Devious Maids (2013–2016): Season 1, Episode 7 - Taking a Message - full transcript

Previously on
"Devious Maids"...

Mr. Spence?!

- What in God's name happened?
- Mr. Spence had a heart attack.

- About your trust fund...
- It's gone, too?

You always could party
with the best of them.

- I haven't done that in a while.
- You owe me.

You're taking this really well.

No, no, I'm good.

I'm... I'm great, actually.

- Who are you?
- I'm Julie.

I work next door
for the Higgins.



- Are you jealous?
- I am jealous.

Marisol had
a nasty little shock today.

I believe she happened upon
one of your nauseating DVDs.

This could be devastating

- if any of these got out.
- Oh, my God.

Michael!

You listen to me, you pervert.

I am not leaving here
without those DVDs!

I'm going to give them
what they came for...

and then we're gonna put
this nasty little mess behind us.

Oh, and, Marisol...

You're fired.

You lied to our faces.

Pretending to be a maid.



Pretending to be our friend!

You were close to Flora.

And I needed to know
the truth about her.

So you admit
you were just using us?

I am trying to get
my son out jail!

Well, you can stop pretending,

'cause I am telling everyone
who you really are!

I don't think so.

You just watch me.

Well, then I guess I'm gonna
have to tell Peri Westmore

that you're sleeping
with her husband.

What?

Yeah.
I know about Spence.

So here is the deal.

You don't tell my secret,
and I won't tell yours.

I... hate you!

- I can live with that.
- Guys?

What the hell is going on?

I've come to apologize.

Really?

I feel so badly...

about what happened
the other night.

I had no idea Mr. Stappord
would attack your husband.

Is that all?

I also...
wanted to tell you that

I've grown fond
of you and Mr. Powell.

And if you could
find it in your heart

to forgive me,

I would love to come back
and work for you.

Good help does more than
fold shirts and wash dishes.

The people who work for us
must also keep our secrets.

And since you are incapable
of doing that,

I'm sure you will understand
why we will never

allow you in this house again.

Shh! Shh!

Marisol! Come here. Sit.

Take off your load.

- She meant to say...
- I got it.

Thank you.
So how are you guys?

We're good. How are you?

I'm fine. Why?

We heard the Powells fired you.

News travels fast.

Especially on the L.P.L.

The Latina Pipeline.

Oh.

We also heard Michael Stappord

got into a fistfight
with Mr. Powell.

You don't have to gossip
if you don't feel like it.

But when you do...

we are so here for you.

There was some drama, yes.

And you're okay?

Oh, I'm fine.

Mm, good.

What is this?

It's from all of us.

I don't understand.

It was obvious you took
that job with the Powells

because you needed
the extra money.

So... until you find another job...

Which won't be long

because we hear about
every job that opens up.

God bless the L.P.L.

I can't believe
you guys did this.

Well, what's the big surprise?

You're our friend.

And that means
we've got your back.

- Did I say that right?
- You did.

Absolutely.

Remi?

Hey, you.

What are you doing up so early?

It's, uh,
9:00 in the morning.

Is it? Wow. Must have
lost track of time.

You spilled something
on your jacket.

Oh. I'm not surprised.

Me and some buddies
went to this club last night.

It was insane!
I wish you could have gone.

I wish you would have
asked me to go.

All right. Well, let me
make it up to you.

What are you doing?

May I have this dance?

How much
did you have to drink?

Not one drop. Come on.
Dance with me.

- Remi, this is silly.
- Why?

For starters, there's no music.

Then I'll sing.

You know what's crazy?

All the people
that never dance.

I mean, the world
is full of music,

and they can't hear it...

which is sad
because life is short.

And we have to dance
while we can.

What's wrong with your eyes?

- What?
- Your pupils are tiny.

Oh. Uh... it's...
it's... it's nothing.

I'm just tired.
I'm actually gonna go to bed.

You want me to clean
your jacket?

Uh, just get it later.
I'm gonna go conk out.

