From Dusk Till Dawn: The Series (2014–…): Season 1, Episode 7 - Pandemonium - full transcript
Good times are had at the Titty Twister until some foul play reveals the bar to not be what it seems. The Geckos, Fullers and Ranger Gonzalez have more in common than they think, but can they put aside their differences if it means survival?
Let me ask you this...
Is this really where we belong?
It's true.
We put on a good show.
And we have
a hell of a time, too.
But is this really what
we deserve?
To crawl at
the feet of our masters?
We are so much more than slaves.
We're brothers and sisters.
We share the same struggle.
And the truth is...
they are weak.
And we're strong.
Showtime.
She's real.
She's real.
- It's her.
- Who?
You can see her, too?
What?
That's the girl that
led me here.
This is for Earl.
He dies, you die.
Sweet Jesus!
That bitch ain't right.
Do something, you idiot.
Bravo, bravo, bravo.
What the hell kind of
floor show is this?
Richard, get your balls on!
Get under a table!
Dad, they're everywhere!
Professor Tanner?
Step aside, Sheriff.
The name's Sex Machine.
What the hell
are you doing here?
I got you to thank, really.
Your investigation
led me to this place.
Let's go, let's go, let's go!
Let's go, Dad!
Go, go!
Go!
Go, go, go!
What do we do,
what do we do?
Get down, get down!
Dad... shotgun.
Daddy, no!
Is that supposed to work?
Why isn't it working?
Our Lord, who art in heaven,
hallowed be your Name,
your kingdom come,
your will be done, on earth...
- Ain't no use in praying now.
- Give us this day our daily bread...
...but deliver us from evil.
Richie, talk to me.
I got a feeling you know
what these things are.
No, I've seen them in a vision,
but I have no clue what these things are.
Puto!
You miss me, mijo?
Shit!
Vamos a bailar.
You know, if I didn't know any better,
I'd say these things are vampires.
Richie?
Yeah
Yeah, definitely vampires.
Go for the heart.
Bravo, Carlitos.
You think you can fight me?
Your fight's over.
Thank you, good night!
We're Chingon!
- I thought you were ugly before.
- Don't worry, chulo.
Once I'm done with you,
you're gonna look just as pretty as me.
That's your best face yet.
It's all right, Richard.
It's me.
I've been waiting for you.
Stop!
Why did you do that?
Because she's a goddamn monster!
Now you answer me this.
Why has she been waiting
for you?
- Answer the question.
- Get that gun out of my face.
Says the guy
who put a knife to my neck.
You know, all this time, I thought I was
the one that brought us here,
that I did the deal with Carlos.
Turns out, you've been a part of this club
before I even knew it existed.
Are you kidding me right now?
After everything I've done for you?
Sonny doesn't
betray Michael, Seth.
- That was Fredo.
- Then explain the knife.
It's a blade, it cuts things.
I ditched it at a liquor store hundreds
of miles from here
and it still found
its way back to you.
Now it turns out Carlos is the guy
that gave it to you in the first place.
- No, you're twisting things around.
- Well, then set me straight.
Will you two quit it?
We don't have time
for you to play Cain and Abel.
We just got attacked by
the devil's legion.
We need to
find a way out of here.
Stop, stop... It's no use.
Looks like they've got
tempered steel deadbolts
all the way up and down.
There's no way out.
We checked everything backstage.
There's no windows, there's
no corridors.
There's not even
an access to the kitchen.
This place is sealed up
tighter than a drum.
So we're
stuck in here with those...
whatever they are.
Well, why don't you
ask Richie what they are.
- He's seen them before.
- In my mind.
Bullshit...
You played me like an 8-track.
You knew about those things?
I begged you to let us go.
I knew that something was
coming, but I didn't know what it was.
How could I possibly know that everybody
in this bar was gonna turn into a...
They're vampires, aren't they?
No, I don't believe in vampires.
Well, neither do I, Richard.
However, setting aside the sheer
absurdity of this conversation,
they had fangs and they die
when you stab them in the heart.
So I'm gonna go out on a limb here
and say Mexican Dracula.
Except one of them ate my cross.
Is this God's judgment, Daddy?
Don't ask me.
He's the one with
the gift of sight, apparently.
I think they might be Mayan
or Aztec or something.
- Scott.
- Wait a second.
What did you say?
Given that
we're in Mexico and all,
it makes sense that these things
might be Mayan or Aztec.
- Huh?
- I mean,
those guys
always have snakes in their art.
And I read about an ancient
race of bloodsucking reptiles.
They terrorize people,
hunt at the night time,
tear them apart limb from limb,
with fangs and scales and wings.
