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Wish we could do it right.

Why don't we?

We're building something here.

Something important.

It's the only place

in this neighborhood for girls like us

Remember that jewelry line I gave you money for?

I'm still gonna pay you back for that.

You know you don't have to pay me back.

- Oh, my God! - That's my sister, you fucking cunt!

Ohh!

This is good, Lyn. You did good.

They don't make 'em like you anymore.

Me and Vida, we had so many plans.

Vida lied to me, and she lied to them.

Your papá is alive.

He's a pastor in Lincoln Heights.

Mami made him stay away.

He definitely can make a claim to your mother's estate.

But given the history of abuse,

you and your sister are in a pretty strong position.

You meet the right person, you realize you don't have to change who you are.

Nico hasn't been completely honest with you.

We're still married.

This is basically my two-week notice.

What?

Whoever ends up with him will have to measure up.

No puede ser una cualquiera.

It's always been Lyn for me.

Everything is fine and as it should be.

What the hell is fuckin' wrong with you, Johnny?

Who the fuck do you think you are?

The house is not in your name.

Papá left everything to me.

Even after I was his nurse.

¿Qué pasa, mi raza?

This is your girl, La Pinche Chinche.

- We need a vote. - Vote? What?

This is a collective. Mari.

Oh, my fucking God!

It's just not the same. I think I'm done.

This, right here, mi gente,

these are the fuckers responsible

for rounding us up and taking us to the camps.

This nothing looking building

may not have Homeland Security plastered on it,

but make no mistake, these motherfuckers

own 95% of the buses and SUVs and private jets

that ICE uses to transport our people.

And guess who fuckin' pays them?

You do, with your hard-earned money.

That's right.

Hey, cultural capitalist, how does it feel

to be profiting off the pain of oppressed people

and charging taxpayers

for every single seat you fill with brown bodies?

Fuckin' Pee-Wee Herman dude. I know you fuckin' hear me.

Fuckin' bullshit in these fuckin'...

Hey, hey, hey, latte lady,

you know that while you drink that latte,

that you're putting kids in cages.

Are you okay with that?

Yeah, Pumpkin Spice, I'm talkin' to you.

Ohh, yeah. Oh, yeah, baby.

Oh, God, you really learned

how I liked it, didn't you, mamita?

Learn how to get me ready for the day.

Getting me ready to face this fucker coming for my seat.

But this guy's not gonna beat me.

Oh, fuck yeah.

My mami always said,

"When going head-to-head with an enemy,

"appear weak when you are strong

and strong when you are weak."

Isn't that The Art of War?

Nope. The Book of Silvia.

I dated someone that used to recite that shit for morning mantras,

and I, like, specifically remember that one.

Don't get distracted.

Oh, yeah.

Hey, I know Mami's gonna take you

on a little shopping spree for bras later, but...

please don't bring up that punch bowl.

If I have to hear one more thing about

- that fucking punch bowl... - Okay.

Can we, like, not talk about your mother

while your dick is in my mouth?

Hey, I'm sorry.

Baby, baby. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Mm.

Es que me encantas cuando te encabronas, eh.

Can I make it up to you?

- Let me make it up to you. - No. It's fine.

- I'm an asshole. - I'm good.

I'm sorry.

You should punish me. Do something mean to me.

Hm? What if, to punish me for being a bad boy,

you pee on me?

You should humiliate me real good.

Did you just ask me to pee on you?

Yeah.

Yeah, so I can learn my lesson.

Wha... hey.

Hey, was... Was that not cool to bring up?

I was under the impression we were comfortable enough that anything goes.

As long as we consent, of course.

Wha... Lyn, why are you acting so prissy and judgmental all of the sudden?

Okay, let's... let's get one thing straight, Rudy.

I don't care about you asking me to pee on you.

It's what the peeing means to you.

It's like, what are you gonna ask me to do next?

- You know? - Wait...

