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Ah, friends, you'll recall our Jane

became a published author,

and so, she tried
to get an agent.

You know Jeffrey Mullins?

I would love to meet him.

But that didn't work out.

- And even worse...
- Oh, my God!

Her book didn't exactly
create fireworks.

"There is a sense here
of promise unfulfilled"

But her kiss with Rafael...

Well, that did.
Not as romantic:

Alba turned down
Jorge's proposal.

No.

Oh, and Jane's
mom and dad got married.

Only, he had a baby with Darci,

who was in love with
his archrival, Esteban.

I know! Straight out of
a telenovela, right?

Well, imagine this...

Petra's sister Anezka

schemed against
Rafael's sister Luisa.

And Petra found out,
and well...

How long did you leave
my sister in an institution

knowing she wasn't
hallucinating?!

A week.

Oh, and then Anezka went splat,

leaving Petra as a person
of interest in her death.

So she had to get a lawyer,
who was also named Jane.

Only problem...

Okay. I'm her lawyer.
What's next?

Yikes, right?

So let's dive in.

When Jane Gloriana Villanueva
was 23 and a half years old,

she had a magical kiss
with Rafael.

It was the kind of kiss

you could only have when
you're young, uninhibited,

and free of the pressures of...

You guys are kissing!

Does that mean you're
getting married?

having a child.

Oh, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no.

- We're not getting married.
- That was,

- that was, that was just...
- Uh...

Um, Mateo...

Mommy and Daddy
are just exploring

our feelings for one another

in a romantic way.

Exactly, and we don't
know where it will go

because it's brand-new.

And if it works, great.

And if it doesn't, that's okay,

because nothing will change
for you.

- Nothing.
- Does that make sense?

I've never been so happy
in my life!

Oh!

Which brings us to...

I told them that
you and Daddy

were exploring each
other with kisses.

So much for the down-low.

- Oh, boy.
- So what changed?

- I don't know how I feel about this.
- Last I heard, you weren't...

- We were talking yesterday.
- Everyone stop.

Geez, talk about pressure.

- It was just one kiss.
- Technically, two.

And like we told Mateo,

we're

figuring it out.

A-And we're gonna just
need some time to do that.

So, is there

some other reason
everybody's here?

Beyond potentially confusing
a five-year-old boy?

Well, I have big news.

I have decided to take
one year off from work

to become a stay-at-home
dad to Baby.

Wow, Ro.
I really admire that.

I do, too.

Oh. Hang on, that's my
publisher. I'll be right back.

Oh. We'll be fine.

I agreed to do

a slightly embarrassing
overseas commercial.

It is related to digestive issues.
It's not important.

The point is,

it will cover the bills.

And now, I can support Xo

while she builds up
her dance studio

and focus
on my beautiful baby, Baby.

In fact, I made a vision board.

I intend to raise

a strong,

self-reliant,

intelligent daughter.

Just like Jane.

I was just dropped
by my publisher.

What?

Yeah, they won't option
my second book

because not enough people
are buying my first.

I'm sorry, hon.

Yeah,
you know how many books

J.K. Rowling wrote
before Harry Potter?

None. It was her first try.

And she did it in a coffee shop
while holding a baby on her lap.

Wow! Talk about your fantastic beasts.

Who cares?

You're still published.
You'll build on that.

Really? Very few women of color
get published.

And when we do, we cannot afford

to screw it up, because
we don't get a second chance

- like our peers.
- Preach.

I'm actually in worse shape
than before I sold my book.

I don't have
the whiff of promise

of a first-time author.

Instead, I have
the stench of failure.

Come on, hon. I think you're
being a little dramatic.

No! They
actually used the word “stench”!

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Okay, so it's gonna be hard.

It's always been hard.

And you have fought for this
every step of the way.

So you just keep fighting.

And, yeah, you've been
a little stuck lately.

But the only way to get past
that is to keep writing.

So get on that.

