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BILL:
Sheriff Hollister.

Still gettin' used to
the sound of that.

LONDON: Sheriff Hollister
pushes the boundaries

and may make him
unfit for office.

This isn't
a political statement.

But I'm canceling
this operation.

You can't do this, Bill.

The federal grants
we'll lose, millions!

Not while I'm sheriff.

[gunshot]

He's gone.

WOMAN: Deputy Luna ended
his watch at 1743 hours.

- MINNICK: Excuses.
- Excuse me?

The reason you're here right now

is because you weren't
present then.

It's about those kids.

Thrown into a system
with no way out.

Camilla asked about her father.

-You wanna try
talking to her?
-Yeah.

We all get to go home
to our families tonight.

Let's do that every single day.

For each other and for Luna.

["Cumbia" by Gawvi playing]

♪ Mi amor, quiero presentarte
a mi amigo ♪

♪ El es un poquito loco...

- [laughs]
- Yeah!

This is for la sorpresa?

Nope. Father/daughter.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

It's supposed to be a waltz.

Not anymore.

What? I'm serious.

- Whoo!
- [both laugh]

- [turns volume down]
- Maggie...

- [sighs]
- Come on.

This is your quinceañera.

This is your father
we're talking about.

Sheriff Bill Hollister.

Yeah, it's my quinceañera.

And since I didn't even wanna
do any of this to begin with,

he can just deal with it.

Well, you're definitely
your father's daughter,

I can tell you that.

You know, and as much as
you keep complaining about it,

it's an important part
of our heritage.

I know. I know.

I loved mine.

And it's a great party.

And we're so far behind
on planning it.

We only have a couple of months

to get the caterer,
and the, and the guest list.

So, please just keep it easy
for your gringodad

and choose something
a little more...

Lame?

I was gonna say "classic."

- [turns volume up]
- He's gonna love it.

Fine.

I just wanna be there
when you tell him,

'cause I wanna see his face!

[laughs]

BILL: You ready
for a new assignment?

Yes, sir, it's been three weeks.

I'm not doing anybody any good
sittin' at home.

BILL: I understand.

And I know how much
Luna meant to you.

So if you wanna slow down,

I can always find you
something in the courts.

I didn't join the department
to be a bailiff.

Says here you're having
trouble sleeping.

Increased general anxiety.

Sounds like me.

Look, I beat my share of tests.

I don't need a doc's opinion,
only yours.

Are you okay?

Everyone's carrying something.

BILL: All right, then.

JOSEPH: I wanna be back
on the streets.

I can make a difference there.

You know, balance out
the scales a little bit...

for my people.

They won't look at you the same.

Not with that badge
on your chest.

JOSEPH: Some will.

But I knew that signing up.

BILL: Let's see.

I'm assigning you
back on patrol.

Lennox Station.

I'm ready to put
all this behind me.

BILL: It'll never be
behind you, Deputy.

That's...
It's a part of you now.

Forever.

People make mistakes

of trying to get over things.

Never works.

Now how would you feel about
taking on a new trainee?

Who you got in mind?

Yeah, I'm pretty sure
she hates me.

BILL:
Look at it this way, Deputy.

He's yours to mold.

But if he doesn't have it,
you can tell me.

Did you read my brief
on the county supervisors
last night?

- I skimmed it.
- That's a no.

Okay, they like words
like "accountability,"

"synergy," "open dialogue,"
and "next steps."

Well, I don't speak bureaucracy.

Good afternoon,
Sheriff Hollister.

Do you know
what oversight means?

BILL:
Well, I guess it means

you have ideas about
how I run this department.

You have to remember,

we were actually elected
by the people of Los Angeles.

And I was sworn to protect them,

which is what I intend to do

with the 86 and a half days
I have left.

Of course,
we all want those days

to be meaningful and productive.

I look forward to
an open dialogue, councilman.

COUNCILMAN 1:
Glad to hear that, Sheriff.

Why don't we start
with this task force

on human trafficking
that you've proposed?

Oh, that's not a proposal.

COUNCILMAN 2:
Well, since you called off

the last joint operation
with ICE,

our federal grant
has been revoked.

I don't think we have the money
for this kind of operation.

Well, is that right?

COUNCILMAN 1:
We'll need time to review this.

All right.

Well, you got about
three, two, one.

♪

Go to the right.

OFFICER: Clear.

[gunfire]

[gun cocks]

[dog barks]

[gunfire]

♪

Hands where I can see 'em!

