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- Crystal Van Meter, your life represents

a juvenile justice system gone so awry.

What a tragedy.

Yet to continue allowing
you to traffic in drugs,

to rob and beat foolish men

on the pretext of having a good time,

that would only serve to
compound that tragedy.

Now, in view of this eating disorder,

I'm directing the Youth
Authority to place you

into a medical facility
where you'll get some help.

Then, on your 19th birthday,

you'll be turned over to the
Department of Corrections

to serve a term of no less

than 25 years at the
Frontera Institute for Women.

- What kind of bullshit?

Well, this ain't over, not by a long shot.

We gonna reverse this bitch.

Then I'm gonna get you off, baby.

My word is bond.

Be strong.

Don't push me, fucker!

- You just get sentenced?

You just got a sentence, I can tell.

What you got?

- I really don't wanna talk, all right?

- I just got life.

- All right.

That's something to smile about.

- Crystal, says here you're bulimic.

When'd you eat last?

Well, we don't tolerate
eating disorders here, miss.

You're gonna have some supper.

And someone's gonna sit down,
make sure you eat every bite.

Let's go.

- Hey, did you really
get fed through a tube?

I really don't wanna talk now.

- Want me to eat your pussy?

- No.

Go to sleep.

- My name's Cyclona.

- Go to sleep, Cyclona.

- Hey.

What?

- What's your name?

- My real name's Crystal.

Most people call me White Girl.

- I like Crystal, but
White Girl's more you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you, Sporty Spice.

I love you, Sporty Spice.

Oh, yeah.

- Look, if you don't cut that out,

I'm gonna bust your goddamn head!

Aw, man.

- Shh.
- Hey.

Hey, you.

Wanna tell me how you got life?

- Yeah, but if you laugh,

you're gonna have a real bad night.

- It's not the sorta
thing a person laughs at.

- I got up this morning,
right, and I heard this voice.

And so I'm looking to see
where it's coming from.

It told me so much shit.

- So who'd you kill?

- I'm not telling.

- Oh, man.

Twenty-five years of this.

Hey, White Girl.

- Huh?
- You want a back rub?

What's her story?

- You're asking me, goddammit?

- I have my period, okay?

So don't have a fucking cow!

- Crystal.

Just in time for lunch.

You know the drill.

- What the hell is it?

- It's turkey, Blanca.

Now eat.

You, too, Mousy. Come on.

Stop playing with your food.

I want those plates clean when I get back.

- You keep on with that shit

and you're just gonna end up dead.

What, you think they're gonna let you off

for humanitarian reasons?

They ain't letting me out.

I know that.

- So, who do you do it for?

- I'd tell you, but then
I'd have to kill you.

- Y'all barfed again?

You know, maybe you won't
have to barf so much

if you got yourself a little pussy --

- Yeah, mine's as big as a bucket.

- It's too bad we're stuck in this place.

I know this woman who'd
straighten your shit out so fast.

- Like I need my shit straightened out.

- She's this nun named Sister Gomez.

You ought a go to chapel
with me next weekend.

We could pray for her
to intercede for you.

- You want me to pray to Sister Gomez?

- Sister Gomez's goodness could reach you

even into this place.

- You girls have all been
warned about purging.

It's clear you didn't take
the warning seriously.

Now, you're gonna see
we're serious indeed.

What is it?

- Oh, a little Prolixin,
a little cortisone.

It's gonna suppress your gag reflex.

Pretty creative, don't you think?

- So we can't make ourselves throw up.

- You aren't gonna feel
very good tonight, Crystal.

None of you girls are.

If this is what it takes,

guess it's what we're gonna have to do.

Charming.

Come on.

You need some rest.

- Hey, White Girl.

Hey, White Girl, you awake?

- You know, Cyclona...if
this is a booty call,

you're wasting your time.

- This ain't no booty call.

- I gotta get some sleep.

Why don't you get the fuck outta here?

Go play with yourself or something.

- You'll be going to
state prison soon, huh?

Yeah, so what?

- So you're gonna be all
old when you get out, huh?

- You'll be in a fucking coffin, so there.

- Frontera's maximum security, okay?

Once we get to Frontera,
that's it, man, we're fucked.

Check it out, the clinic
is over by this fence.

I got some shit buried there

that we could use to get through it.

- Even if we got through the fence,

we'd still need a place to go afterward.

- I know this place.

It's so fucking rad.

- I don't know.

I'm awful fucking recognizable these days.

- What, 'cause you've been on TV?

I've been on America's
Most Wanted three times.

The place I'm talking
about, that don't mean shit.

Fuck.

Think about it, okay?

- Take some orange juice, Crystal.

Eat your breakfast burrito.

- I hate those fucking things.

- Eat your breakfast burrito, Crystal.

Won't do you any good to look at it.

I need some assistance here!

- Come on, Crystal,

you're just making it harder on yourself.

- Sit down, Crystal!

Eat your food!

You want it through a tube again?

It's your choice!

- Take her down, White Girl!

Go, girl, go!

- Get her outta here!

Get off me!

Get off me!

Fucking let me go!

- Everyone down to number seven!

I can't believe this!

One month in isolation, Crystal!

And another charge!

I hope it's worth it.

- Yeah, it was, fucking vomit head!

Fuck you!

- Ready to be a good girl now, Crystal?

- Yo, yo, man, I heard
she got caught molesting

that fucked up girl in the wheelchair.

And all they managed to
do is go to those stupid

sexaholics classes they got on Wednesdays.

You mean that bitch who got her

spine shot up by the cops?

- No, that spazzy cholo
with the Coppertone hair

and that brain disease,

so she can't talk or move or nothing,

but she thinks just fine.

