Original subtitles

MARIO Hi. You’ve reached Mario and Patricia.

Please leave a message,

and we’ll give you a call right back.

My love...

We’re finally getting out of this place,

just like I promised.

I sold it.

I sold it to him.

Yes.

I love you.

this thrill before...

MAN: She would be so proud.

Always be a winner.

You want her to be proud of you, don’t you?

would take wing

would be through...

You’ve gotten old, bitch...

Let’s go.

-

-Chole. -WOMAN: Hi, Lupita.

-Hi, Helen. -Morning.

-Good morning, Lupita. -Hi, John.

Hola.

-Hey. -You, too, huh?

Fucking hipsters.

-Oh!

-MAN: Babe, it’s all right.

-Hello, Marcus. -WOMAN: No, it’s not all right!

Hey. How are you?

¿Qué onda?

You need some help, granny?

You gonna be out here showing weakness,

you better come on inside ’fore somebody sees you.

Mira, shut your cancer hole and get me my coffee.

-

When are you gonna give up

working on this old thing, Clarence, eh?

When it kills me-- that’s when.

This here’s the only thing my daddy ever gave me.

-Mm-hmm. -Told me, once we got her

up and running again,

she’d take us all the way around the world and back.

And that is exactly what I aim to do.

You’d be lucky to make it out of Oak Springs, eh?

-Ah. -

Where is Morris’s grumpy ass this morning?

Still convinced he can get Yolanda’s dryer chair

up and running.

Son of a bitch don’t know an electrical wire from his dick.

Stubborn bastards, the both of you.

-Stubborn? -Yeah, yeah.

Now, I know you ain’t talking, granny.

Morris ain’t the only one missing

round here today, neither.

Good old fancy-pants Mario ain’t showed up for his oil change.

He loves that car of his more than he loved his wife.

Sorry. I guess six months is too soon to be making jokes?

Ah.

Don’t worry about it.

-Ow! Damn it. -Ay.

YOLANDA: It’s only the chair that’s broken, Morris,

and I have so many problems with my landlord already

without you fucking it up.

Yolanda, wait a minute. I just got one more little thing.

-I’m telling you, it’s gonna be done. -

LUPITA: You’re gonna mess it up even worse.

MORRIS: There we go!

-

MORRIS: Shit! Son of a...

Goddamn nearly shat myself.

Laugh it up, you gargoyle, you.

Go check on your greasy boyfriend at the auto shop.

All right, I’ll see you ladies tonight, then, huh?

Yolanda, Yolanda, tomorrow morning,

I’m coming back with the proper tools,

get this whole place up and running. You’ll see.

Thank you, Morris, pero no.

-I’m going to get it done. -Ay.

-

It still doesn’t feel right, Lupita.

Ay, por favor, Yolanda.

Going through so much trouble just for me.

We’re the reason Mario can afford to keep the doors open

at the community center.

-This is my problem, and... Ay, no. Ay. -Look!

I know when your pendejo landlord raised your rent

how much it hurt you, and now this?

And that’s nobody’s business but my own, Lupita.

I appreciate everything you always do

for all of us around here,

but sometimes I wish you could...

Ay, mira.

Did you see my new product?

Yeah. Uh-huh.

No Dolores again today.

Pobrecita Dolores.

Ever since they moved in, I’ve been taking my walks alone.

RAQUEL: Then why the fuck did you invite us

to stay, then, Dolores, huh?

Because worrying about my grandson out on the street

keeps me awake at night-- that’s why.

-Caleb, let’s go! -I’m coming. Damn.

And all of the trouble that he got into--

he’s lucky that he didn’t get locked up in juvie.

But you know what, probably would’ve been better for him,

’cause he sure don’t get no discipline at home.

I said I was sorry.

I mean, it’s not like anybody got killed or anything.

DOLORES: Where are you going, anyway? Out shopping?

Jesus, Raquel.

You haven’t given me a nickel since you been here,

and you’re always out there shopping and buying clothes

and shit you know damn well you can’t afford.

RAQUEL: Dolores, I cannot have this fucking conversation!

Caleb, let’s go!

Come on, your mom’s calling you.

-

RAQUEL: Come on!

-YOLANDA: Lupita?

-Hmm? -Don’t you think it’s time

to let go of the gangster bandana, hmm?

