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Welcome back, friends.

You'll recall our Jane was dealing with quite a doozy

because Michael came back from the freaking dead,

only he was just a little different.

Actually,

I go by Jason now, ma'am.

You see, it turns out Rose,

aka Sin Rostro,

kidnapped Michael and gave him amnesia.

You don't remember me?

And her former lover Luisa

was determined to find out why she did it.

I know, straight out of a telenovela, right?

And speaking of telenovelas,

Jane's father Rogelio was excited

to launch the American version of The Passions of Santos,

and his costar... The fabulous River Fields,

who he had a rocky relationship with.

Also navigating tricky relationships... Alba.

See, she had a quickie wedding to her ex-boyfriend Jorge

to help him get a green card. The only problem...

Her fake marriage had Alba catching real feelings.

And speaking of feelings, our Jane vowed to help Michael...

My bad.

Jason get his memories back, but she refused

to let it interfere with her relationship with Rafael.

I want to move in with you now.

I love you, Rafael.

Which, my friends, is where we left off.

When Jane Gloriana Villanueva

was two months, 12 days and 18 hours old,

she received her first sacrament

in the Catholic Church.

And as she moved through her religious life,

these were her touchstones,

her holy rites of passage.

In the name of the Father...

And of the Son

and of the Holy Spirit.

Some were solemn,

some were joyous.

Amen.

But they were, above all,

eternal.

Or until death do us part.

Or so Jane thought.

It wasn't the lawyer. It was a telemarketer.

I guess she doesn't have a ton of experience

with husbands who come back from the dead.

I just want an answer. I mean, yes or no?

But I love that lamp.

I picked it out

and I forced you to buy it.

That's right,

while Jane was moving out,

Jorge was moving in.

Temporarily, of course.

Like I said. And...

Abuela, you okay?

But it could still be confusing.

You know I finally had my mind off of that, right?

Mom!

I can't find the blue pieces from my building set!

Oh. It's the lawyer.

Hello? Hi. Yes. Uh, so, am I married or not?

Sync and correction by LittleDuck www.addic7ed.com

Still no answer?

No, it's crazy.

She's consulting colleagues,

a conflicting legal precedent, blah, blah, blah.

Your grandma let you have this?

The point is, I might not know

if I'm married or not for a week.

I deserve that lamp.

And for you...

Ooh. A color-coded calendar.

What is the occasion?

It's how I'm gonna help Jason get his memories back

without letting it interfere in our life.

I am liking this calendar.

Right? Mateo's blue. We have to keep them apart, obviously.

Agreed. What is, uh, CCD?

Catholic classes until his first Communion.

We talked about this. You said yes.

I just don't want Mateo thinking

every time he does something wrong, he's going to hell.

That is not what the Church teaches...

at first.

Look, my husband just came back from the dead.

Can you just agree to what you already agreed to?

Is this what Catholic guilt feels like?

- Yeah. Is it working? - Yes.

Thank you. By the way, note the calendar.

You don't leave for work for half an hour,

and Mateo's at school.

Oh. So we have a window?

Oh, we have a window.

Oh.

Hey.

Unfortunately, they also had a door,

which had been accidentally left open.

Sorry I'm early.

It's just I get up with the cock's crow.

But if it's a bad time, I can come back later...

after.

No, no, it's okay. Let's get you moved into the Marbella.

I just need to find my shoes.

And underwear.

So, how was your visit with your dad?

Any memories?

Nope, but I had a real good time.

What did you guys do?

Oh, you know, just

caught up on episodes of NCIS.

You guys watched television?

It was nice.

Quiet.

But I'm back and ready for you and all the talking.

And from one amnesiac

to another.

But more sexy.

I play a sexy amnesiac, so maybe this hair...

goes on this side, huh?

Like I forgot how to part it properly.

You'll recall Rogelio was launching the American version

of The Passions of Santos.

Hey, you.

Why are you calling again?

I just want to make sure

you don't feel too lonely at home.

For the last time, I'm fine.

