Suspect described as white male, approximately 30.
Suspect about 5-11 ", medium build, brown dark pants.
Suspect number two
about 6-1, medium build, round glasses, dark clothes.
Be advised, suspects are armed
And considered extremely dangerous. Use caution.
- Hey, Earl. - Yes, sir.
- What do ya know? - Well...
it's a hot goddam day.
I haven't felt it a bit. Been inside with
the air conditioner blasting all day long.
- Oh, is that right? - That's right.
Did you break for lunch or nothin'?
All by myself today. Ate my lunch out of the microwave.
Jesus H. Christ, Pete.
When you gonna learn that microwave
food will kill you faster than a bullet?
I mean, them damn burritos ain't good for
nothin' but a hippie... when he's high on weed.
- Pull me down a bottle of that Jack, will ya? - Yeah.
I think I'm gonna get tanked tonight.
What's the matter?
Yep.
It's been one long, goddam, hot, miserable, shit-ass, fuckin' day...
every inch of the way.
First off, Nadine over at Blue Chip got sort of sick.
So she got that goddam Mongoloid boy of hers workin' the grill.
I mean, that fuckin' idiot
doesn't know rat shit from Rice Krispies.
They eat breakfast about 9:00.
And I'm pukin' up pigs in a blanket...
like a sick, fuckin' dog by 10:30.
Isn't there a law or something
against retards serving food to the public?
Well... if there ain't, there oughta be.
I mean, who in the hell knows
what's goin' on in the mind of a goddam Mongoloid?
Nadine should've hit that boy in the head
and sold the fuckin' milk.
You could sue the shit out of her, you know that?
That kid belongs under a circus tent, not flippin' burgers.
- You could own that fuckin' place. - Oh, shit, Pete.
What would I do with that grease pit?
Besides, Nadine's got a cross to bear.
I mean, taking care of that... potato head.
I guess you heard about that shit up in Abilene? Bank robbery?
That's all that's been on the box all day.
They killed some people, didn't they?
Yeah. Killed four Rangers,
three cops,
one civilian.
Took a lady bank teller hostage with them.
Supposed to be headed for the border
which would bring 'em right my way.
If I get my hands on them crazy, sick,
fuckin' bastards, it's payback time.
I mean... Well, we'll get 'em.
We'll get 'em.
Oh, I don't doubt it.
Well...
I gotta drain my lizard.
Mind if I use your commode?
- Knock yourself out. - Thank you.
You're welcome.
- You think I'm fuckin' playin' with you, asshole?
Do you want this little girl to die?
Or that little girl? Or yourself?
Or your bosom buddy with the badge?
Now, I don't wanna do it.
But I will turn this place into the fucking Wild Bunch
If I think you are fuckin' with me.
What do you want from me? I did what you said.
You let him use the bathroom.
- No store does that. - He comes in here everyday and we bullshit.
If I told him no, he'd know something was up.
I want him out of here...
In his car and down the road or you can change the name of this place...
to "Benny's World of Blood."
- You giving that pig signals? - Are you kidding? I didn't do anything!
- He says you were scratching. - I wasn't scratchin'!
- Are you callin' him a liar? - I'm not callin' him a liar, okay?
I'm simply sayin' if I was scratchin', I don't remember scratchin'.
If I did scratch, it's not signaling. It's because I'm fuckin' scared shitless!
- Wait a minute. The guy's in the bathroom.
Why don't I just go back there, shoot him in the head
And we can get the hell outta here.
Don't do that. Look.
You asked me to act natural, and I acted natural.
Under the circumstances, I think I oughta get
a fuckin' Academy Award for how natural I did.
You asked me to get rid of him. I'm doin' my best!
Well, your best better get a hell of a lot fuckin' better,
- or you are gonna feel a hell of a lot fuckin' worse.
Everybody, be cool. You... be cool.
Yep. Be back at it tomorrow.
Tonight I'm gonna sit in front of that box
and get higher than a Georgia pine.
- How much you want for that hooch, Pete?
Oh, $6.50.
- Jesus Christ. You buckin' for early retirement? - Shit, yeah.
Hey! Hey!
- What the fuck is that about? - He signaled the Ranger.
I didn't! Ya gotta believe me! I didn't!
When they were talking, he mouthed the words, "Help us."
- You fuckin' liar! I didn't say shit! - Shut the hell up!
Hey! You stop it!
- What the fuck is your problem, goddam it? - Seth, he did it!
You were by the beer cooler with your back turned.
I was by the magazines. I could see his face!
And I saw him mouth the words, "Help us."
Start the car.
- You believe me, don't you? - Yes. Shut up.
- And start the car. - You believe me?
Start the car. You know that. Shut the fuck up and start the car.
- Wait a minute. - I believe you. Start the car!
You're not just saying that? You do believe me?
I believe you! Let's go!
- That means you believe. - Yes, I believe you!
You should, because I'm right.
Richie!
Yeah?
- You okay? - He shot me in the fucking hand!
- I told you he said "Help us." - I never said "Help us"!
Well, that doesn't matter now
because you got about two fuckin' seconds to live!
- Richie? - Yeah?
When I count to three, you shoot the bottles out from behind him.
Oh, yeah!
- One... - Fuck!
