Devious Maids (2013–2016): Season 2, Episode 3 - Dangerous Liaisons - full transcript

After a cryptic letter, Marisol tries to find out what it means. But she needs to be careful so she asks Ethan who reveals that Dahlia was close to Evelyn Powell. So Marisol approaches her to find out what she knows. Evelyn is put off by Adrian's attitude following the robbery. She kicks him out of their room and he resorts to something drastic to regain his dignity. Rosie decides to take Mr. Miller to another doctor after the doctor his wife got for him says there's no hope. And while they are out she discovers something. When Genevieve sees how down Zoila is following her husband's departure and her estrangement from Valentina, she asks her if she would to attend a party she is throwing. And at the party, one of the guests treats Zoila like dirt and she lashes out. Following Alejandro's death, Carmen learns that his aunt who is the beneficiary of his estate, is planning to sell the house leaving Carmen with no place to go. When Carmen learns a lot of celebrities are going to attend his memorial decides to use it as a chance to showcase her singing.

Previously on "Devious Maids"...

This is not your house!

I am seriously thinking
about asking Nick to fire her.

I will personally see to it
that my label honors our deal.

You are the best husband
I never married.

[Guests screaming]
I'm not screwing around, people!

[Grunts]

Oh, my God.
You shot him!

[Voice breaking]
Somebody call 911!

So, your husband
doesn't talk?

Not since the stroke,
and... I'm his daughter.



I'm his wife.
Oh.

I know how it looks.

But every once in a while,
I need to have a good time.

I gave up
my whole life for him.

You are such a liar.

I think that means
I work for him.

Can I talk to you
about something?

Are you going to ask me out?

You're unhappy?

Since as long
as I can remember.

So, you're leaving me?
I'm taking a break.

Aah!

Adrian is convinced
the gunmen will come back.

This robbery has revealed
a new side to Adrian,



and it frightens me,

because there's one thing
that I cannot tolerate...

And that is weakness.

Somebody gave this to me.

Now you're going
to give it to me.

How can I ever repay you?

Seeing you smile
is payment enough.

Beverly Hills is under attack.

Twice in the last month,
residents of our street

have been brutalized
by home invaders.

One of our neighbors,
Alejandro Rubio, is dead.

The time has come for us
to meet this threat head-on.

What exactly
are you suggesting?

A neighborhood watch.

Ah.

I gonna need another scotch.

The idea is to augment

our own security
with nightly patrols.

And who would do these patrols?

We would.

"We," as in...
Our servants?

No, the residents
of canon drive.

We'd all take shifts walking
our street at night,

then call the police
if we see anyone suspicious.

Well, everyone
looks suspicious to me.

But that's because
I'm a little racist.

Wait...
Can't we pay a company

to do this type of thing
for us?

Armor alert had a car
three blocks away

the night our home
was broken into.

It was useless!

We need another layer
of security.

Well, maybe we could host
a benefit luncheon

to combat gun violence.

Wouldn't that be better?

How would that be better?

Everything's better
with a luncheon.

[Inhales deeply]
What is wrong with you people?!

If you think
they won't come after you,

you are kidding yourself.

You're not safe.
You're not special.

They will come into your home
and attack you and beat you.

And you will deserve it

because you're too cowardly
to stop them.

Thank you so much
for coming, Tanya.

So, I'll see you
at the club then?

Absolutely. Tony,
you'll see her to the door?

It would be his pleasure.

I realize you're still
traumatized by the break-in,

but my patience has officially
expired. [Door opens]

[Door closes]

You are going to get help.

I don't care
if it's thai massage

or talk therapy

or massive amounts
of psychotropic drugs.

I will no longer be subjected
to these paranoid rantings.

Do you understand me?

The house is all locked up,
Mrs. Powell.

Anything else?

I want you to help my husband

move his things
to the guest room.

Until his psychosis
has subsided,

he is not welcome in my bed.

[Sighs]

You okay, Mr. Powell?

[Sighs] I will be.

