Signature Move Page #2

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Ah.

(grunting)

(groaning)

What's my signature move?

How do I get one?

Mm, you don't need

a signature move.

Besides, the right one

can take years to develop.

Oh.

It's got to come

from your soul.

Ah.

You're so good.

Why'd you retire?

Well, wrestlers never

really retire.

In fact, I'm supposed to

compete again in a few weeks,

but my knee's killing me.

Huh.

And I don't have

the right outfit.

Oh.

(claps)

Oh. (claps weakly)

Okay, Mom, it's either

an instant message,

or an email, it's not both.

Hm.

So, what did it, uh,

What'd it say?

Okay, so what should we do?

(gasping)

Ah!

Mm, gracias.

Thank you, gracias.

Spicy.

So that one's chicken,

and this one's steak.

There's no pork, right?

I don't eat pork.

Me neither.

You don't?

Nope, I'm half Jewish.

Which half?

That's for me to know,

and for you to find out.

So, how did your

whole family get here?

Well, my mom traveled a

lot with the luchadoras.

She stopped wrestling

when I was born.

She wanted to go back to school,

but my dad didn't want her to,

so she left him after

my brother was born,

and then we came here.

Hm.

How about you?

How'd you end up here?

They came for the same

reasons as your family.

Money, jobs, opportunity.

What's funny is, my

mom, back in Pakistan,

used to be way more moderate.

And then she moved here, and

she became more conservative.

Like, more Muslim, even?

I would've loved

to have met her then.

You don't talk

to her about it?

Mothers and daughters

aren't friends in our culture.

Well, not in my family.

We love each other, we

care for each other,

but even wanting to be friends,

my mom would say, Zaynab,

that's a very American concept.

Zaynab...

Does that mean anything?

Precious flower, or one

who glorifies her father.

[Alma] Wow, how's that going?

My father died a

little over a year ago.

Oh god, I'm sorry.

Yeah, he, um, died

of a heart attack.

And then my mom moved in

with me.

Now I'm her caretaker.

Are you and your mother friends?

Oh yeah, God,

I tell her everything.

Luna Peligrosa.

You remember her name?

(laughing) I do.

What does it mean?

[Alma] Dangerous moon.

[Zaynab] How did she get that?

You know, I don't know,

actually.

So what about you?

Alma, what does that mean?

In Spanish, it means, soul.

[Zaynab] Soul.

[Alma] Yeah.

[Zaynab] So, tell me

something else I don't know

about you.

Hmm, I was in a telenovela.

Come on.

Yeah, really, back in Mexico.

I was a kid, literally, a child.

And actually terrible.

They didn't use my cut

for broadcast.

I would be so much better, now.

(Zaynab laughing)

Sh, sh.

I know you're supposed

to be good for us,

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