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What a cutie.

Scared or what?

These pigeons are psycho.

Check out that little dog!

Watch out! You'll get scabies.

Damn, hold on. Have you tried chicha?

What's chicha?

You're so Miami.

Try that.

Gross!

Dude, drink this instead.

Check it out, Mafe.

Look at how the solar panels activate
with the new photocell.

Shit's so cool!

Damn, babe, it's starting
to look like the real thing.

Got it.

The processor keeps lagging, but...

I'll beef it up once I get
to join the Aerospace Institute.

BOGOTÁ, COLOMBIA - SUMMER '99

It's gonna turn out so fucking sick.

I'll send you pictures
when it looks like a satellite.

Get the camera!

-You ready?
-Okay.

-Grab the camera. Film me.
-Wait. Carly, wait!

Ready?

So sick, babe! You nailed it!

Was that sick or what?

Nah, dude...
the whole thing's a fucking fiasco.

You think they were gonna say no to him?

My brother shoved
that fucking Georgia Aerospace Institute

so far down their throats... Watch it.

It's all we talk about now.

That's so messed up, bro.

My parents don't even speak English.

I don't know, man.

To me that's like chickening out
of the problem.

When my dad hired his bodyguards,

he said the damn Guerrillas weren't
gonna bully him out of his own country.

I don't give a shit anymore, dude.
Fuck the American Dream.

Why couldn't your brother graduate
and leave by himself?

'Cause he's a fucking selfish asshole,
that's why.

-Dude.
-So what?

So your dad's really buying you
out of the army?

Bro, so that I can "focus" on my studies.

But you know what?
I'm gonna get so much ass!

Shit, dude!

Check it out, bro.

To keep you hydrated over there.

Thanks.

All good.

Fucking sweet.

Hey! Vandals!

Shit! The pigs! Run!

Stop right there! Stop!

Go easy tonight, babe, please.
You kind of go crazy when you drink.

Mafe. It's my last night with everyone.
I feel like I deserve it, no?

Besides, I'm not playing any more games
when I'm in the States.

Gonna be a new Carly.

But I wanna be able to spend
some time with you, babe.

I got you a little goodbye present.

No.

Holy shit... Emperor?

Mafe, you didn't have to.

-You like it?
-I do.

And this?

Just a little surprise.

Hey, that's Teo.

Dude, run!

Now what?

The guy has three lungs!

Fuck.

Stop!

Stop!

-Norby!
-Mateo! Mateo!

Go, Norby!

Dispatch, do you copy?
I need backup on 5th Street!

Norby! Get up, dude! To the dollhouse!

Be quiet, bro. They'll catch us.

Check it out.

Put that shit away!
The fuck's wrong with you?

Come on. You chickenshit?

If we get caught,
my dad won't buy me out of the army.

No, Teo! No, dude!

You're fucking insane!

You stay put, Doc.

Fuck!

Norby! Norby!

That shit was so loud,
my ears are still ringing.

Yeah. Fucking hilarious, dude.

Dumbass! Wanna get arrested,
fucking idiot?

Why would you do that?

Dude, I told him not to! Moron!

What the fuck were you thinking?

I can't... breathe...

-Yo, chill, chill. chill.
-Get out of the way, Norby!

You're not gonna fuck up
my plans, dipshit.

-Oh, yeah? We'll see about that.
-Pig's coming!

You fucked up for real, bro.

Chill, dude. They didn't even get us.

If you take any of my things again,
I'll beat you up!

I'm gonna tell Mom.

Norby! Weren't we gonna get a few beers?

Dude, come on... To say goodbye.

Tio Jorge is coming early tomorrow
to take out the rest of the furniture.

I told him you'd help him.

All right.

How much did Tio Jorge give you?

A hundred bucks?

I got way more.

Bullshit.

Mom, Carly has something to tell you.

Nothing, Ma. They're throwing me
a goodbye concert tonight.

I'll be back late.

"Everyone or no one,

because this is about politics,
not economics,"

was the demand
that the ELN received from the families

of the 24 victims of Flight 94-63

who still remain kidnapped by the rebels.

We don't want any more excuses.

We just want them to release
all our family members, please.

Meanwhile, tomorrow the deployment
of 1,000 soldiers

of the 5th National Army battalion

will begin in the San Pablo
and South of Bolivar region

where the International Red Cross
arrived today

to start a dialogue
with the guerilla revolutionaries.

My dear Nelly. You're too brave!

I'd be terrified if I were you!

Just imagine...
moving to a country so far away,

with no friends, no family,
no acquaintances...

and without speaking the language?

No! Hats off to you, my dear Nellycita.

Of course I'm scared, Leonorcita.

But what else can we do?

Pay the extortion money?

Absolutely not. Those criminals
will never get a single cent from us.

Of course not.

But don't worry, my dears.

We'll be just fine.

You know
how well Ernesto takes care of us.

He's sorting out the asylum papers
with a highly recommended lawyer,

and he already found us a beautiful home
in a really nice and safe neighborhood.

I'm sure we'll settle in a heartbeat.

So you already saw pictures
of your new home?

No, not yet.

