All language subtitles for Jane The Virgin - 04x08 - Chapter Seventy-Two.iNTERNAL.English.C

Ah, friends.

The times, they are a-changing.
First, our Jane.

She was recently dumped.

Plus her book got
mediocre reviews.

And then this
happened.

I know!
OMG, right?

Another OMG?

Alba said no
to Jorge's proposal.

Oh, and did I mention

Rafael was living
with the Villanuevas now?

See, his sister Luisa
took all his money,

which meant Mateo had to say
good-bye to private school.

Unfortunately,
Jane's local school district

wasn't so great.

But...

Did you know

that your parents live in
the Elbamare School District?

So, yeah,
they decided to send him there.

On the down low.

Also facing
child care challenges,

Jane's father Rogelio.

See, he was married to Xo,

but had a baby with Darci.

Oh, and did I mention,

Darci was dating his archrival
and co-star Esteban?

I know! Straight out of
a telenovela, right?

But imagine this.

Petra's twin sister Anezka

convinced Rafael's sister Luisa

that she was hallucinating
some guy named Carl.

So, Luisa checked herself
into a mental institution.

But here's the thing, friends,

Carl was real.

And to add to the crazy,
Anezka started spiraling.

So she faked her own death
to see who really loved her.

And she briefly thought
she could trust Petra.

Until she realized
she couldn't.

And then this happened.

Which, my friends,
is where we left off.

When Jane Gloriana Villanueva
was ten years old,

the day she had dreamed about

finally came.

The very first kiss

between Teresa and Ramiro

on Las Rutas de Pasión.

How do they know which way
to move their heads?

Uh, well, they probably
just rehearsed.

No, I mean in real life.

How am I gonna know what to do?

Okay, here's the real deal.

It won't be anything
like Las Rutas de Pasión,

so set your expectations low.

The clouds
aren't gonna part,

angels won't sing,

it'll probably be
a little awkward.

So, what happens?
What do you do?

Well, you just open
your mouth a little,

and your tongue will touch his...

Or hers, either way.

My tongue?

Yup.

- Do I just leave it there?
- You move it,

b-but not too much.

How will I know
if I'm doing a good job?

Trust me, you'll know.

Which brings us here. Now.

What... was...

I wasn't planning it,
I-I-I just...

Mommy?

Oh, no, did he see?

I'm scared to go
to kindergarten.

Oh, sweetheart.

Oh, my... Ah.

It's gonna be so much fun.

But I don't have any friends.

You'll meet some kids
when we go to registration tomorrow.

Now, come on.
You need some sleep.

Mommy will lie
with you. Hmm?

Well, he sure looks happy.

And she looks...

She looks...

I'm sorry, friends,

but I actually don't know
what the hell she's thinking.

Back to reality.

Hi, Petra.

Hey, wait, wait, wait.
Slow down.

I know your sister's dead.

No, she wasn't
really dead before.

That... she faked her death

because she was trying
to figure out who loved her.

Reality,
of course, being relative.

So she's alive?

No.

I found out, she attacked me,
so I defended myself,

and she fell off the balcony.

So now she's actually dead.

Oh, my God. That's...

Straight out of a telenovela!

Self-defense.

So, listen, I need you
to watch the girls.

The nanny can't stay overnight,

I'm stuck
at the police station.

I'm going now.

Are you okay?

Do you have a lawyer?

No, I don't need one.

Like I said,
it was self-defense.

Yeah, I knew a lot of guys
in prison who said that, too.

Just get a lawyer, a good one.

I have to go. That's my other line.
We'll talk later.

What the hell
took so long, Krishna?

Well, it's a long drive,
and I had to stop for gas,

- and then my debit card wasn't...
- Stop.

I don't actually care.

Are you at the mental hospital?

They prefer you call it
a “wellness center.”

Krishna!

Sorry. Yes. I'm here,

- but Luisa's gone.
- What?

She checked herself out,
and she didn't leave any contact info.

- Oh, no.
- Uh-oh.

Once I tell Luisa
that you and mother gaslit her,

she's going to get out and sign
all her shares over to Rafael.

