04x05 - Chapter Thirty-Three

[bunniefuu]

[snoring]

- [g*n c*ck]
- Your stash or your life, b*tch.

Cuete, what the fu... I don't have a stash.

You're the head of a clika.

Of course you do.

Hey! Who the hell...
Oh! Get off! Get off! [grunts]

You come at me again,
I'll put another hole in your face.

You little b*tch!
Do you know what hood you're in?

- Yo, check out the mouth on this one.
- [in Spanish] Cuete, we had an agreement.

We didn't have a deal.
I had a deal with Spooky.

But now word's out about Cuchillos,
and that deal is no más.

Power's up for grabs, Lil' Spooky,
so we're grabbing what we can.

- Including your stash.
- I don't know what you're talkin' about.

[g*n c*ck]

Lining of the freezer door.

[clattering]

Yo, there's gotta be, like,




No sh*t.

Now, why would you keep
that much cash in your crib?

- You get an F at being a G.
- [g*ng chuckles]

You're starting sh*t you're not ready
to finish, Cuete. It's not what you think.

Take anything else, just not the money.

- [g*n c*ck]
- You're not in a position to negotiate.

Not anymore.

Come on, Nina.

You know you're my only round-the-way bae.

I don't know. Somebody must have
hacked my account or something.

I would never
slide into your sister's DMs.

We all know you're the hotter twin.

[chuckles] Wait, which one
am I talking to?

Okay, so not the hot one. [scoffs]

I can't right now
with your lack of punctuality!

As an elected official, when you're


Not that I'm in any way
rubbing my position in your face...

Sorry. I got sidetracked
by something on Jasmine's Insta.

- Was that there yesterday?
- No, she just posted it this morning.

No. That.

- It's not a big deal.
- Not a big deal?

The block hasn't been this hot
in, like, almost a year.


The Prophet$ are tagging over 19th Street.

The Santos are tagging over both of them.

It's like some type
of ghetto-a*s art crawl.

Seriously, who cares?
We have bigger things to worry about.

Like what?

The fact that Jasmine's hanging out
with another guy.

Pfft. Pics or it didn't happen.

Hmm. Not seein' it. Enhance.

Okay, let's put the phone away... psycho!

[grunts]

You know, playing Where's Waldo?
in Jasmine's IG is like...

getting into stalker territory.

Wait.

That definitely wasn't there yesterday.

sh*t is getting serious.

Maybe you could hit up Sad Eyes.

Ask for a larger territory
or for more product.

Mi primo's been talking
to his homies over on Central.

They're looking to get in the game.

We can make that money back
in a few months.

We?

There is no we in this situation.

It's only me.

And I don't need advice.

You have no idea how long it took me
to put that much cash together.

I'm just trying to help.

It would've been helpful
if you kept your mouth shut.

Oh, screw you.

What was I supposed to do?
Let him blast on you?

I would've taken a b*llet
before I let 'em take that money.

- You would have let me take that b*llet.
- No!

- Okay, look, that's not what I meant...
- Really? 'Cause I would take one for you.

No second-guessing, no hesitation,
and you don't even deserve it.

You are so concerned with that money
for your friends,

who aren't even your friends anymore,

that you let that as*h*le
put a g*n in my face!

He wasn't gonna sh**t you!

I would never let you
take a b*llet for me.

Bullshit! I'm done.

Oh, come on, Vero! I don't need this sh*t!

Oh, don't put that on me
'cause I don't need this sh*t either!

And it seems like
all it does is follow you.

So, baby,
you better get your priorities in order

before you find yourself by yourself.

[door opens]

[bell ringing]

I need your help to whittle down
my list of suspects in the selfie scandal.

Suspects? You sound insane.

Okay. I've cross-referenced
Jasmine's preferences

with every guy under 5'3",

well-coiffed, a five-step skin regimen,
and a butt she can rest a drink on.

Okay. So who's on the list?

Just me, which means
she's going off-brand. Could be anyone.

[girl] Hey, Jamal!

- [chuckles]
- [scoffs]

Dude! What crawled in your pits and died?

I... had an accident... in lab

and had to get this
out of Coach's rot box.

Have you considered that maybe
it's not a new boyfriend at all?

Maybe it's, uh, Jasmine's dad in the pic.

I can sense a distinct sexual vibe
in that pic.

