Look at you, Skinny, you're frozen!
Piece of shit! Ass-munch! Fucking gringo cocksuckers!
Shut up! - Go fuck a cactus!
Estelle...
I think it's the police. Shh... shh.
All right, we got 'em. And those other 3 assholes work for Santos.
We can't go in like this Dumas. We gotta call in some back-up.
Get off me! Go back to your fucking crossword puzzle!
Come on!
Who's that? - My woman.
The two in the back? Nephews? What's this? Fucking family picnic?
Shit! I hate working with goddamned morons!
Fuck! - Alright, assholes! D.E.A.!
Drop your guns! Put your hands up! - Fuck you!
Son of a bitch! - Dede, cover me!
Shit! Goddamned devil! Just go ahead and kill me!
Skinny!
Now, you dumbfuck!
Shit!
Fuck you!
Motherfucker! - Stop the fucking truck!
Stop the fucking truck!
Your luck has run out, asshole!
Charly, take care of this baby.
Yeah. Thank you very much!
Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Get off me!
No, sir, please don't move. Lay down.
Lay down, sir!
Yeah,
the bambinos. Great, great! Yes.
What do we do now? - They're all dead. Marcello, Peralta,
Armendariz and fucking Skinny! - They were all good men.
They didn't deserve to die that way. - Who would have thought that Dolorosa
was going to mess everything up? - He came highly recommended.
Seems like D.E.A. Was following him for a while.
We must act quick to protect the merchandise. I have to find that man,
what's his name? - Woody Dumas from Dallas. I know him.
He's hurting us so bad. - Everyone wants to get rid of him.
Even his bosses in Dallas. - Who can we get?
It would be wiser to send an outside representative to handle the job.
Why not send The Fist? - Yes, Provino Momo The Fist.
I know him well. I'll give him 24 hours to deliver.
And tomorrow, we have one less worry. - Man, my blessing goes with The Fist,
and may God be with him.
Girls! Hey! - What do we do with Romeo Dolorosa?
He's as dangerous as Dumas.
Stop that thief! Call the police!
Hi, pendejos. I hope you like it.
The idea of driving 1.000 Miles with Estrellita makes me ill.
What if I take Duane? - He can take the car away from you.
No. He'll come with me in the truck. - What if I tie him up?
Bad idea. If anyone sees him, we'll be fucked.
So you'll do better with Estrellita.
You shouldn't smoke so much. I only tried it twice, you know,
once, in summer before starting Junior High, I had one of my father's Larks.
I only smoked half and I couldn't do anymore because I started coughing.
The second one was at a party at my sorority, you know,
one of the student clubs that they have. Mine was Kappa Gama Epsilon.
This time it was a lot better, it was sweeter.
Look, I know, I know,
I'm just talking, and you hat me. You do hate me, right?
I'm sorry. I'm so nervous, I don't know what to do.
I can't help it. Please, are you ever going to talk to me?
Listen, you little cunt. If you don't stop breathing down my fucking neck
you won't make it to he next gas station.
Ok?
My Dad used to sing this song to me when I was a little boy.
Are your parents dead? - They're on vacation in Europe.
They won a trip on one of those TV shows for couples.
Was it one of those shows where Mom tells millions of people
how she does it with Dad? - They did 8 shows!
I mean, it was the worst 2 months of my entire life!
Well, and now this.
It's not so bad. You're still alive.
Why are memories always so sad? - Not always. Come on, I remember once,
when I was a kid someone brought movies to Petit Caribe.
They showed them in my uncle's barn.
There I saw Burt Lancaster for the first time in the movie 'Veracruz'.
Saint Burt Lancaster, man!
He had about 108 giant gleaming teeth.
Such a man I wanted to be combined with the nobility of Gary Cooper.
It's a dramatic ending. It's the perfect ending for a man.
The true path to Sainthood.
Yeah!
You're going to kill us when we get to Las Vegas, aren't you?
Don't make plans. I hate people who make plans, Duane.
Be best if we work things out as we go along, amigo,
don't you think? - I would appreciate that.
I think we should stay on touch, sir.
Sir?
What's this?
Junction to...
Las Vegas.
Come on! Come on!
Yeah, Doyle! What did you look at the map with? Your fucking asshole?!
They're going to Vegas. Las Vegas!
Hello? Hello?
Piece of shit phone!
What's that strange sound? Speak more slowly, sir.
He's out of range.
Fuck you!
This is your Captain Romeo Dolorosa speaking. Welcome aboard.
Please fasten your seatbelts and try to sleep.
Thank you very much. Fuck you!
Ok, guys. I hope to help out with your little romance.
Don't touch me, ok? - Estelle.
Look, just fucking go fuck your Mexican whore you like so much!
Come on, keep cool, Perdita. Come on.
