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- People always ask me,
"What's it like to be a child of immigrants
in this country?"
Do you wanna know the truth?
All you do is lie.
[sniffling] Hey, Ma.
Yeah, I'm taking the 4:00 p.m. train.
Yeah. I did so good, they let me off early this week.
[small laugh]
[exhales]
I love you, Mama.
Okay. Bye.
[whispering] Oh, fuck.
[sighs]
Getting laid off sucks.
Ooh!
[bright music]
♪ ♪
[music distorts, resumes]
♪ ♪
My parents like to leave me gifts on my nightstand
when I come home for the weekend.
Jesus Christ. Why?
♪ ♪
- Mama! Did you watch the Trump inauguration?
We TiVoed it for you.
- Yeah, Mama, it was great.
- You know what I love the most?
The Irish dancers had no tattoos.
Such nice young men.
The greatest president of our time.
- Mm-hmm.
I recently came out to my parents...
as a Democrat.
♪ Mami, Papi, la baby's home ♪
♪ La baby's home ♪
They took it really hard.
- You donated to Hillary Clinton.
- [speaking Spanish]
I need money.
- Wait, you guys opened my mail?
- You don't like us opening your mail,
get a PO box!
You're a Democrat, Mama?
When did you know?
Did you experiment at Rutgers?
- Si!
- Me? It's my fault?
- Yes. - Okay. Explain that one
to me, please. - Bueno--
- Because she has two parents, Jose, two.
[arguing continues]
- I told them it was a phase.
- None of it is my fault. I didn't raise a Democrat--
- [sobbing]
- [mouthing words]
[phone buzzes]
Oh, Papi, I need to get back to New York early today.
- [speaking Spanish]
I keep telling you, all this time
spent chasing your dreams
is time spent away from your family.
- Ma, it's an event for work. It's not an audition.
Remember, it starts at 8:00.
- Oh, that's different then. Why didn't you say something?
- Papi, remember Los Oscars?
- It's like the Oscars, but they give them out
to people who work in the office.
- Mamita, let me drive you.
Look, I brought you stuff from Home Goods.
- Ma, no, I don't need all that stuff.
We redecorated recently-- - I wouldn't know.
I'm not allowed there.
- Eeee!
[mouse squeaking] Aah! Oh, my God!
I'm gonna die!
- Is your roommate there, Emel?
- Papi, it's pronounced Amel,
como George Clooney's wife.
- Mama, I love him.
I'm so happy he finally settled down.
- Is Emel con Isis?
- Papi, stop. She's Muslim.
Don't say that.
- Jose, that's racist!
But Mama, be careful, okay?
Be nice to her.
Here, give her the pork chops from last night.
Mamita, are you sure I can't drive you?
- No, Mama, I don't need help. This is not a lot.
- Isabel, let her be--this is how they living in Nueva York.
They carry bookbags and living con Isis.
- Mama, wait.
Santa Miguel, Mama. Put this in your purse.
That way, he can always protect you.
- Mama, this is heavy.
- I know. That's why...
I got you the matching necklace.
You can always turn to him now.
Lift hair. - Mm-hmm.
"Saint Michael, pray for us."
- Okay. I'm gonna go get ready.
- Put it in your purse. - Putting it in now, Mama.
[father speaking Spanish]
Remember, Papi loves you. Mami loves you.
[train whistle blows]
Love you, baby. - Love you, too, Papi.
[energetic music]
[grunts]
♪ ♪
Ah. This is so heavy.
[grunts] I don't even use olive oil.
♪ ♪
[whispers] Shit.
Hey, girl. Oh, look who's doing yoga!
- Jackie--scarf. I'm praying.
Go unpack your stuff.
- Okay.
[bags rustling]
See ya in the kitchen.
Living in New York can be difficult,
but I'm so grateful for Amel.
She works as a paralegal and is pursuing a stunt career.
She keeps it real.
We met on Craigslist, but I lied about that too.
Mama, I got a new roommate.
- That's great, Mami.
What nationality is she?
You didn't meet her on Craigslist, right?
Please don't tell me you met her on Craigslist.
You know that's how people get killed.
- No, Ma, we met at work. - Ay, thank God.
You know, I taped that special on "Dateline"
about those killers so you could watch it.
You gonna watch it?
- I'm gonna watch it, Mama, I promise.
- See?
- Girl,
your parents know there's food in New York, right?
- [chuckles] There is a sale at Costco.