Look at the way he's standing.
That's a "stick it in" stance.

Okay. You're being emo AF,
and it's making you delusional.

I know. I've been so in my feelings,
I haven't been able to feel myself up.

I can't eat. I can't sleep.
I'm losing my mind!

[gasps] Psychosis is a side effect
of blue ba*ls. Look it up.

[girl] Hey, Jamal.

[sniffing]

Can the prom committee meet at your house?

Yeah. As long as you're there.

Oh, while I have you,
maybe you can help us clear something up.

So first impression.

It has, like, a casual, just friends,
kind of hanging out vibe to it, right?

No... dude clearly wants to smash!

- I mean, look at the way he's standing.
- Yeah, he looks thirsty as hell.

He actually looks well-hydrated to me.

Maybe he just has flexible hips
and a relaxed posture.

Bruh, no guy
sticks their pelvis out like that

unless they're trying to show off
the junk in their frunk.

Just like that, Jamal. Great demo.

Oh! Uh... Yeah, I...
[chuckles] I was emulating him,

but I'm not getting any
"I wanna bone" vibes from it.

- Maybe they already smashed.
- [gasps]

Her face does look pleased.

I know that face! That's somewhere
between two and four orgasms.

Oh! Uh, okay!
I think you guys have helped enough.

- [Jamal] Thank you.
- I'm gonna kick this guy's a*s!

Okay... I'll do nothing now,

but on his 30th birthday,
when he goes to close on his home,

- I'll swoop in and deny the loan.
- [gasps]

Long-playing it. Nice.

No.

That b*tch needs to pay.

I'm gonna hunt him down.

Cuete told me himself.

And even if he didn't say it,
robbing me is enough to end the truce.

Yo, if they want w*r...

they can have it.

But those little shits
need to be put in their place.

I say we wet their asses up.

Start taking back our territory.

Secure my bag first...
then worry about the territories.

To hell with your money.

What?

Why should I care about your money...
when you didn't give a sh*t about mine?

No?

You didn't keep me in the dark
about Cuchillos being dead?

sh*t's been getting thick,
and he needed to know the truth.

So do you, Lil' Spooky.

Joker's taking over
your current territories.

- Wait, what?
- [Sad Eyes] You'll answer to him now.

I'm being demoted?

You're soft.

When things were chill,
you could handle it,

but wartime needs leaders.

That ain't you.

- [scoffs] That ain't me? That ain't me?
- [Sad Eyes] Hey, hey, hey.

- [in Spanish] Calm down.
- [Cesar in Spanish] You serious?

You're gonna do me like this?

There's only so much advice
I can give you that you don't take.

I love you, compa, but Joker's right.
It's time we handle this sh*t like men.

[Cesar scoffs]

[clicks tongue]

[horn honking]

[bell ringing]

[brakes screeching]

Damn! When you said
you were pickin' me up,

I was expecting your dad's car,
not your sugar daddy's!

- Oh my goodness.
- I only say sugar 'cause Bryan's white.

Oh, speakin' of money, do we have
to head straight back to Brentwood?

- Girl, no!
- Good.

I might have good news or bad news,
but either way, we gotta eat.

- Wait. What are you talking about?
- I can find out if I got into Berkeley.

What? Oh my God!
This is legit a Cheesecake Factory sitch.

Ooh! Avocado egg rolls on Bryan!

[Jasmine gasps] Ooh! I like the interior!

Ooh! That thing! Whoo!

Shut up! Do you think that's him?

Seriously doubt it.

A BMW? How the hell am I supposed
to compete with a BMW?

I don't even have my license yet.

- Hmm.
- [Ruby] sh*t!

What if this new guy
doesn't go to our school?

I have to expand my list of suspects.

- Mm-hmm.
- And who would even drive a car like that?

- A drug dealer?
- A car dealer.

- A rich kid!
- An adult.

Or worse!

A rich adult!

To Berkeley's newest student.

- Ooh.
- [Monse chuckles]

- [Jasmine] Mmm.
- Oh.

Okay, if that's what we're doing.

Mmm.

Mmm. [smacks lips]

You gotta milk the fancy
while you can, Monse.

Mm-mm.

Everything is perfect. [sighs]

- Except...
- Hmm. Except?

[sighs] I keep goin' back and forth

on whether or not
I tell Ruby I got accepted.

Why does he even have to know?