But mainly, Rudy,

what I didn't consent to is having your mom in here with us while I give you head.

Literally.

She has a fucking front-row seat.

And that's... that's the thing.

That mama's boy thing.

Okay, wait, hold up, hold up...

No, Rudy. This is us breaking up.

Okay, wait. Mamita, wait. Just hold on.

Hold up, hold up, hold up. We... we don't...

We don't have to do the pee thing.

We don't have to do anything you don't want to, ever.

But that's not really true, is it?

'Cause I'll always end up doing whatever the fuck you want.

What? No, baby, listen to me...

You should call your mom.

Tell her she finally managed to get rid of the cualquiera.

Mm.

I haven't slept like that...

A pitch black sleep... In, like...

years.

Mm. You feel better?

Yeah.

We slept with the TV on, didn't we?

Yeah.

Yeah, but I turned it off when you conked out.

That's why I slept so long. The TV.

On the oh-so-rare occasions

when Vida would let us stay home from school when we were sick...

she let us watch TV until we felt better.

- Something about that... - Sweet, sweet, warm,

womb-like glow of the TV?

Ain't no better sleep aid than a re-run of Friends.

Ugh.

I was never really a big Friends girl.

What?

It has a laugh track.

M... Okay.

Okay, tell the truth.

In your baby dyke years...

You had a Ross Geller phase.

- Ross Geller? Whole name. - Mm-hmm.

Didn't watch the show.

I was more of a Sonic the Hedgehog,

early Tegan and Sara kinda look.

Nico, thank you.

Last night was a fuck tank, and...

You really held it down for the bar.

It was nothin'.

And you held it down for me.

I don't know what I'm gonna do when you...

I, uh, don't really know much

about your residency in San Miguel.

Oh.

Nah, it's... it's nothing like that. I just...

Just let my shit go for too long.

And... and Matty has this three-bedroom house.

It's completely empty.

- Sounds like a good reset. - Yeah.

Yeah, I'm ready to finish my fuckin' book.

Stop using editing as a crutch.

Well...

No better muse than a city full of churros

and baby boomer ex-pats.

You're not wrong about that.

Not that you need any sort of blessing from me,

but I'm happy you're going to finish, Nico.

And if your stories are like any of the ones I've read before,

I'm sure they'll be a welcome addition

to the canon on what queer people can do with their hands.

Shut up.

Oh, it's the lawyer.

Hello?

Emma, yes.

Wait. Say that again.

Que se oigan las voces hasta el cielo

para el Señor.

Mari, have you seen my kicks?

Oh, right.

Man, I have to do the books this morning,

which is my least fuckin' favorite thing to do,

but I let it go on for too long, now.

I need tomorrow to be no distractions.

Not thinking about nothing else.

Karla's letting me have Elenita most of the day.

Wow, really? She's still so chiquitita.

I'm surprised Karla's letting you take her.

Well, I'm her fuckin' dad, Mari.

I know, but this is the same woman that made people

prick their arm before they could see her.

Yeah.

I think she's hella sleep-deprived, though.

You know, so I think she's looking forward to it.

What's that face?

What? This is my "I'm proud of you, fool" face.

Shit.

So... what you doin' home?

Aren't these prime hours

to be terrorizing the neighborhood

with your little gang of enfadosos?

I'm not with Vigilantes anymore.

Hold on. What?

Shit just wasn't feeling right anymore.

Damn.

I never thought I'd hear those words come out of your mouth.

Good for you, though.

It's about time you left that shit behind.

I'm not leaving anything behind.

Just Vigilantes.

I'm still gonna be an enfadosa about shit that I believe in.

Just gonna be going solo... or not.

Some dude keeps messaging me saying he likes my videos

and wants to, like, collaborate or some shit.

- Some dude? Let me... see this. - Oh.

He's like some socially-conscious, like,

digital content, like, producer-editor or something.

And I don't know if it's like some sell-out

corporate conglomerate bullshit or...