Just like frog legs.
- What?
- Frog legs.
Oh my God, Scott.
This is from your stupid
wrestling magazine, isn't it?
- Really, kid?
- Actually, the kid's not far off.
Whoa, easy there, Tex.
Put down the gun.
I should say
the same thing to you.
Who is this person?
He calls himself Sex Machine.
Subtle.
- Excuse me?
- He was at the Rattler, too.
He's tried to hit on me.
Is that right?
Now, hold on a second.
The name's Aiden Tanner,
Professor Aiden Tanner.
I'm undercover as Sex Machine.
You?
You're a Professor?
Yeah...
Department of Archeology,
Alamo State.
I was consulting
with one Ranger Gonzalez
about a series of bloody killings along
the US-Mexico border.
And when he left, I realized
he was on the trail of something...
something epic.
So I decided to follow him
and it brought me here.
Yeah, okay, so what do
you mean, the kid's not far off?
- What I mean is...
- These are Mexican Dracula.
Exactly.
Ladies and gentlemen,
We are standing in the domain
of the Waxaklahun Ubah Kan
or Los Culebras,
which, in Spanish, it means...
Serpent.
Yes.
Now, I've been studying
this cult for over ten years.
They worship... the Vision Serpent.
This is their territory.
Their glyphs
are all over these walls.
I mean, I've... I've seen their
writings before,
but never anything like this.
We're standing on sacred ground.
This place is a source of immense
power for these people.
People?
When they want to be.
A lot of what we hear
about vampires
comes from the Spanish missionaries'
misconceptions about these Culebras.
They had most of it right, but these
puppies are more snake than bat.
Check this out.
Venom glands.
And look at this.
See the fangs?
Conical in shape.
And they fold up
against the gums, right?
'Cause they hinge down
like a snake.
- That's insane.
- Yeah...
Well, the codices say that these guys
are descendants from the mistress,
who was a nice
young lady that the snake God
transformed into a bloodsucking
demi-Goddess.
Just think... succubus.
But then, neither she nor
these Culebras are supposed to exist.
Yeah, well, it's been
that kind of day.
Ooh.
We better make sure these
things are dead.
I mean, really, really dead.
Makes sense.
Destroying the blood organ
kills them.
You know what to do.
Where's Richard?
You said you handled El rinche.
I did.
This wasn't
supposed to be like this.
I can fix it.
The counselors
are already downstairs.
They can wait.
So this mistress,
is that Santánico Pandemonium?
I don't know, could be.
I mean, she sure put the hurt
on them bikers,
squashed them
like they were little cockroaches.
Well, Professor, unlike you,
my brother here has had
a little field research on the subject.
So how about it, Richie...
Why don't you tell us all
about your little dancing queen?
I can't reach him.
He's blocking me.
The trust is broken.
Then trust me.
No more mistakes.
Who is she?
You told me she led you here.
She wanted me to set her free.
By killing her, I think.
You killing her
or her killing us?
I don't know.
I could feel her inside my head,
and she was pulling me close.
And, yeah, I think it was
to this place.
What do they want?
Knowing that could help us
figure a way out of here.
Maybe us being
here pissed them off.
Doubt it...
You seen the signs outside?
This entire club is designed
to lure people in.
And keep them here.
What is this place?
Well, from the markings
on these walls...
I'd say this bar
was built on top of a temple
like the Spanish conquistadors
did with Tenochtitlan.
Okay, Indy-with-a-cock-gun...
what kind of temple?
The kind where people come
and make offerings
to the vision serpent.
Blood offerings?
If it's blood that they want...
they're gonna want more soon.
She's right.
The glyphs are
right here on the walls.
Ughl... These ancient pre-Mayan cultures
are amazing engineers!
This isn't
just a bar on a temple.
This place...
is a giant people juicer.
People juicer?
For who?
If this is a
feeding under naturalistic conditions,
then their nutritional autonomy
might be hierarchical.
Okay, okay...
English, Professor, please.
What I mean is,
there's a pecking order.
Gentlemen, thank you for waiting.
To the nine lords of the night
and our
guests, their counselors.
Salud!
One group ravages the herd
and sends
the prime cuts to the next group.
Por favor.
Hookers feed the pimps,
pimps feed the capos,
capos feed
the bosses-I get it.
What I don't get is how do we
shut it down?
I don't know.
Fresh catch.
I do know
who's on the menu, though.
Seriously, dude?
You need a PhD to
figure that out?
You're one rude little bastard.
What did you call him?
All right, just relax...
Everybody take it easy, okay?
