Vida, Starz, Big Beach TV, Chingona Productions, Lionsgate Television

Pura Vida

Vida, Starz, Big Beach TV, Chingona Productions, Lionsgate TelevisionStarz original drama Vida drops its 4th episode tonight.

#Vida season 2 has been confirmed.

rottentomatoes: 100%

metacritic: 75

imdb: 6.1

***SPOILERS AHEAD***




Vida, Starz, Big Beach TV, Chingona Productions, Lionsgate TelevisionLyn Hernandez, Vida, Starz, Big Beach TV, Chingona Productions, Lionsgate Television, Melissa BarrerraLinda “Lyn” Hernandez

Lyn Hernandez and her sister Emma return home to east L.A. following their mother Vidalia’s passing.


Lyn Hernandez, Vida, Starz, Big Beach TV, Chingona Productions, Lionsgate Television, Melissa BarrerraLyn Hernandez, Vida, Starz, Big Beach TV, Chingona Productions, Lionsgate Television, Melissa Barrerra“Oh.  No, sorry.  I’m vegan.  Don’t.  I-I got it.  I’ve been texting you like  a maniac.  I said, ‘text me as soon as you land.’  Emma, this is Eddy.  Um, she’s the one that… she helped mami run the bar and was, like, her roommate.  She just told you.  When exactly am I supposed to give you all these roommate updates?  All those times you never call me?  Emma… I saw her in May, and she didn’t look sick.  She looked fine.  She was–  What?  That she was sick?  N-no.  No, I didn’t.  I-I was surprised as you were I swear to God.  Well, that’s because I actually talk to mami.  What’s wrong with you?  Our mother is dead.  I know you and mami had your– your– whatever, your, like, disagreements… can we just– Emma.  Emma.  She’s dead.  Can that please override your cuntiness just while we bury her?  After, we can both go back to our regularly scheduled programming of not talking, but for today just… please.” — Lyn Hernandez

“Why do old ladies wear so much lipstick?  Oh, my fucking God.  It’s Johnny.  Fuck me!  Why didn’t I think I’d see him today?  Shut up.  What?  Oh, God.  I know her.  We were in homeroom together.  Her name is Carla.  I think.  She used to call me ‘Abercrombie and Bitch.’  I hated her so much.  Oh, hi, Cruz.  I’m actually so thirsty.  Thank you for this… fructose-y drink.  Oh, no, no, this is– thanks.  And thank you for coming.  It’s so weird– seeing people who you thought were grown-ups now as a grown-up.  Oh, I know.  She just seemed old to me ’cause she was in college.  That’s probably in college.” — Lyn Hernandez

“Yeah.  Down here probably.  You look good.  Like… healthy.  Is that your, um… is that your wife?  Carla, right?  It’s so hard, Johnny… like, to think that mami’s really gone.  I can’t even say it out loud.  Oh, my God.  Oh, shit.  Oh, wait.  Now back to the baby mama.  That’s not what I meant.  What?  She’s pregnant.  That’s all I meant.  Huh.  Don’t play the games.  Come on.  We can both be grown-ups about this.  You came here looking to see me.  And you found me.  Her what?” — Lyn Hernandez

