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Óia só! Eu fui procurar uma imagem pra substituir aquela do post sobre o filme El Mariachi, que parece que os caras do site tiraram e descobri um site com uns scripts de filmes, entre eles o do Mariachi! O site se chama Gods Among Directors e é sobre 5 diretores: Quentin Tarantino, John Woo, Robert Rodriguez, Martin Scorsese e Kevin Smith...bem legal o site, principalmente quando o link em questão funciona e num dá uma tela de "page not found"...pelo menos tem o script do Mariachi e é claro da cena do bar, o auge do filme...e como eu sou muito legal, aqui vai a cena (imaginem uma produção bem tosca, com atores toscos e ainda por cima, mal dublado):

INT. CORONA CLUB ­ DAY
Mariachi enters the club, greeting the PATRONS as ge makes his way to the bar. No one seems to greet him back. He sits on a barstool near some OTHER DRINKERS, laying his guitar case down lovingly beneath his stool. He looks around the place, as if sizing it up.

BARTENDER
What do you want to drink?
MARIACHI
Refresco.
The other drinkers stare at him.

Glancing around the room, Mariachi notices a small, table-shaped object draped with a cloth in one corner of the room.

Sitting directly behind him are four mean-looking dudes. Mariachi is served his drink.

MARIACHI
No hay musica?
BARTENDER
(cleaning a glass)
Why?
MARIACHI
I'm a mariachi. A good one. I play beautiful ballads, old classic ballads, on an old-fashioned guitar.
BARTENDER
So what?
MARIACHI
I could add a little class to this place. I work for fairly cheap, I live mostly off tips. But I need steady work, and I can guarantee bringing in more customers.
BARTENDER
(nodding)
Tell me, why would I need one little guitar player when I've already got a full band?

Mariachi gives him a silent "what" look.

The BARTENDER motions to a YOUNG MAN sitting near the small draped table.

The Young Man removes the drape revealing a keyboard. Puts on his mariachi hat, dips his fingers into his shot glass and rubs his fingers together (as if warming up for the big show). He hits a few switches in EXTREME CLOSEUP as...

... Mariachi adjusts himself to the seat.

The Young Men gently taps one switch and the keyboard sounds like an accordion, pulsing out a beat. He then presses another switch and a horn section swells to a crescendo and waltzes the familiar riffs. He adds the string and horns accents by banging on the keys. He sounds awful.

Mariachi grimaces slightly then turns back to the Bartender who seems to enjoy it.

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.


obs: Na versão que eu vi, quando o cara toca o teclado eu tenho quase certeza que eles mudaram a música e colocaram uma música mexicana qualquer, porque num tinha nada disso que fala no script...

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