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Just let yourself in anytime you want.

You don't have any food in here.

No one will respect a skinny girl cop.

I'm not going to let you get killed because you wouldn't eat an enchilada.

Look at this mess. When are you going to unpack?

I'm busy, that's all.

Too busy to put away your underwear?

I like it like this.

You're waiting for someone to come and help you unpack,

...and it's not your mother.

You know, you could always move to someplace that's really - yours.

Ana Luisa from the cleaners,

she told me there's a whole block of new places near the Tenderloin.

No, no, Mama. This is my place.

I'm staying.

Yes, of course.

What do I know?

I'm just an old-fashioned woman. Out of touch.

I've only got this life, and I'm not planning to have another one.

Not this again.

How am I supposed to explain this to your brothers and sisters?

Everyone at church?

To your father, God rest his soul?

That you've renounced your religious coding.

Like you said, Papa's dead. That should limit the explaining.

Sit down. We're going to eat.

Without your coding, you can be spun back up after your body dies.

It's wrong.

You can't take your communion.

Father Huerta can't hear your confession.

When Papa died,

and we couldn't ask him what happened or how it happened--

Your father was a devout man.

He would have never wanted to be spun back up.

I know.

But if it were me?

What would you do, Mama?

Okay. I'll tell you, Kristin.

My heart would break into a thousand pieces.

It would shatter my world.

I would cry enough to fill up the oceans of the world.

And I still...

wouldn't risk your soul.

Now that the 653 stupidity is over,

there won't be any more talk of spinning up the dead.

Don't say swear words.

I'm sorry.

What is that, Kristin? I gotta go.

I gotta go. Thank you.

Are you supposed to have that at home?

Thanks for dinner! I love you.