But Ernesto painted
such a pretty picture over the phone,

I really can't wait to see it.

You must really miss him, no?

Yes. We're coming up on half a year now.

Well, I'm so happy
you're all going to be together again.

Yes, soon.

Are you boys looking forward to it?

You kidding, Doña Alcira?

I can't wait to start
at the Aerospace Institute.

-Oh, so they accepted you already.
-I wish.

If I want to work at NASA,

I have to go through
a school like that first.

There's no other way.

And you, Mateíto?
How do you feel about all of this?

Ah, my dear Leonorcita,

while I do love Bogotá,

let me tell you that I'm also super,
duper, excited to leave all my friends.

-You know what I'm even more stoked about?
-Teo.

I'll finally become
an obese piece of shit.

Hey! Don't be so abusive!

I'm gonna take a piss.
Later, ladies. Take care!

How rude.

Don't worry, Nellycita.
I'm sure Mateíto will grow out of it.

Me too, Doña Alcira.

Carly!

Carly!

Carly, we need to talk!

-There's nothing to talk about!
-Then just listen. Let me talk.

Come here.

I thought you were gonna give me
a chance to say goodbye to you.

Mafe, we spent the whole day together,
and now we're here.

What else do you want?

Can you stop drinking for a second?

Jeez, get off my ass already.

You're such an asshole!

Can you tell me that I can come visit you
like I visit my friends in Miami?

That's not gonna happen.

There, there, Mafe. Come here.

There, there.

Mafe, I'm just being real.

I don't mean to hurt you. I don't.

But we're young and we have
to be open to all the possibilities.

And we're always gonna be friends, okay?

Just have fun with me, please!

Mafe, please.

I wanna thank Mafe.

She's the one
who put all this shit together

to give this hairy stud
a proper send-off to NASA!

We're gonna miss you so much, bro.

Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!

Hey, Teo.

The fuck...

He got way too shit-faced this time.

Chill, bro. I can walk on my own.

And lost his keys.

Let go already!

Thanks for bringing him.

You should've come tonight, Teo.
It would've been good to see you.

-See you later, lil' bro.
-You got it.

Careful not to wake Mom.

Shush yourself.

Oh, my bed. My bed!

Help me out, bro. Help me.

Dude, I'm so fucking wasted.

Go to sleep.

Mateo.

Everyone made it out, Teo.
I had such a blast.

Good for you.

Dude...

I know you fucking hate that we're moving.

But you're such a cool dude,

you're gonna make friends
no matter where you go.

Don't worry.

Toucan.

Perfect self-portrait, bro.

Don't fuck with me, man.
We're even after last night.

Even?

Why would you do that
to my present, idiot?

Grow up.

Dude, you just trashed it!

-Mateo Adrian, behave!
-Me?

Tell him that!
Look what he did to my drawing!

That's what happens
when you fuck with my things.

Carlos Andres, that's enough.

Just wait and see.

I'm shaking.

That's it. Both of you shut up.

The captain has illuminated
the fasten-seat-belts sign.

We do ask that you return to your seats
and fasten your seat belts.

It's so damn hot.

The white zone is for immediate loading
and unloading of passengers only.

No parking.

Family! Come here!

My love...

My darling.

I missed you so much.

Me too, my love.

You're so gorgeous.

Come here, son!

I missed you so much, Dad.

Me too. And check out that hair.

Beautiful.

What happened, Teo? Come here.

Why don't we get out of here?
We're blocking traffic.

Say hi to your father.

Man, I love you so much!

Let's get going.

Damn. This place is about
to fall over, no?

I know it needs some love,
but this is our home now.

We can fix it up.
Do the windows, some paint.

We can even get a cool mailbox.

Plus, this is a really safe neighborhood.

And real estate like this is
a wise investment.

Yeah, Dad. It's got solid bones.

I'll give you a hand with the renovations.

Well, I didn't picture it like this
from what you said.

But the area is beautiful...

and feels so peaceful.

You know what I'm thinking, Charito?

Some pretty flowers right here
would breathe new life into the house.

I really see it, sweetie.
I love that idea. Let's do it.

Come in, don't be shy.

That's it. Come on in.

Stay here.
I have a little surprise for you.

Pa, so sick! A pro bike?

With pegs and no brakes? So dope!

So you only got one bike?

Yeah, but check out what I got you.

I saw a commercial for it,

and I said to myself,
that's Teo right there.

Seriously? I'm gonna look like
a freaking idiot riding that shit.

Don't you like skating and all that stuff?

No, I see what you did.

You saved money on me
to buy Carlotta a dope bike.

Fine touch, Dad. Real nice.

Teo, come back. Son, come on.

Don't stress, Dad. He's just ungrateful.

I thought he'd like it.

How do you buy just one bike?

Nice, Dad. They survived the trek.

Smells like ass.

No fucking way.

Now we're talking.

I call this room!

Get out of my room.

What the hell? I literally just called it.
Everyone heard me.

No, Ma! Pa! You heard me call the room!

Tell Carlotta to get out!

Enough, Mateo Adrian!

I'm not sharing a wall with Carlos Andres
and his Satanic music!

