From Dusk till Dawn Page #17

CHET:

P*ssy, p*ssy, p*ssy! All p*ssy must

go. At the Titty Twister we're

slashing p*ssy in half! This is a

p*ssy blow out! Make us an offer on

our vast selection of p*ssy! We got

white p*ssy, black p*ssy, Spanish

p*ssy, yellow p*ssy, hot p*ssy, cold

p*ssy, wet p*ssy, tight p*ssy, big

p*ssy, bloody p*ssy, fat p*ssy, hairy

p*ssy, smelly p*ssy, velvet p*ssy,

silk p*ssy, Naugahyde p*ssy, snappin'

p*ssy, horse p*ssy, dog p*ssy, mule

p*ssy, fake p*ssy! If we don't have

it, you don't want it!

The Fullers' recreational vehicle pulls into the parking lot

and stops.

INT. MOTOR HOME - NIGHT

What's left of the Fuller family and the Gecko family look

out the windshield onto the sight that is the Titty Twister.

SETH:

(to the group)

Okay, troops, this is the homestretch.

Here's the deal; this place closes

at dawn. Carlos is gonna meet us

here sometime before dawn. Which by

my guesstimate is somewhere between

three or four hours from now. So

we're gonna go in there, take a seat,

have a drink -- have a bunch of

drinks, and wait for Carlos. That

could be an hour, that could be three

hours, I don't know which. But when

he gets here, me and Richie are going

to leave with him. After we split,

you guys are officially out of this

stewpot. Let me just say I'm real

happy about where we're at. We got a

real nice, "I don't f*** with you --

you don't f*** with me" attitude

going on. Now, if everybody just

keeps playin' it cool -- and I'm

talking to you, too, Richie --

everybody's gonna get what they want.

Comprende, amigos?

Everybody nods and mutters in agreement.

SETH:

Okay hard drinkers, let's drink hard.

I'm buyin'.

EXT. PARKING LOT - NIGHT

The camper door FLIES OPEN and the two brothers and the Fuller

family step out into the night.

They look across the parking lot at the Titty Twister. It

literally looks in some ways like the entrance to hell.

JACOB:

Out of the stew pot and into the

fire.

SETH:

Sh*t, I been to bars make this place

look like a f***in' 4-H club.

RICHARD:

I gotta say I'm with Jacob on this.

I been to some f***ed up places in

my time, but that place is f***ed

up.

Seth can't believe it.

SETH:

(in a baby talk voice)

Aww-w, whatsa matter, is the little

baby too afraid to go into the big

scary bar?

The two brothers square off, not like strangers fighting,

but like brothers fight. They talk real quiet, but real

personal.

RICHARD:

That's what you think?

SETH:

That's how you're lookin', Richie.

RICHARD:

I'm lookin' scared?

SETH:

That's what you look like.

RICHARD:

You know what you look like?

SETH:

No, Richie, what do I look like?

RICHARD:

You're lookin' green.

That's not what Seth expected to hear.

SETH:

How?

RICHARD:

Where are you right now?

SETH:

What do you mean?

RICHARD:

Where are you?

SETH:

I'm here with you.

RICHARD:

No, you're not. You're sippin'

margaritas in El Ray. But we're not

in El Ray. We're here -- getting

ready to go in there. You're so

pleased with yourself about getting

into Mexico, you think the job's

down. It ain't. Get back on the clock.

That's a f***-with-you-bar. We hang

around there for a coupla hours, in

all likelihood, we'll get f***ed

with. So get your sh*t together,

brother.

SETH:

My sh*t is together.

RICHARD:

It don't look together.

SETH:

Well, it is. Just because I'm happy

doesn't mean I'm on vacation. You're

just not used to seein' me happy,

'cause it's been about fifteen f***in'

years since I been happy. But my

sh*t is forever together.

Richard believes Seth's response.

RICHARD:

Okay, just checkin'.

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