- That bitch is a total perv.

She better keep her ass away from me.

- You know, I don't get why

that Coppertone bitch is even here.

I mean, she can't talk,
she can't move, nothing.

And what are they even
fucking with us for?

I mean, we're all going to the pen

for the rest of our lives anyway.

- They're all a bunch of fucking perverts.

Why else do you think someone
would work in a prison?

- You know that's true.
- This prison isn't that bad.

- Oh!
- Yeah!

- Keep going.
- Oh yeah, oh yeah!

- You go, girl.

Get on with your bad self.

- Yeah, oh yeah!

- Come on, get it out.

Give me that fucking bucket.

Come on.

- Bring her out!

Hurry up, I'm
getting that urge to purge.

- I gotta get outta here, White Girl.

I can't take it no more.

- Cyclona, you're here for murder.

- It was a mistake, okay?

Fuck!

If I don't get outta here,
I'm gonna kill myself.

- Will you give them that satisfaction?

- Hey, I'm only 19, okay?

If I kill myself,

those fuckers will lose
their jobs so fast,

they won't know what hit them.

- Oh, you think they'd cry over you?

- Fuck!

- What about this hideout
you've been talking about?

- It's in Baja.

- Mexico?

That's just great.

- Hey, we make it to
Mexico, we're home free.

- What, you know people who'd help us?

- Yeah, that nun I told you about,

Sister Gomez.
- She's a nun.

Fuckin' A.

She's not gonna help us.

- Yeah, she will!

Do you know what she used to
call me when I was little?

Her little movie star.

- Yeah, and now you're an all
grown up, convicted killer.

You think she's just gonna
greet you with open arms?

- Sister Gomez's arms are always open

and there's room for both of us.

- They can't keep me in this shithole,

sticking me with their needles,

running tubes down my throat.

Problem is,

you don't always have a
real good grip on reality,

and for this to work, everything
you say has gotta be real.

- Hey, I can be straight.

I mean, all I gotta do
is take my Stelazine

and my Thorazine, and my Haldol --

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, you gotta
take that shit every day.

Otherwise, you can forget
about even riding with me.

- Yeah, but my mouth gets all dry,

I can't turn my neck and --
- Do you know what you are?

Just way too outta control.

- Hey, I got a whole bunch.

I was saving them to kill myself.

Hey, you know you're
not supposed to be here!

- Crystal?

How you doing, baby?

You felling all right, pumpkin?

- What are you crazy?

I'm totally fucked here.

- I went before the State
Board of Appeals yesterday

and Judge Calton's had some concerns

of a very technical nature,
made me feel quite optimistic.

You know what me and you are gonna do?

If everything starts going our way,

we gonna do some ecstasy,

then I'm gonna freak your ass hard.

You down for that, baby?

- Hey, that's great, Mr. Butz,

but I can't get by on just wishes.

You get what I'm telling you?

- Wait, what's up, Crystal?

What you trying to say?

- Look, I gotta go now.

You have a real nice day now, Mr. Butz.

- Wait, wait, Crystal!

Damn!

- Let me at that fucking thing!

Ah, fuck!

- Take a seat, Junior,
before everything gets cold.

- Oh, I can't, Grandma.

I got a date with Patty tonight.

- Not in my car, you don't, Mr. DUI.

- And not looking like that, I hope.

- Ah, don't worry.

She likes the Dodge anyway.

Besides, I think I can have

the fuel line fixed before dark.

I don't know, White Girl.

This green shit keeps
coming out when I squeeze it

and it smells totally fucked.

This fucking
thing gonna kill me?

- I don't know, but it sure is gonna sting

'cause of all the bug shit and piss.

Hey, now I can tell everyone
I got to see your ass.

It's a nice, tight little ass, too.

Maybe I ought a suck out the
poison like they do on TV.

- Yeah, you just try.

Well, if this thing gets much worse,

you might have to go it alone.

- Yeah?

What would you do?

- I don't know.

Kill myself, probably.

- I can do that.

- Do what?

- Kill you.

- Got any friends we could call?

- Whole world hates my guts.

- Oh.

What about family?

My family's all in jail.

- My family's all dead.

- Well, I'm sorry to hear that, Cyclona.

- Why don't you wait here

and I'll come back as
soon as I can work it.

White people unite.

The traitors, race mixers,
and the New World Order

dissent at the behest of --

- - The satanic Jews to
destroy the white race.

I see here that you and Vanessa

were arrested together twice.

- We needed money, thought
it'd be all grown up,

turning tricks on Warren Avenue.

Was only gonna jack them off is all.

Did you ever see Vanessa --

- Don't move. Don't you
fucking move, you puto cracker.

I swear I'll drink your fucking blood.

Are we alone?

Don't lie to me, grandpa!

- My wife is upstairs.

- Get up slow, real slow.

- The hell, Cyclona?

I've been freezing out here.

I'm here, aren't I?

Check it out!

This will work.

- That house has got
everything, White Girl.

Come on, I wanna show you so bad.

- What about a gun, did you find a gun?

- No, but there's chicken,
and all this doctor shit,

and there's probably something there

for that thing on your leg.

And there's this old-fashioned vibrator,

the kind you plug in the wall.

- Oh, man.

Where you think they
went leaving this TV on?

- Who gives a shit as
long as they ain't here?

- Just don't want the three
fucking bears to blow in

while I'm going through
all their shit, all right?

You check upstairs already?

- Of course I did. I mean, do you think

I'm stupid or what?

- Hey, this shit's for infected cows.

- You want me to shoot you up?

