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FADE IN.

INT. CLOSE SHOT – BEDROOM – CARLOS – DAY

CARLOS GUZMAN RODRIGUEZ, a gangly Latino teenage boy, is almost hidden under covers and snoring.

CARMELITA (OS)
CARLOS! Breakfast is ready! (beat) That boy, always sleeping.

CARLOS (muffled)
I'll be right there, Ma!

Carlos pops up.

He starts grabbing clothes from the floor.

He is quickly dressed in his usual T-shirt, open long-sleeved shirt and jeans.

He runs down the stairs.

INT. MED SHOT – KITCHEN – RAPHAEL

RAPHAEL SALAZAR PIZZARO, a slightly muscular teenage Latino boy, is grabbing ingredients almost at random for scrambled eggs. The kitchen is in serious need of a cleaning.

RAPHAEL
PAPA! Hurry up! You're going to be late for work!

PAPA (OS)
I'll be there!

Raphael's eyes roll as he scrambles eggs.

He grabs some plates and forks. He puts the plates on the counter.

PAPA, an older Mexican man, sits down next to a plate.

Raphael serves up the eggs.

PAPA
Eggs? Again?

Raphael glares at Papa.

Papa smiles at Raphael.

RAPHAEL
You are going to make someone a lovely widow some day.

Raphael puts the pan down, turns off the gas, and sits down next to his own plate of eggs.

PAPA
Is your homework done?

RAPHAEL
Mostly.

PAPA
Well, make sure it gets done.

Papa gets up and puts the plate in the sink.

PAPA
Your car working today?

RAPHAEL
It had better. Hector is starting to get annoyed at me.

Papa turns smiling.

PAPA
He is a good friend. For putting up with you if nothing else.

RAPHAEL
Yeahyeah. Shouldn't you be getting to work, old man?

Papa walks towards the door.

PAPA
Yeah. Don't get into too much trouble today, okay?

RAPHAEL
Do I ever?

Papa glares at Raphael.

Raphael grins.

RAPHAEL
Okay, so don't answer that.

Papa waves him off as he grabs a bag from the refrigerator.

Papa looks at a clock.

PAPA
Looks like I'm not the only one who may be late.

Raphael looks at the clock.

RAPHAEL
Damn.

Raphael flies up stairs as Papa leaves.

Raphael comes back down with a backpack and flies through the door.

INT. LONG SHOT – HOUSE – HECTOR

HECTOR “EAGLE” RUIZ MONTOYA, a thin Latino male with thick glasses, is leaving his home.

His mom stops him.

She hugs gives him his lunch and hugs him.

Raphael drives up in a beat-up Thunderbird. He lays on the HORN.

Hector extricates himself from his mother's embrace.

He jumps in the passenger's seat.

HECTOR
I hate my mother.

RAPHAEL
Obviously.

They drive off.