02x09 - Chapter Thirty-One

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Latin Lover Narrator: Ready? Okay. Jane the virgin was accidentally artificially inseminated, and she had baby Mateo. But he was kidnapped and then traded for this flash drive. Luckily, Jane and Rafael got him back. And they would have lived happily ever after, except she chose to be with Michael. Only problem?

You turned me in!

Stop!

But it turns out, Michael was right.

You paid me to lie to the cops about Cordero.

Latin Lover Narrator: Rafael did rat him out. Unfortunately, it was too late. Michael had moved on. Oh, and her baby daddy, Rafael, well, his life was complicated, too. See, his other baby mama, Petra, was in a bit of a jam. He mother k*lled someone and then blamed her. Talk about dysfunctional family, right? Well, how about this? Rafael's mom abandoned him when he was four. Oh, and his half-sister, Luisa, well, her mom was a criminal mastermind called Mutter, and her signature was blue silk ties. And Detective Michael was on the hunt for her, along with Susanna, who Luisa kind of liked. As in, like-liked. Oh, and speaking of romance, Michael returned Jane's tree topper. So maybe there was hope for them after all. I guess we'll see. It is a truth universally acknowledged that Jane Gloriana Villanueva loved school.

(Whistle blows)

However, she didn't love all of school. Specifically second grade gym class. Because of Tommy boxer.

Yes!

Fortunately, Jane's Abuela gave her the tools to deal with boys like that.

Tommy?

I know what's going on here.

You're extra mean to me because you like me.

Latin Lover Narrator: Ah, yes, that old Chestnut.

And just so you know, that is not the way to get me to like you.

I respond to kindness.

Your grandma's wrong.

I'm mean 'cause of math class.

You're only cheating yourself, you know.

(Sighs)

Latin Lover Narrator: Yeah, Jane didn't see that coming.

(Grunts)

Or that.

(Knocking)

Hey.

Latin Lover Narrator: Or this.

Hey.

So, listen, you're probably wondering...

I wanted to reach out... and thank you for the tree topper.

Why I left the tree topper.

(Chuckles)

I want you to know that you were right, uh, about Rafael turning you in.

Yeah, I know.

But I get it. He was looking out for his family.

Anyway, we talked.

He and I are all good now.

And I was hoping maybe you and I could...

Maybe be good.

Really?

Really.

(Mateo crying)

Latin Lover Narrator: No, Mateo, not again.

Mateo.

Come on.

Not again.

Oh, it's 2:37 A.M.

This sleep regression has got to end, baby.

Okay?

Shh.

Try to go to sleep.

Yeah?

Yeah? Oh.

(Mateo crying)

(Door opens)

Xiomara: Jane, come on.

Rogelio's mom comes tomorrow, and I cannot face that woman on less than eight hours of sleep.

I'm trying, obviously.

I'm not comfortable with that.

Wait.

He's getting sleepy.

Oh, buddy.

Yeah, buddy, oh.

(Whispering): Okay.

(Crying)

(Jane yawns)

I want you both to know that I am on it.

When Mateo woke up at 4:30, I researched some very gentle sleep training methods.

No.

For you, but there are other well-researched methods.

His lovey.

I'm supposed to wear it in my bra so that he can smell me and feel like I'm with him throughout the night.

(Sighs) And your opinion is noted.

(Kisses)

Hmm.

Hon, can you maybe not eat?

Liliana will be here any minute.

Mom, you need to just relax.

Remember, dad said that grandma was much more chill when she's with grandpa.

Ay, shh, shh...

Whoa.

Hello, everyone.

Glamma is here.

(Squeals)

Jane, you look adorable and darling.

And, Alba, so good to see you.

(Kisses)

Hello, Xiomara.

Liliana.

Where's Grandpa?

Well, it turns out that he was not well enough to travel after all.

It's, it's a shame.

Aw, I was really excited to meet him.

I know, I know.

But, uh, you know, better safe than sorry.

(Mateo crying)

Can I get him?

I could use a pinch of happiness in my current state.

Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

Oh.

What's going on with your mother?

I have no idea.

She was like that the whole car ride down.

Happy, then sad.

She wouldn't even duet to "endless love."

Did you ask her?

Of course I did.