Just pull them panties down for Cyclona

and I'll stick you real good.

- Would you stop hitting
on me all the time?

No, I'm serious.

Every chance you get,

you starting with all
that fucking dyke shit.

"You want me to eat you out?"

"You want a fucking back rub?"

"Oh, you got such a nice ass."

"You look just like Sporty
Spice when you bend over."

Swear to fucking God, you're
worse than a goddamn --

- I said I was sorry, okay?

Why you wanna make me feel like a dog?

Shoot myself up just fine.

- I like shooting up girls.

It makes me hot.

- Fucking big ass cow needle.

It's gonna be a moment to remember.

Ow!

Shit.

Ow!

- Man, oh, man.

These people really like to eat.

I am stuffed like a
motherfucking pig, White Girl,

I swear to God.

- You know, we've only just begun.

- Yeah, well, you go, girl.

You just do your thing, okay?

I'm gonna go upstairs, take a shower,

give myself a little makeover.

Anyone comes, you
know what to do, don't you?

Hey!

You do know what to do, don't you?

- I probably know what
to do better than you do.

Just wanted to be sure.

- Now, why don't you go upstairs
and talk to your bunkies

or whatever it is you do, all right?

I don't want to fucking
see your face right now.

- Fine.

- Hey, Cyclona.

Hey, Cyclona!

Where's my little spic?

Cyclona?

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

What you doing here, Cyclona?

- Why are you so far away?

I can't even see you
all the way over there.

- Could've tied them up, Cyclona.

Holy shit, we could've put them

in the basement or something.

- He tried to rape me, okay?

You don't know nothing!

- You're up here fucking
yourself with a goddamn vibrator?

Answer me, goddammit!

- Don't be hitting me!

You're not my fucking mother!

Okay, listen,
you and me are splitting up.

- Wait, you're leaving me?

No.

- Just shut the fuck up and listen, okay?

I'm talking to you like an adult.

Only thing I want is to find
some place quiet and blend in.

All you wanna do is raise hell.

- Look, I know you're all smart

'cause you always have
your shit all together,

but I can't do that, okay?

I know it, but I'm willing to learn.

- Cyclona, you just killed
two senior citizens.

Where's your fucking heart?

Where's your fucking brain?

You stopped taking your
medicine, haven't you?

- Yeah, 'cause it makes
me feel totally fucked!

Look, I'm so sorry that I'm not all

super happy and together like you,

you fucking Barbie ass punk!
- Yeah, maybe you're too much

of a bitch to try.

- Yeah, maybe you don't got

fucking voices chasing you around,

telling you shit like,
"You're just a dirty slut!"

And how you got cancer in
your heart and in your bones!

If you leave me, I'm gonna be all alone!

I'm gonna blow it, and
they're gonna catch me

and put me in one of their cages forever.

- You're a goddamn serial killer.

- I don't need to be getting called

names right now, White Girl.

Right now, I'm really shaky.

- You belong in a fucking cage.

- Look, please, I won't do it again!

I promise I won't!

- To even think about you
and me being together,

you'd have to do what I
say and when I say it.

- Don't be running no power trip stuff

here right now, okay?
- Oh, you think

it's about power?

This is about you being
too fucking outta control!

We go around killing people,

they're just gonna pile up

that many more cops until they catch us.

- Okay.

You know what? Okay, fine.

You're the boss, okay?

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- Yeah?

Then take your medicine now.

Open your mouth, goddammit.

- What for?

- So I can see!

Yeah.

Swallow those motherfucking pills

before I kill you, goddammit.

Okay, now listen to me!

What you did in here has
got nothing to do with me!

We get pinched, you got a
moral duty to let them know

you was working strictly
solo, you understand?

I will fucking kill you
if you betray me on this!

- Yeah.

We ain't gettin' pinched.

- Wanna leave here now or what?

- What, and go out there
and freeze to death?

- What, you wanna do more sex
shit with them dead people?

- No, I wanna clean up, okay?

Why don't you just go downstairs
and, like, rest your leg,

'cause it's probably the
last chance you'll get.

And I'll just come down later, okay?

That'll be all for now.

Thank you.

We interrupt
this program to bring you

the latest news on the prison
breakout, live on the scene.

- Despite their age and their appearance,

I'd have to say these girls are

about as dangerous a pair of customers

this agency's ever had to contend with.

The Garcia girl's a
deviant sexual psychopath.

She killed and dismembered
her entire family.

What about
the Van Meter girl?

A lot of people think the system
gave her a pretty raw deal.

- Excuse me?

She burglarized her entire neighborhood.

She's a car thief, a drug dealer,

an armed robber that specializes
in posing as a prostitute.

This is not some angel
we're talking about.

This is a criminal.

This is a dangerous felon.

- Hey, Cyclona,

are you coming down?
- Do you think

an arrest is imminent?

- We've got two possible outcomes:

either we find them and we
arrest them, or we kill them.

- Better hope you don't find me, Mr. Cop.

We will
keep you up to date

as this story unfolds.

And now, back to tonight's movie.

Rise and shine,

you dirty slut.

So, what do you think of my new look?

- Think you look like a big dyke.

- They're looking for
two girls, White Girl.

Now anyone asks, you can tell
them I'm your little brother.

- If I tell them anything,

you're just gonna kill them anyway.

- I'm not doing that
shit no more, remember?

How's your leg?

- Better.

Man, that stuff worked good.

- It's 'cause I prayed for you.

I found some clothes outside.

I think you should wear the scarf.

It'll make you look more girly.

- What do you care if I look all girly?

- The more you look like a girl,
the more I feel like a boy.

What's for breakfast?

I ate everything.

