From Dusk till Dawn Page #9

SETH:

No.

(pause)

That woman wouldn't of said sh*t if

she had a mouthful.

RICHARD:

Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong,

wrong, wrong! Once you left, she

became a whole different person.

SETH:

(slowly approaching)

Is it me? Is it my fault?

RICHARD:

It's not your fault, it's her fault!

Seth grabs Richard and THROWS him in the corner of the room,

holding tightly to his wrist.

SETH:

Is this my fault? Do you think this

is what I am?

RICHARD:

What?

SETH:

This is not me! I am a professional

f***ing thief. I steal money. You

try to stop me, god help you. But I

don't kill people I don't have to,

and I don't rape women. What you

doin' ain't how it's done. Do you

understand?

RICHARD:

Seth, if you were me --

SETH:

Just say yes! Nothing else, just say

yes.

RICHARD:

Yes.

SETH:

Yes, Seth, I understand.

RICHARD:

Yes, Seth, I understand.

Seth hugs his little brother. Tight.

SETH:

(whispers in Richie's

ear)

We get into Mexico, it's gonna be

sweet Rosemary, hundred-proof liquor,

and rice and beans. None of this

sh*t's gonna matter.

INT. MOTOR HOME - NIGHT

Scott and Kate are in the front seat of their parked motor

home. The motor home's parked in front of the Dew Drop Inn's

front office. We see Jacob inside getting a room from the

Old-Timer.

KATE:

I can't believe he's stopping here.

This place looks totally cruddy.

Jacob walks out of the office. Kate yells from the motor

home.

KATE:

Dad, why are we stopping here?

He opens the meter home door and climbs in.

JACOB:

There's nothing wrong with this place.

KATE:

It's a flop house.

JACOB:

It's not a flop house. It's basic

and simple. That doesn't make it a

flop house.

KATE:

If it doesn't have a pool, we're

looking for a new place.

Starting the huge car and slowly maneuvering it through the

courtyard.

JACOB:

It has a bed. That's all I care about.

KATE:

Other places have beds, they also

have cable TV, a gym, room service...

EXT. COURTYARD - NIGHT

Seth walks out of room #9 with a beer in his hand. He's

thinking about how he's going to get over the border tonight.

Lost in thought, he steps out in the path of the Fuller's

motor home.

Jacob slams on the brakes. Seth jumps back, startled. Both

Kate and Scott are TOSSED out of their seats onto the floor.

THUD... THUD...

KATE:

Owww, my head.

Jacob (pissed) honks his horn at Seth and yells out the

window.

JACOB:

Watch where you're going!

THROUGH WINDSHIELD

Seth just stands right in their way without moving, gazing

up at the giant motor home.

JACOB BEHIND THE WHEEL

Kate and Scott join him up front looking at this weirdo.

SCOTT:

What's this guy's problem?

JACOB:

I have no idea.

Seth continues standing in their way, making no attempt to

move. Not threatening, just looking at them.

HONK!

JACOB:

Anytime, man.

The horn snaps Seth back to this world. A smile breaks out

on the escaped fugitive's face and he politely steps to one

side to let them pass.

Pass they do!

KATE:

Creepy guy.

SETH:

The Sword of Damocles is lifted from

above Seth's head. He's just solved

a problem that a mere thirty seconds

ago seemed unsolvable. He knows

exactly how he's going to cross the

border. Whistling a happy tune, he

turns and walks back into room #9.

INT. FULLERS' MOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

The Fullers are in room #12. It's identical to the one that

the Gecko boys are in, except that the paintings above the

beds are different. Jacob has fallen asleep in his clothes

on the bed.

Scott sits in a chair, headphones on, playing an unplugged

electric guitar. Kate is nowhere in sight.

KNOCK... KNOCK... KNOCK... on the door. Scott doesn't hear

sh*t but his music. Jacob stirs a bit, but doesn't wake up.

POUND... POUND... POUND... on the door. Jacob SPRINGS UP.

He looks over at Scott, who, lost in guitar heaven, is

oblivious of the knocker, then to the door.

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