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Máximo.

Máximo, are you okay?

Máximo!

Ah, sorry, I'm just surprised you're here so early.

Well, I like keeping you on your toes.

And, uh, you're here with a plus one.

-Uh-huh. -How do you two know each other exactly?

And how intimately?

-Oh. Octavio's just a friend. -Mmm.

He offered to promote the hotel on his socials

and he has ten million followers.

-Mmm. -Mmm.

That's so generous of him.

Yeah. We collaborated on a fashion show in Brazil.

-Mmm. -What, a few years ago?

The real collaboration came after the show.

Word of advice:

stop drinking when the tables start to look a lot like the dance floor.

Hi, I'm Octavio. Octavio Cruz.

Yes, I know.

We all know.

Máximo. Máximo Gallardo.

Named top ten most eligible billionaires

on the 'Robb Report.'

I'll have to Google what that is.

God! I'm starving.

Why don't we have lunch?

Want to join?

Eh... Sure! Why not?

I'll bring a plus one, too.

Since we're doing that...

Mmm.

We're going to get along well.

Octavio. Octavio.

Thanks for coming, Gustavo.

I just need a little backup because there's no way this guy

only wants to be "friends" with Julia.

-I mean, it's Julia. -Sí, sí.

You have nothing to worry about, relax.

No one is a match for...

Octavio Cruz!

The one and only.

-Máximo. -Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

I watched your telenovelas with my grandma all the time!

Can you do your trademark move?

When you angrily lift your fist up to God?

"Why?!"

"Why?!"

"Why?"

"Why?"

Máximo, your turn.

I don't know what you're all talking about.

C'mon, Máximo, it's iconic!

Sorry, telenovelas aren't really my thing.

No offense.

None taken.

Me, I prefer watching

independent films

and TED Talks.

I also love TikToks.

No TED... conferences.

Well Maximillio, then my next project's probably not for you.

I may be playing a superhero in a movie very soon.

I won the role over Hollywood's A-listers.

Okay, well...

Speaking of main characters,

I have a story of REAL heroism,

where I just so happen to be the main character...

It was 1986,

and my mentor and I hadn't spoken since our blowup at my sister's dinner.

Which is why it was so strange that he wanted to meet.

But honestly, the agua de Jamaica alone was worth the trip.

Máximo.

I wasn't sure if you'd want to come,

after the way we left things.

But I wanted to check in with you

on how Esteban is doing.

Oh... Well, that is very kind, sir.

He's doing much better.

I'm happy to hear that...

Don Pablo,

I'm sorry.

I never should've tried to guilt you into stepping down.

For what it's worth,

what I said about the support you've given me was all true.

I appreciate that, Máximo.

That's the other reason I wanted to see you.

To clear the air.

I know we're competitors now,

but I wanted to make sure

there's no bad blood between us.

At the end of the day,

we're peers.

Peers?!

Right!

I'm a peer.

It's weird just saying it!

We're peers.

Well, consider the air cleared!

Only good blood here!

Don Pablo!

Hi, Maxi.

Is this awkward? Feels awkward.

Anyway, uh, thank you so much for the gig.

Your guests are good tippers.

Okay, bye.

You stole Adriana and Augusto?!

Is that why you really asked me here?

So you can shove it in my face?

Not at all...

And for what it's worth,

their contracts aren't exclusive to Las Colinas.

In business, everything is fair game.

I work for El Alma now.

And I have to do what's best for my hotel.

And I have to do the same.

As our hotel rivalry was heating up,

so was Chad and Gloria's secret relationship. One lunch break at a time...

Careful. You might be eating through that wrapper.

Mmm. It'll break down in ten years.

I'm in a rush because I have that big pickup at the airport today.

Oh, that's right.

Hey, what do you think about going on an actual date some time?

Some place we don't have to hide.

Because, honestly, this place is giving me the creeps.

I really don't like the way he's looking at me.

Oh, Juan?

We used to date.

And he's nuts about me.

Well, that makes two of us.

Look, how about we go down to Barra Vieja this weekend?

There's a spot that I love that makes the best pozole out of pork feet.

I will eat any foot to get outta here.

-Wish me luck. -Mmm.

Today has to go perfectly.

Good luck!

It's Máximo. What is your Head of Operations doing here?

