Tony Montana got his green card and finally got to step foot into the true American soil. And he isn't alone. He has a right hand man, or, woman.
Tony was working at the Little Havana restaurant one night. He was definitely less than thrilled with this line of work as a dishwasher. He wanted what he saw over there. Luxury clothes, going to clubs with beautiful women, and fancy cars.
"Why can't we be like those cockroaches over there? What makes them so much better than me?"
"Nothing makes them better than you. They just have money and we don't." This came from the voice of his right hand and best friend, Lucia Jackson. Yes she was a girl but she was one of the best he had ever met. She was ruthless and tough and for sure had what it took to make it in this cut throat world.
"One day, we gonna get there. I promise you that chica."
"Yeah well you might. But they don't take too kindly to women drug lords."
Tony was silent at this. What she said was true. But he wasn't going to do this without her no matter what. Then he got hit with an idea.
"I've got it. We cut your hair off and change your name. You could pass for a guy around here."
She tried not to let that comment sting. But then she realized it might not be a bad idea.
"Yeah. Let's do it."
Tony and Lucia went out in the back and chopped her hair short. She was already dressed like a man and now was just the name, which could be figured out later.
"Perfect. Now let's go meet Suarez."
They went out to the car where Suarez was waiting and with Tony's persuasions got a great job. What was better is that Omar Suarez didn't suspect a thing.
With that, they quit their jobs at the food stand and set out on achieving the American Dream.