La Bamba

Richie...

...time to get up.

The harder you work, the more you're paid.

What's holding you up?

Come on, we're wasting money.

''Don't you touch me,'' I says.

''Im tired of being hit by men, already.''

So, I punched him.

His feet went up, and when he hit the floor,

I thought he was dead.

I says to him, ''Sweetheart,

if you don't like it, you can lam it.''

So he lammed it.

Richie?

Bob?

Richie, you taking a break already?

So, Mr. Big Shot...

...you finally showed up.

Im lucky I even found this place.

Rosie...

...this is my brother, Bob.

Why did you wait a year to join us?

Bob, watch it! My guitar, man.

Sorry, l didn't know that piece of junk

was so important to you.

I even sleep with it.

It's no hole.

Come on.

Jersey Joe.

Joe Louis.

Rocky Marciano.

You okay? Can you move it?

You all right?

Can you move it?

You've grown, cabrn.

You're a big sucker for 16.

-What's the matter, you miss me?

-No.

You should have.

What was it like inside?

The joint is the joint.

Why didn't you come home

after you got out?

We haven't had a home since Steve died.

Don't be such a dreamer, man.

My dreams are pure rock 'n' roll.

-Go wash your hands for dinner.

-Okay, mama.

You little pigs.

Im going to tell your mothers on you.

Wait and see!

You tell 'em, Rosie!

Mom, what in hell are you doing here?

Working.

I came to take you out of this dump.

Not before we make some money.

I mean honest money.

I've been working.

Why can't you believe for once?

Mom, what's going on?

We're getting out

of this sh*t hole tomorrow.

Okay.

Oh, God.

Oh, please.

Tell me you love me.

Why didn't you tell me

this was your first time?

You didn't ask.

You coming, Richie?

No, I'll wait up a while.

You're really something, you know?

What's up?

I should ask you.

Wait a minute.

Did I horn in on you?

Just forget it.

I thought you'd changed.

Come on!

Come stay with us sometime.

Bob got us a house in Pacoima.

We could visit L.A.

You'll be late for work.

My dad wouldn't like it.

Come on, let's go.

I love you.

'Bye, Connie.

Goodbye.

'Bye, Rosie.

Rosa!

Connie, don't let the baby fall off the chair.

Breakfast is ready. Im off to work.

-Don't ditch school today.

-Thanks, mom.

Rosie, the baby's with the girls.

See you tonight.

'Morning, Rosie.

'Morning, girls.

Bob come in last night?

He doesn't spend much time at home,

does he?

You do.

Yeah, well...

...Im me.

Quiet.

Class is in session.

Take out your history books. Chapter 7.

Who is the blonde?

I don't know. But I think Im in love.

Forget it.

She's way above your class, High Tone.

Just concentrate on that audition tonight.

-Hi.

-Hi.

They call me High Tone. You?

Donna.

Mind if I walk with you, Donna?

Sure.

I mean, no, I don't mind.

Donna. That's a nice name.

Look, call me Richie.

This is my class.

Where's yours?

In the gym. I have P.E.

You're late.

Yeah.

'Bye...

...Donna.

'Bye, High Tone.

Say, Ed...

...you wanna buy a kilo?

You did it, carnalito!

By the sweat of my balls.

You did it!

All right.

Richie, meet Rudy.

He's leader of the Silhouettes.

Look, Valenzuela...

...Chino tells me you're a hot shot.

What's that?

-My amp.

-Looks like someone threw it away.

Well, it's mine now.

So, don't worry about it.

No lie!

The pendejo was smoking weed.

He was smoking milkweed!

I got him back.

Go on, Rosie, take a hit, man!

Put a little mota in our love life.

Baby, I need some action tonight.

Come on, baby.

Rosie, come here. I was only joking.

Open the door.

Go away.

Know what? Let's get going.

-Go where?

-Home.

Other people sleep, you know.

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