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Previously on
Party of Five...

Man: Please welcome
the organizer of this event,

Lucia Acosta.

It's not the biggest fight.

It's not the ultimate fight.

But it's tonight's fight.

[applause]

And now, please welcome

The Natural Disasters.

Whoo-hoo!

[rock music playing]

[music stops]

Didn't feel right.

-What didn't?
-The place, th-the song.

Look, you're about to be
very, very mad at me,

but in my defense...

You called my dad!

Amanda and I
dance together.

Do you mind getting
a picture of us.

Okay. Smile.

You too, Amanda.

Does being an Amanda
feel safer

than being
a Valentina?

[hip-hop music playing]

♪ Drop it ♪

♪♪♪

Man: Ohh!

Ohh, yeah!

-Amanda! Way to go!
-Girl: Go, Amanda.

Way to bring it home.

All: Go, Amanda!

[clapping rhythmically]

Go, Amanda!

Go, Amanda!

When we get home,
you can tell Natalia

I'm not speaking to her.

I won't be able
to tell her myself because

I am not speaking
to her.

You can't blame
Natalia, Val.

She was worried
about you.

I'm worried about you.

Well, you can stop worrying.

-I'm fine!
-No.

No, you're not fine, Val,
not if you're too afraid

to tell people
your own name.

That was something I did
on the first day, okay?

I walked in,
I signed up,

I looked around,
and I didn't see

anyone else
who looked like me.

And I just thought,
what if I used a name

that didn't make me
stick out?

Because the fact that
I don't have parents

makes me stick out enough.

Val, you do have parents.

Not like those girls do.

Mami and Papi
are never gonna show up

to see me dance.

And when you have
the name Amanda Davis,

no one thinks
maybe the reason

your parents aren't there
is because

they got thrown
out of the country.

Are we driving or what?

[engine starts]

[knocking on door]

Uh, one oat milk latte
and, uh,

six thousand dollars
of liquid justice.

All the cash
we raised last night.

You didn't have
to bring this here,

but thank you.

And thank you.

Uh, I wanted to check in
about what happened last night.

Ha! It's definitely going
to be an evening to remember.

Isn't that stuff you see
all the time on the front lines?

Punches getting thrown?
People yelling insults
at each other?

I'm not talking about
what happened with your brother.

I'm talking about you.

That speech
of yours... Ah!

Oh. Uh, well, there was
a lot there to inspire me--

No.

Just sit with that
for a second.

You really came
into your own, Lucia.

And you're going to learn
how to take a compliment
before I'm done with you.

Uh, so what's next?
Another event?

No.

After every fundraiser,

we have a follow-up dinner

to discuss distribution
of funds.

Have you ever planned
a meal for activists?

Vegan. Gluten free.
Paleo...

And you're
a vegetarian.

Yeah, but that's mostly
because of climate change.

Twist my arm and I'll eat
a Double Double.

[laughs]

Uh... well, if there's
any way I can help, uh...

Maybe you don't
know this about me--

really, why would you,

but I love to cook.

Huh?

-Hey.
-Good morning.

So, what happened
after my dad hauled me off?

Did Emilio get in trouble
with the cops?

No, it was okay
in the end.

Look, I was just--

I was up
all night worried

that I'd screwed
everything up

for you
and your family.

Well, if you were
so worried,

why didn't you
text me back last night?

Because my dad
took my phone away

along with everything else:

you know, my car,
my freedom.

I had to climb out a window
to get here.

[sighs]

Sometimes it's...

it's hard to know
where I stand with you.

You can blow
hot and cold.

Mad last night,
sorry this morning.

Keeps you on
your toes, though, yes?

[sighs]

It's one way I'm different
than my dad.

You know, he decides how
he feels about a person

and then there's absolutely
no changing his mind.

That guy is never
gonna like me.

We ruined the first night
of his new life, remember?

He's never gonna forgive
either of us for that.

What about your mom?