Well, I don't know. This looks kinda legit.

You know, maybe you should hear him out.

Your videos are not bad. I mean, you know, for that type of thing.

You watch my Chinche videos?

Yeah, after that whole Sideshow Bob fiasco

with your little sex tape,

you're damn right I kept track of you online.

- Wait, what Sideshow... - You know who I'm talking about.

Oh, my God!

He's so Sideshow Bob!

Oh, that fuckin' asshole.

It's so weird seeing you sit in that chair.

I know, right?

Smells like patas.

I always hated that damn smell.

Me too.

- Come on, come on. - Oh.

Dude, it's horrible.

It's... I know, I know.

There's this... Oh, God, there's all this sweat

and he just, like, slept in this thing

- or something. - Dude, shut up.

I can't focus.

Man, we gotta get, like, a... Hold on, hold up.

- Dude, hold it. - We gotta get, like, a nice leather one.

Ah... oh, shit.

Whoo. Good job.

Let's see who's the lucky person who picks it up.

It's still a good chair, you know, besides the smell.

- Get a little lint roller. - Johnny.

Huh?

You need to put me on that deed.

I know.

I will.

El servicio se acabó. Palabra de Dios.

Vayan con orgullo en nombre del Señor.

- Gracias padre. - Gracias amigo.

Hermana, muchas gracias por si devocion.

- Hey, what are you... - Don't get in my way, Lyn.

That asshole is taking us to court.

- What? - He's coming after the building,

but maybe you already knew that.

What? No. I didn't-Emma.

You don't know the joy it brings me to see you here, Emmita.

Did you think I was just gonna roll over

and let you have what's ours?

You must not know me.

Fuck you and your shadiness.

We should go talk in my office.

I have a lawyer,

and we are more than ready for you.

You don't know what I did the past four years,

but nasty was my brand at work.

Hijas, I never wanted anything to do with that place.

But after what I saw the other night,

I have no choice but to get involved.

What? What you saw? What?

I'm worried about you girls.

I come to find you fighting with your neighbors,

shouting unkind things at them.

And then I look to your bar, and what people do I see?

It's clear the perverted spirit of homosexuality that your mother left is still

- a curse on the place. - Oh, not just my mother, Victor.

Or did Lyn not tell you?

That your daughter, la hija del pastor

is a queer.

Que soy marimacha. Que soy marimacha.

Em...

But do they also know that their pastor

is a deadbeat father who beat his wife?

I have a whole photo album of your handiwork

to show off in court.

You are your mother's daughter.

Yes, I am.

Aquí mismo, Señor.

Rogamos por tu hija, Emma.

Sus pecados la tienen triturada.

Santo Dios del universo,

rezamos por ella.

Espíritu Santo...

Yo te ruego que al hablar Tu palabra,

que pueda darse cuenta

que todavía hay esperanza para su vida.

Santo Dios del universo,

intercede por ella. Intercede por ella.

Intercede por su vicio, por su soberbia,

por su lesbianismo, su homosexualidad...

Hey, Emma, you should go.

I'll handle this. I promise.

Creemos que todavía puedes salvar a Tu hija.

- It's okay. Go. - Sálvala, Señor.

Amen.

Si hermano, gracias, gracias.

Gracias, soldados de Dios, por sus oraciones.

Gracias, hermana. Gracias, sí.

Emma's not perverted.

Neither was Mami.

You were always coming after the building, weren't you?

By law, that building's rightfully mine.

Just pull over, please.

- Is everything okay? - This is ridiculous.

- Patty! - Excuse me, ma'am. But you have to at least let me tell him...

- Que esta pasando? - It's not necessary, I know the way, thank you.

Excuse me ma'am!

¿Qué? ¿Qué? ¿Qué?

I am so sorry, Nelson. She just pushed right past me.

It's okay, Patty. It's fine.

Mi querida Emma.

