On My Block (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - Chapter Three - full transcript

Knew it.

Get out the way!

Attention, students.

One last reminder to buy your tickets
to tonight's Homecoming Dance.

A magical evening full of wonder,
excitement, and romance can be yours

for only 10.99.

Mark, was that you? Romance,
really? You want to encourage...

So, you going?

- Yeah. Do you...
- Do you...

- You go first.
- Do you need any underwear?

- What?
- Your mom's at Costco.



Um...

- I'm good.
- Okay.

Also, they ran out of
your gummy vitamins,

so your mom got you small,
easy to swallow pills. That cool?

- Okay.
- However,

this is not an opportunity
to get freaky.

Remember: if you're not responsible,
you'll end up with responsibility.

So, there will be no twerking,
yiking, getting crunk, lit, or turnt.

For all you ladies, dress appropriately.

Nobody wants to see
your lower butt cheeks.

Man, that's some bullshit!
Did you hear that?

Did you hear, no butt cheeks. You know
how many squats I do for these nalgas?

Come on, people, no butt cheeks?

And last but not least:
no ID, no entrance. No exceptions.



That's my cue. Got to roll.

Just a few more minutes.

I have a chem quiz.

How about later? Fifth period?

Can't miss trig. Sixth?

- I could sneak out for ten minutes.
- Hey, so, tonight, will you dance with me?

Of course. I'll dance with you.
And Ruby and Jamal... like always.

What about just me?

Like a slow dance?

No, no, no. Hm-mmm.

Not like a slow dance.

A slow dance.

- No, no slow dancing.
- Why?

- Because we've never done it before.
- So?

We've been doing a lot
we've never done before.

Friends don't slow dance. Especially
friends dodging rumors they've smashed.

Oh, come on, it's just a dance.

Slow dances aren't just dances.
They're statements.

Let's just talk later.

Sixth period?

Sure. We can talk...

about how slow we're gonna dance,
because it's going down.

Shit.

Olivia only sees me in a certain way.

To her, I'm "Inside
Ruby," the guy she's

forced to live with and
buy underwear for.

Tonight, I got to show her
that I can be "Outside Ruben,"

the guy who not only knows
how to make killer chilaquiles,

but can sexify a lady
on the dance floor.

Tonight, I will redefine
our relationship.

Awesome. Happy for you.

So, while you and Cesar are getting
sexified on the dance floor...

That's not what I'll be doing.

Whatever. I just wanna know
where I am in this situation.

- I don't know.
- Aha! Exactly!

Because you both always forget about me!

- We don't forget you.
- We ignore you.

- You gotta leave the cane at home.
- Not a cane. It's a pimp stick.

Even worse.

Hey, do I crap on your accessories? No.

Do I think necklaces
are tacky on dudes? Yes.

But I keep that to myself.

So you keep doing you
with that tacky chain,

and I'm gonna roll with my pimp stick
that I need for my foot injury.

That isn't real.

- Why you got to neg me?
- Relax.

No one's gonna neg
or forget you tonight,

'cause this ain't
eighth grade anymore, boys.

It's no "timid hands off."
It's all "confident hands on."

'Cause tonight, everyone's
gonna get loose and bump...

And grind.
High school dances are the worst.

Really? Dances in Houston are dope,

and great opps to meet dudes.

Take a look around.

Every hot prospect you see today
is gonna be sporting wood tonight.

It's not pretty. Or impressive.
Dances are basically sex fests.

- In a bad way?
- Yes. They can expose you.

- How?
- You can get roofied or pregnant.

And I'm not just talking
about getting it in on the dance floor,

which happens all the time.

I'm talking about slipping on something
suspect on the way to the bathroom,

and boom, you're immaculately concepted.

That's why you gotta have
protection on the ready.

One minute you're dancing
next to some rando girl,

the next, you're getting up
and into your new "girlfriend."

- Trying not to get the herp.
- Come on.

Hey, 39 percent of all cases come
from school-sanctioned events.

CDC doesn't lie.

Like I said, a relationship can be
made and redefined by one sexy jam.

You really think a slow dance
can redefine a relationship?

Where have you been?

Dances aren't about dancing.
They're about making statements.