No, why? I love my gangster bandana.

-YOLANDA: Oh.

Did you get rid of her?

What my son ever saw

in that pasty bitch, I will never know.

-But the boy...

Raquel lets him do whatever he wants.

She lets him get away with everything.

My son would’ve raised him right, but that woman-- mm-mm.

Sounds just like his daddy to me.

What?

What?

We’re supposed to pretend your son was perfect?

Por favor, you remember when him and Eric...

I did the best I could under the circumstances,

and you know more than anybody how...

I-I-I’m not going there with you. Excuse me.

Okay, señoras, señoras, señoras.

-Lupita, Lupita. -Hmm?

-Play nice. -

I should get to the bingo hall anyway.

Dolores.

I love you.

-

I love you, too.

Get out of here.

YOLANDA: Gracias, Lupita.

-Hi, guys. -Hey, Lupita.

LUPITA: "Big winner."

-

¿Ay, qué es?

Guácala.

Hi, Helen.

-Hello, darling. -Hey. How you doing, Lupita?

ERIC: So, you see, it’s never too late.

Remember, no matter how many times

you’ve tried to change and failed,

you’re here now.

All right, let’s close it up.

God, grant me the serenity

to accept the things I cannot change,

the courage to change the things I can

and the wisdom to know the difference.

Thanks for coming.

You sound good up there, mijo.

Strong.

Convincing, güey.

I’m so glad you’re convinced, Doña Lupita.

You here to set up then?

Of course.

Are you joining us tonight?

You know bingo is not my thing.

Maybe in like 50 years when I’m y’all’s age.

You fool.

It’s weird seeing you without Ms. Dolores.

She’s got family to take care of.

Me, I’ve got Oak Springs.

Or what’s left of it.

Fucking tanning salons and shitty coffee shops all over.

Well, as long as you’re around, Oak Springs will never die.

Shit, you are Oak Springs.

You and the rest of them old fogies.

Come on, after what y’all did, you and Dolores are legends.

Oh. I got it.

Mario gave you a copy of the keys?

Even with all those tattoos on your neck?

Nah, these are his.

Found them hanging from the front door.

You just found them?

Doesn’t sound like him.

Did you talk to him, call him?

Nah, I figured Mario, with all the shit he had to deal with...

Let me see your phone.

MARIO Hi.

You’ve reached Mario and Patricia.

Please leave a message,

and we’ll give you a call right back.

Could be he really wants to be alone right now.

Know what I’m saying?

No.

I’m gonna get you on that new dating app...

"Smooches for Old Scrooges."

Definitely need to get you out more.

Take time to just kick back and just relax for once.

Stop shopping at consignment shops.

Get you an upgrade at one of them new retails opening up.

You know what I’m saying?

LUPITA: I-26.

-LUPITA: N-42! -

N-42, two, two, two, two!

another, just let it go...

O-65, 65.

The next number...

is...

-You having a stroke, old lady? -

-

D-7!

-Lucky seven! -MORRIS: D-7.

MORRIS: Seven, seven. I got that! Bingo!

-Bingo. Bingo right here! -Bingo?

-Goddamn right. -Right!

DOLORES: Okay, we got a winner, everybody!

-Come on up, Morris, and claim your prize! -Hey! All right.

-Check that. -Hey.

You have won one free haircut.

And don’t forget what happened to Samson

when he let Delilah give him a little trim.

Ooh...

Yolanda, Yolanda, stand up. Stand up, please.

-Come on. Come on, come on, come on. -Please, Yolanda.

-DOLORES: Come on, come on, come on! -Come on.

Take a look around this room

at all your neighbors who care about you.

Come on, give it up, Oak Springs.

-Give it up. Hey! -Go, go, go!

I have seen this woman perform miracles.

Look how she transformed me. I look good, don’t I?

Give me a round of applause.

LUPITA: Okay, okay, beautiful Dolores.

How much did we raise tonight?

DOLORES: Drumroll, please!

$511 and...

...four cents.

Now, which one of y’all was donating pennies

with your cheap ass?

Morris?

Eh...

DOLORES: Beautiful Princess Yolanda,

put your hands out. Come on.

Come on. Don’t be shy.

With love from Oak Springs.

Come on. We love you.

We take care of each other here.

