La Bamba

Richie...

...time to get up.

The harder you work, the more you're paid.

What's holding you up?

Come on, we're wasting money.

''Don't you touch me,'' I says.

''Im tired of being hit by men, already.''

So, I punched him.

His feet went up, and when he hit the floor,

I thought he was dead.

I says to him, ''Sweetheart,

if you don't like it, you can lam it.''

So he lammed it.

Richie?

Bob?

Richie, you taking a break already?

So, Mr. Big Shot...

...you finally showed up.

Im lucky I even found this place.

Rosie...

...this is my brother, Bob.

Why did you wait a year to join us?

Bob, watch it! My guitar, man.

Sorry, l didn't know that piece of junk

was so important to you.

I even sleep with it.

It's no hole.

Come on.

Jersey Joe.

Joe Louis.

Rocky Marciano.

You okay? Can you move it?

You all right?

Can you move it?

You've grown, cabrn.

You're a big sucker for 16.

-What's the matter, you miss me?

-No.

You should have.

What was it like inside?

The joint is the joint.

Why didn't you come home

after you got out?

We haven't had a home since Steve died.

Don't be such a dreamer, man.

My dreams are pure rock 'n' roll.

-Go wash your hands for dinner.

-Okay, mama.

You little pigs.

Im going to tell your mothers on you.

Wait and see!

You tell 'em, Rosie!

Mom, what in hell are you doing here?

Working.

I came to take you out of this dump.

Not before we make some money.

I mean honest money.

I've been working.

Why can't you believe for once?

Mom, what's going on?

We're getting out

of this sh*t hole tomorrow.

Okay.

Oh, God.

Oh, please.

Tell me you love me.

Why didn't you tell me

this was your first time?

You didn't ask.

You coming, Richie?

No, I'll wait up a while.

You're really something, you know?

What's up?

I should ask you.

Wait a minute.

Did I horn in on you?

Just forget it.

I thought you'd changed.

Come on!

Come stay with us sometime.

Bob got us a house in Pacoima.

We could visit L.A.

You'll be late for work.

My dad wouldn't like it.

Come on, let's go.

I love you.

'Bye, Connie.

Goodbye.

'Bye, Rosie.

Rosa!

Connie, don't let the baby fall off the chair.

Breakfast is ready. Im off to work.

-Don't ditch school today.

-Thanks, mom.

Rosie, the baby's with the girls.

See you tonight.

'Morning, Rosie.

'Morning, girls.

Bob come in last night?

He doesn't spend much time at home,

does he?

You do.

Yeah, well...

...Im me.

Quiet.

Class is in session.

Take out your history books. Chapter 7.

Who is the blonde?

I don't know. But I think Im in love.

Forget it.

She's way above your class, High Tone.

Just concentrate on that audition tonight.

-Hi.

-Hi.

They call me High Tone. You?

Donna.

Mind if I walk with you, Donna?

Sure.

I mean, no, I don't mind.

Donna. That's a nice name.

Look, call me Richie.

This is my class.

Where's yours?

In the gym. I have P.E.

You're late.

Yeah.

'Bye...

...Donna.

'Bye, High Tone.

Say, Ed...

...you wanna buy a kilo?

You did it, carnalito!

By the sweat of my balls.

You did it!

All right.

Richie, meet Rudy.

He's leader of the Silhouettes.

Look, Valenzuela...

...Chino tells me you're a hot shot.

What's that?

-My amp.

-Looks like someone threw it away.

Well, it's mine now.

So, don't worry about it.

No lie!

The pendejo was smoking weed.

He was smoking milkweed!

I got him back.

Go on, Rosie, take a hit, man!

Put a little mota in our love life.

Baby, I need some action tonight.

Come on, baby.

Rosie, come here. I was only joking.

Open the door.

Go away.

Know what? Let's get going.

-Go where?

-Home.

Other people sleep, you know.

You don't have to split.

Rosie, we're leaving.

Im serious. Stick around.

Rosie'll be out in a second.

Rosie, come on out!

Hassle it out with your old lady.

I know what's happening.

Good night, Bob.

Come on, Rosie.

Open the door.

I said, ''Open the door,'' goddamn it!

Stop it. Im trying to sleep.

Open the goddamn door!

Leave me alone! Go away!

Go get drunk for all I care.

Okay, babe, you asked for it.

Our first gig's next Friday night.

Let me see if you're ready by then.

Right.

Rosie, are you okay?

Yeah, Richie, what do you want?

Nothing.

Sorry, my mistake.

No, Bob. Its no use. No more.

Don't you ever get enough?

Is this all you want me for?

Come here.

What is it?

I made it. Im in the Silhouettes.

Really, mijo?

That's wonderful.

Who's the Silhouettes?

This is not like I expected.

You are not like I expected.

I don't have a life here!

You're always gone.

Do you think I like being here alone?

Look, Rosie, you're not my wife!

Stop being such a drag.

What the sh*t's eating you anyway?

Im pregnant.

Aren't you going to say anything?

What's there to say?

Its not my first...

...or my last.

You son of a b*tch!

What's going on?

B*tch! You b*tch.

Is it my fault you got pregnant?

Richie, don't!

-Its none of your business.

-But l....

I am not your puta!

Do you always carry a guitar?

Its my future.

Sure of yourself, aren't you?

Yeah. Aren't you?

No, Im the new kid on the block.

Poor little rich girl.

Im not rich.

Right.

My dad.

I want a place like this

for my mom one day.

Hi, Daddy!

I have to go.

Listen...

...Im playing at a garage party tonight.

Want to come?

-Garage party?

-Its my big debut.

It'll be a real gas, kitten. Please, come.

Okay.

Ill meet you there.

No problem.

I wrote down the address for you...

...in case.

-'Bye.

-'Bye.

Who's the big kid?

A friend.

What is he, Italian?

-Mom, look at Richie.

-I see him, baby.

Mama, when's Richie going to sing?

Pretty soon. Now stop asking me.

We thank all of you

for attending our dance tonight.

We hope you had an evening to remember.

So, until next time...

...speaking for myself, Rudy Castro,

and all the guys in the band...

...we are the Silhouettes,

bidding you a good night.

Goodnight, Richie.

What do they mean, not letting you sing?

Who do they want, Elvis?

No big deal. Ill make them come around.

They don't know who they're dealing with.

My granddaddy

was a full-blooded Yaqui Indian.

What's the matter? Bad dreams?

Im sorry, carnal.

I didn't mean to wake you up but...

...I need a place to crash.

No, man, here. Come on. Get some rest.

Keep your ass to the wall.

Im so messed up,

I may take you for Rosie.

Where'd you get this picture of Steve?

Mom gave it to me after the funeral.

I wish I could have been there.

But he was your dad, anyway. Not mine.

Don't forget to turn off the light.

You been laid yet?

Im serious. I know what your problem is.

Sperm pressure. Its scientific.

You got hard-ons all the time,

nightmares, wet dreams--

Shut up and go to sleep!

A kid your age

needs an authority figure around.

Believe me, I know.

I tried to go, Richie. Honestly.

-You don't have to apologise.

-Who's apologising?

My dad wouldn't let me.

-Honest to God?

-Honest.

I really wanted to be there.

Cowboy Palace!

I can't do it, honey. Richie's a minor.

He'll be singing, not drinking.

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