- You're back kinda early.
- [singsong] I have a date tonight.
- Another internet guy?
- No. Manny.
- Oh! The Cuban Ed Norton. That's cool, cool, cool, um...
so, doesn't he smoke weed like every day?
- Amel, it's how he relaxes.
- First thing in the morning?
- We have a connection.
Manny gets me. Mmm!
Other guys usually don't, like Eric,
the startup founder with white parents.
[phone buzzing] I have to get that.
I think it's my mom.
- You talked to your mom like 20 minutes ago.
[phone buzzing] I haven't talked to my mom
in like a month. - Yeah, Mama?
Oh, the clementines are on sale?
4.99? That's a good price, Mama.
Yeah. Yeah, can you get me the coupon?
- So what's really going on with you guys?
- I don't know, we've been hanging for two months now,
and I think it's getting serious.
[squeals]
- So does that mean like you're bringing him
to your work thingamajig or...
- I got laid off.
- What? What happened?
Jackie, you just started.
- I know! They said they ran out of money
and this is what happens at a startup.
It's awful.
- That really sucks.
So what are you gonna do?
- I dunno. I'm trying to figure it out.
- Well, now you can at least audition
during the day and then work at night.
- No, no, no, no auditions. I'm not auditioning.
I'm not ready yet. - You're not an actress
if you're not auditioning,
and you haven't gone on one audition yet.
- Wow. Way to kick me when I'm down.
- Did you forget why you moved to New York?
- [huffs] - What's with the chain?
Are you going through a J.Lo phase again?
- No, my mom gave it to me.
[phone buzzes] Oh, my--speak of the devil.
[buzzing] I forgot to call her.
Hey, Mama.
Hi, Mamita! Did you get in okay?
- Yeah, Ma, I got in okay. Don't worry.
- You didn't text me,
then your papi turned on the news,
and they were talking about
people falling in the subway tracks.
I was so worried.
- Yeah.
- Mama, you left your mug here.
- Oh, I thought I left it in the hamper.
- I bought it for you
so you could take it to work.
- Keep it there, Ma. I can use it when I get home.
- Is this because your boss is a Democrat?
- Ma, I don't know if he's a Democrat.
What does that matter?
- Why are you getting so defensive, okay?
I'm just asking.
I know how important it is
for you to be around Democrats.
I'm just asking if--
what's your boss's name again?
- My boss's name? Um...uh...Michael Scott.
- If Michael Scott is one,
maybe he would be offended
if you brought this mug to work,
and that's why you left it here.
- I told you, I'm not a Democrat.
I'm just going through some stuff.
- Don't forget... [speaking Spanish]
To your parents, okay?
We did not flee Cuba so you could become one.
- Democrats aren't communists, Mama.
- Never forget the opportunities
that this country gave to us, okay?
[speaks Spanish]
Did you find out what you're gonna wear to the Oscars?
- Not yet. Okay, Mama, gotta go.
Love you, bye.
- Send me pictures!
- Safe to say you haven't told them yet.
- Amel, you don't understand.
No one in my family has ever moved out of New Jersey.
I can't tell them--they would make my life miserable.
- They're gonna find out eventually.
- Would you tell your baba that you got laid off,
and instead of finding another job
that you're "pursuing your dream"?
- Hell, no! - Thank you.
- And leave my baba out of this.
Michael Scott is your boss now?
Really, Jackie? What else are you lying about?
- I eat the peanut butter from your jar,
but I follow the pattern so you don't know I ate it.
- First of all, that's not lying.
I see you do it, okay?
And I'm just saying you're in a financial hole right now.
Mami and Papi could really help you out of it.
What are you doing with the Ziploc bags?
- These are my almonds, my new meals.
It's gonna save me a ton of money.
Yeah.
- Who made you this way?
- By the way, where are you going with all that makeup?
- I am going to train with Denise.
- Oh! Is Sean working today?
- Why are you smiling like that?
- I'm smiling because
I'm thinking about what I'm gonna say at your wedding,
and it's making me very happy.
- You are so dramatic.
- And you're so into him. Just give him a chance.
- Look, bro, I'm focusing on my goals right now, okay?
You should too, like--
- ♪ Goin' to the chapel, and we're ♪
♪ Gonna get ma-a-arried ♪
- I'm not Christian, so...
- Oh, my God, Amel, I'm so sorry.
