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NICOLE:|I remember most of 17.
I remember the day we met.
His smile, his touch.
You could be anywhere|when your life begins...
when the future|opens up in front of you...
and you may not even|realize it at first...
but it's already happening.
All right, guys,|let's roll, man.
- What, fool?|- Man!
I got some shit to do, man.
Fool, you always|got shit to do.
BOY: Man, you got to|learn how to kick it.
It's a beautiful day|on the beach, man.
Why, you afraid|of getting too brown?
Some fool might think|he's Mexican.
CARLOS: Shut up.
[ All talking at once ]
BOY: Hey, guys,|check it out, man.
Hey, hey, hey.|Look at the juanita.
ALL: Yeah! Whoo!
Come on, baby.
Hey, we got some trash|over here.
- It's starting to stink.|- Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, don't let me go.
- Should I drop him?|- Let me go, please.
Aah! Unh!
Yo! Hey, you all right?
BOY: Yeah, I'm all right.|Don't worry about me.
BOY: Whoo!
Yo, baby!
Hey, where you going?
Hey, hey, hey.
Let's go.
BOY: Hey, hey, hey.|You missed one.
[ Laughs ]
NICOLE: Thanks.|That's really helpful.
BOY: So, are you|a bad-ass gangster or what?
NICOLE: Something like that.
BOY: What'd you do,|stay up past your bedtime?
Nah, I'm just playing.|For real, what you doing?
- I robbed a 7-Eleven.|- What?
Yeah. Stay away.|I'm dangerous.
I'll mess you up.
BOY: Damn. My bad.
Man...
y'all always got|to follow me, man.
My name's Victor.|What's your name?
BOY: She don't care|what's your name.
- Nicole.|- Nice to meet you.
Carlos.
Hi, Carlos.
What's up?
BOY: Man, I was talking to her.|What you doing?
You know what?|I've seen you around.
Doubt it.
- You go to Pacific, right?|- Yeah.
BOY: Yo, rich girl.
[ Boys teasing ]
BOY: Rich girl.
MAN: Hey.
Hey, let's go. Come on.
Push on. You know, vamonos.
BOY: Vamonos? We only|talking to the girl, man.
- Vamonos. Now. Let's go.|- What's vamonos, man?
You know what it means.|Now let's go.
MAN: Just keep moving.
- I'll see you around. Bye.|- Yeah.
MAN: I just want you|to leave, all right?
Bye-bye.|Come on, keep moving.
Please, get out of here!
I want this all picked up--|all of it.
[ Train whistle blows ]
MRS. NUNEZ: Carlos.
Carlos.
[ Speaking Spanish ]
[ Carlos speaking Spanish ]
MRS. NUNEZ: OK.
Good morning, Mom.
[ Speaking Spanish ]
CARLOS: Yeah.
Thanks, Mom.
I don't want any more.
[ Speaking Spanish ]
Oh, yeah?
[ Singer rapping in Spanish ]
[ Woman singing in Spanish ]
[ Singer rapping in Spanish ]
[ Knock on door ]
ROSA: Miss Nicole,|it's time to get up.
I'm awake.
- Morning.|- Good morning.
ROSA:|Are you taking lunch today?
NICOLE:|No, I'm going to buy.
[ Baby cries ]
COURTNEY: Rosa?
Rosa?
ROSA: Yes, Mrs. Courtney?
Did Morgan have|any dairy yesterday?
No.
Because she has a little rash|right here, you see?
ROSA: No dairy.
COURTNEY: I'm not accusing you.|I'm just asking.
ROSA: No dairy. Only soy.
- No dairy.|- No. No dairy.
OK.
TV: You whale.|You have a spout. Ha ha!
Mmm.
Nicole, you're not supposed|to watch TV in the morning.
Are you going to change|for school?
- Mrs. Courtney?|- Yeah.
- Mr. Oakley.|- Oh, OK.
Hi, sweetie. Yeah.
Oh, no, she's got|a little rash on her back...
so it's a little crazy.
Yeah. We're going to go|to Dr. Benniman's office.
I'll call you|from there, then.
Yes, I love you, too.|I Love you.
Oh, Nicole is here.
Do you want to say|something to her?
Bye.
He's late for a meeting.
[ Kisses ]|Come on, sweetie.
We'll go to the doctor|and get your rash all better.
[ Tires squeal ]
[ Car honks horn ]
MADDY: What's|the evil step mom's problem?
NICOLE: Oh, major crisis.|Morgan has a rash.
MADDY: Oh, my God.|Where's the ambulance?
WOMAN SINGING: Today
Like any day
Rolled out of bed
Talked on the telephone
Went to the doctor
She said, you're OK
Still, I wonder
Who am I?
MADDY:|Oh, that's just great.
[ Singing ]|Who am I?
[ Coughs ]
Oh.
Who am I?
Today
In the air
On the water
Ships pass you by
Clouds fantasize
Driving shapes|across the sky
Wondering why
[ Laughs ]|Oh, my God.
Who am I?
Oops.|[ Turns off music ]
MADDY: Hi.
NICOLE: Oh, God.|I hate this place.
MADDY: Yeah.|I'm already up for ditching.
For sure.
NICOLE: Shit sucks.
NARRATOR: Shakespeare was,|in many ways...
ahead of his time.
He had|psychological depth...
that is only|in this century...
beginning to be|fully understood.
[ Sighs ]
- Yes?|- Bathroom?
- Me, too.|- Take a pass.
Oh, thank you.
NARRATOR: Both at a time|when only a queen...
TEACHER: All right,|so the British are trying...
to reestablish authority|over their precious colonies.
It's as if|they're trying to assert...
a right that|they couldn't quite exert.
Assert and exert.
Anybody know the difference|between assert and exert?
What does it mean|in this case?
Anybody?
CARLOS: It means|they could write the laws...
but they couldn't enforce them|from 3,000 miles away.
TEACHER: Bingo, Carlos.
They're 3,000 miles away...
and they're trying|to establish their authority...
over their colonies.
They are trying|to reestablish...
their mercantilist|philosophy...
which was,|"We got colonies...
"and we're here to milk them."
How were they doing this?
Well, Grenville,|the man in charge...
under George the Third...
[ Radio playing ]
ALL: Once in a house|on a hill
A boy got angry
He broke into my heart
So I came down the hill
Of course I was hurt
But then|I started to think
It shouldn't hurt me|to be free
It's what I really need
To pull myself together
But if it's so good|being free
What you are telling me
Why I don't know|what to do with myself
Hey!
NICOLE: Hey, come here.
I got to get back to class.
NICOLE: No.|Come meet my friends.
MADDY: Hi.
NICOLE: Come on.|What, are you scared?
NICOLE: It's Carlos, right?
Right.
Break me off some of that shit.
- This is Maddy.|- Hi.
- Hi.|- That's Lainie.
- Hi.|- Foster.
- Curtis is in the tree.|- What's up, man?
Carlos and I met when I was|giving back to the community.
MADDY: He was on|the chain gang with you?
- No. [ Chuckles ]|- Just an innocent bystander.
- You want some?|- Nah, that's OK.
Come on,|it's good for you.
Trust me.
RADIO: So I loved the boy
No one could ever forget
[ Laughter ]
Damn!
- With a kick.|- What's in this?
- Incoming, you guys.|- Oh, shit. Give me this.