We got two more in here.

Detain these two.

House is secure.
We're heading out back.

Stop! Sheriff! Stop!

Don't make me run, jackass.

[groans]

♪

[chain rattling]

- [woman screams]
- Guns down.

Guns down. Guns down.

Esta bien.

Hey, guys.

Take 'em along the side
of the house out front.

Ven afuera.
Ven afuera, por favor.

♪

[theme music playing]

[helicopter hovering]

[indistinct
police radio chatter]

They're undocumented.

What don't you understand
about that?

They're victims, and witnesses.

We need to interview 'em.

Sorry, but it looks like y'all
are going home empty-handed.

CARTER: Deputy Ward, sir.

Need you over here.

Chin up, now.

Tomorrow's a new day.

[dog barking]

She, uh, won't say a word to me.

Only wants to talk to you.

I got this.

Sheriff Hollister.

I've heard of him.

I need to talk to Bill.

[indistinct
police radio chatter]

BILL: Feds sticking
with the program?

Ah, deep down
they love gettin' orders.

What's so urgent?

Well, we got a coyote
in custody over here.

A few others
that reek of cartel.

And about
20 trafficking victims.

And there's this

other not-so-minor issue

that's gonna ring a bell.

♪

Help me.

Arrest her.

♪

CADE: Hold up. Hold up.

I'll be in touch.

I'm sure you will.

[engine starts]

- [helicopter blades whirring]
- [indistinct radio chatter]

What the hell
were you doing back there?

Making a living.

Well, how deep are you
in that mess?

- Trafficking now?
- WOMAN: No!

My family has a debt.

I can explain.

You better.

You can't take me to jail.

If they find me,
they'll kill me.

You know that.

I'm not taking you to jail.

Good. We need a safe house.

MAGGIE and PAULA:
[laughing] Si.

- Hey, Dad.
- BILL: Hey.

There you are.

What, no call?

BILL: I couldn't.
I got held up at the office

and, in fact,

I had to kinda bring
work home with me tonight.

Paula, Maggie, this is Valeria.

An old friend of mine.

Hi!

Hey. Nice to meet you.

BILL: We used to work
on a task force together.

Paula, I've heard
so much about you.

It's nice to
finally meet you, too.

[speaking Spanish]

- I can do that.
- Good idea.

Wait, you speak Spanish now?

Poco.
I've got to in this house.

If you guys don't mind, uh,
Valeria and I,

we need to talk shop.

Super secret.

Top secret.

You got some 'splaining to do.
[kiss]

Come on, Mags, let's go upstairs

and let's figure out
your quinceañeradresses.

Oh, yeah, how's that going,
by the way?

Oh, you'll see.

Good night.

Oh, Valeria, and you're
spending the night, yes?

Well, if it's not
too much trouble.

Guest room, down the hall.

Thank you.

And I'll see you in bed.

Night.

Just like old times, huh?

Pretty damn far from it.

You were my informant.

Now you're...

What are you exactly?

A courier.

I have no choice.

Only money.

They have men at the border,

I drive through,
deliver the package,

and then I come back home.

[scoffs]

I pose as a mom.

So ironic.

I always wanted kids.

You never did, though,
and look at you.

So your brother
get you into this?

I carry his debt.

He get caught with his hand
in the wrong man's pocket?

Where'd he run off to this time?

Hmm?

- [sighs]
- Oh, wow.

You're still protecting him.

I'm sorry.

I had that coming
for a long time.

[Bill sighs]

Well, I survived,
and so did you.

[glasses clink]

Just, please...

Please tell me
you had nothin' to do

with those people
locked up in the back.

VALERIA:
Oh, come on, Billy.

I couldn't live with myself.

I was just picking up
the money, and that's it.

BILL:
So, supposing I buy your story,

what is it that you think
I can do for you, Valeria?

I want out.

[faucet running]

[sighs]

Is there anything
you'd like to tell me?

That I love you more each day.

You've never mentioned
this woman's name to me before.

Ever.

Who is she?

We worked Narcotics
out of Firestone.

It's a long time ago.

I couldn't tell you her name.

She was an informant?

Yeah.

So she's helped you and...

and now you need to help her.

BILL: That's right.

She got caught in a raid
at a cartel house.

She can't go to jail.

I can't put her in the system.

And I don't trust anybody
but you.

Okay.

We're safe.

And she is, too.

Just gonna be one day

until I figure all this out.

Was she ever more
than an informant?

Yes.

