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- People always ask me,

"What's it like to be a child of immigrants

in this country?"

Do you wanna know the truth?

All you do is lie.

[sniffling] Hey, Ma.

Yeah, I'm taking the 4:00 p.m. train.

Yeah. I did so good, they let me off early this week.

[small laugh]

[exhales]

I love you, Mama.

Okay. Bye.

[whispering] Oh, fuck.

[sighs]

Getting laid off sucks.

Ooh!

[bright music]

♪ ♪

[music distorts, resumes]

♪ ♪

My parents like to leave me gifts on my nightstand

when I come home for the weekend.

Jesus Christ. Why?

♪ ♪

- Mama! Did you watch the Trump inauguration?

We TiVoed it for you.

- Yeah, Mama, it was great.

- You know what I love the most?

The Irish dancers had no tattoos.

Such nice young men.

The greatest president of our time.

- Mm-hmm.

I recently came out to my parents...

as a Democrat.

♪ Mami, Papi, la baby's home ♪

♪ La baby's home ♪

They took it really hard.

- You donated to Hillary Clinton.

- [speaking Spanish]

I need money.

- Wait, you guys opened my mail?

- You don't like us opening your mail,

get a PO box!

You're a Democrat, Mama?

When did you know?

Did you experiment at Rutgers?

- Si!

- Me? It's my fault?

- Yes. - Okay. Explain that one

to me, please. - Bueno--

- Because she has two parents, Jose, two.

[arguing continues]

- I told them it was a phase.

- None of it is my fault. I didn't raise a Democrat--

- [sobbing]

- [mouthing words]

[phone buzzes]

Oh, Papi, I need to get back to New York early today.

- [speaking Spanish]

I keep telling you, all this time

spent chasing your dreams

is time spent away from your family.

- Ma, it's an event for work. It's not an audition.

Remember, it starts at 8:00.

- Oh, that's different then. Why didn't you say something?

- Papi, remember Los Oscars?

- It's like the Oscars, but they give them out

to people who work in the office.

- Mamita, let me drive you.

Look, I brought you stuff from Home Goods.

- Ma, no, I don't need all that stuff.

We redecorated recently-- - I wouldn't know.

I'm not allowed there.

- Eeee!

[mouse squeaking] Aah! Oh, my God!

I'm gonna die!

- Is your roommate there, Emel?

- Papi, it's pronounced Amel,

como George Clooney's wife.

- Mama, I love him.

I'm so happy he finally settled down.

- Is Emel con Isis?

- Papi, stop. She's Muslim.

Don't say that.

- Jose, that's racist!

But Mama, be careful, okay?

Be nice to her.

Here, give her the pork chops from last night.

Mamita, are you sure I can't drive you?

- No, Mama, I don't need help. This is not a lot.

- Isabel, let her be--this is how they living in Nueva York.

They carry bookbags and living con Isis.

- Mama, wait.

Santa Miguel, Mama. Put this in your purse.

That way, he can always protect you.

- Mama, this is heavy.

- I know. That's why...

I got you the matching necklace.

You can always turn to him now.

Lift hair. - Mm-hmm.

"Saint Michael, pray for us."

- Okay. I'm gonna go get ready.

- Put it in your purse. - Putting it in now, Mama.

[father speaking Spanish]

Remember, Papi loves you. Mami loves you.

[train whistle blows]

Love you, baby. - Love you, too, Papi.

[energetic music]

[grunts]

♪ ♪

Ah. This is so heavy.

[grunts] I don't even use olive oil.

♪ ♪

[whispers] Shit.

Hey, girl. Oh, look who's doing yoga!

- Jackie--scarf. I'm praying.

Go unpack your stuff.

- Okay.

[bags rustling]

See ya in the kitchen.

Living in New York can be difficult,

but I'm so grateful for Amel.

She works as a paralegal and is pursuing a stunt career.

She keeps it real.

We met on Craigslist, but I lied about that too.

Mama, I got a new roommate.

- That's great, Mami.

What nationality is she?

You didn't meet her on Craigslist, right?

Please don't tell me you met her on Craigslist.

You know that's how people get killed.

- No, Ma, we met at work. - Ay, thank God.

You know, I taped that special on "Dateline"

about those killers so you could watch it.

You gonna watch it?

- I'm gonna watch it, Mama, I promise.

- See?

- Girl,

your parents know there's food in New York, right?

- [chuckles] There is a sale at Costco.

