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- [singing in Italian]

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[singing continues]

[distant children playing]

- Oy, Ana, something happened to 'Ama.

- What happened?

- I don't know. Come and talk to her.

- Estela, I always have to do it.

You go.

- She wants you, not me.

Ana's here, 'Ama. - Buenos dias.

- Buenos dias, abuelito.

- [groans]

- Say something.

- Mama. - Who is it?

- It's Ana. - Ay, mija,come closer.

I'm really sick.

You'll have to make breakfast for the men.

- Breakfast?

Mama, can't Estela do that?

- Estela has a lot of work at the factory.

Ay, mija,I woke up in the middle of the night,

soaking wet.

It was like I was on fire. [groans]

- Okay, Mama, what's wrong? Is it your legs?

- Yes, si. - How about your back?

- Oy, si. - And your head?

- Head? - And how's your hearing?

- Que? - Today's my last day

of high school, mama. I'm not going to miss that.

- Oh, so your pain is gone? - I struggle with it,

just like I struggled to give you birth

and raise you, and take care of this family.

- Well, I didn't ask for you to give birth to me, okay?

- [scoffs]

- Estela, what is wrong with your sister?

[jazzy Latin music]

♪ ♪

- [singing in Italian]

- [singing in Spanish]

[bell dings]

♪ ♪

- Okay, seven years at MIT. - Four years at Stanford.

- Four years of teacher's college.

- Oh, um, I'll continue my education, too.

I'll--I'll backpack through Europe, and--

[bell rings]

[indistinct chatter]

- Ana, hang on a minute.

What's happening with the college applications?

- I'm not going to college.

- What do you mean you're not going to college?

You're a smart woman.

You have something to contribute to this world.

- Well, my family can't afford college.

- There are scholarships, grants, financial aid,

all that stuff we've been talking about all year.

- Um, Mr. Guzman, I'm really sorry to have to say this,

but you should probably spend your time

helping somebody else.

You know, I have to go, but...

you were the best. Thanks.

[bell rings]

- Thank you. Come back again, all right?

- I've been waiting for this day.

- Yeah, me too. - Here's your uniform.

Just give me my check, okay?

That's sick.

- I was keeping it warm for you until you got here.

[Latin music over radio]

You know, you can always just kiss my ass

to get your job back.

[jazzy Latin music]

♪ ♪

- What?

- All right.

- I'm coming.

- [indistinct]

- Okay.

- Felicidades,Anita.

- [soft laugh]

[upbeat guitar strumming]

[both singing in Spanish]

♪ ♪

- Ay, abuelito. - Pero muchos años.

- Why did you quit your job?

- Why do you know about this? - I just know.

- Okay, Mom, I quit my job. - Why?

- Because I didn't get along with the manager.

- So what?

- Ana, you're just going to have to get another job.

- I know, Papa, okay?

It's just something I had to do.

- Tomorrow, you come to work with us in the factory.

- What? - No way.

- Estela, we're very far behind.

- We're not behind. - Yes, we are.

If we don't help your sister, who else is going to?

- I don't know, and really, I don't care.

- Why do you have to say that? - Because it's true.

Estela stays up all night trying to finish those dresses.

- Papa, I can't afford any more help.

- [soft chuckle] That takes care of that.

If Estela cannot pay Ana, it doesn't really help us.

- She'll pay. - Fine, I'll pay her.

She can iron. - End of discussion, señor.

Who wants cake? - Yo quiero.

Y uno grande. - I'll take a small one.

- Mr. Guzman, what are you doing here?

- Are your parents here? - Yeah, but I told you,

you can't--

- Buenas tardes, señor, señora.

- I speak English. - Sorry.

Ana is an excellent student.

I'd like to see her continue her education

and go to college.

- Mr. Guzman, of course we want Ana to get educated.

We have already discussed that amongst our family.

But we need her to work now. She can go to college later.

- Señor Garcia, Ana is a very special young woman.

She got herself into Beverly Hills High School,

which is not easy to do, and now she can go even further.

There are all kinds of scholarships.

- I'm sorry, Mr. Guzman, but tomorrow morning,

she goes to the factory to sew,

with us.

- May I ask you, Mr. Garcia,

just to please think about college?

- I'll think about it. I'll talk to my wife.

Vamanos,Anita.

- I told you.

[helicopter whirrs]

- Carmencita...

- [sighs]

[door clicks open]

[light switch flicks]

[door shuts]

- [sighs]

My life is over.

- You're so dramatic, just like 'Ama.

