ACT II
Jinco enters Catarina's bedroom. He paces about before delivering his speech...
Jinco:
I am a puppet master who cheated on his SAT's. I am a hired gun from Idaho, who left his Grandmother's house and never looked back. I am the crimson warrior poet who believes in rusty miracles. I am a panicked mime with a glass jaw, who lied about his psychic abilities to get into Bronx Boricua Intermedial College. But at the end of the day I am simply Jinco... the man who loves you.
Catarina:
I know Jinco, but father forbids our union. So you must leave now and never return.
Jinco:
Maybe if I have a chat with him he would change his mind?
Catarina:
Yeah; no I don't think so Jinco, he is a real ball sack when it comes to these kind of things.
FADE TO BLACK AS JINCO SLOWLY LIFTS A REVOLVER TO HIS HEAD
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