Vida (2018) s01e05 Episode Script
Episode 5
1 Look, all I know about Lyn and you is that every time she comes around, you turn into a pendejo.
- KARLA: Where is she? - EDDY: Oh, hey, Karla.
Where is that puta? EMMA: I never wanted to leave.
Vidalia sent me away.
- [GASPS.]
- CRUZ: Emma, you okay? That's posted? He recorded me? It's racist.
- We got to take it down.
- Damn.
Just don't let this become one of those places.
[PLAYFUL MYSTERIOUS MUSIC.]
[VIBRATOR BUZZING.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER IN THE DISTANCE.]
WOMAN: Hágase Su voluntad aquà en la Tierra como en el cielo.
[WOMEN CONTINUE PRAYING INDISTINCTLY.]
[WOMEN CONTINUE PRAYING INDISTINCTLY.]
amén.
Dios te salve, MarÃa, llena eres de gracia [WOMEN CONTINUE PRAYING INDISTINCTLY.]
ALL: fruto de tu vientre, Jesús.
Santa MarÃa [VIBRATING CONTINUES.]
[WOMEN CONTINUE PRAYING INDISTINCTLY.]
Santa MarÃa, madre de Dios [WOMEN CONTINUE PRAYING INDISTINCTLY.]
[VIBRATING CONTINUES.]
[VIBRATING STOPS, PRAYING CONTINUES.]
[SIGHS.]
[WOMEN CONTINUE PRAYING INDISTINCTLY.]
[SCOFFS.]
[WOMEN CONTINUE PRAYING INDISTINCTLY.]
WOMAN: Amén.
Amén.
Dios te salve, MarÃa, llena eres de gracia Hey, las señoras brought extra rosarios in case you wanted to join us.
Uh, Trump will stop tweeting before Emma grabs one of those things.
- What about you? - Me? I don't I-I wouldn't even I never done it neither, but, you know, we got to do something proper to send off your mamacita, to honor her.
I know.
I just I-I can't.
[WOMEN CONTINUE PRAYING INDISTINCTLY.]
LYN: Why are they doing that here? Today is the last day, thankfully.
I have to say, though, it is kind of woke for old-school señoras to be so supportive of the gay wife.
Don't you think? I'm impressed.
Where are you going in that getup in this neighborhood? - Yoga.
- [CHUCKLES.]
You're so thirsty.
It's what people wear to yoga.
What is that? It's a 30-day notice.
I'm raising the rent by 3%.
You think they can handle a rent hike? It's, like, an extra $20.
I'm sure they'll be fine.
Okay.
I'll be back in a bit.
Hey, Lyn, uh, just a heads-up Since this whole "sorting out the building" thing is taking longer than I thought, I'm going to look for some kind of weekly sublet situation.
For both of us or just you? It'll be just for me.
Of course it will.
[FOOTSTEPS DEPARTING.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
[INHALES DEEPLY.]
WOMAN: Inhalen total.
Expandan el cuerpo.
Y suéltenlo.
Could you Excuse me.
Despacito, respirando profundo.
Muy bien.
[GIRL SNIFFLING.]
EMMA: Hey.
[DOOR CREAKS.]
Um Where do you come from? WOMAN: Las piernas, y damos vuelta al otro lado.
Aquà desde la cintura estiramos hacia el piso.
Respirando hondo.
Manos en el piso.
Agarran las piernas si pueden y viendo el otro lado del cuarto.
Respirando hondo.
Muy bien, muy bien.
Ahora subiendo a guerrero dos.
Con mucha fuerza.
Estirando de un lado del cuarto al otro.
- Gracias, señora.
- Dios la bendiga.
- CuÃdate.
- Ay, gracias.
[SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY.]
[SIGHS.]
Gracias, Tita.
Venga, Doña Tita.
I'll walk you back to your place.
No, no, no, no.
Don't lock me in there like a momia in my casket.
I'll go down to the bar with you.
But Freddy needs some air anyway.
¿Me espera tantito, Doña Tita? Mm-hmm.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER IN THE DISTANCE.]
¿Me da tres verdes, por favor? SÃ, cómo no.
MARCOS: Yes, comadre! You are giving me sexy-Mexi librarian realness.
Hey, Marcos.
Yes, it's me, presenting in my best hetero norm-core so as not to frighten off la gente with my usual joterÃa.
Oh, I'm doing my civic duty.
Gracias.
So how sickening was the other night? [SIGHS.]
I shouldn't have drunk so much.
When are we gonna get into it again? I'm sorry.
That might've been the one and only time.
Ay, pero why? You were toda Gloria Trevi, whipping your hair back and forth.
