Original subtitles

[liquid pouring]

- What are you doing?

- Uh, I'm trying to figure out what to write

in this retirement card for... Esperanza?

Whoever that is.

- What about, "Retirement is like getting a lifetime achievement award.

The only thing left to do is die"?

MATT: That's perfect.

Hey, I could write it in Spanish.

You know, my buddies in college used to call me Tex-Mex

because yo hablo un poquito Spanish.

- I always love hearing your incredible stories from college, Matt.

Anytime you remember one, even if I'm sleeping,

wake me up and tell me.

- Wait a second, that's not right.

♪ mariachi music playing ♪

♪

- Ay, que linda, muchas gracias.

[chuckling]

- Um--

VILOMAR: Sí.

Bueno.

♪ tense music playing ♪

- No.

- Daryl?

♪

♪

- Okay.

♪ theme music playing ♪

♪

♪ classical music playing ♪

♪

[ticking]

[rooster crows]

[speaking Spanish on TV]

[door closes]

[footsteps approaching]

[sighs]

[knock on door]

[door shuts]

[sighs]

[clock ticking]

♪ mariachi music playing ♪

♪

LUIS: So we can't open for another three weeks?

- That's the best-case scenario.

It takes forever for the paperwork to go through.

- But don't you know the guy who works at the zoning office

who handles all this shit?

- That's the problem.

He hates my fucking guts.

[door opens]

- Fuck, man.

- What the fuck?

♪ tense menacing music playing ♪

LUIS: Aw, hell, nah, dawg.

Somebody washed my 501s?

You're supposed to dry-clean these.

- What terrorist cleaned my fuckin' underwear?

I jerk off into these and sell 'em for a hundred dollars a pop.

That is a week's worth of cum down the drain.

♪

JULIO: Mama! - What?

- Mama.

[Esperanza screams]

[bell dings]

[clock ticking]

[rooster crows]

[inhales and exhales]

[sighs]

- Remember when you hit that curb a few weeks ago?

- Okay, but promise me you'll wear these?

Gracias.

[tires screech]

♪ dramatic music playing ♪

♪

[gasps]

♪

[gasps]

[moans weakly]

[sighs]

♪

ESPERANZA: Señora.

[moaning weakly] [Esperanza sighs]

[Beverly groans]

[pants, gasps]

♪

♪

Uno, dos, tres.

[Esperanza grunting]

♪

[door hinges creak]

[Esperanza grunting]

♪

Okay.

Gracias. [exhales]

[mumbles]

♪ menacing music plays ♪

♪ gentle ominous music playing ♪

♪

ESPERANZA [muffled]: Good morning.

Good morning, Señora Eggsorbacon.

- Whoa.

What's going on?

My head hurts.

- Oh, you fall down in the street.

- Oh, no.

What happened?

- You no remember?

- No.

- A big bird, bad bird attack you.

- Oh. My goodness.

- But I save you.

BEVERLY: Oh.

Oh.

Well, thank you very much.

Oh. Mm.

Uh-uh.

You are my angel.

Wait, but you're not my cleaning lady.

- Oh... yes, it's me.

You hit head hard, really hard.

[echoing] No worry.

You rest. I clean.

♪

- Oh.

Oh.

♪ gentle brooding music playing ♪

♪

[coughs]

♪ mariachi music playing ♪

♪

♪

- Fresh laundry.

- [chuckles] Little sock bunnies.

[both laughing] - Boop, boop, boop.

- How adorable.

- You rest now. I go.

- Uh, are you coming back tomorrow?

I don't like being alone in this house.

- Oh... yes.

I come tomorrow.

BEVERLY: Wonderful.

Before you go, you take those earrings over there.

It's a gift for saving my life.

[gasps]

Lord knows I don't need 'em anymore.

- They are beautiful.

Thank you, Señora Englandfartson.

Aw.

♪

- Hey, Mom.

ESPERANZA: Hey. [chuckles]

- ¿Sí?

It's nice to relax for a change, right?

[Esperanza laughs]

MARIA: Hmm.

ESPERANZA: ¿Qué?

♪

♪ gentle acoustic music playing ♪

♪

- That's my husband, my late husband, Gregory.

He was an artist.

Gregory used his art to speak out about important issues.

This one is a commentary on the prison industrial complex.

And this one promotes health and fitness.

- Really nice paintings.

♪

BEVERLY: That is Gregory and his best friend Tony.

Tony was a gay, but Gregory didn't care.

He was a real progressive.

Sometimes he and Tony would even go off together

to the forest camping,

get away from the women.

ESPERANZA: Is this you?

- Yes, that's me. [chuckles]

It was at one of Gregory's art openings.

It was called Inside Tony.

It was all about Tony's inner life.

- Oh, you're so beautiful.

Like a movie star.

- Oh, goodness, look at all the makeup I have on.

I haven't used makeup like that for ages.

[chuckles]

♪ C'est tout by Suzy Delair playing ♪

♪

♪ singing in French ♪

♪

[laughing]

Oh, those glasses look gorgeous on you, Esperanza.

You should wear them all the time.

- Muchas gracias, señora.

- Put some of that rouge on you.

- Me?

- I'm not gonna get dolled up all alone.

That's no fun.