This is our home.

Oak Springs!

And we are working hard to keep it, and we...

-DOLORES: The hell?

-Ay, Morris. -What?

It’s not like Mario not to pay his electric bill.

Okay, ladies, next time.

Let’s go, Morris. Grab the beer.

All right, people, game’s over. Thanks for coming.

Step aside.

I’ll take care of it.

Mario gave you a copy?

-Please.

As if you wasn’t in his business enough.

Damn, gave me a shitty copy anyway. Mm.

Oh. Nice ride.

It damn sure don’t belong to nobody around here.

It’s the same guy I saw earlier.

Whose car is this?

And why is it here, hmm?

Probably one of them rich hipster assholes.

-What about Mario? -What about Mario?

Clarence told me he didn’t show up

for his car appointment this morning.

His car appointment?

Yeah, yeah.

Should we call the National Guard?

Eric said Mario’s keys were just hanging from the door earlier.

Lupita, the man is old, in case you haven’t noticed.

And the power, the power going out.

Lupita, the man just lost his wife

after years of watching the cancer just eat away at her.

I can’t imagine what something like that does to your head,

so how about we just cut him a little slack

about being forgetful, okay?

Let’s stop by his house!

No, we are not stopping by his house.

It’s been six months.

Let’s leave him alone.

What if it’s something else?

Lord, if you’re listening, there’s a crazy woman down here.

Dolores, I got that feeling.

And you know more than anybody what that feeling means.

Yeah, I know what it means.

-A pain in my ass!

Don’t touch that car!

Oh, God.

Lupita, it’s late. Come on.

Let’s go so we can get some rest, for God’s sake.

And tomorrow, if you haven’t heard from him,

we do it your way.

You never let me do fucking anything.

MARIO Hi. You’ve reached Mario and Patricia.

Please leave a message,

and we’ll give you a call right back.

"Under new management."

Ay, Mario, what did you do?

¡Hijos de la chingada!

-LUPITA: Mario.

How could you sell it, Mario?

Mario!

Want to talk to me about the bingo hall?

Eh?

I know you’re in there!

Mario!

You cook now?

Good morning to you, too.

I just thought it would be nice. That’s all.

Well, you’re burning the eggs.

Uh, no soda before break...

Oh, so it’s on now.

-Ah. -RAQUEL: All right.

Smells good, right?

Oh, and that coffee--

I got that good stuff from that new place down the street.

None of that store-bought bullshit.

-CALEB: Real good, Mom. -Thank you.

DOLORES: Are there some hidden cameras in here?

’Cause you can cut the BS and tell me what this is all about.

I just wanted to do something to show my appreciation...

our appreciation for you.

You want something.

Money.

That’s it. Mm-hmm.

No, I know.

A job, right? You got a new job.

That means we can move back home now.

Mom, please tell me that we’re

-moving back home. -How you gonna burn up my good bacon

and at the same time...?

CALEB: You said we would only be here for a little while.

-DOLORES: Why don’t you take back... -Mom.

...some of those new clothes that you bought?

-But no... -

I already took the clothes back, for your information.

I just leave the tags on, and I take them back

-when I’m done with them, so... -Raquel.

How about if I take you shopping

and buy you some clothes that you can cut the tag off of?

How about that, huh?

I’ll be fine.

And for the record, I bought that coffee with my money.

Fuck this.

And for your information, I prefer store-bought

to this liquid cat shit.

Posted on my door, your door and everyone else.

Should I grab my shotgun?

You know I still keep it in the kitchen.

"New management."

Still no word from Mario?

Stopped by this morning, saw his car.

No answer.

I-If Mario’s looking to sell, we can’t just...

Sell? No, hombre. No, no, por favor.

Mario had a moment of weakness.

But we won’t let that happen, will we?

Hell, Lupita, you knew Mario.

He was never happy here.

-And when Patricia died... -MORRIS: Hey, hey. Whoa.

Oak Springs has been good to us.

You have been good to us.

-But look, Lupita... -But what? But what?

We’ve been struggling a long time, granny. You know that.

We love this neighborhood.

But the people in this town have been doing pretty goddamn good

selling their property to these rich bastards.

And I don’t know, but sometimes it don’t sound so bad.

You’d piss your chones if I told you the offer I got on my house.

We all get the letters.

