03x08 - Chapter Twenty-Eight

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How do we know which way to go?

- What is that gonna tell us?
- If you pay attention...

nature speaks.

As do paths.

The homies say there's always a path.

So if you ever have to dispose
of something and find it again,

you always can.

That's some morbid sh*t.

We have to go in deep.

Bodies are never buried
next to the highway.

What if it's off the path?

We'll still see something.

Or smell it.

Is this it?

Nah.

No one's gone through here.

Hey. What about this?

I know we need to help Cesar get closure,
but we don't have closure with Cuchillos.

She's still out there
and is going to come for us.

I know. I've been thinking about that too.

Things aren't looking good for us,
are they?

You know what sucks?

I may never get to drive a car.

I'm never gonna get to stick it in.

Or at least,
somewhere besides my own sock.

And a jar of jelly.

A jar of jelly?

Like from your fridge?

Yeah.

- Was it the boysenberry or the marmalade?
- I don't know. Why does it matter?

It matters.

- All right, the marmalade. No one eats it.
- I eat it!

I eat the marmalade!

I won't tell anyone.

I know.

And it doesn't matter.

Especially if we're dead.

Shut up.

What the hell was that for?

- You're driving me crazy.
- Not just you.

The growl is to alert the animals
of our presence.

Well, you're making too much noise,

and if someone is still out here,
you're gonna lead them to us.

This is mountain lion territory,

and the higher we get,
the more probable an attack becomes,

which hopefully doesn't happen
since I'm using my homemade death spritz,

which makes us smell toxic
to the predators.

That's aposematism 101. Look it up.

Fine, you can keep the spray.

But lose the growl.

I don't think we should not growl.

It's making me anxious.

- I'll have a Slim Jim.
- No, you won't.

Now, I gave you the option to take
one of my other go bags full of snacks,

but you didn't want the added load,
so to each their own.

Enjoy your fingernails.

- Come on, give me a Slim Jim.
- You're trying to take my protein.

Fine, granola.

No, that's a high-density carb.

Then Fruit by the Foot.

No way. I need that to barter with.

- With who?
- We don't know yet.

But it's a highly popular snack,
so odds are that it--

Give him the g*dd*mn Fruit By The Foot!

You need to stop.
Did you forget the reason that we're here?

Jamal's being selfish.

I'm being selfish?

Which one of us found
the RollerWorld money,

and then gave it away to save a friend?

I'm the most selfless person I know.

Don't get all high and mighty.
If we would've never found the money,

Cuchillos wouldn't be breathing
down our necks.

No, no, no, no, "I."
If I hadn't found the money.

Then our lives would be better.

I found the money to help save Cesar.

- What did you do?
- I took a b*llet for him.

Hey. Hey! I never asked for help.

Then or now.

I can't believe
how selfish you all are being

when my brother,
who was trying to protect all of us,

is now probably dead because of us.

You know what?

Just go home.

I'd rather do this by myself.

You're acting like you're the only person
who ever lost anything, or anyone.

You're not the one who almost died,

or who saw the love of their life
choke on their own blood,

or who took months to feel semi-normal

because being normal
is not something I'll ever get to be.

This isn't all about you, Cesar.

Some of us are collateral damage
in your sh*t.

I don't need this disrespect.

You don't even get it.
Just being your friend is a liability.

Then don't be.

- Hey, let's not go there.
- But we're there.

Look in the mirror,
and remember who you are.

'Cause we don't work for you.
We aren't the Santos.

There's no hierarchy in our friendship
where we owe you respect.

You want respect, go hang out
with those dudes on your front porch.

But real friends call you on your sh*t.

Leave.

I release you.

I don't want to be anybody's liability.

This is terrible.

Yeah, that was really harsh.

No.

We shouldn't separate the group.

It's safer if we stick together.

- Shut up, Jamal.
- Stop telling me to shut up.

Cesar shouldn't be out here
wandering off on his own.

Let him go. If he can't appreciate us,
then he can do this himself.

- Ruby, come on.
- Why do you even care?

You're gonna be long gone
while we have to deal with this.

We don't need your input.

Spooky's dead.

He's processing that. He just lost
the only real family that he had.

No. We're the only real family he has.

Then act like it.

Hey.

Hey!

What the hell?

No, you "what the hell"!

Look, I know you're totally panicked
about Spooky, but we're all scared.

'Cause even after we find
what we're looking for,

we still have to confront the fact
that Cuchillos is coming after us.

Monse, I never got to tell him
I was sorry.

I never got to thank him
for everything he has done for me.

Did you hear that?

Yeah, it's cool. It's just them.

- What if it's 19th Street?
- What if it's P-22?

Who?

The mountain lion.

