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Uh, excuse me, I'm just gonna grab the milk.
(Beeping tone)
-Hello. -Hi.
Good morning, sir.
How are you?
I'm-- I'm good. How are you?
I'm good, thank you.
Yeah.
-Can I get a Lotto? -Oh, sure.
There you go.
RAUL: Gotta get lucky at something, huh?
CLERK: Yeah, it's true.
(Beeping tone)
¶ I lick you ¶
¶ I like you to like me to lick you ¶
¶ But I don't need you ¶
¶ Don't need you to like me to lick you ¶
¶ If your pleasure turned into pain ¶
¶ I would still lick for my personal gain ¶
¶ La la la ¶ (Engine Revving)
¶ La la la ¶
¶ I fuck you ¶
¶ And I love you to love me to fuck you ¶
-¶But I don't fucking need you¶ -Oh, fuckin' Prius!
Oh, such a -- (Screaming)
¶ Don't need you to need me to fuck you ¶
Such a gross car.
¶ If you need me to need you to fuck ¶
-¶ That fucks everything up ¶ -Oh my God!
-Are you serious? -¶ La la la ¶
(sighs) Come on!
(grunts) -¶ La la la ¶
-Shit! -¶ I want you ¶
¶ And I want you to want me to want you ¶
¶ But I don't need you ¶
¶ Don't need you to need me to need you ¶
¶ That's just me ¶
¶ So take me or leave me ¶
¶ But please don't need me ¶
(Sighs)
¶ Don't need me to need you to need me ¶
¶ 'Cause we're here one minute ¶
¶ The next we're dead ¶
¶ So love me and leave me ¶
¶ But try not to need me, enough said ¶
Hello?
Hola!
¶
Uh, I've got my groceries just 'cause...
...the sun.
Oh, and I'm STD-free!
You know, with Grindr it's not really necessary
for this '80s version of a hookup.
It's very uh, "Cruising."
Have you seen that film?
It's the one with Richard Gere where he got the reputation
for doing terrible things with the gerbil.
It was not true, but...
¶
(Chuckles) Good God!
(Growling)
(Grunting)
¶ All that I want is ¶ ???
¶ A pair of wings to fly ¶ Here comes the sun
(Grunting)
¶
(Grunts)
Oh yeah. (Chuckling)
Oh my God, did I spill the milk?
Hmm, you did.
Oh, I mean...
No! Just leave it.
I can't.
Brenda comes today.
Honey.
She doesn't mind cleaning.
That's what we pay her for.
-Mmm. -I can't.
It's like leaving dirty dishes in the sink.
And I can't do that to our cleaning lady.
(Grunts)
Humans are dirty.
(Chuckles)
And I think she understands.
Yeah.
But we are disgusting.
(Chuckling)
Oh!
Phew!
Al Pacino was in "Cruising," by the way, not Richard Gere.
-Really? -Yeah.
And how do you even know those movies?
Um, I found them online in high school
and I was just like "whoa!"
Oh, high school.
Gere was in "American Gigolo" I think.
Oh yeah.
(Laughs) It's a funny word "gigolo."
Gigolo. (Phone chimes)
That's what you are today.
(Phone chimes) Ooh!
Sorry.
¶
Black 4, no winners.
¶
No more bets.
Red 3, no winners.
¶
ELENA: I know, mom, I am.
Yeah, well, this is the last time.
Yeah, well, this time it's gonna be different.
I don't know. (Indistinct speech)
I don't know that either.
Mom! Mom!
I'm-- I'm gonna be fine, okay?
Alex is gonna be fine.
I'm gonna take him to school today,
I'm gonna pick him up, and then we'll come to your house,
and then we'll go from there.
Yeah, yes.
But this time, it'll be different.
Okay? Look, I gotta go.
I gotta go and I'll see you at 5:00, okay?
No, I'm not teaching today, I got it covered.
That's why I'm gonna see you at 5:00.
It's-- it's not if they pay me a fortune anyway, okay?
We have subs. Just-- look-- I-- it's--
I got it covered. I got it covered, okay?
Okay.
(Sighs)
What are you looking for?
Nothing, sweetie.
You just keep eating, so you're not late.
I thought you were quitting.
I am.
I did.
Mm, it's just my last one.
ALEX: You promise?
Yeah, I promise.
