Sin Nombre Page #13

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Willy listens quietly.

SAYRA:

It was a long time ago. I don’t

really remember her. I remember

him even less. I was a baby when

he left for the North.

She motions to Horacio.

WILLY:

New Jersey, huh?

SAYRA:

Better to be disguised with

immigrants, no? If they come for

you.

Willy thinks about his predicament. The weight of it is

heavy.

SAYRA:

They will come for you. Won’t

they?

WILLY:

Maybe.

(BEAT)

If not now... one day. They’ve got

a good memory.

SAYRA:

Aren’t you afraid?

WILLY:

Of death? No. I’ve always lived

for the day.

(BEAT)

The only hard part is not knowing

where it’ll come from.

66.

SAYRA:

Must be hard for the people who

love you... if you think like that.

Willy nods.

SAYRA:

It doesn’t matter to me if you

come, either way we go. So, there

you have it.

Sayra turns and walks away, quietly embarrassed. Horacio

watches, feeling his continued loss of control over his

daughter.

70 EXT. TIERRA BLANCA TRAIN YARD - NIGHT 70

Smiley slips a phone card into a pay booth. He pulls out a

scrap of paper with a number written on it. The first time

he dials he messes up. He tries again.

SMILEY:

Abue? It’s Benny...

(BEAT)

I’ve been gone, you didn’t know?

(BEAT)

Working. Abuela.

(BEAT)

Yes. I have a job. It’s a good

job, delivering vegetables to

Veracruz.

(BEAT)

I’m not alone... I’m with Casper.

I’ve got to go... I’ll be home...

it might be some time.

Smiley notices SEVEN MEN staring at him from under a lamp

post. Unsure about himself, he makes the “m-s” sign with his

hands. They acknowledge him with the same sign.

Smiley calls out meekly...

SMILEY:

Quien lleva la palabra?

A younger looking man with a thick keloid scar from his cheek

down his neck steps forward...

EL SCARFACE:

Yo mero.

67.

One of the Mareros, EL PAJARO, a muscular man with a crooked

Mayan nose and deep set eyes looks Smiley up and down...

SMILEY:

I’m El Smiley from La Confeti?

El Scarface looks him over, suspiciously, his hand drifts

over his PISTOL stuck in his pants.

EL SCARFACE:

Estas entintado?

Smiley shakes his head.

EL SCARFACE:

Quien lleva la palabra en tu clica

ahora?

El Sol.

SMILEY:

El Scarface relaxes slightly, greeting Smiley with a

handshake and embracing like tough guys.

EL SCARFACE:

We heard what happened. Are you

hungry or thirsty?

Smiley can only shake his head no.

Two cars pull up, a red 1987 NISSAN SENTRA and a brown 1985

TOYOTA CARROLA. The cars look like sh*t and sound like go-

carts, but the stereo systems are top notch.

A71 EXT. EL LIL’ MAGO’S PATIO - DAY A71

El Sol, alone with Lil Mago’s kid, and his own, watches over

the two toddlers. He has a bitter sweet smile on his face.

His cell phone rings, he doesn’t look excited to pick up the

phone.

Jomi?

EL SOL:

Cut back and forth from:

71 EXT. IMMIGRANT REST STOP, TIERRA BLANCA - SIMULTANEOUS 71

El Scarface sits on the hood of his car, phone to his ear.

In the back ground, inside the rest stop, Smiley and other

Mareros question immigrants.

68.

EL SCARFACE:

Sup’ jomi? We’ve got one of yours

here.

EL SOL:

I know.

EL SCARFACE:

So what am I supposed to do with

him?

EL SOL:

Use him. However you want.

EL SCARFACE:

Will you be sending more?

EL SOL:

Thing is... I can’t really do that

right now.

EL SCARFACE:

You can’t do that now?

EL SOL:

No.

EL SCARFACE:

I see.

EL SOL:

The word is out, jomi. He won’t

get away, we got problems down here

at the moment, you know? But the

word is out. El Casper ain’t going

no where.

EL SCARFACE:

No.

(BEAT)

The barrio won’t let him.

EL SOL:

Va. I’ll check in with you later.

El Sol hangs up the phone. His face reveals his fatigue with

this routine.

