All language subtitles for Vida - 01x01 - Pilot

¿Qué pasa, mi raza?

This is your girl La Pinche Chinche.

This is a manifesto, mi gente.

So grab a pencil and take note,

because this morning,
I'm saying, "Basta."

The way they shut us down

at the city council meeting last night

was some straight bullshit.
Like, if we shouldn't have

a say in, in how or where we live.

But if those fuckers think
that we're gonna take this,

this occupation, this recolonization
lying down,

they got another thing coming, mi gente.

Como dijo Zapata:

"We're not fucking
kneeling for you putos."

If you try to come in
here and replace places

and displace people,

good working-class people, too,

you better prepare yourselves...

Man: Mari!

because you will see us rise up.

- Man: Mari!
- You're gonna see us

- come at you like...
- Man: Marisol!

Ven a hacerme unos huevos.

Sí, Apá. Ya voy.

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Eddy: This neighborhood
really loved your Amá.

De verdad.

You should see how todo
mundo's been behaving.

Real stand up. As soon as
everybody heard,

they showed up with some flan.
Here you go.

Oh. No, sorry. I'm vegan.

What?

Don't. I, I got it.

I've been texting you like a maniac.

I said, "Text me as soon as you land."

Um, I'm here.

Hello.

- Hi, I'm Eddy.
- Emma, this is Eddy.

Um, she's the one that, um,

she helped Mami run
the bar and was, like,

her roommate.

I'm sorry. Vidalia had a roommate?

Hey, it's so good to finally meet you.

I mean, not under these circumstances,

pero.

Yeah.

I'd gotten a chance to meet
Lyn here when she visited...

- Oh, is that right?
- Yeah.

Pero tú me faltabas.

Your Amá wouldn't shut up about you.

I doubt that.

So,

we're all set for the funeral.

It's gonna be at Evergreen, of course.

Afterwards, we're all
gonna come back here

for the reception downstairs en el bar.

So it made the most sense.

Everybody knew your Ma
from La Chinita, so...

You made that decision.

Pues I guess I did.

Isn't that something that
Lyn and I should have decided?

Well, to tell you the
truth, I'm just following

your Mamacita's wishes.

It's all on her page
that she made online.

She sort of made all of her arrangements

a while ago when she found out.

Why don't I give you
two some private time?

I'll be...

Este, there's still a lot of things

to set up downstairs.

Let me go and do that.

Give a grito if you need anything.

Who the hell's that person?

- She just told you.
- Yeah, she just told me,

because I can't count
on you to tell me shit.

Like, by the way,
Vidalia had a roommate?

When exactly am I supposed to give you

all these roommate updates?

All those times you never call me?

What's with all the flan?

Emma, I saw her in May,
and she didn't look sick.

She looked fine. She was...

Hold up.

Did you know?

What? That she was sick?
No, no. No, I didn't.

I, I was as surprised as
you were. I swear to God.

You apparently knew that
she had a random roommate.

Well, that's because I
actually talk to Mami.

Talked to Mami.

Please, you calling Vidalia

anytime you're short on rent
isn't exactly talking, is it?

What's wrong with you?

Our mother is dead.

I know you and Mami had your, your,

whatever, your, like, disagreements.

- "Disagreements"?
- Can we just, Emma.

- Really?
- Emma. She's dead.

Can that please override your cuntiness

just while we bury her?

After, we can both go back

to our regularly scheduled
programming of not talking,

but for today just,

please.

Seriously, what's with
all the fucking flan?

Heavenly Father, we stand before You

with breaking hearts in hand.

We kneel before You, Holy Lord,

steeped in our loneliness in grief

over this great loss.

Help us find comfort in one another

through this tragedy.

And never let us forget

to put You in the
forefront of our grieving.

May You give us the strength

to bear this heavy burden, Oh, Lord.

In Jesus' name, we pray. Amen.

Ay, Dios mío.

