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[Máximo] Easy, easy, easy. Easy!

Paloma! S-Slow down.

I'm not even going fast.

[Máximo] Who taught you how to drive?

Well, not my dad. So maybe he should show some support.

[Máximo] I'm so proud of you.

-[tires squealing] -[Máximo exclaims]

[tires screeching]

Look, I'm sorry for interrupting the audition.

It's just that there's a situation with Gustavo.

First of all, he is very thankful

that you hired him to paint a mural for the reopening.

Of course.

Painting something that embodies the spirit of Las Colinas

seems right up his alley.

Yes! Yes.

It's just that he has this process that I normally stay out of as his wife.

But as his boss, I was hoping you could...

put a foot up his ass.

[chuckles] Paloma, whatever he painted is fine.

I'm an art collector.

-Mm-hmm. -I approach things with...

with an open mind.

Um... [clears throat]

Maybe he is, um, posing a question to the viewer to look within?

Dad, there's nothing there.

What? [stammers] S-s-s...

I'm so... [stammers]

-H-he didn't... -Nope.

But... [sighs] How is this possible?

-He's been out here for weeks! -Mm-hmm.

A-and we're only four days away from the opening.

Yep.

-[sighs] -[Gustavo] I'm sorry!

I'm blocked!

[Máximo sighs]

This is normally where I get my best ideas, but I'm getting nothing here.

He calls it cocooning.

-Nada! -Dios mío.

Maybe you could inspire him with one of your stories?

Oh, Palomita. Of course!

Eh, it was the winter...

Without me.

Oh. [sighs]

Okay.

[sighs]

-[Gustavo grunting, panting] -[Máximo] Um, you wanna...

emerge from your chrysalis so we can talk?

[Gustavo] Oh. Yeah, sure.

It just takes me a second to de-cocoon.

Uh-huh.

[Gustavo grunting]

[Gustavo] Uh, m-maybe if you flip me?

[Gustavo grunting]

[Máximo exhales sharply]

How did you even get into this thing?

[Gustavo grunting, panting]

[Máximo sighs]

-Gustavo. -[grunts]

Come on. [grunts] Listen, Gustavo.

Things might seem tough now,

but you'd be surprised at what you're capable of

-when your back is against the wall. -Okay.

[Older Máximo] Just like mine was in 1986.

I could barely sleep after I led the walkout from Las Colinas.

How could I? We were going on strike.

[in Spanish] What are you doing up so early?

[groans] Doña Rosita was singing hymns in her sleep.

Which is creepier than it sounds.

So I started filling out my college applications.

-Is that your sign for the strike? -Mm-hmm.

You need to wrap your handle in tape or it'll chafe your hand.

How do you know that?

Common sense.

Plus, I single-handedly led the charge at my school

to get Fanta put in the vending machines.

-I'm basically a revolutionary. -Adorable.

But this is not some silly soda campaign.

This is life.

So stick to your applications.

What school is this one for?

No no no! The paper will get wrinkled.

[Older Máximo, in English] Sara was mainly applying to local colleges.

But Aida had picked up an NYU application for her

while she was on her college tour in the States.

But she just couldn't allow herself to dream that big.

[Doña Rosita singing in Spanish]

[Older Máximo] Meanwhile, because of the strike,

Alejandro Vera was working with a skeleton crew.

[clears throat] Scabs.

-So he had to take on extra duties... -[guest whistles]

-...that were way below his pay grade. -[Alejandro sighs]

-[guest grunts] -[exclaims]

[sighs] Ha.

-[glass shatters] -[guest 2] Hey!

[exclaims]

[Alejandro] Your drink, Miss.

Thank you.

Diane?

It is yo.

Are you all right? You look like you've seen a ghost.

Ooh, was it the one in room 237?

No. [stammers] I-I'm just surprised to see you. [chuckles]

Well, I recently had a financial windfall after selling my prized hotel

to a chicken with his head cut off.

So, I figured I'd cash in on a long overdue vacation.

