On My Block (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 7 - Chapter Seven - full transcript

Ruby becomes obsessed with planning the perfect Quinceañera for Olivia, while Jamal finds an oddball ally in his quest to solve the RollerWorld riddle.

This weekend, but I thought
he was with them. I don't know.

I don't know.

- Thank you.
- I don't know.

Wait, where's Mario? I
was hoping to see him.

He went with his new
bougie girlfriend to Nevada.

- Instead of coming home?
- He's in the bone zone.

- True.
- True.

- Can you pass the tres leches?
- Oh, okay.

My mom makes the best tres
leches for my birthday.

Guess not this year.

Don't say that. Maybe your folks
will be home before your birthday.



In a week? I don't think so.

Wait, your quince is in a week?

And you didn't tell us?

Mom, Dad, Olivia's quince is in a week!

It's not a big deal.

What?

- Mija, is that true?
- Mm-hmm.

Olivia, don't worry about a thing.

I'm gonna get my shifts covered at work

and we'll do it here next Saturday.

Oh, my God!

Olivia's having a chupacabra!

Oh, my God.

No, roses.



Picture it! Roses.

And we use basic patterns...

- Hey, why'd you disappear?
- I just needed to get some air.

You okay?

Can you do that girlie thing
where you get soft and supportive?

- I do that?
- No.

But can you?

You don't have to do this.

We're not doing
anything. This is for me.

And me.

Don't know why, but we
both felt the need to hug.

I can't believe I'm about to have
my first birthday without my parents

and it's my quince.

It's so ironic. I mean,
since I was able to walk,

my mother has driven me crazy
talking about my quinceañera.

Trying recipes, cutting
magazines, making playlists.

And my dad,

practicing our waltz so
he'd have it down on the day.

He's been practicing for years.

Years!

- That's a lot of dancing.
- Yeah.

And he has no rhythm. Like none.

So, my feet are all shredded, all
in the name of my mother's obsession,

which I used to pray would stop.

But now that it has...

I miss it.

- What's going on?
- Nothing.

You just totally and
completely devastated Olivia

by suggesting she have a quince.

What's new with RollerWorld?

Ha! Nothing.

Nada.

- I hit a dead end.
- What do you mean a dead end?

Like a literal dead one.
Like Lil' Ricky is dead.

After the football game, I
followed Oscar's lead to an address.

And it took me to a graveyard
where I found Lil' Ricky's grave.

He died in 1982, 19
months after the heist.

But how? Why?

Did the Prophets disembowel
him through his throat?

Seriously, woman, we're
psychically linked.

Those exact same
questions crossed my mind,

which is why I had to go deep.

I had to go where I never
thought I'd need to go.

Oh, dear. Jamal, where'd you go?

The library.

That night I pulled an all-nighter

doing some serious
fishing with the fiche.

- How do you fish with fish?
- It's microfiche.

- Micro what?
- Micro nothing.

There was no evidence
of Ricky's passing.

No obit.

So, that's it.

The end. El Fin.

Aren't those little homies funny?

Gnomies.

Gnomies!

Yes. Anyways,

Ricky is dead and so are our leads.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

We have a lead.

Go here.

Whoever is paying for the
flowers on the grave knew Ricky

and may know RollerWorld.

Beep. Beep.

Beep. Beep.

Beep.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean
to rub salt on the wound.

It's not your fault.

I haven't seen my parents in months
and I've barely talked to them.

It's just a nightmare situation.

Which is why you should have a party!

Ruby, she doesn't want to celebrate.

- Are you even listening?
- I am.

And what I'm hearing is how
important this party is to her mom.

- I can't do it without her.
- But that's why you have to.

You're not betraying your mom to
have a quince if she's not here,

but you would be betraying her

to not have one because she's not here.

Not after all her planning.

I never thought of it that way.

Because I'm good at
making people understand

the right side of an argument.

- Or annoying them into submission.
- So...

Do you have any ideas
about what you want?

Everyone, please open your e-devices

and find the e-mail I
sent titled "Winning".

Find it? Good.

Because after copious hours of searching

through Olivia's quincespirations,

I've compiled the best
ideas on a Pinterest page

on the link below her headshot.

Where's Olivia?

The princesa doesn't need to
be bothered with the details.

Now, anyone else have a
dumb question? Huh? Good.

And before we really get
going, I'd like to remind you

that we're not just friends and family,

we're damas and chambelanes
in Olivia's court de honor,

which means being
honorable and dedicated.

So, take a look at our mandatory
rehearsal schedule and...

Excuse me. I need to take this.

Ruby's Fancy Festivities.

What do you mean?

- Think that's your mom?
- Yeah.

