Sin Nombre Page #4
9.
MARTHA MARLEN:
Get off of me.
EL CASPER:
You going to calm down?
MARTHA MARLEN:
You better get off of me or I’ll
scream, I swear to God I will.
Faking like she’s going to scream, El Casper covers her mouth
with his. They give each other one long wet kiss.
MARTHA MARLEN (CONT’D)
I still hate you.
El Casper reaches around to his back pocket and pulls out the
nylon flowers.
Martha Marlen’s eyes light up. She takes the flowers and
pushes El Casper off of her, disappearing into the living
room/kitchen.
He can hear her fiddling with a bucket of water.
EL CASPER:
They don’t need water.
She comes back in holding the flowers in the cup.
MARTHA MARLEN:
I know.
She sets them down next to her bed. El Casper watches her
adoringly. She catches him, smiles, then pulls off his
hoodie and shirt all at once.
His body is covered in the same tattoos as El Lil' Mago: the
three points of la vida loca on his hand, a rosary around his
wrist, “perdoname madre mia” on his neck and over his heart a
still raw “Martha Marlen.”
He hugs her tight, breathing in her scent, then pulls her
down to him and rolling on top of her. They kiss again.
10 EXT. MARTHA MARLEN’S HOUSE - DAY 10
Smiley tries to look through the window but can barely hold
himself up long enough to see El Casper and Martha Marlen
moving sexually on her bed.
10.
He slips down, he eagerly tries to pull himself back up, but
is too weak from the baptism. He sits down, disappointed.
11 EXT. ROOF TOP - TEGUCIGALPA, HONDURAS - DUSK 11
Sayra watches the movements of the city from this vantage
point. Orlando approaches her from behind. She says nothing
to him.
He sits down quietly, appreciating the view.
SAYRA:
course there.
(BEAT)
You like golf?
ORLANDO:
I’ve never played.
SAYRA:
Me neither.
(BEAT)
I understand why you’d want to do
this trip. I’m not sure yet if I
understand why I should.
(BEAT)
I’ve just gone along, bad sh*t
happens and I just go along with
it. Just like your baby and Ceci
will have to, with out you.
ORLANDO:
If you want to stay, Nana won’t
force you to go, but...
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