- You're back kinda early.

- [singsong] I have a date tonight.

- Another internet guy?

- No. Manny.

- Oh! The Cuban Ed Norton. That's cool, cool, cool, um...

so, doesn't he smoke weed like every day?

- Amel, it's how he relaxes.

- First thing in the morning?

- We have a connection.

Manny gets me. Mmm!

Other guys usually don't, like Eric,

the startup founder with white parents.

[phone buzzing] I have to get that.

I think it's my mom.

- You talked to your mom like 20 minutes ago.

[phone buzzing] I haven't talked to my mom

in like a month. - Yeah, Mama?

Oh, the clementines are on sale?

4.99? That's a good price, Mama.

Yeah. Yeah, can you get me the coupon?

- So what's really going on with you guys?

- I don't know, we've been hanging for two months now,

and I think it's getting serious.

[squeals]

- So does that mean like you're bringing him

to your work thingamajig or...

- I got laid off.

- What? What happened?

Jackie, you just started.

- I know! They said they ran out of money

and this is what happens at a startup.

It's awful.

- That really sucks.

So what are you gonna do?

- I dunno. I'm trying to figure it out.

- Well, now you can at least audition

during the day and then work at night.

- No, no, no, no auditions. I'm not auditioning.

I'm not ready yet. - You're not an actress

if you're not auditioning,

and you haven't gone on one audition yet.

- Wow. Way to kick me when I'm down.

- Did you forget why you moved to New York?

- [huffs] - What's with the chain?

Are you going through a J.Lo phase again?

- No, my mom gave it to me.

[phone buzzes] Oh, my--speak of the devil.

[buzzing] I forgot to call her.

Hey, Mama.

Hi, Mamita! Did you get in okay?

- Yeah, Ma, I got in okay. Don't worry.

- You didn't text me,

then your papi turned on the news,

and they were talking about

people falling in the subway tracks.

I was so worried.

- Yeah.

- Mama, you left your mug here.

- Oh, I thought I left it in the hamper.

- I bought it for you

so you could take it to work.

- Keep it there, Ma. I can use it when I get home.

- Is this because your boss is a Democrat?

- Ma, I don't know if he's a Democrat.

What does that matter?

- Why are you getting so defensive, okay?

I'm just asking.

I know how important it is

for you to be around Democrats.

I'm just asking if--

what's your boss's name again?

- My boss's name? Um...uh...Michael Scott.

- If Michael Scott is one,

maybe he would be offended

if you brought this mug to work,

and that's why you left it here.

- I told you, I'm not a Democrat.

I'm just going through some stuff.

- Don't forget... [speaking Spanish]

To your parents, okay?

We did not flee Cuba so you could become one.

- Democrats aren't communists, Mama.

- Never forget the opportunities

that this country gave to us, okay?

[speaks Spanish]

Did you find out what you're gonna wear to the Oscars?

- Not yet. Okay, Mama, gotta go.

Love you, bye.

- Send me pictures!

- Safe to say you haven't told them yet.

- Amel, you don't understand.

No one in my family has ever moved out of New Jersey.

I can't tell them--they would make my life miserable.

- They're gonna find out eventually.

- Would you tell your baba that you got laid off,

and instead of finding another job

that you're "pursuing your dream"?

- Hell, no! - Thank you.

- And leave my baba out of this.

Michael Scott is your boss now?

Really, Jackie? What else are you lying about?

- I eat the peanut butter from your jar,

but I follow the pattern so you don't know I ate it.

- First of all, that's not lying.

I see you do it, okay?

And I'm just saying you're in a financial hole right now.

Mami and Papi could really help you out of it.

What are you doing with the Ziploc bags?

- These are my almonds, my new meals.

It's gonna save me a ton of money.

Yeah.

- Who made you this way?

- By the way, where are you going with all that makeup?

- I am going to train with Denise.

- Oh! Is Sean working today?

- Why are you smiling like that?

- I'm smiling because

I'm thinking about what I'm gonna say at your wedding,

and it's making me very happy.

- You are so dramatic.

- And you're so into him. Just give him a chance.

- Look, bro, I'm focusing on my goals right now, okay?

You should too, like--

- ♪ Goin' to the chapel, and we're ♪

♪ Gonna get ma-a-arried ♪

- I'm not Christian, so...

- Oh, my God, Amel, I'm so sorry.

