From Dusk till Dawn Page #19

Everybody's a little stunned after Jacob's speech.

Razor Charlie picks up the license, looks at Jacob, looks at

everyone in the party and smiles.

RAZOR CHARLIE:

(to Jacob)

Welcome to the Titty Twister. What

can I get you?

Seth BRUSHES OFF Big Emilio's paw.

SETH:

Bottle of whiskey and five glasses.

Razor Charlie's eyes go to Seth. Even though he has a big

smile on his face, he looks like he's going to kill Seth.

But instead he just says,

RAZOR CHARLIE:

Coming right up.

Razor Charlie goes for the bottle. Big Emilio gives the party

one last look and walks away. Richard gives Jacob a buddy

punch on the shoulder.

RICHARD:

Good job, Pops.

Seth's still frying an egg on his head.

SETH:

That's just f***in' typical. Biggest

number one problem with Mexico, it's

not service oriented. I was feelin'

so good, and those f***in' spics

brought me down.

Richard puts his arm around Seth.

RICHARD:

F*** 'em, shake it off.

Razor Charlie brings the bottle and the glasses. Seth looks

at the guy, still pissed.

SETH:

You serve food, Jose?

Razor Charlie knows Seth's taunting him with a racial slur,

but he just smiles and says,

RAZOR CHARLIE:

Best in Mexico.

SETH:

I kinda doubt that. We're grabbin' a

table, send over a waitress to take

our order.

Seth walks away, and the group follows him.

We just hang on the evil wheels turning inside of Razor

Charlie's head.

The five of them move across the floor to a table. As they

walk, Kate attracts stares, wolf whistles and rude comments

from some of the patrons. Jacob keeps near his daughter.

The dancers do their sexy routines. A big-chested, wild-haired

blonde catches Scott's eye. She winks at him.

Richard leans over and whispers in Scott's ear.

RICHARD:

Anytime you want a lap dance with

that broad, say the word. It's on

me, kiddo.

He gives the boy's neck a squeeze. Jacob's eyes survey the

surroundings. Big Emilio and Razor Charlie quietly exchange

words about the party in Spanish.

RAZOR CHARLIE:

(in Spanish)

They're not the normal road trash we

normally feed on. But it'll be okay.

No one knows they're here.

The five of them find a table and sit down.

Seth, still in a bad mood, takes the cork out of the whiskey

bottle and tosses it. He pours Richie and himself a glass.

SETH:

Who else?

JACOB:

Pass.

SETH:

(picking a fight)

Why not, against your religion?

JACOB:

(won't be baited)

No, I do drink, I'm just not drinking

now.

SETH:

Suit yourself, more for me.

(to Scott)

Scotty?

Scott shakes his head no.

SETH:

(to Kate)

How 'bout you?

(pointing at Scott

and Kate)

You are safer in here with us than

wandering around a Mexican border

town all night long. Just don't do

nothin' stupid and we'll all get

along fine.

(to Scott)

Scotty, you sure you don't want a

drink?

SCOTT:

Okay, I'll have one.

JACOB:

No you won't.

Seth pours Scott a shot.

SETH:

Sorry, Pops, but I'm drinkin' and I

don't like drinkin' alone. Bottoms

up, boy.

Scott takes the drink and he, too, experiences an one-

drinker's tremor.

Seth turns to Kate.

SETH:

How about you, cutie pie? Ready for

round two?

KATE:

Okay.

Seth just passes her the bottle. She pours her own shot and

knocks it back.

RICHARD:

(to Seth)

Hey, Dr. Frankenstein, I think you

just created a monster.

Jacob turns to Seth and asks quietly.

JACOB:

Why are you so agitated?

SETH:

I'm still stewing about that ape

laying hands on me. And that f***in'

bartender sticks a weed up my ass,

too.

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