From Dusk till Dawn Page #12

SETH:

Where is the little lady?

JACOB:

In heaven.

SETH:

She's dead?

JACOB:

Yes, she is.

SETH:

How'd she die?

JACOB:

Auto wreck.

SETH:

Come on, gimme some more details.

How'd it happen? Some f***in' drunk

kill her?

JACOB:

No. It was a rainy night, the brakes

on the car weren't great. She had to

stop suddenly. She slid on the road,

she crashed, she died.

SETH:

Died instantly?

JACOB:

Not quite. She was trapped in the

wreck for about six hours before she

passed on.

SETH:

Whewww! Those acts of God really

stick it in and break it off, don't

they?

JACOB:

Yes, they do.

Seth looks back at the wallet. He sees Jacob's minister's

license.

SETH:

Is this real?

JACOB:

Yes.

SETH:

I've seen one of these before. A

friend of mine had himself declared

a minister of his own religion. Away

to f*** the IRS. Is that what you're

doing, or are you the real McCoy?

JACOB:

Real McCoy.

SETH:

You're a preacher?

JACOB:

I was a minister.

SETH:

Was? As in not anymore?

JACOB:

Yes.

SETH:

Why'd ya quit?

JACOB:

I think I've gotten about as up close

and personal with you as I'm gonna

get. Now if you need me like I think

you need me, you're not gonna kill

me 'cause I won't answer your stupid,

prying questions. So, with all due

respect, mind your own business.

SETH:

I seem to have touched a nerve. Don't

be so sensitive, Pops, let's keep

this friendly. But you're right,

enough with the getting to know you

sh*t. Now, there's two ways we can

play this hand. One way is me and

you go round an' round all f***in'

night. The other way, is we reach

some sort of an understanding. Now,

if we go down that first path at the

end of the day, I'll win. But we go

down the second, we'll both win.

Now, I don't give a rat's ass about

you or your f***in' family. Y'all

can live forever or die this second

and I don't care which. The only

things I do care about are me that

son-of-a-b*tch in the back, and our

money. And right now I need to get

those three things into Mexico. Now,

stop me if I'm wrong, but I take it

you don't give a sh*t about seeing

me and my brother receiving justice,

or the bank getting its money back.

Right now all you care about is the

safety of your daughter, your son

and possibly yourself. Am I correct?

JACOB:

Yes.

SETH:

I thought so. You help us get across

the border without incident, stay

with us the rest of the night without

trying anything funny, and in the

morning we'll let you and your family

go. That way everybody gets what

they want. You and your kids get out

of this alive and we get into Mexico.

Everybody's happy.

JACOB:

How do I know you'll keep your word?

SETH:

Jesus Christ, Pops, don't start with

this sh*t.

JACOB:

You want me to sit here and be

passive. The only way being passive

in this situation makes sense is if

I believe you'll let us go. I'm not

there yet. You have to convince me

you're telling the truth.

SETH:

Look, d*ckhead, the only thing you

need to be convinced about is that

you're stuck in a situation with a

coupla real mean motor scooters. I

don't wanna hafta worry about you

all f***in' night. And I don't think

you wanna be worrying about my

brother's intentions toward your

daughter all night. You notice the

way he looked at her, didn't ya?

JACOB:

Yes.

SETH:

Didn't like it, did ya?

JACOB:

No, I didn't.

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