Damn, girl.

- Well, we better fire
this place up and get.

- I'm glad we're gonna
be together, White Girl.

Hey, what's
that you got there?

- Some shit we might need later.

I can't believe they had no guns in there.

Every white person in the world

has a bunch of guns, you know?

- Ah, fuck.

Give me the keys and shut up, all right?

Man, what was he doing under
this fucking thing, anyway?

I mean, is this car even gonna work?

- Fixing the fuel line.

It's okay, I took care of it.

Jerk.

Had it held together
with a piece of string.

- He was fixing his fuel line?

- Look, that's before we talked, okay?

I said I wasn't gonna
do that shit anymore.

- Ah.

God.

I think you broke his legs.

- Ah, I'm so fucking mad at
you, goddamn cholo bitch.

Stupid, sick ass asshole.

- Can I talk now?

- No.

- You wanna beer?

You think they're gonna be able to tie us

into those people back there?

- Oh, you're worried about that now?

- Tell me, how does a
girl get into barfing?

- Look, it's just one subject
I'm just not into, okay?

What do you wanna get into
all that shit for, huh?

What, you wanna be entertained?

You wanna laugh at what a
sick fucking bitch I am?

- No.

Just so stupid sometimes, I swear.

- What do you wanna know for?

- 'Cause I love you.

Can I not love you?

- Look, Cyclona, if I
knew why girls barfed,

I'd be a millionaire.

- So did you do it when you were little?

- I remember this one time,
my mama was doing county time.

Damn, she used to love her crank.

It's how come she named me Crystal.

Anyhow, I was staying
with this foster family.

That first time, I didn't
throw up or nothing.

Back then, that would've seemed so crazy.

Shit, White Girl! Shit!

Shit!
- Oh, shit.

Freak.
- Got it, got it.

- I don't know, White Girl,

barfing is just about the worst thing

I could ever think of doing.

Whenever I throw up, just before,

I always get the same image in my mind,

right before I'm about to heave.

Makes me think of the
first time I blew my dad.

- Doing your dad definitely qualifies

as some memorable shit.

I know, I've been there.

- Before I threw up,
I remember there being

these really bright lights
and they hurt my eyes so bad.

And I never told nobody this, I swear,

but there was a flying saucer

and beings from another
world there and everything.

- You're telling me aliens
flew all the way down to Earth

just to watch you blow your dad?

- I'm telling you, I
think that they were doing

medical experiments on me or something.

I remember getting stuck
with all these needles,

and feeling like I was on dope and shit.

And all these probes were
going in and out of my body.

- I'm not gonna say what
all those probes sound like.

- And then Sister Gomez was there,

making them lights and
monster people go away,

making me feel all safe.

That's what you brought along?

Spray paint?

- After the number you did in the kitchen,

this is all that was left.

Lucky we got this.

- Oh shit.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!
- Fuck!

- Shit!
- Do you think they saw us

slide out?
- You better fucking hope not!

Don't even fucking look at them, Cyclona.

Don't even look at their ugly pig faces.

- If I had a big fucking gun,

I'd blow off his big, fat pig fucking --

- Yeah, but you fucking don't,

so just keep your mouth
shut and act normal.

- I'm gonna piss in my
pants if they don't go away.

- Oh fuck, man.

Crack me another one of
those beers, all right?

Fuck.

Oh, what the fuck's matter with you?

- I pissed in my pants, okay?

- Cyclona, it's okay.

- It's fucked up.

Now, I'm gonna smell like pee.

You're not gonna tell nobody, are you?

- I'd never tell anyone.

Look, Cyclona, we're playing
for high stakes here.

Sometimes, when people
play for high stakes,

they piss their pants.

- I know, but it's still embarrassing.

- Man, look, come here.

Come on, now.

Get in the car.

We better get, all right?

Okay.

Hey, you know
we were on TV last night.

- Was it bad?

- It wasn't very nice.

How come you never mentioned
before that those people

you killed just happened
to be your family?

- 'Cause I like being popular.

I was so little the first
time my dad got to me

that I can't even have no kids.

I'm supposed to act normal.

This one time in Nogales,

I had to go to the hospital and
get my guts all stitched up.

- You used to live in Mexico?

- Yeah, but I ain't exactly no Mexican.

- Spic.

- Hey, I'm an Apache, okay?

Wah, wah, wah, wah, wah,
wah, wah, spic!

- Everyone thinks we're all lazy and shit.

And then when I turned 13, my
dad brought us up permanent.

Worst thing ever happened to me.

- What, moving to the US?

- 'Cause we had to leave our church,

and I didn't have Sister Gomez

standing between me and my dad no more.

- So you think your dad's
why you're all into women?

- No way.

I was born to eat chocha.

- You're drooling.

I think if I were to have my face all up

in some woman's box,
I'd probably barf in it.

- Don't talk anymore, White Girl.

I'm huffing.

Besides, you'd probably barf in anything.

Shit, White Girl!

Holy shit, we're flying!

- Fuck!

Woo!

We're flying!

Wait, I think we're outta beer.

- Ah, shit!

Ow!

Where are you?

Come on!

Ah!

Ah, no more.

This ain't hollow.

Wait, I have paint.

Well, we've got two options.

We go up the hill, down the hill.

Down the hill!

White Girl, you being boss?

- Yeah, fuck it, I'll be a boss, bitch!

I'm the boss, bitch!

- Hey, wait, wait, I got
another can of paint!

- Ow!

Yo, there's a can of paint in my pussy!

Bitch.

- Yeah, that's it.

Girl, I like to keep you out the joint,

but you gotta keep your mouth shut.