I told her you and Rafael

were the ones
who had been sending Carl

and lighting her gas.

And she seemed very,

very angry with her brother.

Listen to me, get a P.I., okay?

We need to find Luisa.

Oh, and-and, oh, get me a lawyer,

a good one.

What's wrong?

What's wrong is that
this is my time with Baby,

and you're sitting here...
milking.

Pumping.

And unfortunately,
you fed her early

and got her off
her schedule.

So if I don't pump,
these babies will blow.

Darci produces so much milk.

She's overflowing.

Like a goddess of...

milk.

Well, this goddess

doesn't need another
clogged duct.

Okay, get this
in the fridge,

it's liquid gold.

Come on, Moosh,
let's go.

Ask her.

Darci.

I was thinking,

maybe Baby could stay overnight
this weekend?

Overnight? No way.

Overnights don't happen
until she's a year old,

per our contract.

Now, give Baby to Esteban.

See you on set, Rogelio.

Bright side?
Our really difficult

new family dynamic is something
we can talk about in therapy.

I don't need to talk about that
with a therapist.

I just need Esteban

to get a D-list,
straight-to-Crackle film

that shoots in Guadalajara.

But like I said,

I'll be happy
to accompany you to therapy

to help you learn
about yourself.

Okay, terrific.

Are you sure? Because
the last time I talked to you,

you wanted to marry Jorge.

Yeah, it's a great feeling.

I didn't hear you come in.

So how's Mateo?

Really nervous.

How are you?

Maybe we should
talk about us later.

I meant about Mateo.

And that lying
about the address thing.

Oh. Sorry.

To remind you,

they'd enrolled
in a great public kindergarten

using Ro and Xo's address.

I'm prepared, obviously.

This is the place where we'd get
coffee every morning

if we did, in fact,
live in the area.

And I'm going
to run to my mom's

and drop off toys in case
school officials ever come by.

You dropped off toys
last week

when you set up a room
for Mateo upstairs.

I know, pay attention,
that's just what I told Rafael.

Why?

Because...

Come on, say it already!

Last night...

he kissed me.

What?

I know!

Completely out of the blue.

Well, not completely.

Couple months ago,
you tried to get

- in the shower with him.
- Exactly.

Months ago.

I mean, we're in
a different place now.

Come on.
How was the kiss?

I kissed Jane last night.

And, Alba, it was...

- Not good.
- What?

I don't understand.

You've had great kisses
before with him.

I know. Next level.

And I tried, honestly,
I gave it my all.

I don't know,

it-it just felt...

Exactly the same.

Completely different.
And the timing?

I just had my heart broken.
What was he even thinking?

And all I could think was,
“Finally. Finally.”

It felt like

coming home.

I don't even want to go home.

You have to.

I know, I know.

I'll just...

nip this whole thing in the bud.

Hey, that actually works.

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www.addic7ed.com

Ah, yes. Where were we?

You look like
you need a big kiss.

Ah... mwah.

You're gonna love kindergarten.

- Debatable.
- Now.

One last time,
what is your name?

Mateo Gloriano Rogelio
Solano Villanueva.

Good.

And what's your address?

1312 Mockingbird Terrace.

To be clear,

- that was Xo and Ro's address.
- Perfect.

And we need that
last piece of mail.

Here it is.
Thank you so much.

So many people try
to get into this district,

we need to be really careful.

Only our taxpayers.

Jane.

I can't believe

he's starting
kindergarten.

I know.

I remember when he was just
a syringe on a tray,

waiting to be inserted
into the wrong woman.

I know.

- Oh, you okay?
- No.

But I told myself

I can't get emotional
until tomorrow.

It's just registration.

Kindergarten
is a big deal.

Come on.

Wait. Is this a normal hug?

Or is it weird
because of the kiss?

- Okay, I got to go pick up the twins.
- Mm-hmm.

Uh, I will see you at home,
and we'll talk

about... last night?

Yes, good.

Actually, maybe kiss first
and then talk.

