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Friends, let's start
with some happy news.

Jane and Rafael were finally together.

And even more exciting? Jane
had a writing breakthrough.

I want to write about my
mom. Our relationship.

Oh, and her father Rogelio
had a breakthrough, too.

His American remake of
The Passions of Santos

got the green light...

when superstar River Fields

agreed to costar.

And, honestly, I didn't
think she'd say yes,

especially after...

I know! Straight out
of a telenovela remade

for American audiences, right?

Well, imagine this.

Petra was under investigation
for her sister's death,

so she hired a lawyer,

Jane Ramos, aka J.R

And then this happened.

And Petra was super into it.

- Only problem?
- It was a onetime thing.

But it seemed like maybe
Petra was having a hard time

- letting go.
- J.R., wait!

You left your pen.

Yikes.

Oh, and one more thing I
can't forget friends,

even though I've tried.

The biopsy came back positive.

I have breast cancer.

Which is where we left off.

When Xiomara Gloriana Villanueva

was four years old...

Mommy, I don't feel good.

Fortunately, Alba always knew

just what Xo needed to feel better.

What is that stuff, even?

And, friends, whether it was a cold

or a skinned knee,

Alba's magical potion always worked.

Until one day, it didn't.

Don't bother.

I'm pregnant.

And, alas, all the Vivaporu in the world

wasn't going to help with this.

You have stage III invasive
lobular carcinoma.

At least it appears to be stage III

from what we can see in the imaging.

Unfortunately, this
strain is rather sneaky

and doesn't present well in scans.

Is there any involvement
in her lymph nodes?

As far as we can tell, no.

Which is a good thing.

- So...
- So, um,

what are her treatment options?

We'll go straight to surgery
and then we'll use chemo

as a systemic treatment later.

As for surgery, you have some choices.

You can have a lumpectomy, a mastectomy,

or you can have a prophylactic
bilateral mastectomy...

Both breasts removed... out
of an abundance of caution.

All have about the
same odds of survival.

Survival?

Who was talking about survival?

- What do you recommend?
- It's up to the patient.

Some patients like to preserve

breast tissue, while others choose

a double mastectomy for peace of mind.

Though I want to stress, your other
breast is perfectly healthy.

It's your choice.

But I'd like to get the cancer
out as soon as possible.

Yes. O-Okay.

Let me think about it.

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You okay?

Yeah.

That was your agent.

I'll call him back.

You're in preproduction.

- I'm pushing the pilot.
- No, you're not.

Life has to go on.

I mean it. It has to.

Of course.

We all handle crisis differently.

I have nothing quippy to add.

It's just a fact.

Jane, of course, has her...

Research. That's what I'm focused on.

Research and organization.

My mom's so overwhelmed. I just want

to make things as clear
and easy as possible.

Right. Well, let me know
if you need anything.

Oh, would you mind telling Petra?

She knew that we were
waiting for the results.

Sure.

And could you also let her know

that I'm going to need a few days off?

Of course.

Hey, where's Mommy?

In her room.

Jane, I'm calling because...

well, the truth is,

I like you.

More than I want to admit.

So, let's go on a date.

I know this is terrible timing,

given everything that's
going on with your mother

and, well, everything else.

But I have to speak my
truth because, well,

Oprah says it's the most
powerful tool we have.

Oprah. What am I doing?

Jane, I have unexpected

and strong romantic feelings for you.

You know what, just text.

That's all?

Come on, Petra, you can
do better than that.

Oof.

Hey. When'd you get here?

Just now.

Oh. What's up?

I came here to talk to you about Jane,

who, as you know, I'm dating,

romantically.

Yes, I know.

What is it?

Xo's test came back.

She has cancer.

Stage III.

Oh, my God, no.

Poor Xo.

And Jane.

What?

You know, I many not show it,

but I care about Jane

very deeply.

What does she need?

Just fewer waitressing shifts.

And space. Plenty of space.

Hey.

You're early for dinner.

I wanted to talk to you first.

Mm.