Okay. We both know you're up to something.

-But to show you I'm the bigger person... -[chuckles]

...uh, while you're here, doing whatever it is you're doing,

I will provide a five-star service with a smile.

Oh, wonderful.

I'll have the Caesar salad with exactly nine croutons.

-Yeah. -That's one, two, three, four, five,

six, seven, eight, nine. Gracias. [clicks tongue]

-Yeah. [inhales deeply] -[chuckles]

[Older Máximo] The staff had started to assemble on the picket line

with one additional soldier I hadn't expected.

Hey, you! What are you doing out here?

I'm closing my boutique until the strike is over. In solidarity.

And I already made up my mind, so don't try to change it.

Julia, did you give Diane my note?

Yes, I did.

I gave it to her before she went to the beach this morning.

-[exhales sharply] Ay. -She also said she misses you very much.

And she mentioned something about your musk on her pillow,

but I tuned out after that.

[grunts] My queen moves back into Las Colinas

the moment we go on a strike,

and I can't cross the picket lines to see her. [exclaims]

It's like the gods of love are conspiring against us.

[gasps] How did she look, by the way? Were her lips doing that thing?

I'm gonna go with a yes?

-Come on, let's go. -[chuckles]

Hello, everyone. Thank you for being here today.

I'm so excited to be your leader, and determined to guide you to victory!

-[staff cheering] -[Héctor speaking Spanish]

[in English] Yes?

Where is the bathroom?

Good question! I hadn't thought of that.

Uh, since we can't technically go into the hotel,

I think the nearest one is at the gas station.

Maybe, uh, one kilometer away.

[staff murmuring]

Uh, what's the situation on shade?

[staff gasping]

Oh, God. Um... Uh, yeah.

Uh... [stammers] We are a little exposed out here.

[chuckles] Uh, maybe tomorrow we wear sunscreen.

You look like that Swiss boy from Kids Klub we had to send to the hospital.

[Máximo] Okay. [chuckles] I guess we should get started.

[stammers] Maxi, which way should we walk?

Uh... [sighs] Another question.

Uh... [stammers]

Uh, I'm gonna go with to the right.

Okay. To the right. [mutters]

No, uh, my right.

[chattering]

Uh, your right.

[stammers] Just get in circles! In circles.

You know what? Uh, actually, an oval! Oval.

[Older Máximo] While we were beginning our long journey to worker rights,

Nora and Esteban were on their own quest

to find the truth about what happened to our neighbor, Juan.

[in Spanish] Why would someone write this?

[I'm going to kill you]

[Esteban] Isn't it obvious?

The killer was toying with Juan.

He's a psycho.

Like Freddy Krueger.

Or people who try to buy bus tickets

on the bus. [gasps]

Oh no, this is getting dangerous.

We have to go to the police.

No way!

They'll think that we're suspects.

Our fingerprints are all over his apartment.

The kitchen. His bathroom. Eh?

I used his cologne.

The man has taste.

Oh no, had taste.

[gasps] Ay, pobre.

[gasps]

-Wait... -Hmm?

I've seen this typing before!

Hold on!

Look look look!

When they were doing construction in the neighborhood

they put this notice on all the doors.

[gasps]

This means that the killer must be someone on Arenal Street!

We need to figure out who wrote this!

[knocking on door]

Ay. I'll get it.

Good morning.

I'm raising money for an important charity.

If you sign here and pledge your amount

your donation will help blind orphans.

Of course! That's genius!

You want to help blind orphans?

No, I don't care about that.

Look, the answer we've been looking for is right in front of us.

-Are you sure? -Uh-huh.

-But how, Esteban? He's blind. -¿Qué?

No no no. We can start a petition to gather signatures

and then compare people's handwriting to the note!

-Oh yes! Very good idea. -Mm-hmm.

[child] I'm not blind.

-Did you want to donate or not? -[Nora inhales sharply]

Oh yes, of course.

Give him something.

[speaks Spanish, chuckles]

[Nora] You're checking mine?

