Devious Maids (2013–2016): Season 1, Episode 12 - Getting Out the Blood - full transcript

Previously
on "Devious Maids"...

Are you saying that my
client is the father?

No. He knows who is,
and they are very close.

Do you know
who they're talking about?

I can't help you.

Marisol, Michael Stappord

is going to get
a phone call very soon.

Do me a favor
and listen to it, okay?

What are you doing?

I caught marisol
eavesdropping.

Keep an eye on her.



See what she's up to.

(Gasps and screams)
(Tires screech)

You didn't call
an ambulance?

That woman is evil,
and I want to see her punished.

She will be.

Mr. Spence? I want you
to leave your wife.

I have this maid.

And I want to do
something nice for her.

I'm gonna fly to Mexico
and go get her little boy.

Genevieve and I
have been spending

a lot of time together lately,
and, uh,

I asked her to marry me.

I will not bless that man.

Why don't you just
shut up?!



(Grunts)
Ohh!

Since when are you
such a fan of Scott's?

Well, I've gotten to know him
these last few days,

and we've become close.

Then maybe you can
do me a favor.

(Voice breaking)
Alejandro...

He doesn't want
to date you anymore.

So Alejandro Rubio
is into guys?

How soon before
the story hits the press?

Why do we come here?
These prices are ridiculous.

I'll need to borrow money.

Again?

It's not my fault
I'm broke.

But it's your fault
I'm broke.

Oh, Rosie, loosen up
the purse strings, for God sake.

Hmm... (Clicks tongue)

(Speaks indistinctly) So,
Carmen, how's your love life?

- Don't ask.
- What about Sam?

I thought you loved him.

I do.

So why aren't you
seeing him?

We had a fight.

And he went away.

Why not call him?

He should call me.

He knows I'm busy
with my career.

And why are we talking
about my love life?

There is a guy
sitting over there

who is staring at you.

He's not really my type.

But...

Come here.

What are you doing?

(Chuckles)
If I flirt with him,

maybe he'll pay for lunch.

- But if you're not into him...
- shh!

- Let her work her magic.
- Okay.

- Hey.
- Hi.

I'm Zach Fowler.

These are my friends...
Marisol and Rosie.

- And I am...
- Carmen Luna.

- I know.
- How do you know that?

Oh, I'm a reporter.

I work for
"celebrity dirt."

That trashy Internet site?

Don't hate me 'cause
I'm slimy. (Chuckles)

(Laughter)

So why would
you recognize me?

I'm not a celebrity... yet.
(Chuckles)

You're
Alejandro Rubio's maid.

I've taken pictures of you
coming out of his house.

Hey, for all you know,
I'm his girlfriend.

(Laughs) Yeah.
(Laughs)

Come on.

We both know he doesn't
swing that way.

Oh. Well, am I right?
Is Alejandro Rubio gay?

You know what?
I'm not really hungry anymore.

Rosie?

Me neither.
(Chairs scrape floor)

Come on, Carmen.

Oh. We've been told that
he broke up with his boyfriend.

Just say, "no comment."

No comment.

- We just need confirmation.
- No comment... (Speaks Spanish)

Naturally, we'd pay you.

As much as $10,000.

What are you doing?

And all you'd have to do
is tell us the truth.

Carmen, let's go.

Carmen?

Devious Maids 1x12
- Getting Out The Blood -

(orchestral waltz playing)

(Gasps)

What's wrong?

- You scared me.
- I'm sorry.

I thought I was being
molested.

Well, normally
I wouldn't presume,

but you were having
an erotic dream.

How do you know that?

Oh.

(Clears throat)
So...

Now that you're up...
So to speak,

would you like to...

No, I'm not in the mood.

That's not what
your body says.

I was dreaming
of our stock portfolio.

IBM hit a 52-week high.

I almost climaxed.

Please, don't make jokes.
Not about this.

I'm sorry.
(Door opens)

Who were you really
dreaming of?

Who do you think?

I'm so glad she's dead.

(Cans clatter)

She was offered how much?!

The reporter will give Carmen
$10,000 to out Alejandro.

I hope she told him
to slither back to his swamp.

Carmen's broke.

I think she may be
considering it.

Well, it's not right.

And the people we work for
deserve our discretion.

Really? You'd turn down $10,000
for a few family secrets?

I would. And the stuff
that I have on the Delatours

is worth twice that.

Really?

They have skeletons
in their basement?

Closet.

How do you bury skeletons
in a closet?

So the Delatours have secrets?