- Excuse me, but I am nothing like Mom, okay?

- Whatever you say.

[rousing Latin music]

[horn honks]

♪ ♪

[engine turns over]

- [singing in Spanish]

♪ ♪

[power tools whirring] [hammer clacking]

- [groans]

[lock clanking]

- [exhales]

[distant siren wailing]

- [speaking Spanish]

Ay, dios mio.

[muttering in Spanish]

[metal gate sliding]

Ay, dios mio...

[soft laugh]

You'll never fit into that one.

It's a size seven.

- You know,

why do you always have to be like this?

- I only tell you for your own good.

Enormous.

- Don't! Stop it!

- They must weigh ten kilos each.

- Mom, what do you think you're doing?

- Ah, buenos dias, Normita. Buenos dias, Panchita.

- Doña Carmen, como esta usted?

- Muy bien, gracias. Buenos dias.

Ay, Normita, you must be in love, eh?

You look so fancy, I hardly recognized you.

- My fiancé bought me this dress.

- Just wait, that happened to me with my husband,

and then, he stopped buying me clothes.

- Maybe it was your fault.

- Why would it be my fault?

- Pos,look at you.

Maybe the material got too expensive.

And you are not going to make me cry.

- You go ahead and cry, Panchita.

I'm going to the bakery.

- Are you a new worker?

- Oh, this is my daughter, Ana.

- Are you going to be working here full-time?

- No. I'm just helping out my sister

until I find a better job.

- Oh, me too.

I'm just working here until I win the lottery.

- [laughs]

[both laugh]

- [exhales]

[sewing machine rattling]

- Mujeres,this is my daughter, Ana.

You know, the one I always complain about.

- [speaking Spanish]

- Ana, I can't believe you finally made it to the factory.

- Yeah, what took you so long?

- I had a meeting with a supplier,

but it's none of your business.

This is Doña Carlota.

This is an over-lock. which makes hems,

She's a pro.

- And this is Pancha and her machine.

- We already met.

- Don't touch anything that belongs to Pancha.

- She really gets upset. You'd think it was her baby.

That's not true. - It is true.

- This is another over-lock machine.

Norma does the work, and she's very fast.

- I'm Carlota's daughter, and these are my sisters,

Lupita, and Angelica.

- And this is Rosali, buscapleito.

- Buenos dias. - And this is 'Ama's station.

- These scissors are yours. Don't lose them.

Everything gets lost in this place.

- Come on, let me show you your job, come on.

- Ana, pay attention.

- 'Ama, are you doing your work?

- Si, mi general.

- Watch, we do high quality work here, okay?

That's why I get the orders.

- Estela, really, it's so hot in here.

Can't you get a fan? - We have a fan.

- Ah, you know that the fan blows dust on the dresses.

Always, always use the steam, okay?

- Okay. - And please

don't burn the cloth. - Okay, okay.

- Okay, it's real easy work. Just keep doing that.

And always, here, check the level of the water

and let me know when it gets low, okay?

- Okay. - So I can send you out

to buy some more.

When you're done, you put the dress here,

on the bagger, you put a plastic bag over it,

and then you put it on that rack for me, okay?

- Okay. - If we work hard today,

we're going to finish these.

That'll be 100 in size seven.

- We take the finished dresses to the distributor,

and then we start on size six.

- Well, how much do they pay us to make these dresses?

- $18 for assembling each.

- And how much do they sell them for at the stores?

- Well, they sell them at Bloomingdale's for $600.

- [sharp exhale]

We make them for 18, they sell them for 600?

Does this seem right to you, Estela?

- Just work, okay?

- I don't think she knows how to do anything.

- I have chisme from the market.

- You should be working!

- El Dorado Ortiz...

is secretly in love...

with Rosali.

- [laughs]

- He thinks you're too skinny, but he would love

to fatten you up.

- [laughs] - But don't get as fat as Ana.

- 'Ama, we have to work now. - Si, mi general.

[steam hissing]

- You burn it!

- Ana, can't you do anything right?

[scissor clatters]

Ana!

Oh, no, Ana!

- Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey!

- [coughing]

- What's going on here?

- This is my mom.

- Is this your daughter?

...is my daughter.

- Knock yourself out, ladies.

- Ay, diosito.

Ay, diosito.

[heavy breathing]

Ay...

- Yeah, mama, I know, okay? Everybody knows.

Que?

[soft Latin guitar music]

- Ah, mama, come on, let's go. Let's go back, come on.

- Ay, diosito.

