A large slamming sound enters the scene as a close up of a stamp colliding with a piece of paper enters the screen. Lifting up from the paper the words “VISA” and “ADMITTED” are seen in a cute blue hue.
INT. CUSTOMS DESK - DAY
An older woman stares in front of her, eyes glued to a computer screen. There is a silence as she chews her bubble gum. A few clicks come from the mouse which her hand is on, a bubble forming around her mouth. Large, distracting, cons…
...pop.
CUSTOM'S AGENT:
(lackadaisical)
Date of birth?
OFF SCREEN WOMAN:
(strong accent)
[unreconigzable numbers]
CUSTOM'S AGENT:
Purpose of your visit?
WOMAN:
I’m here for wor…
CUSTOM'S AGENT:
Occupation.
WOMAN:
(annoyed)
I’m a Professional Fighter.
(lackadaisical)
Date of birth?
OFF SCREEN WOMAN:
(strong accent)
[unreconigzable numbers]
CUSTOM'S AGENT:
Purpose of your visit?
WOMAN:
I’m here for wor…
CUSTOM'S AGENT:
Occupation.
WOMAN:
(annoyed)
I’m a Professional Fighter.
*Another bubble pops. As typing can be heard. Another question appears on the horizon.
CUSTOM'S AGENT:
Are you declaring anything “Ms. Fighter”.
WOMAN:
I have a Brazilian Title Belt with me.
CUSTOM'S AGENT:
(equally annoyed)
Clothing doesn’t need to be declared. Only things of importance. Where will you be staying during your visit.
WOMAN:
Estou Viajando… opa… I will be travelling for eh.
Are you declaring anything “Ms. Fighter”.
WOMAN:
I have a Brazilian Title Belt with me.
CUSTOM'S AGENT:
(equally annoyed)
Clothing doesn’t need to be declared. Only things of importance. Where will you be staying during your visit.
WOMAN:
Estou Viajando… opa… I will be travelling for eh.
*A tapping sound can be heard. The screen still focused on the customs lady’s face. Blue screen hue and chewing in full frontal action.
CUSTOM'S AGENT:
Sure…
Sure…
*Typing ensues. Other customs agents are shown. Jovial men and women serving the public. Recovering important information and making sure nothing illicit like off brand vinegar or a lice infested quilt made its way onto the soil of the red white and blue. This was a taks force of only the most well knowledgable and well caring group. Sounds of feet shuffling, chitter chatter background and a sigh from directly off camera hits. It’s been a long day.
CUSTOM'S AGENT:
…Lastly your name.
PORTIA PORTANIA:
(snarky, sassy, snappy)
Eyyy, you can’t read it was on the belt mami. Portia. Portania.
…Lastly your name.
PORTIA PORTANIA:
(snarky, sassy, snappy)
Eyyy, you can’t read it was on the belt mami. Portia. Portania.
*The Customs agent smirked. Some actual energy flowed through her hearing the snap, the sizzle. It wasn’t enough to really excite her as nothing really could anymore. She pressedc enter on the keyboard. Sliding the passport over to the woman.
ZOOM IN ON THE PASSPORT
A passport photo of a beautiful brazilian woman graced the screen. She had a playful snarl, hair dark with slight blonde tips. A nose ring looping through her nostril. The name on document matched the information shared as in big large letters it said the name PORTIA PORTANIA.
HOLD SHOT OF PASSPORT
CUSTOM'S AGENT:
Welcome to America.