Never done it in a plane, how about you?
Pick a card. - Go to sleep, Romeo.
We have a long night ahead us. - Precisely. Don't you want to know
what's going to happen tomorrow? - I nearly forgot that you're
a crazy Santero. - Every Santero uses his power
to predict the future. Even those of us who are crazy. Pick a card.
Luck. Plenty off luck. Anyone wanna try?
Come on, Duane. The cards are sacred. They never lie.
Ignore him, he's making fun of us.
They are 18 cards and only one of them is really bad.
But it's not this one. You're still a lucky guy, man.
And now it's my turn.
Sir, we've spotted a group that fits their description. They're in
a rest-stop just outside of El Paso. - Follow but do not intercept.
If Dolorosa suspects anything he's gonna kill those kids.
Call our people in Las Vegas. Tell 'em I want to find the warehouse
where they store those fetuses. - That won't be easy, sir.
Start with all the cosmetic labs. There can't be that many.
And tell them move their ass! Hey, what's red and white
and goes 60 Miles an hour? A baby in a blender.
Sons of bitches will never find her!
What? - Once they cross the border,
they can't ask for any favors. - What border?
Mexican. I've to go after her myself. Even if my wife thinks I'm crazy.
Sometimes it's better not to think so much. Maybe you should read the paper.
No, no, no. That's no relief.
A man's gotta do what his heart tells him to do.
You understand what I mean? You can't always be in control.
Did you see what I just did? It wouldn't have happened
if you'd been here. Think about it!
Some strange men came asking for you.
We said nothing.
They said you owed Catalina money,
but I know they were lying because I raised you
to know the difference between right and wrong.
I was not afraid, I have seen so much, my grandson.
Even invisible things. When you were born I knew
you were special that when you died, you'd turn into a jaguar
and run along Caribbean beaches.
Everything ok? - This place is like
an elephant graveyard. Why are you awake?
Something's burning you inside. - It's nothing.
It's your little girlfriend.
My head is ringing from 12 hours of uninterrupted teenage bullshit.
You're jealous. I like that.
Hey! Hey! Wake up! Wake up!
Come her! Come here! Look! Look! So, it's our chance to escape.
If we find another way out of here, they'll never find us.
Estelle, you're crazy! - Do you actually like that bitch?
No, I'm trying to keep us alive. - You're fucking coward!
Second time you've called me that! - Go ahead and hit me!
Deep down, you're just like them!
Ok.
Come on.
I don't see them. Hurry up!
Go!
Go! Go! Go!
Fuck!
Hurry up!
Go! They're behind us!
Faster! Faster!
I thought you were stupid, but it didn't think you were a traitor!
I don't like traitors, Duane! I don't like traitors! Understand?
Shit, Duane, I trusted you! I fucking trusted you,
and this is how you repay me? I'm going to fuck you over.
I'm gonna kill you, ok? Do you wanna know how it's gonna end?
This is it, man! This is fucking it! - Oh, God! No, no, no! Please!
It wasn't his fault! It was me! It won't happen again. It was my idea!
Forget it, Romeo! - You shut up!
Perhaps we can use him in Las Vegas. Come on, this could bring us bad luck.
How things changed! Before, you wanted to shoot them in the desert,
now you're defending them! - Nobody wants to defend anybody, ok?
This is not the right thing here, now. - Now I'm the jealous one. Ok, Perdita?
Estelle, what do you think? Looks like they want to be alone.
It wasn't his fault, it was me. - Fucking asshole!
You decide, Estelle, I finish him off or I keep him alive to please Perdita.
Forget it, Romeo! You're getting out of hand. Let's get out of here.
Stand up, gringo! Come on, Duane.
How do you do it, man? Some day you have to tell me your secret.
Understand? You don't beat!
Reggie, my friend. Come in.
Have a seat.
You know why you're here? - I think so, yes.
Is that a problem for you?
Ok. I know you're raised up together in one family.
It takes a pretty long time when se left Petit Caribe.
I don't object your cousin. But he did some ugly things.
Even the Mexican Government wants him to get off.
The Government is after my business. Several of our associates are dead.
Mr. Santos, if I only knew this... - Don't excuse yourself.
No one is accusing you of doing anything.
Romeo is doing me a favor by driving the merchandise
for which he'll be compensated. When the delivery is secure
give him the money we agreed on.
Then kill him.
Money is no good to him, he's dead.
So you take it for doing me this favor.
That's most generous of you. - Generous?
Just!
Treason is merely a tool of resourcefulness.
I know this will be hard for you but I firmly believe
that man must live his life according to his own terms
or not live this life at all. - I'm sure you are right, Mr. Santos.
And I'm sure you'll do a good job for me.
I figure my little ladies are wondering where I'm heading.
