On My Block

Please take a drink. Hydrate.

Let me know if it's too strong.

- Is what too strong? - The poison.

I'm joking. I'm joking.

Poison doesn't have a taste.

Maurice, please, get my guests more water.

I was being mala.

We appreciate your sense of humor, but in all seriousness,

whatever your husband thinks we did, we can explain.

My husband?

B-- Boyfriend?

I answer to no one, let alone a man.

- I am Cuchillos-- - Cuchillos, heir to the Santos.

- So you're smarter than you look. - Cuchillos? As in, "knives"?

Don't look so scared.

I brought you here to thank you.

- For what? - For helping to take down the Prophet$.

We thought we might get a handful, but to wipe out the entire operation?

What a feat.

I thought, "Who are these kids?

How clever they must be, to find the RollerWorld money."

I'm gonna tell you a secret.

I was with Benito, Frankie, and Lil' Ricky that night.

- No! - Who do you think came up with the plan?

Lil' Ricky wasn't the mastermind?

I don't buy it. There was no trace of you in my investigation.

Of course not, and for good reason.

Because behind every good man

is a better woman.

So now, I need your help again.

If you were clever enough to find the RollerWorld money,

I know you can help me with something even more important,

and if you do, I'll give you back the dough.

Lil' Ricky is alive.

And you're gonna find him.

How do you know Lil' Ricky's alive?

There's a grave.

Do you really think that all graves have bodies,

or that all bodies have graves?

It's called female intuition.

I just feel that he's alive.

Always have.

- I just don't know where he is. - Maybe he doesn't want to be found.

I thought of that too...

but I don't care.

He was, is, the love of my life.

I need him to know, and now is the time.

This August is the 40th Hood Day for all Santos,

and he deserves to see all that we have achieved.

And you're gonna ensure he does.

Look, we want to help, but what if, at some point,

some of those Prophet$ are released and they connect me with the bad money?

- They're gonna be after us. - Cesar. Cesar. Cesar.

You're all safe from retribution.

There is... ...no threat.

So you can get started immediately, and you should.

- August is around the corner. - Hold on. I start my new school in July.

Great.

Then July it is.

Hammel, take the kids home.

- Lil' Ricky's alive? - And Hammel's a dirty cop.

When are we ever just gonna get to be teenagers?

Now. I'm out.

This is not my mess or my problem.

You can't disobey the orders of a gang boss.

Watch me. She ain't my boss, and I don't care about the money.

I'm not spending one more minute with you assholes

and worrying about some sociopath looking to get laid.

As far as I'm concerned, Cuchillos and all of you can suck a butt.

What are you talking about?

He has his reasons.

You don't need to know.

I am his wife!

Which is why you should support and not ask questions.

No. This is not just his house. This is our house.

I get to ask questions!

And you, where have you been? It's almost 11 o'clock!

And a school night.

I was kidnapped.

Go get some food and go to bed.

And you, you better start getting on my side,

because this old-school thinking has no place in my home.

Not when I pay the bills!

What are you doing in here?

Sleeping.

Yeah.

Me too.

Yeah.

How could you not give us a heads-up?

Yo, chill, Jamal.

She's his boss. He probably was under orders not to.

I knew she wanted to see you, but she didn't give me any details why.

She said Lil' Ricky's still alive? He's been dead for decades.

I don't think she would've told us he was alive if he wasn't.

I don't think you know what she would or wouldn't say.

- 'Cause that bitch be bonkers? - I wouldn't say that about her.

She's not someone to disrespect.

But there is one way to find out if she means what she says.

- Let's see if Lil' Ricky's really dead. - What are you suggesting?

We dig up his grave.

- That's exactly what I was thinking. - Come on. It was?

Yup! I have the perfect bag for this, kind of.

I don't really have a body exhumation bag, but my zombie apocalypse bag

could be augmented to be in the same wheelhouse.

Give me an hour. I'll be right back.

Hey, she didn't tell you...

did she?

Put that shovel down, son.

You are not going to dig another hole, especially when you're still in one.

You never paid off the money to the coach for the damage that you did on that field,

but your debt has been wiped away.

Fantastic!

With my checkbook!

I was going to let it slide, but now that I see you back to digging--

I'm just...

helping Cesar with some yard work.

You gonna pay me back.

Son, I'm concerned that you have a disorder,

a compulsion for digging that you can't control.

And perhaps you'd stop digging outside

if you start digging inside

and figure out why you can't stop.

Dad...

I can't stop because my life might be on the line.

I dug those holes to find the RollerWorld money, and I found it,

laundered it,

and then lost it trying to save Cesar and bring down the Prophet$.

And now, some scary, sexy old lady with a knife fetish

wants us to find some veterano who supposedly died 30 years ago.

And to make sure he's not still dead, we're digging up his grave.

I believe you.

I believe that you believe what you're saying,

but RollerWorld's a myth.

There's no knife lady, and Bigfoot is a fairy tale!

I didn't say anything about Bigfoot!

But what is real is the debt,

and you're gonna pay it off by putting in time at the joint.

You better get some sleep, 'cause first thing in the morning

we're gonna talk about your new work schedule.

And just like that shovel,

it's gonna be heavy.

Okay, but are you sure we're too late?

I'm sure. When I paid tuition for the fall,

we turned down the last spot in the summer session

because you said you wanted to spend the summer with friends.

What's changed?

Nothing.Everything.

I'm just ready to go. Now. Wait.

Wait. What if we just take a vacation?

Or if that's too expensive, what if I ride along with you all summer?

When's the last time we did that? Wouldn't that be fun?

You hate road trips. What's goin' on?

Nothing's going on, Dad. I just want to--

Monse, you okay? What-- What's up?

I'm fine. I just suddenly feel a little queasy.

Queasy?

No, I think I left the water running in the bathroom,

so I'm going to call you back, okay? Bye.

Going somewhere?

No.

But you were trying to, like I knew you would.

- How? - Female intuition.

But you know, I can't have you going anywhere,

'cause those boys can't get the job done without you.

Just like my boys couldn't get the job done without me, but you knew that.

And you also know there are consequences to refusing to help someone like me...

right?

No, no, no, mamacita.

I'm not suggesting I'm going to hurt you.

No.

No.

But I am suggesting I will hurt your dad.

Why are you up?

Go back to bed, mijo.

I can't.

Dad's snoring too loud.

- Why is Dad even sleeping in my room? - It doesn't concern you.

Well, I'm concerned.

You guys have never slept apart. Should I be worried?

When you pay the bills, you can start asking questions.

Technically, I do pay the bills since I'm the one who set up your autopay.

Mom?

Are you guys having money problems?

Thanks for letting me sleep here and staying with me.

Jamal and Spooky don't need me, so it's cool.

Nothing's gonna happen.

I got you.

Will you hold me?

I thought we were done.

We are.

Wow!

Your hole has gotten big!

We should be seein' casket by now, right?

Or maybe not.

Maybe you guys got the graveyard shift for nothing.

Shit!

Spooky!

What's the ETA on the body?

Now.

It's done.