Now look, I get that we're all a ragtag
bunch of ramblers here...
But my guess is tonight's
not gonna have a Scooby-Doo ending.
So whatever beefs we got, forget 'em,
or else we're
all gonna get juiced.
Or worse off, end up like the Cisco Kid
did earlier.
Yeah, where is Ranger Gonzalez?
- What happened...
- Forget him.
Let's just worry about
the next wave.
Hope you're hungry.
We need a plan.
That's easy.
Grab as many shotguns, knives,
and wooden stakes as you can.
That way, when those
bloodsuckers come back,
even if we can't kill them, we will make
them wish they were never unborn.
We're gonna
need a better plan than that.
You got one?
It's coming to me.
- I'm not sure...
- Carlos.
Carlitos.
Tell us a story
while we wait for the mistress.
My stories are more of
a bedtime tale
compared to your epic novellas.
I don't know.
I think everyone
will love this one.
I'll help you begin.
Once upon a time,
there was a sad excuse of an errand boy
to serve.
But instead, he led
a pinche rinche to the foot of our table.
- Well, he's gone now.
- Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.
Don't interrupt.
The rinche followed the trail of
los hermanos Gecko,
two Kansas City pistoleros
you hired to rob a bank for you.
30 million American dollars.
Is that worth
the chance of exposing us,
all of us, for your own
profit, hmm?
I never said I wouldn't share.
Everyone here
serves the nine lords, Carlitos.
And you, Santánico,
and your people,
you are the lowest of all.
Slaves of slaves.
You are my bitch.
And do you know what
a bitch does best, hmm?
He licks the heels
of his master.
- Still can't believe it.
- Eh, get over it.
We live in
a world with Culebras.
Plan this job, make a deal with Carlos,
I keep it together,
get us all
the way across the border.
For what?
To get sewed up on a goddamn
silver platter.
- Seth.
- I mean, was that the plan?
Keep the money for yourself,
let us get eaten, hmm?
- I didn't have a plan.
- Apparently.
You were in charge, which you reminded
me of every five seconds.
- 36 jobs.
- 35.
You did the last one without me, big papa,
and it got you tossed in the can.
Yeah, where
I still put this together,
And I dragged you out of your little
Unabomber shack, you remember that?
Or was that part of the act, too?
Okay, what is this act that you
keep talking about?
Greatest
long con in history, I guess.
You pulled it on me.
And I consider myself to be
the Picasso of bullshit artists.
But, you...
You painted
a goddamn Rivera mural.
- You're so up your own ass right now.
- Yeah, well, I was an easy target.
An easy target.
In a million years, I never
could have seen this coming.
- Yeah, why's that?
- Because I'm your brother, Richard.
I'm your brother.
You know, you're right.
- We have a sacred bond.
- Yeah, real sacred.
Not to you.
Wave $20 million in front of your face,
all that goes away, right?
Don't you mean $16 million?
Our take is $20 mil.
Did you think that I wasn't gonna
find out about the missing $4 million?
What are you talking about?
Okay, let's imagine the most
expensive pineapple burger ever made.
'Cause that is what you went to
the Big Kahuna Burger to buy, am I correct?
Book of Revelation
didn't prepare you for this.
But then I guess you probably chalk
this all up to God, huh?
Actually,
I blame the Gecko brothers.
I wouldn't be so quick to judge.
There's an old story
about the hero twins.
Very old story.
Xbalanque and Hunahpu.
They descend into
the underworld...
and they best the dark lords.
It's in the old book,
the sacred book, the Popol Vuh.
I can't say I've read that one.
I wouldn't imagine you had.
I got my lord and you got yours.
But I believe mine can save us.
Trick is to find the light again,
share it with those you love
before it's too late for all of us.
That'll work.
- You all right?
- Yeah.
I'd be better if crazy lizard beasts
weren't trying to kill us.
- I know you're scared.
- I'm not scared.
- I am, too.
- I said I'm not scared.
Be glad I'm doing something.
Between your praying
and his surrendering to a higher power...
He froze.
He froze?
He doesn't have it in him.
He doesn't
have what in him, Scott?
Who'd you really give
the money to, Seth?
I can't hear you, brother.
Okay, look.
Whatever you think that
you know about that $4 million...
Do you think that I don't know that
the money is for Vanessa?
Do you want to talk about
the long con and the master grift?
You have to take
the prize, Seth.
What were you
two lovebirds gonna do?
Go buy that stupid bar
in the Keys
- that she's always squawking about?
- Moron.
Do you honestly think that I would be here
if I was gonna bail on you?
Does that make sense?
It was the opposite.
I paid her to stay away.
