From Dusk Till Dawn 2: Texas Blood Money Page #3

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That's all. Let's go.

Yee-ha!

So far, so good, huh, Bucky?

I don't think so, Ray Bob.

We got us a dead guard here.

When them Mexicans catch us, they're

gonna fry our asses or hang us-- one.

Oh, man.

You're a goddamn artist, C.W.

- lt's an honor just watching you work.

Just let me know when you need

the lubricating oil.

What are you tryin' to do,

cornhole me?

Back off a little bit, Luther.

Give me a little room to work here.

And get this goddamn thing

out of the way.

- Luther, you all right?

Asthma, my ass.

I vote we get out of here

while we've still got a chance.

- Cops are on the way.

Let's get out of here.

- Damn it. All right,

time is still on our side.

Now, all those cops can do

is slow us down a little bit.

- "Slow us down"?

Hell, they'll kill our asses.

- We ain't goin' anywhere.

C.W. has almost got this thing licked

now. You just settle your ass down.

- What are you, retarded?

Let's get out of here!

- Back off, man!

We're about to be millionaires.

We're gonna be dead millionaires,

we don't move it.

Get out of here

if you want to. l don't care.

Just leave more for us.

Come on, Ray Bob,

let's get the hell out of here.

- What about the money, Bucky?

- It's over, Ray Bob.

There ain't gonna be no money.

Now, let's go.

You comin' with us?

I'll take my chances.

Well, you're as crazy

as they are.

- What do we do now, Bucky?

- Run!

- Man, they're everywhere.

- Sh*t!

- They're shootin' at us, Buck!

- Get back inside!

- You said we was gonna make it, Bucky.

- Shut up, Ray Bob!

Hey, I was just starting

to miss you guys.

Listen up, you idiots!

Get out of there and come out

with your hands up...

and we will not kill you.

I give you my word.

Take your time

and think it over.

You've got two minutes.

Ah, Jesus Christ!

Oh, God Almighty.

I don't know how many

of them are in there...

but your boy, Buck,

is one of them.

Well, I'll tell you

one thing, Chief.

You work pretty damn fast.

Hey, baby. I thought I told you

never to call me at work.

- This is Lawson here.

- Otis. Hey, how's your wife tasting?

None of your business,

you son of a b*tch.

First off, who the hell are you,

and is Luther Heggs in there?

I'm Jesus, and, yeah,

Luther's here.

And Buck Bowers,

who you know intimately.

Then, goddamn it,

put Buck on.

You stupid bastard.

You're lucky I ain't done

put a bullet in your head.

Yeah?

Well, you cornholed

the pooch this time, boy.

Oh, I'd have to agree with you

on that one, Otis.

There is a bank guard in there

by the name of Reuben Salto Guitierrez.

We want to speak to him.

You got a bank guard in there by

the name of Reuben ""Salsa Goudaresm--""

H-H-How the hell you pronounce it?

Put him on the phone.

- I want to speak to him.

- Uh--

Well, he's still alive, isn't he?

Sure, he's fine.

Well, then put him on the phone.

Give me a minute.

Jesus... tell him

everything's okay in Mexican.

There you go.

Told you he's okay.

Now, listen up, Buck.

Let the guard go.

You guys come out

with your hands up high...

and we promise that

we ain't gonna kill you.

Well, now, Otis, l think

I'm gonna have to pass on that offer.

What about this:

We take the guard with us.

You give us a ten-minute head start,

and then we'll let him go.

- Ain't gonna happen, Bucko.

- Come on, Otis. Work with me here.

Now, the way l figure--

- Hello?

- What the hell are you doin', man?

- That was our last chance

to make a deal!

- There ain't gonna be no deals.

Besides, I'm tired of listening

to your chatter!

My pit ain't the only one

on the juice.

Come on, guys.

Hey, we ain't gotta fight, man.

- Yeah. End of the line, a**holes!

- Goddamn it.

That's got it.

You the man, C.W.

You the man!

Good God, Gerty!

What a gorge!

We're right on schedule, buddy.

Got a half hour before sunrise.

- It's the fattest one l ever cracked.

I'll take care of that.

Get one of the guys back here

and bag up the rest of this cash.

What in God's name

is going on up there?

Get out of there!

Get out of there now, damn it!

- What the hell was that all about?

- God Almighty.

I think we're gonna have to make

a radical move here, Ray Bob.

Now, I know this sounds

totally insane...

but I think Luther, C.W.

and Jesus--

- What?

- Hey, look, if I don't go

take a leak right now...

I'm gonna piss in my pants.

Sal, can you see anything

on top of that bank?

I can't see anything up there.

Tear gas everywhere.

Sal? Come in, Sal.

- Sal?

- Sal?

Ray Bob, give me a hand

loading this green stuff.

Sh*t.

God Almighty.

Where did Luther get off to?

Uh, he's in the can.

Let's get this stuff loaded.

Let's get moving.

Cutting it pretty close.

All right, you a**holes.

Get back here and give us

a hand loading this cash up.

Hell, yeah.

Jesus, I do believe you're the greediest

son of a b*tch l ever knowed.

- Where's Buck at?

- Breathing down your neck.

- Take it back, Jesus.

You're the second greediest

son of a b*tch l ever knowed.

lt's not about the money,

you stupid bastard.

Ray Bob, get over here.

You get away from them.

Don't you cocksuckers

move a muscle.

I want you to drop your guns

on the floor, and l want you

to kick 'em towards me.

Oh, Bucky, what are you doing?

They're vampires, Ray Bob.

I know that sounds f***ed-up,

but that's what they are.

And we're getting the hell

out of here, Ray Bob.

Even going to the pen's

better than getting killed

by one of these bloodsuckers.

Buck, you paranoid

son of a b*tch.

Now, Ray Bob, even you, dumb f*** that

you are, ain't buying into this, right?

Ray Bob, l wouldn't be willing

to go out there, if l didn't

know what was in here--

- Gettin' to you, boys. Get in there!

- Now!

F***.

Hey!

- Hey!

Bucky.

- Bucky.

Bucky.

- The doors!

I never thought

I'd be happy to see you bastards.

Do me a favor.

Take that knife

out of my leg.

Hold it.

You gotta listen to me.

You don't know what you're

dealing with in there.

-Get this piece of sh*t out of my sight.

-Otis, listen to me!

No, you listen to me! You had

your chance to talk, and you blew it.

Now, goddamn it, the game's over!

Get him in there.

I guarantee you it ain't over!

Otis, it ain't over!

- Otis, listen to me! Otis!

Otis, you gotta listen to me!

Otis!

- Let's do it.

- Otis!

- You don't know what it is in there!

- Go!

You don't know what's in there!

Goddamn it, Otis.

Now will you listen to me?

Let me out of the f***ing car,

you a**hole!

Ah, sh*t!

We're toast!

Otis, you got the sun!

What are you waitin' on, man?

Go in there and kill 'em!

I'm not sending any more men in there

to get slaughtered until l figure out...

what the hell it is

we're dealing with here.

Oh, you gotta be

f***ing kidding me!

- Oh, sh*t!

- Come here, you sexy b*tch.

You son of a b*tch.

What the hell's going on here?

- They're making happy meals

out of our ass.

- They're goddamn vampires, Otis!

All right, suppose they are.

What can we do about it?

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