Chiquita

Howdy.

If anything in this film rubs you the wrong way,

rest assured, we're simply mirroring

the chaos of the real world.

No offense intended.

This story's all about mutual respect, see ya.

Hey, kiddo.

Hey, so what's the matter?

Nothing, grab that envelope off the table.

Did you have me come early just to pick this up?

No, I have some more chores lined up for us.

I figured paying the balance I owed you

would give you a little more motivation.

Oh, college tuition

is more than enough motivation for part-time work.

So what's going on?

We need to move some stuff

from the living room up to the attic.

Okay, what's the rush?

Well, my granddaughter, her mom

and mom's conservative husband are coming over to see us.

Oh, and when did that happen?

Last night I was meditating,

and my granddaughter, Olivia, kind of popped into my mind.

It's been a long time since I've seen her,

so I called her mother and invited her over.

She agreed, but with some conditions.

What's with the quote, unquote?

Well, it feels mighty good to be invited by somebody

who doesn't bother returning my calls

or even answering them.

Anna, come on, honey.

You know I'm not much of a phone talker myself.

You don't even leave your house to socialize with people.

Convince me you're not depressed.

Well, why don't you guys come on over

and see for yourself?

That ought to convince you.

All right, but you know,

I think it may be better if you come here.

You know, Joel,

he'd be really uncomfortable

with all the pagan stuff and the idol worship.

He would not want Olivia around all of the idols.

Okay, what would you like for me to do

with all these idols?

Dad, I don't know.

Just stash them in another room

or toss them in the trash, I couldn't give two hoots.

You couldn't give two hoots, huh?

Dad, I'm just trying to be upfront and clear, okay?

I hear you.

Listen, don't worry, I'll take care of it.

Y'all just come on over.

Where do we start?

Let's start with that big one right there.

Where do you want it?

Trash.

And you're absolutely sure about that?

Anything for my daughter.

Okay.

Are you sure this is really necessary?

It's an idol, isn't it?

Maybe my daughter ought to be more careful

what she wishes for when it comes to these graven images.

Everything else will be moved to the attic for a few days.

Out of curiosity, how did this all begin?

This what?

Your journey into eastern religions.

How did it all start?

Well, the people I've told that story to

generally think I need medical help.

So I prefer to keep it to myself.

Okay, well, now I'm really curious.

Come on, you look happier and healthier

than like half the people out here.

So, spill the beans, what's your story?

All right, so it was about 10 years ago,

I was riding all by myself on a dark, deserted country road.

Hang on, I'm gonna go get the big guy.

Wait, what does he have to do with this?

Just hang on.

Hold on, now.

It wasn't all sunshine and rainbows.

Okay, then what's the scope?

Well, it was about a year after my divorce.

Okay, start with the divorce then.

No, that's not the main story here.

I mean, I moved on.

It's more like I was figuring myself out.

Well, I have to know the full story

if I'm gonna play my cello in the right mood.

Hey.

Hey, honey.

Ready for some blood?

What have you done now, Charles?

Well, I had to have a little dance

with a couple of fellows who weren't willing to listen.

Ain't no big deal got hit by some rebar,

but I don't think anybody around here really has the guts

to throw hands with me.

No, Charles, I don't trust you.

I want you to go straight to a hospital.

Do you understand me?

I'll see you in a bit.

Oh, Charles, what happened?

Come on.

I'm fine, I'm fine.

What, are you nuts, Charles?

What am I supposed to do surgery or something?

Are you gonna help fix me up honey

or kill me with your questions?

God, this is it.

This is the last time I'm gonna do this.

I am just not up for this craziness.

You know, you're not a wild stallion

in your 20s anymore.

And those biker folks, they're not your high school buddies.

And there's wisdom in knowing when to fight

and when to hold your horses.

All right, well, you can continue to ignore me.

Let me warn you one day I am just gonna walk away.

When you wake up, I won't be here.

Honey, I'm not as fancy as you.

I'm plainspoken and straightforward.

None of this ranting or complaining bothers me

because I think we still love each other.

But just this once, could you convince me

that it's only frustration

and that you do still really love me?

Of course, why would you even ask?

You know me, don't you?

Do I, really?

What do you mean?

Is there something you forgot to tell me, darling?

Now, don't take me wrong, Sophie, I had to ask.

It's been a long time since I've seen you that happy.

Is that that author from New York City?

Say something.

Yes, yes, he is.

Then tell me, do you still truly love me?

I am sorry if this hurts, but I'm not entirely sure.

Believe me, I never expected

to find such happiness in someone else's company.

But I can discuss anything,

poetry, fashion, cuisine, culture endlessly.

He never gets bored.

All we ever discuss is bikes and barbecue.

There's a whole world out there, Charles

and we've never explored it,

and you've never once wanted to dance in my world.

And who takes these gruesome injuries so lightly?

It's very unsettling.

You know, you're not impressing anyone

by always being the tough guy in the saloon.

I don't wanna deal with this the rest of my life

and then one day just die in this desert.

Let's cut to the chase Sophie.

You can be whoever you want

with whoever you want, whenever you want.

But don't you expect me to be like you.

It's been two years since you told me

you didn't wanna ride with me anymore.

And did I say one word, did I?

Was it because you wanted me

to go out riding while you stayed home

and flirted with that guy?

That is enough Charles.

30 years of marriage, 30 years of marriage,

minus two years of cheating.

Honey?

Honey, let's talk.

I can't endure another low Charles.

Let's just part ways while things are still good, okay?

I think she did the right thing.

She had a point.

I mean, I kind of pity you,

but whatever.

I think I know exactly what you must have been feeling.

Yeah, I was cruising on my bike all by myself

on that dark, deserted country road,

maybe searching for my own self.

That crash signaled a reset.

Didn't take long for me to find my peace,

eyes wide open,

yet it felt like I was peering into my very soul,

delving into uncharted territories within me,

untangling all the knots of pain

and sorrow, pure bliss surged through me.

Tears of joy was streaming down my face.

Time flew by and then.

What in the world?

She was evidently not from around here.

The only other country that crossed my mind was Mexico.

In that instant, my brain shifted gears,

switched to Spanish.

Who are you, little girl?

So tell me about this garage.

Well, I live near here, but you know,

there ain't but one dang garage