All language subtitles for kata-la.mission.1

[rhythmic drumming]

[horns honking]

[Curtis Mayfield's Kung Fu]

# #

- # Our days of comfort,
days of night #

# Don't put yourself
in solitude #

# Who can I trust
with my life #

# When people tend
to be so rude? #

# My mama borne me
in a ghetto #

# There was no mattress
for my head #

# But no, she couldn't
call me Jesus #

# I wasn't white enough,
she said #

# And then she named me
Kung Fu #

# Don't have to explain it,
no, Kung Fu #

# Don't know how you'll take it,
yeah, Kung Fu #

# I'm just trying
to make it now #

# Kung Fu #

[funky guitar and bass]

# #

# I've got some babies
and some sisters #

# My brother worked
for Uncle Sam #

# It's just a shame,
ain't it, mister? #

# #

# We being brothers
of the damned #

# Keep your head high #

# Kung Fu #

# I will till I die, yeah #

# Kung Fu #

# Don't be too intense,
no... #

- Let's go.
Let's go, people.

Squeeze it up.
Squeeze it up.

Since we're neighbors,
let's be friends, right?.

Come on, sweetheart.
Squeeze it up.

[bouncing hip-hop music]

# #

Hey, no radios.

Hey.

Read the sign?.

[music grows louder]

# #

[music turns off]

- The fuck you doing?.

- I know this dude.

- So what?.

- That's
Jesse Rivera's dad, man.

Motherfucker's
straight-up O.G. too,

Iike, serious.

- Time to get off the bus,
little homey.

- And if I don't?.

- That ain't really
an option, is it?.

[traffic rumbling]

- All right.

I'll play with you later,
bus driver.

- Yeah, I'll see you later.

- What the fuck you looking at?.

[jumping hip-hop music]

- # From Mission #

# I want to see you move more #

# I'm fixin' #

# To make you knock
like a door #

# Now, come on, everybody,
little lady, let's go #

# Listen #

# If you wanna get the hit
from Mission #

# #

- What it doing, man?.
- What's up?.

- Hey, where you locos headed?.

- Down to 24th to check out
that little Filipino girl

that works at McDonald's.

You with it?.

- Nah, I got to go
to the library.

- Man, you study too damn hard.
You know that?.

- Somebody's got to.

- I'm gonna holla at you later,
all right, man?.

- All right, man.

- What y'all doing
this weekend?.

- Shit, I'm taking it
low and slow, you know.

- The only thing I'm doing
this weekend

are my nails and my hair.

- But your hair looks good.

- Oh, that's why
I love you, baby:.

for your good taste.

- Yeah, I'll check y'all
on Monday, all right?.

Stay brown.

- Can't do nothing but.

- What's up?.

[upbeat acoustic guitar music]

[indistinct speech]

[man vocalizing]

How you doing?.

- # Asi, asi, asi #

# #

What's up, Chuy?.

- Hey.

?Que onda?

- Low and slow, man.

Yo, yo, yo.

Where the party people at?.

- The party people
are trying to finish

so they can get
out of here on time.

-? Tu hombre?

- Where else?.

Yes, I'm still holding.

- I'll check you later,
all right?.

- Oh, no, you don't.

I want all the juicy details.

- About what?.
Your friend Donora?.

- Yeah, I heard you guys
got into it.

- Pshh, that's because
she was tripping.

-?Que paso?

- No, I tried to be
a gentleman

and hold the door for her.

She got all pissed off,
said I was oppressing her.

- I told you she was political.

- She's confused,
is what she is.

Jeez.

Yo, yo, yo.

Can we dance with your dates?.

- Only if I can have her sister.

- What's up, bro?.

- Doing it right.

- So you finally got
those doors open, huh?.

- [scoffs]

After five cans of WD-40.

- What's going on in here?.

- So I took the steering column
and the front end

off the '67 Mustang,

but we're still gonna need
an engine block.

- Yeah, get down, James Brown.

