All language subtitles for Party.Of.Five.S01E03.WEBRip.x264-ION10

-Previously on
Party of Five...
-(phone rings)

Javier:
It's the Pizzeria della Posta
across the street.

Let me check.

You know the drill! Move!

-Okay, please turn around, sir.
-Gloria: No, we have a baby.

-Don't take them!
-Gloria: We have a baby!
Please, no!

Val:
What do we do?

Beto:
It's Val.
She has nightmares.

She wants to talk so,
we talk.

And then she falls
back to sleep and I can't.

Vanessa:
At 16, you're doing the job
of a mother and a father.

I think you're incredible.

This is Matthew.
Matthew, Lucía.

Nice to meet you.

Do your parents
know where you are?

Let's just say
I'm on my own.

Emilio:
If you guy are worried
about your jobs, don't be.

I'll be here.
Running things, every day,
just like my father did.

Vanessa:
Look at you.
You're running a restaurant.

Taking care of four kids.

Who has time
for girls, right?

**

Woman: Hey, Beto.

(horn honks)

**

Louie:
Yo, Beto!

Hey, hey, Uncle Louie!

So, whaddya hear
from the folks?

Uh, they're good. Ya know.

They're adjusting.

They got email
down there?

I'll send 'em a note.

Let them know
I'm keeping an eye
on their brood.

Although you're
lookin' skinny.

I'm gonna have Tino
set aside another lasagna
for you and the kids.

Listen, whatever you
don't eat, you freeze.

-Thanks, man.
-Mm-hmm!

So this...

This is uh... wow!
This is yours?

Yeah. Ya like?

-Like? Are you for real?
I love it.
-Uh-uh!

In another week I'll be okay
with people's fingerprints,
just not yet.

Totally feel you.

Although, uh...

Could you do me a favor?

You see that car right there?

I got about four months
left on the lease.

You think you
could maybe, I dunno,

take it out once a week?

Make sure there's
air in the tires.

Seriously? I could use it?

Yo, Vin.

Make sure Beto here

gets the keys
to the convertible

whenever he wants 'em.

Pssh, jeez, I don't know
what to say!

Thank you so much, Louie.

Haven't had a lot
go my way lately so--

Okay!
Ya leanin'.

Just rather you
didn't lean.

(laughs)
My bad!

(salsa music plays)

Marco!

Table 16's still waiting
on appetizers.

The papadzul are
too many steps, man.

We don't got those down.

No, no, I took those off
the menu the other day.

Yeah, well, Javier said
the Rubalcabas

always ask for 'em,
so we left them on.

How did my dad know
they were coming in?

Yeah, well, I think
he made Oscar read him
the reservation book.

Hey Oscar, did my father...?

Wait, why are
you washing dishes?

Hey! It's us.
Trying you again.

We're all here
at the restaurant.

So now would be a good time
for you guys to call us back.

Uh, Lucía is right here
and she says hi!

Stop bugging them, Val.
They'll call when they can.

So, a car traveling
at 22.4 miles per hour

skids to a stop
in 2.55 seconds.

I can't wait
to hear from you...

Determine the
skidding distance...

Are you writing this down?

Beto! Hello?

Sorry, I'm just
texting my boys,

Jesse and Doug,
about the car.

Can you focus here
for like three secs?

Let me be excited!
It's my own ride!

Emilio!

Do you think
everything's okay?

Um, well. The dishwasher
hasn't shown up.

Val:
I mean with Mami and Papi .

I at least
talk to one of them

when I come home from school.

Hey, Beto, I got
your dinners coming out,

-I could use a hand.
-What happened to Alonzo?

-Oscar says he got picked up.
-Val: Picked up?

-By immigration?
-Mm-hmm.

Lucía:
So you're gonna
need a dishwasher?

Emilio:
Yeah, why?
You know someone?

Yeah, actually.
I think I might.

-Um, this kid Val and I met--
-It's seven o'clock.

Even if Mami had
a job interview today,
she'd be home by now.

Or she'd at least
answer her phone.
And Pa --

You know Papi's hours at
his restaurant are crazy, Val.

Yeah, not so crazy he hasn't
called everyone in my kitchen

and told them what to do.

It's not your kitchen, Emilio.

It's Papi's.

Clearly he'd agree.

-You're better.
-Better than who?

Oh, you mean,
seem better than before.

Yeah maybe. A little.

