Friends, let's talk Jane.
She's been through so much.
She got married, but then...
I woke up feeling a little off.
Thought it was pre-test jitters.
Well, how do you feel now?
Totally fine.
And the worst thing happened,
and Michael died.
And so Jane wrote a book
about their love story,
and when it got published,
well, Jane was
pretty freaking excited.
Plus, things were going great
with her boyfriend, Adam.
My publisher set up
a mini book tour.
I was wondering if you wanted to come.
He even drew The cover art for her book.
Unfortunately...
- I'm moving to L.A. - I can't believe this.
Yeah, so that officially sucked.
Also having relationship woes,
Jane's parents.
On the bright side, Alba and
Jorge were still going strong.
Not doing as well...
our Rafael.
See, his sister, Luisa,
finally decided
to give him back his hotel shares.
Only problem,
Luisa was hallucinating
some man named Carl.
You see Carl here, right?
No.
And so she checked herself
into a psychiatric hospital.
But OMG, Carl was real.
See, Petra's twin sister, Anezka,
And their mother, Magda, set Luisa up
to make her think she was losing her mind,
So they could assume control of the hotel.
In the event of her incapacitation,
all her hotel shares
go to Anezka.
So Petra tried to drive a wedge
between Magda and Anezka,
which left Anezka sad
and confused,
and, well...
and I won't leave you hanging any longer,
So let's begin.
There were three times on her journey
to becoming a published author
when Jane Gloriana Villanueva
really needed a push.
And each time,
Rafael was there.
This, of course,
was the first time.
Well, it depends.
Am I being practical or brave?
Be brave.
I'm a writer?
I have never said that out loud before.
And friends, suddenly
A window of possibilities
opened for Jane.
And I'm not gonna let stupid Adam
ruin my book tour!
Even though he already ruined
my book-launch party by suddenly deciding
to move across the country,
even though I asked him three times...
three times, Ma!
If he was sure he was in,
and every single time he said,
ha, ha, "Yeah, I'm all in."
- I mean, who does that? - Men.
Present company excluded ofcourse.
I'd rather go with you on my book tour, anyway.
"Tour" is a little ambitious.
It's two stops.
Well, it's perfect timing, because I need time away
from your father.
What's this?
Our itinerary.
Okay. Well, this is exciting.
Exactly. So exciting, yeah.
And Adam the jackass won't be
a part of any of it, which is his loss,
Because this is gonna be so much freakin' fun!
Yeah!
What are you doing here?
I wanted to loan
my daughter
my classic convertible
for her first
book tour.
Jane, don't you
take those keys.
Ma,
I'm staying out of your fight,
But we're taking the convertible!
Come on, Xo.
I said I was sorry.
That you made me feel guilty for the last five years
For not telling you about Jane?
When you already had
a sneaking suspicion...
A small sneaking suspicion.
That I'd had
the baby.
Look... I just need
some space from you.
Mateo!
Stop honking the horn!
I got him, I got him.
- Okay, so you have my itinerary. - Received.
And I assume there's a backup
copy waiting in my in-box.
♪♪♪
You are going on a book tour.
This is huge.
And friends, that's when he said...
Okay, now my mom's
honking... I should go.
You have to admit,
This is a cool car.
I'm having Rogelio sell it
after this trip.
But, yeah, we're like
Thelma and Louise.
Ooh.
What should we listen to?
Mom?
I've decided to come with you.
- Aren't you supposed - to be at work?
My schedule changed.
And a road trip seems fun.
Let's do this!
Xiomara, could you push your
seat forward a little, please?
And won't it be too windy
with the top down?
Let's put it up.
♪♪
*JANE - THE VIRGIN* Season 04 Episode 07
Title: "Chapter Seventy-One"
♪♪♪
Jane, can you please slow down?
I cannot die in this thing.
It's too flashy.
First, I'm going the speed limit,
And second, no, I can't,
because I have to be in Palm Beach by 2 p.m.
to check in and get ready for the reading.
Oh.
Keep your eyes on the road! Watch the road.
I'm trying to.
It's your editor.
Hang up..
Speakerphone! Everyone shush!
Jeremy, hey.
So listen, huge news.
You are part of a double-billing tonight.
She just confirmed.
Uh, who confirmed?
