Sin Nombre Page #5

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22.

Horacio pulls out a small TOOTHPASTE tube from his backpack.

He screws off the lid and with a string, pulls out a small

twist of PESOS and US DOLLARS. Both Orlando and Sayra are

surprised.

Horacio, pleased with himself, hands Orlando the pesos.

HORACIO (CONT’D)

Two big bottles.

Horacio looks at Sayra’s feet. He reaches to touch them-

SAYRA:

-No-no-no.

He reaches for her foot again.

SAYRA (CONT’D)

No!

Horacio sits in an awkward silence next to his daughter,

staring at her feet.

HORACIO:

Your second toe is longer than your

big one.

Sayra looks at her feet self consciously.

HORACIO (CONT’D)

That means you’re a fast runner.

He pulls out a FOLDED XEROX MAP of Mexico.

HORACIO (CONT’D)

Look. This is how far we got today.

See...

He places his finger at their position on the SOUTHERN BORDER

OF MEXICO with GUATEMALA, tracing along a RAIL LINE that

traverses Mexico to the NORTH-EASTERN border of MEXICO...

HORACIO (CONT’D)

...if la migra* (Border Patrol*)

don’t get us, we’ll be here in two

weeks-

SAYRA:

Two weeks, chucha?!

HORACIO:

Maybe three.

23.

...his finger arrives at a town called REYNOSA, south of

Brownsville, Texas.

HORACIO (CONT’D)

There... we cross.

SAYRA:

New Jersey?

HORACIO:

It’s not on the map.

He looks at her, she seems pale.

HORACIO (CONT’D)

Are you nervous? About the trains?

Bandits?

Sayra seems lost in thought. Horacio motions to the HUNDREDS

of Immigrants around them.

HORACIO:

Not half these people are going to

make it.

(he let’s this sink in on

her)

But we will.

He puts the map in his wallet. A picture of a woman peeks

out. Sayra pulls the picture out: a WOMAN holds TWO little

GIRLS, 4 & 5, with Horacio smiling behind them. The photo

only reminds her of who her father has been spending his last

ten years with. She doesn’t like it.

HORACIO (CONT’D)

Yessenia’s not as pretty as your

mother was but she has a good

heart.

Horacio notices a WOODEN BRACELET on Sayra’s arm with images

of SAINTS.

SAYRA:

Pretty girls.

HORACIO:

Thank you.

He takes the picture back and looks at it longingly. He flips

it over and caresses a ladies handwritten note, “vuelve

pronto.”

He notices Sayra still looking at the photo.

24.

Keep it.

too.

HORACIO (CONT’D)

They’re your family now,

SAYRA:

I don’t want a picture of your

family.

She gently pushes the photo back towards him. He puts it

back in his wallet.

HORACIO (CONT’D)

I don’t expect you to just forget

everything that’s happened, but I

would like you to try to understand

I did what I had to do.

SAYRA:

Horacio, we don’t need to act like

other fathers and daughters, we

don’t even need to be friends,

okay? We’re adults, as far as I’m

concerned, you’re taking me with

you, I’m grateful.

Orlando throws Horacio the bottle, who pops it open and hands

it to Sayra.

HORACIO:

Here.

Lucresia saunters by, announcing her products with a lazy

drawl...

LUCRESIA (O.S.)

Tortillas, soup, coffee...

HORACIO:

I’m going to call home.

He walks towards the impromptu cafe where other immigrants

are lined up to use the phone. Orlando yells after him...

ORLANDO:

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

Then break into laughter together.

SAYRA:

I remember him handsomer.

25.

ORLANDO:

Ah, no. I’m the handsome one in the

family.

Sayra smiles.

ORLANDO (CONT’D)

So, ain’t so bad, is it?

(BEAT)

Don’t act like you’re not a little

bit happy.

SAYRA:

If he wasn’t deported we wouldn’t

be here.

ORLANDO:

That don’t matter anymore.

SAYRA:

It does to me.

23 EXT. EL LIL' MAGO’S BACK PATIO - DUSK 23

Smiley sits by himself. He seems sick and slightly

bewildered. El Lil’ Mago sits down next to him, rubbing his

neck in a brotherly way.

EL LIL’ MAGO

The first time is like that.

You’ll feel better, you’re part of

a family with thousands of

brothers. Where ever you go,

there’ll be someone to take care of

you.

Smiley nods, he stares at the child playing in the candy

rapper trash, then at TWO DOGS eating a bowl of raw MEAT ON

BONES.

El Bomba comes out of the house with tortillas, a bowl of

vegetables and beans. Kimberly follows him with the bucket

of soda.

EL BOMBA:

Eat.

El Lil' Mago rises, grabs a tortilla and rolls it in his

hands, joining El Casper smoking a cigarette. Casper hands

the butt to El Lil’ Mago to share. Lil’ Mago holds his kid

on his lap.

26.

EL LIL’ MAGO

Hungry?

El Casper shakes his head. His cell phone BEEPS. He looks

at it, another text from Martha Marlen: Vienes o no? . He

stuffs the phone away.

EL LIL’ MAGO

Who was that?

EL CASPER:

Dunno, no Caller ID.

EL LIL’ MAGO

I hate that, you know, when people

don’t show their numbers? It’s

really impolite.

El Lil’ Mago studies El Casper’s response, he nods. Casper

finishes off the cigarette and scrapes it out. The embers

flare as they die.

Everyone in the yard stuffs their mouth.

EL LIL' MAGO

El Sol didn’t see you today, in La

Bombilla.

EL CASPER:

We must have just missed each

other.

EL BOMBA:

El Peluquin and Turbino are doing

dishes tonight.

EL TURBINO:

Eh, we did them yesterday.

EL BOMBA:

And I cooked yesterday... so? You

going to have our guests do them?

El Turbino looks at Piqaro and Smokey shyly. His food hangs

on the side of his mouth.

EL LIL' MAGO (CONT’D)

(to El Casper)

So, El Sol didn’t see you and it

took four days to find a chavala

for Smiley?

(he pauses, searching

Casper’s face)

(MAS)

27.

EL LIL' MAGO (CONT’D) (continuaci.n)

It’s cool, I don’t know, I guess I

just miss seeing you more, carnal.

Remember the old days? In

Brownsville, we used to kick it

like royalty.

El Casper half smiles, wistfully.

EL LIL’ MAGO

Sometimes I wish we could just go

back to those days.

El Lil' Mago gives El Casper a drunken kiss on his forehead,

then puts his toddler on El Casper’s lap. He strolls across

the patio and grabs Kimberly.

EL LIL' MAGO (CONT’D)

Casper, you look like sh*t, man.

Smile sometimes.

He motions to some of the other girls in the yard, before

dragging Kimberly into his room. El Casper stares into Lil’

Mago’s baby’s drooling face.

24 EXT. CROWS NEST, LA BOMBILLA - NIGHT 24

El Casper and Martha Marlen are perched in a 30 foot tower’s

basket overlooking the train yard. The city lights twinkle

in front of them.

Down below, Smiley throws pebbles at the ground, visibly

bored. El Casper videos her with the camera...

MARTHA MARLEN:

Stop.

He looks disappointed, hiding behind the camera. Her finger

lazily caresses his ankles...

MARTHA MARLEN (CONT’D)

What’s wrong?

El Casper turns the camera off.

EL CASPER:

Nothing. Why? We’re out of your

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