Two...
Three!
- What did I tell you? What did I say to you?
I said, "Buy the road map and leave."
What the fuck am I supposed to do, Seth? He recognized us.
He didn't recognize shit.
Seth, I'm telling you, the way he looked at us...
you, especially... I knew he knew.
Low profile!
Do you understand the meaning of the words "low profile"?
"Hey, Richie, how's your hand?"
"It hurts like a fuckin' son of a bitch! Thanks for askin'."
Let me tell you what "low profile" is not. It is not taking girls hostage.
It is not shooting police. It is not setting fire to a building.
Bitch, bitch, bitch.
Oh, screw it! Goddam you! Goddam you!
What the hell do you want?
What do you think I want,
you mean, old bastard? I want a fuckin' room.
Okay, all right.
Do they have cable?
No.
- Do they have the X-rated channel? - No.
- Do they have a water bed? - Nope.
What do they got?
They have four walls and a roof and that's all we need.
All right, pop the trunk. Let's do this fast.
Oh.
Don't say a word.
You, plant yourself in that seat.
What are you gonna do with me?
I said "plant yourself." Plants don't talk.
Now, you wanna get on my good side?
You sit still and you don't make a peep.
All right, how does this feel?
How do you think... It hurts like a son of a bitch.
- It's wrapped too tight. Nice and easy. - Okay.
All right. Okay, I'm gonna go get the money.
It's 6:00. What time's it get dark around here?
About 8:00.
Good. I'm goin' to the border, check things out.
I'm gonna call Carlos. Try and arrange
some sort of a rendezvous. I don't know what.
Could you see if he could arrange a better deal than 30%?
It's a standard deal. They're not gonna change that for us.
- Did you even try and negotiate with them? - Richie,
these guys are not spic firecracker salesmen from Tijuana.
They don't even know the meaning of the word "barter."
You wanna stay in El Rey,
you give them 30% of your loot; it's scripture.
So it is written, so shall it be done.
Yeah, I know, listen.
Hey, you want sanctuary, you gotta pay the price.
The price is 30%.
- All I'm sayin', man... - This conversation's over.
Okay?
We need to have a talk.
- What's your name? - Gloria.
Hello, Gloria. I'm Seth. That's my brother Richie.
Let's cut to the chase.
I'm gonna ask you one question,
and all I want is a yes or no answer.
Do you wanna live through this?
- Yes. - Good.
Rule number one: No noise. No questions.
If you make a noise,
Mr.44 makes a noise.
If you ask a question, Mr.44 answers it.
Now are you absolutely, positively clear about rule number one?
- Yes. - Rule number two:
You do what we say when we say it.
If you don't... see rule number one.
Rule number three:
Don't you ever try and fucking run on us,
'cause I got six little friends
and they can all run faster than you can.
Open your eyes.
Gloria, you hang in there, you follow the rules,
and you don't fuck with us, and you'll get out of this alive.
I give you my word. Okay?
I'll be back in a minute.
You wanna come over on the bed and watch TV with me?
Hail!
Come on.
Come and see.
Take off your shoes.
You got about... two more hours...
until we get into El Paso,
which is right next to the border.
- Then we'll stop at a motel. - Stop?
We're not actually gonna stop at a motel, are we?
Yeah, what for?
We have a motorhome.
We don't wanna stay in those roach-haven motels, do we?
- We're self-contained. - Okay, okay.
Maybe I was... a little overzealous.
But gimme a break. I just bought it.
- How come you wanna stop anyways, Dad? - I'm exhausted.
Exhausted? Just lie in the back,
Dad. I can drive us into Mexico.
I just bet you would. Don't even think about it.
Besides, I wanna have...
just one night's sleep in a honest to goodness bed.
The beds in the home are okay, but...
they're not like a real bed.
Excuse me. I have to use the restroom.
Oh, guess what? When I called the machine
to check the messages,
um, one of them was from Bethel Baptist.
And Mr. Franklin said that...
he wouldn't permanently replace you until we came back.
- And he said that... - That's very nice of Ted.
But I'll call him tomorrow and tell him not to bother waiting.
Daddy, I didn't wanna talk about this...
in front of Scott because he gets upset.
But I just wanna know...
don't you believe in God any more?
Not enough to be a pastor.
Look, I know this is hard on you kids.
After Jenny’s death, this is probably
the last thing you need, but...
my congregation needs spiritual leadership.
Well... my faith is gone.
To answer your question, yes, I do believe in... Jesus.
Yes, I do believe in God.
But do I love Them?
No.
Well, it's just that all our lives, you've been a pastor.
And then...
one day you're just gonna wake up and say, "Fuck Him"?
I didn't say, "Fuck Him."
Every person who... chooses the service of God
as his life's work has something in common.
I don't care if you're a preacher, a priest,
a nun, a rabbi or a Buddhist monk.
Many, many times during your life
you'll look at your reflection in the mirror...
and ask yourself,
"Am I a fool?"
I'm not going through a lapse.
What I've experienced is closer to awakening.
Daddy?
What do you think Mom would say?
Mama's got nothin' to say. She's dead.
This bloody crime spree started just a week ago today.