Iyanla Vanzant.
OMG. Yes, Lyanla, fix my life.
Who is that?
Who's that?
My grandmother. Sorry.
Hey, Grandma! Iyanla's the host
of Lyanla: Fix My Life on OWN,
and a total Oprah insider.
Which means Jane's crowd
tonight will be big.
So kill it, okay, Jane?
And don't ever put me
on speaker again.
Well, that's exciting.
It sure is!
Now...
can we please stop
at that rest stop?
Stop? I have to go to the bathroom.
Again?
I have to go to the bathroom.
Again?
My tummy still hurts.
He does feel a little warm.
Go on, bud.
And Daddy's gonna get you some Tylenol.
And if you get worse, Papa's
gonna call me at work, okay?
Okay.
Should we tell Jane?
No.
She's on her book tour.
We don't need to call her.
♪♪♪
Call me if you need anything,
anything at all.
I know it's your first time alone with Mateo
Since you got home,
so I just wanted you to be prepared.
I also e-mailed you a backup...
It should be in your in-box.
Emergency contacts, nap times,
What to do if he's cranky or he won't eat,
or if you can't find Mr. Monkey.
And this is where I'm staying
in Fort Myers.
You nervous?
So nervous.
I haven't seen Michael's mom
since the funeral.
You don't have to ask her permission, you know.
To write about him.
Yes, I do.
Okay, Mr. Sweetface,
- Mommy's got to go. - No, Mommy!
- No! - It's okay,
- You'll be fine. - Mommy! I want Mommy!
I want Mommy.
Oh, I know
you do, buddy.
Mwah. But Mommy's gonna be back
in two sleeps, okay?
And you'll feel better soon.
Oh, geez. That's foreboding.
Is that... Anezka's?
I'll remind you
that Petra's sister had
recently been found hanging
in one of the guest rooms.
No. Anezka's body
was cremated, so we don't
need a casket, which I keep telling them.
I spoke to the boss. He said the mistake
must have been with the funeral home, so...
You got to deal with them.
Yeah, we can't take it back now.
No, of course you can't.
Krishna, handle this.
Wh-where do you...
- want them to put it? - I don't care!
Just out of sight of the guests.
Why are you even
having a funeral?
You're obviously not mourning Anezka.
Of course I am.
She committed suicide
after I tried to drive a wedge between her and my mother,
So I feel guilty, all right?
Fine.
Her death was so public,
if I don't seem sad, it'll look bad for the hotel.
- Mm. - So...
I'm going to set out the urn with her ashes,
People can say good-bye to her,
And then this whole chapter
of my life will be over.
Ah, yes. A chapter closed.
Just like Jane's
relationship with Adam.
I-I booked this room
as a joke for me and Adam.
It's cool. I'm fine.
Screw Adam!
He's not here.
More champagne for Mama.
He must have forgotten
to cancel these.
"To Xiomara. XOXO, Ro."
I'm sorry, hon,
they're not from Adam.
Please.
What would they even say?
"Sorry for being a dick and leaving you,
"the same way I left you nine years ago,
"but that's just who I am:
a stupid, lying,
tattooed jerkface"?
Yeah, that would be a weird
thing to write on a card.
- Uh, hon? - Mm-hmm?
Y-you're not gonna bring
that much, uh, rage
to the reading?
Because romance ladies
might not like it
if you yell at them
during the Q and A.
I'm not gonna yell,
Abuela!
I just find it crazy
That I gave him three chances to back out
before we got serious. Three!
One, I get. You're still
figuring it out. Go ahead. Even two.
Two is like...
"I don't know, you know?
Let's just see
where this goes."
But three!
Three!
Sweetie?
No, this is good.
This is good. I'm-I'm
getting it out now!
I feel good. I feel better.
Okay, now let's just
go to the reading, so I can talk about
how freaking great true love is!
Oh, dear, this could get dark.
"There was a light on inside,
"and his heart stopped for a beat
"as he imagined Josephine there,
just beyond the wood of the door
and glass of the windows."
Oh, phew.
She didn't yell at anyone.
All right,
thank you both so much.
And now we have time
for some questions.
Yes.
Iyanla,
I get what you were saying
about developing a relationship with yourself
before developing one with someone else.
