All You Got Page #3

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You are my hero,mija.

Papi,that's my line.

(mild laughter)

I have something for you.

I've been saving it.

But I think this is the right

moment to give it to you.

This belonged to your mother.

Last year, I took it

along with me to nationals.

Thank you.

(guitar playing)

ALL:

? Siempre que pintas iglesias ?

? Pintas angelitos bellos ?

? Pero nunca te acordaste ?

? Hey ?

ROSA:

? De pintar ?

? Un angel negro! ?

(applause and cheering)

ROSA:

Where did that come from?

Oh, my God.

Abuela.

This song is a plea

to a painter.

El pintor.

Even though the

Madonna is white,

please paint me the

angels in black.

(giggles)

Okay, I'm feeling

the remix to come on.

Remix!

(guitar playing upbeat song)

? Oh, oh ?

? Yeah, yeah ?

? Pintor, pintor ?

? Pintame, pintame, pintame ?

? Pintame ?

? Oh, oh, oh ?

? Pintame angelitos negros ?

? Angelitos negros ?

Get it, girl!

? Angelitos ?

? Pintame, pintame ?

? Pintame, pintame... ?

RADIO ANNOUNCER:

We now bring you

this late-breaking news report.

A devastating fire has enveloped

the Villa Madonna High School,

home of the Madonnas,

runner-up in the girls'

state volleyball championship.

Hey, that's Lauren

McDonald's school.

And the Madonnas.

What?

How weird is that?

...is still unknown.

How crazy is that?

School is out of session with

students on summer vacation...

Gabby, isn't your dad's

fire station near there?

Yeah, hold up.

That's my dad's territory.

We should go.

We should check it out.

Yo, turn around.

Turn around, Rada.

(sirens wailing)

GABBY:

Yo, Davis!

My dad here?

Where's my dad at?

Yo, where's my dad at?

Gabby, I'm sorry.

How'd you get here?

Who told you?

What do you mean?

I'm sorry.

There's nothing we could do.

What do you mean you're sorry?

Gabby, he's gone.

Hold up, where's my dad?

Gabby, he's gone.

Where's my dad at?!

No! Where's my dad?!

Papi!

Gabby, no.

Wait, let me go get him!

I know he's in there!

He's in there!

Let me go get him, please!

Gabby, listen to me.

Listen to me.

(sobbing)

Papi!

Let me go get him!

Let me go get him!

Please let me go get him!

Let me go get him, please!

Papi!

Gabby...

I want to talk to you.

Will you listen to me?

Si, abuela.

I want you to remember

that you carry

the best of both parents,

your father and your mother,

in your heart, in your character

and in your spine.

You remember that?

(panting)

Oh, my goodness.

Come on, guys, we

need to stretch.

No, we don't. We don't even

have a school anymore.

Yeah, but there's

always public school.

(laughs):

Yeah, right.

Do you all remember

when we thought

public school was cool?

Yeah, when we were, like, five.

But there is one spot

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