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back home in Mxico.

How old is your son?

Like you.

Can I play with him?

No.

Why not?

He's in Mxico.

You left him?

Come here.

Pick a card, any card.

Don't show me.

- Got it?

- Yeah.

Okay, put it back.

That's it.

No.

No, really, that's it.

No, it's not.

I was kidding.

That's it, hmm?

No.

Okay, go play.

2,630, 2,631,

2,632...

2,641, 2,642,

2,643.

2,644.

Simon says,

"jump up on the box!"

I'm ready.

Are you ready?

Want me to do?

Ready?

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Simon says,

"jump and spin off the box."

Touch your nose.

Simon says, "touch your nose."

Simon says,

"spin around."

Stop. Stop.

Simon says, "keep turning around.

Keep turning around."

Stop. Good.

Simon says, "stop."

Simon says,

"give your Dolly a kiss."

Simon says, "rub

your belly." Ooh!

Champ, hand me that blanket.

Champ.

Simon says, "pick up

the blanket for daddy."

- Put it in the chair. -Simon

says, "put it on the"...

Archibald Smith, your father,

says, "put it on the chair."

Daddy. Good.

- You got to say, "Simon says." Right?

- Mm-hmm.

Champ, why should I kneel down

because Simon says "kneel down"?

I don't know why you gotta be so harsh.

It's just a game.

Come.

I got this, mama.

It's kitchen stuff.

Oh, right.

You wouldn't want me seeing stuff

I'm not supposed to see, right?

Simon says, "go help your daddy

with the mattresses," babe.

Come here.

Don't give up your power to

no man, whatever his name is.

If you show weakness,

people will walk all over you.

Smithism.

2,688.

2,689.

2,690.

3,205, 3,206, 3,207.

3,208.

Buick is going home.

Must be dinnertime.

All right.

Same conversation tomorrow?

That's right.

See you tomorrow.

How's Gonzales today?

Good, sir.

Thank you for asking.

You work all night?

I get out at 4:
00 A.M.

That's good.

It's a job.

Must be nice to have the silence

of the nights to do what you want.

Makes no difference

if you live alone.

You're a good father, Gonzales.

You put the rest of us to shame.

Take care of yourself.

You too, sir.

Oh.

Yeah.

Oh.

Scissors.

Ah. There you are.

What about Debbie?

One of those days?

Let's give her 15 minutes,

and then we'll eat.

"March 13, 1944.

They don't like me.

I told mother.

She said it was my own fault

for not trying hard enough.

Today they set fire to my hair.

I wish they

would leave me alone.

I wish everyone

would leave me alone."

"Today I faked a stomachache.

Mother believed me.

I stayed in bed all day.

In the evening she brought me soup.

It was nice.

I don't want to go to school

tomorrow.

I had to go to school today. We had a

test in math. I think I did all right.

The girls did not want me to play with

them since they said I was still sick."

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