But is it still okay
to want to be swept off my feet?
Like in a big romantic way?
Is it okay to want it?
Oh, well,
absolutely it is.
Who in their right mind
wouldn't want this?
I mean...
I'm gonna need you
to talk to me
about this lusty cover.
Talk, don't yell.
Well, it was designed
by a very talented artist...
who, um...
Who...
who dumped me and broke my heart.
Well, at least she didn't yell.
♪♪♪
What a disaster.
No one even wanted
to buy my book.
- That's not true! - Mm-hmm.
A few people did.
- Mm Hm, - Probably to see
if it contains signs that I'm insane.
Are you really reading
Iyanla's book right now, Ma?
- I thought maybe - she'd have advice.
She was very insightful talking you down at the store.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
Oh.
I always say that lives fall apart
when they need to be
put back together.
Mm-hmm.
Oh, great.
It's my editor.
I'm just gonna... I'm gonna have
to tell him what happened.
Jeremy, hey.
You cried?
I guess he knows.
- A little, yeah. - A little?
Jane, there were audience tweets
With the hashtag
♪ SnotFalling.
This is not good.
- What do we do now? - I don't know.
Hopefully you'll get a good review soon
to give you some momentum
- going into - the Romance Writers Convention,
Which will be livestreamed,
Jane. So no crying. You cannot cry.
Okay. I won't cry.
I promise.
I really don't
feel good, Papa.
Don't worry.
You'll feel better soon.
That's a Papa promise.
♪♪♪
You were right.
I feel better after a shower.
What is it?
Mateo has a 102 fever.
Should we tell her?
Probably.
Oh, my God!
My Romance Weekly book review is out.
Ah! Oh. heh, heh.
I am so nervous.
Okay, here it is.
"The author's actual backstory,
"which has been highlighted
in promotional materials,
is captivating,
- certainly. - Mm.
"But... rendered
into fiction,
"so many steps removed,
"it falls much flatter.
"Whether it's the build-up
"or the distance,
there is a sense here
of promise unfulfilled."
I'm sorry.
Oh, hon.
I can't believe it.
I love that book so much.
But to be fair,
her best is yet to come.
Thanks for calling, Xo.
Don't worry, I'm heading home now to check on him
And I'll text you an update.
Thanks.
Mateo got worse and you texted Xo
Instead of me?
- I was about to... - Okay, look,
I know we don't always see eye-to-eye,
And it's obvious that you don't like me much.
- What? - Here's the thing.
You don't have to like me,
but you do have to respect me
because I am Mateo's father.
So get him ready because I am coming home
and I am taking him to the doctor.
Okay, thank you, Doctor.
I'll call if anything changes.
I'm sorry.
I feel bad. I know this was
an important weekend for you,
But we didn't prepare
for if he was sick.
I'm glad you brought him here.
I-I was worried too.
Why is your manuscript in the trash?
Uh, well, I saw Patricia,
and she didn't exactly
give me her blessing.
What? What'd she say?
Well...
she blames me
for Michael's death.
She thinks if I had just
taken him to the hospital
when he first started feeling sick,
then he'd still be alive.
- Jane. - Hmm?
You know that it's not your fault.
It's fine.
I'll write something else.
You need to stop looking at that.
I guess the good news is,
is that after the review,
nobody's gonna read my awful book.
You know what? That's it.
We're getting out of this room. We are going
- Out on the town. - What?
I don't have anything to wear.
You can wear something of mine.
- We're doing this. - Like Lyanla says,
"What you don't do can
create the same regrets
as the mistakes you make."
Oh, please, Ma.
You've only read one chapter.
It was a good one.
Come on.
Let's go have a good time.
I promise you'll feel better.
Come on!
Hurry, Mommy.
♪♪♪
Look, Anna died.
Oh, my God. Anna, get out of there.
Very funny.
Girls.
What is this doing here?
- Someone delivered it. - Great.
- Call Krishna. Tell her - when I asked her to move it,
I did not mean here. Okay.
- Girls, stop that. - Girls, stop that.
Oh! Oops.
Sorry, Mommy.
It's okay. I'm fine.
I'm fine. Let's just go down
to the funeral.
Ah. Look sad.
All right, wait here.
I have to go rinse my eyes.
Behave.