- Hold on to me. Come on, mama, let's go back.

♪ ♪

- Buenos dias, buenos dias.

[kissing sounds]

Vamos, vamos.

[kissing sounds]

- I see you have a new San Antonio.

- Mm.

That's for Ana.

- And how many years have you had this one hanging here?

- Ese?

11 years.

I put it up on Estela's 18th birthday.

I'm going to take it down.

- No. No, no, no, leave it there.

Who knows, Estela could still get married.

- It's too late for Estela to get married.

Now I have to concentrate on Ana.

[birds chirp]

[soft Latin guitar music]

♪ ♪

- No.

- [crying]

- Cayate.

- [crying]

- Shh, cayate.

- Hey, Jimmy.

- What's up? - Hey, Ana, how's it going?

- Hey, Mr. Guzman,

I did it. I filled out the application.

- Look at that, Ana, way to go.

Is it the truth?

- Of course it is, I don't lie on applications,

except about my weight.

- [laughs]

Where's the personal statement?

- I didn't think it was necessary.

- You didn't write one? You have to write one.

- [sighs] - Ana.

I'm friendly with the dean of admissions at Colombia.

If you write the essay immediately,

I can get it to him, maybe get you in for

the new semester in September. - Really?

- But look, you need to write an essay.

- About what?

- Write about something you know.

You can write about yourself. - Myself?

- Why not?

You can do this.

I'll hang on to this until you bring me the essay.

Go, write. Bye.

[Latin guitar music]

♪ ♪

- When are you going to Europe?

- Oh, hey, Jimmy.

Um, I don't know if I'm going anymore.

My sister needs me to stay and help her

with her fashion boutique.

- I was thinking about joining you,

but you're not going anymore?

- No. - Europe is so cool.

You'll get a whole new perspective.

- What kind of perspective? - It's different in Europe.

Things are too easy here.

Like, you're handed everything, from school, to a car.

That's why I want to teach.

Do something different, you know?

I'm doing some assistant work for Mr. Guzman this summer.

What are you doing?

- Um, I have to go, so I'll see you later.

Your number?

- Maybe we could hang out?

- Yeah, I got to go. Bye.

[birds chirp]

- [whistles]

[whistles]

[woman speaking Spanish on TV]

[dramatic music on TV]

[man speaking Spanish on TV]

[exhales]

Well...

- Mm-hmm.

[soft guitar strumming]

- Carmencita, your back hurting again?

- After 38 years of sewing, what else do you expect?

[door opens]

Ay, Estela, Ana...

- Mom, I don't watch Spanish soap operas.

- It's not a regular novela. It's a Brazilian--

- What happened? - You remember Juanita?

The cross-eyed daughter? - Yes, I remember.

- Bueno.

Well, this handsome, dark stranger

comes to visit the fishing village, and,

and she meets him...

And he told her that he didn't care what she looked like,

that he love her, that he wants her.

Eh, but of course we know what he wanted, eh?

- Mm-hmm. - Mm.

One night, without telling her parents,

Juanita goes out with a stranger.

- Ooh, Mom, let me guess, she gets pregnant?

- Ay, Ana, don't spoil the story.

- What happened? - She gets pregnant.

- [laughs] - Cayate.

And worse, he asks her to run away with him.

Of course, that means that she has to betray

her mother's wishes.

- [mock gasp] Wow. - And then?

- Entonces,they're on the bus to Rio de Janerio,

and she sticks out her head to say good-bye.

And all of a sudden, this bus comes by, y...

- Mom, that's the stupidest thing I've ever heard.

- Ana, you'd better listen. That's what happens to people

who don't listen to their mothers.

- Okay.

- And all you had was the headless body.

[muffled speaking on TV]

[dial tone]

- [exhales]

[beeping]

[line trilling]

[exhales]

- Hello?

- Hi, Jimmy, it's Ana. - Hey, Ana.

- Is--are you busy? I mean, is this a bad time?

Because I can-- I can call you back later,

I mean, I'm just calling to say hi.

- No, no, it's a good time, actually.

Listen to this insane computer program I found on the web.

- Mierda, shit.

- It's curse words in Spanish.

- Really?

- Yo la cague. I screwed up.

- Ya la cague. [laughs]

- Where did you get this?

- Pendejo, jerk.

Pinche, god damn it.

- All right, okay, Jimmy, I get it.

[line beeps]

- Hello?

- Do you think I'm your maid?

You left dishes in the sink.

[door slams shut]

- [sighs]

- Shut up, she's coming.