- I know --
- Can't you see that you're

your own worst enemy?

- I know I fucked up, Mr. Butz.

Oof!

- Jeremy Butz?

- Yeah, what's up?

- My name's Crefilo.

This is my partner, Detective Dollar.

- Yeah, I recognize you.

You're Crystal's
arresting officers, right?

- You wanna cut that out?

This is a courthouse.

Ease up, baby.

What can I do for you?

- Are you aware that Crystal
busted outta jail yesterday?

- Well, nobody contacted me.

- You haven't spoken to her?

- I did have a conversation
by phone with her

yesterday morning to explain the appeal.

- Look, neither of us
have ever been comfortable

with the sentence that Crystal got.

- Well, I wish you'd have brought that up

during the sentencing phase.

- She slashed one of our
people with a broken bottle.

Do you know what the
department would've done to us

if we'd come up publicly for her?

- She stole a bag of crank from her mama,

tried to cash it in, and
y'all gave her 25 years?

What the fuck kinda country
are we living up in here?

- Hey, just spare us the outrage.

- Fucking right wing piece of pig shit!

This bitch is choking me.
- Let him go.

Give it up.

Come on, let it go.
- She's choking me.

Bitch is choking me.

- Come on.

- Let that bitch go!

This nigga's about to break you off

a piece of some whoop ass!

Oh, you didn't know I was a
black belt in dim mak, did you?

Come on, get you some!

- Let it go.

You wait over there, okay?

- You know, y'all really
got to do something about

your psychological testing, man, goddamn.

- Your client's traveling
with a little friend

she met in lockup named Angela Garcia.

Ever hear of her?

- You talking about that serial
killer from Apple Valley?

- Garcia bitch has murdered everyone

who's ever been close to her.

Family, social worker,
shot them all in the face.

She Kills again, your
client's going down with her,

no doubt about it.

We're out, totally out.

- Good, 'cause I think I nearly killed

half of my brain cells as is
with that gnarly ass shit.

I'm getting cold.

Aren't you getting cold?

- Yeah, so let's get away
from this fucking water.

Yo, man, it's close!

Come on, let's go for it.

You okay?

- Just thinking how
stupid we're gonna look

when we get strapped down
for our lethal injections.

- Compared to what the
state's got planned for us,

that hot shot be kindness.

- When the state owns your ass,

you gotta dance to the
state's music.

Gotta light her up.

Woo, woo.

Well, hello there, children.

My name is Larry.

- That's Hansel and I'm Gretel, okay?

- Well, ain't that fucking cute?

Looks like I got me some
traveling companions!

Do you have any money?

- What do you wanna know
if we got any money for?

- Just so happens that I have something

in my little bag of tricks here

that might appeal to
the lady of the house,

some genuine rock,
cocaine from California.

- We don't need your shit, mister.

- Just trying to be friendly
and see what I can get.

But in the end, I'm
gonna take what I need.

- You mean you're gonna
take what you want?

- You are a smart girl.

Ain't she smart?

You got a smart mouth, too, don't you?

Got a little smart mouth!

Why don't we get your
spic brother over here,

pull down them little smarty pants,

you can get down on them
wobbly wet knees of yours.

Yeah, suck my big fucking --

- Goddamn!

- Oh, man, let's go
through his fucking shit!

Finally!

Man, it's a good fucking
thing he went for his pecker

instead of these two things.

- Yeah, it's good thing
he's so fucking stupid, man!

- Oh yes.

Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, indeed.

I believe we have some crack cocaine.

He was one fun guy, huh?

- Yeah, real fun.

- Watch out, I think he shit himself.

- I'd have never been able
to take that guy on my own.

And if I had had another
man touching me again,

I don't think I would've
been able to stand it.

I'm never gonna forget
you fighting for me.

The other person's ever fought
for me was Sister Gomez.

You sleep good, niña.

Your angel Cyclona's
watching over you tonight.

- Thought I lost you.

- Check it out.

- That's soup.

- Right on.

I got some smokes, some change.

- So who'd you kill this time?

- Some kind of nightwatchman or something.

He was gonna rape me.

Wanna eat now?

I'm so thirsty!

It feels like somebody took a
big, greasy shit in my mouth!

- Real nice, Cyclona.

Here, have some more whisky.

- I'm really starting
to hate this stuff now.

- Gonna die if this train don't stop soon.

- Oh shit.

Oh Lord, please, please
protect us from all the wicked

and miserable people
lurking in the shadows,

seeking to harm me and
my bunkie, White Girl.

Oh holy Christian
protector, Saint Barbara,

do not permit any
interruption on our journey.

And please intercede on our
behalf against the police,

with their guns and their helicopters,

and their wicked thoughts

and their motherfucking evil intentions.

And protect us from all harm.

Amen.

All right, let's do it.

What?

- I'm not going out there!

- Ah, shit, what is your problem?

- Sister Gomez came to see me last night.

- Look, would you just
get off the goddamn train?

- She told me how this train's taking us

to a place of safety.

And how if we get off, we're
gonna be totally fucked

and our souls are gonna belong to Satan.

- This train's been rolling for days.

I mean, they gotta stop
to make crew changes

or change the fucking gas,
whatever the fuck it is they do!

- Yeah, but what if we
can't find our way back?

- Cyclona, don't worry about it, okay?

I got a plan.

- You know, these rocks are worthy money.

I mean, we could've sold 'em to some kids.

- Yeah, but we need a stash of crack

like we need a case of the shits.

Besides, I like robbing tricks.

It's easier.

A lot more satisfying, too.

- Hey, White Girl, I found some water!

Why is it all fishy?

Tastes like motor oil.

