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Ah, friends. You'll recall Jane

had been working on her newest
book for quite some time.

I just had an epiphany
about my new book.

I want to turn it into this big

multigenerational story

with all of the lightness

and all of the darkness.

And great news:

she was getting good feedback
from her mentor Marlene.

I would love to show it to
a friend in the industry.

- Really? That would be...
- Okay,

okay, the friend is actually my lover.

She's in publishing, and she's a genius.

And Marlene's
not the only one with a lover.

Jane and Rafael were back together.

And he proposed.

- Will you marry me?
- Yes!

I know!

Heart-eye emojis, right?

But in less happy news, their son Mateo

was having a hard time at school.

Mateo is really struggling
with his reading.

He is quite far behind
the rest of the class.

Oh, and Jane's dad was struggling, too.

See, the fate of his show was
in the hands of the studio.

Barry, I need this pickup.

I know! Straight out of a telenovela

inside a telenovela!

And speaking of...

remember Rafael's sister Luisa?

You know, the one who
was in love with Rose,

aka our supervillain.

Thank you for accepting this assignment.

Now let's get to work.

Well, Luisa swore her off forever,

though recently she seemed

to have had a change of heart again.

I even sent someone to
watch over you. "Girl..."

- Hey, girl, what's up?
- I'm in.

What does Rose need me to do?

Oh, and I hate to bring this up, but...

If you do not help me,
something terrible...

I know.

I hope Petra's okay. Which
is where we left off.

When Jane Gloriana Villanueva

was 30 years and six months old,

her life changed forever.

She gonna be okay?

Yes. Unfortunately.

My mother's like a cockroach.

But that's a month away.

Right now Jane is 30 years
and five months old.

And this is more of a hassle.

Her leg's pretty screwed
up. She'll be fine.

I'm just happy you're all right.

You know, when I first
woke up after the crash,

my first thought was of the girls.

What if I died?

Then I realized they'd be fine.

'Cause they have Rafael.

- And you. As a stepmom.
- Oh...

Don't you start crying.
I'm trying to stop...

Too late.

I just realized I'm gonna be a stepmom.

Which brings us here, now.

What's going on?

I want to make sure everything is equal,

so the girls feel every
bit as important as Mateo.

I also think

we should buy two more
chairs for the kitchen table,

so they don't have to
sit on folding chairs

every time they come
over, like they're company.

And I'm gonna spend time

with each of them separately

to really get to know them individually.

And learn to tell them apart.

That sounds great, but
where is this coming from?

We're getting married.

I'm taking on a new role in their life.

And I want to kill this stepmom thing.

Ooh!

Oh! Oh, my God!

I just realized what I
have to do to fix my novel.

I-I've been trying
to crack this chapter,

and I finally figured it out.

I have to rearrange everything.

I need to go write!

- Go! Go write!
- Oh!

And so write she did.

Because when the muse struck
Jane, it struck her hard.

Pretty much punched her in the face.

She had to write.

She couldn't stop.

Though life didn't stop around her.

Hey, good news.

Petra regained some
mobility in her fingers.

She even flipped me off this morning.

I just heard the studio loved

our This Is Mars pilot.

You want to come to
dinner and celebrate?

Oh, Dad, I would love to,
but I am on such a roll.

Then keep rolling,
my brilliant daughter.

Oh, wow. It's sort of smelly in here.

- Still in the zone.
- Stay there.

I just need to borrow your label maker.

I'm organizing my
nursing school courses.

I just registered.

This is so good.

Okay. I got to go pick up the kids,

but I'll read the next
chapter as soon as I get back.

Thank you. Love you.

And finally... after
three weeks, five pizzas,

and one and a half showers,
Jane finished her novel.

Hallelujah!

- Synced and corrected by Firefly -
- www.addic7ed.com -

Ah... it's awesome.

I love... What? What's this?

Uh, my alternate ending.

Let me know which one
you think is better.