You good? Yeah.
Then why haven't you called Cruz? Look, real talk she's been worried sick about you.
Why do people have such big mouths is what I want to know.
You know, I have to get to a thing.
I'll see you around.
Okay.
Bye.
[SOFT LATIN MUSIC PLAYING.]
Before you say anything, I'm already taking care of the red scarlet tag.
Yes, uh, thank you for that.
See? I have initiative.
Plus, we ain't no chipsters up in here.
Could I ask you something? Yeah, I need to ask you something también.
Are you using your car right now? What? No.
Would you mind if I, uh borrow it? Uh, just for an hour or so.
I have amazing insurance.
- No, it's cool.
- I'm a great driver.
And if you don't feel comfortable lending it to me - I totally understand.
I - It's fine.
Take it.
Whatever's mine is yours.
Great.
Thank you.
You like the green ones? Oh, yeah, those are my favorite.
- Here, buen provecho.
- Thank you.
- Namaste.
- ALL: Namaste.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
WOMAN: Adiós.
Karla, I had no idea you were gonna be here.
I promise I didn't come looking to make trouble.
No, I don't believe that, but I'm all Kumbaya because of the pinche yoga, so we should talk.
I don't think that's a good idea.
I don't give a fuck what you think is a good idea.
You're gonna sit right there, and we're gonna talk.
[MAT THUDS.]
[SIGHS.]
Look, Karla, I'm not gonna get into a big fight with you.
I'm not gonna insult you or offend you Do you love him? - No, I'm not doing this.
- You don't.
I know you don't.
You know what I hate? That you're here thinking that I'm the Maleficent of the story, that I made this happen all by myself.
- I didn't.
- No, I know.
That's the part that sucks so bad.
[SCOFFS.]
He's so fucking infected with you.
It would be cruel of me to go into it, but there's something between Johnny and me that goes beyond.
It, like, has its own course and direction.
Yeah.
[CHUCKLES.]
Thanks for not being cruel and going into it.
I don't know what you want me to say.
If I say I love him, which I do, that only hurts you, Karla.
I'm not trying to hurt you.
[SCOFFS.]
Ay, pinche Lyn.
[BREATHES DEEPLY.]
What I wanted to say is that you can have him.
I can't fight you for him.
I won't.
I have this little one to think about now, and I've never been good at the whole Telenovela thing.
Asà que [SIGHS.]
[CHUCKLES.]
Aquà tiene.
Gracias.
You sure you don't want one? - Nah, I'm good.
- Mmm.
Breakfast of champions.
- [CHUCKLES.]
- Bueno, lunch of champions.
Hey, you're not going again tonight, huh? How long are you gonna let that cabrón keep you away from Vigilantes? - I don't know.
- [SIGHS.]
You know you got, like, the most potential of being a badass chingona of anyone I know.
[SIGHS.]
But with this vato you turn all mensa.
Man, you know what I hate? Is that, like, everyone's gonna think I'm running around being a little puta, and, Yoli, you know that's not even true.
I do.
Mm, you got your V-card intact, which is rare around here real talk.
I got you, carnala.
It's a messed-up situation.
[GRUNTS SOFTLY.]
[CHUCKLES.]
All right, all right.
Okay.
Now I want a chamoyada.
You're eating it all, like All right, come on, I guess I can eat away my feelings.
- Come on.
[LAUGHS.]
- Chamoyada for the pain.
- [LAUGHING.]
- [GRUNTING GOOFILY.]
[ENGINE IDLING.]
[ENGINE STOPS.]
[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY.]
Perdón.
¿Eh, me esperan un tantito? Eh I'll be right back.
[MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING.]
[DOOR CLOSES, LOCK CLICKS.]
Hey, Johnny.
[SIGHS.]
What are you doing here, man? Come on, Johnny.
Really? Karla called it off.
- I don't fucking blame her.
- Yeah.
Yeah, I'm walking around here, and everyone's looking at me like I'm some low-down cabrón for letting such a good woman go.
And you know what? They're all right.
I am a cabrón.
But I don't give a fuck.
It's always been Lyn for me.
And that's just the pinche truth.
I love her, Eddy.
[SIGHS.]
Who am I to say shit about fighting for el love de tu vida? Remember how I chased my own Vida when she was pretending to be straight? [EXHALES SHARPLY.]
Go up and handle your business.
El amor es el amor.
Eres mi carnala, Eddy.
[KNOCKING AT DOOR.]
[KNOCKING AT DOOR.]
Coming! [KNOCKING CONTINUES.]
[SIGHS.]
We can do week to week or month to month.