[sighs] We've always had this plan
to apply to the same schools.

Specifically Stanford.

- His dream, not mine.
- [chuckles]

But Berkeley never made the cut
'cause he got his culo clenched

over possibly being in Mario's shadow.

Wait. So you revenge-applied
after he dumped you?

[sighs] Berkeley has always
sounded perfect for me.

But now I feel guilty slash not guilty
about it... 'cause on the one hand,

my self-care program
has really opened doors for me.

But on the other,
I still feel like I'm betraying Ruby.

- What?
- [sighs] You know what? Uh-uh.

I cannot let his 'tude bring down my mood.
Okay, fill me up.

Kids are asleep.

- What did I miss?
- All of your champagne.

I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that.

And now no one is driving.

Ooh! No one's gonna be driving either way.

I'm not getting back in a car
with Monse behind the wheel.

- Uh-uh. Girl can't drive.
- She can't?

[inhales] So, Monse, have you applied
for early acceptance anywhere? Or...

I didn't. I don't know where I wanna go.

Well, wherever you applied,
I'm sure you'll get accepted.

I'm just so proud of you.
I'm sure your mum would be too.

Maybe that's why
she didn't answer your letter.

She wanted to tell you herself
the night that she called.

Julia called you?

She left me a voice mail.

What'd she say?

I don't know.

I deleted it.

When was this?

Uh... [exhales sharply]

The night that she died.

I'm sorry about what went down
this morning,

but... I just need you to lay low.

Don't come back to my place 'cause...
it's really weird right now.

- I don't know who I can trust.
- [Vero] You can trust me.

I know.
That's why I need you to stay safe.

- I'll hit you up later.
- Okay.

[phone disconnects]

[vehicle approaching]

[tires squealing]

[sighs]

[water running]

[Monse] Thank you.

[Bryan] Of course.

- Hey, so I just wanna explain the call...
- You don't need to explain anything.

But I want to.

I'm angry... at myself
that I didn't even know she needed help.

I don't know.
Maybe she was calling me for help.

No. You can't save someone
who doesn't wanna be saved.

It's complicated.

How so?

You understand complicated.

That's why you're here.

What do you mean?

Does your dad hit you too?

What?

You came to stay with us for a month...
then you went back to Freeridge,

only to move across the country,
and now you're here to get away again.

No, you're wrong.

I just wanna know the truth.

Please tell me so I can help you.

The truth?

The truth is that your wife was a liar
who abandoned me because I'm too dark

and then lied about my dad because
it was a good excuse to hide her shame.

I know you feel as though
you have to be loyal to your dad,

but your mum is not the villain.

She was trying to save you
and get you out of Freeridge.

Do you hear yourself?

Save me... from my loving father,

the man who gave up everything
to raise me alone,

who never so much as
raised a finger towards me?

Let's get something straight.

Julia did not come looking for me.
I found her.

You know what? This was a bad idea.

I don't need you
to send me back to Mayfield.

[Jasmine] Good night, Papa!

- Ruby knows you're hiding something.
- [gasps]

What the F, Jamal?
How the hell did you get in my room?

I thought I was the something
you were hiding,

and now you're hiding something from me.

Who's the dude you were getting
in the car with after school?

- Monse?
- No, the dude!

- She had her stepdad's car.
- Oh. Okay. Good to know.

Wait! Oh sh*t!

That means I'm the dude again.

We're the something,
and we're officially back to square one.

Relax. I'll throw him off our scent.

I'm texting Ruby to meet me outside in 15.
I'll just tell him I got into college.

Oh, good plan.
Except when you actually get into college,

you can't tell him a second time.
It'll be weird.

I already got in. I just found out.

[gasps] What?
That's amazing! Congratulations!

JJ!

[Jamal] Aw! Ooh!

- And I'm the first person you told?
- Uh... no, actually, you're the third.

My dad, Monse, and now you.
Oh... oh no, fourth.

No, no, no! Actually you're fifth, uh,

if we're counting Bryan
and the waiter from Cheesecake Factory,

but Monse actually told them,
so yeah, yeah, you're back to third!

You told Monse before me?

- Yeah.
- Did you also tell her about us?

- There is no us.
- You're right.

Well, now, thanks to your selfish selfie,

I have to get rid of my sweatshirt.

Oh. I'll take it.
I can donate it or something.

- So what school did you get into?
- Berkeley!