- You know how we do it.

Is that it?.

- Yeah, check it out.

I was thinking
maybe somewhere around back,

Iike in real small print.

- Nice.

- How about like under the mural
or something?.

What you think?.

- Nice touch.

Maybe put it right here

so it arcs with the curve
of the fender?.

- Yeah, you know,
I was thinking

of maybe doing it
in, like, Aztec Gold

to, like, represent the sun
or something.

What?.

- I think it's cool
the way you back him up.

- Yeah, yeah,
it's all right, huh?.

Yeah, I tell you
he made the honor roll again?.

- Yeah, he came by

and showed Ana and me
the plaque.

He's coming tonight, right?.

- Most definitely.

In fact, I might even
ride shotgun, let him drive.

- Orale.

The king's finally gonna
give up the throne, huh?.

- Chale, man.

I said, "drive,"
not "wear the crown."

- [laughs]

- You know what I'm saying?.

- I hear you.

- You know what I'm saying?.

- You ain't ready
to abdicate yet.

Orale.

[intense instrumental music]

# #

- You got my shit, white boy?.

- I said I would
have it next week.

- I told you next week
ain't good enough.

- Is there some way we can-

I don't know,
renegotiate?.

- Nah.

It's too late for that.

Your ass is mine.

- Mm.

I think I like
the sound of that.

- # I do this here
for the homies #

# In the Mission District #

# Rest in peace,
the former soldiers #

# Hope your soul is lifted #

# The homies say sleep,
banging, man, you so gifted #

- Ooh, I like this.

- Yo, what up, Che?.

- Just trying to make a dollar
out of 1 5 cent,

you know what I'm saying?.

- When you gonna take us
for another cruise

in that clean-ass ride
of yours, man?.

- When you start listening

to some real music,
little homey.

- Aw!.

Nah, you got to listen
to the words, man.

You got to listen to the flow.

- Oh, hey, excuse me.

- Hey, what's up?.

- I was about to ask you
the same thing.

- Excuse me?.

- It's from the landlord.

It says you've been
complaining about me

working on my cars
in front of the house.

- Well, on the sidewalk,
actually.

- And what?.
You couldn't talk to me direct?.

- I did talk to you direct;
remember?.

In fact, in the two weeks
I've been here,

I think I've had to ask you
to move your car

at least half a dozen times.

- Yeah, and when you asked me,

I moved it too,
didn't l?.

- No, you didn't.

But that's not the point.

- Then why don't you
tell me what is?.

- Che, I really don't want
to argue with you.

- Nobody arguing with you.

You told me moving my car
ain't the point,

so I'm asking you what is.

- The point is that
this is a public sidewalk,

not a personal garage space,

which means it belongs
to everyone, not just you.

- Listen, bottom bitch,

you know how long I've been

in this neighborhood,
in this house?.

- I don't want to do this.
- 26 years, all right?.

- Meaning what?. It entitles you
to do whatever you want?.

- I'll tell you what it means.

It means that after
all you little hipster

and new money types
get tired of slumming it,

I'm still gonna be here.

?Entiendes?

[sirens wailing]

[scoffs]

- Hi.

- I told you, I can't.

- Can't or choose not to?.

- I choose not to
because I can't.

- Talk you into it?.

- Sure.
How much?.

- Full body massage.

- Oh, happy endings?.

- Of course.

Does guilt tripping count?.

- It's even better.

Go for it.

- Okay.

A month ago,
who not only went with you

to your UCLA orientation
for emotional and moral support

but borrowed
his mom's credit card

and BMW sports coupe
and drove you there?.

- [chuckles]
Ouch.

- And lest ye forget-

he's going for the jugular now.

[bright guitar chord]

Who blew Gabriel's horn
on the way down

and twice on the way back?.

- [laughs]

You're pretty good.

- So what time
am I picking you up?.

- I'll meet you there.

- What are you gonna tell him?.

- I don't know.

Make something up, I guess.