Just need deposit and first payment.
Week to week is fine.
I only need it for a week or two.
Could I Venmo you the first and deposit? Hey, coconut! Hey, arrepentida! You settling in or what? How, uh, soon could I move in after the payment goes through? You know, it doesn't surprise me that you pick a house of mass displacement to occupy.
- I don't know who that is - Now I know where you're staying, I'll make sure to come by with my trusty red spray paint to liven up your new crib.
What is she saying? So you're the one who tagged my bar, you fucking little criminal.
The only criminal I see is that Christopher Columbus bitch standing next to you.
Yeah, you.
I know what you did to the family that used to live here.
You should be fucking ashamed of yourself.
Would you stop acting like some chuntara? Who the fuck are you calling a chuntara, bitch? You, you hood rat.
Were you raised by wolves? No, probably worse.
You [CUP CLATTERS.]
- You little bitch.
- What? MARI: Hey, can you put me in a cell already? It's, like, cruel and unusual punishment to be sitting next to this fucking vendida.
Hey, keep it down, or you really will spend the night in jail.
[DOOR CLOSES.]
Hey, you Miss Wannabe Gringa.
You know, tell me you know, I really want to know.
How does one just, like, denounce their entire culture just so they can pass for white, huh? Well, you start off by getting rid of that huge chip on your shoulder that you suffer from.
Hey, it's called a consciousness.
And then you go out and get a fucking education so you can stop acting so rascuache.
Education.
Snooty-ass bitch, fuck you.
- No, fuck you, little girl.
- What? You're out here claiming to be all about la raza and la gente.
Your activism it's all a fucking act.
Man, shut the fuck up.
You don't know me, all right? Please, I know your kind phony as fuck.
Who do you think you are, huh? You and your puta sister just just come around and, like, shit on everyone and everything.
What does my sister have to do with you being phony? Man, both of you just go back to where you came from, to your fucking high-rise or your condo and just leave us alone.
Especially tell your slutty sister to leave my brother alone.
Now the woke activist is slut-shaming.
Selectively blame the girl that's always great.
You know, Johnny is the one that needs to leave Lyn alone.
Isn't he the one cheating on his fucking pregnant fiancée? [SCOFFS.]
It's disgusting.
Yeah, it is.
Mm.
Your fucking smell is so - I stink? - No.
It's just you smell like you.
Makes me todo pendejo.
Okay, then.
- J? - Hmm? I can't do a back-and-forth thing.
Come here.
[BOTH GRUNT.]
No back-and-forth thing, baby.
All-in.
Mmm.
Don't go yet.
I got to get my things out of Karla's place once and for all.
Okay, you can go.
[CHUCKLES.]
I'll call you later.
- Okay.
- [CHUCKLES.]
Okay.
[GRUNTS.]
[CELL PHONE VIBRATING.]
Hello? Excuse me? Excuse me? Hello? I have to use the bathroom.
Hello? Somebody? [SIGHS.]
I'm gonna pee all over this bench.
They don't care if you piss yourself.
You know how many drunks and meth-heads have pissed themselves right there? [POLICE RADIO BEEPS, INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
[GROANS.]
They treat us like second-cl No, third-class citizens.
You saw how fast that gringa called the cops on us? [SCOFFS.]
She didn't care about your fancy shoes or your muy-muy haircut.
You and I were the same to her.
[EXHALES DEEPLY.]
[POLICE RADIO BEEPS, INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
Um you got a little blood on your leg.
It's clean.
Must've scraped myself on the fence.
Thank you.
Tomorrow we're gonna wake up with a bunch of bruises in a bunch of random places.
My knees look like that.
But, well, they have more than that, though.
[CHUCKLES.]
This one used to look a lot worse.
And you don't care that people see your fucked-up knees? No.
Mm.
I never show my legs.
My pinche tomboy scars are embarrassing.
Well, that's stupid.
Lying, cheating, being a bully those are things to be ashamed of.
But scars They're maps of who you are.
Like tattoos you didn't choose.
Yeah.
This one reminds me of my first day in Texas, when my mother sent me away.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER POLICE RADIO.]
W-why did she send you away? She just did.
To live with my grandma.
That first day I was riding my cousin's bike, and I crash-landed on the asphalt straight on my knees.
When I ran home to my grandma, all bloody and crying, she said "I don't raise chillonas in this house.
I better never see you crying again.
" [TELEPHONE RINGING, INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
Never be a fucking chillona.
[LOCK CLICKS, DOOR OPENS.]
You're free to go.
[DOOR RATTLES.]
Oh, thank God.
Uh What about her? MAN: Her fine hasn't been paid.
