El Mariachi Page #5

Azul opens the case and pulls out the MAC-10. The other two Mean

Dudes are already reaching for their pistols.

The Bartender ducks beneath the counter.

Azul fires a million bullets into two of the Mean Dudes, (the

other is holding the case in shock). Their chests explode,

causing neat little dollops of flesh and blood fly everywhere.

The Mean Dude holding the guitar case is frozen with fear. He

manages to look up at Azul, who is watching the Mean Dudes die a

slow, bloody death. The barrel of the MAC-10 is smoking. Azul

turns slowly to the Mean Dude holding the case. Azul aims his

MAC-10 in the Dude's face. Still frozen holding the case, he

spends his last moments looking down the gun's barrel.

INT. BATHROOM - DAY

The shots caused Old Mean Dude to peer out from his stall as the

toilet paper fell to the ground and started to roll across the

floor. He now watches it roll as more shots ring out. He pulls up

his pants and and walks toward the door slowly. He is sweating

profusely. He slowly picks up the toilet paper, plotting his next

move. It grows silent... He takes a deep breath and rushes out

the door.

INT. CORONA CLUB MAIN ROOM - DAY

The Old Dude bursts into the room with a roll of toilet paper in

his hand, and a sheet of sweat sliding down his face.

The Bartender rises up from behind the counter.

The camera dollies slowly by the dead Dudes. Their blood-bathed

faces twisted into odd shapes and expressions. The camera

continues to dolly to the one dead Dude still holding the guitar

case. His face is a bloody pulp. The camera stops dollying to the

old Dude's mixed drink. A hand is stirring it with a straw. The

camera pans up the arm to reveal Azul, standing expressionless

with his gun sling over his shoulder.

Shot at 16fps the Old Dude quickly drops the toilet paper and

runs back inside the bathroom.

Azul turns to his guitar case and carefully chooses another

weapon. He grabs the drink and tosses a napkin over his arm like

a waiter, then casually follows the Old Dude into the bathroom.

The Bartenders glance at each other. One pours a shot glass full

of tequila and raises it to his lips to drink it. Shots ring out

and the Bartender spills the drink over himself.

Without warning Azul bursts from the bathroom and walks calmly to

his case. He replaces the weapon, picks up the case and leaves.

A few seconds pass before the bartender grabs the phone and

furiously dials.

BARTENDER:

(into phone)

Get me Moco!!!

The door bursts open as Azul reenters, storming to the bar.

The Bartender is so petrified he doesn't think to drop the phone.

Azul walks right up to the Bartender.

The Bartender shuts his eyes. The sound of the beer bottle

popping open canbe heard, along with the sound of thirsty

guzzling. The Bartender opens his eyes to Azul.

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