Why you here?
We heard.
Shit's messed up.
-So unfair. -Yeah. How's Cesar doing?
-How you think he's doing? -I don't know.
I haven't seen him since we talked a couple days ago.
You talked?
We all did.
But none of that matters now. We just wanna see how Cesar's doing.
I don't know. I have no idea where he is.
I don't know who to trust or who it could be.
I… I mean, may… maybe they were coming for me, you know?
Mijo… your brother was in the life, and the streets got a long memory.
This ain't about you.
Either way, someone's gonna pay.
No doubt, but we have to be smart about it. Think it out.
Hey, Ray, you forgot to sign your department's time cards.
My bad.
All right, thanks.
Hey, you lay low here until I figure out our plan.
Lay low? The shooter's gonna go on the run.
Gotta hit him!
Can't hit what we don't know. Let me make some calls.
Fine… but we go tonight.
Tonight.
I need your strap.
-What are you talking about? -This is a rehab facility.
We don't allow weapons here.
-I could lose my job.
Jamal!
What is this?
Yes!
I got a note!
Oh shit.
I got a note.
And that's why, when in doubt,
shout out Bigfoot.
-Wait, wait, wait, back up. -To which part?
When Juanita fell in love with you, and you took down some guy named Julio?
No, Julio was a gnomie.
Who cares?
Ruby, why are you hanging out with a gang boss?
Like I had a choice!
-No, she kidnapped us. -Technically the cops on her payroll did.
You got kidnapped?
I need a drink.
-Why would she kidnap you? -'Cause she thought we could pull it off.
I mean, we did take down the Prophet$ after all.
Wait, what? The… the cops got them for the bank robbery.
No, we brought them down after we found the RollerWorld money.
Jamal! You mean you found it.
That's impossible.
Actually, it's not. We followed the clues.
-Like a scavenger hunt? -Ha!
Mom! No! Scavenger hunts are for the JV team and Chivo.
-But Chivo was just the side quest. -Which one is Chivo again?
-Lil' Ricky's cousin who has the gnomies.
Right, which are magical.
-No! -Yes!
-Agree to disagree. -What?
The point is RollerWorld is like the greatest puzzle in the world,
but we didn't know the Puzzlemaker had some problems of his own.
Namely, his piece,
who couldn't get a piece, and then threatened us with her piece.
So she sent the notes?
-No! -Ugh!
Cuchillos is dead, remember?
-Do y'all need an org chart? -How could you keep this from us?
But… I didn't. I told you!
The hell you did!
The hell I did!
Language!
Sorry.
But remember that night when you were in your underwear in the garage,
and I was in my ninja suit with my shovel? I said…
"Dad… my life is on the line, and I have to dig up Lil' Ricky's grave."
Oh my God. You dug up a body?
Well, no, it was just a gnomie skeleton.
-Dwayne… how don't you listen to your kid? -Like you listen to me!
Ooh!
-I told you I was kidnapped. -When?
That night! I came home super late,
and you and Abuelita were fighting, so you just sent me to bed.
-Tsk. -Mother of the Year award!
Monse, did you ever say anything to me about all this?
-No. -Thanks for sparing me a heart attack.
As a side note, we couldn't have done any of this alone.
Major props to Abuelita
for giving me the confidence to go after RollerWorld!
After she broke me out of school. Remember that?
And she was a great getaway driver.
-Yes. Oh my… -She picked us up from Pimp Lane.
That was after she helped us launder the money!
Wait, do y'all remember when she pulled a knife on me and Cesar?
I think my tea is ready!
Oh no, you don't. I think you have some tea to spill!
-And, Ruby, go to your room! -Why?
Ruby, I said go to your room.
What are you waiting for?
Jamal! Go to Ruby's room.
What? I'm…
Uh… Just…
Yeah. Yup, I'll be on my way.
I'm telling you, if it wasn't considered elder abuse, I would knock you out!
Bring it, bitch.
-I'm gonna show you elder abuse. -That's it.
Hey! Hey! No, no, no!
