-Goddammit!
Yes, they work.
I don't get it. Why do you need security cameras in your bedroom?
Charlize, the question is not
why I need them.
The question is why you don't.
Yeah, I could catch my creepy neighbor, Derek, peepin'.
You never know when you're gonna have a home invader
or a pervy peeper or a cartel on your case.
Whatcha seeing now?
My booty,
and it's lush.
Which reminds me,
congratulations!
You won my prom bracket, which means in less than 18 hours,
you and your booty will be escorting mine to prom.
For the record,
there were hundreds of applicants, but yours moved me the most.
-I sent you a tit pic. -Like I said.
Yours moved me the most.
And also confirms that you're gonna present me with the best photo op
for when I'm crowned prom king.
Cool.
Do you ever think about who you used to be?
Like… maybe you veered off of a better path by making bad choices?
-Regrets are for pussies. -Exactly.
Are you tapped into my security feed?
-What? -Let's get down to brass tacks.
Color scheme. What are we thinking?
-My dress is purple. -Mmm. That's not gonna work.
-What does that mean? -The stores open at00 a.m. tomorrow.
You'll have to hit it hard.
Look for something sexy in blue
or cabernet.
-I'm not gonna have time to get ready! -Well, the internet never sleeps.
You could be shopping, not talking, right now.
I gotta go.
Is that real?
It's not real.
Chivo!
You weirdo creeper!
Where you at?
I'm not a weirdo.
I'm a Gemini.
How'd you find me?
Deduction. I went to your house, and you weren't there.
-'Cause I'm here. -I know.
And you're having me followed!
Stop with the cars and the shadiness!
Lose the Escalade!
Okay.
-Okay? -Okay.
-Okay! -I don't have an Escalade.
Chivo, if this is some jealousy bullshit because I found your cousin…
Cesar found Lil' Ricky.
Then why is your porcelain posse coming for me?
We have no beef to settle!
No one is coming for you.
But you're stalking me.
It's not me. It's him.
He wants to live with you.
He? He who?
No!
-No way! -Way.
I don't know what kinda ooky kooky shit you do with these things,
but Spooky Gnomie is not gonna live with me.
I don't wanna get a ghost!
It's an honor to get a ghost.
Look, if you're feeling like it's a little crowded here, that's fine.
You keep Spooky. I'll take Juanita.
I can chance getting her ghost.
You might get something from her,
but it won't be a ghost.
Oh damn.
That's a shitty way to talk about your girl.
You're right. It was shitty.
We're having problems. She wants an open relationship.
Well, whose fault is that? You've been trapping her in the house!
To keep her safe.
Okay, this convo has been fun, but I'm out. Spooky stays here.
No, he said you.
But you don't even like me.
I drove you crazy!
You don't even know me, Gnomie!
Pun intended. Anyway, you're staying here.
No, he's not.
You can't make me take him.
No!
Don't worry. You'll find your way home.
Hey… can we talk?
Talking is the problem.
Once Charlize starts to chat, Baby J retreats.
I've been anxious as hell lately and constantly on edge,
just waiting for the other shoe to drop.
I thought someone was following me, and when I found out it was Chivo,
I was disappointed. Isn't that messed up?
-What are you talking about? -Take prom, for example.
-I can't stop thinking about Kendra. -Kendra?
-When is the last time you talked to her? -Like a year ago.
When she graduated from home school, she sent me her yearbook to sign,
but it was mostly photos of her.
But I got class clown,
and her cat was voted most likely to claw their way to the top.
So cute, right?
I miss that freak and how she used to freak me out.
She was like the living embodiment of RollerWorld.
Everything was always unexpected with her.
And then she disappeared like the money!
Where is the RollerWorld money, and who has it?
Stop dwelling in the past.
Picking a school, a prom date, a prom theme.
Everything feels anti-climactic.
Like I'm settling.
You say settling like it's a bad thing.
You know what's the opposite of settling? Unsettling.
Why can't we just have one perfect high school memory
where no one is overthinking or triggered or humiliated?
Where everyone is happy because the night is chill and basic.