I don’t blame Mario.

Shit, for the right price,

I could be laying on a beach somewhere in a string bikini.

-YOLANDA: Lupita.

Don’t you think we deserve better?

Look, I’m a loyal man. You all know that.

Even when things got hard, I stayed.

I stayed out of loyalty to you, Lupita. You understand?

But where did all that loyalty get me? Where? What?

Nothing but pain. That’s what.

You’re abandoning your home for a little bit of money.

-No. -DOLORES: Lupita.

None of us are what we used to be.

But we’re still here.

Little older, little crankier.

-But damn it...

...we’re still here.

We are.

Where we have always been.

-Sí. -

What’s the plan, granny?

We show up tonight and give this big asshole

a proper Oak Springs welcome.

-YOLANDA: Andale.

Looks like a goddamn casino.

Is it even possible to do all this in one night?

Of course it’s possible.

Shit, come on, I could’ve done it in less.

Morris, you would’ve burned the building down to the ground.

I’d rather see a pile of ashes

than whatever the hell I’m looking at now.

Let’s go introduce ourselves to this pinche gringo.

Now, now, now, now, w-w-wait. We don’t know he’s white.

ALL: He’s white.

-

Holy shit.

You can say that again.

-Oh, what? -Oh...

YOLANDA: Can you imagine the electricity bill for this place?

Hey!

For a bingo hall in Oak Springs,

this is a bit of an overkill,

-if you ask me. -Ay.

Hey, Lupita.

-Lupita. - ¿Qué?

Don’t you think we should play, too?

You know, to blend in?

We are not playing.

And to be honest,

all of these people should be ashamed of themselves.

That was a good idea.

LUPITA: It’s not... it’s not a good idea.

Is that Raquel over there?

That bitch.

Stay focused.

-She’s here trying to get rich quick. -Come.

LUPITA: Sit. Sit there.

Mario’s been gone a day, and all it takes

is some blinking lights to make them forget.

Makes me sick.

MAN: Ladies and gentlemen of Oak Springs...

I’ve got one question for you.

Are you feeling lucky?

Well, you can call me Mr. Big.

And it is an absolute pleasure

to welcome you all here to the grand opening of...

...of Mr. Big’s Bingo!

LUPITA: No.

Well, here at Mr. Big’s Bingo, we have only big prizes.

Because everyone deserves to be a winner.

I look around this beautiful community of yours,

and you know what I see?

I see dreams.

Big-time dreams.

I see potential in Oak Springs, all these unfulfilled desires.

And each and every one of you has a big dream.

I mean, who doesn’t?

Am I right?

No matter how happy,

no matter how content you may be,

we all have that one thing,

that one little thing that we still yearn for.

Like an eternal itch you just can’t scratch.

They say money can’t buy you happiness.

I disagree.

You know what kinds of people believe this nonsense?

Losers.

-

MAN: Losers?

Now, tell me, Oak Springs, are you losers?

-CROWD: No! No! -Losers!

MR. BIG: No.

How about you, my dear?

What’s the one thing you most desire?

What would bring you happiness?

A new life.

A new life, hmm?

Well, here at Mr. Big’s Bingo, you could win enough money

to buy that new life ten times over.

Who’s ready to play the game?

MAN: Hey! Hey!

-Oh, shit.

MAN: Yeah, you better run, little shit.

B-14.

G-46.

G-51.

RAQUEL: Bing... Wait.

Bingo. Bingo! Bingo!

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. I have bingo!

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

-Oh, my God! -You want it bad enough, ladies and gentlemen,

the luck will find you.

Well, come on up, big winner.

-Let’s see what you won. -Oh, God.

Holy shit.

ANNOUNCER: $10,000.

Holy shit!

I knew we should’ve played.

I told you it was a good idea.

-Oh, my God.

MR. BIG: Come back tomorrow night.

Come back every night, where the prizes will be even bigger.

Or miss your chance to make all your dreams come true.

RAQUEL: Yes! Fuck yes!

And everyone deserves to be a winner.

-CALEB: Mom? -

Mom?

Can we talk about yesterday?

I didn’t mean...

I’m sorry. I didn’t...

Mom.

Mom! Mom, no!

Mom, no!

Caleb, what’s going on?

Where’s your mom?

No, you didn’t.