“Emma.  Hi.  Sorry.  I think we might need to talk.  I didn’t know.  But I didn’t not know.  You know what I mean?  I mean, Emma, I clome home and mami’s got a random roommate.  It was a little weird.  I just figured it wasn’t any of my business, you know?  What does it say?  I’m so not mentally prepared to be dealing with adult shit like a will.  Hey!  Hey.  I-I’m sorry, but you’re gonna have to stop being such an unbelievable bitch about mami.  Three ways?  With the wife?  I mean… I guess that makes sense.  Emma… you’re sounding really homophobic right now.  I don’t understand.  Why a hypocrite?  It always freaks me out when you do that.  Mom wasn’t pocha.  Okay, maybe she was a little pocha.  God, no.  Thank you.  Shut up.  You know his name is Juniper.  And, yes.  I’ll call him later.  He wants his truck back.  I just kind of took it.  We’re opening a store.  Well, I’m opening a store, and Juniper is investing in it.  No, no, you’ll love this.  I’ve created this line of Aztec-inspired lotions… all fair-sourced ingredients.  It’s very exciting.  Found-object accessories.  And I’m still gonna pay you back for that.  I am.  I knew you were gonna bring that up.  I have a question.  I’m pretty sure that half the tenants are still undocumented.  Would they be able to rent anywhere else?  What kind of Mexican would I be if I didn’t care?  Plus, Emma, given what happened with Papi… I would think that would be the first thing you would think about.  Oh, that’s your life, huh?  Negative.  That way you can hack the shit out of it, and then– oh, what do you think they’re shooting?  Is she about to jump them?  Emma, not here.  Let’s go.  Wait, are you Marisol Sánchez?  Little Mari?  It’s me.  Lyn… Hernández.  You’re Johnny’s little sister.  Oh, my God, little Mari.  Look at you.  Y-y-you remember my sister, Emma, don’t you?  Yep, that’s her.  We were just going back.  It was good seeing you, Mari.  Hey, say hi to your brother for me.  Well, okay, then.  She really did.  Welcome the fuck home, then.  You know what?  I’m gonna go, uh, knock on, uh… doña Lupe’s– I’ll be back.  You can, like, give me the nutshell or whatever.  Thank you, doña Lupe.” — Lyn Hernandez

“Good morning.  I freaked out with my bed by the window.  I… don’t know who moved it back.  I guess they’re not worried about drive-bys anymore.  I’m sure she’s a lovely human, but, like, do we have to deal with her?  Do you think he or they, or however that works, do you think they’ll want to buy the building?  What even is ‘probate?’  For a second when I woke up I forgot why we were really here.  I want to… it’s just that Juniper flew down to get his truck and I have to go meet him.  Heads-up, I might spend the night.  That’s so sweet.  I wish we had time to, like, properly… but you know what?  Uh… a little bite won’t, you know… oh, my God!  These are… beyond!  Seriously, thank you.  So good!  I think we can all sit down and talk about it when Emma finds out what’s going on with everything, right?” — Lyn Hernandez

“One more, babe?  Oh.  Hey, babe.  Did you bring a plug?  You expect me to stay half naked while you break up with me?  Like I said.  I’m sorry that I’m making it that for you.  Are you serious right now?  Here’s closure for you.  You waited to dump me until after I ate your ass.  You’ll be fine.  Yes?  You fucking packed my bags?  Know this about yourself, Juniper.  You broke up with me two days after I buried my mother and that will always be the truth about you.” — Lyn Hernandez

“What?  Yeah, you said that already.  Pero, like, you said something else.  You said that… right.  Pero that’s like… confusing.  Señora, that could only mean Johnny, that we’re meant to be together.  But see?  I don’t… I don’t get it.  Could you look at your cards and ask if Johnny still loves me?  So… so he does love me?  Thank you!  Thank you, Doña Lupe.  Gracias!  Muah!  And– and– and for esto, también.” — Lyn Hernandez

“Oh, my God, you have no toilet seat.  I had to, like, yoga squat.  Why don’t you have a toilet seat?  I mean, but like, for clients.  What do you mean?  Oh, yeah!  Thank you.  Are you okay?  You don’t seem fine.  Do you wanna talk about it?  Doing all what?  Thank you.  C’mon.  Well, I’d say it was much more complicated than that, Johnny.  She’s… she’s really gone!  Mami is gone!” — Lyn Hernandez

“Yeah, there’s no more Jupiter.  How much are we getting for it?  Wait, so… what’s gonna happen, then?  With the moles?  Benitez, I think.  Flan has like, milk, right?  Fuck it.  God, I’d forgotten about flan!” — Lyn Hernandez


Emma Hernandez, Vida, Starz, Big Beach TV, Chingona Productions, Lionsgate Television, Mishel PradaEmma Hernandez

