My Family Page #5

Mambo!

Mambo!

Mambo!

Mambo!

Mambo!

Mambo!

Mambo!

Que te metas para adentro.

Mambo!

Mambo!

I said, "Mambo!"

Mambo!

Look, Jimmy.

We take this old corn...

and you break it up,

and then you bury it,

and that feeds the new corn.

We got a big milpa, | huh, Papa

In Michoacan, | we had milpa

that was eight miles long.

The corn was so high

that I once got lost in it.

Ah, yeah.

I walked in there all day.

I didn't even know | where I was.

I was a little chavalito | just like you.

Memo was always | doing homework.

He did enough homework | for the whole family.

I'll get it.

There I am, working deep | in the corn, no?

Pulling out the weeds, | pulling weeds,

pulling weeds, | and suddenly,

I pull up a snake!

You know, | a big old rattlesnake

at least | 10 feet long, yeah?

There I am. | I dropped him real fast, no?

And I go for this great | big cornstalk.

And... ole! Ole!

He's still moving. | There I go. There I am.

Huh?

Jefe!

El telefono.

They say it's important.

Ya voy. | I'll be right back.

Close the door.

- Telefono. | - Si.

Memo!

Hello.

Yes, I'm Jose Sanchez.

Que

What?

The police?

No.

My son Chucho?

No, no, no. | No, he couldn't be involved

in anything like that.

Hola, jefe.

Where you been, huh?

Out.

Out?

What does that mean?

It means out.

You're out of school now.

Are you looking for a job?

No, I'm not.

See, I got money, jefe.

Where do you | get this money?

I just get it, that's all.

Selling mota, is that it?

- Selling mota? | - No, no, no, Jose. Ya.

What difference | does it make, huh?

No es tiempo para esto.

The police called | here tonight...

la policia!

I didn't raise my children | to be sinverguenzas...

delincuentes!

When I think of all the years | I struggled without complaining,

like... like when I came here

by walking all the way | from Michoacan,

and what your mother went through | to bring you back when you were a baby

so you'd grow up | to be a man with respect!

Don't you have any pride?

Look at your sister Irene | and your brother Paco...

in the navy!

Jose, Jose, suficiente.

Pero tu...

selling marijuana | like some hoodlum!

No tienes conciencia

No tienes dignidad

F*** la dignidad!

F*** it, | and f*** your struggle!

You think anybody cares | about it here?

Huh? This is | all they respect in this country,

not la dignidad.

It don't matter how you get it,

as long as you get it.

I don't want | to be like no Mexican!

Huh-uh. | If you think for one minute

I want to spend | all f***ing day

pulling up weeds | and mowing lawns,

you got another | thing coming.

A la chingada con eso!

I don't want | to be like Irene.

I don't want | to be like Paco.

Most of all, | I don't want to be like you!

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