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Look, all I know about Lyn and you

is that every time she comes around,

you turn into a pendejo.

- Where is she? - Oh, hey, Karla.

Where is that puta?

I never wanted to leave. Vidalia sent me away.

Emma, you okay?

That's posted? He recorded me?

It's racist.

- We got to take it down. - Damn.

Just don't let this become one of those places.

Hágase Su voluntad aquí en la Tierra como en el cielo.

...amén.

Dios te salve, María, llena eres de gracia...

...fruto de tu vientre, Jesús.

Santa María...

Santa María, madre de Dios...

Amén. Amén.

Dios te salve, María, llena eres de gracia...

Hey, las señoras brought extra rosarios

in case you wanted to join us.

Uh, Trump will stop tweeting

before Emma grabs one of those things.

- What about you? - Me?

I don't-- I-I wouldn't even--

I never done it neither,

but, you know, we got to do something proper

to send off your mamacita, to honor her.

I know.

I just--

I-I can't.

Why are they doing that here?

Today is the last day, thankfully.

I have to say, though, it is kind of woke

for old-school señoras to be so supportive of the gay wife.

Don't you think? I'm impressed.

Where are you going in that getup in this neighborhood?

Yoga.

You are so thirsty.

It's what people wear to yoga.

What is that?

It's a 30-day notice.

I'm raising the rent by 3%.

You think they can handle a rent hike?

It's, like, an extra $20. I'm sure they'll be fine.

Okay.

I'll be back in a bit.

Hey, Lyn, uh, just a heads-up...

Since this whole "sorting out the building" thing

is taking longer than I thought,

I'm going to look for some kind of weekly sublet situation.

For both of us or... just you?

It'll be just for me.

Of course it will.

Inhalen total.

Expandan el cuerpo.

Y suéltenlo.

Could you--Excuse me.

Despacito, respirando profundo.

Muy bien.

Hey.

Um...

Where do you come from?

Las piernas, y damos vuelta al otro lado.

Aquí desde la cintura estiramos hacia el piso.

Respirando hondo.

Manos en el piso.

Agarran las piernas si pueden

y viendo el otro lado del cuarto.

Respirando hondo.

Muy bien, muy bien.

Ahora subiendo a guerrero dos.

Con mucha fuerza.

Estirando de un lado del cuarto al otro.

- Gracias, señora. - Dios la bendiga.

- Cuídate. - Ay, gracias.

Gracias, Tita.

Venga, doña Tita. I'll walk you back to your place.

No, no, no, no.

Don't lock me in there like a momia in my casket.

I'll go down to the bar with you.

But Freddy needs some air anyway.

¿Me espera tantito, doña Tita?

Mm-hmm.

¿Me da tres verdes, por favor?

Sí, cómo no.

Yes, comadre!

You are giving me sexy-Mexi librarian realness.

Hey, Marcos.

Yes, it's me, presenting in my best hetero norm-core

so as not to frighten off la gente with my usual jotería.

Oh, I'm doing my civic duty.

Gracias.

So how sickening was the other night?

I shouldn't have drunk so much.

When are we gonna get into it again?

I'm sorry. That might've been the one and only time.

Ay, pero why?

You were toda Gloria Trevi,

whipping your hair back and forth.

You good?

Yeah.

Then why haven't you called Cruz?

Look, real talk--she's been worried sick about you.

Why do people have such big mouths is what I want to know.

You know, I have to get to a thing.

I'll see you around.

Okay. Bye.

Before you say anything, I'm already taking care of the red scarlet tag.

Yes, uh, thank you for that.

See? I have initiative.

Plus, we ain't no chipsters up in here.

Could I ask you something?

Yeah, I need to ask you something también.

Are you using your car right now?

What? No.

Would you mind if I, uh...

borrow it?

Uh, just for an hour or so. I have amazing insurance.

- No, it's cool. - I'm a great driver.

And if you don't feel comfortable lending it to me...

- I totally understand. I-- - It's fine. Take it.

Whatever's mine is yours.

Great. Thank you.

You like the green ones?

Oh, yeah, those are my favorite.

- Here, buen provecho. - Thank you.

- Namaste. - Namaste.

Adiós.

Karla, I had no idea you were gonna be here.

I promise I didn't come looking to make trouble.

No, I don't believe that,

but I'm all kumbaya because of the pinche yoga,

so we should talk.

I don't think that's a good idea.

I don't give a fuck what you think is a good idea.

You're gonna sit right there, and we're gonna talk.

Look, Karla, I'm not gonna get into a big fight with you.

