My Family Page #7

but you know what? | I'm happy for her.

We're all happy for her.

And so, for the first time,

Jimmy joined the parade | of workers crossing the bridges.

There was something about | the idea of being a father.

Tomorrow had never | mattered to him before,

but now it mattered.

Hi, Jimmy.

Hey.

I came as soon as I could.

You know, I couldn't | get off any earlier.

Oh, Jim, te amo.

I love you, too, baby. | I love you, too, hon.

Oh!

What's wrong? | Is something wrong?

Everything all right? | What should I do?

Should I get somebody? | I'll get somebody, all right?

Is there a doctor around here? | I'll be right back.

Just hang... I'll be right back.

Is there a doctor around here?

Hey, nurse, | my wife needs help.

You'll have to talk | to the duty nurse.

I want you to get the doctor | right now!

Ohh!

Ohh!

Easy. Easy.

Ohh!

You did great. | You did great.

Got a fine-Iooking boy.

There you go.

Come on. | It's time for a bath.

Mi hijo.

Doctor, she's still | bleeding a lot.

Jesus!

Mask! Sponge!

- BP is going down. | - Suture!

Oh! Oh!

Another sponge!

Get Kelly. See if you can | find him. Quick!

Stat!

Cihuateteo...

that's what | my mother called them...

the souls of women | who had died giving birth.

They became cihuateteo...

the spirits that helped | the sun to set.

Without them,

the sun would not | be able to rest.

Now maybe the greatest | medical care in the world

could not have saved Isabel.

Maybe they did everything | for her that could be done,

but you couldn't convince | Jimmy of that.

He knew that if Isabel had been | at one of the fancy hospitals

on the west side, | that she would be alive.

- You Dr. McNally? | - Yes, what can I do for you?

- You killed my wife. | - What are you talking about?

I said you f***ing | killed my wife!

Easy. Oh my God... you must be | the husband of that young woman.

- What's her name? | - Her name was, uh...

You can't even remember | her f***ing name.

It's just one spic, | more or less.

What f***ing difference | does it make?

You son of a b*tch! | You f***ing killed my wife!

- We did everything we could for her! | - You just killed her!

We did everything | we could for her!

What the f*** | are you doing, man?

You're f***ing up, | Jimmy!

You want to go | back to la pinta, man, huh?

Just grab the f***ing sh*t, | tamalito!

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

- Get the f*** out of here! | - Come on!

Get the f*** out of here, | carnal! Go!

I knew you'd come back.

Your kind always | comes back.

There was a problem | about the baby, little Carlitos.

Who would take care of him?

Irene already had | a huge family,

Toni and David were always | too busy helping other people,

and Memo and me... well, we were | just useless unmarried men.

Aah!

Oh!

Me lleva la chingada!

Maria!

There's nothing | to talk about, Paco.

I don't want nobody | bringing him to see me.

I don't want him | ever seeing me in here.

Jimmy, he's your son.

Nothing you did matters. | As soon as he's old enough...

When he's | old enough to know,

you just tell him | that his father's dead.

You tell him that. | You understand?

What you're doing | is wrong, man.

You have no right | to hurt people this way.

I got the right.

I don't want to see nobody.

I don't want | to hear from nobody.

Entiendes

Do you know | what this is going to do

to our jefita and our jefito?

No estas pensando tu.

Lookit, you got a son.

I got nothing, carnal.

I got nothing.

I got this,

and the only thing I have | to think about is doing my time

and not letting | the time do me, que no?

You just think of me | like I'm dead, huh?

It hurt Mom and Dad the most.

Everybody else in the family | was ashamed of Jimmy.

They never talked about him. | He was like the family f*** up,

but I didn't see it that way.

To me, Jimmy carried a lot | of sh*t for the rest of us...

all the hate, all the rage | and all the injustice...

and somehow, | if it wasn't for him,

we couldn't have gone on | to do all the things we did...

me with my writing | and Toni with her politics

and most of all Memo,

the pride and joy | of the family.

Good night, Mr. Sanchez.

Carlitos grew up | to be more of a problem

than a vato loco.

Ay! Lmuchacho travieso, | sinverguenza,

ven aqui!

Te voy a pegar, | mocoso! Lay!

Mocoso, ya veras.

Muchacho malcriado, | ahora veras.

Que pasa aqui, | senora

I've known | your family for a long time,

and they are good people.

Pero ese nino | es una desgracia!

Carlitos.

Ven aqui.

What am I going | to do with you? Huh?

I'm sorry, Abuelita.

I didn't mean to do it.

I didn't.

I don't know why I did it.

Te voy a comer vivo, | vas a ver.

Come on.

The corn was tall and green | the day that Jimmy came home.

Looks like it's been | a good year for the corn, jefe.

Si.

A good year.

Mucha hierba.

The corn is strong. | So are the weeds.

Ah, you remember.

Hijo, it's good to see you.

I'm happy.

I came to tell you | that I'm going away, jefe.

I need to start over...

completely.

How's Carlitos?

He gets into | a lot of trouble...

pero he's got a lot of spirit.

He's a fine boy,

just like you, hmm?

That's good.

I brought this.

It's the money | I made in la pinta.

I thought | it would help out

with Carlitos and all.

Carlitos doesn't | need any money.

He needs a father.

He needs you.

Es que no puedo, jefe.

I can't see him now...

not the way that I am.

Maybe later, huh? | Maybe some other time.

There's no other time, mijo.

That time never comes.

He needs you now.

Look, I know you aren't | going to understand.

Take the money, huh? | I'll send you more.

Adios, jefe.

Adios.

Abuelito!

Si, mi chapulin

I need your help now.

Por favor.

Por favor.

Who is he, Abuelito?

That's Jimmy.

He's your father.

I don't have a father!

I don't have | a father!

When Jimmy saw his son, | something happened inside him,

something powerful | that he didn't understand.

Carlitos.

Hola, mi chavalito.

Hola, mi amor. | Que haces

We have a surprise.

Come on.

Hey, little vato,

how you doing today?

Check this out.

Hmm. Ha ha ha!

That's nice.

Wow! Cool!

Yeah. | Esta firme, ah

I hate this! | This is stupid!

No, Carlitos, it's not stupid. | In the toy store,

they said this is the latest...

They don't know nothing | at the toy store!

Carlitos, don't be that way. | He is your father.

He's not my father.

I am your father, Carlitos. | You're my hijo.

This is a stupid toy.

Whoever thinks | it's good is just as stupid!

Now, get out!

Get out!

All right. All right.

Get out! Get out!

Carlitos, | stop it already.

Get out! Get out!

Stop it, Carlitos. | Stop!

Carlitos!

Calma, calma. | Calma, hijo.

We have to give him | a little time,

that's all.

We're just going | to give him a little time.

- He's going to come around. | - Escucha a Mami...

But he didn't come around. | Jimmy tried and tried.

Everything he did | only made things worse.

Your father wants | to take you to Disneyland.

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