Yes, she was.

Before you changed my life.

[indistinct chatter over radio]

So, you like music?

What the hell are you doing?

I'm just askin' you a question.

No, you're makin' small talk.

We have
a shared history, Harris.

But it stays there, history.

I'm not your BFF.

I'm your T.O. now.

So we don't talk about anything.

Especially when you take
your eyes off the street.

When you asked your question,
you were looking at me.

Like you are now.

Okay. All right.

No small talk, got it.

Your observational intelligence

is what I care about.

What kinda partner you'll be.

What happens in here between us,
isn't the job.

DISPATCHER [over radio]:
31 Adam handle, possible 918.

3700 West 120th Street, LA.

Naked Asian male
running around
inside department store.

Possibly under the influence.

31 Adam responding.

Let's see what you got.

[footsteps approaching]

BILL: Morning, honey.

Mm-hmm.

BILL: Here you go.

[footsteps approaching]

Good morning.

Sleep all right?

- Not really, to be honest.
- [horn honking]

Well, they're playin' my song.

We'll be fine.

You're not working today?

PAULA:
No, I took the day off.

I can't be rude to our guest.

- BILL: That should be nice.
- PAULA: Yeah.

BISHOP: You ready, sir?

Dr. Reyes.

Hello.

Yeah, Bishop, we gotta go.
We're runnin' late.

See ya.

[elevator bell dings]

CADE: Hey, Teresa.

Is, uh, something wrong?

Did I miss a meeting
or something?

No, it's fine.

Your voice doesn't sound fine.

Can we talk someplace
more private?

This is the best I got.
I'm sorry.

It's okay. Nicole came
to my office today

with some news.

Roberto and Camilla

are having their
parental rights terminated.

So, is that bad?
We-we can't adopt?

On the contrary,
they're cleared for adoption.

I need to find Roberto
and Camilla the right home

in the next few months.

Wow, that was fast.

You got an amazing letter
from Sheriff Hollister.

And since
they've been in your care,

I'm just doing my due diligence.

You still interested?

Yes, of course.

NICOLE:
This is a big decision.

I have a list
of potential candidates.

So if you need time
to discuss it...

No.

Well, maybe just a little.

You should talk to each other,

the kids, and get back to me.

If you're not ready to adopt,

then we can find
a new temporary home.

[sighs]

We can't let them go.

I can't do that.

TERESA:
No, neither can I.

You and I both know
it hasn't been easy, right?

And you've been here, Cade.
You know how they feel.

I know.

And I don't want them
to feel that way anymore.

Right. And we may want them,
but we need to be honest.

Given everything
that they've been through,

do they really want us?

BILL:
Her name's Valeria Ceballos.

Met her when I was
just a deputy,

working Narcotics in South LA.

The old Firestone beat?

That's right.

She had family ties to FS-13,

became my informant.

That turned into somethin'
a little more.

I am familiar with the pitfalls
of a workplace romance.

You know, over in
my former profession,

there was always
that added layer of,

"Is this person
I'm sleeping with a spy?"

Valeria's not a spy.

BISHOP:
You can trust her?

As an informant.

BISHOP: Hmm.

I think we might've dated
the same person.

[sighs] Don't you wish we could
go back to the way things were?

It's okay. [laughs]

I'm sorry.

This is weird.

You know, I'm sure
if my ex-boyfriend

came to spend the night,

it would...
it would be weird.

So what kinda guys
did you date before him?

Or is that too personal?

PAULA: No.

Macho.

- Hmm.
- Kinda bad boys.

- So you married one.
- PAULA: Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

You two are a good match.

You have something we didn't.

Love.

Too much or not enough?

VALERIA:
Oh, my God, that's beautiful.

Oh, I don't wanna get involved,

but that's beautiful.

Who cooked?

I did. I cook.

Chilaquiles. They're good.

What?

Stop acting crazy. Here.

Oh, speaking of crazy,

tell me a story about my dad.

I mean, you worked
with him, right?

He had to have done
something loco.

Let Valeria
finish her breakfast.

VALERIA: Mm.

Something loco.

So...

one night I was working
undercover with your dad.

Hmm. Cool. Keep going.

There was this drug deal
that was about to go down.

And I told your father,
"Let me handle it."

I was trying to
protect my brother.

He hated that we were poor,
and he started dealing.

So I confronted them.

And?

VALERIA: And...

I found myself on
the receiving end of a fist.

They beat me,

wanting to know
where my brother was.