'Cause it's bad.

- Blech!

- Wash it down with some of that.

Maybe it'll help kill the germs.

- Can we go back now, please?

Before we get all sick
from this bad dog water.

Come on.

- All the rocks are gone.

What do you think
could've happened to them?

Just calm down, okay?

- Well, where are they?

- How about they're around the corner

and up your butt, Cyclona?

- We're totally fucked.

We're totally fucked.

We're doomed.

- Holy shit.

Just shut your mouth already, okay?

God!

If you can keep from
being completely crazy,

then I promise you everything

will be okay, all right?
- I got the mark of the beast

and now they're gonna put me
in one of their cages for sure!

Come look at me.

Stop running around!

- I can't, I got the walkies.

I got the walkies and I just can't stop!

Look, you've
lots of time, okay?

- If I get pinched, you
gotta kill me first, okay?

You can't let them get to me!

- I won't let them get you, okay?

- Swear to me that you'll
kill me first, okay?

Otherwise, you can just go fuck yourself!

- Look, I swear!

I'll kill you, I promise.

Let's get the fuck outta here!

- It's the border patrol!

That must be Mexico down there!

I told you that train was
taking us someplace special.

- Hey, officer, what's up?

- The hell you girls doing out here?

Don't move!

Don't you fucking move!

- Take it easy.

- Get their guns.

Yo, put your hands behind your head! Now!

You wanna get shot, goddammit?

- Let me have your backup!

- I don't have a --
- All you puto crackers

all have backups, I've seen it on TV!

Now, let me have it!
- Listen, I don't

have a backup.

I don't --

- No!

- You're such a pussy, White Girl.

See, he could've raped us with that --

- That's it, I'm gonna kill you for that!

Get on up, you psycho bitch!

Get on up so I can fucking kill you!

Get on up, you fucking psycho!

You see that?

If we stay here,
our lives are over, White Girl.

We gotta go to Mexico right now.

Are you ready for that?

- Yeah.

Let's do it.

Come on!

Come on, give me your hand.

- Oh, we're here!

Oh, we're actually here!

- Man, what do you think, the
law ain't gonna be after us

just 'cause we're in Mexico?

Trust me, it
ain't gonna be like up north!

- Come on.

- God.

Really beat the shit outta me, White Girl.

My face still hurts.

- Couldn't do worse.

What were you thinking
going off like that?

- I wasn't thinking.

I was coming.

I must've got off five or six times.

- Aw, God.

Aw, Jesus.

- I'm a big pervert, huh?

- I really don't wanna hear it, okay?

- Made my chocha so wet,
even through the Stelazine.

And let me tell you, it's hard getting wet

behind that Stelazine shit.

- Better shut up.

- Why am I like that?

- 'Cause you're a piece of shit.

Now, shut up.

How much money you get
off of them old people?

- Who me?

- How much, goddammit?

- $400 maybe.

- When were you planning on telling me?

- I don't know, I would a though.

- Yeah, right.

How well you know this shithole, Cyclona?

- Hey, I know Tijuana like I know myself.

And it ain't a shithole!

Shouldn't be so negative.

Are you gonna break my head now?

- Feels weird not worrying about

no cops getting up in my face.

- I know!

It even smells different.

Yeah, it smells
like garbage and dog shit.

- Oh, you're wrong.

It smells like freedom.

This is your country now, White Girl.

You gotta look at her.

You gotta look at her, you gotta love her.

Now, come on, let's get something to eat.

And no barfing, 'cause you
don't need to do that no more.

You're the one in control now.

I can't wait to show you
Tijuana tomorrow, White Girl.

We'll buy some new clothes.

We'll get our hair done.

We'll have a really nice lunch.

Check it out.

Gonna go for it?

- Well, I figured I'd do
the usual number on them.

- Oh, come on.

We need the money.

Fuck that shit!

We're in TJ now!

- Take them, goddammit.

Okay?

Let's do some fucking work.

- White Girl, come on!

We're sleeping in a real bed tonight!

Feels good, don't it?

- Yeah, feels good.

- What are you thinking about?

- How I ain't been fucked
in nearly two years.

- Maybe you'll like the guys in Mexico.

I mean, they got nice manners.

I guess they're kinda cute.

- Nah, it won't work.

I only date Black guys.

- How come you only date Black guys?

- Both hate white men.

- I guess this makes us
kinda related now, huh?

- Yeah, I guess.

Hey, what's so funny?

- I was just thinking how glad I was

you didn't barf in my pussy.

- Nah, it was okay.

- Told you pussy's better.

Looks better, is better.

Pussy rocks.

- Oh, it's one of them cheesy ass things.

I used to have one of these
in my bed when I was little.

- State of California
verses Crystal Van Meter.

I understand your client
escaped from custody

and is a suspect in
several brutal murders.

- Your Honor, that is
not an established fact.

- Sit down!

Makes me sick to do this, it really does.

Nevertheless, despite
overwhelming evidence

pointing to her guilt,

it is the decision of this court

that the convictions of Crystal Van Meter

in the California Superior
Court are hereby reversed.

And I remind you, sir,

your client has been freed
on purely a technicality.

- You don't have to tell me twice.

Yes, siree-do, Bob.

- Think this dress is tight enough?

Damn, I better not fart
or I'll blow my shoes off.

- What are you, crazy?

All the hookers in TJ
wear stuff like that.

- You got no sense of humor
at all, you know that?

- Look, you wanna rob
tricks, you gotta blend in.

Besides, you only gotta wear
it when you gotta do some work.

- Ooh, work it.

- Yow!

- I bet you didn't know Tijuana
was so happening, did you?

