Subida Al Cielo (Ascent To Heaven) Page #3

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Wait until the bus leaves.

It won't until it fills up.

When one's in a hurry, things stall.

Don't worry, I'll look after her.

Good-bye, my dear.

You're so corny, Oli.

Is that envy or a compliment?

Envy? I have them by the dozen.

Influential, like me.

Ha.

I like ripe fruit, not rotten.

Your influence just wilted.

You'll see.

I want to see my granddaughter.

Can I pay when I get back?

You know I always say yes, Mr. Nemesio.

Everything's on paper.

When justice is finally done in Mexico...

...and I get my land back...

...you'll get every penny.

- Much obliged, Mr. Nemesio.

- Thanks, boy.

Does it have to be full to leave?

Well, I have to make a profit.

We're all in a hurry.

- Fine, Congressman.

- Good bye.

How much?

Four tickets will be enough.

Give me the change.

- Fine, Mr. Eladio.

- Come on, Congressman.

You first. Go ahead.

That's okay.

- Hurrah for Mr. Eladio.

- Hurrah, hurrah.

Your change, Congressman.

Thanks, Silvestre.

- Sit over there.

- Get moving.

- Ready?

- Let's go.

- Step on it, man.

- Step on it.

Well, I'll be darned.

We have a flat.

You said it loud enough.

We're not deaf.

- Where's the spare?

- On top.

Come on.

Things can't go on

like this forever, and...

...when my situation changes...

...if there's anything

I can do for you...

I heard you'll be appointed judge.

In a matter of days.

Despite my forlorn appearance...

...the governor is a friend of mine...

...and the president studied

with a friend's friend.

Oh, that's good.

Here, let me light it for you.

Why let a cigarette go out?

To get some courtesy back, doll.

Do you want to put it out?

Patience, you'll be back in time.

Perhaps, but it's so slow.

A slow stride is

better than a tiring one.

- If I were the driver...

- You'd crash the bus.

Look at those curves, you

always lose control there.

Since when?

I'm not a handle.

It's all I can hold on to.

You're used to being supported.

Slopes frighten me, you see.

Back off, back off.

Buy yourself a scapular.

The fog looks like cotton.

Look.

The Congressman feels

safer beside Silvestre.

You don't feel well, do you?

I'm already sick.

Look out for that pothole.

You think I'm not looking.

That rock!

I told you, you fool.

Don't bother me, it's distracting.

Too many people in the kitchen

spoil the pan of chicken.

If it weren't for this wooden leg...

...I would be walking by now.

And the little angels

are so quiet.

Such innocence.

Move your arm, I can't drive.

Careful, please be careful.

You'd better stop

until the fog clears up.

We'd lose more time.

Others are in a hurry, too.

He keeps bothering me!

We all need to get there fast.

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