And just when I thought
I was gonna die,

your dad arrived.

Terrible fight.

They broke my nose,

he got stabbed...

but he did not give up.

He saved my life
from those creeps.

And he saved my brother, too.

So I had to save your dad.

I took him to the hospital
that night.

To the ER.

And because I was his informant

I couldn't go in and be seen.

Feels like yesterday.

The night he was stabbed,
that's...

that's the night he met me.

It was.

[elevator bell dings]

How we doin'?

We're compiling interviews
from our victims

and our coyote's been
down in the box all night,

but won't say anything
more than "lawyer."

Then there's you-know-who.

What's DHS got on this coyote?

We have a name?

Yeah, four.

He's not answering
to any of 'em.

And the victims won't talk

'cause they have families
back home

who will pay the price.

Afraid so.

According to his tats,

this guy is FS-13.

Or was.

Possibly graduated to cartel.

I can hear you thinking,
brother.

I'm thinking I need a favor.

[cell phone beeps]

Bill Hollister needs help?

One of the folks we snatched up
in the raid yesterday

was an informant.

One of mine from the old days.

Now I believe the asset
could help us

work up the food chain on this,

but they want out.

Federal protection, new ID,

and that's more up your alley.

LONDON:
We have a lot of informants.

We can't strike a deal
with everyone.

It sets a dangerous precedent
with the department.

Give it to one,

they all want to leverage that.

BILL: Well, not all.
Just this one.

This informant helped us
with tons of drug cases

over the years.

Who is he?

- BILL: It's a she.
- Hmm.

And that shouldn't matter.

But it always does, doesn't it?

You gonna help or not?

How would you put this?

You'll owe me one, Bill.

Well, make it two.

And I never forget, Jerry.

So, you just wandered
into a cartel house

full of cash and guns,

with 20 people locked up
in a shed out back,

and you had no idea
what was going on?

MAN: No.

That's your story.

All I said was...

"Get me my lawyer."

So his lawyer here yet?

BISHOP:
I got him held up in the lobby.

Those damn elevators
keep breaking down.

[Bill chuckles]

MAN: Where's my lawyer?

Running late.

You good at math?

Cartel lawyers are.

Some high-grade calculus crap.

The hell you talking about?

BILL:
Your lawyer's not just
figuring out his fee,

or your bail,

which won't be small.

No, he... he's probably delayed
doing some ciphering.

Cost benefit analysis
for the jefe.

- I want my lawyer.
- BILL: Do you?

'Cause he's wondering
if he wants you, I bet.

I mean, you really worth
the time and effort,

or is it easier just to
drive you out into the desert,

put a bullet in your head,

and let the buzzards
do their work?

They call that a sky burial.

Great name, huh?

Hell of a way to go.

Now, let me go
find you that lawyer.

[door closes]

[sighs] He's antsy.

He's gonna go
straight to his boss,

try to set things right.

Kick him loose, put eyes on him.

- CADE: Okay.
- BISHOP: Sheriff.

Got a text from London.

He's got DHS,
wants to talk to you.

That was fast.

Holding a favor over you
is motivating.

Sheriff, this is
Agent Marquez from DHS.

The undersheriff tells me
you have a witness

who seeks cooperation.

That's right.

We can certainly make
arrangements for relocation,

a new identity.

But?

We would need
significant information

on the human trafficking.

That's just our
main area of concern.

How significant?

MARQUEZ: Names from
both sides of the border.

Shot callers.
Not just soldiers.

So she delivers that,
and you give her a new life?

Once I can determine
her information is credible,

absolutely.

Let's shake on it.

[indistinct
police radio chatter]

Smooth moves.

[laughs] Shut up.

[car alarm chirps]

[car engine revving]

All right, let's see
if this dog hunts.

♪

I don't drink.

[scoffs] Well, in this job,
you're gonna learn.

You got to.

Charlie, I'm gonna need to see
some ID on this one.

MINNICK:
Oh, he's still on watch.

Babyface will have a club soda.

I'll have the same.

-BARTENDER:
Welcome to the family.
-Thanks.

Yeah, Charlie is, uh,
one tough...

MINNICK:
Just shut up and sit down.

All right, this is Vegas.

What you see in here,
stays in here.

Stop lookin' around.

I'm just working on
my observational intelligence.

Did you have a TV
in your family room growing up?

I didn't really watch TV.

- I'm a big reader, though.
- MINNICK: Mm-hmm. Figures.

All right, babyface,
this is your family room,

and this bar right here?