- We almost finished pinning the pattern.

[speaking Spanish]

- Okay. - Mm.

- Okay, we just need a few little adjustments here,

and then we can get started. - Uh-huh, uh-huh.

- Aren't we supposed to be working?

We're already behind schedule.

Why isn't everyone here?

'Ama? [metal gate slides]

Norma, why are you late?

Where's your mother and your sisters?

- Estela, I need to talk to you.

- Okay.

- Estela, I'm sorry.

- Why are you sorry?

- I wanted to tell you earlier,

but I didn't know how to tell you.

- I'm getting married sooner than I thought.

- When's the wedding? - Next month.

- Ay. I'm so happy for you.

- In Mexico. I have to leave tomorrow.

My fiancé wants me to move with him to Mexico.

- Norma, you're my fastest employee.

I need you. - I know.

I'm so proud of the work that I've done for you.

I'm sorry that I have to leave, and you're my best boss.

Estela, my mother and my sisters are moving with us.

- You're all leaving me? No, Norma, por favor.

- We're all leaving, because it's always been

my mother's dream to go back to her village in Mexico.

I'm sorry, Estela, perdoname. - Don't be.

Don't be sorry. I mean, I'm happy for you.

I just can't pay you right now, okay?

- Then give my check to my cousin

at the Chapala market.

- Okay, gracias.

[soft Latin guitar music]

♪ ♪

- [kisses]

- [speaking Spanish]

[machine rattling]

- We need those four seamstresses

to finish this work.

I mean, we never finish on time.

You know, the Glitz company, they don't pay me until we do.

I have no money to pay any of you.

I should just close the factory.

- No, you can't close the factory.

- I can't believe you're paying us late again, Estela.

- I just lost four seamstresses.

How are we going to finish this order?

- Well, I can wait a little bit, but not too long.

- Gracias,Rosali.

Tu, Pancha?

- I'll charge you interest. - Are you serious?

- No, but let's get back to work before I change my mind.

- Gracias. - Y usted, Doña Carmen?

- What kind of a mother would I be

if I didn't help my daughter, eh?

It's because I love you that I make your life so miserable.

- Don't love me so much.

- Y tu niña?

- Estela, if you don't pay me,

how am I going to save up any money?

- For what?

- Forget it.

- Ay, Ana, you're so selfish.

- You expect me to do this dirty work for nothing?

- This is dirty work?

- This is a sweatshop. Don't you get it?

You're all cheap labor for Bloomingdale's.

- We are not cheap labor.

How would you know what hard work is?

All you've done is flip burgers.

I'm grateful for what 'Ama has taught me,

and I'm proud of what I do!

- I never wanted to work here in the first place!

Much less for nothing.

[door closes]

- See the trouble you cause?

[machine rattling]

- Estela.

Come on, Estela, I'm sorry.

Okay? I'm sorry.

I'll help you.

- Can you work until I can pay you?

- Yeah.

- Thanks.

Let's get back to work.

[steam hissing]

[steam hisses] - Ow!

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow. [inhales sharply]

Ow. - Ay.

- Ow, ow, ow. - Ay.

- [sighs]

[door closes]

[faucet running]

[keyboard clacking]

[keyboard clacking]

- [spits]

- [snoring]

- What time is it? - It's still night.

- Then why are you waking me up?

- I have a secret. I'm telling it only to you.

- Mom, I'm sleeping.

- Ana, you're not going to believe this, but I'm pregnant.

- What?

- I'm pregnant. - How could you be pregnant?

- Shh!

A woman knows these things, but don't tell anybody.

- Mom, you're imagining things, okay?

- Ana.

I need you more than ever now, mija.

- It's probably just gas. Eat less beans.

- [sighs]

[upbeat Latin music playing]

♪ ♪

- Why did Norma and the others have to leave?

- That doesn't look that bad.

- It is.

You're not going to believe this.

I heard gossip at the Chapala market.

- No food in the workplace.

- It's her break time, que no?

- Well then, you take a break, because I can't afford one.

- Ana.

Our Normita-- both: Mm-hmm.

- Ate the cake before the wedding.

- [gasps]

- I heard that Norma's fiancé

convinced her to have sex with him the night before.

And after he had a taste, well...

A hundred people at the church, the priest waiting,

and he never showed up for the ceremony.

- Norma's mother never approved of the man,

peroNorma insisted.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

A mother knows the right man for her daughter.

- Mom, you're so old-fashioned.

- Can you believe her?