Because I can delay it until after chemo.

Please don't say you can delay until after chemo.

I'm serious, Rogelio.

Stop feeling guilty. I'm great.

You're finally shooting The Passions of Steve and Brenda.

Now go have a great first day,

and don't call again.

And stay professional.

Remember, you got to a good place with River.

Don't mess it up.

I won't.

And, friends,

it's important to note: that was his plan.

Good morning, Mr. Co-President.

Good morning, Madam Co-President.

Shall we run lines?

New script pages, hot off the presses.

Oh. Great.

Ooh, fun.

Oh, they made my monologue even juicier.

Well, I better get these babies ready to emote.

I thought we were running lines.

First, I want to have a word

with those tasteless, talentless hacks

who call themselves...

Writers!

The finest wordsmiths

in Miami and my very favorite people.

So, I found...

Uh, Mr. De la Vega, this is the production office.

I see. Okay.

Well... good producing.

Take two.

Writers.

My favorite people in the whole world.

I noticed my monologue was missing

from the latest script. Not to worry.

I'm sure that omitting the most powerful moment

in the pilot was just an oversight.

It's sweet but not too sweet.

You think it's coconut sugar?

What are those... things?

River boats. She gave 'em to the whole crew

to celebrate the first day of shooting.

I didn't know River had a cookie line.

She's just so nice.

Agreed.

So... very nice.

You just seem sarcastic when you say that.

Oh, no. I'm very glad to have this crazy calendar.

Why did the vendor send Chardonnay

when I specifically ordered Chablis?

Weren't you on the call when I placed the order?

I told you, always be on my calls,

taking notes so situations like this are avoided.

Find me the Chablis.

Now!

Turns out "temp" is just another word for "incompetent."

Anyway, welcome to the Marbella.

Yup, looks like

someone's still crushing on Petra.

Well, thanks for putting us up.

He could use a walk. Come on, Bo. Come on.

No one said anything about a dog.

Can you make an exception?

Think of him as like an emotional support animal.

Emotional support for what?

For coming back from the dead!

He so much as lifts a leg in here, he's out.

And that goes for Jason, too.

Thanks. Trust me, he needs that dog,

because he is not a people person.

Oh, man.

Maybe he's just not a Jane person.

Maybe not yet,

but we're still getting to know each other.

It'll get better.

Totally agree. Either that...

Or way worse.

Okay, so I don't cook, but Michael loved frittatas,

so this was the one thing I learned to make.

Pretty good, but I'd add ham.

Maybe some kind of a meat.

What are you gonna eat?

Well, that was for the both of us.

So, what do you think?

You're messing with me, right?

There's no way Michael liked this book.

And so, yeah, Star Wars was Michael's favorite movie.

He actually didn't drink anything all day

when the last one came out, just to ensure

that he definitely wouldn't have to go to the bathroom during it.

Wake up!

Okay, so I put together a box of Michael's things.

Oh, those were his... your...

LSAT scores.

- You passed. - Wow.

Crazy. I would never want to be a lawyer.

Oh, n-no, don't throw it away.

- I'll-I'll just keep it. - Yeah?

- Yeah. - Sure.

Oh, those are from your car. You can have those if you want.

Uh, no, thanks. What happened to the car?

Oh, I-I sold it.

Well, how much you get?

Like, 1,200 bucks, I think.

Can I have that, then?

Are you serious?

He looks dead serious.

Or should I say "back from the dead serious"?

Or like half?

Could use the money more than a license plate.

What?

Nothing. You know, maybe I can go

to the used car dealership and get your car back.

Oh, I'm sure they'll remember me since I was the one sobbing

while I handed over the keys to my dead husband's car.

Why would they give you the car back

when you already spent the money?

I didn't actually mean you'd be getting it back.

- Oh, you were being sarcastic? - Yeah, I was being sarcastic,

because you were asking for the money.

Yeah, I'm asking for money. Do you not need money?

It's the lawyer.

Hi. This is Jane.

Okay. Got it.

