Crazy\Beautiful Page #5

What does he need?

What does he need?

[ Man speaking Spanish ]

Remember us?

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

[ Singer rapping ]

What does he need?

BOY:
Mmm. Damn.

BOY:
That's the shape.

BOY:
Uh-huh.|That's my wife.

She could be my mommy|any day.

She could spank me...

Ooh.

That's what|I'm talking about.

Hey, what's up?

She got more|bounce to the ounce.

Hey, guys,|just chill, all right?

Chill, dawg. Chill.

[ All talking at once ]

Chill, dawg.|Man, there's people around.

What, we ain't Westside|enough for you?

- You want us to whiten up?|- Kick back.

BOY:
Look at this fool.

He's all about|the white girl now.

I worry about this fella.

I put this fella|on his ass on Friday.

[ All talking at once ]

You playing defense|now or what?

I'm going both ways.|I'll make you eat dirt.

That's what I'm going to do.

DAVIS:
Hey, Carlos, man,|what's up, bro?

What's up, guys?

These your homeys?

[ Laughs ]

BOY:
Homeys?

[ Laughter ]

Yo, what's so funny, G?

BOY:
I ain't your G, man.

DA VIS:
Yo, what's up|with the attitude, bro?

What's with what?

Dude, you need to chill, bro.

I'm not some banger|looking to throw down.

Then sit the f*** down, b*tch.

Hey, guys, chill.

Whoa.|This isn't brown town, bro.

Hey, guys,|just chill, man.

I'll call INS on your ass.

CARLOS:
|Hey, guys, kick back.

BOY:
Oh, man.

[ People yelling ]

Get off.

Get off me, man.|I want to kick this guy's ass.

[ Yelling ]

I'm going to kill you!

Are you going|to clean this mess up...

or is your dad|going to come do it?

Hey, go home!

Leave, buddy!|Go back to Burritoville!

[ Tires squeal ]

[ Siren ]

[ Mrs. Nunez speaking Spanish ]

CARLOS:
Not right now, Mom.

Just leave me alone,|all right?

[ Speaking Spanish ]

I'm sick of you|always on my ass!

I don't need any more|sacrifices from you, OK?

Just worry about|your own goddamn life.

- 'Los!|- What?

Don't disrespect Moms|like that, fool.

Are you going to tell me|how to talk?

HECTOR:
You know what?|Mom. Por favor.

Let me tell you|something, homes.

She busts her ass|every day at a sh*t job...

for you, not for me.|Every day!

You owe it to her to make|something of yourself.

What, because you didn't?|Huh?

MRS. NUNEZ:
|Carlos. Hector.

[ Speaking Spanish ]

Yeah. You're right.|You got it.

Let me tell you|something,'Los.

I'm not like you, fool.

I'm not as smart as you.|I'm not as fast as you.

You got something|that I never had--

the opportunity to be|whatever the hell you want.

You can be a pilot.

You can be a congressman.|Whatever you want.

And for you to just throw that|away for that white girl...

that's nothing but...|[ Speaking Spanish ]

and I'm not going|to sit around...

and let you do that sh*t|to yourself...

or to Moms anymore,|you understand?

Look at me, ese.|[ Speaking Spanish ]

[ Door slams ]

CARLOS:
Nicole.

Nicole. Look up.

NICOLE:
What?

CARLOS:
We got to go.

Sh*t.

What?

What's the date today?

Today?

- Is today the 17th?|- I don't know.

- Sh*t!|- What?

The meeting with your father--|I completely forgot about it.

Don't worry.|You can reschedule it.

I shouldn't have|gone to the beach.

- Don't worry. It's OK.|- No, it's not.

Damn. I can't believe|I missed it.

[ Brakes squeal ]

[ People chattering,|music playing ]

I'll see you later.

- You don't want me to come in?|- It's going to be boring.

It's just family|and cake and stuff.

Oh.

All right.

No, that's OK.|You don't want me to.

CARLOS:
Just hurry up.|[ Taps car ] We're late.

I wish I would've known--

CARLOS:
Come on!

[ Man singing in Spanish,|people chattering ]

[ Photographer speaking Spanish ]

Hey, that's OK.

