All language subtitles for Vida.S01E03.720p.WEB.H264-DEFLATE[eztv]_track3_eng

I am looking
at different options

for the building,
including a potential sale.

I didn't agree
to sell nothing.

Johnny!

I want to take care
of you here--Aah!

I'll pay my mother's debt
before I ever sell to you.

We're gonna have
to stay a little longer

until I figure out
what weare going to do.

Yeah? Yeah?

Yeah.

They're beyond amazing.

They were substitute teachers,
like, basically last year,

and now they're playing
Coachella.

Yeah, I haven't heard
of them yet.

You want me to share
their playlist with you?

I mean, if you don't mind me

knowing your profile name
and stuff.

No need.

Got it.

Thanks for
the recommendation...

and everything else.

I hope it did
the trick for you.

I'm so thirsty.

Hello, loquita.

Why "loquita"?

You know...

You know, some
of those moves you did...

I mean...

I watch some porn, but I must
be watching the wrong kind.

Which moves?

You know...

Like when you twisted around

so I could see
how I looked going in.

Like that.

That's a move?

Hey, I don't mean
nothing by it.

I just mean you got some wild
new tricks in your repertory.

I like it.

It's like...

the old Lyn,
but, like, 2.0 and freaky.

Mm.

Your body, too.

Like these.

I mean...

I like them.
I'm not going to lie.

But also, there was nothing
wrong with the old ones either.

¿Quiúbole?

Do you understand that
that is a shitty thing to say?

Wait. Why?
I'm telling you I like them.

Where you go--

Where you going?

Lyn!

Hey, shady lady.

Is this insomnia, or are you
just getting in, too?

Just got in.

I was hanging out...

with Johnny.

Emma, why is it
all so complicated?

Because you make it
complicated, Lyn.

You're a full-on agent
of chaos.

No, it, like, follows me.

It's a scientific fact.
I can't escape drama.

Where have you been?

I knew it.

- Okay.
- I totally knew it.

Then why didn't you
say anything?

- Why didn't you say anything?
- When do we ever say anything?

God, that's so true.

That's sad.
We should say stuff.

You know, for a while,
I was a little fluid myself.

I mean, who isn't, right?

I guess it runs in the family.

Don't.

Mm. I'm just saying...

I support any way
you want to identify.

I don't identify as anything.
I'm just me.

No, I hear you.
I'm just saying...

Your sister supports you.

So did you have
fun tonight?

Are you going to see
that Sam again?

- I don't do that.
- You don't do what?

See people again.

See, that's sad, too.

Hey, do you think I could
borrow some money,

just to get by
for a little bit

while we figure out
the whole bar situation

or how we're gonna split
the profits or whatever?

What bar profits
are you talking about?

Have you not understood
what I've been saying?

Vidalia was
completely overleveraged.

She took out
that fucking loan

which she was never going
to pay back.

So all we inherited,
little sister, was her debt.

And what does that mean?

And please don't yell at me
for asking.

It means I paid
the overdue mortgage payments

out of my own money

to keep us from going
into foreclosure,

and foreclosure's
bad, just--

Well, I know that.

Now I need to figure out a way
to get the building

to bring in enough
to pay its own mortgage

until I can find
a way to sell it.

Well, fuck.

Okay.

There's just too much
I don't know

about how they were running
this place,

because the wife has been shady
about showing me the books.

You know what?

I'm not gonna wait for her.
Fuck her!

Emma, wait.

I know they're in there.

I'm sure Eddy has the key.

You can ask her for it
in the morning.

If she wanted me to have
the key, I'd have it already.

Emma, no!

This is so unnecessary.

Oh, it's just me.

What the hell
are you doing here?

It just got too late.
I didn't want to wake Karla.

Well, nah, 'cause
then she'd know

you've been
stepping out on her.

Shut up, Mari. No digas things
you know nothing about.

No, hey, I do know, okay?
I fucking saw you.

Yeah, I saw you at the shop
with that puta, cabrón.