That's your TV.

We come in after a shift
and gather around.

But you gotta earn your way in.

How?

Trust.

Do your job,

the right way,
every day out there,

then you get to walk in here.

And when they see you,

they see you as family.

Like Luna.

Damn straight.

And like your father, too.

Yeah, I'm gonna make 'em proud.

Yeah, we'll see.

All right, eat up, I'm buying.

Thank you.

It is the least I could do.

You did have to tackle
a sweaty naked man.

[Minnick laughs]

Miss Ceballos, in signing this,
you agree to provide

detailed information
about the criminal organization

that was your employer.

Once we have vetted
that information

and found it to be credible,

you will officially enter

the Federal Witness
Protection Program.

Do you agree?

[sighs]

BILL:
This is your chance.

Give 'em everything.

I'm nervous.

Well, then it matters.

The decision's up to you.

MARQUEZ: Okay.

Let's begin.

First, tell us about the money.

I don't count it,
I just know it's a lot.

[sighs] Okay, I...

My last package was 1.2.

- Million?
- Their money is everywhere.

I mean, what I carry
is just like a...

grain of sand on the beach.

It's endless.

BILL: Who are they?

These men were soldiers
for the cartel.

- I don't know them well.
- BILL: Keep going.

♪

This man is...

Ernesto Diaz.

He's a boss for the cartel
in Los Angeles.

BILL: He gives you the cash
that you drive down to Juarez?

MARQUEZ: And you've seen
this man with the victims?

The immigrantes?

Yeah.

Ever see him kill someone?

My brother.

[cell phone ringing]

Yo. Talk to me.

We got a solid ID on the coyote.

Ernesto Diaz.

He's cartel brass.

You want us to
rip him right now?

See where he takes you.

I want updates.

- Copy.
- [cell phone beeps]

Looks like we got a live one.

Guess we'll see for how long.

I just need to make
a few calls and then...

we'll leave
your old life behind.

I'll let you know
when we're ready to roll.

Sheriff, the kings are ready.

Did Valeria give you
what you needed?

It's not what I needed.

It's what she needed.

But, yeah.

I wanted to give you all
some updates on the raid.

The one we don't have
funds to pay for,

the one you didn't have
the authority to execute?

Oh, I disagree.

She gave me the authority.

And so did she.
And this little boy.

I've got more pictures here
of other people if you'd like.

You've made your point, Sheriff.

You talk about oversight.

But you don't get to see
what we see out there.

We're giving these people
a second chance.

That means something.

When lives are at stake,

I don't think about budgets
or bottom lines.

I find that remark offensive.

Well, you'll get over it.

'Cause given our success,

Homeland Security
has taken a keen interest

in our human trafficking raids.

They want in on the action.

They're gonna match
the federal money

that we lost from ICE.

Thirty million.

Now how's that
for open dialogue?

[cell phone ringing]

Excuse me.

Yeah. You got him?

CADE: I got his 20.

BILL [over phone]:
Where?

Bell Gardens, down by the river.

Ernesto's inside
having a little confab

with his narco buddies.

We could use a little back up.

I'll send the cavalry.

Copy.

[sirens blaring]

♪

How we lookin'?

It looks like
a legitimate business.

Liquor distributor.

Paso Seguro.

It's hard to tell
how many guys are in there

but we saw Ernesto go in.

Now, that place
has cameras all over

and obviously
we don't wanna be made, so...

[whistles]

[car engine starts]

You got room
for one more in there?

Not today, Bill.
Someone needs to be sheriff.

And stay sheriff.

Well, I could still kick
your ass. Remember that.

[laughs] Never forget.

Okay, he's one,
two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight.

Let's go.

I swear, I didn't.

[groans]

MAN:
My reposado, 93 points

in the last issue
of Wine Spectator.

It's the details

that make all the difference.

And your dumb ass...

got caught with
a bunch of poor farmers

locked in a shed.

For what,
a few thousand dollars?

Tell me what they know.

Nothing.

I told them nothing.

I wanna believe you, Ernesto.

I really do.

But Jorge...

he thinks you're lying.

[gun cocks]

The only one who could have told
them anything is that perra.

What's her name?

ERNESTO:
Valeria.

[truck beeping]

Sheriffs! Get down!

Get down now!

Stay down.

Don't move.

[groans]

Sheriffs!

Don't shoot!

Baje las armas.

Eyes up out there, we have
a rabbit out the 3-side.

