Fucking rascal!
-No. Stay away from me. -No, come here!
-Leave me alone! You're not my mom. -Shut up!
You can't get to Cuba by train.
You can't actually go anywhere.
Please, Esti...
Will you get in the car?
You have a car?
-Yes! -Yes!
Beverly's.
I'll go with you,
but on one condition.
Watch out!
Be careful!
You're so selfish.
Did you know Jess was up all night looking for you?
Because she cares about me... unlike you.
I love you.
Slowly.
Slowly. Slowly, yes, slowly.
Slowly!
Stop being such a child!
I'm not a child.
I turned 17 last month.
Did you know that?
But this place makes me feel old, it makes me feel alone.
When I met you, I thought my prayers were answered.
That's the only thing I feel stupid about.
Not because of my accent, not because of my English or anything else.
It's because I thought you were a blessing.
Oh, my God.
Here.
I found them in-between the cushions.
I'm sure they're fine.
That's good, well... Even if you don't believe me,
I do feel bad that you had to grow up so fast.
I know how that is.
I had a daughter.
When I was your age.
I was too young.
I didn't have a partner.
My parents thought if I raised her, I would screw her up, so...
They took her from me.
Well, really, I let them.
Because I knew that with that freedom I could finally escape.
From everything.
I haven't seen her since then.
You have her eyes.
That's why sometimes,
when I look at you,
you don't know how it makes me feel.
It's like seeing her and not seeing her.
Are you cold?
Let's see, maybe I have a blanket here in the back.
Let's go after them!
Gonna trample them. Let's go!