Sorry. Had to be sure.

Thank you, honey.

[in English] Good for Esteban.

The killer is always the person you least suspect.

Uh, what are you doing?

I draw rough sketches before I paint.

So, I'm using everything you say as inspiration for our mural.

Wow.

This is an eerily detailed crime scene.

A-are those ants on the ground?

Teeth.

Teeth?

You know, like human teeth.

-Great. -[Gustavo] Mm-hmm.

Now we know what not to do.

Back on the picket line,

things were slowly deteriorating like the skin on my hands.

-[staff clamoring] -[horn honking]

Guys, keep in line and watch out for cars.

We want them to honk for us, not at us.

When the nurse called, w-what did she say?

Any special instructions for our first sonogram?

All she said was to not smoke the day before

and be ready to cry, which I will.

We're gonna see our baby for the first time.

-Our adorable little lump! -[chuckles]

I just want to remember how exciting this moment is

when I'm eight months in and can't even walk.

[chuckles] Which reminds me,

I should probably get my exercise in now while I can.

-Okay? Okay. -Yeah.

Be... Be safe, please.

[chuckles] You guys are so cute.

And as your big sister,

I have to say I am very inspired by the both of you.

-Oh. Thank you, Dulce. -[both chuckle]

But why?

I mean, you know, with the strike?

If I were you, I would be in full-on panic mode because, I mean,

there's no telling how long we'll be out here

and you need to start buying baby clothes now.

We already bought some clothes and if we need more,

we'll just get some hand-me-downs.

What about formula? Diapers? Wipes?

You can't hand those down.

Anyway, I need to go plant some booby traps I made for Vera.

-Good luck though! [cheers] -Uh-huh.

[Beto, in Spanish] You're charging for water?

This is an outrage. Taking advantage of a dying man.

Beto's right, Lupe.

You can't profit off of striking workers.

My friends "Supply" and "Demand" disagree.

Agua! Cigarros! Bubbaloos!

Paco.

Are you okay?

I just came from the bathroom.

It's so far away.

Oh, no...

I have to go again.

[Older Máximo, in English] Things on the strike line were starting

to spiral out of control.

I needed to boost morale, fast.

[Máximo] Hey, Chad!

[staff chanting in Spanish]

I know you've been working on some chants for the line. Have anything yet?

Absolutely.

Hey, hey! Ho, ho!

Alejandro Vera's got to leave the premises immediately.

Um, um. Maybe something simpler? Like a call and response?

Oh. Got it, yeah.

What do we want?

[staff exclaiming, chattering]

My woman!

What do we want?

I don't know what we want!

And now everyone is looking at me for answers!

Also, look at my hands!

I'll never clap again!

[sighs]

-I knew you'd come crawling back. -[sighs]

Let's get started?

[groans]

Come here.

What are we doing in our dead neighbor's apartment?

It's our "war room."

Ah! [laughs]

What's a war room?

It's an abandoned space

where revolutionaries discuss

strategy and drink coffee

and...

I don't know!

It's in the movies!

[chuckles]

Why don't we just start with your list of demands for Alejandro Vera?

[sighs]

You have drafted a list, right?

[chuckles]

I've definitely thought of a collection of words in my mind.

[groans]

You have so much to learn...

In order to accomplish your goal

you'll need to do a few things.

[rock music playing]

[singing Billy Idol's "Rebel Yell" in Spanish]

[Sara] First... Be sure to fuel up.

Wear proper attire.

[singing continues]

[Sara] Send a clear message...

[staff] We will not stop!

United we will overcome!

[in English] Louder! Louder!

[in Spanish] Do you want to sign the petition

for a new speed bump on the street?

Yes. Finally, some justice.

[Esteban] And a photo? For our records.

Smile!

-[shutter clicks] -[singing continues]

[Sara] Project confidence...

Here's a list of our demands.

[Sara] in the face of indifference.

I'll get back to you.

[in Spanish] Don't you think the cars go too fast on our street?