Last week, we had this
ugly family get-together.

(Gasps) What happened?

Remi punched his father
in the face.

- No!
- Oh, yeah.

Phillipe was being a jerk,
and Remi lost it.

I've never seen him
so angry.

And then this weird thing
happened.

Remi whispered something
to his dad,

and Phillipe went white
as a sheet.

When did this happen?

Last Friday. Why?

- No reason. Just...
- (Genevieve) Zoila!

What?!

I found a gray hair!

So?

It's in my wig. I'm confused.

(Chuckles)
(Chuckles)

I need to go.

- Bye.
- We'll see you later.

Rosie?

- This is Phillipe, right?
- Mm-hmm. Yes it is.

I hate to admit it,
but he is handsome.

As the devil.

I worry about you.

Why?

You're so lonely.

I am?

It's sad.

You never go out.
You never date.

I think it's time for you
to kick that closet door open

and let the world know
you're a happy gay boy.

Are you crazy?

Think about it.
You can finally be yourself.

- Meet guys. Have a life.
- And risk my career?

No, thanks.

Well...

What if people find out
the truth somehow?

Um, you can handle that,
right?

No.

- You see, I bet you could.
- I couldn't.

- You're so strong.
- Not really.

- I'll bet ya.
- Carmen!

If people found out I was gay,
I would be devastated.

Only at first.

But then you'll live your life
like an openly gay man.

And you can go to bars
and clubs.

And before you know it, you'll
be the belle of the balls... ball.

Ball.

Why are you asking me this?

No reason. Hmm.

Have you heard something?
Are people talking about me?

Why are you getting upset?

We were having such a fun talk
about you being lonely.

Well, maybe I am
a bit isolated.

But that's the price I pay
for success.

But you don't have to choose
between work and a relationship.

Sometimes you do.
I put my career first.

Come on. You of all people
should understand.

That's why I know
you're gonna make it.

You're just like me.

You need success
more than you need love.

(Spritzes)
(Door closes)

(Sighs) You're back!

I didn't expect you
until noon.

My flight got in early.
Where's Peri?

- She's still at work.
- And the baby?

- He's asleep.
- So...

We're alone?

I guess so.

(Moans)

- God, I've missed kissing you.
- Oh, me, too.

Mm. Were you surprised
to get my call?

- Yeah. What changed your mind?
- It doesn't matter.

The good news is that
we can be together now,

and I don't have to feel guilty
about loving you. (Gloves snap)

Or...

Rosie Falta,
will you do me the honor...

No! No! No!
I know what you're thinking.

You're thinking that
this is too fast.

That's not
what I'm thinking.

But I can be divorced
from Peri within the month.

- So... ow!
- I said no!

- Damn it!
- What's with the violence?

- You can't propose now.
- Why not?

I'm sweating like a pig.

I got baby spit
on my top...

(Whiny voice) And I'm pretty
sure I smell like bug spray.

Oh, is that what that is?

(Normal voice) I want
to remember this moment

for the rest of my life.

I want to look nice for it. I...
I want it to be romantic.

I'm asking you to spend
all of eternity with me.

The fact that I'm willing
to do that...

When, quite frankly,
you've never looked worse...

Seems very romantic to me.

(Sighs)

(Gasps) No.

I have to put it on a chain
so Mrs. Peri doesn't see.

Wear it any place you like.

I'll still be the happiest
man on earth. (Chuckles)

(Moans)
(Moans)

These... these bugs
you've killed...

They really put up
a fight, huh?

Just go.

(Exhales deeply)

(Footsteps approaching)

- We need to talk.
- Obviously.

I was waiting to make sure
we had the house to ourselves.

You gonna hit me again?

No.

Good. 'Cause next time
I'll hit back. (Chuckles)

You should ditch
the smile.

I'm about to call
the police.

And you'll tell them what?

You killed Flora Hernandez.

What a stupid thing to say.

There's a tape, dad.
I saw it.

A tape of what?

Flora telling your lawyer
that you raped her.

He offers her money.
She wants more.

Now that's a negotiation.
Not murder.

She then told your lawyer
she was pregnant with my child.

She was killed
two days later.

You did it.
I know you did.

Do you really want to think

that your own father
is capable of murder?

I don't want to.

That young woman
was an extortionist.

I'm sure there were...
Many people who wanted her dead.

So what?

It was a coincidence she died?
We just lucked out?

I'd hate to say it that way,
but yes.

You swear to me
you didn't kill her?

You know I didn't.

(Crying) I'm sorry.

Oh, it's okay.

