Sundown Page #6

- You have to quit.

- I will. I will.

I took a second job

at the hotel,

and I'm going to

go back to school

and make my grandpa proud of me.

But first I have

to pay Dorian back

or then he'll own me forever.

At the club,

why'd you choose me?

They teach you to look

for certain things.

Logan:

Like a super expensive watch.

Gaby:
S.

Logan, my real name is Jessica.

Nice to meet you, Jessica.

You, too.

It was always

a special place for me.

I never brought anyone here.

Come on! Hurry up!

I'm coming!

Blake:

Details. Details!

I want to know everything, okay?

Okay. You're out

of your f***ing mind.

Come on!

Why aren't you

answering me, Logan?

We're going to get

the watch, all right?

- - Hey, look, look, look!

- Whoo!

- Blake:
Look, look, look!

Look at all those girls!

- Yeah, I told you!

- Whoo!

Yeah!

I thought this was

a business meeting.

Chuy:
This is how

we do business here.

Is that where we're going?

- Chuy!

- Come on!

- You're a f***ing madman.

- Let's go.

Thanks, guys.

It's p*ssy paradise!

Hey, guys.

You look thirsty.

- Wow.

- Okay.

Can you tell us where Dorian is?

- He's up there.

- Great, thanks.

- Catch you later.

- Dude, come on.

What?

Dude, she's so into me.

- You didn't see that?

- Yeah.

- She was flush in the face.

- Sure, dude.

She was getting sweaty and sh*t.

Oh! No, that's...

That's Chris lake.

- Logan:
Dude!

- That's Chris lake!

- What? Yeah!

- Hey!

Hey, hey.

What are you doing with my dog?

He likes me.

Can we do this?

Let's go.

Hurry.

Dude, what the...

Oh, my head.

Oh, I need a hospital.

Why are we naked?

Dude, there's makeup

all over your body.

There's makeup

all over your body.

What the f*** happened?

Where's your watch?

Logan:

Here it is. $5,000.

Dorian:

This calls for a drink!

Let's toast.

For a new beginning.

Blake:
What the f***?

Oh, f***. F***.

Where are our clothes?

I'm going to throw up.

I'm going to throw up.

Blake:

Hey!

- Oh, sh*t.

- I think you need to close the door.

- Where is it?

- I got it. I got it.

Oh, f***. Hello?

- Dorian:
Panic!

- You f***ing a**hole.

What happened to new beginnings

- and all that bullshit?

- This is, my friend,

the new beginning for you

of a very long

jail sentence for you.

And take good care

of the car, huh?

It belongs to the mayor

of Puerto Vallarta.

- The mayor's car?

- The major's car?

- This is bad.

- This is the mayor's car?

Very bad!

This is the car!

Dorian:

Here comes the best part.

The car has just

been reported as stolen!

Stolen? Sh*t.

We're in a stolen car.

Keys.

We gotta find the keys.

F*** the keys!

Move over, guerito!

- Move over!

- Que pasa!

Our d*cks are touching!

Our d*cks are touching!

Get out of here!

Chuy, drive.

Chuy, drive. Chuy, drive.

We're going to jail!

We're going to jail!

Drive!

Holy sh*t!

Motorcycles in action

are huge in

international markets!

How about getting ass-raped

in Mexican prison?

Oh, sh*t!

- Oh, sh*t.

- Sh*t!

Logan:
F***.

- Holy sh*t!

- Hold on!

- Blake:
Oh, my god!

- We lost one. We lost one.

We have a motorcycle on our ass.

Chuy, not now!

Drive, drive, drive, drive!

Drive! Go! Sh*t!

- Aah!

- Logan:
Watch it!

Lose them, Chuy!

I don't want to go to jail!

This is not a street!

Wrong way!

Wrong way, Chuy!

Blake:

Whoo! This is awesome!

Logan:

Oh, sh*t!

There's no way out!

Watch it, watch it!

Oh, sh*t!

No, we can't drive there.