Do you ever think
about living with her?

Sure. Yeah.
I just-- I, um...

[sniffles]

It's complicated.

She's not very good
at taking care
of other people.

Well, do you
even need that?

I don't know.

I'm 16. Aren't I
supposed to need it?

Well, nobody's
taking care of me...

and I seem to be doing
pretty well.

Emilio: I must admit,
uh, it's a little weird
having you here.

Well, you haven't been
over to my house

in a long time either, so...

we're even.

So, uh, do I just insist
that she be honest with them?

No matter what
it costs her?

[slurps]

Well?

Is it really that you
don't know what to say
to her, Emilio?

Or are you asking me
to do it for you?

Look, I'm just
her brother.

Right? I think it'd mean more
coming from a priest.

But you've laid down
the law in the past.

So why are you having
trouble now, do you think?

[sighs]

I'm wondering if you feel
like you lack

the moral authority
to make your case.

What do you mean?

Some of my parishioners were
at the fundraiser last night.

I heard how you walked
off the stage--

Jesus!

Oh, I'm sorry. Sorry.

[sighs]
Look, Padre,

I don't know
what you heard,

but it was just
the wrong song.

That's all.

And what would've been
a better song?

I don't know.
Something that's not
about what your hair

looks like after sex.

Sorry.

Shit! Oh, sorry!

[sighs]

Let me ask you, Emilio.

Do you have those other kinds
of songs in your repertoire?

Or would you say they're all
a variation on the, uh,

hair and sex theme?

So what if they are?

No. No, no,
I mean it, Padre.

What's wrong with that?

Your sister does not yet
have those, uh...

alarm bells that go off
when who she shows
herself to be

doesn't match
who she truly is.

But you have them,
Emilio.

You might not want
to listen,

but they're sounding.

-[sighs]
-Is Val upstairs?

I'll go have
a word with her.

Teresa: Ooh!

Didn't your mother
teach you how to cook?

Nope. Never wanted me
to learn.

She'd come home
after working

12-hour days
at a candy factory

and make me
sit on a stool

and read to her
from my school books

while she cooked
my dinner.

She wanted me to have a life
where I used my mind,

not my hands.

Hmm.

My mother thought
it was something

every girl should know.

Yeah, well,
joke's on me though

'cause now I live alone
and I can't feed myself.

I don't know
what I'm gonna do
when I have kids.

So, you're planning
on having kids?

Um...

I mean, yeah.

Eventually.

You?

Maybe that's not something
you know just quite yet.

Oh, I-I know.

I, I definitely know.

Kids. Yes. Absolutely.
Gotta have 'em.

Do you worry about
being able to raise a family

and focus
on your career?

God! I hate that question.

Me, too.
It's the worst.

[door opens]

Hey.

Oh.

What's this?

Teresa: Lucia offered
to cook for us all.

Allison: Oh, fantastic!

So we don't have
to have Poison Control

-on hold all night?
-[chuckles]

Hola, querida.

So, I'm just gonna put
my stuff down in the bedroom,

and then are you gonna make
a liquor store run or should I?

[conversation fades]

Ella: Mom.

Suffocating here.
Really.

Are you absolutely certain?
Do you really mean it?

She really means it,
Mrs. Barnett.

Nothing could make me happier.

I mean,
mi casa es su casa.

I didn't say that
because you're...

Oh God. Words just fly
out of my mouth sometimes.

Please, Beto,
forgive me.

-It's okay.
-Ella: This was Beto's idea.

I am so grateful
to have you as an ally, Beto.

The only advocates in my life
charge me $700 an hour.

Speaking of which,
I should call my lawyer.

But I thought custody
was fifty-fifty.

Margaux: Ugh. It is,

but nothing riles Jim up

like a person willing
to take him on.

Well, you know, right?

He doesn't like anyone
who's an Alpha.

I, I wouldn't say
I'm an Alpha.

Well, you went to his office
to meet with him.