Yeah.
ALEX: Aren't you hungry?
No, sweetie, you keep eating.
What did you pack in my lunch today?
Oh, shit.
-Mom! -Sorry, cheese and fries.
-Um, um-- -I want bologna.
ELENA: Yeah, well, we're out of bologna, baby.
How about peanut butter and jelly
or jelly and peanut butter?
Or butter and jam, which is really
just jelly with seeds in it.
Ew!
(Chuckles)
(Horn honking)
¶
Mom, where's the jam in it?
Oh shit.
ALEX: Mom!
Sorry, cheese and fries. Can you go get ready?
ALEX: I am!
Ugh, fine!
And I thought you didn't like jam.
ALEX: I do!
Just not with the seeds in it, though.
Today is gonna be a good day.
Every day is a good day, mom.
You're right, bug.
-Ready? -Yeah.
Okay, come on. Let's go.
¶
I thought dad was gonna fix this place.
Yeah, your dad's gotta fix a lot of things.
ALEX: This is just old junk.
Okay, sweetie, I'm gonna pick you up from school
and then I'm gonna take you to Grandma's.
Why, nana's?
Because she hasn't seen you in a while.
It'll be nice to say "hi." You'd like that, right?
Dad coming, too?
ALEX: Where's dad?
(Brakes Squeaking)
Oh, the bus is here, sweetie. Come on. (Horn honks)
Alright.
Put your backpack on.
Be a good boy, have a good day.
-Okay? -Okay.
-I'll see you later. -Okay.
-Bye, mom. -Bye, babe.
(Sighs)
(Taking deep breaths)
Shit.
(Taking deep breaths)
¶
(Taking deep breaths)
(Grunts)
(Speaking French)
(Grunts)
(Sobbing) (Grunting)
(Gasping)
(Taking deep breaths)
(Speaking French)
(Bells tolling)
(Speaking French)
TV: (Speaking in French)
(Speaking French)
Oh, do you wanna have uh, dinner with Kim and Robin tonight?
-Hmm, not really. -Why?
Why does a straight couple have two lesbian names?
(Chuckling) Right?
I don't know. I mean why don't you ask them?
I was planning on going out tonight.
Of course, you were.
-What's that supposed to mean? -Nothing.
Well, it obviously means something
otherwise you wouldn't say it.
I just wanna have fun.
Oh, okay.
And your idea of fun is going to a...
bar with a bunch of loud drunk people.
I've already done that, thank you.
You did, I haven't.
And plus, you of all people should know
that the gay bars are where I could be me.
Are you saying you can't be who you are with me?
No!
No, it's just that the gay clubs the-- the club scene and-- and
it's where I could be myself with people my age
and just have a good time.
Before I met you, that's how I came out.
Those people are my family.
I know, I'm sorry.
You fuckin' take your family for granted.
You're lucky not all of us were welcomed with open arms.
Those people are my friends.
Those bar people are your friends?
(Chuckles) They're not your friends.
They are just people you get drunk together with.
Well, maybe that's how it was in your generation,
but the bar scene is really different now.
Oh, okay.
Well, FYI, all my friends during my bar days,
they're no longer my friends.
I'm actually not even sure they ever were.
You know, I wanna learn some things for myself, okay?
You don't always have to teach me. Alright?
Yeah.
Well, then stop acting like a kid.
Well, that's what you get for dating one.
(Sighs) Thanks for the ride.
(Sighs)
I'll see you later.
Oh my God!
¶ Así me gusta ¶
¶ Ay papi ¶ (Vacuum running)
¶ Me gusta así ¶
¶ Así me gusta ¶
¶ Aa ¶ ¶ Aa, oh, oh ¶
(Screaming) ¡Ay!
(Speaking in Spanish)
(Chuckles) ¡Ay!
Oh, dammit!
(Speaking in Spanish)
Kidding. (Chuckling)
¡Ay Dios mío!
Ugh!
¡Oye!
Ugh.
(Chuckling)
(Grunting)
¡Oye! Viajar.
RAUL: FOMO!
Oh, good God!
-Uh? -No.
(Brenda laughs)
Ricky says that's my problem.
(Brenda Speaking in Spanish)
I don't know.
RAUL: Do I?
Um, hello? (Chuckles)
(Sighs)
I guess.
