Post by Carter Hayes on Oct 24, 2016 0:55:49 GMT
INT. INTERROGATION ROOM - SOMEWHERE IN MEXICO - MORNING
The room is small, cold and bare, but for a Mexican flag stationed in one corner, a water cooler in another corner, and a wooden table in the center.
At the table sits "CRYBABY" CARTER HAYES, wearing an orange jump suit, his wrists cuffed together.
With the sound of a buzz, the door leading to the room opens and in step two Mexican Officers: FRANCISCO MENDOZA and ALEJANDRO MONTALBAN. They fix their eyes on the Crybaby and take a seat opposite Carter at the table.
Alejandro smiles. He pulls out a cigarette from his jacket and lights it up. He takes a long drag, blowing a cloud of smoke in Carter's direction.
Alejandro looks to his partner. They exchange confused looks.
Francisco reads from a note pad.
Carter looks from Francisco to Alejandro, and then back to Francisco. He gulps.
Francisco is getting angry. He grits his teeth and clenches his teeth.
Carter is getting nervous, and is breaking into hysterics.
Carter, now in in full-blown hysterics, sucks in a large pocket of air and holds it in.
Alejandro and Francisco look at one another. They don't know what to make of the situation.
Carter is still holding his breath, his face turning from peach to red...
...And from red to purple.
Carter passes out, his head hitting the wooden tabletop.
Francisco turns to Alejandro.
We hear the sound of a buzz and the door opens. A female officer enters.
The female officer exits the room, and a moment later returns with MORT GOODMAN, suite and tie, a briefcase in his hand. Mort approaches the officers. He hands Francisco a business card.
Mort exchanges handshakes with the officers.
Mort notices Carter passed out, face down on the table.
The officers look at one another and shrug.
Mort waits for the officers to leave, shutting the door behind them. He moves to the water cooler: the five-gallon container is about a third full.
Mort removes the container and carries it over to the unconscious Carter. He looks over his passed out former protege before lifting the container over his head and unleashing a downpour of water over the Crybaby, jolting him to consciousness.
It does not take long for Carter to come to sorts, and recognize Mort. Carter smiles.
Mort cuts off Carter with a solid fist to his nose.
Mort rocks him again. Carter brings his cuffed hands up for protection.
Carter begins to answer, but without words, he silences himself.
Mort grabs the seat opposite Carter.
Carter doesn't respond. His eyes are diverted, as he cannot bear to make eye contact with the man who has served as his lifetime father figure.
Mort takes a handkerchief out of his pocket, hands it to Carter.
Again, Carter looks past Mort, not able to make eye contact.
Carter shakes his head. Mort studies him.
Mort opens his briefcase and pulls out his iPad. He navigates through various screens, and then pushes the iPad toward Carter.
INSERT - IPAD SCREEN
The screen is set to a still frame of a video from CAMERON HAYES'S BANTAM WRESTLING MATCH.
END INSERT
Carter presses play. We hear the audio-- the whistle being blown, the quick, short-lived cheers of Grace in the background, the thud of Cameron hitting the mat, and the sound of the whistle ending the match.
Carter's face becomes contorted with horror and disgust as he watches.
Mort shrugs.
Mort takes out an envelope from the briefcase. He slides it to Carter.
With that, Mort closes up the briefcase, and exits the room.
FADE TO BLACK
The room is small, cold and bare, but for a Mexican flag stationed in one corner, a water cooler in another corner, and a wooden table in the center.
At the table sits "CRYBABY" CARTER HAYES, wearing an orange jump suit, his wrists cuffed together.
With the sound of a buzz, the door leading to the room opens and in step two Mexican Officers: FRANCISCO MENDOZA and ALEJANDRO MONTALBAN. They fix their eyes on the Crybaby and take a seat opposite Carter at the table.
ALEJANDRO
Senor Haynes, yes it is?
CARTER
It's Hayes. I've already told
you, my name is Carter Hayes.
ALEJANDRO
So you say, yet you have no
identification to prove this.
CARTER
I already told you, I lost it.
ALEJANDRO
Mr. Hayes, you've been picked up for
indecent exposure, running naked
through the square in broad daylight--
CARTER
I wasn't running--
ALEJANDRO
Excuse me?
CARTER
I wasn't running. You make
it seem like I was streaking?.
ALEJANDRO
Streaking?
CARTER
Yeah, you know, streaking, like Will Ferrell
in Old School. No? Forget it, it's not
important. Look, my clothes were stolen.
FRANCISCO
Yes, you said that.
FRANCISCO
You passed out, and when you came through,
you were naked. This is your story?
CARTER
That's right.
FRANCISCO
And so it is our fault, yes? You
just spontaneously passed out,
and Mexican citizens robbed you?
CARTER
It wasn't spontaneous. I black--
CARTER
It was probably from the heat.
FRANCISCO
Oh, the heat? The awful Mexican
heat is to blame for you passing
out, and oh yeah, then you were
taken advantage of, and I assume
you the perpetrators were Mexican?
CARTER
Well duh, we are in Mexico .