Johnny,
you're not that dude.

You're about to be a dad.

And Karla--
she's good people, okay?

She don't deserve you doing
to her like this.

You think I haven't said
all this to my own self?

Then por qué chingados
are you doing it?

You don't get it, 'cause you
never had a thing

like this with nobody.
Me and Lyn--

No, please.
No empieces with Lyn, okay?

Because I'm gonna throw up.

Look, all I know
about Lyn and you

is that every time
she comes around,

you turn into a pendejo.

Only before, you didn't have
a kid on the way.

You don't have to be a husband
to be a good father, Mari.

Gross.
Can you hear yourself?

You know,
why don't you mind

your own fucking business
already?

- Really? I'm--
- ¿Qué están haciendo?

Es muy noche.

Sorry, apá. Um, I'm just not
used to Johnny sleeping here,

so me asustó.

No, you were being
a metiche, Marisol.

I heard you.

Tu hermano--
he's a grown man.

Go back to bed.

Apá, I wasn't being
a metiche.

A dormir, te digo.

- Did you find stuff?
- Yeah.

Even though this thing
is a hot mess.

And by the way,
what kind of dinosaurs

keep their bookkeeping
in an actual book?

Even though it's a mess,
I can tell that Vidalia

had this place bleeding money.

The wife, too,
for that matter.

She doesn't exactly seem
the brightest.

Emma, don't be mean.

They never raised the rent.

They ran bar tabs
no one ever paid.

The drinks cost the same
as when we left.

And they're borrowing
from Peter to pay Paul.

I seriously don't see how
this building can be salvaged.

You don't want to save it.

So what do you care?

You just want
to sell it and go.

Sell it?

Has no one been paying
attention?

There is nothing to sell.

We owe more
than the building is worth.

We were fine until Vida
had to take out that loan.

There is no way
you were fine

if you had to take out
a second mortgage.

Pos, we were making due.

They lent us that money

so we could fix
all the plumbing upstairs.

And te lo juro that
we would have worked it out,

because we always did.

Your amá
always figured it out.

But then she got sick...

Really sick.

And by then,
who gave a fuck

about pipes and mortgages
and shit like that?

She was fucking dying!

Eddy, I'm so sorry.

No te quería molestar,
pero it's the sink again.

Mi viejo doesn't come back
until 4:00 this morning

from his shift.

Oh, okay.
I can take a look.

Eduina, Eduina.

¿Viste?

Estos me los regaló

un fotógrafo muy famoso.

Ay, excuse her.

Tita's on her shoe trip,
like she gets,

where she swears
she was a famous shoe model.

Yo no sé de dónde saca
esas cosas.

Claro que sí
fui shoe model...

y muy famosa.

But then ese viejo
bueno-pa'-nada came

and fucked everything up,

and then
no more beautiful shoes.

- Tita.
- Eduina...

don't you never marry
a lazy man.

Don't worry, doña Tita.
I won't.

Por acá, Eddy.

Where did she get
all those shoes?

Sabrá Dios.

Eddy, ¿me disculpas?
I have to get ready for work.

- Sí, pásele.
- ¿Sí?

Ahí te dejo entonces.

Sabes que si you no talk
to las plantitas,

they die?

Y no es el agua.

Es la conversation.

¿Verdad, mi linda preciosa?

I should have you come over

and talk
to my plants, doña Tita.

I don't have the thumb.

Sabes...

a mí me han dicho,
"We all die three times."

Una vez...

when we breathe
our last breath.

Y luego...

when they put us
in the ground.

And third...

when the last person alive
who knows us and remembers us

says our name
for the last time.

I don't have to tell you,

but three more families

have been pushed
out of their homes this week.

- That shit ain't right.
- Mm-mm.

We need to step it up.

Yeah.

Ya límpiate la baba.

How's that "bajapantis" routine
working on you, too?

Cállate.

Even the nonprofits
letting this shit happen.

So, like always, we remain
the last line of defense.