I start to worry that I'm missing out and somehow
I'm trying to hold on to something.
I don't know.
The fun times with my friends.
I just know that I panic if I don't go out and if I do, then--
Mmhmm.
See?
God!
It's like we don't exist in our own culture.
You're either machismo or you're a girl.
When I go out I can be all those other things
that I couldn't be when I was growing up.
That's why I go out.
I never even dated a guy until I met Ricky.
I was makin' up for lost time I never had in high school.
Prom, dating.
Prom? (Chuckles)
(Speaking in Spanish)
(Sighs)
Gracias.
(Chuckling)
(Sighs)
I don't know.
(Chuckling)
TELLER: Next.
-Yeah, hi. -Hi, how are you?
ELENA: Good. I'd like to close my account.
Um, is there something wrong with our services?
ELENA: No, no, no nothing like that.
I'm just-- I'm moving out of State
and I just needed to tidy up.
Uh, can I have your ID and account number, please?
Oh, sure.
Ma'am, is everything okay?
-Ma'am? -Yeah, I'm sorry,
I don't have my account number.
It's fine.
We'll just take your ID.
(Takes a deep breath) Okay.
Hmm.
Okay, Miss Peterson, I'll be right back.
Okay, can-- can you just tell me the balance of my account?
Of course.
-Miss Peterson? -Uh-huh.
-I'm sorry. -It's okay.
So you currently have $235.83 available in your account.
Really? Um...
No, that can't be.
There's something wrong?
ELENA: How much?
$235.83.
Uh, okay.
Uh, that's fine.
Son of a bitch.
Can I just get that in hundreds and some change, please?
Unfortunately, I won't be able to close your account today.
Wait, what? Why? It's my account.
It's a joint account...
Oh, you fuckin' gotta be kidding me.
...with you and Mr. Peterson.
-He's my husband. -Yes.
No, this is my account.
I've had this account for a long time.
I understand.
No, but we have another account together that's a joint account.
-This is my mother-- -Ma'am--
No, I don't-- I don't understand how this happened.
I don't-- did he just come in here
and put his name on my account? But I didn't approve that.
ELENA: That's my money!
-Is there a problem here, miss? -Yes, there's a problem here.
I'm trying to get money out of my account and--
and your bank allowed some strange man to come in here.
Her husband.
Some random man to come in here and add his name to it.
I can't get my money out, but yet you allowed him
to add his name to my account.
Ma'am, it looks like your husband is listed here as a
and signatory on the joint account.
This isn't his account!
So-- so I can't have my money?
Not without his approval.
(Chuckles)
See, there it is.
Always needing a man's approval.
Kind of like you, Susan.
You needed to call your boss over here
to get a approval of a lousy $200.
It's just our policy, ma'am.
Yeah, well, fuck you and fuck your policy!
What are you looking at?
Thank you.
Next.
(Grunts) Hey!
-Jiverly? -Miss Elena?
-Jiverly? -You-- you okay?
Um, I haven't seen you in class in a while.
Is everything okay?
So sorry, Miss Elena.
ELENA: No, no, no, you don't have to be sorry.
I just-- I was just worried about you.
Just wanted to make sure you're okay.
Have you ever thought what's the--
What's the what, Jiverly?
Why go all?
I'm sorry, Miss Elena, I-- I go now.
Miss Elena, you are always very good to me.
But one people's goodness not enough.
¶
(Indistinct chatter)
(Speaking French)
So you're really staying in?
Yeah.
-On a Saturday night? -Ooh!
¶ I guess that makes it alright ¶
(Both chuckling)
Who decided that?
Just because it's some arbitrary day of the week,
we have to party like it's 1999.
-Mm. -Ow!
Enough of the Prince,
may he rest in peace, references.
It's called the "weekend."
Yeah, well, who decided that?
I don't know.
God?
Oh, yes!
And on the sixth day, God created the weekend.
No.
-Thou shalt party. -No. No,
The Weeknd created the weekend.
Huh?
RICKY: What?
Oh my God, The Weekend?
Yeah, that's what we were talking about like today.
No.
I'm talking about the singer.
God, there is a singer named "The Weeknd?"
Oh my God, yes!
My God!
How unfortunate for him!
Every time somebody says "the weekend,"
he must be thinking they're talking about The Weeknd.
