From Dusk till Dawn Page #18

They walk toward the bar's entrance. Chet P*ssy talks into

the microphone.

CHET:

(yelling into the

microphone)

Take advantage of our penny p*ssy

sale. Buy any piece of p*ssy for

regular price, you get another piece

of p*ssy, of equal or lesser value,

for a penny. Now try and beat p*ssy

for a penny! If you can find cheaper

p*ssy anywhere, f*** it!

Chet notices our heroes, especially young Kate.

CHET:

(in microphone, towards

Kate)

What's this? A new flavor approaching.

Apple Pie P*ssy.

SETH:

Step aside, a**hole.

Chet POKES HIS FINGER in Seth's CHEST.

CHET:

Not so fast, Slick.

Seth GRABS HOLD of Chet's FINGER, BENDS it BACKWARDS till

the BONE SNAPS in two.

Chet lets out a SCREAM.

Seth VIOLENTLY brings his HEAD FORWARD PULVERIZING Chet's

NOSE.

Chet FALLS to his KNEES in front of Seth.

Seth HOOKS him with a powerful FIST UNDER his CHIN that SNAPS

Chet's HEAD BACK, and THROWS him on his BACK.

After HITTING the GROUND, Seth SENDS a SAVAGE KICK straight

to Chet's FACE, ROLLING HIM OVER.

Chet is OUT.

The whole altercation took two seconds.

Everyone's in shock and looks at Seth. Seth looks back at

everyone.

SETH:

Now, is my sh*t together, or is my

sh*t together?

Richard and Seth laugh with each other.

RICHARD:

(slappin' Seth five)

Your sh*t is forever together!

They head for the door. Richard stays behind for a second,

and gives the fallen Chet a few, swift kicks,

INT. THE TITTY TWISTER NIGHT

If the Titty Twister looked like the a**hole of the world

from the outside, in the immortal words of Al Jolson, "You

ain't seen nothin' yet." This is the kind of place where

they sweep up the teeth and hose down the cum, the blood and

the beer at closing.

In the back, TOPLESS DANCERS do lap dances with customers,

while a SLEAZY SEXY STRIPPER STRIPS to RAUNCHY MUSIC, played

at ear drum-bursting level. TWO MEN are in a savage

BAREKNUCKLE FIGHT, surrounded by screaming customers of bikers

and truckers.

One of the dancers is a man with a saddle on his back, his

name is DANNY THE WONDER PONY. The woman on his back, in the

saddle, feet in the stirrups, hands on the reins, is ATHENA,

his rider. They dance around to the cheers of the crowd.

Bikers and truckers play pool in the back. Fights break out

here about one every ten minutes. The customers may start

'em, but the bouncer, BIG EMILIO, ends 'em.

Seth, Richard, Jacob, Scott and Kate walk through the door.

They each individually take in the sights and the smells.

Seth is the first to say something.

SETH:

Now this is my kinda place! I could

become a regular.

The man behind the bar is RAZOR CHARLIE. He eyes the group

as they approach.

Their difference from the usual road waif nomads who populate

the Twister disturbs him. He exchanges a knowing look across

the room with Big Emilio, as the group bellies up to the

bar.

SETH:

Whiskey!

RAZOR CHARLIE:

(in English)

You can't come in here.

SETH:

What dya mean?

RAZOR CHARLIE:

This is a private club. You're not

welcome.

SETH:

Are you tellin' me I'm not good enough

to drink here?

RAZOR CHARLIE:

This bar is for bikers and truckers

only.

(points his finger to

Seth)

You, get out!

Big Emilio almost magically appears behind Seth and places

HIS BIG BEEFY SAUSAGE-FINGERED HAND HARD on Seth's shoulder.

BIG EMILIO:

(to Seth in Spanish)

Walk, Pendajo.

Seth slowly turns his eyes to the big hand on his shoulder.

SETH:

(low)

Take your hand off me.

BIG EMILIO:

(Spanish)

I'm going to count to three.

SETH:

No, I'm going to count to three.

BIG EMILIO:

Uno...

SETH:

Two..

Jacob jumps in the middle.

JACOB:

Now wait a minute, there's no reason

to get ugly. There's just a

misunderstanding going on here. You

said this bar is for truckers and

bikers, Well, I'm a truck driver.

Everybody looks at Jacob.

As Jacob talks he takes out his wallet.

JACOB:

If you look outside your door, parked

in your parking lot, you'll see a

big ass recreational vehicle. That's

mine. In order to drive that legally,

you need a class two driver's license.

That is the same license that the

DMV requires truck drivers to carry

in order to drive a truck.

(he takes the license

out of his wallet

and lays it on the

bar)

That is me, and this is my class two

license. This is a truck driver's

bar, I am a truck driver, and these

are my friends.

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