Echoes (2016) - full transcript

♪ GUITAR STRUMS

♪ GUITAR STRUMS FADE OUT

Hey.

Luis, hijo, on your way home

from school do me a favor, get

some more of this, okay?

You gonna have a good day?

All right.

Hey!

Look at me. Don't skip.

Why you assume I'm

gonna skip, Mom? You--

Be quiet. I

mean it, don't skip, you go

to every class,

you hear me? Come here.

♪ QUIET UPBEAT MUSIC

So, what do you think?

I'll show them the pictures.

They'll probably get some guys

out here sometime next week.

Next week? Look, if it rains

again we'll be out a fuckin'

bed. Last time all

they did was paint over it.

I mean it came back, right?

Doesn't that mean that it's

real, like it's

structural and shit?

All I can do is report the

damage. Tell them what I see.

Management

hires the contractors.

Yo, if you're gonna raise rent

we need to have shit like this

fixed. Otherwise we're not gonna

live here, I mean this is bull--

I don't own this house. I work

for Tri-Equities, they own it.

All I can do is report the

damage, you understand?

♪ INDISTINCT CAR RADIO

Yeah.

Look, it's gonna get fixed.

Just give it a little time.

Alright?

Alright.

Fuck.

Hey! You fuck. Fucking.

You fucker!

You... God damn it!

You fucking kidding me?

♪ LOW INDISTINCT MUSIC

Hi.

♪ GUITAR STRUMMING

♪ GUITAR STRUMS AND DRUM BEATS

Ten fuckin' days, man.

Are you fucking kidding me?

♪ MUSIC CONTINUES

Oh my god.

- Mwah.

- Whoa!

That's a fucking caveman.

It is, Jesus!

- Jump! Jump!

- Whoo!

♪ MUSIC CONTINUES

Oh, that fit nicely, huh?

The exact same paper.

We both get credit.

He's a fuckin' moron!

Shut the fuck up, that's bullshit.

Just fuckin' try it.

♪ HIP HOP MUSIC

Yo, I'm out.

Oh--

You're a dick.

What's good?

♪ HIP HOP MUSIC CONTINUES

He ain't gonna do it, dude.

Every time he talks to Marta

he's all big and shit, then

her fuckin' boyfriend comes

around the corner and

Luis fuckin' bounces.

Yeah, and how many times have

you tried to get Ana Castillo's

number, huh?

How'd that work out for you?

Man, she could

do whatever she wants.

Meaning anything but you.

Man, fuck you Jaime.

Why do you even get cigarettes

if you can't light 'em?

Fuck you.

Yo, I sent it.

What'd you say?

Asked her to go with me, what

the fuck else? Do you wanna ask

Ana or are you still

going to be a bitch about it?

Dude, we're not even graduating

this year, why do you care?

Oh, he is. Oh, wait.

Man, I'm not even tryin' to go

to that, so shut the fuck up.

Hey, you ain't tryin' to go

because you don't know anybody

in your fuckin'

grade, that's why.

Ha ha ha ha ha!

Shut the fuck up!

Here, take a swig.

Calm down.

Yo, my mom said we might be

movin' at the end of the summer,

so... the least you two fuckers

can do is make the

end of the year count.

Dude.

Go cry about it, fool.

Alright, we got a movie in like

twenty minutes, you guys down?

Yo, you got me, bro?

Why do I always

have to pay for your shit?

It's 'cause your big ass mama

works hard, dog, let's go!

She don't work for you!

She don't work for you!

Let's go! Let's go.

♪ GUITAR STRUMMING

You know Nina Marquette?

♪ STRUMMING STOPS

Uh...

while she was booked I was

doing some background on her.

You know, looking

for her parents, family...

that sorta thing?

You police?

No, I work for the city.

Uh-huh. Yeah.

No, man. I'm

sorry, I haven't seen her.

You sure? 'Cause I been hearin'

she's been spending time around

here. You know, Sunset,

Laveta, over by the Echo...

and a few other little

places that you might, uh--

Hey, listen, um, why don't you

get the fuck outta here? Yeah?