You sound like my prom committee.
That's why I had to take the decision into my own hands.
Wha-- You chose the theme without a vote?
-No. We took a vote… and then I rigged it.
-What? -So what's the theme?
It's a surprise. So what's your next treatment?
Nothing, that's it. I just wanted to clean up my cuticles.
Hmm.
Alright. What else should I be doing?
Maybe your eyebrows.
-So this is… -Yeah.
And you read it?
Every word.
Julia was everything that you said she was,
and also everything that you said she was, too, Dad.
She was a contradiction, and she knew it.
She admitted to twisting the truth.
I'm sorry. I thought you hurt her.
Thank you.
She wrote about all of it.
How she never wanted to hurt the people that she loved the most,
but she always did.
People are messy. Life is messy.
This… this is messy, but it doesn't have to be.
We can make it make sense for all of us to come together as a family.
Make a blessing of her death. I'd love to do that.
Can we?
-Yeah. -Yeah.
I love you guys.
Oh, wait a minute. Wait a minute.
-We love you too. -We love you.
-Now, can we eat? -Can't.
-I have to get ready for prom. -I thought you weren't gonna go.
I changed my mind.
Well, who's the lucky date?
Me.
Holy shit! What's up with your face?
-You can see it? -Uh, yeah, it's an aggressive statement!
Ugh! Jamal! Jamal!
Jamal!
What?
-You said you toned it down! -I did!
-Is this a joke? -I got my eyebrows done.
The lady said I had highlights in my hair, and I should color my eyebrows to match.
-Those are not highlights. -'Cause this is my mom's mascara.
-To make you look crazier? -No, this was less crazy. Trust me.
The highlights were more like frosted tips.
This is a sign tonight's gonna suck.
I can't go. Um, I can't stand on a stage like this and publicly lose prom king!
If I'm gonna be a loser, I wanna look like a winner,
and, right now, I look like a clown!
Which could be very winning.
I love Cirque du Soleil.
-Baby, it's not that bad. We'll fix this.
No! The prom already started, and I have to still pick up my date!
There's no time!
Jamal, that shit is not gonna be my forever photo!
-There's time!
-Yo. -Uh, be ready in five.
It's gonna take us more like 60 if we're lucky.
Meet us there?
Um… Done.
Hey, you got this, mano.
Don't overthink it.
It's over, under, pull.
Come on.
Over.
Under.
Hey.
None of that shit.
Focus.
Oscar,
everything you tried to tell me…
I heard.
I listened.
I'm gonna be somebody.
I'm gonna make you proud.
You already have.
-Hey. -Hmm.
-Ruby's pants are almost done. -Take your time.
-And give me a hit. -Mmm.
I think I'm depressed.
Is it your bad tux?
No, it's not Lenny.
-Your date got the herps? -Probably. But that's not it.
-Oh. -At first, I thought it was anxiety,
but it's worse.
I'm sad.
You're too much in your head!
Get out of it.
Go to prom.
Dance. Have fun. Be a cliché.
-So you want me to be basic? -Yes, like Geny.
That's why she's happy.
She never thinks.
I can't do it. I'm just wired differently. I need a challenge.
I'm tired of everything coming so easy.
Feels meaningless.
Poor Jamal. He's so popular.
Well, being popular sucks.
I don't like the new Jamal.
I want the old Jamal back.
There's this… perversion to the struggle, and I miss it.
I miss being the underdog.
When I had something to prove, it wasn't about proving someone wrong.
It was about doubling down and proving myself right.
I understand.
When I was a pageant queen in Jalisco, I had a choice.
Become a supermodel or join La Guerra Sucia.
It was modeling or maiming.
So you know what I did?
I went to war
because I'm better at holding a machete than a pose.
And that story is relevant because…
I don't remember.
Abuelita!
I found buried treasure.
I took down a gang boss.
I saved my friend's life.
I had a lot of sex,
and now I'm about to be crowned prom king.
Wha-- What's next?
College? It's just gonna be a letdown
unless I can get into one of those secret societies.
But how do you even get an invite to them? They don't return calls, texts, emails.