Wouldn't you like it if they -

[Sara] Always keep track of your progress.

And whatever you do, don't forget to celebrate your wins...

[singing continues]

[music ends]

[in English] Never saw this when I was the owner.

-I can tell you that. -Here you go.

-Oh, thank you so much. -Sure. [pants]

I hope it wasn't too complicated of an order.

[Alejandro] Oh, not at all.

Turns out it's very easy to infuse tequila with the embers of palo Santo.

[both chuckle]

Well, not to be a fuss, but other guests need your attention too.

Cabana four's still waiting on their drinks

and I don't think Phyllis here ever got her fries. Did you, Phyllis?

[Phyllis] Still waiting.

Also, Kids Klub is feeling a bit Lord of the Flies.

Oh!

-Over here! -Hey, give me that!

-Give the ball! -Hey! Over here!

[groans]

Johnny Escoops, a little help!

[child] Help, help!

[Alejandro clears throat]

-[child] Hello? -[sighs]

[Older Máximo] Eh, don't worry. The kid got out, after a while.

[Diane] Listen, you and I both know you can't do this forever.

Eventually, the hotel will go down and take you with it.

Unless there was someone to take it off your hands.

Even if I sold it back to you, Diane, the workers would still be on strike.

-Hmm. -Not for long.

They love me and I love them.

So, sell it back to me and the strike stops immediately.

You can walk away and never think about Las Colinas, or me, again.

[Older Máximo] Vera hated that he was considering her offer,

but the idea of leaving his mess behind was very tempting.

[sighs] Do you want this, Phyllis?

We will fight all your attacks. Wanna cut our pay? Grody to the max!

Yeah.

"My dearest, Diane."

Though I am separated from your love across enemy lines,

I trudge on, powered only by the memory of your bosom.

"Your heaving bosom."

[in Spanish] Why are we drinking this? It's nighttime.

I don't know. It was here,

and felt right.

Pues.

[in English] Hey, folks! I know it's been a long week,

but you should all be proud because the line is holding strong!

Yeah! It will be even stronger once I'm done with this.

[stammers] Can someone please take that away from Dulce?

There's no need for violence of any kind when the tides are turning.

Speaking of, at the advice of my revolutionary in training,

we have contacted Red Nacional Siete,

who will be sending a reporter to the picket line tomorrow.

This is really going to put the pressure on Vera.

So it's only a matter of time before he caves.

-[staff cheering] -Vamos!

Sorry. Excuse me. Question. Wait, wait, wait.

Are we talking, like, two days matter of time,

or, like, "my baby will be forced to drink agua de horchata"

"because his father won't be able to afford formula" matter of time?

Memo, I know you're worried about baby stuff.

Of course I'm worried about baby stuff. And can you blame me?

Look, I get it. But I have to do what is best for everyone,

which means sticking to our demands. We want our benefits back.

-Yeah! -[speaks Spanish]

[Máximo] Along with lunch, overtime.

We aren't just cogs in a wheel.

We're human beings who deserve respect.

[staff cheering, chattering]

[Older Máximo] I had been on the outs with the staff for so long,

it was nice to be back in everyone's good graces.

It felt like they believed in me again.

And, no, I don't remember if they actually lifted me in the air,

but I'm gonna go with it.

The next day on the picket line, I carried that feeling with me.

[staff chanting in Spanish] Fuera Vera! Fuera Vera!

[Sara] Remember: stick to your talking points.

But don't look like a robot.

People want authenticity, strength.

Like when my school offered us Tang instead of Fanta? [scoffs]

I laughed in their faces.

Strength. Got it.

Then again, isn't compromise the ultimate show of strength?

Says who?

Says me!

I like Tang. And so do the brave men and women of NASA!

[reporter] Tres, dos, uno.

Good afternoon. I'm Minerva Luz Cruz, reporting live from Las Colinas,

where employees have gone on strike.

With me now is the Head of Operations, Máximo Gallardo.

Señor Gallardo, how have the workers been holding up?