[SIGHS.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER POLICE RADIO.]
[BUZZER SOUNDS, DOOR OPENS.]
I didn't ask you to pay for me.
It's Emma who said, so Mari, just get home.
I'ma pay you back.
You better.
Come on, I need, like, three showers.
Hold on.
I just want to say that I showed up.
You called me, and I came.
Because in the future, you're gonna forget and make me out to be like I never show up, so make a note.
I showed up.
Noted.
Now can we fucking just [PLAYING PALOMA NEGRA.]
Hay momentos En que quisiera Mejor rajarme Mejor rajarme Y arrancarme ya los clavos ALL: De mi penar Pero mis ojos WOMAN: Se mueren sin mirar Tus ojos ALL: Y mi cariño Con la aurora te vuelve a esperar [SCREAMING WILDLY.]
- [LAUGHTER.]
- WOMAN: Ya agarraste ALL: Por tu cuenta Las parrandas Paloma negra, paloma negra ¿Dónde, dónde andarás? Ya no puedes I'm sorry for keeping the car all day.
I won't borrow it again.
WOMAN: Parrandera Uh Can I, uh, speak to you privately just over here? No.
Actually, you can talk to me right here en frente de todos.
[SIGHS.]
But if you're gonna talk to me about some bullshit, like hiking rents or late fees or selling the bar, you can keep that shit to yourself, 'cause I don't feel like hearing it.
EMMA: Uh, we should get her upstairs.
I'm just gonna Come on, let's just But do you want to know what I do feel like hearing right now? I feel like hearing why you two are so freakin' feelingless about your amá.
I'm not feelingless.
It's been over a week since mi Vida died, and you walk around like nothing.
What's wrong with you two? How could you be so coldhearted? I'm not gonna let you police how I do or do not mourn my own mother, okay? I would have these daydreams where we could all be a family and go camping like gabacho families do, todo with, like, canoes and tents and shit, like a proper family, porque I think that's what Vida always wanted, so that's what I wanted.
If that's what she wanted, she would've done something about it, but she didn't.
Ya basta.
Tonight we toast your mother's último adiós so that she may leave us in peace and this pobrecita can also rest.
Here.
[KEYS CLATTER ON TABLE.]
I don't know how to do this.
DOÃA TITA: Here.
You pour the tequila.
And then you drink it.
That's not what I meant.
I don't either.
DOÃA TITA: Come on, música.
WOMAN: Si tus caricias Deben ser mÃas De nadie más To the after-vida! Salud! - Salud! - Salud! [ALL SHOUTING WILDLY.]
WOMAN: Paloma negra Eres la reja de un penar [HELICOPTER WHIRRING OVERHEAD.]
TLALOC: I don't understand.
We have the numbers.
Why can't we show up at the cafe and the building site? We have enough people.
Because people also have jobs and school and shit.
Come on, Yoli, that's weak.
YOLI: I'm sorry, but that's real.
[CHAIR CLATTERS, SCRAPING ON GROUND.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
[CLEARS THROAT.]
All right, then we'll start with the coffee shop tomorrow morning and the building site.
Why don't we take a vote? I mean, why don't we ever take a vote? - We do vote.
- No, we don't.
You vote, and we do.
This was and will always be an egalitarian coalition.
And you know that, Marisol.
Well, let's take a vote right now.
- WOMAN: Yeah.
- Go ahead.
MARI: Hands up to protest the coffee shop tomorrow.
Hands up for the building site on Soto.
Right on.
MARI: What time should we do, then? They start work at 8:00 a.
m.
8:00 a.
m.
sound good? - MAN: Yeah.
- WOMAN: Yeah.
[CLEARS THROAT.]
Badass.
WOMAN: Ay, qué triste me siento ALL: Ay, qué triste me siento [VIBRATOR BUZZING.]
Te largaste sin medias palabras [WOMEN SHOUTING WILDLY.]
[SOBS SOFTLY.]
Las personas mencionan tu nombre [WOMEN SINGING INDISTINCTLY.]
[WOMEN SHOUTING WILDLY.]
[SNIFFLES.]
[CRYING.]
WOMEN: Ay, qué triste me siento [SOBBING.]
WOMEN: Ay, qué triste me siento He entendido bien tu sufrimiento Ay, qué triste me siento [WOMAN CHEERING WILDLY.]
Mi esperanza ha sido asesinada Y ha minado mi sueño [WOMAN CHEERING WILDLY.]
Te encuentro desmejorado, otra idiota se coló Por la rendija De tu necio corazón Encuentro que es la historia repetida Tantos años, tanta vida Emulando una caida Ya no aprenden la lección [WOMAN CHEERING WILDLY.]