Okay. Mommy has

a few hours.

You know what I'm gonna do?

Start brainstorming.
Because, Mateo,

when you get knocked down,
you get back up again.

Or at least you try to.

Just dive in.
Something romantic.

Someplace romantic.

Hmm.

Hello.

I'm Nicolas, your new groom.

I thought perhaps
you can give me riding lessons.

I saw you take two
fences out there.

So you are saying no?

-I'm saying...
- Hmm?

That we need to manage
Mateo's expectations.

My perfect, amazing daughter.

Why is it you grow
more beautiful

every time I see you?

We have very exciting news, Rogelio.

Esteban is shooting a mediocre

but long-term series in Moldova?

Moosh. Be the bigger man.

Since you are.

The news is

we have finally found
the perfect nanny.

Felicia Romero.

She's A-list. Highly,
highly recommended

and has tons of CBE.

While that is impressive,

I have a better idea.

- What are you doing?
- I am now

a stay-at-home dad.

So, I'll be happy to be
Baby's nanny on Darci's days.

No way, Rogelio.
You'll do it for a few days

and then get bored
and flake out.

And by then, we'll
have lost Felicia.

And we will never find
another Felicia.

I won't flake.
I'm 100% committed.

I'll be the nanny.

The dad-nanny.

The Danny!

Please?
Let me do this for Baby.

Fine.

Bye, Felicia.

Don't go.

I want us all

to still live together.

Oh, I know, buddy.

But me staying here
was always temporary.

And Mommy can come to
my new apartment all the time.

- Really?
- Of course.

Rafael is still mad at me.

Whoa. Personal space.

Can you help me?

I've apologized
over and over.

You left his sister
in an institution

when you knew she
wasn't hallucinating.

And I feel bad about that.

He says he's not coming
to brunch on Saturday.

And you know brunches
are sacred family time.

Actually, I think we should
skip brunch for a bit.

What?

You just push people
too far, Petra.

I'll say.

And at a certain point,

they can't come back anymore.

Hello!

I'm home!

Daddy's in the shower
and I'm in your room!

Oh. What's going on?

I'm helping you pack
so you can come live with Daddy.

- What?
- Don't you want to live there?

I live here.

But Daddy wants you to.

- Mateo...
- He does!

He told me!
Why are you the only one

who doesn't want us
to be a family?!

Of course I didn't say that.

I said you can come over
as much as you want.

Well, somehow,
I'm the one getting in the way

of his happily ever after.

We'll straighten him out.
Don't worry.

What?

Just that...

if I'm honest,

Mateo kind of got it right.

Not about what I said.
About how I feel.

I do want us together.

Happily ever after.

And I'm not pushing.

I just want you to know
that I'm all in.

And I know, okay,
the timing is bad.

You just got out
of a relationship,

y-your career isn't where
you want it to be...

My career is nowhere.

I don't have an agent,
a publisher, an idea.

And you'll get all of those.

I know you will.

Maybe.

Definitely.

And, friends, briefly,

oh-so-briefly,

it was just them, there,
in that moment,

without
all the outside pressure.

But it's not just that.

Alas, it never is.

Honestly, I'm having whiplash.

I mean, six weeks ago,
you were sleeping with Katherine

to get your hotel back.

And that was a-a low point.

I know.
But, still...

it was pretty dark.

But I'm in
a different place now.

I promise.
And I-I am not going back there.

Just trust me, Jane.

Jane, Jane, Jane.

Everything in my life
is now about Jane.

Personally, because our children
share a father,

and now professionally.

Since you're my lawyer.

Anyway, that's why

it would just be easier
if I called you J.R.

No.

Oh, come on.

If you call me J.R.,

I'll call you Peter.

That's a little punitive.

Here's why we're meeting.

The police went over
all of your e-mails,

and you said some pretty nasty
stuff about your sister.

Some highlights...

Sorry. I'll translate that one.