I'm sorry, I know we have
a lot to discuss,

but, uh...

that was some kiss, huh?

Yes, it-it was.

I was shocked

that any part of Rogelio,
no matter how small,

suspected I was pregnant

all those years ago.

And I want to be able
to let go of it.

Rogelio, how do you feel
about what Xiomara said?

Hmm?

Oh, well, um,

I agree on-on some level.

But on another level,

I don't.

You weren't even listening.

Of course I was.

You've been tweeting?

No!

Just one little tweet.

I don't believe this.

I am expected to
constantly tweet.

I'm a tastemaker,
a 280 ambassador.

- But you know how important this is to me.
- You have no idea

- And I don't need to hear
- what an honor it was

- any more about how you got 280 early.
- to get 280 early.

It's important to me!

- Okay, okay.
- Oh, my God.

I'm gonna break that phone.

I would like to see
you try.

Rogelio.

Why are you reluctant
to discuss the past?

Because he used
to be a Scientologist,

so he doesn't
believe in therapy.

That is not true.
Leah Remini and I

totally changed our
minds about that.

It's because we already
talked about what happened.

So, l-let's not talk

about your past with Xiomara.

Let's talk
about your deeper past.

Oftentimes, by understanding
the relationship

with the formative female
in your life, your mother,

it can help you understand
your relationship

with the women
in your life now.

My mother is an incredible
woman; she's perfect.

She's strong, caring,

kind, an amazing momager.

Wait, what's a momager?

My mother was my manager
as a child.

So, when you say your line,

show them your beautiful soul

and your beautiful teeth.

Having a business
relationship with the woman

who's supposed to be loving you
unconditionally.

All that pressure
and responsibility

on such a little boy's
shoulders.

How did that
make you feel?

Well...

yeah, it could sometimes
be hard.

I mean, I had to support
my whole family.

If I failed,

my whole family
would suffer,

which is just a lot

f-for a little kid to handle.

Oh, please, spare me.

You did this to
get under my skin.

I didn't.

She came
highly recommended.

Her name just
happened to be...

Jane.

- And you are Petra?
- Yes.

And I really don't
need a lawyer.

Then why am I here?

My children's father felt
I should hire someone.

Because you were the only person
at the scene of the murder?

There was no murder.
It was self-defense.

Not sure the D.A. would
agree with you on that.

I made some calls to see if
there were any charges pending.

What... are there?

No.

Not yet.

But 50-50 we're going
to get there.

And unfortunately you're not
the most sympathetic defendant.

And this isn't your first time
being a person of interest

in a murder investigation.

Oh.

Got it.

And just to be clear,

I know what this is about.

Well, you see
my expensive shoes,

you know my hotel
is worth millions,

so you're trying to
make it seem like this

is some complicated case
that's going to require

hundreds of billable hours.

But let me
be clear:

this is not complicated.

My sister attacked me.

We struggled, she fell.

Now let me be clear.

Here's what's
going to happen.

First, the police are
going to get a subpoena

for your e-mails
and phone records.

Then they'll go after
the hotel security footage.

After that, they'll ask
for the reservation records,

so they can interrogate
all the guests

and all of your
hotel employees,

so you may want to put
your shoe shopping on hold

because it is

going to cost you
a lot of money to get out of this.

And you'll pay it
to someone else

because I'm not interested.

Krishna!

Find me another
lawyer not named...

Jane.

Is Mateo asleep?

Finally.

So, should we talk?

Uh, yeah. Great.

But first let me

just make my pitch.

And before you say no,

here's a list

of all the reasons
it won't work out,

practically,
with my counterarguments.

Come on, you like lists.

Number one.

We just got back
to being friends.

And under that is
my counterargument,

which is really just

me apologizing for being a jerk.

And-and talking

about how much
your friendship means.

And how much I missed you.

And how co-parenting has
to be our top priority.

That's the thing, Mateo...

Yeah, that's in section two.

A list about how it would
ultimately benefit him

if we worked out.

- “If”?
- Just continue reading.

We take it slow.

Not much would change and
we're already living together.