- Maybe even tell him
the truth?.

- I'll see you tonight.

[sirens wailing in distance]

[knocking at door]

- Yeah.
Yeah, I will.

No, I can do it.

Well, no, I can't probably
get there that fast.

Hmm?.

Okay.

Yeah, no.

I'm-I'm still here.

Yeah, 8:.00 is perfect.

[funk music]

- # Ha! #

# Ooh! #

# Hey! #

# Ha! #

# Huh! #

# Uh! #

# Ha! #

# #

# Time is truly wasted #

# There's no guarantee #

- You need a hand with that?.

- Oh, hey, Jess.

Would you?.

Let me-okay, one sec.

Let me clear the space.

That's good.

Good, perfect.

- That's a whole lot of plant.

- Yeah.

At least let me
get you something to drink.

- Actually, I got to go check in
with the old man.

- Okay.
Well, got it.

By the way,
I like it.

Good feng shui.

- You think?.

- Most definitely.

- Yo, Pop, you home?.

- Yo, yo.
Where the party people at?.

What you think?.

Traded Esteban for that
'72 Monte Carlo steering wheel.

- It's hella sharp.

- Figured I wear this one.

You wear my black
Pepe Le Pew.

Pilot to copilot,
you know what I'm saying?.

- Actually, Pop,
I was kind of thinking

of sitting this one out,

you know,
if it's all right with you.

- Hey, whatever floats
your boat, homes, you know?.

What's it this time?.

Another study group?.

- What's that supposed to mean?.

- You don't remember?.

Last month you missed
Dee's birthday

and then, two weeks ago,
that barbecue

that Benny threw for his pops.

? Te recuerdas?

- Are you saying I'm lying?.

- You tell me.

That's what I thought.

Anyway, there's some caldo
in the fridge if you're hungry.

- Look, Pop-
- Later, homes.

- Hey.

You locos don't
turn down that music,

I'm gonna have to call
Homeland Security on your ass.

- Yo, man, you wearing that hat
to hide the ugly?.

- I don't know, man.
Why don't you ask your old lady?.

I got it from her.

- You got what from who?.

- Hey, I was talking
about his mother, eh?.

- You talking about my mama?.

- I'm sorry, babe.
What was that?.

- Tell my girl
I say "what's up??"

And I need my Tupperware.

- Hey, Ana says "what's up."

And she needs her Tupperware.

- Este vato.

Didn't he just talk to her,
like, five minutes ago?.

- Yeah, but he forgot to ask
permission to scratch his nalga.

- Watch out, bro.
I heard that.

Let me call you back, babe.

- Hey, where's Timbert?.

- I don't know, man.

- Hey, yo, Gary,
let's go, man.

[engine rumbling]

- That's it.
That's it.

- Thanks, nigga.

I'll be home late,
so don't wait up.

- I won't.

I just like to watch you
line up the horses.

- Sharp.

- Hey, homey.

[all chattering]

- Look at you.

Was the pleather on sale
this week?.

- You boys ready to get
this party started right?.

- Shit, man, we're waiting
on you, homeboy.

- For real.

- What about Jess?.
Ain't he coming?.

- Nah, he ain't feeling good.

Got some kind of food poisoning
or something, so...

- What you mean,
like, E. coli, man?.

- Yeah, you know,
something like that.

- Well, shit, man,
if he ain't coming,

I might as well sit up front.

Give the ladies
something pretty to look at.

You know what I'm saying?.

- Fo sho'.

- Hey, what do you think,
down Mission

and then cut over to Broadway?.

- Crosstown, downtown,
don't matter,

as long as we get there
low and slow.

Let's go.

[pulsing dance music]

# #

- I can't believe
I'm doing this shit.

- You need a drink.

- Orale pues.

It's the midnight hour,

and you're cruising
to Radio del Barrio Aztlan.

This dedication's going out
to all the homies out there

in the San Fran Mission.