- Positive statements.
- Like peeing every time you jump.

That's what happens after you get prego.
Even if you don't keep it.

Goodbye, romance. Hello, trauma.

Plus the DJ they hired
is some lame hipster from Silver Lake.

DJ Snigglebottoms!

He almost played Coachella,
so he's obviously fire.

I don't know, man. I just don't know
if one dance matters that much.

Okay. What about Sylvia and Jesus, huh?

They barely knew each other last year
before the fall dance.

Until he basically draped her.

- Draped?
- Dance raped. He was all over her.

- She was all over him. In a trance.
- Like a prisoner.

He marked her like a piece of property
so no other guy would touch her.

- Then she had no other option but to...
- ...fall in love.

Look at them.

They're so ride or die.

Stockholm syndrome.

Tonight could be a game changer.

And our own personal hell.

I'm wearing indigo tonight.

I thought we should claim colors
to avoid outfit clashes.

Indigo? Any objections?

Oh, and my pants have red pockets.

I know, it sounds weird, but it works.

What are the pockets for? Roofies?

So, what time should we meet?

Yeah, let's get that in the books.
The more specific, the better.

What are you guys thinking, like 8:00?
8:05? 8:10?

I'm gonna play it by ear.
I'm not sure I'm feeling it.

What? Why?

Not sure I'm in the mood
to be objectified.

If I want to see boners,
I'll just go online.

Didn't you hear Principal Sarge?
The dance is a no-bone zone.

Are you kidding?
Dances are cesspools of bad behavior.

I don't want to go.

Yeah, people get freaky,
but what's wrong with getting freaky?

I don't get it.

Explain it to us. Why
don't you wanna go?

You were pretty excited this morning.

That was before I remembered
how lame dances are.

And maybe we're just not in the mood.

Oh, is it your menses?

Her what?

- Her lady pond has runneth red.
- Lady pond?

- What? What am I saying wrong?
- Everything!

You guys don't understand
what it's like

to be a woman and
treated like an object.

- We have hearts!
- And minds.

So, take out any question
that we're going tonight.

The answer is no.

With a period,
'cause that's what it's actually called.

Olivia, let's go dine
in a less hostile environment.

You read my mind.

What just happened?

Hey! Why are you dodging me?

What you said at lunch really hit home.
I don't want to objectify you.

I was just...

I was just, like, talking
about women in general.

- Not me personally.
- You don't have to back down.

I'm not backing down.

You don't need to tell me
if I can or can't back down. I'm fine!

Okay, what if we skipped
the stupid dance?

My dad's on a long haul,
which means that...

Are you objectifying me?

I know what you're doing,
and it's not cute.

No, it's not.

I'm not just your boy toy, Monse.

Maybe it's a good thing
you're not going to the dance.

It is?

Maybe I can find a girl
who's interested in more than my body.

A girl who just likes to dance. Slow.

- We should go to the dance.
- What? Why?

Because we can't let him...
I mean, them win.

No way. We need to stand our ground.

Which is why
we can't sit at home. We have to go.

I'm totally confused.

We're falling prey
to the obvious argument,

which is that we have to sit out
to make a point.

But the point is, we go.
If we don't, they win.

Still confused. How are they winning?

By repressing us!

By staying home, it's like they're
putting us in emotional burkas,

giving us no choice.

I get it. We need to shed the burkas
and flaunt the boobs.

Yes! Our body, our choice.

- We have to go. And look sexy.
- But not for them, for us.

- So, I'm dressing for you.
- And I'm dressing for you.

- Once I figure out how to look sexy.
- It's a good thing you know me.

She doesn't know me!

I'm a feminist. I'm woke.
I never slut shame.

I even have a small collection
of Susan B. Anthony silver dollars.

So, if my girl's gonna stay home,
I gotta support her and stay home too.

So, you're gonna let
the girls' decision dictate yours?

- It's our first high school dance!
- There'll be other dances.

Besides, my parents and the twins
are out tonight,

so Olivia and I can kick it here

and Outside Ruben can make
an inside appearance.

I'm still part of this scenario, right?

If you really wanna be Outside Ruben,
you need to actually go outside

and show Olivia what she's missing.

I say this from experience.
Nothing drives a girl crazier

than knowing someone else
is out there waiting for you.

