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What a cutie.
Scared or what?
These pigeons are psycho.
Check out that little dog!
Watch out! You'll get scabies.
Damn, hold on. Have you tried chicha?
What's chicha?
You're so Miami.
Try that.
Gross!
Dude, drink this instead.
Check it out, Mafe.
Look at how the solar panels activate with the new photocell.
Shit's so cool!
Damn, babe, it's starting to look like the real thing.
Got it.
The processor keeps lagging, but...
I'll beef it up once I get to join the Aerospace Institute.
BOGOTÁ, COLOMBIA - SUMMER '99
It's gonna turn out so fucking sick.
I'll send you pictures when it looks like a satellite.
Get the camera!
-You ready? -Okay.
-Grab the camera. Film me. -Wait. Carly, wait!
Ready?
So sick, babe! You nailed it!
Was that sick or what?
Nah, dude... the whole thing's a fucking fiasco.
You think they were gonna say no to him?
My brother shoved that fucking Georgia Aerospace Institute
so far down their throats... Watch it.
It's all we talk about now.
That's so messed up, bro.
My parents don't even speak English.
I don't know, man.
To me that's like chickening out of the problem.
When my dad hired his bodyguards,
he said the damn Guerrillas weren't gonna bully him out of his own country.
I don't give a shit anymore, dude. Fuck the American Dream.
Why couldn't your brother graduate and leave by himself?
'Cause he's a fucking selfish asshole, that's why.
-Dude. -So what?
So your dad's really buying you out of the army?
Bro, so that I can "focus" on my studies.
But you know what? I'm gonna get so much ass!
Shit, dude!
Check it out, bro.
To keep you hydrated over there.
Thanks.
All good.
Fucking sweet.
Hey! Vandals!
Shit! The pigs! Run!
Stop right there! Stop!
Go easy tonight, babe, please. You kind of go crazy when you drink.
Mafe. It's my last night with everyone. I feel like I deserve it, no?
Besides, I'm not playing any more games when I'm in the States.
Gonna be a new Carly.
But I wanna be able to spend some time with you, babe.
I got you a little goodbye present.
No.
Holy shit... Emperor?
Mafe, you didn't have to.
-You like it? -I do.
And this?
Just a little surprise.
Hey, that's Teo.
Dude, run!
Now what?
The guy has three lungs!
Fuck.
Stop!
-Norby! -Mateo! Mateo!
Go, Norby!
Dispatch, do you copy? I need backup on 5th Street!
Norby! Get up, dude! To the dollhouse!
Be quiet, bro. They'll catch us.
Check it out.
Put that shit away! The fuck's wrong with you?
Come on. You chickenshit?
If we get caught, my dad won't buy me out of the army.
No, Teo! No, dude!
You're fucking insane!
You stay put, Doc.
Fuck!
Norby! Norby!
That shit was so loud, my ears are still ringing.
Yeah. Fucking hilarious, dude.
Dumbass! Wanna get arrested, fucking idiot?
Why would you do that?
Dude, I told him not to! Moron!
What the fuck were you thinking?
I can't... breathe...
-Yo, chill, chill. chill. -Get out of the way, Norby!
You're not gonna fuck up my plans, dipshit.
-Oh, yeah? We'll see about that. -Pig's coming!
You fucked up for real, bro.
Chill, dude. They didn't even get us.
If you take any of my things again, I'll beat you up!
I'm gonna tell Mom.
Norby! Weren't we gonna get a few beers?
Dude, come on... To say goodbye.
Tio Jorge is coming early tomorrow to take out the rest of the furniture.
I told him you'd help him.
All right.
How much did Tio Jorge give you?
A hundred bucks?
I got way more.
Bullshit.
Mom, Carly has something to tell you.
Nothing, Ma. They're throwing me a goodbye concert tonight.
I'll be back late.
"Everyone or no one,
because this is about politics, not economics,"
was the demand that the ELN received from the families
of the 24 victims of Flight 94-63
who still remain kidnapped by the rebels.
We don't want any more excuses.
We just want them to release all our family members, please.
Meanwhile, tomorrow the deployment of 1,000 soldiers
of the 5th National Army battalion
will begin in the San Pablo and South of Bolivar region
where the International Red Cross arrived today
to start a dialogue with the guerilla revolutionaries.
My dear Nelly. You're too brave!
I'd be terrified if I were you!
Just imagine... moving to a country so far away,
with no friends, no family, no acquaintances...
and without speaking the language?
No! Hats off to you, my dear Nellycita.
Of course I'm scared, Leonorcita.
But what else can we do?
Pay the extortion money?
Absolutely not. Those criminals will never get a single cent from us.
Of course not.
But don't worry, my dears.
We'll be just fine.
You know how well Ernesto takes care of us.
He's sorting out the asylum papers with a highly recommended lawyer,
and he already found us a beautiful home in a really nice and safe neighborhood.
I'm sure we'll settle in a heartbeat.
So you already saw pictures of your new home?