Fuck off.

Hey, he-...Look, it's not for

you. I don't know you, alright?

But I do know she

has a brother in Pasadena.

Maybe he's got a bed for her.

♪ HIP HOP MUSIC FADES IN

♪ WE FRY FOES

INTO ZEROES DONUTS,

MC'S OF THE DAY HAVE

ALLERGIES, NO NUTS ♪

♪ OH SHUCKS, THEY WANT TO

BLOW UP, THEY TRY RAPPIN' ♪

♪ YEAH, I'MA GET CLOSE IF

THIS BUM COULD HAPPEN ♪

Hey, whassup doggie?

What's with the faggot-ass

flannel, homie?

Eh? You been dodging us.

You know me?

- Gimme your ID.

- Hurry up.

♪ HIP HOP MUSIC CONTINUES

Jimenez.

Yo, I seen your mom around.

She's still got that

little dog and shit, right?

- Gimme your phone.

- Hurry up.

♪ HIP HOP MUSIC CONTINUES

Okay?

Get out of here, kid.

Take it easy, eh?

♪ HIP HOP MUSIC CONTINUES

Two years.

And they're pretty good

with rent, and bills, and everything?

Yeah.

Well, look, you know the

neighborhood's changing.

You know, property values are

going up, so if they can't do it

then the house has to be made

available for people who can.

Will I be kept on as management?

To be honest, you

know, I can-, I can't say.

As it is you're working with

a part-time contract, so

management staff may wanna bring

someone else on. And you know, I

know you have a kid and it's

gonna be tough, I'm just trying

to be honest with you.

Is there anything I can do?

Pilar, look, the, the, the type

of work you're talking about is

substantial, okay? And, if they

can't meet this new number,

then the arrangement has to

change. I would say, you know,

plan accordingly.

♪ SOFT MELANCHOLY MUSIC

♪ SOFT MELANCHOLY

MUSIC CONTINUES ♪

Hey baby.

What's that?

Nothing.

Luis,

Sit down, please.

What's up?

Look, I'm only telling you this

just in case something at work

doesn't happen right.

Things may change for us.

What do you mean?

Well, you understand why we

might be moving

at the end of the summer?

Cause you say, "Just

too expensive, eh?"--

Hey! What did I tell you about

that mouth? You and these

detentions and the social

workers calling? You just--

Ah, Mom, you cuss more

than anybody I know.

Shut up

with that shit, Luis.

This?

Look, I got my license so I

could work part-time, but I only

manage that one unit

you visited, remember?

Yeah.

Okay, well, if the tenant moves

out, then management could

replace me. And if that happens

I need you to sort of roll with

things. You understand?

How much more we need?

Don't. Okay? Just do me a favor,

just focus on school, okay?

Okay?

Alright, you guys

wanna hear it or what?

Nope.

- Fuck you.

- Fuck you.

I'm gonna play it anyway.

No, you're not.

♪ I had the nerve

to wake up again ♪

♪ to stick out my feet and

put 'em down on the curb ♪

♪ With a haircut that's fucked,

and a shitty disposition ♪

♪ and with my father

shedding his tears ♪

♪ Well I think back

to why I cared ♪

♪ but now I can't

and so I won't ♪

♪ And I'm gonna sit and see if

I wake up again tomorrow ♪

♪ Oh why, oh why do you care?

♪ oh why do you stare?

♪ No you shouldn't

give a fuck about me, ♪

♪ 'cause I won't

about you, oh no ♪

♪ So don't, don't

give me your prayers, ♪

♪ my mama she tried

♪ Yeah she knelt every day

♪ but Hell's bouncer

says he is inside, oh I ♪

♪ But as she walks away, I catch

a glimpse of her back man, ♪

♪ my hands start to shake

♪ So I'm gonna sit on this

fucking street corner ♪

♪ 'til I'm way past awake

♪ Hey, hey, hey, yeah

'til I'm way past awake ♪

♪ Until I'm way past awake

Mmm. Like the song.

