All the time I spent trying to get into the theater, he could've just quietly walked out to meet me. I feel like kicking the guy.
Looks like Cortez is enjoying the movie. Good for him.
You have no idea what I went through to find you. First--
Do you like movies?
Sure, who doesn't-- Wait a second, I was trying to tell you that--
I don't much like modern movies, myself. They're either too loud and expensive, or too obscure and self-indulgent. But old movies -- really old movies -- have a charm and a simplicity that appeals to me.
Listen, please don't interrupt me again. It's starting to piss me off.
Why did you make me search all over the city for you?
Search for me? I've been here for hours, serita. I haven't moved. The question ought to be, what made you go out of your way to find me?
But I have never interrupted you! Unless I've had something important to say, of course. But go ahead. What is it you wanted to talk about?
We agreed to meet this morning, remember?
I had nothing better to do.
What's so appealing about old movies?
As I remember it, there was no agreement. I said "tomorrow", but you refused. I assumed you weren't interested. I apologize for making myself unavailable, however.
A beautiful girl like yourself always has something better to do. I apologize for inconveniencing you today, but I had to...disappear, for a little while.
Ah, now you're changing the subject! That's more my style, isn't it?
Don't give me that. You wanted me to come looking for you again.
Actually, no. I had to...lay low for a few hours.
You can be annoyingly smug at times, did you know that?
Of course. And I apologize for being so hard to locate today, but I had to...lay low for a few hours.
Does it have anything to do with the cop that was staking this place out?
Nyo! So it was a good thing I didn't stick my head out the door to look for you, then, si?
He's gone now. Are you in some kind of trouble with the police? Wait, don't tell me. Immigration.
No, serita. Not the police. There are bigger players than the police.
I don't wanna know. I'm not getting mixed up with the mob or gangs or anything like that.
There's not much you want to be mixed up in at all, is there?
My life's complicated enough as it is, Mr Cortez. I don't even know what I'm doing here.
Answers. You want -- you need -- answers.
You keep telling me that, but you never give me any answers. Just more questions. Like who's out to get you? What's going on with me? How come you know so much about me?
I plan to answer all your questions today, April. By the time you go to sleep tonight, your world will have changed. And nothing will ever be the same.
You're just being cryptic again. It's like soap opera sex. Lots of boring dialogue, and when they finally do go to bed, everything's dark and covered by blankets.
You want the full monty, then? Come with me, come outside. No more talk. I will show you the truth.