RAQUEL: A new life.

That pasty bitch.

by the dozens

new cousins

than money buys

-Look at me!

in balance

she don’t try

than money can buy

-

there’s a wrinkle

there’s a twinkle

-

than money can buy

Rich, bitch!

She’s got smarts that you don’t see...

RAQUEL: You look just like your fucking grandma

when you look at me like that.

-Like I’m a loser. -CALEB: I never said that.

RAQUEL: You think your mom is a loser?

You don’t think I can make it without your dad?

I don’t know if I have what it takes

to be a mother without your dad.

-I went from being Raquel... -

to being Caleb’s mom.

She had to give up all her hopes and dreams

for her kid just like that.

If I ever wanted anything for myself...

I just want to remember what it’s like to be me.

Oh, I would be a really shitty mom.

I would be a selfish, cold-hearted fucking bitch.

MR. BIG: All the desperate souls...

-we feed off them. -

Now, tell me, Oak Springs, are you losers?

MR. BIG: Oh, that’s it.

-That’s it. -

Always be a winner.

How do you know for sure she left?

She left me a shiny nickel.

Now, that’s what she does.

She left my son I don’t know how many times,

running off doing God knows what with a baby at home.

I can’t stop thinking about last night-- that man.

That nasty smile of his, that...

Oh, please, Lupita.

Don’t start all of that again, okay?

And that prize?

You ever seen a bingo game with a prize like that?

No. I’ve lived in Oak Springs most of my life, remember?

Oak Springs seems like the last place

to open a big-money bingo hall.

Well, Oak Springs is changing, so maybe it’s perfect for all

those new tech companies moving in.

Ese hombre is a snake.

Those flyers were meant for us.

We need to find Mario!

-No. -Maybe he knows something.

Lupita.

What are you doing, Dolores? Get up.

Vamonos. Órale.

I don’t have the time or the energy

to be playing Batman and Robin with your behind.

Those days are long gone.

I’ll handle this shit myself.

Please don’t do nothing crazy.

I don’t give a fuck...

Mario?

Mario?

Mario?

Mario.

Mario.

What is this?

What happened to you, Mario?

-

Caleb?

I’m stopping by Miss Lupita’s.

Make sure she didn’t do nothing stupid.

DOLORES Okay?

All right, now, I won’t be long.

I’m leaving my cell phone on the counter in case you need it.

I want to tell you

got problems

some are poor

are for real

Welcome to the game, gentlemen.

some dues to pay

-Now, who’s ready to win big? -

your very dying day

-

Ay, Dios.

Ay, Dios mío.

-

MR. BIG: You...

...lose.

-Aah! Whoa.

-I come in peace, woman. -Come in. Come in.

Have you been resting?

’Cause I know how you get when you haven’t had your siesta.

It’s not... It’s not...

I swear to God I just...

in the hallway...

Hey, hey. Take a breath.

Let that brain of yours rest for one evening.

Lupita, what?

If you’re out hitting up cars again,

you’re in the wrong part of town, little homey.

Look, man, I didn’t take nothing...

Find something good in there?

Not here to fuck with you... Caleb.

I knew your pops back in the day.

We used to get into all kinds of trouble together.

-You knew my dad?

He was like a brother to me.

When I heard what happened to him, I felt that shit.

Sorry you had to go through that.

I grew up without parents, too.

I had to make my own family.

Other kids as screwed up as me.

Not your pops.

I’m talking about real fuckups.

Dealing just to get by.

Started using after a while.

Where’s your friends now?

Dead.

As long as I had my high and my money, I was good with it.

It was like an infection.

Ain’t no cure for that shit.

Well, you got clean, didn’t you?

Getting clean ain’t the same thing as getting cured.

That taste... that taste is permanent.

Every morning, I feel the urge,

and every morning, I got to make the choice to ignore that shit.

Well, if you got better, why do you still live here?

-What’s wrong with Oak Springs? -It sucks here.

There’s, like, nothing but a bunch of old people.

Except for you,

-and you’re still kind of old. -

That’s ’cause most everybody else gone already.

Those old people are the closest thing to a family I ever had.

Lupita’s been like a mother to me.

That mean old Mexican lady?

Yeah, that mean old Mexican lady.

Man, Lupita cleaned up this whole neighborhood,

helped kids like me get our shit together.