- ¿Un plato, seño?
- Ay, gracias.

Toma, mi'jo. Aquí lo tienes, ¿ah?

Mi'ja.

I'm supposed to tell you to stop crying

and to be una mujercita.

It's not me saying it.

That's her talking.

Ay.

Lo siento mucho.

Lo siento mucho.

Did you even eat today?

Yeah. I ate.

What did you eat? Huh?

I haven't seen you eat shit, Eddy.

Why do old ladies wear so much lipstick?

God, when was the last time Vidalia

did anything with this place?

The Dollar Store brand
doesn't come off either.

Look at this carpet.

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- Oh, my fucking God.
- What?

- What the hell are you doing?
- It's Johnny.

Fuck me! Why didn't I
think I'd see him today?

Oh, yeah. That's him.

And that is definitely
some sort of wifey

or baby mama he has with him.

- Shut up. What?
- Mm.

Oh, God. I know her.

We were in homeroom together.

Her name is Carla.

I think.

She used to call me
"Abercrombie and Bitch."

I hated her so much.

- Hi, ladies.
- Oh, Hi, Cruz.

Thought you might need a little fill-up.

I figured the punch was safe enough.

I'm actually so thirsty.

Thank you for this,

fructose-y drink.

Oh, it's what there was.

I can get you some water

or maybe something a little stronger.

Oh, no, no, this is, thanks.

And thank you for coming.

A lot of thank-yous
to be said today, huh?

And a lot of sorries.

Mine included.

My deepest condolences about your mom.

Emma, I'm sorry.

Thank you.

I hear of all these good things

happening for you up in Chicago.

I just want you to know
I'm real proud of you.

Por siempre.

Again, I'm so sorry about your mom.

It's so weird.

Seeing people who you
thought were grown-ups

now as a grown-up.

She wasn't that much older than us.

Oh, I know.

She just seemed old to me
'cause she was in college.

A lot of good that did her.

She's still here,

stuck.

How much longer do we have to do this?

You know what? I, I can't.

I can't talk to any more of these,

mi vida locas.

No one wants to say Hi to me anyways.

That's probably true.

Déjame!

Hey, hey. Okay, Eddy.

I'm just messing. I can't hold...

Eddy! This ain't fucking funny!

- Hey, man!
- Give me the fucking knife.

- It's, like, a baby knife.
- Hey!

This is not the way.

Look at what you're
doing and look around.

You think all this gente
can handle another funeral?

You'd put them through that again?

Come on, man.

You don't want this.

Manny!

Will you play already?

Hey.

Hello.

I was coming down to get
a broom to clean the glass.

Yeah.

Down here probably.

You look good.

Like, healthy.

Thanks.

Is that your, um, is that your wife?

It's my fiance.

You know her.

Carla, right?

Yeah.

All right, I'm gonna...

It's so hard, Johnny...

Like, to think that Mami's really gone.

I can't even say it out loud.

Oh, my God.

Oh, shit.

Oh, wait.

Now back to the baby mama.

She's not my baby mama. She's my fiance.

- That's what I meant.
- Oh, man.

How could I fucking forget,

Miss Superior Ass Lynda Hernández?

What? She's pregnant.
That's all I meant.

- Yeah, with my baby.
- Huh.

And that doesn't make her a baby mama.

God, I'm such a pendejo.

Don't play the games.

Come on.

We can both be grown-ups about this.

You came here looking to see me.

And you found me.

You still think everything
is all about you, don't you?

I came because Eddy is good people,

and her wife just died.

That's why I came.

Her what?

You know, my Grandfather used
to work for the real Chinita,

the one you all named your bar after.

You don't remember me, do you?

We used to stay over on Soto.

My mom and your mom,

used to volunteer at Casa together.

Sorry.

Nelson Herrera.

My deepest condolences.

Thanks.

What are you guys thinking
of doing with the building?