♪ Goin' to the mosque, and we're ♪

♪ Gonna get ma-a-arried ♪

♪ Going to the mo-osque ♪

♪ Of love ♪ - I really wish you'd grow up.

- Tell Sean I said hi.

- That was really good.

You've had a lot of progress in the past few weeks.

- Thank you so much! - No, I mean, like,

there's people I been working with for years

that haven't, you know, like committed

and, um, put in the kind of work--

but good work.

Good job, good job. - Thank you.

- I'll see you tomorrow, right? - Yep!

- Okay.

♪ ♪

- Ladies and gentlemen, watch how Amel flirts with Sean.

- Hey, where's your friend?

- What?

- Where's your friend, the one that's always, uh,

dancing?

- She's busy.

- Oh, so you flying solo.

- Yeah.

- That's what's up. [chuckling]

- I'm sorry, is there something that I can help you with, or...

- Yeah, uh, well,

I'm here in case you need a training buddy.

- Naw, I'm all good on that, I--

I have enough buddies. Thanks.

- Well, I mean, I'm a fitness and--

[clears throat]

Hey!

[chuckles]

[percussive music]

♪ ♪

- You cute.

- ♪ Boom bala gaza, boom bala gaz ♪

♪ Boom boom bala gaza, boom bala gaza ♪

♪ Boom bala gaza, boom bala gaz ♪

- No! I haven't lost weight.

I'm always thin like this. [giggling]

- ♪ Boom bala gaza, boom bala gaza ♪

♪ Boom bala gaza, boom bala gaz ♪

♪ Boom boom bala gaza ♪ [phone buzzing]

♪ Boom bala gaza, boom bala gaz ♪

♪ Boom boom bala gaza, boom bala gaz-- ♪

- Hello?

- Where are you?

- Papi, I'm on my way to Los Oscars.

- Papi, I told you already.

Remember, the event for work.

They give you awards and you network.

- No, Papi, como meeting people in your field.

- Oh, okay. I was watching el news on Telemundo.

- Don't use them. Son dangerous.

You need to meet people outside, at parties,

at salsa dancing-- only weirdos meet online.

- Papi, no one meets salsa dancing anymore.

Everyone meets online now.

- Are you talking to Jackie? - Eh.

- Bueno, give me the phone. I wanna know

what she has on for Los Oscars.

- Tu mama wants to know what you're wearing to--

- Gimme the phone! - Pero, que--

[overlapping yelling]

- Jackie? Es Mami.

Mama, did you dress up for the Oscars?

Send me a picture. You must look super classy.

- Yeah, Mama, I look, uh...

really classy.

- Are you up for an award?

- Yeah. I'm up for, uh, Most Improved.

- Mama, you just started that job--is that bad?

Most Improved means you're bad.

- Yeah, no, Mama, I'm most improved for using...a fitbit.

We have a fitbit challenge. It's a walking challenge.

- Jose, it's a walking challenge.

- Most improved for walking.

- [speaking Spanish] - Bueno. Your father says

you should know how to walk by now.

- Okay, I'm walking to Los Oscars.

I love you guys! Bye!

- Bye.

Most Improved.

She did a good job.

- She's not fired. She's working.

She's working and she's walking,

which is more than I can say for you.

She should be sitting in her chair, her computer.

- Jojo, I don't see you winning any prizes

for most improved for walking.

No way.

Okay?

[electronic music]

♪ ♪

- Hey. - Hey, superstar.

- Good to see you. - Good to see you too.

You look amazing.

- What's up? - I was just on the phone

with my dad, and he was trying to give me dating advice.

He said that I should meet guys out salsa dancing.

- Huh. - That I'll meet a nice

young man now. - Does he know

that's how we did? - No.

I don't wanna give him the satisfaction.

[both laugh] - You're terrible.

Let's get a drink. - Yes, let's go.

- My friend.

[electronic music playing over speakers]

♪ ♪

- You know, if you wait a beat before you kick,

it'll actually help you with your balance

and give you more power for that follow-up.

- I got it. Thank you.

- I'm just trying to help out.

I mean, as the fitness manager,

I gotta make sure all my members are okay.

- Wait. So you're in charge of hiring

the fitness instructors? - Yes, ma'am.

- Could you get me Zumba audition?

- You wanna teach Zumba?

- No.

Jackie. My friend.

[mellow music playing]

♪ ♪

- [laughs] - Cuban parents.

- It's too much.

- How do they feel about you acting?

I mean, are they supportive?

- Oh...yeah.

A hundred percent.

