01x03 - Jessie's Girl

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Hugo, you're not going to believe

the next treasure

that I'm about to unveil from this box.

An old magazine?

Okay, maybe I built it up too much.

So what's the deal with that letter

you were trying to hide from me earlier?

That letter is not important.

It's an old laundry list of groceries.

How are you, like,

the world's most ruthless corporate mogul,

but also the world's worst liar?

Hugo, I'm full of contradictions.

And also, I'm not.

Come on.

Come on, tell me. Is it, like,

a letter from Julia or something?

Whatever happened to her anyway?

Do you really wanna know?

Well, then play along.

Ask me, "How do I become successful

like the model in this magazine,

known and seen by millions of people?"

Go ahead.

How do I become successful

like those models,

known and seen by millions of people?

I'm so disappointed

that you would ask me that, Hugo.

Success is not about

being seen by millions of people.

Sometimes it comes from not being seen.

One must know when to be visible,

and when to be invisible.

I didn't even know he was there.

And now he's not.

I taught him myself.

And I learned from the best.

It was a very exciting week

at Las Colinas.

A team from Beau Monde magazine

had flown down for a photo sh**t.

Bronté. Welcome to Las Colinas.

We're thrilled you're here.

A piece in Beau Monde

is a true honor for the resort.

Yes, well, everyone's saying

that Acapulco is the new Gstaad.

I say that's ridiculous.

Clearly, it's the other way around.

I understand that, and I think it's funny.

This is so cool.

My sisters are obsessed with Beau Monde.

Do you think

they're looking for local models?

Maybe we'll get discovered

and they will put us in a photo spread.

Memo,

I think you would be an amazing model.

I agree.

I'm going to work on my poses

in the laundry room.

Love those shoulder pads.

Real Amazon energy.

Thank you. I had them custom molded.

Let me show you the spa.

The masseuses are from Sweden.

The oils are from Morocco.

And the owner is

from beautiful downtown Burbank, darling.

Right this way.

I can't believe it.

Bronté deFils in our lobby.

I know.

And what is a Bronté deFils?

He's the editor of Beau Monde.

He's, like, the king of fashion.

I wish I could talk to him

about being a designer.

You should come with me

to the banquet tomorrow night as my date.

Wish granted.

-For real?

-Yeah.

But are you sure it would be okay

if I miss work tomorrow?

I know we're already understaffed.

If you're short a server,

I'd love to help out.

My family could use the extra money.

Thanks, buddy. But my mom is, like,

super particular about who she lets

cater her VIP functions.

So the important job

that you're doing right now as a…

-Pool boy.

-Exactly. Just keep doing that.

Bronté would know all about that.

sh*t!

What do I do?

You said the number one rule

was to never touch you.

You saved my life.

I'm sorry.

That doesn't look like math, girls.

Hi, ma'am.

Hello, Gabriela.

I can't get her off of me

since she lost her job!

How am I supposed to smoke,

watch movies she won't let me see

or sneak out to parties if she doesn't

trust me enough to leave me alone?

She needs someone else to distract her.

Exactly.

My mom would stop bugging me

if she had a boyfriend.

But who?

The kitchen sink's fixed.

Ay, Esteban.

-I forgot you were here.

-Sorry.

I always do that.

My mom used to say that I should wear

a bell around my neck.

In fact, for a while, she put one on me.

Please excuse me.

-Bye.

-Thanks!

Why's that guy from Unit 12

always hanging around here?

I don't know.

He's always fixing things for free.

But focus.

We need to find someone

willing to go out with my mom.

I know you love New York pizza.

So, for your birthday lunch,

I had real New York pizza flown in from…

Go ahead. Guess where.

-New York?

-New York!

We have meat, no meat,

few veggies, extra veggies--

Whatever you want, we have it.

Did you get cauliflower crust?

Remember I can't eat gluten anymore.

We'll have grilled salmon, please.

I knew that it was time to make my move.

If I was going to work that banquet,

I had to show Diane what I was capable of.

Anything you need, Bronté, it's yours.

So, I heard we were understaffed,

and I'd be honored to fill in

and work the banquet tomorrow.