The oldest of the two brothers, Seth Gecko,
was serving time in Rollings, Kansas State Penitentiary...
for his part in the 1988 Scott City bank robbery...
in which two law enforcement officers lost their lives.
It was while at the courthouse that
this man, his younger brother, Richard Gecko,
a known armed robber and sex offender
pulled off a daring daylight escape,
resulting in the death of
four Wichita law enforcement officers, and this woman,
Heidi Vogel, sixth grade teacher, who was run over by the Geckos...
during a high-speed pursuit through downtown Wichita.
And earlier today,
during a daylight liquorstore robbery in Big Springs,
the Gecko brothers killed another Texas Ranger,
Earl McGraw, and liquor store clerk, Pete Bottoms.
That changes the death toll to 16;
five Texas Rangers, eight police officers, three civilians.
And one hostage, bank teller and mother of four, Gloria Hill.
For the time being, we're very confident that
we'll apprehend these fugitives within 48 hours.
The Bureau, local law enforcement and the Texas Rangers...
have all joined in forming a dragnet
to snare Seth and Richard Gecko.
Is it safe to assume that
because of the death count involved...
and the loss of life of law enforcement officers,
that the Bureau, the Rangers and the police force
are taking this manhunt personally?
I would say that's a very safe assumption.
Shit, I was really worried. Where the fuck you been, man?
Sightseeing.
- What'd you see? - The cops.
- Did you see the border? - Yes, I saw the border.
- What'd the TV say? - They're gonna apprehend us in about 48 hours.
I gotta figure out a way to get us across this goddam border.
The longer we stay here, our lives ain't worth shit. Here you go.
We gotta get our asses into Mexico tonight.
Then Carlos is gonna meet us
at the rendezvous tomorrow morning.
He and his boys, all of them are gonna escort us into El Rey.
And...
- Where's the woman? - What?
What do you mean, what? The woman. The fuckin' hostage.
Richard, where is she?
She's in there.
- What the fuck is she doin' in there? - Seth, wait a minute.
Seth.
Richard, what's wrong with you?
Before you flip out, okay, let me just explain what happened.
Ex... Explain to me.
I need an explanation. What is the matter with you?
There's nothing wrong with me, brother.
That woman tried to escape and I did what I had to.
No, the woman wouldn't have said shit
if she had a mouth full of it.
Wrong, wrong, wrong.
- Yeah. - After you left,
- she became a completely different person. - Yeah.
Is it me? Is it my fault?
- It's not your fault. - Is this my fault?
- No, it's her fault. It's not your fault. - Is this my fault?
Do you think that this is what I am?
- I don't. - This is not me. I am a professional fucking thief.
I don't kill people that I don't have to
and I don't fucking rape women.
What you are doing...
What you are fucking doing...
What you are doing is not how it's done.
Do you understand that? Do you?
Just say, "Fucking yes."
Say, "Yes, Seth, I understand."
Yes, Seth, I understand.
Say it. Say, "Yes, Seth, I fucking understand!"
I understand, Seth. I fucking understand.
We'll get to Mexico, and it's gonna be
sweet rosemary and a hundred proof liquor...
and rice and beans and none of this shit's gonna matter.
I can't believe he's stoppin' here.
This place is totally cruddy.
Dad, why are we stoppin' here?
There's nothin' wrong with this... place.
It's a flophouse.
It's not a flophouse.
It's basic and it's simple.
That doesn't make it a flophouse.
All right. Well, if it doesn't have a pool,
then we're goin' someplace else.
It has a bed.
That's all I care about.
Well, other places have beds, too,
and they also have... a gym...
Geez, what is this guy's problem?
No idea.
Creepy guy.
What?
- Yes, I'm your neighbor from, uh, room 11.
And I hate to disturb you, but I'd like to ask a favor.
I hope none of this is disturbin' you.
Hi. Uh, I'm from room 11.
And me and my lady friend need some ice
and we don't seem to have an ice bucket.
If it's not too much trouble, could I possibly borrow yours?
I'll bring it right back.
Sure.
Thank you.
What is this?
It's called a punch.
Lose the guitar.
What's your name?
- Jacob. - Jacob, get up. Get on the bed.
If you make a wrong move, I will shoot you in the face.
Open your mouth.
Wide!
Let's go. Let's move the Jap over here too. Let's go.
So what's the story with you two? You a couple of fags?
- He's my son. - How's that happen? You don't look Japanese.
Neither does he. He looks Chinese.
Oh, ooh, well excuse me all to hell.
- What's this about, money? - It's about money, all right, but not yours.
My brother and I, we're in a little hot water
and we need your assistance.
Stop!
Wha... What's, um, goin' on?
We're having a bikini contest, and you just won.
It's okay, honey. Everything's gonna be all right.
Just listen to your daddy sugar,
and you don't do anything stupid.
You two, Simon says sit the fuck down.
Sit down.
Now... where are the keys to the motorhome?
- On the dresser. - Good. All right,
Richie, you take these keys,
you start this big bastard up and drive it up front.
Richie, would you do me a favor
and eat my pussy for me? Please?
- Uh... sure. - Richie, hey!
Not when you get around to it. Now.
You, Gidget, go in the bathroom and put on some clothes.
You got three minutes.
One second longer, I shoot your father in the face.