“Um, I’m here.  Hello.  I’m sorry.  Vidalia had a roommate?  Oh, is that right?  Pero tu me faltabas.  I doubt that.  You made that decision.  Isn’t that something that Lyn and I should have decided?  Who the hell’s that person?  Yeah, she just told me… because I can’t count on you to tell me shit– like, by the way, Vidalia had a roommate?  What’s with all the flan?  Hold up.  Did you know?  You apparently knew that she had a random roommate.  Talked to mami.  Please, you calling Vidalia anytime you’re shorty on rent isn’t exactly talking, is it?  ‘Disagreements?’  Really?  Seriously, what’s with all the fucking flan?” — Emma Hernandez

“God, when was the last time Vidalia did anything with this place?  The Dollar Store brand doesn’t come off either.  Look at this carpet.  What?  What the hell are you doing?  Oh, yeah.  That’s him.  And that is definitely some sort of wifey or baby mama he has with him.  Mm.  Thank you.  She wasn’t that much older than us.  A lot of good that did her.  She’s still here… stuck.  How much longer do we have to do this?  You know what?  I-I can’t.  I can’t talk to any more of these… mi vida locas.  No one wants to say hi to me anyways.” — Emma Hernandez

“Sorry.  Thanks.  Right.  We go way back.  How long?  That fucking hypocrite!  Wait a minute.  You knew, didn’t you?  Fucking Lyn!  Let’s see the will.  The page that you mentioned– pull it up.  Like always, you don’t tell me shit.  Just wait.  Just so you know, this is never happening.  Get your purse.  This whole time that liar was married… and to a woman.  What a fucking cunt.  Okay, listen to this.  Vidalia has left us the building.  But we have to split it three ways.  Mm-hmm.  Yeah.  Over my dead body.  I’ll take that carpet muncher to all the courts before I let that happen.  Please understand that I give zero fucks that Vidalia was batting for the tortilleras.  It’s not even about that.  It’s about… what a hypocrite.  Me podría dar una orden de asada, por favor?  What, that I actually went out and learned Spanish so I wouldn’t speak pocho Spanglish like you or Vidalia?  To Vidalia ‘watchala’ and ‘parkear’ were actual words.  Un momento.  Do you want anything?  Eso es todo, gracias.  Mmm.  Mmm.  Mmm.  Mmm.  Is that Jupiter?  Mm.  Mm-hmm.  Oh, God.  Is this like that scrap-metal jewelry line I gave you money for?  Right.  You know you don’t have to pay me back.  Come on.  This thing says… that Vidalia wanted us to manage the building or have the wife do it, but there is no way in hell.  We have to get rid of it.  Okay.  Like you really care.  Don’t.  Just stop, okay?  Yeah, well, I try to never think about it, actually.  You have to remember that there’s also a bar involved that requires actual attention.  And from what I saw today, that place is falling apart.  I have a life back in Chicago, a job to get back to.  You know, I don’t have time to get distracted.  I’m not gonna stay here to run a piece-of-shit bar, are you?  There you go, then.  We have to sell it.  As soon as we can.  I, uh– I met somebody that I think can help us.  I’ll talk to him, yeah?  Awesome.  La cuenta, por favor.  Gracias.  No, come on.  This is none of our business.  Besides, it’s two against one.  It’s fine.  First of all, I’m not a fucking gringa, so fuck you.  Second, you don’t tell me where I can go.  Why are you being such a bully?  Have you even considered that maybe this birria restaurant could use the business?  When was the last time you went in there and bought a plate of birria?  Oh, what is this?  You doing Chola 101?  Okay.  Yeah, she meant that, too.  Well, it isn’t a homecoming till someone calls you a puta, right?” — Emma Hernandez

“She turned into a little chola.  I wonder what Johnny thinks about that.  We still know our way around.  Always.  Of course you did.  I forgot that chisme spreads like clamydia at a frat house in this neighborhood.  Somebody’s affording it.  Hey!  Get off that edge right now!  I said get down from there!  I saw you up here before. You know you’re not supposed to be up here.  Do you hear me?” — Emma Hernandez

