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Ah, friends.

The times, they are a-changing. First, our Jane.

She was recently dumped.

Plus her book got mediocre reviews.

And then this happened.

I know! OMG, right?

Another OMG?

Alba said no to Jorge's proposal.

Oh, and did I mention

Rafael was living with the Villanuevas now?

See, his sister Luisa took all his money,

which meant Mateo had to say good-bye to private school.

Unfortunately, Jane's local school district

wasn't so great.

But...

Did you know

that your parents live in the Elbamare School District?

So, yeah, they decided to send him there.

On the down low.

Also facing child care challenges,

Jane's father Rogelio.

See, he was married to Xo,

but had a baby with Darci.

Oh, and did I mention,

Darci was dating his archrival and co-star Esteban?

I know! Straight out of a telenovela, right?

But imagine this.

Petra's twin sister Anezka

convinced Rafael's sister Luisa

that she was hallucinating some guy named Carl.

So, Luisa checked herself into a mental institution.

But here's the thing, friends,

Carl was real.

And to add to the crazy, Anezka started spiraling.

So she faked her own death to see who really loved her.

And she briefly thought she could trust Petra.

Until she realized she couldn't.

And then this happened.

Which, my friends, is where we left off.

When Jane Gloriana Villanueva was ten years old,

the day she had dreamed about

finally came.

The very first kiss

between Teresa and Ramiro

on Las Rutas de Pasión.

How do they know which way to move their heads?

Uh, well, they probably just rehearsed.

No, I mean in real life.

How am I gonna know what to do?

Okay, here's the real deal.

It won't be anything like Las Rutas de Pasión,

so set your expectations low.

The clouds aren't gonna part,

angels won't sing,

it'll probably be a little awkward.

So, what happens? What do you do?

Well, you just open your mouth a little,

and your tongue will touch his...

Or hers, either way.

My tongue?

Yup.

- Do I just leave it there? - You move it,

b-but not too much.

How will I know if I'm doing a good job?

Trust me, you'll know.

Which brings us here. Now.

What... was...

I wasn't planning it, I-I-I just...

Mommy?

Oh, no, did he see?

I'm scared to go to kindergarten.

Oh, sweetheart.

Oh, my... Ah.

It's gonna be so much fun.

But I don't have any friends.

You'll meet some kids when we go to registration tomorrow.

Now, come on. You need some sleep.

Mommy will lie with you. Hmm?

Well, he sure looks happy.

And she looks...

She looks...

I'm sorry, friends,

but I actually don't know what the hell she's thinking.

Back to reality.

Hi, Petra.

Hey, wait, wait, wait. Slow down.

I know your sister's dead.

No, she wasn't really dead before.

That... she faked her death

because she was trying to figure out who loved her.

Reality, of course, being relative.

So she's alive?

No.

I found out, she attacked me, so I defended myself,

and she fell off the balcony.

So now she's actually dead.

Oh, my God. That's...

Straight out of a telenovela!

Self-defense.

So, listen, I need you to watch the girls.

The nanny can't stay overnight,

I'm stuck at the police station.

I'm going now.

Are you okay?

Do you have a lawyer?

No, I don't need one.

Like I said, it was self-defense.

Yeah, I knew a lot of guys in prison who said that, too.

Just get a lawyer, a good one.

I have to go. That's my other line. We'll talk later.

What the hell took so long, Krishna?

Well, it's a long drive, and I had to stop for gas,

- and then my debit card wasn't... - Stop.

I don't actually care.

Are you at the mental hospital?

They prefer you call it a “wellness center.”

Krishna!

Sorry. Yes. I'm here,

- but Luisa's gone. - What?

She checked herself out, and she didn't leave any contact info.

- Oh, no. - Uh-oh.

Once I tell Luisa that you and mother gaslit her,

she's going to get out and sign all her shares over to Rafael.

I told her you and Rafael

were the ones who had been sending Carl

and lighting her gas.