Doesn't matter.
I just don't know what the point of anything is anymore.
That's the point.
That there is no point?
No. That you don't know.
The mystery!
It's not about the destination. It's the journey.
But what if I go on the wrong journey?
I need a purpose to help me find the right one.
That's what I'm missing.
My purpose will help me find the right journey,
which will lead me to the destination.
No.
Purpose comes after the destination.
Your purpose is the point of the journey,
not the motivation for it.
Purpose can be a mystery your whole life.
Sometimes it isn't revealed until you're gone.
Like I said,
you don't go looking for your purpose.
Your purpose finds you.
The way you found me.
You… and your crazy schemes
have given me a reason to live.
To keep me fighting in the face of death.
That, and I wanted to outlive my evil twin sister.
Hmm.
So, my purpose might be a person?
Or the doll which these might fit.
-Do I look like an asshole? -I don't know. I can't see shit.
Jamal, how much longer with these blindfolds?
Be patient! It's all a part of the theme.
But you can remove them now!
-Uh… -Uh.
Isn't this the greatest prom theme in the history of prom?
-Is the theme Harry Potter? -No.
-Uh, ancient Egypt? -Do you see any hieroglyphics?
Maybe!
It's Unsolved Mysteries.
Close to… far away.
-Stargate. -Stargate?
What the hell is Stargate?
-I don't know. Something like this. -It's obvious. Think obvious!
-Uh. -Um…
-Uh. -Illuminati Nights!
Turner! Way to slay the prom like you slay the field!
Appreciate the props, Coach.
Gotta admit, proud Hufflepuff. I love Harry Potter.
Hey!
Hey! Let's all dance.
Pictures first before my eyebrows start to run.
No! The sweat is what gives you that no-filter glow.
Come on, girl.
Yeah, I'm with Jamal. Dance floor. Hit it and quit it.
Besides, the line to take pics is too long right now.
Um…
On second thought, I am gonna sit this one out.
Yeah, it's not my jam.
Hey, you may be here alone, but you're not gonna be lonely.
Ruby and I got you all night.
Yo! You're the GOAT, Jamal!
Appreciate it!
Harry Potter is lit, bro!
It's Illuminati Nights!
Whoa!
So how about we dance like nobody's watching?
Which, in theory, is silly because everybody will be watching.
I mean, look at us. We're fire.
Retweet.
Exactly. So come on. Come be in this moment with me.
I am. Like here and here.
I'm in both these moments with you.
We shouldn't be doing this! We're setting the wrong expectation.
If this is what's happening at prom, then what's happening after?
I don't know. What's happening after?
-Oh, stop talking like that. -Like what?
You need to change the tone of your voice!
-What tone? -The Bone Zone tone.
We need the tone friend zone.
We're just friends escorting friends-- Oh shit. Where's Monse?
Ah! Bleachers, on your six.
Monse, girl, I'm glad you're sitting down 'cause the test came back positive.
You're pregnant.
I am so sorry we abandoned you.
We needed a couple songs to get everything out of our system.
Eleven. It was eleven songs.
It was my fault. I wore Drakkar.
No, it's mine. I'm the third wheel.
Tsk. You guys stay and have a good time. I'm gonna head home.
Shut up! What we all need is to recalibrate and get some touch-ups.
-Your brow could use filler. -Your cheek could lose its 'stache.
What?
Well, prom sucks.
I came so I wouldn't have any regrets,
but I feel borderline traumatized.
Traumatized over this bullshit? Are you kidding me?
-Come on. You are stronger than that. -Hmm. Am I?
God, when am I ever gonna catch a break?
Never. We're not the girls who catch breaks.
We're the girls that just… don't break.
We're resilient and strong
because we don't let experiences define us.
We define our experiences.
So instead of saying, "Oh, the prom sucks,"
say it'll be the best night of your life, and then freakin' live it like that.
Fake it till you make it, Mama.
Forget Cesar curved you for that salty bitch that stole him.
Did she hear me?
Made it, guys.
Senior prom.
Hot girls everywhere, and you're both nominated for prom king.
I have super blue balls.
