["Flowaz" by Sara Lugo playing]
[Lidia] Oh, shit. Yeah.
My God.
[moaning]
God, how did I forget how good sex was?
-You're so hot. -[Lidia] You're so hot, baby.
We're the hottest fucking… [moans]
-We're back, baby. -[Lidia] Yeah.
-Oh, shh. -[baby crying]
You know, sorry. [chuckles]
-Don't go. -[shushing]
Come here.
-[shushing] -I'm not yelling.
-[baby crying] -[shushing]
[crying stops]
We're so good at quiet sex.
[both chuckling]
[Erik] You'd better stay quiet.
-[Lidia groans] -[Erik] You like that?
[baby crying]
[Erik] Go to sleep!
[laughing]
Go get her. [chuckles]
That's my alarm.
Oh, shit, I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm coming.
[upbeat music playing]
Was that the last… When do you need it again?
Awesome. Thank you.
Okay.
[whispering]
Uh-huh. Okay, bye.
-What are you doing? -What?
That's Delfina's feeding schedule, girl, look.
You write the grocery list on toilet paper now too? Thank you.
No, fool, it's right here.
Okay, all right. Well, I gotta go.
I need you to remember to get diapers from Target
and get the store brand.
Diapers from Target. Cheap brand, got it.
My love? How are you gonna remember the diapers at Target
when your reminder is here at home?
Easy. After I make the coffee,
I feed Delfina and see the rubber band on the crib,
which will remind me today's the day I clip her nails.
The pink nail's gonna remind me to take out the trash before errands.
When I take out the trash,
I'm gonna see the doorknob and be like, "Pick up diapers at Target."
You're a damn fool.
I'm not a fool. I just have my way.
Aw, babe, it's a great way. It's a--
-[kisses] Don't be so… sensitive. -I'm just always so sensitive.
Okay, for real, I gotta go. I'm gonna be so late.
-[Erik] You didn't eat your breakfast. -I did. I had a bite, and I got so full.
Um, don't forget to send me pictures.
Pictures if she farts real cute or whatever. I got it.
-Be nice! I love you! -Get out of here.
-Okay, bye. Love you! Say it back! -[Erik] Love you.
[baby whimpers]
Your mom is crazy, you know that? Your mommy is so crazy. She is.
And I know you look so hungry, but look what we got right here for you.
Ready? Let's go!
So I have that presentation with the deans this--
-I know. You're gonna kill it. -[chuckles]
Yes, in order to kill it, I need to focus on the website rollout,
and I'm buried under paperwork.
-Totally makes sense. -Sarah. I really need help.
And to be honest with you, I need pump breaks.
I feel you. How can I support you as a woman of color in this?
As a woman of color, I would really like to hire a student worker,
just to offload some of the work so I can focus on nailing this presentation.
-Say no more, sis. One condition. -Mm-hm.
We don't have time to train anyone, so hire someone with admin experience.
Those student Google interns are great. Hire one of them.
-Awesome. Okay. -You know what. Before I go, there you go.
Susan, aren't you supposed to be in class?
["Me & U" playing]
♪ Baby whatever we doing ♪
♪ Look, that's between me and you ♪
[Erik] Jesus, hold your horses. It's coming.
-[baby wailing] -Yeah. All right.
How do I look?
I know it's not your mom's boobs, but it's gonna have to do.
[phone rings]
Who's this?
Hey, what's up, Pop? I know.
[Pop in Spanish] Did you see this news coverage?
I sure did. You knocked it out the park. Can I call you back?
[Pop in Spanish] But they made me sound so pathetic…
Like I'm some hopeless bum who needs help.
Well, you do need help, Pop. It ain't that bad.
[Pop in Spanish] Mijo, when are you coming back to say goodbye to the shop?
To eat one last taco.
Soon. Real soon.
-It's just… -[Pop] Okay.
It's not that easy with the baby and all, you know?
[Pop in Spanish] I understand.
I guess… just come when you can.
I will, Pop.
[somber music playing]
[phone rings]
[Lidia] Oh.
Damn it.
I will call you on my next break.
I promise.
[phone chimes]
-Jesus! -Holy shit!
[Lidia] Oh my God.
[woman] Oh my God. I'm so sorry.
Clearly, Mercury is still in retrograde.
Are you Diane?
Interviews make me nervous.
