Blood of My Blood (Padre nuestro)

Are you coming or not?

- ('banging on door) - ('mn shout)

Where's the rest?

Don't go telling anyone you're short.

Where are they taking us?

- ('spaks Spanish.) New York. - New York?

New York, huh?

Get in.

I could use a little milk myself.

Oh, dear. Yummy!

Hungry?

- No, I can't. It's your last. - No, I have more.

It's a long trip.

Go on.

It was my father's.

It's beautiful.

Yeah.

I'm going to see my father tomorrow.

In New York?

Then you know the city?

No. And you?

Goddammit!

Hey. The plunger.

The plunger! Fuck man, move your ass!

You old bastard!

Hey! Pass me that. Pass me that, dammit!

Partied a little too hard last night, eh?

Dancing, dancing, dancing, all damn night.

Move your ass like last night.

Watch it, old man.

What's wrong? You don't feel so good?

You're disgusting!

Leave him alone.

You pig.

Here.

- You're from the south, no? - From Puebla.

You must be tired.

I'll rest when I see my father.

Where does he live?

Here.

What's it say?

You can't read?

But I can read numbers.

"Five, four, one..."

"541, 12th Street, Brooklyn."

Brooklyn.

Why write him a letter if you're about to see him?

No, it's not mine. It's from my mother.

She's dead.

I've never met my father. This is my introduction.

- Do you want me to read it to you? - No!

I promised to deliver it sealed.

Just trying to help.

Hey.

It's Santa Claus.

Fuck off.

Look at the craftsmanship.

- When do I get to meet your wife? - She's busy.

She does better work than any of my ladies.

A real feminine touch.

50 pieces at a dollar per piece. That's $50.

All these years we do business and I never once cheated you,

and still you stand there and count like I've taken your last cent.

- You're five short. - Huh?

Gotcha. ('chuckls.)

You asshole.

Bastard.

- ('boy.) Is that your old man? - With my mom.

17 years is a long time.

Yes, but he's a good man.

Before they split, he sent my mother $ 200 every week.

Now he's a chef and owns the place. He'll help me.

What if he doesn't?

Then...

Well, you were lucky to have someone who cared for you.

My old man left me with two things -

the knife...

and the hole that he left with it.

- Your father did that? - Yes.

You should have seen my mother.

But, hey, we're going to New York, no?

That's all in the past.

You mean like those guys back in the garage?

That?

Yeah, I can't go back to that shit.

We have only the future now. And luck. I can feel it.

Thanks for the help.

No, thanks for the food. And the jacket.

I'm Pedro.

And I'm Juan.

Here, let me give you a lift. You go first.

One, two...

You ate a lot of tamales.

We're here. Let's go. Hurry up.

Hurry up, hurry up.

Come on. Let's go. Let's go.

Let's go. Wake up. Come on.

Hey, come on.

Let's go. Let's go. Hey, wake up.

Let's go.

All right. Let's go. Let's go.

Oh, man.

Hey. Wake up, kid. Wake up.

Come on.

Are we here?

Come on. Hop out. Trip's over. Let's go.

And Juan?

- I only agreed to go to Brooklyn. - Brooklyn?

My bag! Where's my bag?

- Hey, get out of my truck. - My bag! My bag!

Goddammit.

Sir... They stole my bag.

Get your fucking hands off me.

Where's Juan? Sir?

Urgh!

I'm coming.

Yes?

Sir?

Papa?

What'd you say?

I'm Pedro Gonzalez Martinez.

Lupe Martinez was my mother.

- ('spaks Polish.) - Hello.

I'm looking for Diego Gonzalez.

No, I'm looking for my father.

I mean no harm.

If he doesn't live here, please tell me, or he's gone somewhere else...

And the locket?

The locket?

Here, at the top of the letter it says you have the locket I gave her.

It was stolen from me on my journey.

Someone took my confidence and robbed me.

- You're not my son. - But I am.

- How old are you? - 17.

It's been 20 years since I left Mexico. How could you be my son?

You didn't read the letter?

When you came to visit in '90...

She was already engaged to another man.

But for five years I sent her money.

She probably had five other idiots like me hidden beneath her apron.

- But that night... - That night was a mistake.

Besides, look at you.

You don't even look like me.

- You don't even look like her either. - Please, I have no one...

You know who you look like?

That asshole Pepe. That's who you look like.

I can't help how I look.

You're even kind of pretty, aren't you?

Please, my mother's last wish is... was that we meet.

We've met.

But...

What? What the fuck are you looking at?

So she bends him over the table and starts humping him,

and then she says, "How do you like it, bitch?"

What, we're not working today?

What's wrong, old man?

You don't look so good.

Long night with the ladies?

No, not at all.

Your wife was too busy taking care of my kids.

- ('mn. Laughing.) Ooh! - He's being funny.

One second, fellas.

- Diego doesn't need a woman. - Why?

He has too much fun making love to his little piles of money.

That was a good one.

At least I'm not out blowing it every night like you assholes.

Get out. Come on!

What do you want, huh?

You're the dishwasher?

- I thought you owned the place. - Of course I'm the dishwasher, idiot.

- But Mama... - Don't speak of that woman to me!

Go on, leave.

Get the fuck out of here!

Why are you treating me this way, Papa?

Don't call me that.

Maybe one of your friends would help me.

Sir?

It's all right.

Here, take this and get something to eat.

But go.

- ('English.) What the fuck is going on? - ('English.) Coming, coming. Coming.

You got the money, what else do you want? Go.

I'll just wait for you to get off work.

- We could walk home together. - You can't stay here.

No, no. Now that I found you, I don't want to lose sight of you.

Pedro, please.

Please leave, OK?

We can meet later, OK?

Just meet at my place, OK?

At your place?

Yes.

OK. I'll see you there.

OK.

At your place.