Loco Love Page #6

You know this is all

because of that girl.

(TRICIA SIGHS)

What will you do about this?

Your father...

I don't care what dad says!

You know who I work for, Gavin.

Mom, she's American.

She's like you and me, okay?

You are not racist, are you, Mom?

Of course, not.

Go to bed,

I'll talk about this...

No, Mom! Please!

Please, don't betray me!

Not you, Mom.

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

(PHONE BEEPS)

They want me to stop seeing you.

Why?

It was stupid of Luke

to even bring that knife,

but we didn't even start it, Marisol.

My cousin got sent back

to Mexico, Gavin.

It doesn't matter who started it.

I'm sorry.

It doesn't matter.

I'm not able to see you anyways.

Yeah, but...

God, why does it have to be like this?

Why do people

have to hate each other?

Like, why is there a racial difference?

White people hate Latinos

and Latinos hate whites?

It just doesn't make any sense.

It's not always like that.

Ninety nine percent

of the time it is.

It's not, it's all just people.

I mean, either side of that wall,

it's the same wants and needs.

Nobody thinks like that!

Yes, they do.

But it's just easier to hate

than to change.

Okay.

Come on.

(CELLPHONE RINGING)

Hello?

The money just arrived,

my grandma has it.

Geno, you know

what I want the most

is for you to be here with us.

But I don't want to risk it, son.

Don't worry,

I will take care of myself.

I swear, uncle, I swear.

Alright.

Be careful on your way here.

Okay.

Put your grandma on.

Bye.

Son.

Mom.

Hey, I need a favor from you.

WOMAN:
Please, honey,

you will meet other guys.

(CLEARING THROAT)

Where's Genaro?

He's in Nogales.

I wired him money

to cross the border on Monday.

I'm really sorry, Dad.

I spoke to your grandma in Sonora.

She's very ill.

She needs help.

What are you saying, Dad?

You always wanted to live

in Sonora, right?

When I was five!

Now you wanna send me

in the middle of school

just keep me from one boy?

He's a gringo, Marisol!

We're from Sonora, Marisol.

You're from Sonora, not me!

You better leave.

Leave me alone.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

CHRIS:
Where is he going?

GAVIN:
Hey...

Look at you, hot shot!

Playing ball like a boss.

How are you?

It's good to see you.

Good to see you, too.

CHRIS:
Who's your friend, Gav?

Stop it, Chris.

What? We ain't ghetto enough?

(SPEAKS INDISTINCT)

Come back to your homeland, b*tch!

Chris!

Stop it! This is stupid!

Why? Is she hiding a knife?

Chris, I told you to stop it.

Get your filthy pawns off me, Gavin!

Who knows whether they've been.

LUKE:
You need to calm down.

No, you guys need to calm down!

Mind your own goddamn life!

You are the one f***ing up, bro!

Just let them go.

Get your sh*t straight!

She's not worthy.

They're sending me to Mexico, Gavin.

What?

Yeah.

When?

I don't know.

Soon, I guess.

I cannot live without you.

Then don't let me go.

GAVIN:
Do you know how happy you make me?

Man, I just wish I wasn't so...

God, I'm so late!

Yeah, you are pretty late.

Was it worth it, though?

I mean, come on.

Oh, my God, Gavin.

Uh, yeah.

Good.

I mean, I'll never forget

how special this was for me.

Me neither.

MARISOL:
Let me go! Let me go!

(MARISOL SCREAMS)

RAMN:
Get him up!

Let her go!

UNCLE:
Easy! Easy!

Get up, motherf***er!

UNCLE:
Let's go! Let's go!

LI:
Come on! Let's get out of here!

(RAMN YELLING)

I told you you'd be in trouble!

I told you!

You don't belong with him!

Let's go! Now!

(GAVIN SIGHS)

(GRUNTS)

Sorry.

Just go easy, Mom.

We've seen worse than this, right?

This football season alone.

She's not for you, Gav.

Mom, I love her.

Not her, Gavin.

It is her, Mom.

I feel like dying if I'm not with her.

Love fades, Gavin. Always.

No.

Just running away from love

is betraying ourselves, Mom.

Who taught you that?

You did, Mom. You did.

I just really want to be alone

right now, okay?

Okay.

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

REPORTER:
Mrs. Hayes, what are

your thoughts on the legalization

of 11 million illegal immigrants

that now live in the U.S.?

I can tell you one thing,

thanks to congressman Warren and the

Republican Party here in Arizona,

our borders will be more secure.

We will stop this illegal immigration,

that is most certainly

a cancer in our society.

Where's your old man?

Can't make it.

REPORTER:
Mrs. Hayes, you consider yourself

a direct victim of our

immigration problems, do you not?

Two years ago, my husband

lost his construction business

due to the flood of cheap labor

from Mexico.

He was a law abiding employer

and he wouldn't hire

undocumented workers.

He was our sole provider

at the time.

It was hard. It's still hard.

These wet backs are trespassing.

If you see one,

you shoot one, understood?

Immigration isn't just

about job losses either,

there's an entire way of life

being threatened here.

Schools are overcrowded,

health services are over exceeded.

Youth violence and gangs

are everywhere.

Look, Arizonans are tolerant people.

This is not a racial issue.

This is a legal, economic,

and safety concern.

In many ways,

it's just as important as terrorism.

Ready?

Hell, yeah.

Don't move!

Don't move or we'll shoot!

Don't move or we'll shoot you!

Stand down!

Don't move!

You are trespassing on private land!

You're under arrest!

Who's the coyote?

Who's the coyote?

MAN:
Run, run!

(GUNSHOTS)

Who's the coyote?

Who's the coyote?

Hold your fire!

Round them up!

Round them up! Round them up!

EARL:
Do not move!

LUKE:
Motherf***er.

Hey!

(GUN SHOT)

Hold your fire!

WOMAN:
Mr. Garza, your nephew

is in the U.S. illegally.

He's in the hospital with a bullet.

He has the right to see his family.

Please, miss, just give us

the damn hospital name.

I'm sorry, Ma'am.

We can't give you that information.

Listen, he's a kid, he was shot.

He's in the hospital,

it's my nephew and he's maybe dying.

Can you help us, please?

Marisol?

WOMAN:
Please!

Gavin?

What are you doing here?

MAN:
Madam, please.

My cousin got shot by f***ing ranchers

crossing the border.

What the hell are you doing here?

Oh, my God!

What the f*** is going on here?

GAVIN:
Marisol.

Gavin, just step away!

Step away from that girl.

Marisol!

(INDISTINCT YELLING)

You're not seeing that girl.

Let's go!

Let's go Marisol! Let's go!

He's the f***ing gringo

who shot at us!

No, no, Marisol,

I wasn't even there!

Which one of them shot him?

The young one!

OFFICER:
Sit down!

EARL:
Gavin, get in here!

GAVIN:
Marisol!

You are not gonna do anything?

My nephew is dying in the hospital!

You're a bunch of a**holes, you are!

Please, let's go!

WOMAN:
Mari? We have to go, it's late.

Don't worry.

Okay.

Genaro will be alright.

Okay. I'm coming, Mom.

Hi, friend.

It's gonna be okay.

Everybody is acting

like if I wanted this to happen.

Because no one else knows

what's going on with you anymore.

I thought you did.

I just don't know

whose side you're on.

What do you mean sides?

Tet, there are no sides.

I just wanted to be with him.

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