Hey, you're fine. Take a breath.
Interviews make me nervous too. Have a seat.
[woman] And we'll do, gentle, one last fold,
like so…
And… [gasps] Voilà.
Your baby is a tiny, little burrito.
I think my burrito has a little extra rice.
-Yeah, yes it does. -[whimpers]
Or Daddy just sucks at swaddling his gordita.
No, it looks great.
You definitely folded everything in the opposite direction,
but it still works.
So I did it wrong there?
No. You… You did it your own way.
-You made a choice. That's what matters. -[woman] Yes.
Remember there are no wrong choices, right?
There are only choices that are right for you.
I'm not used to not making wrong choices.
[scoffs] It feels nice.
[cries]
I'm so sorry, guys.
I'm just, like, so overwhelmed
with all this new baby responsibility.
I'm so, so tired.
It's like, basically only living off of Blue Bottle right now.
Listen, there is no shame in this space.
Whatever it takes to get you through this time, you do it.
Happy mommy, happy baby.
-Whatever it takes. -[all] Whatever it takes.
First of all, do not get me started on Bad Bunny's appropriating ass.
I know you think he's cute, whatever,
but give me Tego Calderón any day of the week, right?
Pero, I'm gonna take Bad Bunny Tuesdays and Thursdays
if he gets a little lonely.
-Oh, all right. Well, listen. -Too far, too fast? And too much?
You're a published writer. You volunteer at some dope Trans Rights spots.
-You're a first-gen student at Stanford. -Like you.
-But here's the thing-- -You're not gonna hire me.
I need someone with admin experience who can jump right in.
-I do have admin experience. -You do? Why isn't it on here?
[sighs]
Because I was fired.
Oh. Okay. What happened?
My white-cis-het boss
said I wasn't a good "culture fit."
Girl, you and I both know what that means.
Pero listen,
I already know assisting a boss like you is complicated,
but this is a student-worker job,
and I did get into Stanford, so I'm at least that smart.
-I can do it. -Okay.
Can you put it back on your resume? Don't put your old boss as a reference.
I might get it approved that way.
Ah!
Thank you. I promise you won't regret this. I promise. Thank you.
You know, this class is great.
[chuckles]
I just wish this munchkin's mommy could join us.
She'd love you guys. Girl… Women, women. Sorry.
Um, well, you know, we're really glad that you're here too.
And, um, so speaking of which, we kind of have a little surprise for you.
What?
Yeah, we thought it would be awkward for you to wear a "Mommy and Me" visor.
We wanted to make sure you didn't feel left out.
[Erik] Wha… Oh my gosh!
Thank you.
[chuckles]
I love it.
Let's give it up for our only daddy.
Yay, Enrique!
I finished this week's event proposals and housing complaints
and alphabetized them
respectively by org and last name.
Okay. Quick turnaround. Let me see.
Y color-coded también?
-She's a Stanford student. -Yeah, she is.
Would it be cool if I took a quick 15? I need some fresh air.
Yeah, go for it, sweetie.
-Thank you. -[Lidia] Yeah.
Lidia, have you seen Diane?
Yeah, um, yes. She was just taking a quick 15.
I asked her to pick up coffee an hour ago.
Oh, um, I'm so sorry. My bad. I told her to take her lunch break.
I'll text her right now to get you your coffee. Oh, thank you.
Diane, hey, where have you been?
I'm sorry.
My boyfriend and I just broke up.
I needed a beat.
Yeah, I'm so sorry. Break-ups are the worst.
-[sniffs] -That was supposed to be a quick 15.
-You took an hour. Sarah asked for coffee. -Oh, shit. I forgot the coffee.
Coffee-- She can't find the pot? She doesn't know how to make coffee?
-Shh. Please-- -[Diane] Please, I'm sad.
I totally understand. Keep it down, we are still in the workplace.
But you know what? Hold on.
I will go get the coffee, you take five minutes,
clean yourself up, come back ready to work.
-Okay? -You're so smart. Thank you so much.
I'ma take five, maybe ten, just because like I said I'm sad.
No, no, no, Diane. No, no. Five. You have five minutes. Come back in five.
I'll come back when I feel better. Okay, thank you.
What?
♪ You gotta rock to the rhythm with 'em ♪
♪ Got to give it to 'em Got to give a lot more than the minimum ♪
♪ Rock to the rhythm with 'em ♪
Girl…
Nuh-uh, sis. I ain't even on the clock no more.
