Loco Love Page #5

Yeah.

And this is my dad.

MARISOL:
Oh...

Looks kind of pissed.

He's always pissed.

I mean, ever since he lost his business.

He was a contractor.

Was?

Mm-hm.

Well, what happened?

Well, I mean, everyone else

was hiring illegals, but he...

He wouldn't.

No, I mean, he really doesn't like...

Just never mind, it was... it's stupid.

But, hey, come on.

Let me show you my room.

Well, this is it.

This is my room.

Cool, it's nice.

Thank you.

Do you play football?

Yeah. Are you surprised?

No, just making conversation.

Where is this?

That's in Utah.

Spring break, sophomore year.

This photo.

Have a seat.

This is... Zion Canyon.

It's the best place on earth.

I mean... I wanna just escape there

and live off the land.

Would you take me if you left?

Yeah.

What is Gavin doing here?

(DOOR OPENS)

MOM:
Gav?

Oh, my God.

GAVIN:
Mom!

I thought you were in DC, Mom.

TRICIA:
Why aren't you at practice?

We, uh, we finished early.

Nuh-uh, we drove by.

They're still out there.

Um... Mom, this is Marisol.

Hi.

Hello.

Would you help me

with your grandfather, please?

Yeah, Mom. Just a second.

I'm so sorry.

Yeah.

Gavin...

Just give me one moment.

TRICIA:
Gavin.

Yeah, Mom?

I don't want you skipping school.

Mom, I'm not skipping school.

Your father's gonna be home soon.

Okay, I'll hurry up.

Would you help us

with your grandfather, please?

Yeah, I'll go get him.

MARISOL:
I'll call you Pedro or Peter.

Okay.

Alright, pops, we gotta get going.

Okay, Gavin. Here we go.

Alright, Marisol, I'll be right back.

Yeah, sure.

Bye, Marisol.

Bye.

TRICIA:
Bye, Marisol.

Bye.

What?

Be quick, alright?

Okay.

(GAVIN SIGHS)

(LAUGHS)

Oh, that wasn't awkward at all.

Yeah, that was really weird.

I'm sorry.

Is she pissed?

No, she's alright.

Oh, my gosh.

You okay?

Well, way to make

a first impression, Gavin.

(LAUGHING)

I should probably get out of here.

Alright.

Well, hey, I could give you a ride.

Sure.

Alright.

Hey, when will I get to see you next?

Well, you ever gone

to a quinceaera?

No.

Okay, you have a date.

Alright.

LUKE:
Jesus, dude.

It's like a different country out here.

I don't like it.

What about your girlfriend?

What if Chris

finds out about this? Jesus!

You know, I think I don't care.

Alright, alright, let's get laid,

then. Let's get laid.

LUKE:
What kind of party is this, huh?

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYS)

(LAUGHING)

When we were fighting those bastards,

I screw his arm like this.

There she is.

Come on, cool it, cool it, Luke.

Jesus Christ.

Just take it easy, alright?

Let's have some fun.

TET:
I'll be right back.

Let's have some fun, alright?

GAVIN:
Alright, here she comes.

I know, I know.

Hi.

Hey.

Hey, Luke.

LUKE:
Hi.

You look amazing.

Thank you very much.

You don't look too bad yourself.

Thank you.

Come with me.

Hey, how are you?

TET:
Good.

I'm good. You look sexy as hell.

Damn.

Thank you.

What? Are we hiding or something?

No.

What, do you want to kiss in public?

No, I guess not.

I didn't think you'd come.

You asked me to.

Yeah, well...

Come on, I'm gonna show you

how to dance. Come with me.

Yep, you are coming.

You know I can't dance.

You're coming.

Thanks. Cheers.

Thanks for being here.

(EVERYBODY LAUGHING)

Okay, so just follow my lead, okay?

Okay.

So you first go forward...

Uh-huh.

Yeah, then you go back a little

and just a little bit more forward...

Look at that f***ing gringo, man.

And you turn me around.

And then...

Good, you're getting the hang of it.

Just feel the rhythm.

Alright.