Sounds pretty Alpha
to me. Oh!

Hi, Jennifer Randle,
please. Thanks.

Wait, you went to see
my dad? At his office?

I thought if I could get
on his good side somehow...

So, you two
talked about me?

-Behind my back?
-I was trying to make
things easier.

We talked about this
this morning.

Why didn't you
tell me then?

-Because--
-Margaux: Oh, again,

words fly out.

I, I didn't mean
to start a fight.

-Beto: No--
-No, we're not,

we're not fighting, Mom.

-[sighs]
-Ella: It's, um...

-It's fine.
-Beto: Mm-hmm.

Ella: It's in the past.

You are staying
the night, young man.

And not in that sad twin
in Ella's room.

I'm gonna give
you two my bed.

Oh, uh, that's really
not necessary, Mrs. Barnett.

Oh, Margaux, please.

And I insist.

Hello, Jennifer...

Well, that was $125 worth
of Celine Dion.

Well, she loves you,
that's for sure.

Kindly explain
your selection process.

She is clueless
about wine.

Teresa:
I decided I could buy

three bottles of $10 wine

or 10 bottles of $3 wine.

Bet you anything this stuff
tastes like salad dressing.

Teresa:
Can you set the table?
I'll be out in 10.

Shall we see?

Uh, no, thanks.

So, is everyone who's coming
at the fundraiser last night?

There'll probably be
some new plus ones.

Everyone in this group
has pretty much slept
with everyone, so...

Although... wait,

have I...

No. None of my exes
are coming tonight.

Well, except Sully.

So, you and she
aren'ttogether?

-Or you are?
-Exactly.

Now this is surprisingly
not terrible.

Here. You gotta try it.

Finish it.

I'll pour a new glass.

So, do you have
one of those

are-we-or-aren't-we,
depends-on-the-day

kind of relationships?

Ah. Well, I mean,
who doesn't?

Hmm. So you get it.

I mean, we're not poly,
but we're definitely not mono.

Pretty much just
is what it is.

Ultimately, I believe
in not limiting your options.

I mean, I show up
with my suitcase,

sometimes I stay
long enough to unpack it,

sometimes I don't.

But at the end
of the day,

Sully and I both know
I'll eventually

be unpacking it
someplace else.

To freedom.

Freedom.

[gulps]

[doorbell chimes]

You ever plan
on calling me back?

It's just gonna
get ugly, dude.

I figure if we don't say
what we're thinking,

maybe in...

a few months or years,

we'll be able to sit down
and have a few beers.

Actually, uh...

you knew
what I was thinking.

Long before I did.

I thought it was just
that one song,

but it's all
the songs, man.

And the truth is,
I don't think I can sing songs

about a life
I'm not living anymore.

[sighs]

I-I--

I guess it's time
for me to move on.

And you should, too, man.

Seriously, dude.
Go make some new music.

It's hard enough watching
you guys do this without me,

do you really have to do it
using the stuff I wrote?

We've got a session
on Monday, man.

The studio is booked.

We're not gonna pull the plug
and take six months

to write new material
and hope,

just hope that it's
good enough to land us

back where we are
right now.

We need those songs.

Come on, man. Please.

You at least going
to include me
in the liner notes?

We'll dedicate
the whole album to you, man.

[laughs]

-Thanks, bro.
-Mm-hmm.

[door closes]

Anyone home?

Who wants dinner?

Ai.

So...

after you made
Padre Jimenez lecture me,

I called Kelly.

Guess what she said?

Guess.

-Uh...
-She called me a liar!

And said that impersonating
someone on Instagram

is a felony
and I could be arrested!

That's not true, Val.

You didn't impersonate anyone.

You made a fake name,
like half the people
on the internet.

Not the half
that's blocked me
from their DMs.

Kelly told the whole
entire troupe,

and they deleted me
from the chat.

Well, give them some time.
They'll come around.