Um, anyways. I happen to
have a car at my disposal.

And I thought I could
save you from having
to take the bus home.

Oh, aren't you the sweetest.

But, I'm covered
tonight. Thanks.

Oh. Okay. Maybe next time.

'Cause did I mention,
I got my ride?

I'd love to take you home--
drive, drive you home!

Drive you home.
Not like, go home with you.

I wouldn't have
to come in, well...

If you invited me in,
of course--

-Food's here!
-Man: Two combos...

-Right.
-...taquitos.

-Thank you.
-Man: Y otro combo dos.

So wait, when you
say that you, you know,

are covered do you mean
you have plans or you,
like, have a ride?

Kinda both.

**

Could we maybe turn on
a light or something?

Yeah, I'd advise
against that.

It's sort of a mood killer.
Come here.

Mmm. Come on, come on.
How bad could it be?

Okay, in my defense,
I really prioritized

not having a roommate
over like,

livability. You know, so...

Emilio:
Wow. It's, uh...

-Hit the lights.
-Okay.

-Emilio: Mmm. Mmm.
-Vanessa: Hmm?

-I think I'm gonna--
-Already?

(sneezes)

Ah! (sniffles)

Sneeze.

What'd you think
I was gonna say?

Nothing...

(sneezes)

God. (sniffles)

Okay, something
definitely is happening here.

Yeah, you know I feel it.

-You do?
-Mm-hmm.

Is your throat
closing up too?
(clears throat)

You wouldn't happen
to have a cat, do you?

Oh...

Cookie. Cookie, get over here!

(cat meows)

Cookie?

-(phone rings)
-Cookie!

Ugh, God.

-Come here!
No, no, no. Cookie.
-Hey.

-Hey
-Beto: Hey, you on your way?

Nope. Nope.
Still at the restaurant.

-Beto: How much longer?
-Uh...

I don't know.
A few hours. Why?

Is there a problem?

Val wants to know the name
of the restaurant

that Papi works at.

Emilio: Why?

-'Cause she wants to call him.
-Emilio: Why?

-'Cause they haven't
checked in--
-In nine hours.

Emilio:
Well, I dunno. I dunno.

It's the golden something.

Beto:
Golden Arches?

No. Not the golden arches, Bey.
That's McDonald's.

Vanessa:
There we go. Gotcha!

Hi, cutie.

Look, just tell Val
it's too late

and she needs
to go to bed. Okay?

How 'bout I put
him in the bathroom

and I can run
a little vacuum

and then we can
get back to it?

We good?

Yeah.

Well?

He didn't know either.

Why do you look so weird?

Is there something
he's not telling us?

Hey.

It's late.
What are you doing up?

Vanessa?

Seriously?

Vanessa.

I can't believe you're
hooking up with her.

Yeah, well... believe it.

I'm going to bed.

You asshole!

Why am I an asshole?

Why, because I
hooked up with a girl?

A girl I saw first!

What are you, six?

-You don't get
to call dibs here.
-I hired her.

I interviewed a lot of people
and she's the one I picked.

Yeah. To work
at the restaurant.

-Not to be your girlfriend.
-Well, that was the subtext.

You know, last week
she told me I was incredible.

You're a kid. Alright?

-You'd be dreaming if--
-So what if I am?!

What's the harm
in letting me have that?

Something to look forward
to seeing every time I go
to that restaurant

instead of the giant hole
that Mami and Papi left.

And I'm not entitled
to the same thing?

You could have any girl!

You pretty much have
had every girl.

In the end, none of them
means anything to you.

This one's not gonna
be any different.

But she could have
meant something to me.

(footsteps running upstairs)

Val:
Admit it!

You're worried now too.

Eighteen hours.

(sighs)
I'm trying to think of
every perfectly reasonable

explanation why they
wouldn't have called us.

I mean, maybe they didn't pay
their phone bill in time.

Beto:
Hey you guys, check this.

There's an earthquake
in Mexico yesterday.

Oh my God, no!
A big one?!

-Was anyone hurt?
-No, doesn't say.

Just says the epicenter was in
San Luis Potosi which is about

a hundred miles north of them.
It hit at 9:43 a.m.

Hit? Hit sounds really bad.

Papi would have
already been on his way
to work by then, right?

Mami would have been
at a job interview
or en route to one.

What if her bus was
going over a bridge?

Or under an overpass?

-(phone rings)
-That's a Mexico number.