And she seemed very,

very angry with her brother.

Listen to me, get a P.I., okay?

We need to find Luisa.

Oh, and-and, oh, get me a lawyer,

a good one.

What's wrong?

What's wrong is that this is my time with Baby,

and you're sitting here... milking.

Pumping.

And unfortunately, you fed her early

and got her off her schedule.

So if I don't pump, these babies will blow.

Darci produces so much milk.

She's overflowing.

Like a goddess of...

milk.

Well, this goddess

doesn't need another clogged duct.

Okay, get this in the fridge,

it's liquid gold.

Come on, Moosh, let's go.

Ask her.

Darci.

I was thinking,

maybe Baby could stay overnight this weekend?

Overnight? No way.

Overnights don't happen until she's a year old,

per our contract.

Now, give Baby to Esteban.

See you on set, Rogelio.

Bright side? Our really difficult

new family dynamic is something we can talk about in therapy.

I don't need to talk about that with a therapist.

I just need Esteban

to get a D-list, straight-to-Crackle film

that shoots in Guadalajara.

But like I said,

I'll be happy to accompany you to therapy

to help you learn about yourself.

Okay, terrific.

Are you sure? Because the last time I talked to you,

you wanted to marry Jorge.

Yeah, it's a great feeling.

I didn't hear you come in.

So how's Mateo?

Really nervous.

How are you?

Maybe we should talk about us later.

I meant about Mateo.

And that lying about the address thing.

Oh. Sorry.

To remind you,

they'd enrolled in a great public kindergarten

using Ro and Xo's address.

I'm prepared, obviously.

This is the place where we'd get coffee every morning

if we did, in fact, live in the area.

And I'm going to run to my mom's

and drop off toys in case school officials ever come by.

You dropped off toys last week

when you set up a room for Mateo upstairs.

I know, pay attention, that's just what I told Rafael.

Why?

Because...

Come on, say it already!

Last night...

he kissed me.

What?

I know!

Completely out of the blue.

Well, not completely.

Couple months ago, you tried to get

- in the shower with him. - Exactly.

Months ago.

I mean, we're in a different place now.

Come on. How was the kiss?

I kissed Jane last night.

And, Alba, it was...

- Not good. - What?

I don't understand.

You've had great kisses before with him.

I know. Next level.

And I tried, honestly, I gave it my all.

I don't know,

it-it just felt...

Exactly the same.

Completely different. And the timing?

I just had my heart broken. What was he even thinking?

And all I could think was, “Finally. Finally.”

It felt like

coming home.

I don't even want to go home.

You have to.

I know, I know.

I'll just...

nip this whole thing in the bud.

Hey, that actually works.

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Ah, yes. Where were we?

You look like you need a big kiss.

Ah... mwah.

You're gonna love kindergarten.

- Debatable. - Now.

One last time, what is your name?

Mateo Gloriano Rogelio Solano Villanueva.

Good.

And what's your address?

1312 Mockingbird Terrace.

To be clear,

- that was Xo and Ro's address. - Perfect.

And we need that last piece of mail.

Here it is. Thank you so much.

So many people try to get into this district,

we need to be really careful.

Only our taxpayers.

Jane.

I can't believe

he's starting kindergarten.

I know.

I remember when he was just a syringe on a tray,

waiting to be inserted into the wrong woman.

I know.

- Oh, you okay? - No.

But I told myself

I can't get emotional until tomorrow.

It's just registration.

Kindergarten is a big deal.

Come on.

Wait. Is this a normal hug?

Or is it weird because of the kiss?

- Okay, I got to go pick up the twins. - Mm-hmm.

Uh, I will see you at home, and we'll talk

about... last night?

Yes, good.

Actually, maybe kiss first and then talk.

I'm sorry, I know we have a lot to discuss,

but, uh...

that was some kiss, huh?

Yes, it-it was.

I was shocked

that any part of Rogelio, no matter how small,

suspected I was pregnant

all those years ago.

