All language subtitles for Vida.S01E05.720p.WEB.H264-DEFLATE

Look, all I know
about Lyn and you

is that every time
she comes around,

you turn into a pendejo.

- Where is she?
- Hey, Karla.

Where is that puta?

I never wanted to leave.
Vidalia sent me away.

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.

Hágase Su voluntad aquí
en la Tierra como en el cielo.

Amén.

Dios te salve, María,
llena eres de gracia...

fruto de tu vientre, Jesús.

Santa María...

Santa María, madre de Dios...

Amén. Amén.

Dios te salve, María,
llena eres de gracia...

Hey, las señoras brought
extra rosarios

in case you wanted to join us.

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.

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.

You are 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, 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.

Inhalen total.

Expandan el cuerpo.

Y suéltenlo.

Could you... Excuse me.

Despacito, respirando profundo.

Muy bien.

Hey.

Um...

Where do you come from?

Las piernas,
y damos vuelta al otro lado.

Aquí 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.

- Cuídate.
- Ay, gracias.

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?

¿Me da tres verdes, por favor?

Sí, cómo no.

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 jotería.

I'm doing my civic duty.

Gracias.

So how sickening
was the other night?

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.

Before you say anything, I'm already
taking care of the red scarlet tag.

Yes, 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...

borrow it?

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?

Yeah, those are my favorite.

- Here, buen provecho.
- Thank you.

- Namaste.
- Namaste.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Ay, pinche Lyn.

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.

Así que...

Aquí tiene. Gracias.

You sure you don't want one?

Nah, I'm good.

Breakfast of champions.

Bueno, lunch of champions.

Hey, you're not going
again tonight?

How long are you
gonna let that cabrón

keep you away from Vigilantes?

I don't know.

You know...

you got, like,
the most potential

of being a badass chingona
of anyone I know.

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.

You got your V-card intact,

which is rare around here...
Real talk.

I got you, carnala.

It's a messed-up situation.

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.
- Chamoyada for the pain.

Perdón. ¿Me esperan un tantito?

I'll be right back.

Hey, Johnny.

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.

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?

Go up and handle your business.

El amor es el amor.

Eres mi carnala, Eddy.

Coming!

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, 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. I'm just...
- You know, but now that I know where you're gonna be 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...

- You little bitch.
- What?

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.

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?

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?

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?

It's disgusting.

Yeah, it is.

Your fucking smell is so...

- I stink?
- No.

It's just...

you smell like you.

Makes me todo pendejo.

Okay, then.

J?

I can't do
a back-and-forth thing.

Come here.

No back-and-forth thing, baby.

All-in.

Don't go yet.

I got to get my things out of
Karla's place once and for all.

Okay, you can go.

I'll call you later.

Okay.

Okay.

Hello?

Excuse me? Excuse me? Hello?
I have to use the bathroom.

Hello?

Somebody?

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?

They treat us like second-cl...

No, third-class citizens.

You saw how fast that gringa
called the cops on us?

She didn't care
about your fancy shoes

or your muy-muy haircut.

You and I were the same to her.

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.

This one
used to look a lot worse.

And you don't care that people
see your fucked-up knees?

No.

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.

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."

Never be a fucking chillona.

You're free to go.

Thank God.

What about her?

Her fine hasn't been paid.

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...

I'm sorry for keeping
the car all day.

I won't borrow it again.

Can I, speak to you
privately just over here?

No. Actually, you can talk
to me right here

en frente de todos.

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.

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.

I don't know how to do this.

Here.

You pour the tequila.

And then you drink it.

That's not what I meant.

I don't either.

Come on, música.

To the after-vida!

Salud!

- Salud!
- Salud!

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.

I'm sorry, but that's real.

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.

- Yeah.
- Go ahead.

Hands up to protest
the coffee shop tomorrow.

Hands up for the
building site on Soto.

Right on.

What time should we do, then?

They start work at 8:00 a.m.

8:00 a.m. sound good?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Badass.