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Previously on "Broke..."

My family used to be just me and my mom.

Until one day the doorbell rang.

It was my mom's sister Aunt Lizzie...

- Hi there! - Jackie, it is us!

...her husband Tío Javi, and Luis.

Who is Luis, you ask?

Luis is my assistant, my driver,

but more importantly, my friend.

Tío Javi messed up and lost all his money,

so he and Aunt Lizzie had to move in with us,

which is great because now the house is loud and busy and fun,

and I hope it stays that way.

Sammy, get ready for school!

You overslept!

Why didn't you wake me up earlier?!

Because I overslept!

Lizzie, that food is for people.

Bijou thinks she's a person.

Well, she's the only person that pees in the backyard.

Jackie, please be more sensitive.

It has been very hard on Bijou

since Javier's father cut us off financially.

Seriously? It's hard on Bijou?

Well, your sister projects onto the dog

when she's feeling emotional.

That is why Bijou and I went to couples therapy

in Vienna.

The more you explain your life, the less I understand it.

Where's the instant oatmeal?

Oh, I was feeling peckish last night and finished it.

But don't worry, I already put it

on the grocery list. Luis.

Take a picture of me with the grocery list

- and send it to mi papá. - Because...?

Because I want to show him how responsible I've become.

Perhaps it will inspire him to give me my money back.

Do you think that'll work?

Anything is possible.

Though some things are less possible than others.

Oh, good morning, Sammy.

- Good morning. - Good morning, sleepyhead.

Morning, Mom.

Sweetie, I know you were looking forward to it,

but your dad's not gonna be able to take you to Six Flags

this weekend.

But he promised.

I know. I'm sorry.

Sammy, how about if I take you instead?

Really? Tío Javi, you're the best.

Mm, I do have my moments.

Sammy, go put on your shoes.

We're gonna go to Trader Joe's

and get free samples for breakfast.

I am so excited to take him to Six Flags.

I just have one question.

What is Six Flags?

It's a really expensive amusement park.

Ooh.

Dude, where are you gonna get the money

to take Sammy there?

Well, I was hoping you had a jar with, with money,

for surprise fun things?

I do. And this month I used the fun jar

to pay fun bills.

Just so you know, Bijou hates it when you're sarcastic.

Look, I already have one child.

And I don't need two more.

If you guys are gonna live here, you're gonna have to contribute.

And where do you think we're gonna find the money to do that?

Get jobs!

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Well, all right. We've avoided it long enough.

We have to contribute. The three of us live here,

so we should all get jobs.

Actually, I don't live here.

I have my own apartment, and I already have a job:

assisting you.

Ah, yes. Sometimes I forget that our friendship,

as deep as it runs, it is paid for by mi papá.

It makes almost no difference at all.

Agreed.

Well, the good news is, we only have to find two jobs.

Well, I don't even know where to start.

Well, start by asking yourself,

what is something you love?

I love not having a job.

There may not be much money in that.

I know it's hard for you, mi amor,

but it could be worse.

Luis could not have a job.

Oh, I'm sure I would find something.

It's okay, I've worked before and I'll work again.

As it says on my vision board,

"Reach for a star, put it in your pocket,

And shine."

Shine on, my love!

Luis, I'm starting to get excited about getting a job.

Besides helping out in the house,

I will have money to take Sammy

to the very expensive amusement park.

But what to do? What to do?

A wise man once said,

"You should find something you love."

It was me.

Well, I love travel. Music. People.

I know the perfect job for you.

Excuse me, who are you?

I'm your driver.

And who's he?

Oh, he's my driver.

I used to be very rich, lost all my money, long story.

Anyway,

I am here with mints and conversation

to make your rideshare experience special.

Now where are you going?

Um, Santa Monica, but I...

Not the location. I know that from the app.

I mean, where you dream of going in life.

Luis, please drive while I get to know this, uh...

Doug Muriera.

Dude.

You are literally breathing down my neck.

I need to make sure you're not overpouring.

Whether you like it or not, I'm the manager here now.

And we're going through bottles

like this is a really popular bar.

Look around.

It's not.

Is this coming from you or your mommy?

From her.

But in her capacity as owner, not mommy.

All right?

Just so you know,

overpouring's the only reason people come here.

Thank you, Keith.

Luis, what are you doing here?

I thought you were working with Javier.

I was. And things were great when our passenger was a man.

You must propose to her right away, Doug Muriera,

or you will regret it forever.

Mm-hmm.

But when it was a woman...

Hello, Monique.

Get ready for the ride of your life.

Apparently, in America a woman is leery

about getting into a car with two strange men.

Is it different in Mexico?

Not really.

Jackie! Luis! Guess what happened.

You got a job?

This game's not fun when you guess right.