Your room is next door.

Go!

Good God, Mateo!

Fuck! My solar panels.

I'm gonna fucking kill you this time!

You're gonna have to pay me back
every single cent, moron! Open up!

-Calm down!
-You're gonna break the door!

No, I'm not gonna calm down!
He's completely out of control!

He set the Bethancourts' dollhouse
on fire before we left!

-He what?
-He's crazy.

We can't go on like this.

Fighting over every little thing.

You're brothers.
You're supposed to lift each other up.

Here.

Honey, the clinic asked me to paint
all the halls and the courtyard outside.

I'm gonna hire some help. A couple guys.

The job's decent money.

So don't worry, we're all here now.

Hey, Carly, when do you apply to the...?

-In October.
-Good.

Here, we must have clear goals.

Focus on that application, Carly.

Remember that your college savings fund

will only cover a fraction
of your tuition.

So start looking for those scholarships.

Yes, sir. I'll look into it.

Teo, what do you want to study?

And please don't say Fine Arts.

It better be something you can rely on.

Ask me or ask your brother
if you need guidance.

Clear goals.

I get you, buddy.

I never ratted out my brothers either.

But Carly's such a straight arrow.

You know that.

Straight arrow...

It's been tough being away from you guys.

Sometimes I wondered if we made
the right choice moving out here.

Especially in the beginning, just imagine,

giving up my successful businesses
to work this hard.

Really tough, buddy.

I didn't understand anything.
Couldn't talk to anyone.

It was a nightmare.

But little by little,
I started to meet people around here

and I let myself be guided.

And now, look, we're together again.

You have to be grateful in life, buddy.

Mateo.

Promise me one thing.

Please promise me
you'll make an effort to fit in, okay?

Okay, Pa.

Yeah.

So have you been doing
some push-ups or what?

-Yeah, I had to.
-Had to?

I'm not gonna let Carly
or anybody walk all over me.

So watch it, Dad.

Watch out.

Pretty nice, right?

It's not even that far from home.

You know what you boys should do?
Practice your English with each other.

That way you get
the hang of things quickly.

Good idea, Ma.

-Stop.
-What?

I don't wanna be seen
in this piece-of-shit car.

Really, son?

Be careful.

See you back at home, Ma.

Okay, son. Take care.

Hey!

You wanna tie your scooter with my bike?

Oh, missed me!

-Hit me! Hit me!
-Go.

Come on. Go, go, go. Go long.

Touchdown.

Hey! Idiot!

What did you just call me, little bitch?

Damn straight, Jose.

I'm gonna eat your head next time,
fucking chili shitter.

-Relax.
-Fuck off.

Look at his face.

Man, what the fuck is going on
around here?

Shut the fuck up, little bitch.

I wouldn't fuck with him.

Trust me. Shit, his dad's a lawyer.

Yeah.

-I'm Teo.
-Byron.

Welcome to hell, man.

All right, now,
you should have covered this last year.

Let's assume...

that these two objects
are symmetrical spheres.

Okay? How would you calculate
the gravitational force between them

if the distance is nine meters?

Anybody? Yeah, Ms. Spike.

-You would multiply the masses on top?
-Just eliminate the units that cancel out.

Then that's 225 divided by 81,
times the constant,

which is 1.9.

-That's technically correct, Mr. Res--?
-Restrepo.

And it's not technically correct, sir.
It is correct.

Maybe it's right.

And maybe that's how you did things
where you came from,

but in America, there are no shortcuts.

We show our work.

Everybody got that?

And push-ups!

One! Two! Three!

Hey.

I'm Teo.

-Did anybody see you?
-No, the coach wasn't looking.

Funny accent, dude. I'm Nessa.

Can I smoke with you guys?

Who is this?

Is he cool?

So far.

I just move here.

-From where?
-Colombia.

What part of Mexico is that?

Seriously? Colombia's in South America.

Jeez. Just trying to make
nice conversation, dude.

-Don't freak out.
-I'm not freaking out. I'm just saying.

Yeah.

He's not cool.

This is kicked. Let's go.

You got any games on your TI-89?

I don't play games.

That gravity problem, dude,
you solved that all in your head?

There's one in this chapter
with a double variable. It's a bitch.

Make it a system.

Then find values for each of the unknowns
by replacing them with functions.

You got games now.

Holy shit. Fucking shooter games?

-You're Spanish, right?
-Colombian.

Same thing. How come you speak English?

My school was bilingual.

You should learn Spanish.
Half the world speaks it.

Shit. I croaked.

Nightside Eclipse Emperor shirt,

long hair, black leather jacket
in the dead of summer.

Let's see if you really know
your shit, poser.

Name this band.

That's so badass.

But 21 years in the can is nothing
for first-degree murder, no?

It must have hurt.

Kind of liked it.

Fight!

Oh, shit!

Fuck you say to me, you little bitch?

That's it! It's over! Enough!
Get off him and shut the fuck up!

Get off him. Shut up!

-Fuck you!
-Hey!

Calm down, Jared! Come on, man.

Just calm down. Walk.
Hey, you! You! You come with me!

