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Author ········· Carlos Nunez
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Published ······ Oct. 2018
Language ······· English


A Minor God

written by Carlos Nunez



July 14, 2018




INT. BOXING RING - NIGHT

Cold Open, a muffled sound can be heard with a high pitched

buzz lingering in the high frequencies. Camera comes into focus

as we are dropped into the middle of a boxing ring camera

moving from side to side. Julio 19 stands with blood coming out

of his nose. He is laying on the ground on all fours realizing

he had just been knocked down. On the surface he appears goodlooking,

even handsome; he has a quiet steady look and

disarming smile which flashes from nowhere, lighting up his

whole face. But behind that smile, around his dark eyes, in his

gaunt cheeks, one can see the ominous stains caused by a life

of private fear of his Father, his life, and the knowledge that

everything that he’s worked for his now over.

We hear a booming voice from the referee starting his

countdown. Julio’s eyes are glazed over staring forward his

body in a prone position.


REFEREE

One!

EXT. TIJUANA MEXICAN BOARDER- NIGHT.


Mary Luz (27) stands between cars a look of anticipation and

fear is covering her face. She brushes her fingers lightly

across her face as she follows every car with her eyes. In the

distant sounds of dogs barking to the moon can be heard the

effects of a city falling to sleep.

She notices a car slowly approaching as it comes to a stop next

to her.

MARIA (O.S.)

Priscilla?

Priscilla (29) Mexican woman sits in the passenger seat in an

old sedan that rides skewed. Her face is pleasant, she nods.

PRISCILLA

Perdona Maria. Subete estamos

tarde.

Mary Luz runs back to the awning of the building behind where

she was waiting pulling a baby carrier from the shadows. Inside

is a 13 month year old baby asleep. She gets in the back seat

placing the Childs carrier next to her. She stretches her hand

towards the driver. Touching his shoulder. FRANCISCO(58)

Mexican man, gaunt in nature with a humble face. He puts the

car in drive.


MARIA

ADONDE VAMOS AHORA? QUE VA PASAR?


FRANCISCO

PRISCILLA se va yevar el nino. Y

va cruxar mañana en la mañana.

Ella de va esperar en Santa Ana

con tu hijo.


MARIA

Seguro que todo va estar bien?


FRANCISCO

Si, claro nunca tenemos problems

asándolo así. De adonde eres?


MARIA

De Oaxaca.

Mary stares out the window seeing the night life of Tijuana

shining on her face. Showing the true signs of worry covering

her face. Looking back at her child placing her finger between

his tiny hand.

The car comes to a stop. Fransico gets out as Priscilla slides

over into the drivers seat. He comes to Mary’s door opens it as

he stands looming over her. Empathic in nature and soft in

tone...


FRANCISCO

Todo va estar bien. Te prometo.

Nada te va pasar a ti o tu hijo.


FADE OUT.


FADE IN:

EXT.NIGHT TIJUANA MEXICAN BOARDER FENCE. NIGHT.


Mary Luz is huddled behind a graded Fence with a group of six

men and three woman. Francisco is giving them instruction on

what to do if they are given chase by la migra.


FRANCISCO

Aqui estoy para darles sequrida.

Obedecen todo lo que le digo.

Oreta no ay vigilancia al esqierda

de este barranco. Los vamos

avanzar asta las 6 de la mañana.

Si llegamos a nuestro rumbo en

tiempo va ayer una Van para

recogerlos. Si no vamos a tener

esconder todo el día asta que

puedemos caminar de nuevo en la

noche.


EXT. TIJUANA MEXICAN BOARDER CROSSING. MORNING.

Priscilla sits in the driver seat as the baby carrier is next

to her in the passengers seat. The baby is awake with bottle

being held upright by Priscilla’s free hand . Her car inches

forward as the morning sun starts to gain it’s full strength

towards the Mexican-American boarder. In front of her stands

several lines of cars getting check for American ID’s and

passports. She is calm in disposition. As she begins to sing to

the chorus of “ Los Bukis, Tu Carcel” we slowly inch forward

as she continues to sing as she approaches closer to the

boarder gate. She turns on the radio tuning it into an American

station. “Boyz II Men- At the End of the Road”, Is playing.

Priscilla approaches the crossing. Slightly lowering the radio.


BORDERAGENT

Hey how you doing?


PRISCILLA

Oh, I’m alright only hour and a

half wait this time. Not bad.

Priscilla reaches into her purse pulling out her passport and a

birth certificate handing them over to the Boarder Agent.


BORDERAGENT

Yeah Lucky day. Thank you.
He looks over her documents.

BORDERAGENT
What’s your reason you visited
Mexico?

PRISCILLA
Oh my grandparent’s hadn’t met my
baby yet.

BORDERAGENT
You crossed into Mexico by
yourself and the baby?

PRISCILLA
Yeah three days ago?

BORDERAGENT
Is that your baby Ma’am?

PRISCILLA
Of course officer.
BORDERAGENT
Where’s the babies father?

Her face begins to worry a sense of tension starts to grow in
her face. Never have they asked more then. “Are you an American
Citizen.”

PRISCILLA
SHIT... Probably getting someone
else pregnant with false promises.
He gives out a chuckle handing over her passport and birth
certificate.

BORDERAGENT
Have a good day, Ma’am
She hides her face to and takes a big sigh as she puts the car
in drive. Inching forward as an alarm sounds and the gate in
front of her comes closing down. To the right of her another
car crashes the gate and speeds forward. Startled she stops as
she observes the commotion in front of her as Border Agents
give chase. The baby begins to cry.
FADE OUT.

EXT.SAN DIEGO COUNTY MOUNTAINS. EARLY MORNING.
The sounds of doves can be heard as we see a family of quals
walk into frame as they scurry along followed closely behind by
two atv’s carrying Homeland Security Agents. The camera holds
on a bush for 20 seconds as we see the first person come out
from behind, crossing frame and into another bush.

CUT TO :
Maria is hiding in a bush, exhaustion could be seen in her
face. She looks down to her gallon of water in front of her
practically empty. She is huddle next to two other woman one
with a 6 year old child. Asleep on her lap. Francisco comes
into the bush where the woman are at.
francisco
Vamos a tener esperar, No penso
que van a venir hoy. Cuanto
comedia tienen.


Mark Erin.