[mellow R&B music]

# #

- Say, you got a website?.

- Up yours.

- You see that, man?.

I think she and I just had
one of those special moments.

[laughs]

?Que traes, hombre?

I thought we were supposed

to be having a good time,
remember?.

- Hey, let me ask you something.

You think Jess picked L.A.
because he wants to, you know,

get away from all this?.

- "All this"?.

- Yeah, you know, the barrio.

- What, you think he's going
to college to get away from you?.

[horns honking]

- Yeah.

- The truth?.

I think he picked UCLA
'cause aside from having

some of the finest rucas
in all of Aztlan,

it's one of the baddest schools
in the whole pinche state, bro.

Shit, and if you and l
had our shit together

when we were his age,

we'd have done
the same damn thing.

I know I would have.

- Yeah, you're probably right.

- Besides, man,

you can take the man
out of the Mission,

but you can't take the Mission
out of the man.

That shit's in the blood, homes.

You know that.

- Yeah, right.

[pulsing dance music]

# #

# #

[knocking at door quietly]

Jesse.

[rap music playing quietly]

# #

- # You boys ain't gangster #

# #

[music fading]

[bells dinging and chiming]

- Che.

I just wanted to let you know
that I'll be moving in

some of my stuff later on today,

and I'll probably need
to use the driveway.

Che.

- I heard you the first time.

- I'll tell you
what's fucked up.

I call her up and tell her

I want to come over
and see the kids,

and you know
what she says to me?.

"You have to call ahead of time.
I have plans."

- Right, dude,
that's fucked up.

- I mean, check it out.

First she drags me to court

and tells the judge
I ain't seeing them enough.

And then when I try,
she tells me that shit.

- Claudia's the same way, man.

First she makes me sell
the '58 to buy the minivan.

Now she's on this whole,

"l want to go back to school
and work" trip.

- I told you, it's all them
motherfucking self-help books

and talk shows, man.

Like that shit they had
on Oprah the other day.

- The one where
the dudes stay home

and the ladies go work?.

- Was that some shit or what?.
- Wack.

- You want to know what it is?.
I'll tell you.

It's exactly like
the bro here says.

They're confused.

- Maybe they're finally
calling you

on all your bullshit.

- Who, me?.

- Hey, if the shoe fits.

- No, no, no, see,

if you're talking about me
hanging out with Paula,

dude, me and Lynette
were already separated.

- Paula drives a '69 Buick?.

- You know she drives.

- No shit.

When the fuck you hit that?.

- Remember the car show
in San Jose?.

- No way.

- Every which way.

You know what I'm saying?.

[laughter]

- Yo, yo, yo,
where are the white women at?.

What's up, dog?.

What's up, baby?.

[hip-hop music playing]

- Hey, Little Man.

What did I tell you
about playing

that fucking noise in here?.

You want to play that shit,
play it someplace else.

[music stops]

- Yo, you all right, man?.

- Yeah, I'm cool.

I'm gonna get on, man.

- All right.

- Yo, what's up with smiley
over there, man?.

- Forgot his Wheaties, eh?.

Yo, Jess.

How's that E. coli, man?.

Drink plenty of fluids.

Flush it out.

Yo, I ever tell you
about the time

me and the old lady went
to visit her family in Peru?.

- About ten times, shit.

- What's up, Pop?.

- Where do you think
you're going?.

- To the store.
Why, what's up?.

- Get inside.

- Look, if this is about
bringing alcohol in the house-

- I said
get in the fucking house.

- Hey, homes.
- Now.

- Where's that Mary Wells CD
I left inside your carrucha?

- Stay the hell out
of my music, Benny.

- And take another happy pill
while you're at it.

smooch!

Pendejo.

- I told you;
I left you a note.

I went out.

- Fuck the note.

Where, "out"?.

- A party.

- What kind of party?.

- What do you mean,
"What kind of party??"

It was just a party.

- Then what the fuck are these?.

- You going through my shit?.
- Sit down.