-Ugh! -And seriously black brows.
-That's not funny. -Don't browbeat him, Cesar.
Where's Vero?
-Bathroom. -With Jasmine and Monse?
Now, that's funny.
Okay. Okay. Okay. We'll wait for her to go, and then we'll head out.
She didn't hear you.
I can't chance that. Bitch might have bat ears.
-Do you have a tampon? -No, sorry.
At least you know they're not gonna do it tonight.
-Unless Cesar likes a bloodbath. -Does anyone have a tampon?
Anyone?
Yeah. I do.
-What are you doing? -Faking it till I make it.
Thanks.
You look pretty.
So do you.
Attention, Quakes.
It's time to announce your 2021 Freeridge prom court.
-Everybody, bring it in. -Let's just get this over with already.
-Cram it, dude! -Keisha all day!
Jamal!
Whoo! Ow!
-Jamal! -Yeah!
All right. Come on. Wrap it up.
-All right. -Whoo! Jamal!
Without further ado,
-this year's Freeridge High prom queen is…
-Rona Mercado.
Oh my God!
Jesus. I thought Rona had more common sense.
-She's acting like it means something. -Right.
When you're announced, just keep it cool.
-Playing it low-key. -Don't be an asshole.
And this year's prom king is…
Ruby Martinez.
-What? -What?
-Congratulations, Ruby. -Ruby!
I won?
-Did you rig this? -No. Mm-mm. No.
Holy shit! I won!
I'm the king!
I'm the motherfucking king!
Wait a minute.
Why are you so excited?
I voted for him.
It's now time for the prom king and queen to have their first dance.
Jasmine.
Will you dance with me?
Everybody, dance!
-Well, well, well.
Look who the cat dragged in.
Just couldn't stay away, could you?
Outside?
Sure, let's get some air.
Lil' Mama, it was never gonna last.
You're ceramic. I'm not.
Kendra!
Hey, I'm gonna go out and get some air.
Kendra!
K-- Oh!
Kendra!
-Whoa! Whoa!
Take me! Let her go!
Or don't take me, and just let her go.
I don't wanna join the Illuminati.
Ah! Wha--
Noel Aroma?
-You know me? -Know you?
Who doesn't?
You're only, like, the youngest Fortune 500 billionaire in tech!
You have some of my favorite patents.
The Nail Biter Fighter, the Waterless Fish Tank,
and my all-time favorite,
the Frontpack.
"Yes, it was genius," said the genius
about your go-bags and your theory of going.
You know about that? Who told you?
You did on your podcast.
You listened to my podcast?
-I can't waste any more time. -I understand.
My time's expensive, and you're at six million dollars.
Kendra.
I need to telepath a conference call from China.
Please handle.
We see a lot of potential in you.
We?
I'm Noel's lead intern.
I've been in charge of recruitment for his incubator for the last year.
I thought, given your narcissism and inability to see your flaws and failings,
that you had a great foundation for success.
Thank you.
After following you for months, Noel thought you had the right walk.
-I lead with my hips. Mm-hmm. -You lead with your hips.
Kendra, offer letter.
Sign it.
What am I signing?
It's a contract.
You invent for me. I invest in you.
-How much? -It's not about the money.
-It's about the opportunity. -You'll get a stipend for living expenses.
My lawyer will need to look this over. He's in the gym.
-My offer expires in ten seconds. -I accept.
Wait, how do I know where to go or when to show up?
Yes.
My purpose.
Everything okay?
Yeah, I just never thought I'd be at prom like this.
Never thought I'd be here at all.
I could never really envision my life that far ahead.
And now?
I see a future.
Am I in it?
If I'm lucky.
Mm, if we both are.
-I think I just got a job! -Where?
In the parking lot. I think I'm skipping college to work for the man.
The man!
Noel Aroma!
Come on. We gotta celebrate and dance.
Can't. Prom's over.
The Hogwarts pyramid just took down the DJ.
Shit!
But that's not the last dance. After-party at my house starts now.
-Really? -Yeah! Ruby!
Eyebrows be damned, this is the best night of my life!