I don't recognize it.
It's neither of theirs.

It could be a hospital
or a neighbor

or somebody who found
their bodies in rubble.

-Answer it, Bey.
-Val: No, wait!

We say prayers first.

(ringing continues)

All of us!

-Hello?
-Put it on speaker.

-Gloria: Beto?
- Mami?

You're okay? Papi too?

Javier:
Right here.
We're fine, mijos.

What happened? We heard
there was an earthquake.

Gloria:
But not so big. It's just...

big enough to cause an outage,

eh, what do
they call it, Javi?

-Javier: The grid went down.
-Gloria: Mm-hmm.

Javier:
No phone service. No way
to charge our cells.

Gloria:
But a nice policeman
who live in our building

is letting us use
his special phone.

(Gloria speaking Spanish)

There's other people waiting
to talk to their families so...

We were so worried.

-I was the most worried.
-Gloria: I know, mi amor.

But we're fine. And we'll
talk to you as soon
as we can. Okay?

(dial tone)

(clears throat)

Hey.

Hey, Val.

It's good news.

I know, I just... need a minute.

Hey, you talk
to your parents?

Yeah, Bey got the sense that
they'd be back in touch

in a day or two
once the grid is up.

Javi's phone is workin'.

He called me on my way
over to tell me

what kind of ceviche to make

with last night's
leftover tilapia.

Hey man, what's
LMV Enterprises?

That's Louie. Uncle Louie.

-Down the street.
-We owe him money?

We owe him...

Holy shit!

Is this right?

-A lot of money.
-Our liquor license.

It's in his name.

How do you think your folks
manage to sell booze?

You gotta have papers.
So he did them a solid
way back when.

Yeah, but that was
16 years ago. Right?

Wh-What,
we're still paying him?

Well the deal was
30% of the bar.

In perpetuity?

-What's perpetuity?
-Meaning we pay
him forever?

Oh. Yeah. Perpetuity.

(locker bangs)

**

* Oh, yeah

* Yeah, yeah *

* Yeah, I was born
to be the greatest *

Thank you.

* Yeah, I was born
to be your favorite *

* Look Ma, I'm on
a billboard, I made it *

-(car horn beeps)
-* That's what I dream
every day so I say it *

* Yeah, I used to be...

Were you waiting for me?

-Me?
-Yeah.

Nah, I was actually
at the drugstore

picking up, you know...

ointment.

* 'Cause anything
is possible *

Oh. Whose car is this?

I told you. I got wheels.

On loan but, still.

Jump in, I'll give you a lift.

Okay!

* Try and take my crown

* But look at me now *

* Yeah, look at me now

* Yeah, go! *

(clears throat)

Lucía:
Matthew doesn't have
any experience

in the restaurant
industry per se.

But, he helps out
at the kitchen

at St. Florentina.

Dozens of people
every weekend.

You're available to work
nights and weekends?

He's available
all the time.

I'm sorry, who's
being interviewed here?

It's a minimum wage job.

You alright with that?

Yeah, that's fine.
That's good.

Great. And I'm assuming you
fulfill the other requirement.

Having a pulse.

(nervous laughter)

Great.

You're hired!

Just let me photocopy
your driver's license

and we'll get
the paperwork started.

I don't have
a driver's license.

Any kind of
I.D. is fine.

I-I-I don't have I.D.

* My life, my life,
my life, my life *

* I ain't got no worries
My vision isn't blurry *

(turns off radio)

Only exam I ever
got a perfect score on,

my driver's test.

I believe it.
You're very good.

You know actually, Emilio
dated his driving instructor.

-He was, uh, 16. She was 24.
-Mm-hmm.

Man.

He liked to say the woman
really taught him how to merge.

But, um, I guess you'd
probably know if that
was true or not, huh?

(quietly):
Yeah.

Is there something you'd
like to ask me, Beto?

Is there something you
want to tell me, Vanessa?

Your brother and I are...

spending some time
together.

We're just trying
to keep it quiet.

Yeah, so smart!
So smart!

See, you don't want people
weighing in their opinions.

Or, you know,
laying out the odds

when you guys are
gonna break up.

-Exactly. Mm-hmm.
-Exactly. Yeah.

Figured I'd oughta
let you know
to prepare yourself.

Not let you get in
too deep.

And you could always
pre-dump him.

Get out of the way
of the inevitable heartbreak.