I know, after the doctor's office,

you probably came straight home

and started researching,

making color-coded lists

and spreadsheets...

I mean, for a writer,

she really is a whiz at Excel.

I mean, very simple spreadsheets.

Just don't

bombard your mom with
that stuff at dinner.

You can't overwhelm her right now

with facts and binders.

Like I was gonna bring
a binder to dinner.

Okay, I won't bring the binder,

but she has to make a decision.

And she will.

But she needs time.

Well, that's the one thing
what she doesn't have, Dad.

If she waits, the cancer can
spread to her lymph nodes,

and then we'll have much
more to worry about.

Honestly, I think she should
get a double mastectomy.

No breast tissue means it's
less likely to come back.

I actually agree.

But we have to let her come
to her decision on her own.

Let's just try to have
a nice, normal dinner.

Ah, here we are...

A nice, normal dinner.

Can I have some chicken?

Sure. Thigh, breast...

Wing. Breast-wing.

Come on, Ro,

this is no time to act like a boob.

So, Dad, how is work?

Good. Everything's going as planned.

Of course, River's being a diva.

She is so high-maintenance. Literally,

the makeup lady has to stand on a stool

just to glue on her prosthetic brows.

Okay, let's just talk about it.

I don't know what to do.

Where's the binder?

In my room.

Honestly, I think double mastectomy.

The cancer's aggressive.

This way, you won't
worry about recurrence.

Really? Preventative surgery?

Yes.

Dad agrees with me, too.

You do?

But it's your choice.

And I won't pressure you either way.

We can't tiptoe around this.

- We have to talk about these things.
- Jane's right.

What do you think?

So, everyone thinks I should
have a double mastectomy?

We do.

Okay, then...

I'll schedule the surgery.

I guess I'll take two breasts.

Ugh, why couldn't it have been

pasta night?

There is something to be said

for making a decision.

Certainly if you're Jane.

I'm Dr. Park.

Xiomara.

This is my husband, Rogelio,

and my daughter, Jane.

Nice to meet you.

Always good to have a
big support system.

So, can you walk us through the process?

Of course, yes.

Um, during the initial surgery,

we'll put in expanders, to
make room for the implants.

You'll need to decide
on silicone or saline.

And, of course, shape and size.

We have round, teardrop,

medium, massive.

Oh, I just want this to be over.

I understand.

But reconstruction is
an involved process.

I'll need to see you
regularly for a few months

while we stretch the expanders

and ensure you're healing properly.

And to make sure we're
managing your pain.

How will they feel?

They'll look and feel
pretty much the same.

But keep in mind, there will be

some loss of sensation,
especially if we have to

reconstruct the nipples.

Would you guys like a-a minute to talk?

Yes, please.

Of course.

Sorry, it's just a lot to take in.

I know. Listen,

after the exam, you'll just tell him

you want to match what
you have. That's it.

Okay, yeah.

Yeah. And then off to a spa.

I'm serious.

You need a spa day to
relax before the surgery.

Yes, good. No, I like that idea.

Will you come?

Of course.

Great.

It'll be my treat.

Thanks. And would you mind
keeping an eye on Mom

while we're gone?

She's going to the medical supply store

to get things for after my surgery.

I think it's gonna be hard on her.

Say no more. You two will
have a relaxing spa day,

and I will go with your mother
to the medical supply store.

Talk about drawing the short straw.

Great. Okay.

I think a spa day will be nice.

Why are you doing a spa day?

Because, Mateo, Abuela is sick.

Oh, I hate this part so much.

Sick how?

She has something called cancer.

My friend Andrew's grandpa
had cancer, and he died.

Is Abuela gonna die?

No.

She has really good doctors, okay?

Can we pray?

Yes. I would love that. Come on.

How's he doing?

Worried, but okay.

And thanks for telling Petra.

She said she was gonna stop by.

What? Yeah. Any minute.

Oh. Uh...

See, I actually need to
talk to you about that.

- Mm-hmm.
- Hello?

- Petra, hi.
- Jane.