So we just treat it like
any other new relationship

and-and we don't tell him
for a while.

Why not try?

I just had my heart broken.

I know.

And there's a section
about timing.

And how I know
it's not perfect.

Come on, you don't have
an incredible kiss like that

if there's not
something there.

Honestly...

it wasn't incredible for me.

- What?
- The kiss.

It was kind of like...

I don't know, not great.

Yeah, I-I don't understand.

What don't you understand?

It was a great kiss.
I mean, I'm a good kisser.

This isn't an indictment
of your kissing.

I'm just saying that
I wasn't feeling it.

You know? Maybe
things changed.

Or maybe your head
wasn't in the game.

What?

Well, you were just
caught off guard.

And all you could think about
was all that other stuff.

You can't understand
that somebody didn't

like your “magical kiss”?

Look, I told your grandmother
it was the greatest kiss of my life.

You spoke to my
abuela about this?

She's my friend.
I like her.

Well, then maybe
you should kiss her.

Five more minutes,
Mr. Sweetface.

Hey, hi.

You okay?

Are you super sad about
Jorge or anything?

Okay, because I'm
angry with you.

But I don't want to get into
a fight if you're super sad.

Stop talking to Rafael about me.

You're supposed
to be on my team.

There is no Team Jafael.

Yikes, sorry.

Where is this coming from?

An accident which we made
the absolute best of.

Therapy.

My grandson is starting
kindergarten.

I'm hiding from your father.

All he wants to do

is talk about his childhood

and his feelings
and his realizations

and his realizations about
his childhood feelings

and his feelings about
his childhood realizations.

Now we can't get through
a five-minute conversation

without him crying
about his mother.

Hey!

All right, who's ready
for the first day

of kindergarten, huh?

Ah, memories.

No!

- Go. You got to let Mommy go.
- Oh, geez. I can't watch this.

Please, no more crying.

Honestly, I thought this
would be good news.

It is.
I'm weeping with happiness.

Thank you so much.

A telenovela sequel,
it's beautiful.

Tell me a little bit
about the idea.

You'll drink
a lady scientist's potion

and kiss her as planned,

then, bam!

You start to grow big
because you drank too much.

Brilliant, sexy, I love it.

Does Esteban know
I'm getting a sequel?

Yes, he was told this morning.

Beautiful, perfect.

Is he devastated?

Can I squash him like a bug
at the end?

Rogelio.

Yes.
You are right.

Why can't I just accept
my own happiness?

It must have to do
with my mother,

who...

Well, never mind.

I'll talk about her in therapy.

But thank you,
thank you so much.

Speaking of two people
who could use some therapy...

- Hope he made friends.
- Yeah, me, too.

Hey, I'm sorry
about last night.

No, I'm sorry.
I feel so bad.

- Me, too, me, too.
- I can't stop thinking about it.

I'm so sorry I caught you
off guard like that.

You still think
that's the reason?

- Hey, let's just leave it.
- Do you?

Okay, you are a planner.

At least admit
it's a possibility.

Admit it's a possibility that you aren't
quite the kisser you think you are.

I was put at a kissing booth
in college, all right?

People paid to kiss me.

Well, I wouldn't have paid.

Are you sure you're gonna
be able to let this go?

Done. I've let go.

Mommy, Daddy!

How was school?

School was fun, I made friends.

Can I have a playdate?

Of course you can.
Well...

Yay, yay, yay!

Elijah!
My dad says

you can come to our
house right now.

Their house?

You mean Xo and Ro's house.

I, uh, I wasn't...

- I didn't think...
- Exactly.

I'll handle this.

A playdate sounds fun.

At your place?

Ooh, actually,
we were hoping yours.

We're undergoing renovations,

and the house
is really a mess.

Or what about, um, Grafton Park?

'Cause it's so nice to get
the kids outside, playing...

Oh, I wish.
Elijah has allergies.

Could we come to your place?

Why not?

Because you don't live there.

Uh, they will follow me home,

and we'll meet you there.

Okay, great.

Now, Mateo,
where did you put that thermos?

I'm hurrying.