Over and over.

I even sang her part.

Jane: Poor Grandma.

Let me go check on Mateo and see if maybe she'll talk to me.

He's adorable.

Thanks.

A little less adorable when he wakes up every hour.

Ah.

So, Glamma, is everything okay with you?

Oh, yes.

Yes, I'm-I'm just a little...

Overwhelmed seeing my beautiful great-grandson.

Okay.

Just seems like maybe there's something else.

And if there is, you can tell me.

Okay.

Your grandfather is gay.

And he has left me.

For a man.

Oh, wow. Wow.

Wow. (Chuckles)

Oh, wow.

You are so right.

I feel so much better.

(Laughs)

Good, good.

Now, listen, you cannot tell anybody.

And you can especially not tell your father, because I know how much he idealized our marriage.

And when he finds out that it was all a lie, he is going to be so devastated.

Jane?

Uh-huh?

I can trust you, yes?

(Grunts softly)

No big deal.

Yeah, it was just, like, you know, terrible food on the airplane and they charge for it now.

So it's so annoying.

Oh, okay.

Well, I'll just send a series of irate tweets to the airline.

They're gonna respond with a flight voucher or something.

Thank you, Jane.

No problem.

Okay, I'm gonna go shower, because I got to go teach.

Thank you guys for watching Mateo.

Latin Lover Narrator: Okay, from one mama drama to another.

Woman: There's security footage of you wheeling Ivan out of the hotel.

I was helping my mother.

The m*rder w*apon have Ivan's blood on it and your fingerprints.

Yeah, but this isn't the m*rder w*apon.

The m*rder w*apon was my mother's hook.

Woman: Well, no one knows where that is.

'Cause she had that one removed last month.

It could be at the bottom of the ocean.

And without it, the case comes down to your word against hers.

My mother is a convicted felon.

She also came forward... You didn't.

Rafael: Okay.

Okay, so what happens next?

(Muffled): Because Petra obviously didn't do this.

(Muffled): Indictment is likely.

Self-defense.

It's 15 years to life.

Without the m*rder w*apon...

Petra.

Yeah, sorry. What were you saying?

That you will be indicted unless you can get your mother to confess.

We're gonna figure this out, okay?

Latin Lover Narrator: Also nervous... Jane. Not indicted-for-m*rder nervous, more like first-day-as-a-teacher's-assistant nervous.

(Whispering): Okay.

(Door opens)

Oh, hi.

(Indistinct chatter)

Welcome. (Chuckles)

Wow, there's lots of tall people here.

Whoa.

Hmm, okay.

Welcome to Great Books 105.

I am Jane Villanueva, your section leader.

And I can promise you that the course name d... oh.

Hi.

I was just... (Clears throat)

I can promise you that the course name doesn't lie.

These are great books.

Okay, so I hope you all enjoyed "Pride and Prejudice" over your break.

I know I loved rereading it.

We'll start with the immortal line, "it is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife."

Can anyone unpack that?

(Sighs) Okay, I'm gonna steer a little.

Uh, thoughts on how it frames the marriage plot narrative in satirical, rather than straightforward, terms?

You.

Any thoughts on the quote?

Uh...

I haven't gotten to that part of the book yet.

(Chuckles)

It's the first line.

(Laughter)

Did you read the book?

Uh, dude.

What's up with the teacher?

Books for Ballers is supposed to be easy.

Excuse me.

What did you call this class?

Uh, Books for Ballers.

"Books for..."

Student: If you're actually gonna make us read all these books, can you at least explain how to drop the class first?

(Laughter)

Latin Lover Narrator: Yeah, so it's a truth universally acknowledged that Jane did not see that coming.

Wow, and they got a sh*t off.

What a game.

Wow.

Latin Lover Narrator: I'm confused. Who are these people, and what have they done with the Villanuevas?

Okay, cool. This is exciting.

Right? I mean, one point right before the buzzer.

Well, way to be supportive.

I'm trying to connect with my students here, Abuela.

Stop. Please.

Okay, well, I'm not doing that, so, enough.

(Sighs)

(Phone chimes)

(Indistinct conversation)

Latin Lover Narrator: Don't look at me. I have no idea who she is, either.

This makes no sense.