“What the hell?  Lyn!  Lyn… you know I don’t do the whole co-sleeping in bed thing.  It’s awful Martha Stewart’s awake.  Not– not for long.  I’m meeting with the developer to discuss options.  I hope so.  Or… I mean, we can give up our inheritance and save ourselves a headache, I mean, that’s also an option.  Even that takes six months to probate.  Are you coming with me?  Oh, hey.  Good morning, Eddy.  Mm-hm.  I want to make sure that you are aware that I am looking at… different options for the building, including a potential sale.  That’s where I’m heading right now.  Thank you, um, for… all this. Well, I’d know better what’s going on if I could see income ledgers, expenses, tax returns?  Just to be better informed.  Do you think I could take a look at these?  I’ll be so grateful if you did.  Then I’ll see you in court.” — Emma Hernandez

“Not yet.  Still things to do here, and… I don’t do sweets.  Is it?  Funny, I… don’t remember that.  Mmm, hm.  Mm-hm, that’s the only… place with wi-fi in a whatever block’s radius, so… I’m grateful for the upgrade.  This fucking neighborhood!  Cruz.  We’re not discussing this.  Cruz… thank you for this sweet thing.”

“Mm-hm.  Gracias.  No, I’m… I came to… talk numbers.  Both mortgages?  What are you talking about?  You gave my mother a predatory loan.  We owe more than the building is worth.  Mm. Well, thank you.  You knew Vidalia would never be able to pay this loan back.  I’ll pay my mother’s debt before I ever sell to you.  In fact… it’s exactly what I’m going to do.” — Emma Hernandez

“I thought you were staying with Jupiter tonight.  It’s not good.  Vida owed a ton.  She owed everything, actually.  Made a fucking mess of things.  We’re gonna have to stay a little longer, until I figure out what to do.  Until I figure out what we are going to do with all of this.  You weren’t going to say a word?  Is that flan still good after two days?  Oh, man!  What was, uh… Chela’s… last name?  The one I used to always beat at the Spelling Bee.  Mm-hm.  Oh, yeah!  Benitez!  Her mother is an asshole.  Vieja metiche.” — Emma Hernandez


Marisol Sanchez, Vida, Starz, Big Beach TV, Chingona Productions, Lionsgate Television, Chelsea RendonMarisol Sanchez

“Que pasa, mi raza?  This is your girl La Pinche Chinche.  This is a manifesto, mi gente.  So grab a pencil and take note, because this morning, I’m saying, ‘Basta.’  They way they shut us down at the city council meeting last night was some straight bullshit– like, if we shouldn’t have a say in– in how or where we live.  But if those fuckers think that we’re gonna take this– this occupation, this recolonization lying down… they got another thing coming, mi gente.  Como dijo Zapata: ‘We’re not fucking kneeling for you putos.’  If you try to come in here and replace places and displace people, good working-class people, too, you better prepare yourselves… because you will see us rise up.  You’re gonna see us come at you like– si, apa.  Ya voy.” — Marisol Sanchez

“Cease and desist, you fucking Becky.  I see you.  I see you try to Columbus our shit.  But birria don’t need discovering, all right?  ‘Cause birria’s been here.  Oh, seriously?  It’s not all good, you Warby Parker bitch.  You two better get to stepping.  Get the fuck out of here.  What’s it to you, pinches gringas?  Keep it moving.  Qué chingados did you just said to me?  Who you calling a bully?  I’m out here defending my neighborhood, all right?  No, you fucking didn’t with that vendida logic.  Listen, bitch– what?  Oh, yeah, I remember this bitch.  She used to walk around here all bourgie and stuck up and shit.  Pinche Tía Tom.  Don’t let me peep you around here again.  Uh, nah, sorry.  I won’t be doing that.  You’re persona non grata around here, Lyn Hernández.  Everyone always knew you were a fucking puta.  Both of you white-tina bitches.” — Marisol Sanchez

“Get your cracker ass out of our neighborhood, all right?  Nobody wants you here!  Pinche gringo pendejo!” — Marisol Sanchez

