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mariachi music

[birds chirping]

[whispers in Spanish]

country music

[singing in Spanish]

Trixie was shoved in the backseat, scared shitless.

She hits the curb,

sends the car ten feet in the air.

[laughter]

75 years old, she landed perfect in the lot.

Then she turned around, smacked Tito upside the head

and said, "Hey, cabron, next time you move your ass

-"when I say." -[laughter]

Mijo, come here.

[woman] Who died in here?

[all] Hey!

Oh, good, mija, here. Come here.

-Come help me taste-- -I've never had,

and never will have, any interest in soup

from parts of the pig that snot came out of.

[woman] You have no respect, mijita.

Spanish choral music

You never talk to me in Spanish.

Definitely needs more salt.

[woman] I can tell they're talking about me.

-No one's talking about you. -I just can't tell

-what they're saying. -You're paranoid.

Everyone's having a good time.

-They think I killed her. -Still missing something.

-You're not listening. -At least you could come

and help me stir this while I take a minute to think.

[woman] Mom.

What are you wearing, mijita? You look like somebody died.

Someone did die, that's the point.

So, you don't have to keep reminding everyone of it.

Too much time with your father.

-You've gotten so serious. -Jesus, Mom.

Don't take the Lord's name in vain.

You could translate for me. Explain it to them.

Maybe if you came around a little more often,

you'd pick up some Spanish yourself.

[humming]

Ah, mijita, I didn't recognize you.

-You've gotten so big. -Pozole's ready.

You look somber. Doesn't she look somber?

It's a wake, Tia.

Mijita, you call me Thia Tia.

You know I don't like when you do that.

Thia Tia, always. It's a sign of respect.

-You're the same age as me. -Doesn't matter, mijita.

Eat some pozole, you look too thin.

dramatic Spanish choral music

-I-- -[speaks Spanish]

-English. -They're all talking about you.

You can talk to them for me. She was old, she didn't--

They won't believe me. I'm too far in.

You must go to the one that betrayed you.

-Betrayed? Wait, what? -Shh.

No, my--

light guitar music

I'll do better. [speaks Spanish]

[crying]

[speaking Spanish softly]

Ow.

Tia, is that you?

I'll be right in. I'm just--I'm just

watering Nana's plants. You know how she felt

about these damn things.

[sniffs]

[sighs]

[overlapping conversations]

Um...

If I could just for one...

[speaks Spanish]

Excuse me!

Um...

I...

Um...

You guys remember when Nana broke that bottle

of tequila over Tomigo's head that one Christmas?

Well, Tio, I guess you probably don't.

[chuckles]

I know I wasn't around much,

but, uh, me and my dad, it was just us.

We didn't really do the whole tradition thing.

So I guess I really didn't know

what it was that she let me help her cook that year.

And I remember sitting on that

broken ass table, you know, she had.

And I reached out my hand at just the wrong moment

and she cut the tip of my finger.

And I screamed, you know,

but she snapped, "Callate, Maya, callate.

"In this kitchen we don't cry over nonsense."

And she threw a roll of toilet paper at me

like it wasn't nothing.

And then she pulled out the ingredients

for the pozole and suddenly there's this pig

staring up at me.

And...

I thought, me and this pig,

we're the same.

You know?

And I wanted to ask her, like,

how could you do that?

How could you kill it?

But then she put a finger over her mouth and said real soft,

"Aye, mija,

"now we put the love in."

And then she danced again.

And I remember thinking,

this woman runs the world.

Nothing can kill my nana.

[chuckles]

She had a lot of pride

and a-a respect

I wish I had.

And I-I know y'all have been

hearing some stuff about me, but um...

if we don't have that,

as a family...

...I don't--don't know.

So, um, I guess...

...this is for Nana.

light guitar music

[singing in Spanish]

Aye, estúpido, that's Leah's daughter.

You recognize your own niece?

[gurgling]