This is why we growl.

You said they come after
everything you love.

- What if they're following us?
- What if it's a trap?

If they wanted to k*ll us, they would have
k*lled us already. Trust me.

Sending me to Oscar's grave
is worse than k*lling me.

They're torturing me.

Dad?

I'm sorry it took so long
for me to respond.

I wasn't able to reload my phone till now,
but I got your messages.

Is Oscar back?

Cesar!

I'm on my way to him now.

So you're safe?

I'm good. I gotta call you back.

Okay.

You didn't want to tell him?

I will...
once I know what I'm telling him.

Let's keep moving.

We're here.

sh*t.

This is our grave.

Hey. Hey, everybody split up and get back.

Do you want to die? Do what I say! Go!

Come out here.

Come out here now!

If this is what you want, I'm right here.

Come get me.

Sons of b*tches!

If you want to k*ll me, I'm right here!

Where the hell is Spooky?

I'm not going to stick my nose
into something that's not my business.

Okay, I am.

I know that bag.

I know who had that bag.

Then you know not to know anything.

She got you pretty good.

But I've seen worse.

You'd be surprised how much of the body
can be sewn back together.

Make sure to keep it clean
and take amoxicillin for at least a week.

Where am I supposed to get that?

I gotta lay low.

You're the drug dealer.

Thank you.

For what?

You know what.

So what are you going to do
with the money?

You gonna eat that?

No offense, Jamal,
but I think the Double Double

rivals the Joint's Charburger.

Okay.

If it's just "okay," then I'm gonna say
it's better than the Joint's Charburger.

Should we talk about what happened?

We were going to k*ll someone.

- I'm gonna go home.
- Me too.

Okay, I guess we don't have to talk
or listen to me talk about not talking.

It's your turn to sigh and head out.

Can I stay?

I'm not ready to go home just yet.

Yeah.

You.

Your front door was open.

I just wanted to peep on you.

I'm a peeper. You're a creeper.
It's different.

I'm sorry about all that stuff I said.

I didn't mean it.

I don't know what you're talking about.
Or maybe I'm confused.

Like an abuelita.

Kissing you
is not like kissing my abuelita.

I was just trying to--

- Crush me?
- No.

- Stab me in the heart?
- No.

- Cut my soul in half and then pee on it?
- No.

I was trying to protect you.

I know.

I knew you were lying.

- No, you didn't.
- Yeah, I did.

- Your butt clenches when you lie.
- But I was facing you.

Yeah, but your moose knuckle becomes
more prominent when you're clenched.

Okay, these are details I do not need
or want to know about myself.

- So we're cool?
- Sure.

Even though I said
some really, really, really, really--

Really.

...harsh things about you?

You had to, or I wouldn't have given up.

Why you being so easy on me?

Because we're destined
to be friends for a long time,

so why should we pretend
like things aren't going to blow over?

They could and they would so they did.

I don't like grudges.

Okay.

But...

what if I don't want to be
just your friend?

Go on.

What if I'm really attracted to you?

Bored.

And I think you're sexy.

Warmer.

And funny.

Warmer.

And I get goosebumps whenever
I think about you holding my hand.

Wet.

And I think about that a lot.

'Cause I think about you a lot.

Like... all the time.

So what does that mean?

- You really don't know?
- Of course I do. Just keep going.

Ha.

So, it means that...

life is fleeting.

I have experienced more than one moment
to know what that means.

I don't have time to waste.
I have to go with my gut.

And my gut is telling me
that I have to do what feels right.

And what feels right... is you.

So you gotta do me?

Hopefully, at some point.

I don't know.
That's really forward, Ruby.

- I think you can handle it.
- I-- I don't know if I can.

But I'm willing to try.

Is that a picture of me on your ceiling?

Yeah.

Cool.

Hello.

What's wrong? What's the emergency?

Nothing. There's no emergency.

Isn't that amazing?

You know, I've been thinking a lot
about purpose.

And it's bullshit.

This could have been a text
instead of a call.

Like RollerWorld.

I'm not even thinking about it anymore.

I mean, I know I'm talking about it, but
it's not, like, occupying my brain space.

You know what I have been thinking
a lot about though?

What?

That I'm probably one of those people
who needs to be in love to have sex.

Jamal, I'm so sorry.

You're looking at a hard life.

Start investing in hand lotion
and marmalade.

No one eats it, and it's always there.

I eat it.

I eat the marmalade!

I gotta go. I'm getting upset.
But before I go...

- Should I text or call her back?
- Text.

Good night.

Wait. One last thing, Jamal.

When the doll doesn't text you back...

don't be upset.

Chemistry.

Hey, Kendra. You're up.

We don't sling to children.