I can only imagine
what you've been going through.

So... so what about
the tape then?

Flora said you raped her.
(Sniffles)

Were you aware that
Flora was a prostitute?

Not while I was dating her.
No, obviously.

She was a... gift
from Adrian Powell.

And when I introduced myself,
she realized I was your father.

- She refused to sleep with me.
- So what happened?

Well, she was a whore.

Whores can't say no.

(Crow cawing,
train whistle blowing)

I need to do something good.

Something meaningful
with my life.

But I'll never be able
to do that here.

I've got to get away
from my family, you know?

Did something happen?

Yeah.

And I wish I could tell you
about it. I really do. But...

I can't.

It's messed up.

So what are you trying
to tell me?

- Are you going away?
- Yeah.

And there's something
I need to ask you.

"Hope and medicine"?

It's a group of doctors
who go to third world countries

and set up clinics
and hospitals.

But Remi's not a doctor.

They need assistants,
and he's got a year of pre-med.

And when would he leave?
(Pamphlet rustles)

If they approve
his application,

he'll leave for Africa
on Friday.

I must say,
I am impressed.

I didn't know Remi
was such a humanitarian.

What?

(Chuckles)

He wants me to go with him.

Ha! No.

He could be gone
for a year.

- I don't care.
- He said he loves me.

Well, he can love you
when he gets back.

He's trying to do something
important with his life,

and I want to help him.

And what about
the important things

you're trying to do
with your life?

They don't seem that important
without him. (Groans)

I absolutely forbid it.

I'm not asking for
permission.

I'm telling you
what my decision is.

So help me, Valentina!

Yell all you want.
My bags are already packed.

(Swallows)
Can I pay you a compliment?

(Chuckles)
Why stop with just one?

You are absolutely glowing.

That's why I like
being in love.

It's so good for my skin.

I am thrilled
that you and Phillipe

are getting back together.

Is he your favorite
of all my husbands?

Well, he's definitely
in the top three.

Good. (Chuckles)
(Chuckles)

Because I need a favor.

Is there any way we could have
our engagement party here?

Here?

I know it's a lot to ask,

but Zoila doesn't approve
of this marriage.

There's also been some tension
between Phillipe and Remi.

Having the party here

would make life less stressful
for everyone.

- Almost everyone.
- No.

You would not
have to do a thing,

and Phillipe will
foot the bill.

Well,
it is a special occasion.

(Chuckles)
Thank you.

Ah! Thank you! Thank you!
(Chuckles)

So what's it like
the second time around?

What do you mean?

You know, is the passion
still there?

Is... is it just comfortable?

Are you kidding?

Phillipe can't keep
his hands off me.

Really? At his age?

He's like some
insatiable tiger.

Ripping my clothes off.
Taking me on the floor.

I don't see why
feminists complain so much.

Being a sex object is fun.

Well, he clearly adores you.
(Cup clinks)

He does.

It just goes to show,

when it comes to love,
it's never too late.

(Chuckles)

(Knife thuds)
Hey.

Is Spence back?

- He just stepped into the shower.
- Good.

That would give us
a chance to talk.

I'm making dinner.

I know you're still
mad at me.

But I have a gift for you.

And it is so amazing.
You'll want to hug me.

What is it?

(Purse thuds)

That does not get you
a hug.

It's not really for you.
It's for Miguel.

Miguel?

Oh.

Thank you.

I'll mail it to him
for his birthday.

(Sniffs)
(Plastic bag rustles)

Or you can give it to him
when he gets here.

What?

The studio has agreed

to let me use
their private jet.

I'm going to fly
to Guadalajara tomorrow.

If your mother will bring
Miguel to the airport,

I can bring him back here
to America.

Why?

- Why would you do this?
- 'Cause I am a good person.

And good people
do stuff like this.

(Sobbing and laughing)

Yes!

See, I knew there'd be a hug.
(Chuckles)

(Voice breaking)
How can I ever thank you?

You can start by
ironing my pink top.

I want to wear it
on the plane.

(Gasps) Mrs. Peri?

I will be grateful to you
for the rest of my life.

I'm so glad.

(Breathes heavily)

(Chuckles) See you then.

Bye.
(Beep)

Hello, awkward. (Sighs)

What's wrong?
(Chuckles)

Genevieve just told me

the Powells are hosting
her engagement party.

And we haven't seen them

since the night that
Michael punched Adrian.

Do you have to go?

Oh, yeah.

But Genevieve is inviting
half of Beverly Hills.

So hopefully we will get
lost in the crowd.