If you want, I'll go down there
with you and talk to them.

Hmm?

Stay away from me.

You act like you understand,
but you don't understand.

No one understands.

Not Natalia who...
ratted me out.

Or Lucia
who doesn't listen.

Or even Beto,
'cause he's never around.

Only Mami understands...

but you don't let me
talk to her either.

You take everything away!

Everything!

Val--

[door slams]

-[toilet flushes]
-[knocking on door]

Teresa: Lucia.

We're just sitting down
for your dinner.

Can you join us?

Uh... in a minute.

Teresa: It's been a while.
I just wanted to check on you.

-Open up.
-[sighs]

Oh my God.

What was she thinking?

[tap running]

Take a sip.

Lucia.

Honestly, I cannot believe
Allison gave you all that wine.

It felt right
in the moment.

Isn't that how she makes
her decisions:

whatever feels right?

W-what do you mean?

I mean...

isn't that how
she's with you?

What did she tell you?

Just that you two
are on and off and...

she's the one
who comes and goes.

Which doesn't seem like
something you'd want.

Not if you want a family.

Uh, okay, well,
that's personal.

-Allison shouldn't have--
-You're so, like...

committed.

To everything.

Causes. People.

When you're with someone,
you're with them.

Like how you are
when you're with me.

Why would you want
to be with someone

who only wants to be
with you some of the time?

Listen to me... Lucia.

You're not in any shape
for a dinner party.

I think you should go
and lie down in the guest room.

You can sleep
in there tonight,

and we'll talk about this
in the morning.

Okay?

I'm sorry.

[door closes]

[sighs]

Emilio:
Is it a 12-year-old
girl thing?

Because Micah and I
just had a falling out

and 24 hours later,
we're good.

It's an every girl thing.

We hold grudges
to the death.

-No exceptions.
-[chuckles]

-Yeah.
-Are you gonna try

to write some new songs
for yourself?

What about? Invoices?

What rhymes
with diaper rash?

Mustache.

Eyelash.

Take out the trash.

Poet, remember?

Maybe we could...

I don't know...
collaborate.

I could help with the words
if you wrote the music.

You wanna be
a songwriter?

Aren't lyrics
a type of poetry?

You said that.

Yeah.

You'd be slumming it,
working with me.

I mean,
your stuff is so...

-So what?
-It's beautiful.

And the things you
write about, they're so...

big and important.

Doesn't that make them
worth singing about?

We don't have
the same frame of reference.

I mean, the things you write
about are so specific
to your people.

To your life.
To your culture.

Um... don't we have
the same culture?

Aren't my people
your people?

Technically.

Look...

my parents brought me
to this country

to be an American.

I mean, they wanted me
to fit in.

It mattered to them
that I spoke English

without an accent.

You know,
so I played football

and not soccer.

I listened to music
that wasn't anything like
my parents listened to.

And all my friends have...

they've been white.

My girlfriends too.

Suddenly, it's like
I'm betraying my people

by not being
Mexican enough,

not seeing myself
as part of a place

my parents actually
took me away from.

So, for me to sing
about the Mexican experience,

the immigrant experience...

it feels like a lie.

[sewing machine rattling]

Oh. Did I wake you?

No, I, I just didn't know
what that noise was.

So...

Being up late
like this, it's...

the best thing about
having my own place.

Um, Jim

operated on a more
of a traditional clock.

[sewing machine rattling]

W-what are you making?

Oh...

Curtains for
the guest room.

This is my third attempt.

Jim, he thinks
that I can't finish

anything that I start.

But I just... I want
to get it right, you know.

I just want to get
something right.

You're the same.

Am I?

You hang in there.
I can tell.

You wanna work
through problems.

I'm so grateful
she has you.

She seems
so much better.

Better than...

When she was
in the hospital.

Oh. Right.

It was awful.

I can't tell you,
I mean, for her, too, but--

Did she tell you
about her roommate?

