Generation Terrorists

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From Dusk Till Dawn
Quentin Tarantino

I earnestly wish an end would come to this bloody race I am forced to run.

in "La Comtesse Noire"
by Jess Franco

PETE: What do you want from me? I did what you said.

SETH: Letting him use your toilet? No store does that.

PETE: He comes in here every day and we bullshit. He's used my toilet a thousand times. If I told him no, he'd know something was up.

SETH: I want that son-of-a-bitch out outta here, in his car, and down the road or you can change the name of this place to "Benny's World of Blood."

RICHARD: The Ranger's taking a piss. Why don't I just go in there, blow his head offand get outta here.

PETE: Don't do that! Look, you asked me to act natural, and I'm acting as natural -- in fact, under the circumstances, I think I ought get a fuckin' Academy Award for how natural I'm acting. You asked me to get rid of him, I'm doing my best.

SETH: Yeah, well, your best better get a helluva lot fuckin' better, or you're gonna feel a helluva fuckin' lot worse.

SETH: What did I tell you? What did I tell you? Buy the road map and leave.

RICHARD: What am I supposed to do, Seth? He recognized us.

SETH: He didn't recognize shit.

RICHARD: Seth, I'm telling you, the way he looked at us -- you especially -- I knew he knew.

SETH: Low profile. Do you know what the words "low profile" mean?

JACOB: We got about two more hours of day light left. That'll get us into El Paso, which is right next to the border. We'll stop at a motel --

SCOTT: Stop? We're not going to actually stop at a motel, are we?

SCOTT: AND KATE: We've got a Winnebago. We don't need those over priced roach havens. We're self contained.

JACOB: Okay, Okay, maybe I was a little overzealous, but give me a break, I just bought it.

SCOTT: Why, just look at all this. You got your kitchen --

KATE: -- you got your microwave --

SCOTT: -- you got your sink --

KATE: -- you got your shower --

SCOTT: -- see this, television!

KATE: Feel this, real wood paneling. That's real wood, too, not that fake stuff.

JACOB: Unless you two wiseacres wanna be introduced to the joys of hitchhiking, what say we drop this?

SCOTT: The truth hurts.

KATE: It's the bitterest of pills.

JACOB: You two ought to start a stand-up act, because you're just wasting your humor on me.

KATE: Dad, when I called the machine to check our messages there was one from Bethel Baptist. Mr.Franklin said he wouldn't permanently replace you until we came back. He said when we come home, if you still feel the same way --

JACOB: That's very nice of Ted, but I'll call him tomorrow and tell him not to bother waiting.

KATE: I didn't want to talk about this in front of Scott because he gets upset. But you don't believe in God anymore?

JACOB: 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 I can't do it any longer. My congregation needs spiritual leadership. Well, they can't get that from me anymore. My faith is gone. To answer your question, yes, I do believe in Jesus. But do I love them? No. After Jenny died, I just thought, what's the point?

KATE: It's just, all our lives you've been a pastor. For twenty years you've preached trust in the lord. And then one day you wake up and say fuck him?

JACOB: I didn't say fuck him. I'm just not connected anymore.

KATE: That happens, you'll get it back.

JACOB: Kate, give your old man a little credit. Every person who chooses the service of God as their 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? We've all done it. I'm not going through a lapse. What I've experienced is closer to awakening. I'm not trying to shake your faith. I've just decided not to devote my life to God anymore.

KATE: What do you think Mom would say?

JACOB: Mom's got nothing to say, she's dead.

RICHARD: Do they have cable?


RICHARD: Do they have an X-rated channel?


RICHARD: Do they have a waterbed?

SETH: They don't have anything except four walls and a roof, and that's all we need.

SETH: You. Plant yourself in that chair.

HOSTAGE: What are you planning on doing with --

SETH: -- I said plant yourself. Plants don't talk.

SETH: It's about five o'clock. What time does it get dark around here?

HOSTAGE: About seven.

SETH: Good. I'm going towards the border to check things out while it's still daylight. Call Carlos and arrange the rendezvous.

RICHARD: Hey, when you talk to him, see if you can arrange a better deal than thirty percent.