- Do you understand what I just said? - Yes.
- Do you believe me? - Yes.
You damn well better. Go.
Look, if you want the motorhome,
just take it and get out.
It's not gonna be that easy, Pops.
We're gonna go on a little ride.
Not a chance.
- Come again? - If you're takin' people, take me.
But my kids aren't going anywhere with you.
Sorry, Pops. I need everybody.
My children are not goin' with you, and that's that.
That's not fucking that. This is fucking this.
Dad.
You sit down. Sit down.
You, go sit over there.
Go sit over there, now. Move it.
Sit down.
Now, I don't have time to fuck around,
so I'm gonna make this simple.
You take your kids and you get in that motorhome...
or I will execute all three of you right now.
So, what's it gonna be?
Yes or no answer.
Yes.
Hey, your old man's all right.
He just saved your life.
Time's up, princess. Here we go.
Okay, ramblers, let's get rambling.
Excuse me.
What?
- Where are you takin' us? - Mexico.
What's in Mexico?
Mexicans.
- Richie? - Yeah?
Put in your bit.
I grind my teeth.
What are their names?
- Scott and Kate. - Scott and Kate.
Who's this?
- My wife. - Where is the little lady?
- In heaven. - She dead?
Yes, she is.
How'd she die?
Auto wreck.
Come on, Jacob, gimme some more details.
How'd it happen? Some fucking drunk kill her?
No. It was a rainy night.
The brakes on the car weren't great.
She had to stop suddenly.
She slid on the road. She crashed. She died.
- She died right away? - Not quite.
She was trapped in the wreck for about... six hours...
before she passed on.
Yep. Those acts of God really stick it in
and break it off, don't they?
Yes, they do.
Is that real?
- Yes. - I've seen one of these things before.
A friend of mine had himself ordained
a minister of his own religion.
Some way to fuck the I.R.S.
Is that what you're doing, or are you the real McCoy?
The real McCoy.
- You're a preacher? - I was a minister.
"Was" as in not any more?
- Yes. - Why'd you quit?
I think I've gotten about...
as up close and personal with you as I'm gonna get.
Let's just keep this friendly, okay, Pops?
Let's not get too sensitive.
You're right. Enough with the gettin'-to-know-you shit.
All right.
I don't give a rat's ass about you or your fuckin' family.
You can all live forever, or you can die this second.
And I don't give a shit which.
The only things that I care about are me,
that son of a bitch back there in the back and the money.
So you help us get across the border without incident,
you stay with us through the night without trying anything funny,
without trying to escape,
and in the morning I'm gonna let you guys go, all of you.
How do I know you'll keep your word?
You have to convince me you're tellin' the truth.
Look, dick-head, the only thing that
you have to be convinced about...
is the fact that you are stuck in a situation
with a couple of real mean motor scooters.
I don't want to have to worry about you all fuckin' night.
I don't think you wanna be
worrying about my brother's intentions...
towards your daughter all night, either.
- Did you notice the way he was looking at her? - Yes.
- You didn't like it, did you? - No, I didn't.
I didn't think so. You get us into Mexico,
and you don't try to escape, and your daughter will be safe.
And in the morning I will let you go. I give you my word, Jacob.
If he touches her, I'll kill him!
Fair enough. You break your word, I'll kill all of ya.
Did you mean what you said back there in the room?
What?
In the room?
Did you mean what you said back there,
or were just foolin' around?
Because if you really want me to do that for you, I will.
I'd be happy to.
- Do what? - What you said back there in the room?
What did I say?
- You asked me if I would eat... - Richie.
- What? - I told you to watch those kids. Not to talk to them.
You don't have nothin' to say to one another,
so let's just cut the chatter.
We'll talk later. Okay?
All right, everybody, it's show time.
Richie, you take Kate into the bathroom.
Scott, get up here with your dad. Let's go.
Now, what are you gonna say?
I don't have the slightest idea.
Just keep thinking about the gun next to Kate's head.
Get in.
This isn't gonna work, Seth.
Shut up. It's gonna work just fine.
What are you gonna do?
I'm gonna try and get us across the border.
Dad, you have to tell them they're back there.
Have you forgotten about your sister?
I want to go on record right now
as saying that this is a very bad idea.
Duly noted. Now shut up.
Oh, my God. Look over here. Step right over there.
They're gonna kill us, Dad.
They're gonna get us across the border,
take us out in the desert,
then they're gonna fuckin' shoot us.
If they get over the border, they're gonna let us go.
No, they won't. Dad, come on.
I watch those reality shows. They never let anybody go.
Any cop'll tell you, in a situation like this,
you get a chance, you go for it.
It may not seem like it,
but I know exactly what I'm doing. Trust me.
I can't do that, Dad.
- If you don't tell the cops, I will. - Now listen to me!
You ain't gonna do a goddam thing! You hear me?
I'm runnin' the show! I make the decisions!
He is runnin' the show...
- I'm runnin' the show! - Dad!
Shh. I make the plays.
You back the plays I make.
I need your cover.
Cover me.
How many with you?
Just my son and I.
What's your purpose in Mexico?
Vacation. I'm takin' him to see his first bull fight.
They're gonna search the van.