These therapy transcripts are just the ramblings of a mentally ill woman.

Well, if Mia was gonna hide out in an institution, she's got to make it look real.

Latin Lover Narrator: To give you a refresher...

(Bell dings twice)

(Bell dings twice)

(Bell dings twice)

(Scoffs) Well, she did a good job.

I mean, listen to this: "Mia likes mint chip ice cream. She dreams of vacationing by a magical lake. Collects hummel figurines."

Well, it doesn't mean anything to us.

But... it might mean something to your girlfriend.

Oh, shut up.

But, yeah, we're gonna have to talk to Luisa.

Heads or tails?

Heads.

You gonna wear something sexy?

It's gonna be so awkward.

Latin Lover Narrator: Well, at least not as awkward as this.

Liliana: When Manuel was touching me, and we were making love, is-is he thinking about another man the whole time?

You know?

Yeah, I do.

Xiomara: Oh.

Hey there.

Latin Lover Narrator: Uh-oh. Did she hear that?

I-I think your Uber's waiting outside, Liliana.

Thank you very much.

Okay, I will, uh...

I will see all of you tomorrow.

So, where are those Cubanos?

I think I might've found something out.

You heard?

You know?

She told me this morning.

She who?

Wait, what did you find out?

I think Michael has a girlfriend.

He does?

I don't know.

I saw him talking to someone and they looked like a couple.

I know because of the tree topper, you thought maybe...

Yeah, no, uh...

It's good to know.

Or maybe know.

So, wait, what were you talking about?

Yeah, no, same thing.

Jane...

Okay, but you have to swear not to tell anybody.

I swear!

Manuel is gay.

What...?

And he's leaving Liliana for a man, and she doesn't want anybody to know, especially Rogelio.

Well, why doesn't she want to tell Rogelio?

She doesn't think he can handle it.

Of course he can.

No kidding. That's what I said.

(Mateo fusses)

Okay, Mr. Sweetface...

You and I are gonna go take a bath.

You are officially on the clock, 'cause tonight, you are sleeping!

I found a great method.

And you took a nice bath.

And you got your cute jammies on.

And here's your lovey.

Yes. And now I'm going to rock him until he's drowsy but not asleep, and then I'm going to put him in his crib.

Yes.

I do this now, and then, every time he wakes up, I give him a little less comfort, so by the end of the night, all he needs is a Pat to go to sleep.

You see?

(Mateo crying)

Good evening, folks, I'm John Salley.

And I'm Lee Reherman.

And welcome to sleep tonight.

And tonight, team Villanueva is going to attempt gentle sleep learning.

Oh...

Okay...

Lee: So it's early in the first quarter, John.

And it looks like she's going to go with the kissing and rocking combo.

Let's see if it works.

All right.

(Mateo crying)

Okay... okay... (Crying continues)

You see here, Lee?

Villanueva has the lovey placed just so.

Now she slides a pacifier in.

Lee: Oh, that's straight butter!

Now she's patting his back gently.

Do not count Villanueva out.

No way.

(Door creaks)

(Mateo cries)

And a typical rookie mistake, John!

I'm with Alba on this one.

She's got the experience and the know-how.

(Mateo crying) We are definitely going into overtime tonight.

(Yawns)

Petra: How do you sleep at night?

Sleeping pills.

I have a prescription.

I'm serious.

Because I am a survivor, Petra.

And I raise you to be one, too.

Which is why you will get through this.

I promise.

Mother, stop!

I can't go to jail for something I didn't do!

You know what really happened that night.

I walked in.

You were standing over Ivan's body.

Your hook was bloody!

And here is what I know.

There is a recorder hidden somewhere in this room.

So I will speak loudly enough: Stop lying, Petra. Admit what you did.

(Door closes)

(Yawning loudly)

Okay, new plan.

It's called "gentle, independent sleep," and I watched a whole video on it last night.

Perky instructor (On video): First, we say good night, and remember, be peppy, so little Leo knows that it's going to be okay.

So, you leave him and you check in in five minutes.

And then you check in in ten minutes and then you check in in 15 minutes until he falls asleep, and then he doesn't feel like you abandoned him.

What do you think?

(Gasps) Ma!