Anyway, I was feeling a little down, so,

as one does, I went to go touch

this season's new handbags at Neiman Marcus.

And while I was there,

I stopped a short-waisted woman

from buying a boatneck top

and directed her to a more flattering shape.

A drop waist jumper.

Exactly, Luis.

Anyway,

the store manager saw this, and we got to talking,

and he offered me a job as a personal shopper!

My Grandma Rose is my personal shopper.

I believe you.

That is great, Lizzie.

Agreed. Javier will be so proud

- of his hardworking wife. - Whoa.

You're not single?

I thought we were vibing.

And what's great, Jackie?

It's not just any job.

It's important work.

Life-changing work.

You might get a Nobel Prize for shopping.

I'm transforming people into who they want to be

and sometimes who they don't even know they are.

It's like you're the Mother Teresa of retail.

Seriously, do you have to dump on everything I do?

What's wrong with her? I was just joking.

Do you want to hear what you want to hear,

or do you want to hear the truth?

The truth. But say it in a way that I want to hear.

Sometimes you do not see

the strides Elizabeth is making.

Things have been difficult for her.

It is hard to have

the rug pulled out from under you.

And I realize the strides you've made,

how difficult things have been for you.

Something about a rug.

And I just

want you to know how proud I am of you for getting a job.

Really?

Really.

Thank you.

I mean, it's pretty much the perfect job for me.

As a personal shopper, I study my client,

get a sense of their style, and then pick out clothes

that scream, "Hello, world.

I've grabbed a star and put it in my pocket."

Good for you.

In fact...

What?

Lizzie, no.

Absolutely not.

I didn't say anything.

You want to play dress-up on me like we did when we were kids.

You can try on all the tall people clothes

that I can't wear.

Oh, not that I don't appreciate

the hillbilly chic thing you have.

I don't know, Lizzie.

Oh, come on.

You were so mean to me before.

Okay, but nothing too ridiculous.

Don't worry.

It'll be the perfect amount of ridiculous.

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So, what do you think?

Damn, I look good.

Oh, my God.

Did they add three extra zeroes to this by mistake?

They did not.

Aah! I have to get out of these clothes.

I'm afraid I'm gonna sweat in them.

Oh! Not before you try on the hat.

It will really tie the whole look together.

Lizzie, no. I will look like a pimp.

Ah, the cutest pimp in Reseda.

Lizzie, no.

Lizzie! WOMAN: Henry?

Darling, wait downstairs, I need to shop

- just a little more. - No.

No, no, no, no, no,

no, no, no, no.

No!

It's my friend Roberta Myles.

This is a disaster.

I thought you just said she was your friend.

I didn't say she was a friend I liked.

If she sees I've been forced to take a job here, it would just

- be so embarrassing. - Why?

Okay, hurry.

I-If she comes in here, I need you to pretend like

you're the personal shopper

- and I'm the customer. - Lizzie, no.

I don't know anything about shopping.

I buy my clothes at the Quickmart

attached to the gas station.

Just tell me why that would look good on me.

Um...

This dress would be darling on you.

It's got two sleeves

and it has a, a fancy hole to put your fancy head through.

And, uh, what sort of shoes

would you recommend to go with this?

Boatneck shoes, of course.

Hello?

- Is there a personal shopper here? - Hide me.

Oh... Lizzie, no.

No... no.

Do you have

the green Versace dress that's on the mannequin?

In a size zero.

Size zero? Oh, that sounds really unhealthy.

You should probably eat something.

Uh, we actually do have that dress,

and it would look fantastic on you.

I'll have it sent up.

Just continue to browse.

It wasn't Roberta, thank God.

I can't believe that you just did all that

just so no one would know you have a job.

You have no idea how gossip spreads.

We just need to keep up appearances

so Javi and I can step back into our real lives

with minimal damage once we get our money back.

So, this isn't real life?

Well, I mean, you know what I mean.

I just want things the way they were.

Oh, come on.

I mean, you can understand that, right?

Yeah, I can.

I was gonna change, I was just trying to make a point.

We're headed for water. Now, Luis, now.

Incredible, Sammy.

And this cardboard thing you invented, they're genius.

Well, I didn't invent them.

I learned how to make them on YouTube.

Your only flaw is your modesty.

Anyway,

who needs or can afford Six Flags?

I felt like I was actually aboard

the Goliath roller coaster in Holland.

I've never been to Holland.

Not even during tulip season?

As soon as I get my money, we are going.

Going where?

To Holland to ride roller coasters.

Yeah. Of course. Perfect. Sammy, get your homework.

You're going to the bar with me tonight.

- Aw, can't I stay with Tío Javi? - Of course.

No.

If you don't mind me asking...

I do. I have boundaries.