Got it.

Great news.

We're still married.

Ah, yes, friends, you'll recall

we left Jane and Jason...

Married? Seriously?

For now. Apparently Michael's death certificate

nullified our marriage certificate,

but his death certificate is now nullified.

So we have an appointment

to ask the judge to uphold the dissolution.

When?

In six months.

Trust me. I don't want to be married to Jason

for another six months. But what can I do?

What most people do when they don't want

to be married anymore.

Divorce.

Rafael, I'm Catholic.

And...?

And...

Sorry. That was dramatic.

But so is damnation.

Jane?

Catholics can't divorce.

Yeah, but don't you think they'd make an exception in this case?

I don't know. But if I just wait the six months,

I won't have to go against the Church.

But then again, you've broken other church rules.

Like birth control, lots of premarital sex.

Marriage is different.

It's a sacrament.

Okay.

If that's all it is.

Of course that's all it is.

Good old-fashioned Catholic guilt.

Then again, guilt comes from the inside, not the outside.

It's Dennis. I need to go meet

my sister at the precinct. Then we're gonna head to the prison,

see if Rose will tell Luisa why she wiped Michael's memory.

Wow. There's a sentence you don't hear every day.

Do you think Rose will tell her?

I can't guarantee it,

but I'm definitely your best shot.

Agreed.

Aw!

You remember Dennis, right?

I just want to make sure you're okay with meeting Rose.

I know you've had some... struggles in the past.

Not struggles.

Complete mental breakdowns.

It's important to just say it and own it.

Yes, I was an unstable alcoholic

who fell in love with a sociopath.

Again and again...

and again.

And again.

But I'm not that person anymore.

Because now I'm sober.

And... I'm serious.

I can totally handle Rose. And if she even tries

to lure me in with her magnetic eyes and electric sexual energy,

I'm just gonna think

about the truly evil things that she's done.

In fact, I even made a list.

And I'll be, uh, coming as well,

for moral support.

Great. Good call.

So, look,

we found this number buried in Michael's files.

We think it may have something to do

with where she's hiding her money.

Mention it to her.

Let's see how she reacts.

Also waiting for a reaction...

What do you think?

Your very own...

RoBoats.

- Thanks, Rogelio. - Of course.

And, look, where I come from, the writer is God.

So I will never question a decision you've made.

Appreciate that.

But if you want to thank me for such a kind offering...

restore my monologue.

Sorry. No can do.

But I bought you actual boats.

Which are much better than those cheap, carb-heavy River Rafts.

It's not personal, Rogelio.

You still have your moment.

But my moment is...

shorter.

River has a whole speech.

And now all I say is

"I don't understand what's going on."

Sometimes less is more.

I don't understand.

"What's going on."

I don't understand what's going on.

See? Sounds great.

No! I'm saying that I, Rog... elio de la Vega,

don't understand.

How could you cut my monologue down to one line?

We thought this line

was a better reflection of the character.

Where he's at in his journey.

With no memories.

And, friends,

that's when Rogelio's two worlds collided,

as if by design.

Oh, yeah?

And do you know anyone with amnesia?

Because I

happen to know a real-life amnesiac.

Which brings us here, now.

My dad wants to hire you

as an amnesia consultant on his telenovela.

What's a... "telly-novela"?

A TV show.

My-my favorite kind, actually.

Michael and I watched one the night that we met.

They're like... soap operas on steroids.

You know, lots of twists and turns and huge reveals

but with so much heart.

Sold.

600 bucks, I'll consult.

Then we'll call it even on the car.

Got it. I'll let him know.

And suddenly, friends, a twist no one

- saw coming. - What is it?

This shot glass looks so familiar.

We were out,

you and me.

It was night.

We were on, um,

Bourbon Street.

In New Orleans.

And there was a guy who spilled a drink down your back.

You freaked out.

I've never been to New Orleans.

Or Bourbon Street.

Damn.

You're right.

I was remembering an episode of NCIS: New Orleans.

