All language subtitles for Jane The Virgin - 02x07 - Chapter Twenty-Nine.KILLERS.English.C.updated.Addic7ed.com

What's up, my peeps? Let me catch you up.

Jane's whole love triangle
blew up dramatically,

because Michael thought
Rafael went to the cops

- and snitched on him.
- You turned me in!

- Only problem...
- Stop! No!

- Please state your name for the record.
- I'm Eric Wu.

It wasn't Rafael.

And so Jane said good-bye

to Michael.

I know. Super sad.

Also sad...

Michael got fired.

- And then this happened.
- Drive.

And so he was gone for six long months,

and Jane moved on.

So Rafael took a shot.

Go on a date with me.

Yes.

Also taking a shot...

- Rogelio.
- What?

His telenovela version of Mad Men

was a comedic triumph. However,

- he ran into a roadblock.
- What does, uh,

"cease and desist" mean anyway?

Oh. And remember Petra?

She and Jane actually had

- a little breakthrough.
- I have the lovey.

And Jane even invited her to Thanksgiving.

Nice, right?

Not so nice?

She came home to this.

It vas accident?

Well, it is Black Friday,

and 'tis the season

for more drama.

So let's dive in.

Even when she was young,

- Jane Gloriana Villanueva
- Tyler, no!

Knew the value of hard work.

But her first ever babysitting job

turned out to be really hard.

Potentially life-threatening.

Fine.

Five minutes... but then

I'm reading you A Christmas Carol.

You'll love it. I mean, there's ghosts

from the past and the present and...

Hey. So, how's it going?

Oh, thank God the Villanueva women

only have girls.

Yeah.

I had a feeling about that kid.

What's the inside of the house like?

Oh, my God, Mom, it's,
like, my dream house.

There's a white picket fence...

No.

No, I don't care how
good the babysitter is.

- It's not the same as family.
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Plus, I can't imagine leaving
Mateo with a stranger.

Speaking of ghosts from the past...

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I get it, but if we don't hire a sitter,

we'll be going on our date

sometime around Presidents' Day.

America's least romantic holiday.

- What about next week, Ma?
- Oh, Christmas dance recital rehearsal, remember?

- I could do it tonight.
- Nah, my grad school Christmas party's tonight.

You really want to drink with the same people
you're locked in a room with five days a week?

You'd have so much more
fun drinking with me.

Yes. But I have to go.

Dr. Lorraine Bolton's gonna be there.

Seriously?

Author of the The New York Times bestseller

12 Things Romy Did Before Dying?

Inspirational TED Talk speaker

- with two million hits?
- Any relation to Michael Bolton?

Ooh. I've heard of him.

Anyway, she is the most in demand professor

in our department because she is brilliant.

- And fabulous, and I need her to be my advisor.
- Got it.

Did you ask your dad to babysit?

Yeah. He said he's busy with Hombres Locos.

He say anything else?

No. Nothing about your theme song.

- He hates it.
- He doesn't!

He's slammed... I'm sure he
hasn't even listened to it yet.

The song is amazing.

Seriously,

you're our very own Michael Bolton.

Jane, listen to me.

Okay, two-hand grab. This is serious.

I really think that we
should hire a babysitter.

I will even background check

the background-checking company.

What do you think?

It would be nice to
have someone to help out

when we're all stretched out a little thin.

Okay, I'll meet some of the candidates.

But... I am making no promises.

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Can I help you find something?

No, thank you. Most of us are experts.

Okay, since this is
your first Black Friday,

- let's go over some rules.
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I just want to say how honored I am

- to be included in this Villanueva...
- First rule:

- no chitchat.
- Rule number two:

never dig in the bins;
the bins are for suckers.

Nobody needs a 12-pack of hand sanitizer.

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- She said...
- Got it.

Don't go looking in anybody else's cart.

Okay, then. Well, this'll
be our meeting spot.

I'll see everybody in an hour.

Clear eyes, full carts,

- let's shop!
- Yes!

Oh, wow. There's a ghost

Jane didn't expect to see this Christmas.

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- Hi.
- Oh, hey.

So, how have you been?

Um, pretty good, actually.
I did some traveling.

Good. Yeah.

I heard that you lost your job.

- I was worried.
- I'm sorry, I actually can't do this.

I'm just not interested in catching up.

- Oh, okay.
- Yeah, just,

- you know, I've moved on, so...
- Yes.