This is for the elite

of the fashion industry.

I need our best people on this.

You ready for that, Héctor?

More than ready, Diane.

I do your exercise tape every morning.

Enough with the flattery.

Which one? Glutes of Gold? Golden Glutes?

Cut the Gut? Leaping Legs?

The one with the purple leg warmers.

Hey, Héctor! Come on! Order up!

You're talking about

-Bunches of Crunches!

-Crunches! Yeah!

Come on! We're getting backed up here!

You know, I was nominated

for three Diamond Dumbbells for that.

And now,

by the time I reach Ricardo Montalbán,

his face is caked with blood.

-Beto, I got this. Pile it on.

-Are you sure?

All right.

-The plates too.

-Really? Okay.

You got this, kid.

Thanks, man.

-There you go.

-Thank you.

I am telling you, Diane. I can do this.

Me and both my glutes are more than ready.

Here, feel my glutes, please.

Here are your drinks, ladies.

So sorry for the delay.

Máximo.

You seem quite comfortable with that tray.

I do have a lot of experience.

Waited tables at half of the restaurants

along the Escénica.

Really?

Not really.

But I did have experience

balancing glasses on trays.

Shot glasses!

Authentic Acapulco shot glasses!

You know, I do need a little extra help

tomorrow night.

-You do?

-I do.

But keep in mind, if you're not perfect,

you can forget about working

a VIP event again.

As a token of appreciation

for saving my life,

I'm going to let you pick one thing

from the lost and found.

Look.

Pick anything your heart desires.

On the bottom shelf.

I saved your life and I only get to pick

from the bottom shelf?

You should've negotiated with me

while I was choking.

A Rubik's Cube!

When I was kid,

I never got to have my own toys.

Máximo's pendant.

It means so much to him.

He'd be so happy to have it back.

But the Rubik's Cube.

But the pendant.

Hurry up. I don't have all day.

Do the right thing, Memo.

The white one goes here.

Who would my mom be attracted to?

What about that guy?

No, man.

I can already hear what she'd say.

He's too skinny. Why doesn't he eat?

The devil must be living in that belly.

Okay.

What about him?

He's really well-dressed.

Our Lord Jesus Christ only wore a tunic.

Does he think he's better than Jesus?

What about Esteban?

Esteban?

Great idea.

Esteban, can you think of anyone

who'd want to go out with my mom?

Well, I would.

I've been wanting to ask

your mom out for a long time.

Nora is an angel.

Well, if angels lived

on this rough street.

Why haven't you asked her out?

Well, I'm waiting for the right moment.

I want to respect her time of mourning.

My dad died 12 years ago.

You're right. It's too soon.

-No, no, no!

-No!

You should ask her out on a date.

Oh, no, no, no, no. I don't know.

It's… It's a big thing. And I--

Okay. The next time I come over

to your house to fix something,

maybe I'll ask her out.

Excuse me.

Don Pablo.

Good news. I'm waiting tables

at the VIP dinner tomorrow.

Máximo. That's terrible news.

You have no idea what

you've gotten yourself into.

You're not ready to wait tables.

Do you know where the seafood fork goes?

Or which side to pour the wine?

Or how to fold a napkin

in the shape of a swan?

You'll be serving la crème de la crème.

What's the most important thing to know?

The thing about the seafood fork?

No. How to be invisible.

The servant who makes the least impression

makes the best impression.

Do you know how to be invisible?

No. But I can ask my good friend, Camilo.

Camilo, can you teach

me how to be invisible?

Okay.

Camilo says you'll have to teach me.

We'll work on your serving skills.

Then we'll work on your sense of humor.

You crossed the line, Camilo.

Water,

red wine glass, champagne flute.

Sharper creases.

I want to shave with this napkin.

You have to anticipate their needs.

You're waiting on them.

They are not waiting on you.

Master every detail,

no matter how small.

Only then can you truly become invisible.

Again.

Again!

I spent all night practicing.

Where's my eyelash curler?

Sara!

By the next day,

I was starting to get the hang of it.

Water, red wine glass, champagne flute.

Damn it.

I'm never gonna be ready.

You're ready.

