NAKED BEACH

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.

PETE

Where are you from, Mike?

MIKE answers while typing.

MIKE

What do you mean where am I from?

PETE

Yes, where do you come from?

MIKE

Well I was born here, in Florida.

My father is American and my mother Hispanic.

Why? Why do you ask me that?

PETE

Then you must know a lot about racial issues?

MIKE

Like any other American, I guest.

PETE

It doesn't seem so....

MIKE

Why?

PETE

Look by yourself.

PETE goes to the tables and throws to MIKE some pages from the script. MIKE reads some lines.

MIKE

What's wrong with it?

PETE

Okay, let me ask you a question.

Would you let you sister get fucked by a nigger?

MIKE

Well, If she loves him, why not?

PETE

Mike. you're worse than I thought. You're a nigger lover.

MIKE

Fuck you, PETE! I just ain't racist. That's all.

PETE

Perhaps because you aren’t white enough

MIKE

Cut that shit. I'm white.

PETE

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.

MIKE

I won't discuss that crap with you. It is my script and

you don't have any right to criticizes it.

PETE

But you’re writing about me. Aren’t you?

MIKE

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.

PETE

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?

MIKE

In a way, everybody likes to look someone down.

PETE

You see!.. (To Sanibel) Now, tell me, Sanibel, are you racist?

SANIBEL stands up and starts to leave to the room.

PETE

She doesn’t know Jewish are racist too…she’s stupid.

SANIBEL

Cut that crap, PETE

PETE

You’re just a piece of shit, Sanibel. A poor Jewish hooker

piece of shit.

SANIBEL

Fuck you, PETE!

She runs to the next room. PETE returns to MIKE

PETE

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.

MIKE

Not now… continue!

PETE relaxes on the couch and keeps on telling.

PETE

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."

MIKE

Your old man was a mo'fuck. Do you think like him?

PETE

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.

MIKE

Have you ever killed?

PETE

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.

MIKE

Which means, you have killed

PETE

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.

PETE

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.

MIKE

What ever happened with your friend Alan?

PETE

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.

MIKE
Well, what goes around comes around!

Naked Beach copyright 2007