My Family Page #4

I'm going to find him, jefe.

I'll get him | to turn himself in

before something worse happens.

This will all clear up.

Vas a ver, jefe.

You what?

L... l... I went out...

I went out to see him,

and I said I was your agent

and that you were wanted | for a big musical on Broadway.

They didn't want | to stand in your way,

so they released you | from your contract.

You don't work at Metro anymore.

I really dig Desi.

Throw something.

Aah!

Uh!

Ooh!

You okay, sir?

Damn spic son of a b*tch!

Get after him! | He went down the hill!

Hey, putos!

You're screwing up | our game!

Go get it, Jimmy!

Get the ball!

Go get it, Jimmy!

Chucho!

There he is.

What the hell was that?

Quedese ahi.

Chucho!

We got him!

Whoo whee! | We got him, Sarge!

That was a hell of a shot, kid.

What happened?

It's over there.

- Jefe. | - Jefe!

Chucho! Esta muerto!

They shot him!

Chucho!

No one is allowed here!

He's my son! Chucho!

Es mi hijo, senor! | Es mi hijo!

I'm sorry.

I'm his father. Is he alive?

- I don't know. | - I have to see him!

- No one is allowed here! | - Get out!

No!

No.

Let's get out of here. | Let's hit the street. Come on, now.

Back it up. | Let's hit the street!

Get on the street!

Get that gurney in here.

Let's get him out of here.

Hold those people back. | All of them!

Starting to get a crowd, Sarge.

Everybody said that the police | had killed Chucho,

but my mother | never believed that.

She knew he was meant | to die at the river.

Chucho's whole life had | been on borrowed time...

but you cannot | cheat fate forever.

The spirit of the river | had come back to claim

what was rightfully his.

Okay, Sanchez, roll it up!

He had been in | for armed robbery.

No one got hurt,

and a good lawyer could | have gotten him off light,

but a combination of | no money and a bad attitude

got him | a few years in la pinta.

My little brother Jimmy | was always a Ioner.

You never really knew | what was going on inside him,

except the anger.

That was always there.

Down on the riverbed

Down on | the riverbed

Down on the riverbed

I asked my lover | for her hand

A red-tailed hawk | circled overhead

A red-tailed hawk circled overhead

A red-tailed hawk | circled overhead

"Church on the hill," | is what she said

A monster cloud | like a big black hand

A monster cloud | like a big black hand...

Hola, hijo.

Hola, jefe.

Hey, I thought...

I'm going to go out | to the cornfield.

- Maybe you want to come with me? | - No.

Maybe later, eh?

Oh, yeah, yeah. Okay.

Later.

- I asked my lover for her hand | - See you, Jimmy.

Jimmy's arrival was painful, | but at least it was expected.

A few days later, | they had a surprise visitor.

No!

Mamita, no!

It's her mother!

Marcos! Don't you | touch her!

- Don't you touch her! | - Jefita, you can't...

don't talk to the TV.

He's touching her. | He's not supposed to.

She should smack his ass.

Good for you! | Don't you let him touch you.

Ha ha ha!

Yeah?

Antonia?

Antonia!

Toni?

Jefe!

I know it's | a surprise, you know,

with the, uh...

but I, um...

I just want | to tell you that, uh...

I left my order.

You've left your order?

- Why? | - What does that mean?

It means I'm not | a nun anymore.

So that makes two of us | that are out of the pen.

Jimmy, callate!

Would you get me | something to drink please?

What happened?

Um...

it, uh...

it happened when I was working | in Central America.

You know, | doing missionary work, and, um...

thank you.

A lot of things | happened, Mama.

And...

that is,

one thing led | to another, and...

um...

I'm married.

Uh... I'm married.

But Mama, he's the most wonderful | man I've ever known.

He's good and he's kind, and...

and I'm so happy.

I mean, we were | working together,

and he left | his order, too.

He left his order?

He was a priest.

Hijo de...

Un sacerdote

- Maria. | - Mama

Jimmy, get | a glass of water.

Jimmy, mi vida.

Maria.

Mama Papa.

Jefita.

Maria.

Ohh! Ohh!

Mama, okay,

I know it's | hard for you to understand.

All right?

No, Antonia.

You don't worry about me.

Papa

If it's okay with God...

I guess it's okay with us.

Oh, Mama.

I'm so happy.

Really,

I am happy.

And I know you're | going to love David.

And... and I know | he's going to love you.

I'll just go get him.

He's outside in the car. | I brought him.

Bring him in. | We wanna talk to him.

He's outside in the car.

I'Il... I'll just go get him.

Just a minute, all right?

Honey.

Oh my God.

You okay?

I'm fine.

Mr. Sanchez?

Hello, | Mr. Sanchez.

Mucho gusto.

I'm David Ronconi.

Mrs. Sanchez?

It is so wonderful | to finally meet you.

And this is Jimmy.

What's happening?

Toni's told me | a lot about you.

Well...

This is him.

And this is us.

Jose.

Eh?

Our children, Jose.

Antonia married | to a priest.

Are you up?

Antonia and a priest. | How can this be possible?

How could things | have changed so much?

Y Jimmy.

When I think of Jimmy...

mi querido Jimmy...

- How beautiful he was. Remember? | - Si.

And now...

I know.

What happened | to our children, Maria?

What did we do wrong?

I don't know.

Y Paco.

Still unmarried.

Wants to be a writer.

A writer.

Who's going | to pay you to do that?

Memo, he's...

he's still | in law school, eh?

Yes.

He's going | to be an abogado.

Come on. Come on.

Maybe he will do well.

Thank God for Memo | going to law school,

or they would have never gotten | a good night's sleep.

So what's wrong | with wanting to be a writer?

You got a problem | with that?

Besides, my crazy family

always gave me a lot | of great material.

But Dad was right.

Who's going to pay me | to do that, right?

So I went to work for my sister | Irene and Gerardo.

They had a family restaurant, | and over the years,

both Irene and her business | had expanded together.

Ha ha ha!

A nun and a priest! | Lmaginate.

Hombre y mujer, sabes

Pero a nun and a priest!

Doing it...

Ay!

What do you know?

What happens when a nun and a priest | stops being a nun and priest?

Nothing, they keep doing | the same stuff...

all the same | political bullshit...

helping refugees | and stuff...

only difference now, | they get to f*** at night.

Ohh! Ohh!

Ha ha ha!

Mm, este pastel | esta muy bueno.

I don't know what to do.

I truly don't.

I've been frantic with worry.

Isabel is... my boys and I | love her very much,

and we... she wouldn't | just disappear.

She just wouldn't.

I didn't know where to go.

Someone said | you might be able to help.

Gloria, we're | going to help you.

Just tell me where the girl | was from... what country?

El Salvador.

David, | what do you think?

Young girl from Salvador | picked up two days ago.

With Legal Aid, we might | delay the proceedings,

but if we can't trace her...

it's been two days, right?

Was she politically involved | in any way in Salvador?

No, not Isabel. | She... oh!

Her father... | we talked about this once...

was some sort of union organizer. | He was killed.

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