Yeah. That's pretty damning.

Now they're saying they want

to create a computer
model of the scene,

so they're requesting a
blueprint of the guest room.

No way. Not without a warrant.

I've watched
Law & Order.

They're liable to find
any small thing

to try to build a case
against me.

Well, first of all,

never trust
television writers.

My ex-girlfriend was one,

and they just build things up
for the sake of drama.

Which reminds me,

who is Jane Ramos working for?

And I really think cooperating
with the police will convince them

that you have
nothing to hide.

Sorry to interrupt,

but Rafael is here
and I thought you'd want

to see him since
you're in the doghouse.

Krishna, that's not
an appropriate thing

to announce
when I'm in a meeting.

I know.

Excuse me for a second.

Well, this is a surprise.

The girls are upstairs.

I'm on my way,

but I wanted to
ask you for a favor first.

Is everything all right?

Geez, I got to be careful

not to overuse that.

Not really.

My mother has early
onset Alzheimer's,

and I just found out
the top specialist here

in Miami won't take
any new patients.

So...

Will you turn over
the blueprints to the police?

I'll think about it.

What's wrong?

What?

Oh, my God.
How did it go?

He can't do that.

Who the hell
does he think he is?

Uh, apparently every man

in a position of power

in the whole entire world,
except me.

You tell Jorge that's no way
to treat you,

and if he does it again,
you report him.

Well, this man
couldn't agree more.

More iced coffee, ladies?

I ground the
beans myself,

and infused them with cinnamon.

Thank God for Pinterest.

No, thanks, hon.
I got to go to work.

Okay. Well, have you figured out

what you want
on your vision board?

Well, I need four more students
a month

for the studio to break even.

Not sexy enough
for a vision board.

Regardless, that's the goal,

so I'm gonna have an open house,
offer a few free classes.

I love it. Yes.

An open house now,

eventually a franchise.

And I'm here to
help in my capacity

as homemaker and support system.

Okay. Well, great.

Thanks.

Have a great day at work.

I'll have dinner waiting.

Everything you do is so cute.
You were born to be on-screen.

What the hell is going on
over there?

You've been posting pictures
for five hours straight.

Which was true,
for the record.

Well, we're just having fun.

Rogelio, you are supposed to be
taking care of your child,

not using her to raise
your social media profile.

Do you know who does that?

Heidi and Spencer.

A-listers maintain
their children's privacy.

There's a reason you never see
George and Amal

doing the pap stroll
with their twins.

So no more baby
on social media, period.

You had me at Heidi and Spencer.

Thank you.

Now talk to me.
Did she take her morning poop?

Uh, no.

Shoot. She holds when
she's nervous.

She's definitely nervous.

Stop taking pictures and try
and get your daughter to poop.

What're you so happy about?

Oh, just that I got you
a meeting

with Petra's book agent friend.

- Jeffrey Mullins?
- Yes.

Yes, but I have to share
the credit with Petra.

She was actually pretty great;
she wouldn't let him hang up

until he moved a lunch and
agreed to meet you on Friday.

As in in two days?

Yeah. What's wrong?

He'll ask me the question.

- What question?
- The question.

What am I writing next?

Sorry. Trying to stop.

And I have no idea
what I'm writing next.

I'm sorry. I mean, I can
ask Petra to-to push it.

Not after he moved
his schedule around.

Look, I know you're
just trying to help,

but you can't fix
my writing career.

I know. I was just...

Anyway, it's fine.

Uh, but I should figure out what
I'm pitching to Jeffrey Mullins.

Last time.

There is nothing worse

than writer's block.

Yeah, that's not a good opener.

Come on, Jane.

Romance, passion, longing.

Okay, a prison.

We can work with prison.

I'm innocent!
I'm not supposed to be here.

Please. I didn't do
anything wrong.

I'm innocent!
I believe you, Estela.

- Really?
- Yes.

And I am gonna
get you out of here.