(Chuckling)
Man, you gotta get out more.
Now, see that's the point.
I don't want to.
Everything I need is right here.
(Chuckling)
(Grunts) It's not even 11:00.
Well, is that a singer, too? (Chuckles)
I'm good with staying in.
God, you're gonna turn into one of those old shut-in ladies--
(Sighing)
Who has a bunch of cats or something.
Hmm. (Mimics snarling)
(Chuckles)
(Grunts)
You're just like my parents.
Oh!
Eat need dinner at 5:00,
just watch TV.
I warned you when you met me.
Yeah, you don't have to be so rigid.
Always like your way or the highway.
Like you're living by a set of rules someone else made up.
(Sighing)
My generation, we make up our own rules.
Oh yes, this I know, the Millennials.
RICKY: Look, I like us.
Not you and me, and a guy on Tinder named "Chlamydia."
Oh my God, that happened one time!
You won't let me forget it.
No, actually my penis won't.
It's more than that.
You got it pretty good.
What is that supposed to mean?
Hello?
Fuck you!
(Taking deep breaths)
¶
RAUL: I'm not here because of the house.
I never said you were.
Different things work for different people.
I thought that you might be okay with me trying some things out--
Yeah, well, I guess I'm not.
(Clearing his throat)
RAUL: Because you can't control me?
You know, you give me so much shit
for going out to bars and drinking.
What-- what difference does it make drinking at home?
It's cheaper.
You were the one who pursued me, by the way,
knowing how much younger I was.
Oh yeah, well, I guess I thought love could make a difference.
What an idiot I was.
I'm a 49-year-old man and I act like a teenage schoolgirl moron.
-From prisoners-- -To what?
The one?
I don't know.
That's the idea of it.
God! We're not married
and I never said anything about one person being the one
or the answer or somebody's soul mate.
Did you know, there's like 71 million single women in India
where are their soul mates?
You'll figure that out when you get older.
I just think there might be many ones.
I-- I just prefer mine one at a time.
RAUL: Oh my God, here we go again.
Maybe your way isn't everyone else's way?
Why can't I love who I love?
Oh my God, that is like the gay rallying cry for being gay.
-It's so-- -What? What is it?
Obvious.
When did you become such a prude?
I'm not!
I just-- when I think about how much time I have wasted
looking a certain way or going to the gym.
Oh my God, look at your body, you hypocrite!
Okay, fine! Then--
You go to the gym still all the time.
One-night stands or hanging out at bars,
I have wasted a big part of my life.
It's a waste.
It's meaningless.
Well, I want to find that out for myself.
-You got to. -Mmhmm.
-Why can't I? -Oh!
RAUL: Monogamy makes people miserable.
Why do we do it? Animals don't do it!
-No, that is not true. -It is true.
No, there are monogamous animals.
-Oh-- -There is birds,
albatrosses, fish. (Chuckling)
-Fish? -Yeah.
Yes, my point is it's in their DNA.
RAUL: No. No. No, it's not.
If there is a single bird nearby that bird is gonna go fuck.
No, some animals are, mate for life.
RAUL: No!
No, some animals are thought to be monogamous
only in order to survive to--
to care for their young or because there are
two toads in-- in one fucking miserable lily pond.
So they're forced to stay together.
But if-- if they could move to another lily pond, and just
fuck around, and spread their seed, then they would.
Where'd you hear this?
Brenda.
Brenda?
Yeah. (Chuckling)
You mean like Brenda, like our Brenda?
Yeah, our Brenda. Why do you say it like that?
-She's Latina, she's not dumb. -Oh my God!
I did not mean anything by-- by calling her "Brenda."
Oh my God, just because she mops our floors, it doesn't mean--
And she doesn't even do that, I do.
-Well, that's a different story. -Wait, then why am I paying her?
To keep me company.
What?
Anyway, did you know that Brenda, back in El Salvador,
studied biology?
She used to teach at the University.
And now she cleans our house.
So are you gonna go to the club with me or not?
I'm not.
(Sighing)
(Splash)
¶
What am I to you?
RICKY: I thought--
You were my boyfriend
and we were celebrating our anniversary.
Don't. Do not.
-Hey. -Do not!
(Ricky chuckling) Don't do--
(Splash)
(Ricky laughing)
(Raul grunting)
-What the fuck! -What?