-Go home!
-Turn around and go!

It's the first day, for chrissakes.
Have a seat over there.

One of you is gonna tell me
what the hell happened.

I'll tell you what happened. I'm walking
to class, minding my own business.

This psycho kid, he just jumped me.

Jared, stop lying.
That boy is half your size.

Okay, yeah. He tackled me out of nowhere!

It's messed up.

Is that a fact?

Speak already.
Tell him what he did or I will.

I don't snitch.

-What?
-Hey, hey, hey!

English, please.

I'm trying to get him to talk,
but he won't say what happened.

Oh, really?

Boy, what happened?

He called me a Mexican hobbit.
I'm not even Mexican.

Jared.

Get your ass out in that hall.

Okay, all right, Big Dog.

Call me "Big Dog" again
and watch what happens.

Get in the hall!

Kids like Jared feel threatened by anyone
they can't relate to, you understand?

Just avoid him.

What if he attacks Mateo again?

Speak to a teacher
before you start throwing hands.

Or the next time, school police
will escort you out for assault,

you understand?

I'm gonna talk
to the principal about Jared.

But you two have detention.

-We're being detained?
-No, no. No.

Detention is not detained.

No. Listen, it's not that bad, bro.

What's the excuse now, huh?

What happened, Mateo?

Answer your father!

Teo, tell them already.

Were you provoked?

Why's your eye like that?

He was getting beat up.
I had to save his ass.

You couldn't break up the fight
like a civilized person?

Is that what I've taught you?

No. No way!
You're not gonna pin this shit on me!

I'm not gonna be part
of this "lifting each other up" bullshit

and then pay for the damages.

This is on you, Dad.

You need to straighten him out
before he really fucks up.

Who does he think he is?

Come here.

Carlos Andrés.

Carlos Andrés. Come here. Come here.

Don't you close that door on me!

-Open the door!
-Calm down.

-Get the hell out of my room!
-Your room?

Is that why we brought you here?
So that you could turn into a wild animal?

Focus on what you need to do, tough guy.

You wanna work at NASA or paint houses?

Because if you wanna paint houses,
you've got the job!

I could use the help.

How could you let them
get out of hand like this?

No, no, no. Wait a second.

You abandoned us for half a year
and now you have the nerve to blame me?

I abandoned you?

Did I leave by choice?
No! I could have been killed!

Hello?

Happy birthday, dawg.
What's good, my dude?

Teo, what do you want?

Dude, you're still upset? What's up?

Yeah, well, the Bethancourts showed up
at my crib with the pigs.

The old bitch at the corner store
saw us running away

and told them that I had blown up
their fucking dollhouse.

Shit, man.

Well, you can tell the pigs
to come get me now.

Fuck you, man! Didn't you hear me?
I'm in deep shit because of you!

Why? What happened? Tell me.

My old man's not gonna buy me
out of the army anymore.

He's making me serve
with the fucking Lanceros!

The anti-guerilla squad.

No way, dude.
Your old man wouldn't do that to you.

The fuck do you know
about my dad, asshole!

If I get killed in the jungle,
it's your fault!

Hey!

Norby! Hello?

Sorry I'm late.

Three hundred seniors and only one of me.

I looked at your record, and you're one
of the easier ones, huh, Carlos?

Not quite, Ms. Johnson.
I still need money to pay for college.

-You applied to schools already?
-No.

But I am going to be applying
to the Georgia Aerospace Institute

in October for early admissions.

What, Engineering?

I'm gonna work at NASA.

-You have a backup plan?
-No.

You shouldn't put all your eggs
in one basket. It's an expensive school.

-I'm working on a satellite.
-A satellite?

It's just a prototype,
but the concept could generate interest

from the Aerospace Institute.

Yeah, sure.

Are your immigration documents in order?
Your transcripts are Colombian.

I'm on a tourist visa right now.

But our lawyer is taking care
of our political asylum papers.

You shouldn't have any trouble
applying to a school

without your papers for now.

Yes, but what about the scholarships,
Mrs. Johnson? How do I apply?

Fill out this paperwork
with your parents to get started.

Make an appointment to come back

and we'll go through
all the available awards.

I look forward to it.

"Why?" It's the whole prompt.
Who the hell came up with that?

It's a trick question.

You should just write, "Why the fuck not?"

-Yeah, I don't think so.
-What are you gonna write?

That I've always wanted
to work with the best of the best

at the forefront of technology.

It's so cliché.

That's why I'm telling them
what happened to us in Colombia

and how my success
in the sciences could prove

that we're not all Pablo Escobar types.

So heavy-handed, dude.
Good luck with that.

That's why I have to write it
so it doesn't come off that way.

Right.

-What happened in Colombia anyway?
-I don't wanna talk about it.

You're late.

Have a seat anywhere.
No homework. No reading allowed.

What the hell?

-Now you're smoking in school?
-We're in detention.

-Excuse me, sir.
-No bathroom breaks allowed.

No, he keeps talking to me.
I don't want to get more in trouble.

Mop Top, wanna be with me tomorrow?

Move over there.

What the hell's your deal, man?