We cannot lose another Pérez,
another González,

or another Calderón family
to these developers.

We need to take action.

This is economic warfare.

- That's right.
- Let's do it.

All right.

I need help looking
for buildings that are for sale

in the 90033.

Any volunteers?

Ay, Mari.

I was thinking of hunting down

some vegan food downtown.

- Are you up for it?
- No, not right now.

How's it going?

Here, make yourself useful.
Take these up to the wife.

Tell her these are personal
and have no business

with the bills and invoices
down here.

This is what I get
for asking.

Also, tell her
she needs to come down

and explain her scribblings

from those notebooks
I found by the bar.

And you come
back down, too.

I'm about to open the bar,
and I'll need your help.

- You could say "please."
- Please, Lyn.

Just please.

Hey, you're going
to that vendor rally

in Hollenbeck?

Want to walk over together?

- Um...
- Hey, Mari.

Can you stay after a bit?

Talk about posters?

Yeah. Of course.

Yeah.

Thank you.

- Um...
- Okay, bye!

- No. No, that's all right.
- Sorry.

Hey, let me grab
the notebooks.

I'm gonna go get
my marching orders.

Although if you guys are gonna
want me to tend bar,

y'all are gonna have
to show me.

I don't know a single thing
about mixology.

- Where is she?
- Oh, hey, Karla.

- Where is that puta?
- Which one?

You know
who I'm talking about, Eddy.

- Where's Lyn?
- Uh, Lyn?

- Uh, I haven't seen her.
- Come on, Eddy.

No soy una pendeja.

I might be a cabrona right now
but I'm not a pendeja.

You're not a cabrona, and
you're not a pendeja, Karla.

Why is everybody
playing dumb right now?

Hey, girl, I know
that you're encabronada,

but maybe that's not so good
for the baby.

You know you recognize
that tattoo.

Don't even front
like you don't.

Don't you cover
for that cualquiera, too.

Hey, I'm not covering
for no one.

I just never seen you
like this,

so you got me
all frekeada.

That bitch thinks
she can come back here

and play
with people's lives?

It's all a game to her, Eddy.
She was always like this.

Una hija de la chingada.

Sorry, Eddy.
You know what I mean.

Not saying anything about Vida.

What do you think
you're doing

coming into our place
of business, causing a scene?

Emma, I have no bronca
with you.

I just want to talk to your
sister, and I'll be on my way.

And I have no bronca with you,
but you need to go.

Hey, Karlita,
maybe leave this for later,

for when you're
more tranquila.

Really, Eddy?

You're gonna take that
low-down bitch's side in this?

Fuck you, Eddy.
You known me all my life.

Hey, come on, Karla.

Hey, enough
with the chola antics.

Watch who you call
a chola.

You're not coming in here
and disrespecting this person

you claim to know all your life

when she just buried
her wife...

Because you're caught
in some hood love triangle!

Have some fucking respect!

Eddy, I meant no disrespect.

This...

This is just
a shitty situation

to find yourself in
right at this moment.

Karla, you should talk
to Johnny.

He's the one who gave you
that ring, not me.

- You're something else, Lyn.
- She is.

She is something else.

You're not wrong to want to
murder her, but not here, okay?

Fine.

But I want to give you
something.

This is what Johnny missed
when he didn't show up

to our appointment
this morning.

You should remember,
you're messing up three lives,

not just two.

Chaos, Lyn.

Always the fucking chaos.

All right, I got it.

Thanks.

Hey, Mari.

Come over here.

Why do you look like
you're going

to the principal's office?

Hmm?

I like it when you do
your hair like that...

a lo chonguito.

It's 'cause it's dirty.

Uh, my hair.

Mm.

Is it?

Mmm.

Damn, girl.

You really know
how to handle me, don't you?

Mmm.

Oh.

Wasn't that just the tackiest
thing anyone could possibly do?

Like, she thought
of that move ahead of time

and brought the sonogram
on purpose

to make some kind
of point?

