From Dusk till Dawn Page #3

SETH:

(yelling)

Well that don't matter now, 'cause

you got about two f***in' seconds to

live! Richie!

RICHARD:

(yelling)

Yeah?

SETH:

(yelling)

When I count three, shoot out the

bottles behind him!

RICHARD:

Gotcha!

SETH:

One... Two... Three.

The two brothers start FIRING toward the counter.

They HIT the bottles of alcohol on the shelf behind Pete.

Pete is crouched on the ground as glass, debris and alcohol

RAIN down on him.

Seth grabs a roll of paper towels from off a shelf.

Richard keeps FIRING.

Seth douses the paper towels with lighter fluid, sets it on

fire with his Zippo, then tosses it.

The flaming roll of paper towels FLIES through the air.

The fireball lands behind the counter.

The entire counter area immediately BURSTS INTO FLAMES. Pete

screams from behind the counter.

Seth smiles to himself and stands.

Richard shakes his head in amusement and stands.

Pete runs out from behind the counter, ENGULFED IN FLAMES

still holding his weapon and FIRING.

Seth and Richard hit the ground FIRING their .45's.

Pete, the human torch, FALLS like a tree into the Hostess

Pastry display.

Seth and Richard rise from the rubble.

EXT. BENNY'S WORLD OF LIQUOR - DAY

They exit the store squabbling. The store is bursting into

flames.

SETH:

What did I tell you? What did I tell

you? Buy the road map and leave.

RICHARD:

What am I supposed to do, Seth? He

recognized us.

SETH:

He didn't recognize sh*t.

Both Seth and Richard stand on opposite sides of the car.

RICHARD:

Seth, I'm telling you, the way he

looked at us -- you especially -- I

knew he knew.

They both climb in the car, Seth behind the wheel. Seth starts

it up. The souped up engine ROARS to life. We can hear Seth

mumbling under the motor.

SETH:

Low profile. Do you know what the

words "low profile" mean?

CLOSE-UP:
SETH'S FOOT PUNCHES GAS.

The Plymouth tears out of the parking lot backwards, hits

the street, and speeds off down the road.

We CRANE UP HIGH to see the car leaving a trail of dust behind

it, as the store burns out of control.

OPENING CREDIT SEQUENCE.

Raunchy, honky-tonk MUSIC fills the theater.

CUT TO:

EXT. TEXAS PANHANDLE - DAY

The Plymouth tears ass across Texas plains. As TITLES PLAY

OVER, we see Seth and Richard enjoying their getaway/road

trip. Seth behind the wheel, pops open a bottle of

prescription pills, empties out four of the red capsules in

his hand, pops them in his mouth, and washes it back with a

slug of Jack Daniel's from a pint bottle.

Richard looks at Seth through the hole in his hand. Like a

boxer, Richard wraps his wounded hand with gaffer's tape.

The camera leaves the boys, as they woosh down the street,

and goes along the length of the car to the trunk. It hangs

on the trunk. Then we see through the trunk, like Superman:

AN OLDER WOMAN tied up and helpless in the trunk.

The rest of the titles play over black as the song continues.

CREDIT SEQUENCE ENDS

CUT TO:

EXT. EMMA AND PETE'S GRAVY TRAIN - DAY

Emma and Pete's Gravy Train is a truck stop off of Highway

290.

SUBTITLE APPEARS AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SCREEN':

FORT STOCKTON:

238 MILES FROM THE MEXICAN BORDER

INT. EMMA AND PETE'S GRAVY TRAIN - DAY

Emma and Pete's PATRONS are made up of regulars, truckers,

cowboys and road-weary travelers. The CAMERA DOLLIES through

the maze of tables, patrons, and waitresses.

It stops when it gets to a table occupied by the FULLER

FAMILY. The Fullers definitely fall into the road-weary

category. The members of the unit consist of the father,

JACOB, age 44, an ex-preacher, a good man with rough edges,

and his two children, KATE, age 19, is a young beauty who

possesses what can only be described as an apple pie

sensuality. She is dressed like a nice Christian girl,

complete with crucifix. SCOTT, age 16, is a Jacob's Vietnamese

adopted son. Scott is a likable, long-haired kid who always

wears a T-shirt with the name of the heavy metal garage band

he plays guitar for, "Precinct 13." The three of them are

wolfing down a late lunch.

JACOB:

We got about two more hours of day

light left. That'll get us into El

Paso, which is right next to the

border. We'll stop at a motel --

SCOTT:

Stop? We're not going to actually

stop at a motel, are we?

Scott and Kate speak together, obviously repeating something

that Jacob has said about three hundred times.

SCOTT AND KATE:

We've got a Winnebago. We don't need

those over priced roach havens. We're

self contained.

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