At least Jane didn't see it coming.

I'll be right back.

I-I need some air.

Jane.

Are you okay?

I just realized something.

I'm scared to get a divorce,

because what if Michael gets his memory back?

I mean, if that happened, I don't know

what I would do or how I would feel.

At all.

I'm so sorry that I had to run out.

Something came up.

A full-fledged panic attack is what came up.

What was it?

M-My mom's cancer flared up, actually.

A-Anyway, I will see you on set.

600 bucks. Yay!

Okay, now-now I have to call Rafael.

Whoa, slow down.

- No, I have to. - My cancer's

flaring up.

Just think for a second, okay?

What are you gonna say to him?

That if Michael's memory comes back,

that it'll be very confusing.

I think he knows that.

And I don't know if I'd want to divorce him,

so it wasn't only Catholic guilt like I said.

What was it, then?

Would you want to be with Michael?

What? No.

I love Rafael.

I-It's more that...

How could I look Michael in the eye and say,

"Hey, you were back for two whole weeks

and then I filed for divorce"?

Okay. So it is guilt,

just from a different place.

Which I should tell Rafael.

And also I should tell him

that if Michael got his memory back,

I'm a little scared that I'd have feelings.

But I don't want to and I probably wouldn't?

Yeah, see, I'd wait a beat with that last part.

It's all hypothetical.

Sort out how you're feeling a little more first.

Yeah.

He's actually with Rose now,

trying to find out why she did this.

- Really? - Truly.

Well, this is disappointing.

Why are you here?

I was very clear that I would only speak to Luisa.

Well, that's too bad,

'cause you're talking to both of us.

Oh.

Did you come to thank me?

I took out the competition,

got you the girl.

Why did you wipe Michael's memory?

Is that really what you want to ask me?

Or are you trying to find out

if what I did to Michael is reversible?

Afraid that if Michael gets his memory back,

Jane will go running back

to her one true love like she always does?

Let me talk to her alone.

No! No way!

This is what Rose does.

Don't let her get to you.

Too late. She was so rude.

I will get an answer.

Good. We're all waiting.

Here's the answer.

A real-life amnesiac standing right here.

I brought him here as a consultant

because amnesiacs, as a group,

deserve accurate representation.

And he read the monologue as it was, and he loved it.

Right, Jason?

Yep.

True.

So, when you first came back to your old life,

what was it like?

Oh. Just...

Well, we have our answer. Monologue stays.

- Let's go, Jason. - No, wait. You brought us

an actual amnesiac. This is incredible.

We want to hear from him.

So, what was it like?

Oh, I was just so confused.

Processing everything

- in a lengthy speech. - Um, there was just all this stuff

- coming at me. - You know? Okay, here we go.

Um, I was just like...

"What?"

So that's what you said? "What?"

That's pretty much all I could say.

That's what we're gonna do.

Cut the line and have him just say "What?"

- What? - Perfect.

Authenticity every time. Yes.

Oh, my God.

What?

Is that River Fields?

It is.

You work on her show?

We are costars of our show.

Can you introduce me?

Sure.

Oh, man.

The guys at the ranch are gonna be like, "What?"

River, this is

Jason, our real-life amnesiac.

Ms. Fields,

ma'am, I-I just want to say I'm a huge fan.

Um, you're just...

awesome.

This man

won't stop talking.

This is why I need a monologue!

I-I feel like I'm dreaming right now.

Oh, stop. The dream is mine.

I can't even imagine what you're going through.

And just know that if you ever need anything from me,

and it doesn't conflict with previously scheduled events,

I would be happy to help you any way I can.

Wow, that's so generous of you.

Of course it is,

but you deserve it

after all you've been through.

You're a victim.

You're a real victimized victim.

But instead of whining about it like some people who whine

about every little thing like a shorter monologue,

you keep moving forward.

I can't believe what you've been through.

But I know Jane.

I'm sure she's taking good care of you

and giving you the support that you need.

Okay, moving on.

Time for the big reveal.