I'm so sorry about your mother.

I brought you some Czech comfort food.

It's soup to soothe the nerves.

Maybe Rafael should have a bowl.

- Mmm.
- Mmm.

There's an old Czech saying.

The heavier the borscht,
the lighter the burden.

Well, I appreciate that.

Jane, I've been thinking about you

nonstop since I heard the news.

- What?
- Nothing.

Good. Now, do you want to eat that now,

or should I put it in the fridge?

What do you say?

- Up for some borscht?
- Fridge is fine.

Hmm.

Finally! A reply.

That's it?

Ugh, this is torture.

Petra, you got to work
on your text game.

Why are you acting so weird?

That's what I wanted to tell you.

I think Petra has...

feelings for you.

- What?
- Romantic ones.

I overheard her saying she
wanted to ask you out,

even though she knows it's complicated.

She said she had to, to speak her truth.

Really?

- Right. Where were we?
- Oh...

Soup. We were at soup.

It's the least I can do. Jane.

- Mm.
- You're important to me.

I don't say it enough.

If there is anything you need, call me.

What's going on with you two?

Nothing.

Do you have romantic feelings for me?

What?!

Raf said you wanted to ask me out.

- Ew! Why would you say that?
- Ew? That is...

I heard you

practicing a call... to Jane.

Not that Jane!

I mean,

it was, like... it's a little harsh.

I was talking about Jane Ramos,

my lawyer.

- Oh. Yeah, that makes sense.
- Smoking hot.

That's exactly why I call
her “J.R.,” to avoid

this confusion.

Got it.

So, does this mean
you're into women now?

Do you get the vibe that
she likes you, too?

It's more than a vibe.

We had sex.

- What?
- Wow.

- How was it?
- Okay, then.

Okay, enough!

I'm not talking to you two about this.

I meant what I said. Call
me if you need anything.

Non-sexual.

- Got it.
- Because I would rather

go to Chuck E. Cheese
during flu season than...

Yup, loud and clear.

- That was unexpected.
- Right?

But we have to respect her wishes

and mind our own business.

But...

But I have so many questions!

- Hey, you got to give her credit.
- Mm.

She took your mind off
your mom for a minute.

Mmm.

Which brings us here.

Talk to me, Barry.

Can I help you?

Uh, um,

I need these items,
please, for home care.

Bilateral mastectomy, huh?

Yeah, the patient has a long road ahead.

Very painful. All those drains.

She's not a patient. She's my daughter.

I am aware that she will be
in pain. That's obvious.

I don't need to hear it from you.

I'm sorry. I-I was just trying to help.

If you're trying to help,

why don't you try and do your job

and keep your useless
opinions to yourself?!

Ah, here we are,

trying to get Xo's mind off of boobs.

Well, let's focus on the
intake form, shall we?

Allergies? No. Retinol products? No.

Is there a complimentary hand massage

after we fill all this out?

No kidding.

You know what?

Let me take care of this for you.

Okay. Thanks.

I'm sorry, Ma. I mean, this was
supposed to get your mind off...

- Off what? My boobs?
- Eh.

Then get me the heck out
of this locker room.

It's a nonstop boob parade.

I mean, seriously. It's
like Mardi Gras in here.

Come on. We're getting
massages and then mud baths.

Did you pack our shampoo?

We don't like Daddy's. It's too perfumy.

Don't worry.

Everything you need is
packed, including shampoo.

You know what? I'm going to
take you to Daddy's today.

Is today Sunday?

Uh, no.

It's Thursday, buddy.

Can we go to church anyway?

Well, why do you want to go to church?

To pray, so Abuela doesn't die.

Raf, I can't talk now, I'm sorry.

I just don't want Mateo to think

that Xo's life is in his hands.

Tell him that's not how it works.

You know religion isn't exactly

- my strong suit.
- I have to go.

You'll figure it out. I have faith.

Hey, girls.

Oh.

I figured one of the
nannies was bringing them.

I do things, too.

I'm a very hands-on mom.

Girls, get in the tent, please.