- KARLA: Where is she? - EDDY: Oh, hey, Karla.
Where is that puta? EMMA: I never wanted to leave.
Vidalia sent me away.
- [GASPS.]
- CRUZ: Emma, you okay? That's posted? He recorded me? It's racist.
- We got to take it down.
- Damn.
Just don't let this become one of those places.
[PLAYFUL MYSTERIOUS MUSIC.]
[VIBRATOR BUZZING.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER IN THE DISTANCE.]
WOMAN: Hágase Su voluntad aquà en la Tierra como en el cielo.
[WOMEN CONTINUE PRAYING INDISTINCTLY.]
[WOMEN CONTINUE PRAYING INDISTINCTLY.]
amén.
Dios te salve, MarÃa, llena eres de gracia [WOMEN CONTINUE PRAYING INDISTINCTLY.]
ALL: fruto de tu vientre, Jesús.
Santa MarÃa [VIBRATING CONTINUES.]
[WOMEN CONTINUE PRAYING INDISTINCTLY.]
Santa MarÃa, madre de Dios [WOMEN CONTINUE PRAYING INDISTINCTLY.]
[VIBRATING CONTINUES.]
[VIBRATING STOPS, PRAYING CONTINUES.]
[SIGHS.]
[WOMEN CONTINUE PRAYING INDISTINCTLY.]
[SCOFFS.]
[WOMEN CONTINUE PRAYING INDISTINCTLY.]
WOMAN: Amén.
Amén.
Dios te salve, MarÃa, llena eres de gracia Hey, las señoras brought extra rosarios in case you wanted to join us.
Uh, Trump will stop tweeting before Emma grabs one of those things.
- What about you? - Me? I don't I-I wouldn't even I never done it neither, but, you know, we got to do something proper to send off your mamacita, to honor her.
I know.
I just I-I can't.
[WOMEN CONTINUE PRAYING INDISTINCTLY.]
LYN: Why are they doing that here? Today is the last day, thankfully.
I have to say, though, it is kind of woke for old-school señoras to be so supportive of the gay wife.
Don't you think? I'm impressed.
Where are you going in that getup in this neighborhood? - Yoga.
- [CHUCKLES.]
You're so thirsty.
It's what people wear to yoga.
What is that? It's a 30-day notice.
I'm raising the rent by 3%.
You think they can handle a rent hike? It's, like, an extra $20.
I'm sure they'll be fine.
Okay.
I'll be back in a bit.
Hey, Lyn, uh, just a heads-up Since this whole "sorting out the building" thing is taking longer than I thought, I'm going to look for some kind of weekly sublet situation.
For both of us or just you? It'll be just for me.
Of course it will.
[FOOTSTEPS DEPARTING.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
[INHALES DEEPLY.]
WOMAN: Inhalen total.
Expandan el cuerpo.
Y suéltenlo.
Could you Excuse me.
Despacito, respirando profundo.
Muy bien.
[GIRL SNIFFLING.]
EMMA: Hey.
[DOOR CREAKS.]
Um Where do you come from? WOMAN: Las piernas, y damos vuelta al otro lado.
Aquà desde la cintura estiramos hacia el piso.
Respirando hondo.
Manos en el piso.
Agarran las piernas si pueden y viendo el otro lado del cuarto.
Respirando hondo.
Muy bien, muy bien.
Ahora subiendo a guerrero dos.
Con mucha fuerza.
Estirando de un lado del cuarto al otro.
- Gracias, señora.
- Dios la bendiga.
- CuÃdate.
- Ay, gracias.
[SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY.]
[SIGHS.]
Gracias, Tita.
Venga, Doña Tita.
I'll walk you back to your place.
No, no, no, no.
Don't lock me in there like a momia in my casket.
I'll go down to the bar with you.
But Freddy needs some air anyway.
¿Me espera tantito, Doña Tita? Mm-hmm.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER IN THE DISTANCE.]
¿Me da tres verdes, por favor? SÃ, cómo no.
MARCOS: Yes, comadre! You are giving me sexy-Mexi librarian realness.
Hey, Marcos.
Yes, it's me, presenting in my best hetero norm-core so as not to frighten off la gente with my usual joterÃa.
Oh, I'm doing my civic duty.
Gracias.
So how sickening was the other night? [SIGHS.]
I shouldn't have drunk so much.
When are we gonna get into it again? I'm sorry.
That might've been the one and only time.
Ay, pero why? You were toda Gloria Trevi, whipping your hair back and forth.
You good? Yeah.