- Where are you?
- I'm here.

What do you want me to do
with this picture.

Just put it in your car.

How long do we have?
Wh-Where's Jane?

I'm so sorry, my tank is below empty.
Just give me one minute.

Okay, so, Mateo.

We are gonna play a really
fun game this afternoon.

It's called:

Pretend That We Live
at Papa and Abuela's House.

Why are we playing it?

It's a long story.

And did I mention that

there's a great
prize if you win?

What do I get?

A great public education.

Ice cream sundae.

Chocolate syrup?

And rainbow sprinkles.

Deal.

- Which brings us here.
- Hey.

Welcome. Come in.

I live here.

Mateo is so excited
to have Elijah over.

Because I live here.

Uh, that's right, you do, Mateo.

Please come in.

Ah, yes, the playdate.

Be careful or the whole thing
will come crashing down.

Thanks for the reminder, Mateo.

You sure do have a lot of
breastmilk in your fridge.

Ah, yes, that would be
Darci's liquid gold.

Sorry. I know
lots of moms breastfeed

for an extended time nowadays.

I-I hope that
didn't sound judgmental.

No problem, bud.

I am one of those moms.

You know, what can I say?

Mateo's healthy as a horse.

- Can I see your room?
- Uh... Of-of course.

Mateo, why don't we, uh,
take your friend upstairs?

Can I have a drink first, Mommy?

Oh, I'm just gonna go
with water this time.

Interesting photos you've
got in the restroom.

Oops, let me show you
what she's referring to.

Actually, it's a triptych.

Who are those people?

Yeah, actually,
those are my parents.

You have naked photos
of your parents?

That's right.

We are a body-positive,

extended breastfeeding

hippy-dippy household
up in here.

I can't take it. I feel like

they are going to be busted
any minute. Which reminds me.

Of course there won't
be a murder charge.

This whole thing will blow over.

Clearly, that other lawyer
was just trying to scare you.

Thank you. That's what I...

Petra Solano?

Yes, that's me.

This is a subpoena for
your e-mails and phone records.

We also need to review

all security footage
and get a complete list

of guests who were staying
at the hotel the night your sister died.

Of course.

I have nothing to hide.

Call Jane Ramos.

Now. Tell her
I don't care what it costs.

I'm just realizing the cost now.

How she had me sing and dance
for the entire waitstaff

because one of the busboys
recognized me

from a cereal commercial.

It was my birthday,
they should have been singing

- to me.
- You know what?

I-I was hoping

that we could enjoy a
nice afternoon together

and maybe not talk about
your childhood for a few hours?

It's been kind of nonstop.

Oh, well, excuse me

for having feelings and being
in touch with my emotions.

Maybe the problem is that
I'm touching a nerve here.

I've talked all about my past,
and you haven't shared a thing.

Well, I haven't shared anything

because you haven't
let me get a word in.

Okay. Get a word in.

Talk about your parents.

Well...

there really isn't much to tell.

You know everything.

My relationship with my mom
was complicated,

and my relationship with my dad
was perfect.

Nobody's perfect.

Okay, well, yes, of course,

he wasn't perfect, but...

he was a wonderful dad.

I don't know
if I ever told you this, but

one Christmas

he worked six extra shifts

just to get me a
Madame Alexander doll.

A-And how did that
make you feel?

Special.

I mean, I was so touched
that he would do that for me.

I loved that doll.

Although, I-I guess,
when I really think about it,

I would have traded
that doll in a second

for more time
with him.

This is so stupid.

I don't know why I'm
crying about this.

It's called

a breakthrough.

Elijah, don't break that.

Sorry, he's not used

to such nice tableware.

Part of our parenting
philosophy.

Uh, treat kids
like little grownups,

and they'll act
accordingly.

Elijah, look, I have a booger.

- Oh.
- Oh.

Well, this has been fun,

but we should really get going.
Go put on your shoes, Elijah.

So, you guys obviously
don't live here.

It's okay.

We get it.

We just want Mateo to go

to the best school.

Of course.
We won't tell anyone,

but you should be careful.