Trust me!

I don't know, man.
I think I should just stay home.

Good. You can help me
clean the bathroom.

The twins had an accident.

Although, it looks like
it was on purpose.

Uh... Sorry, Abuelita,
but I'm going to the dance.

Yes!

Um...

I got to take care of something
for Spooky. Meet you guys later.

Yeah, I should go, too.

What time do you want to meet
so you guys don't forget me?

For the last time,
that's not gonna happen.

Just come back in half an hour.

Or wait, I'm doing a charcoal mask,
better make it 45.

I should do a nose strip, too.
Okay, let's say an hour to be safe.

I'll be back in 50.

Hey.

I'm still going to the dance.

- I thought you had a right to know.
- Cool.

Also, I heard what you said
about objectification

and promise to respect you as a woman.

Awesome.

Would you like some help with that?
Not that you need it.

We both know you're the stronger gender.
I mean, you have to be for childbirth.

Not that you have to have children.
Fertility does not make a woman.

I would love some help, thanks,
but I'm heading over to Monse's.

Do you have time to carry it over?

Oh... No. I have to get ready.

- Then I'll see you there.
- Where, Monse's?

- The dance.
- You're going?

Yeah, we changed our minds.
We can do that.

I know. I'm woke.

You can't declare yourself woke.
Someone needs to tell you.

Thank you.
Now I'm woke about being woke.

This has been so enlightening.

Should we all go to the dance together?

I thought you had to get ready?

I'm a dude. I'm always ready.

Oh.

I look dumb.

Nah, you look more awkward
than devoid of intellect.

What? The dress looks great!
It's just, she looks awkward in it.

You know how some people are really good

at saying the right thing
at the right time?

Yeah.

You aren't one of those people.
Let me give you some pointers.

- You're so enlightening.
- I'm not suggesting...

- Just think.
- That's an excellent point.

- And then speak.
- I feel you. Makes so much sense.

Let's roll.

- Don't say anything stupid.
- I know.

I need a new outfit.

You know what would look good
with that top?

Heels.

Don't open that!

That's the only stuff
she has of her mom's.

It's sensitive, a sad story
that I can't get into.

Grabbed the wrong one.

I hate when that happens.

Okay, so her mom left when she was two,
and she's not over it.

- But don't ever bring it up unless she...
- All right.

- Which one should I wear?
- I think they all looked good on you.

Ruby?

No, I'm not falling for this again.

Oh, come on. You can't
leave her hanging.

You just have to be
honest and sensitive at the same time.

- It's really not that hard.
- Fine.

I think the one she's wearing now
nicely accentuates her figure.

You mean her boobs. Classy.

- I can't win!
- Neither can I. Screw this.

There's nothing different about this
dance than any I've gone to before.

Since I've worn jeans every other time,
I'm wearing jeans and my good hoodie.

If somebody doesn't like it,
they can suck a butt.

Hi.

I'm just... waiting for Ruby.

Do you smell something?

My Lady of Guadalupe.

I didn't know they came in scents.

...with a new piece
of information, and no...

You like to date the line?

What? No, no, no, no, no.

...authorities had their...

Oh, Dateline. Oh, yeah,
I'm all over that.

How the hell?

How can they just do that?

Don't be nervous.
I'll be your boner blocker.

- What's happening? What is it?
- Some bullshit is what it is!

They cancelled the dance
because of a fight.

Man, I mean, really?

Two putas got into it
in Life Skills yesterday,

but we still managed to make soufflés.
A fight ain't nothin'!

It wasn't just that.
Some fool pulled out a gun.

Who cares?

It took me forever to get ready.
I even shaved my chocha for this.

And it was a two-man job.

Hey, what's going on?

Dance got cancelled because of a gun.

I was actually really excited about it
and ready to dance.

- Too bad.
- Yeah, it is too bad, huh?

The night doesn't have to be
a total waste. My dad is still gone.

That is a great idea.

Yo, Monse's dad's out of town,
so party at Monse's!

Yeah! Monse!

You said you were ready to dance.

Oh, my God, why are the police
doing this to him? He's white!

Because he's poor.

I'd never, ever cheat or date her.