Why do you take it out on me
like everything's my fault?

-You really don't get it, do you?
-No, I don't. Explain.

You think anyone cared to ask me
where I wanted to move?

No. It's like I don't count for shit
in this family. I'm sick of it.

You're so damn selfish.

The right decisions were made,
so deal with it.

If you're so sick of getting dragged
into things, start figuring out a plan.

But as long as we're living
with our parents, we're at their mercy.

Simple as that.

Grow up.

I'm gonna go check out
the Aerospace Institute. Tell Mom.

Cosmobot was designed to mimic
the articulations of a human hand,

making it the perfect aide
for complex spacewalk operations.

Now, this machine is highly functional,
but as you can see,

it still relies heavily
on a human operator.

NASA is working on giving it
human-like sight and recognition,

but that poses the following problem.

With infinitely variable configurations
of definite shapes,

how do we go about
optimizing computer vision?

Anyone?

Yes. Yes, you in the back.

The way I see it, we should...

We should teach computers
to see the same way

a child learns to recognize the world.

What I mean is, with parental training,
a baby processes billions of images

before they start interpreting things
they see as they grow up, right?

That's what we should do with computers.

If we manually populate a data model

with a massive amount
of visual information,

objects, shapes, actions,
functions, you name it,

and define what each
of those visual cues are,

we could build an algorithm

that would end up teaching itself
in an open-ended cycle.

That's pretty ambitious.

But the benefits could offset
the initial cost.

You should do more research.

In a decade or so, we may have
the technology to implement that idea.

Okay, so let's talk about
the practical aspects of robotics.

How do we see the applications

of something like the cosmobot
in everyday life?

-Dr. Onitsuka, have a minute?
-That was a compelling solution in there.

Thank you, sir. My name is
Carlos Restrepo. It's nice to meet you.

Pleasure, Carlos.

Restrepo? I don't recall seeing
that name on the register.

I'm not registered,
but I've been looking forward

to taking
your human machine systems class.

I was wondering if I could audit
for the rest of this semester.

Are you a student here?

Yes, first semester.

Okay, sure. You're welcome any time.

Office hours are posted online.
I'll let the T.A. know you'll be joining.

Thank you, sir!

Dude, it sucks that we left off
the way we did.

I didn't realize I fucked up so badly.

I felt like shit when you hung up on me.

I can't blame you for that,

and I completely accept
that what I did before I left was wrong.

And I want to ask you
to please forgive me.

I don't know what I'd do if you got
killed over there because of me.

Your homey for life, Teo.

-Ma! You're not gonna believe it!
-What?

-Dad's still at work?
-Yeah.

I never see him anymore.

-Yeah. How did it go? Tell me.
-It was awesome, Ma.

I walked right into a class with this guy,
Dr. Onitsuka, who's an actual astronaut.

Really? They have that level
of people teaching there?

And guess what.
I can go back whenever I want.

Just to observe.
But still freaking cool, huh?

That's great, sweetie! How exciting!
See how doors are opening for you?

"See how doors are opening for you?"

Idiot.

Hi, Mafe.

It's good to see you.

Hey, Carly, it's good to see you too.
What are you working on, your satellite?

No. I'm actually writing my essay
for the Aerospace Institute application.

How's it coming along?

It sucks.

-Feel like I'm not gonna get in.
-Yeah, right. Of course you will.

You really think so?

I know so.

But I really need to talk to you
about something, Carly.

What?

David and I have been hanging out a lot,

and...

he asked me out on a date. I wanna go.

El Chuleta?

-Yeah, well, you never said anything, so--
-No, yeah, whatever. I have to go.

You better buy me another one.

My turn to eat shit.

Wave to the camera.

Mom!

Nelly!

Where the fuck is my Emperor shirt?

Okay, here we go.

You're gonna eat shit!

Yo, are you good?

It's not funny, dude.
This is my brother's shirt.

-He's gonna flip his shit.
-Just toss it and say you haven't seen it.

I don't know if this is a good time.

It's a little corny,
but I made that for you.

You don't like it?

Kidding me? I love it. It's totally you.

Thank you.

Look who's out of the cave.

Stay out of it.

I told you a thousand times
not to touch my shit, fucking Smurf!

You ripped it, asshole!

Leave him alone. It's just a stupid shirt!

You okay?

Teo?

Teíto.

Get lost.

Bro, I'm sorry for humiliating you
like that. I really messed up.

Just give me back my aguardiente
and fuck off, animal.

Fine, if you don't wanna forgive me.

But I'm keeping the booze until you pay
for my solar panels and my shirt.

Be grateful I didn't take your money.

Look what came in the mail for you.

Teo!

Thanks for saying all those corny things.

It was a kind gesture that made me
realize what's really important.

You're like a brother to me
and always will be.

What I didn't expect is that
the fucking Lanceros are awesome, dude.

I'm having such a blast!

Honestly, how else would I realize
what I'm made of

without going through this shit?

Norby.

Excuse me, Dr. Onitsuka.

Can I get your impressions
on a project I've been working on?

Sure. Come on in.

Okay. I'm designing a satellite.

May I?

Be my guest.