We're blessed.

The sun might be hot.

But so are the flames inside us that yearn for change.

[staff cheering]

Well said, but you're up against a formidable machine.

Do you really have the resolve to see this through?

Oh, we have the resolve.

Because we have each other!

-Vamos! Vamos! -Te amo!

And we won't be pushed around by an owner who has no regard for his staff.

-[cheers, speaks Spanish] -[Héctor] Yeah!

Máximo!

Oh no of course you need -

This is Sr. Vera's response to your list of demands.

He thinks it should meet most of your requests.

[Older Máximo, in English] It was the moment we'd been waiting for,

and with all eyes on me,

I knew there was only one way to respond to his response.

[in Spanish] Most of our requests?

-I don't think so. -[staff gasps]

[in English] Whoo! Way to go, Máxi!

-[in Spanish] What a badass! -[chuckles]

[in English] You were like Zapata leading the charge

-against the government fascists. -[chuckles]

Check it out.

Uh... [sighs] Well, l-listen.

[stutters] You're a great artist. Uh...

-Thank you. -I-I mean,

you got me dead wrong in this picture. I look nothing like this.

-Really? -Yeah.

-Not even when you were younger? -Especially when I was younger. Yeah.

-But... -Okay.

Before you go all in on this idea for the mural,

you should know that my colleagues had a less enthusiastic reaction that day.

[in Spanish] What was that?

I stuck it to the man. Right?

[stammers] Maybe?

You could have at least looked at Vera's response.

That's exactly what he wanted me to do...

Take the first thing he offered.

That's why he waited until the cameras were rolling.

-He was using them to pressure me. -[Memo] Máximo.

You keep saying "me, me, me".

But it's not about "you!"

I know that things are getting stressful.

But we are so close to getting everything we want.

So we have to stick together.

You really think this is the best way to get Vera to cave?

I know it is.

We've got him in the palm of our hands.

By tomorrow, he'll come crawling back to us.

[chanting] Out with Vera!

[Older Máximo, in English] I couldn't have been more wrong.

Because the next day, Vera called my bluff and hired workers to replace us.

Ixtapa's best.

And when I say replace us, I mean, literally.

This was a second-rate Héctor,

Beto,

Memo.

And even...

[Lupe, in Spanish] Oh, no.

Is she me?

[in English] Any other great ideas, Máximo?

[Older Máximo] Memo didn't even have time to process his anger,

since it was time for Lorena's sonogram.

[in Spanish] Now remember, at this point, your baby is the size of a lime.

Okay. [chuckles]

[machine whirring]

Is that...

our son's head?

[nurse] Or daughter.

We won't know the sex until your next appointment.

[Lorena] I don't care what we have.

I just love our limoncito.

-[breathes shakily] -[chuckles]

Our baby would be so proud of us.

I mean, we came in here off the picket line.

Fighting for our rights.

It's so dramatic.

Yeah, but...

We can't even afford the things we're going to need for them.

That doesn't matter.

Instead of a crib, the baby can sleep with us in the bed.

We can get more hand-me-downs.

And who needs a car seat?

That's what the dashboard is for.

I never thought about it that way.

Yeah. It's just a flat surface in a car

just begging to be used...

No no no no...

I mean...

I never imagined that by striking

we could make our baby proud.

Of course.

We're not just out there marching for today.

We're marching for the future.

Their future.

[Lorena sniffles, chuckles]

[Lorena inhales sharply]

[cries]

[birds chirping]

We've collected every signature on the block...

Except one.

Yeah, but what are the odds Sr. Cabrera would turn out to be a monster?

Oh. He is a monster.

When I lived at my old apartment

I always heard him yelling at the neighbors.

About their trash.

About their loud music.

And he fought with this one guy all the time.

Something...

Sensación?

You mean Juan?

Our dead neighbor?

[Doña Rosita] Yes. Him.

They argued every day over a parking spot.

One time, Señor Cabrera left a surprise on Juan's car.

If you know what I mean.