72 EXT. IMMIGRANT REST STOP PATIO - CONTINUOUS 72

El Scarface is not happy about the call. He looks at Smiley,

who talks to the SE.ORA...

69.

SMILEY:

You sure you haven’t seen him?

He’s got a tear drop here.

REST STOP OWNER:

No corazon, I haven’t seen anyone

with a tattoo in the last few days

until you guys.

El Scarface waves Smiley over, he knows he’s wasting time

with the Se.ora. El Pajaro and the other Mareros are bored

with the search.

A GLUE SNIFFING MAN steps forward. He has a bag of glue

hanging in his hands and yellow crust around his nostrils.

GLUE SNIFFER:

Give me 100 pesos and I’ll tell you

where to look.

El Scarface joins them, smoking a cigarette while summing up

the man.

EL PAJARO:

We checked the yards and shelters.

GLUE SNIFFER:

Not there. 100 pesos.

El Pajaro ignores him.

EL PAJARO:

Would he have stayed on the train?

Maybe he got off before.

EL SCARFACE:

What about the farms?

GLUE SNIFFER:

Ah, ah, ah.

EL PAJARO:

We talked to the bosses, the

workers are all chapines.

El Scarface pulls out 100 pesos, dropping it on the ground

before the man. With great effort, he picks it up.

GLUE SNIFFER:

I saw the one you’re looking for.

A tear drop here.

(pointing to his eye)

He’s gone. With immigrants.

70.

He points North, laughing. Smiley and El Pajaro look at El

Scarface for direction, he motions to the car.

EL SCARFACE (CONT’D)

Smiley.

El Pajaro and the others get back in their cars

EL SCARFACE (CONT’D)

El Casper’s one of your padrinos?

Smiley nods.

EL SCARFACE:

You ever shot a man, Smiley?

SMILEY:

Yeah.

Scarface doesn’t believe it, but he humours the boy.

EL SCARFACE (CONT’D)

If you see him, shoot him quick.

No point in thinking about it.

73 EXT. VERACRUZ COUNTRYSIDE - DAY 73

Willy, Sayra and family sit atop another train car. The

train accelerates through the farmlands towards a foggy

mountain range looming across the Northern skyline.

Everyone sits quietly, lost in their thoughts. Their heads

rock back and forth with the movement of the train.

On the horizon above the train, along a ridge of low lying

mountains, a gigantic STATUE OF JESUS stands like Lady

Liberty, it’s arms spread out to welcome them.

Orlando looks at the Jesus and crosses himself, whispering an

inaudible prayer over the photograph of Ceci. Sayra prays as

well while Horacio stretches.

Willy stares at the Jesus statue, searching for feeling

again, for hope. He crosses himself and mentally pleads to

Jesus.

Sayra turns and sees him praying.

SAYRA:

What are you asking him for?

71.

WILLY:

Too much.

SAYRA:

I prayed for us both.

Willy is touched by Sayra’s thoughtfulness and sincerity.

74 EXT. VERACRUZ HIGHLAND 74

The air is cool and gray. A mist envelops the train tracks.

Out of the gray milkiness, shadowy figures emerge running

along the tracks. They startle Willy. He readies himself

for a possible Mara attack. His machete, at arms length, is

still his only accessory.

Suddenly a sack of tortillas lands on his lap. He looks at it

oddly.

Sayra stands and looks out.

There are TWO DOZEN KIDS and ADULTS, peasants in simple

clothes, throwing food to the IMMIGRANTS on the train.

TWO nine years-old GIRLS run along Sayra and Willy’s car.

Their smiles beam as they throw another bag that Sayra grasps

awkwardly. Inside are oranges.

SAYRA:

Thank you!

GIRLS:

(in unison)

You’re welcome!

Sayra and Willy smile at each other. Life is getting better.

The train awakens as IMMIGRANTS scramble to catch the gifts

while yelling “thank you” and “God bless you” to the

peasants.

75 EXT. ORIZABA INDUSTRIAL YARDS 75

The train cars SLAM into each other as the train slows to

enter the Orizaba train yards.

Willy and Sayra’s car is just about to cross a bridge

spanning a deep gorge like river that divides the town and

the industrial factories preceding the station.

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