Uh, what's the difference?

That comma. It completely changes

the cadence of the last sentence.

Okay, I vote no comma.

Actually, I might go with the comma.

Okay. It's done.

Period. Exclamation point.

Now go send it to Jill.

Ah, yes, Jill.

Marlene's publishing friend.

And lover.

Okay. Yeah.

It's good, right?

I think it's good.

But I also feel strange saying that,

like, maybe I'm delusional.

You're not. It's better
than good. It's great.

Now go take a shower.

It's time.

Have you heard anything
about your manuscript?

Not yet. I'm spiraling.

Please don't ask me about it.

Okay, well, yesterday you got
mad because I didn't ask.

Yes, I know. Like I said, I'm spiraling.

Wh-What's going on? Distract me.

Can you take the girls
for a few hours today?

Raf's showing a house. I've
got back-to-back meetings,

and the nannies have some
god-awful stomach virus,

- so they're banned from the Marbella.
- Of course.

Yes! I am officially ready
to step into stepmomming.

Great. So can I just go over a few rules

I've developed with their therapist?

Mother-to-stepmother communication.

I love it. Give me those rules.

Most of it's just common sense.

And only one sweet per day.

Unless it's Friday. Then they
can have an apple and a sweet.

But only after dinner.

And no cheese puffs ever.

I found little orange fingerprints
all over my Prada mules.

- Is that it?
- Yes.

Why? Do you need more guidance?

No. God, no.

Look, all these boundaries and rules

make them feel safe and loved.

Because if they don't,

they get manipulative and start to lie.

And their therapist said we need

to nip that behavior in the bud.

Got it. No problem.

- Thank you so much.
- My pleasure!

I'm going to finish my shift
and get ready to stepmom it up.

What are you doing?

I'm stepmomming it up!

You're so weird.

Yes, hello.

This is Dr. Price,
your mother's physician.

We need you down here ASAP.

It's fine. You have my
permission to pull the plug.

Ma'am, your mother's
not on life support.

What was that?

She just threw another bedpan.

We really need you down here.

Just put her on the phone.

I won't let them do it!

In Czech Republic, they put you under.

Next thing you know, your
kidneys are being auctioned off

on black market.

Mother, what are you talking about?

Doctor say I must cut off leg or die.

Geez, how many
appendages can this lady lose?

Really taking her down
to the studs here.

Well, I don't know,
Mother, maybe roll the dice.

We don't want to gamble on this pilot.

That's why we're testing it

before we send it to the network.

So how does this work?

Uh, I'm not familiar

with the pilot testing process,

because my shows always
go straight to series.

When they like something,

they turn the dial up.

When they dislike something,

they turn the dial down.

I told you never to interrupt
me while I'm executive producing.

I was just bringing you the coffees

- you asked for.
- Never.

All right, but I will take
the coffee, since it's here.

Thank you, Girl Rudy.

Take me, Steve.

What does that mean?

Looks like the women in the audience

love the romance. And as predicted,

the men aren't as interested
in the soapy stuff.

The doctor,

he might come back. Then let him watch.

Take off your shirt.

Wow. Straight men like boobs.

Pilot-testing seems
like an airtight method.

Our scientists have
finally figured out...

- Oh, I love this scene.
- Oh, me, too.

We're perfectly calibrated.

Excuse me, can you check to
see if the dials are broken?

Oh, thank God. Never mind.

Our passionate lovemaking
has healed my wounds.

Who needs doctors?

Great test. We're really happy.

- I'd change a few music cues.
- Got it.

And then let's get it over to
the network for the weekend.

Sounds good.

That was a disaster.

What are you talking about?

The test scores were through the roof.

For those two fetuses, not for us.

If the network sees these scores,

they're gonna want to
make the show all about

those two mildly talented Mini-Me's

and we're gonna get sidelined.

- What?
- Yes.

Well, that can't happen.

This is our show. We're the stars.

