From Dusk till Dawn

FADE IN:

EXT. LIQUOR STORE - DAY

A convenience store in a Texas Suburb. No other businesses

surround it.

CLOSE-UP:
A light switch is flipped on.

The sign on top of the store lights up. It reads: BENNY'S

WORLD OF LIQUOR.

TITLE CARD:

BIG SPRING, TEXAS

109 MILES WEST OF ABILENE

345 MILES EAST OF THE MEXICAN BORDER

A Texas Ranger patrol car pulls into the parking lot and a

real live Texas Ranger, EARL MCGRAW, steps out. McGraw is in

full ranger uniform -- button shirt, cowboy hat, boots,

mirrored shades, tin star and a colt revolver on his hip.

It's about an hour and a half before sundown and McGraw is

off duty for the day.

The only other car in the parking lot is a 1975 Plymouth

INT. BENNY'S WORLD OF LIQUOR - DAY

A young Hawaiian Shirt wearing man named PETE sits on a stool

behind the counter.

A few CLOSE-UP:
STOMERS fiddle about.

A MAN wearing a black suit, black tie, and wire rim glasses

holds hands with a PRETTY BLONDE GIRL in cutoffs and bare

feet. They look through magazines.

Another black suit wearing MAN holds hands with a RED-HEADED

GIRL in a prep school uniform. They look through the beer

cooler in the back of the store. Both girls are around

seventeen.

MCGRAW enters the store.

MCGRAW:

Hot goddamn day!

PETE:

Haven't felt it a bit. Been inside

with the air conditioner blastin'

all day long.

MCGRAW:

Not even for lunch?

PETE:

I'm by myself today, ate my lunch

outta the microwave.

McGraw walks over to the beer cooler, as if done ritually

every night (it is), takes out a beer, pops it open and joins

Pete by the front counter.

MCGRAW:

Jesus Christ man, that microwave

food will kill ya as quick as a

bullet. Those burritos are only fit

for a hippie high on weed. Pull me

down a bottle of Jack Daniels. I'm

gettin' tanked tonight.

PETE:

Whatsamatter?

MCGRAW:

(sighs)

Awww, it's just been a shitass day.

Every inch of it hot and miserable.

First off, Nadine at the Blue Chip

got some sorta sick, so that Mongoloid

boy of hers was workin' the grill.

That f*ckin' idiot don't know rat

shit from Rice Krispies. I ate

breakfast at nine, was pukin' up

pigs in a blanket like a sick dog by

ten thirty.

PETE:

Isn't there a law or something against

retards serving food to the public?

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