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Oh.

Making some last-minute design tweaks?

-Yeah. -An artist's work is never done.

Moving furniture helps me release anger.

Okay.

Right in front of a fire alarm.

Uh, so, um, are you ready to dazzle the reporter from Leisure Magazine?

No, you can handle it. I mean, what would you need me for?

According to you, I don't care about this place at all.

Uh, wait, I-I can't do it without you.

You're the design expert,

and I thought you might want to spend some time together

because, well,

Octavio may have mentioned something about you still having feelings for me.

Octavio? What?

He doesn't know how I feel.

He's an immature telenovela star. He sees romance everywhere.

Aha! I knew you didn't like him.

In your face, Octavio!

Okay, so you're both immature.

Look, tomorrow I'm gonna put on a smile, I'm gonna cut the ribbon,

and I'm gonna show face at the party.

And then I'm leaving on the first flight to Milano.

But...

-Julia... -Oh.

Don't forget to tell the reporters about those chairs

that I had specially upholstered from Morocco.

You can't find authentic Berber fabric here.

Wh-What's Berber?

Who's Berber?

Julia!

Okay, so, that's the pool.

This is where we had a memorial for my dead mentor.

That's a mural my son-in-law won't let me see.

And in there is the ballroom.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

The ballroom?

The famous ballroom from the 1986 Miss Universe pageant?

Mm-hmm.

I mean, there must be a wild story behind that day.

Yeah.

There is.

Is there anyone else I could speak to? Like a manager? Someone?

There will be a Head of Operations eventually,

but I haven't hired one yet.

No one has the passion that I have for this place.

Clearly.

-María! Hi! -Hi.

We are so honored you're here.

I'm Paloma, Máximo's daughter.

I'm just going to steal him for one second.

Yeah.

Okay, listen!

I know you're bummed Julia backed out.

But all of this will have been for nothing if we get bad press.

Fine, you're right. You're right. Besides...

I'm way too fragile for a negative review right now.

Hmm.

Come on. Let's go.

My dad would be delighted to tell you all about the pageant

with many incredible twists and turns.

Great.

It was July...

It was July 1986,

and I was about to embark

on the most challenging day I had ever faced at Las Colinas.

Okay, folks, we're almost ready to go live

to 500 million people watching around the world.

Ah, ah, ah, ah!

That is half a billion people, people!

Thanks, Dulce.

But maybe don't add to my stress right now.

Janet Lacroix, the very important CEO of Miss Universe,

is looking for a few last-minute seat fillers in the audience.

Would anyone mind volunteering three hours of their...

You wanna watch?

Well, I just think it's good for the baby

to be exposed to large crowds at a young age.

Thanks, guys. Hope you have fun.

Oh, this isn't about "fun."

This is about witnessing

the end of Miss Venezuela's reign of terror.

She can't win every year...

Thank you, Lupe?

Okay.

Now remember, everybody, please,

this is not just about how the broadcast looks,

it's about how we look as a resort.

It is the only chance for Las Colinas to reclaim its number one status.

We fail in this task...

Well, I have the time-share investors on speed dial.

You heard the man!

No room for mistakes.

There are still a lot of checks to check off the checklist.

First of which is to find my checklist.

Go, team!

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!

Focus.

Venezuela!

Wow! No notes!

Finland, honey, uncross your legs.

You look like a baby deer.

France!

Oh, some pipes on that one.

-Uh, just a thought, Janet. -France!

Maybe we could have the contestants say their country and their name.

Give it a more personal touch.

Fun idea, Diane, but we're chasing daylight here.

Why don't you stick to handling hotel business,

and I'll handle the pageant?

Like two distinct, organized lanes.

Of course.

I'm only here to help.

I'm so glad we're on the same page.

Oh, very fancy.

Oh, yes, my love.

This is a classy event.

I wish you didn't wear that shirt.

Relax. I'll just button up the blazer.

Look. No one can see it.

But if Julia wins,

then I'll show it off in all its glory!

That's the spirit.

Are you sure this is where you want to spend your last night

before you go to Vassar?

It's just...

not really our style.

I'm just happy to be someplace

where Doña Rosita isn't snoring between us on the couch.

I'm Máximo's mom, Dulce.

Can't be too careful about fakes.

You were just at my posada.

And?

I babysat you as a child.

That means nothing to me.

-Go ahead. -Ay.

I'm gonna tell your mom.