I'm sorry, I'm too exhausted to keep secrets.

She won't say anything.

Mm-mm.

Ay...

Trust me, I know how difficult this is.

You don't.

If you did, you wouldn't be asking me these questions that I don't have the answer to.

We're just looking for anything.

And I was only six years old the last time I saw my mom.

(Sighs)

Look, I know what it feels like to try to remember someone.

My father left us when I was about five.

All my memories of him...

Well, I don't know if they're real.

Or from pictures...

Or from what my mom told me.

But anything you can remember...

­(Sighs)

No matter how small the detail...

Well, it could help.

Are you trying to use the fact that I like you to try and get me to trust you?

A little bit, yes.

(Laughing)

We need to find your mother, Luisa.

Is there anything you can remember?

Anything at all?

(Groans)

(Voice breaking): I remember that she was beautiful and... I remember the story that she used to tell me about this lake with magic fish.

A lake?

There's something in her file about a magical lake.

"Bioluminescent organisms in the water create a glow under the surface"!

So the magic fish are real?

Susanna: Longbourne Lagoon.

See? A lead!

Jane: But then Elizabeth Bennet takes the lead, outmaneuvering the powerful lady Catherine de Bourgh in the final pages, and that is why "Pride and Prejudice" is just like the George Mason-UConn matchup in the 2006 NCAA tournament... Boom!

(Cheering, class bell rings)

Yeah! Oh, oh, okay!

This was a good class today, guys!

Don't forget to turn in your paper on your way out!

(Indistinct conversations)

Matt... Matt?

McBaskets?

Your paper?

Oh. Yeah. I didn't do it.

Big game Saturday.

Any chance you'd cut me some slack this time?

I'll give you a one-day extension.

But you have to have it in my in-box at the end of the day tomorrow.

Wow. (Laughs nervously)

You're k*lling me, Prof.

Rogelio: My father is dying.

What-what do you mean?

I mean, think about it.

He was too ill to travel.

And I can't even bring him up to my mother without her changing the subject.

(Door opens, closes)

Clearly, he is dying.

Who is dying?

His dad.

He thinks.

I'm not ready to lose him.

But I must stay strong.

I have to help my father achieve everything on his bucket list.

I have to make sure he gets to see Bette midler in concert.

And wicked on Broadway.

He always wanted to vacation in Mykonos.

A place in provincetown might not be feasible, given my current budget, but...

Dad...

Manuel is not dying.

He is gay.

And he's leaving Glamma for a man, and that's why she's been acting so weird.

Gay?

Wait...

(Snorts)

But... but that's impossible.

Surely there would have been some sign.

It is true.

Wow.

And he's leaving my mother.

And why did she tell you all, and not me?

Well, she didn't tell all of us, just me.

And, for some reason, she didn't think that you could handle it.

What?!

Everybody knows how gay-friendly I am... please.

I was on the cover of out magazine in an issue that also featured my very suggestive editorial spread with Neil Patrick Harris!

(Gasps)

I must convince her of this.

Latin Lover Narrator: Methinks a plan is afoot. But first, this plan.

Okay... good night, Mateo.

(Mateo grunts)

Latin Lover Narrator: Remember, peppy, Jane. Show him no fear.

You're gonna do a great job falling asleep.

Hello, everybody, and welcome to the sleeper bowl!

It is the biggest night of the sleep training season.

John: Tonight, the Villanueva team's strategy is a modified cry it out.

The question is, Lee, do you think they can make it work?

Well, they'll have to.

And this first play is crucial.

Jane needs to stay out of Mateo's room for five minutes.

John: Luckily, she has a strong defense...

(Mateo crying)

And a deep bench to support her.

(Mateo wails)

You need a distraction.

Let's look up Michael's girlfriend.

Jane: Is that her?

Xiomara: I think it's her.

You think or you know?

No, I know.

(Mateo crying loudly)

He's okay, he's okay.

Mm-hmm.

(Thump)

What was that?

What? Oh, my God, let me see...

Lee: Villanueva's been staying on the sidelines, letting Mateo run his own play.

But he's struggling.

(Mateo crying)

Okay, that's enough.

And in the final moments, there she is, stepping in!

John and Lee: Oh!