-I'll take that
under advisement.
-Okay.

You know I hate to say it,
you're not even
his first Vanessa.

Or the second.
You're his third!

It was a very popular name
in the '90s.

No! No. It's--
it's not a problem.

Alonzo didn't have papers.

Lots of people who work here
don't have papers.

-Right, Emilio?
-Yeah. Right.

People who have worked here
longer than I have.

I mean, I'd be crazy to bring on
somebody who's undocumented
when I can find somebody who is.

-I get it, sir. Thank you
for taking the time--
-Eh, don't call him "sir."

You can't make an exception?
This is a friend of mine.

-It's okay, Lucía.
-It is not okay!

If I get in trouble for
looking the other way, it
could affect my DACA status.

Are you really
asking me to risk that?

Matthew, where
are you going?

Matthew! Wait!

Please!

Can you just stop?!

Why didn't you tell me?

I told you the stuff
that matters most.

That I left home.
That I'm on my own.

My list of problems goes:

Where am I gonna sleep?

Where's my next meal
coming from?

Are my parents
gonna come after me?

And then all the way down
at the bottom,

what does the government
say about my citizenship status?

Okay, well, maybe that's
something we can fix.

-Pfft...
-Hey!

I'm trying to help you.

Can't you see that?

Or maybe you've never had
anyone on your side before?

Is that it?

-Just sign here at the bottom?
-Emilio: Mm-hmm.

You got a pen? (laughs)

(chuckles)

When they send you
the official license
with your name on it,

I'm gonna throw you a dinner.

-That's not necessary.
-The hell it ain't!

This is a big deal.

Your dad'd be so glad
to see you step up like this.

He never thought you would.

-Yeah, well, you do what you
gotta do, right?
-Yeah...

You know, it meant a lot to me
to be able to help out this way.

I always thought
it was terrible

how this country
treated people like him.

So if we could just
clear out my share
of the bar this quarter?

Why don't we just
call ourselves even?

(chuckles)

Oh... don't do that.

You're gonna
renegotiate with me

after 16 years
of our two families--

Don't give me "two families"
bullshit, Uncle Louie.

You took advantage
of us the entire time.

Because my father
had no choice

but to say yes
and thank you.

And keep it to himself.

That's not how
your father saw it.

-He knew we were friends.
-Yeah... friends.

My father apparently thought
everyone was his friend.

Friends don't charge 30%
of a bar receipt for 16 years!

Listen...

I risked my own neck
to help your dad
build the business.

That's worth something. Right?

Now you wanna put a stop
to the arrangement,
I got no problem.

But I do got a problem
with you reneging on
what I'm owed to date.

-Really?
-Really.

Well, what are you
gonna do, Louie?

Sue me?

For not paying the money
you're owed for illegally

fronting a liquor license?

Yep. Now you know
how my father felt.

Look, consider
yourself lucky.

They're not processing
new applications.

But since your parents
got you DACA status
when you first came here,

-all you need to do is--
-I'm not giving them
my information.

It doesn't feel safe.

Matt. Come on, please.

That's what they do.

They prepare DACA renewals
all the time.

They're on your side.
They're here to help.

How do you know?

How do you know there
isn't some ICE officers
waiting inside?

Disguised as someone?

Like, waiting for someone
like me to come out
of the woodwork.

To reveal himself.

How do you know
there isn't someone
out here right now?

If I were them,
this is where I would be.

-I have to-- we have to go.
-Matt, Matt!

Excuse me? Sorry,
I just...

Um, I don't know
how much change I have...

Woman:
Keep your money!

I have something for him.

(baby coos)

Val:
It could have just
been a foreshock.

Gloria:
Now, don't you go getting
all jumpy like your brother.

The garbage truck
rumbles by and

Beto runs to stand
in the doorway.

(laughs)
You know not to
do that, right?

Now they say that you're
supposed to go under a desk

-or a table
-(knocking) Val?

You've been gone
25 minutes.

How's your stomach ache?

-You, know. Worse.
-Open the door, Val.

I actually looked up
my symptoms online

and it turns out
that I have 1 of 28
life-threatening diseases.

So...

Please. Don't take it.

I promise, I won't
use it during school.

And here's how
I know you won't.

**

Lucía:
How is this a better answer?

It's breaking the law.

It's solving a problem
without risking being exposed.

I get this,
I don't have to hide.