FRANCISCO
You Americans, you're all the same.
You come to another country, party
like you have no care in the world,
get into trouble, and then try to
tarnish our good name.
CARTER
Listen, I don't know what's going on here. I'm
not looking for problems, I just want to go home.
ALEJANDRO
It is not that simple, Mr. Haynes.
CARTER
It's Hayes.
ALEJANDRO
You have no identification, no license,
no passport. We can't just send you back.
CARTER
Listen, I can't stay here, no offense,
I love you country, but I need to get
back to America! You can make it happen!
ALEJANDRO
Mr. Hayes, calm down.
CARTER
I can't calm down! There's gotta be
someone you can call, an embassy!
ALEJANDRO
We will figure it out, but until we
do we will need to hold you, as we
can't just have an undocumented
foreigner roaming our streets.
CARTER
What!?!
ALEJANDRO
You will return to your cell while we
make some calls and try to figure out--
CARTER
No!
ALEJANDRO
No?
Alejandro and Francisco look at one another. They don't know what to make of the situation.
FRANCISCO
Senor, we cannot let you go until
we go through the proper channels.
ALEJANDRO
This is not helping--
FRANCISCO
Mr. Haynes, if you would just--
Francisco turns to Alejandro.
FRANCISCO
This is exactly why we need a wall.
The Americans, they send us over
their worst, and then we get stuck
with them and can't send them back.
FEMALE OFFICER
Mr. Hayes's attorney is here.
FRANCISCO
His attorney?
FEMALE OFFICER
He says he has all of the necessary paperwork.
FRANCISCO
Send him in.
MORT
Mort Goodman.
FRANCISCO
You are this man's attorney.
MORT
Worse than that-- I'm his father-in-law.
FRANCISCO
I'm so sorry.
MORT
Yeah. Me too.
MORT
What happened here?
FRANCISCO
This was not us, amigo. He did it to himself--
really. I know it sounds crazy, but he--
MORT
Held in his breath until you gave
him what he wanted, and then passed
out when that didn't happen.
ALEJANDRO
You've seen him do this before?
MORT
More times than I'd care to admit.
You mind if I have the room?
ALEJANDRO
The room is yours.
Mort removes the container and carries it over to the unconscious Carter. He looks over his passed out former protege before lifting the container over his head and unleashing a downpour of water over the Crybaby, jolting him to consciousness.
CARTER
Aggghh!!! What the--
MORT
Wake up.
CARTER
Mort! Thank God you're
here! You need to--
CARTER
Yeeoooww!!!
CARTER
Stop!
MORT
Stop? Stop? Carter, you are lucky I
do not beat you to death right here,
right now, and find a nice place in
the Mexican desert to bury you. Where
the hell have you been!
Start talking!
Start talking!
CARTER
I--
Mort grabs the seat opposite Carter.
MORT
Three months! Three months, and no word!
CARTER
I sent a letter.
MORT
A letter!?! You have a wife! You do
remember your wife, don't you-- my
daughter!?!
She was beside herself!
She was beside herself!
CARTER
(muttering)
I highly doubt that.
MORT
Come again?
CARTER
I can explain.
MORT
Explain? You're gonna explain walking out
on your wife, your newborn daughter, and
your newly adopted son? I knew things were
bad at home, but Jesus, Carter, who does that?
MORT
You look like shit.
CARTER
How's Grace?
MORT
How do you think she is? She doesn't even
know I'm here. If she did, she would've
probably talked me into leaving you hear
to be someone's permanent pinata. Carter,
what happened between the two of you?
CARTER
You-- you wouldn't understand.
MORT
Of course I won't understand, because any
explanation you have will be absolutely
non-fucking-sensical, but be that as it
may, I want an explanation.
CARTER
I couldn't do it, okay? The kids, Grace
is a natural, and I-- I just got in the
way. When Cam came to live with us, and
then the baby came, Grace threw herself
completely into the kids. She emptied
herself for the kids until there was
nothing left for me!
MORT
That's called being a parent,
you selfish sonofabitch.
you selfish sonofabitch.
CARTER
I guess some of us aren't built to be parents.
MORT
Well you better grow the fuck up and
learn real quick, because those kids--
particularly your son, needs you.
MORT
Carter, let me show you something.
INSERT - IPAD SCREEN
The screen is set to a still frame of a video from CAMERON HAYES'S BANTAM WRESTLING MATCH.
END INSERT
Carter presses play. We hear the audio-- the whistle being blown, the quick, short-lived cheers of Grace in the background, the thud of Cameron hitting the mat, and the sound of the whistle ending the match.
Carter's face becomes contorted with horror and disgust as he watches.
MORT
That's your son, Carter.
CARTER
How-- how did he take the loss?
MORT
You know what he said after he lost?
Absolutely nothing. He could not care less.
MORT
There's your new passport, everything that
you'll need to get home. I'm disappointed
in you, Carter. Whatever this crisis is
that you're going through, you need to work
through it. You may have lost your chance
with Grace, but your kids-- especially your
son-- they need a father, and I'm too old
to fill those shoes.
FADE TO BLACK