No, not yet.
But Ernesto painted such a pretty picture over the phone,
I really can't wait to see it.
You must really miss him, no?
Yes. We're coming up on half a year now.
Well, I'm so happy you're all going to be together again.
Yes, soon.
Are you boys looking forward to it?
You kidding, Doña Alcira?
I can't wait to start at the Aerospace Institute.
-Oh, so they accepted you already. -I wish.
If I want to work at NASA,
I have to go through a school like that first.
There's no other way.
And you, Mateíto? How do you feel about all of this?
Ah, my dear Leonorcita,
while I do love Bogotá,
let me tell you that I'm also super, duper, excited to leave all my friends.
-You know what I'm even more stoked about? -Teo.
I'll finally become an obese piece of shit.
Hey! Don't be so abusive!
I'm gonna take a piss. Later, ladies. Take care!
How rude.
Don't worry, Nellycita. I'm sure Mateíto will grow out of it.
Me too, Doña Alcira.
Carly!
Carly, we need to talk!
-There's nothing to talk about! -Then just listen. Let me talk.
Come here.
I thought you were gonna give me a chance to say goodbye to you.
Mafe, we spent the whole day together, and now we're here.
What else do you want?
Can you stop drinking for a second?
Jeez, get off my ass already.
You're such an asshole!
Can you tell me that I can come visit you like I visit my friends in Miami?
That's not gonna happen.
There, there, Mafe. Come here.
There, there.
Mafe, I'm just being real.
I don't mean to hurt you. I don't.
But we're young and we have to be open to all the possibilities.
And we're always gonna be friends, okay?
Just have fun with me, please!
Mafe, please.
I wanna thank Mafe.
She's the one who put all this shit together
to give this hairy stud a proper send-off to NASA!
We're gonna miss you so much, bro.
Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!
Hey, Teo.
The fuck...
He got way too shit-faced this time.
Chill, bro. I can walk on my own.
And lost his keys.
Let go already!
Thanks for bringing him.
You should've come tonight, Teo. It would've been good to see you.
-See you later, lil' bro. -You got it.
Careful not to wake Mom.
Shush yourself.
Oh, my bed. My bed!
Help me out, bro. Help me.
Dude, I'm so fucking wasted.
Go to sleep.
Mateo.
Everyone made it out, Teo. I had such a blast.
Good for you.
Dude...
I know you fucking hate that we're moving.
But you're such a cool dude,
you're gonna make friends no matter where you go.
Don't worry.
Toucan.
Perfect self-portrait, bro.
Don't fuck with me, man. We're even after last night.
Even?
Why would you do that to my present, idiot?
Grow up.
Dude, you just trashed it!
-Mateo Adrian, behave! -Me?
Tell him that! Look what he did to my drawing!
That's what happens when you fuck with my things.
Carlos Andres, that's enough.
Just wait and see.
I'm shaking.
That's it. Both of you shut up.
The captain has illuminated the fasten-seat-belts sign.
We do ask that you return to your seats and fasten your seat belts.
It's so damn hot.
The white zone is for immediate loading and unloading of passengers only.
No parking.
Family! Come here!
My love...
My darling.
I missed you so much.
Me too, my love.
You're so gorgeous.
Come here, son!
I missed you so much, Dad.
Me too. And check out that hair.
Beautiful.
What happened, Teo? Come here.
Why don't we get out of here? We're blocking traffic.
Say hi to your father.
Man, I love you so much!
Let's get going.
Damn. This place is about to fall over, no?
I know it needs some love, but this is our home now.
We can fix it up. Do the windows, some paint.
We can even get a cool mailbox.
Plus, this is a really safe neighborhood.
And real estate like this is a wise investment.
Yeah, Dad. It's got solid bones.
I'll give you a hand with the renovations.
Well, I didn't picture it like this from what you said.
But the area is beautiful...
and feels so peaceful.
You know what I'm thinking, Charito?
Some pretty flowers right here would breathe new life into the house.
I really see it, sweetie. I love that idea. Let's do it.
Come in, don't be shy.
That's it. Come on in.
Stay here. I have a little surprise for you.
Pa, so sick! A pro bike?
With pegs and no brakes? So dope!
So you only got one bike?
Yeah, but check out what I got you.
I saw a commercial for it,
and I said to myself, that's Teo right there.
Seriously? I'm gonna look like a freaking idiot riding that shit.
Don't you like skating and all that stuff?
No, I see what you did.
You saved money on me to buy Carlotta a dope bike.
Fine touch, Dad. Real nice.
Teo, come back. Son, come on.
Don't stress, Dad. He's just ungrateful.
I thought he'd like it.
How do you buy just one bike?
Nice, Dad. They survived the trek.
Smells like ass.
No fucking way.
Now we're talking.
I call this room!
Get out of my room.
What the hell? I literally just called it. Everyone heard me.
No, Ma! Pa! You heard me call the room!
Tell Carlotta to get out!
Enough, Mateo Adrian!