Girls nowadays think they know so much, eh?

That's why they end up panzonas.

- No, Mom, the reason they end up pregnant

is because they don't know how to use contraceptives.

- Look at her. La Miss Know-it-all.

- Your husband's not going to like you knowing so much.

- Why? - A man wants a virgin.

- Why is a woman's virginity the only thing that matters?

A woman has thoughts, ideas, a mind of her own.

- A mind, and thoughts?

- No more stories, 'Ama. - Ay, Estela.

That's what I do best.

My reason for living.

[computer beeping]

- Sorry.

What are you writing?

- I'm writing a letter to Mrs. Glass.

- Who's that?

- She's the owner of the manufacturing company.

- Oh, she's the one who pays us to make these dresses.

- Yeah.

I'm asking for an advance on the dress order.

I need to pay the electricity and the--the monthly bills.

I'm late on the rent. - Estela.

That's serious. - I know.

- You know, if you really need this money,

you should go down and talk to her in person.

I mean, a letter's not going to do anything.

- She's too busy. She won't see me.

- I'll go with you. - She's too busy.

- Estela, you're not afraid of her, are you?

- Why should I be afraid of her?

[elevator dings]

Ana, please don't say anything, okay?

- I can try.

- Hi, is Mrs. Glass here? - Who are you?

- I'm a contractor for Mrs. Glass.

My name is Estella Garcia. - Do you have an appointment?

- No.

- Well, you need an appointment.

- Okay, well, we don't have an appointment, let's go.

Oh, hello, Mrs. Glass.

- Estela. - Hi.

- What can I do for you?

- Well, um, I know that last month

we were a couple of days late,

but, um...

we were hoping that, um...

that--you--

- We need an advance, money to pay the bills,

electricity so that we can work

and get you your dresses on time when you need them.

- And who are you?

- I'm Estela's business partner, Ana.

- Well, Ana, Estela knows the rules.

I can't pay advances.

I went out on a limb to hire you in the first place,

because I believe a woman like me

should help a woman like you.

But I can only help you so much.

You have to help yourself and meet your deadlines.

You have until the end of the month.

That's when the order has to be shipped.

You have ten days, honey. Ten days, that's it.

I'll be back at 3:00.

- No.

- Because it sounded like you did.

- Um, I didn't say anything.

- I see.

Well, you ladies have a nice day.

[elevator dings]

- Can't you keep your mouth shut?

- I was just trying to help, Estela.

- I'm trying to keep the factory open for all of us.

You know, people depend on me.

- Ana! - Oy, Ana.

- You're just figuring this out?

- Buenas. all: Buenas.

- What?

[woman speaking Spanish on TV]

[TV volumes softens]

- I have morning sickness.

- Mom, it's not morning, it's evening.

- Ana, be serious.

Comfort me.

- Mom, did you ever think that maybe you're not pregnant,

and you're just imagining all of this?

- I am pregnant. A woman knows.

I haven't had my period for three months.

- Then why don't you go talk to the doctor, not me.

[remote clicks]

[women speaking Spanish on TV]

[door opens]

[distant siren wailing]

- Bye, Dad.

- Gracias, buena noche.

[door closes]

[upbeat Latin music]

♪ ♪

- Okay.

- Okay.

[indistinct chatter]

[billiards clacking]

[laidback music]

- Can I get your order?

♪ ♪

- Hi. - Hey.

This is a great place. - Yeah.

Are you staring at my boobs?

- Um...

No.

Yes, no.

- Okay.

I mean, they're so big, why wouldn't you, right?

- Um...

I'm a guy. I guess I kind of have to.

Can we change the subject? - Yes.

Hi. - Hi.

- Um, I made this list of topics to talk about

so that we wouldn't run out of things to talk about.

[soft laugh]

- Okay.

Can I see the list?

No? [soft laugh]

- [soft laugh]

- You have a really beautiful face.

- Just my face?

I'm--I'm sorry.

- You don't take compliments well?

- No. Compliments, that--that's not--

not one of the topics on my list.

- And you don't want to show me the list?

- No. - No.

Are big breasts on the list?

- [laughs]

Hi. - Let's order.

- Yeah.

- [singing in Spanish]

♪ ♪

- I had a nice night tonight.

- Me too.

That's where I have to meet my grandpa.

I guess this is good night.

Okay.

Bye. - Bye.

♪ ♪

- [exhales]

[soft chuckle]

[exhales]

- It's that time again, eh, Panchita?

- Yes.

It's the anniversary of my father's death.

