Where The Road Meets The Sun

He drove his car straight into a wall.

Either his car failed on him, or he was committing suicide.

He's completely unconscious.

In the center of Los Angeles!

I made it!

Around nine o'clock, Clara.

Just now. I just got off the truck.

Look, I'll have you and the little one here in no time.

Five thousand dollars.

What's five thousand dollars hers?

Hers, the gringos earn in green bills!

How did you get this?

I killed someone who looked just like you.

Come on, what do you think? I have friends.

You better treat it like your son.

It costs a lot of money to buy this shit on the black market.

You're gonna go to heaven for this!

I got your back, bro. Welcome to the United States!

They get ten dollars an hour, plus tips!

That's four times what we get!

You know why? They think we have nowhere to go.

We have to do something, bro.

We're not going in today. We're on strike.

Are you nuts?

We'll get fired.

We're gonna teach that asshole a lesson.

He thinks he can pay us shit just 'cause we're illegal.

Well, no more.

Easy for you to say. You don't have a wife and a kid.

Listen to me, man.

I'm the one who got you that job,

and I say we don't go today.

I came here to make money.

Every penny I earn I send back home.

Don't count on me.

I'm not risking my job.

You and Spikey can stay and play house. Not me.

If you're gonna be that Paki's bitch,

better pack your shit and leave, 'cause you're not coming back hers.

Fins with me.

Welcome to the United States.

You guys wanna work?

Eighteen Months Later

Taka-san?

Taka-san!

Why?

Can I borrows pen?