I'm not sharing a wall with Carlos Andres and his Satanic music!
Your room is next door.
Go!
Good God, Mateo!
Fuck! My solar panels.
I'm gonna fucking kill you this time!
You're gonna have to pay me back every single cent, moron! Open up!
-Calm down! -You're gonna break the door!
No, I'm not gonna calm down! He's completely out of control!
He set the Bethancourts' dollhouse on fire before we left!
-He what? -He's crazy.
We can't go on like this.
Fighting over every little thing.
You're brothers. You're supposed to lift each other up.
Here.
Honey, the clinic asked me to paint all the halls and the courtyard outside.
I'm gonna hire some help. A couple guys.
The job's decent money.
So don't worry, we're all here now.
Hey, Carly, when do you apply to the...?
-In October. -Good.
Here, we must have clear goals.
Focus on that application, Carly.
Remember that your college savings fund
will only cover a fraction of your tuition.
So start looking for those scholarships.
Yes, sir. I'll look into it.
Teo, what do you want to study?
And please don't say Fine Arts.
It better be something you can rely on.
Ask me or ask your brother if you need guidance.
Clear goals.
I get you, buddy.
I never ratted out my brothers either.
But Carly's such a straight arrow.
You know that.
Straight arrow...
It's been tough being away from you guys.
Sometimes I wondered if we made the right choice moving out here.
Especially in the beginning, just imagine,
giving up my successful businesses to work this hard.
Really tough, buddy.
I didn't understand anything. Couldn't talk to anyone.
It was a nightmare.
But little by little, I started to meet people around here
and I let myself be guided.
And now, look, we're together again.
You have to be grateful in life, buddy.
Mateo.
Promise me one thing.
Please promise me you'll make an effort to fit in, okay?
Okay, Pa.
Yeah.
So have you been doing some push-ups or what?
-Yeah, I had to. -Had to?
I'm not gonna let Carly or anybody walk all over me.
So watch it, Dad.
Watch out.
Pretty nice, right?
It's not even that far from home.
You know what you boys should do? Practice your English with each other.
That way you get the hang of things quickly.
Good idea, Ma.
-Stop. -What?
I don't wanna be seen in this piece-of-shit car.
Really, son?
Be careful.
See you back at home, Ma.
Okay, son. Take care.
Hey!
You wanna tie your scooter with my bike?
Oh, missed me!
-Hit me! Hit me! -Go.
Come on. Go, go, go. Go long.
Touchdown.
Hey! Idiot!
What did you just call me, little bitch?
Damn straight, Jose.
I'm gonna eat your head next time, fucking chili shitter.
-Relax. -Fuck off.
Look at his face.
Man, what the fuck is going on around here?
Shut the fuck up, little bitch.
I wouldn't fuck with him.
Trust me. Shit, his dad's a lawyer.
Yeah.
-I'm Teo. -Byron.
Welcome to hell, man.
All right, now, you should have covered this last year.
Let's assume...
that these two objects are symmetrical spheres.
Okay? How would you calculate the gravitational force between them
if the distance is nine meters?
Anybody? Yeah, Ms. Spike.
-You would multiply the masses on top? -Just eliminate the units that cancel out.
Then that's 225 divided by 81, times the constant,
which is 1.9.
-That's technically correct, Mr. Res--? -Restrepo.
And it's not technically correct, sir. It is correct.
Maybe it's right.
And maybe that's how you did things where you came from,
but in America, there are no shortcuts.
We show our work.
Everybody got that?
And push-ups!
One! Two! Three!
Hey.
I'm Teo.
-Did anybody see you? -No, the coach wasn't looking.
Funny accent, dude. I'm Nessa.
Can I smoke with you guys?
Who is this?
Is he cool?
So far.
I just move here.
-From where? -Colombia.
What part of Mexico is that?
Seriously? Colombia's in South America.
Jeez. Just trying to make nice conversation, dude.
-Don't freak out. -I'm not freaking out. I'm just saying.
Yeah.
He's not cool.
This is kicked. Let's go.
You got any games on your TI-89?
I don't play games.
That gravity problem, dude, you solved that all in your head?
There's one in this chapter with a double variable. It's a bitch.
Make it a system.
Then find values for each of the unknowns by replacing them with functions.
You got games now.
Holy shit. Fucking shooter games?
-You're Spanish, right? -Colombian.
Same thing. How come you speak English?
My school was bilingual.
You should learn Spanish. Half the world speaks it.
Shit. I croaked.
Nightside Eclipse Emperor shirt,
long hair, black leather jacket in the dead of summer.
Let's see if you really know your shit, poser.
Name this band.
That's so badass.
But 21 years in the can is nothing for first-degree murder, no?
It must have hurt.
Kind of liked it.
Fight!
Oh, shit!
Fuck you say to me, you little bitch?
That's it! It's over! Enough! Get off him and shut the fuck up!
Get off him. Shut up!
-Fuck you! -Hey!
Calm down, Jared! Come on, man.