- I'm sorry. Of course.
- Yeah.

Hey, Michael.

Take care.

You okay?

Mm-hmm.

I mean, I get why Michael
didn't want to talk.

He's moved on.

But it's just so weird.

Okay, so what about this
for the Christmas party?

Note... the riding boots.

Dr. Bolton is a champion equestrian,

so I'm trying to pique her interest

without having to answer too
many questions about horses.

You look great.

Very advisable.

- Mm, mm, mm.
- Now, go get her.

Yes, yes, yes. Hi, baby!

You ready to go to Daddy's?

Huh, Mr. Mateo?

Who is my best boy?

Yes, you are.

Yes, you are!

Can we stop that?

Yes, we can. Yes, we can.

Hey, Petra.

Oh! Jane. Hi!

Yeah. Still haven't gotten used to the fact

that these two are friendly.

Hey, uh, thanks again

for the Thanksgiving leftovers.

I think my babies are now 20% stuffing.

- Then again, it's only been a day.
- Oh...

Of course.

See you later.

What's with all the ice?

Oh. Swollen ankles. You
know how pregnancy is.

- Yeah. Here, let me help.
- No, I'm good.

- Oh, come on, I can grab one.
- I'm fine.

- Don't worry about it.
- You're pregnant. I can do it.

- Jane, I'm fine!
- Oh.

Well, that was a little cold.

- _
- Is that enough?

We'll find out.

- _
- Okay.

Enough... enough of this.

We need to go to the police, Mother,

tell them the truth.

You went to slap him.

You forgot about the... hook.

I just got out of jail
for aggravated assault.

Do you think they're going to believe me?

They'll lock me up, throw away the key.

I can't do this, Mother.
I-I can't be an accomplice.

You tell the police...

and I will take you down with me.

Don't worry. I have a plan.

I wanted to say good-bye.

I'm taking a quick trip to Los Angeles.

Be sure to follow me on
Periscope, Twitter and Instagram.

Or TMZ. I'm sure they're going
to be all over me at LAX.

Geez, Rogelio, if you hated
my theme song that much,

you could just tell me... you
don't have to leave the state.

What?!

No, no.

Xiomara...

your theme song was like
a thousand tiny angels

tickling my eardrums.

Really? You loved it?

- Why didn't you say anything?
- I'm sorry.

I've been the tiniest bit
focused on myself lately.

But know that I sent
your song to Telemasivo,

because I think it would be
perfect for Hombres Locos.

Problem is, there might
not be an Hombres Locos.

Which is just plain loco.

What? Why?

There's a legal issue

with the original Mad Men.

However, I tracked down the person

capable of untangling this mess,

so I must fly to Hollywood to speak to him,

bigwig to bigwig.

And speaking of bigwigs...

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Okay, I've done my research on Dr. Bolton,

and I have five anecdotes to
casually slip into any conversation

in order to evoke a natural and
spontaneous connection between us.

Love it. What a fun-slash-creepy
way to begin your relationship.

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- Ay. You remember this poser, right?

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Hey, Wesley!

Ugh. He makes me so mad!

Babe, just relax, okay?

Bolton is gonna love you.

Okay. Here goes.

Oh, nope, never mind.

I'll wait till Dr. Doom has cleared out.

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The man hates me.

He doesn't hate you.

You haven't seen my latest evaluation.

I'm forwarding it to you right now.

Seriously, have another glass of wine.

You need to chill out.

Yeah.

That sounds like the weirdest
orphans' Thanksgiving ever.

Was Rafael's crazy sister there?

No. Luisa was at this
place in South America.

The Osho Ashram.

The what, now?

Mm, mm. This place that she disappears to

when she feels like she
might fall off the wagon.

Ah.

Okay, he's leaving. I'm going in.

- Jane.
- Professor Chavez.

It should be noted that Jane was armed

with a carefully researched list

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- of spontaneous and funny anecdotes.

- _
- Also, she was kind of drunk.

My cousin's actually the mayor of Savannah.

I wrote my thesis on Lima.

Lady Royal bucked me so hard

I lost my sense of smell for a year.

Je le fais souvent...

I was traumatized.

The nuns used to check
the length of my skirt

with a credit card.

Well, that's not very interesting.

Get in there, Jane!

I actually taught at a
Catholic high school last year,

and I had...

a pretty crazy exp...

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I-I am so sorry. Here, let me help.

Uh...