Mateo, you, too.

You can take my iPad.

Can we speak in private?

I know I said I didn't want
to talk to you about J.R.,

but you and Jane are the
only ones who know about us,

so I have no choice.

Plus, J.R. is kind of a player, and,

well, you used to be a
player, so maybe you could

- offer some insight.
- Okay.

See, I sent her this text asking her

if she wanted to meet, and
then she wrote back asking if

it was about the case, and now,
I don't know what to say back.

- Well...
- Because it's not about the case.

It's about my personal feelings.

But if I tell her that, it
could easily scare her off.

- I think...
- Because the thing about J.R. is,

she's complex.

And a little hard to pin down.

But that's also what's
so compelling about her.

And the way she takes care

of her mother, she's so
patient and nurturing.

But she's also incredibly smart,

and shrewd, as a legal
professional, and the sex...

Oh, my God, that's on another
level... ugh, you can't imagine

But she just makes me so
nervous, and I've never

been nervous around anyone before.

I've always felt so in control.

Like with you, it was just “Sit,
beg, roll over,” so easy.

- But I can't do that with J.R.
- Petra!

You want the player's advice?

Don't get into your feelings

over text. All right?

Just tell her it's not about the case.

And then, when she shows up,

woo her.

“Woo” her?

Come on. What would I do?

A nice bottle of wine,

candlelight, flowers...

“Wonderful” might be an overstatement.

He had to call six therapists
before he found one

janky enough to do an ambush session.

The good news is,

Alba is definitely in touch

with her feelings about Rogelio.

How are you feeling?

Weird.

That was for you to ask yourself.

Silently.

- Oh.
- My name is Satchet.

Of course it is.

I'm going to guide you.

So breathe in.

Closing your eyes.

And as you sink into the mud,

really feel your stress
start to fade away.

Deep breath in.

And...

- Ah...
- Ah...

Focus on your inner light,

and allow it to radiate
through your entire body.

Beginning in your heart,

and allow it to expand

your chest with every breath,

moving from your arms and your legs,

fully engaging your body.

And out,

as you really take this
moment to appreciate

your body.

It's the only one you'll ever get.

Honor it.

Admire the way your body
never gives up on you.

Our bodies are our living history.

They carry our memories,

so thank your body for
making you who you are.

Hmm.

She's not looking too relaxed.

Yikes. Neither is she.

Mom, what's wrong?

I think I just want a lumpectomy.

- What?
- Reminder.

This is a “no chitchat” zone.

You made a decision.

The surgery's scheduled.

Let's focus on our breathing.

In...

- I decided I love my boobs, - And out.

and I don't want to get rid
of them unless I have to.

They're just boobs.

Why would you take the risk?

You heard Satchel.

Satchet. And shush.

My body makes me who I am.
It has never given up on me,

and I am not giving up on it.

- You're not giving up.
- Ladies.

You know what? This
conversation is over.

No breast tissue means less risk.

It also means no breasts.

Careful.

You're just tracking mud everywhere.

Get over it!

It's my mud, and it's my body.

Mom! Wait!

Mom, slow down. I'm just surprised

because you decided already, remember?

Like, for peace of mind.

- Your peace of mind.
- What?

Seriously, would it kill
you to put on a robe?

This isn't a nudist colony.

See? That's what you don't understand.

They don't want to wear robes.

They like being naked

and I do, too.

I like my body.

A-And I like showing it off.

It's part of who I am.

You and I have different
relationships to our bodies, Jane,

and I don't know if I want
to have elective surgery

for your peace of mind.

I'm sorry.

You're right.

I'm just scared, so...

I know.

- Come here.
- Oh, I'm the one

that's supposed to be
supporting you right now,

not the other way around.

Hey, I'm still your mom...

no matter what.

And from a mother and daughter...

to a father and son.

Daddy, I just prayed really hard to God

so now Abuela won't have cancer. Right?

Are you gonna drop the “you
don't believe in God” bomb

now or later?

You know, that's actually
not how it works, buddy.