SETH: That's their standard deal, brother. They ain't about to change it for us.

RICHARD: Did you even to try to negotiate?

SETH: These guys ain't spic fire cracker salesman from Tijuana. They don't even know the meaning of the word "barter". You wanna stay in El Ray? You give them thirty percent of your loot. It's scripture. So it is written, so shall it be done. You want sanctuary, you pay the price, and the price is thirty percent.

RICHARD: All I'm saying --

SETH: -- This conversation is over.

SETH: Now, we need to have a talk. What's your name?

HOSTAGE: Gloria.

SETH: Hello, Gloria, I'm Seth and that's my brother Richie. Let's cut to the chase. I'm gonna ask you a question and all I want is a yes or no answer. Do you want to live through this?


SETH: Good. Then let me explain the house rules. Follow the rules, we'll get along like a house on fire. Rule number one No noise, no question. You make a noise... (he holds up his .45) ...Mr. 45 makes a noise. You ask a question, Mr. 45 answers it. Now are you absolutely, positively clear about rule number one?


SETH: Rule number two You do what we say, when we say it. If you don't, see rule number one.

SETH: Rule number three Don't you ever try and fuckin' run on us. 'Cause I got five little friends, and they all run faster 'n you can. Got it?

SETH: Things are real hot here. Crossing's gonna be a bitch. Don't worry, we'll get across. But when we do, where do we go? Can we make it as close to the border as possible? Texas wants our balls. The quicker we're in your protection, the better I'll feel. Okay, where? The Titty Twister? I love it already. Okay, Carlos, I'll see you and your men at the "Titty Twister" tomorrow morning. Bye, my friend.

RICHARD: Seth, before you open the door, let me explain what happened

SETH: Oh, Richard, what's wrong with you?

RICHARD: Now, Seth, before you flip out, let me just explain what happened.

SETH: Yeah, explain it to me. I need an explanation. What's the matter with you?

RICHARD: There's nothing wrong with me, brother. That woman tried to escape and I did what I had to do.

SETH: No. That woman wouldn't of said shit if she had a mouthful.

RICHARD: Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong! Once you left, she became a whole different person.

SETH: Is it me? Is it my fault?

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

SETH: Is this my fault? Do you think this is what I am?


SETH: This is not me! I am a professional fucking 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.


SETH: Yes, Seth, I understand.

RICHARD: Yes, Seth, I understand.

KATE: Richie, will you do me a favor and eat my pussy?


SETH: Richard!

KATE: Excuse me.


KATE: Where are you taking us?

RICHARD: Mexico.

KATE: What's in Mexico?

RICHARD: Mexicans.

SETH: Who's this?

JACOB: My wife.

SETH: Where is the little lady?

JACOB: In heaven.

SETH: She's dead?

JACOB: Yes, she is.

SETH: How'd she die?

JACOB: Auto wreck.

SETH: Come on, gimme some more details. How'd it happen? Some fuckin' drunk kill her?

JACOB: 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.

SETH: Died instantly?

JACOB: Not quite. She was trapped in the wreck for about six hours before she passed on.

SETH: Whewww! Those acts of God really stick it in and break it off, don't they?

JACOB: Yes, they do.

SETH: Is this real?


SETH: I've seen one of these before. A friend of mine had himself declared a minister of his own religion. Away to fuck the IRS. Is that what you're doing, or are you the real McCoy?

JACOB: Real McCoy.

SETH: You're a preacher?

JACOB: I was a minister.

SETH: Was? As in not anymore?


SETH: Why'd ya quit?

JACOB: I think I've gotten about as up close and personal with you as I'm gonna get. Now if you need me like I think you need me, you're not gonna kill me 'cause I won't answer your stupid, prying questions. So, with all due respect, mind your own business.