Look at that, "Sarah." It's not yours, mama.
♪ Right, left, move when I break down ♪
♪ How I get down, make 'em all sit down ♪
♪ Either that Or have them hurrying to skip town ♪
♪ Feed your ears with… ♪
How do you know I look pretty? You can't even see me.
I look like what? I look beautiful.
♪ Got to give a lot more Than the minimum ♪
♪ Rock to the rhythm with 'em Got to give it to 'em ♪
Get up, girl. Come on. I cannot keep covering for you. Are you serious?
I'm up. I'm sorry.
My chem course is killing me,
but, like, your presentation materials are done, and they bangin', girl.
I promise you, you're gonna crush it.
Well, the presentation is at 3:00, okay?
I need you to set up that conference room because I need time so that I can pump.
Do you understand? I need time to pump.
-Can you handle that? -I got you, mama. Don't worry.
Okay. Good talk.
♪ Yeah, I wanna show you right now ♪
♪ Not too many people Can flow my style ♪
♪ Wanna hear my classics? Check my file ♪
♪ Got a million joints Catalog stretch a mile ♪
-Excuse me, do you know where Lidia is? -[gasps]
OMG. You're Erik and baby Delfina.
Yeah. Sorry, who are you?
Diane. Lidia's mentee. I mean, more like protégé, for real for real.
She's in back-to-back meetings today, papi. You didn't know?
No. Damn it. I didn't…
-Fuck. -[Diane] What? What's wrong?
I brought her a surprise lunch to pump her up for that presentation.
You know what, it's cool. It'll be a post-meeting snack.
Well, is there anything else I can do?
I don't know where the fuck I'm at. You know where the park is?
Absolutely, babe. I was actually just about to take a little quick 15.
-I'm gonna walk you there, okay? -Oh, great, dope. You lead the way.
-But don't be looking at my butt. -I'm sorry. What?
[upbeat music playing]
-So, did you go here too? -Me?
I'm a little smart, but not Stanford-smart like Lidia.
You gotta be pretty smart too, huh?
According to the powers-that-be.
-Yes. -Yeah. You fit right in.
[chuckles]
Fit right in?
Look around, baby.
This whole campus is one big culture shock mindfuck.
I don't think I'm ever gonna fit in here either.
Institutions like Stanford weren't built for us.
Hell, not even my family was built for me.
-Yeah? -Siéntate. Come on.
Are you the black sheep of your family?
'Cause my family expects me to do everything, then expects me to fuck it up.
Story of my life, honey.
Yeah?
[Lidia breathing heavily]
[inhales sharply]
[phone chimes]
Fuck.
And now we're in Palo Alto.
Doing our best,
and still fucking shit up from 400 miles away.
[sighs]
I deserve this. [sucks in breath]
-What you got? -Want a hit?
Oh, hell yeah.
-What? -[squeals]
You know what, no. I can't. The baby.
[gasps]
Oh, right, right.
But, like, what about if I hold baby Delfina, like, over there,
while you take a hit here, and then you come back and hold baby Delfina there,
while I take a hit here?
And that way no smoke ever gets in baby Delfina's face.
Yo, this is just… This sounds so responsible of us.
-Come on. It's so responsible. -[Erik] That's good.
[clicks tongue] I don't know.
Dah, fuck it, one hit, right?
So as you can see here, if we follow my timeline,
we'll have expanded the Student Life Center
for the entire undergrad student body,
um, with a series of webinars to roll out Spring 2023.
-Lidia. -[Lidia] Yes.
Hon, why don't you, um…?
I'm so sorry, you guys. New mom. I'll be right back. [chuckles]
Don't you hate when that happens, Jim? [chuckles]
Okay, so…
[phone rings]
-[Erik] Babe, guess who I just-- -Diane did not fucking show up.
The deans came, and I leaked all over like a fucking cow.
-[Erik coughs] You leaked-- What? -[Diane] Lemme talk to her.
-Erik, who are you with? -[Diane] Put me on speaker.
Hey, Queen. You want some tacos from Jiménez Taquería?
What is she doing there?
[Diane] We're chilling, babe. Smoking to calm the nerves before--
Shit. The meeting.
Are you… Are you both high right now?
[Diane] No, no. We only had one hit, I promise.