Lies. - That's great.

I mean, at least they know what acting is.

- Yeah. - I told my parents

I handle Walmart's data, that I'm a data scientist, right?

My dad didn't understand,

and now he just tells everybody that I work at Walmart.

[both chuckle]

- Poor Papi--ooh, ooh. [phone buzzes]

Sorry, one second. Let me just...

Speaking of which...

Guess who just texted me.

- Papi texted the answer right away.

Listen.

I would be on high alert too if you were my daughter.

You have everything going for you.

- Play it cool, Jack.

God, look at him.

He's definitely the one.

- [mouthing words]

You look so beautiful when you do that.

- He's imagined me as his wife.

When I do what?

- Look to the side like that-- that, yeah, yeah.

You have a really beautiful profile.

- Thank you.

♪ ♪

- Can I tell you something?

- That you wanna be with me forever?

- I really enjoy hanging out with you,

getting to know you these past few months.

- Me too.

Oh, my God, he's gonna say it!

[phone buzzes]

Oh, God. [chuckles]

- It's my dad.

[laughs]

Aw, he sent me a picture of my goddaughter Gabby.

You wanna see? - Yeah, let me see.

She's so cute.

Aww.

Wait, were those titties?

- Oh, uh... - Those were titties.

- Yeah, it's some girl I slept with a long time ago.

She keeps sending me pictures.

- Well, tell her to fucking stop!

Shit. I shouldn't have said that.

- Why would I do that? It's not like we're exclusive.

Jackie, wait, Jackie.

Jackie, wait!

- [crying]

- ♪ I just wanna love you ♪

♪ Love you, love you, love you ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I just wanna love you ♪

[door hinges creak] - Hey, boo, how'd it go?

[door slams]

[phone chimes, buzzes]

[phone ringing]

- [sniffling]

[exhales]

Hi, Ma.

- Ay, Mama, I'm so happy you picked up.

I just had the most terrible dream, and you were in it.

You were upstairs in your room,

and you were crying for me, and I couldn't get to you.

You kept yelling, "Mami!"

And I couldn't unlock the door.

You sound upset.

Were you watching "Selena" again?

- No, Ma, I'm fine. I, uh,

I got home late from the Oscars

and I just walked in. I'm just very tired.

- You didn't send me any pictures.

Ay, Mama, it scares me

to think of you out at this time,

but go to bed.

I just needed to hear your voice.

You don't need any money, right?

- No, Ma, I'm fine.

- Okay, Mama.

I'll talk to you tomorrow.

Love you.

Mama! - [grunts]

- Mama. - What, Ma?

- Did Emel like the pork chops?

- Yeah, Ma, she loved them. - Good.

I'll make her some more for next weekend.

Okay, baby. I love you so much.

- You too.

- [sighs]

- [loud snore]

[knock on door]

- You don't have to follow the lines.

- [sniffles]

Everything is falling apart, Amel.

I feel like su--

I feel like such a failure.

I can't even tell my mom to stop making you pork chops.

- At least you got Selena watching over you.

- I guess.

[energetic dance music]

Amel got me a Zumba audition,

and I need to practice.

♪ ♪

- Nice moves.

[music stops]

[laughing] - Oh, my God.

- Why haven't you returned my calls?

You ran out that night,

and I never heard from you again.

- I've actually been really busy,

and I actually have to go-- I have a work call.

I'm gonna get going. - Oh, hey, you got a new job?

- It's for Zumba.

- I thought Zumba was a dance class.

- You don't know it all. Just--

[phone buzzes]

- Papi's still annoying you, huh?

- Why do you assume it's my dad?

It can be an agent or a guy I'm dating.

- I know it's not a guy you're dating because

no one calls each other in New York, so...

- [chuckles] Well, you don't know it all.

Oh, look, it's actually a guy I slept with a month ago,

and he keeps texting me pictures of his gigantic penis.

- You're still mad over that? - Am I still mad over that?

Am I still mad over that? - Okay, okay, okay.

- Are you crazy? - Poor choice of words.

I'm sorry.

Please believe me when I tell you

that girl means nothing to me. I told her to stop.

- That's too bad, because from her tits,

I can tell she was such a really nice girl.

- Okay.

- I thought that when you hang out with someone

for two months straight that they were exclusive

and there's something going on.

- There is!

So you mean to tell me

that you've been exclusive this entire time?

- Yes. I just wanna be with you.

That's none of your business. That's really not.