As long as you don't act like a fuckin' nut, we're gonna be fine.
- What the hell's that supposed to mean? - What?
- You just called me a fuckin' nut. - No, I didn't.
Yes, you did. You said, "As long as I don't act like a fucking nut."
- Implying that I've been acting like a fucking nut. - Take a pill.
I just meant be cool.
Yeah, you meant that, but you meant the other too.
This is not the time, Richie.
Hey, fuck those spic pigs, man!
You called me a "fucking nut."
Now, where I come from, that stops the train in its tracks.
Keep your fucking voice down.
What?
- What was that? - Hmm?
Oh! That was just, just my daughter in the bathroom.
I thought you said it was just you and your son?
Um... I meant me and my son and my daughter.
Open up. I'm comin' aboard.
What was the nuttiest thing I did, Seth?
I'm curious. Tell me. What was it?
- This is not the time, Richie. - I know.
Was it possibly when your ass was rotting in jail and I broke it out?
That was nutty, huh? Not to mention stupid.
Thanks.
- I'm in the bathroom. - Open up. It's Border Patrol.
It's open.
Do you mind? Shut the fuckin' door, please!
Excuse me.
Goddam, that was intense!
Oh, baby, we did it. We're in Mexico.
We're fuckin' in Mexico, you little piece of fuckin' shit!
Come on! Kate, get out here.
All right, listen up. Everybody, listen.
Now I know that I put you all through hell,
and I know that I have been one rough pecker.
But from here on out, you guys are all in my cool book.
Scotty, I want you to help me with Richie.
Lay him down on the couch over there. Jacob.
You're gonna keep driving down this street
until you come to another street called Digallo.
When you get to Digallo,
you're gonna turn this big bastard left,
and you're gonna go down a couple of miles
until you see a bar called the Titty Twister.
- From what I understand, you cannot miss it. - Then?
And then you stop because that's where we're goin'.
Don't make a career out of this, okay?
Come on, hey.
Hey, you okay?
Yeah, I think so. What happened?
- I don't know. You just passed out. - I did?
Mm-hmm. You said something about your hand hurtin',
- and then you just hit the ground like a sack of potatoes. - Really?
Head hit the toilet. You scared the shit out of me.
You sure you're okay?
Yeah. I, I think so. I'm just a little fucked up.
Well, let me tell you something that's gonna clear your head right up.
- What? - We are officially Mexicans.
We're in Mexico, buddy.
We are?
Yeah. We're heading down to the rendezvous right now.
We're gonna pound booze, wait for Carlos.
When he gets there, he's gonna take us down to El Rey.
And then you and I, my brother, we're gonna kick fuckin' back.
- How do you like them apples? - Far out.
Where's my glasses?
Oh, uh... Yeah, they, uh... they broke when you fell.
- Fuck, Seth, these are my only pair! - Don't worry about it.
We'll get you another pair.
Of course I'm gonna worry about it. I can't see!
I'll take care of it when we get to El Rey.
Yeah, like some Mexican hole in the wall
is gonna have my prescription.
It's not a big deal until you make it a big deal.
Now, I was in a very good mood.
So stop bringing me down with this bullshit!
I can't wear this shit.
Hey, guys. We're here.
Pussy!
All right, pussy, pussy, pussy!
Come on in, pussy lovers.
Here at the Titty Twister, we're slashin' pussy in half.
Give us an offer on our best selection of pussy.
This is a pussy blowout!
All right, we got white pussy, black pussy,
Spanish pussy, yellow pussy.
We got hot pussy, cold pussy.
We got wet pussy. We got smelly pussy.
We got hairy pussy, bloody pussy. We got snappin' pussy.
We got silk pussy, velvet pussy, "Nalgahyde" pussy.
We even got horse pussy, dog pussy, chicken pussy.
Come on, you want pussy. Come on in, pussy lovers.
If we don't got it, you don't want it. Come on in, pussy lovers.
Okay, troops, it's the homestretch. Here's the deal.
This place closes at dawn.
Carlos is gonna meet us here sometime before dawn.
Now, we are gonna go in there, we're gonna take a seat,
we're gonna have a bunch of drinks.
And we're gonna wait for Carlos.
Let me just say something. I'm very happy about where we're at.
We got a real nice I-don't- fuck-with-you, you-don't-fuck- with-me attitude goin' on.
So if everybody just keeps playin' it cool...
I'm talkin' to you, too, Richie...
then everybody's gonna get what they want.
Okay, hard drinkers, let's drink hard. I'm buyin'. Come on.
Here we go.
Out of the stew pot and into the fire.
Attention, pussy shoppers!
Take advantage of our penny pussy sale.
If you buy one piece of pussy at the regular price,
you will get another piece of pussy
of equal or lesser value for only a penny.
Try and beat pussy for a penny.
If you can find cheaper pussy anywhere... fuck it!
Hey, what do we have approaching here?
A new flavor: Apple pie pussy.
Hey, not so fast, slick.
Step aside, asshole.
Son of a...
Now, is my shit together or is my shit together?
Here we go.
- Hi! How ya doin'? Enjoying it? I hope so!
Now... this is my kind of place.
I could become a regular.
Whisky!
- You can't come in here. - What do you mean?
It's a private bar. You're not welcome.