The one who pulled out
all of her eyebrows?

Yes.

It was terrible.

Of course, we wanted her
to have a private room,

but they wouldn't allow it.

They said that
it was safer

if there was
someone else there.

We thought that
we were gonna lose her.

It was awful.

I think that
she's turned a corner.

Thanks to you.

[sewing machine rattling]

[knocking on door]

Emilio: Hey, Val.

Good morning

I made pancakes.

Look, I know
you're angry.

It's okay that
you're mad at me.

It really is.

Hey.

Look, just let me know
you're okay,

or I'm coming in.

♪♪♪

Hey.

Come back to bed.

You were in
a psychiatric hospital.

Wait, what?

I woke up last night
and your mom was up sewing,

-and she said that--
-She's up at night again?

Shit.

Ella, what happened?

Nothing.

Nothing happened, Beto.

Well, did something
almost happen?

'Cause she made it
sound like--

I'm sure she did.

I'm sure she made it sound
as dramatic as possible.

Did she tell you
they had me in restraints?

You were in restraints?

No!

Of course not.

But I've heard her tell
the story where I was.

Well, what is the story?

And why haven't you
told it to me?

Because you're gonna jump
to conclusions about me

that aren't true.

-And then you're gonna--
-Ella...

did you try
to kill yourself?

No.

Well, did you do something
that would have led people

to think
you wanted to die?

Look...

it was two years ago.

They were in the middle
of splitting up

and having screaming matches

day and night,
right in front of me.

And the thing is,
I don't know a 14-year-old
in the world

who could see their parents
yell at each other like that

and not want
to do something.

Did you take something?

You're already looking
at me differently.

-I can feel it.
-No.

I'm just trying
to understand.

-[cell phone buzzing]
-Wait...

Wait, something is...

[buzzing continues]

Why would Emilio be
you calling this early?

Hey.

-Beto: Emilio!
-A bunch of clothes

are missing from her drawer,

and I think she took
her backpack.

When's the last time
you saw her?

I knocked on her door
last night,

but she wasn't
answering me.

Are you sure
she was in there?

Yeah. Yeah, it was locked,
so yeah.

And later?
When you got home?

I didn't come home.

You didn't?
Where were you?

-Where were you?
-Emilio: Look, okay,

so it's been at least 10 hours
since anyone's seen her.

We need to call
the police.

We can't do that.
They'll call the social worker.

So what? Val's missing.

The more people trying
to find her, the better.

No, no. If the
social worker thinks

I'm not taking care of her,
that she ran away--

Worry about that
after we find her

and know she's safe!

Ella: I doubt she ran away.

She's probably
at a friend's place.

She's trying
to make you worry.

No. No, she wouldn't
do that.

Well, if she's trying to punish
you guys, she might.

-What?
-Emilio: No, she has a point.

I mean, she was
pretty pissed at me.

For what?
What did you do to her?

What does it matter, Lucia?
She's gone.

Okay, maybe she's
at a friend's house?

Who are even her friends
from school these days?

Uh, there was Cassidy,
right? Cassidy.

And wasn't there a Brittany?

But she doesn't
mention them anymore.

I don't think she's hung
with any of them

since Mami and Papi--

Oh, I know she likes, um,

the girls from
her dance troupe.

No. Trust me, she's isn't
with any of them.

Maybe we should
just call Mami.

That's who Val calls
when she's upset.

Maybe it'd help to know

when the last time
they were in touch was.

Okay, try her,
but you can't let her
know Val's missing.

You think
I'm an idiot?

Gloria: [on screen]
What is it,mi amor?

Just calling to see
how it's going down there.

Uh... can I call you
a little bit later?

There's been an accident.

Remember I told you
about the woman

that lives above us?

Jacinta?

She, she cut herself cooking

and, and she's here,

and it's very deep.

Oh. Well,
that sounds, um...

you go deal with that.

Just have you spoken
to Val at all?

