A Working Man

-Boss. This for you. -No, no, no. Come on.

I can't impose on your family.

No.

Yasmin, she made this just for you.

Jefe, please.

Take it.

Tell her thank you.

Yeah.

So, listen.

Today's gonna be hard.

We got inspections all day.

Forms to build, forms to break down

and deliveries all gettin' in our way.

We work hard today,

there'll be a bonus for ya.

And let's all go home

with the same amount of fingers that we came with.

All right.

Hermanos.

Have a good day. Let's get it.

-Morning, Jess. -Buenos dias, Levon.

-How you doing? -I'm good.

-Gracias. -Hey, Levon.

No one's been asking you for money today?

No.

-Why? -Because, apparently,

I am the only person in the family

who can do the vendor accounting.

Oh, excuse me!

Hey, I guess we're evil parents, babe, huh?

'Cause we make her work a couple hours.

Not today.

How about you get those disbursements done, huh?

We got a line of trucks out there that need paying.

You could pay me.

Pay you for what?

For 19 years of free rent,

and groceries, and high school,

college, makeup, karate classes?

-You want me to keep goin'? -Really? No. It's okay.

Levon, can you sign that, please?

-Dad? -What?

-Today is a total shitshow. -I know.

And you scheduled three things at once.

She's not wrong.

Hi, yeah. This is Garcia and Family Construction.

Yeah, you're speaking with Carla,

you've had me on hold for a bit now.

So, we're gettin' those deliveries today, right?

Yeah, I'll hold.

This is what I need for tonight.

That's insane. What is that? Is that for your wedding or something?

No, it's for tonight.

We finished the semester, so we're gonna celebrate.

I mean, you just finished one semester.

-Right. It's a big milestone. -Is it?

-Yes. -Is that a thing?

Look, it could be worse, okay?

-Look, I'm passing the hat. -Mm-hmm. Yeah.

-That gets us a party van. -Oh, my God.

Locks in a private room for dinner.

Just saving like crazy.

Yeah. I just need a card on file.

Mija, I can't. I don't...

Mija...

Okay, fine. I don't need it.

Just give her what she wants.

No, Mom, I can fight my own battles.

Oh, no, no, nobody's arguing that.

I mean, everybody needs a party bus, right?

After they finish one semester. Here.

Thank you.

Hey, Kate.

Excuse me.

He needs to get back to work.

Get the fuck out of here. It's not your business.

I'm good, boss.

All good. Five minutes.

Hey!

I was respectful.

You weren't.

Get outta here. Get up.

Don't come back.

-Vamonos. -Vamonos.

You okay?

How did you do that?

We need to get back to work.

This one. Over to the right.

-You got it. -Thanks, Kate.

Levon! Holy fuck!

Was that some military shit?

You didn't see anything.

If Dad knew, he'd shit bricks.

Can you teach me?

Look, my grandpa, he was a paratrooper.

Taught me how to break fingers,

track animals.

Break fingers?

Yeah.

Grandma made you tinga. Shredded chicken.

It's good.

And Grandma made you some handmade grandma tortillas.

Why is everyone always feeding me?

If we don't, you'll just eat canned tuna and peanut butter.

You didn't see anything, okay?

Snitches get stitches.

Just get my back if I ever need it.

Sure, Jenny.

See ya.

Love you, Daddy.

Love you, too, honey. Get in the truck.

What's the occasion?

No occasion.

Meredith's entertaining some friends.

Yeah.

I didn't realize today was your visitation.

You could let her stay.

Yeah, please, Doctor Roth, we don't have to do this.

You weren't there when her mother needed you

and you won't be there when Meredith needs you,

but I will.

Oh, I know.

You want to strike me.

It's your only answer.

Violence.

You're an unsafe parent.

You're a killer.

You can't pretend that you're not.

Excuse me, Doctor Roth.

Today's my day.

Why's your grandfather throwing a party on my day?

I'm super hungry. I didn't eat.

I was waiting for you.

You were?

Yeah.

Okay. Let's go.

-Here you go. -Thank you.

-Thank you. -Enjoy.

I don't need you buying stuff.

Come on. Open it.

It's Mama.

I took that picture

with a film camera my dad gave me.

Grandpa took all of Mama's pictures down.

Sometimes I forget what she looks like.

She looks like you.

Dad, can I tell you something?

Anything.

I'm mad at Mama.

For dying and leaving us.

It's okay.

I hurt, too.

Matt will see you now.

He's throwing parties for her during my visitation time.

Staring at me, laughing.

He's baiting you.

Hoping you throw a punch.

Nah.

Then he wins.

Opposing counsel

alleges you have untreated PTSD

and brain trauma from your military service,

making you at-risk for violence.

I served Britain, the country of my birth, for 22 years.

I'm the fuckin' bad guy for it?

It gets worse.

They're requesting supervised visits

and a reduction in visitation from two hours a week

to one hour every two.

I have to fight this.

I have ten grand saved up.

From sleeping in your truck?

Court won't be thrilled

by your lack of a fixed residence.

Hey, I'll figure it out.

Why does Doctor Roth hate you so much?

He thinks I killed his daughter.

Did you?

It was suicide.

I was overseas on a deployment.

She battled depression her whole life.

You've heard of attrition warfare?

Yeah. You grind the enemy down slowly.

This guy's got a team

of thousand-dollar-an-hour attorneys

who will bleed you dry

until you turn to dust and blow away.

The best we can do is negotiated surrender.

You have a daughter?

I got you guys a little somethin'.

Nina.

Jocelyn...

-Chantel. And Rubi. -Thanks, Mama.

Dude, these are insane!

Where'd you get these?

I have a cousin. Or seven.

Salud , bitches!

Thank you.

Shots.

Hey!