And I want to be able to let go of it.

Rogelio, how do you feel about what Xiomara said?

Hmm?

Oh, well, um,

I agree on-on some level.

But on another level,

I don't.

You weren't even listening.

Of course I was.

You've been tweeting?

No!

Just one little tweet.

I don't believe this.

I am expected to constantly tweet.

I'm a tastemaker, a 280 ambassador.

- But you know how important this is to me. - You have no idea

- And I don't need to hear - what an honor it was

- any more about how you got 280 early. - to get 280 early.

It's important to me!

- Okay, okay. - Oh, my God.

I'm gonna break that phone.

I would like to see you try.

Rogelio.

Why are you reluctant to discuss the past?

Because he used to be a Scientologist,

so he doesn't believe in therapy.

That is not true. Leah Remini and I

totally changed our minds about that.

It's because we already talked about what happened.

So, l-let's not talk

about your past with Xiomara.

Let's talk about your deeper past.

Oftentimes, by understanding the relationship

with the formative female in your life, your mother,

it can help you understand your relationship

with the women in your life now.

My mother is an incredible woman; she's perfect.

She's strong, caring,

kind, an amazing momager.

Wait, what's a momager?

My mother was my manager as a child.

So, when you say your line,

show them your beautiful soul

and your beautiful teeth.

Having a business relationship with the woman

who's supposed to be loving you unconditionally.

All that pressure and responsibility

on such a little boy's shoulders.

How did that make you feel?

Well...

yeah, it could sometimes be hard.

I mean, I had to support my whole family.

If I failed,

my whole family would suffer,

which is just a lot

f-for a little kid to handle.

Oh, please, spare me.

You did this to get under my skin.

I didn't.

She came highly recommended.

Her name just happened to be...

Jane.

- And you are Petra? - Yes.

And I really don't need a lawyer.

Then why am I here?

My children's father felt I should hire someone.

Because you were the only person at the scene of the murder?

There was no murder. It was self-defense.

Not sure the D.A. would agree with you on that.

I made some calls to see if there were any charges pending.

What... are there?

No.

Not yet.

But 50-50 we're going to get there.

And unfortunately you're not the most sympathetic defendant.

And this isn't your first time being a person of interest

in a murder investigation.

Oh.

Got it.

And just to be clear,

I know what this is about.

Well, you see my expensive shoes,

you know my hotel is worth millions,

so you're trying to make it seem like this

is some complicated case that's going to require

hundreds of billable hours.

But let me be clear:

this is not complicated.

My sister attacked me.

We struggled, she fell.

Now let me be clear.

Here's what's going to happen.

First, the police are going to get a subpoena

for your e-mails and phone records.

Then they'll go after the hotel security footage.

After that, they'll ask for the reservation records,

so they can interrogate all the guests

and all of your hotel employees,

so you may want to put your shoe shopping on hold

because it is

going to cost you a lot of money to get out of this.

And you'll pay it to someone else

because I'm not interested.

Krishna!

Find me another lawyer not named...

Jane.

Is Mateo asleep?

Finally.

So, should we talk?

Uh, yeah. Great.

But first let me

just make my pitch.

And before you say no,

here's a list

of all the reasons it won't work out,

practically, with my counterarguments.

Come on, you like lists.

Number one.

We just got back to being friends.

And under that is my counterargument,

which is really just

me apologizing for being a jerk.

And-and talking

about how much your friendship means.

And how much I missed you.

And how co-parenting has to be our top priority.

That's the thing, Mateo...

Yeah, that's in section two.

A list about how it would ultimately benefit him

if we worked out.

- “If”? - Just continue reading.

We take it slow.

Not much would change and we're already living together.

So we just treat it like any other new relationship

and-and we don't tell him for a while.

Why not try?

I just had my heart broken.

I know.

And there's a section about timing.

And how I know it's not perfect.

Come on, you don't have an incredible kiss like that

if there's not something there.

