Sin Nombre Page #12

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60.

Smiley throws another rock hard, then another, with each

throw he tries to convince himself he’s man enough.

SMILEY:

It’s the responsibility of a true

Marero to avenge the death of

another. Be it Casper or whoever.

(BEAT)

So, I’m gonna do it... I gotta do

it.

BENNY:

How? You gotta gun?

Smiley pulls out the rusted .38 -- the kids are both awed and

afraid. Smiley smiles at its (and transversely, his own)

power, tucking the pistol away again into his pants.

SMILEY:

La Mara.

Down the tracks in La Bombilla, the train’s WHISTLE BLOWS.

Smiley nods goodbye to the kids then heads off down the

tracks.

66 EXT. IMMIGRANT REST STOP PATIO - DAY 66

Willy follows Sayra and her family and about 20 immigrants

towards a rest house -- a small concrete home with a patio

situated off the tracks. Inside, Immigrants gather to

shower, change clothes, and rest in the shade.

He eyes everyone carefully, evaluating -- anyone could be a

look out for the Maras, or any other gang that could want to

kill him.

Horacio grabs Sayra, motioning towards Willy.

HORACIO:

He’s following us.

Sayra knows why. Orlando watches, unsure what to say.

SAYRA:

We could help him.

HORACIO:

Absolutely not. You’re to keep

away from him.

61.

SAYRA:

Are you ordering me?

HORACIO:

He’s a murderer- Yes, yes I’m

ordering you.

SAYRA:

He’s in trouble.

HORACIO:

I don’t care about him.

about us.

I care

Sayra is disgusted with Horacio, she looks to Orlando for

support but he says nothing. Horacio, acutely annoyed, pulls

out the XEROX MAP from his pocket.

Look.

HORACIO (CONT’D)

He points to TIERRA BLANCA, still only 1/3 of the way to the

US BORDER. Sayra is subtly surprised.

HORACIO:

We’re here. We’ve got a long way

to go, Sayra. We have to stay

sharp, stick together. We can’t

let anyone ruin this, for us, okay?

67 EXT. IMMIGRANT REST STOP PATIO - DAY 67

The sun has set but the sky is still light. Thirty**

immigrants linger on the patio. Some eat, some sleep, some

re-apply make-up, some talk on a pay phone with home.

Horacio is in line for the phone while Orlando talks with

SEVERAL other immigrants about their economic predicaments

back home (45 lempiras a day speech).

Sayra, fresh from a shower, sits in front of a GIRL who

braids her hair, the girl compliments Sayra’s skin. She

tries to make herself look pretty again.

In a darkened corner of the patio, Willy sits by himself

watching the others. No one approaches him.

67A EXT. IN FRONT OF IMMIGRANT REST STOP - LATER 67A

Tired and bored immigrants lie about.

Willy.

Sayra squats next to

SAYRA:

You going to wash up?

62.

Willy shakes his head.

SAYRA:

It feels nice.

WILLY:

Later, maybe. When there are less

people.

SAYRA:

Then what’ll you do?

WILLY:

Dunno.

SAYRA:

You going to stay here for the

night?

Willy shrugs.

SAYRA:

If I find any food, I’ll bring you

some.

Willy is unsure how to take her kindness. Sayra smiles, then

leaves him to his thoughts. LOCALS sit in their patios

eating food. The immigrants stare at them enviously,

smacking their dry mouths.

Atop one of the abandoned train cars, THREE IMMIGRANTS light

cigarettes, then one of them bellows out in a joking tone...

IMMIGRANT HOST:

Thank you and welcome to the show!

I know some of you have come from

as far away as San Pedro Sula to

see this, you won’t be

disappointed! First up on our line

up, Eugenio will sing a love ballad

to his third and ugliest wife...

For a moment, the immigrants laugh, able to forget the hunger

pangs and boredom. Both Willy and Sayra smile. He looks

around at the other smiling faces, one of them, a glue

sniffer with no teeth smiles while looking at him hard, he

makes the sign of a Barrio 18, but Willy doesn’t really

flinch, he knows he’s just a glue sniffer.

63.

68 EXT. IMMIGRANT REST STOP PATIO - LATER 68

Willy walks past Horacio on the way to the showers.

grabs his arm.

Horacio

HORACIO:

What’s your name son?

WILLY:

(pulling his arm from

Horacio’s grasp)

Willy.

HORACIO:

Willy... my name is Horacio. That

girl over there, she’s my daughter,

Sayra, and he over there is my

little brother, Orlando. They’re

my family and they mean more to me

than anything else. For what you

did on the train, maybe I owe you

something. If it’s money you want,

I’ll give you some as soon as my

wire comes in, other than that, I

don’t know you, I don’t trust you,

and I don’t want you coming

anywhere near my family. Do you

understand me?

Willy nods, he knows Horacio’s type.

impenetrable. He walks away.

Stubborn and

69 EXT. IMMIGRANT REST STOP PATIO - DAY 69

Willy and Sayra help prepare a meal for the Se.ora of the

house, a kind faced middle aged woman. He notices the

contrails of a passenger-jet over head. He stares at it long

enough that she notices and squints to see what he’s looking

at.

WILLY:

Ever been on one?

She shakes her head.

WILLY (CONT’D)

Me neither.

(BEAT)

In Texas I saw the factory where

they make them-

64.

SAYRA:

-You’ve been to Texas?

WILLY:

I’ve been to little of everywhere.

This factory had this huge globe,

like a giant ball, all lit up and

bright. I wanted to climb it.

SAYRA:

I’ll look for it, when I get there.

WILLY:

If you get there.

SAYRA:

I will. I know I will. Back home,

my friend Clarissa made me see this

crazy neighbor, Do.a Eleanor, you

know, like witchcraft? She smoked

this puro, then told me with her

freaky voice that I’d make it to

the U.S. but not in God’s hand,

perhaps in the Devils.’

WILLY:

My girl saw a woman like that once.

SAYRA:

(playing it nonchalant)

You have a girl?

Martha Marlen’s death hits Willy again. Willy focuses on his

work again.

WILLY:

No.

The conversation falls into silence. Sayra looks at Willy

who seems like his mind is elsewhere.

SAYRA:

You should come with us. We’re

going to New Jersey.

Willy doesn’t even look at her.

WILLY:

I don’t think your father would be

cool with that.

65.

SAYRA:

Doesn’t matter, he’s my father only

in blood.

WILLY:

And your mom?

SAYRA:

Hurricane Mitch. Just sort of...

swept her away. Almost swept us

both away, but it didn’t, I guess.

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