La Bamba Page #2

Rock 'n' roll to a bunch of cowboys.

My husband, Steve,

drank himself to death in here.

Don't you owe his boy something?

We should've brought Chino.

I need a drummer.

Screw the Silhouettes.

Ill keep the beat for you.

They got drums inside.

What're you going to play?

Boney Maronie.

Boney Maronie? To these sh*t-stompers?

Howard, they're here!

Cut the jukebox.

Testing, one, two, three.

Sure good to see you folks

out there tonight. Everybody having fun?

Turn the jukebox back on!

One of our local boys is making his

professional debut tonight right here.

Let's give a great big

round of applause for...

...Ricky ''Ricardo'' Valenzuela.

Howdy.

Here's one out of Lubbock, Texas.

Lubbock, Texas?

Follow me.

''You don't know

what you've been missing''

We were rocking, man, we were rolling!

Didn't I tell you? We don't need no band.

We just play the bars with the drummer.

Me, for instance.

Im talking about making money!

Im talking about making music.

My music. That's all I care about.

What you need is exposure.

A big place where you can sell

a lot of tickets, put a lot of posters up.

You gotta think big!

-You want to be my manager?

-Sure, I can do it.

I can get the American Legion Hall.

Steve was a World War I veteran.

What, you don't think I can do it?

Just for that you can be my flunky.

Mom, thanks, but no thanks.

Anybody but Bob.

-What does that mean?

-Just take care of Rosie, okay stud?

Try staying home for a change.

Listen, punk....

-I don't need you--

-Stop it, both of you.

Richie, don't be so ''High Tone.''

And you Bob, you're your brother's keeper.

You never heard of that?

'Morning Connie, Richie.

'Morning.

You missed a great show last night.

Richie was wonderful.

Really? Im not surprised.

Im flying this coop.

Catch you all later.

Im late for work.

What did I do with my purse?

''Flying the coop.''

That's it!

''Richard Valenzuela and his Flying Guitar.''

-This is it. What do you think?

-This is beautiful, man.

With some publicity we can raise the roof.

You're dreaming, Valenzuela.

They wouldn't even let us into this place.

No, I told you. My mom, she set it all up.

Since when is your mam

running this band?

-We need all the breaks we can get.

-I heard that. Richie's right, man.

No dice, Chino.

I decide what's best for the Silhouettes,

and this ain't it.

So, let's beat it out of here.

What's his problem?

Are you guys coming or what?

I guess it's ''what.''

What's going on?

Show business, mijo.

Show business? These look like sh*t.

A monkey can draw better than this.

Oh yeah?

Should have kept my mouth shut.

Every wall, every liquor store.

Every telephone pole in town.

Hit them all! Now, tear buns!

We need a little help

hanging that crepe paper across there.

Those chairs don't go there, Felipe.

They don't go there.

You're looking really handsome.

The girls are gonna go crazy over you.

-There's only one girl I care about.

-Who's that?

Nobody you'd know.

-Is everything in order in here?

-Perfect. Thanks, Rosie.

We're gonna pack the place, Mom.

I hope so. We paid for this place

with our rent money.

Someday I'll buy you

the house of your dreams. I promise.

Tell me about it. Where is Bob?

Three cups, thirty cents.

Here's your change.

Ten cases. Counting the door, that's $150.

We gotta do this again.

-Did you find Bob?

-What do you want? No.

-Did you look?

-No!

-He's pretty good.

-He's great.

What'll you have?

Can I have a Coke?

Here's a little number...

...for the criminal element here tonight.

And you know who you are.

Look at my Richie...

...shining like a star.

Look at Bob.

You're drunk, Bob. Give me that bottle.

That's my brother.

A**hole!

Stop it!

Why, Bob?

How could you do this to Richie?

To Richie? I did this to me!

That's my Bob.

Always thinking of others first.

-Shut your goddamn mouth!

-Don't take it out on Rosie.

You don't understand.

You don't understand a goddamn thing.

What do you think,

the whole world revolves around you?

Is this where you live?

No.

I live down the street.

Hop in, Ill take you home.

Why don't we just go for a drive?

Okay, you drive.

What do you think?

Not bad...

...for a birthday present.

You say you're not rich?

My dad sells cars.

Can I help it if he knows his business?

He just didn't want me

walking home anymore.

Because of me?

How come you've been avoiding me?

Is it that blow-out at the dance?

-Don't be silly.

-Then what's the problem?

My dad.

Does it mean I can't ask you out

on a regular date?

Why don't you ask me?

I got my own wheels now.

Who cares what my father thinks?

Get your ass in gear.

We still got a lot of places to stop at.

Look at this.

Its Woody Woodpecker and Buzz Buzzard.

This is the real stuff.

-They make cartoons out of these things.

-Can it, jerk-off.

Its kiddie stuff.

Finders, keepers.

Yes?

He lives here. Why?

Happy birthday, mija.

-This man here wants to talk to you.

-Hi, Richie.

Mind if I call you Richie?

My name is Bob Keene, Im president

of Del-Fi Records in Hollywood.

I don't speak Spanish.

But we can speak business.

Let me just say that l...

...I really dig your music,

and Id like to record it.

What do you say?

Welcome to Del-Fi Records.

I work out of the basement.

This is your recording studio?

The Ampex is good,

the mikes are excellent.

What more do you need? Relax, Richie.

This is just for starters.

I thought we'd start off easy.

Play a few riffs,

move on to a couple of vocals.

Nothing heavy.

When you're ready, we'll record.

What? Do you mean today?

What about my band?

Frankly, I can't use any of them.

Is that a problem?

Yeah. They're my buddies.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Wait, Richie.

Wait a minute, man.

I understand about friendship.

Im being honest here.

Not everybody in this world

gets a shot at the brass ring.

You're going to have to ask yourself

what's more important, your friends...

...or your music.

My family.

-Is that you?

-Richie, come here.

Did you trace this or what?

Trace, hell. This is free hand. Look at this.

Art contest. $500 in prizes.

Think I should enter it?

Yeah, go for broke.

Fantastic.

I wasn't there when it happened.

But in the dream, it's like I am.

My best friend got killed.

Got crushed by one of those falling planes.

Where were you that day?

My grandfather's funeral.

I guess his death saved my life.

Thank you.

My mom says it means

I was saved for something special.

Know what it is?

Rock 'n' roll?

Im gonna be a star...

...because stars don't fall

out of the sky, do they?

You think Im gonna dump garbage

for the rest of my life?

How will you support the baby?

Drawing Woody Woodpecker?

I don't want that piece of junk in here.

Then to hell with you.

You don't respect any sh*t I do.

What about your respect for me?

I almost have to rape her just to have sex.

To her, it's dirty.

Look, Bob...

...it's cool if you move in with me...

...but what about when the baby comes?

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