CARLOS: What's going on?
KANE: Hey.
Well, what do you know?
My all-time favorite people|in the world to bust.
- Hello, Mr. Kane.|- How's it going?
Hey, this is|a student Council meeting.
KANE: You know what?|You need to get back to class.
FOSTER: I got too much stress|in my Life.
We got to take a break,|or we'll pop.
MADDY: Ask the mental|health center people.
They told us to take breaks.
What is this?|Who's this belong to?
Not us.
You don't know anything|about this, right?
I got a pass.
What, a drinking pass?
KANE: You guys, let's go.|Clear out.
Hey! Aah!
MAN: Hey! Hey! Guys!
Cut it out.|Come on, this is detention.
NICOLE: Hey.
This is how we first met.
What?
Picking up trash.
Just let me do the work, OK?
Sure.
QUARTERBACK: 3, 2, hut!
You got it!
[ Whistle blows ]
MAN: Good job.
- Carlos.|- What?
- I'm sorry.|- Yeah, well, so am I.
No, I really am.|Come on, it's just detention.
You're not going|to be scarred for life.
You may even still|get into college.
Look, you guys play around|at being bad-ass...
which is cool. Whatever.
But it's not like that|for me.
I get on this bus...
this piece of shit,|stinking bus...
two hours each way,|just to be here.
So if I wanted to screw up,|I'd do it at my home school...
because I'd get|a hell of a lot more sleep.
But I'm here, OK?
I'm here because|I really want to be here.
And you,|you're here because...
Why are you here,|if it's such a big joke to you?
I don't know.|Ask my father.
What?
Nothing.
[ Sighs ]
Why were you on the beach?
Beach?
You didn't rob any 7-Eleven.
Oh.
DUI. I got stopped|coming home from a club.
Damn, that's pretty stupid.
Yeah. Didn't seem stupid|at the time.
Then again, I was wasted.
I don't know, man.|Just don't play me, OK?
I won't play you.
I don't want to be played.
OK. I won't.|I'm not going to play you.
OK?
NICOLE: I promise.
Aw, come on!
You're supposed to drop back|into coverage, Lucky!
And don't give him|a free release on the inside!
Nunez, where the hell|you been?
- Detention, sir.|- Detention?
You pay me back|after practice.
You give me an hour|in that weight room.
Let's go!|On the ball!
All right, man,|I'm outta here, bro.
We're not supposed|to leave until 6:30.
Dude, there's no one here.|We can leave whenever.
[ Scoffs ]|Aw, you're a trip, Nunez.
See you later, homey.
Damn.
[ Singer rapping in Spanish ]
[ Speaking Spanish ]
CARLOS: Missed the bus.
[ Speaking Spanish ]
[ Speaking Spanish ]
Detention.
It's no big deal, Mom.
[ Singer rapping ]
MADDY: All right. I got it.
No. I got it.
[ Turns off music ]
OK. Let me just talk|to my girl...
and I'll call you right back.
OK. Bye.
Uhh!|OK, here's the plan.
Derek knows this party|in the Colony...
but he's not exactly invited.
But he thinks that if|he hooks up with us...
whoa--that we can|for sure get in...
because we're just|so irresistible.
NICOLE: You know,|there's a football game.
A what?
A football game.
I heard you.|The Pacific game?
- Yeah.|- Football?
What? It'll be fun|for a goof. Come on.
Oh, my God.|You're so obvious.
What?
- What?|- What?
What am I obvious about?
- Slut.|- Shut up.
MADDY:|Can I have two, please?
NICOLE: Two.|Two, two, two..
We did not wear our blue.
Oh, shit.|I forgot to wear anything.
[ Both laugh ]
Offense, offense!|Here we go!
Oh! My bad.
[ Cheerleaders cheering ]
[ Laughs ] Boom, boom!
CHEERLEADERS:|Boom, boom, what up?
Boom, boom, what up?
[ Singer rapping ]
Let's go. Let's go.
TEAM: 1, 2, 3, go!
MAN ON P.A.: Nunez,|number 32, on the field.
Nunez with the ball.
Unh!
Whoo!
NICOLE: [ Trills ] Whoo!
MAN ON P.A.:|Number 32, Carlos Nunez,
with the reception.
Come on!
PLAYER: Hell, yeah!
[ Blows whistle ]
[ Shouting ]
Whoo! Yes!
If you tell anybody|I just did that...
I'm going to kill you.
- I will.|- OK.
PLAYER: Oh, yes!|We did it, baby!
Nice seeing you, now.
[ Yelling ]
Way to go, Nunez.|You got a lot of heart, baby.
That's meat, baby.|You know it.
And you know it.
PLAYER: Yes!
You need|a ride to Carmen's, bro?
What's happening at Carmen's?
Hey, free cerveza,|free food.
Maybe some other free stuff,|you know what I'm saying?
BOY: You faked|that guy out so bad...
when he hit the ground,|I could've swore...
he sitting on himself.
Hey, he didn't see nothing|but your ass cheeks, man.
Good game, you guys,|all right?
Hey, all right, Coach.
COACH: Try to stay|out of trouble.
BOY: Hey, stay out|of the strip club, man.
[ Rock music playing ]
BOY: Man, you like that,|don't you?
NICOLE:|Come here, hot stuff!
[ Laughs ]
BOY: Hey, say hello|to your wife, Coach.
I'll see you guys later.
Hey, where are you|going, man?
I'll see you guys later.
You ain't hanging out with us?|What's up?
Hell, man,|we just won the game.
See you later.
BOY: Oh, you got to be|kidding me.
[ Muttering ]
MADDY: Hi.
You guys come to get me|in trouble again?
Uh, no.|We're off-duty.
We're not troublemakers.|We're innocent.
- Yeah.|- Look at our faces.
Don't we look innocent|together?
So, what'd you think|of the game?
What game?
It's going to be like that, huh?
So, what are you|doing tonight?
I got to catch the bus.|I got work tomorrow.
- Aww.|- That sucks.
Hey, we can take you home.
- It's far.|- Come on.
We'll take you wherever|you want to go.
[ Rock music playing ]
[ Both scream ]
Carlos,|which way am I going?
Just grab the 10.
- What?|- The 10.
- 10 what?|- 10 freeway!
RADIO: Know when I'm rolling,|the trick is to keep it going
Flowing over nobody,|not knowing my head swollen
Who can control it, if you|try to say it's heartbroken
Looking for me, and I swear|it's in a careless motion
All the way down|by the pound
The shit you read about,|a nice, round figure
Anyone can figure out
And everything's for nothing|if you're willing to try
You got to make it,|you got to try to stay high
'Cause everybody|is in on something else
You gotta, you gotta find out|who and what it is
[ Tires squealing ]
[ Music stops ]
MADDY: God, dude,|could you live any further?
I told you it was far.
You wanted to take me.|Damn.
NICOLE: Maddy's never been|east of La Brea.
Shut up, dude.|You think you're down...
because you scored weed|in Pico Union one time?
NICOLE: I'm telling you,|it was twice.
MADDY: One time.
Two times, bitch.
Two times.
- Are you OK?|- Yeah, I'm fine.
[ Laughs ]
I didn't say|you could touch that.
- Oh, yeah?|- Yeah.
Well, what can I touch?
CARLOS:|What can you touch?
- Oh, come on, Carlos.|- Whoa, slow down.
