My Family Page #6

Jose!

Por favor, no!

Por favor, no! Chucho!

Chucho! Chucho!

No hagas esto, mijo,

no hagas esto.

Get out of here! | Largate!

Get out of here! Largate!

Get out of here!

Chucho!

Chucho! Chucho!

Que estas haciendo

Get out of here! | Take this with you!

Jimmy! Jimmy!

Why did he leave, | Mommy? Why?

He will come back, mijo.

He will come back.

There was | no communication at all

between my father | and my brother Chucho.

They were | from two different worlds.

To my father, | there was dignity in work.

He crossed the bridges | every morning

to work | to support his family.

My father felt | that he was right

to throw Chucho | out of the house,

but deep down | in his heart,

he didn't feel so right.

It's just like heaven

Being here with you

You're like an angel

Too good to be true

But after all

I love you

I do

Angel, baby

My angel baby

Ooh, I love you

Ooh, I do

No one could love you

Like I do

Ooh, I love you

Ooh, I do

No one could love you

Like I do

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, | ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, hoo

Ooh, hoo.

Thank you.

Woo!

The music's playing

And the lights are low

You give me kisses

And pull me close

There's a little voice | inside my head

Whisperin' in my ear

"Are you really sincere?"

You say you need me

So much tonight

But will you feel the same

In the morning light?

There's a little voice | inside my head

Whisperin' in my ear

"Are you really sincere?"

Though I give myself to you

I want to know that it's right...

Cut it, puto.

And you're not putting on

A show just for tonight, | whoa, whoa, oh...

I said stop | f***ing with me!

Chinga tu madre.

I really do

Your promises are sweet...

Aah! Aah! | Ahh! Aah!

Chucho, you got him. | Let's just go...

Chucho! | He's got a knife, Chucho!

Arrgh!

Aah!

Chucho!

Baby, come on!

Had enough, huh?

Had enough, puto?

Oh my God! | Oh my God!

Chucho, come on, baby.

We got to get out of here!

Come on, Chucho! | Let's go! Come on! Chucho!

Come on! | Let's get out of here!

Hey, Paco!

I was stationed in San Diego, | when it all came down,

so I was able to come home | a couple of days later

to be with the family.

It was the worst for Jimmy.

He was so young,

and he loved Chucho so much.

It was hot that night.

The Santa Ana winds | were blowing.

They called them | the devil winds.

Hey, little vato.

I brought you this.

No one saw me come in.

All right.

Mmm.

Mmm.

It looks bad, Chucho.

Real bad.

It'll be okay.

Listen, little vato.

You act like | nothing's happening, you know?

Just go play | with your friends.

I can wait out la placa.

They'll never find me here.

Okay, Chucho.

I've been | in bad scrapes before.

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