My Family Page #8

Don't you want | to go to Disneyland?

No. Please.

No. Please.

I don't want | to see him anymore.

Lo siento, mijo.

He just doesn't | want to go with you.

No, it's all right. | I understand.

He ain't got no | reason to want me, jefita.

You know, I always thought | he'd be there for me when I needed him.

I never thought | about what he needed.

I never been there for him,

so why should I expect him | to be here for me now, huh?

Here.

Take these | and give them to Irene.

She could take her kids | or something like that.

I got to go, okay?

Jimmy was trying | to come back from the dead,

and it wasn't so easy.

But he was trying real hard | to be part of la familia again,

and he had the chance | of his lifetime

one Sunday when Memo | brought his fiancee

and her parents all the way | from Bel Air to meet everybody.

Her name was | Karen Gillespie.

She and Memo had met at UCLA, | when they both were law students,

and even though she had been | born and raised in LA,

she and her family | had never been to East LA.

Here we are.

- Oh, this is lovely. | - Yes. Yes.

Thank you.

Bill, are those beans?

Oh, that's right.

My father, he loves | to plant vegetables.

I think that's wonderful.

Uh...

Oh, hello, puppy.

Yeah. Uh...

don't mind Bandido here.

He's a little relaxed.

He's kind of a fixture here, | as you can see.

There you go.

We've been wanting | to meet your daughter.

I love your house. | It's... it's...

After all the introductions,

we got down | to the serious business

of getting | to know each other.

Well, it's so nice | to have you.

Jose and I are very proud

to have you in our home. | Welcome.

Thank you.

Salud.

Salud Salud.

Ah, yes. Cheers.

Memo always tells us | so much about you.

Who?

They call me Memo.

My family calls me that.

It's diminutive for Guillermo.

That's William in Spanish,

so Memo is like Bill.

Bill.

- Oh... that's cute. | - Bill. Memo.

That is cute.

Well, Karen certainly has told us | all about you folks.

Oh, yes? | Thank you.

Bill, don't you have | a younger brother?

Oh, you mean Jimbo.

Hey, Jimbo! | He's around here.

Jimbo.

- This is Jimmy. | - This is my son Jimmy.

Hello.

Bill told us you | were away at school.

School?

Not exactly school.

Actually, he was in prison | for a little while.

Prison?

I read a lot of books, though. | That's what he must've meant.

Mother, it's just | one of those things.

Like, it happened. | It's not Bill's fault.

No, it's not.

Hey, you kids | get out of here!

Go on! | Get out of here!

- So you folks are all from Mexico, huh? | - Yes.

My father walked here | from Michoacan in 1926.

He was 18 years old.

Really?

Yes. It took me | a year to get here.

Ha ha ha!

Wait. Wait. Wait.

I remember when I was | in the Sonora desert.

I was attacked by bandidos.

They jumped on me.

Actually, | I've never been to Mexico.

I've always lived | here in Los Angeles,

just like yourselves.

Si.

But he already had family here... | your great-uncle.

He had been born here | when this was Mexico.

That must have been | a long time ago.

Not so long. I remember him. | Paco, you remember.

El Californio... | he's buried in the back.

- In the backyard? | - Si.

He said in his will | that he wanted to be buried in the back.

Dad, that's just an old story.

There's nobody buried | in the backyard, right, Dad?

Oh, yeah. Yeah. | Oh, yeah. Yeah.

It's an old family story.

- Get out of here! | - Carlitos, go in the back!

Let's go!

Excuse me, please.

Care for some taquitos?

I made these. | I made these.

- Oh, oh. | - Oh, well.

There's some salsa.

Well, they look | delicious.

I hope you like them.

Taquitos, huh?

Yes.

Pinches caballos!

Carlitos!

Pinches caballos!

Pinches caballos!

Pinches caballos!

Jimmy!

Put me down!

He's your kid, why don't you | teach him some manners?

I got him! I got him!

Just get him out of here.

You think you're better | than anybody else?

Just get him out of here.

Come on. Come on. | Come on.

Put your shirt on!

Put it on.

What's the matter | with you anyway, huh?

Come here.

Those people | that are out there,

they're very important | to your Uncle Memo.

They're going to be | part of la familia.

Shut up, | you f***ing a**hole!

Don't you ever | talk like that to me again.

You understand me?! | I'm your father.

- You don't talk to me like that. | - You're not my father!

My father is... | is a big man!

He's a cowboy in Texas.

He's even been to the moon | in a real spaceship.

When he comes for me,

he's going to come | in a big car,

and we're going to go, | he and me, back to Texas.

That's who my father is!

He's not you!

Come here, Carlitos. | I'm your f...

Come here!

Hey!

Hey!

Throw it back!

Hey!

It's like | I tried with him.

And I really don't want | to go away anymore.

Not alone, anyway.

I just want | to be with my son.

You did your best.

Sometimes you don't | get things back, you know?

Sometimes they...

when they go away, | they go away forever.

What are you | going to do now?

I was thinking about Texas.

Why not?

Come back a rich man | with a big car.

Ah, Jimmy.

But you take care now, huh?

Adios.

Adios, jefe.

You make sure | to say goodbye to mi jefita.

Oh, yeah. Sure.

Yeah. Paco, Toni, Irene...

Memo, too. You can say goodbye | to him for me.

Que pasa What's that?

Chapulin

- Chapulin! | - Jefe.

Carlitos.

Carlitos.

Carlitos.

Hey...

I bet I'm | in big trouble now.

No, no, no.

You're not in trouble.

Abuelito will be mad.

No, I don't think so.

But I chopped up | all the corn.

Yeah, but that's nothing.

We'll just plant some new corn.

Then with the broken pieces,

we just cut it up,

and then we put it | in the ground,

and then it feeds | all the rest of the corn.

Are you going?

Yeah, I'm going.

Where are you going?

I thought I would go | and look for your father.

Would you like to come | with me? I mean...

maybe you could | help me find your father.

You know, maybe you | could get to know him

a little better.

What do you think | about that?

Does my father | want me to come?

Yeah. Yeah, I think so.

I think he wants you to come.

Does my father love me?

Carlitos, your father | loves you very much. He does.

No, he's just going | to leave me again!

No, no, no, no.

He's not going | to leave you again.

Is that a promise?

That's a promise.

He'll never ever leave me again?

Your father's never going | to leave you again.

Oh God.

I love you, man.

I love you, too.

Carlitos was the last to leave | when he went to live with Jimmy,

and after that my mother and father | lived in the house alone.

But my mother, she believed | that everyone who lived in the house...

we all left | something behind.

She believed a piece | of our spirits stayed behind

and lived | in all the empty chairs.

Jose.

- Jose! | - Hmm?

Ven, tu cafe con leche | esta listo.

Vamos, hombre. | Andale.

Mi cafecito.

Maria...

Hmm?

We have had a good life.

We've been very lucky.

It would have been | even better if only...

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