[Jamal] It's been three weeks since we got the spit from the perp,
and still no word.
If the spit doesn't work, it's gonna be hard to swallow.
School might be over, but this flatfoot's job is just beginning.
The block's hot, real hot.
And the stakes are even higher.
Mmm. "Steaks." I'm hungry.
But there's no time to eat.
Not with Cuchillos on my back and eyes on my front.
And then there's the dame with the great gams.
She wants to meet up, but for what?
Upon what deviant dalliance does this dame depend?
I can't get a read on her.
She wants to off me or turn me.
Either way, the speculation is torture.
Time to act.
Either way,
the speculation is torture.
Time to act.
Shit, she has a gun.
Probably a small one 'cause her coat looks tight.
- What? - Nothing.
[phone rings]
What do you want from me?
I told you I have nothing to do with the Prophet$!
What are you talking about?
Don't act like you don't know.
You've been stalking me, blowing up my phone.
Explain that!
I like you.
Oh.
What's not to like? [chuckles]
Hello?
I gotta go. You're kissing me.
♪ 'Sho, I'm a runner if you wanna Know, marijuana in the summer♪
♪ Go, Dumb and Dumber When I'm off the dro ♪
♪ Gotta, gotta get my guap up, 'sho ♪
♪ Tell my mama that I'm going out I'm bringing back a gold ♪
♪ After that, a platinum plaque And we gonna put it on the wall ♪
♪ Life a movie and it feel like We be sitting middle row ♪
♪ Only do this for my brothers No, I couldn't do it 'lone ♪
[Jasmine] Previously on Monse...
Monse didn't know if she was into Cesar or on the outs,
but either way, it was annoying.
What will she do?
Put down her phone or continue being lame as hell?
♪ Dun, dun, dun ♪
Sorry. Just want to make sure he's okay on the home front.
So he's got daddy issues, and you have mommy issues,
but if you don't stay away, you're gonna have baby issues.
Girl, don't you remember he betrayed you?
Yes, I remember.
You're right. Cesar wasn't there for me when I was dealing with my mom,
but that doesn't mean I should act the same way.
If I did, I'd be a hypocrite, and I don't wanna be.
I wanna do the right thing.
Oh, I see, so you can shove it in his face that you're the bigger person?
No, because we're friends, and that's what friends do.
Ooh, I don't know. This feels more like girlfriend territory.
No. No, it still falls in the friend zone.
And you invited him to the pool?
Skins out, sins out!
Girl, you are talking one game, but playing another,
and I don't want to see you get burned.
Agh. Dude, what is that smell?
Chicken.
- Don't look at me. - Look, he's been gone 12 years.
- I just want a chance to get to know him. - Then you can clean up after him.
I've got bigger things to worry about. Block's been quiet.
Hey, where you going?
Duh. The pool. It's open.
I'm coming with.
After you clean up that nasty-ass chicken. [chuckles]
[gasping in pain]
Enjoy the chicken sandwich.
You know, I think we'd sell more sandwiches if we put up a sign.
We don't have a permit.
Plus, it helps with demand if we keep it underground.
- Mmm. - It's a pop-up.
And we may only be poppin' for a couple more weeks,
'cause before we know it, Chivo's results will be back in,
and we'll be back on the Lil' Ricky train.
- My parents need this money. - Don't even stress.
- We're gonna get that RollerWorld green. - If we find Lil' Ricky.
What if we don't?
Jamal!
Sorry!
I got less than an hour of sleep last night.
Yeah, I was up all night worrying, too.
I wasn't worrying, but I definitely wasn't sleeping.
I had to get up at the butt crack
so I could cook all the chicken before Dwayne's opened.
Don't you wanna know why I was up all night?
I'll give you a hint: it gave me a boner.
- Agh! Jamal! - [chuckles]
I don't want to hear about the shaved Bigfoot video again.
No! I was making out.
And there was also some dry-humping.
Okay, there was a lot of dry-humping.
I'm super chafed right now, but I'm not complaining.
I don't believe you. You didn't dry-hump anyone.
Yes, I did.
- Kendra. - The Prophet?
I don't think she's a Prophet.
Then why else would she be making out with you?