Like, last night
or this morning?

No. Why?

She just said
she was gonna call you.

Tell her this afternoon
would be a better time, okay.

-I have to go,mi amor.
-Wait--

Emilio got a call.

Where is it?

It's always here.
Isn't this where Mami kept it?

Why do we even need it?
Shouldn't we just go get her?

No, the guy said we need
two forms of ID.

That's the only way
they'll release her to us.

-Luce, anything?
-Lucia: Still looking.

It's not anywhere downstairs.

Wait, the officer
didn't let you talk to her?

No, she wouldn't talk to me.

Look, we'll deal
with that later, okay.

She's fine. She's safe.

The guy said they've got
someone waiting with her

in the facility
down there, so...

It was under her bed.

She took hers
with her.

Beto: Well, sure,

she needed it
to cross the border.

Get the baby
and let's go.

♪♪♪

Who lets a 12-year-old buy
a bus ticket on her own?

She must have gotten someone
to help her out.

She's become
a really good liar lately.

You said her friends
were vicious

when she mentioned
the name thing?

One of them threatened
to call the police.

Beto: Probably scared
the hell out of her.

So she ran to the one place
she knew was safe...

Mami and Papi.

I really don't think
it was about her needing
to feel safe.

It's a very scary trip
for a little girl

who doesn't feel safe
to make all by herself.

Well, what is it, then?

You think she's doing this
for attention?

Lucia:
Oh, come on.

She is so not.

Okay, maybe not in
a show-offy kind of way.

But in a I'm-sad.
I-don't-know
what-else-to-do kind of way.

Something's broken and she
doesn't know how to fix it,

so she tried this.

Emilio: Hey,

our family is
not broken, okay?

It's in pieces.

Two very distinct pieces.

And if she can be
the thing that those
pieces have in common,

you know, if she can connect
both halves of her life

by uniting everyone
in their worry--

-That's ridiculous.
-Of course it is.

It's irrational and immature

and totally magical thinking.

Only the thing is
is sometimes...

it works.

Okay, well,
that's not it.

Hmm?

Whatever you went through,
I'm sorry.

But that's you.

That isn't Val.
You don't know her.

-Hey.
-Ella: Well, I know her some.

Maybe you and Beto made
the situation worse for her.

You haven't been paying
enough attention,

ever since you and Ella--

You two share
a room,

you didn't even
come home last night.

-Is that on me, too?
-I also wasn't the one

who paid for her
to join that dance troupe,

where this
whole thing started.

Ella could've never known
that Val was gonna do that--

-This isn't helping anything.
-[Rafa crying]

You're gonna
scare the baby.

Knock it off.

♪♪♪

[cell phone rings]

[ringing continues]

Hey.

Teresa: [over phone]
Lucia. Are you okay?

You took off so early
this morning, I was worried.

I left messages.

Uh, look,
now's not a good time.

Who're you talking to?

I'm in the car with my family.
Can I call you later?

Teresa: Well, could you
maybe just... listen?

I let you
into my private life

in a way that

may have left you
a little confused...

about what's appropriate.

Do you have feelings
for me, Lucia?

I think you do.

And while
that's flattering...

I think you may have confused
my affection for you

for... something more.

Are you there?

I shouldn't have...

I wasn't...

I'm sorry about
the things I said. I...

Teresa:
Do not be sorry.

Okay?
Just understand

what kind of relationship
you and I are able to have.

I can be your friend.

I can teach you
what I know.

Give you advice.

I just need you
to know that...

things can never be romantic
between us.

That's not a line
we can ever cross.

-Teresa: Okay?
-[sniffles]

Lucia...

I need to know that
you've heard me.

I'm sorry. I...

I have to go.

[sniffles]

Could you mind
your own business, please?

-Beto: Every Sunday at least.
-Lucia: When? When?

When exactly
are we gonna do that

when you spend
your whole entire time
with this girl?

-I can easily--
-Look, look, hey, guys.