Five away from the opening cultural dance, ladies. Let's go.

I can't believe we're actually here.

Azul, thanks for giving me this chance.

How could I not?

I mean, we've come a long way

since you designed my dress for graduation.

Do you remember?

Those shoulder pads were bigger than your head.

Azul, don't be nervous.

Everything's gonna be okay.

Okay, let's wrap up these interviews, folks.

Gloria, I know this is my 35th message to you,

but just-just give me one more chance and come to the pageant today.

I just wanna talk

and make out if it goes well.

Call me.

This is... This is Chad.

Ay, Chad. Chad, Chad, Chad.

It seems to me like you need some fatherly advice.

-Again, you're not my fa... -It's getting sad.

It's time for you to move on from Gloria.

Move on? There's no one else.

What do you mean there is no one else? Chad, por favor.

Literally the most amazing women in the world,

no, the universe, are all here right now.

You desperately need a distraction,

and Turks and Caicos is staring at you right now.

Well, tell them both I'm not interested.

Miss Turks and Caicos is one person, Chad.

We'll have a geography lesson later.

Well, I guess it couldn't hurt.

My mom did enter me in pageants as a kid, so we'd have something in common.

Blondest boy in Topeka 1974.

Okay.

Go get her.

Don Pablo?!

What are you doing here?

I just came to watch the pageant

and congratulate you.

That airport switcheroo,

very clever.

Thank you. Please have a seat.

Wait.

Are you here to play some sort of mind game?

Are you trying to rattle me?

No, no. Not at all.

I wouldn't miss the biggest event in Acapulco.

I also brought you a gift.

What's inside?

It's a king cobra, isn't it?

Or a bomb? Is something ticking?

Máximo.

Just open it.

Our añejo!

Something to celebrate with later.

Thank you, Don Pablo.

That's very kind of you.

Well, you deserve it.

Just out of curiosity, why aren't you sitting in your chair?

Oh, it's just, it's drying.

From the leather cleaner.

That's a thing.

Sure it is.

Well, I'm off to watch the show.

Máximo.

If you pull this off,

Las Colinas will be back on top

of all the best hotels in Acapulco.

Congratulations.

"If you pull this off."

Don Pablo meant well,

but I couldn't get his words out of my head.

And while the first round of the pageant had gone off without a hitch,

I decided to check backstage

to make sure everything was running smoothly.

God, it's so hot.

Máximo!

What is wrong with the A/C?

It is 100 degrees in here.

This is murder for the contestants.

And worse, my hair.

This event is meant to make Las Colinas look elegant,

but instead we all look like roadies for Whitesnake, Máximo.

Do you know who is melting, Máximo?

Miss Sri-freaking-Lanka.

You knew we'd have big lights and blow dryers.

Didn't you plan for this?

Girls are dying onstage.

Except Miss Venezuela.

My rock.

Her hair's perfect.

Don't worry, Ms. Lacroix.

I'll get the air conditioning fixed ASAP.

I can't believe you made it to the semifinals!

You beat out 67 other contestants!

-Yeah! -Bunch of losers, huh?

Oh, Julia!

Don't worry, they can't understand.

I speak five languages.

Jerk.

Eh.

Oh!

Everything okay?

Yeah, yeah. It's just the heat is making

the dress stick to your skin.

Just one more tug...

and I...

Oh no!

No!

That is Mandarin for, "You're screwed."

Thanks for helping me fix the A/C, Paco.

You saved me.

Please, you saved me.

My wife said I wasn't allowed to see the swimsuit competition.

Wait. Why hasn't it kicked in yet?

Oh, well.

It's an old machine.

But...

give it a second.

Folks, we're getting closer to crowning our queen.

So top off your martinis and tell your wives that you love 'em,

'cause coming up next, we'll meet our gorgeous semifinalists.

I'm Bill Baylor, former Mister Oklahoma.

I know you'll miss this pretty face, but don't worry,

I'll see you in a few.

And, cut.

Commercial break, everyone. Thank you.

Ah, Dios mío. I need water.

I need water. It's so hot.

It feels like Satan's nethers after a marathon.

Hail Mary, full of grace,

please let this angel-faced white man, Bill Baylor,

be okay...

My love,

it's so hot.

I'm sweating buckets.

Can I please take my blazer off?

Hang in there, my love. Not until Julia wins.

Come on!

Hey Sara,

I heard you got into NYU!