-Are you fuckin' -You said I have already fallen.
Are you fuckin' serious?
Oh, Jesus Christ.
I'm sorry, look. Wait.
I'm sorry.
You know what? Just because you make a lot of money
and you have a nice fucking car,
that doesn't mean you have your shit together.
(Sighs)
I mean who calls themselves "Ricky?"
You're a 49-year-old man
and you don't even use an adult name.
You're just as confused, and scared, and fucked up as I am,
but it looks worse on you, because you're so fucking old.
¶
(Taking deep breaths)
¶
(Doorbell rings)
Oh shit!
(Taking deep breaths)
Hi!
(Greeting in Arabic)
Khalid, what are you doing here?
Sorry, it's wrong day?
Oh shit.
No, I'm sorry. I just-- I forgot. Um...
It's-- I've just been-- it's been--
We can do another time.
No, it's fine, I've just been a little distracted.
It doesn't matter.
I'm-- I'm actually really happy to see you.
Here, please come in.
-I'm sorry. -No, s--
(Taking deep breaths)
Um, do you want something to drink?
I have coffee...
-Oh, no-- -Tea?
No, I'm good. Thank you.
Are you alright, Miss Elena?
(Laughing)
Did I say funny?
Something funny.
-Something? -Hmm.
No. Yes, you did.
Uh, just nobody has asked me that in a long while...
if I'm fine.
You forget me?
No, I-- (Sighs)
Yeah. I-- I did. I just um--
I know you are cramming for a test next week.
I just-- I got distracted, but you're here now,
so let's do this.
I can't help you with this.
You know, I know-- I know nothing about science.
Do you wanna be a biologist?
You promise not to laugh.
Hmm.
I want to be a zoologist.
Why would I laugh at that?
KHALID: My dad make fun of me.
He says, "Animals are for eating not for looking."
Oh!
That is Libya and that is why there are no animals in zoos.
They're all dead.
How do you feed a lion
if there's no food to feed the people?
The people of Libya live in zoos now.
Once my English better,
I want to take biology class at college.
Do you think that's possible?
Yeah.
I don't see why not.
My wife want to be a veterinarian
uh, but we don't have enough money.
You're married?
Oh!
I don't know how I didn't ever notice that before.
Why isn't she in classes? Is she American?
No. No, she's in Tripoli.
I'm here, make money, I send back.
Her.
Oh, she's so beautiful!
Is this your daughter?
ELENA: What's her name?
-Apama. -Apama.
What does it mean?
Oh, she was born in uncertain times.
Uncertainty.
Yes.
Uncertainty.
I pass test, get better job, make more money,
and become citizen.
And call for them.
You guys can have a zoo.
And I clean the cages.
Yeah, your wife could be the vet.
(Chuckling)
You like my wife.
ELENA: Yeah.
She is very giving
and sweet like Miss Elena.
Oh, I don't know if I'm very sweet.
Being married makes you sour.
Uh, drinking helps.
(Chuckles)
(Speaking French)
¶
(Laughs)
¶
Oh!
¶ California you know, you know ¶
¶ All I'm waiting ¶
¶ For is ¶
¶ All I'm waiting ¶
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¶ All I'm waiting ¶
¶ For is ¶
(Laughing) ¶ You ¶
¶ In the moon ¶
¶ I'll be seeing you ¶
¶ In the moon ¶
¶ When I left did you notice ¶
¶ What I kept I'll have always ¶
¶ You know, you know, yeah ¶
¶ Thought of you in the darkness ¶
¶ Wrapped in blue is the heart ¶
¶ And you know, you know ¶
¶ All I'm waiting ¶
¶ For is ¶
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¶ All I'm waiting ¶
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(Sighs)
(Speaking French)
(Laughs)
Hmm.
Don't go.
I'm sorry.
I don't want you to go.
(Sighing)
You know what it is.
I don't know how you can say you're in love with me
and still be on Grindr or whatever else you're on.
What?
Yeah, I mean if we're gonna be together,
then why do you have to be on those apps?
Not even really hooking up, it's just friends.
Oh, friends.
RICKY: I have friends.
And I have people I have fucked.
Rarely are my friends people I fuck.
Oh, that's you.
RICKY: I think you're freaking out.
-Yeah? -Yes.