- Why?|- Chill, girl.
Hey, you guys.
Damn,|that feels good, but...
NICOLE: But what?
You guys!
- I like you.|- I like you, too.
MADDY: You guys.|Are you guys hungry?
Because I'm starving.
CARLOS: There's a place|right up the street.
NICOLE: Oh, yeah?
There's a place|right up the street.
[ Laughs ]
CARLOS: Keep going.|It's to the right.
NICOLE: Don't crash.
CARLOS: Watch it!
[ Brakes squeal ]
- Whoo!|- Hey!
[ Both laugh ]
MAN: You guys all right?
CARLOS: I don't know, man.|She's on drugs.
NICOLE: Ow!
Ow, I hurt.
Love me, I hurt.
MADDY: Baby.
NICOLE: Will you pick me up?|Pick me up.
I want to be carried.
CARLOS: I'll carry her|to the Taco Shack.
[ Music playing ]
CARLOS: Don't mind her.
MADDY:|Oh, this is so cool.
NICOLE: Oh, my God,|I love this place.
- Put me down.|- All right.
MADDY: Whoo!
Whoo! Whoo!
Aw! Ow!
[ Nicole and Maddy laugh ]
MAN: Whoo!
Whenever you're ready, guys.
NICOLE:|Come on, Carlos. Come on.
You want to dance with me?
CARLOS:|I'm not much of a dancer.
[ Crowd yelling in Spanish ]
MADDY: Yeah, daddy.
WOMAN: Damn, girl.
You guys are crazy.
Oh, man.
WOMAN: Whoo!
How did I|get involved in this?
Oh, yeah!
Gracias.
CARLOS:|All right. Excuse me.
May I help you?
- Tacos.|- You want a taco?
Burritos. Tacos. Tacos.
All right,|we'll take six tacos.
- No. Spanish.|- She speaks English.
NICOLE: Espanol, por favor.
[ Speaking Spanish ]
You like that?
[ Imitating Carlos ]
MADDY: Spanish is hot.
Ohh.
WOMAN: And to drink?
NICOLE: Mmm.
This is, like,|the best food I've ever had.
MADDY: I know. Thank you.
OK, where do I go pee at?|Whoa.
Hey, you know what?|You're shit out of luck.
Shut up.
There ain't no bathrooms|around here.
Fine. I'll just|pop a squat somewhere.
CARLOS: There's|no bathrooms around here.
MADDY: Please come with me.|Come with me.
CARLOS: Are you serious?
MADDY: Yes.|I have to go so bad.
You're going to pop a squat?
- Where?|- Anywhere.
All right,|just go down there.
MADDY: No way.|This is, like, Rapes Are Us.
CARLOS: No, it's not.|Just go down there.
- You're coming with me.|- Look, it's dark.
CARLOS: All right.|We're going.
MADDY: This sucks.
Don't look.
[ Carlos laughs ]
MADDY:|Oh...oh, my God.
NICOLE: I really want|to kiss you right now.
CARLOS: I really|want to kiss you, too.
When the time is right.
So you just let me know|when the time is right.
OK.
MADDY: Oh!
You guys, I'm all done.
Drip-dry. Unh.
MADDY:|Oh, get a hotel room.
[ Helicopter passes ]
Oh.
Man...
[ Maddy laughs ]
[ Rock music playing ]
Is that 'Los?
Yeah, that's|your brother, man.
MADDY:|Sorry. Hey, guys.
BOY:|Hey, that's the trash girl.
That's right, baby.
Ah ha. Trash girl.
- What's up?|- What's up, man?
- What's going on?|- Just getting a ride home.
So who's this, homes?
I'm Nicole.
- How you doing, Nicole?|- Good.
Hi, I'm Maddy.|Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you, Maddy.
So, where'd he find you guys?
You get assigned a white girl|when you go to Pacific.
How generous.
And Carlos is so cute|he got two.
HECTOR: How generous.|How can a brother be down?
Looks run in the family, mija.|What's up with my brother?
You got to go to Pacific.
[ Speaking Spanish ]
- Good luck, homes.|- Hi, Mom.
This is Nicole and Maddy.
- Hi.|- Hi.
[ Speaking Spanish ]
[ Speaking Spanish ]
MADDY: Hmm.
Sorry about that.|She's kind of pissed.
It's OK.|I'll see you at school.
MADDY:|Let's get out of here.
- Thanks for the ride.|- Sure.
- Good-bye.|- Bye.
[ Rock music playing ]
HECTOR: Get your ass inside.|Hurry up.
Moms is calling you.
MADDY: Now where the hell's|the freeway?
MADDY: Bye.
[ Tires squeal ]
[ Speaking Spanish ]
Just friends.
[ Speaking Spanish ]
I mean, everybody|drinks but me, Mom.
[ Speaking Spanish ]
Come on, Mom.|That's not going to happen.
I'm not going to die.|I'm not going to jail.
[ Alarm beeping ]
[ School bell rings ]
MADDY: There's some|very interesting rumors...
going around|about Friday night.
Oh, really?
I heard the word "furpile"|more than once.
I did nothing|to discourage these rumors.
Ow! Watch where you're going,|stupid bitch.
What's your problem?
You're my problem.
Hey, it's all good.|She didn't mean to--
Stay out of it.|What are you looking at?
- Nothing.|- You better not.
- Sorry.|- Yeah, you better be.
[ Speaking Spanish ]
Looks like the home girls|aren't down with you.
- Hey!|- Hey.
NICOLE:|What are you doing here?
CARLOS: Looking for you.
- Oh, yeah?|- Yeah.
Maddy told me|you were in here.
Oh, she did, did she?
Am I not allowed?
Sorry about the other night.|I was a little wasted.
CARLOS: Yes, you were.
NICOLE: Ho, ho... ho.
So, what happened?
You don't remember?
Kind of.
NICOLE: It's not done yet.
CARLOS:|You cut his head off.
Hey, in here, I'm in charge.
Your world?
NICOLE: Yeah.
You take it to a lab,|they just do the obvious.
I like to play with it--
cut out what I don't like...
distort...magnify.
CARLOS: Playing God, huh?
NICOLE: Just playing.
So, can I see some more?
If you want.
KANE: Hey, kids,|what's going on in here?
This is not a make-out room.|Come on.
NICOLE:|I'll see you later.
MAN SINGING: A sunrise|over a dusty hill full of
Full of wallflowers
And I think to myself
I am the same
I met my baby|by the station
And she said
Can I help you|with some information?
'Cause your train gets out|at a quarter to 5:00
But you hang a while
And you and I|can get funky
To the rhythm|of the choo-choo train
Dancing|in the pouring rain
I found myself
In the most beautiful|situation
A feeling|I can't describe
Ooh,|how she gave me love
Oh, how she gave me love
Oh, how she gave me love
- Rosa, this is Carlos.|- Hi.
I said,|oh, how she gave me love
Oh, how she gave me love
Oh, how she gave me love
[ Music stops ]
What?
Aren't you|going to lock the door?
No.
CARLOS: I don't have any...
It's OK.
It's not OK.
Don't move.
- Hey, Rosa.|- Hi.
- Bye, Rosa.|- Bye.
- Oh, shit.|- What? What's wrong?
- Who's that?|- What?
- That guy right there.|- My dad.
- It's OK.|- He's right there.
He doesn't care.|I can do anything.