Like I said, I, I grew up around here,

so I have an understanding from
a very particular vantage point

about what's happening
with the neighborhood.

Look, if you ever want to talk options,

get in touch.

I can be a bridge
between you and a company

that would be very interested
in acquiring the building.

And because, you know,
I know you, I could...

Right. We go way back.

Think about it and call me, okay?

Emma.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Sorry.

I think we might need to talk.

- How long?
- Full-on married?

Just two years.

That fucking hypocrite!

No, we're not gonna say filthy things

about your Amá, okay?

Wait a minute.

You knew, didn't you?

I didn't know.

But I didn't not know.

- You know what I mean?
- Fucking Lyn!

I mean, Emma, I come home and
Mami's got a random roommate.

It was a little weird.

I just figured it wasn't
any of my business, you know?

Let's see the will.

The page that you mentioned, pull it up.

Like always, you don't tell me shit.

- What does it say?
- Just wait.

Hey, that was your Amá's idea.

She's the one that wanted it that way.

Just so you know,

this is never happening.

Get your purse.

I'm so not mentally
prepared to be dealing

with adult shit like a will.

This whole time that liar was married,

and to a woman.

What a fucking cunt.

Hey! Hey.

I, I'm sorry, but you're
gonna have to stop being

such an unbelievable bitch about Mami.

Okay, listen to this.

Vidalia has left us the building.

But we have to split it three ways.

- Three ways?
- Mm-hmm.

- With the wife?
- Yup.

I mean,

I guess that makes sense.

Over my dead body.

I'll take that carpet
muncher to all the courts

- before I let that happen.
- Emma,

you're sounding really
homophobic right now.

Please understand that I give zero fucks

that Vidalia was batting
for the tortilleras.

It's not even about that. It's about...

What a hypocrite.

I don't understand. Why a hypocrite?

¿Ya querían ordenar?

¿Me podría dar una
orden de asada, por favor?

It always freaks me
out when you do that.

What, that I actually went
out and learned Spanish

so I wouldn't speak pocho
Spanglish like you or Vidalia?

Mom wasn't pocha.

To Vidalia "watchala" and "parkear"

were actual words.

Okay, maybe she was a little pocha.

Un momento. Do you want anything?

God, no. Thank you.

Eso es todo, gracias.

Una orden de tacos.

Mmm. Mmm.

Mmm. Mmm.

Is that Jupiter?

Shut up. You know his name is Juniper.

And, yes.

I'll call him later.

He wants his truck back.
I just kind of took it.

Mm. Mm-hmm.

We're opening a store.

Well, I'm opening a store,
and Juniper is investing in it.

Oh, God.

No, no, you'll love this.

I've created this line of
Aztec-inspired lotions,

all fair-sourced ingredients.

It's very exciting.

Is this like that
scrap-metal jewelry line

I gave you money for?

Found-object accessories.

And I'm still gonna
pay you back for that.

Right.

I am.

I knew you were gonna bring that up.

You know you don't have
to pay me back. Come on.

This thing says,

that Vidalia wanted us
to manage the building

or have the wife do it,

but there is no way in hell.

We have to get rid of it.

I have a question.

Okay.

I'm pretty sure that half the tenants

are still undocumented.

Would they be able
to rent anywhere else?

Like you really care.

What kind of Mexican would
I be if I didn't care?

Plus, Emma, given what
happened with Papi...

Don't.

Just stop, okay?

I would think that
would be the first thing

you would think about.

Yeah, well, I try to never
think about it, actually.

You have to remember that
there's also a bar involved

that requires actual attention.

And from what I saw today,
that place is falling apart.

I have a life back in
Chicago, a job to get back to.

Oh, that's your life, huh?

You know, I don't have
time to get distracted.

I'm not gonna stay here to run
a piece-of-shit bar, are you?

- Negative.
- There you go, then.

We have to sell it.

As soon as we can.