Did we have a meeting on the books I failed to remember?

Does your offer still stand?

For what?

Oh. For your bar?

- Yes. - Oh. Oh, man.

I'm gonna have to sit down for this.

You made us an offer to settle. Is it still valid?

Oh, t... you know, I thought things were going so well over there

that I... I... I had left you alone.

Is Brobeck still interested in the building or not?

I mean...

I mean, interested? Uh, yeah, of course we're interested, but...

can we make the same deal?

- That's another story. - Oh, just without the uptalk, Nelson.

I just wanna be honest with you.

With the amount of development opportunities

that have sprung up in your area,

Brobek's interest has diminished.

Which means our initial offer would clearly diminish as well.

But between you and me...

there's always something we can work out.

In writing.

Can you give it to me in writing?

Here you go.

Hey. ¿Quiúbole?

Uh, Nancy Sanchez isn't on till 7:00.

Came to bring you lunch.

Burritos.

- Burritos are my favorite. - I know.

I asked around.

That's real nice of you.

I normally just eat a sopa huevona for lunch.

But I could eat these anytime.

Bean and cheese, right?

The world's most perfect combo.

Simple.

I like that about you.

A ver. I haven't had a burrito in forever.

Mm.

Mmm.

Mm-kay. Not bad.

But I gotta admit,

I only got these 'cause I was told this is what you liked.

But I've never understood the appeal of burritos.

Like, I'm from D.F., and to us, this would be...

Big, mutant tacos.

'Pérame. Did you just...

call burritos tacos?

Them is fighting words.

They're just overgrown tacos de harina

but rolled up to the size of your head.

Burritos have a history, man.

Yeah, an American history.

Well, sure.

But are you your country or are you your culture?

Burritos are Mexican, man.

Ah, shit.

You're handsome and deep?

Oh... hey, Lynnie. Wha... everything okay?

Yes. No.

- Is Emma here? - She's in the back.

- Okay. - Hey, Lyn, uh, this is Monica.

You didn't get a chance to meet her,

but she's one of the drag kings from the other night.

Oh, hi. Nice to meet you.

Um, did Eddy tell you about tonight?

Nancy Sanchez is performing.

Uh, she's the next big thing. You should check her out.

I will.

For our next date, I wanna take you for some tacos de canasta.

Hm?

Some real Mexican food.

Before you start to, you know, yell at me,

I just wanna say holy shit,

that holy roller stuff was totally creepy and uncalled for,

and I told him so.

So I just wanted you to know.

Also...

You should know I'm done.

I don't know if you can break up with your father,

but you'll be glad to know that I basically did.

Actually...

there's been a lot of break ups for me today.

I broke up with Rudy.

So that's totally done, too.

I have this problem where I let myself become

whatever dudes want me to be.

And I thought I had figured it out,

but I just fell right back into it.

With Papi, too, if I'm being honest.

So it has to stop.

And I'm stopping.

Emma?

- What's this? - It's a one-sheet offer

from Brobeck to buy back the building.

Let's wash our hands and be done with all this.

This sister experiment where we band together

and lift this place from the ashes...

It didn't work.

How can you say that?

This was always going to fail.

No, Emma, right now, Vida is, like, the opposite of failing.

We were always going to fail.

It's not in your nature to be true to anything or anyone, Lyn.

If you wanna acquire it back from Brobeck with Victor, be my guest.

He'll have to pony up the money, though.

No, Emma, you're totally misunderstanding everything I just said.

It just needs a signature.

Lyn, what's wrong?

Are you okay, are you hurt? Are...

Did Rudy do something to you? What...

- No. - Okay. It's okay.

It's okay. Here. Come here.

What's the matter? What happened?

Here.

Papi's coming after the bar.

And, well, the whole building.

Which is so shady, first of all.

Because he was still married to Mami when she passed.

He'll probably get it.

