Crossing Over Page #6

- Hebrew, right?

- Yes.

And what about the prayers?

You can, uh... You can recite

the important prayers of your faith?

You can do that, right?

Uh, yes. Yes.

I can do the prayer for wine,

um, the prayer for bread...

Excuse me just a moment.

Sh*t.

F***.

Come in.

Close the door right behind you.

Mr. Kossef, this is Rabbi Yoffie.

Uh, Rabbi.

Ordinarily, I'd file

a request for evidence.

But something tells me this approach

will prove more expedient.

I'd like Mr. Kossef to recite a prayer

to substantiate his knowledge of

the Jewish teachings

above that of a layman's.

If you could suggest something

and authenticate his response,

I'd greatly appreciate it, Rabbi.

You may recite

the Mourner's Kaddish, no?

The Mourner's Kaddish?

Nu?

Uh, yes. Yeah.

Uh...

It's a tradition that you cover your head.

If you just put your hands

on your head like that.

Right?

- Um... like that.

- Yeah.

Amen.

Very nice.

Very moving.

You should sing

in my services sometimes.

Oh, l... I would love to.

Thank you very much, Rabbi.

We'll be with you shortly.

Thank you.

Well, can't argue with that.

Rabbi?

I wasn't kidding about the voice.

I expect you tomorrow morning,

Temple Beth Shalom.

About the rest, we can teach you.

I don't want to leave Jah and Abul.

When will I ever see them again?

Or Papa?

He wants to be able

to say goodbye to you,

but what if he was to come here today?

They would arrest him

and deport him as well.

And then Jah and Abul

will have to leave as well.

I don't care!

Why can't we all go?

Why do they get to stay?

Because they were born here.

And if they stay and finish school,

they have more opportunities.

And I don't

because my life is sh*t now.

I'm sorry. We're out of time.

Mommy!

Mommy, please!

Please!

Please don't leave me, Mommy!

Come, my sweets.

Say goodbye to your sister.

You won't be seeing her for a long time.

Please, I need the room for the next visit.

Did Homicide see these tapes?

No. They figured it was gang-related,

so they only looked at

the night of the murder.

Slow down. Slow down.

That's them.

Stop.

That's the girl.

Back up a little bit.

This car that just pulled in here.

Move in on there.

Can't make anybody.

Let's put another tape in.

Roll on down.

Slow it up. That's them.

Stop.

Well, I'll be damned.

There he is again.

- Can you go in on the license plate?

- Sure.

Let's go to the next day.

There they are, coming out.

Back up a little bit.

Go in on it.

Same car.

It's the same goddamn car.

Let me run that.

Another, please.

Another, please.

Last call, pal.

Hey, Yong. You ready to

pop your cherry, b*tch?

F***in' balls, man! Come on!

Come on, you f***in' p*ssy!

Get your f***in' hands up!

Move, motherf***er! You, too, b*tch!

Move it! Come on!

Stand the f*** down, you f***ing c*nt!

Open the f***ing door!

Don't you f***ing dick me, old man!

Open the f***ing door now!

Open the f***ing door!

You making big mistake.

You have no idea

who money belongs to.

If I give to you, I die anyway.

Get the f*** back up, motherf***er!

Get the f*** back up!

Shut up!

What the f***?

What'd you go and do that for?

We weren't supposed to

hurt anyone, Seung!

That's it! Search him! Find the key!

Move, b*tch! Shut the f*** up!

Shut the f*** up!

Get the f*** up!

Yeah, blow her f***ing head

off if she tries anything! Let's go!

Hurry up! Hurry up!

- Where's the key?

- Right, which f***ing key?

- Which key? Which key?

- I don't know!

Which f***ing key, b*tch?

F*** it. We're all in...

Put it down, man. I'll do it. I swear!

You'll do her?

Where the f*** did you

learn to talk like that, huh?

You get that on some American cop show

while you're growing up in Seoul?

I'm not from f***ing Seoul.

I'm from.

Hey. How old were you when you came over?

You still got an accent.

- I'm gonna say maybe 11, 12 years old.

- I don't give a sh*t!

I'm gonna blow this bag's

head off if you don't put down your gun!

Uh-huh. You still on the green card?

I'm American citizen, raghead!

My whole family just got naturalized!

We're doing all

ceremony sh*t tomorrow!

Oh, tomorrow?

Hey. You haven't taken your oath yet.

That means you're not a citizen.

Not until you take the oath.

And I don't see how the f***

that's gonna happen now, you know?

You're either gonna die here,

or you're going away for murder.

You have done your parents proud.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

They told me no one get hurt.

I didn't kill anyone!

What am I supposed to do?

I don't know what to f***ing do!

- How many in your family?

- Why do you keep asking about my family?

They're not here now, are they?

How many in your family?

My parents.

My younger brother and sister.

My sister was born here.

Well, tomorrow was supposed

to be a special day.

And you sh*t on it

for your whole family.

I've been through it.

It was the most spiritual

moment of my life.

You know, you're standing there,

looking around you

at all these people from everywhere.

Countries you can't even pronounce,

you didn't even know existed.

And they're happy.

They're elated to be there

because it's their choice.

You wouldn't be here right now,

in this mess you're in,

if you could ever appreciate the awe

you'd feel in that moment.

The worthiness of the journey.

So,

when you're standing there tomorrow,

in your new suit and tie,

I want you to look around.

Okay? Look at those faces.

And understand

the sublime promise of this moment.

What the f***, man.

I'm not gonna be there.

You said it yourself.

Stop messing with my head.

All right. The way to end this,

my friend, is for you

to put down your gun.

- Now I'm gonna put mine...

- What the f***!

What the f*** are you doing?

What the f***...

Now you put down your gun.

Let go of that woman.

You go in that back room.

You take the surveillance

tapes out of the system.

Okay? And you keep on walking.

You're f***ing with me.

Stop f***ing with me!

You think I'm some jackoff? Huh?

I think you made a mistake,

and you will never make

a mistake like this again.

LAPD! Put your hands up!

Get 'em up!

Relax.

Situation's under control.

Help me out here.

You're saying there were four of them,

but the owner's wife is

positive there were five.

She says you let one of them walk.

She also says you let him take

the surveillance tapes with him.

She's confused. She had her

head down most of the time.

Hey, I killed four of them.

Why would I let one go?

I look crazy to you?

I can tell you how many there were.

There were only four. She's mistaken.

This man, he saved our lives.

There were four.

The witness has corroborated it.

They must have been

lax in surveillance.

Probably just covering up

for insurance purposes.

Hamid. Where the f*** are you?

I need to talk to you

as soon as possible.

Give me a call as soon

as you get this message.

Immediately. I don't care what time it is.

One message.

Max, it's Kevin.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes