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Hurry, Yoli.

(loud music)

Mari, I'm hungry.

Ok, I'm coming, but you're missing out on my moves.

Whoa, shit!

(School bell rings)

Why'd you leave, girl?

It got good.

I stayed for a little bit.

It was tight, huh?

It was sick!

So then let's go again today?

Again...It's Tuesday.

Everyday's a Friday for her.

Everyday is like beans without salt for her, ok?

You know what? That's not cool.

Is that my lipgloss?

It'd better not be my lipgloss.

Mom gave it to me... Mom gave it to me.

How many times do I have to tell you! It's mine!

Stop lying, it's mine!

I don't want you going through my stuff.

I can sweep, mop, and break down boxes.

Young lady, I don't need help right now.

I'm only asking for twenty a day.

Twenty for me goes a long way. You don't believe me?

Good day, Don Pedro!

Dona Herlinda!

What's new?

(Don Pedro) You want produce?

Or gossip?

(Dona Herlinda) Both.

He's looking.

Hey! Hey!

What is your friend's name?

Yolanda, what is your friend's name?

She's not my friend, Don Pedro.

Damn it.

Olivia!

Olivia!

(Students chattering)

I was just talking about alternate angles.

Interior, exterior. Ok? They're all congruent.

Mr. G!

I'll be right with you.

We're going to go over it.

Mr. G!

It looks great, Yolanda.

Let's keep looking at these over here.

You do understand this, right?

- Yes? - Yes.

Yes?

Ok, Mari Rodriguez... You're gonna have to share

until I get a copy of the textbook.

Yolanda, can you share your textbook with her

and help her catch up?

And you're going to have to turn that over.

It's off.

(Students Ooh and Ahh)

Ok, ok, relax.

Just make it disappear, ok?

What?

Nothing, you're my neighbor is all.

And?

Do I owe you something?

I'm just saying.

You look like a little fly.

Pinche mosquita.

I'm working on getting your homework posted online.

Tomorrow, I do not want to hear, "What was the homework, Mr. G?"

I love the excitement.

Wait, Cuata. I'm putting it on my left eye.

That means you got to put it on your right.

So did you guys check out the new girl?

What's up with that freakin' attitude?

Trying to act all tough and shit in front of everyone.

Please. I think she's trouble.

You don't even know her, Vicky.

Just saying. It must suck being new at a big ass school.

People can be rude and stuff.

Here you go again with that holy santita bullshit.

It's getting real old. I left that back in junior high.

I'm just saying.

Well, get over it. That's what I'm saying.

Don't trip off her girl. She's just feeling off and shit.

Yeah, I guess.

(School bell rings)

She's just bitchy right now

cuz she started her period and I didn't.

(School bell rings)

What's up with Mr. G?

Why does he always give us a lot of homework?

I don't know, man. I don't know what's up.

This is geometry. He has to calm down.

Shit, you're smoking a joint, Yoli?

Right, Cuata?

Dude, it smells like weed.

Maybe that's how her number two smells.

You're so stupid!

Hey!

What the hell?

You think you're some kind of hot shit?

I am hot shit, dumbass.

Crazy bitch!

Hey! Hey!

Alright, who's got it?

Hey, don't look at me.

We don't know either.

Let's just see what the office knows.

Mari.

Thank you.

Thanks for pushing me out in time.

My parents would have freaked out

over something like this.

So what'd the Dean say?

I flushed that roach down the toilet

so all they could do is warn me; next time I'm out.

Yeah. They said I could make it easier on myself

if I just drop out and get my GED.

They're stupid.

It's not that crazy.

But what about college?

It's a waste of time.

It's not a waste of time.

It is for me.

Look, after school we can meet up.

We'll go through my Geometry book

and go over whatever other stuff.

History, English...

Weekdays are good. Weekends too.

One of that.

Thank you.

I don't know about studying on the weekends.

You know, if you do good, it's like the biggest...

Even if you don't go to college, just imagine having the chance

to shove those grades in their faces.

They'd feel so stupid.

I have all the homework. We can start today.

You know you don't owe me shit, right?

I know.

Mama!

Can I go to my friend's house?

She lives across the street.

Please? We have classes together and we're going to study.

Ok, but don't be too late.

(Music plays from the TV)

(TV turns off)

After homework.

Please Mari?

Nope!

We should play some Ska while doing our homework.

You won't be able to focus.

Yeah, but it'll make it fun.

Hello, my daughter.

Hello.

We're offering cereal to our guests?

Well, it's not like we have steak to offer.

Here, steak doesn't last.

You'll have to come real early before it's all gone.

Can I talk to you for a second, Mari?

While I was working all day,

you couldn't find it in you to unpack a few boxes.

I'm tired.

What's that?

What's what?

That smell. Are you smoking?

No. Damn!

You ok?

I found it in my mom's drawer.

You look nice, Mari.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Mari! Mom wants you to move some boxes.

Mom's calling you.

How did it go at the neighbor's house?

I asked, how was your time at the neighbor's?

Fine.

Let's break up into groups. You three, Chapter 10.

You three in the middle, Chapter 11.

Chapter 10 on the outside.

You three also Chapter 11 and Chapter 10.

Oops.

Douche!

Skank!

She's calling you.

Hop on already!

Hold on.

But not too tight. Just like that.

Alright.

No, no, no, no, no! Wait! My turn, my turn!

- You better not drop me! - I'm not! I'm not!

- Promise. - I promise.

I hope you end up liking Huntington Park.

Why wouldn't I?

Cuz sometimes the air smells like pan dulche

and others say it smells like chemicals.

Or like the Las Cuatas say, "It smells like ass."

Holy...

Are you okay?

What did I say!

Alright, that's enough.

Oh, shit. It's open.

We should go, Mari.

Come on, Mosquita.

"I love Chuy."

"Hydo Y Rusbi por vida."

"Guera Y Chaparra friends forever."

"Mosquita y Mari."

Fuck the rest.

Whenever anybody gets on our nerves,

this'll be our "kick it" spot.

This is private property, Mari.

We can't just make it our own.

It's not like anybody's gonna come here anytime soon.

"Smurf is my man. All bitches stay away."

Yeah, you fight for your little blue man, dumbass.

I bet you that guy Smurf got his name

from wearing his ugly-ass shorts.

What?

Nothing.

Smurfette.

Oh, hell, no!

Gotcha.

Look, you can do the recording

and me and Vera can do the rest. Ok?

We're going to be doing a random survey. Right, Cuata?

Yeah, random survey.

But what kinda survey?

Just press this button to record, ok?

questioning your long-term friends about shit?

So here we are at my high school.

And we're gonna be doing a random survey

where we're get to ask guys

if they've ever popped a boner in school.

Ay, Cuata.

What? It's just a question!

Anyways, we get to talk to some cute-ass guys.

Or what? You don't want to talk to them?

I never said that.

Well, then record me.

Hey! Have you guys ever popped a boner in school?

No.

Whatever. Liars!

I don't know. Maybe once or twice?

I don't know.

(whispering) No way. And how did you hide it?

Come on. Can you stop asking me that?

Hey, have you ever popped a boner in school?

Yeah, when I saw your mom.

Your mom, bitch.

I'll probably just block it with these books. Like this.

Wouldn't it hurt?

Uh, I don't think so.

What about, like if you need to stand up,

like, the teacher tells you to write something on the board?

I'll carry my books like this.

Oh, my god, I know him!

Go ask him, Yoli!

- I'm not gonna ask him! - Go ask him!

Dude, stop acting like that again.

Hey, she has something she wants to tell you.

Well...

What?

Have you ever popped a boner at school?

Yeah.

How about right now?

Vicky, just turn it off already! It's getting boring.

I was going to anyway. Damn!

I'm sorry. That was stupid.

When two angles and a side of a triangle

are congruent to two angles and a side of a second triangle,

what does that prove?

I didn't get that far in the book.

Just remember "ass," like in culo,

but spelled A-A-S.

It stands for Angle-Angle-Side.

Easy, huh?

The culo theorem. Got it.

Look, stupid.

Those sissies suppose to inspire us?

It's better than,

"Smurf is my man, all bitches stay away."

I'll go with the little blue man.

It's not that bad.

Olivia, do you want something to eat?

Yes!

There's a pot in here.

Should I take it out?

Know what they called her?

Guadalupe la frutera.

Don't move or you will end up

like your father on our wedding day.

You used to cut Dad's hair?

But he wasn't the first.

I grabbed the scissors when I was 10.

And later, I got my cosmetology certificate

to help people look even more beautiful.

And?

And things change.

But why did they change?

Because that's how it is.

I'll do it.

The grading scale is on the board.

Mari...

Forget this shit.

It just means we have to work a little harder.

I'll meet you at the shop so don't even trip.

We can't meet up?

I have some stuff to take care of for my mom, you know.

Maybe later.

Yeah, ok.