I just need to take back
control of my life.

Anything I can help you with?

Oh, yeah.

You're gonna get me a gun.

"I don't care
what you have to do, Dahlia.

Get Opal out of that house
immediately."

[Gasps] What did Opal do?

I don't know.
That's why I'm freaking out.

Where's the rest of the letter?

Those pages are missing.
[Sighs]

Did you talk to Nicholas?

No. He'll tell me it's nothing,
and I don't think it is.

Dahlia's mother
wrote the letter.

Can't you talk to her?

Not without a ouija board.
She died last year.

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

Can I make a suggestion?
Yeah.

"Get Opal out of that house
immediately."

I can't fire her for something
that happened 15 years ago.

Unless it was really awful.

I wish I knew what her mother
was referring to.

Well, then... find someone
she was close to,

someone she confided in.

Oh, yes.

Rich women always complain about
their maids to their friends.

- You think?
- They complain about us.

We complain about them.
It's the circle of life.

- All right.
- Mm-hmm.

I got to go.
Hey, how's Carmen?

I left her
a couple messages, but...

She still can't talk about it.

Of course not. To see
Alejandro killed like that.

And now his family has arrived
for the funeral.

How's that going?

[Sobbing]

Renata wanted me
to thank you both

for taking such good care
of her nephew.

Alejandro was a...
Wonderful man.

He meant the world to us.
[Sobbing continues]

Yeah,
she's having a rough time.

He was all the family
that she had left.

We're sorry for your loss!

Let us know
if you need more Tequila.

So, y-you're
Mrs. Rubio's lawyer?

Yeah, I came out from Miami
to help her settle the estate.

Renata's had some
pretty tough decisions to make.

Like what?

Alejandro, he left
most of his money to charity.

His aunt only got the house,

and she can't afford to maintain
it, so it's gonna be sold.

Well... uh,
can we at least stay here

while you try to sell it?

Well, actually, we have a buyer,
and he's paying cash.

But he's gonna
need you out by Friday.

- Friday?
- Mm.

That's four days from now.

[Sobbing] Please.

This is a difficult situation
for everyone.

Oh, mostly for the people
getting kicked to the curb.

I'm sorry, but there's
nothing that I can do.

[Sighs]

As far as I can tell,
he's exactly the same.

Are you sure?

Last week, at dinner, he slammed
his fist on the table.

[Chuckles] And you are?

Rosie.

She's the maid.

Well, there could be
other explanations.

- Perhaps it was just a muscle spasm.
- Mnh-mnh.

He's still in there.
I can tell.

Maybe he would get better
with therapy.

Well, I've checked
all his markers,

and there's no indication
of improvement.

Unless you'd like
a second opinion.

[Chuckles] Don't be silly.
We trust you.

Okay.

Thanks again for stopping by.

You're welcome.

[Door opens, closes]

He's a doctor
who makes house calls.

You're supposed to kiss his ass,
not insult him!

Some doctor.

He was barely here 10 minutes.
He took his pulse.

He went like this.

- I could do that.
- Really?

You got a medical degree
I don't know about?

My abuelita had a stroke.

My doctor made her get therapy.

She learned
how to walk again and talk.

Don't you want Mr. Kenneth
to get better?

I think Dr. Sanders
is doing a fine job.

Maybe you should think
about doing yours.

Ew.

Can I help you?

I...Heard about...

Mr. Rubio being killed.
I just wanted to...

I don't know what I wanted.

Were you a friend?

I guess.

I'm so sorry
that this happened.

Don't worry.

The men who did this,

they will be caught...
And punished.

- Hey, there.
- Hey.

I was just doing some homework.

But if you need the room,
I can...

No, not at all. Actually,
I wanted task you something.

Are there any pictures
of Dahlia around?

I've heard so much about her,

and I have no idea
what she looks like.

So, does Nicholas
have a photo album?

Sure. You want to
check them out?

Yeah.

That's her.

Dahlia was beautiful.
Yeah.

That was some, uh,
party that Nick threw for her.