He fought with Juan and refused to sign our petition?

He's our suspect!

Esteban, Señor Cabrera is old.

Would he really have the strength to whack Juan over the...

The posada!

[people clamoring]

[Nora gasps]

It was poop.

I can't believe Vera replaced us.

Like we're nothing.

I'm really sorry.

I was trying to help,

and led you down the wrong path.

No, Sara. This was my fault.

Memo was right.

I was making the strike about myself

instead of considering everyone else.

I guess there was just a part of me

that enjoyed being loved again by the staff.

So what are we going to do?

The only thing we can.

Ask Vera if his counter still stands.

He bussed in workers from out of town, which must have cost a lot of money.

Maybe we can appeal to his senses.

Even if we have to give up some of what we want.

[Memo] We will never give up.

[Máximo] Memo.

What are you doing here?

We have sacrificed our blood, sweat and tears.

So we can't back down.

Not now, not ever.

Because...

the future of little limones depends on it.

Wow.

You said that better than I ever could.

Which is why you've got to come with me...

[in English] Oh. I'm glad you're here.

We'll be doing the talking.

I mean, if you're ready? [chuckles]

Whatever. I'm ready. So here it goes.

I would normally give you a big speech with lots of fancy words.

But instead, I'm gonna shut up.

And let Memo tell you about the kind of people we are at Las Colinas.

Señor Vera, here, we lift each other up when we're down.

We stick to what we believe in.

We work until we can't. And then we work some more.

No matter how tired or beaten down we are, we always bring joy to what we do.

So you can hire whoever you want to work in this hotel.

Just know they will never be us.

And you will be reminded of that every day,

when you see us out there on the picket lines.

Uh, do you want me to say it again?

Oh, no, no, no. Please, I already lost years of my life listening to that.

Oh, hmm.

Well, you will get your demands.

All of them.

Oh, wow. [chuckles] Really? Can you throw in a 10% raise on top?

-Don't push it. -We won't.

I'm gonna go tell everyone. [chuckles]

-We won! [laughs] -[staff cheering, clamoring]

Not that I'm not extremely happy, but...

what just happened?

This.

For the first time in ten years,

Las Colinas got knocked off the top spot

on Leisure Magazine's "Best Hotels in Acapulco."

That's why I need you and your team back,

because you know this place better than I do.

And, turns out that Ixtapa's best happens to be Las Colinas' worst.

They are rude. They are late.

And they broke into my good tequila. Mmm?

This was a gift from Gene Wilder.

I can't believe this.

Alma Del Mar is number one?

Oh! Sorry, don't mind me.

-Just doing some light reading. -[both chuckle]

Ah. You must have seen the list.

Well, it's hard not to when it's in big, bold, print.

Alejandro. My offer still stands.

Diane. No matter how bad it gets,

even if we are the last hotel in the world on that list,

I promise you, I will never sell this place back to you.

Mi amor. The clouds have lifted.

We can be together again.

[Older Máximo] Though Diane was realizing

that her dreams of owning the hotel were officially over...

WE DID IT! THANK YOU!

...Sara was beginning to realize that her dreams were more possible than ever.

[sighs]

Because fighting for people wasn't just something she was good at.

It was a passion, a flame.

And it needed to be fanned.

-Órale. That was a really good ending. -Ah!

Nobody wants a pilot who can't land the plane.

[Máximo chuckles]

What?

I think I know what I'm gonna paint for our mural!

[Máximo grunts]

I just hope it makes you proud.

Is that what this is about, Gustavo?

Listen, I-I only gave you this job because I trust you.

I mean, you... you married my daughter in secret, but you make her happy.

And you were there for her all of those years that I wasn't.

So, you don't need to impress me.

You've already done that. In spades.

Thank you, thank you, thank you. You're gonna love what I'm gonna do.

It's gonna be amazing.

-You're gonna love it, Máximo. -Hey, hey...

Gustavo!

You're not going to tell me what it is?

Gustavo! Gustavo!