Skinny, little--
Okay. Okay.
What if Cuchillos's men are trying to send a message with all of these notes?
They don't cut out magazines.
They cut out hearts.
So… what are we gonna do?
You finished?
You gotta eat something.
Come on. I made your favorite.
I just still don't get why you're turning yourself in.
This deal means I'm only gone for months.
-If I don't take it, it could be years. -But I'll be all alone.
Mano, we went over this.
The Santos have your back.
They're my family… and now they're yours.
They'll take care of all the bills, bring over food and stuff.
And if CPS comes by, what do you tell them?
Cesar, this is important. What do you tell them?
Tío Manny's staying with me, but he's at work right now.
See, you got this.
But I don't want you to go.
-Hey, mírame. Mírame.
Just 'cause I'm not here doesn't mean I'm not looking out for you.
I got you. For life.
Oscar.
We gotta go.
We gotta get him out of here.
-To where? -Jalisco!
With your crazy family?
We could put the house up for sale and leave!
Or we could put him on one of Noel Aroma's rockets into outer space!
-You're being hyperbolic. -Am I?
We have a baby. We can't just leave.
I'm going to the cops like I should have in the first place.
And say what?
Everything!
That Hamal dug up a grave?
-Who's Hamal? -What? Hamal!
Yeah?
Get back in there!
Oh!
Nobody was in the grave, so… that's not a crime.
Maybe not, but wire fraud is.
Okay.
Well… "Hamal" is under 18.
It's a first-time offense, so it will be a slap on the wrist.
What about accessory to murder? Or the cops on Cuchillos' payroll?
If she had one, she's gotta have more.
So the cops aren't an option.
I still think Ruby is better off in Jalisco… far away from here!
And then what?
Don't underestimate them.
Your kids have gotten through far worse,
and they're safer together than they are apart.
They may just be kids, but they are their own best protection.
She's right.
I know I'm right, which is why I'm going to the police.
You just said the cops were a bad idea.
Uh!
There you go, not listening again!
I said "you."
All of you going to the cops was a bad idea,
which is why I'm gonna go…
and tell them only what they should know.
Ah!
Your call has been forwarded--
Why isn't Cesar answering his phone?
He's probably getting tons of calls. We're not at the top of the callback list.
He's gonna be fine.
I know he is. I'm manifesting it.
We need to worry about our parents. They couldn't pick up what we put down.
Yeah, neither could we.
We still don't know who sent those letters.
Monse, let's go.
Hey.
We still don't know if we're the only ones who got them.
Okay.
We're totally the only ones who got them.
What if you're wrong? What if we aren't the only ones?
Jasmine didn't get one.
You don't know that!
Maybe someone's coming after her too.
I should fill her in so she could protect herself.
-Didn't you guys talk already? -Did I tell you we talked?
Um… Yeah! How else would I know?
Oh man.
-Grief does play tricks on the mind. -Mm-hmm.
-Didn't even know I mentioned it. -Yeah, you did. 100%.
Um… did she tell you anything about her… future?
With her new boyfriend? Yeah, she did.
Who knows if he can protect her? I need to make sure she's okay.
I hear what you're saying!
And… if I were in your shoes, I'd be feeling the same way,
and I commend you for your chivalry.
But… being hasty makes you look a little thirsty.
I'm not thirsty.
Well, your actions say you're parched. I say chew on it for an hour, maybe two!
Then, if you're still feeling the same, call me, and we can chew on it together.
Good call.
You're a good friend, Jamal. You always keep it real with me.
So you start chewing, I'll do some chewing of my own,
and in maybe two hours, call me, and we'll decide if we wanna swallow.
-That didn't come out right. -I know.
You hear back?
Not yet, but I will. Information takes time.
We're running out of time.
I told you, we need a plan.
And I told you, he could go on the run!
Fine, then go.
You gonna go in there blind and smoke someone who you "think" did it?
Gonna kick down every door till you find the shooter?
Whoever did this knows that you're gunning for him.
You'll be lucky to get a shot off before you die.