Then why haven't you called Cruz? Look, real talk she's been worried sick about you.
Why do people have such big mouths is what I want to know.
You know, I have to get to a thing.
I'll see you around.
Okay.
Bye.
[SOFT LATIN MUSIC PLAYING.]
Before you say anything, I'm already taking care of the red scarlet tag.
Yes, uh, thank you for that.
See? I have initiative.
Plus, we ain't no chipsters up in here.
Could I ask you something? Yeah, I need to ask you something también.
Are you using your car right now? What? No.
Would you mind if I, uh borrow it? Uh, just for an hour or so.
I have amazing insurance.
- No, it's cool.
- I'm a great driver.
And if you don't feel comfortable lending it to me - I totally understand.
I - It's fine.
Take it.
Whatever's mine is yours.
Great.
Thank you.
You like the green ones? Oh, yeah, those are my favorite.
- Here, buen provecho.
- Thank you.
- Namaste.
- ALL: Namaste.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
WOMAN: Adiós.
Karla, I had no idea you were gonna be here.
I promise I didn't come looking to make trouble.
No, I don't believe that, but I'm all Kumbaya because of the pinche yoga, so we should talk.
I don't think that's a good idea.
I don't give a fuck what you think is a good idea.
You're gonna sit right there, and we're gonna talk.
[MAT THUDS.]
[SIGHS.]
Look, Karla, I'm not gonna get into a big fight with you.
I'm not gonna insult you or offend you Do you love him? - No, I'm not doing this.
- You don't.
I know you don't.
You know what I hate? That you're here thinking that I'm the Maleficent of the story, that I made this happen all by myself.
- I didn't.
- No, I know.
That's the part that sucks so bad.
[SCOFFS.]
He's so fucking infected with you.
It would be cruel of me to go into it, but there's something between Johnny and me that goes beyond.
It, like, has its own course and direction.
Yeah.
[CHUCKLES.]
Thanks for not being cruel and going into it.
I don't know what you want me to say.
If I say I love him, which I do, that only hurts you, Karla.
I'm not trying to hurt you.
[SCOFFS.]
Ay, pinche Lyn.
[BREATHES DEEPLY.]
What I wanted to say is that you can have him.
I can't fight you for him.
I won't.
I have this little one to think about now, and I've never been good at the whole Telenovela thing.
Asà que [SIGHS.]
[CHUCKLES.]
Aquà tiene.
Gracias.
You sure you don't want one? - Nah, I'm good.
- Mmm.
Breakfast of champions.
- [CHUCKLES.]
- Bueno, lunch of champions.
Hey, you're not going again tonight, huh? How long are you gonna let that cabrón keep you away from Vigilantes? - I don't know.
- [SIGHS.]
You know you got, like, the most potential of being a badass chingona of anyone I know.
[SIGHS.]
But with this vato you turn all mensa.
Man, you know what I hate? Is that, like, everyone's gonna think I'm running around being a little puta, and, Yoli, you know that's not even true.
I do.
Mm, you got your V-card intact, which is rare around here real talk.
I got you, carnala.
It's a messed-up situation.
[GRUNTS SOFTLY.]
[CHUCKLES.]
All right, all right.
Okay.
Now I want a chamoyada.
You're eating it all, like All right, come on, I guess I can eat away my feelings.
- Come on.
[LAUGHS.]
- Chamoyada for the pain.
- [LAUGHING.]
- [GRUNTING GOOFILY.]
[ENGINE IDLING.]
[ENGINE STOPS.]
[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY.]
Perdón.
¿Eh, me esperan un tantito? Eh I'll be right back.
[MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING.]
[DOOR CLOSES, LOCK CLICKS.]
Hey, Johnny.
[SIGHS.]
What are you doing here, man? Come on, Johnny.
Really? Karla called it off.
- I don't fucking blame her.
- Yeah.
Yeah, I'm walking around here, and everyone's looking at me like I'm some low-down cabrón for letting such a good woman go.
And you know what? They're all right.
I am a cabrón.
But I don't give a fuck.
It's always been Lyn for me.
And that's just the pinche truth.
I love her, Eddy.
[SIGHS.]
Who am I to say shit about fighting for el love de tu vida? Remember how I chased my own Vida when she was pretending to be straight? [EXHALES SHARPLY.]
Go up and handle your business.
El amor es el amor.
Eres mi carnala, Eddy.
[KNOCKING AT DOOR.]
[KNOCKING AT DOOR.]
Coming! [KNOCKING CONTINUES.]
[SIGHS.]
We can do week to week or month to month.
Just need deposit and first payment.
Week to week is fine.
I only need it for a week or two.
