Native Gardens 12

Border patrol.

You are on my property, Mr. Butley

I’m protecting my property, Señorita del Valle.

That’s almost Doctor Del Valle to you, Butley.

To build a fence. Never.

Virginia, please get up.

But there’s a stop order.

Well, a little sign can’t stop us.

GET OFF MY LAWN!

It’s our lawn.

Get off our lawn before I call the police.

It’s our lawn. Thought we could talk this out. But no. There is no talking with you people.

This is my property. My land.

No, it’s my land. I’m building my fence to keep you out!

She’s right.

Here you go. I’m returning your flowers to you.

No! Stop!

You stop, Frank.

Unhand my husband’s flowers. Or else!

No!

Not the tree!

My Oak tree!

Stop!

I’m going to call the police.

I can’t be part of an incident!

None of this would’ve happened if it wasn’t for the barbecue.

No, they would’ve been happy with a normal lawn. But no. You had to go exotic.

Native is not exotic.

It’s ugly. It goes against the historical landscaping of this neighborhood.

It was here before the neighborhood ever existed.

Oh my God! Demonios!!!

AGHHH!!!!

Tania are you okay?

ARGHHHH My Water…

The Baby!

It’s coming.

Tania, just breathe.

I am breathing! (scream)

We have to get to the hospital.

I don’t think so…

Stay focused.

Forget it. I don’t think I can walk anymore.

Wait, you can’t have your baby out here in the field! Like…

Like a peasant?!?!

Get a grip, Frank.

(scream)

Tania, Honey, it’s okay, lean on me.

Ginny, I’m so scared. Help. My baby…

Can you take another step?

I have to lie down.

Breathe Breathe Breathe. I’m so sorry Tania. This got too big…we lost sight.

It’s okay. (scream) Ay Dios Mio de los Santos!!!!!

I love you.

Puta Madre!

We are here. It’s going to be fine.

Arghhhhhh!