- No, give those back to me.
Those are mine.

- I said sit the fuck down.

Now tell me.

Who's the fucking white boy?.

- He's a friend.

- What kind of friend?.

- A friend.

- Is that why
he's man-handling you

Iike you're some kind
of Mexican bitch?.

- Fuck you, man.

- You want to start
cussing at me?.

Hmm?.

You try me again.

- You're so fucking predictable.
You know that?.

- Yeah?.

smack!

Then I guess you saw
that coming, right?.

- You don't know shit, man.

-?Otra vez?

No?.

Good.

Now it's my turn.

Why does this motherfucker
have his tongue

down your fucking throat?.

- Why do you think?.

- Answer me!

- 'Cause I'm a fucking faggot.
That's why.

'Cause I'm
your fucking faggot son.

- I want you
out of my house now.

You make me sick
to my fucking stomach.

- What about you, huh?.

Did being locked up make you
sick to your stomach too?.

- What did you say?.

- Come on, Pop.

You gonna tell me
you didn't, you know,

at least try and cop
a little bit of prison ass,

just once?.

- You little bitch.

- Get the fuck off me!

[clattering]

- What the hell was that?.

- Get the fuck-
let me go!

- From now on,
you're fucking dead to me!

- I fucking hate you!

[both grunting]

[all shouting]

- Fight!

- Hey!

Hey, sit down!

[all shouting]

- I fucking hate you!

Such a fucking joke!

- Get the fuck off me!

- You're an asshole!

[all shouting]

- Fuck, this is crazy.

- Did you know your godson's
a fucking joto?

- I fucking hate you!

- Stop this!

Y'all enjoying yourselves?.

Jesus Christ.

Get some ice on this.

- Get your fucking hands-

- You touch me again,

and I'll have your ass
arrested so quickly

it'll make your head spin.

- Come on, bro,
she's right.

That's enough.

- You better get out
of my motherfucking way, Gary.

I swear to God,
I'll fucking hurt you, man.

- Nephew.

That's enough.

- Calmala.

[melancholy guitar music]

# #

[woman vocalizing]

# #

- "'You're welcome,
Son of a Chief from Above,'

"said one who appeared
like a chief himself.

And together they entered
the largest house of all."

- Okay, querido,
time to go to bed.

- Please, Mom,
could I stay up?.

- Mi'jo, let's go.

Vaya;
tu tambien.

- Andale, vete con tu mama.

Andate.

How's your lip?.

- I'll live.

- Just give him time, man.
He'll come around.

- Care less.

He can do whatever he wants.

What?.

- Nothing.

- What?.

- So you really
don't like girls?.

- [chuckles]

Chale.

- Renesha, I think your hair
looks totally natural.

Tell her, Che.

- You really think so?.

'Cause my daughter been messing
with me about it all week.

- Check you later, man.

What you want, man?.
I'm working.

- Doughnut?.

Listen, man,
I'm not here to swing nobody.

So relax, all right?.

- Oh, is that
what you would do:. relax?.

- No, man, I'd be pissed too.

Maybe want to fuck
somebody up,

which is why
I'd be working my steps

and going to meetings, Che.

- That's why you came
all the way down here,

just to tell me that?.

- I came down here
'cause I'm your sponsor, man,

and I need to know-

- You want to know
if I had a drink.

Nah.
I didn't.

- Cool.

- That it?.

- Yeah, motherfucker.
Shit.

I got to work.

[people chattering]

- Hey, there's the fag.
- Got a beatin', man.

- So his father kicked his ass
when he found the pictures.

- [speaking Spanish]

Diez cincuenta.

[siren wailing in distance]

[gunfire on TV]

- Most of the raids
were at night,

usually around 3:.00
in the morning,

which meant kicking in doors
and terrorizing families.

Our main objective was

to instill fear
and gain control.

We would do whatever
we thought was necessary.

There are things
that we did over there

that I will regret
for the rest of my life.

