From Dusk till Dawn Page #16

JACOB:

Then?

SETH:

Then stop, 'cause that's where we're

going.

He slaps him once again on the back, and leaves to attend to

Richard.

CUT TO:

CLOSE-UP RICHARD without glasses. Unconscious, Seth slaps

his face.

SETH (O.S.)

C'mon, kid, wake up. Don't make a

career out of it.

Richard starts coming to and opens his eyes. Seth sits at

the foot of the bed.

SETH:

You okay?

RICHARD:

(disoriented)

Yeah, I think so. What happened?

SETH:

I don't know, you just passed out.

RICHARD:

I did?

SETH:

Yeah, we were just standing there.

You said something about your shoulder

hurting, then you just hit the ground

like a sack of potatoes.

RICHARD:

Really?

SETH:

Yeah, when you fell your head smacked

the toilet hard. It scared the sh*t

outta me. Sure you're okay?

RICHARD:

Yeah, I guess. I'm just a little

f***ed up.

SETH:

Well, let me tell ya something, gonna

clear your head right up. We are

officially Mexicans.

RICHARD:

What?

SETH:

We are...

(singing)

"South of the border down Mexico

way."

RICHARD:

We are?

SETH:

Yep. We're heading for the rendezvous

right now. We get there, we pound

booze till Carlos shows up, he escorts

us to El Ray. And then me and you,

brother, kick f***in' back. How ya

like them apples?

Slowly shaking the cobwebs out of his head.

RICHARD:

Far out.

(pause)

Where are my glasses?

SETH:

They broke when you fell.

RICHARD:

Oh, f***, Seth, that's my only pair!

SETH:

Don't worry about it, we'll get you

some glasses.

RICHARD:

What dya mean, don't worry about it.

Of course I'm gonna worry about it,

I can't f***in' see.

SETH:

When we get to El Ray, I'll take

care of it.

RICHARD:

Yeah, like a Mexican hole-in-the-

wall's gonna have my f***in'

prescription.

SETH:

It's not a big deal, unless you make

it a big deal. Now, I'm real happy,

Richie, stop bringing me down with

bullshit.

Jacob calls to the back.

JACOB:

Guys! We're here.

CUT TO:

Neon sign that flashes:

THE TITTY TWISTER

Biker/Trucker bar, Dusk till Dawn Underneath the joint's

proud name on the sign, and on top of "Biker/Trucker bar,

Dusk till Dawn" is a well-endowed woman, whose breast is

being twisted by a neon hand.

EXT. THE TITTY TWISTER NIGHT

The neon sign sits on top of the rudest, sleaziest, most

crab-infested, strip joint, honky-tonk whorehouse in all of

Mexico.

The Titty Twister is located out in the middle of nowheres

ville. It sits by itself with nothing around it for miles. A

plethora of choppers and eighteen wheelers are parked out in

front. The walls almost pulsate from the LOUD, RAUNCHY MUSIC

within the structure. Signs cover the walls outside reading

things like:

"NUDE DANCING", "WHORES", "BEER", "AUTHENTIC MEXICAN FOOD",

"BIKERS AND TRUCKERS ONLY", "OPEN DUSK TILL DAWN", "THURSDAY

COCKFIGHT NIGHT", "WEDNESDAY DOGFIGHT NIGHT", "DONKEY SHOW

MONDAYS", "EVERY FRIDAY BARE KNUCKLE FIGHT TO THE DEATH,

FEATURING THE LOVELY SANTANICO PANDEMONIUM", "ATHENA AND

DANNY THE WONDER PONY", and "THE SLEAZY TITTY TWISTER

DANCERS."

In the parking lot, a BIKER and a TRUCK DRIVER beat the sh*t

out of each other, one with a pipe, the other with a hammer.

A SECOND BIKER fucks a Titty Twister WHORE against the wall.

A greasy man, known as CHET P*SSY, stands in the parking

lot, soliciting customers through a Mr. Microphone.

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