- He was so handsome.

- Deberas. - Mm.

- He was a very elegant man.

The day he died...

I couldn't pay the hospital.

So I pretended that he was still alive.

And I put him in a wheelchair,

and I took him home in a taxi.

- You were a good daughter, Panchita.

- I tried. - Mm.

- Hi, Estela. - Oh, hi, Mr. Yule.

- The rent is three weeks late. - I'm so sorry.

- Will you be able to pay rent by the end of the month?

- Oh, yes, of course, of course.

- Good, good, uh...

I like having you as a tenant,

and I'd hate to have to kick you out.

- No.

- Say hi to Rosali for me. - I will, I will.

Bye-bye.

[motor whirring]

- Papa.

Papa!

- Anita.

What are you doing here? - Papi, I need some help.

- I told Estela this many times.

If you do not have the cash up front,

do not do it. - Do not do it.

Yes, Papa, I know, but she's working hard,

and it's just not working out.

[lawnmower hums]

- She still has to pay the rent.

- I know, Papa, but it's not her fault.

I mean, I never realized how hard she works.

- [sighs]

Esta bien.

I will lend Estela the money.

- Thank you, Papa.

[cheerful music]

- [singing in Spanish]

♪ ♪

- Estela, let me see.

It's beautiful.

Did you draw it yourself? - Yes.

- You're lying.

You probably copied it from a magazine.

- No, I didn't. I'm working on my own line.

Would you buy a dress like this?

- Of course, I would buy a dress like this,

if it would fit me.

- This gray dress is the biggest order I've ever had.

It won't be easy.

If we don't finish this order by the end of the month,

the manufacturer won't pay us.

Let's prove to them that we can do it.

Let's make 150 gray dresses

of better quality than anyone else.

[sewing machines rattling]

[machine clanking]

- Estela, maybe we could turn on a fan in here.

- The fan blows dust on the dresses.

Can you iron a little faster?

I need help with the hems, and

we're never going to make the deadline.

- Estela, okay, it's not that I don't iron fast enough.

It's that every time I finish ironing,

I stop for a minute, I mean, to really look at the dress.

I never realized how much work, puro lomo,as Mom says,

is put into it.

And then I wake up,

and I remind myself that it's not for me.

So I put a plastic bag over it and stick in on the rack.

Push it away.

- She got a point.

[laidback upbeat music]

♪ ♪

Straighten up.

Walk like a lady.

Even I, in my condition, I walk like a lady.

- [singing in Spanish]

♪ ♪

[phone rings]

Bueno?

- [high voice] Uh, bueno.

Is Ana there?

- Who is this?

- This is Cecelia.

- Uh, yes, I will call her for you.

Ana, telefono!

[bright Latin guitar music]

♪ ♪

- Do you want to hear music tonight?

- Uh, no, no thank you.

- Vamanos, muchachos.

- Buenas noches.

- Hey. - Hi.

- You ready to go?

[mariachi music playing]

♪ ♪

- [exhales]

- What's wrong?

- [grunts]

Jimmy, does your mom understand you?

- Uh, most of the time.

Why? Does your mom?

- No.

I don't know, it's like she hates me.

She thinks I'm fat, and I'm ugly,

and God knows what. - Hey, you're not fat.

You're beautiful.

Where'd you tell your mom you were tonight?

- She thinks I'm at mass again.

- So is this a sin?

- No, that's a beso,

a kiss.

- Can you believe I'm leaving

in two weeks to go to teacher's college?

Hey, hey, don't worry.

You're going to get accepted to college, too.

- Oof, are we done?

- You have one more dress to iron.

- Stela, this is beautiful.

Did you make this?

What's it for? - It's for you.

- Oh, come on, Estela, you know I can't fit into this.

- I cut this especially for your body, okay?

Pretty dresses aren't just for skinny girls.

This one's yours.

I spent a lot of money on this material.

- Shut up.

Ha, ha, ha. Your turn.

[knocking on door]

[men speaking in Spanish]

- What do you want?

- Señora, can I please speak to your daughter?

- No, she's not here.

- Mama, what are you talking about?

I'm right here. Open the door.

- What's going on now?

- Buenas tardes. - Buenas tardes.

- Gracias.

You did it. - What?

- You got in. - What?

- The dean called me personally with the news.

- Oh, my God, are you serious?

- Your daughter's been accepted for admission

to Colombia University, with a full scholarship.

- My God. - Please, come in, sit down.

- I got accepted with a scholarship?

- So, where is this Colombia University?