I've got a condom.|He'd be so proud.
I'm serious.
He'd be thrilled|I'm sleeping with you.
A person of color|in his daughter's bed.
[ Laughs ]
Man, you're crazy.
You're beautiful.
OK.
But can I do one more thing?
What?
I want to kiss you|one more time.
[ Gasps ]
[ Giggling ]|Where are you?
TOM: Hi, there.
Who's the princess|on the floor, huh?
Nicole, please|do not park your car...
in the motor court|because it drips oil everywhere.
TOM: We just came|from a dance show--
- Dance recital.|- You look pretty.
TOM: So...
COURTNEY: Oh, be careful.
You're going to mess up|the costume.
I really want to keep|this dress neat.
MORGAN: Mommy.
COURTNEY: Thank you.
TOM:|Hi, there. Tom Oakley.
Carlos Nunez. Hi.
How are you?|You're Rosa's nephew?
NICOLE: No, Dad. Carlos and I|go to school together.
TOM:|Oh, you're a senior, too.
Yes, sir.|Just finishing up.
That's wonderful.
Do you have any plans|for next year?
Dad, don't interrogate him.
I'm not interrogating him.
That's OK.
I'm applying|to the Naval Academy.
Annapolis?
That's impressive.|That's a tough school.
Yes, sir.|I want to be a pilot.
A pilot?
The Naval fliers are supposed|to be the best in the world.
Well, you'll get|a great education there...
no matter what|you decide to do.
Good to see|someone with a plan.
[ Sighs ]
TOM:|So, who's sponsoring you?
Well, I've written|to Roy Ball--
TOM: Oh, yeah? Lucy?
CARLOS: Yeah, but|she hasn't responded yet.
TOM: Yeah, well,|she's still tied up...
with that INS fiasco...
and she probably won't get to it|before Thanksgiving.
So, why didn't you|write to me?
Tom Oakley.
Oakley? Right.
I mean,|she didn't even tell me.
Nicole didn't tell you|I was a congressman?
Nicole didn't think|it was relevant.
Actually,|I think I did write to you.
Oh? What'd I say?
No word yet, sir.
Well, I'm sorry about that.
Maria probably hasn't gotten|to my stack yet, either.
COURTNEY: Tom? Morgan wants|to eat with her daddy.
- Can you hurry?|- OK.
TOM: Here. Why don't you|call the office...
and we'll set up a meeting?
You can come in,|tell me all about yourself...
and I'll see what I do.
CARLOS: Thank you, sir.
Say, why don't you two|stay for dinner?
Rosa's cooking up her famous|stuffed chile rellenos.
"Rellenos" means "stuffed."
Thank you, Nicole.
And we can't stay.
TOM:|Perhaps another time, then.
Glad to meet you, Carlos.
Nice to meet you, too, sir.
Take care.
NICOLE:|God, I hate when he pulls that.
CARLOS: Pulls what?
NICOLE: That act. "Oh, I used|to march with Cesar Chavez."
"Oh, I'm every poor man's|best friend."
- It's so fake.|- He seemed cool.
"Stay for dinner.|We're having chile rellenos."
"Did I show you|my electric car?"
And what about you?|"Yes, sir. No, sir."
What is that?
You don't have to do that|around him.
CARLOS:|I was raised to do that.
It's not some act.
Fine.
Why didn't you tell me|who your father was?
I don't go around advertising|my father's profession.
I didn't think it mattered.
- It does matter.|- Why?
Do you know how hard it is|to get these guys...
to sit down|and read your letter?
Or pick you out of a hundred|guys exactly like you?
Well, mission accomplished.
You got your meeting...
and you didn't even|have to sleep with me.
Lucky you.
I'm sorry.
I just...
that was just weird.
I'm sorry|we were interrupted.
Another time?
Hmm. If you're lucky.
[ Both laugh ]
So, Pilot Nunez, huh?
Well, we'll see.
What do you mean?
I've never even been in one.
In what?
A plane.
You're joking.
You've never been|in a plane before?
No.
Oh, my God. That's cute.
- Cute.|- It is.
I had a good time today.
Me, too.
MADDY: So, anyways,|Brian's been AWOL...
for, like, four days.
He hasn't called.
He totally changed|his cell phone.
NICOLE: What are you|going to do if he calls?
MADDY: I don't know.
What would Jesus do?
[ Both laugh ]
Seriously. Remember when|I went code blue on that EPT...
and he freaked out because|he thought I'd tell his wife?
Like, that guy|so can't handle pressure.
- I'm sure he's just--|- Carlos.
Leave your best friend right|when she's baring her soul.
NICOLE: Hey.
CARLOS: Hey.
- How's it going?|- Good.
NICOLE: You busy Saturday?
CARLOS: Yeah. I've got to work|in my uncle's shop.
Too bad.
What?
I just thought we could|have some fun together.
Oh, man, I don't know.
Come on.|My dad's not invited, Carlos.
Just you and me.
I don't know.|It's just my uncle needed me.
Yeah. I promise, promise,|promise you...
a very satisfying experience.
You won't be disappointed.
CARLOS: Mmm, OK.
I got you.
- No peeking.|- I'm not.
[ Both laugh ]
Hold on.
OK, now you can look.
CARLOS: Whoa.
Want to join the Mile-High Club?
What?
I'm kidding.
NICOLE: Whoo!
Here we go.
NICOLE: Aah!
[ Laughing ]
MAN SINGING: We stand
To lose
Every color from the sky
Then crawl
As a child
CARLOS:|So, can I take over?
PILOT: Sure.|Go ahead. It's yours.
NICOLE: Oh, God,|you're letting him take over?
Ohh.
There's no longer shine
On this bird of prey
PILOT: You're doing great.
He's going|in the Naval Academy.
- All right.|- Maybe.
I haven't been accepted yet.
How many hours have you logged?
- None.|- None?
He's a natural.
You mean in an actual plane?
PILOT: In a real plane.|How many hours you got?
CARLOS: None.
I have a flight simulator|at school.
Oh, a flight simulator.|Like a chair pilot.
CARLOS: Pretty much.
PILOT: Yeah, all right.
Can I do a Lazy 8?
It's your airplane.|Go ahead.
What's a Lazy 8?
PILOT:|Start it to the right.
NICOLE: Oh, my God!
Oh!
CARLOS: Ha, ha, ha!
PILOT: Go ahead. Turn it|back to the left a little.
I can say|you're doing a good job.
CARLOS: I'm loving it.
Look at me.
I'm busy. Wait.
Whoo!
Oh, my God.|I can see my house.
- Where?|- Do you see it?
NICOLE: Right there.
CARLOS:|Want me to drop you off?
[ Both laugh ]
Thank you.
PILOT: And back around|to the left.
It's a disease|of the week benefit.
They have to stay|until he's shaken the hand...
of every person in the room.
We got until|at least midnight.
We is all alone.
[ Laughs ]|What'd you do?
Made it Carlos friendly.
WOMAN SINGING:|I want to believe in
I want to believe in us
When everything is wrong
Will you come through?
Come through
Not what I thought|it'd be like.
CARLOS: No?
Mm-mmm.
But you thought about it?
Yeah.
[ Both laugh ]
Look how good our skin looks|next to each other.
NICOLE: It's beautiful.
CARLOS: Hmm.
CARLOS: Who's that?
Oh. My mom.