“This is your girl, La Pinche Chinche, bringing you the real multilayered tragedy of gentrificiation, mi gente.  This house, I knew the familia that lived there.  I went to school with two of the boys.  Pero now, because of their landlord was money-hungry for them Trump dollars.  They’ve been displaced to the Four Winds, or to Norco, but to a one bedroom for the five of them.  But you know what the real tragedia is?  That’s the real tragedia, that you’ve got neighborhood people.  And no shade, okay?  Because I know everybody’s gotta eat and pay that rent, but they’re the ones that are nailing these nails to these fucking coffins, building these putos sideway fences!  N-no, it’s– it’s fine.  Do you wanna finish it off?  It’s… it’s for my– my vlog.  I’m doing one about these sideway fences.  What?  Oh– oh, yeah!  Mm.  Yeah.  No, I will.  It’s… it’s what I was trying to say.  It’s great.  Yeah, of course.” — Marisol Sanchez

“Apá!  No fuistes a diálisis?  What do you mean, ‘hoy no?’  You know you have to go to get your dialisis today, apá.  Si no, te pones real sick.  What?  No, apá, okay?  That’ll get you out of your rotation.  Usted sabe what the doctor said!  Okay, just put your pants back on, voy por Johnny, okay?  I’ll be right back.  Johnny!” — Marisol Sanchez


Eduina “Eddy”

“This neighborhood really loved your amá.  De verdad.  You should see how todo mundo’s been behaving.  Real stand up… as soon as everybody heard.  And they showed up with some flan.  Here you go.  What?  Hi, I’m Eddy.  Hey, it’s so good to finally meet you.  I mean, not under these circumstances, pero… yeah.  I’d gotten a chance to meet Lyn here when she visited… yeah.  Pero tú me faltabas.  Your amá wouldn’t shut up about you.  So… we’re all set for the funeral.  It’s gonna be at Evergreen, of course.  Afterwards, we’re all gonna come back here for the reception downstairs en el bar.  That’s what made the most sense.  Everybody knew your ma from La Chinita, so– pues I guess I did.  Well, to tell you the truth, I’m just following your mamacita’s wishes.  It’s all on her page that she made online.  She sort of made all of her arrangements a while ago when she found out.  Why don’t I give you two some private time?  I’ll be… este, there’s still a lot of things to set up downstairs.  Let me go and do that.  Give a grito if you need anything.” — Eddy

“Ay.  Yeah.  I ate… dejame.  I’m just messing.  I can’t hold– it’s, like, a baby knife.  Full-on married?  Just two years.  No, we’re not gonna say filthy things about your amá, okay?  Hey, that was your ama’s idea.  She’s the one that wanted it that way.” — Eddy

“I got a little worried about you two.  Ah, pues sí.  Why wouldn’t you, right?  Hey, I wanted to– could I talk to you about– about the whole building, the bar?  W-w-where are you going?  This concerns you, too.  I heard that Nelson spoke to you.  Emma, he’s not good gente.  That’s all I want to say to you.  He gets people in these bad situations.  His company– they go around lending people money that they can’t pay back.  So these developers– they buy up everything and tear it down and build it back up in a way that nobody could afford it.” — Eddy

“Buenos días.  Morning.  Something for your panza, before you guys go out.  Los chilaquiles are a hundred percent vegan.  Chequeé online and everything just to make sure.  Yeah.  I’m sorry, but… I don’t wanna be that person, mala gente, but… I didn’t agree to sell nothing.  And… if I’m correct, I do happen to own a third of it, so I think maybe I get a say.  Mm, your ma is the one who kept the books.  I… would have to look for them.  But I’m not selling, no matter what the books say.  I could never do that to Vida.” — Eddy

“I figured you’d find out in the wash.  Well, yeah.  Flan keeps for a week.  More, sometimes.  It’s gotta get eaten.  This is corn flan, this one’s chocolate, and this one’s got some weird nuts in it, so… no está tan rico.  Oh, yeah.  Not a nice woman.  She made some trouble for us here and there.  Yeah, y eggs.  It’s impossible to be a 100 percent vegan here.  No te preocupes.  We won’t tell nobody.” — Eddy