She was supposed to cross
with us, you remember that?
Yeah, yeah.
But, no, she didn't... Why?
'Cause I told her
I had to take you to El Rey.
- Okay, yeah, here we go.
- Yeah, I gave it up for you... For you.
You understand me?
I said good-bye to my only chance at any
kind of... any sane, normal existence.
And for what, hmm?
So you could get a seat at the table
with these goons.
'Cause let's face it,
that's all they really are, right?
Just another crew.
Another version of
Bernardo and the Sharks.
The Sharks were Puerto Rican,
you idiot.
Was it that
piece of ass on stage then?
Oh... Yeah, that's it, isn't it?
So that's what she taught you
to do with your little knife.
Back-stab. - I'm getting real
sick of you calling me a traitor.
You know, my entire life, I have
felt like I've owed you something
because you pulled me
out of that fire when we were kids.
I'm getting real sick of
paying vig on that.
So what are
you gonna do about it?
As soon as we're out of here...
you and me, we're done.
Still waiting.
The lap dog must learn
who he really serves, huh?
Sorry I'm late, gentlemen.
Narciso, pero
what's wrong, mi vida?
Looks like somebody
hurt your feelings.
Where have you been?
Qué importa... I'm here now.
And we are gonna have
un parrandon.
One you'll
remember for he rest of your lives.
Underneath all your heavy
French perfume,
some of us
can still smell your fear.
You think I'm scared?
I want to know what you're up to with
los hermanos Gecko y El rinche.
Why don't you explain
how they fit into this special night?
Tranquilo, Narciso... You'll get
your answers
because tonight is special.
Tonight all the little surprises...
are gonna keep on coming.
It's true.
We put on a good show.
And we have a hell of time, too.
But is this really
what we deserve?
To crawl at the feet
of our masters?
We are so much more than slaves.
We're brothers and sisters.
We share the same struggle.
And the truth is...
they are weak.
And we're strong.
Have you lost your mind?
Do you really
put yourself above the nine lords?
Santánico.
I thought you'd tasted enough of their
anger by now to know better.
But no.
Not you.
Tú eres necia.
Why can't you accept your lot?
All you and your people
have to do is feed us.
That's all this
temple was built for.
The lords are weak, Narciso.
They are greedy and vain,
and no matter how much
you look down on us,
we are all still Culebras in this room.
There's a difference between
being a slave in your body
and being a slave in your soul.
We have suffered too long now.
But it ends tonight.
So you have a choice, senores.
You join us...
and live free.
Or...
you die being slaves
to the nine.
So what is it gonna be?
Didn't think so.
Now the real show begins.
Six against two.
I like those odds.
They just got biblically worse.
Wait a second, I know that lugnut
and his biker chick.
They weren't Culebras before.
Neither was that perv.
Yeah, well, they are now.
don't let your anger get the best of you.
There's a fine line between self-defense
and depraved violence.
Dad, I got this!
There are better ways
to channel your grief.
Who says I'm channeling grief?
All right, it's time to
ring the dinner bell.
Culebras, come out to play!
They're still coming!
Keep shooting!
Ugh, I shot my load!
I'm out!
Everybody down.
This better work.
It'll work.
Scott!
Ah, shit.
Scott!
Scott!
Seth.
Plan "B."
Hey!
Now, that's one for the books.
Are you okay?
I don't know.
Dad...
We have to find Scott.
We will, honey.
We will.
You can't leave, Richard...
not yet.
Morning, baby.
Morning.
I had the craziest nightmare.
I dreamt that Earl got shot...
and I went to Mexico
to find these dudes.
- There was these things.
- Oh?
What kind of things?
Never mind.
- It was just a dream.
- Okay... Just a dream.
Today's her big day.
Oh.
Father Quintana is gonna splash
your face with water.
He's gonna
make you street legal.
Oh, by the way, Earl called.
He said he'd
see you at the Place of Dead Roads.
What?
Oh, God.
Oh, God.
I'm sorry.
- I'm so sorry, babe.
- What.
You belong here.
Somewhere inside,
close to the bone, you know it, too.
- You don't know me.
- That's not true.
I know you
better than your brother does.
You tell me, brother.
Does she?
I'm in your soul, Richard.
But I don't
blame you for being suspicious.
I asked you to trust me... I
didn't tell you what was coming.
I wanted to show you
who I was on my own terms.
The world is much more complicated
than you know.
Richie, look at me...
Don't listen to this.
Don't listen to this.
What do you
think you're doing, slave?
Becoming the master.
I taught you how to see, but that was
only the beginning.
- Don't listen to this.