Just calm down. Walk. Hey, you! You! You come with me!
-Go home! -Turn around and go!
It's the first day, for chrissakes. Have a seat over there.
One of you is gonna tell me what the hell happened.
I'll tell you what happened. I'm walking to class, minding my own business.
This psycho kid, he just jumped me.
Jared, stop lying. That boy is half your size.
Okay, yeah. He tackled me out of nowhere!
It's messed up.
Is that a fact?
Speak already. Tell him what he did or I will.
I don't snitch.
-What? -Hey, hey, hey!
English, please.
I'm trying to get him to talk, but he won't say what happened.
Oh, really?
Boy, what happened?
He called me a Mexican hobbit. I'm not even Mexican.
Jared.
Get your ass out in that hall.
Okay, all right, Big Dog.
Call me "Big Dog" again and watch what happens.
Get in the hall!
Kids like Jared feel threatened by anyone they can't relate to, you understand?
Just avoid him.
What if he attacks Mateo again?
Speak to a teacher before you start throwing hands.
Or the next time, school police will escort you out for assault,
you understand?
I'm gonna talk to the principal about Jared.
But you two have detention.
-We're being detained? -No, no. No.
Detention is not detained.
No. Listen, it's not that bad, bro.
What's the excuse now, huh?
What happened, Mateo?
Answer your father!
Teo, tell them already.
Were you provoked?
Why's your eye like that?
He was getting beat up. I had to save his ass.
You couldn't break up the fight like a civilized person?
Is that what I've taught you?
No. No way! You're not gonna pin this shit on me!
I'm not gonna be part of this "lifting each other up" bullshit
and then pay for the damages.
This is on you, Dad.
You need to straighten him out before he really fucks up.
Who does he think he is?
Come here.
Carlos Andrés.
Carlos Andrés. Come here. Come here.
Don't you close that door on me!
-Open the door! -Calm down.
-Get the hell out of my room! -Your room?
Is that why we brought you here? So that you could turn into a wild animal?
Focus on what you need to do, tough guy.
You wanna work at NASA or paint houses?
Because if you wanna paint houses, you've got the job!
I could use the help.
How could you let them get out of hand like this?
No, no, no. Wait a second.
You abandoned us for half a year and now you have the nerve to blame me?
I abandoned you?
Did I leave by choice? No! I could have been killed!
Hello?
Happy birthday, dawg. What's good, my dude?
Teo, what do you want?
Dude, you're still upset? What's up?
Yeah, well, the Bethancourts showed up at my crib with the pigs.
The old bitch at the corner store saw us running away
and told them that I had blown up their fucking dollhouse.
Shit, man.
Well, you can tell the pigs to come get me now.
Fuck you, man! Didn't you hear me? I'm in deep shit because of you!
Why? What happened? Tell me.
My old man's not gonna buy me out of the army anymore.
He's making me serve with the fucking Lanceros!
The anti-guerilla squad.
No way, dude. Your old man wouldn't do that to you.
The fuck do you know about my dad, asshole!
If I get killed in the jungle, it's your fault!
Hey!
Norby! Hello?
Sorry I'm late.
Three hundred seniors and only one of me.
I looked at your record, and you're one of the easier ones, huh, Carlos?
Not quite, Ms. Johnson. I still need money to pay for college.
-You applied to schools already? -No.
But I am going to be applying to the Georgia Aerospace Institute
in October for early admissions.
What, Engineering?
I'm gonna work at NASA.
-You have a backup plan? -No.
You shouldn't put all your eggs in one basket. It's an expensive school.
-I'm working on a satellite. -A satellite?
It's just a prototype, but the concept could generate interest
from the Aerospace Institute.
Yeah, sure.
Are your immigration documents in order? Your transcripts are Colombian.
I'm on a tourist visa right now.
But our lawyer is taking care of our political asylum papers.
You shouldn't have any trouble applying to a school
without your papers for now.
Yes, but what about the scholarships, Mrs. Johnson? How do I apply?
Fill out this paperwork with your parents to get started.
Make an appointment to come back
and we'll go through all the available awards.
I look forward to it.
"Why?" It's the whole prompt. Who the hell came up with that?
It's a trick question.
You should just write, "Why the fuck not?"
-Yeah, I don't think so. -What are you gonna write?
That I've always wanted to work with the best of the best
at the forefront of technology.
It's so cliché.
That's why I'm telling them what happened to us in Colombia
and how my success in the sciences could prove
that we're not all Pablo Escobar types.
So heavy-handed, dude. Good luck with that.
That's why I have to write it so it doesn't come off that way.
Right.
-What happened in Colombia anyway? -I don't wanna talk about it.
You're late.
Have a seat anywhere. No homework. No reading allowed.
What the hell?
-Now you're smoking in school? -We're in detention.
-Excuse me, sir. -No bathroom breaks allowed.
No, he keeps talking to me. I don't want to get more in trouble.
Mop Top, wanna be with me tomorrow?
Move over there.