Oh my God.

Oh my God, White Girl.

It's Sister Gomez.

She's here in Tijuana.

We don't gotta go to
Nogales or nothing.

I knew that train was taking
us some place special.

Are
these the two females you saw?

- That's the white girl.

I can't be sure about the other one,

but I'm pretty sure she was the shooter.

She blew those agents away.

Then the white girl get mad,

beat the living shit out of her.

- What do you think?

- I think we're going to Tijuana.

- I'm so excited!

I can't believe it!

We're looking for Sister Gomez.

Don't fuck with me

or I'll kick your monkey
ass all over the street!

Now, where is she?

- Sister Gomez deliver message tonight!

You come later!

Later!

- Look around, is sleepy.

Go to sleep.

Go to bed, little mice.

- Oh my God, Sister Gomez.

It's me.

Angela Garcia.

Don't you remember me?

- Is you?

My little movie star.

Where have you been?

- She used to call me
her little movie star

when I was little.

- Hi, my name is Crystal,
mostly called White Girl.

- Check it out.

She's looking into your soul.

- You have a demon inside
you, little gringa.

And your demon is a hungry demon,

which is never, ever satisfied.

- Told you she'd take care of your shit.

- And your demon is angry demon,

which is thirsty for the
blood of the human being.

- Can you help me?

Can you intercede with Saint Jude

and make my life bearable again?

- Oh, si, si, si,

but first, you no bring something for me?

- This is all we've got right
now, but we can get more.

I beseech you, Sister Gomez.

We need a place of sanctuary

where we'll be safe from the police.

- You run from the policia?

You have done many, many
bad things, my child,

but I saw your demon.

- When can you start?

- Your demon must be kept in bondage

and you will suffer greatly,

but when we finish,

your demon will go back to
his true home in the darkness.

- What about my bunkie, White Girl?

- Your little gringa's
friend is a hungry demon.

Must be fed.

Mucho, mucho, mucho.

And when it is satisfied
and off his guard,

we can send it into the darkness, too.

- I don't know, Sister.

Her demon can eat so much.

You gotta see it to believe it.

- Trust Sister Gomez.

She know what to do.

- The little mice come to me

with the hunger in their tummies.

I feed them with many cakes and pies.

I know I ask nothing for me.

To keep their tummies
full cost mucho dinero.

- We can make so much money.

- Not you.

You must stay within these walls

once sexo season begins,
my pretty, pretty bunny.

- White Girl could get you the money.

You could do that, couldn't you?

- I guess.

- Oh, hey, Mr. Mexican, wanna
get some frenching going?

Gringa,

- Si, Americano.

Muy bueno.

- Oh yeah, blonde pussy,

all soft and wet and yummy.

Taste just like candy.

Oh, and I need something
to put inside it so bad!

Dick sucked?

- Si, dick suck.

- Dick sucked.

- Dick suck.

- Oh, si, si!

I'll light your motherfucking nose up!

Come on now.

- So, how's a little gal from up north

end up turning tricks in Tijuana?

- Well, just 'cause I like
sucking strange dick so much.

- Boy, you're just a little --

Aren't ya?

- Mm-hm!

Okay, now let me see your wiener!

- Oh, you are very good at
the making of the money, no?

- Huh, yeah, had a lot of practice.

- How much you keep for yourself?

About $300.

- You think it's right
you keep this money?

- I'll bust you open like
a goddamn watermelon.

- Come, sit down, little gringa.

It's time now.

This is for you and your hungry demon.

- Where's Cyclona?

- You just think about

the wonderful comida.

Sweet, creamy butter,

fresh milk from a jet black goat,

the finest pork,

the rarest red and green chilis,

and my special flan.

Shows from el Norte.

In Ingles.

- Thanks a lot.

Authorities
now believe the two escapees

from the California Youth Authority,

Angela Garcia and Crystal Van Meter,

are responsible for the shooting deaths

of those two INS agents
outside of San Diego yesterday.

I have no doubt

that my client will be exonerated,

that she was last week
by the Court of Appeals.

Have you heard
from Crystal since her escape?

No, I have not.

In the hope your client

is watching this program,

is there anything you'd
like to say to her?

- Crystal, baby, sister
came through for us, girl.

Come on home now!

It's time to stop
running, turn yourself in!

Don't do this to yourself, baby.

Let's let the healing begin, okay?

Any more questions?

All right, get the camera
outta my face, man.

No --

- You enjoy my sweet pork, little gringa?

- Right now, I wanna see Cyclona,

so let's cut the bullshit, okay?

- She is struggling to save her soul.

You no see her now.

- Shit.
- I clean up here.

We have big day tomorrow.

- What's up for tomorrow?

- You must continue to feed,
but you must no throw up.

- You want me to eat like this everyday?

- Then the demon will be careless

and stick his head out from your tummy.

And we can pull on his head
'til he's out of your stomach.

- How much weight are
we talking about here?

- Many Kilos.

But many señors like the heavy woman,

so choose to be prostitute.

Come, little gringa.

You must go on the scale.

Come, hungry one.

- You know, back in jail,

I got kinda allergic to having
people tell me what to eat

and weigh me out like
some kind of an animal.

You no want
my help, little hungry one?

- I don't wanna be bulimic no more.

I just wanna be pretty.

- Oh.

Go on the scale.

Good.

Flacco?

Si.

- Flacco will take you to your room.

He will give you some water and vinegar,

and you can clean your
little white chocha.

- Hey, I didn't fuck
nobody out there, okay?

I didn't fuck nobody!

Hey!

Hey, what the hell?

- The gringo was seen
last night at La Adelitas.

