Crazy\Beautiful Page #3

MADDY:
Yeah, daddy.

WOMAN:
Damn, girl.

You guys are crazy.

Oh, man.

WOMAN:
Whoo!

How did I|get involved in this?

Oh, yeah!

Gracias.

CARLOS:
|All right. Excuse me.

May I help you?

- Tacos.|- You want a taco?

Burritos. Tacos. Tacos.

All right,|we'll take six tacos.

- No. Spanish.|- She speaks English.

NICOLE:
Espanol, por favor.

[ Speaking Spanish ]

You like that?

[ Imitating Carlos ]

MADDY:
Spanish is hot.

Ohh.

WOMAN:
And to drink?

NICOLE:
Mmm.

This is, like,|the best food I've ever had.

MADDY:
I know. Thank you.

OK, where do I go pee at?|Whoa.

Hey, you know what?|You're sh*t out of luck.

Shut up.

There ain't no bathrooms|around here.

Fine. I'll just|pop a squat somewhere.

CARLOS:
There's|no bathrooms around here.

MADDY:
Please come with me.|Come with me.

CARLOS:
Are you serious?

MADDY:
Yes.|I have to go so bad.

You're going to pop a squat?

- Where?|- Anywhere.

All right,|just go down there.

MADDY:
No way.|This is, like, Rapes Are Us.

CARLOS:
No, it's not.|Just go down there.

- You're coming with me.|- Look, it's dark.

CARLOS:
All right.|We're going.

MADDY:
This sucks.

Don't look.

[ Carlos laughs ]

MADDY:
|Oh...oh, my God.

NICOLE:
I really want|to kiss you right now.

CARLOS:
I really|want to kiss you, too.

When the time is right.

So you just let me know|when the time is right.

OK.

MADDY:
Oh!

You guys, I'm all done.

Drip-dry. Unh.

MADDY:
|Oh, get a hotel room.

[ Helicopter passes ]

Oh.

Man...

[ Maddy laughs ]

[ Rock music playing ]

Is that 'Los?

Yeah, that's|your brother, man.

MADDY:
|Sorry. Hey, guys.

BOY:
|Hey, that's the trash girl.

That's right, baby.

Ah ha. Trash girl.

- What's up?|- What's up, man?

- What's going on?|- Just getting a ride home.

So who's this, homes?

I'm Nicole.

- How you doing, Nicole?|- Good.

Hi, I'm Maddy.|Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you, Maddy.

So, where'd he find you guys?

You get assigned a white girl|when you go to Pacific.

How generous.

And Carlos is so cute|he got two.

HECTOR:
How generous.|How can a brother be down?

Looks run in the family, mija.|What's up with my brother?

You got to go to Pacific.

[ Speaking Spanish ]

- Good luck, homes.|- Hi, Mom.

This is Nicole and Maddy.

- Hi.|- Hi.

[ Speaking Spanish ]

[ Speaking Spanish ]

MADDY:
Hmm.

Sorry about that.|She's kind of pissed.

It's OK.|I'll see you at school.

MADDY:
|Let's get out of here.

- Thanks for the ride.|- Sure.

- Good-bye.|- Bye.

[ Rock music playing ]

HECTOR:
Get your ass inside.|Hurry up.

Moms is calling you.

MADDY:
Now where the hell's|the freeway?

MADDY:
Bye.

[ Tires squeal ]

[ Speaking Spanish ]

Just friends.

[ Speaking Spanish ]

I mean, everybody|drinks but me, Mom.

[ Speaking Spanish ]

Come on, Mom.|That's not going to happen.

I'm not going to die.|I'm not going to jail.

[ Alarm beeping ]

[ School bell rings ]

MADDY:
There's some|very interesting rumors...

going around|about Friday night.

Oh, really?

I heard the word "furpile"|more than once.

I did nothing|to discourage these rumors.

Ow! Watch where you're going,|stupid b*tch.

What's your problem?

You're my problem.

Hey, it's all good.|She didn't mean to--

Stay out of it.|What are you looking at?

- Nothing.|- You better not.

- Sorry.|- Yeah, you better be.

[ Speaking Spanish ]

Looks like the home girls|aren't down with you.

- Hey!|- Hey.