Okay, so I was doing some research
on anthropogenic space weather,

and I came up with a hypothesis.

So it's a known fact that man-made
power line harmonic radiation exists

in the magnetosphere.

-Yes?
-Agreed.

So what I'm proposing is that very low
frequencies from communication devices

and military and scientific experiments
around the world are

and have been creating a sort
of protective bubble around the Earth.

Let me show you.

This is the Van Allen belt...

where high-energy
solar wind particles concentrate.

I want to prove that these particles are
interacting with man-made VLF harmonics.

If we can somehow launch my satellite
into this precise area--

Everybody wants
to launch stuff into space.

We're gonna have a problem
with space junk in the future.

I'm sorry. Go ahead.

The probe will take measurements
to determine the rate of expansion

of the bubble, if it actually exists.

This thing could protect future satellites
from harmful space radiation,

as well as draw further insights
into space weather forecasts

for optimum launch conditions.

It could actually achieve
the opposite of what you said, sir.

It could save NASA a ton of money.

-Do you mind?
-Sure. Use the laptop.

Okay.

I had to teach myself
advanced mathematics and programming

to get the software to where it's at,
but I still need help refining it.

I'm also building a prototype
of the hardware, but it's not complete.

Okay.

Yeah, you're not accounting for
the variable gravitational acceleration.

At this speed and altitude,

any minute fluctuation would send
your probe out of orbit.

Man, I'm so stupid. Of course
it's not negligible. I should have known.

No, no, don't beat yourself up.

If this bubble is real,
this could be a groundbreaking idea.

Would you mind if I shared this
with my colleagues at NASA?

You think they'd be interested in this?

If it saves them money,
I'm sure they would be.

Can I hold on to that CD?

-Absolutely. Yes.
-All right.

Let me get in touch with colleagues,
and I'll circle back with you.

How's that sound?

That sounds amazing. Thank you.

-Nice work.
-Thank you.

God, please let them accept me.

Please, please.

You really drew all these?

Yeah.

This is cool.

In Colombia, when a person has
a big dick, we call it a third leg.

This shit is hilarious, yo.

You're so freaking talented.

-It's wild.
-Can I show you something?

Yeah.

So I've been working with my old man

and I almost have
enough money to buy a car.

-Really?
-Yeah.

-We about to be cruising?
-You coming? I'm going to New York.

I'm leaving this shithole forever.

You already know I'm down.

Well, let's see if you like my music
'cause that's a long trip, you know?

Work it, babe.

Should we dance?

This how we do it, el perreo.

Hey!

This how we do it in Atlanta, baby.

I'm learning, I'm learning.

Good evening, everybody.

Let's talk outside.

-You have news about NASA?
-Grab your things.

I'm sorry, but you're no longer allowed
to audit my class.

What? Why?

Because you lied to me.

My T.A. looked you up.
You're not even a student here, are you?

-No, doctor, I can explain.
-You know what?

I'm really disappointed in you.
Were you trying to cheat the system?

-No, sir, I would never--
-Save it.

I value honesty above all else,
and you breached my trust.

Good night.

Hello.

What? When?

What the hell does that mean, Ernesto?

Wait, wait, wait.

Wait...

What do I have to do?

Where's that?

Yeah, they're here.

-How am I supposed to tell them?
-What's going on?

He's getting deported.

Who?

Your dad.

Yeah, I'm still here.

He got arrested?

Says here they're denying all his cases.

Faces charges for fabrication of evidence.

But our evidence is legitimate.

It says here there's a ten-year penalty
for deportation if we overstay.

This can't be happening.

He swindled us, Mom.
He's a motherfucking crook!

According to this shit,
all his clients are under investigation.

-Motions for deportations have been set.
-Let's just go back.

What else is there to do here?

Look for another lawyer,
someone who can fix this mess.

Maybe there's something
we can still do for the three of us.

So we're just gonna
let Dad go back by himself?

What if he gets targeted again?
Did you forget about that minor detail?

What can we do about that?

You wanna go face up
to those guys or what?

Let's sell this crib
and pay the extortion money,

like we should have a long time ago.

We can move to a different part
of Bogotá, lay low.

I don't know.

What I do know is,
there's no way I'm staying here.

I've had enough.

I'm not going anywhere, Ma.
We can figure this out.

Please, don't listen to Carlotta.

We gotta stick together.
That's what Dad always says.

I don't know.

You guys go back if you want.

What about the Aerospace Institute?

How the hell am I gonna do
my thing over there?

This guy, Mom...
Quit it with that fucking Aerospace.

Teo, let's not rush into anything.

Don't lose your head.
Your dad's gonna call soon.

We'll discuss as a family, all right?

Discuss? Mom, listen to me
for once in your life!

It makes no sense
for us to stay here as illegals.

So it makes more sense for us
to go back to a country at war?

Do you really want
to be forced into the army?

If we pay that fucking extortion money,

there's not gonna be enough left
to buy us out.

I could give a shit
if I get drafted into the army

or if I have to repeat senior year.

If that's what we have to do
as Colombians, then that's that!