Yeah, well, I've got nothin' to lose.
But I do! I can't lose you both!
You don't think that I'm not as angry as you?
That I'm not feeling what you're feeling?
Whoever did this didn't just take a life.
They took a part of you…
and a part of me.
So what do I do?
You trust me.
You give me the time that I need.
And start creating an alibi.
Make people around here see you working.
I'll let you know as soon as I hear something.
I heard about your brother, man. I'm sorry.
He sounded like a good dude.
If you need an ear…
name's Starks.
You were supposed to throw Ruby off the scent!
I did! It's not my fault he didn't like the smell.
He thought your convo was about the D instead of the UC!
"Dick," "University of California"? Keep up with me, woman.
Oh shit, I can see how that happened.
We need to come clean!
I just offloaded another secret, so I'm down to two,
which includes our relationship-slash-non-relationship
and an unrelated secret I can't get into. And Berkeley.
Shit! That's actually three secrets I'm carrying.
This is unhealthy.
This is constipating.
I need a secret enema.
-As long as I don't have to give it to you.
But that's just it. You do.
That's why I'm here, 'cause if I drop a deuce,
two secrets, and come clean to Ruby, then I'll be a one-secret guy,
and that I can totally handle, and we don't hurt Ruby!
I am so done worrying about Ruby's feelings.
I finally realized what self-care is,
and it's about not worrying about everyone else all the time!
I have always been so… ensorcelled with Ruby!
Ensorcelled?
Charmed, fascinated. It's an SAT Word.
Okay, I see you, Berkeley!
Yeah, but I couldn't see Ruby clearly!
But now that I've been able to focus on my own happiness
and have some perspective, I see how selfish he can be!
I'm done.
And if I never see or hear him again, I'm cool with it.
Jasmine!
He was supposed to give me an hour or two. It hasn't even been 45 minutes.
What? You ambushed me?
You know what else wasn't part of my self-care plan? Emotional entrapment!
-What, I-- -It means--
I know what entrapment means. I took my SATs too!
-Jasmine! Open the door!
-Fine. Let's tell Ruby the truth. -Thank you!
That we've been hanging out behind his back,
and I never wanna see him again, and that he's a selfish dick!
No! Okay, let's workshop that just a little bit.
Doesn't matter 'cause as soon as he finds out about us,
he's not gonna want you around.
Oh.
We can't tell him. I'll hide--
-Hide! -Okay.
-He's a goddamn Prophet! -Former Prophet.
For all you know, one of his homies killed Oscar, and he probably knows who!
It's not like that.
What the hell is he even doing here?
The same thing we're all doing here!
The same thing your brother was doing here.
Starting over.
We were all in the life,
and now we're trying to live our lives, our real lives.
I don't trust him.
Trust takes time… but for now, you gotta calm down.
Oh, I get it.
You never made those calls.
You've been stringing me along
ever since I got to… to this bitch-ass, bread-making fairy tale.
Mijo, you gotta trust me.
Trust you? I can't believe I let you trick me into coming up here.
You came up here on your own. You knew exactly what this place is.
Like your brother never told you. At least he was smart enough to listen.
You know what?
This was a mistake.
You were never there for us as kids.
Ever!
And now…
same damn thing.
Screw you.
Get off me!
You're a goddamn traitor.
Oh. Come on.
You son of a bitch, Ray.
-Goddamn it!
-Now is not a good time. -Is someone here?
-No. -Good 'cause I need to talk to you.
Excuse you!
-Have you gotten anything weird lately? -You mean other than this visit?
I'm serious. Like something weird in the mail.
You're not making any sense.
-He's here, isn't he? -I don't know what you're talking about.
Well, obviously, money doesn't buy taste.
-Is he in the closet? -No! Don't open it!
It's just not as tidy as it usually is.
This is a ploy. Only thing you care about keeping tidy is a two-man job.
No, no, no, no! Don't look! Don't look!
Look, I have a lot of stuff to do today, so if you don't mind--
I came here under the auspices of worrying about your safety,
but… I wasn't being honest with myself… or with you.
