Sin Nombre Page #6
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:
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.
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