She's obviously hooking up with you for info.
No, she's hooking up with me to...
Oh, my God. Do you think she's hooking up with me to get info?
Oh, my God. What if she drugs me with Benadryl and I like it?
You know that's a gateway drug.
♪ If you wanted to ♪
♪ We can up and leave here ♪
♪ 'Cause I still wanted to ♪
♪ Get inside your mind-- ♪
I'll be on Skid Row, and then my parents will drop me off sandwiches.
And then... Oh, my God!
I'm gonna get addicted to Xanax.
Can I get some of that on my back?
I got it.
I'm hittin' the pool.
Oh, do a cannonball!
Or don't. No, don't do that. It's so stupid.
All right!
Time to deep-dick dive!
You know? 'Cause I can see up their shorts?
Ah!
Why didn't you tell me he was coming?
Did I need to?
No.
It's a community pool, so they gotta let whatever trash blows in off the street.
[sighs] Oscar has a lot on his plate right now.
I'm not the only one dealing with our dad.
How's that going?
Not great.
They can't be in the same room together,
which puts me in a weird position, because I want to get to know my dad.
But I also feel like I'm somehow betraying Oscar.
Did he say that?
No.
But he doesn't have to.
That's so selfish.
If your dad sucks, he sucks.
My dad, despite what he felt about my mom, at least let me get to know her.
Of course, Oscar can't see anything but himself.
[sighs]
I'm sorry.
He's not even worth talking about.
- Chicken sandwich? - Keep walking.
- Cesar? - He's good!
So, is Monse still mad at us because we didn't take sides,
or we didn't believe she was leaving?
I don't know. It's too hard to keep track.
- Chicken sandwich! - [clucks]
We got cheese, no cheese, lettuce wrap.
Hey, do you have anything vegetarian?
Uh... Yeah.
This is faux chicken.
Thank you.
We don't have any faux chicken.
Faux sho.
- Ah, I see what you did there. Nice! - Yeah.
Gotta keep up the sales.
I could use some of that smooth. It's been seven hours
since I hooked up with Kendra, and she still didn't get back to me.
So, text her.
I did, and then I didn't hear from her, so I texted her again.
Double-texted her? Jamal, rookie move!
- Don't send any more texts. - Okay. For sure.
Hypothetically speaking, what if I did already?
- Jamal, how many times did you text her? - Do voice texts count?
Voice texts? You never lead with audio! It's far too divisive.
Oh, no. What about emojis?
GIFs? Screenshots?
Jesus, Jamal. What did you send her a screenshot of?
My texts, to make sure she was getting them!
How many times did you make contact?
Five.
Six.
Seventeen.
- Thirty-four! - [phone dings]
- Did you just send another text? - Butt dial?
Stop eating the sandwiches! We're gonna run out.
Five sandwiches.
- Sorry, we're out. - But we're pre-selling.
Give us 30 minutes, and we'll come find you.
But Dwayne's joint is now open. We can't cook there.
We'll figure it out.
I'm going to the store and taking your phone with me.
When I come back, I'm gonna bring some booty and some boundaries.
We need another dozen!
I'm cooking as fast as I can!
You're running behind! Chop-chop!
Don't "chop-chop" me! I'm working with what I got!
Had to move twice.
First, some guy parked on my grill, and then the shade keeps coming in.
Which, speaking of, help me move the grill.
[gasps]
These need to be sanitized. They're covered in dirt.
It's not dirt.
It's a special barbecue rub.
Are you sure it's okay that we're not using a real grill?
So what? The chicken's a little janky.
Jamal, we need this money.
And you know what they say:
"Desperate times call for...
street chicken."
Right. Yeah.
I mean, people love farm-to-table. Why not street-to-table?
Exactly!
[bird cawing]
[Jasmine] Marco!
Marco!
Polo.
Marco!
Marco! Marco!
What you want with my man Marco?
[vomits]
[boy exclaims]
Be careful.
Is it just me, or is everybody getting sick?
Yeah. I just saw some girl projectile vomit all over her boyfriend.
- Maybe she's day drinking. - [woman] I'm coming!
We have to get him to urgent care! It's coming out both ends!
