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In May 1980, Fidel Castro opened the harbor at Mariel, Cuba, with the apparent intention of letting some of his people join their relatives in the United States. Within seventy two hours, 3,000 US boats were headed for Cuba. It soon became evident that Castro was forcing the boat owners to carry back with them not only their relatives, but the dregs of his jails. Of the 125,000 refugees that landed in Florida, an estimated 25,000 had criminal records. John sits in the office to get his green card, pissing off the workers with their boring questions. After the questions, they put him in a dentition center with his female friend, Maria. John has a HUGE crush on her. She always got hit on in Cuba. John used to be fuming with anger when she got hit on. Her black wavy hair was John’s favorite thing about her. He loved the way she looked with makeup. They walk around the town, she shows him a man they have to kill for money.
“We can be outta this place in 30 days. Not only that, but we got a green card and a job in Miami.
“What are we gonna do? Go to Cuba and hit some beers or what?”
“No, man. Somebody else.”
“You're kidding. You’re not kidding.”
“Guy named Rebenga. Emilio Rebenga.”
“Maria, I know that name. He’s political.”
“Well, he’s coming in. Castro just sprung him. This guy was one of the top dogs for Fidel in the early days. But Castro felt like he couldn’t trust him anymore. You know, and threw him in jail.”
She points at guards walking in Rebenga.
“Didn’t he tortured a few guys to death?”
“Yep. One of those guy’s brother is a rich guy in Miami now, and he wants him to pay for it. That’s when we come in.
“I’ll carve him up real nice.”
Miami, Florida, August 11, 1980: Hundreds of Cuban refugees began rioting this morning at a detention center situated under interstate 95 in north Miami, burning tents and attacking immigration and naturalization guards with pipes, sticks, and rocks. Castro is packing his stuff in the tents while a riot is happening. Men start chanting libertad at Castro to startle him. Maria stands in front of Castro chanting with a pocket knife in her hand. Castro starts slowing walking out of tent. All of a sudden…John stabs Castro as he was about to escape. Castro falls on the ground with blood from his stab on his white button up. Scene cuts to John and Maria in a car with some other people, parked in front of a hotel.
”If I’m not out in 15 minutes, something’s wrong.”
He gets out of the car with one of the members of their group and walks up to the motel. A man opens the door as John knocks on room 9’s door.
”Hola! Come in.”
He walks in and puts his arms up in the air as he walks in. Showing that he has nothing on him.
”You mind leaving the door open? So my brother in law sees?”
“Sure! No problem.”
He closes the door. Btw I’m too tired to do the whole yk… blood scene. Let’s just skip to the part when John comes outta the motel with blood all over his face and whatnot. John runs out of motel with blood all over on his face. John shoots the man that kills his “brother in law” in front of the road. Maria comes out of the motel with two bags of cocaine in her hand while draping her arm around of the injured group members. She gets in the car with the group member. John drives away from the motel. OMG THIS IS WHERE WE SEE ELVIRA!!!! John and Maria come out of a car, dressed up in fancy clothes you would wear to a club. They walk into a white mansion.
”Frank Lopez meet John Lennon.”
” Mr. Lopez. It’s a real pleasure.”
”You can call me Frank. Everybody calls me Frank. My little league team, even the fucking prosecutors around town . They all call me Frank.”
“This is Maria Ribera. She caught one on the job.”
John puts his hand on her shoulder. It’s like giving a tigers a flower. He just wants to back her up against the wall and kiss the hell outta her. Maybe eat her out. Who knows? She smiles at Frank.
”Went right through.”
“We heard about that. Omar, tells me great things about you guys. Not to mention, of course, the nice job you did for me. That commie son of a bitch…”
”You don’t have to mention that. That was fun”
”Damn.”
Frank laughs and hands two drinks to Maria and John. He leads them to a black leather couch in the living room and tells them to sit down.
”Where the hell is Elvira? It’s late. Jesus! Fucking broad. She spends half of her life dressing, the other half undressing.”
They all laugh at Franks joke. While Maria is giggling at his joke, John rests his arm around her shoulder. She smiles at John. His heart paces when she smiles at him.
“What are you guys doing tonight? You wanna go to a nice club with me? You hungry?
”I could eat a horse.”
”Okay, they’ll cook you a horse.”
“I’ll eat it.”
Frank and Omar laugh at his joke. John notices a blonde sexy lady coming down in a glass elevator. His gaze fixates on her instead of Maria’s. He stares at the lady’s ass as she walks out of the elevator.
”Elvira, where the hell you been? It’s 10:00, I’m starving.”
”You’re always hungry. You should try starving.”
”Where you going? Come over here! I want you to meet some friends of mine.”
Frank walks to Elvira and holds her hand. Shes the woman John was laying his eyes on.
“Hello. So, there are 5 of us. Where are we having dinner?”