I was really little
at the time,

but I remember watching everyone
in their fancy clothes and...

[Chuckles] So,
these are all Dahlia's friends?

Yeah.
She had a lot of them.

Wait, that woman.

Yeah, I clean her pool.

She was, like,
Dahlia's best friend.

Why? You know her?

I absolutely do.

[Vacuum whirring]

[Whirring stops]

Goodness.

So much noise
from such a little machine.

Well, sorry,
but I have to get this done

before your luncheon tomorrow.

I know. It's...

[Whirring resumes]

[Whirring stops]

I had my fillers
injected today.

If I don't sleep,
the botulism won't settle.

Well, I need 10 more minutes.

Then, I can scrub
the floors... quietly.

But it's 11:00.
Don't you want to go home?

Not really.

I guess your house is feeling
a little empty these days.

I don't want to talk about it.

You know what?

You need to have some fun.

Why not come to the luncheon?

I guess it would be nice to see
how the other half lives.

Good.

I'm so happy.

You don't look happy.

That means
the poison kicked in.

[Sighs] Wonderful.

Sí.

I'm off to my appointment.

When will you be back?

Couple hours. Why?

No reason.

[Speaks spanish]
Mr. Kenneth.

We got our own appointment.

Now, don't be scared.

We're just going
to a wonderful clinic.

A friend of mine
who works there

is going to tell me
how to make you better.

[Strained] Just...

Promise me
not to tell Mrs. Didi.

[Sighs]

Good enough.

[Ringing]

[Chuckles]
Valentina: Hey, Remi.

Did I wake you?

[Chuckles]
It's 2:00 in the morning.

Sorry...
I needed to talk to someone,

and... I didn't know
who else to call.

My parents broke up.

[Yawns] That's sad.

Could you please not yawn
while I'm telling you this?

Look, I-I just got done working
a 20-hour shift.

I really need
to get some sleep.

Fine.

I mean, you'll call me back,
right?

Maybe. I don't know.
Go back to bed.

[Cellphone beeps]

What a jerk.

Were you eavesdropping?

You're sort of...
In my office.

Fine.

Look, if you need
someone to talk to,

maybe we could
go out to dinner some night.

I promise I'd be wide awake
the whole time.

I can't go on a date.

I'm not over my relationship.
Really?

Because sleeping beauty
sure seems like he's over you.

His name is Remi,

and he's working his ass off
to save people's lives.

Don't make fun of him!

Adrian.

[Chuckling] You'll never guess
who I just ran into...

Cynthia Florek.

I told her about
what you've been going through,

and she suggested you try
this organic herbal tea.

[Gasps]
What in God's name is that?

It's a Ruger SR1911 Commander.

Isn't it beautiful?

[Breathing heavily]

You bought him a gun?

[Sighs]

Mr. Powell
just wants to feel safe.

Oh, so do I, but I can't
because the moron I'm married to

is now armed and dangerous.

Relax.
I'm keeping an eye on him.

No, you should have come to me
and asked for my permission.

But instead, you gave
a deadly weapon to a man...

Now what are you doing?

I'm sweaty.
I need to dry off.

[Sighs] You were saying?

No, ah... [sighs]

I was saying you gave
a deadly weapon

to someone
whose mental state...

[Breathes deeply]

Don't you know
it's... offensive

to disrobe in front of a lady?

I do.

But most ladies
avert their eyes.

Stop changing the subject.

The topic at hand
is your utter lack of judgment.

[Sighs]

Look... guns can be useful tools
if you know how to use them.

I've got one in this room.

Would you like me to teach you
how to handle it?

I will never handle any gun.

Especially yours.

How can they just kick us out?

Where are we supposed to go?

This is Odessa Burakov.

I'm calling to invite Mr. West
to Alejandro Rubio's funeral.

'Cause I am broke.
I can't afford an apartment.

Well, don't you have a friend
who can loan you money?

I don't know.

Do I?

It's Thursday at 2:00.

St. Peter's church
in Beverly Hills.