Oh.

- And once I do...
- Yes.

You'll come over
to my new apartment,

so we can convince Mateo

that you're not the villain
destroying our family.

Ugh.

Yeah, just blocked.

Where are you going?

Nice. Show him who's boss.

Well, technically, he is.

But, yeah.

Go get him, Alba.

Damn, Jorge.

That's the fastest rebound
I've ever seen.

Okay, set expectations low.

My new apartment.

This is it?

Well, I said to set
expectations low.

I didn't know
what that meant.

Oh, wow. Original
art deco windows.

Whoo.

And you have a fire escape?

Exactly.

And it's cozy, and who
doesn't love cozy, right?

Now, Mommy, out.

No.

- Hey, no fair.
- Yes, fair.

It's boy time
and I want it to be just us.

Okay? Go.

Wow. A little harsh.

Thanks for kicking me out.

No problem. And
I'll talk to him.

Make sure he knows
you're not the bad guy.

Ah, I see.

- Even though I am.
- Hey.

I'm the one who
keeps screwing up.

No. Stop.

Uh, any ideas for your
agent meeting tomorrow?

No ideas, per Se,
but I did do some research.

Ah, yes. Jane's other passion.

And I looked up
the hottest books right now,

pulled trends and themes

from the most successful
romance novels,

and came up with
three general areas.

I'll pitch them,
see how the agents respond,

and go from there.

Well, kick ass.

It's a sweeping romance.

An idea I've been toying with
for a while.

Translation, since last night.

Think about Outlander,
but instead of time travel,

we do it with reincarnation.

Yeah, unfortunately, we already
have something similar.

Okay. How about a take
on The Notebook? Ah.

But with vampires.

The market's oversaturated
with vampire romances.

You got anything else?

Yeah, sure.

My favorite, actually.

How about
Fifty Shades of Grey

with a role reversal where
the heroine's the boss?

Petra.

Leslie, this is Petra.

The momtrepreneur.

I think I read about you
in Ocean Drive.

Yes. They did that feature
when I renovated the hotel.

Uh, anyway,
just wanted to make sure

- you all got settled.
- We did.

No, stay, stay, stay.

No, I couldn't.

Yeah, stay. Definitely.

Okay.

Now, Petra has had

such an amazing life.

Oh, no. Please, Jeffrey.
This meeting's not about me.

Oh, come on.
Your story is incredible.

I mean, talk about pulling
yourself up by your bootstraps.

She used to play violin

on the streets of Prague
for pocket change.

I remember thinking

just based on
the Ocean Drive article,

that Petra could author
a great lifestyle book.

Did she just say “author”?

As in “book author”?

I mean, she does

look like the non-evil Ivanka.

Oh, please,
I can't stand Ivanka.

She tried
to sell me a few

of those bum condos
a few years back.

See? Now, that's
the kind of thing that would be

great in the book.

Yeah.

Hmm. So anyway...

You know,
a lifestyle book

- could turn you into a brand.
- That's so funny

you say that,
'cause I've always toyed

with branding myself.

- Well, what about Jane?
- Yeah.

Oh, right. Your Fifty Shades
idea sounds like fun.

Send me the first chapter
as soon as you have it.

And you... get me
a short proposal.

I will sell it by
the end of the week.

What do you say?
You want to write a book?

Jane thinks you should, right?

And
what else could Jane say but...

Of course.

You should totally write a book.

Well...

okay!

- All right.
- Yeah.

So I'd say Jane is
Fifty Shades of Green.

Jane, if you don't want me
to take this book deal, I won't.

Hey, if you are genuinely
interested in writing a book,

then, by all means, go for it.

All right, fine.
I'm turning it down.

No, not
on my account.

You're clearly upset about it,
and the whole point

of getting the agents here
to meet with you

was so that you and I
could move past things.

Life isn't transactional, Petra.