Oh...

Please stop.

Just... stay away from me.

Well, there's your funny anecdote.

No drinking and e-mailing.

Mom, you don't understand.

I have to apologize.

I... pawed at her boob.

And then somehow I squeezed!

Good. You finally got some action.

Now, make your case the old-fashioned way.

Also making his case,

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- Rogelio... or trying, anyway.

So as Don Juan Draper closes
the cigarette account,

Rogelito opens up a carton...
to celebrate, no?...

but instead of cigarettes,
it's filled with...

cocaine!

Then Rogelito starts to snort

the cocaine, when bam!

Don Juan Draper shoots him in the head!

Then he turns coolly to camera and says,

"I'd like to sell the world some coke."

Fade out.

End of pilot.

No.

And speaking of bad news...

I've counseled Nadine's family

since they joined our church...

Yeah, I know.

I can't believe she's gone.

You said you worked for Sin
Rostro because she threatened

your family... if that's true,
help me catch her. Help me.

I'm not a cop anymore.

We don't have to play by the rules.

We're also here

to celebrate her life.

It's a tragedy...

Rose was supposed to be here.

What's going on?

Nadine, did you set me up?

No. No. I swear.

- You did. You-you set me up.
- I didn't!

We're also here

to celebrate

her life. It's a tragedy...

to have to mourn her death.

Wait a minute.

This guy looks familiar.

- Please state your name for the record.
- I'm Eric Wu, and I'm here

to talk about my friend, Nadine Hansen.

Oh. It's the guy who turned Michael in.

What are you doing here, man?

No one needs to be reminded

- about what happened.
- I'm sorry.

I'm very sorry.

Also feeling rather sorry? Our Jane.

Hello?

Dr. Bolton?

Okay.

Okay, just leave the note on her desk.

What?

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Okay, no problem. Write another one.

Seriously?

What kind of writer doesn't
have a pen on her desk?

Excuse me?

Oh. Dr. Bolton. Uh, I'm sorry.

I-I was not digging through your desk.

Well, I was, but only
to write you an apology,

and now that it appears I've
broken into your office,

there are two things I
need to apologize for.

Damn it! Oh, no.

No.

Th-Th-The cafeteria ladies in
the student union will give you

a bag of ice and a pinch so
your milk doesn't go bad.

I have the same pumping bag.

- You're nursing?
- Well, I...

I stopped two days ago, and I
hadn't had a drink in forever,

and that's why last night I was just...

- and then I, you know...
- Well,

that's good to know.

I'm going to New York this weekend,

and I was planning to pump and dump.

Yeah, don't have that second glass of wine.

And there it was... a natural

and spontaneous connection.

Look, I might be pushing my luck here...

but you're part of the reason I applied,

and if I'm gonna be at school
and not at home with my kid,

I want to at least make it worth it.

She said yes!

- To being your advisor?
- No! Not yet!

To reading my material. But it's a start.

Okay, you ready?

I'm nauseous. We won't stop looking

until we find the perfect person.

Plus, I bought that nanny cam.

- We can use it...
- No. If I'm gonna hire a sitter,

then I need to be able to trust her.

Which brings us here, now...

to Babysitting Idol!

How do you handle difficult situations,

like a baby crying uncontrollably?

Coddling babies is creating a generation

that refuses to grow up.

At some point, they've just got

to toughen up and face real life.

If you want something, ask me for it.

Don't just sit there crying like a baby.

Next.

So, we usually follow an eat, sleep,

play, change routine.

- Oh, babies don't need diapers.
- Hmm?

Have you heard of
Elimination Communication?

I learn the baby's cues,

he learns my cues, and then we
hold them over the potty, and...

Psh, psh, psh, psh, psh.

- Next.
- psh, psh, psh...

So, you've done this before?

Next!

How long have you been

caring for children, Chepa?

40 years.

First two of my own,

then I spent 18 years as a pediatric nurse.

When I retired, I missed
being with the little ones,

so I started babysitting.

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What's your favorite age
to care for, and why?

Each age

brings its own joys and challenges.

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Where are you from?

Frutillar, Chile.

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How do you feel about speaking

both Spanish and English to the baby?

I prefer Spanish.

- _
- Only because Mateo

will be hearing English
the majority of the time.

But, of course, it's your choice.

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I'll admit, I'm impressed.

And?

And if each and every one

of her references check out...

then we may

possibly have a part-time,

very occasional...

sitter.