No one gets it right with a blindfold.

I just think

it's funny to make people try.

Máximo. I just want you to know

that I am not jealous

of you getting the catering job.

You earned it.

I wish you only good luck for tonight.

Especially when you're preparing

the Fiesta Carajillo.

-Fiesta what?

-Carajillo.

Fiesta Carajillo.

No big deal.

Just a regular coffee c*ck.

Except, of course,

then you light it on fire,

and then pour the flaming liquid

into a small cup three feet away.

Delicious. But very, very, very dangerous.

I just told him all about it.

Said it was a house specialty.

So now, you get to make it for him.

On a windy night.

In the dark.

Good luck, papi.

One mistake in front of Diane,

and your career here

might as well be over.

Hey.

Hey, Máximo.

You're not going to believe it.

So, I was in the laundry room--

-Hey!

-And then--

Move it!

I'm selling aspiration here,

not perspiration.

Memo, I'm in trouble.

I have to serve flaming coffee tonight.

How do I do that?

I know you know that I don't know that.

But, hey, look at thi--

How am I gonna get through tonight?

I wish I had my dad's escapulario

for good luck.

I'm such a bad friend.

Julia! I have a very important question.

Wow.

You made this?

Well, I decided that if

I'm gonna meet the editor of Beau Monde,

I might as well

take advantage of the occasion

and wear one of my own designs.

Don't you think?

Or is it a bad idea?

No, I better not wear it.

Don't worry. The dress is beautiful.

And I'm sure Cruella deFils will love it.

Gracias.

What was your question?

Do you know how to serve

a Fiesta Carajillo?

I'm supposed to serve them in two hours,

and I've never even seen it done.

No, it's fine. It's just a drink.

I'm sure it's not that complicated.

I was so wrong.

Well, I just finished checking and,

no, Sara, I didn't find any leaks, so…

-Great.

-I'm gonna head home.

Sounds good. Thank you.

-If you'll excuse me.

-Yes, bye.

No! Mom!

-What?

-What happened?

No!

Wait! Esteban!

Wait!

-What happened?

-I need you.

Really?

The sink.

Nora.

Norita, I just looked at it. We both know

what you really meant to say is that--

Hell, the sink! That… Yes.

What was I thinking, right?

It seems like--

What happened?

Yeah.

Bravo.

I actually love this.

It is so far beyond camp

that it's wandering around the woods.

To a wonderful magazine spread.

May it be the first of many.

And I hope coming to visit Las Colinas

will always be in fashion.

In fashion. See what I did there?

Yes.

So, is Acapulco everything

you hoped it would be?

Yes. It's all that and more.

I dreaded it would be played out,

all Ricky Ricardo and spangles

and cha-cha-cha.

That's actually Cuban.

But, Diane,

you're doing some glorious things here.

Well, I have a little help.

Chad here is our general manager.

And of course,

our staff is the best in all of Mexico.

They sure are.

I didn't realize that staff

were invited to this dinner.

How egalitarian.

What do you do?

-I work at the front desk.

-Are you serious?

Chad, you fiend!

You're dating the help.

I like to say

she's the face of the resort.

Yeah. I bet you say that to all

the employees that you're dating.

I'm sure with the others

it's just physical.

-I'm bad. It's just a jest, darling.

-All right, yeah, well, let's--

So,

who here's ready for some lobster ceviche?

Will you all excuse me for a second?

It smells good.

Don Pablo.

Do you mind if I take a bathroom break?

It's an emergency.

Remind me to also teach you how to lie.

Go. But be quick.

You okay?

He called me "the help", Máximo.

Is that all I am?

Who cares what that guy says?

Yeah, but it's not just him.

There's a line

that divides "us" and "them",

and maybe I'm a fool

for trying to cross it.

Don't let it get to you, Julia.

You're the smartest person I know.

You read Pride and Precedent.

"Prejudice", Máximo.

Exactly. It's only prejudice.

And you designed your own dress.

It took me 20 minutes

just to put this cummerbund on right.

It's upside down.

Maybe they want us to be invisible,

but you deserve to be seen.

Thanks.

So, should we go back to the banquet?