Why is Phillipe
so important to Michael?

Oh, Phillipe...

He just pays him
tons and tons of money.

Oh.

What does Michael do
for Phillipe?

I don't know. Legal stuff.

Why?

No reason.

Are you sure?
You seem very...

Interested.

Honestly, I just saw
a picture of him today...

Phillipe. So I've just...
he's been on my mind.

Ah. (Chuckles)

(Dialing cell phone)

Michael? It's me. Uh...
I don't know if this is

something that
you would care about,

but Marisol just asked me
a whole bunch of questions

about Phillipe.

(Groans)
(Wristwatch clicks)

Hey, you.
Hey.

Hey.
What's wrong?

Nothing. Uh...
(Wristwatch continues clicking)

I'm just... uh, it was
a long plane ride.

Oh. Okay.

Maybe we can go
for a walk later.

Take the baby
in a stroller?

That's very
Norman Rockwell of you.

It's such a beautiful night.

Why are you
in such a good mood?

I'm about to do something
wonderful for Rosie.

And I'm feeling...
I don't know...

Proud of myself.

Well, what exactly
are you about to do?

Hey. I just heard
the good news.

You must be so excited
to see Miguel again.

Part of me can't believe
that Peri's doing this.

It's like her first
official act of kindness.

You must be feeling...
Guilty right now.

But this doesn't have
to change anything between us.

(Lowered voice)
We can still get married.

I am begging you.

Don't let this
one act of kindness

keep us from being happy.

Peri will forgive us in time.

Tell me we're still good.

(Clatters)

(Sighs)
Darling...

What is our net worth?

Well, if you count the jet

and the stocks and the art
and the summer home,

uh, about $100 million,
I should think. Why?

I need to know what
I can expect

in the way of a settlement.

- What?
- I'm divorcing you.

So I'm entitled
to $50 million,

but I don't want
to seem bitter.

Maybe I will settle for 40
as a gesture of goodwill.

I don't understand.

It has recently
occurred to me

that I don't have to be
unhappy.

There is someone out there
who will cherish me

and make love to me
with wild passionate abandon.

And I'm going to find
this wonderful stranger

before my breasts
get any lower.

But what about me?

I suppose you'll be alone.

Oh.

I know it will be painful.

And I'm sorry,
but I need to be loved.

I love you.

I just don't want
to touch you.

Hmm, my darling.

That sentence
just cost you $50 million.

(Knock on door)

Hey.

Hi.

(Kisses)

(Chuckles)
(Chuckles)

Are you wearing Armani?

I am.

You look good.

No. You look good.

I look sexy as hell.

So...

What have you been up to?
(Refrigerator door closes)

Nothing much.

Just... rocking
the entertainment industry.

That's all.

And how are you doing that?

Since we last spoke,
I have been accepted into

the starwonder agent
training program.

You're gonna be an agent?

You sound surprised.

Well, you're not
smarmy or ruthless.

That's why
there's a training program.

I finish Friday.
And after that,

I will be
a full-fledged agent...

In the music division.

The music division?

Oh, yeah, and you'll be
the first client I sign.

Go ahead.

Kiss me.
I-I know you want to.

Why didn't you tell me?

If it didn't pan out,

I didn't want to get
your hopes up. But now...

Sam, I don't know
what to say.

I love you, Carmen.

So I'm gonna
make it happen for you.

I'm gonna make you a star.

That's great.

But I don't really care
about that anymore.

Huh?

My priorities have changed.

How can you switch...
Priorities?

I mean,
from the day I met you,

all you talked about
was being a famous singer.

That's true, and I appreciate
your support. I do...

(stammers) I-I-I don't want
to be a music agent.

I hate agents. And...

And I'm not that crazy
about music. I mean...

Listen to me.

It's not that I don't want
to have a career. It's just...

I want something else more.

Please don't tell me
you want to be an actress

- 'cause I will be so depressed.
- No.

(Sighs)

I just want you.

What?

Come here.

Fame and success
would be nice.

But you are
what I need to be happy.

I am so sorry that
it took me this long

to figure that out.

Mm... (Gasps)

Would you like
to live together?

(Michael)
Her name is Marisol.

She came to work for us
12 weeks ago.

And you say she's been
asking questions?

Lots of them. And yesterday she
started asking about you.

Is she a reporter?

It's possible. I think
we should talk to her.

Offer her a large
cash settlement to go away.

- Would she go away?
- I don't know.

I have a few private detectives
on retainer.

Talk to them.