Are you tellin' me that I'm not good enough to drink here?
This bar is for bikers and truckers only.
You, get out!
ˇAnde, pendejo!
- Take your hand off of me. - I'm gonna count to three...
- No, I'm gonna count to three. - One...
- Two... - Now, wait a minute. There is no reason to get ugly.
There is just a misunderstanding going on here.
You said this bar is for truckers and bikers?
Well, I'm a truck driver.
If you look outside your door in your parking lot,
you'll see a big recreational vehicle.
That's mine. In order to drive that legally,
you need a Class Two driver's license.
This bar is for truck drivers?
I am a truck driver.
These are my friends.
Welcome to the Titty Twister.
- Bottle of whisky and five glasses. - Coming right up.
- You serve food here, Jose? - Best in Mexico.
I kind of doubt that.
We're gonna go over here.
You send a waitress over to take our order. Okay?
Anytime you want a lap dance with that girl
kid, just let me know, all right?
It's on me.
Pass.
Is it against your religion?
No. I do drink. I'm just not drinkin' now.
- Fair enough. More for me. Scott, how 'bout you? - No.
- Kate, how 'bout you? - No, I can't. I'm not 21 yet.
That means yes.
Post time, Kate!
Here we go. You slam it down.
You knock the glass down on the table, all right?
One, two, three!
Atta girl, Kate.
Scotty, are you ready? Here we go. You ready for one?
No, he won't.
Yes, he will, because I'm not drinkin' by myself.
Kate, round two. You ready?
- Here we go. - Yes, I'll have another one. Thank you.
On three. One, two, three.
Why are you so agitated?
I'm still stewin' about that ape layin' his hand on me.
What are you gonna do?
I'm gonna sit here and I'm gonna finish this bottle.
And when I am finished,
I'm gonna take this bottle and I'm gonna bust it...
over his melon fucking head!
Before we stepped in here, you told all of us to be cool.
So, that means you too.
I never said do what I do. I said do what I say.
Are you such a fucking loser...
you can't tell when you've won?
- What'd you call me? - Nothing.
I didn't make a statement. I asked a question.
- Would you like me to ask it again? - Mm-hmm.
Are you such a loser you can't tell when you've won?
The entire state of Texas...
along with the F.B.I. Are lookin' for you.
Did they find you? No, they couldn't.
You've won, Seth.
Enjoy it.
Jacob.
I want you to have a drink with me. I insist.
To your family.
To yours.
And now, for your viewing pleasure,
the Mistress of the Macabre,
the Epitome of Evil, the most sinister woman
to ever dance on the face of this earth.
- Bite this! - Lowly dog!
Bow your head. Kneel and worship...
at the feet of Santanico Pandemonium!
Ooow!
That's what I call a fuckin' show!
Wow!
Come here!
- That guy! It's the puta over there! - Richie, get back on the clock.
- How many? - Three.
Which one?
This piece of shit here, man,
broke my finger and my nose!
And this faggot kicked me in the ribs while I was down!
- Up! - Fuck you, bogeyman!
Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck you!
All right! Everybody be cool,
or you'll be just as dead as these fucks!
How's your hand? Let me see it.
Shit.
You think that was funny?
Sit down!
- Richie, look out! - Motherfuckin' shit! Get the fuck off!
- Hey! Hey! - Get her off me!
- What the fuck are you doing? Shoot her!
I'm comin', buddy!
Richie. Richie. Rich.
Richie.
Fucking bitch!
Richie.
Hey.
What the fuck?
Dinner... Is served.
What the fuck?
Fuck! Get off me...
Come on! Come on, you!
Jacob!
Oh, no! Look out! Look out!
You know what everybody says about me, huh?
I suck!
Eeew.
Let's see if you taste as good as your brother.
Fuck you!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Oh, shit!
Huh?
Gimme that!
Hmph.
I'm not gonna drain you completely.
You'll be my slave.
Because I don't think you're worthy of human blood.
You feed on the blood of stray dogs.
You'll be my foot stool.
And at my command, you'll lick the dog shit from my boot heel.
- Ooh? - Since you'll be my dog,
your new name will be... Spud.
Welcome... to slavery.
No, thanks. I already had a wife.
We might be in trouble.
- Yo, monkey man.
Anything you got to say to them,
say to me first.
This!
That's enough.
Ain't they supposed to burn up or something?
Oh... fuck.
Now let's kill that fuckin' band!
I can do that.
Fuck you, everybody. Good night!
Fuckers.
Hey, buddy.
I'm sorry I fucked things up, Richie.
You would've liked it in El Rey. You would've.
You would've found peace.
I love you, Richie.
I love you too, Seth.
You touch my brother with that stake, biker,
and vampires aren't gonna have to suck your blood;
they'll be able to lick it off the floor.
He's not your brother any more.
That's a matter of opinion, and I don't give a fuck about yours.
Don't be a fool! He'll kill us all.
- Shut up! - Yeah, shut up!
Let's go. Move, move.
Hold him down.
Richie.
Here is the peace in death that I could not give you in life.
Fuck!
Seth... are you okay?
I'm peachy, Kate. The world is my oyster.
Except for the fact that I just...
