From Dusk till Dawn Page #20

JACOB:

He backed down.

SETH:

He's smilin' at us. But behind his

smile, he's sayin', "F*** you Jack."

I hear that loud and clear.

JACOB:

What are you going to do?

SETH:

(picking up the whiskey

bottle)

I'm gonna just sit here and drain

this bottle. And when I've drunk the

last drop, if I still feel then, the

way I feel now, I'm gonna take this

bottle and break it over his melon

head.

JACOB:

Before we stepped in here, you told

all of us to be cool. That means

you, too.

SETH:

(tossing it off)

I never said do what I do, I said do

what I say.

JACOB:

Are you so much a f***ing loser, you

can't tell when you've won?

Richard, Kate and Scott both turn to Jacob. Nobody can believe

what he just said. Neither can Seth who calmly lays down his

drinking glass.

SETH:

What did you call me?

JACOB:

Nothing. I didn't make a statement.

I asked a question. Would you like

me to ask it again? Very well. Are

you such a loser you can't tell when

you've won?

(pause)

The entire state of Texas, along

with the FBI, is looking for you.

Did they find you? No. They couldn't.

They had every entrance to the border

covered. There's no way you could

get across. Did you? Yes, you did.

You've won, Seth, enjoy it.

Seth looks at Jacob, then picks up the bottle.

SETH:

Jacob, I want you to have a drink

with me. I insist.

Jacob slides his empty glass over to Seth. Seth pours booze

in Jacob's glass and his own. Both men pick up the glasses.

SETH:

To your family.

JACOB:

To yours.

They both knock 'em back and slap the empty glasses down.

JACOB:

Now, is your sh*t together?

SETH:

Forever together.

Seth turns to Scott.

SETH:

In that camper out there I saw a

guitar. I take it that's yours.

SCOTT:

Yeah, it's mine.

SETH:

Go out and bring it in. I feel a

song coming on.

CUT TO:

Seth sitting at the table, playing guitar, singing Mexican

songs. Some bikers, truckers, and whores have gathered around

their table. Everyone's groovin'. Seth finishes the song.

Everybody applauds.

Razor Charlie behind the bar grabs the greasy microphone

that he uses to announce dancers.

RAZOR CHARLIE:

(announcer voice in

Spanish)

And now for your viewing pleasure.

The Mistress of the Macabre. The

Epitome of Evil. The most sinister

woman to dance on the face of the

earth. Lowly dogs, get on your knees,

bow your heads and worship at the

feet of SANTANICO PANDEMONIUM!

The lights go down low. A light hits the stage. The opening

notes of the Coaster's "Down in Mexico" fills the room.

The crowd hushes up.

And on the stage steps SANTANICO PANDEMONIUM.

This Mexican goddess is beautiful, but not the beauty that

Stendhal described in "As the Promise of Happiness," but the

beauty of the siren who lures men to their doom.

She dances to the raunchy music, not like she owned the stage,

but like she owned the world.

And if the patrons of the Titty Twister are her world, the

world is proud to be her possession.

All activity in the bar, save Santanico, stops. Even the

Fuller/Gecko table falls under her spell. Especially Richard,

Scott and Kate. Seth knows this song and accompanies from

the table with the guitar.

When the music builds to its explosive section.

Santanico LEAPS from the stage, LANDING in the middle of the

room.

She does an eyes-closed voodoo dance in perfect step with

the beat. As the music continues to play, a very f***ed-up

looking Chet P*ssy walks in. He goes over to Razor Charlie

and points at Seth's table, describing what happened.

As the last verse plays, Santanico, like a snake, comes up

from the ground, on top of the Fuller/Gecko table.

Richard, Kate and Scott are enraptured.

Santanico scans the table, zeroing in on our boy Richard.

She STANDS OVER him.

While moving her body to the music, she lifts up the whisky

bottle from the table, and pours the whiskey down her leg.

She lifts up her foot, with the whiskey dripping from her

toes, and sticks it in Richard's face.

SANTANICO:

(to Richard in Spanish)

Drink up.

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