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I can't. I'm too upset!

Wh-What's going on?

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The project is over.

Done. Dead.

- Aw, I'm sorry, Dad.
- Just like that, no?

And my private investor,

he sank everything he had into it!

Well, that guy's an idiot.
Who sinks everything

into a TV pilot?

Dad?

No.

You were the investor?

How much did you invest?

Everything I had in cash.

I tried to invest

my SAG retirement,

but my financial advisor wouldn't let me.

And now I feel bad for calling her

a "narrow-minded idiot."

She did me a real solid.

- When I'm 65, I'll thank her again.
- Okay,

you'll-you'll sell your
house, sell your cars.

They're all leased. Like Tyga.

Everything?

Yes.

I live paycheck to paycheck.

Granted,

$50,000 paycheck

to $50,000 paycheck, but
until I start getting

more $50,000 paychecks...

You're...

broke?

Yes.

And now I am mad at my advisor, again!

I mean, she does this for a living.

How could she have let
me invest everything?!

You spend $10,000 on something
called "smile maintenance"?

It's worth every penny, no?

And why do you own 40 Hermès scarves?

I get cold.

No. You clearly need to go on a budget.

No more of that.

But I love New Pants Wednesday.

It's a perfect antidote

to the mid-week blahs.

Dad, big picture...

you need to tighten your belt.

Don't cut out my trainer.

If you rent a small
place, get a cheaper car,

you can ride out unemployment

for about six months until you
find your next passion project.

And check this out.

One search...

an adorable one-bedroom condo

totally in your new price range.

No, no, no, no. Forget it.

Rogelio de la Vega

doesn't do adorable.

He goes big or he goes home...

to his mansion on the beach.

That doesn't seem

like an option right now.

It is if I go to Telemasivo.

I will swallow my pride,
and they will put me

in one of the projects I passed on.

Hello?

Jane. Hi. It's Petra.

Hey, Petra.

I, um... I wanted to apologize

for yesterday.

I wasn't... feeling great.

Oh.

That's okay.

Ah, poor Petra.

She doesn't have much
experience with friends.

Petra?

Yes. Sorry. I, um...

I was also wondering if...

maybe you, uh...

you wanted to... have lunch sometime?

What?

Well, I had fun

on Thanksgiving, and-and...

wondering if, um...

maybe...

we could get together...

and eat.

Oh.

You know what? Forget it.

No. How about tomorrow?

At noon.

Yes. Perfect.

I'll, um... pencil that in.

So long, Jane.

I think Petra just... asked me on a date.

She said yes.

Oh, I got to go. Wish me luck.

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Excuse me.

This is the alcoholic support group, right?

Sure is.

Sorry. Are those mala
beads from the Osho Ashram?

Yeah. That place changed my life.

Oh, my God, me, too.

Rafael's sister?

She's the one who impregnated you?

I think the word that you're
looking for is... "What?"

Well, that's just the craziest
story I have ever heard.

Yeah. And definitely your first novel.

I know a publisher who would love it.

Uh, wow.

- Are you serious?
- I know, I know,

- getting ahead of my self.
- No,

- get ahead of yourself.
- Okay.

- Let's focus on why you're here.
- Mm-hmm.

Your story. Great news...

I think your writing shows real promise.

I just loved the big reveal.

So your stepmother was
the crime lord Sin Rostro?

Rose? Sin Rose-tro? You get it?

She always did love a good play on words.

So, what was she like?

Oh, God, I don't even know where to begin.

Well... I guess with the
way that she made love.

Loved, loved,

loved that character.

But here's my advice.

Take everything that
you have written and...

turn the volume up.

Sorry, I, uh, couldn't hear you.

- Can you speak up?
- Oh, happy to. Where was I?

You and your brother are
half-siblings from different moms.

Right. But both moms are messed up.

I mean, his mom took off...

I really want you

to make me gasp.

Gasp.

Okay.

Your mom committed suicide?

Yup. She jumped off a bridge.

And my dad didn't want a scandal,

so he paid off the coroner,
bought a death certificate

and told the press that she died of cancer.

- No.
- Closed casket, obviously.

Wait, so you never... you never saw a body.

No.

Why? Do you think that's weird?

- Do you?
- Do you?

So is there anything
specific that you can give me

in terms of direction as
I attack this rewrite?

Just...

figure out how to make it all...

more sparkly.