How exciting!

The Big Apple!

-So cool, right? -Mm-hmm.

When do you leave?!

I leave in a few weeks!

Aída leaves for Vassar tomorrow.

Ooh, Vassar!

Sounds fancy.

Is that near Park Avenue?

No. It's upstate New York.

But we're going to make it work.

So you're gonna be long distance.

Wow. You're both brave.

Yeah, it was not for us.

It was so stressful.

I barely ate.

I lost clumps of my hair.

I waited by the phone all day.

Until Lorena broke up with me.

In a letter.

It was pretty awful.

I wouldn't wish that pain on my worst enemy:

my sister Inés.

No. No. No, that won't happen to you guys!

Because,

because you're independent!

And strong!

MUCH stronger than us!

-Yeah. Yeah. -Yeah. Yeah.

-Yeah. -Yeah.

We're going to get some air.

Mm-hmm.

Bill, don't quit on me.

Bill, wake up.

It's Beto, your buddy.

Remember our trip to Panama?

Beto, is it really you?

We'll always have Panama.

The country and the song.

What happened to fixing the A/C, Máximo? I thought you had this handled.

We-We fixed it, I-I swear.

It takes a few minutes to kick in.

In the meantime, I'll go get some fans.

This isn't some rinky-dink local pageant in Boise.

We can't come back without a host.

Well, I might have an idea...

-Diane, not now. -Janet, if you just listen to m...

Quiet! I just need to think.

Maggie!

Can't you just stab Bill with an EpiPen or something?

Máximo, if you don't fix the A/C right now, this resort is as good as gone.

We are back in five, four, three, two...

Bill. Bill!

How are we back? We have no host!

Welcome back to Miss Universe.

I'm Diane Davies,

and I'll be your substitute host for the evening.

Now, Bill is fine, and he's resting backstage.

You've gotta be kidding me.

Hot air? Máximo, no mames.

What happened?! Why didn't it work!

I told you.

The A/C system has been here longer than I have.

It's from the early 70s.

Does anyone know how to fix it?

Okay, folks, how we all feeling tonight?

And that's why I installed an energy-efficient A/C system this time.

If it were up to my dad,

this place would be powered by jet fuel and elephant tusks.

I'm just happy you've taken a real interest in Las Colinas, mija.

I'm proud of you.

I'm sorry.

I hate to interrupt this father-daughter dance

that's going on here, but can we get back to the story?

-Whatever happened with the A/C? -We'll get to that.

But first, let's check in with my sister and Aída.

Detours are kind of his thing.

So, the two of them...

Oh, okay. We're doing this again. Yeah.

Are they right?

Are we making a mistake trying long distance?

I don't know.

But what do we do

when we aren't sure about something?

Stop talking and make out?

No!

The other thing!

Debate!

Great idea!

We can solve this with logic!

staying together.

I'll take the negative: breaking up.

Va.

Your allotted time starts

now!

I affirm the resolution that we should stay together.

The train only takes 90 minutes.

Two Go-Go tapes and you're there!

Second, we are savvy women

who know how to prioritize.

We can find a schedule that works for us.

And third,

I need you.

Because we both know the other poetry majors will be

pretentious and smell like body odor.

I conclude my statement. Go!

I stand in opposition that we stay together.

First, the train is 90 minutes,

but that doesn't include subway time and potential delays.

Second, college is a time for new experiences.

And if we're so focused on waiting by the phone,

we won't be fully immersed in our new environments,

damaging our future by not establishing

new relationships in our freshman year.

And third, the success rate for long-distance couples

is 40 percent.

That's worse than divorce!

And that's why I resolve,

that we should break up.

Time for rebuttals!

Aída? Your rebuttal?

Um... I don't really have one.

I guess you finally beat me.

Thanks for helping me.

I didn't know what else to do.

This machine is a beast.

A little trick I learned

during the heat wave of '78.

You okay?

Great.

Perfect.

I try all day,

and you fix it in one minute.

Well,

you couldn't have known,

it took me a week to figure that out.

You don't get it.

This pageant is a complete disaster and it's all my fault.

When Janet toured the resort I told her we could pull this off.

But a good leader would've anticipated this problem.

If you were still here,

none of this would have happened.

Máximo.

When I had your job,

I felt all the same things you're feeling.

It's normal to second guess yourself.

But when it mattered most, I failed.

I lied before.

