Sundown Page #7

- I'm sorry.

F*** you. You need me.

You're such an a**hole.

You're such an a**hole, come on.

All right, bring it in.

Bring it in.

Can you say sorry?

I love you, man.

Sorry.

Thank you.

Man, I love you so much.

I missed you.

This feels good.

Here are your towels.

- That's cool.

- Oh, yeah.

- We're cool. Right?

- We're good.

I just wanted the one, man,

but that's cool.

- Have fun.

- What do you mean?

We're not trying to have

that kind of fun.

The towels aren't...

He thinks we're going to f***.

Aren't we going to have

make-up sex?

The dog!

First the watch.

What about the cash?

You're going home now, boy.

- It was a pleasure.

- Not so fast.

The thing, my friends,

I really f***ing hate to lose.

Yeah, I thought

you'd feel that way.

- Chuy?

- Cousins!

What?

What the f*** is going on here?

What is this?

Sammy!

Sammy, come here!

Go and get him! Go!

F***ing pair of idiots.

Okay, so maybe...

Another time.

Gaby, come with me.

What are you doing?

You owe me, right?

And I will pay you,

but my way, not yours.

Ha! And how are you

f***ing going to do it?

By working double shifts

in that f***ing hotel

for $4.00 an hour

plus tips?

You will never

make enough money.

You will be always in my debt.

Forever.

How much does she owe you?

How much?

She owes me more money

than you can ever dream,

than you can ever imagine,

than you can ever...

$10,892.

Plus interest, my love.

Well, we got $5,000 here,

and it's close to another

thousand right there.

Too bad, my friend.

It's not enough.

You're almost there,

but yet, nothing.

So enjoy your vacation...

Alone.

Yes... alone.

I'll give you the watch.

No, no, no. You can't.

You can't.

Dude, after all

we've been through?

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

What's going on here?

Why are you talking,

the guy with the f***ing tie?

Shut up.

You said it yourself,

the watch is worth a lot more.

- Yes.

- And you're lucky,

because I like your dog,

so I'll cut you a deal.

I'll give you this watch

- to clear Jessica's debt.

- Deal done.

After all,

you've been very lucky

that I didn't kill you.

You know why?

Your daddy will do it for me.

Hasta la vista, my friend.

Tony, let's go.

Crazy, stupid gringo.

- What did you do?

- What I had to.

Chuy?

Thank you, man.

For everything.

Nah, nah.

Nah.

- Thanks, man.

- Thank you.

Thank you, god.

You are one

bad-ass Mexican, Chuy!

And you are some crazy gueritos!

Let's go party,

you crazy Mexicans!

Chuy:
Okay!

Fiesta!

Vamanos, primos!

It's just a watch, right?

- Right?

- Thank you.

Emcee:

Put your hands together!

Make some noise for Adrian Lux!

Oh, sh*t.

Lina.

Um, just give me a second.

Hey! I've been

looking for you.

Yeah, about that, listen.

Everything you said about me,

it's true.

I'm not crazy.

I'm not wild or experienced.

I'm in love.

I see.

But if you're looking

for wild and crazy...

Friends?

Friends.

See you on the dance floor.

Whoo!

- Everything okay?

- Yeah.

Puerto Vallarta,

give it up for Adrian Lux.

He rocked the house tonight.

DJ phantom is in the house,

and he's going to

play his powerful mix

just for you guys.

No, no, I can't.

I can't hear you guys!

Are you ready?

Maybe you,

you Logan, can't,

but... hold on.

DJ phantom can.

Come.

Adrian Lux,

meet Jessica and DJ phantom,

good friends of mine.

- Good luck, man.

- Whoo! Logan!

Thank you. Great mix.

- Here.

- Lina:
Logan!

It's all yours, man.

- Good luck.

- You're a rock star! Whoo!

- Sh*t. Sh*t, come on. No.

- Logan!

- Not now, come on.

Lina:

Show us what you can do!

Relax, you can do this.

Man:
Okay, you've got this.

All right.

Turn that sh*t up!

Work it, Blake!

Work it!

Caliente!

This had been the best trip

of my life.

I can't believe

I'm leaving today.

I have to go.

- Jessica, what?

- I can't do this.

- Jessica, hey, hey, hey.

- It's too painful.

What's wrong?

What happened?

I don't know what that means.

Please don't go.

Jessica.

Jessica, come on!

No! Please!

Jessica!

What does that mean?

It's a very common story

in Vallarta, amigos.

The Mexican girl

who falls in love

with the gringo tourist.

And then hearts are broken.

Ooh! Ouch, that hurt.

Come on, I'll help you.

- Come on, stud.

- I'm gonna lift you.

Ugh. Ooh!

Light as a feather.

Like a...

Thank you.

Bring them up here.

Come on up.

Thank you.

- Hey.

- Hey, Logan. What's with the door?

I don't know.

It was working fine for me.

I'm going to check the garage.

Nice to see you, too, dad.

Hey, so, sorry about

the whole naked cruise.

- How was it?

- It started out strange,

but it turned out to be okay.

- Yay.

- So how about you?

- Did you...

- Did the whole list.

Oh, see, honey,

I knew we could trust you.

Yeah.

What's different?

You look handsome.

Everything okay?

Oh, it's nothing.

Just a little sunburn on my ass.

Kent:
Logan?

Logan!

Yeah!

Yeah, I'm coming!

Oh, sh*t.

Hey, what's up?

Well, Logan, the car looks good.

Clean as a whistle.

Yeah, didn't touch it.

Did a good job

on your to-do list.

Mm-hmm.

Mowed the lawn,

put garbage cans back.

Noticed you're

not wearing my watch.

You didn't scratch it, did you?

No, I didn't scratch it.

Tell me you didn't

scratch my watch.

- I didn't scratch your watch.

- Thank god.

- I lost it.

- You lost it?

You lost the Rolex?

Yes, and I'm going to

do whatever I can

- to make it up to you.

- You didn't lose a Rolex.

You lost your

grandfather's Rolex.

Yeah, I know. I know.

I can't tell you

how bad it makes me feel.

I can tell you how bad

it makes me feel...

Like I can't trust you.

And you're supposed to be

running off to college.

About college...

I'd like to take a year off,

pursue my music.

Go abroad.

See things for myself

like you did.

Me?

Dad, mom told me

you took a year off

before college to travel Europe.

She said she never would

have met you if you hadn't.

And then where would you be?

Where would I be?

Logan, you didn't lose

your grandfather's watch.

- I didn't?

- No.

I lost your grandfather's Rolex.

You lost the replacement.

Wow.

I had no idea.

Feels like sh*t, doesn't it?

Feels like sh*t.

I'm sorry.

And I'm sorry.

Year abroad, huh?

- Yeah.

- What's her name?

Who's name?

The girl you're in love with.

What's her name?

Jessica.

- Is she hot?

- Whew.

Thank you, Mexico.

Thank you, Puerto Vallarta.

Now, coming up is a DJ

that I've been working with.

- Please welcome phantom!

- Thank you, man.

- Nice one, buddy.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome. Good luck.

What are you doing here?

I finally found out

what that means.

Logan:
Let's see

what Blake is up to.

- Aah!

- Oh, my god.

- Oh! What the f***?

- Look at that ass!

This is supposed to be private!

- I don't do this to you.

Yes, you do.

Okay, fine, but I'm

going to get you back.

Don't stop.

You can continue.

- This is bullshit.

- Everything okay?

Oh, Blake was right.

Your privates are the first

thing to get toasted.

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