Sin Nombre Page #3

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for you here. Nothing.

She grinds the ground with her shoes.

SAYRA:

If I went, it wouldn’t be for him

and it wouldn’t be for you neither.

It would be for me. I’d make my

own decisions.

ORLANDO:

Fine.

SAYRA:

Alright, then I’ll think about it.

You can tell him that.

The first sharp BRASS notes of “CANCI.N MIXTECA” played by a

ragged brass band key-noted with a MARIMBA echo over the HUM

of a river...

12 EXT. SUCHIATE RIVER - GUATEMALA - DAY 12

SUPER:
3 DAYS LATER, 1800 MILES SOUTH OF THE U.S. BORDER

Left side SUPER:
TECUN UMAN, GUATEMALA

Right side SUPER: CIUDAD HIDALGO, MEXICO

Nothing more than a brown, 200 yard wide river divides the

two countries. We pan down from the landscape to a birds-eye

perspective of the river.

The source of the key notes in the music floats onto

screen... A MARIMBA (looks like an oversized xylophone)

played by TWO MEN on a raft made of intertubes and wooden

palettes.

FOUR similar rafts float into view. The ones moving right

are cramped with people -- the ones moving left, product.

BOYS with long poles push the rafts forward.

We move towards one of those rafts with people, where

everyone except for Sayra stares eagerly at the coming

Mexican shore. She stares at the surreal looking MARIMBA

raft.

12.

Horacio sits on the front of the raft. His bushy eyebrows

drip sweat as he joins Orlando in prayer.

...Amen.

HORACIO & ORLANDO

Horacio crosses his chest and looks back at his daughter, who

seems to ignore them both.

Their raft wobbles before it hits the shore, she clenches the

wooden boards, her knuckles whiten. Horacio steps off and

turns to help Sayra, but she still sits with her back to

them, frozen.

He turns and walks away along with Orlando. Sayra notices

they aren’t waiting for her. She stands awkwardly and runs

to join them.

13 EXT. CIUDAD HIDALGO - CONTINUOUS 13

Sayra catches up to Horacio and Orlando, who stand frozen in

front of TWO JUDICIAL POLICE OFFICERS.

JUDICIAL OFFICER #1

Welcome to Mexico. Papers?

The officers grab the three of them by the neck and force

them into a concrete building.

14 INT. CONCRETE BUILDING - CONTINUOUS 14

SEVERAL other nervous IMMIGRANTS sit on the floor in front of

another JUDICIAL OFFICER.

HORACIO:

(whispering)

Don’t worry, we’ll be okay.

SAYRA and ORLANDO do not look convinced. They are petrified.

JUDICIAL OFFICER #2

Okay, friends, first you will empty

your pockets of any and all forms

of money and valuables. Then you

will take each item of clothing off

and place it on the floor in front

of you. Start with your shoes.

They hesitate.

in the head.

Judicial Officer #1 knocks an IMMIGRANT MAN

13.

They all strip quickly to their underwear as the Judicial

Officers rifle through their clothes, cutting open seams and

opening their bags to collect their money.

Horacio looks at his cut clothes with steaming anger.

Embarrassed, Sayra covers herself as best she can.

15 INT. MARTHA MARLEN’S BEDROOM - DAY 15

Martha Marlen and El Casper (known as Willy to her) lay half-

naked in bed. El Casper takes photographs of her with the

digital camera. Martha Marlen is shy, she holds her hands up

defending herself from the lens, but secretly is amused with

it.

El Casper adjusts the BLACK STRINGED NECKLACE wooden tablet

with SAINT ANTHONY*** skirting her collarbone, then snaps

another.

He lays down next to her to inspect the photos. Her finger

caresses his tattoos while he figures out how to replay the

images.

MARTHA MARLEN:

Willy, will you give me one, too,

one with your name on it?

EL CASPER:

No.

MARTHA MARLEN:

No? Why not?

EL CASPER:

You want to look ugly like me?

She rolls over, sighing...

EL CASPER:

I like you just the way you are.

MARTHA MARLEN:

I’m bored.

EL CASPER:

Why?

MARTHA MARLEN:

We never go out, we never do

anything, just this. Take me

somewhere?

14.

EL CASPER:

Where?

MARTHA MARLEN:

Anywhere. Some place you like...

somewhere you go when you’re not

here.

EL CASPER:

Why go out? When we’re together,

we got all we need in the world,

right here.

MARTHA MARLEN:

Do you have another girl in your

hood?

EL CASPER:

What? No. Of course not.

MARTHA MARLEN:

If I find out you do, I swear to

God...

Martha Marlen makes a scissors sign with her hand, looking

down at his privates. She giggles.

EL CASPER:

What?

MARTHA MARLEN:

You’re shrinking!

El Casper looks down at his privates and shrugs. He turns a

little red, but overcompensates when he says...

EL CASPER:

It’s natural. It’ll come back.

He pins her down and starts kissing her again, quickly

snapping another photo.

16 EXT. COLONIA CONFETI BRIDGE - DAY 16

It’s late in the day as El Casper and Smiley walk back into

Colonia Confeti.

SMILEY:

So, does she have a friend for me?

Casper stops Smiley, searching for intent in his face, as if

he meant it as a threat.

15.

EL CASPER:

You can’t ever tell Lil' Mago I

take you to that house, understand?

No one can know.

SMILEY:

(intimidated)

Okay-

EL CASPER:

-Not a f***ing word.

Casper lightens up on him.

EL CASPER:

We’ll get your cherry popped. Not

just with a diecioyo, but with a

girl, too.

17 EXT. CIUDAD HIDALGO COUNTRYSIDE - DAY 17

Horacio leads a startled, if not more vigilant, Orlando and

Sayra in a fast march along an irrigation ditch in a green

field. Their clothes are stretched and their shoes cut up.

The air is filled with flies, mosquitos and other annoying

pests. Sayra slaps her own neck and moans.

HORACIO:

Again.

SAYRA AND ORLANDO

9-0-8-5-5-5-0-1-8-7

HORACIO:

Again.

SAYRA:

We got it.

HORACIO:

Say it again.

SAYRA:

I said we got it.

Horacio stops and looks at them sternly.

HORACIO:

You need to know this number, in

case anything happens, Yessenia

will help you.

16.

ORLANDO:

How much more, carnal?

HORACIO:

Six hours, maybe more.

Orlando looks back at Sayra, aghast.

HORACIO:

This is an adventure little

brother, we are adventurers.

(BEAT)

Easy or hard, we go on.

Horacio marches on.

HORACIO:

Now, say the number again.

18 EXT. EL LIL' MAGO’S HOUSE, COLONIA CONFETI - DUSK 18

In the cramped alleyways of the colonia, El Lil' Mago’s house

hums with REGGAETONE BEATS. The front yard somehow fits the

moth-balled carcass of an older model American car.

Children pretend to drive inside.

EL CASPER:

Welcome to the destroyer.

19 INT. EL LIL’ MAGO’S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS 19

It’s a grimy home of small, concrete rooms, poorly organized

and stuffed with detritus. The walls look like the grimy

tile of a subway bathroom, the rooms contained stained

mattresses and improvised furniture.

As El Casper greets the inhabitants, all respond with the “M”

”S” hand signs.

EL BOMBA:

Sup Casper? Did he get a chavala*

yet? (diecioyo, 18th Street Gang*)

El Bomba stands over a two range counter top stove warming

corn tortillas. Opened cans of vegetables litter the

counter. A teenage girl, KIMBERLY, helps him prepare the

food.

EL CASPER:

No.

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