SETH: I seem to have touched a nerve. Don't be so sensitive, Pops, let's keep this friendly. But you're right, enough with the getting to know you shit. Now, there's two ways we can play this hand. One way is me and you go round an' round all fuckin' night. The other way, is we reach some sort of an understanding. Now, if we go down that first path at the end of the day, I'll win. But we go down the second, we'll both win. Now, I don't give a rat's ass about you or your fuckin' family. Y'all can live forever or die this second and I don't care which. The only things I do care about are me that son-of-a-bitch in the back, and our money. And right now I need to get those three things into Mexico. Now, stop me if I'm wrong, but I take it you don't give a shit about seeing me and my brother receiving justice, or the bank getting its money back. Right now all you care about is the safety of your daughter, your son and possibly yourself. Am I correct?


SETH: I thought so. You help us get across the border without incident, stay with us the rest of the night without trying anything funny, and in the morning we'll let you and your family go. That way everybody gets what they want. You and your kids get out of this alive and we get into Mexico. Everybody's happy.

JACOB: How do I know you'll keep your word?

SETH: Jesus Christ, Pops, don't start with this shit.

JACOB: You want me to sit here and be passive. The only way being passive in this situation makes sense is if I believe you'll let us go. I'm not there yet. You have to convince me you're telling the truth.

SETH: Look, dickhead, the only thing you need to be convinced about is that you're stuck in a situation with a coupla real mean motor scooters. I don't wanna hafta worry about you all fuckin' night. And I don't think you wanna be worrying about my brother's intentions toward your daughter all night. You notice the way he looked at her, didn't ya?


SETH: Didn't like it, did ya?

JACOB: No, I didn't.

SETH: Didn't think so. So, as I was saying, I'm willing to make a deal. You behave, get us into Mexico, and don't try to escape. I'll keep my brother off your daughter and let you all loose in the morning.

JACOB: You won't let him touch her?

SETH: I can handle Richie, don't worry.

SETH: I give you my word. My words, my law. Better you not take it, and that's just where we are, then take it and not mean it.

JACOB: If he touches her, I'll kill him. I don't give a fuck how many guns you have, nothing will stop me from killing him.

SETH: Fair enough. You break your word, I'll kill all of you.

SETH: Kate, honey!

KATE: Yeah.

SETH: You must have a bible in here, don't cha?

KATE: Yeah, we got a bible.

SETH: Get it and bring it up here, will ya, please? Hold it right there, sweetie pie. Put your hand on it.

SETH: Swear to God, on the Bible, you won't try to escape and you'll get us across the border.

JACOB: I swear to God I won't try to escape and I'll do my best to get you into Mexico.

SETH: You best better get it done, Pops. I swear to God I'll let you loose in the morning. And your daughter will be safe. And I also swear if you do anything to fuck me up, I'll slit all your throats.

RICHARD: Did ya mean what you said back there?

KATE: What?

RICHARD: In the room. Were you serious, or were you just foolin' around? I'm just bringing it up, 'cause if you really want me to do that for you, I will.

KATE: Do what?

RICHARD: What you said to me in the room.

KATE: What did I say?

RICHARD: You asked me if I would --

SETH: Richard!


SETH: I told you to watch those kids, I didn't say talk to 'em. You guys ain't got nothin' to say to one another. So cut the chatter.

RICHARD: This isn't gonna work.

SETH: Shut up. It's gonna work just fine,

RICHARD: I just want to go on record as saying this is a bad idea.

SETH: Duly noted. Now, shut up.

RICHARD: They're gonna search the van.

SETH: As long as you don't act like a fuckin' nut, we'll be just fine.

RICHARD: What does that mean?

SETH: What?

RICHARD: You just called me a fuckin' nut.

SETH: No, I didn't.

RICHARD: Yes, you did. You said as long as I don't act like a fuckin' nut, implying that I've been acting like a fuckin' nut.

SETH: Take a pill, kid. I just meant stay cool.

RICHARD: You meant that, but you meant the other, too.

SETH: This ain't the time, Richard.

RICHARD: Fuck those spic pigs! You called me a fuckin' nut, and where I come from, that stops the train on its tracks.

SETH: Keep your voice down.

RICHARD: Or what?