Could I Venmo you the first and deposit? Hey, coconut! Hey, arrepentida! You settling in or what? How, uh, soon could I move in after the payment goes through? You know, it doesn't surprise me that you pick a house of mass displacement to occupy.
- I don't know who that is - Now I know where you're staying, I'll make sure to come by with my trusty red spray paint to liven up your new crib.
What is she saying? So you're the one who tagged my bar, you fucking little criminal.
The only criminal I see is that Christopher Columbus bitch standing next to you.
Yeah, you.
I know what you did to the family that used to live here.
You should be fucking ashamed of yourself.
Would you stop acting like some chuntara? Who the fuck are you calling a chuntara, bitch? You, you hood rat.
Were you raised by wolves? No, probably worse.
You [CUP CLATTERS.]
- You little bitch.
- What? MARI: Hey, can you put me in a cell already? It's, like, cruel and unusual punishment to be sitting next to this fucking vendida.
Hey, keep it down, or you really will spend the night in jail.
[DOOR CLOSES.]
Hey, you Miss Wannabe Gringa.
You know, tell me you know, I really want to know.
How does one just, like, denounce their entire culture just so they can pass for white, huh? Well, you start off by getting rid of that huge chip on your shoulder that you suffer from.
Hey, it's called a consciousness.
And then you go out and get a fucking education so you can stop acting so rascuache.
Education.
Snooty-ass bitch, fuck you.
- No, fuck you, little girl.
- What? You're out here claiming to be all about la raza and la gente.
Your activism it's all a fucking act.
Man, shut the fuck up.
You don't know me, all right? Please, I know your kind phony as fuck.
Who do you think you are, huh? You and your puta sister just just come around and, like, shit on everyone and everything.
What does my sister have to do with you being phony? Man, both of you just go back to where you came from, to your fucking high-rise or your condo and just leave us alone.
Especially tell your slutty sister to leave my brother alone.
Now the woke activist is slut-shaming.
Selectively blame the girl that's always great.
You know, Johnny is the one that needs to leave Lyn alone.
Isn't he the one cheating on his fucking pregnant fiancée? [SCOFFS.]
It's disgusting.
Yeah, it is.
Mm.
Your fucking smell is so - I stink? - No.
It's just you smell like you.
Makes me todo pendejo.
Okay, then.
- J? - Hmm? I can't do a back-and-forth thing.
Come here.
[BOTH GRUNT.]
No back-and-forth thing, baby.
All-in.
Mmm.
Don't go yet.
I got to get my things out of Karla's place once and for all.
Okay, you can go.
[CHUCKLES.]
I'll call you later.
- Okay.
- [CHUCKLES.]
Okay.
[GRUNTS.]
[CELL PHONE VIBRATING.]
Hello? Excuse me? Excuse me? Hello? I have to use the bathroom.
Hello? Somebody? [SIGHS.]
I'm gonna pee all over this bench.
They don't care if you piss yourself.
You know how many drunks and meth-heads have pissed themselves right there? [POLICE RADIO BEEPS, INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
[GROANS.]
They treat us like second-cl No, third-class citizens.
You saw how fast that gringa called the cops on us? [SCOFFS.]
She didn't care about your fancy shoes or your muy-muy haircut.
You and I were the same to her.
[EXHALES DEEPLY.]
[POLICE RADIO BEEPS, INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
Um you got a little blood on your leg.
It's clean.
Must've scraped myself on the fence.
Thank you.
Tomorrow we're gonna wake up with a bunch of bruises in a bunch of random places.
My knees look like that.
But, well, they have more than that, though.
[CHUCKLES.]
This one used to look a lot worse.
And you don't care that people see your fucked-up knees? No.
Mm.
I never show my legs.
My pinche tomboy scars are embarrassing.
Well, that's stupid.
Lying, cheating, being a bully those are things to be ashamed of.
But scars They're maps of who you are.
Like tattoos you didn't choose.
Yeah.
This one reminds me of my first day in Texas, when my mother sent me away.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER POLICE RADIO.]
W-why did she send you away? She just did.
To live with my grandma.
That first day I was riding my cousin's bike, and I crash-landed on the asphalt straight on my knees.
When I ran home to my grandma, all bloody and crying, she said "I don't raise chillonas in this house.
I better never see you crying again.
" [TELEPHONE RINGING, INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
Never be a fucking chillona.
[LOCK CLICKS, DOOR OPENS.]
You're free to go.
[DOOR RATTLES.]
Oh, thank God.
Uh What about her? MAN: Her fine hasn't been paid.
[SIGHS.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER POLICE RADIO.]