I can get a job. A phone.
Maybe a place to live.

-It opens every door for me.
-So could a DACA renewal.

Until the law changes!

It's all the money you have.

-She's doing me a favor--
-But she's ripping you off!

Both maybe.

She has something I want.

That's worth a lot of money.

And maybe the only thing
in her life she has to sell.

It can change all
three of our lives.

It'll be years before
that little baby needs
a social security number.

I need one now.

Hey, you mind if Lupita
gets off early?

She didn't ask, but you know
she's due next month and
we're kinda slow so...

You okay?

Oscar told me
about Louie.

I don't understand.

We used to go to this
guy's house for Easter.

He hooked me up
with a stretch limo
for prom night.

Always figured if
we got arrested,

Uncle Louie would be
the first phone call.

Well...

You can always
call me.

Hmm. Right.

You fixed for bail money?

-You can call me for support.
-Mm-hmm.

Moral support.
Unless of course
you did something...

Horribly immoral.

-Immoral, huh?
-Mm-hmm...

Like what?

**

(video game fighting)

-(creaking)
-Go to bed!

(floor creaks)

I'm serious, Val. We have
to be up in a couple hours.

(video game continues)

Hey.

Um, we couldn't...

I have this, uh, cat.

At my place, and your brother,
he's--

Yeah. He's highly allergic.

To, you know,
cats, strawberries...

commitment.

Um, so, Val?

She's still keeping you
up at night?

That's still a thing?

I got it covered.

Thanks.

You might wanna...

(video game continues)

(door opens)

(door closes)

Gimme one good reason
why you can't hire him

now that he has
a social security number.

That he bought
off a baby.

Whoa. Wait, wait, wait.

A baby sold your friend
his social security number?

How's that even possible?

Look. I did research.

An employer has no obligation
to become an expert

in authenticating documents.

That's the truth!

All you need is
plausible deniability

that you believe
his papers are legit.

Even if he gets caught,
there's no legal risk to you.

How do you even
pay a baby?

I don't think I can
go to school today.

I have a really
bad stomach ache.

Oh. Then so much
for your lunch.

-Also, I think
I have a fever.
-Come here.

Emilio:
I mean, why do you even care
about this kid so much anyway?

You met him, what,
a week ago?

Now all of a sudden
he's your pet project?

Nope. You feel fine.

Lucía:
I wanna do for him
what people did for Papi .

Give him a leg up.

Well not everyone
was so good to Papi .

Well, isn't that a reason
to be better?

I mean, isn't it, Emilio?

I guess I can
stay home with you.

You're on academic probation,
remember? I'll stay.

Um, never mind.

I don't want anyone
missing school on
account of me.

I've already
talked to Mami.

Is it okay if she
keeps me company today?

She said she wanted to.

Hmm.

Sidewalks get swept
every morning,
hosed down every night.

Uh, oh! Nothing goes
in the gutter.

Alright, whatever you sweep up,
you take around the corner
to the bin in the back.

Got it.

(dance music
playing on car radio)

* Yeah, yeah, yeah... *

(turns off radio)

(girls laughing)

(car alarm chirps)

(giggling)

Yeah, I'll meet you inside.

Don't walk away from me.

I'm telling you, Bey,
you can't drive it.

The hell I can't!

I didn't even ask.
He volunteered it.

He milked our family
for 16 years!

- Papi signed the checks.
-He didn't know any better.

Maybe he knew exactly
what he was doing.

And that's what
it was worth to him.

Why do you assume
the worst about people?

That nobody
can be on our side.

Not everyone's
out to screw us.

Not the guy that's trying
to make my sucky life

slightly better by
letting me drive his car.

That's exactly what
he wants you to think.

Are you really that paranoid?!

Our parents were deported, Bey!

Alright, so I'm allowed
to see the world as, yeah,

full of people who
are not on our side.

No, that's you!

You can think
however you want.

See enemies lurking
around every corner.

But I don't need your permission
to keep using that car.

And you can't,
like, forbid me.

You're not my father.

**

(upbeat music, chatter)

It was really nice of you
to get him a job.

You sound surprised.

I'm a nice person!

(phone rings)

Hello?

Yeah. Louie...

If you're wantin' Emilio,
I don't think he's too keen.

Got it.

Take-out order
from across the street.

Take-out order from
Pizzeria della Posta.

Got it? Take-out order
from Pizzeria della Posta.