SETH: Come here, Kate! You were magnificent! You told him to shut the fucking door. I'm hiding in the shower, and I'm thinking to myself, "Did I just fuckin' hear what I just fuckin' heard? And what does he do -- he shuts the fucking door! If I was a bit younger, baby, I'd fuckin' marry you! I gotta hand it to ya, Pops, you raised a fuckin' woman.

JACOB: We did our part, we gotcha in Mexico. Now it's time for your part, letting us go.

SETH: Pops, when you're right, you're right, and you are right.

KATE: You're gonna let us go?

SETH: In the morning, darlin', in the morning, we are G-O-N-E and you are F-R-E-E. Now, I know I put you guys through hell, and I know I've been one rough pecker, but from here on end you guys are in my cool book. Scotty, help me pick Richie up, and lay him down. Jacob, keep going on this road till you get to a sign that says, "Digayo." When you get to Digayo, turn this big bastard left, go on down for a few miles, then you see a bar called "The Titty Twister." From what I hear, you can't miss it.

JACOB: Then?

SETH: Then stop, 'cause that's where we're going.

SETH: C'mon, kid, wake up. Don't make a career out of it. You okay?

RICHARD: Yeah, I think so. What happened?

SETH: I don't know, you just passed out.


SETH: Yeah, we were just standing there. You said something about your shoulder hurting, then you just hit the ground like a sack of potatoes.

RICHARD: Really?

SETH: Yeah, when you fell your head smacked the toilet hard. It scared the shit outta me. Sure you're okay?

RICHARD: Yeah, I guess. I'm just a little fucked up.

SETH: Well, let me tell ya something, gonna clear your head right up. We are officially Mexicans.


SETH: We are... "South of the border down Mexico way."

RICHARD: We are?

SETH: Yep. We're heading for the rendezvous right now. We get there, we pound booze till Carlos shows up, he escorts us to El Ray. And then me and you, brother, kick fuckin' back. How ya like them apples?

RICHARD: Far out.

RICHARD: Where are my glasses?

SETH: They broke when you fell.

RICHARD: Oh, fuck, Seth, that's my only pair!

SETH: Don't worry about it, we'll get you some glasses.

RICHARD: What dya mean, don't worry about it. Of course I'm gonna worry about it, I can't fuckin' see.

SETH: When we get to El Ray, I'll take care of it.

RICHARD: Yeah, like a Mexican hole-in-the-wall's gonna have my fuckin' prescription.

SETH: It's not a big deal, unless you make it a big deal. Now, I'm real happy, Richie, stop bringing me down with bullshit.

Biker/Trucker bar, Dusk till Dawn


SETH: Okay, troops, this is the homestretch. Here's the deal; this place closes at dawn. Carlos is gonna meet us here sometime before dawn. Which by my guesstimate is somewhere between three or four hours from now. So we're gonna go in there, take a seat, have a drink -- have a bunch of drinks, and wait for Carlos. That could be an hour, that could be three hours, I don't know which. But when he gets here, me and Richie are going to leave with him. After we split, you guys are officially out of this stewpot. Let me just say I'm real happy about where we're at. We got a real nice, "I don't fuck with you -- you don't fuck with me" attitude going on. Now, if everybody just keeps playin' it cool -- and I'm talking to you, too, Richie -- everybody's gonna get what they want. Comprende, amigos?

JACOB: Out of the stew pot and into the fire.

SETH: Shit, I been to bars make this place look like a fuckin' 4-H club.

RICHARD: I gotta say I'm with Jacob on this. I been to some fucked up places in my time, but that place is fucked up.

CHET PUSSY: All right. Pussy, pussy, pussy! Come on in pussy lovers. All pussy must go. At the Titty Twister we're slashing pussy in half! This is a pussy blow-out! Make us an offer on our vast selection of pussy! We got white pussy, black pussy, Spanish pussy, yellow pussy, hot pussy, cold pussy, wet pussy, tight pussy, big pussy, bloody pussy, fat pussy, hairy pussy, smelly pussy, velvet pussy, silk pussy, Naugahyde pussy, snappin' pussy, horse pussy, dog pussy, mule pussy, fake pussy! If we don't have it, you don't want it!