[BUZZER SOUNDS, DOOR OPENS.]
I didn't ask you to pay for me.
It's Emma who said, so Mari, just get home.
I'ma pay you back.
You better.
Come on, I need, like, three showers.
Hold on.
I just want to say that I showed up.
You called me, and I came.
Because in the future, you're gonna forget and make me out to be like I never show up, so make a note.
I showed up.
Noted.
Now can we fucking just [PLAYING PALOMA NEGRA.]
Hay momentos En que quisiera Mejor rajarme Mejor rajarme Y arrancarme ya los clavos ALL: De mi penar Pero mis ojos WOMAN: Se mueren sin mirar Tus ojos ALL: Y mi cariño Con la aurora te vuelve a esperar [SCREAMING WILDLY.]
- [LAUGHTER.]
- WOMAN: Ya agarraste ALL: Por tu cuenta Las parrandas Paloma negra, paloma negra ¿Dónde, dónde andarás? Ya no puedes I'm sorry for keeping the car all day.
I won't borrow it again.
WOMAN: Parrandera Uh Can I, uh, speak to you privately just over here? No.
Actually, you can talk to me right here en frente de todos.
[SIGHS.]
But if you're gonna talk to me about some bullshit, like hiking rents or late fees or selling the bar, you can keep that shit to yourself, 'cause I don't feel like hearing it.
EMMA: Uh, we should get her upstairs.
I'm just gonna Come on, let's just But do you want to know what I do feel like hearing right now? I feel like hearing why you two are so freakin' feelingless about your amá.
I'm not feelingless.
It's been over a week since mi Vida died, and you walk around like nothing.
What's wrong with you two? How could you be so coldhearted? I'm not gonna let you police how I do or do not mourn my own mother, okay? I would have these daydreams where we could all be a family and go camping like gabacho families do, todo with, like, canoes and tents and shit, like a proper family, porque I think that's what Vida always wanted, so that's what I wanted.
If that's what she wanted, she would've done something about it, but she didn't.
Ya basta.
Tonight we toast your mother's último adiós so that she may leave us in peace and this pobrecita can also rest.
Here.
[KEYS CLATTER ON TABLE.]
I don't know how to do this.
DOÃA TITA: Here.
You pour the tequila.
And then you drink it.
That's not what I meant.
I don't either.
DOÃA TITA: Come on, música.
WOMAN: Si tus caricias Deben ser mÃas De nadie más To the after-vida! Salud! - Salud! - Salud! [ALL SHOUTING WILDLY.]
WOMAN: Paloma negra Eres la reja de un penar [HELICOPTER WHIRRING OVERHEAD.]
TLALOC: I don't understand.
We have the numbers.
Why can't we show up at the cafe and the building site? We have enough people.
Because people also have jobs and school and shit.
Come on, Yoli, that's weak.
YOLI: I'm sorry, but that's real.
[CHAIR CLATTERS, SCRAPING ON GROUND.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
[CLEARS THROAT.]
All right, then we'll start with the coffee shop tomorrow morning and the building site.
Why don't we take a vote? I mean, why don't we ever take a vote? - We do vote.
- No, we don't.
You vote, and we do.
This was and will always be an egalitarian coalition.
And you know that, Marisol.
Well, let's take a vote right now.
- WOMAN: Yeah.
- Go ahead.
MARI: Hands up to protest the coffee shop tomorrow.
Hands up for the building site on Soto.
Right on.
MARI: What time should we do, then? They start work at 8:00 a.
m.
8:00 a.
m.
sound good? - MAN: Yeah.
- WOMAN: Yeah.
[CLEARS THROAT.]
Badass.
WOMAN: Ay, qué triste me siento ALL: Ay, qué triste me siento [VIBRATOR BUZZING.]
Te largaste sin medias palabras [WOMEN SHOUTING WILDLY.]
[SOBS SOFTLY.]
Las personas mencionan tu nombre [WOMEN SINGING INDISTINCTLY.]
[WOMEN SHOUTING WILDLY.]
[SNIFFLES.]
[CRYING.]
WOMEN: Ay, qué triste me siento [SOBBING.]
WOMEN: Ay, qué triste me siento He entendido bien tu sufrimiento Ay, qué triste me siento [WOMAN CHEERING WILDLY.]
Mi esperanza ha sido asesinada Y ha minado mi sueño [WOMAN CHEERING WILDLY.]
Te encuentro desmejorado, otra idiota se coló Por la rendija De tu necio corazón Encuentro que es la historia repetida Tantos años, tanta vida Emulando una caida Ya no aprenden la lección [WOMAN CHEERING WILDLY.]