Why did you give Michael amnesia?

No pleasantries?

We're not even gonna say hello?

Did you get a tan?

It looks good.

It's none of your business.

And, yes,

thank you.

If only this glass partition weren't here...

Stop.

That is not why I'm here.

Tell me why you did it.

For us.

You and I had just gotten back into town

after our submarine tour.

I had my Eileen face on.

And I ran into Michael.

And my phone fell.

As we both bent down to pick it up,

my mask came unglued, just a little.

I didn't know if he saw,

but he and I were gonna be formally introduced later that week.

And when he saw me with you,

he could have put two and two together.

Don't you see, Luisa?

I did it for us.

No.

You did it for yourself so that you wouldn't end up in prison.

If that were the case, I would have just killed Michael.

But I promised you

that I wouldn't kill anymore, so...

I faked his death with a paralytic,

and I hired some fake EMTs,

and, and I gave him amnesia.

Which was way harder, by the way.

That is so...

Romantic?

Diabolical.

And I don't believe you.

I think it has something to do with this number.

So you're working with the police now?

What if I am?

Tell them there's no chance in hell

they'll ever figure out what that number is.

Cut!

We got it. Moving on to the next scene.

Wait, that's it? No processing?

Let's go people, move. Quick, quick.

Got it. Here we go. Quickly.

- Where's Jason? - He left.

Of course. Why would he let me know first?

I know. Jason is so rude. That guy's no Michael.

Okay, this is too fast.

Let's slow down.

Tell me the truth.

Did your mom seem lonely when you left her?

I mean, a little.

But it's okay, Dad.

She wants you to do this,

so stop calling her every five minutes

and stop feeling guilty.

How do you do that?

Let me know when you figure it out.

Hey, hi, how'd it go?

Well, Rose told Luisa why she did it.

And?

And...

It was random.

What?

She ran into Michael at a coffee shop.

Her mask came off and

she thought he saw.

That's it?

That's it.

So if he'd gone somewhere else for coffee first...

- You okay? - And friends,

to play God for a minute,

here's what Jane wanted to say...

No. I'm not.

There was a moment today

where I thought Michael got his memory back,

and I had a panic attack because I am so scared

of what would happen if he did,

and I don't want anything to happen because I love you,

and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

But instead, she said...

Yeah. Hanging in.

You?

And friends, here's what he wanted to say...

In hell.

I'm just so terrified of Michael's memory coming back.

Please, Jane, promise me...

that no matter what happens...

you'll choose me.

But instead, he just said...

Same.

You look stressed, Mommy.

Oh, I'm just having a hard day, Mr. Sweetface.

Don't worry, in the CCD they told us

just to be a good person and trust God has a plan.

You know, it's interesting that you say that.

Because I have a friend and she's a really good person.

Or she tries to be, at least.

And now she's in this crazy situation

and the plan isn't so clear.

What situation?

Well...

She had a puppy and the puppy died, so she got a new puppy.

But then, out of nowhere, the other puppy was found.

Where?

Wandering.

Like Moses?

No. Not like Moses. In Montana.

The point is is that now she has two puppies,

but her parents won't let her have two puppies.

So what's the plan for that?

I don't know.

Exactly, 'cause there is no plan.

My friend has to come up with a plan.

But religion makes it seem like

it'll all just magically work itself out,

which is totally false.

- It is? - Yes.

You know, you may be a little too young for CCD.

You're not going anymore.

Okay. Do you think we can have the other puppy though?

Holy hell.

Ah, yes,

we last left our Jane having a crisis of...

Faith.

Move. You're in the way.

Jason. You're early.

I haven't finished gathering the rest of Michael's...

I'm out.

What do you mean, you're out?

I don't want to go through boxes

of your Michael crap anymore.

That's what I mean.

Wait. What? Why? You can't just quit.

I'm not just quitting.

Really? Then what do you call it?

I call it walking away from a bad experience.

Well, it hasn't exactly been rainbows

and puppies for me either; at least I'm trying.

