and two, big pointed ears.

No, you're wrong.

I think you better try again.

When you stroke it, it goes meow, meow, ooh.

No, it isn't a zebra.

It's not a shark.

It's an animal you know well.

It sometimes sleeps on your bed.

Oh, I know, cat, meow.

It's a cat, right?

Meow.

Bravo, you got it.

My little darling, Mommy and Daddy are going out tonight.

Of course we'll come to kiss you.

So now you be a good girl.

Oh, I know you are.

Of course my darling.

You're wonderful.

Bye.

Yeah, okay.

He made me a cat.

Let's go.

Hello.

- Hi. - Oh.

Hey, babe, how do you feel?

Great, except that I'm fed up

waiting around for two-bit thieves.

Oh, really?

What's your story this time?

- Shit. - The king of thieves.

The man with the big deal.

You mind your own ass.

My ass says go fuck yourself.

I'm an ass to keep on working this way for you.

Oh, cool it.

Let's face it, we'll never strike it big.

The girl is right.

I've had it.

I might be on to a good thing.

A little girl.

I picked up on her a while ago.

I even got to speak with her.

Her name's Flaurence.

She plays outside the beauty shop

while her mother gets her wig pampered by the boss.

What else?

You expect us to grab a kid?

I thought you hated kids?

Maybe you wanna get your flippity-floppity boobies lifted?

But you gotta have moola for that.

Leave it to the rich.

Hey, the little girl's rich.

But of course.

Listen to me, hey.

- Mr. Danville, Mr. Danville? - I can't right now.

I'll see about it later, okay?

But it's important.

We need your signature.

Give it my secretary, will you?

But all it needs is your signature.

It won't take a second.

Alright, that's it.

Mr. Danville, Mr. Danville,

you better go home quick.

Your daughter, she's been kidnapped!

- What? - Flaurence has been

kidnapped.

- Did you tell anybody else? - No sir, I didn't.

You better get on home.

I'll take care of things here for you.

Thank you.

Better keep this quiet.

What the hell's keeping Ricardo?

He should have been here an hour ago.

I'm ticklish.

Shit, ah.

Trust him.

Hey, he's here.

Ricardo?

Shit.

The motherfucker can't even cross the street.

What the hell's going on?

Ah, no, the cops.

Come on.

Come on, come on, let's get off the balcony.

We better forget about it.

Let's get outta here.

- Why? - What if he talks?

I never should have worked with punks like you.

It's Roberto.

Put on Pepe.

Hello?

What's wrong now?

Tell me now.

I'm at the bar, I can't talk to you.

But it's important.

What's the panic?

Make it short, I've got my eye on a chick.

What do you want Roberto?

Yeah, fine, but you know the score.

I want 50% of whatever you get,

and if you think that's too much,

go ahead, call somebody else.

Right, I'm with you.

Fine, Mickey will be waiting for you

with a jeep outside the Tanarama Airport.

Follow instructions and you'll make it across the border.

Do exactly as told.

You better.

You better if you wanna make it.

So listen carefully.

You cross the border on foot.

There's a small path.

Keep your eyes peeled.

That's the most risky part of the trip.

Well, so what?

Mickey'll take care of the cops

and will join up with you across the border.

Make sure nobody sees you and drive on into the forest.

No one will ever think of looking for you

in Indian territory.

My man's name's Antonio.

He's been living with those Indians for years.

He'll probably bitch but he'll do it.

He'll hide you out till you're cool.

He owes me.

Alright, I'll stay put till we hear from ya.

- You got it? - Yeah, I got it.

Go and have yourself a holiday

and don't you worry about a thing.