Just do it.

Laura Diaz?

I couldn't use my real name.
I don't want to scare her off.

You know, the more I think about
this, the more I realize this is dumb.

No way is my mom some rich lady
living ten miles away from here.

I shouldn't do this.

ADD FRIEND
- PENDING

- What did you do?
- What you needed to.

But I don't know if I want
to know what I don't know.

- Then undo it. Unfriend her.
- Wait, no.

But what if she's online
right now and sees it?

Unfriending would be offensive.

And I might be ready to friend
her later. She'll think that...

Yeah, yeah. I'll take
my business elsewhere.

I'm back. Sorry.

Apparently ordering
a goat-drawn carriage

is more complicated than I thought.

Who knew there was a goat
wranglers union? I kid you not.

- Pun intended.
- Whatever, man.

So, we're gonna need
to rethink the carriage,

which I'll get to in a moment,

unless...

You all think the twins can pull it?

No.

Fine. Moving on.

The following are individual
responsibilities...

- I'll handle music.
- Great minds think alike, compa.

Monse, given your expert penmanship,
you're gonna do invitations.

- No.
- Use cardstock.

Jamal, you can cater. And
by you, I mean your dad.

- How many people?
- Well...

there's us, and then the block, and...

- Three hundred.
- Three hundred people!?

You're right. Better make it 350.

Jamal will do the flowers.
I will do the food.

What do I know about flowers?

Nothing, which is why you
need to go to Mr. Greenthumb.

Mr. Greenthumb... will help you.

Oh, Mr. Greenthumb.

Uh...

I saw the flowers you
did at the cemetery.

I can't remember the
name of the dead guy.

Someone named Nicky or Dicky...

- Ricky.
- Right.

Ricky.

Loved the plot, man.

Okay. So, uh...

I need some flowers for a quinceañera.

I was thinking something in the vein
of Ricky's grave, but for a party.

How much did those clients pay?

You probably don't remember. No biggie.

Could you just pass along
their info and I'll ask them?

No.

No?

Ricky was my cousin.

- What do you have?
- Nothing.

It's just a flashlight pen.
But take it, it's yours.

Oh, for the flowers.

Fifty bucks.

Sounds like three bins of baby's breath.

This is for a Quinceañera,
not a rustic hipster wedding.

Screw hipsters.

All they ever buy is succulents.

- Fifty dollars don't look good, homie.
- I know. I'm sorry.

Wasn't talking to you.

You crochet?

Bake?

Tickle?

Julio thinks we could trade with sweat.

You lift for me,

I arrange for you.

- Lift what?
- Everything.

Me and Julio got into it.

His old lady, Juanita, left him.

He blamed it on me.

Thought we had a thing going on,

but we didn't.

She wasn't a ride or die.

Right, homie?

- Yeah...
- Wasn't talking to you.

So, um...

I'm in for the work for flowers trade.

When should I start?

You already have.

So, he's a little eccentric.

He's not eccentric, he's a quincecabra.

Monse, you're consistently
failing with your face.

See what I'm doing? It's body.

Uh-huh.
Uh-huh.

Then face.

If people are looking at your face,
they can't tell how much you suck.

- Sorry I'm late.
- Silencio!

No one wants to hear your
excuses. Look at Cesar.

Or don't. The point is,

he takes time in life and death
situations to be prompt and you don't.

Everybody, again, from the top.

It's a square, people. It's a square.

Turn.

And down. And one, and
two, and three, and...

Guys!

No. No.

You're not even trying.

Ruby, you're a natural, we're not.

- We need an easier routine.
- Or no routine.

Nonsense! You just need some practice.

And I have some backup.

- She should be here any minute.
- Who?

The talent, bitches. Hey!

♪ Yo, drop that track ♪

♪ Oh, my goodness ♪

- Ow!
- And that's just a taste.

Yeah, I got you shook.

You see, I'm like a Tootsie Pop.

You got to keep licking
to get to the surprise.

- Is that my dress?
- Nope.

Maybe. Yeah.

Don't get worked up. It's just on loan.

But now there's a big hole in the back.

Yeah, where you stabbed me in
that "Everybody kill Jasmine" game.

I shouldn't even be here right now,

- but I have a heart.
- Heart.

Plus it's your quince

and I don't wanna regret
not being one of your damas

when we live together in our twenties.

Now let's get to work.

Music to my ears.

Everybody, grab your partners.

Olivia and Cesar, Jamal
and Monse, me and Jasmine.

That's music to my ears.

On second thought, better
pair the good with the bad.

You go work with Jamal.

- Monse!
- Hi.

Oh.

Don't give me that look.

