Sundown Page #3

Come on!

Chuy:

Hey, sorry, guys.

You sleep here,

and you rest here for...

No problem, guys, no problem.

This is my cousin.

Look, look! The bed!

Muy comfortable.

Come on, then.

All for only a hundred.

A hundred pesos?

That's cool.

No, no.

A hundred dollars.

- What? For this?

- Yeah, yeah.

You also get this, look?

Chuy wristband, eh?

All you can drink, entrance to clubs...

oh, my god.

The best deal

in Puerto Vallarta.

Chuy never lies.

Never.

The thing is,

we're really low on cash.

I know, guys.

Okay, okay.

Okay, okay, okay.

Okay, guy.

I like you, so...

I give you everything for $50.

- Done.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- Okay, 50, and this.

- And this what?

- Your shirt.

My shirt.

He wants my shirt.

- Give him the shirt.

- He wants my shirt.

It's a shitty shirt anyways.

Give it to him.

Okay. Okay, Chuy.

Great, great, Chuy.

Okay.

Shirt and $50, right?

Yeah, here you go.

Okay, guys!

Enjoy your stay.

Logan:
Okay, so how

exactly do I get Lina

to take me back to her room?

Because she's definitely

not coming back to ours.

It starts with jager bombs,

and then it starts

with bold confidence.

Then you just

straight up tell her,

"let's go back

to your place."

- I just tell her?

- Yeah.

Tell her you're rooming with me

and I've already got plans

to take the room.

- That's good.

- That's great.

- Fantastic.

- All right.

- Whoa.

- This is the place.

Okay.

Yeah, let's do this.

Holy sh*t, it looks packed.

You really think

these are going to work?

We're about to find out.

Come on.

Blake:

Excuse me. Excuse me.

- Boy:
Let me in.

- Boy #2:
Excuse me!

Excuse me.

- Chuy?

- Yeah!

Okay, amigos.

Girl:
You're going

to let them in?

Boy:
Come on, man, let me in.

Chuy's my cousin.

Girl:
I know Chuy, too.

He's my boyfriend!

- Now do you believe me?

- What?

- Fate!

- I can't believe it worked.

Chuy! Yes! Yes!

Blake:

Oh, my god.

Behold...

The power of the p*ssy!

Emcee:

Ladies and gentlemen...

We hit turbulence!

- Whoo!

- Make some noise!

- Let's go find Lina.

- Mexico!

That's Steve Aoki.

That's Steve Aoki!

One, two, three!

Aoki jump!

Whoo!

Viva Vallarta!

- Get a room!

- This is awesome! Amazing!

This is madness.

Oh, sh*t.

- I'm sorry.

- That's okay.

- Let me buy you a new one.

- Open bar. Nice watch.

Dude! I told you.

Chicks dig the watch.

We hit turbulence!

You're a rock star!

See? Fate!

Listen to the man.

You should get

some action, girl.

So many hot guys here.

Blake:

Oh, there goes the table.

- Holy...

- No!

Oh, sh*t, I wasn't filming that.

Go ask her to do it again.

Is she okay? Come on.

Emcee:
Who's ready

for the cake face? You?

You?

I got it. Thanks.

I got it.

Hi. Come on, I got you.

- My head.

- Are you okay?

Let me go.

I gotta pee.

What? Dude.

- Yes!

- Enough with the camera.

Come on. Look away,

she's a lady. Stop...

Blake:
She's not that

much of a lady anymore.

- Please, can you not...

- She'll appreciate...

Logan:
Please.

Can you please not?

- Girl:
You're drunk!

- Logan?

You followed me?

That's so sweet.

- Hi, "Josue."

- Okay, you gotta go.

I'm going night-night.

Bye, bye-bye.

So much for that

dusky Mexican light.

We've got to help her.

Thank you, Mexico!

I love you!

Hasta la vista!

Emcee:

Give it up for Steve Aoki.

Get ready for

the wet t-shirt contest.