I'll visit a friend in Nogales. Estrellita, come with me.
What for?
I'm thinking of selling you. Get in, pendejo.
Where the hell are you going?
I'm going to dance with the devil under the pale moonlight.
Go fuck yourself, Romeo! - What's wrong? It's from Batman.
Fuck Batman!
One hit, one dollar! You want a hit? You wanna hit, man?
Fuck, yeah! - One dollar.
Here's 10, kick my ass! - Si, senor, for 10 dollars
I make your hair sizzle! - That's a car battery!
Give it me, motherfucker! - Very macho, man! Very macho!
Give it to me! Give it to me, motherfucker!
Oh, fuck!
Electricity is cool, Estrellita.
I'm looking for Catalina. I heard he is here today.
Catalina. About a debt. - He's at the back.
Romeo Dolorosa.
Girls, I want you to meet a real bandido.
Ladies. - We heard you were doing a job for
Santos with your cousin Reggie. - Fuck! You keep yourself informed.
You have to keep up with everything in this business. When you don't know
what's happening, you're dead! - Listen, Catalina, I'm here
to settle my debt. I don't like owing anyone anything.
Well, you know that.
Did you hear that, girls?
The son of a bitch says he doesn't like owing money to anyone.
So you came here to pay me?
Sure. Yeah. And this is half.
I'll give you the other half somewhere were we can talk.
Where did you find this beauty?
That's what I wanted to talk to you about. She's the other half.
Come to my office.
You too, sweetie.
Stay here! Stay here, girls!
I don't want any. - How come? It's pure. Good stuff.
Come on, Catalina, she's not one of those girls. She hasn't tried
anything stronger than a diet Coke! - Bullshit, Romeo. Gimme that!
She's terrific. Innocent, clean.
And her pussy's pure gold, man!
You'll make triple what you make with those dried-up cunts.
Where did you get her? - Well, does it matter? We got a deal?
What are you talking about? - Estrellita, Estrellita,
now this man owns you, ok? And please don't make me look bad.
You can't be serious. - You're right. She's great!
Let's toast. - I hear you visited Petit Caribe?
No, no, no. I had no time. I sent my associates.
They did a good job.
See, I don't like being owed money. But you learned your lesson now.
You're all paid up. That's it. Everything is forgotten.
No, Catalina, it's not forgotten. - Then why the fuck did you come here?
To kill you, pendejo!
I'm dead so are you.
Santos will kill you. - What the fuck are you talking about?
Your cousin sold you out, you sick fuck! Everyone knows it.
You're lying! - Reggie's gonna kill you
after you make the delivery. I'll be waiting for you in hell.
We'll have a great time there.
See you later, amigo.
Remember,
whatever happens, keep smiling, ok. No long faces. Right?
Nothing happened in here, ok?
Dance! Dance!
Dance!
Holy shit! He wasted him! Son of a bitch!
You saved my life back at the airplane junkyard.
Thank you.
Don't thank me. Maybe what awaits you could be worse.
I bet sometimes... you wish you never met him.
Who?
Romeo.
Listen. There's a lot of people in my fucking life that I wish I never met
but Romeo is definitely not one of them, ok?
You ever think about an animal eating you alive?
I thought Romeo was going to kill me. - I'm not talking about that.
I'm talking about a wild animal grabbing you an ripping you apart.
I don't think of things like that. - That's why you're so boring.
Strangest people come up with the most interesting ideas, Duane.
I've never met anybody like you. - I know.
Let's go! Let's go!
Why do you follow Romeo? Why don't you just take off and leave him?
Why don't you just shut up, please? - Are you in love with him?
In love?
You sound like a fucking Judith Krantz novel.
I'm just waiting for my money and then I'll be gone.
There won't be any money, it's a trap.
What the fuck are you talking about?!
I know there's someone named Santos who wants to kill Romeo in Las Vegas.
A Mexican man told him before dying. - Don't fuck with me!
What the fuck are you saying?
It's the truth.
What? No, no, no. Forget the cops. They know less than you and me!
Don't cry, sweetie.
How would you feel if I started crying instead of going out looking for her?
Estelle?!
You cannot escape me! You will be my love slave forever.
Turn it off. All that jumping is making me nervous.
They jump so much because they have super powers. Don't you understand?
Here. Cocksuckers!
Who the fuck is that!
They said you grew another arm from drinking so much Tequila, cabron!
Fucking Romeo!
It's been a long time, man! - A long time.
You came here? You need something. - I do need your help like always, guy.
I want you to meet my friends. The poor little Duane.
My sad princess Estelle and that's Perdita Durango.
In the last 48 hours, I've had 2 near-death accidents.
Mexican Mafia tried to shoot at me. Some fucking animal tried to rip
my fucking head off and I haven't had breakfast yet.