Just because you prayed

doesn't mean Abuela won't get sick.

So, why do we pray then?

I don't understand.

Your mom always says that
praying gives us strength

to get through hard times.

And this is one of those hard times.

So, if praying makes you feel strong

like a lion...

then you should keep doing it.

Will you do it with me?

Hi. I'm River Fields'
personal assistant.

I'm dropping this off
for Xiomara de la Vega.

I am Xiomara's mother.

Everyone at the office is so sorry

to hear about what's happened.

And, uh, Ms. Fields would've
sent this out last week,

but she was still recovering
from her eyebrow reconstruction.

Wait. Uh, Rogelio told
everyone last week?

Yeah,

when he called to say he
was pushing production

on the show indefinitely.

And that's when Alba realized

that River Fields wasn't the only one

who'd suffered an unfair browbeating.

I just need or want my mom to understand

that a more aggressive surgery

is scary now, but in the
long run, it'll be...

It's not your job

to make Xo understand
your point of view.

It's your job to understand hers.

I've been there before...

Had cancer,

so I understand what
she's going through.

Whatever you need to do to process this,

do it,

and leave your mom some
space for her feelings.

And so, Jane processed,

pouring herself into her newest work,

the mother-daughter
piece, you'll recall.

I thought this was just gonna
be a quick work meeting.

It's a...

Choice.

Romantic gesture?

Look, honestly, all these bells and
whistles creep me out a little.

Well, good news. Me, too.

Then why'd you do it?

Well... because...

well, I just wanted to
get you into bed again.

That's what I thought.

Look, we're not right for each other.

We're both too manipulative.

You're not my type.

Now, is there anything about the case

that we need to discuss?

No.

Okay then.

I should go 'cause I have a date.

Ouch.

Great.

Have fun.

I mean, can you believe she said that?

I'm everyone's type.

I'm sorry it didn't go well.

If I'm not her type, then who is?

Not that I care, I'm just curious.

You should probably let it go, huh?

Move!

- Where are you going?
- Nowhere.

Wait, you're not following her, are you?

No, of course not. Definitely not.

- I have to go.
- Wait, w-where are you going?

Wow, talk about your bells and whistles.

What the hell are you doing
here? Are you stalking me?

What?! No.

I was just meeting someone.

Same place you were, evidently.

Okay, fine. I followed you.

Why would you do that?

Well, because, I guess, I just wondered

if I'm not your type, who is your type?

And then next thing I knew,
I was driving after you.

Oh, my God! This is so not me.

All of it! I don't obsess
about what I'm wearing

or over-analyze text messages

or stalk anyone!

I get stalked. I've been stalked.

Multiple times.

I mean, I have been kidnapped twice.

I'm sorry, are you bragging
about being kidnapped?

I don't know what I'm doing.

I have no idea what the
hell is going on with me,

except that I like you.

Okay?

And it's not just about
the sex, clearly.

And I should go.

Enjoy the rest of your date.

Sorry about this part of it.

Wow. What a wreck.

Hey, bud. Want to go upstairs

and grab your stuff?

Do you have a minute?

Sure.

Um, I just wanted to say I'm so sorry

that you're going through this.

It's not easy.

I remember.

You know, I actually forgot

you've been through cancer, too.

Yeah.

Oh, it is a club you don't want to join.

I don't know about you, but for me,

it didn't even feel real at first.

It was like I knew everything
the doctor was saying

and I-I understood the steps to take,

but I was still detached somehow.

It feels like I'm in a
movie or something.

That's so stressful, you know?

To have to make life-changing decisions

when I'm barely even able
to process my diagnosis.

And luckily, everyone has an
opinion on what you should do.

Exactly.

My advice?

You got to clear out the noise.

Make room for your own feelings.

And so, Xo took Raf's advice

and gave herself time to reflect,

while her daughter wrote.

Yeah!

One more button, Mom.

Got it.

You don't have to have a baby.

I just wanted you to know

that you had a choice,
because having one

it helps, I think.

That's what makes a good playboy.

