My mother dancing--
I could barely get her to dance with me at my wedding.
She couldn't get enough.
She'd make us go at least once a week.
Pain in the ass for the security detail, but she insisted.
Was she any good?
No.
She was awful.
[LAUGHTER]
She had no really--
no sense of it at all.
But nobody loved dancing as much as she did.
I had no idea.
There's so much I didn't know.
So much I'll never know.
To exist in your father's world, to survive it,
she had to hide parts of herself.
Parts she eventually lost touch with,
things that didn't fit in the role of Jose Galindo's wife.
There's no reason to try to make sense of all of this now.
What's done is done.
Dwell on the dead for too long, they'll take you with them.
It's the last thing that your mother would have wanted.
Did she-- did she reciprocate your feelings?
She was always loyal to your father.
[DOOR OPENING]
Well, I--
I appreciate your candor.
Thank you.
So you could remember her the way she was.
Who was that?
No one.