RAUL: Tell me.
Yeah, that if we're together and we commit for real,
I don't know you're scared that we're just gonna become friends
and not have sex.
Well, like you said your friends aren't people you fuck.
It is not all about sex, Raul.
But isn't it?
Cause that's how they see us, by the sex act,
by who we love.
That's who we are.
My dad did.
He kicked me out of the house at 16.
So yeah, that's what being gay means.
Look, I don't want you to go now like this.
Bye.
¶
Don't fucking drunk-dial my ass tonight at 2:00 a.m.!
Oh, you should be so fucking lucky!
(Door slams)
Where are you from?
Libya.
Oh yeah, that's some--
There's some Colonel Gaddafi shit, right?
Yeah.
(Glass shatters) (Elena grunting)
What'd I uh, what'd I tell you?
-I don't want no Muslims-- -He lives here now.
I don't want no Islamists in my house
or the spics you teach or the fags
or the Orientals or the crack whores.
Okay, Khalid, you better go, because--
Yeah, you better go, Khalid,
back to your desert wasteland where you fuck camels and shit.
Is it time for prayer now?
(Ululating)
Khalid, please, just go.
(Grunting)
I see you in class today?
LACH: No, fuck that shit.
She's not teaching a bunch of immigrants
how to speak American anymore.
You fucking need to learn that before you get on your boats
and come to our country where you take our jobs
and fuck fags in the ass.
I calling police.
Yeah, you go ahead and do that,
you little immigrant piece of shit,
cause I'm just gonna call immigration.
Yeah, that stops your little dirty Muslim ass now,
doesn't it?
I will get your Islamist ass deported
and send you back to Kuwait
or wherever the fuck it is you all come from.
Pakistan, Afghanistan, some fucking stan.
You're illegal.
Lach, you don't know what you're saying.
LACH: Shut up!
(Elena grunts) Khalid, please just go.
(Grunting)
Why are you sucking immigrant dick?
Smelly shit dick! (Yelling)
You know, they treat women like whores.
I mean that's why you like those
middle-eastern slave movies, huh? Huh?
Stop it, Lach! You're being ridiculous.
Yeah. I told you before
I don't want any of those fucktards
in my house and yet you still allow them in here.
I teach them, they pay me.
I told you I don't want these migrants here!
Please, don't do this.
You know, teaching is the one thing that I love.
Please, that's so...
Because you suck at everything else except sucking dick!
I mean you're a terrible mom, you have shit for brains!
No wonder you teach at some fucking Muslim Center
cause that's the only place
where there are people dumber than you are!
I don't even know how you got the fucking job.
You're such a stupid dumbass fuckin' bitch!
(Sobbing)
You know what? I am stupid I married you.
What did you say?
Stupid and dumb mean the same thing, asshole.
(Gasping)
(Spits)
(Laughing)
I'm sick of your shit!
You are not the man that I married.
You're just a stupid racist fucking bigot I know!
You're a terrible father to Alex.
(Yells)
I don't want him seein' your crazy shit anymore.
(sobbing) And you know what?
Those immigrants actually fucking contribute to society.
What do you do other than spend our money, and drink and--
and sit on your lazy fucking defeated ass all day, huh?
You're just scared-- (Grunts)
(Crying) (Grunts)
Fucking too scared to learn another trade
and get a new fucking job, huh?
You think those factories are coming back?
You think they're fucking coming back? They're not!
And neither am I!
-I'm not doing this anymore! -Doing what?
(Grunting)
Let go of me!
Being your punching bag!
You're just my whore who teaches the enemy.
LACH: They come here, they take our jobs,
and live off of our free Social Security.
We have nothing!
Which is it?
What?
(Grunting) What did you say?
If they've been living off our jobs, they can't always
be living off our free fucking Social Security,
you idiot, which is it?
(Screaming) (Glass shatters)
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(Spits)
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(Grunts)
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(Laughing)
(Indistinct conversation)
(Speaking French)
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¶ Drink and sing no matter what I thought you loved ¶
¶ You said enough, boy ¶
(Speaking in Spanish)
Dammit.
Don't be glum, chum.
(Chuckles) Hey.
We can figure this out tomorrow.
Plus, you'll never be alone.
(Chuckling) You got me!
(Ululating) (Laughing)
Come on, let's go dance.