I'm no chickenshit! Even Norby
joined the anti-guerrilla squad.

If millions of Colombians live
with this violence, why can't we?

Do you honestly think this is better?

I don't wanna leave the country.
It's not an option for me.

I can't give you legal advice.

And as far as the education goes,
should you become undocumented...

What are my options?

Private vocational, technical schools.

You can build different skills
while you're working on your visa.

Trade school? Are you kidding me?
You want me to be a fucking mechanic?

Of course not, Carly.

But without your papers,

unless you can pay out-of-state tuition
out of pocket, you...

Carly.

Carly!

Everyone is gathered here,

they all have their crazy flair
and big smiles.

They're all just happy to be here.

And as the year 1999 gives way for 2000,

we celebrate a truly memorable night here
in Times Square, New York City,

the city that never sleeps.

Mom, there's a party tonight.

You're not going out tonight. No, sir.

Why not?

Because I've got enough trouble as it is
and I don't want you looking for more.

So you're just gonna lock me up in here?

No, no, no.

What if he tags along?

No, thanks.

I'm gonna wait for Dad to call.

He would've called by now, sweetie.
I bet all the lines are busy.

Don't stress out, Mom.

I can't stand these walls anymore.
I'm going apeshit here.

And we're starting
our countdown from here on

as we approach the end of the millennium
and we usher in a new one in 20 seconds.

Oh, you're in for a spectacular night
of celebration...

You go together or not at all.

This is it.

You can talk to your dad tomorrow.

But I warn you,
not a single sip. I'll know.

...five, four, three, two, one.

Happy 2000!

All right, my loves.

-Happy New Year.
-Happy New Year.

I love you both so much.

I hope 2000 brings us
a lot of good things. I love you.

I love you too, Mom.

Go on.

All right, Carlotta, let's go.

Be careful!

This dude blacked out.

-I'm getting a soda.
-Cool.

Yo, dawg.

Teo?

Teo! Oh, it's so good to see you!

Are you having a good time?

Oh, your accent's so sexy.
Has it always been like that?

-Let's get you drunk.
-Okay.

Come on!

Yo, let's go, let's go. Beer bong!

I don't drink.

We just survived the apocalypse, dude.
You have to drink with me.

-You're clearly drunk.
-You clearly sound like my dad.

Come on, live a little.
Loosen up. Come on.

Don't let it burn out.

Life is so crazy, dude.

You know how all atoms are made
of energy, right?

-No shit.
-No, I'm serious.

Like, energy can't be created
or destroyed, it's just always been.

That means we're made from the same energy
that was released in the beginning, right?

That would literally make us
as old as the big bang.

You're so fucking hot.

Wait. Sage.

-Wait? Wait?
-Wait.

-We're fucked up. We're fucked up.
-No.

Shit!

Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!

You wanna work at NASA or paint houses?

I value honesty above all else.

Go home!

He's getting deported.

What else is there to do here?

That's so cliché.

I'm sorry, I'm tripping out really bad.

-You fucking serious?
-I have to go. I'm sorry.

-The hell were you doing?
-I was holding her hair. She had to puke.

-Bullshit! I saw you two go in there!
-It's true, I threw up.

Think I don't know what you were doing?
Making out or fucking?

-The fuck is wrong with you? She's drunk!
-What the fuck, bro?

I was helping her! Tell them, Sage.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Holy shit, dude.

It's my pet Chihuahua!

Here, boy. Here, boy.

Yo quiero Taco Bell.

Yo quiero my Taco Bell, bitch.

Speedy-- Speedy Gonzales!

-Speedy Gonzales!
-What is he doing?

-What the fuck?
-Oh, shit!

What the fuck?

That's my car! Man, what the fuck?

Fuck! Call the cops, yo!
Someone fucking call...

Fucking... Anybody see this shit?

That's my car, man!

Fuck!

The cops!

The cops are coming!

Teo!

Teo!

Please, Mr. Kahn,
I will pay to you to fix the car.

Please, don't press charges.

We are in immigration process. So sorry.

No, Dad, press charges!
The kid's a psycho.

Mr. Kahn, please, just let us pay you.

You wanna settle, Mr. Kahn?

Well, officer, these are our terms.

I'll agree not to press charges...

on the condition that you pay my son
$15,000 for the property damages.

Did he say $15,000?

-Yeah, Mom. We have to.
-What do you mean?

Otherwise, we're screwed.
This guy's a lawyer.

Dear God.

Okay.

You can make it out to Jared Kahn.

Irresponsible!

-Inconsiderate!
-Me? Inconsiderate? What about him?

He's the one
who dragged us into this shit!

-None of this was my idea!
-Shut up!

You're so hell-bent
on this stupid fucking NASA illusion.

Grow up!

You convinced yourself
that you're better than everyone,

that you're hot shit, but you're a nobody!

You're the nobody!
I'm gonna beat the shit out of you!

Shut up! Both of you!
This is the last straw.

That money's coming out
of your college savings account.

And, Mateo, you're gonna give me
all the money you've earned with your dad.

You're not gonna bully me!

Pack all your things.
We're going back to Colombia.

I'm selling the house
and paying the fucking extortion money.