- How's your restless leg?
- Much better, thank you.

I'm glad.

Ooh. This is nice.

You know, it's hard to find
a kindred spirit who thinks like me.

Someone who knows that the real story
is always the story behind the story.

You know, like Steven Avery or Watergate

or RollerWorld.

RollerWorld?

- What do you know about RollerWorld?
- Nothing.

I know you know something.

I shouldn't have brought it up.

Every time I talk about it, somebody
tells me I'm stupid for believing

that there could be money buried
in the neighborhood.

The only people who are stupid

are the ones who believe
those two Santos

robbed that place for 50,000 dollars.

It wasn't 50,000?

- Two-fifty.
- No!

Sí. The Prophets were using RollerWorld
to wash the money.

The Santos didn't even know
what they were getting themselves into.

- "Wash the money"?
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, money laundering. Is that how
the war started between the gangs?

Every story behind a story
has a beginning.

- Then start there.
- Where?

The beginning!

She keeps talking and talking, but
that's the thing: she don't say nothing.

Telling us how to dress appropriately
for dances and stuff,

like, "Oh, your skirt can't be shorter
than your fingertips,"

which is mighty prejudicial to me
because I have long arms,

and she has short, stubby arms.
You know?

- Help me.
- Should we throw him a bone?

And get stuck in Jasmine's quicksand?
We'll never get out.

Okay. I'm getting another refill.
You want one?

Yeah.

Hey, play something lit.

On it.

Be right back.

I counted it three times.
Trust me, it's all there.

- I don't want any problems.
- I know. I don't want any either.

Where's that from?

- Ready for our dance?
- Are you crazy carrying that around?

- You're gonna get yourself killed.
- Don't worry about it.

Worry about this.

Oh.

Hey.

Hey! Perfect timing.

- Cesar, enough! I hate tickling.
- I'm sorry. I had to leave that room.

Jasmine was threatening
to show us her "two-man job."

- Seriously, I'll cover my eyes.
- No.

You're saving me.

We were just being stupid. Come here.

Thanks.

I definitely interrupted something.

Nope. Nothing.

Just so you know, I keep shit private.
I don't gossip.

I'm all about that lock and key.

No doubt.

But Monse and I are just friends.

Really? You guys seem
like you'd be together.

Monse's out of my league.

So, you've never, ever thought
of getting together?

No. Would never happen.

- Why?
- He's not safe.

That's hilarious.

Totally.

I'm gonna go grab a shot.

- Okay.
- Okay.

I know if I had that much cash,
I wouldn't bury it.

I'd buy the new Jordans
and probably a new metal detector.

And if there was anything left,
I'd invest in solar.

The Santos had to hide the money.

They were feeling the heat
from the Prophets and Feds.

So they hid it before they got arrested.

I guess they didn't know
they'd be killed in prison.

Hmm.

- Think they left the money with family?
- No.

Benito's family owned a smoke shop
that I used to... walk by.

And when it burned down,
they couldn't afford to rebuild.

What about the other guy, Frankie?

He was stupid, but nice.

I made a dress for his girlfriend once,
and he left me a good tip.

If...

If I go through my old receipts,
I could probably find her name.

- Why do that?
- Maybe it could lead to something.

No, don't worry about it.

If nobody's found the money by now,
it's not gonna be me.

Mijo.

Come here.

Ah.

Why not you?

Because it's one thing
to think about finding the money,

but what are the chances
I actually could?

Slim to none. So?

So I just don't see myself as someone
who could do something this...

Special?

If you don't try, it will haunt you
the rest of your life.

Somebody has to find that money.

Why can't it be you, Hamal?

- Jamal.
- Hamal...

every story behind a story
has a beginning.

What if this one was yours?

Ruby's not here, is he?

Where did Ruby go?

I'm here.

I'm here!

My breath is fading!

- Where am I?
- My house.

Oh, thank God.

She threatened to drag me to Pimp Lane.

That's when I passed out.

Please tell me nothing happened.

I'm all about consent.

That's very noble.

You deserve a dance.

Might be easier to
drink from the bottle.

You guys aren't going to make us
dance by ourselves, are you?

You heard her. It's now or never.

- Come here.
- No.

Why?

I'm not safe.