- [woman] I've got a towel. - Ugh.
He must've swam too soon after eating.
- Can I get one? - Or heatstroke.
- Thanks. - [man retching]
[both] Pool water.
My mom always says, "Never drink that pool water.
They don't drain that pool."
Like, year after year, it just gets filled
with a hot mix of bodily fluids and toxic rainwater,
and instead of cleaning it, they just cover it up with toxic chlorine.
It's like they don't even care if people get sick.
You know what these people need?
A chicken sandwich.
[woman vomiting]
I was actually thinking about going to Summer Night Lights, too.
Well, if you're going and I'm going,
then why don't we make a plan to not make a plan to meet up tonight?
Sounds like a non-plan.
Or a date.
Can you put some sunscreen on my back?
- [retches] - [groaning]
- What? - [gasping]
What is that? What's on my back?
Ew! It's so warm!
[screams] What is it?
- [man] It's in the pool! - [whistle blows]
[lifeguard] Everyone, please vacate the pool! Vacate the pool now!
- Oh, shit!Oh, my God!This is crazy. - [people screaming]
Three hundred dollars.Nice!
All right. Let's say we get three weeks before Chivo's DNA results come back.
We can totally make our goal.
Hello!
Did you not see the text?
Kendra wants to meet up! Do you know what this means?
Yeah, that she's a Prophet.
No!Are you emoji illiterate?
- Eggplant plus doughnut equals-- - Jamal!
No normal girl would respond to 34 texts.
- Thirty-seven. - Hey, hey! I want my money back.
My wife can't stop throwing up, and there was a rock on my sandwich!
Sir! It was a farm pebble,
organic and locally-sourced.
[whimpers softly]
Okay, fine.
Let's just say, for argument's sake, you are right and Kendra is a Prophet.
Isn't that even more reason to meet up? Think of all the intel I could get!
- There was a feather in my sandwich. - That's just how fresh our chicken is.
A pigeon feather?
Jamal, I am handling all customer feedback.
Fine. And Ruby, you know what? I've thought about it, and you're right.
Yes. Thank you.
Kendra is a Prophet...
which is exactly why I have to meet up with her!
Turner can turn her.
Turner, out!
- Jamal! Wait! - [clamoring]
You said you were in charge of customer feedback!
[clamoring]
♪ In the wake of the madness ♪
♪ I held it till it came right ♪
[Oscar laughing]
Oh, I swear to God, I think I saw an entire churro on your back.
[Jasmine fake laughs]
I'm gonna go get us some drinks.
I'll take a Corona,
but I won't need a lime. I'm gonna grab one out of your hair.
- Ha ha. - [Oscar laughs]
It's really not that funny.
I'll be back.
Hey, you sure?
19th Street ain't gonna start shit here.
Too public.
So, um, how long is Oscar gonna hang out?
I mean, not that I mind. I just...
Okay, I do mind, but I'm trying my best not to.
Although, you gotta admit,
when he's around, shit does seem to go down.
Monse! He's my brother.
And if you don't want to hang out, then maybe this planned non-plan
isn't such a good idea after all.
Look, I have enough drama to deal with at home.
Are you calling me "drama"?
Because if you're implying that, then I'm--
Okay.
Sorry.
I'll stop, and just...
Look, if hanging out with you also means hanging out with Oscar,
then I guess I'll just have to make do.
Thank you.
[laughs]
Slushies?
Nah, girl. Forties.
- I got 'em from the paletero. - Oh. You showed 'em your boob?
No. My third nipple, which isn't even that big of a deal
because it's inside my belly button.
I got an outie inside my innie.
[Hammel] Cesar!
Eighty-six the forties!
[grunts]
[in Spanish] With the Prophet$ out of the picture, we're gonna take over Jefferson.
And we won't say shit 'bout the way you've handled business on the South Side.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Why would I give up Jefferson?
We're not asking you to give it up.
We're asking you to make a deal...
or we take it.
- [Ruben in English] I didn't take a thing! - [Geny] Don't lie to me.
- I can't believe that you sold them! - I didn't sell anything!
But did Cousin Chewie sell something?
I vaguely remember he got arrested.