Thanks for the dance.

I felt awful, Ida.

These women don't make
that much.

What did they have to sacrifice

to scrape that money together?

Well, once we get Eddie
out of jail,

you can come back
and write them all a check.

It's not just that.
They really...

care about me.

And I'm starting to feel
like I'm using them.

You can't think about that
right now.

Eyes on the prize.

I mean, we're getting so close.

That's what
I keep telling myself.

I'm about to meet Rosie.
We'll talk later?

- Sure.
- Okay. Bye.

Hey, you!

- Sorry. I'll get that for you.
- No, no!

I'll get it.

I needed one of these anyway.

- You need an African horned melon?
- Yeah.

I'm making, um...
flan.

So... after we're done
shopping,

you want to have lunch?
My treat.

I can afford
my own lunch, Rosie.

But sure. That'd be...
That'd be nice.

Professor Suarez?

I should stop by
the deli counter.

Oh, my gosh.

I knew that was you.

Do I know you?

Professor Suarez, it's me...
Melissa Morgan.

I had you for English lit.
Professor?

"We are all in the gutter,

but some of us are
looking at the stars."

Oscar Wilde. You were the reason
I fell in love with him.

I read your book twice.

I'm sorry, but I'm not
who you think I am.

Wow. Okay.

You just really look like her.

Excuse me.

Well... that was weird.

Yeah.

I guess I just have
one of those faces.

Hey, let's hurry up
so we can to go lunch.

I'm starving!

Whatcha doing?

Watching you sleep.

That's sort of creepy.

Can't help myself,

'cause most women are not
this beautiful in the morning.

Mm.

Morning?

I spent the night?

Hey, it's no big deal.

- It is a very big deal.
- We had an amazing time.

- Why are you freaking out?
- We're friends with benefits.

Staying overnight
is against the rules.

It leads to... emotions and...
and other bad stuff.

Wait. You don't think
last night was emotional?

After we made love,
I seem to recall

someone shedding a few tears.

Yeah. You gotta stop that.

Look, make all the jokes
you want.

This is more than
friends with benefits.

No. It's not.

It is for me, Carmen.

Look, I can really see myself
falling in love with you.

- Aw.
- Ow!

Words like "love"
and "forever" make me crazy.

I'm not ready to go there yet.

And if you keep it up,
I swear to God,

I'm going to run for the exit.
All right, look.

You want to take it slow?
I get it.

But I gotta feel like
I'm more than just a buddy,

especially after last night.

Okay.
You can be my boyfriend.

- Yes!
- Don't get excited. It's annoying.

Uh, sorry.

But I'm very pleased
with this turn of events.

And just know
we're gonna be so good together.

I can't wait for you
to meet my mama.

She's gonna lo...

Yeah, I deserved that one.

Here she is.

The tray looks
absolutely lovely.

Thank you, Dong Mei.

- This is your new maid?
- Isn't she precious?

Like a vase from
the Ming dynasty.

The years have cracked
the surface,

but the fragile beauty
still remains.

Oh, watch the tray, darling.

Don't want to spill.

Her English is limited.

I've had to learn Cantonese
to bridge the gap.

Cantonese?

Just a few useful phrases.

Like, "Get the mop,"
"Wipe that up,"

"Put your teeth in."
Things like that.

Isn't she a bit old?

See, now I think
that's wonderful.

How many people can say
they have a maid

who was there when
they invented the won ton?

That is impressive.

But surely the agency
had more suitable choices.

They won't send me anyone...

because of what happened to Flora.

Careful, sweetness.

Here, look at...
Look at the cup.

Look... Okay, just give...
Just give me the pot.

Dong Mei.

Why don't you get us

some of your delicious
almond cookies? All right?

Why not ask Marisol
to come back?

Marisol betrayed us.

She's the reason
Adrian is having

reconstructive surgery
as we speak.

She had no way of knowing

Michael would react so violently.

And if Adrian hadn't
made those videos...

I told you that
in strictest confidence.