♪ Goin' to the mosque, and we're ♪
♪ Gonna get ma-a-arried ♪
♪ Going to the mo-osque ♪
♪ Of love ♪ - I really wish you'd grow up.
- Tell Sean I said hi.
- That was really good.
You've had a lot of progress in the past few weeks.
- Thank you so much! - No, I mean, like,
there's people I been working with for years
that haven't, you know, like committed
and, um, put in the kind of work--
but good work.
Good job, good job. - Thank you.
- I'll see you tomorrow, right? - Yep!
- Okay.
♪ ♪
- Ladies and gentlemen, watch how Amel flirts with Sean.
- Hey, where's your friend?
- What?
- Where's your friend, the one that's always, uh,
dancing?
- She's busy.
- Oh, so you flying solo.
- Yeah.
- That's what's up. [chuckling]
- I'm sorry, is there something that I can help you with, or...
- Yeah, uh, well,
I'm here in case you need a training buddy.
- Naw, I'm all good on that, I--
I have enough buddies. Thanks.
- Well, I mean, I'm a fitness and--
[clears throat]
Hey!
[chuckles]
[percussive music]
♪ ♪
- You cute.
- ♪ Boom bala gaza, boom bala gaz ♪
♪ Boom boom bala gaza, boom bala gaza ♪
♪ Boom bala gaza, boom bala gaz ♪
- No! I haven't lost weight.
I'm always thin like this. [giggling]
- ♪ Boom bala gaza, boom bala gaza ♪
♪ Boom bala gaza, boom bala gaz ♪
♪ Boom boom bala gaza ♪ [phone buzzing]
♪ Boom bala gaza, boom bala gaz ♪
♪ Boom boom bala gaza, boom bala gaz-- ♪
- Hello?
- Where are you?
- Papi, I'm on my way to Los Oscars.
- Papi, I told you already.
Remember, the event for work.
They give you awards and you network.
- No, Papi, como meeting people in your field.
- Oh, okay. I was watching el news on Telemundo.
- Don't use them. Son dangerous.
You need to meet people outside, at parties,
at salsa dancing-- only weirdos meet online.
- Papi, no one meets salsa dancing anymore.
Everyone meets online now.
- Are you talking to Jackie? - Eh.
- Bueno, give me the phone. I wanna know
what she has on for Los Oscars.
- Tu mama wants to know what you're wearing to--
- Gimme the phone! - Pero, que--
[overlapping yelling]
- Jackie? Es Mami.
Mama, did you dress up for the Oscars?
Send me a picture. You must look super classy.
- Yeah, Mama, I look, uh...
really classy.
- Are you up for an award?
- Yeah. I'm up for, uh, Most Improved.
- Mama, you just started that job--is that bad?
Most Improved means you're bad.
- Yeah, no, Mama, I'm most improved for using...a fitbit.
We have a fitbit challenge. It's a walking challenge.
- Jose, it's a walking challenge.
- Most improved for walking.
- [speaking Spanish] - Bueno. Your father says
you should know how to walk by now.
- Okay, I'm walking to Los Oscars.
I love you guys! Bye!
- Bye.
Most Improved.
She did a good job.
- She's not fired. She's working.
She's working and she's walking,
which is more than I can say for you.
She should be sitting in her chair, her computer.
- Jojo, I don't see you winning any prizes
for most improved for walking.
No way.
Okay?
[electronic music]
♪ ♪
- Hey. - Hey, superstar.
- Good to see you. - Good to see you too.
You look amazing.
- What's up? - I was just on the phone
with my dad, and he was trying to give me dating advice.
He said that I should meet guys out salsa dancing.
- Huh. - That I'll meet a nice
young man now. - Does he know
that's how we did? - No.
I don't wanna give him the satisfaction.
[both laugh] - You're terrible.
Let's get a drink. - Yes, let's go.
- My friend.
[electronic music playing over speakers]
♪ ♪
- You know, if you wait a beat before you kick,
it'll actually help you with your balance
and give you more power for that follow-up.
- I got it. Thank you.
- I'm just trying to help out.
I mean, as the fitness manager,
I gotta make sure all my members are okay.
- Wait. So you're in charge of hiring
the fitness instructors? - Yes, ma'am.
- Could you get me Zumba audition?
- You wanna teach Zumba?
- No.
Jackie. My friend.
[mellow music playing]
♪ ♪
- [laughs] - Cuban parents.
- It's too much.
- How do they feel about you acting?
I mean, are they supportive?
- Oh...yeah.