CHET PUSSY: Take advantage of our penny pussy sale. Buy any piece of pussy at our regular price, you get another piece of pussy, of equal or lesser value, for a penny. Now try and beat pussy for a penny! If you can find cheaper pussy anywhere, FUCK IT!

RICHARD: Where are you?

SETH: I'm here with you.

RICHARD: No, you're not. You're sippin' margaritas in El Ray. But we're not in El Ray. We're here -- getting ready to go in there. You're so pleased with yourself about getting into Mexico, you think the job's down. It ain't. Get back on the clock. That's a fuck-with-you-bar. We hang around there for a coupla hours, in all likelihood, we'll get fucked with. So get your shit together, brother.

SETH: My shit is together.

RICHARD: It don't look together.

SETH: Well, it is. Just because I'm happy doesn't mean I'm on vacation. You're just not used to seein' me happy, 'cause it's been about fifteen fuckin' years since I been happy. But my shit is forever together.

SETH: Now, is my shit together, or is my shit together?

RICHARD: Your shit is forever together!

RAZOR CHARLIE: You can't come in here.

SETH: What dya mean?

RAZOR CHARLIE: This is a private club. You're not welcome.

SETH: Are you tellin' me I'm not good enough to drink here?

RAZOR CHARLIE: This bar is for bikers and truckers only. You, get out!

BIG EMILIO: Walk, Pendaho.

SETH: Take your hand off me.

BIG EMILIO: I'm going to count to three.

SETH: No, I'm going to count to three.


SETH: Two..

JACOB: Now wait a minute, there's no reason to get ugly. There's 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, parked in your parking lot, you'll see a big ass recreational vehicle. That's mine. In order to drive that legally, you need a class two driver's license. That is the same license that the DMV requires truck drivers to carry in order to drive a truck. That is me, and this is my class two license. This is a truck driver's bar, I am a truck driver, and these are my friends.

RAZOR CHARLIE: Welcome to the Titty Twister. What can I get you?

JACOB: Why are you so agitated?

SETH: I'm still stewing about that ape laying hands on me. And that fuckin' bartender sticks a weed up my ass, too.

JACOB: He backed down.

SETH: He's smilin' at us. But behind his smile, he's sayin', "Fuck you Jack." I hear that loud and clear.

JACOB: What are you going to do?

SETH: I'm gonna just sit here and drain this bottle. And when I've drunk the last drop, if I still feel then, the way I feel now, I'm gonna take this bottle and break it over his melon head.

JACOB: Before we stepped in here, you told all of us to be cool. That means you, too.

SETH: I never said do what I do, I said do what I say.

JACOB: Are you so much a fucking loser, you can't tell when you've won?

SETH: What did you call me?

JACOB: Nothing. I didn't make a statement. I asked a question. Would you like me to ask it again? Very well. Are you such a loser you can't tell when you've won? The entire state of Texas, along with the FBI, is looking for you. Did they find you? No. They couldn't. They had every entrance to the border covered. There's no way you could get across. Did you? Yes, you did. You've won, Seth, enjoy it.

RAZOR CHARLIE: And now for your viewing pleasure. The Mistress of the Macabre. The Epitome of Evil. The most sinister woman to dance on the face of the earth. Lowly dogs, get on your knees, bow your heads and worship at the feet of SANTANICO PANDEMONIUM!

SANTANICO: I'm not gonna drain you completely. You're gonna turn for me, You'll be my slave. You'll live for me. You'll eat bugs because I order it. Because I don't think you're worthy of human blood, you'll 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. Since you'll be my dog, your new name will be "Spot". Welcome to slavery.

SETH: Touch my brother with that stake, biker, and vampires won't need to suck your blood, they'll be able to lick it up off the floor.

SEX MACHINE: He ain't your brother no more.

SETH: That's a matter of opinion, and I don't give a fuck about your's.

KATE: Are you okay?

SETH: Peachy! Why shouldn't I be? The world's my oyster, except for the fact that I just rammed a wooden stake in my brother's heart because he turned into a vampire, even though I don't believe in vampires. Aside from that unfortunate business, everything's hunky-dory.

JACOB: What the hell is that?