Diane, do not bother coming back today. I will talk to you tomorrow.
-Erik? -[Erik] Huh?
[crying] I am so disappointed in you.
Hey, hon. How you doing?
You know, I've been better, sis.
Listen, there is nothing to be embarrassed about.
That must have happened to me three times with all three of my kids.
How did you do it? With three kids, a marriage, a career?
Honey, I don't.
If it wasn't for our live-in nanny and my husband's cushy paid paternity leave,
I'd be divorced.
Paternity leave, got it. Yeah. [sniffs]
None of us are superwomen, okay?
We all could use a little help sometimes.
Do you need a spare blouse?
Thank you.
Good. Dry up those tears. Let's get back to work.
[door opens]
-Mira, mama, before you say anything-- -No.
Please, hear me out.
-I needed you today, Diane. -I know--
Stop talking!
I asked you for one thing
so that I can take the only ten minutes out of my day to pump.
That's it.
I vouched for you.
Why are you doing messy shit at Stanford?
Like smoking a joint with my baby's father and my baby?
I mean, like, messy is my brand, I don't do respectability politics--
I should be spending time with them.
But instead I am here covering for you,
and you fucked me over.
I thought… I thought we had an understanding, but you know what?
This is too much.
You're fired.
Let's just like take a quick 15.
Take a long 15.
HR knows it's your last day. I need you to pack your things and leave.
-Are you serious? -Please get out of my way, Diane. Please.
[scoffs]
Babe, that was my fault. I'm the grown-up.
Yeah, I know it was, but I can't fire you from being in our family.
But she works so hard, babe. She made one mistake.
She didn't make one mistake, Erik.
Diane's a fish, and… and… you're expecting her to climb a tree,
or however that Einstein quote goes.
Maybe, just maybe, you're…
You're not appreciating Diane for her own gifts.
I don't give a shit about fish or trees,
Erik. I… I just need someone
who can help make my life a little easier
so that I can actually have time to come home and spend with my baby.
Okay.
[somber music playing]
-I'm sorry. -Yeah.
Hey, I love you, babe.
Let's just go to bed, yeah?
[light button clicks]
[upbeat music playing]
♪ Life in the fast lane ♪
♪ Don't remember no last names ♪
-♪ Still cool with a few past flames ♪ -I forgive you.
♪ Never recanted or made vast claims ♪
♪ Magna cum laude R8 Coupe, plum Audi ♪
I hired her back.
She got high at work.
You were right, sis. She… She does not have admin experience.
I hear you, sis. But listen, diversity is a department directive.
I can't be the "Karen" that fired the Latina trans woman.
She works hard. Diane stays.
She got high. At work.
She gets one more shot.
Oh, there's one other thing. [chuckles]
-Racial sensitivity classes? -Mm-hm.
And…
-[unzips] -…unconscious bias training.
-That's bullshit. You're not racist. -Right?
I mean, a little elitist.
Eh.
Oh, seriously though, like…
when am I gonna find the time to take six hours of online training?
-Six hours? -[Lidia] I know.
Damn.
[sighs]
[cork pops, liquid pours]
We'll find it. Fuck.
-Six hours. -Six hours.
Baby, I can't. I'm breastfeeding.
Pump and dump, babe. Pump and dump. Here.
-Oh, thank you. -I'm making enchiladas.
What kind? Red or green?
No, actually. Don't answer that because that's probably racist.
Now I'm a racist, so… I have to be careful.
Know what? I'm gonna take the six-hour course for you.
No way. Really? Are you serious?
-Yes. -Oh… Thank you.
Mama, I just want you to feel safe to lean on me.
Hmm.
[woman] That completes 77 Steps to Becoming an Anti-Racist Advocate.
Okay.
-What's that, baby girl? Yeah. -[cooing]
Some people need 77 steps how not to be an asshole. Yeah.
But not you, no. Not you.
'Cause you're perfect… [kisses] …just the way you are. Yeah.
Let's go take you to bed. Come on, come on, come on.
Go quick.
All right, I'm gonna put you right here.
Daddy's gonna finish this test and see what we gotta do.
[dings]
You gotta be kidding me. Seriously?
-[oven alarm blares] -Oh, come on.
-All right. -[baby whimpers]
-Your session will time out in 20 seconds. -No, no, no, come on.
No, no, come on. No. Seventy-seven steps again?