She lives in Virginia.
She's married|to some dermatologist...
and the guy's home|at 6:00 every night.
It's a big plus for my mom.
When she was married|to my dad...
he was always running around|trying to save the world.
No time for his family.
She left when I was 12.
But it's good for my dad,|he got to marry Courtney...
and she's flush with cash|from her first marriage.
My dad left when I was five.
He couldn't hack it here,|so he went back to Mexico.
I don't even have|pictures of him.
You mad at him?
I hardly even think about him.
I got plenty of parent|in my mom.
I got to go.
No, you don't.|You got to stay.
No. My mother's going|to kill me if I'm late.
NICOLE: Tell her you're staying|at a friend's house.
What friend?
I don't care. Make one up.
[ Both laugh ]
I'm not letting you leave.
MAN SINGING:|When you hold me
Like you do
It feels so right
Drawn out
I start to forget
How my heart gets torn
When that hurt gets thrown
Feeling like I can't go on
Turning in circles
Time and again
NICOLE: Where are you going?
CARLOS: I got to go.
NICOLE:|No. Stay. I'll drive you.
CARLOS: Shh.
Got to know
For sure
'Cause|it takes something
More this time
Than sweet, sweet lies
Drawn out
Before I open up my arms
And fall
Losing all control
Every dream inside my soul
This year's loving
It'll last
'Cause who's to worry
If our hearts get torn
When that hurt gets thrown
Don't you know|this life goes on?
Won't you kiss me
On that midnight sleep?
Sweep me off my feet
Singing ain't this life|so sweet
This year's loving
It'll last
This year's loving
It'll last
This year's loving
It'll last
This year's loving
It'll last
This year's loving
It'll last
Whoa, ah, yeah
This year's loving
It'll last
[ Laughing ]
CARLOS: I can't believe|I just did that.
NICOLE: Ah.
CARLOS:|What am I doing with you?
I don't know.
What are you doing with me?
It's just a question.
[ Laughs ]
Look what you just|got me to do.
Ha ha!|I don't know, man.
When I'm with you, I never know|what's going to happen.
It's weird because my life|is so planned out, you know?
I don't know.
It's like you don't care|what people think...
and when I'm with you...
you kind of make me|not care what people think.
You know what I'm saying?
I know what you're saying.
I don't know.
And that dimple--
I love that dimple.
- I grew it myself.|- You did?
[ Laughs ]
SINGING:|What does he need?
What does he need?
What does he need?
[ Man speaking Spanish ]
Remember us?
- What's up, fool?|- What's up?
[ Singer rapping ]
What does he need?
BOY: Mmm. Damn.
BOY: That's the shape.
BOY: Uh-huh.|That's my wife.
She could be my mommy|any day.
She could spank me...
Ooh.
That's what|I'm talking about.
Hey, what's up?
She got more|bounce to the ounce.
Hey, guys,|just chill, all right?
Chill, dawg. Chill.
[ All talking at once ]
Chill, dawg.|Man, there's people around.
What, we ain't Westside|enough for you?
- You want us to whiten up?|- Kick back.
BOY: Look at this fool.
He's all about|the white girl now.
I worry about this fella.
I put this fella|on his ass on Friday.
[ All talking at once ]
You playing defense|now or what?
I'm going both ways.|I'll make you eat dirt.
That's what I'm going to do.
DAVIS: Hey, Carlos, man,|what's up, bro?
What's up, guys?
These your homeys?
[ Laughs ]
BOY: Homeys?
[ Laughter ]
Yo, what's so funny, G?
BOY: I ain't your G, man.
DA VIS: Yo, what's up|with the attitude, bro?
What's with what?
Dude, you need to chill, bro.
I'm not some banger|looking to throw down.
Then sit the fuck down, bitch.
Hey, guys, chill.
Whoa.|This isn't brown town, bro.
Hey, guys,|just chill, man.
I'll call INS on your ass.
CARLOS:|Hey, guys, kick back.
BOY: Oh, man.
[ People yelling ]
Get off.
Get off me, man.|I want to kick this guy's ass.
[ Yelling ]
I'm going to kill you!
Are you going|to clean this mess up...
or is your dad|going to come do it?
Hey, go home!
Leave, buddy!|Go back to Burritoville!
[ Tires squeal ]
[ Siren ]
[ Mrs. Nunez speaking Spanish ]
CARLOS: Not right now, Mom.
Just leave me alone,|all right?
[ Speaking Spanish ]
I'm sick of you|always on my ass!
I don't need any more|sacrifices from you, OK?
Just worry about|your own goddamn life.
- 'Los!|- What?
Don't disrespect Moms|like that, fool.
Are you going to tell me|how to talk?
HECTOR: You know what?|Mom. Por favor.
Let me tell you|something, homes.
She busts her ass|every day at a shit job...
for you, not for me.|Every day!
You owe it to her to make|something of yourself.
What, because you didn't?|Huh?
MRS. NUNEZ:|Carlos. Hector.
[ Speaking Spanish ]
Yeah. You're right.|You got it.
Let me tell you|something,'Los.
I'm not like you, fool.
I'm not as smart as you.|I'm not as fast as you.
You got something|that I never had--
the opportunity to be|whatever the hell you want.
You can be a pilot.
You can be a congressman.|Whatever you want.
And for you to just throw that|away for that white girl...
that's nothing but...|[ Speaking Spanish ]
and I'm not going|to sit around...
and let you do that shit|to yourself...
or to Moms anymore,|you understand?
Look at me, ese.|[ Speaking Spanish ]
[ Door slams ]
CARLOS: Nicole.
Nicole. Look up.
NICOLE: What?
CARLOS: We got to go.
Shit.
What?
What's the date today?
Today?
- Is today the 17th?|- I don't know.
- Shit!|- What?
The meeting with your father--|I completely forgot about it.
Don't worry.|You can reschedule it.
I shouldn't have|gone to the beach.
- Don't worry. It's OK.|- No, it's not.
Damn. I can't believe|I missed it.
[ Brakes squeal ]
[ People chattering,|music playing ]
I'll see you later.
- You don't want me to come in?|- It's going to be boring.
It's just family|and cake and stuff.
Oh.
All right.
No, that's OK.|You don't want me to.
CARLOS: Just hurry up.|[ Taps car ] We're late.
I wish I would've known--
CARLOS: Come on!
[ Man singing in Spanish,|people chattering ]
[ Photographer speaking Spanish ]
Hey, that's OK.
And a "Cheese."
[ Speaking Spanish ]
Come here, fool.
Where you been, man?|It's my sister's birthday party.
Lost track of time, dawg.
Carlos...
[ Speaking Spanish ]
I lost track of time, Mom.
You remember Nicole, right?
Hi. [ Speaking Spanish ]
Ooh!
CARLOS: Shut up.
I'll be back in a minute.
God damn.
You're a fool, you know?
[ All speaking Spanish ]
- Hi. Happy birthday.|- Hi.
Thank you.
MRS. NUNEZ: Perfecto.
NICOLE:|Can I help with anything?
No, it's OK.
[ Sighs ]
[ Turns on water ]
Oh.
[ Turns off water ]
[ Knock on door ]
One second.
[ Music playing loudly ]
LUZ: Ahh.|You know I like it buff.
[ Laughing ]
LUZ: Yeah.|You know you miss me.
What?
NICOLE: Hey.