FROST: At first I just thought it was birds.

SEX MACHINE: No, it's more of a gnawing sound. Birds peck, they don't gnaw. Rats gnaw.

SETH: It's bats.

SEX MACHINE: What's your name, girly? KATE: Kate, what's yours? SEX MACHINE: Sex Machine. Pleased to meet'cha. Kate, let's stake these blood-sucker fuckers.

JACOB: Okay, does anybody here know what's going on?

SETH: Yeah, I know what's going on. We got a bunch of fuckin' vampires outside trying to get inside and suck our fuckin' blood! That's it, plain and simple. And I don't wanna hear any bullshit about "I don't believe in vampires" because I don't fuckin' believe in vampires either. But I do believe in my own two fuckin' eyes, and with my two eyes I saw fuckin' vampires! Now, does everybody agree we're dealin' with vampires.

SETH: You too, preacher?

JACOB: I'm like you. I don't believe in vampires, but I believe in what I saw.

SETH: Good for you. Now, since we all believe we're dealing with vampires, what do we know about vampires? Crosses hurt vampires. Do you have a cross?

JACOB: In the Winnebago.

SETH: In other words, no.

SCOTT: What are you talking about? We got crosses all over the place. All you gotta do is put two sticks together and you got a cross.

SEX MACHINE: He's right. Peter Cushing does that all the time.

SETH: I don't know about that. In order for it to have any power, I think it's gotta be an official crucifix.

JACOB: What's an official cross? Some piece of tin made in Taiwan? What makes that official? If a cross works against vampires, it's not the cross itself, it's what the cross represents. The cross is a symbol of holiness.

SETH: Okay, I'll buy that. So we got crosses covered, moving right along, what else?

FROST: Wooden stakes in the heart been workin' pretty good so far.

SEX MACHINE: Garlic, holy water, sunlight... I forget, does silver do anything to a vampire?

SCOTT: That's werewolves.

SEX MACHINE: I know silver bullets are werewolves. But I'm pretty sure silver has some sort of effect on vampires.

KATE: Does anybody have any silver?

ALL: No.

KATE: Then who cares?

SCOTT: When's sunrise?

JACOB: About two hours from now.

KATE: So all we have to do is get by for a few more hours and then we can walk right out the front door.

SEX MACHINE: Yeah, that's true, but I doubt our barricades, that door, those plastered windows and these walls will last two more hours with those bat fucks fuckin' with 'em.

JACOB: I take it the answer's no. Okay then, what do we know about these vampires?

SETH: Aside from they're thirsty.

FROST: Well, one thing, they might got super human strength, but you can hurt 'em.

JACOB: Yeah, that bottle upside the head of Santanico didn't kill her, but it didn't feel too good either.

SEX MACHINE: Another thing, you try and ram a broken chair leg in a human, you better be one strong son-of-a-bitch. The human body is one rough-tough machine. But these vamps got soft bodies. The texture of their skin is softer, mushier. You can push shit right through 'em. Conceivably, if you hit one hard enough, you could take their fuckin' head off.

SCOTT: You could take their head off.

SETH: Actually, our best weapon against these satanic cocksuckers is this man. He's a preacher.

SETH: As far as God's concerned, we might just as well be a piece of fuckin' shit. But he's one of the boys. Only one problem, his faith ain't what it used to be.

JACOB: I've had enough of your taunts.

SETH: I'm not taunting you. We need you. A faithless preacher doesn't mean shit to us. But a man who's a servant of God can grab a cross, shove it in these monsters' asses. A servant of God can bless the tap water and turn it into a weapon.

SETH: I know why you lost your faith. How could true holiness exist if your wife can be taken away from you and your children? Now, I always said God can kiss my fuckin' ass. Well, I changed my lifetime tune about thirty minutes ago' cause I know, without a doubt, what's out there trying to get in here is pure evil straight from hell. And if there is a hell, and those monsters are from it, there's got to be a heaven. Now which are you, a faithless preacher or a mean, mother fuckin' servant of God?

JACOB: I'm a mean, mother fucking servant of God.

KATE: I don't know if I can take two hours of that noise.