Ooh!

Where Ruby didn't apply?

Maybe it'd be better
if you told him you got a new boyfriend.

Or maybe this will
make it easier for him to move on

since we won't be going
to college together.

Okay, cool. So we're in the clear.

And just to be clear,
Ruby can never... ever know about us.

Okay. Goodbye!

Goodbye.

Power walk in the morning?

- Sunrise is at 6:29!
- 6:29!

- Berkeley!
- JJ!

Nice to see you, Jasmine.
You're looking well.

- You see me every day at school.
- Just exchanging niceties.

Unclench a little.

Right, unclenched.

- So what's up?
- Mira, I have some pretty big news.

I've been debating if I should tell you,

but I figured it'd be easier
if you heard it from me first.

- So...
- I already know.

Did Monse tell you?

Monse knows?

Of course! I told her first!
But how did you find out?

I figured it was only a matter of time
before someone scooped you up,

but... I didn't think it'd happen so soon.

I know. Isn't it crazy?

At first, I didn't think I was gonna
get it in in time, but I did...

and now I got a full ride.

What? Like how full?

Big enough to take care of my needs.

So you already forgotten about me?

I don't know what you want me to tell you.

You know, sometimes things just happen.

I know this isn't what we planned, but...

I'm just doing what's best
for me right now.

And this... feels like a perfect fit.

Ruby?

So are you gonna congratulate me?

No.

[text chime]

[knocking on door]

Come in.

[door opens]

Morning, baby.

- How you feeling?
- Numb.

[sighs]

I know what you're gonna say.
Don't say it.

I have to. I think
you should reconsider Bryan's offer.

I don't feel right taking his money.

I... I don't want you to choose my ego
over what's best for you.

What's this for?

Well, you're a great dad.

- And I'm not changing my mind.
- [scoffs]

Okay. Okay, I... I get it. I tried.

Your mail, milady.

Thank you.

And... don't worry about the room.
It'll be yours again.

- Once you learn how to change a diaper.
- [chuckles] Can't wait.

Oh sh*t.

Jasmine, I have already left you
five messages.

I got a 911 text from Ruby,
and I don't know what it's about,

but I just walked through his back door.

If I find out
you spilled the beans about us...

I'm gonna give you five seconds
to come clean.

Five, four, three, two.

Yeah. I realize...
that I'm listening to your voice mail,

and you can't hear me,

but... if you call me back
in the next ten seconds,

then maybe you'll stop me
before I get blindsided.

One!

Okay. I'll just prepare to be blindsided.

[yells] No!

- Why is she here?
- Can you not right now?

- Why is she here?
- 'Cause I got this in the mail.

I got one too.

- Okay.
- Okay? What do you mean, "okay"?

I mean, why are you trippin'?

"You can't run from the past"
could mean anything.

"Anything"? Really, Jamal?

Could somebody tell Butt-Dial Barbie
over here that that could mean...

[stammering]

There's not many ways to spin that,
but it's nothing to worry about.

Let's see, who could have a reason
for coming after us?

I mean, Cuchillos' body has been ID'd.

We laundered stolen money.
We set up the Prophet$.

Should I keep going or skip to the part
where you continue to be a prick?

It's nothing.

Because who was at the center of that? Me!

Who didn't get a letter? Also me!

Damn it, Jamal! Now is not the time
for your FOMO issues, okay?

- This sh*t is serious.
- Are you done?

The point I'm trying to make here is...

I did not get one!

So how big of a deal
could these letters be?

You don't address a threatening letter
to the secretary.

You address it to the CEO.

So it's a coincidence that as soon as
Cuchillos' body is ID'd, we get these?

Weren't you just telling me
not to worry about the block being hot?

That's because no one
was coming after us. Now they are!

Or maybe someone's just messing with you.

Someone? You mean like you?

I'm offended
you would even put me in the same class

as this amateur-hour bullshit!

Now watch and learn, people.

One.

[sighs]

I gotta get the thumb in.
Gotta break 'em in when they new.

What?

Did you think I was gonna incriminate
myself with fresh fingerprints?

Give me that!
First of all, what is this? 1995?

Who buys actual magazines?

I've gone fully digital,

and I would have opted for
an anonymous email,

encrypted and sent from a VPN.

But if I did buy actual magazines,

I wouldn't have cut all the letters
from the same one.