Why, thank you man.

You talk to your girl yet?

Ha ha ha ha. Nope.

No, he did not.

Your mouth

full with that burger though.

Wanna bite?

Yeah, fuck yeah. Mmm.

♪ DISTANT ROCK MUSIC

♪ MUFFLED ROCK MUSIC CONTINUES

♪ MUFFLED ROCK MUSIC CONTINUES

♪ SLOW SYNTHETIC MUSIC

Yeah. No, but they

haven't sent the sides yet.

They will. They're gonna

send you the sides, okay?

They're not gonna

let you go in there--

Wait, hang on. Hang on.

Okay, they just sent them.

See?

Uh, anyway, let's touch

base, uh, after I go in.

Yeah. Yeah, okay.

How do you feel?

Good. Actually ready

to start booking shit.

Um, anyway I'll

talk to you tomorrow?

Um, hey, by the way, I'm gonna

swing by Tim's thing later, but,

uh, after that I have

the apartment free.

Uh. I don't know. Um.

I don't know, maybe.

Um, yeah, okay.

I'll see you later.

♪ HIP HOP MUSIC IN DISTANCE

- Hi.

- Hi.

Ah, sorry.

Jesus. Hmm.

How was set?

- Dope.

- Dope.

How was work?

Uh, fucking exhausting. Yeah.

And I have to go back in

tonight, at, uh, ten.

Why?

Because I hafta

cover Carrie's shift,

and I thought we

could use the money.

Oh.

So, let's see it?

What?

The leak?

What do you wanna

see the leak for? I mean...

Why do I wanna see the leak

that's over our bed that's...

Yeah.

dripping on our

faces in the morning?

Like every time,

it's just like you and

this fuckin' leak, like...

Every time it's me

and this fucking leak?

I mean... just

relax a little, like...

I'm, I'm pretty

relaxed, I think, yeah.

I mean, but you, you're, you're

freakin' out because I said

- fucking like it's...

- I'm freaking out. Wow.

Okay. Wow. Alright, well, you

know what? Don't move. I got it.

You, you party,

okay? Here you go.

Fuck.

This is so fucked.

♪ MUFFLED HIP HOP

MUSIC CONTINUES ♪

I'm sorry, okay?

Okay.

One hour.

Then you take Luna, then bed.

Crashin' out?

Yeah.

You alright?

Yeah, I'm... Yeah.

Have a good night, son.

Yo.

♪ UPBEAT POP MUSIC

I'm gonna go

say hi to Kristen.

Ho-ho. You made it. Here,

fill up, man. Get over here.

- How you fuckin' doin'?

- How you been, man?

What's happening?

How you been, man?

I'm good, how you been?

You been working?

You get up this week?

Course I did, you pussy.

Yeah? Which one?

The one on Hillhurst?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah. Shut down three weeks

ago, no shit. Fucking asshole.

Fuck you.

Full of shit. Yeah, how's that

tas- You drink beer before?

- It's okay.

- Didn't think so.

- Shut the fuck up.

- Yeah.

So, uh...

what's up with that?

Look, I'm, I'm just sayin'...

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

What're you just sayin'?

Alright. Dude, you've known

about this bullshit for months.

Like, every time I ask you about

it you dodge it. You act like it

doesn't exist, or like

you don't give a shit.

Like, have you guys got some

sorta circus family shit goin'

on? Like, you do a set of

stand-up, then she goes

and blows her manager,

- What the fuck?

- and then, Jesus--

Oh, come on, alright, we

get it. We get it, we get it.

Look, listen.

I'm

moving back east. Yeah.

Are you serious?

You know, man, I been doin'...

this for two fuckin' years.

It's time.

What about your stand-up?

I came up in Boston

and... I don't know.

It's out. It's not fair to him

or me, okay? I'm gonna go home.

I want you to

come after the party.

You said it seems like

I don't give a shit, right?

Maybe I don't.

♪ LOUD HIP HOP MUSIC

No, be honest.

What do you think so far?

Of what? The house?

The house, the

neighborhood, whatever.