Hey, I'm just saying, okay.

We need
to figure out a plan.

Otherwise, we pick her up,
we bring her back home
and what?

What's going
to be different?

Maybe we take her
to a therapist?

Yeah. Yeah, we could.

But how much do you think
a good one costs?

Oh, how should I know?
I didn't pay the bills.

There's gotta be doctors
that specialize in this
kind of thing.

You think a lot of brown people
who can't afford lawyers

to help them
avoid deportation

are working through their
emotional issues in therapy?

Man, what's your problem?
Ever since that phone call--

I don't wanna
talk about it.

Maybe you need
a therapist.

Hey. Hey!
Enough, you two.

God. Look, we're about
30 miles away,

and we need to figure out
how to make her want
to get in this van

and come home

and it not seem like
some kind of punishment.

Otherwise, she's just gonna
want to go back to being,

if not Amanda Davis,

then some other girl
who isn't her.

Wait, she's using
the name Amanda Davis?

Where the hell have you been
for the past three hours?

Wait, that's the name?

Amanda Davis?

What is wrong
with you?

What is wrong
with him?

Val didn't pull that name
out of thin air.

That's the name
of the little girl

that Mami takes care of.

[sighs]

[announcement in Spanish]

Man [over P.A.]:
Please have
your documents ready...

♪♪♪

Uh, we're looking
for a Valentina Acosta.

Are you okay?

Lucia:
We were so worried.

[Rafa babbles]

Valentina:
Are you mad at me?

Don't be mad.

I understand now

why you took that name.

You don't want to be
some other girl.

You wanted to be
that girl,

the one that gets to spend
every day with the mother

you don't get
to be with.

I was... I just...

I need to see her.

To see them both.

[inhales deeply]

Look how brave
you were...

doing all this...

getting a bus ticket...

coming all this way...

So... what happens now?

You keep going.

Okay?

-I love you.
-I love you too.

[sniffles]

Ella: Where are you
meeting them?

Emilio made some reservation
at a motel halfway between.

We'll take a bus south,
and they'll take one north.

We can Skype.
I'm sure they'll have wi-fi.

What if I,
I call someone,

messenger my passport?

Then I can
come with you.

We can't wait that long.

I'm just scared.

You're gonna have
a few days away

and a lot of time
to think,

and the things you're
gonna be thinking about me

are bad things.

I don't know,
I-I can't tell

if it made it worse telling you
what actually happened.

Do you understand at all?

I don't know.

We can talk about it.

Val comes first right now.

Bey...

here's your passport.

Beto: Thanks.

I'll get Ella home safe.

-Ella, please, don't just walk--
-Let her go.

No. Back off, Luce.

You've never had anyone.

You don't know what
it's like to be in love.

I wish you
could come with us.

Me too.

I sent Rafa along with
the three of them so, uh...

there's no need for you
to come for a few days.

You're doing
the right thing.

Letting them go.

Sending them all together
to see your parents.

Ah, it's just...

It's funny.
If I were American,

I could go
with them to Mexico.

But because
I'm a Mexican, I...

they won't let me.

I have to stay here.

Maybe this is the kind of stuff
I should be writing songs about.

Maybe.

Hey, do you have
any poems on the subject?

Natalia:
Poems about the border?

Emilio: Mm-hmm.

Only about
a thousand of them.

-Can you read me one?
-Natalia: Yeah.

Hold on, I have it
on my phone.

Okay, this one's called
Dos y Dos.

En mis sueños me paro
en esa frontera

en la oscuridad,

sabiendo que un pedazo de mí

no puede cruzar.

Soy una persona
de dos lugares...

Una mitad de mi corazon

siempre de este lado...

La otra mitad

se va...

como te fuiste tú...

a casa.

Y estamos divididos

en el lugar
donde nos encontramos.

Una parte de mí,
aparte de mí,

la otra parte

esperando,

sola.

♪♪♪