Please, don't fuck with me today, ok? All right? Just do you job.
I'm sorry, but I'm not paid to listen to other people's problems. Hm?
No, you're right! But you are getting paid to listen to my fucking problems
'cause I'm your boss and I own you, you little shit! So do your job!
Oh, please, I'm so sorry. We're both very tired, you understand
I'm also tired! I haven't been shot at but I've had 2 consecutive shifts
sitting in front of the fucking computer and I wanna go home to sleep!
Yes. Yes, but first... - There it is!
That's the same fucking list! - I told you.
Practically every company has some type of problems with the law.
Fines, toxins, illegal animal trade. Yes, rhinoceros horns, dog fat...
Shut up with the fucking animals! Look at this! They're in Tucson
and they're gonna be here in 4 hours... And we have nothing!
Dick! Shit! Nothing! - I'm sorry.
Ok. Print all the companies that don't have any violations.
What?
All the companies that don't have any violations, that are clear. Print!
3 and one of them is still under construction.
Estelle, what's gotten into you? - Forgive me for calling you a coward.
Forget it. - It was to get you to react.
It's ok. Really.
Estelle, they can see us. - Great, let them see!
Oh, my God!
I can't believe it. - Come on, Duane.
Estelle. My God!
This might be our last chance to do it.
Anything wrong? - No, everything is just dandy.
Did I miss anything? - Life's a bitch, huh?
That guy just got hit by a car across the street.
You lose sight for a second... - Death came as a surprise to him.
There'll be many more surprises when we arrive to that place.
Well, I don't like surprises.
Hey, you! Everything is ready.
I don't think this is a good idea. - Don't worry.
They're good people, good friends of mine. Doug was in Beirut with me.
What did he do, leave his arm there? - Very funny, Perdita.
I crossed the battlefield with that arm. It took me hours to get it
to the hospital. I got there too late, though. It rotted.
Take me with you. Come on!
He only has one fucking arm!
No.
Someone has to take care of the kids. I don't trust Lilly
and Doug is an ex-marine. - Don't fuck with me, ok?
I don't want you coming, period. Is that good enough?
A piece of cake, Perdita. Drop the merchandise, pick up the money,
and that's it. We'll be back before you notice we're gone.
I don't like leaving things half done.
I don't want to make my cousin look bad.
Your cousin?
Fuck!
I wanted to fuck you one more time...
Romeo left these for you.
Where are the keys? - What keys?
For the handcuffs. - I have them.
Give 'em to me.
I'm sorry, I can't do that. My husband said
no one leaves until he or Romeo return.
Ok.
Pick a card. - What's this? A game?
It's your future.
What does it mean? - Bad luck.
Shit!
Where are we going now? - Our little trip is over.
You're letting us go? - That's right. I can't be driving you
around all the time, huh? - You're going after him, aren't you?
It's your lucky day, sweetheart. Don't blow it by asking stupid questions.
Now go! Go!
Bye, Perdita.
Doyle, I fucking hate you! I hate your little TV
and I hate your glasses and I hate your stupid fucking tie!
Did you say something, Sir? - No, nothing.
Do you see anything? - Not a thing, sir.
Everything's quiet, nothing's moved.
Motherfucker, you're not gonna have this job much longer 'cause I'm gonna
tell 'em put you back in uniform and right back out on the street.
As a matter of fact, when I get through with you, you will guard
little shopping malls and put the shopping carts back where they belong.
It's here! The truck! It's here! - What the heck are you doing?
Right... Call the station. And tell them I was right.
Right away, Sir.
Fuck it!
Shit!
Bayou Chemical Industries.
Just opposite the Lock Shop on Nevada Boulevard.
It's ok, Woody, all on their way. All the units are on their way.
Shut up! And don't call me Woody! 'Cause I can't fucking stand it!
You understand? Don't call me Woody!
Hey, cousin. - Hey, man. You've brought our pal.
Hi, Doug. - You haven't changed.
Nothing's changed. Right, Reggie? - Like always, us three.
Here's the money. Take it.
Count it.
I trust you.
Shit!
Fuck!
Reggie,
I love you, Reggie. Why are you doing this to me?
We are no longer in Petit Caribe, Romeo.
I know. - There's no other way out, man.
It's either you or me. What do you ant me to do?
There's always another way out, Reggie.
Look at me!
Oh, Romeo...
Romeo!
Hold it! - Nobody move!
He's dead. - Golly gee Mothercrist!
Look at his teeth!
Incredible!
What happend?
I'm tired.
I'm so weak.
And I'm lonely.
I hurt so much. I feel it hard to explain.
I can't trust love.
Because it won't stay the same.
Wow! Tired!
I'm so weak.
And I'm lonely.
I need somebody...