I, uh, I met somebody
that I think can help us.

I'll talk to him, yeah? Awesome.

La cuenta, por favor.

Gracias.

Birria is a total steal at $4 a bowl,

or a buck fifty per taco.

It's the goat stew you
never thought you needed,

but trust me, you really do.

It is amazing.

Cease and desist, you fucking Becky.

- Whoa!
- I see you.

I see you try to Columbus our shit.

But birria don't need
discovering, all right?

'Cause birria's been here.

Reporter: We're just here for the food.

That way you can hack the
shit out of it, and then...

Oh, what do you think they're shooting?

Seriously, it's all good.

Oh, seriously?

It's not all good,
you Warby Parker bitch.

You two better get to stepping.

- Man: Chill out, come on.
- Get the fuck out of here.

Is she about to jump them?

No, come on. This
is none of our business.

Besides, it's two
against one. It's fine.

What's it to you, pinches gringas?

Keep it moving.

First of all, I'm not a fucking gringa,

so fuck you.

Second, you don't
tell me where I can go.

Emma, not here. Let's go.

Qué chingados did you just said to me?

Why are you being such a bully?

Who you calling a bully?

I'm out here defending my
neighborhood, all right?

Have you even considered

that maybe this birria restaurant

could use the business?

When was the last time you went in there

and bought a plate of birria?

No, you fucking didn't
with that vendida logic.

Oh, what is this? You doing Chola 101?

Listen, bitch...

Wait, are you Marisol Sánchez?

- Little Mari?
- What?

It's me. Lyn, Hernández.

You're Johnny's little sister.

Oh, my God, little Mari. Look at you.

You remember my sister, Emma, don't you?

Oh, yeah, I remember this bitch.

She used to walk around here all bourgie

and stuck up and shit.

Yep, that's her. We
were just going back.

Pinche Tía Tom.

Don't let me peep you around here again.

Okay.

It was good seeing you, Mari.

Hey, say "Hi" to your brother for me.

Uh, nah, sorry. I won't be doing that.

You're persona non grata
around here, Lyn Hernández.

Everyone always knew
you were a fucking puta.

Both of you white-tina bitches.

Well, okay, then.

Yeah, she meant that, too.

She really did.

Well, it isn't a homecoming

till someone calls you a puta, right?

Welcome the fuck home, then.

She turned into a little chola.

I wonder what Johnny thinks about that.

I got a little worried about you two.

We still know our way around.

Ah, pues sí.

Why wouldn't you, right?

Hey, I wanted to,

could I talk to you about,

about the whole building, the bar?

You know what?

I'm gonna go, uh, knock on, uh,

doña Lupe's real quick.

Where are you going?
This concerns you, too.

I'll be back.

You can, like, give me
the nutshell or whatever.

Always.

I heard that Nelson spoke to you.

Of course you did.

I forgot that chisme
spreads like chlamydia

at a frat house in this neighborhood.

Emma, he's not good gente.

That's all I want to say to you.

He gets people in these bad situations.

His company, they go around
lending people money

that they can't pay back.

So these developers,
they buy up everything

and tear it down and build it back up

in a way that nobody could afford it.

Somebody's affording it.

Hey!

Get off that edge right now!

I said get down from there!

I saw you up here before.

You know you're not
supposed to be up here.

Do you hear me?

Todo va a estar bien, mi'ja.

De veras.

Thank you, doña Lupe.

I got her bad!

You're getting too wet!

Oh, my girls, I love you so much.

A ver.

Come dance a little dance with me.

Let's see. Just how I taught you.

El bidi bidi bom bom.

How does it go?

El bidi bidi bom bom. A ver, ¿cómo va?

Emma.

Let me show you how to do this.

The cumbia is very tricky.

Eso. Así, miren. Y muevan los hombros.

Y ahora...

Miren a cámara.

Ahora todas, a la cámara.

Mami.

Looks like they're having fun a little.