And finally,
we settle our differences with words,

not g*ns.

That's it. The new code de la calle.

Everyone wants a change.

We're fighting over territories
we don't even own.

We're gonna get out of here.
We're gonna own sh*t.

All the Santos are behind me.

There's no dissent.

No dissent here either.

These are your territories.

As long as you stay in your territories,
there's nothing to worry about.

You have my word.

We've had our head on a swivel
for too long.

We work together to clip
problems before they become problems.

You good?

Yeah.

I want to make it to my 16th birthday.

I'm going to make that run now.

See you later.

You're getting played.

- Those kids don't want peace.
- Peace is good for business.

What happens
when the Prophet$ get out of jail?

Or a new g*ng pops up?

- You're not naive.
- That's right. I'm not.

There will always be issues.

But I'm sick of this game.
Someone has to take the first step.

First step or first slip?

They know you're soft.

You're a target now.

Hermano...

it's a new day.

I don't need this sh*t.

I want adult problems.

I want to own a house.

Maybe have a wife, a kid.

All I have right now is resentment...

and missed opportunities.

I don't want that sh*t no more.

It's time to give it away.

Start a new chapter.

What if someone takes your power?

Let him.

You taught me,
the real power is all up here.

This is a completely emotional decision.

I get it. You're nervous.

Okay, but just take a beat, baby.
Sleep on it.

I don't need to sleep on it.
I've made up my mind.

You said you can get the deposit back
from Mayfield, so get it back.

I'm not going.

There will be other opportunities.
I don't need this.

Give me a real reason
why you need to stay.

Because I don't really want to go.

This was your decision. The more I think,
the more I realize it's not right for me.

I'm not a private school kid.
I'm not going to fit in.

These girls are privileged and entitled,
and I lack a filter,

which means I'm bound to alienate myself
just by being myself.

Or worse, cause a fight.

And girls don't fight like boys.
They use nails and manipulation.

sh*t gets thick real quick.

Plus, they all have money.
What do I have to offer?

Everything.

- You're smart and interesting.
- And from the streets.

Just because you're from the streets
doesn't mean you need to stay there.

I'm not going.

Don't waste this opportunity
on some gangbanger.

His life isn't going anywhere
and yours can.

Your dad's right.

- I'm sorry.
- Don't be. She needs to go.

Feel free to convince her.
I need a break, and a drink.

What's going on?

- When's the last time you talked to Jamal?
- I don't know. A couple days ago.

- And Ruby?
- We texted yesterday.

- Or the day before.
- Have you even seen them since that day?

Yeah, it's not normal.

It's summer. We're supposed
to be hanging out and we're not.

What's really going on?

If I leave,
everyone is gonna stop being friends.

- Not gonna happen.
- You don't know that.

I do.

I also know that you're afraid.

You're nervous
that you're not going to fit in.

Yeah, I'm not. I'm not a regular girl.

You're not. You're better.

Monse, everyone likes you.
It's you who doesn't like everyone else.

- Shut up.
- See? That's why no one likes you.

If I leave, you're gonna forget about me.

Me forget about you?

Never.

We're not gonna forget about each other.

We can never really leave each other.

Know why?

Because we made each other who we are.

We are burned into each other's DNA,

and it doesn't matter where you are
or what you do.

When your heart beats,

mine beats with it.

I can't leave you.

You can't stay for me either.

I swear to you,

I will be here when you come back.

No matter how long it takes.

You know those girls
probably all have doo-doo outfits.

You probably all have to share
the same doo-doo outfits.

No, we don't have uniforms.

No, so you're on your own?
Care packages forthcoming, okay?

I'm gonna send you clothes.
I'm gonna bling out your thing.

Don't cry.

Girl, why did you have to call it out?
God damn it, it's coming.

It's coming.

It's here.

Just so you know,
since you're gonna be with all girls,

- scissoring really isn't a thing.
- But if it is, send pictures.

On the group chat, please.

It's an East Coast
hoity-toity girl-school go bag.

- We packed it together.
- Aw...

- It has an eye mask.
- Boat shoes.

- Earrings of RBG's dissent collar.
- An ascot.

- Opera glasses.
- Muzzle.

- For your roommate.
- She might be annoying.

This didn't fit in the bag,
but it was made with a lot of love.

- And glue.
- I love this.

Thank you.

I'm gonna keep it by my bed
in prime viewing position,

where I can always see it.

And, one last thing
that also didn't make the bag.

Okay, okay, okay.
We want in on that action too.

- I love you, guys.
- I love you too.

Hey, be good to each other.

If you fight, think of me, in your face,
gluing the crew back together.

- Promise me nothing's gonna change.
- Nothing's gonna change.

Okay.

Bye.

Love you.