I'm trying, too, but I can't do anything right.

Like with Michael's stuff,

you won't let me throw it away, you won't let me sell it.

Fine. Do whatever you want with it.

- It's not that. - Then what is it?

It's that every time I do something,

or say something, you're disappointed.

And I get it. I'm not him.

But it's also not my fault that I'm different.

And River Fields made me realize

that I'm the victim here.

Anyway, like I said, I'm done.

I just feel so guilty...

Jason's right. I'm disappointed that he's not Michael, but...

I don't know what I would do if he were Michael.

And none of that

has anything to with Jason,

who I'm not helping at all.

You're right. Yeah.

So I'll just start over.

Get to know Jason.

You two seemed to hit it off. Any tips?

And from one good team... to another.

Rogelio.

I told you I was fine at home.

I know. But I was feeling too guilty,

and I can't act if I feel guilty.

And like you said, this telenovela is everything,

so my acting has to be top-notch.

I promise,

this is not about you, it's about me.

Now sit, please, so I can work in peace.

Okay, let's get moving, please.

Man, this dude needs to stop riding me.

I'm moving. So Rogelio went back to work,

his guilty conscience lifted, and...

Action!

I know you don't remember

who you are, but I do.

And I will remember our love for the both of us.

This is still your face

that I gazed upon for hours.

And these are still your hands,

that used to hold mine.

And these are still your eyes,

that looked at me with so much love.

You're still in there...

somewhere.

Which is why you are,

and will always be

our president

of the United States of America.

Wha...

a...

a...

a...

a...

a... t?

Cut!

That was a little slow, Rogelio.

A little?

Was it?

I just want to give the moment its due.

Just pace it up a little

on this next take, okay?

Uh, River will cue you in from her last line.

And... action.

Which is why you are, and will always be,

our president of the United States of America.

Wha...

a...

a...

a...

a... t?

- What? - Now, that's how

a real amnesiac does it.

Much more natural.

Um. Uh, I'm sorry to just drop by,

but I was thinking about what you said,

and I wanted to apologize.

Okay.

Uh, I'm really sorry

that I've been acting disappointed; that's not fair.

And I'm also sorry that I've been so focused

on trying to remind you who Michael was

I haven't learned who you are now.

Well, I appreciate that.

So...

Who are you?

Yeah. Yeah, you're Jason.

Um, anything else?

Okay, uh, what's your favorite color?

Brown.

Oh, boy.

Brown. Great. Solid color.

And what do you like to do for fun?

I like watching NCIS.

Right. Uh, anything more... active?

Well, there is this one thing that I do,

but you're probably not gonna like it.

Try me.

Giddyap, Jane.

- You want a drink? - Uh, sure.

I'll have a rosé, please.

Two picklebacks.

What's a pickleback?

Think of it as the rosé of Montana.

Bottoms up.

- Ugh. - You're supposed to do the whiskey first.

It's called a pickleback,

not a picklefront.

I'll keep that in mind when I never have this again.

So, is this your thing?

Drinking pickles and watching people dance?

Oh, we're not here to watch.

I wore my dancing shoes.

Come on, I took a bite of that Cubano.

I don't know the steps.

Just roll with it.

Oh, no.

Pick up the pace.

That wasn't any faster, Rogelio.

Are you sure? That one felt good to me.

Everybody, take five.

What the hell are you doing?

I am taking the same amount of time to deliver my line

as it takes for River to deliver hers.

Because that's what's fair.

Rogelio, do you want this pilot to succeed or not?

You know I do.

Well, right now

you are embarrassing yourself and me.

So put your ego aside and do what's best

for this show, for this scene

and for all these people working alongside you.

No...

Rogelio,

your behavior is stressing me out,

and it is causing my cancer to flare up.

Seriously?

You're playing the cancer card?

I sure am.

Your behavior is making me feel worse,

so unless you want to feel guilty

for the rest of your life,

get in there and say the damn line.

Okay, people, let's do this.

From the same spot.

Action!

