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his nice little house downtown

and washes this costume off,

you and me, we're gonna be

in a real f***ing prison,

waiting, until they send us back

to where we all came from.

But you'll be alive!

Will I?

You may not be able to relate

to that, journalist,

but there's a reason

we left our homes.

I go back to tegucigalpa, papa,

and they're gonna

chop my head off.

There's a contract

on my head there.

There's a contract

on your head here.

Did you hear what he said?

He can get us out of here!

It's not all about you!

Don't talk to me

about what I want!

You wanna stop the love session

going on with your girl,

that's what you want!

But it ain't about you either,

cerote!

Rafa's brother trying to wire

money from San Salvador, right?

And your sister is working

on rounding up some cash, no?

My cousin's driving money over

from Kansas City.

He'll be in Phoenix in two days.

You wanna get sent back?

Speak up!

Now.

No.

Thanks for the noble crusade,

for the rights of the poor

centroamericanitos!

But we don't want a crusade.

We don't want new laws.

We don't wanna be in the papers.

We want a life.

I'm walking out of here

in two days, papa.

I'm never going back to tegus.

Never.

You keep your mouth shut.

When is the police coming?

You wanna get sent back?

I don't like it here.

I don't like it here either,

Antonio.

They put a phone in my hand,

I'm splitting this house

wide open.

Six months ago...

I got a call

from my cousin from Mexico.

Says he's in trouble.

Says he needs money.

It was weird.

I hadn't seen him

or talked to him

since we were, like, eight.

I hung up.

Two days later,

they call me again...

I don't know

what they were doing to him,

but the screams were...

They had me.

I would've paid anything!

The line cut,

and they didn't have enough time

to ask for anything.

You know what's gonna happen

to me if someone talks, yeah?

Come on!

Come.

What's a guy like you doing,

trying to get into America?

I mean, did you have a job?

I used to deliver booze bags

mama made at the house.

So, your mama made you

the bag b*tch,

so everyone would think

you had a job. Cute.

- It was a job.

- -Mm.

It was a job?

So where's all your money?

Where's all your money?

Huh?

-Why did you have to leave?

-I...

Come on!

What would possess

a guy like you

to make that journey?

My mama thought I could

send some money back,

so we could...

Mama sent you.

Mama sent you.

What did they say back home?

"This guy is going to El norte?"

"This guy?"

How the f*** did you

even make it here?

I can't call home!

If I call,

everything was for nothing.

The train.

The desert. That room!

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