Was it for illegally selling hot dogs outside Dodger Stadium?
It was The Forum.
Right.
But you can't get arrested for selling hot dogs, right?
You can if they make people sick.
And he didn't just get arrested. He went to jail.
But it wasn't his fault. He didn't know the meat was bad.
[Geny] Or he claims he didn't know.
Just like you claim not to know where our most expensive wedding gift went!
Like brother, like brother!
- He doesn't get to leave! I get to leave! - [door slams]
[door opens]
[door slams]
- [Ruby] How many sandwiches did we sell? - I don't know.
Fifty? Sixty?
Shit!
That could be like 50 or 60 counts of involuntary manslaughter.
Manslaughter? Who died?
I don't know! Maybe everyone!
Or maybe no one!
But we can still be facing a class-action lawsuit, from just one family.
Should I bring a head massager?
And do I have to provide my own pillow?
You're right. Maybe I should ixnay everything
that could potentially be used to smother me.
Jamal! This is serious!
Shit! Why did I cancel Ruby's Fancy Festivities liability insurance?
[Jamal] Calm down.
I had, like, five sandwiches and I'm totally fine.
Really?
[Jamal] Yes, really!
Manischewitz wine, should I bring it?
I mean, it's not ideal,
but yeah, it does go down easy and loosens up my lips.
You know what?
No Manischewitz.
I want to be alert, clear-headed.
[coughs]
Hey, do you think she's gonna hump me in?
[chuckles]
Like, you can get "jumped" into a gang,
but can you get "humped" in? [chuckles]
Jamal, I'm not even gonna dignify that with a response.
Hold on, Abuelita's beeping in.
- [phone beeps] - What?
- Sorry. - All right. What was I saying?
I gotta go.
[coughs]
You think our man's gonna get it in?
I'm not getting in enough overtime.
Between my ex-wife's alimony and my new wife's everything--
You try to take care of people, do the right thing,
and then they're getting a boob job, maxing out your credit card!
I don't want to be rude, but is there a point to any of this?
Yes!
My point is, you need to be careful.
I had no idea what I was getting into, working for Cuchillos.
- [radio chatter] - Up against the wall!Spread 'em!
[softly] I'm sorry.I'm so sorry.
[normal tone] Be careful.
I don't know what business you have with Cuchillos, and I don't wanna know.
But you don't get where she is without having bodies on you.
Okay. Okay, you convinced me.
You should be there for Cesar.
But if you're gonna be there, you should get something out of it.
And I'm talking about dick! [chuckles]
I'm listening.
Girl, put his ass on yard duty.
And make him mow that lawn!
You gotta get the hippity-dippity, because that's what it's all about!
Girl, put out a life insurance policy so you can murder that "D"!
Oh, you right!
[Jasmine squeals]
I just ran into Dwayne. He wants me to go help my dad at the joint.
I know we had a planned non-plan, but...
can I rain-check?
- It's fine. No problem. - Thank you.
[Ruby] God, I'm stressed.
Me too.
- What are you looking at? - Dicks.
I'm just kidding.
I don't do that at the dinner table.
I don't understand why all the good knives only come in sets.
- [Ruben] I'm goin' out for a while. - How long's a while?
I don't know. It could be all night.
Oh, no.
[Ruby] Nope.
Oh, not you.
Eh.
Yeah. Okay.
I'm feeling you.
Now...
I'm feeling me.
[sighs]
Agh.
Ooh, pizza!
Is that the 12-inch, thick crust, meat lover's delight?
♪ I needed someone who ♪
- ♪ Makes me feel-- ♪ - [Ruby gasps]
[Oscar] What the hell is that?
[Jasmine] It's the Lunch Money Challenge, yo!
- ["Lunch Money" song playing] - Work it, girl!
Work that now, good girl!
Where's Cesar?
Uh... He went to go help Ray.
All right.
- Well, I'm bouncing. - [Monse whispers] Bye.
[Jasmine] Bye.
[Monse] Get it, girl.
♪ Lunch money, oh! ♪
- How are you guys getting home? - Someone'll drive us.
Especially when I have a wardrobe malfunction of the third nipple kind.