It's over!

...like such major competition.

Personally, I would have picked
Lauryn Hill or Madonna.

But it would be such an honor.

I've been working for a really long time,
though, for my success and everything.

But it's totally paid off,
being able to come to places like this.

Sorry, Mom. I fucked us over.

Sweetie, look what came for you.

So... I got in.

Hang on. So what now?

Nothing, Teo.

Nothing changes.

Nothing changes, my ass.

They're offering you a spot.

There must be something you can do.
Go talk to them.

Do it.

Make it so that it expands outwards.

I'm ready, Teo.

Hit it.

So dope!

You did it. Well, we did it. I helped you.

Excuse me, sir.

I came to apologize for breaking
your trust. I have no excuse.

I messed up bigtime, and...

Ever since I can remember,

coming here, working at NASA,
it's everything to me, sir.

And still you thought
that lying was the best way to get there?

The people in this field need
to be forthright and dependable.

Lives are at stake.

I recognize I made a huge mistake.

Okay, I wanna be transparent with you.

My immigration papers were screwed up
by a crooked immigration lawyer.

That's unfortunate.

It means I can't go here,
even if I've been accepted.

Ever since I went into space,

the whole concept of borders stopped
making any sense to me whatsoever.

What are you gonna do now?

My only hope is to get
an Extraordinary Abilities visa

so I could stay
and afford tuition as an in-state student.

I see.

Is there any way you can still make
those calls you promised for my project?

The only way I can get that visa is
if NASA sponsors me and the R&D.

It's one thing for you to apologize,
which I appreciate,

but how can I trust
you're not gonna let me down again?

Just give me another chance, sir.

It's my reputation on the line.

I understand.

Thank you for your time.

ONE MONTH LATER

My little bird is leaving the nest.

Promise me
you'll take good care of yourself?

Don't worry, Mom.
I'll figure something out.

I'm gonna miss you.

-Love you.
-Me too.

Tell the old man I miss him.

Of course, bro.

You killed those graphics.
Thanks for helping me out.

All good.

Listen. Give this to Mafe for me, please?

Sure thing.

-I love you.
-I love you.

Hi, Carlos. This is Dr. Onitsuka.

I'm calling because
I actually passed on your idea

to a colleague at the Heliophysics Lab.

He's intrigued. He wants to know
if you'd like to come into my office

and meet with him next Tuesday.

Is that good with you?
Let me know. Thanks.

Man!

Nervous?

It's okay. They've already gone over
the dossier, so just keep it concise.

Be sure to wrap things up
with the project's practical applications.

All right.
You're gonna be great. Let's go.

The probe right in front of you
is designed to confirm my hypothesis

that man-made VLFs are creating
a protective bubble

that is expanding around our planet.

I've uploaded
a data system simulation into the probe

to show how our software will interpret
the data of the alleged expansion.

Let me demonstrate.

Can you run
the altitude control simultaneously?

It will be sluggish.

I'm working on updating the processor,
but I'll give it a try.

I can see how you were impressed, Mike.

But I was under the impression

that this project wasn't
in such a precarious stage.

Carlos, give us a couple of minutes?

-I can reboot it and run it again, sir.
-Thank you very much, young man.

So they passed on your project.

They had a tight window.

We could try again next year.

No, I can't!

Carlos, don't do anything rash. Carlos--

With all due respect, sir, I don't think
you're seeing the big picture here.

There's so many applications
for the data we can generate with this.

It could protect
your instruments up there.

It could also revolutionize
telecommunications, the energy sector

and private aerospace transportation
in just a few years.

I know the probe still needs work,

but an experiment like this
has never been thought of before.

Wouldn't you wanna know
if the bubble exists?

Few people get to answer
an enigma like this, sir.

And we can be the ones to do exactly that.

I need your backing
so that I can stay in the States

and set up this project
here at the Aerospace Institute.

Is there any way we could please
figure out a work-study situation

in where I could
keep developing the probe?

I can work closely with Dr. Onitsuka.

What do you say, Mike?

We're coming up, sweetie!

-Do you need help?
-No, it's okay.

Okay, watch your step.

-Careful not to scratch it.
-Scratch what?

-And watch my stairs!
-Turn it. There you go.

That's it. Careful, Teo.

That's good. Turn it right there.

Good, good.

Here, here.

Down.

That's it.

-Here, sweetie.
-Thanks, Mom.

We should send Carly
some pictures of the apartment.

Yes. Good idea, honey.

The Lanceros Academy demands
that all of its members

must be in perfect physical
and psychological conditions.

Only those who withstand
the elite training will be accepted.

Only a select few-- Listen carefully.

Only a select few will earn the privilege

of becoming an honorable Lancero
of the National Army of Colombia.

If any of you believe
that you have these virtues

and the valor to gain
an invaluable education in leadership,

please raise your hand.

Congratulations, young man.

Any others?

All right. Fresh out of the oven.
One calibrated spectrophotometer.

It looks amazing.

-Let me know when you're ready.
-Yes, sir.

Okay! Power it up, Mike! I'm ready!

Okay. Initializing installation. Go!