And because Emma's Emma, and... and she always

goes for the most drastic nuclear option,

she's selling it back to the developers

that she saved it from in the first place.

And when she does that, it's... it's... it's...

It's done.

I mean, it's done. It's over.

Because there's no getting it back from them.

They're gonna turn it into a juice shop or...

some microbiotic birria-fusion place.

Oh. Oh, God.

Where am I gonna live?

What's the best-case scenario for you here?

To keep the bar, of course.

To keep going the way we've been going.

I've worked so hard for this, Johnny.

Like, harder than I've ever worked for anything in my entire life.

And the worst part of it all

is that Emma thinks I betrayed her.

She thinks I stabbed her in the back, and I didn't.

Did you tell her that?

There's no telling her anything anymore.

She's on ice queen mode.

Lyn.

I wish I could fix it for you.

All of this.

Oh, wait.

We can't.

I'm... I'm doing it again.

I don't wanna do it like this.

Not like before.

I'm sorry.

I promised myself

I wouldn't do it to you and Karla again.

There's no Karla anymore.

I mean...

She'll always be in my life 'cause of Elenita, you know, but...

Yeah.

I don't wanna just be tossed aside again after...

No.

I don't wanna do that.

I wanna do this right.

Do you want that?

What, like...

Like do us right?

Yeah.

I wouldn't even know what that is.

I think...

we should find out.

Oh. Thank you.

I am so sorry I blew up your DMs like that.

That ICE video sent me down a serious La Chinche hole.

Ah, it's better than the shit I usually get DM'd...

A bunch of rape threats and MAGA trolls.

I'm glad my persistence worked, then, 'cause honestly,

you make the kind of content we want at Charged.

Yeah, I was looking through your stuff.

Isn't your parent company Botner Media?

Yeah, but fuck them.

They're a bunch of gonzo white dudes, but Charged...

Charged is a completely different platform.

We don't let "the man" anywhere near our content.

So far, we've gotten off to a great start,

but do I think we could push ourselves even further?

Of course.

That's why you're here.

We need content makers like you.

Well, I wouldn't consider myself

an official content maker.

I just post shit.

There's no certification process.

You make shit, people watch it,

you affect their perspective,

you're a content maker.

Just think of what a bigger platform could do.

Well, I just left something where I was

a little too managed.

You know, like, told what to make.

And I realized that I'm not about that.

I'd rather go at it alone.

This is perfect, then.

We wouldn't alter your voice one bit.

It's not on brand.

So I would have complete control of what I say and how I say it?

Mm-hmm, and you'd get paid for it as a freelancer.

Rome is burning, Mari. You're made for the flames.

Hey, what's up, mi gente?

This is your girl La Pinche Chinche.

At this very moment, the U.S. government is caging brown children,

separating them from their parents.

This is pinche humanity touching an all-time low.

And shame on us, mi gente.

Shame on all of us for allowing our representatives

to look the fuck away.

Buenas tardes.

A ver... Ven, mi'ja.

You good?

That preacher wants my bar.

And I won't fight him for it.

I'm getting rid of it, instead.

He'll have to try to get it from Brobeck if he wants it so badly.

Holy shit, Emma.

I thought you were breaking even.

We are.

More than even.

It's not about that.

I just don't have the heart for it anymore.

I just told Lyn.

She'll be fine.

That one's like a cat.

She always manages to make her landing.

Me, on the other hand...

I have zero idea what I'm gonna do.

I've just never not had a plan.

Know what?

Fuck it.

Fuck it.

I'm just gonna kill myself slowly with one of these.

- Well, that's a plan. - Hm.

Oh, sh... shit. Yo.

We're already out of our net kegs.

We've sold so much these past few days.

- I'll go get one in the back. - All right. Thanks, Ed.

Need a hand?

Uh... no, thanks. I... I got it.

I'm sorry. Did I miss something?

I thought you just gave me the eyes to come back here.

¿Que qué?

I just regular smiled.