- But you said I needed better face.
- Yeah...

but not the kind that
makes you look ugly.

Better face, not bitter face.

I'm gonna shut up right now
and silently hate on you.

Okay. Just don't look at
your feet while you do it.

Head up, shoulders back.

He tripped because he's
looking at his feet.

So ironic.

Actually, it's not ironic.
It's counterintuitive.

Irony would be the fact we're
dancing with each other and not them.

They look really good together.

Yeah. And what was I thinking? Girls
like that don't go for guys like me.

- Why not?
- Same reason guys like Cesar

don't go for girls like you.

No one is into this
quince, including me.

I need you to talk to Ruby.

And say what?

That I want to call it off.

No way! You do it.

I can't. I've already broken his
heart once. I can't do it again.

But you can.

Please, as my dama.

If we're calling off your
quince, I'm not your dama anymore.

You are until it's over.

Here he comes. Oh.

- Ruby, I need to talk to you.
- Oh, me too.

You think your dad's
18-wheeler could hold a horse?

- Why?
- Well, I found a dancing horse in Barstow,

but I need to provide its transpo

to and from the party.

That's it. Ruby, you've
become a total quincecabra.

- A what?
- A monster!

You're too wrapped up in this
party and driving us all crazy

and potentially shortening our lives

with all this unnecessary
anxiety. And...

And this is about Cesar.

I saw the way you looked at him
when he was dancing with Olivia.

It's classic transference. You're
mad at him, so you take it out on me.

I'm not mad at Cesar.

There it is again.

"I." "I" this and "I" that.
Monse, this isn't about you.

It's about Olivia.

You got to put jealousy
aside and stop being selfish.

It's not a good look on you.

Oh, and I'm still gonna need
you to get that 18-wheeler.

So?

Ruby's getting you a horse.

All right. So, what's next?

Should I rearrange the sundials?

They won't sell if
people can't see them.

Don't touch those things.
They belong to Ricky.

Take a break. Julio
thinks you're dehydrated.

You like puzzles?

Sure. Who doesn't?

Riddles?

Scavenger hunts?

- Ever seen Goonies?
- I am Goonies.

Goonies would have been
Ricky's favorite movie,

but he died before it came out.

- You must've really loved your cousin.
- He was cool.

He helped me start this place,

put in his own money,
even got his hands dirty.

But he was a terrible rapper.

Nobody could even tell
him how bad he was.

He once rhymed "hair" with "hair."

Do you remember how Lil'
Ricky was with finances?

Like did he ever suddenly
come into a lot of money?

And if so, did he hide it?

Like under a mattress
or in someone's backyard?

You're the one.

The one what?

The one who's going to
find the RollerWorld money.

You know about RollerWorld?

- Was Ricky involved?
- I didn't say that...

but I didn't not say that.

Come back tonight and I
will tell you everything.

- Why not now?
- Too many ears.

I only trust Julio.

What time?

I don't know. 7:00?

Not you.

7:43. Bring dinner.

Thai food, pizza, donuts, pastrami.

Where am I gonna get all that?

Mother Phuket.

Unacceptable!

- What's up?
- Jamal just late-cancelled practice.

He's fired.

- We need a replacement.
- Oh, I can dance both parts!

- We can't replace Jamal.
- I don't know anyone else.

Well, consider this an
opportunity to make new friends.

Thank you.

- You avail Saturday for a quince?
- Ruby!

What? He's the right height.

I'm sorry. The ladies have no vision.

- Okay, let's dive in.
- Yes!

Not... Not the food!

Let's dive into the agenda.

Food is for inspiration.
Food is for closers.

Okay, I'll start.

So it turns out the dancing
horse doesn't actually dance.

I can dance that part too.

What? I don't see
anyone else stepping up!

Cesar, what do you think about
riding bareback with a sword?

Where am I gonna get a sword?

- Agh, do I have to do everything myself?
- No!

What's the problem, princesa?

You! You're the problem.

Take dinner. We're adjourned.

But you haven't earned it yet!

Enough!

A quince is supposed to be a
celebration, but now it's a chore.

Nobody wants to do
this, least of all me.

It's cancelled.

- The quince is off.
- Wha...

See you at school tomorrow.

Chivo?

Julio?

Jesus Christ.

Do you always sit like this for dinner?

Sit like what?

Where can I sit?

Kick it by the cacti.

While you're at it, re-pot them.

They look depressed.

RollerWorld and some
food when you're done.

Yeah?

I'm sorry. I guess I
got a little out of hand.

A little?

You ordered an ice
luge to serve horchata.

What can I say, I'm passionate.

And obsessive, controlling, overbearing.

I wanted to help with your heartbreak.