[both laughing]
A third nipple kind!
Oh, my God. Are you okay?
Never been better.
I just need to say one thing:
I'm not really good with conflict.
I can use nunchucks and ninja stars, but I'm not a gun guy,
and green's not my best color.
Jamal, for the last time, I'm not a Prophet.
[gasps]
Oh! You're already wearing a condom?
Always be prepared.
[Jamal vomits]
- Are you okay? - Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.
[Jamal groans]
I'm not usually so...
prompt.
I mean, when I'm at home in a controlled setting--
Okay...
full disclosure...
this was my first time.
Me too.
But don't worry, we'll do better next time.
- Sure you don't want me to drop you off? - No. I don't need any favors from you.
You've had too much to drink.
[scoffs] No! I've had too much bullshit.
You and your bullshit. Everything is always about you!
- Hey, take it easy! - Don't tell me how to take it!
- Go home. You're drunk. - You just want me to go home
so I don't say the things that I have to say.
But I have things to say, and I'm not going home until I say 'em.
So, do you ever think about Cesar and how you're ruining his life?
You got screwed, and now you're screwing him up.
"'Cause I got to follow the rules of the streets.
Look at me and my muscles.
I got a dumb teardrop tattoo, but I don't cry 'cause I'm a big man."
Toxic masculinity. Look it up!
You done?
You know what?
Everything bad that has happened is because of you.
You jumped Cesar into a gang, you tasked him to kill Latrelle,
and now, because of that, because of you, Olivia is dead,
- and Ruby will never be the same! - [phone ringing]
You masterminded taking down the Prophet$, and we got kidnapped!
Now, we have to find someone who is impossible to find, and if we don't...
I don't know what's gonna happen, but whatever it is, it'll be because of you!
[phone chimes]
[sighs]
- It's my mom. - [Oscar] Lady in Brentwood?
Cesar told me how it all went down.
Pretty messed up.
Yeah.
Yeah, it was.
And, you know, even after all of that, I still reached out.
I sent her a letter, but she never wrote me back.
Now she's calling. I don't get it.
I know why.
It's for her, not for you.
She just wants to clear her conscience.
She disappears, comes back,
and just expects you to welcome her with open arms?
Now she wants to be a parent?
Seems like a hell of a lot easier when you don't actually have to raise a child.
Screw that.
If I were you... I wouldn't call that bitch back.
I wouldn't give her the satisfaction.
You're right. She doesn't deserve it.
She's dead to me.
[whimpers]
[Oscar] Hey.
Hey.
[Monse sniffles]
Hey.
This never happened.
[phone ringing]
Hello?
[phone ringing]
What the hell?
Hello?
Hola, Ruben. Do you know who this is?
- Yes. - I am many things...
but a patient woman, I am not.
Why are you calling me?
Because, Ruben, you've tasted death,
so you understand what happens when you disappoint someone like me.
You understand what the consequences are.
And they don't just land on you.
They land on everyone you love.
Maybe it's Mario or your abuelita.
The choice is yours.
[whimpering]
[clattering]
Where did all the knives go?
Dammit!
♪ Line 'em up Line 'em up ♪
♪ Your time is up ♪
♪ Time is up, time is up ♪
♪ So line 'em up ♪
♪ Line 'em up Line 'em up ♪
♪ Your time is up ♪
♪ Time is up, time is up ♪
♪ So line 'em up ♪
♪ Line 'em up I shot 'em down ♪
♪ Every time Though they time is up ♪
♪They time is up Don't play around ♪
♪ Yeah, we run the town We run the town ♪
♪ Everybody wanna book us now They want the sale ♪
♪ Want the sound Do this every day ♪
♪ Every day, every day ♪
♪ And we in the trenches Like Green Beret, Green Beret ♪
♪ Used to be on them benches Now it's the bars and crème brûlée ♪
♪ We ain't never run away From our dreams ♪
♪ Threw our hats into the fray ♪
♪ Hey, line 'em up Line 'em up ♪
♪ Your time is up Time is up, time is up ♪
♪ So line 'em up Line 'em up, line 'em up ♪
♪ Your time is up Time is up, time is up ♪
♪ So line 'em up ♪