If you turn down the book deal,
it's not like

I'm gonna suddenly forget all
the horrible things you've done.

Fine. If they aren't related,
then I'm writing it.

Great! Good luck on your
Czechoslovakian

bootstrap beach
lifestyle book!

Can you believe
she said that, Krishna?

That everything I do
is transactional?

I mean, I've done
plenty of things

out of the goodness
of my heart for you, haven't I?

- Like what?
- Well,

I can't remember right now.
You're putting me on the spot.

Anyway, I want
to do something now.

- For me?
- No. For J.R.'s mother.

I want to get her in to see
that Alzheimer's specialist.

I have a lot of connections
at the hospital.

So, move mountains, Krishna. I want
an appointment by end of day.

- Okay.
- And after that, I'm gonna need you

to get me some
writing supplies.

Green tea, candles, Montblanc
pens, background music.

Let's go.

Come on, come on,
you can do it.

Is it me, Baby?

You know I love you very much,

but are you not comfortable
with our arrangement yet?

It's all right.

I'm not 100% comfortable
yet, either.

In fact...

I am feeling a little...

I don't know.

Lonely?

But we'll get used to it,
and then...

And, friends,

standing there,
covered in poop,

Rogelio had never been
more relieved,

and neither had his daughter.

Okay. Say,
“No more constipation.”

God, I want to post this so bad!

And in that moment,
Rogelio thought:

“If you take a selfie,
and no one sees it,

do you even exist?”

Okay.

We have two whole hours
before your nap!

We can play peekaboo,

or you can
lie on your stomach.

Or, well, those are pretty much
the options.

Xiomara?

I don't know what to put
on my vision board.

No, I just mean that...

when I try to think
about what I want,

what I see for my business, I...

I'm not even dancing
anymore, Ma.

Just administrating

and solving problems
and hounding people for payments

and dealing with insurance
and...

- I hate it!
- Xiomara...

I know what
you're gonna say.

“Stick with it,” because
I never stick with anything.

It's kind of late to start
thinking about a new career.

Uh...

Well, fine.

- It's true for you, too.
- Hmm.

Who cares that Jorge was
out on some rebound?

Sofia? As in...?

Is everything okay?

Yes, I just wanted
to talk to you because,

well, Mateo had a really
tough time in school this week.

- Really?
- Yeah.

He's been pretty distracted
and irritable.

And when I said I was gonna
talk to his parents,

he started to cry,
and begged me not to

before some “big decision

about whether you are gonna
be a family.”

A lot's up in the air
right now at home.

Well, I don't want to pry,
but whatever it is,

you should let him know
what's going on,

'cause he's really anxious.

Everything okay?

Mateo's teachers talked
to Raf at drop-off.

He needs to know
what's going on.

We need to make a decision.

So, we're
sleeping on it.

Uh, so what's-what's
going on here?

Sofia, as in his
girlfriend before you?

Oh.

Do you regret that?

What reason, Ma?

And yes, I know
it was because

you didn't love him
the way you loved Dad,

but you knew that.

You were gonna
say “yes” anyway.

Why didn't you?

Blocked, as it were.

Yeah.

There's a lot of that
going around.

Love blocked.

Writers blocked.

Wow. I've never seen Jane
this frustrated.

Ah, that makes more sense.

Okay. Let's see
what she's written so far.

J.R.

What are you doing here?

Jane.

And I just
wanted to say thank you

for getting that
appointment for my mother.

It meant a lot.

Well, you know,
sometimes you just...

want to do nice things
for people

without expecting
anything in return.

Are you day drinking?

And holding a séance?

No. I'm writing my book.

Well, I just
got the commission.

It's a lifestyle book.

The police are
investigating you for murder.

You really think it's
a good idea to put out

- a lifestyle book?
- You're gonna make

that whole murder thing
go away because I didn't do it.

You do know that, right?

Because you have to trust me
if you want to be my lawyer.

Did you see that on TV, too?

No.