Máximo... Just Máximo?

Oh, shit.

All right, I'm just gonna wear this Spider-Man mask.

Oh, that's actually...

It's a... Doesn't matter.

Come on.

My love, you can't let a few rejections from book editors bring you down.

Besides, I have some good news.

Someone is publishing your book.

I can't believe it!

Is it Doubleday? Penguin? Simon and Schuster?

I will settle for just Schuster.

It's Diane Davies Printing and Publishing Incorporated, LLC.

You're the publisher?

Well, I was hoping for an excited shriek.

Or at least a dramatic Spanish gasp. What's wrong?

Nothing. No, nothing. No, I, uh... I guess...

I know you're just trying to be supportive, mi amor,

but this is not how I imagined my first book would be released.

It feels like a handout.

I published your book because I love your book.

And I couldn't bear those stuck-up suits dictating who gets to read it.

It's too much.

Oh, I've had all this work energy and nowhere to put it.

This is the first smart, productive thing I've done in a while.

I'd be a fool not to publish your book.

I appreciate that, corazón de melón.

Maybe you're right.

Who cares about those stupid publishers?

-My writing is for the people. -Exactly!

-Yes. -And who knows?

Maybe it'll become a cult classic like my movie, Monica's Left Hand!

Yes! Oh!

It was like your hand was a completely different character.

Although... ...I do have some notes on the book cover.

I just think you should've used the real us for it.

Our kisses have way more electricity.

-Mmm. -Hmm?

Thank you so much!

Talk soon!

What are we celebrating?

Remember my best friend Azul?

She was just chosen to be Miss Colombia for the Miss Universe pageant

and she wants me to design her evening gown.

-It's gonna be hosted... -Oh, my...

...in Acapulco this year.

I am so excited I could cry.

Oh.

And I guess you can too.

Oh.

Are these the pregnancy hormones or are you really this emotional?

It's both.

Honestly, I'm surprised Azul became a beauty queen

because we were some ugly ducklings when we were younger.

Oh, I'm sure it wasn't that bad.

All pretty girls say that.

Really?

This is us when we were in fifth grade.

Jesus!

Where does your monobrow end and hers begin?

Being ranked number 2 in Leisure Magazine

had clearly started to affect our bookings.

And with Don Pablo pulling out all the stops,

I had to bring out the big guns...

So, we're definitely taking

poisoning El Alma's water supply off the table?

Dulce, I want to get us back on top, not behind bars.

Okay. What if we disconnect

all of El Alma's fire alarms and then we just wait?

Ay, mi amor, you won't believe what just happened.

Excuse me, we're in the middle of a management-level-only brainstorm. So...

-Come sit, mi amor. -Okay.

-We'll take a break soon. -Uh...

Honestly, we haven't been able to come up with anything yet.

Anything? We didn't even really consider fire ants.

With the hotel losing ground to El Alma,

Señor Vera is ready to turn us into time-shares

like the ones he's touring in Florida right now.

We need something

that heightens our visibility on a global scale.

-Wait. I-I think my news might help... -Got it!

Spring break wet T-shirt contest.

I-It's got to be a little more elevated than that.

-Can I sug... -Wet blouse contest?

Why don't we just take all frontal nudity off the table?

Uh, Julia... ...I think you had something?

Well, I was just asked to design Miss Colombia's evening gown dress

for this year's Miss Universe.

-What? -Sí.

Uh, mi amor, that's amazing!

How exactly are your little dresses supposed to help save our hotel?

Turns out, this year they're bringing the pageant to Acapulco.

Maybe Las Colinas could host it?

That's perfect!

If we can somehow convince them that we are better than

any other place they're considering, and host the show here,

it could be a total game-changer.

Julia, you're a genius.

I wouldn't use the word genius too loosely.

-All right. -She got lucky.

Miss Universe? Really?

Yes, really!

People actually watched that?

I think pageants value external beauty over the soul of a woman.

Well, back then Miss Universe was a pretty big deal.

"Pretty big?"

In the 80s, the pageant was watched by millions.

All over the world!

Octavio, you remember...

I was a baby back then.

We're from different generations.

But you have more gray hair.

Because I don't dye it.

Back to my story,

before my dear son-in-law interrupted.

Oops.