Ugh. Don't let my mother
get near them.
♪♪♪
Who's there?
Hello, beautiful sister.
I did tell you
That she didn't kill herself.
Uh... You're alive?
No, but it can't be. I...
I saw your body hanging.
Th-there were EMTs.
♪♪♪
Not real EMTs. Actors.
Mother and I always be hiring actors
to play prank on people.
A good example is Carl.
He is part of Orlando-based
acting troupe and he plays evil Disney villain
In big parade. He plays...
Now I'm trying to remember
who he plays. Not Gaston.
Anezka! I don't care
what villain he plays.
You faked your own death?
Yes, exactly.
Well, because I was being so confused
about whether I should trust you or Mother,
A-and I just not knowing
how to decide.
And then it felt like fate.
I want my funeral to be epic.
I want people to weep.
I want them to feel sorry
for taking me for granted
because they won't realize
until I'm gone
how much they really love me.
And then I realize
I need to see
who really loved me.
And now I see
it was beautiful sister.
Still beautiful
even when you is crying
your eyes out over me.
And in that moment,
Petra realized what she had to do.
I just...
can't believe you're here.
I was heartbroken.
Oh.
I'm just so happy,
heh, heh. See, I told you
you could trust me.
Wow, she's good.
She should join Carl's Orlando-based acting troupe.
And I hate to tell you this.
Mother wasn't sad at all.
But you were always
hating Mother.
Maybe you are lying right now
to convince me not to trust her.
Really?
♪♪♪
- Oh, yes, That's who Carl played.
Captain Hook.
Anezka, focus.
Look, she's yawning
at your funeral.
Maybe she's just tired
from sleepless nights
of grieving.
Well, she still thinks you're dead.
So I'll prove it.
♪ Let me know if you want... ♪
Ooh, looks like someone else
went incognito.
♪ To a higher place ♪
♪ 'Cause there's a whole ♪
♪ Lot of fun in the city ♪
So it's good we didn't tell Jane.
♪ Let me show you
How to rock my way ♪
A toast to...
Oh, this beer is lukewarm.
Just like my review.
Ha-ha-ha!
Honey, you have to stop
thinking about it. Focus on something else.
Adam?
Damn it.
Oh.
Remind me again why he's the worst.
He's unreliable. A flake.
- Immature. Untrustworthy! - Mmm.
And his tattoos will not age well!
Exactly. He sucks.
Men suck.
They think they can just spring things on you,
and you're not supposed to react.
Yeah, like when they propose to you,
completely out of the blue!
What are you talking about, Ma?
Jorge proposed.
He did? When?
Well, he called me in
at the crack of dawn,
to do inventory...
Alba...
will you marry me?
I...
Uh...
You just left?
He ambushed me...
H-he proposed to you.
And I didn't know what to say... so, yes.
I ran out
and came home
and then I got in the car
with you.
And now to a very different
mother-daughter relationship.
If you're not done packing in five minutes,
- I'm calling security. - I have one hand. It takes time.
♪♪♪
I thought
you might like this.
It was Anezka's.
Ugh. Why would I want that?
Because your dead daughter
clung to it every night while she slept
at the orphanage. Might be a nice memento.
You really have
no feelings for her?
If Anezka was stupid enough to kill herself
when she finally had control
of the hotel,
then she deserve to die.
Well, now I am knowing
How you really feel,
Mother.
You're alive!
God has given me
a miracle!
Save it, Mother. You would
never make it in Carl's troupe.
And speaking of
wonderful actors...
Mateo's asleep.
His fever broke at
the doctor's. Just a virus,
and he'll be better in a few days.
And I'm sorry for
yelling at you.
No, you were right.
I should have respected you
as Matelio's father.
You don't look so good.
Is that necessary?
I apologized.
I mean...
you don't look well.
Oh. I'm fine.
Except for the fact that
it's 30 degrees in here.
Um...
You must have thought
about marrying Jorge, though.
Well, yes.
In the future.
But I wasn't sure.
I just don't think
I'll ever feel for him
what I felt with your grandfather.
- Aw. - But you don't have to feel
the same thing, right?
I mean, things with Jorge
are pretty nice. You guys
get along so well. At this point
in your life, that's pretty good, right?
Yeah.
At this point in my life?