I'm not judging.
I'm trying to help.

When I think of the hands
life keeps dealing you...

the loss of your son,
Adrian's deviancy,

and then to have your maid
murdered in this very room...

Your maid murdered?

Well...

That happened a long time ago.

Wait, why are you
taking off your apron?

I no work in murder house!

No, let's talk about this.
No need to be childish!

Yes, I had a maid
who was murdered,

but that means the odds
of you being killed

are practically nil.

Even after she said,

"You've mistaken me
for someone else,"

this girl was sure that
Marisol was Professor Suarez.

- Don't you think that's strange?
- Not really.

People stop me all the time
and ask if I'm Penelope Cruz.

That happened once
over two years ago.

Let it go.

This man was so convinced,
he made me sign an autograph.

But he became suspicious
when she misspelled "Penelope."

- Zoila.
- Guys...

I'm asking
a serious question here.

What if Marisol isn't
who she says she is?

Come on. Why would a Professor
pretend to be a maid?

Maybe she's hiding something.

- Maybe you're paranoid.
- Hey.

You're the one who said
Marisol was asking

too many questions
about Flora, remember?

That's when she first
came here.

But now that I know her,
I trust her.

Yeah.

But she never talks
about her life

or what she did
before she came here.

Don't you think that's weird?

I don't tell you guys
everything about my life.

And I've had some crazy stuff
happen to me.

Did someone once mistake you
for Jennifer Lopez?

You resent my beauty.
Just admit it.

I don't know.

I think Marisol
has some kind of secret.

So what if she does?
Marisol is our friend.

When she is ready to tell us
what her secret is,

we will be there for her.

Okay?

Can I have some sugar, Beyonc??

I never liked you.
I hope you know that.

I'm off to the dry cleaners.
Anything else?

Yes. Here's Remi's jacket.

God, what did he do last night?

This smells awful.

You should smell the clothes
in his duffel bag.

Have those not been washed
since he came home from college?

I don't think they've
been washed

since he was in junior high.

I don't get it.

The boy's smart enough
to get into medical school,

but he can't figure out how
to operate a washing machine?

He left some detergent in here,

so at least he was planning
on doing some laundry.

What a prince.

Hey! Have you seen
my duffel bag?

I-it's over there.

This... this is empty.
W-why is this empty?

I took out the dirty clothes
to wash them.

What's wrong?

Nothing. Nothing. Um...

I-I-I'm just curious.
When you took out the clothes,

did you happen to see
a little plastic baggie in here?

You mean the one
with the detergent?

- Huh?
- The detergent.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
That's... that's...

that's what I mean.
What did you do with

- the, uh, detergent?
- I used it.

- What?
- I used it to wash your dirty clothes.

Oh, no, no, no, no
no, no, no, no.

No!

Remi, what is going on?

The stuff in that bag
cost me $6,000.

Have you considered using tide?

It's a lot cheaper.

It wasn't detergent, Valentina.

It was cocaine.

Cocaine?

I've been a little
stressed out lately, all right?

With my mom's financial problems
and school...

What's going on at school?

I'm failing all my classes.

- Oh.
- Look...

I just needed a little bit

to help me get
through the day. That's all.

Are you doing anything else?

- Like what?
- I don't know.

Am I gonna find ecstasy
in your bedroom?

Well, if you did, you'd probably
use it as fabric softener.

Remi, it's not funny.

I've just been doing coke,
that's all.

Okay.

Listen to me.

You cannot tell anyone
about this, all right?

My mom will freak,

and she's already
been through so much.

You're putting me
in a horrible position.

I'm broke.
I'm broke.

I can't even afford
to do anything else.

All right? Now come on.

If you care about me at all,
you'll promise.

Okay. I promise.

Thank you.

Girlfriend?

Yes, boyfriend?

Why do you buy steaks here?

The butcher is a fan of mine,
so she gives me a discount.

Hmm. I've never heard of
a lady butcher.

Well, Bertha isn't like
other people.

