From Dusk Till Dawn 2: Texas Blood Money Page #2

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- Come in with me, Jesus.

Just in case I gotta talk Mexican.

C.W., take the car down to number seven,

start unloading the gear.

Howdy.

You speak English, lady?

English, Spanish

and a little bit of Japanese.

We need a room.

Number seven will do.

Hey, baby.

El fucko?

Sweet Jesus.

Come on, Jesus.

- Now ain't the time.

Let's get

this crap inside quick.

Yowza, boss.

- This movie is very low quality.

Don't look that bad to me.

- There's no story.

- It's a f*** movie.

I don't watch a f*** movie

for the story.

I watch a f*** movie

to see f***in'.

I got to side with Jesus

on this one.

I personally appreciate

an attempt at telling a story.

When I care more about the characters,

I care more about the f***ing.

Now, my main complaint

about this movie here...

is we've been watching it

for something like a half hour,

- and there ain't been no ass f***in'.

- F*** me runnin'.

This is my kind of place.

Christ.

- Howdy.

Give me a shot of tequila, man.

Here you go.

Goddamn, man!

Give me a... shot of whiskey

or something.

Say, what would be the odds

of gettin' a cab out here?

Odds of getting a cab

are about zero to none.

- No cabs come out here.

- Sh*t.

- You got car trouble?

- Yeah. Weirdest thing, man.

I hit a f***in' bat.

Messed up my vehicle real good.

Hell, you say.

Where you headed?

- That El Coyote Motel.

- I get off in about half hour.

Would you like a lift?

- Yep?

- Hey, Buck. Broke down, man.

Luther, we were starting

to worry about you, boy.

- Want us to come and get you?

- No, y'all stay put.

This old boy here

is gonna give me a lift.

Mighty decent of you, man.

I appreciate it.

No problem.

What kind of bat

did you hit?

I don't know, man.

A f***in' bat. A big one.

- You know, there's many varieties of bats.

- Yeah?

I didn't know that.

Damn thing scared the sh*t

out of me, though.

I pumped

a bullet in the bastard.

Aren't we going

the wrong direction here, man?

Is that your jeep?

Yeah.

Look, I'm kind of in a hurry here.

You know what I mean?

Just take a second.

Come on.

You said you hit a big, old f***in' bat.

Where is it?

Well, man, I imagine it

crawled off somewhere to die.

I don't see no point

in all of this.

Oh, there's a point, all right.

Victor.

Victor.

Victor.

How bad is it?

I don't think

I'm gonna make it.

Damn, man. You need to get

to a hospital, quick like.

ls this him?

Yeah, that's him.

What the f***

you talkin' about, man?

I ain't never

seen this guy in my life.

I think this belongs to you.

Victor.

- F***.

Oh, God!

Come on, f***in' bat!

Come on!

Look out for the gun!

Adios.

F***.

Boy, I'd sure like to do me...

one of them porno star b*tches.

I did me one of them

porno star b*tches once.

She had a small part

in Splendor in the Ass 2.

- You ever see that?

- No, I never saw it.

But I'd sure go rent it.

Which one is she?

She's in the scene

where Wendy West goes to the dentist.

There's this black

female dentist...

and a red-haired

dentist's helper.

I hammered the redhead.

What happened at the dentist's?

They all f*** each other.

What do you think? lt's a porno movie.

- I know this Mexican guy, Carlos.

He found out his sister

was doing porno in L.A.

So he waited till she was

doing another porno film...

and he went down to the set...

with a shotgun.

And he went completely crazy.

Carlos!

He shot the director.

- He shot the cameraman.

- No! No!

He shot the guy

who was drilling her.

And then...

he even shot the guy...

who brings the doughnuts.

Huh?

Man, this is just so cool, guys.

I mean, I'm gettin' to do

a big job with all my buddies.

- I mean, this is so great.

- Hey, Ray Bob.

Do you know who was asking about you?

- No, who?

- No one.

- Get off his ass, Jesus.

I ain't on his ass yet.

I ain't gonna have internal

squabbling on this deal.

- Where the hell you goin'?

- For a walk.

Yeah, well, don't stray too far.

Luther's due any time.

I bet you my ass he's going over

to that little senorita's room...

- to get his dick wet.

- Kind of figured Luther'd be here by now.

Luther.

What are you doing here?

I just dropped in

for a quick bite.

- What the f***!

Take that, b*tch!

No. No. No. No.

- Who is it?

- It's room service.

Open up, you idiots.

Look who l found.

Hot damn, Luther.

- I ain't seen you in a coon's age.

- C.W.

God Almighty, Luther. We thought

you was never even gonna show up.

I got dropped off

up the road a piece there.

Hoofed it the last mile or so.

Damn, Jesus.

That little split tail

drain the life out of you?

You look like a damn ghost.

She sucked me dry.

Damn.

Hey, Luther.

I just wanted to say I appreciate

you bringing me on this job and all.

All right, girls.

Gather 'round.

The bank's in Bravos,

right here near the border.

When you planning

on pulling this thing off?

- We'll be going on this

little expedition tonight.

- "Tonight"?

God dog, you gotta be kiddin' me.

We got to work things out.

Case the joint, sh*t like that.

Yeah, Luther, I never knowed you

to go into a deal half-cocked.

We're gonna do this thing my way...

which means we're gonna

do it tonight.

Or all of you are gonna

walk away with nothin'.

Are you homos in or are you out?

I'm in.

Well, I sure as hell ain't walkin' away

from 600 grand and change.

What's the big hurry, Luther?

What the hell are you?

Cinderella?

For one thing, that motel clerk

got a good look at me.

I think she might have made me.

Well, now, you might ought to have

mentioned that to me before.

Well, I'll fill you in

on a need-to-know basis.

Well, I need to know everything.

All right then.

From now on, Buck,

I'll tell you everything.

- Fair enough?

- Yeah.

Are you in or not?

I reckon I'm in.

All right then.

Let's head 'em up

and move 'em out!

What the hell

we need this stuff for?

I think it looks cool.

Just a precaution.

Looks like a goddamn bloodbath.

You tryin' to be funny?

No, sir.

Why don't you go on outside

and get some air?

Yeah.

What's his problem?

My boy's suffering

from some serious hurt.

Them Gecko brothers

killed his daddy.

- You remember old McGraw, don't you?

- Sure.

Sons of b*tches shot

old Earl dead in the head.

What the hell

you figure happened here?

God only knows,

and He ain't talkin'.

Jesus, when you guys

are done unloading...

pull the car out in front

of the bank there.

In just a minute...

I'm gonna open this here door.

How the hell

are you gonna do that?

I done told you.

I got this thing all worked out, man.

God Almighty, Luther.

You'd think somebody had done and gone

give you the keys to the place.

What did you have

to kill the guard for?

It was him or me, Buck.

What about the other alarms?

There are a couple of motion detectors

back here by the safe.

You guys won't have

to worry about that.

C.W., crack this box.

Jesus Christ.

- All right, C.W.

Do your magic.

Don't touch nothin' you don't have to.

What's wrong, Luth?

A little asthma attack.

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