No conchas for you, Shakespeare.

Why?

Maybe because the characters in your little medieval romance

are clearly based on us.

Too clearly.

Is this really how you see us?

How dare you make us into obnoxious court jesters!

Do you really see me as some name-dropping apothecary?

I'm nothing like that.

I can't believe you'd make me into some common peasant woman

who can't stop popping out kids and...

I think the baby just burped.

This is insulting!

Guys, guys, please. Calm down.

You've just started reading it.

-Well, at least they're in the book. -Ooh.

Do I mean anything to you, Héctor?

Of course you do, Memo.

And of course you're in it.

You're the steed.

I'm the horse?

How's that any better? Hmm?

I'm your boss! You should respect me a little bit more.

Well... ...thank you.

What did the pageant people say? Do you need me to call them?

I have a more intimidating voice.

We're too late.

What's wrong, "hermigo"?

I-I just called the Miss Universe offices

to get them to consider hosting the pageant here but we missed it.

They're already finalizing their venue.

Don't worry.

El Alma may have this one but we'll get the next one.

El Alma?

They didn't say anything about El Alma.

Did I say El Alma?

No, you said El Alma.

I'm just echoing what you said.

Or did... Did you say it, Dulce?

Mm-mmm.

Has anyone seen my hat?

I'm gonna go look for it. Right now.

That was strange.

And not the usual Chad strange.

How does he know El Alma's hosting the next pageant?

I don't know.

But he was also the only one who knew Don Pablo was working there.

And each time, he's tried to cover it with some absurd excuse.

Dulce, we have a rat problem.

Rats!

No, not actual rats.

Metaphorical rats!

Our hotel is rat-free.

Want a complimentary drink?

-On the house! -Tequila!

I'm going to El Alma.

Miss Ireland, 1979.

You scared me!

Happens often.

Here's the hand steamer you wanted.

Thank you.

What's all this?

I'm trying to draw inspiration for

the gown I'm designing for Miss Colombia.

What?

You're making the dress for

Azul Vargas?!

You know Azul?!

I did not take you as a Miss Universe fan.

What?

You don't think I appreciate

beauty and grace?

I've been following Miss Universe all my life,

waiting for the day I see Mexico win.

Damn Venezuela...

Venezuela's the worst.

It's not enough to win every pageant,

but you also try to take credit for arepas?

No, no, no.

Well it's so great that

Azul trusts you with a dress

that's so important.

Yes.

Julia.

If she wins,

it's your evening gown that will be

plastered in every newspaper around the world!

I didn't realize that...

Well, realize it, sister! You're on the brink of greatness!

And by proxy that means I am, too!

Because I delivered you the hand steamer

that is going to

redefine glamour as we know it!

I'm going to die!

Me too.

"The gown gets the crown."

All right.

-What are you doing in here? -Nothing.

Just want to ask you a few questions.

No need to be nervous.

We know you're hiding something, Chad.

And you're not going anywhere until you tell us.

Oh, you can't do that.

That's blackmail or something.

I can, and I will.

Chad, you've seen what our hotel is turning into.

We're in a free fall that could cost everyone their jobs.

If you have any information that could help us, "hermigo," tell us.

Your legacy, your mother's legacy are all at stake.

And your perfect kissable nose.

Thinking of his colleagues at Las Colinas,

and the fact that Dulce knew the exact route of his evening walk,

Chad couldn't take it anymore...

Fine! I can't take it anymore! I'm in love, okay?

With Gloria, the events coordinator at El Alma.

We promised we wouldn't tell anyone,

but all I wanna do is scream it from the top of a mountain.

Oh, my gosh, you have to meet her.

She's got these cute little baby bulldog snores, and she is a badass.

She is even more driven than you.

Like today, she's personally going to the airport

to pick up the CEO of Miss Universe before she signs the contract.

Wait, say that again.

-Well, she snores like a bulldog, it's... -No, the final contract part.

It isn't signed yet?

Thanks, Chad.

At this time of day, there's only one flight left from the States.

-And it's coming from... -Los Angeles!

Where the Miss Universe headquarters are.

Looks like we still have a chance.

Gloria sounds lovely by the way.

So happy for you, "hermigo".