Honestly...

it wasn't incredible for me.

- What? - The kiss.

It was kind of like...

I don't know, not great.

Yeah, I-I don't understand.

What don't you understand?

It was a great kiss. I mean, I'm a good kisser.

This isn't an indictment of your kissing.

I'm just saying that I wasn't feeling it.

You know? Maybe things changed.

Or maybe your head wasn't in the game.

What?

Well, you were just caught off guard.

And all you could think about was all that other stuff.

You can't understand that somebody didn't

like your “magical kiss”?

Look, I told your grandmother it was the greatest kiss of my life.

You spoke to my abuela about this?

She's my friend. I like her.

Well, then maybe you should kiss her.

Five more minutes, Mr. Sweetface.

Hey, hi.

You okay?

Are you super sad about Jorge or anything?

Okay, because I'm angry with you.

But I don't want to get into a fight if you're super sad.

Stop talking to Rafael about me.

You're supposed to be on my team.

There is no Team Jafael.

Yikes, sorry.

Where is this coming from?

An accident which we made the absolute best of.

Hmm?

Huh?

Therapy.

My grandson is starting kindergarten.

I'm hiding from your father.

All he wants to do

is talk about his childhood

and his feelings and his realizations

and his realizations about his childhood feelings

and his feelings about his childhood realizations.

Now we can't get through a five-minute conversation

without him crying about his mother.

Hey!

All right, who's ready for the first day

of kindergarten, huh?

Ah, memories.

No!

- Go. You got to let Mommy go. - Oh, geez. I can't watch this.

Please, no more crying.

Honestly, I thought this would be good news.

It is. I'm weeping with happiness.

Thank you so much.

A telenovela sequel, it's beautiful.

Tell me a little bit about the idea.

You'll drink a lady scientist's potion

and kiss her as planned,

then, bam!

You start to grow big because you drank too much.

Brilliant, sexy, I love it.

Does Esteban know I'm getting a sequel?

Yes, he was told this morning.

Beautiful, perfect.

Is he devastated?

Can I squash him like a bug at the end?

Rogelio.

Yes. You are right.

Why can't I just accept my own happiness?

It must have to do with my mother,

who...

Well, never mind.

I'll talk about her in therapy.

But thank you, thank you so much.

Speaking of two people who could use some therapy...

- Hope he made friends. - Yeah, me, too.

Hey, I'm sorry about last night.

No, I'm sorry. I feel so bad.

- Me, too, me, too. - I can't stop thinking about it.

I'm so sorry I caught you off guard like that.

You still think that's the reason?

- Hey, let's just leave it. - Do you?

Okay, you are a planner.

At least admit it's a possibility.

Admit it's a possibility that you aren't quite the kisser you think you are.

I was put at a kissing booth in college, all right?

People paid to kiss me.

Well, I wouldn't have paid.

Are you sure you're gonna be able to let this go?

Done. I've let go.

Mommy, Daddy!

How was school?

School was fun, I made friends.

Can I have a playdate?

Of course you can. Well...

Yay, yay, yay!

Elijah! My dad says

you can come to our house right now.

Their house?

You mean Xo and Ro's house.

I, uh, I wasn't...

- I didn't think... - Exactly.

I'll handle this.

A playdate sounds fun.

At your place?

Ooh, actually, we were hoping yours.

We're undergoing renovations,

and the house is really a mess.

Or what about, um, Grafton Park?

'Cause it's so nice to get the kids outside, playing...

Oh, I wish. Elijah has allergies.

Could we come to your place?

Why not?

Because you don't live there.

Uh, they will follow me home,

and we'll meet you there.

Okay, great.

Now, Mateo, where did you put that thermos?

I'm hurrying.

- Where are you? - I'm here.

What do you want me to do with this picture.

Just put it in your car.

How long do we have? Wh-Where's Jane?

I'm so sorry, my tank is below empty. Just give me one minute.