I'm not good at sitting with
feelings. I gotta work it out.

So when people say
sleep on it, I never do.

I may nap on it, but I never sleep.

I get right to the problem and fix it,

but in this case, it can't be fixed.

And I'm sorry.

I didn't respect that maybe you
just wanted to sit with things.

I need to learn to let people do that.

I'll be better next time.

I promise.

Good night.

Ruby.

What is that?

I know, it's too much.

I'm taking it down.

I just thought it would've been nice

to add a bit of your
hometown to the party.

It was to take pictures in front of.

Oh, my God, this is...

You know not everyone
wears cowboy boots in Texas.

I took liberties.

Are those little Frito pies?

Yes.

- It's amazing.
- Really?

Wait, that's not even the
best part. Close your eyes.

Now, imagine you're at the party

and you stroll over
to take pictures and...

Open your eyes.

Is it freaking you out? I
mean, do they look too real?

You printed cut-outs of my parents?

I thought it'd be nice for
them to make an appearance.

This is the best worst
shit I've ever seen.

- Really?
- Yes, really.

The quince is back on.

Damn it. We lost half a day.
We're gonna have to double time it.

Ruby's not crazy.

The dude ordered a horse. A horse.

What does Laura Diaz think?

But seriously, did Laura
ever get a response?

Her friend request was accepted.

Holy shit!

Well, what'd you find out?

- I haven't started digging yet.
- Let's do it now!

Mm, I don't know.

I'm too nervous.

Feels like something I should
do on my own in case I...

In case what?

I can't handle what I find.

Okay. But you know I'm
here for you, right?

I'm still your friend.

I know.

Oh, so get this. Remember how
I told you she's an author?

- Mm-hmm.
- Well, I read one of her books.

And it's about a teenager
who travels back in time

and her past self is trying to kill her.

So, she's literally
running from her past.

Yes! Thank you. Isn't that insane?

- It all seems to be adding up.
- Or I'm just reading into it.

- I can't do this.
- What?

Pretend we're just friends.

I can't stop thinking about you.

- About us.
- Please don't, Cesar.

- I can't help it.
- You're with Olivia.

And the fam is happy.

But I'm not.

I think about you all the time.

Do you ever think about me?

All the time.

Hey, yo.

Hey, yo.

Hey, what's good with you,
ma? You're looking good.

Let me get that ass at Pimp Lane.

Yo, Monse, why you still hanging
out with these broke-ass Santos?

Oh, you spent time in juvie,
now you think you're balling?

Yeah, where do you think I knocked
off a bunch of your punk ass homies?

Ask about me. Go ahead.

Hey! Hey! Let's just go!

Screw the Santos and your dead homies.

You know what side you on?
This is our block, feel me?

They call me Lil' Spooky.
I'll blast on your ass.

- Please, Cesar.
- I don't care what side I'm on.

You're lucky your bitch is here.

'Cause when I catch
you slippin' next time,

I'm gonna put a hole in you.

All potted and perky.

Let's grub.

Oh, no. Julio started eating without us.

The food... it's all gone.

That's not cool, homie.

He's got that low blood sugar.

That bitch ain't hypoglycemic!

You know how I know? Huh?

'Cause he's a stupid
inanimate object made in China!

Or Malaysia. Or Jacksonville, Florida.

I can't believe I fell for this.

Your crazy ass has been
playing me this whole time.

And you thought, "Oh... I bet
he can clean my entire place."

Screw you!

And screw Julio!

Julio thinks it's actually
you who is playing me.

You just want to know about the money.

- Julio, did you just say that?
- He did.

Oh, no. Put Julio down!

He says he doesn't like
to be held that way.

- He's got the vertigo.
- You tell Julio to shut his mouth!

And then tell me what you
know about RollerWorld.

- Tell me or Julio gets curbed.
- Put Julio down, please.

Then talk.

- Is there money buried in the neighborhood?
- Yes.

- How do you know?
- Because I know who buried it.

- Was it Ricky?
- Put down Julio.

- Did Ricky bury the money?
- I don't know.

Yes! Yes! Ricky buried the money.

- How do you know?
- Because Ricky told me.

Ricky never lied to me.

- He protected me when nobody else would.
- So where's the money?

With Julio. The key to the
money lies within Julio.

Julio?

- Within Julio?
- Yes!

Screw Julio!

Can Julio fly?

What?

- Let's find out.
- No!

- Hey.
- Jamal, shit just got real.

Latrelle rolled up on Cesar.
We have to get him out of town.

It's the only way to keep him safe.

And we need money, a
lot of money to do it.

Do you really think RollerWorld's real?

I know it is.