Make some noise, people!

- A toast.

- What? No!

No, Lina! Okay.

Just don't do that.

Come with me.

Let's get you to bed.

- Logan?

- Yeah?

- Let me ask you something.

- Okay.

You know when someone

is the one, right?

Mm-hmm.

And you just...

You can't fight it.

You can't fight it because

you have to be with the one.

Yeah, exactly.

Then why didn't Connor

come find me?

Ah, f***! Ow!

Ow, f***. Ow! F***!

Thank you, man.

Thank you. Sorry.

I'm sorry.

Who's Connor?

I told him that I'd be here,

so why didn't he come find me?

Okay.

I'm sure he just got lost.

It's a big city.

Well, you found me.

You vomited in my mouth.

What's wrong with you?

Who does that?

What's the matter, dawg?

I thought you were

into that kinky sh*t.

You vomited into my mouth.

What's wrong with you?

Don't yell at me!

- You're yelling at me.

- Don't vomit in my mouth!

- I hate you. I hate you.

- Oh, god.

- She's fine. I'm...

- Why are you yelling at me?

I'm sorry. Don't cry.

Lina?

Emcee:

I've got one question...

One question only.

Are you ready to party?

This is it.

We have a bunch

of beautiful contestants

right now, ready to go.

Here we go.

Give it up for

contestant number four.

Contestant number four.

Whoa.

Oh, she can dance.

She can dance.

Look at her go.

She's amazing.

Maybe not.

I'm going to need

a cleaning deposit.

She's at the fiesta.

20?

- Oh, come...

- I need more.

Okay. Okay, Chuy.

Drunk p*ssy not p*ssy, man.

And our final contestant

from Puerto Vallarta, Mexico,

- number five!

- Yeah!

Get those jugs some water.

Oh, check it out.

Oh! I think we're going to

have a winner here,

ladies and gentlemen.

I can't hear you.

The winner of

the wet t-shirt contest

at spring break is number five!

Let me hear you make some noise!

You want a breath mint?

Yeah. Thanks.

Your girlfriend all right?

She seemed pretty drunk.

She's not my girlfriend.

I love Paul Oakenfold.

"Maybe love is not for me.

Maybe lovers dream things

that I don't dream."

It's a great song.

"Harder they came,

harder they fall."

- Got that right.

- What's that?

You know what?

It doesn't matter.

Everything matters.

- I'm Logan.

- I'm Gaby

still want to get me a drink?

Yeah.

So, where you from?

- From here.

- Really?

Your English is really good.

My boyfriend taught me.

Oh, cool. Cool.

I'm joking.

I don't have a boyfriend.

It's still early, no?

Nice. This is a great track.

It's really good.

You're really into music.

You a DJ or what?

I am...

Inside my own room.

Outside, not so much.

Well, I know the DJ here.

Go try it.

- No. No, thank you.

- Why not?

I want to hear what you can do.

I do have this one mix.

- Where?

- In a USB in my pocket,

- but it's not finished.

- Let me see it.

No, seriously.

It's not finished.

I have more work to do on it.

Why are you so scared?

Give it to me.

Come on.

Okay, DJ phantom, don't move.

You really don't have to...

Dude, this is Mona.

I'm going to make her a star!

Whoo! Yeah!

- Hi, Mona.

- I go to the bathroom.

- Okay.

- She's gonna go to the ladies' room!

- What is that?

- What did I tell you, buddy?

Paradise!

Where's Lina?

She had to go back to the hotel.

We're going to meet up later.

It's all good.

Tell me about Mona, dude.

Who is that?

She won the wet

t-shirt contest.

- I'm proud of you.

- I've been fingering her

on the dance floor all night.

- Wow.

- Yeah!

It's when you finger a butthole.

- You wanna smell?

- No. What?

You are f***ing gross, dude.

I know.

It's so awesome.

You're not serious

though, right?

No, I'm dead serious.

Now you've got a little

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