Maybe.

So what are you gonna write
about your sister?

In your book?

If I'm going to talk
about my sister,

I'm going
to need some more wine.

Petra, no! Stop!

Don't let her in.

All right.

Tight, douchey shirts.

Fifty Shades. Let's go!

Rafael, please take a seat.

You're late to our meeting.

Take off your shirt.

Put that on.

You've been a bad
administrative assistant.

Lean over the desk.

Yes. But.

You. Know. Who's. Been.

A. Good. Boy?

- Mateo.
- No, stop talking about Mateo.

It isn't sexy or romantic.

This is supposed to be sexy
and romantic.

You know what I think
is sexy and romantic?

The fact that I've been

in every single one
of your fantasies.

Clearly you can't get me
out of your head.

- But what does that mean?
- Well, it means

I'm your romantic hero.

I may be a flawed hero,

but I'm yours.

And in that moment,

Jane knew exactly
what she had to do.

I think we should
give it a chance.

Us a chance.

I've been fighting
and fighting it,

but it's in my heart

and in my head, clearly.

And...

What?

Um...

I was gonna say
that you were right.

Maybe I'm not
in the right headspace

for a relationship.

I guess I was just
looking around.

At my place,

at my life right now.

I'm scared.

Scared that this
is gonna last,

that I'm gonna be stuck
in this tiny apartment

where the hallway
has a weird...

hotdog smell.

And part of me just didn't want
to admit that to you because...

I don't want you to
think I'm too dark.

No hallway
should smell like that.

You have to be able
to tell me the truth.

I know.

But I also know what
you're gonna say.

Hmm?

Money doesn't matter.

Okay.

Seriously?

You think I don't have
big dreams for my life?

You think I don't want
to write a best seller

and make loads of cash
and buy a giant house?

And one for my grandma. Oh.

And a boat.

- A boat?
- Hell yeah.

In fact, I'm writing
some silly S and M book

- right now to get there.
- S and M?

- Mm-hmm.
- Wow.

You are full of surprises.
What's the inspiration?

Trying to guess what will sell.

Ooh. Yeah, that won't work.

You can't write if
you're not inspired.

I might be able to.

Mm-mm. Never.

- I know you.
- Yeah.

You do.

You'll get an idea.

Don't rush it.

You have time.

I wish we had time.

But we don't.

Mateo needs an answer.

So...

are we in a place right now

to really be in a relationship?

Like, fully in?

No.

Oh, what's the big deal?

The big deal is
it's not my name.

And what is it
with this Jane?

Are you in love with
her or something?

What? No.

Then why are you obsessed
with her?

I'm not.

Okay, fine.
Maybe now,

but that's
just because...

well, because...

because she's mad at me.

Are you okay?

I'm fine. Sorry.

'Cause this is a
lot more emotion

than you showed about
your sister, who's dead.

My sister was awful.

Jane's a good person.

So if she's done with me...

I must be awful.

You're not awful.

I hardly know you,

and you got my mom
in to see a doctor.

Well, 'cause Jane said I see
relationships as transactional.

I was trying to
prove her wrong.

Yeah, that makes more sense.

Look, um...

everybody has
ulterior motives.

That's not a bad thing.

I mean, you really think

I came over with
a bottle of wine

just to say thank you?

You didn't?

Yeah, that was part of it.

But I also want
the blueprints.

Because I need you

to trust me, too.

You're relentless.

Without a doubt.

Look, whatever your beef is

with this other Jane...

just don't take no
for an answer.

Petra?

W-What are you doing here?

You can't cancel brunch.

Have a seat, girls.

Um, what's going on?

It's brunch.

And I need to make things right
between us,

so I'm here
to cook everyone

a traditional Czech breakfast.

Alba, any food intolerances?

No intolerances for the food.

Just the company.

No.

- Petra, I don't think...
- Jane!

do you really want to kick me out
in front of the children?

What is this really about?