Some parents are narcs.

Thank you

for understanding.

And we are so sorry for lying.

We understand.

Really, and...

the boys are buddies now,
so maybe

we can go
to your real house next time?

That would be great.

And whoever the porn stars are
that live here,

they can have their place back.

- Totally.
- For sure.

Can I have my sundae now
since I lied so good?

Mateo, you weren't lying,
we were playing a game, remember?

A lying game.

Next time Elijah comes over,
do we lie again?

So, Mateo, you were right.

We did ask you to lie.

How come?
I thought lying was wrong.

It is.

Most of the time.

But other times,

we make a choice,

and we weigh the cost of the lie
with the benefit of the lie.

I don't understand.

We're pretending to live
at Papa and Abuela's house

so you're allowed to go
to your new school.

You see,
the school in our neighborhood

isn't very good.

Which isn't fair,

but it's also life.

So we're trying,
in just this one case,

to make things
a little more fair.

And in order to do that,
we pretend to live here.

Well, what if I get mixed up?

Or I forget?

Buddy,
you can do this.

You're a big boy.

I'm scared.

They're probably not even
gonna ask, Mr. Sweetface.

Oh, yeah.

And I actually had
my own breakthrough.

About Dad and the Madame
Alexander doll he got me

and how much I missed him.

Yeah, but, I mean,

I missed him when he was alive.

H-He was gone so much.

I know, but...

Wha...?

Uh, but, Mom, of course
I was so grateful to him.

But thinking back,

what I wanted more than the doll

was time with him.

It's not a criticism,
I'm just...

Oh, wha...

She was so pissed.

She just shut down.

Clearly, she has
underlying issues

from her own dysfunctional
relationship with her parents.

What were they like?

Well, they weren't exactly
her favorite topic.

And, friends, that night,

our porn stars talked.

And I think I was scared
of what my mother would say

if she knew about
your pregnancy.

And that's another reason
I didn't reach out to you.

And talked.

I think that's why my reaction
was so big when you told me.

On some level, all these years

I've been projecting my anger

at my absentee dad on you.

And talked.

That's probably why
I'm such a good actor.

And talked.

I'm a little tipsy.

Forget Drunk History...

Stain all the
carpets you want,

I love you so much,
Xiomara.

I love you so much, too.

And, friends, that night

was the most romantic night
of their lives.

They even made
another triptych.

Not that one, obviously.

How's Mateo?

Um, he's asleep.

Good.
How'd he seem?

Not as scared, but he definitely
has more questions.

Oh, I forgot my...

brush.

I couldn't sleep.

Yeah, me either.

I don't think I realized
what it would feel like.

Having to explain to a kid

all these different
levels and layers to lying?

Yeah.

It's hard.

And there's a lot at stake.

And we have to be
on the same page

and focus on co-parenting.

I agree.

That's why
I'm moving out.

I'm gonna move in
with Petra.

Just until Luisa's better
and we sort things out.

You don't have to move out.

I do.

Because if I'm being honest,

part of the reason
I was staying was for you.

You asked me if I'll
be able to let go,

and I said yes.

And I will,

but it's gonna be hard

because it means letting go
of something pretty big...

The possibility of us.

Which has been there for me
in the back of my mind

for a long time.

And I just don't think
I can let that go

living here with you.

Me, too, but...

this is best.

It's just hard to...

give up the idea
that something perfect

might not have been
perfect for everyone.

That was about you and Xo.

I heard you last night.

You had one experience,
and she had another.

Which may or may not
have been

similar to what happened
with me and...

she who will not be named.

- Rafael Solano?
- That's me.

Thanks.

It's from my sister.

This is my third message.

Please have Ms. Ramos
call me back.

You scared me.

Let me know
what you think.

Go ahead, read it.

“Dear Rafael,

“It's been a week.
Finally I feel ready

to write to you and tell you
what I think of what you did.”

Keep going.

“I know now that Carl was real.

“Anezka told me.
She told me everything...

How you set me up to get your
inheritance back”? What?

Stop lying.

I just went to the hospital,
and guess what.