- I don't want to hurt you.
I need you.
And you need me, too.
You have to let these people go.
Richard... Stop!
Something's coming, remember?
Then let them go.
Richie!
Richie!
Is this really where we belong?
It's true.
We put on a good show.
And we have
a hell of a time, too.
But is this really what
we deserve?
To crawl at
the feet of our masters?
We are so much more than slaves.
We're brothers and sisters.
We share the same struggle.
And the truth is...
they are weak.
And we're strong.
Showtime.
She's real.
She's real.
- It's her.
- Who?
You can see her, too?
What?
That's the girl that
led me here.
This is for Earl.
He dies, you die.
Sweet Jesus!
That bitch ain't right.
Do something, you idiot.
Bravo, bravo, bravo.
What the hell kind of
floor show is this?
Richard, get your balls on!
Get under a table!
Dad, they're everywhere!
Professor Tanner?
Step aside, Sheriff.
The name's Sex Machine.
What the hell
are you doing here?
I got you to thank, really.
Your investigation
led me to this place.
Let's go, let's go, let's go!
Let's go, Dad!
Go, go!
Go!
Go, go, go!
What do we do,
what do we do?
Get down, get down!
Dad... shotgun.
Daddy, no!
Is that supposed to work?
Why isn't it working?
Our Lord, who art in heaven,
hallowed be your Name,
your kingdom come,
your will be done, on earth...
- Ain't no use in praying now.
- Give us this day our daily bread...
...but deliver us from evil.
Richie, talk to me.
I got a feeling you know
what these things are.
No, I've seen them in a vision,
but I have no clue what these things are.
Puto!
You miss me, mijo?
Shit!
Vamos a bailar.
You know, if I didn't know any better,
I'd say these things are vampires.
Richie?
Yeah
Yeah, definitely vampires.
Go for the heart.
Bravo, Carlitos.
You think you can fight me?
Your fight's over.
Thank you, good night!
We're Chingon!
- I thought you were ugly before.
- Don't worry, chulo.
Once I'm done with you,
you're gonna look just as pretty as me.
That's your best face yet.
It's all right, Richard.
It's me.
I've been waiting for you.
Stop!
Why did you do that?
Because she's a goddamn monster!
Now you answer me this.
Why has she been waiting
for you?
- Answer the question.
- Get that gun out of my face.
Says the guy
who put a knife to my neck.
You know, all this time, I thought I was
the one that brought us here,
that I did the deal with Carlos.
Turns out, you've been a part of this club
before I even knew it existed.
Are you kidding me right now?
After everything I've done for you?
Sonny doesn't
betray Michael, Seth.
- That was Fredo.
- Then explain the knife.
It's a blade, it cuts things.
I ditched it at a liquor store hundreds
of miles from here
and it still found
its way back to you.
Now it turns out Carlos is the guy
that gave it to you in the first place.
- No, you're twisting things around.
- Well, then set me straight.
Will you two quit it?
We don't have time
for you to play Cain and Abel.
We just got attacked by
the devil's legion.
We need to
find a way out of here.
Stop, stop... It's no use.
Looks like they've got
tempered steel deadbolts
all the way up and down.
There's no way out.
We checked everything backstage.
There's no windows, there's
no corridors.
There's not even
an access to the kitchen.
This place is sealed up
tighter than a drum.
So we're
stuck in here with those...
whatever they are.
Well, why don't you
ask Richie what they are.
- He's seen them before.
- In my mind.
Bullshit...
You played me like an 8-track.
You knew about those things?
I begged you to let us go.
I knew that something was
coming, but I didn't know what it was.
How could I possibly know that everybody
in this bar was gonna turn into a...
They're vampires, aren't they?
No, I don't believe in vampires.
Well, neither do I, Richard.
However, setting aside the sheer
absurdity of this conversation,
they had fangs and they die
when you stab them in the heart.
So I'm gonna go out on a limb here
and say Mexican Dracula.
Except one of them ate my cross.
Is this God's judgment, Daddy?
Don't ask me.
He's the one with
the gift of sight, apparently.
I think they might be Mayan
or Aztec or something.
- Scott.
- Wait a second.
What did you say?
Given that
we're in Mexico and all,
it makes sense that these things
might be Mayan or Aztec.
- Huh?
- I mean,
those guys
always have snakes in their art.
And I read about an ancient
race of bloodsucking reptiles.
They terrorize people,
hunt at the night time,
tear them apart limb from limb,
with fangs and scales and wings.
Just like frog legs.
- What?
- Frog legs.
Oh my God, Scott.
This is from your stupid
wrestling magazine, isn't it?