There's people, Chuy.

- I think that's it!

- Cover your faces!

Cover your faces! Cover!

Logan, I love you,

if we don't survive this!

- That was amazing!

- Logan:
Oh, my god!

Blake:

Chuy, you're the master!

Logan:

They're behind us.

What?

You're freaking me out, man!

- What are you doing?

- Confessing my sins in case we die.

- Confess?

- Die?

Aah!

Okay. Uh, I think

I slept with a she-male.

She had a penis!

A really big penis.

Bigger than mine.

I didn't even sleep with Gaby.

She roofied me.

I'm still a virgin!

- What?

- Don't kill me!

A virgin?

I slept with a dude!

Puto madre.

Chuy, there's a gate!

Oh, sh*t!

Chuy, he's right behind us.

Motherf***er!

Blake:

Watch out! Watch out!

All:
Yeah!

- Logan:
I think we lost them!

- Blake:
No cops!

Stop!

Stop, stop, stop, stop!

Logan:

We're going to jail.

- Oh, my god.

- We're going to jail.

Never.

Logan:

Sh*t, Chuy!

No, Chuy!

Where are we going?

Wait, wait, wait.

Wait, wait, wait.

Okay.

Whoo! F*** you!

Epic, bro! Whoo!

Yeah, epic,

except we have no clothes,

no money, and no f***ing watch.

Dude, at least

we're not in jail.

And let's keep it that way.

- Yeah!

- Let's go!

Look, when we get back,

we'll find out

where Dorian lives,

and then wait until he's asleep

and we'll steal the watch back.

I'm being serious, dude.

Why not?

Stop. Stop helping.

You know, none of this

would have even happened

if you'd just manned up

with Lina in the first place.

What?

None of this would have

happened if I manned up?

How about none of this

would have happened

if you weren't

such a selfish douchebag?

Selfish?

Dude, I did all of this

just so you could get with Lina.

No, you did all of this

for your f***ing website, man.

You've been shooting

the whole f***ing time.

This trip?

Material for your website.

My dad's f***ing Porsche?

Material for your

f***ing website, dude!

You don't give a sh*t about me.

How can you say that?

Because you

f***ing used me, man.

F*** you.

F*** me, man?

I just want to get the watch,

get home, and we're done.

Then we're done.

Chuy:

Hey! Boys!

What's up?

Come on, let's go.

Come on.

Here. Here.

Come on, man.

F*** it.

Vamanos! Vamanos!

We're supposed to be

on vacation, Logan!

Nice ass, Logan!

It's chalky white!

I'm going to enjoy the view.

Get a nice tan on my dick.

What happened?

Long story.

Blake:
Hmph.

Come on, I'll tell you inside.

Keep it flowing.

Let's face it.

- He f***ing outplayed us.

- No, he didn't.

You tried to play fair,

but Dorian does not play fair.

We have to stop f***ing around

and take this to the next level.

- S.

How do we do that?

Come on, Sammy.

Come on!

Come on, Sammy.

Careful, Sammy.

Very good.

Very good, Sammy.

Good dog.

Good! Obedient.

Good, Sammy.

Good dog.

What? Sammy!

Sammy, where are you?

Have you seen my dog?

A little dog?

Boston terrier?

A small dog, very ugly?

Logan:

It's okay, boy.

Blake:
The power of the p*ssy.

It never fails.

Yeah, never.

Gotta get the Chiquita

back to my cousin.

See you there.

At the club, yeah?

Come on. See you!

- See you!

- Later, d*ckhead!

- We have the package.

- Okay.

Sammy!

Gaby, what do you want now?

I'm busy.

What's the matter?

Lose something?

You f***ing b*tch.

You're going to pay for this.

If you want to see Sammy,

you bring the watch

and the cash to sky club.

- Tonight.

- F***ing b*tch.

- Hey.

- Hey.

D*ckhead.

Douchebag.

Are we cool?

Because I need you.

On three.

- One.

- Both:
Two.

- Both:
Three.

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