Okay, so, Mateo.

We are gonna play a really fun game this afternoon.

It's called:

Pretend That We Live at Papa and Abuela's House.

Why are we playing it?

It's a long story.

And did I mention that

there's a great prize if you win?

What do I get?

A great public education.

Ice cream sundae.

Chocolate syrup?

And rainbow sprinkles.

Deal.

- Which brings us here. - Hey.

Welcome. Come in.

I live here.

Mateo is so excited to have Elijah over.

Because I live here.

Uh, that's right, you do, Mateo.

Please come in.

Ah, yes, the playdate.

Be careful or the whole thing will come crashing down.

Thanks for the reminder, Mateo.

You sure do have a lot of breastmilk in your fridge.

Ah, yes, that would be Darci's liquid gold.

Sorry. I know lots of moms breastfeed

for an extended time nowadays.

I-I hope that didn't sound judgmental.

No problem, bud.

I am one of those moms.

You know, what can I say?

Mateo's healthy as a horse.

- Can I see your room? - Uh... Of-of course.

Mateo, why don't we, uh, take your friend upstairs?

Can I have a drink first, Mommy?

Oh, I'm just gonna go with water this time.

Interesting photos you've got in the restroom.

Oops, let me show you what she's referring to.

Actually, it's a triptych.

Who are those people?

Yeah, actually, those are my parents.

You have naked photos of your parents?

That's right.

We are a body-positive,

extended breastfeeding

hippy-dippy household up in here.

I can't take it. I feel like

they are going to be busted any minute. Which reminds me.

Of course there won't be a murder charge.

This whole thing will blow over.

Clearly, that other lawyer was just trying to scare you.

Thank you. That's what I...

Petra Solano?

Yes, that's me.

This is a subpoena for your e-mails and phone records.

We also need to review

all security footage and get a complete list

of guests who were staying at the hotel the night your sister died.

Of course.

I have nothing to hide.

Call Jane Ramos.

Now. Tell her I don't care what it costs.

I'm just realizing the cost now.

How she had me sing and dance for the entire waitstaff

because one of the busboys recognized me

from a cereal commercial.

It was my birthday, they should have been singing

- to me. - You know what?

I-I was hoping

that we could enjoy a nice afternoon together

and maybe not talk about your childhood for a few hours?

It's been kind of nonstop.

Oh, well, excuse me

for having feelings and being in touch with my emotions.

Maybe the problem is that I'm touching a nerve here.

I've talked all about my past, and you haven't shared a thing.

Well, I haven't shared anything

because you haven't let me get a word in.

Okay. Get a word in.

Talk about your parents.

Well...

there really isn't much to tell.

You know everything.

My relationship with my mom was complicated,

and my relationship with my dad was perfect.

Nobody's perfect.

Okay, well, yes, of course,

he wasn't perfect, but...

he was a wonderful dad.

I don't know if I ever told you this, but

one Christmas

he worked six extra shifts

just to get me a Madame Alexander doll.

A-And how did that make you feel?

Special.

I mean, I was so touched that he would do that for me.

I loved that doll.

Although, I-I guess, when I really think about it,

I would have traded that doll in a second

for more time with him.

This is so stupid.

I don't know why I'm crying about this.

It's called

a breakthrough.

Elijah, don't break that.

Sorry, he's not used

to such nice tableware.

Part of our parenting philosophy.

Uh, treat kids like little grownups,

and they'll act accordingly.

Elijah, look, I have a booger.

- Oh. - Oh.

Well, this has been fun,

but we should really get going. Go put on your shoes, Elijah.

So, you guys obviously don't live here.

It's okay.

We get it.

We just want Mateo to go

to the best school.

Of course. We won't tell anyone,

but you should be careful.

Some parents are narcs.

Thank you

for understanding.

And we are so sorry for lying.

We understand.

Really, and...

the boys are buddies now, so maybe

we can go to your real house next time?

That would be great.