Doña Lupe, Vida, Starz, Big Beach TV, Chingona Productions, Lionsgate Television, Elena Campbell-MartínezDoña Lupe

“Mi’ja.  I’m supposed to tell you to stop crying and to be una mujercita.  It’s not me saying it.  That’s her talking.” — Doña Lupe

“Todo va a estar bien, mi’ja.  De veras.” — Doña Lupe

“Espíritu infinito, ábrele el camino para que le llegue la ilumuminación.  Ábrele el camino.  Ilumínala, Padre.  Ábrele los ojos… te tronaron.  Que si tu gringo broke up with you.  Oh… va a estar un poquito bitter, pero it’ll calm you down.  M’ijita.  Yo te lo digo, he was not the one for you.  Y?  Was I right?  Te dije… that your true love has and always will be here.  Por qúe confusing?  The cards estuvieron muy clear.  Your big love está aquí, at home.  Las cartas no dijeron nothing about a man, mi amorcito.  It’s bigger than a man.  Eso no es algo that I have to see in the cards.  Sí, este Johnny todavía está empelotado contigo.  Pero can you call that love?  Wait.  Ay, Dios mío!  Sure, yes.  No, hombre, yo sé!  Estas pendejas nunca hacen caso!  Qué le vamos a hacer?” — Doña Lupe


Cruz, Vida, Starz, Big Beach TV, Chingona Productions, Lionsgate Television, Maria Elena LaasCruz

“Hi, ladies.  Thought you might need a little fill-up.  I figured the punch was safe enough.  Oh, it’s what there was.  I can get you some water or maybe something a little stronger.  A lot of thank-yous to be said today, huh?  And a lot of sorries.  Mine included.  My deepest condolences about your mom.  Emma, I’m sorry.  I hear all of these good things happening for you up in Chicago.  I just want you to know I’m real proud of you.  Por siempre.  Again, I’m so sorry about your mom.” — Cruz

“I pictured you in knee-high boots plowing through that Chi-Town snow by now.  I noticed you didn’t treat yourself.  That’s new.  When this was a regular panadería you always let me buy you orejitas after school.  Oh, really?  What happened?  They’re good, but not as good as the old-school ones.  Now, everything’s slowly becoming a plastic version of what they were, right?  First of all… almond milk, café de Goya.  Like, what?  And what panadería had… tables and wi-fi growing up, yeah?  Speaking of upgrades, I hear you’re thinking of making a deal with Nelson.  Nelson has single-handedly transformed block after block of this neighborhood.  You can’t just hand over your property to– sorry, I just… yeah, okay.  Bueno, back to work.  I… I’m… right next door, at Unidos Por East Side.  Call, or text, or smoke-signal me, if you need anything while you’re in town, yeah?  Cuídate.” — Cruz


Johnny Sanchez, Vida, Starz, Big Beach TV, Chingona Productions, Lionsgate Television, Carlos MirandaJohnny Sanchez

“Hey, man!  Give me the fucking knife.  Hey!  This is not the way.  Look at what you’re doing and look around.  You think all this gente can handle another funeral?  You’d put them through that again?  Come on, man.  You don’t want this.” — Johnny Sanchez

“Hello.  I was coming down to get a broom to clean the glass.  Thanks.  It’s my fiancée.  You know her.  Yeah.  All right, I’m gonna… she’s not my baby mama.  She’s my fiancée.  Oh, man.  How could I fucking forget Miss Superior Ass Lynda Hernández?  Yeah, with my baby.  And that doesn’t make her a baby mama.  God, I’m such a pendejo.  You still think everything is all about you, don’t you?  I came because Eddy is good people and her wife just died.  That’s why I came.” — Johnny Sanchez