It seems nice, right?

I don't know.

Okay. What's nice for

you, let's start with that.

Rain.

The Pint on Third and Thompson.

That guy in

Washington Square Park,

- Right.

- with the, uh, pigeons?

I like seein' him around.

Okay, so basically

shit that's not here.

I mean, but what about

Paris, huh? You don't miss it?

Mm. Yeah, I miss it, sure.

But I like what

I'm seeing here so far.

I just don't know. I mean, I was

walking down Sunset, yesterday,

and I'm passing dollar stores,

thrift shops, supermarkets and

shit like that, right? All of

sudden I see this coffee shop

with its menu posted outside?

Fucking five seventy five for a

small coffee. A small coffee.

I almost took a

fucking picture of it.

Okay, so what? They serve

gourmet coffee, why do you care?

Just fucking five seventy five?

For, for some tap water strained

through beans? I mean,

that's not a coffee,

that's a go fuck yourself.

I mean, so far this neighborhood

is what? People like you and me,

Yuck.

You know, that, that, that

punk kid, by the burger spot,

you know, Dodgers fans.

Mm-hmm.

And apparently rich-ass

motherfuckers flyin'

coffee in from Jupiter.

- Flying in from Jupiter?

- Uh-huh.

Are you gonna use that on stage?

Look, I think that you need to

put New York in your rear view

mirror, you know? I miss Paris

but I'm not gonna get a tattoo

of the fuckin' Eiffel

Tower on my forehead.

So, what? You're sayin'

you're glad you came with me?

We'll be happy here,

right? Like this will work?

Sure. Right?

♪ SOFT SYNTHETIC MUSIC

I mean, we're lying here and

we're talkin' about New York

and Paris. But,

we're here now, right? I'm...

I just need to feel like,

you know what this is.

What is this?

It's real.

♪ SOFT MUSIC CONTINUES

♪ LOUD HIP HOP MUSIC

- Hey.

- Hey.

You didn't say you were leavin'.

Yeah, I couldn't find you.

I assumed you were

with Tim or somebody.

You sure you gotta go?

Yeah, I said that I'd

cover the shift, like now.

♪ DISTANT PARTY MUSIC

Okay.

I'll see ya later?

Yo! Pop! Pop! Pop! Motherfucker!

Yeah!

You know he shit himself.

You're the only one shitting

himself, man. You was all like,

"Yo, what if he got a

gun behind his belt?"

What if he did?

You know he was one of

these college kids startin' up a

frozen yogurt shop and shit.

He ain't carryin' a fuckin' gat.

Hey, pass that back, man.

I was as intimidating as fuck.

Fuckin' two year

old, with a Nerf gun.

Shut the fuck up.

What'd you do?

Wha- I'm the wheel man, dawg!

Sounds like an excuse to me.

- Here.

- C'mon, fool.

Hey! Keep your eyes

on the road, bitch!

I ain't tryin' to fuckin'

die, what the fuck?

♪ SOFT HIP HOP MUSIC

You can sit down over there.

No, I was takin' a

piss- Fuck you!

Yo, you hear what

happened with Mario?

No.

So my cousin was just posted up

on the block, right? And then

this Sonata rolls up across the

street. Couldn't see who the

drivers were. And yo, when they

left? Mario was layin' on the

sidewalk. Both his legs were

broken. This was eight in the

morning. Mario said they were

Crescent Terrace boys from East

Hollywood. And he's

screamin', cryin', talkin'

about how he's never gonna be

able to walk or use his legs

again in his life and shit? So

Cuz tells the Barrio Boys down

the way. Two days later, Mario

tells my cousin he heard the

Sonata got found

torched, the driver laid out.

Eight in the fuckin' morning.

Who gives a fuck?

Wasn't he gettin' with

some girl out there though?

Yeah, I think he was fuckin'

with one of the girlfriends or

some shit, sisters.

It ain't no joke, though.

See you fuckers later.

Hey, yo.

That shit with Mario?

That's just for us, okay?

Peace, motherfucker.