Let's go.

No, Memo, you made your decision.

Please, please, please let me swap it out.

I made a terrible mistake.

Don't be so pathetic.

Okay, fine. Just this once.

Give me the cube.

Thank you.

Oh, no.

I never dreamed I could

own a game like this.

Memo, do the right thing.

Yay.

I won again.

Okay, well… it's fixed now.

I don't know how it broke

so suddenly and violently.

Thank you so much, Esteban.

I truly don't know

what we'd do without you.

Well

Okay.

"My dearest Nora,

you are a marvelous woman.

You're so charming and very bro--

very bro--"

Sorry.

The water blurred some of the words.

"Very brotherful"?

That doesn't make any sense.

"Very beautiful." That's for sure.

"You're so charming and very broth--

very beautiful.

I've wanted to ask you out

for a long, long, long,

long, long,

long…

long, long time.

I think I've respectfully waited

long enough to ask you this.

Nora Ramos,

would you go out to eat with me

at a to-be-determined date and time?

Sincerely, Esteban."

Okay.

I don't think it'll k*ll anyone

if we go out to eat.

Oh, Nora,

you have no idea how long I've dreamed

of hearing you say those very words.

I mean, sure, uptown they're reopening 54,

but without Stevie and his magic powder,

I mean, why bother?

Oh, my gosh.

I mean, he was considered

the enfant terrible

of the prêt-à-porter scene,

but I mean, now he's just terrible.

I mean, he hasn't produced

a single innovative idea in 25 years,

and here he is

with his breakthrough collection,

and it consists of nothing but stripes.

I mean, stripes!

Mr. deFils, I love hearing

all about the New York trends.

Working in fashion is my dream.

Is it?

In fact, this is one of my own designs.

Very Mexican.

If I crack you open,

are you full of candy?

You know what, buddy, I--

I had to do something.

My job was to be invisible,

but I could not stand by

and watch her be insulted like that.

You really did that?

No. That's what I really thought of doing.

But what I actually did,

was make a speech.

Mr. deFils,

this woman has worked hard

to create something true to her heart.

All she wanted was to show it off to you,

her idol.

But you choose to be cruel

and crush her hopes.

You walk around the resort with your nose

in the air like you're better than us,

but you are not.

You're an awful person

with an ugly, ugly tie.

That's actually pretty badass.

Yes, yes.

Except, as soon as I finished,

I realized something.

In my passion,

I had said everything… en español.

You're an awful person

with an ugly, ugly tie.

I'm sorry, I didn't get any of that.

I was saying--

He said what a pleasure

it's been to work at this event.

The entire staff is honored

to have such sophisticated guests

who will no doubt share the good news

about our beautiful resort.

Yes. Yes, we certainly will.

Máximo, quick chat.

And so, my brief time

as an elite waiter came to an end.

I had committed

the cardinal sin of being visible.

Máximo, I told you before what to expect.

This just isn't the right fit for you.

So, I was headed back to the pool.

I went to leave for the night,

wondering why I couldn't just

keep my big mouth shut.

That's when I came across Don Pablo

sitting alone outside his private villa.

Don Pablo.

I'm sorry I let you down.

You ignored my advice.

You're lucky she didn't fire you.

But you did not let me down.

I made it this far by being invisible.

Maybe your destiny is different than mine.

Maybe your destiny is to speak your mind.

I've seen you here before.

May I ask,

are you waiting for someone?

Yes, I am.

Who?

That's none of your business.

Right.

So, what happened to the people

from the magazine?

Well,

their photo spread was a great success.

It boosted the profile of Las Colinas.

And I'd like to think that

that their two newest models

helped with that.

Cool.

Thank you, Rolf.

How does he do that?

Anyway…

Still too bad you never got revenge

on that Bronté guy.

Actually…

Again, Diane, you must be so proud

to go from C-list actress

to A-list hotelier. Bravo.

"How did she do this?" might soon replace

"Who's Chad's father?"

as the biggest mystery about you.

Oh, my-- Bloody hell!

Oh, my God!

Help!

Help me!

Did you hear that everyone?

I'm an A-list hotelier.