Oh. You just regular smiled, huh?

Yeah.

Pérame, Monica.

You're, uh... You're a gorgeous girl,

y estoy bien flattered,

for real.

But...

I haven't been up front with you.

I'm a widow.

A recent widow.

And if I'm being completely honest with you...

I'm still very much in love with my wife.

Ohh.

I hope you understand.

I see.

It's okay, handsome.

I get it.

You're not ready.

I just wish for once she wouldn't just give decrees

and actually talk to me about it,

'cause it affects me, too.

It makes no sense to kill everything while we're on top.

Mi'ja, you didn't listen to her.

Would she listen to you?

Jeez.

Thanks for pouring that obvious salt on the wound, Doña.

You were not capable to listen to her truth.

But now you are.

You need to listen.

Well, that's very well and good,

but she's not talking to me right now.

How do I get her to listen to me about not selling the bar?

The two of you tienen que poner

Your truths together and be the same truth.

You know that when you Yoda me, I never get it, right?

Emma knew in her gut that your father was no good

because it's part of her truth.

How can there not be just one single truth for everybody?

Tu papá caused real harm for Emma.

She was the reason that your mami

finally got rid of your father.

Her espíritu recognizes that.

Okay.

No more fortune cookie advice.

If you have chisme, now's the time to say it.

- No. ¿Es... estás segura? - Who? Who are you?

I hadn't wanted to say anything

because I didn't know if it would help anyone knowing, but...

that last time that Victor beat your mami up,

it was because he caught Emma...

naked and playing house with a little neighbor girl.

Pero para las pulgas de tu papá

it was a big blow-up.

The whole building heard it.

Vidalia defended her, of course,

y le fue mal.

After that, Vidalia called the police

and she sent Emma away to protect her.

Oh, my God.

Poor Emma.

All this time thinking that Mami just didn't...

I once told you

when you first came back and I read your cards...

that your big love is and always will be here.

Do you know what that means now?

Your love is downstairs.

Fight for it.

Come have no plan with me.

Some of the best things that happened to me

were the direct result of having no plans.

It's two months.

With no plan, and then...

And then I don't know.

We go be nomads together, or...

Or you go off alone and figure out your next steps.

But two months.

No plan.

Emma.

No, wait. Em.

There are, like, so many beyond important things I have to say

- to you right now. - Did you sign it?

- No, but... - Sign it.

And then you can talk to me.

That's, like, backwards of what we should do.

How does that make any damn sense?

Em. Emma!

How can you walk away so easily?

We've worked too hard to just let this all go

- for no reason. - Don't give me that shit, Lyn.

You've been totally checked out for weeks.

You've been gone every time

we have to make something happen.

Look at today.

You were nowhere when your artist showed up.

Where the fuck were you?

I still booked her.

I found her, and I booked her.

I'm done catching you, Lyn.

No, okay, okay, okay.

You're right.

I could be here more.

Who gives a fuck anymore?

I should've listened to you because you're my sister.

- You're my family. - Don't.

I never belonged to this fucking family.

Not as a daughter, not as a sister.

I've always been fucking disposable.

- No, Emma, that's not true. - Lyn, will you just fuck off?

Mami sent you away because of him to protect you.

Doña Lupe said Victor found you...

doing stuff with that neighbor girl.

And things got bad.

Those pictures that you saw...

that happened when she tried to defend you.

She called the cops on him

and sent you to Abuela's to protect you from him

in case he ever decided to come back.

But he never did.

Do you see?

If you want me to sign it, I will.

You break my heart, Lyn.

Please, don't give up on me, Emma.

Please don't give up on me.

You're the only one that's never given up on me.

Not when you were...

trying to get me to understand pre-calculus

and not since we opened this place.

Even when I fuck up, you've never given up on me.

So, please, please,

don't give up on me now.

'Cause you...

You're all I have.

Oh!

Better go check on that.

You comin'?