- It's in New York City. - New York?

- What's wrong with that?

- Look, Mr. Guzman, it isn't that we don't want Ana

to go to college, but all the way to New York?

I'm sure there must be wonderful colleges

in this area.

- But none of them is Colombia University.

- Papa, you don't understand,

it's one of the best schools in the nation.

- Sir, you left your country for a better opportunity.

And now, it's Ana's turn.

- Look, Mr. Guzman-- - Raul!

Mira,Señor Guzman.

We are a family, and we intend to stay that way.

- Mama, it's not going to change anything.

- Por favor.

Esta bien, Carmenita.

Mr. Guzman, Ana is going to go to college,

but not now.

I didn't come this far to see my family break apart.

- Papa, I don't understand. How is this breaking us apart?

- What about Estela and the factory?

- 'Ama!

- What about it? - What about abuelo?

You want to abandon him?

- No.

- Bueno.

Thank you very much, Señor Guzman,

but this is a family matter.

- Thank you very much for coming

all the way here to tell us.

- Carmen...

Oy, have you heard that if you take the baby away

from San Antonio, he'll work faster?

- Pos, si. Didn't you know that?

[traffic honking]

- Hi, I'd like to wait. How long will it be?

- It'll be 20 minutes.

Hi. - Hi.

A cigar for my grandpa, please.

- I know what kind he likes.

- Um, can I get some condoms, too?

- What kind do you want?

- Um, I don't know. What do you recommend?

- Uh...

These are kind of fun.

[both laugh]

- All right. - Yeah?

- Yeah. - Okay.

- [soft laugh]

The door.

[door closes]

Let's do it.

- Are you sure?

- I'm ready.

Ah, hold on, damn shirt.

- How do you say "damn" in Spanish?

- Pinche.

[laughs]

both: Pincheshirt.

[both laugh]

- What are you laughing at?

- [chuckles]

Hold on.

[grunts]

- Pinche.

- [laughs]

[kisses]

Wait.

[belt rattles]

Turn the lights on.

I want you to see me.

See, this is what I look like.

[soft Latin guitar music]

♪ ♪

- [singing in Spanish]

- I'll write to you.

- [scoffs]

No.

- Uh, I'll email you. - No.

Jimmy, really.

Don't worry about me anymore, okay?

I mean, once you get to college,

we won't have anything to talk about anyway,

and I don't know, you'll probably end up

meeting some skinny girl, right?

- I'm really going to miss you.

♪ ♪

[lips smack]

- You tramp.

- What?

- You lost your virginity, didn't you?

- What--Mom, you're imagining things.

- I can tell.

You're not only fat, now you're a puta!

- You would say that, wouldn't you?

- Because there's more to me than what's in between my legs.

- You'd better not get pregnant and embarrass me.

- Me embarrass you? Oh, come on, Mom.

You're the one who pretends that

you're pregnant for attention.

- I am pregnant. - You're not pregnant!

- Yes, I am! - You're not pregnant, Mom!

You're only pretending you're pregnant

because you want a baby in the house.

But you can't have a baby. I'm not your baby anymore.

- No, señora, you're not pregnant.

- Of course I am.

- Doña Carmen, don't you think

I know a thing or two about this?

- I haven't had a period in four months.

- Doña Carmen, that's not unusual

for a woman your age.

I think it's about time you and I

had a little conversation about menopause.

- Mom, the doctor said no sugar.

Why are you eating a flan?

- I'm having a craving. - But you're not pregnant, Mom.

[Latin music playing on radio]

- Okay, I'm not pregnant.

I'm going through the change of life.

It's over.

I'm no longer a woman. - Mom, Mom.

- A grandmother is what I should be at this age.

You know, Ana, you're not bad-looking.

If you lost weight-- - Just stop it.

- You could be beautiful. - Stop it.

You're overweight, too. So why should I listen to you?

- Ana, don't eat the flan.

[dramatic Latin guitar music]

♪ ♪

- Ay, this is beautiful.

- Whew, I stink.

Hijo de la-- Who farted?

- Ana, please don't waste the distilled water.

It's expensive. - Why, Estela?

Come on, it's so hot in here.

Seriously, I feel like I'm in Hell.

- 15, 16, 17--

- How many more dresses to finish, Estela?

- 18. - Only 18?

- [exhales]

Finally, it's such a relief we're almost done with this.

- Ana! What are you doing?

- Ay, Mama, come on, it's so hot.

All the steam has me sweating like a pig.