Exactly. So we're gonna
go back into editing

and make sure we stand out more.

Otherwise, they're gonna turn us into

side characters whose scenes get

shorter and shorter, until they're

cutting us off mid...

Some mandarin oranges for
your Mandarin homework.

We're actually done with our homework.

Yeah. Can we have 20
minutes of iPad time?

Which one of Petra's
800 rules covered that?

Well, uh... just give me a
minute to think about that.

Hey, are you texting our mom?

What? No. Of course not.

I'm just, uh... considering the request.

You know... weighing the pros and cons.

Really deliberating.

I think it was, um, Henry David Thoreau

who said, "To live deliberately,

to front only the
essential facts of life..."

Anyway, after much
deliberation, the answer is no.

Okay. We'll just go play in our room.

Oh.

Marlene?

Jane, hi.

Listen, I loved your novel.

Oh, my God. Really?

Yes, it totally delivered.

It's as amazing as I knew it would be.

Thank you.

Uh, that's great to hear.

But unfortunately, Jill

passed on it. She's not
going to represent you.

It means that my novel
was rejected, Abuela.

The agent doesn't want to represent me.

But you know what?

I'm actually fine, optimistic even.

According to Marlene,

Jill loved the writing but just
didn't know how to market it,

which means that she just
wasn't the right fit for me,

but there are plenty of
other agents out there,

and I'm going to get my manuscript

to every last one of them.

Abuela?

No, I'm printing,

and I have to keep printing,
so I'll call you later.

Love you.

Hey. What's going on?

Hey, Aunt Jane.

Don't "hey, Aunt Jane" me.

You're playing with your iPad
when I specifically told you

that you couldn't. Now hand them over.

Sorry.

It won't happen again.

Okay, then, but you don't
get 'em after dinner. Deal?

Deal.

Do you have shrimp cocktail?

Maybe with a side of
soy-braised baby back ribs?

I have chicken nuggets.

Low-sodium at least?

Absolutely.

Look at that.

Super Stepmom in the house.

Everything go okay with the girls?

Yeah. For the most part,
it was smooth sailing.

Wh-What do you mean "for the most part"?

Well, we did have a minor
issue, but I handled it.

What happened? I need
to know all the details.

It's important.

Okay, but please don't
tell them that I told you

because we're really starting to bond.

Also bonding...

Okay, girl, let's go over
the details one more time.

Oh, don't worry, I've got it.
I'm just gonna go to Rafael,

and I'm gonna beg him for the tie tack.

Simple pimple.

Exactly.

I wish I could do it.
If I could, I would.

And in fact, he tried.

No problem.

But why does Rose want
the tie tack? Do you know?

One step at a time.

But she does have a plan, right?

Rose always has a plan,

and the tie tack is phase two.

Pause!

Okay, that was a very sexy scream,

but there was a slight downward turn

in the corners of River's
mouth at the end of the shot.

Totally true.

Can we trim off about
two and a half frames?

Well, yeah, sure, but, look,

if you guys want me to
tweak every single frame,

we'll be here all night.

Good point, Mia.

Let's check in with our loved ones

and tell them it's
gonna be an all-nighter.

Geez...

What is it, Rogelio? We're
seeing you in less than an hour.

Darci, listen, what is the one thing

in the world you love more than Baby?

When you owe me a favor.

Exactly.

And, boy, am I gonna owe you a big one.

I'm on a time crunch at work.

Can we pretty please swap Baby days?

Again?

Esteban is going on a
yoga retreat tomorrow,

and tonight was couples time.

Darci, please,

my pilot hangs in the balance.

Fine,

but I'm not gonna
forget about this favor.

Oh, you're a lifesaver. Thank Esteban,

and tell Baby I love her.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Rogelio is such a...

Ah, ah, ah.

Crap.

What's wrong?

Uh...

just got another rejection letter.

Geez, it's 7:00 a.m.