Oh. Hey.
- Where'd you go?|- I went to change.
Oh.|Thanks for telling me.
Sorry.|Luz, this is Nicole.
Nicole, Luz.
- Hi.|- Hey.
I like your dress.
Thanks. So, you guys|go to school together?
Yeah.|We go to P.H. together.
LUZ: Oh. That's nice.
And you share|the same class or what?
CARLOS: No. [ Laughs ]
No.
LUZ: Yeah.|Let's go say hi to my mom.
CARLOS: All right. Come on.
NICOLE: I'm hot. I'm gonna go|outside for a second.
- Come on.|- It's OK.
[ Speaking Spanish ]
[ Starts engine ]
[ Tires squeal ]
[ Car alarm blaring ]
[ Horn honking ]
[ Telephone ringing ]
What?!
OK. Hold on.
Yo,'Los, it's for you, man.
Hello?
Where'd you go?
[ Knocking ]
[ Nicole sighs ]
CARLOS: What happened?|Why'd you leave?
NICOLE: I'm so stupid.
I don't know what|I was thinking coming there.
I'm sorry.
I should have told you|it was gonna be like that.
That it was so formal.
No. It wasn't that.
Just seeing you with|your family and friends...
and with that girl.
She's just a friend.
I don't care.
You should be able to do|whatever you want.
I do what I want to do.
Oh, God.
Look at me, I'm pathetic!
I hate myself.
What are you talking about?
What?
[ Nicole sighs ]
It's just...
[ Sighs ]
What?
What?
I just...
I think I'm in love with you.
I'm sorry.
Now I've weirded you out.|I'm sorry.
No. I--
Don't say anything.|It's OK.
It's OK.
MARIA:|That's correct, sir.
He's leaving for|Washington, D.C. in five days.
Mm-hmm.
Uh, well...
No, he really doesn't have|any other appointments.
I would stick with|that one. Mm-hmm.
Certainly, sir. Take care.
[ Telephone rings ]|Yes.
Yes, he is.
Mr. Nunez?|He's ready for you.
TOM: Yeah.|I have it right here.
I think. What is it?|A kid...
for Gloria, right?
Well, we start|with the Bienvenidos...
and then the Red Cross thing.
Right?
And then--You know, hon?
I have a meeting|I need to start right now.
Why don't we meet|at King at 2:30?
OK?
Well, you tell me then.|All right. Bye-bye.
Hey, Carlos.|Glad you could make it.
How are you?
OK. How are you?
CARLOS: You know Carter?
TOM: Oh, yeah, yeah.
You ever work for|Habitat for Humanity?
- No.|- It's a good project.
We got 25 houses up|in one Easter weekend.
And you know Father Boyle?
CARLOS:|Yeah. I've heard of him.
He's an amazing man.|Sit down.
We spent some time|in Boyle Heights.
It's a tough neighborhood, huh?
CARLOS: Yes, sir.
TOM: I imagine you've seen|your share of friends...
sucked into "la vida loca."
Yeah.
- Not just a Ricky Martin song.|- No, sir.
TOM: So, what happened?
CARLOS: Uh, what happened?
TOM: We were supposed to have|a meeting last week.
CARLOS: I don't know.
I got the bus schedule|all screwed up...
and it was too late.
You could have called|to say you weren't coming.
I--I did call.
Maybe she just didn't get you|the message. The lady.
Maria!
TOM: Maria!
[ Sighs ]
MARIA: Yes?
Did Mr. Nunez call last week|to say he wasn't coming in?
MARIA: Not to me.|Should I ask Sandy?
TOM: No, that's OK.
[ Tom sighs ]
I'm more than happy|to use my connections...
to help someone|get a foot in the door...
but I have|absolutely no patience...
with individuals who will not|participate in the process.
I can't do this alone.
Mr. Oakley, um...
I really appreciate|you seeing me today.
OK. I think I know|what's going on here.
I know the powerful effect|Nicole can have on people.
She's absolutely fabulous...
at taking|a perfectly-oiled train...
and running it|right off the tracks.
Now, I do love her.|Unconditionally.
That goes without saying.
But she can be so destructive.
And volatile.
And, um, the anger...
ever since...
Well, to be 12 years old...
and to find your mother|like that...
I think when Nicole's mother|took her own life...
Nicole decided|then and there...
that she would never,|ever trust anyone again.
And it was her|against the world...
and God forbid anybody|should try and help her.
She's persona non grata...
with half the psychiatrists|on the Westside.
A lot of them have recommended|that I send her to...
one of those behavior|modification schools...
but I...
She's tried to kill herself|a number of times...
but what can I do?
She lies and she drinks.
She does drugs.
She hates me.|Hates her step-mother.
Mr. Oakley--
[ Sighs ]
Ahh, nothing.
I'm sorry. I shouldn't be|telling you about this...
but you seem like|such a good person.
Such a decent person.
Now, you want me to write|this recommendation?
You want me to put myself|on the line?
Well, I want you to|listen to my advice.
Now, stay away|from my daughter.
You hear me?
For your own good,|for my peace of mind...
stay away from Nicole.
You know, it's a painful|thing for a father to...
have to acknowledge a truth|about their own child.
It's taken me a long time|to accept who she is.
And who she's never gonna be.
MAN SINGING:|Well, I could sleep forever
But it's of her I dream
If I could sleep forever
I could forget about everything
We got a party, man.|Hey, Carlos...
all them honeys|gonna be there, man.
They gonna be|checking us out!
Hey.
Ha ha. Hey.
So, what happened?
When?
You didn't call me.
Oh, I got home late.
I just had stuff to do.
Well, what'd he say?
I'll see you guys later.
All right.
- What happened?|- No, nothing.
He just said he'd write me|a recommendation.
But what did he say?
About what?
- About me.|- Nothing.
Come on, just tell me|what he said.
I really don't want|to get in the middle--
In the middle of what?
Look, I just need|to focus right now.
You need to focus?
I can't afford to mess up, man.|I told you that.
My mom's all over me|'cause I'm never around...
and my grades are for shit.
I could hardly keep|my eyes open at practice.
All I want to do is sleep for|more than four hours straight.
I'm sorry|for messing up your life.
I just need to remember|what's important.
What's important to you?
My priorities.
[ Bell rings ]
What did he tell you?
[ Sighs ]
He told me|to stay away from you.
That you were trouble|and you'd just mess me up.
And what did you say?
I just...
I see.
MAN SINGING:|Every time
It's time to call
[ Sobbing ]
In many ways
Every dream
Gets broken over
With little time
I will fly within your sky
Every time
You start to call
And on the way
All destruction is my wine
Though it's sad and lonely
There's a whole life|waiting after dawn
Gonna slide
NICOLE: You can be anywhere|when your life begins.
You find the right person,|then...
all of a sudden,|anything's possible.
[ Speaking Spanish ]
I'm eating, Mom.
I'm just trying|to figure this out.
[ Speaking Spanish ]
Chemistry homework.
Hello?
LUZ: Hola, Mrs. Nunez.|Soy Luz.
[ Speaking Spanish ]
[ Whispering ]|No estoy aqui.
Don't tell her I'm here.
I told you, Mom,|I don't want to talk to her.
Because I don't want to.
[ Speaking Spanish ]
Mira. Tu comida.
- I'll eat it later.|- Ay, muchacho.