You need different mediums,
color palettes, paper stocks.

And what is this adhesive? Glue stick?

You don't bring kiddie glue
to a glue gunfight!

And the most obvious reason,
I would have sent one to myself too

because, unlike you guys,
I don't forget about me!

I wonder if Cesar got one.

Huh?

[phone vibrating]

- Monse?
- [Monse] Hey, I'm here with the guys.

- Have you gotten any weird mail lately?
- Weird like what?

A... A strange letter
that looks like a ransom note?

Yeah.

- Ruby and I got one too.
- Wait, what?

- Do you know something? What's goin' on?
- I don't know.

- Well, think!
- I don't know!

- What the hell are we supposed to do?
- I don't know!

[g*nshots]

- [Ruby] Cesar!
- [Monse] Cesar!

[grunts]

[grunts]

[grunts]

[vehicle speeding away]

[Cesar] You were right.

- About everything.
- Let me call Sad Eyes.

I've been put off.

I'm scared, Oscar.

I know.

[shaky] I'm sorry.

Hey... it's gonna be okay.

This is what it's about, mano.

This moment of clarity.

We'll figure it out.

How much longer you got this place?

The week.

Can I stay here?
Until I figure out a living sitch?

I'll make sure it's clean, and...

and I'll turn in the keys too.

Yeah. Sure. Sure.

Or...

you can come with me to Portland.

We can leave tonight.

- I can't.
- Why?

What's keeping you here?

[whispers] My life.

What life?

Come with me and build one.

Mira, remember when we were on the beach,

and you said you wanted us
to live above my restaurant?

Well, the space I found
has a studio above it.

I was gonna use it as an office, but...
you can even live there if you want.

I know it's not the beach,
but it's a start.

You can go to school.

You still wanna be an architect? Do it!

Whatever you wanna do...

you can do it from there.

You can do it with me.

But you can't do it here.

What about Vero?

If she loves you, she'll understand.

Okay.

Yeah... let's do it.

Yeah?

Yeah.

I'm gonna come with you.

[Oscar in Spanish] Son of a b*tch!
This is everything! [exhales]

This is our moment, cabrón.

Hey, we're finally gonna be
a real family. [chuckles]

A real, real one this time.

[in Spanish] Look, you know what?

This deserves a drink
before we hit the road.

Let me get the good tequila.

- Shot glasses on the counter, yeah?
- Great. [laughing]

[phone ringing]

- Hey.
- [Isabel] Hey, Papi.

Are you on the road yet?

He's coming with us, Isabel.
He's actually coming with us.

- Who?
- Cesar. He's here now.

- Is he okay?
- Yeah, yeah, he's fine.

sh*t went down, but I think
it got his mind right. He even apologized.

Wow, baby.

[chuckles] That's great.

Just... you know, kid-gloves.

- Don't push him too hard.
- Yeah, I know. I won't. I'm just...

[sighs, chuckles]

Love, I know.

You guys, hurry up and come home.

[vehicle approaching]

Babe, I gotta go.

[shaky] I love you.

- [g*nshots]
- [Oscar screams, grunts]

- [vehicle speeding away]
- Oscar?

- Oscar!
- [Oscar gasping]

Oscar!

- Oscar!
- [moaning]

- Hey! Hey! Hey!
- [gasping]

Hey, hey, did you see who it was?
Who did this to you? Tell me!

- Tell me!
- [gasping]

[Cesar breath trembling]

[sobbing] No! No! No! No! No!

Oscar! Oscar!

[screams] Oscar!

No, no, no, no, no! No, no, no!

[screaming] Help! Somebody help us!

Oscar! Oscar!

[sobbing] No, no, no, no, no, no!
Not my brother! Not my brother!

No, no, no, no, no!

[wailing] Help!

[screams in Spanish] Help!

[sobbing] Not my brother!

Not my brother!

No!

[crying]

♪ Colder... ♪

Oscar!

No, please! No! Don't leave me! Oscar!

♪ Bare with me ♪

♪ I'm suffering for you ♪

♪ Holes from were the birds scratch
And peck ♪

♪ I lose my dignity for you ♪

♪ Cautious with your torment ♪

♪ I dangle as prey ♪

♪ Voices from the desert of hell
Are screaming ♪

♪ I should escape ♪

♪ 'Cause blood is your taste ♪

♪ I feel colder ♪