- She's a little... odd.
- Odd?

How is she... odd?

Hey, superstar!
Give me a hug!

I'd love to, Bertha.
But...

Oh, sorry. Sometimes I forget
how disgusting I am.

Uhh!

- Oh! How you doing?
- Mm, good.

Did you get some
nice steaks for me today?

Ooh, you know I do.
Henry! Grab those steaks

that I put inside
for Miss Carmen.

And get my pill case.
Forgot to take my meds today.

Bertha... I want you
to meet someone.

- This isn't the boyfriend, is it?
- It sure is.

Oh, it's an absolute pleasure.

Miss Carmen talks about you
all the time.

And her eyes just light up.

- Do they really?
- Remember, she forgot to take her meds.

Okay.

So, uh, how did you two meet?

Well, uh, Carmen is a maid
for Alejandro Rubio,

and I'm sort of his butler.

Oh, I bet you are.

Okay. Calm down, Bertha.

Now I know that Miss Carmen
is going to be a famous singer.

How about you? What are you
going to be when you grow up?

Actually,
I'm happy doing what I do.

Good for you, Sam.

- So many people hate their jobs.
- Not me.

Good hours, nice place to live.

I wouldn't mind being a butler
for the rest of my life.

I like you, Sam.

Would you like free meat?
I've got a t-bone over here

I've been saving
for someone special.

- Come on.
- All right.

Olivia!
Thank God you're here.

What on earth is wrong?

I couldn't understand
your voicemail.

- You were so hysterical.
- I'm at my wit's end. I really am.

Just calm down.
Tell me what's happened.

Oh, Olivia.

It's my vacuum cleaner.

Your vacuum cleaner?

It doesn't work.

And it should,
because it's brand-new.

You called me over here
to fix your vacuum?

For God sake, Evelyn!

- I thought someone had attacked you.
- Please don't yell at me.

I left a meeting
with my therapist for you.

- And I appreciate it.
- Well, I don't.

Next time, call someone else.

Who should I call?

My friends don't really
care about me.

My husband
wants nothing to do with me.

I don't have a child.

You know what my problem is?

I'm all alone
in this big house,

and I've got too much time
to think about my life.

Well, I know what that's like.

Here's what we're gonna do.

What?

We will find you a maid.

Someone who will
take wonderful care of you

and make your life better.

It's ironic.

What is?

My life sucks...
but my vacuum doesn't.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Since when do you cry
over nothing?

I've just been
worried about, um,

a friend who has gotten himself
into some trouble.

And you can't help him?

I want to,
but I don't know how.

I bet I'd know.

He made me promise not to tell.

Now why would Remi
make you promise that?

How did you know it's Remi?

You're in his room.
You're looking at his picture.

Behold, my psychic power.

Mami, I can't talk about this.

He'd be so angry with me.

Don't you care about him?

- Of course! I love him.
- Then do what's best for him

and not what's
comfortable for you.

Remi is using drugs.

Cocaine?

How did you know?

It's not the first time.

Really?

Remember when he was
in high school?

He went to London
to study for the summer?

He was actually in rehab.

Why didn't you tell me?

You were 12.

I wasn't gonna
discuss addiction

with somebody who was
still playing with dolls.

- So Mrs. Delatour knew?
- Yeah.

She fell apart.
She didn't know how to help him.

I don't know how
to help him either.

It's okay, baby...

because I do.

Come here.

Hey, Rosie.
What's going on?

I need to show you something.

That woman at the store
was right.

You are an English Professor.

- I can explain.
- Can you?

Most maids learn English.
They don't teach it.

The university made
budget cuts.

I lost my job,
and I needed money.

So you thought,

"Why not clean houses
for a living?"

It's Beverly Hills.

The pay is surprisingly good.

So why did you
never say anything?

I was embarrassed.

See...

I think you're lying.

That is not
a nice thing to say.

I don't like saying it.

We are friends, Marisol.

If you're in trouble,
I'll help you.

But I need to know the truth.