I just rammed a wooden stake into my brother's chest...
because he turned into a vampire.
Even though I don't believe in vampires.
Aside from that unfortunate business,
everything is hunky-dory.
- I'm really, really sorry. - Bullshit! Bullshit!
If it were up to you, if you had half a chance,
you would feed us to those fucks.
Then why didn't I?
I'm sorry you lost your brother.
I'm sorry he's dead. I'm sorry everybody's dead.
But if we're gonna get out of this,
we need you clean and sober and thinking.
Not drunk.
What is that?
Don't know. First I thought it was just... birds.
It's bats.
Gimme a hand.
No!
Hey!
Whoa.
You're dead! Oh...
Come on!
We'll take care of this mess.
You go stake the rest of those ugly fucks.
Way ahead of you.
- Watch your step. What's your name, girlie? - Kate. What's yours?
- Sex Machine. Pleased to meet you, Kate. - You too.
- Is everybody okay? - Yeah. I'm okay.
Does anybody know what's going on here?
I know what's goin' on.
We've got a bunch of vampires out there...
trying to get in here and suck our fucking blood,
and that's it, plain and simple.
And I don't wanna hear anything
about "I don't believe in vampires."
Because I don't fucking believe in vampires,
but I believe in my own two eyes.
And what I saw is fucking vampires.
Now, do we all agree that what
we are dealing with is vampires?
- Yes. - You, too, preacher?
I don't believe in vampires,
but I believe in what I saw.
Good for you. Now that we agree
we're dealing with vampires, what do we know about vampires?
- Crosses hurt vampires. Do we have a cross? - In the motorhome.
In other words, no.
Wait a second. Just look around.
We got crosses all over the place.
All you gotta do is put two sticks together,
And you got a cross.
Yeah, he's right. Peter Cushing does that all the time.
Okay, I'll buy that.
So, we got crosses covered. What else?
Wooden stakes in the heart have been working pretty good so far.
And garlic, sunlight, holy water. I'm not sure.
- Doesn't silver have something to do with vampires? - That's werewolves.
I know silver bullets are werewolves.
I'm sure silver has something to do with vampires.
Well, does anybody have any silver?
Okay. Then, who cares?
Has anybody here read a real book about vampires,
or are we just rememberin' what some movie said?
- I mean, a real book. - You mean like a Time-Life book?
I take it the answer's no. Okay, then.
What do we know about these vampires?
We know they got superhuman strength,
but we can hurt 'em.
- Yeah. - Another thing, though.
If you're gonna drive a chair leg through a human,
you better be one strong son of a bitch.
I mean, the human body is... one rough, tough machine.
But these vamps... these vamps, they're...
they have soft bodies.
The texture of their skin is soft. And they're mushier.
You can push shit right through them.
Conceivably, if you hit one hard enough,
take their head right off.
Actually, our best weapon against these satanic cocksuckers...
is this man.
He's a preacher. As far as God's concerned,
we might as well all be a piece of shit,
but he's one of the boys.
Only one problem:
His faith isn't what it used to be.
I've had enough of your taunts.
I'm not taunting you, Jacob. We need you.
A faithless preacher...
doesn't mean shit to us.
A servant of God can take a cross and
shove it up these monsters' asses.
A servant of God can bless the
tap water and make it a weapon.
Jacob...
I know why you lost your faith.
How could holiness exist if your wife can
be taken away from you and your children?
Now, I've always said that God can kiss my ass,
but I just changed my lifetime tune about 30 minutes ago.
'Cause I know that whatever is out there trying to get in...
is pure evil straight from hell.
And if there is a hell, and those sons of bitches are from it,
then there has got to be a heaven, Jacob; there's gotta be!
So, which are you?
Are you a faithless preacher,
or are you a mean motherfuckin' servant of God?
I'm a mean...
Servant of God.
I don't know if I can take much more of that noise.
Sure you can.
You can take it because you got no choice.
How'd you like to spend 24 hours of it lying in some muddy ditch,
with nothing but the rotten corpses
of your friends to keep you company?
What are you talkin' about?
I was in 'Nam...
back in '72.
I was trapped behind enemy lines...
with my entire squad dead.
They thought they had killed everyone.
Except for me, they was right.
But it wasn't for their lack of tryin'.
A grenade...
blew up right beside me.
That's why I'm so pretty.
And they start pushin' all them bodies in on top of me.
And all I could do was lay there.
Play possum.
Listen to the enemy joke, laugh, hour...
after hour after hour.
- So I finally... - Kill them.
Kill them. Kill them all.
Sex Machine.
Kill them.
So I finally climbed out of this hole...
and I sneaked up on the enemy while he was sleeping.
And I killed one, two, three, four, five...
I came to my senses,
and I realized... I had killed an entire V.C. Squad.
Single-handed.
There was... blood...
and chunks of... yellow flesh... clinging to my bayonet.
To this day, I don't remember...
Get him off of me! Get off of me!
Please! Get him off!
No!
Dad!
He fuckin' bit me. He fuckin’ bit me!
- What are you gonna do about it? - Come on, Sex Machine.
Oh... shit!
Get up! Get up! Up! Come on!
Go! Fuck!
- Wait. We have to go back for my father. - Your dad's dead, Kate.