♪

[siren waling]

[siren chirping]

♪

[siren wailing]

[gunfire]

[siren chirps, stops]

[Ernesto groaning softly]

BILL: I tried to get you
to talk earlier.

I'm here to listen now.

We... are everywhere.

We'll find that bitch.

[gasping]

BILL: Hey.

Hey! Stay with me.

I don't suppose you have
anything to say

before your fancy lawyer
shows up

and we all play our parts.

Hello.
My name is Inigo Montoya.

You killed my father.

Prepare to die.

♪

BILL: Um, excuse me.
Thank you.

I always wondered
if you were okay.

I felt guilty.

I wanted closure, but, uh...

not like this.

I get a chance
at a new life, thanks to you.

The one where I made
the right choices.

BILL: All our choices
got us here.

And now you get to start again.

[Valeria sighs]

Just do me one last favor.

Don't forget about me.

Legally speaking, I have to.

But I won't.

I wouldn't be where I am now
if I hadn't meet you.

You'll always be a part of me.

BILL: Same here.

I got the scars to prove it.

You called in the tip
on that house, didn't you?

Wasn't just meant to be.

Oh, but it was.

Valeria.

I am gonna miss
that name, you know.

Me, too.

[elevator bell dings]

[Valeria sighs]

Goodbye, Billy.

No looking back now.
Okay?

[car engine starts]

[car recedes]

[footsteps approaching]

LONDON:
Thank you for coming down.

I hope I didn't
screw up any plans.

Sir, you know I would have
told you if you had.

True. You would.

Took my trainee out
for his first big boy drink.

I remember mine.

How's it going, by the way?

MINNICK:
That's what this is about?

Partly.

Well, what's the other part?

[London sighs]

I wouldn't have put
you and Joseph together.

Especially after what happened
with Deputy Luna.

Well, I'm moving past that.

This is a new beginning
for both of us.

LONDON:
If Harris works out.

Given his personal connection
with the sheriff,

if he doesn't work out,

the blowback falls on you.

He will work out.

Well, if he doesn't,
I'm here to help.

Let me know if there's any
issues or conflicts of interest

you see with Harris.

Or Sheriff Hollister.

You want me to spy?

If that means
looking out for yourself,

the good of the department,

and that promotion
you worked so hard for...

yes.

That's exactly
what I want you to do.

Understood.

Enjoy the rest of your evening.

[door closes]

♪

JOSEPH:
Excuse me, miss?

Can I get
some service, possibly?

No, move.

Move.

Quit hoggin' the bar.

Look, man,
I'm just trying to be nice.

They won't serve boots here.

It's just one of the many

great traditions
of the department.

Hey, Trey, can I get
four mezcals in the corner?

- You got it.
- Thank you.

Hey, man, you wanna come over
and drink with me and my boys?

Come on, I'll get you
set up right.

What's your name?

JOSEPH: Harris.

Joseph Harris.

CARTER:
Joseph Harris.

Well, it's good
to meet you, Joe.

Come on, follow me.

[snorting]

[car approaching]

All righty...

see you tomorrow.

[car doors open]

Hi.

We thought you could
use some company.

BILL: You guys, always.

Okay, I know this is like
your man cave or whatever,

but we got
more important issues.

The quinceañera.

Yes, your daughter
will become a woman.

Please don't say that.

Just get over it and dance.

- [mariachi music playing]
- [sighs] Okay.

- BILL: One, two, three. Right?
- MAGGIE: Mom, count us off.

MAGGIE and BILL:
One, two, three.

MAGGIE: Quick, low.
There you go. [laughs]

- How's that?
- It was good. Wait...

- Oh, I'm going...
- That was the same side again.

- Wait. Okay, no, left.
- Oh.

Okay, here we go.

[Maggie laughing]
Slow, quick, quick.

Slow, quick, quick.

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

MAGGIE: Yeah.

All right, I'm going to Mom now.

Check this out.

[song playing in Spanish]

- You okay?
- Yeah.

Is she?

Yeah.

How about us?

Bulletproof.

I love you, baby.

MAGGIE:
Okay, you guys, enough.

Enough, no. Enough.

PAULA [laughs]:
We... We...

We're your parents.

- I'm...
- Just a kiss.

Disgusting.

Not in front of me, okay?

-All right, come on.
-I could maybe do
this dancing thing.

We're gonna be rehearsing
every night.

-MAGGIE:
Oh, no. Wait...
-[laughter]

MAGGIE:
You should take over.

♪