Walkout

...striking farmworker

Cesar Chavez

shows strong signs

of deterioration

since his fast began...

- Walkout!

- Walkout!

- Bobby!

- Yes!

- Gettysburg.

- Uh...

I don't know. A whole mess

of people got killed.

Scratch a little

deeper, Bobby.

- Who fought there?

- Americans!

Americans?

How about your ancestors?

- Mexicanos?

- Yeah!

Yoli, help him out. Read the part

on the Chicano regiments.

- Chicanos?

- Old Mexican-Americans.

It was before we

moved to East L.A.

and became vatos locos!

Any luck, Yoli?

Read the part

about Mariano Vallejo

and his meeting

with Abraham Lincoln. That's it.

Paula, help her out. Read the part

of 9,000 Mexican-Americans

who fought in

the American Civil War.

Mr. Castro, it doesn't say

anything about Mexican-Americans.

Let me see.

See, that's funny.

We were there.

What side

did we fight on?

Both.

Ooh, and we still lost?

Yeah, we still lost.

You know what we lost?

We lost our legacy.

Why? 'Cause we're

not in this book.

See, if people

don't know about it,

then it never happened.

See, you're learning

your history

from people that don't

know your history.

Your blood...

is in Gettysburg.

What about Vietnam?

Your blood is

in Vietnam too.

Okay, have a good day.

Fernie, I want

to talk to you.

Hey.

Your mother signed

your permission slip.

I look forward to having you.

- I need your permission slip too.

- I'm really working on it.

I can't hold it, Paula.

What do we do? What do we do?

Let's try

the faculty restroom.

Excuse me!

What are you doing?

Mr. Hurley,

I really have to go.

No students allowed in the

building at lunch. You know that.

- Mr. Hurley, the other bathrooms--

- I don't make the rules.

Go on!

- Hey, Yoli, you wanna see the fight?

- Not right now, Bobby.

- Watch out.

- Okay okay.

Break it up!

I said break it up!

Break it up, break it up!

Get over here.

Yeah yeah yeah.

Hey, we're not

done here, puto!

Drop it, Fernie.

Drop it, Fernie.

Drop it. Okay, everybody

go back to class.

Come on, stop!

Come on,

before Ingles sees us.

- The principal's a pendejo.

- Ey!

Look, don't give

that pendejo

any more reasons

to kick you out of school.

No one talks like that

about my mother, man.

You're worried about

your mother? Graduate.

- Everybody go back to class.

- Hey, Paula.

See you at the meeting room.

Be there or be square.

I'll see you there, Ray.

Guess we'd better

get back inside now.

No no no, I'll catch up

with you later.

All right.

Come on!

Please, Papi!

It's not a camping trip.

I'm not sending you to the beach

with a bunch of wild boys. I told you!

It's Malibu! It's a student

leadership conference, Papi!

You have nothing

to worry about.

They're all geeks,

like Paula.

You think anyone

who can spell is a geek.

- J-E-K.

- G-E-E-K.

That was my point, see?

It's a chance to be around

intelligent kids for a change.

Panfilo, it's an honor

to be chosen.

- She brings pride to the family.

- Dad--

I already finished my homework,

I got the weekend off from the theater,

- and it doesn't cost anything!

- Jeff!

- Yeah, Papi?

- When's your test?

Monday.

You stay home and help

your brother study.

He's not so smart

like you.

I'm not going to help him.

No one ever helped me with my homework.

Here.

You have permission.

He signed it?!

I signed it.

It only asks

for one signature.

You should be

very pleased, Paula.

President of the ticketeers,

prom committee,

you've make quite

a contribution here.

Not to mention

your test scores.

Now here are

your financial aid forms.

Have you applied

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