The people... who walk...
in the darkness...
have seen the light!
Open the door!
Go! Go!
Oh, Daddy!
Jacob, are you bit?
Yeah.
Motherfuck. Motherfuckin' vampires!
I'm gonna kill every last one of you godless, fuckin' pieces of shit!
You bet you are, and I'm gonna help you do it.
But we ain't got much time.
- You're gonna be okay, aren't you? - No, I'm not.
I've been bit. In fact, I'm already dead.
Now...
I'd say in the next 20 or 30 minutes
our friends outside will bust in this door.
And I'll probably turn into a vampire within the hour.
Now, you have two choices.
You can wait for me to turn, then deal with me.
Or we can kick open that door, and the four of us...
can go at 'em, hit 'em with everything we have.
But if we're gonna go at 'em, we gotta go at 'em now.
What's this stuff?
My guess is this little dive...
has been feeding on bikers and truckers for a long time.
This is probably the shipments they stole off the trucks.
I say, let's tear this place apart for weapons.
So when they burst through,
we'll make 'em wish they never did.
I don't care about livin' or dyin' any more.
I just wanna send as many of these devils...
- back to hell as I can. - Amen.
Loving God, bless this water...
and give us Your protection and strength
in this, our darkest hour. Amen.
Before we go any further,
I need you three to promise me somethin'.
I'll fight with you till the bitter end,
but when I turn into one of them,
I won't be Jacob any more.
I'll be a lapdog of Satan.
I want you three to promise you'll take me down,
no different from the rest.
I promise, Jacob.
Kate? Scott?
I promise.
- Scott? - Yeah, I promise.
Why don't I believe you?
I'm gonna ask you two again.
Then I want you to swear to God...
that you'll kill me!
If you don't, I'm gonna just kill myself right now.
Now, since you need me, I think you better swear!
Kate, do you swear to God that
when I become one of the undead,
you'll kill me?
Kate!
We don't have much time,
so I'm only giving you to the count of five. One, two,
three, four...
Okay, all right! I promise I'll do it!
Good girl. Now, Scott,
we have even less time,
so I'm giving you the count of three.
- One... - You don't believe in suicide.
It's not suicide... if you're already dead. Two...
Okay! Okay.
I'll kill you when you change.
I swear to God in Jesus Christ's name.
Thank you, son.
Okay, vampire killers, let's kill some fuckin' vampires.
Those who walk in the darkness have seen the light.
In the darkness have seen the light.
In the darkness, the light.
Those who walk in the darkness have seen the light.
Kill 'em all!
Come on! Come on!
Dad?
Dad! No, Dad!
Dad! Dad!
I swear to God in Jesus Christ's name.
Oh, my God!
Fight now, cry later!
Get the fuck off! Get off! Get off! Get 'em off!
Kill me, Kate.
Just kill me, Kate.
I can't.
- How many bullets you have? - I don't know. Not many.
When you run out, start cold-cockin' 'em.
Make 'em sing for their supper.
Seth, should I save the last bullets for us?
No. Use it on the next fuck that tries to bite you.
Shoot more holes. Shoot more holes!
- Come here! - They can't go into the light.
Come here. Come here! All right.
Hey, Seth, don't leave me.
Come here. Come here. Come on!
Come on, you!
Come here, you fucks!
Hello? I'm looking for my friend Seth.
Carlos! Kick in the door!
Go!
Son of a bitch.
What the fuck was goin' on in there?
What's the matter with you? Are you crazy?
Why, out of all the godforsaken shitholes in Mexico,
do we have to meet here?
One place is just as good as another.
You ever been here before?
No. Ah, I drove by it a couple times.
It's a rowdy place. It's out in the middle of nowhere.
There'll be no cops. And it's open from dusk till dawn.
Didn't you say you wanted to meet in the morning?
Here we are.
Since you just picked this place out of a hat,
my brother is dead,
that girl's entire fucking family is dead!
What? Were they psychos, or...
They look like psychos?
Is that what they looked like?
They were vampires.
Psychos do not explode when sunlight hits 'em.
I don't give a fuck how crazy they are!
Seth... how can I make it up to you?
You can't make it up to me, Carlos. You can't do it.
Can't make it up!
Fifteen percent instead of 30% for
my stay in El Rey, that's a good start.
Twenty-eight.
My brother's gone. You understand that?
He's gone and he's not comin' back,
and that is your fault.
Twenty.
Twenty-five.
Kate. Go to the R.V., get the suitcase.
You look like hell.
You want a cold beer? I got some in the car.
Come on, they're cold. Huh?
I got Mexican and domestic.
Chíngalo.
So, how do you like the car? It's all right.
I said "like new." This is a '90.
Hey, it is new, cabrón.
Belonged to a drug dealer friend of mine.
Hey, he only drove it like 14 times in five years.
It's like new, I swear to God.
- So, what do I do, follow you? - Yeah, follow me.
All right, let's do it.
I'm sorry.
Yeah, I'm sorry too.
- I'll see ya. - Seth?
You need some company?
Kate, do you know where I'm goin'?
Do you know what El Rey is?
- No. - Hey, Seth.
It's time to go.
Go home, Kate.
I may be a bastard,
but I'm not a fuckin' bastard.