Vida

What's wrong with you? Our mother is dead.

Hi, I'm Eddy.

Oh, my fucking God. It's Johnny!

Because Eddy's good people and her wife just died.

- How long ago? - Full-on married?

Just two years.

Listen to this, Vidalia has left us the building,

but we have to split it three ways.

- With the wife? - Yeah, we have to sell it.

Hey, what the hell?

Get your cracker ass out of our neighborhood, all right?

Nobody wants you here!

Pinche gringo pendejo!

What the hell?

Lyn!

Lyn...

Good morning.

You know I don't do the whole co-sleeping in bed thing.

I freaked out with my bed by the window. I...

don't know who moved it back.

I guess they're not worried about drive-bys anymore.

It's awful Martha Stewart's awake.

I'm sure she's a lovely human,

but, like, do we have to deal with her?

Not... not for long.

I'm meeting with that developer to discuss options.

Do you think he, or they, or however that works,

do you think they'll want to buy the building?

I hope so.

Or... I mean, we can give up our inheritance

and save ourselves a headache, I mean, that's also an option.

Even that takes six months to probate.

What even is "probate"?

For a second when I woke up

I forgot why we were really here.

Are you coming with me?

I want to...

It's just that Juniper flew down to get his truck,

and I have to go meet him.

Heads-up, I might spend the night.

Oh, hey.

Buenos días!

- Good morning, Eddy. - Morning.

Something for your panza,

before you guys go out.

Los chilaquiles are a hundred percent vegan.

Chequeé online and everything just to make sure.

- That's so sweet. - Yeah.

I wish we had time to, like, properly...

Mm-hm.

But you know what? Uh...

A little bite won't, you know...

Oh, my God!

These are... beyond!

I want to make sure that you are aware

that I am looking at...

different options for the building,

including a potential sale.

That's where I'm heading right now.

Thank you, um, for...

all this.

Seriously, thank you.

- So good! - I'm sorry, but...

I don't wanna be that person, mala gente,

but... I didn't agree to sell nothing.

And...

if I'm correct, I do happen to own a third of it,

so I think maybe I get a say.

I think we can all sit down and talk about it

when Emma finds out

what's going on with everything, right?

Well, I'd know better what's going on

if I could see income ledgers, expenses,

tax returns?

Just to be better informed.

Do you think I could take a look at those?

Mm, your Ma is the one who kept the books.

I... would have to look for them.

I'll be so grateful if you did.

But I'm not selling,

no matter what the books say.

I could never do that to Vida.

Then I'll see you in court.

This is your girl, La Pinche Chinche,

bringing you the real, multilayered tragedy

of gentrification, mi gente.

This house, I knew the familia that lived there.

I went to school with two of the boys.

Pero now, because their landlord

was money-hungry for them Trump dollars,

they've been displaced to the Four Winds,

or to Norco,

but to a one bedroom for the five of them.

But you know what the real tragedia is?

That's the real tragedia,

that you've got neighborhood people.

And no shade, okay? Because I know

everybody's gotta eat and pay that rent,

but they're the ones that are nailing these nails

to these fucking coffins,

building these putos sideway fences!

Gentry-fences?

They make them for rich assholes that are colonizing our hood!

Qué onda, guüey?

I... I'm sorry if I fucked that up for you, Mari, I, uh...

I'm just really glad about what you say.

N-no, it's... it's fine.

Do you wanna finish it off?

It's... It's for my... my Vlog.

I'm doing one about these sideway fences.

I... I know your Vlog.

I'm subscribed.

You want me to do it?

What? Oh... oh, yeah!

Well, let's take it over here.

Mm.

You ready?

Yeah.

Mi gente,

these opportunistic putos, these corrupt city politicians

and these greedy ass developers

with their talks of inclusive planning process...

es puro talk.

It's meant to obliterate us!

To obliterate us!

So, what you gon' do about it?

Let me tell you.

We're gonna speak up

and we're gonna use our voices

to unapologetically protect what's ours,

by any means necessary.

You feel me?

Tlaloc out.

You don't have to use that if you don't want to.

No, I will.

It's...

It's what I was trying to say. It's great.

Right on.

Shit, look, I-I gotta get to school, I'm...

riding the bus these days, so...

I'll see you at Vigilante's?

Yeah, of course.

Firme.

One more, babe?

Yeah, baby.

Oh, fuck!

- Oh. - Hey, babe.

- Did you bring a plug? - No, f-fingers are good.

Wait, wait, wait!

Are you getting dressed already?

You expect me to stay half naked

while you break up with me?

I... I said a break.

I said I need to explore a break,

for both of us.

- Like I said. - Could you...?

Could we not make this, that, please?

I'm sorry that I'm making it that for you.

Come on, babe, this is already hard enough for me as it is.

Are you serious right now?

You know, this is not how I wanted this to...

Fuck!

The cylinder's like... jamming.

Yeah, I, look...

Hey! Babe...

I wanna be here for you.

If you need...

I don't know, if you need closure,

or something, I... I...

I wanna... You know, I don't wanna be that guy.

Here's closure for you.

You waited to dump me until after I ate your ass.

Whoa, wait!

That's so fucking shitty of you to leave me with.

- You'll be fine. - Wait! Uh...

- Lyn! - Yes?

That's your bag.

You fucking packed my bags?

Just the one.

Alright. Lyn, look,

I don't wanna be tacky and have to ask, but...

I'm sorry, baby. I mean...

Lyn.

Know this about yourself, Juniper.

You broke up with me two days after I buried my mother

and that will always be the truth about you.

Espíritu infinito,

ábrele el camino para que le llegue la ilumuminación.

Ábrele el camino. Ilumínala, Padre.

Ábrele los ojos...

Te tronaron.

What?

Que si tu gringo broke up with you.

Oh...

Va a estar un poquito bitter,

pero it'll calm you down.

M'ijita.

Yo te lo digo, he was not the one for you.

Yeah, you said that yesterday.

Y?