See you then.

[Telephone beeps]
It's not fair.

Alejandro was
gonna get my career started.

He made promises to me.

Yes, it was very rude
of him to die.

I don't mean it
like that, Odessa.

I loved Alejandro.
But I want to be famous.

And that's
gonna be harder to do

once I'm living
under a freeway.

I know you're worried,

but Renata needs help
planning the funeral.

It can't be all about you
right now.

Can it be all about me
tomorrow?

Yes. Life will return
to normal.

Now help me invite people
to the service. I know.

The ones with checks by
their names are already coming.

Kanye?

Justin Timberlake?
Beyoncé is coming?

Oh, yes.

The entire recording industry
will be there...

Singers, songwriters,
producers.

Oh.

This is good.

Yeah, this is very good.

Buenos días, tia Renata.

[Sighs] How is the
funeral coming along?

Oh.
There's so much to do.

- I'll bet, yeah.
- Oh.

Hey.

Have you thought
about some music?

- Music?
- Yeah, sure.

I mean, what's a funeral
without some singing.

Genevieve!

- Tanya!
- Hi, darling.

Mwah. Mwah.

Oh, your skin is radiant.

Oh. Who's doing your injections?

No one.
This is all natural.

[Both laugh]

Oh, that never gets old.

And neither do we.
[Laughs]

Tanya, you know Zoila.

Uh, no, I don't believe
we've met.

I'm her maid.
We've met 10 times.

Oh. My fault.

I never really look at
the people who bring me drinks.

So...
[Chuckles]

Oh.

Our featured speaker
just arrived.

He's going to be lecturing today
on the cause of gun violence.

You leave me alone
with this woman,

and you'll be the cause
of gun violence.

I'll be right back.

You know, it's a bit warm.

I should, uh...
I should get rid of this.

Genevieve invited me
to this luncheon as her guest.

And there's a closet
around the corner.

[Inhales sharply]

Look, I-I don't need
all the details.

Just, um... make it go away.
[Chuckles] Okay?

You got it.

- Hey, Zoila.
- Oh.

Mm.

Thank you so much for getting me
an invitation to this party.

They're all bitches.
Good luck to you.

Evelyn.

Oh.

Well, if it isn't
the ghost of housecleaning past.

Nice to see you, too.

Why are you still
working as a maid?

Don't tell me
another family member's

been falsely imprisoned.

I'm running in your circles
these days.

I'm engaged
to Nicholas Deering.

[Gulps]

Oh.

I hope this isn't awkward
for you.

Adrian and I hired you
to scrub our toilets,

and now you're with a man
worth twice what we are.

Why would that be awkward?

The other doctor says
he can't get better,

but I think he can.

Oh, I agree.

And I can't imagine why

his family physician hasn't
insisted on physical therapy.

That's what I said.

Right?
Didn't I say that?

Now, obviously, we'll have to
work on his mobility...

Three times a week
to begin with.

Uh, my office can refer
a rehab facility.

Thank you so much,
Dr. Joe.

I also want you to get
a rubber ball.

Mm-hmm. Have him
practice squeezing.

Once he has mobility
in his hand,

get a keyboard in front of him.
See if he can type.

The sooner he can communicate
with us, the better.

I will.

This is so exciting,
Mr. Kenneth.

[Singsong voice]
You're gonna get better.

[Normal voice] Thank you.

You doing okay back there?

We'll get you home soon.

[Gasps]

[Indistinct conversations]

Could I have my coat now?

Oh, right.

You have to apologize first.

Excuse me?

See, the way you demanded
I just take your coat

was, you know... rude.

Well, I don't think
that I was rude.

Then you were raised by apes.

Give me my coat.
Hmm.

Genevieve, your maid refuses
to give me my coat.

I told her I was here
as your guest,

and she just shoved
that ratty old fur into my hands

like I was her slave.

- To hell with her.
- Okay, okay.

What about this?
I'll get the coat.

Thank you.

I didn't put it in the closet.