Okay.

You're right.

I did have a secret reason
for taking this job.

What was it?

I'm trying to find out
who killed Flora Hernandez.

Why?

They already arrested that boy.

Do you not think he did it?

No! No! You see,
he loved her.

He would never have hurt her.

You know that boy?

He's my son.

Dios Santo.

Since I've been here,
I've been collecting evidence.

- And I've learned things about Flora.
- Yeah, things we told you!

She was not
who she seemed to be!

- Well, that's funny... Coming from you.
- Please understand.

I am trying to save
my son's life!

- Let go of me.
- Rosie, we're friends.

You said you would help me.

I don't want to help
a murderer.

And we are not friends.

Not anymore.

You've reached
the office of Ida Hayes,

attorney-at-law.
Please leave a message.

Ida, it's Marisol.
Rosie knows about Eddie.

I think she's gonna tell the girls...

Um... I don't know
what to do.

Can you call me
as soon as you can?

Thanks.

Do you need help?

Nope. Nope.

Chivalry is not dead,
just a little out of shape.

Sam, can I ask you something?

When we were at the store
talking to Bertha,

- were you joking?
- About what?

Being a butler.

I mean, you really think
this is the perfect job for you?

Sure.

But you're so smart
and talented.

You could be anything
you want to be.

As it turns out,
I want to be a butler.

I don't understand that.

Why not?

I don't know.

I just thought you were...
ambitious... like me.

Here's a news flash, Carmen.

Not everyone is like you.

- Well, they should be.
- Really?

Everyone should want
to be a star?

Everyone should want
to accomplish

as much as they can in life
before it's too late.

You know what
I want to accomplish?

Happiness.

Okay. So you're happy
fixing someone else's drain?

You're happy waxing
someone else's Bentley?

As a matter of fact, I am.

Really?
How about when you're 80...

living in
a rat-infested apartment?

Is that gonna make you happy?

Hmm? When you can't even
afford to pay the rent?

I feel if I save my money
and invest wisely,

I'll always be able to afford

a rat-infested apartment.

You know what, I don't want
to fight anymore.

- Just put away the groceries.
- Carmen!

It's menial labor.

I'm sure it's gonna make you
orgasm with happiness.

Since when are you
such a snob about money?

This isn't about money.
It's about ambition.

You should want to do something
amazing with your life.

Why are you being this way?

Look, I've been a butler
since you met me.

What's changed?

You're my... boyfriend now.

- So?
- So I'm starting to...

to feel... things for you.
Deep things.

But that's great.

I mean,
why does that make you sad?

Because... we can't have
a future together

if you're happy treading water.

Why does it matter
what I do for a living?

Sam... I know me.

And I'm never gonna marry
a butler.

Can I come in?

There's some things
I need to tell you.

Why bother?

I won't believe a word you say.

Two minutes.
That's all I ask.

What is that?

It's the money
you and the girls gave me.

I guess a college Professor
doesn't need a loan.

Some might.

But I don't.

Did it make you laugh?

Watching us trying to help you?

Not at all.
I was incredibly touched.

You lied to our faces.

Pretending to be a maid.

Pretending to be our friend.

You were close to Flora,

and I needed to know
the truth about her.

So you admit
you were just using us?

I am trying to get
my son out of jail!

What the heck is going on?

I got this weird
phone call from Rosie.

It's something about Marisol.

She said she needed us here
immediately.

She sounded hysterical.

Well, you can stop pretending

'cause I am telling everyone
who you really are!

I don't think so.

You just watch me.

Well, then I guess I'm gonna
have to tell Peri Westmore

that you're sleeping
with her husband.

What?

Yeah. I know about Spence.

How?

So here's the deal.

You don't tell my secret.
I won't tell yours.

I... hate you!

I can live with that.

Guys?

What the hell is going on?

We're just having
a little... disagreement.

About what?

Marisol doesn't want our money.

I'm sorry?

Yeah. She said
she doesn't need it.