Yes, yes,

of course we want you back.

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And of course we want to
put you in our next big hit.

Great. Because I am ready!

Ready to bring back New Pants Wednesday!

So, what's the show?

Audiences will love to
see Rogelio de la Vega

as...

the roguish cowboy El Ranchero

in... El Rancho

de Mi Corazon.

That's the exact hat I
wore when playing Frederico

in Llanuras de Traicion.

Come on, it's not the hat
that makes the cowboy,

it's the cowboy that makes the hat.

It's up to you

to add the pizzazz!

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Psh, psh, psh.

I don't know, Dad.

- You just don't seem like your heart is in it.
- Oh, no, no, no,

I am making an acting choice.

To make the role more challenging,

I have decided to play it like
I'm suffering from Lyme disease.

Mm. Well, you do sound very tired.

I am tired. I'm tired of this part.

You know, after Hombres Locos,
doing El Rancho de mi Corazon

feels like a... creative step backward.

Are you sure you just don't
want to go on a budget?

- I can't. I just can't.
- Why? Why?

- You can't just say you can't.
- Jane, stop.

I lived like that once, okay?

Sitting alone

in my one-bedroom apartment,
eating ramen noodles,

broke and miserable.

I've worked too hard...
I can't go back there.

You're not gonna believe this.

Telemasivo wants to use the song
that I wrote for Hombres Locos

in another show.

- What?!
- That's wonderful, Xiomara!

No, but it's...

it's for Esteban's show.

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- Rogelio.

Hello.

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How do you feel about that? Me?

I feel... great,

of course.

It's not a problem.

Kind of a problem?

Dr. Bolton's notes.

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Make me gasp.

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Turn up the volume!

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Just make it all... more sparkly.

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I know how you feel, Mr. Sweet Face.

I want to cry, too.

♪ Where is Petra? Where is Petra? ♪

♪ I don't know ♪

♪ I don't know... ♪

♪ Oh, there she is ♪

♪ I see her, there
she is, I see her... ♪

Get out of the way, get out of the way.

What are you doing?

I told you, I have plan.

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But I don't care about your plan...
you're supposed to be upstairs with Ivan.

The cleaning crew is going to
be on our floor any minute.

Mother, get back up there!

I cannot. I have an emergency.

I cannot go with him looking at me.

Well, how long will you be?
Your guess is as good as mine.

Mother? Mother!

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"Something came up"?

Seriously, Mateo? "Something came up"?

All right, what am I looking at?

It's the back room of Bar Lunara.

I got the coordinates on Nadine's phone,

went in as an electrician, set up a camera.

Okay, I should let you in on a
little secret. Remember this?

Give me your badge and your gun.

Come on.

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Well, here's what happened
the moment before.

Give me one reason why
I shouldn't fire you.

Here's one. Cordero's got
something no one else has.

A direct line to Nadine,

who's got a direct line

to Sin Rostro.

Let's fire him, make a big show of it,

then he can embed himself with
Nadine, see where it leads.

Yup, you guessed it.

Michael's been undercover.

Well, you didn't guess it...

I just told you. Anyway...

Look at this. Cash transactions.

And that's way more than a
crappy club on Collins pulls in.

I did some research. The bar was purchased

by The Maracay Group in 1983.

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We're thinking Rose
inherited it from Emilio

and is using it as a
money laundering front.

No laundry required, but if you
do have time, baby detergent only.

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20 minutes, cold wash, gentle cycle.

Am I going too fast? Just let me
know if you need me to slow down.

No. This is perfect.

Okay, that is enough.

Time for our date.

Chepa's good. Right, Chepa?

- I'm very good.
- Great.

I would like to get to know Mateo.

- Go out, have fun.
- Yeah, okay.

I just want to say good-bye to him.

Okay. Uh, bye, Chepa.

I'm gonna go get the car.

Okay. Good-bye, sweetie.

Mommy loves you. Mommy loves you so much.

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De España!

I think I should be stabbing
someone as I say this.

Bring me an extra to stab.

How dare you!

What are you doing here?

This is a closed set.

Guards! Seize him!

I know we've been

fiercest rivals both on screen and off,

but there are certain things
that even the fiercest rivals

do not do to one another!

Is this about me sleeping with Luciana?

Because that was just a publicity stunt.

I loathe that woman.

She calls me "el flacido."

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- No!

This is about you using my
girlfriend to get to me.