You gotta feel the rhythm.

(LAUGHING)

MARISOL:
Yeah, you got it.

Who invited you to the party, gero?

MARISOL:
Ramn...

This is a party, alright?

Now go get a drink or something.

I don't want to fight you.

MARISOL:
Just get over it.

How about you going for a drink, b*tch?

Ramn!

F*** you!

Shut the f*** up!

MARISOL:
Guys!

GAVIN:
Marisol, stay out of this.

MARISOL:
What's wrong with you?

I'll cut your face, fag.

LUKE:
F*** you!

Hey, Luke,

what are you doing with the knife?

(OVERLAPPING YELLING)

MAN:
Hey, back off!

MARISOL:
Ramn!

Back off, back off!

Don't touch him!

MARISOL:
Ramn!

Back the f*** up!

LUKE:
Come on, come on!

RAMN:
F*** you!

(YELLING CONTINUES)

Tet!

Come on!

MAN:
Enough!

That's enough! Stop it!

What's the matter with you, Ramn?

Get out of here, cabrn!

Enough! Stop it!

That's enough!

Enough, a**holes!

Put down the knife!

MARISOL:
Don't, Gavin!

Who started it?

Those f***ing gringos, Dad!

Who invited them?

KIKO:
I don't know!

I invited them, Dad.

I'll kill you all, f***ing Mexicans!

KIKO:
Shut up, motherf***er!

MAN:
Freeze everybody!

OFFICER:
Party is over.

I wanna see everybody's papers

right now!

Your papers, now! Everyone!

MARISOL AND KIKO: Genaro!

Officer, he's visiting.

He left his papers at home!

No papers, he goes.

MARISOL:
Why? Goddamn it!

Well, you know that he's gonna be

back on the border tomorrow

whether he has papers or not!

You can bring his papers to Tucson.

MARISOL:
Goddamn it! Genaro!

Inside the house, Marisol!

No, Dad!

WOMAN:
Genaro, honey!

Gavin!

You guys are both f***ing idiots!

MAN:
Marisol, inside!

Marisol!

OFFICER:
Shut the f*** up!

MAN:
Let's go!

(MARISOL CRIES)

Get in.

Get into the car, both of you.

MARISOL:
Dad!

MAN:
Kiko, inside!

You were supposed to arrest

the f***ing spics, not us, dumb asses!

What did you say?

Nothing.

What did you say, Luke?

I said they were supposed

to arrest them, not us.

You called border patrol,

you son of a b*tch!

Goddamn it, Luke!

(GAVIN BREATHING HEAVILY)

MAN:
Hey, Earl.

Hey, Donnie.

How are you doing?

Good, you?

It's been a long time.

Yeah.

What's it been since high school?

Something like that.

Yeah.

Well, come on, I got him holding.

It's good to see you, pal.

Thanks.

Still working out?

A little bit.

Yeah, you look in shape. Good.

Right this way.

I mean, I ain't claiming

to know your boy, but...

provoking those kids

in the... hood...

Couple of minutes,

there would've been a racial incident.

I really appreciate this.

I know.

It's alright, man. That's how it

works in high school, right?

Come on.

Right.

Okay, boys. Get your personals

with the desk sergeant and...

Thank God your dad is my friend.

Let's go.

EARL:
You were with that girl,

weren't you?

The one your mother saw you with

in your room.

That little Latino slut.

Answer me!

Whatever you have

with that gringo is over!

Where do you think you're going?

Come with me.

No, Dad, I'm tired.

I'm not asking you.

Mom!

Earl, please.

Stay out of this!

Let's go.

Let's go!

Dad...

Line up!

EARL:
Hut!

(GAVIN MOANS)

EARL:
Get up.

You know, I don't know how

your priorities got so screwed up.

You can bet you ass we're gonna get your

focus where it should be.

Get up!

EARL:
Hut!

(GAVIN MOANS)

Again.

Again!

(GAVIN GROANS)

That Latino cop's

your friend, right, Dad?

Gavin!

Come back here!

Stupid...

F***!

(DOOR OPENS)

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