Let the girl have a cup of coffee first.

I'm sorry.

I can get off work early
and pick up the girls

so you don't have to.

No, no, no, life goes on,

and I still have plenty
of agents to hear from,

and me and the girls
are making real progress.

You tattled on us!

That's so lame.

New name: Lame Jane.

- No, stop.
- Stop what, Lame Jane?

I only told your mother what happened

because we're all on one team.

Team twins, huh? Go team!

Yikes.

Pretty lame, Jane.

Snitches get stitches.

And end up in ditches.

We don't hang out with narcs.

What... Hey, no, girls,
come back here right now.

Um, excuse me. Stop it!

My luggage!

Wh... Are you their nanny?

You need to get control of them.

Just because I'm Latina doesn't
mean that I'm their nanny.

- Yeah, she's not our nanny.
- Huh.

She's our evil stepmother,
and we hate her.

- Hurry up and get ready for dinner, girls.
- So how was it?

- Well, not great.
- What happened?

What happened is that you
told them what I told you,

and now they think I'm a big tattletale.

In their defense,
you're tattling right now.

Who cares? This isn't middle
school, it's parenting.

You said you weren't gonna say anything.

Well, I changed my mind,
because I'm their mother,

and it's my job to decide
what's best for them.

And, frankly, you
shouldn't have asked me

not to say something in
the first place. Got it?

Fine. Okay. Got it.

Thank you.

So any incidents to report today?

Yes, we did have an issue.

They ran away because
they were upset with me.

Thank you.

Girls, get out here!
Jane told me what you did!

And speaking of fractured relationships.

Whatever you have to say, I
don't want to hear it. Just go.

Wait, wait, wait! I understand
how you feel and why.

And after this, I will
leave you alone forever.

But I have no family left,

and I just wanted

something small of Dad's before I go.

What is it?

It's this

gold and onyx tie tack.

It's not worth much,

but it's got sentimental value to me.

Dad wore it to my med school graduation,

and I could...

I could really use a
reminder of a time in my life

when I was worthy of my
family's love and respect.

Oh, wow, she's good.

I got it.

Well, I, um, I have the tie tack,

so you know what I'll do?

- What?
- Take it straight to the police,

because if you want it, then it

probably has something to do with Rose.

Oh, wow, guess he's better.

Raf, please, don't.

Push in on that look.

Now pull out on both of us.

Oh, my God, we look amazing.

We're popping so much.

We're like a thousand champagne
corks exploding at once.

And we're done.

Okay, now let's send this new tape

to the studio to get to
the network. Girl Rudy,

we need you to get the
new cut to the studio ASAP.

Oh, I already did.

What are you talking about?

The network said it
had to be in by 3:00,

so the studio told me to
deliver the latest cut.

Why didn't you tell me that?

You said never to interrupt you
when you're executive producing.

Call the network right now

and tell them that a
new cut is on the way.

I can't. They're at a corporate
retreat and unreachable.

That's why it needed to be in by 3:00.

That makes three.

Three rejections just today.

Hey, it only takes one, right?

That's what I keep telling myself,

but I think I need one of Dad's famous

"fight for your art" pep talks.

- Ah!
- Oh, good, you're home.

Rogelio, tell Jane what it's like

finally getting to work
on your passion project.

Oh.

Sure. Well, it's, uh, horrible.

My career is over. I might as well quit.

Why?

Because your daughter needs a pep talk.

She got a few more rejection letters.

Oh, I'm sorry.

You have to believe in yourself, Jane.

That is the most important thing.

The crazy thing is, is I actually do.

I think that there is an agent
out there who will love my book,

but my manuscript's not
even getting to their desks.

- How do you know?
- I worked in publishing.

I'm getting form letter
rejections from assistants.

The last one was addressed
to "Jake Villanuts."

H-Have you heard back from everyone?

Well, not Isabel Allende's agent,

but there's no way that my
book is getting even near her.