I like to assume that

everyone in my life is lying'

to me about something.

Uh, because then I don't have to

confront anybody about shit,

ever. You know, I get like

this intense joy, and like,

gratification by knowing that

somebody cares enough about my

feelings, to like,

actively, lie to me.

Um, got a girlfriend,

and uh,

met her in Paris.

She lies to me.

And, uh, you know

her dad had just died, so you

know I think in a lotta ways

that kinda brought us closer

together. So things were great

for awhile. You know, and

then we decided to move to LA,

and then... Yeah.

I don't if you've ever been

cheated on before, but, uh,

those first few weeks

before you find out are kinda

great, you know? 'Cause it's

like, you got all this free

time, right? But, uh, it's kinda

weird 'cause she's like, gone a

lot, and then also you're just

like happy as fuck, because

she's just like, gone a lot.

But, uh... you realize that

rather than, like, deal with the

fact that your girlfriend might

be cheating on you, you'd rather

just sit around the house, like

watching, like, overlong, like,

extended editions of Al Pacino

movies, you know, like Scarface

in particular. Like, I just like

sitting in the room, watching

the scene where he's just,

like, dangling from the

helicopter, and I just scream at

the TV like, "Chichi, get the

yayo." You guys do that?

"Say hello to my little friend"?

♪ SOFT INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC

Uh. Well, uh, anyways this,

it's not quite over, we're

still together. But, um, it's

weird. You know?

'Cause I do still love her.

Call me crazy, call

me... whatever, but, uh...

I like makin' her laugh.

Yeah. Miss that.

Well, anyways, fuck me, right?

Right.

You really know how

to win a crowd, don't ya?

Not really about

that laugh, huh?

You guys were inside?

No, you can hear it if

you hang around the back.

Hey, have you ever noticed that

your standup is basically just

whining and

complaining about shit?

Well, look Nina, I'm sorry I

didn't cater my act to you, but

unlike you guys, everybody else

inside is not, like, booze bags,

street punks, you know? So.

- Aw.

- Cute.

Yeah. You guys

ever think about leaving?

The neighborhood?

No.

I mean, where would we go?

I don't think you think about

leaving, I think you just kinda

do it, you know? Or you don't.

Don't throw that word around

fucking lightly, you know?

Don't throw that

fucking word around lightly!

I mean, what am I supposed to

say, huh? Wha- wha- wha- what,

what do you want

me say? You told me--

You had two years! You had two

fuckin' years to say something.

I'm sorry, all right?

Shut the fuck up.

♪ SPORADIC PIANO MUSIC

♪ PIANO MUSIC CONTINUES

Psst.

What's her name?

Ernesto.

Okay.

I'm kidding.

Go on. Her name's Luna.

Hi, Luna. Hi.

She's adorable.

Yeah.

Hey, do you mind

if I, uh... bum a cigarette?

♪ MUSIC CONTINUES

So, what's your deal?

My deal?

Yeah. You're what? Sixteen?

It's two AM, on a Monday

night, or Tuesday,

actually, right? Yeah.

I take her out for a

walk sometimes. You know...

Mom doesn't notice, so...

What about your dad?

Nah. What about you?

What about me, what?

I don't know, alone in a park

and shit? Two AM? Your parents?

You ain't scared?

Nobody's worried about you?

Uh, I'm not from here. My

mom's back home and, uh...

my dad died before

I moved out here. So...

Where's home?

Paris.

I'm sorry.

You don't smoke.

- No.

- Yeah.

Tell me something.

Do you ever

feel like, um... you know?

No. What do you mean?

I don't know.

Well, what do you do?

Um, I'm a bartender.

And I

act, a little, I guess.

Uh, I'm Luis.

Leanna.

♪ LOUD MUSIC APPROACHES

Hey. You should go home.

♪ LOUD MUSIC FADES

♪ INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC BEGINS

♪ INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC BUILDS

♪ INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC BUILDS

What time do

you have to be on set?

Half hour. Kristen told me you

were reading for a part today.

Why didn't you tell me?