And the reason
I am talking to you today

is to ask you for help,

to tell you that I need help.

[knocking at door]

- Who is it?.

- It's-it's Che
from downstairs.

- I'm tired.
What do you want?.

- Uh-that's all right.
That's cool.

In fact, you know what?.

You don't even
have to open up the door.

I can-I can talk
from right here,

I mean, if that's-if that's
all right with you.

- What is it?.

- I wanted to apologize

for what happened
the other day.

I didn't mean to-
you know.

I didn't mean to grab you
like that.

You there?.

- Then why did you
grab me like that?.

- I don't know,
you know?.

I-I think things just got
a little out of hand.

- I see.

So it's not your fault.
Is that it?.

- Say what?.

- You know how many women
I see every day

whose husbands or boyfriends
give the same bullshit excuse?.

"Things just got
a little out of hand."

- Excuse?.
You calling me a woman beater?.

- I wouldn't limit it
to just women, would you?.

- Fine.
You know what?.

I don't need this shit.

- That's what I thought.
- What did you say?.

- Walking away.

It's always easier, isn't it?.

- Chale, man.
You know what you are?.

- I do, actually, but if
I ever need a second opinion,

I'll be sure to ask.

- Damn.

Are you always such a-
a bitch

when someone's trying
to apologize to you?.

- You finished?.

- No.

I also wanted to thank you

for how you took care
of that thing outside.

You didn't have to do that,
and...

you know, I appreciate it.

- Che, it's absolutely
none of my business,

but can I say something to you?.

- It's a free country,
ain't it?.

- I'm not a parent,

so I have no idea what you
might be going through, but...

I do know what it's like
to have a secret,

to feel ashamed and alone and...

most of all,
to be afraid of someone

you're supposed
to be able to trust.

And I guess, Che,
what I'm trying to say is,

if there ever was a time
your son needed you,

it's probably now.

[people shouting]

- Game, sucker.

All right, who wants
some of Daddy, huh?.

- We next.

Except we don't play
with no faggots.

- Who the fuck you calling
a faggot, punk?.

Ain't nobody
scared of you, nigga.

- Keep starting, man.
What's up?.

- You gonna let him
talk that shit?.

- Hey, yo, ask that puta

where she got
that fat-ass lip from.

- [laughs]

- On his knees from his Daddy.

- Aw, I think
you hurt her feelings.

- That's right, punk.
You better keep walking.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey,
?Donde esta la gente?...

[woman vocalizing]

# #

[knocking at door]

- Hey, what's up, man?.

- Just a squirrel
trying to get a nut.

- Thanks for coming, bro.

I appreciate it.

- Anytime, anytime, brother.

- Do you want a soda
or something?.

- How about some water?.

I'm trying to watch
my blood sugar.

[groans]

Did I tell you I found
a V-8 for that lmpala?.

Picked it up on Craigslist
for about a buck fifty.

You believe it?.

I was thinking of maybe
converting it to biodiesel

before we drop it.

What you think?.

- Do whatever
you want with it, man.

I ain't got no need for it.

- You know,
for what it's worth, man,

nobody's tripping, man.

- Nobody's tripping
'cause it ain't their son.

- Maybe, but then again,

maybe it ain't
such a big deal.

- [scoffs]
You believe that shit, homey?.

You've been living in this town
too fucking long.

- You may be right
about that one.

- Is that for him?.
- Mm-hmm.

He asked me to come by,

pick up some of his stuff,
you know.

- How's he doing?.

- [scoffs]

Come on, man.

He's a great kid.

I'm thinking of adopting him.

- [chuckles]

- So what's up, man?.

- I don't know.

You ever think about
all the shit we used to do,

all the people we ripped off,

the ones we fucked over?.

- If you're asking me
if I think God's punishing you

for something
you already did your time for,

then my answer is no, I don't.

God don't have to punish, homey.

We do that one good enough
on our own.

Watch out.