(Buzzer sounds)

John: Man, and that will do it for Villanueva.

Tough loss for this team.

Back to square one, Lee.

Alba: Jane.

He wasn't, he hit his head.

What?

Oh, no, no, no, not mommy's compu...

(Computer dings)

John and Lee: Oh!

No! That's gotta hurt!

Oh, God.

All right, that's for the blooper reel, Lee.

Let's see it again, but in slow motion.

Put a fork in her.

Carry her off the court.

Jane Villanueva is done.

You didn't save me any?

Sorry.

Sorry. I'm trying to get it together to teach.

Stop obsessing.

You canceled it in time.

Unless she gets notifications on her phone.

In which case she'll see my name, know I'm his ex, and think I'm a creepy stalker.

Maybe she's not his girlfriend.

Maybe they're just friends.

Who cares? If she's his friend, she'll warn her friend Michael that his ex is a creepy stalker.

Either way, Jane Villanueva equals creepy stalker.

Abuela...

You don't think I know that?

I was actually thinking that he'd sleep with me a while.

Yeah, just until he gets over this sleep regression.

Look, I tried a little crying, because you said to, but I can't do it.

Because it's so selfish!

It's for me.

It's so I'm well-rested and so I can go to school and teach, which is also for me.

Don't you think I should do something for him?

Hon, stop.

You do so much.

I just feel like I've been choosing myself a lot.

And I feel guilty.

What?

I am plenty tough.

I am!

(Phone chimes)

Oh, look. Look at this.

McBaskets made his deadline.

It's probably because I've been so firm with him.

Hmm.

Latin Lover Narrator: Great. Let's have a quick look, shall we?

Your paper is plagiarized.

What?

Oh, I-I didn't know.

You didn't know you plagiarized your paper?

From a famous paper, by the way.

In fact, when I was in college, I wrote a paper about this very paper.

Well, I was, like, inspired by it.

Inspired to copy it?

Okay, fine.

You win. I'll... I'll take a do-over.

Latin Lover Narrator: It should be noted that on another, more well-rested day, Jane might have been inclined to Grant his request.

No. You'll take an "F."

But alas, this was not that day.

Hey, no way. If you fail me, I won't be able to play.

Well, you should have thought about that before.

Are you serious?

Man: Yup.

I remember her.

Lived in an old house by the river.

Kept to herself.

You're sure it's her?

Yup.

Not too many people around here.

When did you see her last?

They're offering me a plea.

18 months.

I'll be out in 14.

But there is a 24-hour clock on this offer.

So maybe... maybe I should...

Should just plead guilty to something you didn't do?

No, absolutely not.

What's my alternative?

Go to trial?

Risk a long sentence?

I'll find you a new attorney, a better attorney.

She's the best.

Not if she's asking you to plead.

That's ridiculous.

I'm sorry.

I'm just...

This is crazy.

I know.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

(Exhales)

Just a little dizzy.

When was the last time you ate?

Yeah, see, if you have to think about it, it's been too long.

What do you want?

For my last meal?

No. For dinner.

Latin Lover Narrator: Ah, yes... dinner.

And Luca and I met while I was working at the Marbella.

It's nice to meet you.

You, too.

I happen to be a huge fan of Luca... and Byron's.

Nice to meet you, Liliana.

Thank you.

I needed some spiritual guidance after I broke up with my partner of 25 years.

Here's some spiritual guidance.

Enjoy being single.

Latin Lover Narrator: Wait a minute. There's something q*eer about this dinner.

Oh, good, Ricky Martin might stop by for dessert.

Latin Lover Narrator: Ah, I see. A big gay dinner to show Liliana how gay-friendly he is.

So, should we eat?

Allow me, please, Alba.

Dear heavenly father, thank you for making the world such a beautifully diverse place, filled with all kinds of people who love whoever they want.

Like men who love women, women who love women, men who love men...

Oh, no... you told him?

Way to be subtle.

I don't want to be subtle.

I'm sorry, Glamma.

No, don't-don't be mad at Jane.

I thought my dad was sick.

Why didn't you tell me, mother?

I-I couldn't.

But... no, I don't understand.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because!

Because he promised not to tell anyone until I broke the news to you.