I feel bad.

I feel bad and

alone all the time, so...

I'm so sorry.

Hey.

Hmm?

- Hey, let's get outta here.

- Mmmmm

♪ GUITAR STRUMMING

Some guy came

by the corner yesterday.

Who?

I don't know.

Said he worked for the city.

He was askin' about you.

Yeah, those

fuckers don't quit, huh?

You ever hear from your folks?

Oh yeah, all the time. My dad

just cruises on by the corner

with a care package full of

waffles and gummy bears.

Tellin' me to go home?

Eh.

When I got out the first time...

social worker told me

to go home, see my dad.

So I did.

Saw him inside,

from the front lawn.

Went up to the front

door and just... knocked.

♪ SOFT MELANCHOLY MUSIC

I know he saw me. And I

know he knows I saw him, so...

And he just gets up

from where he's sitting and...

goes into the kitchen.

I hooked up with Pinky at

the squat on East Sixth and,

that was that.

What about your

brother? You ever try him?

Dipped when he was eighteen.

Lived down south awhile

and I doubt I'll see him again.

Leave.

♪ HIP HOP MUSIC STARTS SLOWLY

Yo.

♪ THIS TIME IT GOTTA BE

DIFFERENT I'M TRYIN' TO MAKE A ♪

♪ DIFFERENCE, NOT TRYIN'

TO GO TO PRISON ♪

♪ NOT TRYIN TO BE A VICTIM, BUT

♪ IN MY POSITION I

NEED TO HAVE A VISION, ♪

♪ NO FOOD UP IN THE KITCHEN,

NOW WE FACING EVICTION, SO ♪

♪ I'M ON A MISSION...

Yo!

♪ HIP HOP MUSIC CONTINUES

Where we going?

Somewhere to talk.

♪ MUSIC STOPPED

I can't

believe it, honestly, Kiko. Let's go.

That little kid

took your skateboard?

He's fast. What do

you want from me?

- He is fast.

- He's like five.

He's like five years old!

I was, Don't fuck

on me. You were gone.

No one was here

helpin' me out. Fuck you.

A five year old

took your fuckin' skateboard!

Whatever.

I said I'd think about it.

I ain't said I'm goin' with

you yet. I'll see

you tomorrow though.

Alright.

Dude, you're

fucking embarrassing.

- Fuck. What?

- That's disgusting.

I can see your

fuckin' boner from here.

Oh, yeah, could you?

Who are you taking?

Shut the fuck up!

sandwich too, boy.

Hey, what's up, bro?

What's up?

Aw, shit, you cut the whole

day and don't tell nobody?

Yeah, so?

What are you guys doing?

What are you talkin' about?

He got Ana

Castillo's number today.

Ana Castillo? Shit, really? Did

she see your fuckin' boner, huh?

Aw, yeah, shut the fuck up.

You spend your day playin' all

hard, then you give me shit?

What, are you sensitive now?

Gotta watch my fuckin' mouth,

huh? Why you

bein' a little bitch?

- I'm being a bitch.

- Yeah.

Yo, you guys need to chill

the fuck out, you know.

Dude, do whatever

the fuck you want,

I don't give a shit,

but Ricardo told me that

dude Blue Eyes did four

years for movin' weed and blow

across the street from

a fuckin' middle school.

Ha, ha, ha. Foot, foot!

Yo, shut the

fuck up, you bum!

Yo, fuck you, bitch!

Fuck you, Crusty the Clown!

Fuck you, fuck you motherfucker!

Lookin' like Mad Max

over there and shit. Fuck off!

Yo, he's trippin'. First

time he got smoked up was

seventh grade. Where the fuck do

you think I got that shit from?

Fuckin' Vonz?

Hey, man, I gotta

go. Catch you later?

Alright, man.

Why dontcha come

over here, baby, huh?

Hell no, I don't

wanna catch the herpes.

Back up.

Don't break your ankle

again. That shit's dangerous.

Shut the fuck up.

♪ UPBEAT GUITAR AND DRUM MUSIC

Fuck. Ow! Motherfucker!