[ Helicopter flying ]
[ Man speaking Spanish on TV ]
[ Dialing ]
[ Line ringing ]
[ Band playing loud music ]
Yeah!
[ Cell phone rings ]
Hello?
CARLOS: Nicole?
Yeah?
I need to talk to you.
Who is this?
You know who this is.
I--I can't hear you.
Where are you?
What?
Where are you?
I--I can't hear you.
Are you at Seller's house?
I'm just having|a good time, OK?
And you need to focus.
Nicole, I really have to--
Get off the phone and in|the hot tub, girl. Damn!
Nicole!
I'm gonna go.
Nicole, I just want to--|[ Dial tone ]
- Take your time.|- Yeah, hold on.
[ Slams receiver ]
[ Band playing loud music ]
I'm uncomfortable|with myself
BOY: Carlos!
What's up, Carlos?|What's up, baby?
Yo, get him a tequila.|Girl, put a titty in his mouth.
Don't you know when to flake
And I am not doing|all right
And I am not doing|all right
None of this makes sense
They don't support me...
Come on, Nicole, let's go.
DAVIS: Whoa, stud.
I was just trying|to get a taste, man.
CARLOS: Shut up, Davis,|before I kick your ass!
Hey, man,|what's your problem?
You're my problem!|Get down!
DA VIS: Hey!|What's your problem, bro?
BOY: Dude,|she was having a good time.
GIRL:|What's wrong with you?
DA VIS:|I thought I was your friend.
Just leave, you know that?|Get off me, bitch!
[ Siren ]
Shit.
[ Siren ]
[ Officer speaking indistinctly ]
Stopping a vehicle|with expired tags.
Two occupants.
[ Woman on radio|speaking indistinctly ]
RADIO: Expired on 6-7-00.
Registered to|Representative Thomas Oakley.
Good evening, sir.
License and registration,|please.
CARLOS: I don't know|where the registration's at.
OFFICER:|Who does this car belong to?
It belongs to her.
Where you coming from tonight?
From a party.
You been drinking tonight?
No, sir.
Why don't you step out of|the car for me for a minute?
I just live right off--
Sir, please,|step out of the car for me.
John, you check on|the young lady.
Sir, please step out|of the car.
Keep your hands up|where I can see them.
Miss, let's go. Let's go.
Time to wake up. Let's go.
Put your hands up.
OFFICER:|Time to get up. Wake up.
Walk over to the curb,|have a seat.
Here you go.|Step out of the car, please.
There you go. Wake up.
OFFICER: Sir, the tags|are expired on this car.
What's your name?
Do you know|this guy right here?
- Yeah.|- Has he tried to hurt you?
NICOLE:|No, he hasn't hurt me.
What are you doing?|Why are you touching me?
Get the hell off of me!
Just calm down.
Nicole, stop.
Get the hell off of me!
Nicole, stop it!
Where are you going?
NICOLE: No!|He didn't do anything!
Making it worse for yourself.
What the hell is going on?!|Get off of me!
Stay here. Don't move.
Stop!|We didn't do anything!
Nicole, just calm down!
Get off of me!
Take her to the car.|Put her in the car.
NICOLE: What's going on?
[ Telephone rings ]
Hello?
Come on in.
[ Buzz ]
OFFICER: Good evening, sir.
Good evening.
We stopped this young man|driving your daughter's car.
She was intoxicated|and combative.
We found drug paraphernalia...
and alcoholic beverage|containers in the vehicle.
TOM: Christ.
We thought we'd give you|the courtesy...
of dealing with her yourself.
Now, we could put|a scare into her...
and let her|spend the night in jail.
No. Thank you, Officer.|I can handle this.
No, you can't handle it!
Nicole, just calm down.
- Calm down?|- Everything will be all right.
No, it's not gonna be|all right!
Look at you.|What are you doing--
COURTNEY:|What is the matter out here?
Go back into the house.
Is she drunk again?
Courtney, look,|I am taking care of this.
How many times do we have|to put up with her behavior?
When is it gonna be enough,|for God's sake?!
When?
[ Courtney sighs ]|Look at you, Nicole.
Just look at you.
What kind of a daughter are you?
[ Sniffles ]|Not yours.
Thank God for that.
This is--
Carlos, please,|what did I tell you?
TOM: Just go away.|Please. Just leave.
Go.
TOM: You hear me?
Why do you hate me so much?
[ Sighs ]
How could you tell|the one person in the world...
that I love,|that I care about so much...
how could you tell him|to stay away from me?
Do you think the only thing|I'll do to anyone...
is screw them up?
Do you think|that I'm not worth loving?
[ Crying ]
- Nicole--|- Carlos, this is our problem.
It's our problem, not yours.
Just leave. Go.
[ Nicole crying ]
OFFICER:|Come on, son, let's go.
Honey, listen,|come on to the house--
Leave me alone!|Just leave me alone.
Just come in the house, Nicole.
No.
Just get in the house.
TOM: Jesus Christ.
[ Crying ]
MAN SINGING:|Christened life
Somehow I found you here
Torn from the hope|and fear
Hold us inside
You pulled me out
Up from the world|I've known
And all that was|broken and cold
You brought me here
[ Bell rings ]
The mid-term counts|for 25% of your grade...
so I want you to pull|your thoughts together...
TEACHER: Can I help you?
Faith in the life|we've done
OK, where was I?
It holds us inside
Ohh
From you, one look
Just one look
And everything is shattered
From you, one word
Stars burn and fall
Oh
Oh
Carlos.|You need something?
From you, one look
Just one look
TEACHER:|Where you going?
And everything is shattered
Yo, you got a pass.
Hello?
Towers burn and fall
Fall, fall
From you, one look...
What's going on?
Packing.
CARLOS:|Where are you going?
[ Sniffles ] Oh.
I'm going|to the Turnabout Ranch...
in lovely Escalante, Utah...
and I get to be escorted|by a lovely gentleman...
who's waiting for me|in the principal's office.
So it looks like I get to go|to boot camp before you do.
Sorry for being so dramatic|the other night.
It was stupid.
I'm sorry for not--
Don't say anything.
You couldn't do anything.
You were smart|not to say anything.
[ Sighs ]
So, Mr. Nunez...
it was great knowing you.
I hope you have|a wonderful life.
Let's leave.
What?
Let's get out of here|right now.
Aren't you|in the middle of an exam?
Like right now?
So?
I'm not gonna let you|walk out of your mid-term.
I already did.
Annapolis is gonna|look at these grades.
You're not listening to me.
I wanna be with you.
I don't give a shit about|anything else right now.
Mid-terms, grades,|Annapolis, your father.
I want to be with you.
Do you want to be with me?
I love you.
Don't just say that because--
Shut up.
I love you, OK?
[ Gasps ]
You know,|this guy in the office...
he's pretty damn big.
Ha ha!
Then...|let's go out on Sunset.
Oh. Ha, ha, ha!
- Come on!|- I'm coming!
MAN SINGING: I imagine|long walks down the road
[ Nicole laughing ]
Things begin to bloom|and the sky explodes
The damage is undone
Then I know
This has got to be a dream
Machines and luxuries|don't last
Here.|You can wear this.