Unless you get it near her.

Did I ever tell you how I got this scar?

I'll make some tea. Remember
your health, Rogelio. Keep calm.

Of course. I'm perfectly calm.

So, calmly.

When I was a young actor in Mexico City,

Alejandro González Iñárritu
was directing a movie about a hobo

who through sheer handsomeness

becomes the richest
oil tycoon in the world.

So I dressed as a homeless man

and waited along the route
Iñárritu took every day to work.

Then I saw his car,
so I ran into traffic

with a bucket and a squeegee.

That's how you got your scar?

You got hit by a car
while method auditioning?

No.

Iñárritu didn't recognize me
and threatened to call the police.

But I didn't give up.

The next day, I went to Iñárritu's house

and hand-delivered my headshot
to Iñárritu's girlfriend.

She was very nice and invited me inside.

Then one thing led to another,

and let's just say that
when Iñárritu got home,

I had to jump out the window.

And that's how you got your scar?

No. I'm incredibly agile
and landed on my feet,

right in the middle of
Iñárritu's guard dogs.

- So you were bitten?
- No.

I used my incredible
cunning and a little hypnosis

and got away, and then Iñárritu

found my headshot under his pillow.

- And then you got the part?
- No.

Actually, Iñárritu banned
me from his sets for life.

But the rumor of our feud

got a ton of coverage
in the Mexican tabloids,

and all of that attention

got me an audition for
The Passions of Santos,

which then launched my career.

So you see, Jane, when you have a dream,

you never give up.

So how did you get the scar?

Oh, oh...

I cut myself while framing an issue

of People en Español about the scandal.

Well, it was the first
time I saw my name in print.

I still remember the headline.

"Crazed D-Lister Stalks Iñárritu."

The point is, I didn't
throw in the towel

when things got hard.

Hmm. Dad, you just came in here

and said you were giving up,

that your career was over.

Well, I was wrong. I'm not giving up.

And neither will you, Jake Villanuts.

Now tell me.

How badly do you want

your manuscript read by this agent?

I want it with everything that I am.

Well, that's all I needed to hear.

- I have a plan.
- I am not going to break into

the agent's house and put my
manuscript under her pillow.

Okay then. I have a plan B.

Planning a covert operation requires

stealth and discipline and...

Moo Shu pork, yum. That was fantastic.

Okay. Let's synchronize our watches.

And go over the plan one more time.

The agent leaves

at 5:00 p.m. on Fridays
with her weekend reading.

At 4:40, you're gonna enter the building

- disguised as a delivery person.
- And I tell security,

"I have a package for the fifth floor."

At 4:48, you're gonna
enter the agent's office

and you're gonna use your decoy box

to knock over the stack of manuscripts.

And as I help pick up the fallen papers,

I slide my manuscript
on the top of her pile

- for her weekend reading.
- By the end of the day,

the agent takes your novel home. Boom.

Dad, you are amazing.

But the mission isn't accomplished yet.

To make it happen by the weekend,

- we have to move quickly.
- Mm-hmm.

Rudy! Get me props, stat.

I also need wardrobe and makeup.

My daughter needs a great disguise.

Wow.

That's a really great disguise.

Did Rogelio call Rose's mask maker?

Oh.

There she is.

Hey.

Hey. Uh, I booked a last-minute showing

that I need to be at,
like, five minutes ago.

And I know I said I would
pick up the girls, but I can't.

And the nanny's still sick
and Petra's in a meeting

and I should really be
in there with her and I...

It's just, uh,

I'm kind of in the middle
of a business thing.

- Wait, what business thing?
- A none-of-your-business thing.

Nothing, never mind,
I'll pick up the girls.

- No, Jane. What about the plan?
- Don't worry.

I've got one. Our cut needs
to get to the network.

We've worked too hard to get
this project off the ground.

My younger self would not

have given up and neither will I.

Agreed. But what does that have to do

with... those hideous things?