And not just Lupita.

-Your grandma, too. - Yeah, right.

Those ladies were like superheroes around here,

for real.

Ran those damn gangs out of here like that.

They built it up from nothing.

That’s why Lupita’s so protective

of the neighborhood, you know?

Last night,

I heard my grandma talking

about how my mom won big at this new bingo place.

And this morning, she was gone.

If only I could get some money.

I don’t know.

She’s gonna come back for me.

I hope you’re right, little homey.

I hope you’re right.

B-13!

CLARENCE: Bingo!

Bingo! Bingo!

Bingo!

-Son of a bitch! -Come on, Oak Springs.

Let’s hear it for the big winner of the night.

It’s all on me, baby. It’s all on me.

-ANNOUNCER: $100,000. -MR. BIG: Big winner.

Holy shit.

Cocksucker.

Will you please say something?

What can I say?

I want you to say you will help me stop him.

What if he did something to Raquel to make her leave?

How do we know he didn’t take her out already

like he did Mario?

Take her out?

-Yes. -You are losing your mind.

Dolores, you didn’t see the way Mario was.

There was money.

There was green slime.

It wasn’t natural. It was evil.

-And... -Okay, okay.

What did the cops have to say about it?

Oh, please.

Since when have we trusted anything the cops have to say?

They don’t care.

And they don’t know Mario like I do.

Mario hated his life in Oak Springs

even before Patricia died.

You were just too stubborn to accept it.

What if he felt stuck,

with no way out?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Don’t even say it.

Maybe he just got tired of fighting a battle

he knew that he had already lost.

And he’s not the only one who feels that way.

When my son got sick...

I’m not doing this.

Whew.

Where are you going?

To be with my grandson.

He’s what matters most now.

Oak Springs is all I have.

He’s taking over, and we have to do something.

This is our goddamn neighbor...

I am talking about my grandson.

To hell with this neighborhood!

I have fought with you almost my whole life.

We all have.

And what do we have to show for it?

Nada.

No money, no family, no future.

But we got Oak Springs, right?

And because of you...

...we’re probably all going to die right here

in good old Oak Springs.

Don’t make me fight this alone, please.

The fight is over.

RAQUEL: Caleb’s your problem now, Dolores.

-Mom, Mom... Stop. -

-I’m rich, bitch. -Stop, Mom. Stop. Stop. Stop.

Stop! Stop! Stop, stop, stop, stop!

in New Orleans

Mmm, mmm.

of many poor girls

I’m one...

Me and you...

gonna take a ride across this whole goddamn world together!

Just like my daddy said.

Leave all the bullshit behind.

-

That’s what I’m talking about!

-

-

MR. BIG: No matter how happy,

no matter how content you may be...

Almost perfect.

to New Orleans...

MR. BIG: ...we’ve all got that one little thing

we still yearn for.

Stubborn bastards.

You’d be lucky to get out of Oak Springs alive.

-

One more little tweak...

-...and we’ll be ready to ride.

-

Yolanda! Yolanda!

Chingada madre.

-Chingado...

Clarence!

Are you in there?

Clarence!

Chingado.

-

-

-

-

-Caleb.

Caleb!

Come help me. The light’s out again.

MR. BIG: And everyone deserves to be a winner.

Dolores! Caleb!

No, no, no, no!

-Eric, es Lupita. -ERIC: Hello?

I need your help, mijo, pero ahorita.

Hello? Hello?

Lupita?

Lupita, tell me where you are.

I’ll come get you.

Hello? Lupita!

No more games.

-ERIC: Oye, Lupita. - ¿Qué?

I’m with you all the way.

Eric, be careful, mijo.

We are all that’s left.

Ya vete, cabrón.

You’re going to make me cry.

Okay, I’ll go around back.

Chingada madre.

What the hell are you doing here? No.

No, don’t get in there, Caleb! No!

-

MR. BIG: Come back every night,

where the prizes will be even bigger,

or miss your chance to make all your dreams come true.

And everyone deserves to be a winner.

Loser!

Caleb! Caleb.

Caleb!

-Fuck you. -Come on, Caleb.

-It’s too late. -Come on.

I made my decision.

Oh, you’re hard now, huh?

Well, go ahead, big man.

Go ahead.

