Under the Same Moon Page #3

Hallowed be Thy Name...

What the hell were you thinking, David?

"I'm sorry" is not

good enough right now.

...as we forgive those who

trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation

but deliver us from evil.

Amen.

#There was a little ant #

# Looking for a home #

#And here it is ##

Time to go to sleep, okay?

- Good night, Tommy.

- Good night, Rosario.

Good night.

Rosario.

- Hi.

- I'm so sorry we're late.

- How was it?

- Oh, you know how banquets are.

Oh, my goodness.

Are you already asleep?

I don't think so.

You're trying to fool me, aren't you?

- You know this guy?

- Yeah. Yeah.

Well, actually, I forgot he offered

to give me a ride. I'm sorry.

- It's okay.

- Thank you for the ride anyway. Thank you.

- Good night, Rosario.

- Good night.

- Good night, Mr. Snyder.

- Good night, Paco.

- What are you doing here?

- Alicia said you were working late.

Come on. I'll take you home.

You should just date Alicia.

She's a lot more fun.

Ain't that the truth!

But I've always liked the quiet ones.

So, are you coming?

Or should I walk you home?

Okay, fine.

I know I said I liked them quiet...

but not mute!

Are you thinking about your son?

What you're doing

takes courage, Rosario.

The last time I talked to him,

he sounded angry.

I don't want him to grow up

with that anger.

It's just... I'm hurting him more

by being here, away from him.

He doesn't know why I left.

He only knows I left him.

That's why I want to be with my son.

Right now.

So, what are you waiting for?

But how?

Well, do what people do here.

I'm legal now.

I've got papers and everything.

Bus to Dallas, leaving at Terminal 1.

Bus from Houston, now arriving.

Ticket to Los Angeles. How much?

I can't sell a ticket to a minor.

- Where's your mom and your dad?

- I'm going to see my mom.

Then tell your dad he's gotta come

with you to buy the ticket. All right?

Okay.

Window 4, now open.

- Hi, how are you today?

- Hello. Where to?

Mr. Christopher Hamilton,

please report to the information desk.

Yeah, I kind of like her too.

What's the matter, kid?

Ah, don't like cops?

Me neither.

Unit 21, 1022 on Hildago Ave.

That's us.

Bus from Austin, now arriving at Gate 1.

Bus from San Antonio, now arriving at Gate 2.

- Can you help me?

- What do you need?

Ticket to Los Angeles.

- I have money.

- Are you trying to run away or something?

I'm going to see my mom.

Final call.

All passengers departing for San Antonio...

please report to Gate 1.

Sure, kid.

Whatever you need.

- What's the matter? You okay?

- I come back.

Where did you go?

Window 2, now open.

Do you have a car?

You know what, kid? Forget it.

I give you $100.

A hundred.

- Deal. Where we going?

- I show you.

- The car was picked up an hour ago.

- What?

No. No, no, no.

So...

where's my money?

I don't know.

- Where's my money?

- I don't know.

You don't know?

Yes, you know. I'm gonna tell you.

You're gonna pay up!

That's what you're gonna do.

Because I sure didn't drive

all around town for nothing!

Where are we going?

Don't move.

- Come on.

- Let go of me!

Be good!

Let go of me!

- What are you doing, Gerro?

- Mind your own business, Reina.

- I'm not goin'

- C'mon, c'mon, get outta here!

- I'm not goin' anywhere.

- Move, you idiot!

- Reina!

- I said move!

And you get the hell out of here!

You're all messed up!

- I don't know you, woman!

- But I do know you!

- You son of a b*tch!

- No kid, no deal.

- No kid, no deal.

- The kid owes me money.

- No kid. No deal.

- How much?

- A hundred bucks.

- Here, here.

- That's not a hundred-

- Go get high as a kite!

Jerk!

Reina, you're such a busybody!

You okay?

Careful with your green cards.

And the maps I gave you. Okay?

- You guys are set.

- Thank you, Doa Carmen.

What are you doing

with Carlitos's Walkman?

What's it to you?

I gave it to him,

that's why I'm asking.

- He left it for me.

- What do you mean left it?

His grandma died,

so he went looking for his mother.

He crossed over.

The dinner is in the oven, Mrs. McKenzie.

See you tomorrow.

Actually, I want to

talk to you about that.

I'm going to let you go.

Excuse me?

Did I do something wrong?

No, no, no, no. I've just decided

I'd like to try someone new.

Someone new?

But I really need this job,

Mrs. McKenzie.

But you have another job

already, don't you?

Well, yes.

But I need both jobs.

I need to send some money to my kid.

Oh, for God's sake, Rosario.

You'll find something else.

'Cause you're young.

Well, I need to get paid

for the last couple of days.

I don't think so.

But I've worked half the week.

You can't do this.

What are you going to do,

call the police? Here.

Ah, I just remembered.

You're an illegal, aren't you?

Not a good idea.

Five...

six...

seven...

eight...

nine, ten...

eleven!

So, are you going to

take me to the bus?

Not a chance! Not after

what happened this afternoon.

You're too young to travel alone.

Mmm.

It's just... I have to be there

by Sunday morning.

Well, then we'll have to

think of something.

- Where are you, Doita?

- Hello!

- Good afternoon.

- Afternoon, Mrs. Reina.

Hello.

Who are they?

Illegals, like you.

Watch out.

The main man has arrived!

What smells so good, Reina?

Meatballs!

Caray!

And who are you?

Carlos Reyes, at your service.

Leonardo Sanchez Nava,

nice meeting you too, buddy.

Your tenants are getting

younger every day.

Wash your hands!

- Go on, dirty bastards.

- Help me set the table.

Come on.

Do we look like

the seven dwarfs to you?

Damn, this is good!

And it'd be even better with a beer.

- Yeah, a cold one.

- Hey!

Don't get Reina mad.

You know the rules.

No booze.

We just gotta take it...

like men.

There you have it. Cheers!

Move back, move back!

- Let me see!

- Watch it there!

- There he goes!

- Shoot, shoot!

Goal!

...a classic! The "Chivas" score!

You thought they'd beat us!

A fluke, buddy. Just a fluke.

The meatballs!

- That's who we're picking up.

- Them?

- Who's this?

- We're taking him to L.A.

- We still got three jobs to do!

- So he'll come with us.

To the fields?

- Are you kidding me?

- Do I sound like I'm kidding?

- Then you're being stupid!

- Okay, let's get going!

If you don't like it,

get another ride. C'mon!

Okay, move over.

Make room, buddy.

Watch it!

- Watch it! Cool it!

- Move the backpack.

#He came from the sky

But he's not a plane #

# He arrived in his spaceship

Right from Krypton #

# So he's obviously not an American #

Listen, everyone. Put on the hats.

Boxes are over there.

Questions?

- No.

- Then, get to work!

# And though it hurts to admit it

Superman is an illegal #

# He's a journalist

Well, so am I #

# He didn't serve in the army

What's up with that #

# Well, he's blond

blue eyed and well built #

# And I am dark

fat and really short #

What are you doing?

Get back on that pickup!

I wanna work.

Hey! Put this on.

# He doesn't pay taxes

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