I found out that every year

the network execs watch all their pilots

at a remote wilderness lodge.

No phones, no computers.

- No audience testing.
- But how will they know

that straight men like boobs?

It's just the top brass
in a screening room.

Totally off the grid.

But...

here's the grid.

The lodge is here...

surrounded by some swamp.

So we'll need waders and camouflage

fishing vests.

The waders will help us to
safely traverse the terrain.

And the fishing vests will
have pockets for all our needs.

I wanted to get us
self-destructing burner phones,

but Rudy said those aren't
real, so I just got us

regular boring burner phones.

We will wade in through the swamp,

slip into the screening room

while they're at lunch,
swap out the tape

and no one will ever know. Are you in?

There is no way in hell she's gonna...

I am so in.

Wow. Okay.

We cannot let them keep on shifting

the focus younger and
younger and younger.

- What are we doing here?
- I just have

to make a quick delivery and
then we'll be out of here.

What kind of delivery?

Are you a secret drug runner?

No. No, I just... just my book.

And I've been working
on it for the past year.

Actually, years. I've
worked on it for years

and I need to get it
to somebody to read it.

Then what's with the off-brand polo?

You look like a caddy.

It's complicated. And I know

you're still mad at me for tattling,

but right now I need you both
to be on your best behavior.

What's in it for us?

Here's the thing:

nothing is in it for you.

Because you don't do
something for someone

just to get something.

I'm asking you

for your help as your future stepmom

who loves you.

We need to hurry. Please.

Just act natural.

Delivery lady.

Just, uh, making some deliveries.

Per the yuj. What up?

Yeah, very natural, Jane.

Okay, you stay here

and, uh, hide behind that plant

while I take a delivery box.

Shoot, the box.

Left it in the car.

Uh, it's fine.

- I-I can go get it.
- Why do you need a box?

Because she's pretending
to be a delivery person

to get past security.

- Obvi.
- Excuse me, ma'am.

- Can I help you?
- Uh-oh.

Looks like this plan
is set to self-destruct

in three, two, one.

- What is your business here?
- Lose the badge.

Excuse me? Don't you know

who our mother is?

Anna and Ellie Beedham.

Her assistant said
she was calling ahead.

She is so fired.

- So fired.
- Wait, stop.

Let's not fire anyone.

It could have been me.

Now, what floor did
you say you're going to?

The 26th. Beedham.

And you are?

I'm their nanny.

Got it.

Thank you so much,
girls, that was amazing.

A-And real quick...

it's okay that I told him
that I was your nanny

because I was using
his bias against him.

So it was subversive. Huh?
Do you know what that means?

Of course we do. We're not idiots.

What the hell are you wearing?

Oh, I'm trying on clothes.

F-For a work thing.

What are you doing here?

I'm on my way to New York.

Two of my clients are
on the brink of divorce

so I have to do an
emergency counseling session

and Esteban is away.

So I need you to take Baby

- for the next two days.
- Oh.

Oh, but I-I-I, I-I have a, a-a very

- big...
- And totally insane...

... work thing, yeah. The
fate of my show hangs...

Rogelio.

I just covered your ass

and now I need you to cover mine.

You said it yourself. You owe me.

Prioritize your daughter.

I do prioritize her.

No, you haven't been lately.

You've been prioritizing work.

These are the moments, Rogelio.

You won't get them back.

Baby won't be a baby forever.

Of course I'll take her.

Thank you.

And, uh, a little advice.

Whatever Duck Dynasty

is offering, it's not
worth it; you look absurd.

Wha...

I know.

The idea that I could look
absurd is absurd. Mwah.

Yeah.

River?

There has been a change of plans.

Wait, what happened with their plan?

I can't believe that worked!

- Oh, yay.
- Did you see that?

I just put the manuscript
right on top of the pile.

We'll lie for you any time, Aunt Jane.

Okay...

Wait, I... Uh...