Aw, shit! Oh, god damn it.

You alright there, buddy?

Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Fuck.

Talk to your girl yet?

Yeah.

So? Was she?

Ooh.

I felt guilty.

Eh. Well, at least now you know.

Also, I didn't tell you, um...

Mm?

You know, we decided when we

were talkin' shit out that, um

she's gonna go visit her parents

for a while, well, her mom, and,

um, I'm gonna find

a new place, you know?

Wait, really?

So I'm not gonna see you

around the neighborhood anymore?

Huh. Hey, can I tell

you something, man?

Your problems...

I really just don't give a shit.

I mean, seriously, I could give

a fuck. You know what I mean?

Like, I like you, you're fine,

but I mean, come on, me...

Hey, I admit, it's, it's,

it's fair, okay? I, I get it,

I get it, you know?

♪ MUSIC CONTINUES

Hey, uh, see you around, yeah?

Uh, no doubt, man.

That guy who came

around the corner yesterday?

What is it?

Your brother's

address in Pasadena.

♪ MUSIC FADES

What the fuck am I

supposed to do with this?

Whatever you want.

Luis.

Yeah?

Hey. Just stay

right there, okay?

Yeah.

When did

you get back from--

You know that, that change

I told you might happen?

I just got the call.

It's just always been me.

It's just me.

Luis, the door.

♪ SAD INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC

What was he like back then?

He ran things right.

Look, kid.

The night I got brought into

this, I was younger than you.

I was eleven. Fuckin' tiny.

That's how people in the

barrio knew me as back then.

One day, I hear Hernesto Jimenez

wants Tiny to make a drop for

the homeboys tryin' to expand

downtown. I take the G-pack,

roll down the way, come to this

spot here. Shit wasn't like this

back then, man. This shit

was just a lot, there wasn't

any of these stores, any of

these fuckin' new businesses

and shit, people that wasn't

from here. Your dad was around

here, sitting over there on a

fold-up. He had fifteen dudes

with him. Barrio Boys.

They take

the pack off me, your dad starts

counting. One, two, three.

First punch goes to

the back of my head, man.

He counts for fifteen

seconds before they let up.

Then your dad stands, brushes me

off, wipes my face with a cloth,

then he hands me a beer. They

all start laughing and smiling

and shit, acting like it's

a party. Then he says...

I came here alone, man. No

family, no parents, no brothers,

nothin'. Just a kid.

El Salvador to Guatemala.

Then to Chiapas, Oaxaca,

then the bus to Sonora.

Then the Coyote.

So, you know when your Pop

said that, you know? I was his.

Take it.

♪ GUITAR STRUMMING

♪ INDISTINCT SCAT LYRICS

♪ I had the nerve to wake up

again to stick out my feet and ♪

♪ put 'em down on the curb

♪ With a haircut that's fucked,

and a shitty disposition ♪

♪ and with my father

shedding his tears ♪

♪ Well I think

back to why I cared ♪

♪ but now I can't

and so I don't ♪

♪ And I'm gonna sit and see

if I wake up again tomorrow ♪

♪ GUITAR STRUMMING STOPS

♪ SOFT INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC

♪ MUSIC BUILDS

♪ MUSIC CONTINUES

Alright boys and girls.

I think I'm done.

Where you gonna go?

I don't know. Someplace new?

This neighborhood's beat.

Be good.

You want anything?

Money, bitch.

You hear me, fuck?

Gimme the fuckin' money!

Fly safe.

I'll email you when I land.

No! Mom, I'm already late!

Another

suspension letter, Ramon.

I'm not signing any--

You're gonna have to if I

don't leave right fucking now!

Ramon!

♪ SLOW MELANCHOLY PIANO

Yo.

What's up?

If I get another detention,

my mom's gonna take

my fuckin' balls with a cleaver.

I'm not gonna make it.

What time yo

meetin' up with Ana?

Seven. You gonna go?

Hell no.

Come on, dude, people

still gonna be there.

At least you could

come chill out and shit.