Meaning that...
What, that I'm two steps
from my grave?
Come on, Abuela,
- she didn't mean that. - That's not what I meant.
Well, it's certainly what you said!
That I'm some old bag who should forget about...
passion and love and emotion...
and be put out to pasture!
And... That's why
I don't drink tequila.
Abuela, stop.
No. I'm just going to Uber
back to the B&B.
This is your night.
You should be able to enjoy it
without some old lady
getting in the way.
That is not what Mom meant.
She just meant that,
at different stages, you need
and want different things.
Ah. And I need a walker and a diaper.
Abuela, stop. You're being drunk and dramatic.
- Ah. - You are!
Mom is not trying to put you in a diaper.
Anyone can see that
you're still young!
Oh! And you know what young people do?
Mm. They dance.
So come on.
There's not even a dance floor.
There is a floor and we're about to dance on it,
So it's about to be a dance floor!
- No way. Stop. - No. No, no, no,
no, no. I am going
to be drunk and dramatic too.
And you said this trip was about me,
and I want to dance.
Come on!
♪♪♪
What is that?
You can do better!
Ay!
Break it down! Oh!
Whoo, whoo! That's what I'm talking about!
That's my grandma, y'all! That's my grandma!
Go, Grandma!
That's my grandma! Uh-huh.
Your grandma ain't as hot as this. Come on.
What are you guys doing?
Duh. We're dancing.
So you're not mad anymore?
I don't know, that was a very rude thing
you said to me.
- I'm sorry! I... - Okay!
You're bringing down the vibe! Why don't you
Dance your apology?
What?
Let's see some belly rolls,
Xiomara!
Yeah! Come on! Yeah!
Dang, Alba,
Those hips don't lie!
That's right...
I'm not in my grave yet!
Yeah!
What the hell is this doing here?
The delivery company can't
pick it up until tomorrow.
I was trying to keep it out of sight.
And you thought smack-dab in front of my office
Was the ideal spot.
- Yes? - Put it outside the hotel
Where the guests don't see it and I won't see it.
Understand?
Huh.
Kind of confusing when
they're both dressed as Petra.
I'll give them name tags.
So how did it go?
Beautiful sister was
right about Mother.
She didn't really love me.
So I tell her to leave.
Mother is banished
from hotel forever!
Well...
that's exactly what she deserves
after what she did to you.
Yes. So now I will be
wanting to learn from you.
- Huh? - I know nothing
about ruling a hotel.
"Running," not "ruling."
Yes. I-I found this little
show on the Internet.
All about rulers.
And they all be wanting to sit
on this funny-looking iron throne...
You mentioned wanting to learn from me?
Yes.
Will you teach me?
So I can use my shares
wisely.
Let's do it!
Don't touch me.
You don't want to catch
this sickness, trust me.
I don't know how Matelio survived it.
Oh.
It's my reminder
to apologize to Xo.
I've been texting her an apology
every hour, on the hour.
Can you hand me my phone?
Actually, I think
I'm too weak to type.
Can you do it for me?
I think you can skip an hour, Rogelio.
And for what it's worth,
I think Xo should be
the one apologizing to you.
Come again?
When things got tough, she ran away,
And that's not okay.
You guys are husband and wife.
You got to stick it out and work together.
That's actually smart.
I-I'm feverish.
I didn't mean it that way.
Can you tuck me in a little tighter?
I've been thinking
a lot about why
we aren't as close
as we could be.
They look pretty close to me.
You were a ladies' man
when we met.
And you broke my daughter's heart.
That was a long time ago.
And Jane and I are not together.
I know.
But seeing how close you are...
You are going on a book tour.
This is huge.
Sometimes, It just seems like a matter of time.
Which is silly,
I know.
♪♪♪
Hi.
I-I wasn't expecting you.
I know. Uh...
But I read this.
My book?
How did you...
I understand why
you are writing it.
It's your way of grieving
Michael and honoring his memory.
So...
you have my blessing to continue.
Really?
I think you're gonna make
Michael very proud.
But you and I
need space from each other.
So I do not need
to hear from you
or hear about the book.
♪♪♪
You stole my pages out of the trash
and showed them to Patricia?
Thank you.
Yes, friends, this was
the second time
Jane needed a push.