The real reason I haven't sat in the chair

is because I don't feel like I've earned it.

Listen.

Now is the time to start trusting your own instincts.

In your intuition.

They got you this far.

In big moments,

you have to fall back on that.

And in regards to that chair,

I hated it.

It squeaks!

I didn't take it with me for a reason.

It's just a chair, Máximo.

Meanwhile, Chad was deep into his date

with Turks and Caicos,

but he decided to focus on a third woman:

Gloria.

You know, Gloria has this dream of owning a farm one day.

I'd tend to the fields and she'd milk the goats.

She does this impression of a goat that's kind of like a... a...

No, it's... it's, like, actually a higher register. It's...

-No, it's... -That's okay. I can imagine it.

You've painted a very detailed picture of your ex.

Sorry, I di-didn't mean to ramble on about Gloria.

That's okay.

Her laugh, her smile, the smell of her hair...

I'm doing it again. I'm sorry. I-I'll stop.

Thanks for listening, Claudette.

I'm really glad that you got disqualified.

Yeah.

Talking to you about your ex was a great consolation prize.

How about a hug?

Oh.

Oh. Okay.

-I had no idea how much I needed this. -Mmm.

Oh, uh, I forgot to tell you about my days as a pageant boy...

All righty.

Take care now.

And we are back in 60 seconds, people.

How fabulous is this? They love me.

Today you're not just mi reina, mi reina.

You're everyone's reina.

I can't believe you just waltzed on that stage without consulting me.

Janet, I tried, but you shut me out.

And I think we can both agree it's better to have a host than no host at all.

Thirty seconds, everyone.

Okay. I'll let you be.

Good luck.

Diane, let me make it crystal clear.

These are your interview questions.

Stick to the script.

Last chance, ladies. Five, four, three...

Julia, we're running out of time.

-Just pin it. -No, I can do it.

Just trust me.

It's time for evening gowns and interviews.

May I present to you our five finalists.

Miss Finland.

Miss Venezuela.

Come on. Julia.

Miss Mexico.

Miss Chad.

Oh, that's neat.

And Miss Colombia.

Go, go, go!

With the event finally on track,

I made it back in time to see Julia's big moment.

Everything we'd both worked for was coming together.

It's beautiful, mi amor.

It is... Isn't it?

Wow. Julia does seem very talented.

She is.

It's why I hired her to design the hotel.

She inspires me.

Truthfully, none of this would've happened without her.

This Berber chair,

she got it especially upholstered from Morocco.

Hmm. That's not Berber.

That one is.

Oh.

But it does seem like you and Julia have quite the history.

We do. So much history.

No, no, no, no. Keep it light. Keep it bright.

Okay. So...

-Sara and Aída had just broken up. -Hmm.

-Hey, here. Here. -Mmm? Oh, okay.

What are we doing, Aída?

Why are we letting other people get in our head?

Because...

you made some really compelling points before.

That statistic about long-distance couples.

I made that up!

I made that up.

Look, I know I made a logical argument.

But love isn't logical.

Aída.

When you love someone, it should be.

Hold on.

Are you saying,

you love me?

Well.

I'm not saying I don't love you.

I love you, too.

You know this means I actually won the debate, right?

Let me tell you.

Well.

The young lady can have this win.

Thank you! Thank you!

Well, thank you, Miss Mexico, for that very relatable answer

on how you maintain your perfect figure.

All right, next up we have Miss Colombia.

As Diane looked at her questions,

like "Who's your dream guy?"

And "Describe your ultimate shopping spree,"

she was flooded with memories of her difficult time in Hollywood.

Now that she was on the other side,

Diane wanted to ask the questions she wanted to answer.

You know what, folks?

I think we're going to mix things up a bit.

Azul, what feeds your soul?

Well...

You know...

I think it's my friends.

And one of my oldest friends designed the dress I'm wearing today.

Julia González.

She's always been thoughtful,

and that's evident in the story behind this dress.

It is made out of stones in the colors of Caño Cristales,

a place we went to every summer as kids in Colombia.

And to get the chance to collaborate with her,

that truly feeds my soul.

Thank you.

The river they played in as kids?!

Nope. This is too much for me.

I can't.

I can't!

I know, it's emotional, my love.

Relax. This dress is cute, but

it's no Miss Ethiopia 1978. THAT was a dress.

My water just broke!

Sorry Memo,

I thought I might be having contractions,

but I couldn't miss Julia's dress reveal!