- Yeah, you probably haven't been.

I saw you texting and smiling underneath the table.

- I was texting Amel!

- You told me you were texting your dad.

- I thought...

- I just--I wish you would have said something.

I just wish you... - Just--no, stop, stop.

- Would have said something - Stop. Go smoke your weed.

Tell Mrs. Titties I said hi.

- Jackie, come on, wait!

You're always fucking...

[scoffs]

[door slams]

- I hate New York!

[screams]

- Did you miss your-- - [screams]

- Did you miss your stop on the subway again?

- No! I ran into Manny!

- Around here? - Yes! It was terrible.

Looking like this. In my Zumba clothes!

- I mean, you look-- you look hot.

- I'm so pissed, Amel. He was asking me

like why we never talked about being exclusive.

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

- Yeah, but you didn't, though, right?

- Just put a dagger through my heart, why don't you?

And you remember who received

the text message with the titties?

- Yeah, but did you ever, like out loud, with your mouth,

say, "Hey, I wanna be exclusive"?

- You know what?

I cannot deal with this right now.

No one in this city is on Team Jackie--at all!

- Jackie, you have an audition

in an hou-- [door slams]

[phone buzzing]

- They have a sixth sense

of when it's the worst time to call.

Que, Papi? - Jackie.

What are you doing?

- Papi, I'm walking home from work.

- Jackie, that's dangerous!

- Papi, it's all white people.

I just passed an organic deli. Everything's organic.

I'm telling you, be careful walking alone at this time.

- Papi, Brooklyn is not dangerous.

We're not in 19-- - Give me your phone!

- Oh, my G-- - Give me your phone.

- Oh, my God. - And your bag.

- Take a Uber.

Hello?

Psh.

[speaking Spanish]

- Oh, my God. Okay. - Let's go.

- Is that a platano?

- It's a banana, dumb-ass. - Oh! Okay.

NSYNC lover!

- What'd you call me?

- Shit! That's the pass code to my iCloud.

Please don't kill me. - Bitch, are you crazy?

You just got robbed. - Just leave my files!

[electronic music]

♪ ♪

[ringing] - Yeah?

- It's Jackie.

- Why aren't you using your keys?

- I just got mugged. - Oh, my God!

[buzzer]

Oh, my God, Jackie, are you okay?

- I got mugged in my Zumba clothes!

- Yeah, I'm gonna kill him. - No, no.

No, no, stop, stop. Amel, stop.

- Okay, look, I could reschedule

your audition for you.

We can go to the cops.

- Um...

No. - No.

- Help me rub my elbow,

and I'll borrow your music on your phone.

- Yeah. - And then we can go?

- Okay. - Okay.

- Okay.

Why are these things always happening to you?

- I don't know!

- What up, man, check this out.

Yo, Papi is hilarious!

- Yo, her parents are all up in her business, bro!

- Damn!

- They're worse than my mom, dog.

- [laughing]

Yo, what else she got?

There could be some money in there.

This something good?

- Bro, you're not lookin' right.

- Yep.

It's a go, bro.

Sell that shit. [laughing]

[low chatter]

- Oh.

- Okay. First audition.

It's not acting, but it's an audience.

- [mouthing]

- Please, God, give me strength.

I feel like I'm... gonna throw up.

[cheers and applause on TV]

Mama, I wanna be on TV.

I wanna be an actress.

- Jennifer Lopez?

- Si, Papa.

- You can do it, Mama.

But there's a lot of rejection.

A lot of people don't make it.

Follow your heart.

Just don't leave us, okay?

- I won't.

- Hey, guys, welcome to Zumba.

My name is Jackie. Thanks so much for being here.

I mean, you're here 'cause you wanna be here.

We all have choices in life, so that's that.

That's fun. [softly] Yes.

Anyone have any injuries?

And a broken heart doesn't count!

Not that I would know!

No. Great. Awesome.

Okay, just remember it takes a lot of courage to be here.

Um, uh, and, um, this is our dance space,

and this is our safe space.

- Just start the class already.

[all murmuring, scattered claps]

- Okay.

Love your enthusiasm.

Here we go.

Whoo!

[energetic dance music plays] Gonna shake it.

Gonna shake it, shake it, shake it.

Okay, here we go. Five, six, seven, eight,

and go.

♪ ♪

Up...up...

Who's your daddy?

Up, up, up... [laughter]

[grunting]

[hip-hop music]

♪ ♪