Apologies, rhetorical device. I was trained in classical debate.

Why can't he stay with me?

Because I am his mom.

But I'm here now and I can help you.

Yeah, but we can't rely on that.

Sammy has to live in the real world.

I don't want him thinking that life

is about someone waiting on you hand and foot.

Iced macchiato?

Thank you, Luis.

Sammy is coming to the bar with me.

I want him to learn now that there's no such thing

as a free lunch.

I packed you a small charcuterie plate for your shift.

Perfect. Thank you.

Some more egg and avocado?

Oh, yes. Thank you so very much.

Thank God Luis knows how to whip up face masks.

I swear, Reseda deposits dirt directly into my pores.

We should've had them lasered shut in Zurich

when we had the chance.

Yeah.

I know, you're right.

I need to think on the bright side.

Like you always say, it could be worse.

Could it, though?

What's wrong, Javi?

It's just that life as a rideshare driver

isn't always that fulfilling.

But what gets me through the boring part of driving...

when my customers will connect

to my iPhone charger and not to me...

is knowing that I would get to spend time with Sammy after.

I never knew that having a kid

in my life would mean so much to me.

But Jackie doesn't want me to spend time with him

because she says that I am unreliable and a bad influence.

Stop it. You are a wonderful influence.

Am I? I haven't exactly lived a very responsible life.

That is not what this is about.

She is mad at me, not you.

We got into a fight earlier.

She'd rather take her son to a bar on a school night

than leave him alone with me.

That's not about you.

Wait. Where are you going?

To wash off this mask and talk to my sister.

No.

Not for three more minutes.

Hey. Jackie.

Your kid's up in my office doing homework.

I'm sorry, Derek. I know you have

a strict no work policy in your office.

Oh, yeah? Well, I know you got a strict smart-mouth policy

in the bar area.

Boom. If you're looking for the mic,

it's on the floor where I dropped it.

There's only one way to get back at him, Jackie.

Marry me.

Keith, you're too good for me.

I get it.

You're pissed at me for being embarrassed

about my circumstances. Fine.

But do not take it out on Javier.

He thinks you don't want him to spend time with Sammy.

I don't.

Why not? I mean, he's completely reliable.

Yes, he bought fur coats for his horses,

but he's the best man I know.

I mean, he's kind,

optimistic, caring.

Yeah, no kidding. He's also super fun.

Exactly. So what's the problem?

Sammy already loves him.

And like you said, you guys are gonna go back

to the way you were and leave us behind.

What am I supposed to tell Sammy?

His dad already lets him down enough.

Jackie, I didn't mean it like that.

I'm not gonna leave you behind.

We're staying in each other's lives, for Sammy and for me.

Please. You're embarrassed by me.

It's not you.

It's just everything you represent.

Is that all?

I mean, the feeling I had living here,

like never being enough, always feeling inferior.

That's what I was trying to leave behind.

But I left behind too much.

I mean, these past few weeks,

getting to hang out with you,

I just realized how much I missed you.

I missed you, too.

And that's why it hurt me so much,

the thought of you just disappearing again.

Well, I won't.

I mean, do you know low long

it's been since I laughed like we did at Neiman's?

I'm not giving that up for anything.

And what if you got all your money back?

Well, I'm not giving that up for almost anything.

Tub talk?

What are you doing, hiding in my bathroom?

Sorry... Bad timing. I thought you'd brush your teeth first.

It's just that your sister told me this was a place

where you used to have special talks.

Well, make it fast, please.

Okay, yes. Okay. Okay, well, um...

I talked to Elizabeth, and I understand why you were upset

and why you didn't want me spending

so much time with Sammy.

Just know that I will always respect your wishes.

Wish number one: that I get to pee soon.

Understood.

But wait.

Sammy loves spending time with you.

And he says that you inspire him.

Oh, he inspires me, too.

Until yesterday, I had never

put Flamin' Hot Cheetos in a sandwich.

So good, right?

Oh, the crunch, the heat, incredible.

Sammy's lucky to have you.

Especially 'cause his dad lets him down all the time.

Thank you.

And if I might offer one piece of advice?

Uh, next time, maybe don't

tell him that his father is coming.

That way, he won't be disappointed.

And if he does show up, it'll be a delightful surprise.

I guess there's just a part of me that wants Sammy to know

that his dad is a total jerk.

I completely understand.

But isn't that about you, not him?

Yeah.

You're right.

Now get the hell out of the bathroom.

Perhaps I could leave as well?

Hello, I'm Javier, I am your driver.

Who is he?

I am his driver.

And who is he?

I'm Sammy.

My nephew.

And one of the most fascinating people you will ever meet.

And he has a question for you.

Tell me, Mario Jones. Who are you, and what are your dreams?