And so now, telling you means that he tells everyone, he moves out, it actually happens, and my husband of 47 years is leaving me.

Mother...

I need some air.

I'm sorry.

47 years.

All a lie.

I'm sure that's not true.

I feel like a fool.

No.

No, you're not, mom.

You didn't know.

I mean, none of us did.

I just wish you told me, instead of making me stage a ridiculous dinner with a random...

Hey, guys.

Thanks for coming.

Real honor.

Are you okay?

Oh, I'm terrified.

I moved in with your father right out of my parents' house.

I have never been alone.

You're not alone, mom.

You're not.

I promise.

Latin Lover Narrator: Aw. There's nothing like the bond between mother and child.

(Mateo crying)

You promise?

Latin Lover Narrator: Right?

However, sometimes that bond goes horribly wrong.

Lucky that the one thing I know how to make is the one thing you're really craving.

(Phone ringing)

Your mother?

She calls every day now.

I haven't called her back.

I thought you were ready to hear the whole story.

Why she took $10 million to walk away from me?

You know, the more that I think about it, what could she possibly say?

Well, you don't know. Right?

Look, at a certain point, under certain pressures...

I might have taken money like that.

And I'm not a bad person.

Right?

No. You're not.

Besides, she can't possibly be as bad as my mom.

You have a point there.

I'm sorry, do you have to do that?

You're kind of holding the m*rder w*apon.

Not really. New ones.

These have an "M."

No, it had an "M."

I saw the picture.

Wait.

Are you sure?

Petra, this is new cutlery.

It came in just before the Christmas party.

After Ivan was k*lled?

Yes. Definitely.

(Mateo crying)

Definitely?

(Phone ringing)

Hello?

Jane, hi.

I'm sorry to bother you at night.

No, no, no, that's okay, what's going on?

I was calling about a student in your class, Mr. McNeil.

I'm hearing he plagiarized.

Oh, uh, yeah.

Was I supposed to report that?

No, no, not at all. Here's the thing.

I was wondering if there's any way he can have a second chance.

Uh... that was his second chance.

I gave him an extension and then he plagiarized.

I know.

I agree.

But... this is a complicated situation.

There's the reality of university politics to consider.

Excuse me?

Donors like to win basketball games.

Latin Lover Narrator: Oh, my God! This perfectly encapsulates what's wrong with higher education... Privileging athletics and alumni contributions over academic rigor!

Look, I hate this.

And I'm not asking you to give McBaskets...

Mr. McNeil... a free pass.

Just one more sh*t.

So to speak.

Inspire him to do the paper.

Yeah, okay, I'll try.

He basically wants me to give the basketball player a free pass.

Seriously?

Seriously.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

Shh!

(Quietly cheering)

(Laughs)

And it looks like the Villanuevas have pulled the upset of the year!

This one is going down in the record books.

Jane: Uh, Matt?

Hey, you talk to Professor Blake?

I did.

Cool.

Oh, a-and if you want that "F" removed so you can play tomorrow, you're gonna have to write a new paper... today.

Didn't Professor Blake tell you to give me a break?

No, he suggested I give you a break.

Yeah.

You know, for an English teacher, I don't really think you understand nuance.

I'm not doing you any favors by giving you a free pass.

Actually, you would be doing me a huge favor by...

Not in the long run.

Come on, no speeches, okay?

I'm not a writer. I'm never gonna be.

I'm not saying you have to be a writer.

But you do have skills that would improve with a little hard work.

I mean, why won't you even try?

Because who wants to spend time doing something they aren't good at?

I don't see you out there on the court playing basketball.

Try me.

You serious?

I make a basket, you have to sit down and write the paper.

For real?

Latin Lover Narrator: No, not for real.

Yes, let's do it.

Let's do it.

(Muttering)

One basket, you write the paper.

One basket, I'll write you that paper.

Oh!

(Players clamoring)

(Jane grunting)

Ooh!

(Chuckles) Traveling.

(Horn blaring)

Double dribble.

That's reaching in.

It wasn't that much of a foul!

(Grunting)

(Groans)

Student: Take it back!

Come on, teach!

(Students clamoring)

Lucky sh*t.

Student: Just like that!

(Students cheering)

You all right?

Yeah.

I'm good.

Okay.