I want you
to finish the book, okay?
Because I really like that Rake character,
and I want to find out what happens to him.
How did I get so lucky
to have you as my accidental
artificial inseminator?
No, I'm the lucky one.
♪♪♪
Looks like someone has
Jane on the brain.
Yeah!
Wait, wait, let me have your phone.
I want to take a picture.
We have to document this,
because clearly, we are so drunk,
- We're not gonna remember this - in the morning.
All right! Come on!
Let me see what you real...
♪ Bright light fever ♪
- Mateo was sick, and you guys - hid it from me?
He was okay,
and it was your book tour.
Mateo is much more important, Ma.
Of course he is, and Rafael
was taking him to the doctor.
Which I need to know,
because I am his mother.
I don't understand why you
would ever hide that from me.
What's going on?
You tend to...
overreact when Mateo is sick, my love.
And of course,
we understand why,
given what happened with Michael.
That's absurd.
I don't overreact.
I react the way any mother would
if her child is sick.
Does Rafael feel
the same way too?
You should talk to Rafael about all of this.
Oh, believe me, I will talk to him.
- Slow down, Jane. - No, I will not slow down.
Mateo's my child. I need to know
what's going on with him,
especially
in regards to health.
Yes, I may be overly sensitive
to illness because of Michael,
but you do not need to protect me.
I wasn't protecting you.
I was protecting Mateo.
What?
Do you remember the first time you went away?
And Mateo got sick
and then we drove to see you.
Whoa, come here.
Whoa.
- Hey! - Come here.
Okay. Well, it looks like
you're feeling better.
Can we ask Mom to be sure?
Well, Mommy's in the shower.
How do you feel?
I think okay.
We should ask Mommy.
Wh-why do you want to ask Mommy?
Because I could catch a germ
and die like Michael.
Does that scare you?
Okay. Look at me,
all right?
You're not gonna die.
Okay? And you know something else?
You're strong,
like a lion.
I just didn't want him to be
afraid every time he got sick.
I can't believe I did that to him.
I'm sorry.
No, stop.
It's not your fault you're scared.
And it's not your fault
that Michael didn't go to the doctor.
Thank you for saying that.
You okay?
Yeah.
I'll talk to you later.
What's this?
Special delivery.
Do you want me to make up the swans?
No!
Rogelio sure is persistent.
He's got to stop already.
I'm texting him.
- He says - they're not from him.
He's mad at me
for running away.
Well, maybe you shouldn't have.
All these years, he...
What? He didn't call to check in,
- you didn't call - to tell him, so...
you're both wrong.
Deal with it. Don't run away.
You should talk.
You ran away from Jorge.
I ran away from a question,
you ran away from a marriage.
- Oh... - Hmm?
Abuela.
¿Qué?
Alba,
I still want to marry you.
Love, Jorge.
Ah, love.
♪♪
- Don't you cry. - I'm not.
I'm not gonna cry.
Because we're 30 minutes
from the Romance Writers Convention, which is going to be
Livestreamed to hundreds of fans.
I know.
Abuela, remind me again,
why Adam was so terrible for me.
I don't actually think he was...
- What? - Ma!
Obviously I hated him for breaking your heart.
And clearly he wouldn't have worked long-term.
But...
I don't think we would have... danced on the bar last night
if you hadn't dated Adam.
He reminded you
that you were young and fun.
And everyone needs that sometimes.
And so,
Yeah, with all the lusty faces
I make while I'm writing,
I can't, uh, write
in a coffee shop anymore.
Yeah.
I saw your meltdown on stage with Lyanla.
It was trending on Twitter
for a few minutes.
Oh, good,
heh-heh-heh.
- Can you talk more - about that?
- Hmm? - Like,
Wh-what's it like to write
romance through heartbreak?
Are you gonna write about the
cover artist in your next book?
Well, that is
a two-part question.
First, romance
through heartbreak.
I mean, heartbreak is a great place to start
for a character, right? Uh...
not looking for love,
suddenly it happens.
Suddenly, feelings
you thought were gone
are now awakened.
As for whether he'll be in
the next book, specifically?
- Every story needs a villain, - right?
Go, Mommy!
Oh, she's nailing it.
That's my girl. Now bring it home, Jane.
