My Family Page #3

Memo was always | doing homework.

He did enough homework | for the whole family.

I'll get it.

There I am, working deep | in the corn, no?

Pulling out the weeds, | pulling weeds,

pulling weeds, | and suddenly,

I pull up a snake!

You know, | a big old rattlesnake

at least | 10 feet long, yeah?

There I am. | I dropped him real fast, no?

And I go for this great | big cornstalk.

And... ole! Ole!

He's still moving. | There I go. There I am.

Huh?

Jefe!

El telefono.

They say it's important.

Ya voy. | I'll be right back.

Close the door.

- Telefono. | - Si.

Memo!

Hello.

Yes, I'm Jose Sanchez.

Que

What?

The police?

No.

My son Chucho?

No, no, no. | No, he couldn't be involved

in anything like that.

Hola, jefe.

Where you been, huh?

Out.

Out?

What does that mean?

It means out.

You're out of school now.

Are you looking for a job?

No, I'm not.

See, I got money, jefe.

Where do you | get this money?

I just get it, that's all.

Selling mota, is that it?

- Selling mota? | - No, no, no, Jose. Ya.

What difference | does it make, huh?

No es tiempo para esto.

The police called | here tonight...

la policia!

I didn't raise my children | to be sinverguenzas...

delincuentes!

When I think of all the years | I struggled without complaining,

like... like when I came here

by walking all the way | from Michoacan,

and what your mother went through | to bring you back when you were a baby

so you'd grow up | to be a man with respect!

Don't you have any pride?

Look at your sister Irene | and your brother Paco...

in the navy!

Jose, Jose, suficiente.

Pero tu...

selling marijuana | like some hoodlum!

No tienes conciencia

No tienes dignidad

F*** la dignidad!

F*** it, | and f*** your struggle!

You think anybody cares | about it here?

Huh? This is | all they respect in this country,

not la dignidad.

It don't matter how you get it,

as long as you get it.

I don't want | to be like no Mexican!

Huh-uh. | If you think for one minute

I want to spend | all f***ing day

pulling up weeds | and mowing lawns,

you got another | thing coming.

A la chingada con eso!

I don't want | to be like Irene.

I don't want | to be like Paco.

Most of all, | I don't want to be like you!

Jose!

Por favor, no!

Por favor, no! Chucho!

Chucho! Chucho!

No hagas esto, mijo,

no hagas esto.

Get out of here! | Largate!

Get out of here! Largate!

Get out of here!

Chucho!

Chucho! Chucho!

Que estas haciendo

Get out of here! | Take this with you!

Jimmy! Jimmy!

Why did he leave, | Mommy? Why?

He will come back, mijo.

He will come back.

There was | no communication at all

between my father | and my brother Chucho.

They were | from two different worlds.

To my father, | there was dignity in work.

He crossed the bridges | every morning

to work | to support his family.

My father felt | that he was right

to throw Chucho | out of the house,

but deep down | in his heart,

he didn't feel so right.

It's just like heaven

Being here with you

You're like an angel

Too good to be true

But after all

I love you

I do

Angel, baby

My angel baby

Ooh, I love you

Ooh, I do

No one could love you

Like I do

Ooh, I love you

Ooh, I do

No one could love you

Like I do

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, | ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, hoo

Ooh, hoo.

Thank you.

Woo!

The music's playing

And the lights are low

You give me kisses

And pull me close

There's a little voice | inside my head

Whisperin' in my ear

"Are you really sincere?"

You say you need me

So much tonight

But will you feel the same

In the morning light?

There's a little voice | inside my head

Whisperin' in my ear

"Are you really sincere?"

Though I give myself to you

I want to know that it's right...

Cut it, puto.

And you're not putting on

A show just for tonight, | whoa, whoa, oh...

I said stop | f***ing with me!

Chinga tu madre.

I really do

Your promises are sweet...

Aah! Aah! | Ahh! Aah!

Chucho, you got him. | Let's just go...

Chucho! | He's got a knife, Chucho!

Arrgh!

Aah!

Chucho!

Baby, come on!

Had enough, huh?

Had enough, puto?

Oh my God! | Oh my God!

Chucho, come on, baby.

We got to get out of here!

Come on, Chucho! | Let's go! Come on! Chucho!

Come on! | Let's get out of here!

Hey, Paco!

I was stationed in San Diego, | when it all came down,

so I was able to come home | a couple of days later

to be with the family.

It was the worst for Jimmy.

He was so young,

and he loved Chucho so much.

It was hot that night.

The Santa Ana winds | were blowing.

They called them | the devil winds.

Hey, little vato.

I brought you this.

No one saw me come in.

All right.

Mmm.

Mmm.

It looks bad, Chucho.

Real bad.

It'll be okay.

Listen, little vato.

You act like | nothing's happening, you know?

Just go play | with your friends.

I can wait out la placa.

They'll never find me here.

Okay, Chucho.

I've been | in bad scrapes before.

I'll get out of this okay.

Y mi jefita, como esta

She's been crying a lot.

Y mi jefe, que dice

Nada. Dad never says nothing.

Tell him...

Tell him...

vete.

No! I want to stay here!

Before they wonder | where you are.

All right.

Go on out there, | so you can help me out tomorrow.

Hasta manana.

Ay, Jose.

You've got to stop this.

Toni will be here | any minute.

Give me.

If you don't hurry, | I don't know how I'm going to do this.

I don't know what to do.

Maria...

could he have done | all that they say he did?

No, Jose. | Not Chucho.

I wish I could | hold him again...

like when he was a little boy,

and tell him I forgive him.

Maria, I feel | I'll never see him again,

- and if I can't... | - No. Jose, La Virgen would never,

ever let that happen, eh?

No.

We will see him again.

Si.

Of course we will.

Apurate, Jose.

The suspect, Jesus Sanchez, | also known as Chucho,

is believed to be | in the surrounding four-block area.

He's a known pachuco | gang leader...

a known criminal. He is armed | and extremely dangerous.

He has killed, | and he will kill again.

Do not hesitate | to use your weapons.

Your lives may depend on it.

It's getting dark. | Let's get this job done.

Let's go! | Watch your backs.

- Boom! Boom! | - Aah!

Ohh!

Ha ha! | Ohh! Ooh.

Ay, Paco.

It's so good | to have you home, mijo.

I can stay here at least a week.

You know, | it's Toni's first visit,

and I don't | want anything to go wrong.

Don't worry, mima.

It's still | the same old Toni.

Hey!

Mama.

Hey, Jimmy, | you want to play ball with us?

Hermana, I like your outfit.

Suave.

Mira Irene's hair.

You like it? | I've been experimenting.

Don't you get hot | in this getup?

Shh! Shh! No.

I just offer it up, Memo.

Hey, it's time for Lucy!

Lucy!

I love | that show, Mama!

- We always watch it at the convent. | - Con permiso.

What's the matter with them?

They don't want to watch,

and I don't blame them.

Watch what?

Great catch, Jimmy!

What are you talking about?

I already talked | to some of his friends, jefe.

It was all just an accident.

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