My Family Page #6

Listen to me, both of you.

You always know | what's right for everybody

with your porqueria politica,

but did anyone ask Isabel | what she wanted?

What do you mean, | "What she wanted," huh?

Maybe we should have | made some cafe con leche

and invited the neighbors | over to talk about it?

Papa, we didn't have time to!

Hija, you just messed up | this girl's life

without even asking | her permission, hmm?

Oh, well, they were | going to deport her

without asking | her permission,

and when she got off | that plane,

they were going to shoot her | without asking her permission.

So maybe we should have | just left it alone,

and she would be dead... | all nice and neat.

That's the problem | with life...

it's just so messy.

Does anybody want | any taquitos?

Ha ha!

You young people...

you think no one | has ever lived before you did,

no one knows anything | except you.

Don't you think | I know what it feels like

to be picked up by La Migra | and sent away,

without ever | seeing my family,

without knowing | what will happen?

Do you want to tell me | something about survival?

Well, let me tell you this.

There are certain things | in life that are sacred...

sagradas...

and we don't spit on them,

because without them,

it doesn't matter | if we live or die.

Marriage is something | we don't spit on,

and Isabel believes | that she is married.

She thinks | she's married to you.

Yeah, well, check it out.

I ain't married to nobody, see?

Hey, you said | those two little words.

Hey, who asked you | to butt in, huh?

- And I didn't even bring him cake. | - Y tu te callas.

Ooh, que touchy.

Jimmy, you signed | a legal document.

- Yeah? So what? | - Te fregaste.

So the law believes | that you're married, too.

Yeah, well, the law's | pendejo, carnal.

That was | a political action.

I'm a goddamn | revolutionary.

Ha ha ha!

Look, you...

you're the one that's got to do | the explaining here, hermana,

because I'm never | going to see her again.

I've got some sh*t to do.

One summer night

Doo doo doo...

It was late | when Jimmy got home

from all the sh*t | he had to do.

Chingao.

Isabel was probably | the first person

who didn't let Toni | boss her around.

Hey.

Hey, you got...

you got to go, okay?

- No, I'll go. | - Okay, like, right now.

I'll go, | but I'll be back Friday.

No! No, no! You're | not going to be back on Friday.

You're not | coming back here.

Oh, I must go. | I'll make some breakfast for you.

I don't want breakfast! | I don't want anything from you!

No quiero breakfast.

Well, I don't have time | to talk right now, okay?

I'll be back | on Friday after work.

You're a nice girl, | but we're not married.

I'll see you Friday.

No! No! No Friday!

You can't...

Isabel kept coming back | no matter what Jimmy said,

mainly on weekends and nights | when la senora didn't need her.

Then some things | started appearing in his apartment

that no self-respecting | vato loco

would ever have | in his canton.

Pull the string, | and I'll wink at you

I'm your puppet.

Hey, hey, hey, | hey, hey, hey!

What the hell do you think | you're doing, mujer?

Oldies, oldies... | you always listen to the oldies.

"I'm your puppet. | I'm your puppet."

Who wants to be a puppet, huh? | Okay, here you go.

This is los clasicos, mujer. | Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Oldies, oldies... | it's time to get new.

Come on. | Come on, dance with me.

You dance. You dance.

Come on. | Just try it once. Here.

I don't want nobody | seeing me do this.

Come on.

Come on. Just try it, okay? | Just try it, okay?

Out, out, out.

Out, out.

Out. Very good.

Good, I got it.

Oh, Jimmy!

Oh, my gosh, | hey, I did it.

Come on.

See? Try it with me.

Come on. Please, | just one more.

Come on, Jimmy. | Yes! Yes!

- All right, all right. | - Okay, out.

Out.

Out.

Out, out.

There you go.

Out, out, out, out. | Ha ha ha!

Hey, what are you looking at, | puto, huh?

- What's up? | - Come on. Just...

All right, let's do it. | Put my hand where?

Right here.

Just feel me.

- Yeah, I feel you. | - Okay?

Good morning, guavaberry

Good morning, | good morning...

Yeah! Ha ha ha!

- I stepped on your foot. | - Come on. Just try again.

Come on, Jimmy.

Try.

Okay, okay, I'll try.

Here you go.

See? See?

See?

Yeah, I see.

See? You're doing it.

- Yeah? | - That's great.

Okay, let's see | if I can do it.

Okay, now turn.

Whoa!

Hey, that was nice.

Good morning, guavaberry...

Okay, okay.

There you go!

Good morning, guavaberry

Good morning, | good morning...

Okay?

Si.

Okay?

Okay.

Whoa!

Que viva la raza!

Ey, Simon!

Entonces que

Pues...

Eres mi hombre

Si o no

Te regalo una rosa...

You want to teach me salsa?

Si, vamos.

Come on.

No se si esta desnuda

O tiene un solo vestido.

I got 'em in prison.

Some of my carnales | cut 'em for me.

How is possible?

Well, with anything | that's sharp, you know?

A fork, a piece of broken glass.

But the pain.

Que dolor, no

Not pain... I mean, | not like that.

What do you mean?

It's just...

it's just the f***ing anger.

It just kind of | fills me up, you know?

You know, it just drowns | everything out,

and on the inside, | I feel like I'm burning...

you know, like fire?

And outside, I'm just...

I'm just like a stone.

Like that day | when we robbed the store...

I put my fist | through the glass there,

and I saw all this blood,

but I didn't feel it.

All I felt was the anger.

It's like I'm here | on the outside now,

and I don't give a sh*t | about nothing.

It's like | I'm still in prison.

I'm alone...

and I just...

I just keep hearing | that screaming in my head.

I hear the f***ing screaming.

I know your feelings.

I know them.

I feel them, too.

I go around this big city...

grandissima ciudad...

but I'm alone.

No one know me.

When I was little,

in El Salvador,

los soldados

came at night.

They pull my father out.

They kill him right there...

right there in front of me.

I was... | I was a little girl,

but I see everything.

And then we come here,

and I have no time | to be a child... always running.

I work, work... only work!

And the family...

the family I stay with...

they're happy. | I see them,

but it is their | happiness, not mine.

No one... | no one knows me.

I know you.

I know you, Isabel.

I saw my brother get killed | right in front of me...

just like your father.

And I was just a boy.

I love you. | I love you.

Oh, man!

I love you, babe.

Oh!

Oh, man!

You need me...

and I need you.

Ha ha ha! I know you'll | get in the middle. Get in the middle.

Whoa!

Look at Isabel.

She's five months pregnant,

and she looks so great.

Yeah, they're always | getting pregnant.

As soon as you | get one trained,

teach her some English, | she can answer the phone,

then, boom, she's pregnant.

I can't believe | you just said that.

Gloria, you know it's true.

It's not true!

Isabel's worked for me | for three years.

She's part of the family.

I know that I have to | find somebody else,

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