♪

♪ gentle foreboding music playing ♪

♪ suspenseful music playing ♪

♪

♪ music intensifies ♪

[screams]

[gasps] [Beverly laughs]

♪

[gasps]

Do you believe in ghosts, Esperanza?

- Ghosts?

Yes.

- So do I.

I've always believed there are ghosts in this house.

♪

- Ghosts here?

- I can feel them.

They're always around.

♪

♪

[knock on door] [both scream]

[both laughing]

Will you see who it is?

♪ menacing music playing ♪

♪

- What are you doing here?

BEVERLY: She's the cleaning lady.

- Oh, right.

Of course.

Cleaning lady.

Hey, Gam-Gam.

Gam-Gam, are you alright?

What the hell happened?

- I fell.

I was attacked by a giant bird.

- A bird?

- A big, bad bird.

[imitates eagle squawking]

A eagle.

- An eagle?

Like a bald eagle?

- Yeah, bald eagle, no hair.

- A bald eagle.

I thought those were extinct.

- Only one left and hate your Gam-Gam.

A big, bad, bald bird.

- Whoa. [sighs]

- But I'm fine now thanks to my angel, Esperanza.

- Esperanza?

- The lady you just met.

MATT: Oh. Right. Of course.

Muy gracias, Esperanza.

- De nada.

I go on and clean now.

- I'm gonna call Animal Patrol.

They can't just let bald eagles fly around the city like that.

Are you sure you're okay?

BEVERLY: I'm not dead yet.

MATT: I'm gonna go, Gam-Gam.

It was great seeing you.

And, um, I will call Marjorie and tell her what we talked about.

- Okay, and come again soon.

You're the only grandchild who visits me.

[sighs]

- Oh, I didn't realize comida was included in your service.

- Yes, señor.

- Oh, oh, Matthew, wait.

Uh, before you go, take one of your grandfather's paintings.

He would've wanted you to have one.

MATT [mouth full]: No offense, Gam-Gam, but

I don't think anybody wants any of Pop-Pop's paintings.

Muy gracias.

♪ bright cheerful music playing ♪

[door opens, closes]

♪

[sighs]

ESPERANZA: No.

No, no.

- Oh yeah.

[Maria sighs]

♪ gentle foreboding music playing ♪

♪ music intensifies ♪

♪ gentle classical music playing ♪

♪

[rooster crows]

♪

♪

[sighs deeply]

♪

[whirring]

- The casa is looking great.

...bad news.

Malo.

...is gonna be your last week.

Uh, tu último semana.

- I do wrong thing?

MATT: No, no, no, no, no, no.

It's just we're selling la casa.

...are coming at the end of...

So--

...anymore.

- Mi Gam-Gam is moving to a, um, retirement home.

Um--

Porque...

Ooh. Boo!

[sighs]

- Uh, I call.

MATT: Okay. [snaps fingers]

- Buenos Aires to you, too.

[sighs]

[clock ticking]

You're leaving? [screams]

- Oh, dear Lord.

Oh, yes.

- Because of the ghost?

- I didn't want to upset you, but

this house is full

of spirits.

I can't stay here any longer.

I feel like I'm constantly being watched.

It's horrible.

- But this house so beautiful.

You make the ghost go.

- Oh, I wish I could, but I don't know how.

I'm going to miss you, Esperanza.

- But I know how.

Yeah.

I can make the ghost go, leave,

so you can stay and I can stay, too.

♪

- What are you gonna do?

Uh, you should be careful not to upset them

because it's not good to make ghosts angry.

- Ah, don't be afraid, señora.

I deal with them many times.

I know what to do.

Are there any ghost here now?

♪

- Sí, Esperanza.

I can feel them.

♪ gentle ominous music playing ♪

♪

[voices whispering]

♪

♪ music intensifies ♪

♪ music stops ♪

- Get out of here, motherfuckers!

Son of a bitches!

♪ tango music playing ♪

♪

BEVERLY: Oh.

The spirits, I don't sense them anymore.

I... I can't believe it.

- This is your house.

You tell the ghost who the boss.

You have problem, you call me.

I ghostbuster.

- Thank you, Esperanza.

You are my guardian angel.

- So we stay?

We stay here?

- Sí, Esperanza.

[knock on door] [gasps]

♪ menacing music plays ♪

Oh, no, the ghosts are trying to get back in.

You must have made them angry.

- Stay back. Stay back!

♪

♪

They're gone.

♪ bright cheerful music playing ♪

♪

[Beverly sighs]

♪

- Wow, how exciting.

♪ mariachi music playing ♪

♪

[line rings]

AUTOMATED RESPONSE [over phone]: Thank you for calling Los Angeles County Animal Control.

Leave a message and we'll get back to you soon as possible.

[line beeps]

MATT [over phone]: Yeah, hey, Animal Control.

This is Matt Engelbartson

and I got a bone to pick with you fuckers, okay?

Because my Gam-Gam is bleeding out her ears right now

because some fuckin' bald eagle decided to attack her

right in front of her house.

Is this how you run a city?

Is this civilized society?

Because I don't think so.

I don't think we should just have bald eagles running around the city

doing whatever the hell they like, okay?

My Gam-Gam is 92 years old

and she doesn't deserve to be treated like this

by some bald fuckin' eagle that should be extinct.

♪