- Hey. - Hey.

How long you going to be doing that on Pacific?

As long as it takes.

Why you getting like all gloomy and shit?

Not even. Stupid.

Stupid.

We're gonna meet at the shop tomorrow?

Yeah, don't worry. I'll make it work.

I'm just saying...

I know, Yoli. But it's not all I'm about.

(TV plays in the background)

And your homework?

I'm going to do it right now.

That's good.

Ok, stop.

Stop! Stop!

Stop.

First tell me what you're thinking about.

Nothing...

Just about my parents.

What about them?

I was remembering this one day, awhile back.

My dad put on this CD he bought off this guy on Pacific.

He put it on then went and pulled out this old cowboy hat

I've never seen him in.

Then he approached my mom

and then they waltzed around the room...

Not caring about their usual,

resting up for work the next day.

It was like they were somewhere else for that moment.

It was kinda beautiful.

You think too much.

Come on, scaredy-cat.

What about your father?

He died. Some sort of accident...

He used to drive one of those big-ass 18-wheelers

up, down, and all around this place.

Did he ever take you for a ride?

No...

He was always just too happy to be home with us.

At least everyday was different for him.

Different like today.

(siren wails)

(both singing) They started to play...

To play...

Dancing with death!

I got to go...

Here.

Some guy who flyers keeps eyeballing my shit.

This?

Fool, that's a classic.

(Music plays from the Walkman)

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Yolanda!

Yolanda!

What are you doing?

You went into your father's closet.

And those?

They let me borrow it.

Let me see.

(Music plays from the Walkman)

Shall we dance?

What, Mom?

Return it to your father's closet.

What was it like when you met Dad?

When you danced for the first time?

What are you talking about?

You know...

Life stuff.

We've made it perfectly clear

that the only thing you need to worry about is school.

Concentrate on that.

I'm not busting my ass all day so you can throw it away.

I was just asking a question.

Photos and videos.

Photos for passports.

Thank you.

You making something good for dinner?

They let us out early from the factory.

I think there was a spill.

Gives me a chance to cook for my two girls.

You must have your hands full with two girls.

By any chance, do you know of a job around here?

Not off hand, but I can keep an eye out.

Or you can ask your eldest. She seems to know.

You have something to tell me about my daughter?

Well, only what I've heard.

I heard she's been flyering for one of the local stores.

Sometimes till late.

There's nothing wrong with helping her family,

you understand me?

That was my story when I was young

and you never know to what extent you have to go.

You understand me?

Must be another girl.

Thank you, Don Pedro.

Where did you find your father's medallion?

In one of your drawers.

Under a bunch of crap.

Your father would be disappointed in you...

In the streets as if you didn't have a mother.

Maybe he's proud of me because I'm making sure

we have a chance, like how he wanted.

Give me a break, Mari.

You barely make enough for rent, and now we got it.

Your father and I wanted you to get school.

Having a green card gets you an education.

I already figured that out.

I made them find one. Sorry it took so long, Mari.

Cool.

I never thought I'd hear you say that about a textbook.

Cool for when I can't meet up with you.

You know, makes it easier.

We're going to meet up at the shop today, aren't we?

Nah, I got that other stuff to do, remember?

I'll go with you.

Why not?

Crazy! That's not you.

How do you know that's not me?

I ain't playing, Yoli.

I can do my work at home. Don't trip.

Don't even trip, girl. We got your back.

We got plans for us to kick it after school and just have fun.

(Chattering, gossiping)

So are you like a freshman, a junior, a sophomore?

No, I'm a sophomore.

I remember when I used to be a sophomore.

(Yolanda) That's cool.

So you're a junior?

Yeah.

Oh, that's cool.

Yeah, you like it?

Yeah, so far.

I like your braid!

It's really long. Who did it for you?

I can braid it for you sometime.

That's be cool!

So who was that?

My best friend.

Need to talk to her or something?

Are you sure?

Yeah.

So you want to come?

No, I'm ok.

Come with us, Yoli! You'll have fun.

No, I'm ok.

Giving up the studies to hang out with your little boyfriend?

He's not my boyfriend.

Yeah, he's probably a faggot.

He's just someone me and Las Cuatas know from school.

Why do you care?

Please.

If you want to hang out with the twiddle-dums

and the rest of them, that's on you, stupid.

Stupid you.

Yeah, whatever.

Yeah, whatever.

Photos and videos.

Photos for passports.

The Walkman. You told me to hold onto it

so that guy doesn't eyeball it.