Let's do it again.

Come on.

Man, I have never seen anyone as bad at basketball as you are.

But good effort.

I'm gonna write you that paper.

(Grunts)

(Students oohing)

(Students groan)

Dude, no way is my paper gonna suck as much as you do at basketball.

Let's hope not.

Latin Lover Narrator: At last, a victory. Which Petra could use right about now.

You did the right thing, taking the plea.

You'll get out in a year, tops.

Well, actually it's a different plea, the one that I took.

One that involves no time.

Because I turned you in.

The m*rder w*apon arrived at the hotel after Ivan was k*lled.

Which means you falsified evidence.

I'm hoping m*rder charges will follow.

Magda Andel, you have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can be used...

Wrong choice.

It should be noted that these words will come back to haunt Petra.

But you don't know that yet.

Pretend you don't know that.

It's over.

Thank you.

Both: Oh.

No.

(Laughs)

Come here.

(Both chuckle)

I feel like I'm waking up from a bad dream.

Latin Lover Narrator: And speaking of dreams...

Oh, hey.

Hey.

Thanks for the tree top...

Why did you send a friend request to my girlfriend?

Your girlfriend?

Yeah.

Oh, Michael, I-I'm so sorry.

My mom saw you at the Cubano truck, and I was trying to distract myself during sleep training, and Mateo's little foot hit the keyboard.

I canceled the request.

I'm so, so sorry.

It's just that when we saw each other...

Yeah, you didn't want to keep in touch.

But then you left the tree topper.

Because it meant a lot to you and your family.

That's why I didn't knock.

You know, it wasn't about us.

Got it.

Coincidentally, a line from "Pride and Prejudice" comes to mind here.

That makes sense.

Look, I'm-I'm finally, you know, happy again.

And I want you to be happy, too.

I want you to be... happy.

Again, tough love.

Yeah, thanks.

Which was, it turned out, exactly what she needed... To move on. And that night she slept like a baby. A fully sleep-trained one, which, happily, Mateo was!

I'm proud of you, too, Mateo.

Of course, Rogelio didn't need sleep training.

When he came out, he knew how to sleep.

He knew how to suckle.

Mm-hmm.

Okay, I got the paper.

McBaskets actually put some real work into it.

I mean, it's like a solid C-minus.

(Doorbell rings)

I'll get it.

Jane?

Grandpa?

Dad?

Ah.

Mom?

Is that true?

Latin Lover Narrator: Oh, dear. The marriage plot thickens.

Elena: The story, right.

When I met your father, I was 24.

I was new to the country.

I worked in his hotel.

I'd heard rumors about his wife Mia.

How she was mentally unstable.

And after her death...

Latin Lover Narrator: Supposed death.

Your father was devastated.

Somehow, he... Fixated on me.

I was flattered, overwhelmed.

I got married.

I got pregnant.

All in the first year in this country.

But he was... controlling.

And away all the time.

So, yes, I...

Turned to someone else.

And when he found out, he threatened to destroy me.

I was afraid.

I was young.

Well, you could've fought harder.

For me.

I know.

I should have.

But I'm here now.

And I'm hoping it's not too late.

And for them, at least, it wasn't.

So, you were right.

Your mother did love that lake.

When she escaped, that's where she went.

Apparently, she had a quiet life.

She d*ed about eight years ago.

Natural causes.

Preliminary DNA tests on the body confirm it.

Which means she couldn't be Mutter because Mutter's been active recently.

Well, at least there's that.

But wait.

I can't.

If Mia isn't Mutter, then who is?

1983.

That's when Mia disappeared. That's also when Emilio's company purchased Bar Lunara, which we know is Mutter's money laundering site.

Yeah, but Mia's dead.

She wasn't the one hiding money there.

Exactly, because someone else had access to Emilio's company.

Because something else happened in 1983.

He remarried.

It's her!

Rafael?

Rafael: Found it.

I'll be right there.

Mutter's signature was blue silk ties.

No.

(Grunts)

Where is the flash drive?

What are you talking about?

The flash drive you traded for Mateo.

Who did you give it to?

We gave it to Rose.

No, she doesn't have it... who does?

I don't know.

We gave it to her.

Why are you doing this?

What is happening?