When Rene Jr. was born

and the doctors told us
about his condition,

I was thinking exactly
what you are right now.

"God's punishing me
for all my sins,

"for all the shit
I did or didn't do.

Why else would he give me
a defective son," right?.

When they brought him home
from the hospital,

I didn't even want
to hold him, homey.

I couldn't.

That almost broke
me and Ana apart.

En serio.

Then one night,
he stopped breathing.

And we had
all these fancy machines

and medications,
todo el pedo, 'mano.

There wasn't shit I could do.

So I prayed.

I mean, I got down on my knees,
and I begged, homey,

not for his heart
to be normal

or for him to even breathe
on his own.

Chale.

I just wanted him to live.

I wanted him to live
so I could pick him up

and love him.

That's it.

"Just let him live,
and I'll be happy."

[speaking Spanish]

- Seguro.

- Where's Tepee-ack anyway?.

- Tepeyac.

It's the mountain
where the Virgin

first appeared to Juan Diego.

- How come you making her
all dark like that?.

- Because her original name,

her lndian name,
was Tonantzin.

She only became La Virgen
after the conquerors

forced their language
and religion

on everybody, you know?.

- For real?.

So is she, like,
Aztec or something?.

- She's Mexihcah,
like you and your homey here.

- Ha!
What's up?.

- Hey.

- All right, all you shorties
out of here.

The shop is closed now.

- I'm gonna have a sick-ass
lowrider just like Che

with a fat-ass bird
right there, fat-ass eagle.

What's up, yo?.

- How are you?.

Preparing them
for the revolution, I see.

- Hey, the rebrowning
of America, right?.

What happened to you?.

- Oh, my front tire decided
to take a day off.

- Well, maybe
you were talking to it

and it just blew itself up.

- [laughs]

- May l?.

- I'm going to the bike shop
at Valencia, so it's-

- No, look, save your money.

I got all the tools you need
right here.

All right, it will take me
ten minutes, max.

Look, scout's honor.
I promise.

Cool?.

- Okay.

- Let's take a look,
see what we got here.

- But you have
to let me pay you.

- Well, look,
I fix your bike.

You buy me lunch.

- Lunch?.

- Hey, a fair trade
ain't no robbery.

You know what I'm saying?.

- Che, you know what?.
I'll come back later.

Hey, Jess.

- Tio Rene said
you wanted to see me.

- You hungry?.

- I could eat.

[food sizzling]

- Gracias, senor.

Bendiga esta comida y las manos
que la cultivaron.

En el nombre de su hijo,

amen.

You want to try the verde?.

I used them green chilies
from Virgil's yard.

- Sure.

- I guess he just picked them
yesterday.

- Look, Pop,
for what it's worth,

I never meant for you
to find out like that.

Did you hear me?.

- What you want me to say?.

- I don't know.

I guess I'm just wondering
how you're feeling,

what you're thinking.

- I think God made
man and woman for a reason.

- Yeah, well, he also made me
the way that I am.

- Yeah?.

And which one are you?.

- Which one am l?.

I'm your son.

- All right.

I can't do this.

- No, wait.

Sit down.

For a minute, please?.

Please sit down.

I didn't wake up one day

and just decide
to be like this.

- Then why are you?.

- I don't know.

I wish I could tell you that.

All I know is that
I've been this way

for as long as I can remember.

And for just as long,

I've been too afraid
to tell you.

- All right, look, look, look.

I told your uncle
I was going to try, all right?.

And I am.
I'm trying.

But if you think
that talking about it

or processing it
or however you want to call it

is gonna somehow
make it all right or acceptable,

or that maybe one day I'm gonna,
like, give you my blessing,

then you're wasting your time,

'cause that's
never gonna happen.

- Meaning?.

- Meaning I don't want
to know about it.

I don't want to have it
anywhere near me.

?Me entiendes?

- So what you're saying is,
I have to choose?.

Right?.

Is that what you're saying?.

[mournful blues music playing]

# #

- Hello?.