Go play with your little boyfriend or something.

Boo!

Come on, let's go!

Am I speaking Chinese or something? Come on!

This ain't even a real video game, Mari.

Yeah, it's a piece of shit!

Dude, not even! I'm not on your lane!

Old lady.

You drive like my grandma.

Oh, is that right?

Oh, look at me! I'm coming up in second.

That's right. Touch it now!

That's what I thought!

(Game) New personal best!

I don't have anymore change.

Mosquita!

(Music plays from the Walkman)

It's my jam right here!

(Both singing to song)

I didn't see you on Pacific.

I was flyering the cars along the side streets.

Thank you.

Mrs. Rodriguez, how are things with you and Mari?

Don't worry about us, Don Pedro.

Everything is good.

Let me introduce myself.

I'm Cruz Olveros and this is my husband.

Thank you for letting your daughter

help my daughter with her schoolwork.

It's always nice to have Mari in the house.

Such a good kid.

You all should talk more often.

Raising two 15-year-old girls is not easy.

In this day and age with the youth and who they are

and the things that happen sometimes.

What do you want to say about our daughters?

It's not like I want to gossip or anything--

Just spit it out.

Someone told me that one of the girls

got into a car with someone.

You know what can happen when someone gets in a car.

I don't see what's so unusual about getting into a car.

Stepping into a car isn't, but getting into a car is.

With all due respect, that's all ridiculous.

Well, I had two kids because I got into a car.

Mari doesn't have time to get into cars with boys.

Or maybe she's finding the time.

My daughter is too smart to be getting into cars with boys.

As you can see, not that smart.

I'm sure they're referring to some other girls.

Not our daughters.

Excuse us.

I agree.

Maybe I should get my driver's license.

I can get one now that I'm 15.

For that, you need a permit.

What?

Is he giving you money?

What?

The boy you're spending all your time with.

Is he giving you money?

Is that how we've been paying rent?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Playing dumb isn't your strong suit.

They have you working too hard over there.

I asked you a question!

There is no boy!

Mom, what are you doing in there?

How was school?

Fine.

And on your walks back home?

The same.

The same?

Yes, Mom, the same.

Ok.

Don't you usually walk with Mari?

It would be nice if you did. Walk to school together.

Ok, Mom.

To school and back.

Together.

Ok, Mom.

Go on and finish showering.

Tell me something...

Something you never told anyone.

I was five when we left my grandma to come here.

My dad wanted her to come with us, but she refused.

I still remember how everyone was afraid of her

because she took care of hers no matter what.

But she would always take me on these walks to this river,

and we'd make tortas with beans and cheese.

And we'd eat until we couldn't take it anymore.

And we'd just lay there and watch the birds fly.

She said if I really wanted to,

I could hear the wind going through their feathers

as they flapped by.

And I swear to you, for a moment, I could.

Ten years from now, I'm gonna save up

and visit my grandma in Xalapa Mexico.

By then, who cares if I can't make it back?

Ten years from now, I want to--

Be a doctor or lawyer.

I don't even know.

Maybe a truck driver?

Are you gonna ride with me?

You can take me to my grandma's.

You can stay if you want.

Yeah, I could see that.

Yoli.

Hello.

You gotta get back to your homework!

Yoli! Yoli!

Yoli!

Yolanda!

Come on! I'm ready.

Put a streak on each side,

and these are going to look real cute, ok?

Yolanda?

Are those permanent?

Mr. Galvez wants to see us.

Why?

Why haven't we seen any of your latest tests

posted on the refrigerator?

We'll see.

Yolanda is one of my best students.

That's why I am a bit concerned

that her grades have been declining.

Maybe you've been preoccupied helping out your friend Mari.

Is there something happening to you here at school?

No.

Is someone harassing you?

No.

Lately you've had your head in the clouds.

Thank you very much, professor, for letting us know.

Thank you for coming.

Anything else, please let us know.

Of course.

Thank you.

Yolanda...

Look, um. I've got these college pamphlets

and I was thinking maybe you could take a look at them.

And we could talk about how to get you a tour to visit them.

You know? Maybe one weekend?

That sound exciting?

- Yeah. - Ok.

We don't have to return to Mexico

to be reminded of what poverty looks like.

It's just a few blocks away from us.

Your mother and I work very hard

to make sure your future is far from this.

What we endure everyday at work for years

isn't enough for you to get it?

But I never said I wasn't going to college.

Any obstacle that gets in your way,

you can just move aside.

- And that includes any boy. - What?