Before I sign any checks,
I want to know

exactly who this woman is
and what she wants.

I'll take care of it.

And leave the photo.

I find it helpful to know
what my enemies look like.

Smuggling people across
the border is illegal.

It's not like I'm stuffing
a drug cartel into my trunk.

I'm bringing one kid
by private plane.

But there'll be customs agents
there when you land.

What are they gonna think
when they see you with Miguel?

Beautiful white actress,
small brown child.

I'm guessing
they'll think adoption.

You're risking
your career here.

I hope you know that.

So what are you suggesting?

Let me do some research.

I'll bet there's a legal way
to get Miguel in the country.

But that could take months.

And I start shooting a movie
in two weeks.

Well, then I'll handle
everything.

I'll talk to some top lawyers

and some immigration
specialists and...

Once everything's sorted,
I'll drive down to Guadalajara

and pick up Miguel.

And then you get
all the glory?

This is not about
who gets credit.

Rosie will love me
for doing this,

and I need her to be
on my side.

But she knows that
we can't break the law.

Look, I'll talk to her,
and once I get Miguel back...

No! No! No!
This is my idea.

I get to rescue
the little Mexican boy,

not you.

- Mr. Delatour?
- How are you doing, Al?

Keeping your nose clean?

Trying to.

But it's hard.

Got a lot of bills to pay.

Well, maybe I can
help you with that.

- I need a favor.
- I figured.

I'm willing to pay
a lot of money.

Sounds good so far.

This woman...

To be frank,
she's trying to hurt me.

And I won't allow that.

Will I need a gun?

I'm afraid so.

(Carmen speaks indistinctly)
(Kisses)

(Sam laughs)

What do we have here?

Alejandro.

We didn't think you'd be
up this early.

Yeah, I got that.

Are the two of you
back together?

(Sighs) You think I let
men in boxer shorts

just wander through
the house?

I wouldn't mind if you did.

He's gay now.
Just go with it.

Well, this is good, Sam.

Now that the two of you
are dating...

(Liquid pouring)
I'll get to see more of you.

Actually, uh...

(Sighs)
We're not just dating.

(Chuckles) Yeah, Sam asked me
if I wanted to live with him

- and I said yes.
- Is that okay?

Of course.

Are you sure?
Because I know you want a live-in.

No. Odessa's gonna be
back here soon.

And it makes me happy to know
the two of you are a couple.

Oh. Thank you so much.
(Chuckles)

We should celebrate.

Go to the wine cellar
and get some champagne.

(Both laugh)

Yeah.

Congratulations, Sam.

She's a wonderful girl.

Yeah, don't I know it, man.
(Spoon clinks)

(Chuckles) Come on.

(Camera shutter clicking)

(Camera shutter
continues clicking)

No, no, no.
No! No! No!

Separate! Separate!

(Mouths words)

(Grunts)

(Fence rattles)

(Panting) Just so you know...

We're gonna sue your ass!

Everybody does.
(Camera shutter clicks)

Gotcha!
(Chain clinks)

(Sighs)

- We're in trouble.
- Are we?

Marisol's real name
is Suarez.

She's the mother of the kid
the police arrested.

Oh, my God.

So there's no way
that we can buy her off.

Well, obviously not.

I think we need to go
to the D.A.

What? We can tell them that
Flora's death was an accident.

Self-defense.
I can negotiate a deal.

We don't know
what Marisol knows.

But if she's got enough

to make the police look in
your direction, you're screwed.

You need to get
out in front of this thing.

Michael...

Go home. Relax.

Relax?

We have to do something.

I've already
taken care of it.

M-meaning what?

You don't want to know.

You're not planning
something stupid, are you?

Phillipe, if something
happens to this woman,

people will talk.

Doesn't everyone
still think she's a maid?

So what?

So in my experience, people just
aren't that interested

in what happens to the help.

(Knock on door)

Hey.

I heard that group of doctors
accepted your application.

They did. I leave Friday.

Did you...
Talk to Valentina?

I did.

And now I'm gonna
talk to you.

Sit down.

Valentina has wanted
to be a designer

since she was a child.

She used to make dresses
for her dolls.

I could see the talent
even then.

So I bought her
sewing machines

and patterns and fabric.

I did all I could
to encourage her.

Her dream became my dream.

(Sighs)

You're about to tell me
you don't want her

to go to Africa with me.
Oh, Remi.

I have seen so many women
throw their ambition away

because they're scared
of losing a man.

To be honest, I'm the one who's
scared of losing her.

I know.