- Really, kid?
- Actually, the kid's not far off.
Whoa, easy there, Tex.
Put down the gun.
I should say
the same thing to you.
Who is this person?
He calls himself Sex Machine.
Subtle.
- Excuse me?
- He was at the Rattler, too.
He's tried to hit on me.
Is that right?
Now, hold on a second.
The name's Aiden Tanner,
Professor Aiden Tanner.
I'm undercover as Sex Machine.
You?
You're a Professor?
Yeah...
Department of Archeology,
Alamo State.
I was consulting
with one Ranger Gonzalez
about a series of bloody killings along
the US-Mexico border.
And when he left, I realized
he was on the trail of something...
something epic.
So I decided to follow him
and it brought me here.
Yeah, okay, so what do
you mean, the kid's not far off?
- What I mean is...
- These are Mexican Dracula.
Exactly.
Ladies and gentlemen,
We are standing in the domain
of the Waxaklahun Ubah Kan
or Los Culebras,
which, in Spanish, it means...
Serpent.
Yes.
Now, I've been studying
this cult for over ten years.
They worship... the Vision Serpent.
This is their territory.
Their glyphs
are all over these walls.
I mean, I've... I've seen their
writings before,
but never anything like this.
We're standing on sacred ground.
This place is a source of immense
power for these people.
People?
When they want to be.
A lot of what we hear
about vampires
comes from the Spanish missionaries'
misconceptions about these Culebras.
They had most of it right, but these
puppies are more snake than bat.
Check this out.
Venom glands.
And look at this.
See the fangs?
Conical in shape.
And they fold up
against the gums, right?
'Cause they hinge down
like a snake.
- That's insane.
- Yeah...
Well, the codices say that these guys
are descendants from the mistress,
who was a nice
young lady that the snake God
transformed into a bloodsucking
demi-Goddess.
Just think... succubus.
But then, neither she nor
these Culebras are supposed to exist.
Yeah, well, it's been
that kind of day.
Ooh.
We better make sure these
things are dead.
I mean, really, really dead.
Makes sense.
Destroying the blood organ
kills them.
You know what to do.
Where's Richard?
You said you handled El rinche.
I did.
This wasn't
supposed to be like this.
I can fix it.
The counselors
are already downstairs.
They can wait.
So this mistress,
is that Santánico Pandemonium?
I don't know, could be.
I mean, she sure put the hurt
on them bikers,
squashed them
like they were little cockroaches.
Well, Professor, unlike you,
my brother here has had
a little field research on the subject.
So how about it, Richie...
Why don't you tell us all
about your little dancing queen?
I can't reach him.
He's blocking me.
The trust is broken.
Then trust me.
No more mistakes.
Who is she?
You told me she led you here.
She wanted me to set her free.
By killing her, I think.
You killing her
or her killing us?
I don't know.
I could feel her inside my head,
and she was pulling me close.
And, yeah, I think it was
to this place.
What do they want?
Knowing that could help us
figure a way out of here.
Maybe us being
here pissed them off.
Doubt it...
You seen the signs outside?
This entire club is designed
to lure people in.
And keep them here.
What is this place?
Well, from the markings
on these walls...
I'd say this bar
was built on top of a temple
like the Spanish conquistadors
did with Tenochtitlan.
Okay, Indy-with-a-cock-gun...
what kind of temple?
The kind where people come
and make offerings
to the vision serpent.
Blood offerings?
If it's blood that they want...
they're gonna want more soon.
She's right.
The glyphs are
right here on the walls.
Ughl... These ancient pre-Mayan cultures
are amazing engineers!
This isn't
just a bar on a temple.
This place...
is a giant people juicer.
People juicer?
For who?
If this is a
feeding under naturalistic conditions,
then their nutritional autonomy
might be hierarchical.
Okay, okay...
English, Professor, please.
What I mean is,
there's a pecking order.
Gentlemen, thank you for waiting.
To the nine lords of the night
and our
guests, their counselors.
Salud!
One group ravages the herd
and sends
the prime cuts to the next group.
Por favor.
Hookers feed the pimps,
pimps feed the capos,
capos feed
the bosses-I get it.
What I don't get is how do we
shut it down?
I don't know.
Fresh catch.
I do know
who's on the menu, though.
Seriously, dude?
You need a PhD to
figure that out?
You're one rude little bastard.
What did you call him?
All right, just relax...
Everybody take it easy, okay?
Now look, I get that we're all a ragtag
bunch of ramblers here...
But my guess is tonight's
not gonna have a Scooby-Doo ending.
So whatever beefs we got, forget 'em,
or else we're
all gonna get juiced.