”I thought we’d go to the Babylon Club.”
”Again? You know, Frank, if anyone wanted to assassinate you, you wouldn’t be too hard to find.”
”Assassinate me? Who the hell would want to kill me?”
Frank laughs and leads them to the door to go to the club. They come out of a grey limo and walk into the club. The club has pink lighting with thousands of people dancing in the middle of the club. Dancing with a worry in the world. They all sit in a booth registered for Frank. Maria sits next to Tony while Frank is talking shit about people in the club.
”That fat bastard right in front of us is Nacho Contreras. El Gordo! He’s got more cash than anybody in this place.”
While Frank and Omar laugh at the joke, John sneaks a look at Maria’s chest. She doesn’t notice it. He looks back and Frank and laughs at his joke. John glances at Elvira, smoking her cigarette so elegantly. He stops looking at Maria’s chest and pulls his gaze away from her. Elvira looks at Frank.
”You wanna dance, Frank, or sit here and have a heart attack?”
”Id rather have a heart attack instead.”
Frank and Omar laugh at the joke while Elvira gets up to go to the dance floor. She turns to John and smiles.
”How about you?”
”What? You want me to dance?”
He gets up and follows Elvira. Maria rolls her eyes and continues talking to Omar and Frank. She knows relationships never work for John. John doesn’t view her as a sibling, but she does. On the dance floor, John is just hovering around Elvira as she dances.
”What’s your name?”
“What?”
”Whats your name? Elvira what?
”Hancock.”
”Sounds like a bird. Hancock. Flying around. Where you from?”
“Baltimore.”
”Where’s that?
”Look, it doesn’t really matter, okay?”
”Im just looking for a friend.”
” I don’t need another one, especially one who just got off a banana boat.”
”Banana boat? Hold it. You got the wrong guy. I don’t come off no banana boat. You’re thinking of someone else, maybe.”
”Aren’t you apart of the Cuban crime wave?”
”What you talking crazy for? I’m a political refugee here. So take it easy. Don’t talk crazy to me.”
”Sorry. Didn’t know you were so sensitive about your diplomatic status.”
”Fuck man. What is your problem, baby? You’re good looking. You’ve got a beautiful body, beautiful legs, a beautiful face. Only you’ve got a look in your eye like you haven’t been fucked in a year!”
”Hey, Jose. Who, why, when and how I fuck is none of your business, okay?”
”Now you’re talking to me, baby. I like that.”
”Don’t call me “baby”! I’m not your baby.”
”Not yet, but you gotta give it some time.”
“Even if I were blind, desperate, starved and begging for it on a desert island, you’d be the last thing I’d ever fuck.
John scoffs and walks over to Maria. He notices her laughing with Omar and Frank. He owns her. He grabs her by her hand and drags her out of the club.
”John, what happened. I was having a good time!”
He gets in the drivers seat and starts the car.
”Get in.”
She scoffs and gets in the seat next to him. She’s so pissed at him for making her leave so early. John drives to their beach house they bought. He pulls into the drive way.
“That chick, Maria…She likes me.”
”How do you know, John?”
”I know. The eyes, Chico. They never lie.”
She laughs at his stupid comment, knowing Elvira would dump him soon. John leans in and kisses Maria. He unbuckles his brown leather belt. His cock was hard all day, waiting for Maria’s sweet pussy. Wondering how wet her pussy is. How long it would take her to cum for him. Maria pushes him away.
”Jeez! You really want to do this in a car?”
”It’ll be fun.”
“Go do that with Elvira instead of me, John.”
Scene cuts to John and Maria in front of Franks house to pick Elvira up.
”Frank got held up at the golf course. He told me to come pick you up.”
Elvira points the yellow 1963 Cadillac Series 63 Convertible. Seats covered in awful cheetah fabric.
”In that thing? You must be kidding.”
”What are you talking about? That’s a Cadillac.”
”I wouldn’t be caught dead in that thing.”
Scene cuts to Elvira, John, and Maria in a car shop. John shows Elvira a different car she would like.
”So, you like this one better? It’s like one of them tigers from India.”
Maria laughs and glances at Elvira.
“You know what’s he’s been doing? Dragging me to the zoo to look at tigers. He says he’s gonna buy one. He does that and he won’t have any friends left. Not that you have any now.”
She laughs with Maria.
”You gonna drive around with a tiger, John?
”Maybe. Some lady tiger.”
”I thought you were taking me to Frank.”
”We’ve got an hour.”
“I’m bored.”
”That figures.”
Elvira scoffs and walks out of the shop.
“Check the car out, Maria, okay? And pay the guy.”
”Can’t you do it?
”You can take a taxi since you keep complaining like that bitch.”
Maria rolls her eyes as John walks to that ugly yellow car of his. Why is he treating her like this. He never treated her like this. He treated her like she was a porcelain doll.