FROST: You can. You'll take it 'cause ya got no choice. How'd ya like twenty four hours of it, lying in a muddy ditch with only the rotting corpses of your friends to keep you company?

JACOB: What are you talking about?

FROST: Back in '72 I was in Nam, trapped behind enemy lines, lying in a rat hole with my entire squad dead. They thought they killed everybody, and except for me, they were right. But it wasn't for lack of trying. A grenade blew up right next to me, that's why I'm so pretty.

JACOB: Children, listen to me. I love you two more than anybody. And I just want you to know you've made me proud all your lives. But never more so than tonight. And I wish we could sit here and cry till I pass on, but we can't. Because I'm not going to pass on. I'm going to turn into a monster. And when I do, I'm going to be dangerous. But before that happens, just know I love you.

JACOB: Now, I'd say in the next twenty or thirty 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, then wait for them to burst inside here and the three of you will deal with them. Or, we can kick open that door and the four of us can hit 'em with everything we have, and carve a path right through 'em to front entrance. But if we're gonna go at 'em, we gotta go at 'em now. I confused them, I scared them, I took them off guard. But they're going to get unconfused, they're going to get unscared, they're going to get together and they're going to hit that door like a ton of bricks. And when that moment arrives, we gotta be ready.

JACOB: Well, I say lets tear this place apart for weapons. So when they burst through that door, we'll make 'em wish they never did.

SETH: I don't give a shit about living or dying anymore. I just want to send as many of these devils back to hell as I can.

JACOB: Amen.

JACOB: Before we go any further, I need you three to promise me something. I'll fight with you to the bitter end, but when I turn into one of them, I won't be Jacob anymore. I'll be a lap dog of Satan. I want you three to promise you'll take me down, no different from the rest.

SETH: I promise.

JACOB: Kate, Scott?

KATE: I promise.

JACOB: Scott?

SCOTT: Yeah, I promise.

JACOB: 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 turn into one of the undead, you'll kill me? Kate, we don't have all day, so I'm only gonna count to five. One... two... three... four...

KATE: Okay, okay, I promise I'll do it!

JACOB: Not good enough, swear to God.

KATE: I swear to God, our father, that when you change into one of the undead, I will kill you.

JACOB: Good girl. Now, Scott, we have even less time, so I'm only giving you the count of three. One...

SCOTT: You don't believe in suicide.

JACOB: It's not suicide if you're already dead. Two...

SCOTT: Okay, I'll kill you when you change, I swear to God in Jesus Christ's name.

JACOB: Thank you, son.

SETH: Okay, vampire killers, let's kill some fuckin' vampires.

KATE: Should I use the last bullets on us?

SETH: You use 'em on the first couple of these parasites that try to bite you.

CARLOS: What the fuck was going on in there? Whatsamatter with you? Are you crazy?

SETH: Why the fuck, outta all the god forsaken shit holes in Mexico, did you have us rendezvous at that place?

CARLOS: I don't know, one place's as good as another.

SETH: Have you ever been there before?

CARLOS: No, but I passed by it a couple of times. It's out in the middle of nowhere. It seems like a rowdy place, so there wouldn't be a lot of police. And it's open from dusk till dawn. You said meet you in the morning.

SETH: Well, because you picked that place out of a hat, my brother's dead now. And this girl's family's dead.

CARLOS: I'm sorry to hear that. What were they, psychos?

SETH: Did they look like psychos? They were fuckin' vampires. Psychos don't explode when sunlight hits 'em, I don't care how crazy they are.

CARLOS: Oh, Seth, how can I ever make it up to you?

SETH: You can't, but fifteen percent instead of thirty for my stay at El Ray is a good start.

CARLOS: Twenty-eight.

SETH: Jesus Christ, Carlos, my brother's dead and he's not coming back, and it's all your fault. Twenty.

SETH: AND CARLOS: Twenty-five.

SETH: I'm sorry.

KATE: Me too.

SETH: See ya.

KATE: Later.

KATE: Seth. You want some company?

SETH: Kate honey, I may be a bastard. But I'm not a fuckin' bastard.

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