Atomik Circus - Le retour de James Bataille

What the hell is this?
You call that a Mexican panorama?
Are you kidding me?
Ever see a Mexican
cross country skiing?

- If he's on vacation.
- No vacation for you

I don't get what you want.
The Sam Paradiso has to be
more than a bar, but a trademark.

It has to suggest refinement
in people's minds, see?

- So we don't sell liquor anymore?
- Sure we do, moron!

Take the cowboy
on the cigarette pack.

He sells the idea of a man
on horseback, not cigarettes.

Here it's Mexican style luxury!
Refinement and luxury in Mexico?
You sure about that?

You poor drudge! Unbelievable!
- Excuse me.
- I'm busy.

There must be a mistake.
Is this the Sam Paradiso Bar?
What do you want?
- I'd like a room.
- No vacancy.

You sure picked your day.
There'll be some racket tonight.

Don't worry about it.
Noise never kept me awake.

I listen to bullshit all day long.
That's my business.

Let me introduce myself...
Schitz. Alan Schitz.
Latin American music's my specialty.

I'll be damned! An impresario?
And a man of taste.
My compliments on your efforts.

It's rare to find places so refined...
and elegant in a jerkwater...
in a region like this!

I quite agree.
You must've heard
about my little festival.

- That's just why I'm here. The Cow Pie Fes.
- Tival.

- Say what?
- The Cow-Pie Festival.

- I'm the one who...
- Shut up and get lost!

To tell the truth,
I'm here for a reason.

I'm looking for a young singer
who's extremely talented,

and in whom I intend
to invest a large sum of money.