Which is why you are

and will always be

our president of the United States of America.

What?

- Cut! Brilliant! - Ah!

We're moving on.

Agreed. Let's go.

Here we are.

This condo is under a false name,

so you'll be safe here.

Rose won't be able to find you.

I'm so sorry, Rafael.

For all of this.

No.

No, I gave up your location, and you still helped me.

That means a lot.

Don't let Rose get under your skin.

Yeah, it's easier said than done.

I know.

But Jane loves you.

You have nothing to worry about.

Then again,

this is a telenovela, as we all know.

How do you know when to turn?

Just feel it out.

The dance is more like the Tush Push, not the Butt Grab.

Sorry. Sor... So sorry.

Try watching my feet.

I can't. I'm blinded by your belt buckle.

Here.

I think I got it.

This is actually pretty fun.

Jane, hold up. I'm sorry, okay?

No, it's not okay. You know I'm with Rafael.

I got carried away.

We were having fun, and you are my wife.

- I guess I thought... - You thought wrong.

I'm sorry. Really.

I'm going to get the car.

How was your night?

Ah, yes. How do you tell your boyfriend

that your amnesiac possible husband...

Jason kissed me.

Okay. I guess that's how.

- What? - We went line dancing,

and he got carried away, I guess.

I-I don't know why he did it.

I do. Because you're his wife, Jane.

Of course he thinks you're still interested.

You know I don't want to be married to him.

Well, then, get a divorce.

- Be done with it. - I just feel so guilty.

Oh, come on, enough with this Catholic guilt.

It's not because I'm Catholic.

It's because I wish he never came back.

And I'm a terrible person to wish that

or-or want that just because I was happy.

Well, I'm glad that you were happy.

So happy.

With you, with our life.

Which isn't fair to him.

None of this is fair.

Still.

I'm wracked with guilt every second.

But maybe that's Catholicism.

Which is why I took Mateo out of CCD, by the way.

What?

I just doesn't feel like there's a plan right now, you know?

To anything. And if there's not, then what's the point of it all?

What am I asking Mateo to believe in?

Well, far be it from me

to fight for religious education.

But I think that plan or no plan,

it's been a force for good in your life.

It has made you into the woman that you are.

The person I fell in love with.

You win. I'll put him back in.

Mm-mm. I didn't say that.

I know. But still, I'm wracked with guilt

about it.

But not about divorcing Jason.

Which I'm going to do.

Hmm. Now I just need to tell my abuela I'm getting a divorce.

Wow.

Alba took the news better than I thought.

What's going on?

Ah. That makes more sense.

Congratulations, Jorge.

Abuela...

there's something I need to tell you,

and I know you won't approve, but please listen

and know I've thought about this,

and it's the right thing to do for me.

I can't watch.

I'm getting a divorce.

I don't feel married to Jason, and I don't want to be.

You do?

What do you mean?

- Yes. - No.

Don't say that.

Oh, it's true.

You're the Rogelio Whisperer.

We couldn't have gotten through that shoot without you.

That's nice of you to say.

And since you're so good at it,

can you please whisper one more thing to him?

Uh-oh. Seems scary.

Also scary?

Hi, there.

- Hi. I-I'm Bobby. - Remember him?

Thank you for accepting this assignment.

Now, let's get to work.

I live just down the hall,

and I wanted to say welcome.

And bring you some pie.

Do you like pie?

Please hate pie, Luisa.

I love pie.

Thank you.

Wow. Would you like to come in?

No!

I would love to. Thank you.

Hey.

Hey. I just came here for the divorce papers.

Listen, I'm real sorry, again, about kissing you.

- Do you have the papers? - Uh, actually,

I'm real sorry about that, too.

Um, I signed them,

but then old Bo over there

got a hold of 'em and ripped 'em to shreds.

Your dog ate your divorce papers?

I'll re-sign them as soon as we can get the new ones, I swear.

Fine. I'll be in touch as soon as I get another set.

Huh. Looks like Jason

is a Jane person,

after all.

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