-[washing machine buzzes] -Shit. Laundry.
Don't forget the recyc… Come on, recycling.
[baby crying]
No, no, no, shh. Shh. Go back to bed, baby. Please, please.
All right.
I'll put you here. Okay.
Goddammit. No!
[exhales sharply]
Okay.
You do what you got to do to get you through it, huh.
Happy daddy, happy baby.
[woman] Step one: acknowledge you're the problem.
-Shut up. You don't know my life. -[doorbell rings]
[sniffs]
[sighs]
-[grunts] -[door rattles]
No, no, no, no, no. What? Come on. Come on.
Shit…
[baby crying]
It's okay, baby. Daddy's an idiot, but Daddy's coming.
[softly] Oh, shit!
I knew this shit was gonna happen.
Just leave one unlocked.
Can we remember to do that? No. Couldn't remember.
[strains]
[grunts]
Shit.
[wailing]
[Erik] Yo, fool, you know what to do.
Come on. Come on.
[baby crying]
I got it.
Yo. I know I'm an idiot, but I love you. Come on.
Jesus, please, please, please.
There we go.
Oh my God. There we go. Yes.
[police siren wailing]
-Hey, Officer, shit. -[officer] Hands where I can see 'em.
No, I locked myself out.
No, I live here. I live here. My daughter's inside.
Hands where I can see them.
Can I go back inside? My daughter's inside--
Hands up!
[baby crying]
I need to get to my daughter! Look, I live here, man. Jesus Christ.
[officer] Stop moving.
Take the well-being of a child seriously.
That thing was unnecessary.
Hey, which one of them called you, huh?
Next time you get locked out, call the fire department, okay?
Oh, yeah, okay. It was probably that fucker right there.
[car starts]
-Can you believe this shit? -Stop. Please.
What?
Oh, let's blame me instead of the fucking racist neighbor. Fuck you!
[baby crying]
I don't love my baby's father being a pothead.
Oh, so now I'm a pothead?
[sighs] Oh my God.
All these tech bros here smoking weed, but I'm a pothead?
I'm a bad dad.
I don't see anyone calling the cops on them for trying to get into their house.
Because these tech bros use calendars,
not fucking rubber bands.
So… so it's the way I do things that's wrong.
My whole life… My whole life, everything, revolves around you and Delfina.
But I'm supposed to apologize for needing something for myself.
[sniffs]
-Know what? I learned something today. -Stop.
Unconscious bias. No, you're gonna listen to me.
It's when people form stereotypes of others outside their conscious awareness.
That's when it hit me. That's what it's like with you.
Sometimes, it's like I'm outside your conscious awareness.
-You see me the way the neighbors do. -[Lidia] God.
Like I'm a criminal. Like I'm a loser.
[Lidia] Wow.
That's how you see me? Me of all people?
[scoffs]
You must be fucking crazy.
Again. I'm wrong.
You're right. I'm wrong.
About my own goddamn experience. Fine.
[Lidia] Are you…
-[door closes] -Fucking predictable! Bye!
[somber music playing]
Diane?
Are you living in your car?
I, uh… lost my grants
after I dropped too many classes.
So I can't afford student housing.
Why are you dropping your coursework, Diane?
Well,
when you have severe panic attacks and depression,
like, it just makes it so hard to focus, you know.
And my fall allergies don't help.
You can't be living out of your car.
Do… You don't have any friends or family?
I just rely on myself.
-And my daddy. -Good, you have your parents here.
[chuckles] Lidia, my sugar daddy.
Oh.
I'm saving for an apartment off campus.
I almost have enough.
That's good.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that I messed things up.
I'm not built for desk jobs.
I really just needed the money.
No, it's… It's okay.
[exhales]
I know what it's like to adjust to all this shit
when you don't even fit in to begin with.
You have to keep proving…
you're smart enough,
you're capable enough to be here, you know,
and it's just… It's so hard.
[crying] I fucking know.
And I forget sometimes, you know, and…
That's why I'm so hard on people.
-People? -People.
Fish people.
You know, you expect a fish to climb a tree,
but it's a fish, you know, and you're a fish, and…
Why can't I just love a fish for being a fish? You know?
He's trying, in his own fishy way.
You know?
No, mama, you lost me.
But, look, it's fine because I'm allergic to fish anyway.
[laughs]
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