And whoever the porn stars are that live here,

they can have their place back.

- Totally. - For sure.

Can I have my sundae now since I lied so good?

Mateo, you weren't lying, we were playing a game, remember?

A lying game.

Next time Elijah comes over, do we lie again?

So, Mateo, you were right.

We did ask you to lie.

How come? I thought lying was wrong.

It is.

Most of the time.

But other times,

we make a choice,

and we weigh the cost of the lie with the benefit of the lie.

I don't understand.

We're pretending to live at Papa and Abuela's house

so you're allowed to go to your new school.

You see, the school in our neighborhood

isn't very good.

Which isn't fair,

but it's also life.

So we're trying, in just this one case,

to make things a little more fair.

And in order to do that, we pretend to live here.

Well, what if I get mixed up?

Or I forget?

Hey.

Buddy, you can do this.

You're a big boy.

I'm scared.

They're probably not even gonna ask, Mr. Sweetface.

Oh, yeah.

And I actually had my own breakthrough.

Oh.

About Dad and the Madame Alexander doll he got me

and how much I missed him.

Yeah, but, I mean,

I missed him when he was alive.

H-He was gone so much.

I know, but...

Wha...?

Uh, but, Mom, of course I was so grateful to him.

But thinking back,

what I wanted more than the doll

was time with him.

It's not a criticism, I'm just...

Oh, wha...

She was so pissed.

She just shut down.

Clearly, she has underlying issues

from her own dysfunctional relationship with her parents.

What were they like?

Well, they weren't exactly her favorite topic.

And, friends, that night,

our porn stars talked.

And I think I was scared of what my mother would say

if she knew about your pregnancy.

And that's another reason I didn't reach out to you.

And talked.

I think that's why my reaction was so big when you told me.

On some level, all these years

I've been projecting my anger

at my absentee dad on you.

And talked.

That's probably why I'm such a good actor.

And talked.

Ooh.

I'm a little tipsy.

Forget Drunk History...

Stain all the carpets you want,

I love you so much, Xiomara.

I love you so much, too.

And, friends, that night

was the most romantic night of their lives.

They even made another triptych.

Not that one, obviously.

How's Mateo?

Um, he's asleep.

Good. How'd he seem?

Not as scared, but he definitely has more questions.

Oh, I forgot my...

brush.

I couldn't sleep.

Yeah, me either.

I don't think I realized what it would feel like.

Having to explain to a kid

all these different levels and layers to lying?

Yeah.

It's hard.

And there's a lot at stake.

And we have to be on the same page

and focus on co-parenting.

I agree.

That's why I'm moving out.

I'm gonna move in with Petra.

Just until Luisa's better and we sort things out.

You don't have to move out.

I do.

Because if I'm being honest,

part of the reason I was staying was for you.

You asked me if I'll be able to let go,

and I said yes.

And I will,

but it's gonna be hard

because it means letting go of something pretty big...

The possibility of us.

Which has been there for me in the back of my mind

for a long time.

And I just don't think I can let that go

living here with you.

Me, too, but...

this is best.

It's just hard to...

give up the idea that something perfect

might not have been perfect for everyone.

That was about you and Xo.

I heard you last night.

You had one experience, and she had another.

Which may or may not have been

similar to what happened with me and...

she who will not be named.

- Rafael Solano? - That's me.

Thanks.

It's from my sister.

This is my third message.

Please have Ms. Ramos call me back.

You scared me.

Let me know what you think.

Go ahead, read it.

“Dear Rafael,

“It's been a week. Finally I feel ready

to write to you and tell you what I think of what you did.”

Keep going.

“I know now that Carl was real.

“Anezka told me. She told me everything...

How you set me up to get your inheritance back”? What?

Stop lying.

I just went to the hospital, and guess what.

After Luisa checked herself out,

a woman named Krishna showed up asking all kinds of questions.

Even tried to bribe the staff

for information on Luisa's whereabouts.

