Wow….who knew I’d be the last one posting at 10:00 am Pacific time.<\/p>\n
This here sketch war is heatin’ up….
(and welcome back Michael!)
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EXT. SOUTHWESTERN DESERT – NIGHT<\/p>\n
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JUAN, JORGE and ESTEBAN, all three Mexican men in their early 30\u2019s dressed in ragged dirty clothes, crouch-walk through scrub brush under a night sky, talking in hushed tones.<\/p>\n
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JUAN<\/p>\n
We are almost there mi hermanos…almost there.<\/p>\n
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JORGE<\/p>\n
Madre de Dios! At last! We have made it!<\/p>\n
ESTEBAN<\/p>\n
My wife, my children, please forgive me for leaving you.<\/p>\n
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JORGE<\/p>\n
You have no choice my brother! We leave that they may survive.<\/p>\n
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JUAN<\/p>\n
Si Esteban! We cross the border so you can find good work, so you will make good money. When their bellies are full with the food they buy with the money you send back, they will understand…they will bless your name.<\/p>\n
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JORGE<\/p>\n
Shhh! Do you wish to alert the border patrols?<\/p>\n
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ESTEBAN<\/p>\n
I pray you are right my brothers.<\/p>\n
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JUAN<\/p>\n
Let us go, now, with no regrets. Let us go where the money still has value, where there are still jobs to be found, where our lives are not at the whims of corrupt men.<\/p>\n
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JORGE<\/p>\n
The border is just there. Run fast, run quiet, and do not look back.<\/p>\n
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JUAN extends his arm, hand open palm down, and looks at the others. JORGE\u2019s face tightens in determination as he clamps his hand down over JUAN\u2019s. ESTEBAN pauses, thinking, in turmoil. But he too tightens his jaw in determination and smack his hand down over the other two.
Just as the three men stand up and start to run, they are hit by bright search lights. They freeze shielding their eyes as BOBBY RAY and JIMBO enter, pointing shotguns at the three.<\/p>\n
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BOBBY RAY<\/p>\n
Well lookee here Jimbo. Looks like we got three little illegals tryin\u2019 to cross the border.<\/p>\n
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JIMBO<\/p>\n
Looks like.<\/p>\n
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BOBBY RAY<\/p>\n
Now just where in the name of Jesus did you three think you was goin?<\/p>\n
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ESTEBAN<\/p>\n
Please…just, let us go. For the sake of our families, please let us cross.<\/p>\n
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BOBBY RAY<\/p>\n
Did I hear that right Jimbo? Is he askin\u2019 us, a couple of duly authorized Minute Men, to let him just slip across this here border and pretend like we didn\u2019t seen nuthin\u2019?<\/p>\n
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JIMBO<\/p>\n
Sounds like.<\/p>\n
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BOBBY RAY<\/p>\n
Well how bout this, \u2018Pedro\u2019. How bout you three get your asses right back where they belong pronto before I lose my temper.<\/p>\n
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JUAN<\/p>\n
Mister, please, have mercy, there is nothing left for us in this country…<\/p>\n
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BOBBY RAY<\/p>\n
GODDAMN IT!!! I am gonna to count to three and y\u2019all best be steppin\u2019 away from that border….1…..2….<\/p>\n
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JUAN, JORGE and ESTEBAN step back. BOBBY RAY and JIMBO walk over beside them.<\/p>\n
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BOBBY RAY<\/p>\n
We can\u2019t have you boys leavin\u2019 the U.S. just yet – Uncle Sam needs all the cheap labor he can get right now. Y\u2019all go on with Jimbo and he\u2019ll give drive you back into town.<\/p>\n
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JUAN, JORGE and ESTEBAN exit following JIMBO. BOBBY RAY shoulders his shotgun and shouts after them.<\/p>\n
BOBBY RAY<\/p>\n
And you tell you\u2019re other illegal immigrant buddies that we\u2019re watching – ain\u2019t none of you gettin\u2019 back into Mexico \u2018til OUR economy\u2019s fixed.<\/p>\n
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Titles fade in over the silhouette of Bobby Ray Standing with his shouldered shotgun:
"THE MINUTE MEN – KEEPING AMERICA\u2019S CHEAP LABOR INSIDE AMERICA UNTIL WE\u2019RE READY FOR THEM TO LEAVE"<\/p>\n
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FADE TO BLACK.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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