- Well, we're sweating, too,

but we're not taking our clothes off.

- Why not? We're all women, Mom.

We all have the same things.

- Ana.

- Estela, Rosali, Pancha, please.

Aren't you hot in those clothes?

I feel so sticky.

- Aren't you embarrassed? - Of what?

- Look at you. You look awful.

- Mama, I happen to like myself.

- Right on, sister.

The two of you should lose weight.

You would look beautiful without all that fat.

- Ay, Doña Carmen, Ana and Estela are beautiful.

They look good the way they are.

- Thank you, Pancha. - Thank you, Pancha.

- Aren't you ashamed? - Mama, you look just like us.

- Yes, but I'm married. - Oh, so that's it.

Make myself attractive so that I can catch a man.

- Mm-hmm, Ana, listen to her, learn now,

or you'll end up like Estela.

- [laughs] Mama, I do want to lose weight.

But part of me doesn't, because my weight

says to everybody, fuck you!

- Ave Maria, pero que boca!

- Mama, how dare anybody try to tell me

what I should look like, or what I should be

when there's so much more to me than just my weight?

- What's wrong with wanting to be thin and sexy?

- Rosali, you don't get it.

- Well, I want to be taken seriously,

and respected for what I think, not for how I look.

- Exactly, thank you.

- What if you don't think anything?

- Ay, Rosali.

- Ay, I look like a cow. - Rosali, shut up.

Stand up. Mira,look at yourself.

If you're a cow, then I'm a hippo.

- And I'm an elephant. - And I'm orca.

Ay, Rosali, you are so skinny in comparison to all of us.

- No, I'm not. Look at my fat hips.

- Oh, come on. - And my cellulite.

- You want to see cellulite? All right, here we go.

You started it. - Ana!

- Estofat, cellulite. This is cellulite.

- Mm-mm. - Mm-hmm, yes.

- Excuse me, ladies. - Estela.

- This is cellulite.

- Ay, Estela, it's not that bad.

- Pos, no tiene nada. - But you don't understand.

I got all these stretch marks in my arms,

and chi-chis, look.

- That's small, honey. - No.

- You want stretch marks? Here you go, okay?

I have stretch marks that go from north to south.

- [laughs]

- Ladies, ladies, let me show you stretch marks.

- Pancha!

[playful Latin guitar music]

- From east to west.

- Jesus, she wins.

[laughter]

- Ladies, look, how beautiful we are.

- To be rid of all these clothes,

and just let it all hang out.

Okay, ladies, we have work to do, come on.

- Ah, who cares what we look like when no one's watching us?

Come on, Mama, aren't you hot?

- Mom, what's that scar?

- This one?

This one is you.

- That's a big scar.

- Si.

Look at you.

Look at all of you.

- This is who we are, Mama. Real women.

- Doña Carmen-- - Pancha, let her go.

Bye, Mama.

Adios,Doña Carmen.

[metal gate slides]

Mujeres,let's finish the order tonight.

[upbeat music on radio]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Ay! ♪

- We finished the order.

I wanted to repay Estela's loan.

- So soon.

- Papa, thank you so much for lending Estela the money.

- De nada, hija. You are very welcome.

- Papa, I...

I have something to tell you.

I--I don't know how to say this.

- You have my blessing.

- Here.

Why is everybody so quiet?

Eh?

- Carmen...

[faucet running]

[knob squeaks]

- You want something to eat? - Oh, no, thank you.

- I got to go to work.

- Estela, I thought you were going to the airport with us.

- I can't.

- I wanted you to be there. - I got to go to the factory.

You're going to do great. Call me, okay?

- Anita. - Ya me voy, 'Apa.

- Que te vaya bien. - Okay.

- Vamanos, hija.

We're going to be late.

I'll wait for you in the truck. - Okay.

[knocking]

Mama?

'Ama?

Mama, I'm going now.

[somber Latin guitar music]

♪ ♪

Did you want to come out and say good-bye?

[knocking]

Mama?

[knocking]

Mama, come on, open the door.

[knocking]

♪ ♪

Mama?

Mama, come on, open the door.

Mama, come out and give me your blessing, please.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[front door opens]

[front door shuts]

[gentle music]

- [singing in Spanish]

[engine turns over]

♪ ♪

[rousing music]

♪ ♪

- [indistinct] Final call.

- That's me.

♪ ♪

- Thank you, Papa.

[subway screeching]

[street chatter]

[upbeat Latin guitar music]

♪ ♪

[rousing upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- [singing in Spanish]

♪ ♪