Take care of the customers.
I'll get everyone out. Go!

You too, Luce.
Vamo, vamo !

(excited chatter)

What's going on?

Ah, ICE is down the block.

We got a tip.

Hey--

You have your papers.
Go back to work.

Matthew.
Go back to work.

Deep breaths, okay?

Hey, hey!
It's gonna be okay, Val.

Hey, listen to me.
Look at me.

It's gonna be okay.

-Val, I got it. Now look--
-No, please!

If no one's working,
they'll know the staff
went out the back.

Look, I promise
I'll be back. Okay?

-Just stay right there.
I promise.
-Don't. Don't!

I'm calling Mami then.

Hey, Val!

How about you be
my assistant, huh?

Help me pass out
the menus.

Come on.

**

(door opens)

Okay. Come on.

(door closes)

Get her out of here,
you two. Now!

Take her home.

Get the baby.

Hey, come on, Val,
pack up your stuff.

No. I'm not leaving
without Emilio.

Those officers
could still show up
and they can take him away.

Hey. Hey, I'm not going
anywhere. Okay?

Val.

Hey. Look at me.

I have status.

I'm safe.

You're safe.

We're all safe.

It was a false alarm.

There were never any
ICE agents coming.

-How do you know?
-How do I know?!

Oscar!

You sure it was Louie
who called, right?

Yeah. It was Louie.

That's how I know.

Emilio:
Papi, are you listening
to anything I'm saying?

Okay, what do you mean
that's not the man you know?

Haven't you heard
a word I've said?

Explain why Louie calling
to warn you of the authorities

is some kind of threat?

It's what we do
for each other.

He did it the night they came
for your mother and me.

If he wanted to hurt you,

he should have let those men
show up unannounced.

Yeah, well, maybe
he'll do that next, okay?

But tonight,
there were no agents.

Okay, I-I guarantee you
he made them up!

Maybe your paranoia
is covering up your guilt.

What guilt?!

Going back on a deal
he and I made years ago.

Papi . This man
was exploiting you!

I came to him for his help

with that license.
Not the other way around.

He did me a favor!

Thirty percent
of a bar tab for 16 years
is not a favor. Okay?

You just don't
want to see it.

Okay, because
to see it means that
he's been playing you

for a sucker all those years.

Javier: So, suddenly
you know everything?!

You're suddenly an expert
on my failings?!

I'm just trying to
protect the family.
That's all.

That is my job, Emilio!

Clearly not anymore!

Hey, stop it!

-Lay off him.
-Get out of here, Beto.

No. What are you doing?!

Tearing him down?

Don't you know it's already
hard enough as is?

Leave him with some dignity.

Javier:
Beto, Beto, Beto.
It's alright, mijo.

You're trying to steal
everything from everyone.

Javier:
Your brother doesn't know
what he doesn't know.

He thinks in one month

he can understand
the business I built

and see all my mistakes.

Well, you know what, Papi?
What slack have you cut me?

Really, what slack
have you cut me

calling the restaurant
three times a day?

Talking to everyone
behind my back.

I should let you
make mistakes?!

You made plenty.

You could have transferred
the license to me

the day I turned 21.

Javier:
Don't turn this
around on me.

Excuse me, with all
due respect...

Mr. Acosta, sir
you're not here
to see this, but

your son is doing
an excellent job.

- It's okay, Vanessa.
-Vanessa?

This is the hostess
you hired?

In our bedroom?

At 11 o'clock at night?

-Sorry, I didn't mean--
-No...

No. Don't be sorry.
Yeah, Papi . Yeah!

She's in my bedroom.
Not yours. Mine.

Javier:
She's sleeping there?

With my children
in the house?

Your mother and I
will not allow it.
Do you hear me?

**

(dog barking)

Can't sleep?

Emilio is tossing and turning.

Um...

Sorry about what
my dad said earlier.

It's not you
he doesn't want here.

It's any
girlfriend of Emilio's.

Don't take it personally.

Okay.

(sighs heavily)

And you?

Val's still in your bed?

I gotta work on that.

Start weening her off me.

Doesn't that make sense?

No?

I shouldn't?

I mean, I'm asking.

You told me you'd
help me make a plan.

(sighs)
It's all those phone calls
to your parents.

Okay, when she can't reach them,
her anxiety spikes.

And she crawls
into bed with you.

And then the next day,

you're exhausted.

And...