What the hell's your deal, man?
Why do you take it out on me like everything's my fault?
-You really don't get it, do you? -No, I don't. Explain.
You think anyone cared to ask me where I wanted to move?
No. It's like I don't count for shit in this family. I'm sick of it.
You're so damn selfish.
The right decisions were made, so deal with it.
If you're so sick of getting dragged into things, start figuring out a plan.
But as long as we're living with our parents, we're at their mercy.
Simple as that.
Grow up.
I'm gonna go check out the Aerospace Institute. Tell Mom.
Cosmobot was designed to mimic the articulations of a human hand,
making it the perfect aide for complex spacewalk operations.
Now, this machine is highly functional, but as you can see,
it still relies heavily on a human operator.
NASA is working on giving it human-like sight and recognition,
but that poses the following problem.
With infinitely variable configurations of definite shapes,
how do we go about optimizing computer vision?
Anyone?
Yes. Yes, you in the back.
The way I see it, we should...
We should teach computers to see the same way
a child learns to recognize the world.
What I mean is, with parental training, a baby processes billions of images
before they start interpreting things they see as they grow up, right?
That's what we should do with computers.
If we manually populate a data model
with a massive amount of visual information,
objects, shapes, actions, functions, you name it,
and define what each of those visual cues are,
we could build an algorithm
that would end up teaching itself in an open-ended cycle.
That's pretty ambitious.
But the benefits could offset the initial cost.
You should do more research.
In a decade or so, we may have the technology to implement that idea.
Okay, so let's talk about the practical aspects of robotics.
How do we see the applications
of something like the cosmobot in everyday life?
-Dr. Onitsuka, have a minute? -That was a compelling solution in there.
Thank you, sir. My name is Carlos Restrepo. It's nice to meet you.
Pleasure, Carlos.
Restrepo? I don't recall seeing that name on the register.
I'm not registered, but I've been looking forward
to taking your human machine systems class.
I was wondering if I could audit for the rest of this semester.
Are you a student here?
Yes, first semester.
Okay, sure. You're welcome any time.
Office hours are posted online. I'll let the T.A. know you'll be joining.
Thank you, sir!
Dude, it sucks that we left off the way we did.
I didn't realize I fucked up so badly.
I felt like shit when you hung up on me.
I can't blame you for that,
and I completely accept that what I did before I left was wrong.
And I want to ask you to please forgive me.
I don't know what I'd do if you got killed over there because of me.
Your homey for life, Teo.
-Ma! You're not gonna believe it! -What?
-Dad's still at work? -Yeah.
I never see him anymore.
-Yeah. How did it go? Tell me. -It was awesome, Ma.
I walked right into a class with this guy, Dr. Onitsuka, who's an actual astronaut.
Really? They have that level of people teaching there?
And guess what. I can go back whenever I want.
Just to observe. But still freaking cool, huh?
That's great, sweetie! How exciting! See how doors are opening for you?
"See how doors are opening for you?"
Idiot.
Hi, Mafe.
It's good to see you.
Hey, Carly, it's good to see you too. What are you working on, your satellite?
No. I'm actually writing my essay for the Aerospace Institute application.
How's it coming along?
It sucks.
-Feel like I'm not gonna get in. -Yeah, right. Of course you will.
You really think so?
I know so.
But I really need to talk to you about something, Carly.
What?
David and I have been hanging out a lot,
and...
he asked me out on a date. I wanna go.
El Chuleta?
-Yeah, well, you never said anything, so-- -No, yeah, whatever. I have to go.
You better buy me another one.
My turn to eat shit.
Wave to the camera.
Mom!
Nelly!
Where the fuck is my Emperor shirt?
Okay, here we go.
You're gonna eat shit!
Yo, are you good?
It's not funny, dude. This is my brother's shirt.
-He's gonna flip his shit. -Just toss it and say you haven't seen it.
I don't know if this is a good time.
It's a little corny, but I made that for you.
You don't like it?
Kidding me? I love it. It's totally you.
Thank you.
Look who's out of the cave.
Stay out of it.
I told you a thousand times not to touch my shit, fucking Smurf!
You ripped it, asshole!
Leave him alone. It's just a stupid shirt!
You okay?
Teo?
Teíto.
Get lost.
Bro, I'm sorry for humiliating you like that. I really messed up.
Just give me back my aguardiente and fuck off, animal.
Fine, if you don't wanna forgive me.
But I'm keeping the booze until you pay for my solar panels and my shirt.
Be grateful I didn't take your money.
Look what came in the mail for you.
Teo!
Thanks for saying all those corny things.
It was a kind gesture that made me realize what's really important.
You're like a brother to me and always will be.
What I didn't expect is that the fucking Lanceros are awesome, dude.
I'm having such a blast!
Honestly, how else would I realize what I'm made of
without going through this shit?
Norby.
Excuse me, Dr. Onitsuka.
Can I get your impressions on a project I've been working on?
Sure. Come on in.
Okay. I'm designing a satellite.