Don't play the deaf one, Yolanda.

This isn't the moment for that.

Your future is too important for you to have this attitude.

Ok Dad, I know.

It doesn't appear that way.

Don't lose sight of what you have

right in front of you.

Yeah, like you.

What was that?

Nothing.

You listening to me, Yolanda?

Yes.

I won't lose sight.

Mari?

Yeah?

No chocolate. Peanut butter and jelly ok?

Yeah.

Alright.

It looks nice.

Come on.

We just want one picture. Is that ok?

Yes, that's ok.

Thank you.

Oh, come on. Not like this.

Like this.

See! That's what I'm talking about.

That says, "I'm here!"

No... "We're here."

Yeah, it's me and you for life.

Your parents?

Don Pedro's.

(Music plays from the stereo)

Just for a little bit. I'm cold, Mari.

Ok, but just for a little bit.

You're probably going to go far way for college, huh?

Wherever they accept us - here, somewhere else.

Us?

I'm not helping you for nothing.

I can't afford it.

We'll figure it out.

Yeah?

We'll get into school. We'll get away.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Hi, girls!

Hi, girls.

Excuse me, I have to go take care of my sister.

What's going on with her?

Yolanda, I'm talking to you. What's going on with her?

What were you two up to?

Studying for our finals.

And how did it go?

We'll be ready for them.

That's what I like to hear.

It's the end of the month.

Please give me a chance to make more than this.

I'm sorry, Mari.

It's just been too slow.

The flyering hasn't given me results.

I have to let you go.

Do you need any help in the store?

No?

Excuse me, but do you need help with something by any chance?

In anything? No?

How much will you give me for this?

We'll give you fifteen.

Only fifteen?

They're hard to find. It's a classic.

Fifteen.

I got a booger on my face or something?

Stupid.

Then?

Yesterday, was kinda... I don't know.

You're making a big deal out of nothing.

Ok.

You can be so annoying sometimes.

You know that guy from the other day?

Las Cuatas' friend...

Well, he asked me to be his girlfriend.

He's more stupider than I thought.

Well, maybe I should say yes.

Why not?

If you don't want me to, I won't.

I already told you what I think.

Yeah, but--

Who cares? Just say yes.

I got real things to be thinking about.

Not that dumb kid shit.

- Mari! - What!

Don't forget about the final on Monday.

Flyering going ok?

Yes.

I have a co-worker...

She said she turned her garage into a studio.

And it came out really nice.

Even though it's a little crowded for three.

They pay me in a couple of days.

You don't have to get all dramatic.

I'm sorry.

Forget about it.

Ok! All your books, notes, backpacks under your desks.

Nothing but pens, pencils, and calculators out.

Just relax. You'll all do great.

Ok! Everyone with a test, you may begin!

You may begin.

Good luck.

You too.

(Students chattering)

Come on Saturdays,

ladies get in free before midnight!

Hi, how are you? Every Saturday night...

I can help you flyer.

I'm not flyering. I'm promoting.

Doesn't matter. I can still help you.

You're too young to be doing this.

Come on, man. Hurry up.

You need money, don't you?

Yes, but it's not for sale.

Then, what is?

Perv.

Join us every Saturday night.

Mari!

Hey!

That's enough!

Hey!

What the hell's going on with you?

I'm sure that boy is the cause of this nonsense.

[knocking on door]

Everything ok?

Are you ok?

We'll leave you alone.

(School bell rings)

Mr. G, can I take Mari's final to her?

Sorry, Yolanda. Not a final.

She's gonna have to come get it herself.

Thanks, Mr. G.

Good work!

Have you seen Mari?

Who the hell is she?

My best friend.

Are you playing elementary school games?

No!

You know what, go to hell.

Wait!

We made a deal.

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What's wrong?

I'm tired, Mom.

My love.

(loud music plays, kids laughing)

Scoot over, Yoli.

I like this song!

Yoli, you're gonna start again

with that holy santita bullshit?

No, I've done it before.

Well, then hit it!

It was different.

Come on, a joint is a joint.

(All sounds fade away leaving only music)

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What's wrong?

Stop the car. Stop the car!

What the hell, Yoli!

Look, stop!

It's ok, dude. Ok? Just on a trip.

Just get back in the car. You'll feel much better!

- Just shut up, Cuata! - I'm walking home.

Yoli, don't be like that.

- Alright, then go! - I will!

You know, it's not like we give a shit!

Good! Cuz I don't give a shit either!

Let's just go, Cuata.

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