A hundred percent.
Lies. - That's great.
I mean, at least they know what acting is.
- Yeah. - I told my parents
I handle Walmart's data, that I'm a data scientist, right?
My dad didn't understand,
and now he just tells everybody that I work at Walmart.
[both chuckle]
- Poor Papi--ooh, ooh. [phone buzzes]
Sorry, one second. Let me just...
Speaking of which...
Guess who just texted me.
- Papi texted the answer right away.
Listen.
I would be on high alert too if you were my daughter.
You have everything going for you.
- Play it cool, Jack.
God, look at him.
He's definitely the one.
- [mouthing words]
You look so beautiful when you do that.
- He's imagined me as his wife.
When I do what?
- Look to the side like that-- that, yeah, yeah.
You have a really beautiful profile.
- Thank you.
♪ ♪
- Can I tell you something?
- That you wanna be with me forever?
- I really enjoy hanging out with you,
getting to know you these past few months.
- Me too.
Oh, my God, he's gonna say it!
[phone buzzes]
Oh, God. [chuckles]
- It's my dad.
[laughs]
Aw, he sent me a picture of my goddaughter Gabby.
You wanna see? - Yeah, let me see.
She's so cute.
Aww.
Wait, were those titties?
- Oh, uh... - Those were titties.
- Yeah, it's some girl I slept with a long time ago.
She keeps sending me pictures.
- Well, tell her to fucking stop!
Shit. I shouldn't have said that.
- Why would I do that? It's not like we're exclusive.
Jackie, wait, Jackie.
Jackie, wait!
- [crying]
- ♪ I just wanna love you ♪
♪ Love you, love you, love you ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I just wanna love you ♪
[door hinges creak] - Hey, boo, how'd it go?
[door slams]
[phone chimes, buzzes]
[phone ringing]
- [sniffling]
[exhales]
Hi, Ma.
- Ay, Mama, I'm so happy you picked up.
I just had the most terrible dream, and you were in it.
You were upstairs in your room,
and you were crying for me, and I couldn't get to you.
You kept yelling, "Mami!"
And I couldn't unlock the door.
You sound upset.
Were you watching "Selena" again?
- No, Ma, I'm fine. I, uh,
I got home late from the Oscars
and I just walked in. I'm just very tired.
- You didn't send me any pictures.
Ay, Mama, it scares me
to think of you out at this time,
but go to bed.
I just needed to hear your voice.
You don't need any money, right?
- No, Ma, I'm fine.
- Okay, Mama.
I'll talk to you tomorrow.
Love you.
Mama! - [grunts]
- Mama. - What, Ma?
- Did Emel like the pork chops?
- Yeah, Ma, she loved them. - Good.
I'll make her some more for next weekend.
Okay, baby. I love you so much.
- You too.
- [sighs]
- [loud snore]
[knock on door]
- You don't have to follow the lines.
- [sniffles]
Everything is falling apart, Amel.
I feel like su--
I feel like such a failure.
I can't even tell my mom to stop making you pork chops.
- At least you got Selena watching over you.
- I guess.
[energetic dance music]
Amel got me a Zumba audition,
and I need to practice.
♪ ♪
- Nice moves.
[music stops]
[laughing] - Oh, my God.
- Why haven't you returned my calls?
You ran out that night,
and I never heard from you again.
- I've actually been really busy,
and I actually have to go-- I have a work call.
I'm gonna get going. - Oh, hey, you got a new job?
- It's for Zumba.
- I thought Zumba was a dance class.
- You don't know it all. Just--
[phone buzzes]
- Papi's still annoying you, huh?
- Why do you assume it's my dad?
It can be an agent or a guy I'm dating.
- I know it's not a guy you're dating because
no one calls each other in New York, so...
- [chuckles] Well, you don't know it all.
Oh, look, it's actually a guy I slept with a month ago,
and he keeps texting me pictures of his gigantic penis.
- You're still mad over that? - Am I still mad over that?
Am I still mad over that? - Okay, okay, okay.
- Are you crazy? - Poor choice of words.
I'm sorry.
Please believe me when I tell you
that girl means nothing to me. I told her to stop.
- That's too bad, because from her tits,
I can tell she was such a really nice girl.
- Okay.
- I thought that when you hang out with someone
for two months straight that they were exclusive
and there's something going on.
- There is!
So you mean to tell me
that you've been exclusive this entire time?
- Yes. I just wanna be with you.