-He pushed me off the stage! -I know. I know.
-His little self! His little foot! -I can't believe the pyramid did this.
What's going on?
She's gone.
She who?
Abuelita.
What?
-What do you mean she's gone? -It was peaceful.
After you left for prom,
she passed.
Abuelita's dead?
It's okay, mijo.
Let it out.
-That's strong. -This is why Mario's already passed out.
I got the best stuff in honor of your Abuelita.
It's called the Afterlife.
Who's next?
Me!
-I don't have time for this. Okay? -I don't get it.
I'm trying to make sure this service goes right.
Jamal, there was a budget.
-I don't understand what happened. -Ruby made the budget.
If you wanna do it, you have to talk to your son.
What? Don't tell me to talk to my son! What happened to the boxed wine?
Abuelita said you'd say that.
She said, and I quote, "Don't let Geny cheap out on the wine."
Oh! I'm gonna miss that bitch.
I've been thinking about your new gig.
-I'd be happy to be your business manager. -Ooh!
What's a business manager?
Well, it's basically like an accountant, but he gets five to 10%.
Awesome!
No, thanks.
In a car or in a bed,
Marisol did things that I will never forget.
And I will never forget she was almost my grandma,
or as the Latinx would say, "My Abuelita."
She really knew how to hold a baby and make a stiff drink.
I saw her stiff once.
Floating in the air.
I didn't get probed… but she volunteered.
Interesting.
How'd you know Marisol?
She used my bathroom once.
Wow, a woman's college.
Yeah. Yeah. I mean, I really love Mayfield,
so… so I chose Wellesley.
Oh my goodness. Congrats.
Well, for next year.
Yeah. No, this year, I'm gonna take time off and write a book,
an autobiography of sorts.
Don't you think it's too soon to write your memoir?
Nah. I've lived a lot of life.
It's amazing how well Oscar's face works on a baby!
I can't wait to meet her.
I hope they have a diaper-changing elective at Portland Community
'cause if Isabel lets you crash, you better learn how to clean an ass.
-I wouldn't have it any other way. -Mm-hmm.
Everybody, please come in.
On behalf of my family, I… I wanna thank the Orozco family for hosting
and to everyone coming to honor my Abuelita tonight.
I'm gonna keep this short and sweet because…
that's what my Abuelita called me.
To an old broad.
Who was never really old.
Who wanted to be celebrated, not mourned.
And who showed us all how to live.
-To Marisol. -To Marisol.
You will be missed.
That was so beautiful. Meet me in the pantry in five?
-You know how I feel about canned goods. -Oh, I'll crack some open.
Look familiar?
It feels so long ago.
-And like yesterday.
Thank you, compa.
For what?
Believing in the unbelievable when no one else would.
Finding RollerWorld, which led us to Lil' Ricky.
Without you…
I wouldn't still be here.
So again… thank you.
-Thank you for thanking me. -Really?
-What? -That's how you're gonna respond?
Wait. Let Jamal have his moment.
Thank you. Listen to the lady, please.
-What lady? Where? -Wow, why you still doing that?
Then don't write about us.
Nah. The world needs to know what you do with your socks.
Oh!
So, Monse, how do you think our story ends?
-Ooh! -Mmm, okay!
Um… I don't know.
Oh, now that we're all together, My abuelita left us something.
Oh, open it.
What does it say?
It's a map! She made us a map!
A map to what?
What?
Oh my God!
Okay. I'm gonna volunteer. I should take lead on this one.
-Wait, is this RollerWorld again? -No. No.
-Yes, it's RollerWorld again! -I have to go to college. I can't do this.
-You could go to college-- -While you're figuring that out…
-Hey! -No, no, no.
-You can't be in charge. -Where's Jasmine?
I'm thinking first we--
Monse you went to Mayfield! You forgot your hood cred.
Wait. Why you raising? Why you raising your voice?
-I'm sorry you want-- -Rock, paper, scissors. Come on.
Okay, go! One, two, three. One, two, Jamal!
Thank you. What're you talkin' about? I found it first!
Jasmine, come get your man!