Walkout

...striking farmworker

Cesar Chavez

shows strong signs

of deterioration

since his fast began...

- Walkout!

- Walkout!

- Bobby!

- Yes!

- Gettysburg.

- Uh...

I don't know. A whole mess

of people got killed.

Scratch a little

deeper, Bobby.

- Who fought there?

- Americans!

Americans?

How about your ancestors?

- Mexicanos?

- Yeah!

Yoli, help him out. Read the part

on the Chicano regiments.

- Chicanos?

- Old Mexican-Americans.

It was before we

moved to East L.A.

and became vatos locos!

Any luck, Yoli?

Read the part

about Mariano Vallejo

and his meeting

with Abraham Lincoln. That's it.

Paula, help her out. Read the part

of 9,000 Mexican-Americans

who fought in

the American Civil War.

Mr. Castro, it doesn't say

anything about Mexican-Americans.

Let me see.

See, that's funny.

We were there.

What side

did we fight on?

Both.

Ooh, and we still lost?

Yeah, we still lost.

You know what we lost?

We lost our legacy.

Why? 'Cause we're

not in this book.

See, if people

don't know about it,

then it never happened.

See, you're learning

your history

from people that don't

know your history.

Your blood...

is in Gettysburg.

What about Vietnam?

Your blood is

in Vietnam too.

Okay, have a good day.

Fernie, I want

to talk to you.

Hey.

Your mother signed

your permission slip.

I look forward to having you.

- I need your permission slip too.

- I'm really working on it.

I can't hold it, Paula.

What do we do? What do we do?

Let's try

the faculty restroom.

Excuse me!

What are you doing?

Mr. Hurley,

I really have to go.

No students allowed in the

building at lunch. You know that.

- Mr. Hurley, the other bathrooms--

- I don't make the rules.

Go on!

- Hey, Yoli, you wanna see the fight?

- Not right now, Bobby.

- Watch out.

- Okay okay.

Break it up!

I said break it up!

Break it up, break it up!

Get over here.

Yeah yeah yeah.

Hey, we're not

done here, puto!

Drop it, Fernie.

Drop it, Fernie.

Drop it. Okay, everybody

go back to class.

Come on, stop!

Come on,

before Ingles sees us.

- The principal's a pendejo.

- Ey!

Look, don't give

that pendejo

any more reasons

to kick you out of school.

No one talks like that

about my mother, man.

You're worried about

your mother? Graduate.

- Everybody go back to class.

- Hey, Paula.

See you at the meeting room.

Be there or be square.

I'll see you there, Ray.

Guess we'd better

get back inside now.

No no no, I'll catch up

with you later.

All right.

Come on!

Please, Papi!

It's not a camping trip.

I'm not sending you to the beach

with a bunch of wild boys. I told you!

It's Malibu! It's a student

leadership conference, Papi!

You have nothing

to worry about.

They're all geeks,

like Paula.

You think anyone

who can spell is a geek.

- J-E-K.

- G-E-E-K.

That was my point, see?

It's a chance to be around

intelligent kids for a change.

Panfilo, it's an honor

to be chosen.

- She brings pride to the family.

- Dad--

I already finished my homework,

I got the weekend off from the theater,

- and it doesn't cost anything!

- Jeff!

- Yeah, Papi?

- When's your test?

Monday.

You stay home and help

your brother study.

He's not so smart

like you.

I'm not going to help him.

No one ever helped me with my homework.

Here.

You have permission.

He signed it?!

I signed it.

It only asks

for one signature.

You should be

very pleased, Paula.

President of the ticketeers,

prom committee,

you've make quite

a contribution here.

Not to mention

your test scores.

Now here are

your financial aid forms.

Have you applied

to any other colleges?

No, not yet.

- Hey, Paula.

- Hey, Paula.

Hey, how'd it go?

Mr. Peck told me,

"You have a big future ahead of you."

- That's good!

- Yeah.

- In the art world.

- Industrial arts.

Nice way to say

"car mechanic."

He told me secretary.

There's no nice way to say that.

Didn't he offer

junior college?

Yeah, to improve

my typing skills.

Anyway. So what

did he say to you?

He just gave me some pamphlets

and financial aid stuff.

Out of all of us, you should

definitely be the one going to college.

Why only me?

- 'Cause you're smart.

- So are you.

- Yeah, not in the same way.

- Bobby Verdugo? Give me a break, Sal.

- He also happens to be a smart ass.

- We can get him into UCLA.

- He's got 2.8.

- But he's got the test scores.

Get real, Sal. We've got to concentrate

our resources on the talented ones.

You don't have to go

to college to be successful.

No, you don't, but they have

to know what's available to them.

They could be doctors, lawyers.

There's other roles for them

to play in society, Sal.

Lloyd, I think you'd

better stay out of this.

How much money

do you make?

- As much as you do.

- Which is bupkis.

And Jorge Ramirez who graduated

this high school owns his own tire shop.

No college education,

he makes 10 times our salary.

You know what? I bet he's got

- Sal, you know I do whatever I can.

- Good.

Don't give up on Bobby.

Steer him into college.

Is that what he wants, Sal,

or is that what you want?

You know something, Hurley?

Whoever gave you a break,

I bet you they

regret it right now.

I'm just asking

a question.

"I seemed swinging in a mighty

rhythm through orbit vastness.

Sparkling points of light

spluttered and shot past me."

- Fernie.

- "They were stars,

I knew,

and flaring comets

that peopled my flight

among the suns."

Jesus.

"As I reached

the limit of my swing

and prepared to rush back

on the counter swing,

a great... gong struck

and thundered."

- "For an immeasurable--"

- Bobby, Jesus, front and center.

- What'd I do?

- You spoke Spanish. You know the rules.

Mr. Verdugo,

you're first.

Let's go.

Assume the position.

Quiet!

Excuse me.

Glad you could join us.

Since you're here,

is there any action

on the entertainment

for the prom?

We're still trying to find

a band. Personally,

- I like The Midnighters.

- Can we afford them?

Well, we could still

do some fundraising

and pull about $100

from the decorating committee.

Look at what we're

spending on balloons.

Balloons contribute

to the festive atmosphere.

Find a cheaper band.

If there isn't anything--

We have to get the school to

open the restrooms at lunch.

We've already discussed that

and proposed it.

They say we don't

respect it.

They're bathrooms, Ray,

not churches.

Not happening.

Let's focus on things

under our control.

Be careful, mija.

Bye, Mami!

- Do you guys ever stop kissing?

- Do we ever?

No, never.

- See? Look how she loves me.

- Check this out, Paula.

- Isn't that cute?

- It's my love drawing I made for him.

Hey, come on, Chato,

don't do me like this, ese!

Mr. Castro said all I gotta

do is deliver you here

and I don't have

to do a book report.

I see how you putos are!

Pimping out

your own homeboy!

What the f***

are you looking at?

- You're coming with us?

- F*** no.

- Nice, huh?

- That house right there, honey.

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