Or worse off, end up like the Cisco Kid
did earlier.
Yeah, where is Ranger Gonzalez?
- What happened...
- Forget him.
Let's just worry about
the next wave.
Hope you're hungry.
We need a plan.
That's easy.
Grab as many shotguns, knives,
and wooden stakes as you can.
That way, when those
bloodsuckers come back,
even if we can't kill them, we will make
them wish they were never unborn.
We're gonna
need a better plan than that.
You got one?
It's coming to me.
- I'm not sure...
- Carlos.
Carlitos.
Tell us a story
while we wait for the mistress.
My stories are more of
a bedtime tale
compared to your epic novellas.
I don't know.
I think everyone
will love this one.
I'll help you begin.
Once upon a time,
there was a sad excuse of an errand boy
to serve.
But instead, he led
a pinche rinche to the foot of our table.
- Well, he's gone now.
- Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.
Don't interrupt.
The rinche followed the trail of
los hermanos Gecko,
two Kansas City pistoleros
you hired to rob a bank for you.
30 million American dollars.
Is that worth
the chance of exposing us,
all of us, for your own
profit, hmm?
I never said I wouldn't share.
Everyone here
serves the nine lords, Carlitos.
And you, Santánico,
and your people,
you are the lowest of all.
Slaves of slaves.
You are my bitch.
And do you know what
a bitch does best, hmm?
He licks the heels
of his master.
- Still can't believe it.
- Eh, get over it.
We live in
a world with Culebras.
Plan this job, make a deal with Carlos,
I keep it together,
get us all
the way across the border.
For what?
To get sewed up on a goddamn
silver platter.
- Seth.
- I mean, was that the plan?
Keep the money for yourself,
let us get eaten, hmm?
- I didn't have a plan.
- Apparently.
You were in charge, which you reminded
me of every five seconds.
- 36 jobs.
- 35.
You did the last one without me, big papa,
and it got you tossed in the can.
Yeah, where
I still put this together,
And I dragged you out of your little
Unabomber shack, you remember that?
Or was that part of the act, too?
Okay, what is this act that you
keep talking about?
Greatest
long con in history, I guess.
You pulled it on me.
And I consider myself to be
the Picasso of bullshit artists.
But, you...
You painted
a goddamn Rivera mural.
- You're so up your own ass right now.
- Yeah, well, I was an easy target.
An easy target.
In a million years, I never
could have seen this coming.
- Yeah, why's that?
- Because I'm your brother, Richard.
I'm your brother.
You know, you're right.
- We have a sacred bond.
- Yeah, real sacred.
Not to you.
Wave $20 million in front of your face,
all that goes away, right?
Don't you mean $16 million?
Our take is $20 mil.
Did you think that I wasn't gonna
find out about the missing $4 million?
What are you talking about?
Okay, let's imagine the most
expensive pineapple burger ever made.
'Cause that is what you went to
the Big Kahuna Burger to buy, am I correct?
Book of Revelation
didn't prepare you for this.
But then I guess you probably chalk
this all up to God, huh?
Actually,
I blame the Gecko brothers.
I wouldn't be so quick to judge.
There's an old story
about the hero twins.
Very old story.
Xbalanque and Hunahpu.
They descend into
the underworld...
and they best the dark lords.
It's in the old book,
the sacred book, the Popol Vuh.
I can't say I've read that one.
I wouldn't imagine you had.
I got my lord and you got yours.
But I believe mine can save us.
Trick is to find the light again,
share it with those you love
before it's too late for all of us.
That'll work.
- You all right?
- Yeah.
I'd be better if crazy lizard beasts
weren't trying to kill us.
- I know you're scared.
- I'm not scared.
- I am, too.
- I said I'm not scared.
Be glad I'm doing something.
Between your praying
and his surrendering to a higher power...
He froze.
He froze?
He doesn't have it in him.
He doesn't
have what in him, Scott?
Who'd you really give
the money to, Seth?
I can't hear you, brother.
Okay, look.
Whatever you think that
you know about that $4 million...
Do you think that I don't know that
the money is for Vanessa?
Do you want to talk about
the long con and the master grift?
You have to take
the prize, Seth.
What were you
two lovebirds gonna do?
Go buy that stupid bar
in the Keys
- that she's always squawking about?
- Moron.
Do you honestly think that I would be here
if I was gonna bail on you?
Does that make sense?
It was the opposite.
I paid her to stay away.
She was supposed to cross
with us, you remember that?
Yeah, yeah.
But, no, she didn't... Why?
'Cause I told her
I had to take you to El Rey.