I-I did that because
it was a last resort.

But that was wrong
and I really shouldn't

have lied and pretended
to be somebody else

and I definitely shouldn't
have dragged you into this.

So...

as punishment, I get no iPad for a week.

I'm serious.

And I want you both to enforce it.

If you catch me even looking at one,

I want you to take it away.

I really hope that
agent reads your book.

Yeah. Me, too.

Mm.

I think...

this is it.

My last shot.

What?

If the agent likes my book...

- She will.
- I hope so.

That would be...

everything.

But if not...

then I need to move on.

To the next chapter of my life.

You mean, give up writing?

Not give up. Just...

look at it more like a hobby,

less of a career.

- That feels like giving up.
- No.

No, it feels like I'm being realistic.

I mean, my dad guaranteed my last book.

And with this one...

I mean...

I'm proud of what I wrote.

It's what I wanted to write.

But if I can't sell it,

then I need to find
another way to make money.

And contribute. And leave the Marbella,

which I always say I will,

but I keep ending up back there

and I want to get out so badly.

Yeah, I get that.

I just hope she loves your book.

Yeah. Me, too.

Which brings us, friends, to the morning

when Jane turned 30
years and six months old.

The day her life changed forever.

Good morning.

Isabel Allende's agent read my book...

And she passed.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

You okay?

It's just, uh...

I kept reminding myself how hard it was

to get out of the pile.

But I did.

And my work was read.

But it wasn't good enough.

So... I have to move on.

No, you don't.

- I have to be realistic.
- Why?

Because it's time.

I gave myself one more book.

- It's time.
- I really love

your book, Mommy.

Thanks, Mr. Sweetface.

Our...

story... be... gins...

Mateo, that is the opening line
of my book! You just read that!

- I read it!
- You read!

See? Something good
already came from it.

Ew!

No more kissing. More reading.

You got it.

"'I want to run faster, '

he said to the cow.

'But I'm a slow turtle,
and I don't know how.'"

Yeah...

And, friends, that's when...

Oh, my God.

My baby Baby's walking.

You did it.

Oh, my God, I cannot believe this.

You know what? Let's not take this.

Let's just enjoy our time
together and take selfies.

Okay?

The girls told me what you had them do.

I can't believe they tattled on me.

It's not funny, Jane.

How could you not tell me about this?

Because I handled it.

The girls are never gonna trust me

if I tell you every single thing.

Oh, well, too bad. I'm their mother.

Yes, you're their mother,
but I'm not their nanny.

You can't just hand out orders to me.

I didn't plan to involve the
girls, it just kind of happened,

and I'm sorry, I really am.

But I made sure the girls
knew that it was wrong.

- Uh...
- And I'm gonna work really hard to make sure

that they follow through
with their therapy,

but I need to have my own
relationship with them.

For the record, they would have

their own relationship, one of
the most trying relationships

of Jane's life.

But I'm getting ahead of myself.

So no, I-I'm not going
to tell you everything,

but like you said, the
most important thing is that

they feel safe and loved,
which they do now, with me.

- Hello?
- This is Dr. Price.

We amputated your mother's leg,

but she's taken a turn for the worse.

Sorry to have to tell you this,
but she's now on life support.

I told you before,
you can pull the plug.

Actually, you need to
put that in writing.

I did put it in writing.

A text with a plug emoji

and a thumbs-up doesn't count.

You need to do it in person.

Fine.

I need to go to the hospital
to unplug my mother.

Let's continue this in the car.

Finally.

Got it.

My father's watch?

The watch has nothing to do with it.

It's what's inside.

A fingerprint?

Your father's.

Which means we can open it.

Open... ?

Holy...

Oh, yeah.

It's go time, girl.

They always look so
peaceful, don't they?

Before they cross over?

Mm? Oh, yeah. She looks great.

So should we get this show on the road?

Excuse me?

Unplug her?

This is very... uh... painful,

uh, so, sooner the better.

