A scene from an original screenplay by Sergio Giral.
PETE’S APARTMENT INT. DAY
A small place with naked walls. A couch next to a coffee table and an
armchair. In a corner a naked dinning table. Next to it, a drawer. Throughout a door a small dark bedroom can be seeing. MIKE writes compulsively on his lap top. PETE opens the litttle bag and takes a pinch of dust and sniffs. SANIBEL paints her toenails seated on the armchair.
Where are you from, Mike?
MIKE answers while typing.
What do you mean where am I from?
Yes, where do you come from?
Well I was born here, in Florida.
My father is American and my mother Hispanic.
Why? Why do you ask me that?
Then you must know a lot about racial issues?
Like any other American, I guest.
It doesn't seem so....
Look by yourself.
PETE goes to the tables and throws to MIKE some pages from the script. MIKE reads some lines.
What's wrong with it?
Okay, let me ask you a question.
Would you let you sister get fucked by a nigger?
Well, If she loves him, why not?
Mike. you're worse than I thought. You're a nigger lover.
Fuck you, PETE! I just ain't racist. That's all.
Perhaps because you aren’t white enough
Cut that shit. I'm white.
Let me tell you things that you don't know. Where the
differences are. My grandparents came from Germany.
Yours, hell knows where from. Look at Sanibel, she’s a Jew.
That’s why she is so unhappy.
SANIBEL remains silent and stops painting her toenails.
I won't discuss that crap with you. It is my script and
you don't have any right to criticizes it.
But you’re writing about me. Aren’t you?
You know, PETE, we are through with this shit, I'm sorry
it didn't work out. Thank you for your help but I think this
is all over.
MIKE stands up and close the laptop.
Cool it down, man! This is just the beginning.
I want you to write a true story not any fucking
ideology shit loaded into your head.
America is a racist country and you know it,
whites are racist and motherfucker niggers are racist too.
Tell me Mike. Are you racist?
In a way, everybody likes to look someone down.
You see!.. (To Sanibel) Now, tell me, Sanibel, are you racist?
SANIBEL stands up and starts to leave to the room.
She doesn’t know Jewish are racist too…she’s stupid.
Cut that crap, PETE
You’re just a piece of shit, Sanibel. A poor Jewish hooker
piece of shit.
Fuck you, PETE!
She runs to the next room. PETE returns to MIKE
Stand by reality, Mike, don't want to turn me into
a black stupid turd. No argues, Mike. Keep me being white,
MIKE returns to his typing. PETE traces few lines of dust. He snorts and offers to MIKE.
Not now… continue!
PETE relaxes on the couch and keeps on telling.
My old man used to tell me "PETE, America is full of queers,
Jews and niggers. We are the only pure blood here.
We have to kick them out of our Arian nation."
Your old man was a mo'fuck. Do you think like him?
I'm cooler. I'm more democrat. I don't mind,
as long as they don't bother me. If they do, I could kill.
Have you ever killed?
Back home, some time ago, me and my friend Alan
used to bash immigrants. Mexicans, Haitians, Jamaicans
All the scum of the world. We waited for them by night, in a
dark alley outside their bars. Alan pretended to be an
immigration officer and ask them for documentation, then I
would come by the back and beat the shit out of them mother
fuckers before they even can say shit. Some had money, some
had jewelry. Others, nothing...Those got the worse beatings.
One way ticket to hell.
Which means, you have killed
Well, maybe. (He shrugs) I never knew what the fuck
happened to them, but once we had a tough one.
A Haitian he was, a real tough trade.
PETE stands up goes to a wooden box and takes out an iron mitt and stick it in his fingers.
I hit him in the face. He began bleeding but kept on fighting.
We rolled all over the street. Then Alan came from behind
And did something to the nigger. Don’t know what.
I was barely conscious and I heard a groan, as somebody
drowning, and the bastard stopped hitting me. We ran out of
the place. Next morning, I heard the news about a Haitian who
was found dead in the same spot where we were
the night before. He had his throat sliced open.
I can't tell if he was the one; I mean I don’t know for sure,
but any way, I have nothing to loose. Alan killed him, not me.
PETE snort one more line.
What ever happened with your friend Alan?
He was caught one day and end in jail.
You see, Mike. He had a very bad temper, never knew how to
say I'm sorry or excuse me... He was a real fucking ass hole.
Another inmate killed him…A nigger son-of-a bitch killed him.
Well, what goes around comes around!
Well, what goes around comes around!
Naked Beach copyright 2007