Many men reported being
robbed by a young Americana,

promising a night of very, very good sex.

- We'd like to be part
of your investigation.

- We'll show you how we treat

the criminals here in Mexico, huh?

- Wait, hold up.

What, you just gonna shoot them?

- You no want no shoot?

- No, we don't wanna shoot.

- I'm carrying a weapon.

You got a problem with that?

- Si.

It's possible, you know?

No problem.

Why'd you
lock me up last night?

It is muy
necessary to contain your demon.

- Look, lady, I wanna see
Cyclona and I wanna see her now.

- Tonight, you can bring more regalios,

then I make you my delicious tamales.

They are the finest in all of Baja.

- Why can't you talk
straight for just one second?

- Why you care so much for my baby Angela?

There's nothing you can do for her.

Why you not just walk away?

- Mm.

'Cause I feel like I owe her something.

- Gracias, gracias.

Gracias.

We are Mexicanos, beloved of the Gods.

We have the second sight, which
no other people possesses.

We see backwards and forward in the time.

And we know in the most natural properties

that everything is connected,

our future and our past.

- How you like my country, señor?

- There sure are a lot of whores.

There she is.

Let's do it.

- No, no, we wait, señor,
because there's two criminals.

We watch, we follow,
then we catch them both.

- Here she comes.

Now she rob him.

- That has not been established as fact.

- Yeah, right.

- It's true, we watch.

- Oh.

Gracias.

Adios.

Gracias.

Muy mucho, mucho gracias, señor.

Mucho gracias.

, señor.

First, we go for the backup, okay?

- You bring something for me?

Oh.

Money?

Where'd all the kids go?

- No more little mice.

Vámonos!

- Go! Vámonos!

Go! Vámonos!

Oh shit.

Just hold on.

White Girl. It's me.

It's me, White Girl, Cyclona.

Calm down.

Calm down.

Okay, it's okay.

Shh.

Shh.

Shh.

Come on.

It's okay.

- She's a cannibal, White Girl.

She killed these two
kids right in front of me

and she was gonna feed them to you.

She was gonna make tamales.

She was gonna try and make you fat,

and when you couldn't get fat no more,

she was gonna make you
into gordita tamales.

She beat the fuck outta me with this whip

and she made me watch all these videos

of all these guys molesting
me when I was little.

- That's why she always called
you her little movie star.

That's what you were!

And all those lights and shit
you're always talking about,

what do you think all this shit is?

That flying saucer and all
those fucking aliens, fuck, man!

Damn, this is where it all started!

This is where she worked
you so you'd get fucked

by a bunch of suck ass grownups.

She was making videos and
selling them to perverts.

You and me are gonna go
upstairs and kill everybody.

You ready for that?

- I can't.

I'm scared of her.

- Don't be scared no more.

Come on, get the fuck outta here.

You people lived way too long.

- I have lived 1,000 centuries

and I will live 1,000 more.

You think you are a killer?

- Bitch, I am a minister of death.

Watch out, White Girl!

- There's your Sister Gomez!

Fucking a pecker, goddammit!

She's a man!

She's a man!

- I trusted you so much!

- My little movie star.

- You fucking hell cunt!

Help me drag this bitch, Cyclona.

Why'd you kill all them kids, huh?

Why'd you kill all them kids?

Why'd you kill all them kids?

- They're muy necessary
for the sexo and the blood.

- You piece of shit!

I'm gonna ruin you for
what you did, you hear?

I'm gonna ruin you!

She's a cannibal, right?

- She chopped up them
kids right in front of me

so she could make them into tamales!

- Ah, in the fucking oven she goes!

No, no.

Piece of shit!

- My baby Angela, you'll
do this thing to me?

My father, Jupiter, will send many armies

to put you to your death!

No!

- Roast in peace.

- What a trip, huh?

At least now you know

how you got so fucked up.

- It was her, huh?

- She played her part.

Your fucked up family did the rest.

It was right to kill your family, Cyclona.

- Nobody ever told me that before.

- Once you started, you couldn't stop.

It's not your fault.

It's natural what you did.

I would've done the same.

Come out with
your hands on your head! Now!

- I hear pigs outside.

What do the pigs want?

- What do you think they want?

- Remember what you promised me?

Remember you promised me
that you weren't gonna

let them put me in one
of their little cages?

Come out with
your hands over your head now!

- Maybe we can shoot our way out.

- I don't give a fuck no more, Crystal.

I'm ready for my new life.

Maybe in Nueva, La Soloca
this time!

Don't worry about it, Crystal.

In my new life, I have wings!

And claws!

I look good, huh?

Come out with your
hands over your head! Now!

- Don't move, you motherfucking pig.

Don't you fucking move.

Tell them to put their guns down. Now.

- You don't escape from here, gringita.

- I know that.

I just wanna talk about a deal.

You motherfuckers know
how to deal, don't you?

- Many bodies in casa, huh?

Sister Gomez, she was a man
who was eating human beings.

She committed suicide in the oven.

- What about the Garcia girl?

- Shot to death with the federates.

But before she die, she make
a declaration of murders,

make all the murders in the Norte.

The gringa is very,
very innocent, you know?

Hero of our time.

- You aren't gonna hold her?

- The man she robbed,

after promising a night
of very, very good sex,

you know, they got familias.

They no testify, so there's
no reason to keep her.

- Crystal, how you doing, baby doll?

- Hi.

I'm okay, how are you?

Hey, Detective Dollar.

Hey, Detective Crefilo.

How you all doing?

- Hello, Crystal.

You thirsty?

You hungry?

You want something to eat?

- Nah.

I ain't hungry no more.