And a "Cheese."

[ Speaking Spanish ]

Come here, fool.

Where you been, man?|It's my sister's birthday party.

Lost track of time, dawg.

Carlos...

[ Speaking Spanish ]

I lost track of time, Mom.

You remember Nicole, right?

Hi. [ Speaking Spanish ]

Ooh!

CARLOS:
Shut up.

I'll be back in a minute.

God damn.

You're a fool, you know?

[ All speaking Spanish ]

- Hi. Happy birthday.|- Hi.

Thank you.

MRS. NUNEZ:
Perfecto.

NICOLE:
|Can I help with anything?

No, it's OK.

[ Sighs ]

[ Turns on water ]

Oh.

[ Turns off water ]

[ Knock on door ]

One second.

[ Music playing loudly ]

LUZ:
Ahh.|You know I like it buff.

[ Laughing ]

LUZ:
Yeah.|You know you miss me.

What?

NICOLE:
Hey.

Oh. Hey.

- Where'd you go?|- I went to change.

Oh.|Thanks for telling me.

Sorry.|Luz, this is Nicole.

Nicole, Luz.

- Hi.|- Hey.

I like your dress.

Thanks. So, you guys|go to school together?

Yeah.|We go to P.H. together.

LUZ:
Oh. That's nice.

And you share|the same class or what?

CARLOS:
No. [ Laughs ]

No.

LUZ:
Yeah.|Let's go say hi to my mom.

CARLOS:
All right. Come on.

NICOLE:
I'm hot. I'm gonna go|outside for a second.

- Come on.|- It's OK.

[ Speaking Spanish ]

[ Starts engine ]

[ Tires squeal ]

[ Car alarm blaring ]

[ Horn honking ]

[ Telephone ringing ]

What?!

OK. Hold on.

Yo,'Los, it's for you, man.

Hello?

Where'd you go?

[ Knocking ]

[ Nicole sighs ]

CARLOS:
What happened?|Why'd you leave?

NICOLE:
I'm so stupid.

I don't know what|I was thinking coming there.

I'm sorry.

I should have told you|it was gonna be like that.

That it was so formal.

No. It wasn't that.

Just seeing you with|your family and friends...

and with that girl.

She's just a friend.

I don't care.

You should be able to do|whatever you want.

I do what I want to do.

Oh, God.

Look at me, I'm pathetic!

I hate myself.

What are you talking about?

What?

[ Nicole sighs ]

It's just...

[ Sighs ]

What?

What?

I just...

I think I'm in love with you.

I'm sorry.

Now I've weirded you out.|I'm sorry.

No. I--

Don't say anything.|It's OK.

It's OK.

MARIA:
|That's correct, sir.

He's leaving for|Washington, D.C. in five days.

Mm-hmm.

Uh, well...

No, he really doesn't have|any other appointments.

I would stick with|that one. Mm-hmm.

Certainly, sir. Take care.

[ Telephone rings ]|Yes.

Yes, he is.

Mr. Nunez?|He's ready for you.

TOM:
Yeah.|I have it right here.

I think. What is it?|A kid...

for Gloria, right?

Well, we start|with the Bienvenidos...

and then the Red Cross thing.

Right?

And then--You know, hon?

I have a meeting|I need to start right now.

Why don't we meet|at King at 2:30?

OK?

Well, you tell me then.|All right. Bye-bye.

Hey, Carlos.|Glad you could make it.

How are you?

OK. How are you?

CARLOS:
You know Carter?

TOM:
Oh, yeah, yeah.

You ever work for|Habitat for Humanity?

- No.|- It's a good project.

We got 25 houses up|in one Easter weekend.

And you know Father Boyle?

CARLOS:
|Yeah. I've heard of him.

He's an amazing man.|Sit down.

We spent some time|in Boyle Heights.

It's a tough neighborhood, huh?

CARLOS:
Yes, sir.

TOM:
I imagine you've seen|your share of friends...

sucked into "la vida loca."

Yeah.

- Not just a Ricky Martin song.|- No, sir.

TOM:
So, what happened?

CARLOS:
Uh, what happened?

TOM:
We were supposed to have|a meeting last week.

CARLOS:
I don't know.

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