But if you love her,

you must let her
go to school.

Let her be everything
she can be.

So what do you want me
to do?

I've written a note.

You're gonna copy it...
(Voice breaking)

In your handwriting
and leave it for Valentina.

(Paper rustles)
It explains

why you want her to stay...

And why you needed to leave
without saying good-bye.

If I do this,
she'll never forgive me.

No.

A year from now
she'll know the truth.

And I'll be the one
she won't forgive.

They should be here
any second.

(Gasps) I know.

Can I say something?

I wish you wouldn't.

I'm gonna divorce Peri.

If that's what you want.

It is.

And I was thinking...

Maybe in a few months

after I've been on my own
for a while...

Mrs. Peri is bringing
my son here.

He's my life.

I can't repay her kindness
with betrayal,

not even for someone
I love.

(Door closes)

(Sniffles, exhales deeply)

Hey, Rosie.

Guess who's here?

(Chuckles)

(Chuckles)

(Gasps and laughs)

- Mami!
- Oh.

(Laughing and crying)
(Peri claps)

(Laughs)

Thank you, Mrs. Peri.

For the rest of my life,
thank you. (Sniffles)

It was truly my pleasure.

(Exhales deeply) Oh.

(Sighs)

Isn't he just precious?

Yes, he is.

And to think
you wanted me to wait.

- What?
- Oh, yeah.

- He didn't want me to get Miguel.
- That's not what I said.

(Chuckles)
You're such a liar.

He wanted me to wait
for a few months

while he talked to lawyers

and waded through
a bunch of red tape.

But I said, "No.
Rosie needs her little boy now."

I was just worried.

- This is so illegal.
- Oh, who cares?!

It's so worth it.

Rosie, do you want
to show Miguel the house?

We have a pool.
Do you know what a pool is?

Rosie, I...

I really am glad
he's here.

(door creaks)

(Breathing heavily)

(Footsteps approaching)

Hey, Michael.
How was work?

(Bowl clatters)
You have to go.

What?

You need to pack your things
and leave now!

Why?

Because
you're not safe here!

I know who you are
and why you came here,

and I'm not the only one
who knows.

Who else?

I can't tell you.

- Is it Phillipe Delatour?
- Just...

Get your things
and I'll call you a taxi.

(Dog barking in distance)

Poor Alejandro.

Poor Alejandro?
What about me?

This picture could
destroy his career.

- Nobody cares if you're gay.
- My mother cares!

Then tell her I'm moving in.

Now she'll think
you're a drag queen.

Enough.

I don't want to keep
talking about that picture.

(Sighs)

So...
How is Alejandro doing?

How do you think?
He's devastated. Well...

I mean, it's just
the Internet.

Maybe people will stop
talking about it.

Not anytime soon.
(Scoffs)

(Sighs)

How are we gonna contain this?

He needs a beard.

Showing up on the red carpet
with a busty blonde

isn't gonna make people forget
this photo. (Photo rustles)

I'm not talking about
a girlfriend.

We need to get him married.

She'd need to be discreet...
And hot.

Is there anyone
you can trust to help you out?

I know just the girl.

(Objects clattering)

What is this?

I thought you were out.

Being pregnant makes me tired.
I was taking a nap.

Why is Marisol
packing her bags?

Take your things to the taxi.
I'll tell her what's going on.

I'll say good-bye when
I come back for my purse.

(Door opens)
Michael, what is going on?

If she is in danger,
why are we sending her away?

People know
that she's here.

And these are people
you work with?

I can't talk about that.

Well, whoever this woman is,
she is our friend,

and we have to protect her.
(Door closes)

That's what
I'm trying to do!

I'm ready to go.

Marisol, oh, my God.

Did Michael tell you
everything?

He did.

I am...

So sorry that
I had to lie to you.

Did you lie
about being my friend?

Never.

(Clicks tongue)

(Whispers) Please don't go.

Believe me.

I don't want to.

Then you'll stay.

- Taylor!
- Just call the police.

I can't. They'll ask questions
I can't answer.

Then call a security company.

They'll send over bodyguards.
Michael...

Even if I leave,

I'm still going to find out
who killed Flora Hernandez.

It's settled.

You're staying.
I'll grab your bags.

(Door opens in distance)

(Door creaks)

Taylor?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

Taylor, talk to me.
Taylor!

(Panting)

Call 9-1-1.

Now!

Taylor, talk to me.
Taylor.

Hang in there, baby.
They're coming.

Hurry up! Please!

Hang in there, baby.
Stay with me.