- Okay, yeah, here we go.
- Yeah, I gave it up for you... For you.
You understand me?
I said good-bye to my only chance at any
kind of... any sane, normal existence.
And for what, hmm?
So you could get a seat at the table
with these goons.
'Cause let's face it,
that's all they really are, right?
Just another crew.
Another version of
Bernardo and the Sharks.
The Sharks were Puerto Rican,
you idiot.
Was it that
piece of ass on stage then?
Oh... Yeah, that's it, isn't it?
So that's what she taught you
to do with your little knife.
Back-stab. - I'm getting real
sick of you calling me a traitor.
You know, my entire life, I have
felt like I've owed you something
because you pulled me
out of that fire when we were kids.
I'm getting real sick of
paying vig on that.
So what are
you gonna do about it?
As soon as we're out of here...
you and me, we're done.
Still waiting.
The lap dog must learn
who he really serves, huh?
Sorry I'm late, gentlemen.
Narciso, pero
what's wrong, mi vida?
Looks like somebody
hurt your feelings.
Where have you been?
Qué importa... I'm here now.
And we are gonna have
un parrandon.
One you'll
remember for he rest of your lives.
Underneath all your heavy
French perfume,
some of us
can still smell your fear.
You think I'm scared?
I want to know what you're up to with
los hermanos Gecko y El rinche.
Why don't you explain
how they fit into this special night?
Tranquilo, Narciso... You'll get
your answers
because tonight is special.
Tonight all the little surprises...
are gonna keep on coming.
It's true.
We put on a good show.
And we have a hell of time, too.
But is this really
what we deserve?
To crawl at the feet
of our masters?
We are so much more than slaves.
We're brothers and sisters.
We share the same struggle.
And the truth is...
they are weak.
And we're strong.
Have you lost your mind?
Do you really
put yourself above the nine lords?
Santánico.
I thought you'd tasted enough of their
anger by now to know better.
But no.
Not you.
Tú eres necia.
Why can't you accept your lot?
All you and your people
have to do is feed us.
That's all this
temple was built for.
The lords are weak, Narciso.
They are greedy and vain,
and no matter how much
you look down on us,
we are all still Culebras in this room.
There's a difference between
being a slave in your body
and being a slave in your soul.
We have suffered too long now.
But it ends tonight.
So you have a choice, senores.
You join us...
and live free.
Or...
you die being slaves
to the nine.
So what is it gonna be?
Didn't think so.
Now the real show begins.
Six against two.
I like those odds.
They just got biblically worse.
Wait a second, I know that lugnut
and his biker chick.
They weren't Culebras before.
Neither was that perv.
Yeah, well, they are now.
don't let your anger get the best of you.
There's a fine line between self-defense
and depraved violence.
Dad, I got this!
There are better ways
to channel your grief.
Who says I'm channeling grief?
All right, it's time to
ring the dinner bell.
Culebras, come out to play!
They're still coming!
Keep shooting!
Ugh, I shot my load!
I'm out!
Everybody down.
This better work.
It'll work.
Scott!
Ah, shit.
Scott!
Scott!
Seth.
Plan "B."
Hey!
Now, that's one for the books.
Are you okay?
I don't know.
Dad...
We have to find Scott.
We will, honey.
We will.
You can't leave, Richard...
not yet.
Morning, baby.
Morning.
I had the craziest nightmare.
I dreamt that Earl got shot...
and I went to Mexico
to find these dudes.
- There was these things.
- Oh?
What kind of things?
Never mind.
- It was just a dream.
- Okay... Just a dream.
Today's her big day.
Oh.
Father Quintana is gonna splash
your face with water.
He's gonna
make you street legal.
Oh, by the way, Earl called.
He said he'd
see you at the Place of Dead Roads.
What?
Oh, God.
Oh, God.
I'm sorry.
- I'm so sorry, babe.
- What.
You belong here.
Somewhere inside,
close to the bone, you know it, too.
- You don't know me.
- That's not true.
I know you
better than your brother does.
You tell me, brother.
Does she?
I'm in your soul, Richard.
But I don't
blame you for being suspicious.
I asked you to trust me... I
didn't tell you what was coming.
I wanted to show you
who I was on my own terms.
The world is much more complicated
than you know.
Richie, look at me...
Don't listen to this.
Don't listen to this.
What do you
think you're doing, slave?
Becoming the master.
I taught you how to see, but that was
only the beginning.
- Don't listen to this.
- I don't want to hurt you.
I need you.
And you need me, too.
You have to let these people go.
Richard... Stop!
Something's coming, remember?
Then let them go.
Richie!
Richie!