Do you want me to help you
make things right with Rafael?

No, I can win
him back in my sleep.

- I've done way worse to him.
- Oh.

No, the truth is...

if you and I aren't okay,
I know something's really wrong.

Because you're kind of...

my...

moral compass.

And I can always tell
exactly how far I've strayed

from what's right by how big

your reaction is
to what I've done.

So I know I have to do
some course correcting,

and I plan to.

Appreciate that.

Good.

And regardless,
you can't cancel brunch.

It happens
with or without Rafael.

'Cause it was never about him.

So, let's check in
on each other, okay?

Once a week.

You don't have to do this.

I don't like
to be pitied, okay?

Are you serious?

Don't make me pull
the widow card.

I need this, too. Okay?

The truth is,

it isn't for me.

And so...

I've decided.

It's time to go back to work.

Okay, how was that?

Be completely honest.

You're right.

I have nothing to be ashamed of.

Here she is.

The dance studio mogul!

Yeah, about that.

I've decided
to close the studio.

What? I-I thought you signed up
enough students.

I'm just not happy, Rogelio,

and I've known that for a while.

But I've been putting
so much pressure on myself,

trying to force it to work

because I didn't want
to be a quitter.

I know that feeling.

Yeah. And then,
I talked to my mom,

and she made me realize
I'm not quitting.

It's not like it's been
three days or three weeks.

I've given it three years.

And a manager
from the local Stage Sensations

came to spy on
the open house,

so I reached out
to him today,

and he offered me
a teaching job.

And honestly,
I feel so liberated.

Well, that's wonderful, Xiomara.

Well, you inspired me

by making your own
career change.

It's never too late to commit

to something new, right, Danny?

No!

It's not too late.

You can take this Sofia down,

- I'm sure of it.
- No.

Oh, please, own your hotness.

Mmm, amen.

That's what I've
been telling her.

Wow, this brunch is going great.

Seriously,
you're a ten in my book.

Yeah.

Mommy's writing a book.

Oh. No, no, that's, that's
not what I was talking...

My mommy's writing
a book, too... or trying to.

Can you blame me?

Yeah, I'm just having

a little writer's block
right now.

Totally. Me, too.

It's the worst, right?

Yeah.

Yours is a little
different, though,

because you're not
a writer, so...

I knew you were mad about that.

I'm not mad.

I'm just flummoxed.

Well, I write every day.

You know? Yeah. Presentations,

- letters, e-mails.
- I mean, I stay at a lot of hotels.

Doesn't mean
I can run one.

Fine.

If I admit it's really hard,
will you be happy?

A little, yeah.

It is.

And I don't know what I'm doing.

Don't repeat that.

Thanks for saying that.

And get a ghostwriter.

What?

To help you write your book.

Where on earth am I supposed
to find someone who I trust,

who knows me really well,

who understands my background
and my day-to-day life,

and who just happens
to be a talented writer?

Jane, would you ghostwrite
my book?

I-I don't think that's
a really good...

I'll pay you $150 an hour.

$300.

No more than a hundred hours.

150.

Deal.

Yay!

What could go wrong?

So, yes.

Jane and I made up,
so thank you.

And, yes.

We'll turn over
those blueprints, J.R.

That's great.

I'll let the detectives know

you're cooperating, Peter.

You ready to go
to the doctor's, Mom?

What doctor?

I got you in
to see a specialist.

To try to help with your memory.

Everything is so complicated.

There are so many sides
to consider,

and we've thought
about everything.

And we made a decision.

And...

we just want to go
back to being friends.

And family.

And that means
no more kissing,

no more exploring.

And... we both made
this decision.

Okay?

It's the right thing
to do, right?

Yes. Absolutely.

It was the only way
to give ourselves time

without outside pressure.

Exactly.
We can just take it slow.

Wait. We are gonna
have sex, right?

Oh, yeah. We're gonna have
a lot of sex.

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