You gonna use that thing or what?

Stop!

You don’t know me or anything about my family.

You don’t understand.

I have to do this.

-With this money, I can... -You can what?

Buy your mama back?

Money ain’t real, man.

It can’t solve your problems.

Trust me.

This shit...

this shit ain’t the answer.

I’m sorry.

It’s all right, Caleb.

Caleb!

Morris.

I won’t let him have you.

You don’t matter.

Can’t you see that?

You’re nothing.

All you are is in the way.

I’m going to be a winner.

I don’t need you.

Yolanda.

Yolanda.

ERIC: Caleb!

Easy.

Easy, man.

Let him go! Leave him alone, man! Wait.

What the fuck do you want?

It’s what you want that matters.

You feel it every morning,

and every morning, you deny yourself.

Don’t deny yourself, Eric.

That’s it.

That’s it.

I won’t deny myself.

Eric, no! No!

Eric, no!

No!

I’m sorry.

Winners only.

Always be a winner.

Wouldn’t want to end up like your mother, now, would you?

Although she did smile right up until the very end.

You were right, Dolores.

I let this happen.

But it’s not too late.

We may be older, but we still have plenty of life to live.

You hear me?

Oak Springs, listen up.

When our neighbors started leaving Oak Springs...

...I called them cowards and traitors.

But I was wrong.

I thought that a neighborhood

and a community were the same thing.

A neighborhood is just a place.

Oak Springs is more than that.

We are Oak Springs.

Us, the people.

And when Oak Springs works together,

there is not a pinche thing in this world

that can defeat us!

Ladies and gentlemen...

...and special guests...

...welcome to Mr. Big’s Bingo’s

Million Dollar Game.

Now, which one of you deserves to be a millionaire?

No!

Don’t listen to him! Don’t listen to him!

Oh, can’t you see, Lupita?

I’m just the same as you.

You’re nothing like me.

Oh? Is that so?

Surrounding ourselves with desperate souls.

Fixing the game so they need us.

So, they can’t live without us.

Caging them in.

And then we feed off ’em

again and again and again

-and again and again and again! -

We use promises like leashes, huh?

Oh, keep ’em close, Lupita.

Keep ’em close. Keep ’em close.

Ah. Huh.

Now...

It’s game time!

G-59!

Oh, B-11!

CALEB: Hey, fuck head.

Shit!

Oh, fuck.

-Wake up. Wake up, please. -

Come on, old lady. Wake up.

Wake up, please.

Lupita, please, wake up.

MORRIS: Yolanda!

Yolanda. Yolanda.

Lupita, please, wake up.

Come on, lady, wake up.

-

You picked the wrong community, motherfucker!

Fucker. You’re mine.

-

Piece of shit!

¡Dale!

¡Hijo de puta!

MORRIS: Get him!

Damn.

MORRIS: Kick that motherfucker!

Hit the motherfucker! Yeah!

Get the fuck out of our house!

-Son of a bitch! -

-MORRIS: Fucker! -DOLORES: Who’s your mama now?

MORRIS: Welcome to Oak Springs, motherfucker!

-DOLORES: Mr. Big Stuff.

MORRIS: Motherfucker!

Try me! Try me!

Get up! Get up!

You think you can beat me?

Oh, no.

The house always wins.

I agree with that.

Welcome to our house, ¡puto!

-

-

No, no, no, no. No, not the... not the money.

MR. BIG: Oh, no. No, no.

-No, no, no, no, no, no! -

-Caleb!

Yolanda. Yolanda.

Lupita.

Game over.

MORRIS: Where’s Clarence?

Clarence!

MR. BIG The money.

Money.

Clarence, Clarence, did he...?

No.

Clarence.

YOLANDA: So...

What now?

I’m sorry I kept you all here for so long.

I was too stubborn to accept the truth,

and I should have listened to you.

This place was never our home.

You are my home, my family.

It took all this for me to see that.

And now...

And now what?

We’re not dead yet, woman.

Does that mean we’re leaving Oak Springs?

I’m just saying. I...

We are Oak Springs, mijo.

And so are you.

So, can Oak Springs go someplace by the beach, then?

As long as we’re together...

...it doesn’t matter where we go.

-

that I dreamed for

in life’s game

and my loved ones

yeah, I’ll leave