May I?
Be my guest.
Okay, so I was doing some research on anthropogenic space weather,
and I came up with a hypothesis.
So it's a known fact that man-made power line harmonic radiation exists
in the magnetosphere.
-Yes? -Agreed.
So what I'm proposing is that very low frequencies from communication devices
and military and scientific experiments around the world are
and have been creating a sort of protective bubble around the Earth.
Let me show you.
This is the Van Allen belt...
where high-energy solar wind particles concentrate.
I want to prove that these particles are interacting with man-made VLF harmonics.
If we can somehow launch my satellite into this precise area--
Everybody wants to launch stuff into space.
We're gonna have a problem with space junk in the future.
I'm sorry. Go ahead.
The probe will take measurements to determine the rate of expansion
of the bubble, if it actually exists.
This thing could protect future satellites from harmful space radiation,
as well as draw further insights into space weather forecasts
for optimum launch conditions.
It could actually achieve the opposite of what you said, sir.
It could save NASA a ton of money.
-Do you mind? -Sure. Use the laptop.
Okay.
I had to teach myself advanced mathematics and programming
to get the software to where it's at, but I still need help refining it.
I'm also building a prototype of the hardware, but it's not complete.
Okay.
Yeah, you're not accounting for the variable gravitational acceleration.
At this speed and altitude,
any minute fluctuation would send your probe out of orbit.
Man, I'm so stupid. Of course it's not negligible. I should have known.
No, no, don't beat yourself up.
If this bubble is real, this could be a groundbreaking idea.
Would you mind if I shared this with my colleagues at NASA?
You think they'd be interested in this?
If it saves them money, I'm sure they would be.
Can I hold on to that CD?
-Absolutely. Yes. -All right.
Let me get in touch with colleagues, and I'll circle back with you.
How's that sound?
That sounds amazing. Thank you.
-Nice work. -Thank you.
God, please let them accept me.
Please, please.
You really drew all these?
Yeah.
This is cool.
In Colombia, when a person has a big dick, we call it a third leg.
This shit is hilarious, yo.
You're so freaking talented.
-It's wild. -Can I show you something?
Yeah.
So I've been working with my old man
and I almost have enough money to buy a car.
-Really? -Yeah.
-We about to be cruising? -You coming? I'm going to New York.
I'm leaving this shithole forever.
You already know I'm down.
Well, let's see if you like my music 'cause that's a long trip, you know?
Work it, babe.
Should we dance?
This how we do it, el perreo.
Hey!
This how we do it in Atlanta, baby.
I'm learning, I'm learning.
Good evening, everybody.
Let's talk outside.
-You have news about NASA? -Grab your things.
I'm sorry, but you're no longer allowed to audit my class.
What? Why?
Because you lied to me.
My T.A. looked you up. You're not even a student here, are you?
-No, doctor, I can explain. -You know what?
I'm really disappointed in you. Were you trying to cheat the system?
-No, sir, I would never-- -Save it.
I value honesty above all else, and you breached my trust.
Good night.
Hello.
What? When?
What the hell does that mean, Ernesto?
Wait, wait, wait.
Wait...
What do I have to do?
Where's that?
Yeah, they're here.
-How am I supposed to tell them? -What's going on?
He's getting deported.
Who?
Your dad.
Yeah, I'm still here.
He got arrested?
Says here they're denying all his cases.
Faces charges for fabrication of evidence.
But our evidence is legitimate.
It says here there's a ten-year penalty for deportation if we overstay.
This can't be happening.
He swindled us, Mom. He's a motherfucking crook!
According to this shit, all his clients are under investigation.
-Motions for deportations have been set. -Let's just go back.
What else is there to do here?
Look for another lawyer, someone who can fix this mess.
Maybe there's something we can still do for the three of us.
So we're just gonna let Dad go back by himself?
What if he gets targeted again? Did you forget about that minor detail?
What can we do about that?
You wanna go face up to those guys or what?
Let's sell this crib and pay the extortion money,
like we should have a long time ago.
We can move to a different part of Bogotá, lay low.
I don't know.
What I do know is, there's no way I'm staying here.
I've had enough.
I'm not going anywhere, Ma. We can figure this out.
Please, don't listen to Carlotta.
We gotta stick together. That's what Dad always says.
I don't know.
You guys go back if you want.
What about the Aerospace Institute?
How the hell am I gonna do my thing over there?
This guy, Mom... Quit it with that fucking Aerospace.
Teo, let's not rush into anything.
Don't lose your head. Your dad's gonna call soon.
We'll discuss as a family, all right?
Discuss? Mom, listen to me for once in your life!
It makes no sense for us to stay here as illegals.
So it makes more sense for us to go back to a country at war?
Do you really want to be forced into the army?
If we pay that fucking extortion money,
there's not gonna be enough left to buy us out.
I could give a shit if I get drafted into the army
or if I have to repeat senior year.
If that's what we have to do as Colombians, then that's that!