NICOLE:
|What are you doing here?

CARLOS:
Looking for you.

- Oh, yeah?|- Yeah.

Maddy told me|you were in here.

Oh, she did, did she?

Am I not allowed?

Sorry about the other night.|I was a little wasted.

CARLOS:
Yes, you were.

NICOLE:
Ho, ho... ho.

So, what happened?

You don't remember?

Kind of.

NICOLE:
It's not done yet.

CARLOS:
|You cut his head off.

Hey, in here, I'm in charge.

Your world?

NICOLE:
Yeah.

You take it to a lab,|they just do the obvious.

I like to play with it--

cut out what I don't like...

distort...magnify.

CARLOS:
Playing God, huh?

NICOLE:
Just playing.

So, can I see some more?

If you want.

KANE:
Hey, kids,|what's going on in here?

This is not a make-out room.|Come on.

NICOLE:
|I'll see you later.

MAN SINGING:
A sunrise|over a dusty hill full of

Full of wallflowers

And I think to myself

I am the same

I met my baby|by the station

And she said

Can I help you|with some information?

'Cause your train gets out|at a quarter to 5:00

But you hang a while

And you and I|can get funky

To the rhythm|of the choo-choo train

Dancing|in the pouring rain

I found myself

In the most beautiful|situation

A feeling|I can't describe

Ooh,|how she gave me love

Oh, how she gave me love

Oh, how she gave me love

- Rosa, this is Carlos.|- Hi.

I said,|oh, how she gave me love

Oh, how she gave me love

Oh, how she gave me love

[ Music stops ]

What?

Aren't you|going to lock the door?

No.

CARLOS:
I don't have any...

It's OK.

It's not OK.

Don't move.

- Hey, Rosa.|- Hi.

- Bye, Rosa.|- Bye.

- Oh, sh*t.|- What? What's wrong?

- Who's that?|- What?

- That guy right there.|- My dad.

- It's OK.|- He's right there.

He doesn't care.|I can do anything.

I've got a condom.|He'd be so proud.

I'm serious.

He'd be thrilled|I'm sleeping with you.

A person of color|in his daughter's bed.

[ Laughs ]

Man, you're crazy.

You're beautiful.

OK.

But can I do one more thing?

What?

I want to kiss you|one more time.

[ Gasps ]

[ Giggling ]|Where are you?

TOM:
Hi, there.

Who's the princess|on the floor, huh?

Nicole, please|do not park your car...

in the motor court|because it drips oil everywhere.

TOM:
We just came|from a dance show--

- Dance recital.|- You look pretty.

TOM:
So...

COURTNEY:
Oh, be careful.

You're going to mess up|the costume.

I really want to keep|this dress neat.

MORGAN:
Mommy.

COURTNEY:
Thank you.

TOM:
|Hi, there. Tom Oakley.

Carlos Nunez. Hi.

How are you?|You're Rosa's nephew?

NICOLE:
No, Dad. Carlos and I|go to school together.

TOM:
|Oh, you're a senior, too.

Yes, sir.|Just finishing up.

That's wonderful.

Do you have any plans|for next year?

Dad, don't interrogate him.

I'm not interrogating him.

That's OK.

I'm applying|to the Naval Academy.

Annapolis?

That's impressive.|That's a tough school.

Yes, sir.|I want to be a pilot.

A pilot?

The Naval fliers are supposed|to be the best in the world.

Well, you'll get|a great education there...

no matter what|you decide to do.

Good to see|someone with a plan.

[ Sighs ]

TOM:
|So, who's sponsoring you?

Well, I've written|to Roy Ball--

TOM:
Oh, yeah? Lucy?

CARLOS:
Yeah, but|she hasn't responded yet.

TOM:
Yeah, well,|she's still tied up...

with that INS fiasco...

and she probably won't get to it|before Thanksgiving.

So, why didn't you|write to me?

Tom Oakley.

Oakley? Right.

I mean,|she didn't even tell me.

Nicole didn't tell you|I was a congressman?

Nicole didn't think|it was relevant.

Actually,|I think I did write to you.

Oh? What'd I say?

No word yet, sir.

Well, I'm sorry about that.

Maria probably hasn't gotten|to my stack yet, either.

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