I wanted you to see me so you could remember how much you liked me,
and I was hoping… it was a little more than you like that new guy.
And that's the truth.
And I want you to know the truth because you always tell me the truth.
You never hold anything back from me.
We're just casual.
-So it's not serious? -I didn't say all that.
Okay.
It's just, with Oscar gone… I have a new perspective.
There's so many things I never got to say. I don't want that to be the case with us.
So what do you wanna say to me?
I just want you…
to be happy.
Even if it's without me.
Yeah, you want me to be happy?
Even with my new boyfriend?
Ugh! He's your boyfriend?
I mean, in theory. We haven't DTR'ed yet, but we will.
-Would that bother you? -That would destroy me.
But… it's not about me.
It's about you and what you want.
What I want?
Was that a sympathy kiss? 'Cause I'm cool with it.
No.
You want sympathy?
I've never been the other man before.
I feel… dangerous.
Wait… are we breaking any Commandments?
Don't question it. Just lean in, papi.
Oh shit. I was supposed to call Jamal.
Call him later.
Mmm. That's my class president.
Hail to the chief.
Hey! You crazy?
Never dig into an engine unless you know exactly what you're digging for.
Otherwise, you'll go from hermano to without a hand like that.
Need a hand?
Let me take a look.
Sometimes you think fixing one thing will solve your problems,
and then you realize… you just opened up a whole new can of problems.
Back in the day… I restored a '48 Chevy Stylemaster.
My Bomba, only with modern sound.
I put in a fancy-ass Alpine with a Rockford Fosgate subwoofer.
I don't care.
Can you fix it or not?
I'm surprised your brother didn't teach you about cars.
Unless he didn't want you to touch his Impala.
I just experienced the most disturbing thing
any human has ever experienced!
It's not just what I saw.
It's what I heard…
and smelled.
You're not making any sense.
Neither did some of the things I heard.
It was so gross, I can't even tell you what I was privy to.
Well, if you can't tell me, then how can I help you?
Well, that's just it! You already have.
I thought you were making fun of me on that butt-dial.
Well, for the last time, Jamal, I wasn't.
But that moment…
shifted my entire perspective about myself.
I should be thanking you for what you said…
or at least… given you the chance to talk it out.
I'm sorry.
I don't wanna not be friends anymore.
That's all on you, Jamal.
-I've never stopped being your friend. -Really?
Yeah. I knew you'd come crawling back.
So you don't wanna hit me?
-I'm trying to give you a hug. -Yeah, I know.
Yeah, he was pretty talented in the kitchen.
And, man, could he talk about food! Huh?
One night, kept me up all hours
talking about the difference between onions and shallots.
Talked a lot about you too.
About how I screwed up?
Didn't listen?
-Chose the Santos over him? -Nah. No, no.
He said that you were the smartest person he ever met,
that you were gonna do big things one day.
Maybe in another life.
He thought he let you down,
like he was responsible for everything bad that ever happened to you.
That's not on Oscar. We all make our own path.
So how are you gonna do it?
Come on, I've seen that look more times than I wanna remember.
Hell, I've owned that look.
You gonna lurk up on the fool, and then pop goes the weasel?
Or maybe a drive-by, spray up all his homies?
I want him to see my face.
Yeah?
Yeah.
I'll creep up on him, slide my piece right up to his forehead…
so the bitch can see me smile… before I pull the trigger.
Then what?
See, that's where the problem lies.
Everybody thinks about the moment.
That's human nature.
We replay it in our heads over and over again,
but then nobody thinks about the after.
The after?
You're gonna do the fool a favor.
If you kill him… no more head on a swivel,
no more night sweats, no more facing 25 to life in La Pinta.
All that shit is no longer his problem.
It's yours.
That's the after.
Anyways…
we've been doing all this talking, and we haven't even met.
Lil' Spooky.
We don't use placas here, man. Your real name.
Cesar.
Good to meet you, Cesar.
I run this place.
I'm Ricky.
Ricky Galindo.