“No need.  All dudes here.  You good, then?  C’mon, I’ll walk you out.  Me?  I’m… fine.  No!  No, no, no, no, no!  You’re not coming up here doing all that!  Lyn, I’m real sorry about your amá.  I mean it.  In all this, I want you to know that I’m sorry she’s gone.  But I shouldn’t have gone to the velorio.  ‘Cause I should’ve remembered about you.  I should’ve remembered that you’ll always be a mala hierba.  No, I know you got used to it, Lyn.  All those times you came back ’cause of whatever asshole up there wasn’t working out.  All those times I came back to you, like a baboso.  And every fucking time you break my heart!  All this time… I’m not letting you get in there!  I ain’t the same pendejo from before, who just… smell you and starts babeando.  I got myself a great girl and I’m about to be a father with her, and you know what?  I’ve never been happier about nothing in my whole life, so I’m begging you, please, for however long you have to be in ton this time, stay the fuck away from me!  Shit!  Shh.” — Johnny Sanchez


Nelson Herera, Vida, Starz, Big Beach TV, Chingona Productions, Lionsgate Television, Luis BordonadaNelson Herrera

“You know, my grandfather used to work for the real chinita… the one you all named your bar after.  You don’t remember me, do you?  We used to stay over on Soto.  My mom and your mom used to volunteer at Casa together.  Nelson Herrera.  My deepest condolences.  What are you guys thinking of doing with the building?  Like I said, I-I grew up around here, so I have an understanding from a very particular vantage point about what’s happening with the neighborhood.  Look, if you ever want to talk options… get in touch.  I can be a bridge between you and a company that would be very interested in acquiring the building.  And because, you know, I know you, I could… think about it and call me, okay?  Hi.” — Nelson Herrerra

“Thank you, Daria.  You have to try this coffee.  It’s crack!  I met these guys when they were first brewing the stuff out of their garage in Silverlake.  Now they got shops all over LA.  We’re trying to get a location in Cesar Chavez going.  I think people there are gonna love it.  Try it!  All right.  Down to business.  I like that.  So, it’s gonna take some finagling, alright?  But I’m prepared to twist an arm if I have to, to get you an offer that’s gonna cover not one, but both mortgages.  Let me show you.  You see, your mother, may she rest in peace… hadn’t raised the rent on these tenants for years.  Since she took it over from her grandfather, probably.  When I first met her, she was having trouble making the payments on the first mortgage.  You know the one she took out for all those building improvements?  And then, when she got sick, she started having a little trouble keeping the bar open every day.  So the bar business started to decline… so that’s when we came in, with a very generous offer, by the way, for a second mortgage.  For a 110 percent of the value of the building.  But the funny thing– I… see why it might look that way. …But you’re a smart girl.  Think about it.  Your mother was in the thick of it.  It was a matter of survival for her.  And, to be honest, it wouldn’t be a bad idea for you to start thinking about it that way too.  What I want you to focus on… is you’re a hair away from foreclosure.  But you don’t want that on your record.  So look, if I can even swing it and get you the offer that’ll cover the entire mortgage… Emma, you take it and run.  Because no one else will pay you anything close to what you owe.  I wanna take care of you here.” — Nelson Herrerra


Tlaloc Medina, Vida, Starz, Big Beach TV, Chingona Productions, Lionsgate Television, Ramses JiminezTlaloc Medina

“Gentry-fences?  They make them for rich assholes that are colonizing our hood!  Qué onda, güey?  I–I’m sorry if I fucked that up for you, Mari, I, uh… I’m just really glad about what you’re saying.  I– I know your vlog.  I’m subscribed.  You want me to do it?  Well, let’s take it over here.  You ready?  Mi gente, these opportunistic putos, these corrupt city politicians and these greedy ass developers with their talks of inclusive planning process… es puro talk.  It’s meant to obliterate us!  To obliterate us!  So, what you gon’ do about it?  Let me tell you.  We’re gonna speak up and we’re gonna use our voices to unapologetically protect what’s ours, by any means necessary.  You feel me?  Tlaloc out.  You don’t have to use that if you don’t want to.  Right on.  Shit, look, I-I gotta get to school, I’m… riding the bus these days, so… I’ll see you at Vigilante’s?  Firme.” — Tlaloc Medina


Vidalia Hernandez, Vida, Starz, Big Beach TV, Chingona Productions, Lionsgate Television

Vidalia Hernandez



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