Krishna? Well, she's fired, obviously.

Stop, just stop!

Tell me the truth.

My mother and sister set everyone up.

They hired Carl to make Luisa think she was crazy.

I sent Krishna to find Luisa

as soon as I knew Anezka said you did it.

How long did you know Carl was real?

I was going to tell you and Luisa

just as soon as I dealt with my mother and Anezka.

How long, Petra?

How long did you leave my sister in an institution

knowing she wasn't hallucinating?

A week.

I can't believe Petra didn't tell you.

I know.

And I need to be done with that.

With all the lying.

Which is why I don't want Mateo lying

about his school.

- What? No, that isn't fair. - Okay. Okay, hold on...

Now, we made this decision, and I get that you're suddenly...

So I found a studio apartment

in your parents' school district,

and I just signed the lease.

What?

I sold my car. Paid through the year.

Oh...

I'll take the bus to work or...

carpool with you?

You can totally carpool with me.

You got an apartment?

Don't get too excited, it's super small.

I didn't even know they made them that small.

It sounds...

amazing.

And speaking of amazing...

And cut.

Moving on to the last setup.

Give me Baby.

I want time with her while they light.

Xiomara?

Hey, what are you doing here?

Ma, no.

I shouldn't have said that to you. I get it.

No, no, no.

So, as we close out this journey,

I just want to thank you all for your devotion to Guillermo

- and for... - I got the rewrite.

I saw you crush me like a bug once you grow big.

And we are officially announcing a sequel.

Rogelio, do you want to say a few words?

And in that moment,

with Alba's words ringing in his ears,

Rogelio realized he had to be a bigger man.

But not a giant.

Drop everything. We need an emergency rewrite.

A baby needs her father,

which is why

I will take the next year off.

Esteban will be your lead.

And I will be

your hero.

Thank you.

For... coming back.

L-Look, you were right about everything.

The police came for my e-mails,

my phone records, my time cards.

And I don't need someone who's gonna blow smoke up my ass.

I need someone to make sure

I don't go to jail for protecting myself.

You accused me of being a crook.

And I am so sorry.

Look,

I know this is not an excuse, but...

...this is obviously a very emotional time for me.

My sister's dead,

my hotel is in limbo, and...

I-I don't have anyone on my side anymore.

I had my ex in my corner,

but I went and ruined that, so...

And now I'm all alone.

What, do you get some sick pleasure in other people's pain?

Keep wearing your heart on your sleeve.

It makes you a much more sympathetic defendant.

If you become a defendant,

which I will work hard to ensure that you don't.

Aw, look, Petra made a friend.

Thank you.

A friend who charges $600 an hour, but still.

I'd almost say things are looking up.

Okay, I'm her lawyer.

What's next?

There is no next.

That's all the pictures. It's just one room.

Well, it's great.

It will be great.

We'll decorate it on the cheap. I'm a pro.

I'm looking forward to it.

Me, too.

- Okay. - Hmm.

Let me just ask.

Oh, please, don't let this be about the kiss.

Do you really not think we have chemistry anymore?

- I don't know. - That's what you're saying.

Okay, fine. You know what?

Kiss me again.

Are you serious?

Let's do it. Go.

Okay.

Okay. Wow.

Sorry. Okay. No.

You are obviously not in the right headspace again.

I'm fine. I'm ready.

- No, I don't want to anymore. - It is now or never.

This is your window.

- Okay. - Mm-hmm.

Fine.

- Fine. - Mm-hmm.

But first,

you have to think about what comes next.

- I've thought everything through. - No.

What I would do

after we kiss.

What do you mean?

Like where I would put my...

hand, for instance.

Oh?

And my...

tongue.

Where are you gonna put it?

Oh, wow.

That's just to start.

Then I'd...

Okay, kiss me now.

Eh.

And, friends, what can I say?

It felt like

a telenovela.

Yay!

You guys are kissing!

Does that mean you're getting married?

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