I understand.

I'll get the paperwork,

give you a chance to say
goodbye to your mother.

Perfect.

You can hold her hand.

Awesome. Thank you.

You okay?

Is it done?

No, not yet. I just needed
to get out of there.

It's okay to feel sad.

I do.

Because... I feel nothing for her.

I was standing

over her body trying to remind myself

of some of the good things
she's done, but I couldn't.

She was a horrible,

selfish, evil person, and
growing up with her was awful.

I know.

And you don't have to
cry for your mother.

You can cry for yourself
because you deserved better.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

She's the reason I'm so
strict with the girls.

If even some of her genes
passed down to them...

Stop. The twins are great.

- They lie.
- Oh, all kids lie.

They're just smarter than most.

But they're gonna be all
right because they have you.

And Rafael, and me. And we're a team.

Don't say it.

Team Twins.

Lame Jane strikes again.

- They told you, huh?
- Yes.

- Hey. You okay?
- Yes, I am.

- You didn't have to come.
- Oh, stop.

We are family.

Hello?

And, friends, I did say her
life would change forever.

Oh, my God.

Thank you.

Who was that?

- An agent. A really big one.
- And?

She wants to represent me.

- Jane!
- What?!

- Jane!
- Yes!

Yes!

Oh, my God, Jane, that's amazing.

Um...

- Oh...
- I'm really sorry.

I couldn't get the tape.
I tried to, trust me.

- What happened, did the map not work?
- No.

I wasn't gonna go into that swamp alone.

I sent PJ.

- Who's PJ?
- Girl Rudy.

But she couldn't pull it off.

And between you and me, I don't
even know how hard she tried.

Well, you know what? I-I actually think

- it's for the best.
- What are you talking about?

Well, the first cut was
actually really good.

And maybe right now, for
where I am in my life,

not being the star is a good thing.

What, are you having a stroke?

You're not making any sense.

I know, it's crazy.

All right, but I... But today,

I-I got to see my daughter
walk for the first time.

And I would have missed
that, just like I missed

Jane's first steps, and I don't want to.

And I had a health scare,

and, well, all of that made
me realize that I am ready

for the next phase in my life.

I am okay being sidelined just a little,

becoming one of the standout
supporting characters

that people look forward to,

the one who goes on to win

Teen Choice Awards...

the spice, not the dish...

so I can enjoy other parts of my life.

Well, that's great. That's just perfect.

Oh, come on. Aren't you ready
to slow down, just a little?

And focus on what?

It's different for you.

You've got these great relationships

with your daughters.

Whereas mine

barely even speaks to me.

You have a daughter?

Yes. In fact, you've met her.

Excuse me?

She's our P.A.

Girl Rudy?

Yeah. PJ.

The P is for Pond.

Pond Juniper Fields.

Why didn't you tell me?

She doesn't want people to know.

That's why I'm mean to her.

She wants to be treated
like everyone else.

Wow, I can't believe it.

Well, it's true. She hates me.

That's why I bury myself

in my work, so I don't
have to face the fact

that I failed as a mother.

Well, you know what?

I can help you win her back.

- No, it's too late.
- Don't say that.

I reconnected with Jane
when she was 23 and a half.

And the connection between
a mother and a daughter

is so sacred.

Well... sometimes.

Mother, I wish your
life had been easier.

And therefore, my life had been easier.

Soon, you'll be in a better place.

Or not.

- Are you ready?
- Yeah, I'm ready.

Did Magda just squeeze her hand?

Talk about a death grip.

I'll just sign with the other hand.

Not quite ready to let go.

C-Can I have a proxy sign for me?

Jane, Raf? Either one of you?

There's activity.

It's a miracle.

It's alive!

We should order flowers.

- For Magda?
- No. For Petra.

I have a suggestion for flowers.

Now that everything is in
place, we can move forward.

Is everyone ready?

How about... a half dozen roses?

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