I'm no chickenshit! Even Norby joined the anti-guerrilla squad.
If millions of Colombians live with this violence, why can't we?
Do you honestly think this is better?
I don't wanna leave the country. It's not an option for me.
I can't give you legal advice.
And as far as the education goes, should you become undocumented...
What are my options?
Private vocational, technical schools.
You can build different skills while you're working on your visa.
Trade school? Are you kidding me? You want me to be a fucking mechanic?
Of course not, Carly.
But without your papers,
unless you can pay out-of-state tuition out of pocket, you...
Carly.
Carly!
Everyone is gathered here,
they all have their crazy flair and big smiles.
They're all just happy to be here.
And as the year 1999 gives way for 2000,
we celebrate a truly memorable night here in Times Square, New York City,
the city that never sleeps.
Mom, there's a party tonight.
You're not going out tonight. No, sir.
Why not?
Because I've got enough trouble as it is and I don't want you looking for more.
So you're just gonna lock me up in here?
No, no, no.
What if he tags along?
No, thanks.
I'm gonna wait for Dad to call.
He would've called by now, sweetie. I bet all the lines are busy.
Don't stress out, Mom.
I can't stand these walls anymore. I'm going apeshit here.
And we're starting our countdown from here on
as we approach the end of the millennium and we usher in a new one in 20 seconds.
Oh, you're in for a spectacular night of celebration...
You go together or not at all.
This is it.
You can talk to your dad tomorrow.
But I warn you, not a single sip. I'll know.
...five, four, three, two, one.
Happy 2000!
All right, my loves.
-Happy New Year. -Happy New Year.
I love you both so much.
I hope 2000 brings us a lot of good things. I love you.
I love you too, Mom.
Go on.
All right, Carlotta, let's go.
Be careful!
This dude blacked out.
-I'm getting a soda. -Cool.
Yo, dawg.
Teo?
Teo! Oh, it's so good to see you!
Are you having a good time?
Oh, your accent's so sexy. Has it always been like that?
-Let's get you drunk. -Okay.
Come on!
Yo, let's go, let's go. Beer bong!
I don't drink.
We just survived the apocalypse, dude. You have to drink with me.
-You're clearly drunk. -You clearly sound like my dad.
Come on, live a little. Loosen up. Come on.
Don't let it burn out.
Life is so crazy, dude.
You know how all atoms are made of energy, right?
-No shit. -No, I'm serious.
Like, energy can't be created or destroyed, it's just always been.
That means we're made from the same energy that was released in the beginning, right?
That would literally make us as old as the big bang.
You're so fucking hot.
Wait. Sage.
-Wait? Wait? -Wait.
-We're fucked up. We're fucked up. -No.
Shit!
Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!
You wanna work at NASA or paint houses?
I value honesty above all else.
Go home!
He's getting deported.
What else is there to do here?
That's so cliché.
I'm sorry, I'm tripping out really bad.
-You fucking serious? -I have to go. I'm sorry.
-The hell were you doing? -I was holding her hair. She had to puke.
-Bullshit! I saw you two go in there! -It's true, I threw up.
Think I don't know what you were doing? Making out or fucking?
-The fuck is wrong with you? She's drunk! -What the fuck, bro?
I was helping her! Tell them, Sage.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Holy shit, dude.
It's my pet Chihuahua!
Here, boy. Here, boy.
Yo quiero Taco Bell.
Yo quiero my Taco Bell, bitch.
Speedy-- Speedy Gonzales!
-Speedy Gonzales! -What is he doing?
-What the fuck? -Oh, shit!
What the fuck?
That's my car! Man, what the fuck?
Fuck! Call the cops, yo! Someone fucking call...
Fucking... Anybody see this shit?
That's my car, man!
Fuck!
The cops!
The cops are coming!
Teo!
Please, Mr. Kahn, I will pay to you to fix the car.
Please, don't press charges.
We are in immigration process. So sorry.
No, Dad, press charges! The kid's a psycho.
Mr. Kahn, please, just let us pay you.
You wanna settle, Mr. Kahn?
Well, officer, these are our terms.
I'll agree not to press charges...
on the condition that you pay my son $15,000 for the property damages.
Did he say $15,000?
-Yeah, Mom. We have to. -What do you mean?
Otherwise, we're screwed. This guy's a lawyer.
Dear God.
Okay.
You can make it out to Jared Kahn.
Irresponsible!
-Inconsiderate! -Me? Inconsiderate? What about him?
He's the one who dragged us into this shit!
-None of this was my idea! -Shut up!
You're so hell-bent on this stupid fucking NASA illusion.
Grow up!
You convinced yourself that you're better than everyone,
that you're hot shit, but you're a nobody!
You're the nobody! I'm gonna beat the shit out of you!
Shut up! Both of you! This is the last straw.
That money's coming out of your college savings account.
And, Mateo, you're gonna give me all the money you've earned with your dad.
You're not gonna bully me!
Pack all your things. We're going back to Colombia.