It's that much easier for you
to pawn her off to them again.

Wha-- I don't do that.

Okay maybe, sometimes.

You know, without meaning to,
when you send her off...

What you're telling
her is that,

that's where
she'll find her comfort.

And what she gets from
your parents, over the phone,

a country away...

It'll never be enough
to fully sustain her.

It's not you she needs
less of, Beto.

So, what?

Supposed to tell her
she can't call them so much?

I can't.

Maybe you don't
put it on Val.

**

I feel like no one really
eats sliced turkey.

Salami? That's good.

Oh yeah, if Bey and I
get stuff to make
sloppy joes, Mami ,

will you teach me
how to make 'em?

String cheese? How many
yogurts do you think?

Beto: Hey, Mami.
You have a minute?

I'm with your sister
on the other line.

Uh, could you maybe tell her
you'll call her back later?

Emilio:
Hey, Papi.

Listen, I...

I said some things last night,
and, I just...

I wanna apologize.

For everything.

You, Emilio, you expect me
to have made decisions like
an educated business man.

I spoke 10 words of English
when I came to the States.

I know. And, uh, whatever
mistakes you made

they were yours to make.

I mean, now it's...

Now it's my turn.

To make my own.

But you need to let me.

What does that mean?

You remember Val and that
dumb binky of hers?

How she couldn't even be
without it for a few seconds?

That she'd drop it somewhere
and she'd start to scream?

Oh yes. And those
endless searches for it.

Emilio:
Papi, you shouldn't know
the meat order to begin with.

Alright? Or-or be booking
the window washer.

Or changing the specials.

Or telling me who can
sleep in my bed.

Beto:
And you swore with Rafa...

that you'd teach him
not to need anything

so badly that if he lost it,
he'd be beside himself.

You talking about
the girl now?

Emilio:
Look, you can't expect me
to live in your house,

run your restaurant,
raise your children...

Leave me no room
to have anything.

Anyone.

Of my own.

Well, um...

Val's beside herself, Mami .

And,

she lost her parents
and she's beside herself.

And I need you to find a way
to make her need you less.

Val:
Is everything alright?
Your voice sounds funny.

Can we Skype?

Gloria:
No, mi amor. Let's
talk like this. Okay?

(Gloria crying)

Are you crying?

No, no. Everything is fine.

(sniffles)
It's fine when I'm talking
to you anyway. Hmm?

Mi amor, um...

I'm having a hard time
with something.

And I think you can help me.

You see...

I'm just living
for the times we speak.

And the times
in between, I'm--

I'm just waiting.

And it's very lonely.

You and Lucía
and Beto, Emilio,

you have each other
and those...

big, full life that you have.

And I'm so glad for that.
I'm so glad.

But Papi's and my life...

it's so much smaller.

And all our goodbyes...

so many times a day.

They take every inch of space.

Can you help me
with that, do you think?

Valentina?

Huh?

Can you help me so I'm not just
living to hear you and see you?

Maybe that will make me
strong enough

to be in the world
a little more.

Are we not gonna
talk anymore?

Gloria:
Oh no, no, no.

Of course we're gonna talk.

We're gonna talk all the time.

But just,

maybe not every time that
we think of each other.

Because if we do that...

that's all we have.

Are you crying, mi amor ?

No. I'm fine.

I'll be strong for you, Mami .

You are strong, baby.

And brave.

Oh, I love you so much.

So, so much.

You don't know
how much I love you!

Oh, but I do.

Beto:
Hey.

You know, I was,
thinking about what
Saturdays used to be like.

Sleeping in until noon.

Never. (scoffs)

Maybe a little hungover
from partying the night before.

Hmm. Not me.
I was probably studying.

Well, definitely.

Then a day full of nothing.

No plans, no worries.

No responsibilities.

Just an open road ahead.

Is this freezer or fridge?

Hey, Bey.

Uh, did you give
the car back yet?

Well, it's still in the lot.

Haven't told Louie that
I'm not gonna be able to use it.

I need to.

Pssh. Not a conversation
I'm looking forward to.

Maybe talk to him tomorrow?

**

* Oh 'cause I keep diggin'
myself down deeper *

* I won't stop 'til
I get where you are *

* I keep running
when both my feet hurt *

* I won't stop 'til
I get where you are *

* Oh, when you go *

* Down all your darkest roads *

* I would've followed
all the way *

* To the graveyard *

**