Bread and Roses Page #2
-lt 's not the Olympics, okay?
Yes, you will. Let me show you
something. Hold it. Plug this there.
-Are you trying to kill yourself?
-No.
-You 'll finish. Take your time.
Relax, take your time,
Take long steps.
Kind of swinging your butt...
your shoulders, your hips,
and you come back...
and then you go back the other
way. Act like you 're dancing.
-This is your man.
-Who? The vacuum?
-This is your man, okay?
-Sure.
If you do it like this, you 'll
cover the ground. Here, you try.
Go, go. You 're doing it right.
Come on!
We 're dancing, okay?
Easy up and back.
Up and back.
-Thanks.
-Way to go.
I 'm telling you, that 's your man.
Treat him good, he treats you good.
Watch it, Maya. First you have
to use the screwdriver, like this.
-This way is easier.
-That 's the idea.
-lt 's better than the finger.
-First clean up these little bits.
They 're stuck.
Look out, sometimes the wind
blows dirt in your face.
There aren't any new facts.
The judge isn 't ready to grant it.
He 's gonnawait.
Even if we win on a couple
of issues, it 'll be alright.
-lt costs a lot.
-I think it 's a good idea.
Have I told you my
theory about uniforms?
They make us invisible.
-Let 's do this other one now.
-Why?
We have to wait
until they come back.
What are you doing?
-Wait asecond.
-Christ, woman. What are you doing?
-lf this goes wrong...
-We 'll need the assignment language.
If this doesn 't work, you 'll
be up to your ass with terrible...
I know! Who pushed
the f***ing buttons?
You're crazy!
And this is just your first day!
There he goes!
Son of a b*tch!
Where are you, you a**hole?!
Son of a b*tch!
Where are you?
Excuse me.
Don 't be scared.
My God. Is that wax?
I 'm sorry.
Where are you, motherf***er?
We 're gonna get you, motherf***er!
Sh*t!
Get out of the way! F***!
Son of a b*tch!
-Where did he go?
-The other side.
Ernest, you went the wrong way.
It 's this way!
Which way?? Where??
What the f***?
People can get hurt here.
I 'm sorry.
-That 's okay.
-I 'm not a thief. I promise.
Don 't turn me in.
I gotta get to the
service elevator, okay?
Service elevator, okay?
It 's right there, down the hall.
Quick, please.
-Thank you, miss.
-You 're welcome.
Where are you, motherf***er?
Nobody touches that motherf***er!
He is mine!
This is really nice of you.
You 're not gonna get in trouble.
Shut up. Sorry.
That son of a b*tch. We lost him.
That's wonderful, a**holes!
What are you, triplets?
Hey, f***ing stop
calling us that, would you?
F*** off, baldy!
Just find him and quick!
Why don 't you shut the f*** up?
At least we 're doing something here.
And who was that? Was that
that ballfoot two inches...
Just set your fat ass up!
-You're the only one with a brain.
-It's alright. IIItake it.
Sh*t!
We gotta find him.
What do you got in there??
Books and old telephone books.
Okay. Get out.
Thank you.
That was exciting.
What is your name?
Berta?
Rosa? Teresa?
-Well, you 're not Juan.
-No, sure.
-Where did you get this list?
-ClA.
-Anna?
-No.
-Where did you get it?
-I stole it from their notes board.
-You are Maya, right?
-How do you know?
Who the hell are you??
-Auntie 's home, Ma.
-Yes?!
-Where were you?? What kept you?
-The queues were endless.
I got this because
the other kind was sold out.
I 'll get it.
-ls Rosa in?
-Yeah. Hold on. Mommy?
-What?
-There 's somebody at the door.
-Who is it?
-I don 't know.
I 'm Sam Shapiro, from
Justice for Janitors ' campaign.
I 'm Rosa, from
Justice for Rosa's campaign.
-Who is it?
-What do you want?
He has come to throw
the wax all over the floor.
Is this the clown
you told me about?
I 'm actually here
with the Janitors Union.
-May I come in for asecond?
-Yeah, sure.
Thanks.
Sam, are you any good
with electric fans?
No. You actually
don 't want me to touch that.
-This is Luis.
-Hi, Luis.
-Please, have a seat.
-Thanks.
You want money, huh?
More money than you ever imagined.
You know what this is?
-Let me see.
-Wait.
-This is a check stub.
-Exactly. How much is it an hour?
-US$ 8,50.
-US$ 8,50?
-What 's the date?
-December 22, 1982.
That 's 17 years ago.
Seventeen years ago...
plus health...
plus sick pay, plus holidays.
Today, Los Angeles, 1999...
you don 't have a Union deal,
you get US$ 5,75...
plus nothing.
Over the past 20 years they 've taken
billions of dollars from the poor.
Billions! Okay??
We 're gonna get that back.
Not millions,
billions of dollars! Billions!
You think I 'm nuts,
think I 'm kidding?
-I think you 're cute.
-You and what army...
is gonna get this
money back, pal?
Let me ask you something:
does Rosa ever work late?
No, she can 't. She plays golf.
Does she get overtime?
Are you out on a weekend pass
from the nut house?
Health care, dental care.
Not just for her,
for the whole family.
Listen. Let 's just say
one of your kids get sick.
-Or Rosa.
-Dad is sick.
-What??
-Dad is sick.
He needs an operation soon, or else
he will get worse. Much worse.
-What 's wrong??
-Diabetic. His eyes are really bad.
-Look, that 's my problem.
-Bullshit, come on.
-Watch your mouth.
-No offense.
You're ill, alright?
The kids are losing up. It 's all
because of these f***ing bastards.
These bastards at Angel do not
wanna pay health insurance.
-How much the sugar kits cost?? 300?
-He ran out of test strips too.
-lf Rosa had this health care...
-lf, if, if...
-lf I hear this word once more...
-Listen to me.
-He would get treatment by now.
-lt doesn 't have to be "if"!
In the Union buildings downtown,
every janitor has health care.
Don 't take my word for it,
go talk to them.
Go down there and talk to them.
Would you do that?
-I don't think so.
-Why not?
If you get together with them,
they'll tell you how they did it.
Step by step.
they're out, right?
-You stall with a few you can trust.
-I trust nobody.
-You go to a safe place...
-One mistake, I 'm in a black list.
Do you have any ideawhat
those bastards are like?
-There 's a chance.
-There 's every chance...
you can get fired. I 've seen it
before. Don 't give me any sh*t here.
What are you going to do?
Pay the rent, feed my kids?
And you?? You 'd better keep
away from this clown!
-Listen, they'll fire us anyway.
-3 months and she knows everything.
-That 's not what...
-Mom, take it easy.
-Do something!
-Keep quiet!
-You know everything, you 're f***ed!
-I don 't know anything.
I 'll get you another job, like this!
You know what, you two?? Homework!
Quiet! You! You know?? This is it!
We don't have any time anymore.
We have a lot of sh*t to do here,
we're busy. So get out.
Listening never hurt anyone.
That 's all I 'm asking.
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