And I woke up half-dead|in the hourglass
Now,|does that sound funny
Wait, you're almost there
It's gone
You're almost there,|it's gone
You're almost|where what follows you
Does not bother you
I have walked|the tightrope parts of me
Toed the line|just far enough to see
Never found the gift|I got for free
You pay for them dearly
I see my forever|as one long night
And if I could|make it dark
I could make it light
I know that most|of living done...
Don't be writing on my back.
Only thought survives
Wait, you're almost there
It's gone
Aah!
Almost where|what follows you
Does not
[ Camera shutter clicks ]
[ Plane flying overhead ]
What are you doing?
You'll see.
CARLOS: That's pretty cool.
My shrine to Carlos.
[ Laughs ]
CARLOS:|Can I see more of it?
NICOLE: Yeah, sure.
[ Car horn honks ]
[ Nicole sighs ]|My suicide notes.
Creative, huh?
[ Deep breath ]
CARLOS:|That's your mother, isn't it?
NICOLE: Yeah.
She...
she was in bed asleep,|I thought...
so I went downstairs...
and I stayed real quiet|all afternoon...
so I wouldn't disturb her.
And then I went back up...
and she was still lying there.
My dad thinks|we're the same person.
Did he say that?
He doesn't need to.
What else am I supposed|to think...
except I'm gonna end up|like her?
It's genetics, right?
[ Sighs ]
Your father, though...
he really loves you.
He does.
No, he doesn't.
Nicole, listen to me.
He really loves you.
He just doesn't know|how to handle you.
I think you scare him.
I scare him?
You do. I mean,|you scare me sometimes.
- I scare you?|- Yes.
I mean, you...
How do I scare you?
You just get out of control.
- I do not.|- Yes, you do.
What are you talking about?
You know what|I'm talking about.
I'm 17. I'm supposed|to get out of control.
I guess.
My dad, he doesn't|understand me or...
anything about me.
Have you tried talking to him?
Yeah.
- Sober?|- Shut up.
CARLOS:|Doesn't happen, does it?
NICOLE:|I'm not always drunk.
[ Crickets chirping ]
[ Door opens ]
CARLOS: Hey.
What are you doing out here?
I want to be good for you.
You are good for me.
Not if I keep taking you away...
from everything|you've worked so hard for.
I want to make things|better for once...
not worse.
'Cause I really|want to be with you.
I can't keep running|away from things.
I'm here for you.
I know you are.
[ Woman singing ]
Well, do you have|a 310 listing for J. Foster?
OPERA TOR: No listing, sir.
Well, try B. Foster at 818.
F-o-s-t-e-r. [ Sighs ]
OPERA TOR: No, sir.|There's no Foster in 818.
OPERA TOR:|Should I try the 310 again?
Sir? I'm trying|to help you, sir.
Hello?
[ Sighs ]
Well, I've been up all night.
Trying to call everybody.
I called Maddy and Lainie|and your friend Foster...
who apparently doesn't|believe in telephones.
[ Sighs ]
Honey, I know you don't want|to go to this school...
but it's supposed|to be extraordinary.
Marty Sheen says it's top-notch.
Dad, I'll--
You'll have your own horse.
My own horse?
Well, you like horses,|don't you?
When I was eight.
Well, the counselor|said that--
he warned me you would try|to talk your way out of it.
He said there's a danger of us|getting drawn back...
into old patterns|and destructive behavior...
and that we should spend|our time focusing on...
conversations that focus on|"We" versus "Me."
This is "We."
Oh. Well, good.
Good.
I'll go wherever|you want me to go.
I mean,|I know I'm a mess.
TOM: No, you're not a mess.
NICOLE:|No, I am. I am a mess.
And I'd probably|send me away, too.
[ Sighs ]
NICOLE:|You've got Morgan now...
and you're gonna do it|right this time.
I just wish|I wasn't the child...
that everybody learned|what not to do from.
That's not who you are.
I know I remind you of Mom.
Everything that went wrong...
but sometimes you look at me|like you wish I wasn't there.
Like you wish|I'd just disappear.
And it just hurts so bad.
I know I'm not easy to love...
but could you try anyway?
TOM: I do love you.
I love you so much.
[ Crying ]
I'm frightened for you|every minute.
Every minute.
And I need help.
I can't do it alone.
COURTNEY: Tom, honey?
Morgan's got her swim class.|It starts in 10 minutes.
What's going on?
That's what we're trying|to figure out here.
COURTNEY:|What do you mean figure out?
Didn't we agree on|a plan of action?
Rosa? Would you please|put Morgan in the car?
Thank you.|Yes, right now.
Oh, my God.
This is not gonna start up|all over again.
She needs discipline.|Children need limits.
They want limits!
- So we'll set them.|- We already have!
She's going to that school|in Utah.
No. I am not the bad guy.|This is not about me.
I have a child|that I'm thinking of.
So do I. Two children.
COURTNEY: Oh, Nic...
Nicole, I just don't think|I can live with you.
I know I can't live without her.
We have to be at Pepperdine|in ten minutes, Tom.
I'm talking to my daughter.
It's Morgan's|very first swim class.
I'm talking to my daughter.
Nicole,|I just want Morgan...
to have an older sister|that she can look up to.
Me, too.
COURTNEY: That's all right.|I've got her now.
NICOLE: She's not like Mom.
TOM: [ Chuckles ] No.
God, your mom|was an amazing woman.
She loved you very much.
I wish I remembered her better.
TOM: Hmm.
[ Sighs ]
We should talk about her more.
We will, honey. We will.
Before you say anything, sir...
I just want you to know|that I love your daughter, sir.
TOM: You don't have to--
She has so much beauty,|so much honesty...
and I love her so much.
Carlos, stop.|Now, I have something to say.
Thank you.
For what?
For not listening to me.
For sticking around.
Annapolis is gonna be|lucky to get you.
CARLOS: But I had a speech.
I had a pretty good speech.
I bet you did.
You want to hear it anyways?
Why don't you tell it to her?
Seems to be doing pretty good.
How did that happen?
How did you do that?
Do what?
I wasn't even there.
NICOLE: Yes, you were.
You were so there.
WOMAN SINGING:|I want to believe in
I want to believe in us
NICOLE: There are millions|of people out there...
but, in the end,|it all comes down to one.
I still panic sometimes,|forget to breathe...
but I know...
I know there's|something beautiful...
in all my imperfections.
A beauty which he held up|for me to see.
A strength that can|never be taken away.
I'm going out to see him|next week...
but until then...
there's one photo|I keep with me all the time.
I believe in us
Everyone falls
But not everyone rises
Why don't you get up
And rise again for me
What if the world|were a little more perfect
Would you stop crying
Would you take the leap
Now, what if the world|were a little more perfect
Would you open your eyes
And blink again for me
For me
Yeah, for me
What about friendship
What about friends
You said the whole world|was against you
It all had to end
What about love
What about family
What about all|that you have to live for
What if the world were|a little more perfect
Would you stop crying
Would you take the leap
What if the world were|a little more perfect
Would you open your eyes
And blink again for me
For me
And blink again for me
For me
It isn't easy|here without you
Why did you leave me
What am I supposed to do
Without you
Without you
And what if the world|were a little more perfect
Would you stop crying
Would you take the leap
What if the world were|a little more perfect
Would you open your eyes
And what if the world|were a little more perfect
Would you stop crying
Would you take the leap
What if the world were|a little more perfect
Could you open your eyes
And blink again for me
For me
Ooh
For me
For me, for me