Che?.

[music grows louder]

# #

# #

- It's supposed to be
good luck.

- Hey.

I saw the light on,

so I thought I'd see
how you were doing

with the bike, I mean.

- Check it out.

Just like downtown.

- Oh, my G-

is this my bike?.

What did you do?.
It looks brand-new.

- Well, you know, you had

a little bit of rust damage,
right?.

So I primed it out,
slapped on a couple of coats.

- You actually painted
my bicycle?.

- Yeah, I still got to put on

the handlebars and pedals
and whatnot,

but, you know, you-
you get the idea, right?.

- Che, this is-

I mean, I had no idea you-

this must have
taken you all day.

- Nah, just a couple of hours.

No big deal.
Besides, you know what?.

It was a nice change of pace,
you know what I'm saying?.

- Thank you.

Your pride and joy?.

- Oh, yeah.
That's my war pony right there.

- Ooh.
Wow, oh, wait.

- I guess you just read this
for the articles, huh?.

- Why you always
got to say something, huh?.

- Because I can.

- You trippin'.

- Is this your mom?.

- Yeah.

- Mm, you look a lot like her.

Do you mind if I ask you
what it is about cars

that you find so interesting?.

- Originally,

I think it was just
something to, you know,

something to do
to stay out of trouble.

- Oh.
[chuckles]

- It wasn't until
Jess got into 'em-

- Jess is into lowriders too?.

- He used to be, you know,
when he was younger.

In fact, it's how he made
the honor roll

four years straight, so...

- Really?.

- Yeah, you know,
for every A he brought home,

I'd go out,
and I'd buy a new part, right?.

So I'd go out, and I'd get,
like, a chrome mirror

or, like, you know,
a new set of rims.

And then we'd just build it
from the ground up.

This one right here,
this is-this is our first.

Hey, so anyway, you know,
what about you?.

- Me?.

- Yeah, like, what do you to,
you know-

- Stay out of trouble?.
- Yeah.

- [laughs]

I think I'm still trying
to figure that one out.

But okay,
I'd probably say my work.

- Oh, right,
at the female clinic, right?.

- Well, it's actually
a women's shelter, but yeah.

- Hey, well, that's cool,
you know,

I mean, helping people out.

- I don't know.

I think sometimes
they do more for me

than I do for them.

So many of them
have been hurt and demeaned

in every possible way.

But when you witness
a woman discover

just how beautiful
and powerful she really is,

it somehow changes you.

[smooth R&B music]

# #

[man shouting in Spanish]

[knocking at door]

- I'm up.

- [chuckles]

[door clicks and creaks]

[mariachi music playing]

Good morning.

# #

[door clicks]

- Hey.

Stay brown.

- Can't do nothing but, right?.

[knocking at door]

Hey, what's up?.

- Hey.

I was baking some cookies,
and, well,

I wanted to thank you again
for fixing my bike.

It's beautiful.

- Well, since we're neighbors,
let's be friends, right?.

- Actually friends
would be nice, Che.

- Yeah.

It would.

- Anyway, I hope you
like chocolate chip.

- Oh, yeah.
Most definitely.

- Might taste a little different
than what you're used to.

I used white grape juice
instead of sugar

and canola oil
instead of butter.

- Oh, yeah,
I heard about that.

Canola oil?.

That's supposed to be

good for the heart
or something, right?.

- Yeah,
it's unsaturated fat.

- Oh, right, right.

- Anyway, enjoy.

- Wait.

I'll bring the plate
back tomorrow,

you know, when I'm done.

- I know where you live.

- Right?.

Chocolate chip
with canola oil.

That's what I'm talking about.

[rap music playing]

# #

[girls laughing]

- Man, shut up, cuz.

- You shut up.

- Gotta respect the O.G.
one time, for real, though.

- Man.

- I'm going out.

- Wednesday night
pick-up game, huh?.

- Yeah, you looked like
you were busy, so...