I'm not gonna insult you or offend you--

Do you love him?

- No, I'm not doing this. - You don't.

I know you don't.

You know what I hate?

That you're here thinking that...

I'm the Maleficent of the story, that I made this happen all by myself.

- I didn't. - No, I know.

That's the part that sucks so bad.

He's so fucking infected with you.

It would be cruel of me to go into it, but...

there's something between Johnny and me

that goes beyond.

It, like, has its own course and direction.

Yeah.

Thanks for not being cruel and going into it.

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

If I say I love him, which I do,

that only hurts you, Karla.

I'm not trying to hurt you.

Ay, pinche Lyn.

What I wanted to say is that...

you can have him.

I can't fight you for him.

I won't.

I have this little one to think about now, and...

I've never been good at the whole telenovela thing.

Así que...

Aquí tiene. Gracias.

You sure you don't want one?

- Nah, I'm good. - Mmm.

Breakfast of champions.

Bueno, lunch of champions.

Hey, you're not going again tonight, huh?

How long are you gonna let that cabrón

keep you away from Vigilantes?

I don't know.

You know...

you got, like, the most potential

of being a badass chingona of anyone I know.

But with this vato you turn all mensa.

Man, you know what I hate?

Is that, like, everyone's gonna think

I'm running around being a little puta,

and, Yoli, you know that's not even true.

I do.

Mm, you got your V-card intact,

which is rare around here-- real talk.

I got you, carnala.

It's a messed-up situation.

All right, all right.

Okay, now I want a chamoyada.

You're eating it all, like...

All right, come on, I guess I can eat away my feelings.

- Come on. - Chamoyada for the pain.

Perdón. ¿Eh, me esperan un tantito?

Eh--I'll be right back.

Hey, Johnny.

What are you doing here, man?

Come on, Johnny.

Really?

Karla called it off.

- I don't fucking blame her. - Yeah.

Yeah, I'm walking around here,

and everyone's looking at me like I'm some low-down cabrón

for letting such a good woman go.

And you know what?

They're all right.

I am a cabrón.

But I don't give a fuck.

It's always been Lyn for me.

And that's just the pinche truth.

I love her, Eddy.

Who am I to say shit

about fighting for el love de tu vida?

Remember how I chased my own Vida

when she was pretending to be straight?

Go up and handle your business.

El amor es el amor.

Eres mi carnala, Eddy.

Coming!

We can do week to week or month to month.

Just need deposit and first payment.

Week to week is fine. I only need it for a week or two.

Could I Venmo you the first and deposit?

Hey, coconut!

Hey, arrepentida! You settling in or what?

How, uh, soon could I move in after the payment goes through?

You know, it doesn't surprise me

that you pick a house of mass displacement to occupy.

- I don't know who that is. I'm just-- - You know, but now that I know where you're gonna be staying,

I'll make sure to come by with my trusty red spray paint

to liven up your new crib.

What is she saying?

So you're the one who tagged my bar,

you fucking little criminal.

The only criminal I see

is that Christopher Columbus bitch standing next to you.

Yeah, you.

I know what you did to the family that used to live here.

You should be fucking ashamed of yourself.

Would you stop acting like some chuntara?

Who the fuck are you calling a chuntara, bitch?

You, you hood rat.

Were you raised by wolves? No, probably worse.

You--

- You little bitch. - What?

Hey, can you put me in a cell already?

It's, like, cruel and unusual punishment

to be sitting next to this fucking vendida.

Hey, keep it down,

or you really will spend the night in jail.

Hey, you...

Miss Wannabe Gringa.

You know, tell me--you know, I really want to know.

How does one just, like, denounce their entire culture

just so they can pass for white, huh?

Well, you start off by getting rid

of that huge chip on your shoulder that you suffer from.

Hey, it's called a consciousness.

And then you go out and get a fucking education

so you can stop acting so rascuache.

Education. Snooty-ass bitch, fuck you.

- No, fuck you, little girl. - What?

You're out here claiming to be all about la raza and la gente.

Your activism-- it's all a fucking act.

Man, shut the fuck up. You don't know me, all right?

Please, I know your kind... phony as fuck.

Who do you think you are, huh?

You and your puta sister just--just come around

and, like, shit on everyone and everything.

What does my sister have to do with you being phony?

Man, both of you--just go back to where you came from,

to your fucking high-rise or your condo

and just leave us alone.

Especially tell your slutty sister

to leave my brother alone.

Now the woke activist is slut-shaming.

Selectively blame the girl-- that's always great.

