Sin Nombre Page #4
17.
Smiley takes in the space while nervously touching the
scabbing marks on his face.
He gestures to EL SMOKEY and EL PICARO ironing their clothes
with their shirts off. They are covered in tattoos.
EL CASPER (CONT’D)
(whispers)
El Smokey and El Piqaro. They got
in today from San Salvador.
Thirsty?
El Casper grabs a TAMPICO from a watery bucket in the kitchen
and hands one to Smiley while leading him deeper into the
house, there are girls, and at least FOUR LITTLE KIDS who
belong to them walking about.
EL TURBINO, a skinny Mara, lays over a chair as El Peluguin
applies a tattoo to him. A cigarette dangles from his mouth.
EL CASPER (CONT’D)
El Turbino. ‘cause he smokes like
one...
EL PELUQUIN stands over El Turbino, hunched like a scarecrow.
EL CASPER (CONT’D)
...And El Peluquin. He can’t sit
down ‘cause he’s bleeding from the
ass. Hemorrhoids.
19A
They cross a patio to another room containing a TV and parts 19A
for building pipe guns, machetes, bats, chains and other
sundry weapons. At the end of the room, an alter to an
unknown Saint is adorned and candled.
Smiley points at a chimba, a home-made pipe gun.
EL CASPER:
When you earn it. For now, you
share like everyone else, what’s
from La Mara is for la Mara.
In the back room, El Sol catches a glimpse of El Casper, he
nods to Lil’ Mago.
EL CASPER (CONT’D)
El Sol, is the segunda palabra.
El Lil' Mago plays with his kid while his girl, DIANA, 18,
nags him in one ear. The girl doesn’t stop nagging, even
when he gets up to greet El Casper and Smiley.
18.
EL LIL' MAGO
My boys have arrived!
EL CASPER:
Sup Lil' Mago?
EL LIL' MAGO
How’d he do?
Casper shrugs, El Lil' Mago looks disappointed.
EL LIL' MAGO
(to Smiley)
You went to La Bombilla?
EL CASPER:
Yeah, we didn’t see nothing.
El Lil' Mago eyes El Casper sadly, then turns his attention
back to Smiley.
EL LIL' MAGO
Well, I got a little something for
you anyway, Smiley.
He leads them back to THE BACK PATIO past a broken SHREK
PI.ATA on the ground. Candy rappers lay scattered about.
ONE YOUNG CHILD sits amongst the trash, poking around for a
fresh piece of candy.
19B
El Lil' Mago burps his kid, who is starting to pass out on 19B
his shoulder.
EL LIL' MAGO
Wait here.
El Lil' Mago and El Casper disappear down a darkened alley.
Smiley stands by himself uncomfortably, TWO MAREROS play
“paper, rock, scissors” while another is dry-humping a girl
in a darkened corner.
THREE KIDS, the same ones who were fishing on the bridge,
watch from the top of their neighboring shack. They notice
Smiley.
BENNY:
Oh! Benito? How’d you get in
there?
Smiley looks up at them. They are the same kids from the
bridge.
19.
SMILEY:
My name is Smiley now... Smiley.
BENNY:
No way? Holy Cow!
(BEAT)
So how’d you get in there?
SMILEY:
I’m a marero, stupid.
Smiley shows them his bloodied knuckles. They look
impressed. El Casper comes back, motioning for Smiley to
follow. Smiley throws the “M-S” sign to the kids, they sign
back.
El Casper leads him through the colonia to a dimly lit shack.
El Lil' Mago opens the door and turns on his flashlight.
Inside a beaten IMMIGRANT is tied up, his face covered in
coagulated blood. Smiley looks disgusted.
EL LIL' MAGO
El Sol found him today amongst a
group of pollitos... in La
Bombilla.
El Casper flashes a look at El Lil' Mago, who lifts up the
man’s shirt, revealing an XVIII tattoo (18th Street) across
his stomach. He looks at El Casper and Smiley, amused.
EL LIL' MAGO (CONT’D)
This is Mara-land pinche chavala-
BLEEDING IMMIGRANT
(crying)
I told you, I don’t do that sh*t no
more. Please. I’m just going
north.
EL LIL' MAGO
After we kill you, we’re going to
cut you up into 18 tiny pieces and
feed you to our dogs.
El Lil' Mago raises his pistol. The man writhes like a
wounded snake to avoid the pistol.
BLEEDING IMMIGRANT
Please, I have a family, I don’t do
that sh*t no more...
20.
Smiley smirks nervously at the man. El Casper is stoic, he
knows what is about to happen and he doesn’t want to do it.
He’s sick of it.
El Lil' Mago hands him a snub nose .38 SPECIAL. Smiley is
surprised. He motions to himself as if to say “who me.”
EL LIL' MAGO
Once a diecioyo always a diecioyo,
Smiley. Help him Casper.
Smiley can only stare at the gun, his heart races. El Casper
takes it, c*cks it, then places it carefully back in Smiley’s
hand.
EL CASPER:
(patiently)
We’ll do it together. Okay?
(BEAT)
Aim for his head.
Smiley nods, mentally preparing himself, but his knees shake,
his stomach queasy. They raise their weapons, El Casper
gently adjusts Smiley’s nervous aim, positioning it over the
man’s body. El Lil' Mago covers his child’s ears.
EL CUERVO (CONT’D) BLEEDING MAN
On three... Please, for the love of Jesus(
BEAT) (BEAT)
one, two, three-F*** you, mierdaseca, f***
you...
Smiley closes his eyes as El Casper first, then he, open
fire. The flashes illuminate their faces.
El Casper kneels down and listens. The man still breathes.
Blood floods towards their feet. Smiley, only wearing flip-
flops, backs up to avoid it. El Lil' Mago rub’s Smileys head
playfully. Smiley is green.
EL LIL’ MAGO
Watch the blood run, Smiley. You
did that.
Casper reloads his chimba with another shotgun shell, c*cks
it...
21.
21 EXT. TAPACHULA TRAIN YARD (AKA LA BOMBILLA) - DUSK 21
...BANG. Casper’s shot echoes across the train yard --
illuminated by the fading light of day and the radio tower
that casts a blue-green glow over it’s four tracks and
abandoned passenger platform and station.
Horacio, Orlando, and Sayra stumble in, exhausted.
in the space:
They take
150 HUNDRED IMMIGRANTS meander in the yard, huddling in
groups, sitting on the tracks and chatting. Some look
exhausted like Sayra and her family, some look scared, some
look outright scary.
Various MEN stare at Sayra and make comments - she’s a standout.
Horacio glares at them, then steers her protectively
towards the abandoned platform.
Suddenly, the ENTIRE CROWD moves, like a school of fish
avoiding danger. Horacio turns to see what everyone is
fleeing from. It’s nothing, TWO STATION SECURITY GUARDS with
SHOTGUNS. Those closest calm down. Some, who ran, are
already a hundred feet away.
Horacio and Orlando breath a sigh of relief. Lucresia,
observing the movements of the crowd, laughs with another
LOCAL about how the immigrants move like a school of fish.
An IMMIGRANT snaps at her, she snaps back.
22 EXT. ABANDONED STATION PLATFORM - CONTINUOUS 22
Orlando helps Sayra up onto the concrete ledge of the
abandoned station. He pulls her shoes off. She winces from
the pain. Her feet are swollen and blistering.
ORLANDO (CONT’D)
You just walked too much today.
Sayra winces again as he places his bag under her calves.
ORLANDO:
Let them air out.
HORACIO:
We’ll buy her some water.
ORLANDO:
We have no money.
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