You know Marta's

gonna be there.

Marta? No man, I ain't

tryin' to have her boyfriend

fucking comin' at

me all summer and shit.

Besides, I'm leavin' soon

anyways, so, whatever.

What school you gonna go to?

Ah, I don't know. Uh, we got

family in Huntington Park,

so, you know, we might

kick it with them for a bit.

Whatever, man, you're

still a bitch for not goin'.

You just told me to

fucking go because you know,

you fuckin' know, you're

going to fuck it up with Ana,

and then you're gonna be fuckin'

downing a bottle of UV Blue just

like last year in the

bathroom, cryin' and shit.

I drink Jack Daniels,

not UV Blue, 'kay?

No, man, it was UV Blue,

you gonna need someone

to fucking carry you out

while you're fucking puking all

over yourself and shit, like,

"Ah, sorry, I, I don- I don't

know what happened."

You're a fucking mess, dude.

Whatever. That might happen.

It's not gonna be with

the fucking UV Blue.

Oh no? What, with fucking

mimosas? Mike's Hard Lemonade?

Shut the fuck up.

That is un-fucking-believable,

dude. That's another detention

right there. Fuck!

Dude, none of this

shit fuckin' matters.

School's almost over,

before you fucking know it--

Yo. You seen him

the last two weeks?

Nah.

♪ MELANCHOLY MUSIC BUILDS

Hello?

Hey, hey. What's good, bro?

How you doin'? Yeah, yeah.

Nah, I'm just chillin', man.

Yeah, I know

what you mean.

Nah, for what I'm just

kickin' it, you know?

Nah, I ain't givin' it to you.

Hey, man.

Not yet. Not yet.

You knew him?

Him? No.

You know Nina?

Not really.

You see her, you gimme a call.

♪ UPBEAT GUITAR STRUMMING

♪ I SAW OLD WOMEN.

WAITING AT THE BUS STOP. ♪

♪ WITH THE RAIN COMING DOWN

♪ AND I SAW PEOPLE,

CIRCLING LIKE BUZZARDS ♪

♪ TO THE TUNE OF THE

TRAFFIC BELOW, I KNOW ♪

♪ I KNOW. LET THE

WHEELS TURN SLOWLY. ♪

♪ I KNOW. I KNOW. LET

THE LIGHTS GO DOWN ♪

♪ TEACHERS WITH

BRANDY IN THEIR COFFEE ♪

♪ YOUNGER COUSINS GETTING

EXCITED ABOUT A MOVIE ♪

♪ I KNOW. I KNOW. LET THE

LIGHTS GO DOWN RIGHT NOW ♪

♪ I KNOW. I KNOW

♪ LET THE PARENTS GO OUT

FOR A NIGHT ON THE TOWN ♪

♪ MUSIC BEAT QUICKENS AND BUILDS

♪ TAKING TURNS MAKING PHONE

CALLS TO OLD RELATIVES ♪

♪ STUTTERING INTO THE

PHONE. I KNOW. I KNOW. ♪

♪ LET THE WORDS FIND THEIR

OWN WAY OUT. I KNOW. I KNOW ♪

♪ LET THE LIGHTS GO DOWN,

LET THE LIGHTS GO DOWN ♪

♪ MUSIC SLOWS

♪ ON YOUR OWN NOW, LEAVE AGAIN

♪ FIND A HOME AND

LEARN TO LOWER YOUR HANDS ♪

♪ ON YOUR OWN NOW, LEAVE AGAIN

♪ FIND A HOME AND

LEARN TO LOWER YOUR HANDS ♪

♪ ON YOUR OWN NOW, LEAVE AGAIN

♪ FIND A HOME AND

LEARN TO LOWER YOUR HANDS ♪

♪ ON YOUR OWN NOW, LEAVE AGAIN

♪ FIND A HOME AND

LEARN TO LOWER YOUR HANDS ♪

♪ HEAVY QUICK MUSIC BEATS

♪ MUSIC ENDS ABRUPTLY

♪ SLOW BEAT JAZZ MUSIC