La Bamba Page #2

...in case.

-'Bye.

-'Bye.

Who's the big kid?

A friend.

What is he, Italian?

-Mom, look at Richie.

-I see him, baby.

Mama, when's Richie going to sing?

Pretty soon. Now stop asking me.

We thank all of you

for attending our dance tonight.

We hope you had an evening to remember.

So, until next time...

...speaking for myself, Rudy Castro,

and all the guys in the band...

...we are the Silhouettes,

bidding you a good night.

Goodnight, Richie.

What do they mean, not letting you sing?

Who do they want, Elvis?

No big deal. Ill make them come around.

They don't know who they're dealing with.

My granddaddy

was a full-blooded Yaqui Indian.

What's the matter? Bad dreams?

Im sorry, carnal.

I didn't mean to wake you up but...

...I need a place to crash.

No, man, here. Come on. Get some rest.

Keep your ass to the wall.

Im so messed up,

I may take you for Rosie.

Where'd you get this picture of Steve?

Mom gave it to me after the funeral.

I wish I could have been there.

But he was your dad, anyway. Not mine.

Don't forget to turn off the light.

You been laid yet?

Im serious. I know what your problem is.

Sperm pressure. Its scientific.

You got hard-ons all the time,

nightmares, wet dreams--

Shut up and go to sleep!

A kid your age

needs an authority figure around.

Believe me, I know.

I tried to go, Richie. Honestly.

-You don't have to apologise.

-Who's apologising?

My dad wouldn't let me.

-Honest to God?

-Honest.

I really wanted to be there.

Cowboy Palace!

I can't do it, honey. Richie's a minor.

He'll be singing, not drinking.

Rock 'n' roll to a bunch of cowboys.

My husband, Steve,

drank himself to death in here.

Don't you owe his boy something?

We should've brought Chino.

I need a drummer.

Screw the Silhouettes.

Ill keep the beat for you.

They got drums inside.

What're you going to play?

Boney Maronie.

Boney Maronie? To these sh*t-stompers?

Howard, they're here!

Cut the jukebox.

Testing, one, two, three.

Sure good to see you folks

out there tonight. Everybody having fun?

Turn the jukebox back on!

One of our local boys is making his

professional debut tonight right here.

Let's give a great big

round of applause for...

...Ricky ''Ricardo'' Valenzuela.

Howdy.

Here's one out of Lubbock, Texas.

Lubbock, Texas?

Follow me.

''You don't know

what you've been missing''

We were rocking, man, we were rolling!

Didn't I tell you? We don't need no band.

We just play the bars with the drummer.

Me, for instance.

Im talking about making money!

Im talking about making music.

My music. That's all I care about.

What you need is exposure.

A big place where you can sell

a lot of tickets, put a lot of posters up.

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