So what now?
Are you opening the door
to love again?
Personally?
I wouldn't go that far.
But...
maybe a window.
True, there were only eight
people in the audience,
but damned if she didn't charm
the entire octet.
Thank you so much for coming.
Ooh. Who should
I make this out to?
Patricia.
♪♪♪
Sorry. Hi, I, uh...
I didn't know
that you were coming.
Well, um,
I kept track of you.
A little.
And when the book came out,
I-I got it,
and... And I read it.
And I felt Michael again.
And I didn't think
I would ever feel him again.
He would have
loved this.
I love it.
And friends,
This was the only review
that really mattered.
Thank you so much.
That means
everything.
I'm sorry that I said
those things to you.
What happened,
I know, was not your fault.
He was a grown man.
He should have gone to the doctor.
It's just...
You can't get mad at the person
who died, you know?
Yeah, I know.
Will you sign my book?
Oh... Yeah!
I had a breakthrough.
What?
At your reading.
Listening to you talk about love.
And I decided to say yes
to Jorge's proposal.
You... You what?
What? Mom!
I need to say yes to love.
I'd be a fool to turn down
someone who makes me happy.
Yeah!
Can we finally take this top
down and celebrate?
Let's go!
Yes!
All right, slow down, Xiomara.
Yup. Back to real life.
I'm sorry.
You were right.
I-I shouldn't have run away.
I obviously have
a lot of work to do
on being a married woman.
I'm still figuring it out.
And I'm sorry for who I was.
For my failings.
But I've changed.
Yeah. I know.
But there's still a lot
to talk about, you know.
So I've been thinking,
I want to go to counseling.
That's a great idea.
You should go.
Not me, us.
We should go to couples therapy together.
No way. I don't believe
in that garbage.
But if you need me
to go with you,
while they figure out
your issues,
I'm happy to do that.
Fine.
Let's do that, then.
Thank you.
You're back...
I'm so sorry for running away.
But your proposal just took me by surprise, and...
I needed some time.
And?
And I have an answer for you,
if you'd like to ask me again.
♪♪♪
Alba...
would you do me the honor of marrying me?
And in that moment,
Alba knew the only answer
she could give was...
No.
- What? - What?
I'm so sorry.
Well, I guess that window
is officially closed.
Hello, beautiful sister.
Okay, first lesson.
Future lessons will take place
in my office from now on.
No. They won't.
What's going on?
Well, for one,
I finally finished
watching Game of Thrones,
and spoiler alert,
turns out Sansa
becomes very powerful.
What are you talking about?
Beautiful sister thinks
I am stupid donkey.
But I figure out truth.
You have been whispering lies to me
this whole time.
You don't care about me.
Hi, Mommy.
Hi, girls.
Do you miss your Auntie Anezka?
To clarify...
Not really. We hate her, right?
But Mommy was crying
at her funeral.
After we sprayed perfume
in your eyes?
You know what I learn
from my own funeral?
That I am all alone
in this world.
And now that I know,
I will rule things my way.
Look, Anezka.
You're right.
I don't trust you.
But guess what.
It doesn't matter.
Because 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. - What?
I told her.
Only, not that version.
The version I tell her
is that you and Rafael were the
ones who had been sending Carl
and lighting her gas.
That's a lie.
Yes.
Well, Luisa
be not knowing that.
And she seemed very,
very angry with her brother.
- What the hell, man? - Apparently,
She really didn't rder the casket.
- Oh! - Oh!
And I promise you, friends,
This time, she really is dead.
Ned Stark dead.
To be continued.
Please just read
for five more minutes.
Mm, nope.
It's time for bed.
Good night, Mr. Sweetface.
I'm a lion.
Right, Daddy?
Yes, but that's our secret, remember?
What was all that lion stuff about?
Eh, it was a father-son thing.
See? I knew you'd get there.
We make a really good team.
It's getting late.
Mateo seems fine.
Thank you, a-again,
- for not calling me. - What's wrong?
The review. Maybe I'm not cut out
- to be a writer. - That is just your doubts
and your fears talking.
You have to keep writing.
You are a writer.
Yes, friends.
This was the third time.
You need me to say it?
Be brave.
♪♪♪
And friends, he knew
then and there,
that he had to be brave too.
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