Dulce and I dug up everything we could

find on the CEO of Miss Universe...

and assembled an elite task force to intercept her at the airport.

What do you mean you don't know where she is?

Okay, that did not happen!

Sorry, but you are not agile enough

to slide across the hood of a car.

It's exactly how it happened.

Ay.

It was straight out of a heist movie.

Except I wasn't "acting."

I have to take this call.

It's the producer of the movie.

Ay.

The superhero one. Did I tell you?

Yes, you did.

-I'll be back. -Octavio.

Can I join?

Just to learn.

-I'll show you, come on. -¿Sí?

See you later.

Yeah...

Mm-hmm.

Why are you acting so weird?

Please don't say you're jealous of Octavio.

Jealous?

I'm not jealous! My God.

Okay, don't lose your hair over it.

But just so you know,

if I did like Octavio, it still shouldn't matter

because you and I are not together.

You're right.

Just go back to your story.

And this is the pool area.

Some would say this is the epicenter of Acapulco, and I would agree.

It's nice but we'll need more lifeguards.

Miss Aruba can't swim.

Don Pablo never mentioned anything about a waterfall.

This looks nothing like the El Alma brochure.

-Ow! -We've done some renovations

but don't worry, you're in good hands.

Don Pablo personally trained me.

Now, where is your green room?

Uh, we have pink rooms, but we can paint them if you would like.

Hilarious.

And the best place to put video village?

You mean like a whole village?

Okay, what is going on?

Has anyone here ever even done a production of this caliber?

Uh...

Oh, Máximo, you're such a card.

He knows exactly where to put video village.

Of course I do! Right at the pool. I mean restaurant.

I mean outside the ballroom!

Exactly.

That's where we'll place the camera monitors

featuring the live feed of the show.

Yes. The village for videos.

It takes a village.

Okay, that'll work.

And who are you?

Diane Davies, former owner of the hotel

and star of stage and screen, including Monica's Left Hand.

Here she is.

Anyhoo...

I'll be here to answer all of your production questions.

Now, Máximo, what do you say we keep this tour going?

Absolutely!

Right this way.

Oh, there she goes again.

Now over here, our infamous bathrooms.

Too many stories to tell there.

-Am I right, Máximo? -Oh, my God!

While Diane had finally found

a role she could step into,

Julia and Héctor were both questioning theirs.

Héctor, what's wrong?

Why are you taking down the books?

Because nobody likes them.

The only reason why I got published is because Diane was doing me a favor.

I didn't earn this.

Mmm.

Trust me, I have the same thoughts running through my head.

-You do? Really? -Mm-hmm.

But you're incredible.

You have a real store with real customers.

I'm just a fraud.

Well, you know what?

Diane actually helped me start this boutique.

So she was my first supporter too.

That didn't minimize my talents,

it just proved that they were worth investing in.

Julia, I just wanted someone who doesn't know this Héctor to love that Héctor.

But they will!

But you have to believe in yourself the way Diane believes in you.

Come on. Now go make that dress.

I mean book. Put up your books.

You're right.

Wow. I didn't know such a small person could have such wisdom.

-Oh. -Also,

what's with all the fabric?

I am about to design the prettiest dress the universe has ever seen.

Cocky, but I like it.

How do you remember all of this?

Because it's you.

How could I forget?

Well...

Sorry that took so long.

I have some news.

The producer of the film loved my idea so much that...

we're going to make it a trilogy.

That's great!

And listen to this, in the last film

Octavio... gets in a fight...

against HIMSELF!

And I win.

Well, you made it just in time to hear

the end of Máximo's story.

Oh we're still doing that.

How fun.

Back in 1986, Héctor decided to stand up for his art.

You know what? I don't care what any of you think of my book,

because I am very, very, very proud of it.

You just haven't given it a chance yet, and it is your loss.

He's right.

I just finished it.

You read the whole book?

Yes!

Your book made me laugh and cry.

And I will admit, it has one too many sexual innuendos for my taste,

but still, the book is really good.

But we're punch lines.

If only you had kept reading you would have realized that

every single one of you ends up being the hero of their own story.

-We do? -Yes.

Those court jesters, their music lifts up the spirits of the entire village,

and inspires them to defeat the evil king.

That apothecary, he makes a potion that brings Queen Diane back to life.

What about me?