After Luisa checked herself out,

a woman named Krishna showed up
asking all kinds of questions.

Even tried to bribe the staff

for information
on Luisa's whereabouts.

Krishna?
Well, she's fired, obviously.

Stop, just stop!

Tell me the truth.

My mother and sister
set everyone up.

They hired Carl to make Luisa
think she was crazy.

I sent Krishna
to find Luisa

as soon as I knew
Anezka said you did it.

How long did you know
Carl was real?

I was going to tell
you and Luisa

just as soon as I dealt with
my mother and Anezka.

How long, Petra?

How long did you leave
my sister in an institution

knowing she wasn't
hallucinating?

A week.

I can't believe Petra
didn't tell you.

I know.

And I need to be
done with that.

With all the lying.

Which is why I don't
want Mateo lying

about his school.

- What? No, that isn't fair.
- Okay. Okay, hold on...

Now, we made this decision,
and I get that you're suddenly...

So I found a studio apartment

in your parents'
school district,

and I just signed the lease.

What?

I sold my car.
Paid through the year.

I'll take the bus to work or...

carpool with you?

You can totally
carpool with me.

You got an apartment?

Don't get too excited,
it's super small.

I didn't even know
they made them that small.

It sounds...

amazing.

And speaking of amazing...

And cut.

Moving on to the last setup.

Give me Baby.

I want time with her
while they light.

Hey, what are you
doing here?

Ma, no.

I shouldn't have
said that to you. I get it.

So, as we close out
this journey,

I just want to thank you all
for your devotion to Guillermo

- and for...
- I got the rewrite.

I saw you crush me like
a bug once you grow big.

And we are officially
announcing a sequel.

Rogelio, do you want
to say a few words?

And in that moment,

with Alba's words
ringing in his ears,

Rogelio realized
he had to be a bigger man.

But not a giant.

Drop everything.
We need an emergency rewrite.

A baby needs her father,

which is why

I will take the next year off.

Esteban will be your lead.

And I will be

your hero.

Thank you.

For... coming back.

L-Look, you were right
about everything.

The police came for my e-mails,

my phone records, my time cards.

And I don't need someone who's
gonna blow smoke up my ass.

I need someone to make sure

I don't go to jail
for protecting myself.

You accused me of being a crook.

And I am so sorry.

Look,

I know this is not an excuse, but...

...this is obviously
a very emotional time for me.

My sister's dead,

my hotel is in limbo, and...

I-I don't have anyone
on my side anymore.

I had my ex in my corner,

but I went
and ruined that, so...

And now I'm all alone.

What, do you get some sick pleasure
in other people's pain?

Keep wearing your heart
on your sleeve.

It makes you a much more
sympathetic defendant.

If you become a defendant,

which I will work hard
to ensure that you don't.

Aw, look, Petra made a friend.

Thank you.

A friend who charges
$600 an hour, but still.

I'd almost say
things are looking up.

Okay, I'm her lawyer.

What's next?

There is no next.

That's all the pictures.
It's just one room.

Well, it's great.

It will be great.

We'll decorate it on
the cheap. I'm a pro.

I'm looking forward to it.

Me, too.

- Okay.
- Hmm.

Let me just ask.

Oh, please, don't let
this be about the kiss.

Do you really not think
we have chemistry anymore?

- I don't know.
- That's what you're saying.

Okay, fine. You know what?

Kiss me again.

Are you serious?

Let's do it. Go.

Sorry. Okay. No.

You are obviously not
in the right headspace again.

I'm fine. I'm ready.

- No, I don't want to anymore.
- It is now or never.

This is your window.

Fine.

- Fine.
- Mm-hmm.

But first,

you have to think
about what comes next.

- I've thought everything through.
- No.

What I would do

after we kiss.

What do you mean?

Like where I would put my...

hand, for instance.

And my...

tongue.

Where are you gonna put it?

That's just to start.

Then I'd...

Okay, kiss me now.

And, friends, what can I say?

It felt like

a telenovela.

Yay!

You guys are kissing!

Does that mean
you're getting married?

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