I'm selling the house and paying the fucking extortion money.
It's over!
...like such major competition.
Personally, I would have picked Lauryn Hill or Madonna.
But it would be such an honor.
I've been working for a really long time, though, for my success and everything.
But it's totally paid off, being able to come to places like this.
Sorry, Mom. I fucked us over.
Sweetie, look what came for you.
So... I got in.
Hang on. So what now?
Nothing, Teo.
Nothing changes.
Nothing changes, my ass.
They're offering you a spot.
There must be something you can do. Go talk to them.
Do it.
Make it so that it expands outwards.
I'm ready, Teo.
Hit it.
So dope!
You did it. Well, we did it. I helped you.
Excuse me, sir.
I came to apologize for breaking your trust. I have no excuse.
I messed up bigtime, and...
Ever since I can remember,
coming here, working at NASA, it's everything to me, sir.
And still you thought that lying was the best way to get there?
The people in this field need to be forthright and dependable.
Lives are at stake.
I recognize I made a huge mistake.
Okay, I wanna be transparent with you.
My immigration papers were screwed up by a crooked immigration lawyer.
That's unfortunate.
It means I can't go here, even if I've been accepted.
Ever since I went into space,
the whole concept of borders stopped making any sense to me whatsoever.
What are you gonna do now?
My only hope is to get an Extraordinary Abilities visa
so I could stay and afford tuition as an in-state student.
I see.
Is there any way you can still make those calls you promised for my project?
The only way I can get that visa is if NASA sponsors me and the R&D.
It's one thing for you to apologize, which I appreciate,
but how can I trust you're not gonna let me down again?
Just give me another chance, sir.
It's my reputation on the line.
I understand.
Thank you for your time.
ONE MONTH LATER
My little bird is leaving the nest.
Promise me you'll take good care of yourself?
Don't worry, Mom. I'll figure something out.
I'm gonna miss you.
-Love you. -Me too.
Tell the old man I miss him.
Of course, bro.
You killed those graphics. Thanks for helping me out.
All good.
Listen. Give this to Mafe for me, please?
Sure thing.
-I love you. -I love you.
Hi, Carlos. This is Dr. Onitsuka.
I'm calling because I actually passed on your idea
to a colleague at the Heliophysics Lab.
He's intrigued. He wants to know if you'd like to come into my office
and meet with him next Tuesday.
Is that good with you? Let me know. Thanks.
Man!
Nervous?
It's okay. They've already gone over the dossier, so just keep it concise.
Be sure to wrap things up with the project's practical applications.
All right. You're gonna be great. Let's go.
The probe right in front of you is designed to confirm my hypothesis
that man-made VLFs are creating a protective bubble
that is expanding around our planet.
I've uploaded a data system simulation into the probe
to show how our software will interpret the data of the alleged expansion.
Let me demonstrate.
Can you run the altitude control simultaneously?
It will be sluggish.
I'm working on updating the processor, but I'll give it a try.
I can see how you were impressed, Mike.
But I was under the impression
that this project wasn't in such a precarious stage.
Carlos, give us a couple of minutes?
-I can reboot it and run it again, sir. -Thank you very much, young man.
So they passed on your project.
They had a tight window.
We could try again next year.
No, I can't!
Carlos, don't do anything rash. Carlos--
With all due respect, sir, I don't think you're seeing the big picture here.
There's so many applications for the data we can generate with this.
It could protect your instruments up there.
It could also revolutionize telecommunications, the energy sector
and private aerospace transportation in just a few years.
I know the probe still needs work,
but an experiment like this has never been thought of before.
Wouldn't you wanna know if the bubble exists?
Few people get to answer an enigma like this, sir.
And we can be the ones to do exactly that.
I need your backing so that I can stay in the States
and set up this project here at the Aerospace Institute.
Is there any way we could please figure out a work-study situation
in where I could keep developing the probe?
I can work closely with Dr. Onitsuka.
What do you say, Mike?
We're coming up, sweetie!
-Do you need help? -No, it's okay.
Okay, watch your step.
-Careful not to scratch it. -Scratch what?
-And watch my stairs! -Turn it. There you go.
That's it. Careful, Teo.
That's good. Turn it right there.
Good, good.
Here, here.
Down.
That's it.
-Here, sweetie. -Thanks, Mom.
We should send Carly some pictures of the apartment.
Yes. Good idea, honey.
The Lanceros Academy demands that all of its members
must be in perfect physical and psychological conditions.
Only those who withstand the elite training will be accepted.
Only a select few-- Listen carefully.
Only a select few will earn the privilege
of becoming an honorable Lancero of the National Army of Colombia.
If any of you believe that you have these virtues
and the valor to gain an invaluable education in leadership,
please raise your hand.
Congratulations, young man.
Any others?
All right. Fresh out of the oven. One calibrated spectrophotometer.
It looks amazing.
-Let me know when you're ready. -Yes, sir.
Okay! Power it up, Mike! I'm ready!
Okay. Initializing installation. Go!