You have crossed the line, Esteban.

- I have no idea what you're talking about.
- Don't play innocent.

Okay? I know your plan.

You chose Xiomara's theme song,

and then you're planning to pull the plug

at the last moment to humiliate her.

We chose Xiomara's song?

- Wait, what?
- What?

- Nothing. Why?
- Enough!

Now I know the truth.

And I am pulling the offer.

El erecto!

Shh...

Luckily,

things seem to be going well here.

I have one tiny thought
for your bedtime ritual.

Oh, no. That's it. I'm done.

What?!

I have worked with people like you before.

It never ends. No one can
do it as well as Mommy.

No, no, no.

Th-That's not it!

Chepa!

You went to Esteban behind my back?!

- I was angry... I thought he was messing with me.
- Yeah, yeah, of course.

Because it's all about you!
All the time, everything!

Finally, there is one thing in our life

that is about me, and you ruin it!

Xiomara...

- Hey.
- Hey.

Uh, I thought you had your date.

Long story. And I don't end
up looking too good in it.

I'm gonna put him down,

and get some writing done.

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- Oh, no, not this sentence again.

- Let it go.
- BOLTON: Just make it all...

more sparkly. Turn up the volume.

Make me gasp.

Huh.

She's going back to
Professor Chavez's comments.

Losing point of view here.

The sentence structure works.

The problem is the tonal
shift is too jarring.

He's right... that's
just clumsy storytelling.

Now...

to the police station!

Watch when we zoom in.

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Oh, my God.

You know who used blue
silk ties? A drug lord

that ran Miami back in the '80s.

Went by the name Mutter.

This bar isn't a Sin Rostro front.

It's a Mutter front. Exactly.

We know Mutter kidnapped Luisa

to send a message to Rose.

I think Rose was planning
to send a message back,

and this bar was her target.

Also focused on her target...

Come in.

So, I was trying to write last night,

and I found your notes
incredibly clear and so helpful.

And I don't know why it
took me so long to realize

how incredibly clear and helpful they are,

but now that I know, I
wanted to ask you, um...

would you consider being my advisor?

I appreciate the thought, Jane.

But the Emperor of Smug Condescension

doesn't have room for any more advisees.

You haven't seen my latest evaluation.

I'm forwarding it to you right now.

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Chavez...

Now, if you'll excuse me...

I have a class to teach.

- No!
- I told you I have plan.

This is plan.

This is not plan... this is...

Weekend at Bernie's.

Oh. What's that smell?

Vodka and lemons,

to cover dead man stench.

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- What was the tuna for?
- Me.

I got hungry.

Just help me get him out of here.

No, get back in there! Not yet.

Petra?

Oh. Jane. Hi.

Hi. What happened to you the other day?

You just kind of cancelled last minute.

Yeah. I, uh...

Petra, what's going on?

What... I... I just...

don't need us to be friends, okay?

Uh, what?

I felt guilty, because you
invited me to Thanksgiving

and... I tried,

but it's not worth it.

Okay.

Got it.

Yeah.

I'm officially done with Petra.

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Amen!

Rogelio.

- What are you all doing here?
- We're here to show

our #Rogelilove for your
first day of shooting.

Aren't you still mad at me?

'Course I am... but even
when I'm pissed off,

I'm still gonna show up.

We got your back, Dad, no matter that.

You know that.

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Okay, people, the first scene

for El Rancho de mi Corazon is up.

And in that moment, Rogelio realized

he would never have to worry
about being poor again,

because he was rich in love.

And... action!

And so he did what heroes do.

Where is he going?

He rode off into the sunset.

And seeing her father make such
a courageous and crazy choice

gave Jane the courage to make her own.

Why did you register

to take my class again?

You won't receive any academic credit.

But since you won't take
me on as an advisee,

I will take your class for no credit,

because you're gonna
make me a better writer,

and that's why I'm here,
away from my kid so much.

So...

I'll see you in January.

Okay...

wait.

Frankly, I'd rather see you once a week

as an advisor than three
times a week in my class.

Give me...

Uh, right, right. No problem.

I'm leaving now.

You're really leaving?

Yes. We are really...

leaving.

Ah. Date night.

- Take two.
- One hour, a trial run.

You can do this.

One hour, we will pay you for three.

You can do this.

Okay.

Give her the baby.

What is that?

Sorry. New ringtone.

Come on.