You never feel like
you're getting played.

Now, if you don't go have sex

with that obscenely hot telenovela star,

your mother will never forgive you.

I'm still your mom...

no matter what.

And suddenly, Xiomara knew

who she needed to talk to right now.

Can we talk?

We can't bother Mommy, she's writing.

Daddy, can we pray again?

Of course.

And maybe it was the fact

that she had put all her
feelings down on paper,

or maybe it was seeing Rafael
put his own beliefs aside

to help someone he loved...

Or a combination of both...

But in that moment, Jane made a choice.

I know I need to make a choice.

And as I've been
considering my decision,

I started thinking about my life,

and I realized some things.

And you're the only one I
want to talk about it with.

Really?

You've been leaning on Jane so much.

I know. Because that's
what I've always done.

But that's part of what I realized.

Things are different now.

I'm different.

How do you mean?

Well...

For most of my life, I've
been a single mother,

leading with my body.

It's how I attracted men.

It's where most of my
confidence came from.

It's how I defined myself.

And it's hard...

to let those pieces of me go.

Because it feels like
I'm giving up myself.

But then I realized...

none of what defined me before

defines me now.

I'm a wife.

Your wife.

You are...

my wife.

And if I go through with
the double mastectomy,

my sex appeal may change.

And that's why I wanted to come
to this decision with you,

because even though it's my body,

it's our life.

I would love to.

Which brings us here, now.

Can I talk to you?

I just need you to know

I'm sorry for pushing.

Of course it's your choice.

My feelings totally set aside.

Whatever you decide, I am in favor of.

Thanks, hon.

Oh.

And I get it.

I mean, we've functioned
like a unit for so long,

I turn to you first.

But I have to look to my husband.

Ma, are you breaking up with me?

No. I'm just saying

there are “you and me” things,

and there are “him and me” things.

And...

Rogelio and I have come to a decision.

And I've actually decided

to have a single mastectomy.

Absolutely.

Thanks.

So, it's time to say
good-bye to my boob.

But not without a proper
send-off, a good-bye party.

I love that. A bon boob-age party.

- We can make a boob cake.
- With...

my husband.

Right.

Of course, that is a “you guys” thing.

Uh, I'll just say good-bye
to your boob now.

Bye-bye, boobie.

Good-bye, Leftie.

Tata and I will miss you.

And though I'm sad to lose you,

I'm grateful for these years
that you have adorned the chest

of the most magnificent
woman in the world.

And tonight... I honor you.

I never knew you had
nicknames for my boobs.

Oh, I have many, many nicknames
because I have thought

about your breasts for many, many hours.

And I will miss you,

and I love you.

But I love Xiomara more.

What a relief to know that

even when times are hard,

romance is alive and well.

Unless you're Petra.

Are those yoga pants?

Wow, she's really taking
the whole J.R. thing hard.

Okay, that's a new low.

What are you doing here?

I was impressed back at the restaurant.

Now, that is what I call
a romantic gesture.

What about your date?

She wouldn't have driven
into a carwash for me.

Let alone a car.

So, listen, vulnerable Petra

is way hotter than ice queen Petra.

I don't need games.

Understood.

I really, really like you...

a lot.

Yeah.

I got that.

You taste funny.

I might have been eating pickles in bed.

Um, I'm gonna go brush my teeth.

Wait.

Okay, then,

these two make quite a pair, don't they?

Speaking of which...

It was everything I wanted it to be.

Now it's just facing the
reality of surgery tomorrow.

Scared.

Really, Ma?

I don't see how Vicks
VapoRub can help us now.

I know. All that time

it was just Vicks VapoRub.

Fine. Go ahead.

But that didn't make it less magical.

Hey.

Can I get in on some of
that Vivaporu action, too?

Is this a “we” thing?

Come.

It really does make things feel better.

But, unfortunately,

it can't stop evil from coming.

You know what, friends?
We've been through a lot.

And since we've been talking choices,

I choose to save this and
soothe us all instead

with a little Vivaporu.

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