Vamos! Vamos!
RAUL: Hey!
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(Sighing)
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(Glass clinking)
(Grunting)
Okay, mommy's gonna go inside for just one minute.
Just one minute, and then I'm gonna come out,
and we're gonna go to Grandma's, okay?
Okay?
A-- are you teaching?
No, mommy's not teaching today.
I'm-- look I'm just gonna go inside for one minute
and then I'm gonna come back out, okay?
Hey, okay?
But-- where is dad?
You're not gonna see him anymore, okay?
Do you understand me?
Your father is a motherfucking asshole!
I'm sorry.
Okay, I'm-- (Sighs)
I love you.
(Speaking French)
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(Speaking French)
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(Cheering)
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¶ We'll just the reason why ¶
¶ Ain't leaving, they can try ¶
¶ I just see your perfect eyes ¶
-Hey, have you seen Raul-- -No, man. Sorry, no.
Okay. ¶ Oh, oh ¶
(Indistinct whispering)
(Chuckling)
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(Laughing)
(Chuckling) (Phone vibrates)
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¶ Ain't leaving, they can try ¶
¶ I just see those perfect eyes ¶
¶ You need to stay here now ¶
¶ Oh ¶
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(Taking deep breaths)
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(Indistinct chatter)
Hey Miss Elena.
(Room gets quiet)
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(Gun Firing)
(Cheering)
(Speaking French)
(Gun Firing)
(Crowd yelling and screaming) (Gun Firing)
(Screaming)
(Gun fire)
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(Gun fire) (Gasping) Ooh!
(Gun Fire) TEACHER: Okay, calm down.
-Oh my God! -I don't know.
Uh, just stay calm, it's okay.
(Desk scraping) Miss!
It's okay. (Gun fire)
What was that?
(Indistinct yelling)
(Gunfire)
(Speaking French)
(Gunfire)
(Yelling)
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OPERATOR: 911, what's your emergency?
Yeah, hi, uh, my name is Elena Peterson and I'm calling from--
(Gun firing) (Gasps)
Did you hear that? Can you hear that?
Ma'am?
Um, I'm calling-- (Takes a deep breath)
Ma'am--
-Uh... -Where are you?
-Huh? -Ma'am, what is the address?
(Taking deep breaths) Um...
Um, it's-- it's 1--1211 Orange Drive.
Can you please just send someone fast?
Ma'am, someone's on their way. Are you alone?
(Grunting)
-Can you lock the door? - No, there's no locks.
Is there a way out?
No, we're in a classroom, there's no way out.
(Gunfire) (Screaming)
(Crying)
(Speaking French)
(Crying)
(Gunfire)
(Indistinct yelling)
OPERATOR: Ma'am, you must stay calm,
help is on the way.
(Takes a deep breath) I'm sorry.
You said anything?
How do you know that?
Is he-- is he trying to open the door?
(Gunfire)
He's in the next room.
(Shushing in distance)
No, he's in the next room, he's coming here next.
Ma'am, ma'am, try to stay on the line, please.
(Sobbing) Oh my God.
-Ma'am? -He's coming.
Ma'am, try to stay on the line, please.
Oh my God!
(Sobbing)
(Gun firing)
(Crowd yelling)
(Gunfire)
(Gun fire)
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(Gunfire)
(Sobbing)
(Door clicks)
Please.
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(Speaking French)
(Sobbing)
(Grunting)
(Gasping)
(Crowd yelling)
(Speaking French)
(Yelling)
(Sirens blaring)
(Indistinct radio chatter)
(Overlapping conversation)
(Indiscernible speech)
Somebody's shot over there in the corner.
(Indistinct speech)
Any injured?
Anybody injured? Anybody injured?
REPORTER: This is the scene that we're looking at now.
A place that helps immigrants and refugees
adjust to their new lives in America
became the scene of a massacre.
REPORTER: 13 people killed in Binghamton, New York.
A lone gunman appears to have walked into a building
uh, where people were preparing
to become citizens of the United States.
REPORTER: Dozens of people barricaded themselves
in the basement or in closets for safety
until police were finally able to enter the building.
As I said, just a few months ago,
and I said a few months before that,
and I said each time we see one of these mass shootings,
our thoughts and prayers are not enough.
It's not enough.
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