I mean, who uses
their unborn child that way?

Wait until Johnny
hears about this,

because he's going to, and he's
gonna think she is so ratchet.

Lyn, you do understand
that you're the wrong one here.

What you're doing,
it's wrong.

You know what?

I know everyone around here

abides by these notions
of monogamy

that society
has imposed on them,

but fuck that.

That shit's not real.

Lyn, you just fucked up
that girl's life for sport,

just to prove that you could,

but this isn't school games
anymore, Lyn.

You and Johnny
need to grow the fuck up.

There's a link
I have with Johnny

that I'm not even gonna try
to explain to you

because you're incapable
of understanding

anything having to do
with real human emotions.

So why don't we
just leave it at that?

Is this what you're gonna do
with your time--

watch TV all day and jog?

- What do you want me to do?
- I don't know.

I could really use your help

figuring out
how to save this building.

But that's not
what you do, right?

No, your thing is letting
other people fix your problems.

I just want to say
that... No, wait, Amber.

I want to say
this one thing to you.

If I walk out of that door,
that's it, I mean it.

No more looking back.
Are you okay with that?

You know...

the last time you left...

I changed it all around.

I was like...

"I'm gonna turn
my life around."

I took night classes.

That's when I started
working out,

not eating pork,
all that shit.

And that's when Karla
came along.

She helped me pick up
all the pieces.

No llores, please, baby girl.

You know I can't stand it
when you cry.

I just did this
all wrong. I--

No matter how much
I want to do this,

no matter how much
I want to do you and me...

I can't just think
about myself no more.

I can't...

You could've just
told me this in a text.

You didn't have to bring me

to the most romantic
parking spot in the city

to fucking break my heart.

I owe you
better than that.

Come on,
a fucking text?

And this is so stupid,
but...

I couldn't leave things
how we left them last night.

I mean, if that was going
to be the last time

we were ever going--

Who gives a fuck
at this point?

I give a fuck.

I need you to know
that I wasn't saying

any type of thing
about your--

well, about your boobs.

Don't.

I think it came off
like that.

Don't--Stop.
You're making it worse.

Hey.

Lyn...

I think you're
the most beautiful thing

that's ever walked
the world.

And I didn't want you to go off
thinking otherwise.

I didn't even want
to get them done.

Did that asshole
make you do it?

Not that asshole...

but another asshole.

And he didn't, like...

force me.

I just didn't know
how to say no.

I'm so bad at saying no

when people want me to be
the thing they need, you know?

I'm so stupid.

- No, you're not.
- I am.

I am, 'cause look at me--

now I'm stuck
with these and...

All alone.

Just stop.

Some old Cuban man
gave Vida this cigar,

like, when it was illegal.

Es más sabroso.

¿Verdad?

Claro.

She was saving it
for a special occasion--

I don't know,

for, like, when the girls
had a baby or something.

I don't know what for.

Why do we do that--

always save the good stuff
for later?

And later never comes.

And we never get
to enjoy it.

Yo no.

Yo sé que my days
are numbered.

So I touch every leaf,

every petal,

and I grab, eh,
puños de tierra.

And when I can get
away with it,

I grab an ass
or two también.

Doña Tita!

Hey, I'm not dead
till I'm dead.

Pass me that cigar.

Me and Vida...

we had so many plans,
doña Tita.

Mm.

We were gonna
remodel the bar.

She had a whole Pin-interest
board of design ideas.

We were even gonna...

tell the girls, uh,
about us getting married...

bring the family
back together again...

set things right
with Emma.

But then...

¿Ya ves?

Chin.

You know what
I should've done?

Mm.

I should've dipped the cigar
in some rum.

Vida always liked her cigars
dipped in rum.

Pues sí.

Our Vidalia

was a beautiful dragon.

Mm-hmm.

Although si lo mojas,

pues luego no prende.

- What you mean?
- The cigar.

You can't light it
if it's all wet.

You're right.