The Humanity Bureau Page #2

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Many times. Relax and

don't worry. It's painless.

Mom, these shoes

are pinching my feet.

He's a growing boy.

They won't be

a factor in my review.

He's free to take them off.

I'm taking them off.

Well, don't get the laces in a knot.

You received the registered letter

listing the documents I require?

Yes, I did, they're

in the living room.

Perfect.

No worries then.

Sorry.

What kind of gun do you have?

It's a Beretta PX4.

- You like it?

- Yeah.

It won't make you sick.

It's boiled and filtered.

We don't want you

dying at our table.

That's most considerate.

Thank you.

Why are you writing

all those numbers?

I'm attempting to verify

your mother's productivity rating.

As citizens of this great nation,

it's our duty to contribute

more than we take.

- You sound like my teacher.

- Mm-hmm.

We all must pull our weight.

She says that too.

Shouldn't people with more

help those with less?

In theory, yes.

But in practice, it's a

difficult concept to sustain.

Is that why we have to move?

Our score is too low?

We don't contribute enough?

You look thirsty.

My friend Bobby Sloan

moved to New Eden.

He promised to write, but he didn't

Not to me anyway.

I bet has new friends.

I bet he's forgotten

all about me.

I bet he drinks

lemonade every day.

I wouldn't be so hard on him.

Where is he now?

According to his itinerary,

Kross is reviewing a deportation

order in the town of Oliver.

Oh, she's a pretty woman.

The appointment was

scheduled for noon, so, uh...

Yeah, he should've returned

and filed his report by now.

Why the sudden interest in Kross?

He's up for a promotion.

Standard procedure.

Standard procedure.

Uh, since when, sir?

Send me his report

as soon as he's filed it.

And he's not to know

he's being investigated.

Yes, sir.

I can't remember the last time

we used the good silverware.

Lucas, I will glue your

mouth shut. I swear.

Please speak

when you're spoken to.

What'd you eat

for lunch today, Lucas?

We didn't eat lunch.

Just breakfast.

No one goes hungry

in this house.

You asked for this review.

I have to know

you can feed your son.

Well, I do my best.

My mom's pretty,

don't you think?

Lucas!

She's never been married.

Mr. Kross already knows that.

He knows everything about us.

Isn't that right, Mr. Kross?

Do you know how old I am?

You're eleven.

What is my middle name?

You don't have one.

Correct.

You're done.

How'd I do?

Why...

Why do you want to stay here?

Nothing grows.

There's no hope.

I think you just have

to look a little closer.

This is where

my son and I belong.

We're happy here.

The Bureau rarely makes mistakes.

And I have little say

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