Breathe! Breathe!

Lorena's in labor!

Lorena's in labor!

Maggie!

Who the hell is Lorena?

Uh, she's a seat filler.

A seat filler?

Dear God. We have to get her out immediately.

I agree. I am so sorry. It is unacceptable.

It's all right, everyone. Just a little commotion.

She's not just a seat filler.

She's a dear friend and one of my best employees.

And she's clearly in pain right now.

We can't make any decisions

before I have someone check on Lorena's health.

The hell you will.

Máximo, if you interrupt the broadcast, it will ruin our reputation as a resort.

Like Don Pablo had told me,

I needed to trust my instincts, no matter what the consequences were.

I don't care.

If choosing the safety of my team

is really what is going to break this hotel,

it's fine.

It's not the hotel we want to be.

Oh.

Our Head of Operations, Máximo, has graced us with his presence.

Qué fun!

Hello, everyone. And viewers.

I'm sorry for interrupting this special evening,

but the program will have to wait.

This is an emergency.

A member of my team is about to give birth, and she needs our help.

Is there a doctor in the house?

I am.

Of course she's a doctor!

How wonderful.

Cut to commercial. Now!

It's going to be okay, Lorena. Everything's going to be okay.

Yes, my love. Just breathe in through your nose.

Or mouth.

God, which is it?

Thank God you're here, Dr. Miss Venezuela. Thank you so much.

Of course. Lorena, how are you holding up?

It's not like they say in the books!

It's definitely worse.

I'm just going to do a quick exam.

Okay.

Okay.

It's time to move you to a more private room.

That being said, this baby is coming soon.

Soon? Like how soon?

I don't have my bouncy ball from lamaze...

YOU'LL BE FINE, MEMO!

Okay!

Okay, okay! Let's go to a private room, my love!

Come on, my love. Come on.

All righty, everyone. And we're back in five, four, three...

Welcome back, everyone.

What a night, huh?

I am with you honey. You can do this!

And the crown goes to...

She's crowning!

Miss Colombia!

Bravo! Bravo!

Go for it, my love!

Let's go, Julia!

We're naming her Lupita.

Oh. I'm honored.

Lupita Venezuela Reyes Molina.

At least my name is in first place.

I can't even believe that.

I mean, you were Mister Oklahoma for four years in a row.

-How'd you do that? -Ah, it was a long road.

Trying different talents, uh, new teeth.

-Oh. -You can't just be a one-trick pony.

You have to tell a story onstage that dazzles the judges

and really brings them into your world.

My talent was a roller-skating routine to the song "Macho Man."

That's good too.

Thank you.

To the new Miss Universe.

To the next big fashion designer.

That was a rough one.

You did great.

But yeah, that whole thing was a mess.

This is probably it for me.

But at least Memo and Lorena's baby is healthy.

That's what matters. Right?

Oh, Máximo, you did the right thing.

So, that was a total train wreck.

But I just got off the phone with corporate, and...

...they loved it.

-What? -They did?

The phones are ringing off the hook and people are going crazy

over the "double crowning" on the ten o'clock news!

Wow, that's incredible.

Ah, Diane.

As much as I hate to admit it, you were a hit.

I'll be in touch about hosting again next year.

Well, well, well. I told you.

You really are the queen of reinvention, mi reina.

Watch out. You're dropping your drink.

Well, things got pretty out of hand back there, huh?

And so much of it was your fault.

But I respect a man who can go against me.

Looks like I won't have to be making that call to Florida after all, huh?

Cheers to Las Colinas!

Drinks on the house!

One round! Only one round!

Okay, that turned out to be a pretty great story.

Thank God for this one to come along and save the day.

What is your title here, by the way? I'd love to include you in the article.

-Well, uh... -Head of Operations.

Really?

That's great.

I thought about it, and I think I can make a real impact here.

Oh. I might've been stalling on hiring someone,

hoping this would happen.

It was pretty obvious, Dad. But how'd you know I'd come around?

Mija,

you've been leading this place effortlessly for six months.

I was just waiting for you to realize it.

Sometimes it just takes a little extra time

to believe in yourself.

[Take a seat, Máximo!

All right. I think I got all I need.

I hope the grand reopening goes well.

I'll be reaching out to Julia for some quotes.

It's a shame she couldn't be here.

Yeah. A shame for both of us...

I'll walk you out.