El Mariachi Page #4

The Keyboard Mariachi finishes his song, sits back down.

BARTENDER:

(nodding with satisfaction)

There you see? Either I can pay one guy to sound like a full

mariachi band...

Mariachi picks up his guitar and lays some money next to his full

drink. He looks disappointed.

BARTENDER:

... or I could spend the same money only get one little guitar

player... Understand?

MARIACHI:

(walking away)

Thank you, sir.

BARTENDER:

You want to earn a living? Get a real musical instrument.

The Bartender picks up the bottle of soda pop Mariachis left

behind and offers it to the other men on the table. They say no,

pay, and leave. The Bartender offers it to the MEAN DUDES at the

table.

They all shake their heads no.

The Bartender shrugs and dumps it.

EXT. CORONA CLUB - DAY

Mariachi walks out and looks up and down the street. He decides

to walk south.

As he walks down the sidewalk, the camera pans into a CLOSEUP of

another guitar case that is moving towards the Corona Club. The

camera falls back a little revealing the backside of Azul,

dressed also in black. Azul walks into the bar.

INT. CORONA CLUB - DAY

Azul enters the bar, notices to his left the table with the four

mean-looking Dudes, drinking and eating chips and salsa.

The oldest one, with his back to Azul, takes a sip from his mixed

drink, then stands and excuses himself to the restroom.

INT. BATHROOM - OLD MEAN DUDE - DAY

The Old Mean Dude walks into the first stall and sits down.

INT. CORONA CLUB - AZUL - DAY

The three remaining Dudes notice Azul's guitar case. So does the

Bartender. They all look at each other and laugh.

BARTENDER:

(laughing and rolling his eyes)

What the hell is this, mariachi day? There is no work for you

here!

Azul walks the mean Dude's table. Their laughing quiets down a

bit as Azul stands before them. The Bartender stops smiling.

AZUL:

Bartender... one beer.

The Bartender nods and grabs a frosty glass. He begins to fill up

at the tap.

AZUL:

(without looking at him)

In a bottle, wey.

Bartender stops filling the beer, stares at the half-full glass

for a moment, then drinks the beer.

Azul is staring at the three Mean Dudes. They stare back.

The Bartender slaps the unopened bottle down at the counter.

BARTENDER:

Ready.

Azul doesn't pay attention to him.

AZUL:

I'm looking for an old friend of mine. His name is... Moco. Do

you know where I can find him.

MAIN MEAN DUDE:

You can sometimes find him here. He owns this place.

AZUL:

So you know him?

MAIN MEAN DUDE:

We work for him.

AZUL:

That's too bad.

Azul turns to the mean Dude sitting to his left, and places the

guitar in his hands. The Mean Dude is confused.

AZUL:

Hold it please.

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