- Whoa!
- So since this is our first date,

if you're gonna be one
of those girls that's

always on her cell phone,
this is not gonna work out.

Oh. I was actually just
lining up my next date.

I think this car's pretty douche-y, so...

Where are we going, anyway?

Well, since we only have an hour...

I wanted to show you something.

I'm thinking about making an offer.

I don't understand.

It doesn't seem like your kind of house.

When I was younger,

sometimes I'd drive by houses like this...

just imagine everything perfect inside.

Yeah, me, too.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Anyways, it's kind of halfway

between your house and the Marbella.

I'm not asking you to live here
with me, 'cause I know that

this is just our first date

and you think I drive
a douche-y car, but...

But I do want

your opinion.

I love it.

So much.

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It's Lina, and she says it's important.

So, what's the rest of
your story, Jane Gloriana?

Was Rafael's crazy sister there?

I mean, after everything you've told me

about his insane family...

I know. It's, like, the
curse of the Solanos.

Oh, no.

Absolutely... I want you to bury this guy.

Of course. The piece is littered
with quotes from my sister.

I'm sure she had no idea.

Okay, call me back.

Wesley is looking at a
multimillion-dollar defamation lawsuit.

My lawyers say when we are done with him,

he's going to be broke and unemployable.

Raf, I'm so sorry.

It's okay. It's not your fault.

You didn't know.

Hello?

Okay, so what kind of
statement should we put out?

This is a work thing. Sorry.

How'd it go? How was he?

Perfect. And he waved.

- Really?!
- I swear.

You should have seen that little boy...

he was so proud of himself.

Oh...

Thank you.

Are you available next
Thursday at my house?

Turns out you don't actually
need to spend $5,000

on a fresh pine tree after all.

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And that's the tour, you know?

I live, eat, cook all in the same room.

It's actually quite convenient.

You're doing the right thing, Rogelio.

Betting on yourself.

I agree. Who better to bet on?

I will wait for the perfect script

to come along...

It's Telemasivo. Hang on.

Hello?

Y-Yes, this is Xiomara.

What?

They're gonna use my song!

And look how surprised Rogelio is.

Then again, he is a wonderful actor.

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Cut! Okay,

let's do the scene again,

only this time we're going to have him

slip and fall into the mud

at the end.

- Esteban...
- Unless you don't want Xiomara

to have her song on our show.

Let's go again.

Take 14.

I'm going in the mud!

Did you do something?

No.

Aw. These two are in such a sweet place.

- Not in such a sweet place?
- Petra.

What is going on with you?

Oh, you know, Mother.

We're burying a body.

He was not a good man.

Mateo, are you sad that
Mommy missed your first wave?

Well... I have a secret.

I installed a nanny cam.

Hey, don't judge me. Daddy's
the one that bought it.

What the hell? No, you paid me to lie

to the cops about Cordero,
and now Nadine's dead

and he's showing up at her
funeral and staring at me.

- Hey, calm down. Calm down.
- No! No.

- You said nobody would ever find out.
- Okay. Shh. Look,

we can't talk about this here, okay?

I will give you whatever you
want, but you have to go.

Jane.

It's not what you think.

I think... you hired someone
to go to the police and lie.

What he was saying was the truth.

I heard Michael on the monitor.

- He let Nadine go.
- You got him fired.

He should have been fired.

Because of what he did,
Mateo was kidnapped,

and you couldn't see it. No,
no. Don't turn this around.

Hey, no, you told me to fight for you, you
told me to fight for our family, and I was.

- I was fighting for us.
- Just stop it!

- Jane, w...
- Let me by.

Did you read this article on the Solanos?

No, I haven't gotten around to that yet.

You're gonna want to hear
this. "As for Luisa's mother,

"she supposedly committed
suicide by jumping off a bridge

"in 1983.

"But it was a closed-casket funeral.

Could she still be alive?"

Yes. Just do it. Open it.

No, no, no! I'm not ready. Stop.

So what are you saying? Come on, Cordero,

this can't just be a coincidence.

She dies in 1983,

the same year The Maracay
Group bought Bar Lunara?

Osho Ashram breath in...

Osho Ashram breath out...

Okay...

I'm ready.

No, don't open it!

What if she set up the
money laundering front

and then...

faked her own death

so she could operate underground?

Oh my God.

She's not in there!

That means...

that means...

Mutter is Luisa's mother.

I can't believe it! I'm gonna find my mom!

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