And Rosie was
somewhat insulted.

Well...
That's nothing to fight over.

If she doesn't need it,
she doesn't need it.

I hope you weren't offended.

No. Not at all.

It made me realize how important
your friendship is to me.

I gotta get back to work.

Well, maybe we can all
meet up for lunch tomorrow?

- Sounds great.
- Yeah.

I'm busy tomorrow.

Maybe some other time.

She'll be fine. Let's go.

Zoila, have you seen
my car keys?

Are you going somewhere?

A friend's having a party.
I thought I'd stop by.

Okay.

So... car keys?

They're in the kitchen.

Before you go...

Can I talk to you for a second?

I guess.

What's on your mind?

Do you remember the day
you learned how to ride a bike?

- No.
- I do.

Your mother tried
to teach you,

but you kept falling.

And your mother
became so frustrated,

she started to cry.

You finally told her
not to worry.

She could go inside, and you
could learn to ride the bike

all by yourself.
You were so cute.

How old was I?

You were 6.

It's the story of your life...

You taking care of your mother

when she should have been
taking care of you.

Well, she does the best
she can.

But it's not right.

When children fall,
they need to know

someone will be there
to pick them up.

Why are we talking about this?

I've watched you
your whole life.

Trying so hard to be
the perfect son

because you know how much
your mother depends upon you.

But who do you depend upon?

Who do you turn to
when you're stressed out

about school or money...
or relationships?

Valentina told you, didn't she?

And I'm telling you
that it's okay for you to fall

because those of us
who love you

will be there to pick you up again.

Where are my car keys?
You're not going to that party.

My personal life is none of your business.

You're the housekeeper.

You can't tell me what to do.

It's true.
I can't make you do anything.

That's why I've been waiting
for the one person who can.

Dad?

Where's his suitcase?

It's right there.

What's going on?

You're going back to rehab.

- What?! No! Dad, come on!
- Sorry, son.

I have finals coming up.

College will still be here
when you get back.

I am not out of control
this time.

I swear.
You have to believe me.

Please.
Don't do this to me.

We're not doing this to you.

We're doing it for you.

Let's go, son.

I need to tell you
about my dad.

Sam, it's 1:00
in the morning.

He worked at this
insurance firm for 30 years,

and he hated it, but he did it
to support his family.

And then he had a heart attack.

And he died.

I don't think he ever
really enjoyed his life.

Uh, why are you
telling me this?

Because I think
I've been using it

as an excuse
not to push myself.

I'm capable of more,
but it has to be something

that makes me happy.

That's great.

Okay, c-can we maybe talk
about this in the morning?

I won't be here in the morning.

I just quit.
I'm leaving tonight.

What?

I-I've given this
a lot of thought.

And I'm going to be somebody

you want to spend
your life with.

You can't just quit.
Th-that's crazy.

It's not.

You were right...

about all of it.

I can be more.
I can do more.

You're only wrong
about one thing.

I as am ambitious
as any man who's ever lived.

But my real ambition...

is you.

Sam, please. Don't do this.

It's okay. I'll be back.

Buen d?a, Raul.

Can I show you something?

Uh... sure.

My son sent me this.

Oh, really?

Miguel drew this?

This is what he thinks
he will look like

when he comes to America.

That's him
getting off the plane,

and that is me waiting
for him.

It's so sweet.

When I saw this,

it made me think about my son.

He's so kind and sweet.

If someone said
he had done something wrong,

I would not believe them.

And I would do
everything I could

to protect him.

Just like you are doing
for your son.

Oh, Rosie. I am...

- I am so sorry.
- You don't have to apologize.

I understand why you're here.

It's torn me up inside

not to be honest
with all of you, really.

But no more.

I'm going to tell
Carmen and Zoila today.

No. You keep your secret.
It's safer.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

But it's good I know the truth,

because now I can help you.

You would do that for me?

Of course.

You're my friend.

Now tell me,
what can I do? Hmm?

Hello.

I heard you were looking
for a new maid?