That's none of your business. That's really not.
- Yeah, you probably haven't been.
I saw you texting and smiling underneath the table.
- I was texting Amel!
- You told me you were texting your dad.
- I thought...
- I just--I wish you would have said something.
I just wish you... - Just--no, stop, stop.
- Would have said something - Stop. Go smoke your weed.
Tell Mrs. Titties I said hi.
- Jackie, come on, wait!
You're always fucking...
[scoffs]
[door slams]
- I hate New York!
[screams]
- Did you miss your-- - [screams]
- Did you miss your stop on the subway again?
- No! I ran into Manny!
- Around here? - Yes! It was terrible.
Looking like this. In my Zumba clothes!
- I mean, you look-- you look hot.
- I'm so pissed, Amel. He was asking me
like why we never talked about being exclusive.
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
- Yeah, but you didn't, though, right?
- Just put a dagger through my heart, why don't you?
And you remember who received
the text message with the titties?
- Yeah, but did you ever, like out loud, with your mouth,
say, "Hey, I wanna be exclusive"?
- You know what?
I cannot deal with this right now.
No one in this city is on Team Jackie--at all!
- Jackie, you have an audition
in an hou-- [door slams]
[phone buzzing]
- They have a sixth sense
of when it's the worst time to call.
Que, Papi? - Jackie.
What are you doing?
- Papi, I'm walking home from work.
- Jackie, that's dangerous!
- Papi, it's all white people.
I just passed an organic deli. Everything's organic.
I'm telling you, be careful walking alone at this time.
- Papi, Brooklyn is not dangerous.
We're not in 19-- - Give me your phone!
- Oh, my G-- - Give me your phone.
- Oh, my God. - And your bag.
- Take a Uber.
Hello?
Psh.
[speaking Spanish]
- Oh, my God. Okay. - Let's go.
- Is that a platano?
- It's a banana, dumb-ass. - Oh! Okay.
NSYNC lover!
- What'd you call me?
- Shit! That's the pass code to my iCloud.
Please don't kill me. - Bitch, are you crazy?
You just got robbed. - Just leave my files!
[electronic music]
♪ ♪
[ringing] - Yeah?
- It's Jackie.
- Why aren't you using your keys?
- I just got mugged. - Oh, my God!
[buzzer]
Oh, my God, Jackie, are you okay?
- I got mugged in my Zumba clothes!
- Yeah, I'm gonna kill him. - No, no.
No, no, stop, stop. Amel, stop.
- Okay, look, I could reschedule
your audition for you.
We can go to the cops.
- Um...
No. - No.
- Help me rub my elbow,
and I'll borrow your music on your phone.
- Yeah. - And then we can go?
- Okay. - Okay.
Why are these things always happening to you?
- I don't know!
- What up, man, check this out.
Yo, Papi is hilarious!
- Yo, her parents are all up in her business, bro!
- Damn!
- They're worse than my mom, dog.
- [laughing]
Yo, what else she got?
There could be some money in there.
This something good?
- Bro, you're not lookin' right.
- Yep.
It's a go, bro.
Sell that shit. [laughing]
[low chatter]
- Oh.
- Okay. First audition.
It's not acting, but it's an audience.
- [mouthing]
- Please, God, give me strength.
I feel like I'm... gonna throw up.
[cheers and applause on TV]
Mama, I wanna be on TV.
I wanna be an actress.
- Jennifer Lopez?
- Si, Papa.
- You can do it, Mama.
But there's a lot of rejection.
A lot of people don't make it.
Follow your heart.
Just don't leave us, okay?
- I won't.
- Hey, guys, welcome to Zumba.
My name is Jackie. Thanks so much for being here.
I mean, you're here 'cause you wanna be here.
We all have choices in life, so that's that.
That's fun. [softly] Yes.
Anyone have any injuries?
And a broken heart doesn't count!
Not that I would know!
No. Great. Awesome.
Okay, just remember it takes a lot of courage to be here.
Um, uh, and, um, this is our dance space,
and this is our safe space.
- Just start the class already.
[all murmuring, scattered claps]
- Okay.
Love your enthusiasm.
Here we go.
Whoo!
[energetic dance music plays] Gonna shake it.
Gonna shake it, shake it, shake it.
Okay, here we go. Five, six, seven, eight,
and go.
♪ ♪
Up...up...
Who's your daddy?
Up, up, up... [laughter]
[grunting]
[hip-hop music]
♪ ♪