Ximena! Hi!

Um, you are just a town folk, but you wear it very well.

And me, uh, well, I'm not just a carrot-eating horse.

The steed is a knight's most loyal friend and confidant.

So keep reading before he's too famous to work here.

Thank you, Memo. Truly.

I mean you spoiled the entire book, but it means a lot.

Aw. Gracias.

I'm a town folk.

Yes, you are, Ximena. Yes, you are.

Diane and I had answered every

question to Ms. LaCroix's satisfaction.

And the runway was clear to bring

the biggest international event to Las Colinas.

And here we'll highlight each contestant

by hanging up a flag of every competing country.

Leading us out of the hotel.

Love that idea. Where do I sign?

We can finalize the contracts right over here.

It would truly be an honor to host you

at the most beautiful, most camera-ready, and without question,

the most pink hotel in all of Acapulco, Las Colinas.

Um, did you just say Las Colinas?

The one and only, Las Colinas!

I'm supposed to be at El Alma.

Uh, yes, um, you are.

It's all making sense now.

You don't even have an infinity pool, that pool was totally finite.

Did you kidnap me?

Oh, no!

Uh, yes. A little.

Look, we were just hoping by the time you found out,

you would love Las Colinas so much that you would look past our switcheroo.

Using one of your Spanish words doesn't make it okay.

Listen to me very clearly.

I will never host an event here.

Now, can someone take me to the real hotel?

Miss Universe 1952.

What about Miss Universe 1952?

Las Colinas is the underdog,

just like you were in '52 when you lost the crown to Miss Greece.

Everyone in the world knew you were the better contestant,

but you lost to a bigger, splashier name.

Unfairly.

My cultural dress had literal fireworks shooting out of it.

But that didn't stop you from becoming the CEO.

You refused to be overlooked.

And I refuse too.

Don't you see it?

El Alma is Las Colinas's Miss Greece.

But my staff is hungry to show everyone they're the best of the best.

All we need is one shot to prove it.

You better have a green room by show day.

And no, I don't mean the color.

Take me to the airport. No detours this time.

We did it.

"Las Colinas to host Miss Universe 1986"

Get me Gloria!

Apology milkshakes.

Uh, don't. I'm just here to get some decorations. That's all.

Please, just hear me out, because it's not exactly...

Save it. You took what I said in private and you used it against us,

and it almost cost me my job.

If you could just let me explain.

No, you don't get to explain because all you ever do is lie.

-That's... -Two months ago,

I thought that your name was Doug,

and that you were engaged to your mom, and I still gave you a shot.

Well, that's because we have something special.

It's over, Chad.

Gloria, please.

Please just go.

This is for you.

Couldn't have done it without your help.

Thank you.

We've always made a great team, Máximo.

And, boy, did it feel good to have somewhere to put all my energy,

if only for a few hours.

Doesn't have to be only a few.

I spoke to Janet, and if you're willing,

I would love to hire you as our liaison between the hotel and the pageant.

So what do you say?

Como se dice, "yes"?

Oh, Máximo, this is marvelous.

So, it took me some time to figure out

if and how I was gonna do this, but...

Here's what I'm imagining.

What do you think?

Actually, you know what? Don't tell me, because I love it,

and I know it's worthy of millions of people seeing it.

Now tell me.

Julia, it's...

-Wow. -Yeah?

Alright, that's enough!

I didn't throw you on any counter. You're exaggerating.

You don't have to be shy because Octavio is here.

I think we should wrap up here.

Mmm. You're right.

We've got to finish painting.

Who thought of painting our beautiful Window to the Sea

like a dentist's waiting room.

I wouldn't mind going to this dentist.

Thank you all for joining.

Lunch is on me.

No need.

It's all free.

Because I own this hotel

and many other properties.

And have a small stake in paper towels.

Paper towels?

Like ALL paper towels.

Okay.

Let's go.

So Gustavo, tell me about this mysterious mural of yours.

For social media.

Hope this helps.

I think we started off on the wrong foot.

I want to apologize.

I really am grateful you're helping us promote the hotel.

Cut the crap.

We both know I'm not here for "hashtag Las Colinas."

I came for Julia.

And you may have your stories and your millions,

but any woman would kill to be with a superhero.

Why?!