You know, Johnny is the one that needs to leave Lyn alone.

Isn't he the one cheating on his fucking pregnant fiancée?

It's disgusting.

Yeah, it is.

Mm.

Your fucking smell is so...

- I stink? - No.

It's just...

you smell like you.

Makes me todo pendejo.

Okay, then.

- J? - Hmm?

I can't do a back-and-forth thing.

Come here.

No back-and-forth thing, baby.

All-in.

Mmm.

Don't go yet.

I got to get my things out of Karla's place once and for all.

Okay, you can go.

I'll call you later.

Okay.

Okay.

Hello?

Excuse me? Excuse me? Hello? I have to use the bathroom.

Hello?

Somebody?

I'm gonna pee all over this bench.

They don't care if you piss yourself.

You know how many drunks and meth-heads

have pissed themselves right there?

They treat us like second-cl--

No, third-class citizens.

You saw how fast that gringa called the cops on us?

She didn't care about your fancy shoes

or your muy-muy haircut.

You and I were the same to her.

Um...

you got a little blood on your leg.

It's clean.

Must've scraped myself on the fence.

Thank you.

Tomorrow we're gonna wake up with a bunch of bruises

in a bunch of random places.

My knees look like that.

But, well, they have more than that, though.

This one used to look a lot worse.

And you don't care that people see your fucked-up knees?

No.

Mm.

I never show my legs.

My pinche tomboy scars are embarrassing.

Well, that's stupid.

Lying, cheating, being a bully...

those are things to be ashamed of.

But scars...

They're maps of who you are.

Like tattoos you didn't choose.

Yeah.

This one reminds me of my first day in Texas,

when my mother sent me away.

W-why did she send you away?

She just did.

To live with my grandma.

That first day I was riding my cousin's bike,

and I crash-landed on the asphalt

straight on my knees.

When I ran home to my grandma, all...

bloody and crying,

she said...

"I don't raise chillonas in this house.

I better never see you crying again."

Never be a fucking chillona.

You're free to go.

Oh, thank God.

Uh--

What about her?

Her fine hasn't been paid.

I didn't ask you to pay for me.

It's Emma who said, so...

Mari, just get home.

I'ma pay you back.

You better.

Come on, I need, like, three showers.

Hold on.

I just want to say that...

I showed up.

You called me, and I came.

Because in the future, you're gonna forget

and make me out to be like I never show up,

so make a note.

I showed up.

Noted.

Now can we fucking just--

I'm sorry for keeping the car all day.

I won't borrow it again.

Can I, uh, speak to you privately just over here?

No. Actually, you can talk to me right here

en frente de todos.

But if you're gonna talk to me about some bullshit,

like hiking rents or late fees

or selling the bar,

you can keep that shit to yourself,

'cause I don't feel like hearing it.

Uh, we should get her upstairs.

I'm just gonna... Come on, let's just--

But do you want to know

what I do feel like hearing right now?

I feel like hearing why you two

are so freakin' feelingless about your amá.

I'm not feelingless.

It's been over a week since mi Vida died,

and you walk around like nothing.

What's wrong with you two?

How could you be so coldhearted?

I'm not gonna let you police

how I do or do not mourn my own mother, okay?

I would have these daydreams

where we could all be a family

and go camping like gabacho families do,

todo with, like, canoes and tents and shit,

like a proper family,

porque I think that's what Vida always wanted,

so that's what I wanted.

If that's what she wanted,

she would've done something about it,

but she didn't.

Ya basta.

Tonight we toast your mother's último adiós

so that she may leave us in peace...

and this pobrecita can also rest.

Here.

I don't know how to do this.

Here.

You pour the tequila.

And then you drink it.

That's not what I meant.

I don't either.

Come on, música.

To the after-vida!

Salud!

- Salud! - Salud!

I don't understand. We have the numbers.

Why can't we show up at the cafe and the building site?

We have enough people.

Because people also have jobs and school and shit.

Come on, Yoli, that's weak.

I'm sorry, but that's real.

All right, then we'll start with the coffee shop tomorrow morning

and the building site.

Why don't we take a vote?

I mean, why don't we ever take a vote?

- We do vote. - No, we don't.

You vote, and we do.

This was and will always be

an egalitarian coalition.

And you know that, Marisol.

Well, let's take a vote right now.

- Yeah. - Go ahead.

Hands up to protest the coffee shop tomorrow.

Hands up for the building site on Soto.

Right on.

What time should we do, then?

They start work at 8:00 a.m.

8:00 a.m. sound good?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Badass.