Oh. Where is it?

Not until I get an apology.

Okay, this is ridiculous.
Make her give me my coat.

Can't you just apologize?

Oh, for God's sake.
She is your maid.

Doesn't she have to do
what you say?

You'd think so, wouldn't you?

Evelyn.

May I talk to you for a moment?

Why not?

I've just finished
my third wine spritzer.

I'm ready to pretend
we're equals now.

[Pats chair]

[Sighs]

So, I understand

that you were very close
with Nicholas' first wife.

I loved Dahlia like a sister.

And I'm guessing
she confided in you.

All the time.

But I can't betray secrets.

- Can you gossip?
- That, I can do.

Did Dahlia ever...
Talk about her maid?

Opal?

Not really.

She complained
about her housekeeping.

Opal was less than immaculate.
[Chuckles]

Not like you. You can vacuum
with the best of them.

Thank you.

So, Dahlia never talked about
wanting to get rid of Opal?

No.

Although...
[Clears throat]

Since she died,
there have been rumors.

Rumors?

This is the very worst
kind of gossip.

People can be so cruel.

But it does make sense
when you think about it.

What are you talking about?

He's been alone in that house
for 15 years,

never dating,
never socializing.

And men have needs.

And she was right there.

Wait. Wait.

Are you suggesting that
Nick and Opal had an affair?

[Gasps] Oh, dear.

I hope this isn't awkward
for you.

Very good, Mr. Kenneth.

Soon, you will be able to type
on your computer,

and we'll be able to have
nice, long talks.

[Door closes] [Gasps]

I'll be right back,
Mr. Kenneth.

You're back already?

Uh, yeah.

- Did you start dinner?
- I didn't have time.

While you were out, I took
Mr. Kenneth to a new doctor.

What?

He says therapy will
really help Mr. Kenneth.

He wants him to start going
three times a week.

I don't care what some
quack friend of yours wants.

You don't take my husband

out of this house
without my permission.

And then, coming back,
this funny thing happened.

Are you listening to me?
You're fired.

I want you gone in an hour.

I saw you kissing Dr. Sanders
in the street.

I was just... thanking him
for his help with Kenny.

From what I saw, you were very,
very thankful.

[Sighs]

Are you gonna tell Lucinda?

Not if you let Mr. Kenneth
get the help he needs.

Fine.
But it won't do any good.

Bill says he's a lost cause.

My doctor promised me therapy
will make a difference.

Why would bill lie?

Maybe he thinks you're more fun
without a husband.

If there is a chance that Kenny
can go back to being Kenny,

of course I'd love to meet
this new doctor.

Good.

Just try not to kiss this one.

[Keyboard clacking]

[Ringing]

Hello.

Um, hi.

I was looking for Remi.
Who are you?

I'm Heather.
I work with Remi.

And you are?

Nobody.

Don't move!
[Screams]

Oh. It's just you.

Mr. Powell.

Why do you have a gun?

The men who invaded our home
are going to come back.

I've got to be ready for them
when they do.

Um... Mr. Powell.

You don't look so good.

I know.
I haven't slept in days.

I was about to get myself
some tea.

I could fix you some, too.

Yeah.

That would be nice.

Mmm. That really
hits the spot.

Thank you so much...
Valentina.

Mr. Powell,
can I say something?

And I don't mean to offend you.

Go right ahead.

I'm worried about you.

Wandering around the house
with a gun...

It's not good for you.

Did you know that Evelyn and I
had a son?

- No.
- He died when he was six.

Oh, my God.

I gave him a bike
for his birthday.

Evelyn took him out riding.

She turned her back
for just a second.

He rode into the street,
and this car came.

Whoever was driving
didn't even stop.

They just kept going.

I'm so sorry.

I should have been there
to protect him.

I wasn't.

And now... he's gone.

Evelyn is all I have left.

And no one... is going to
take her from me.

[Cellphone ringing]

[Cellphone beeps]
Hello?

Are you trying to
get us arrested?

Get out of there now.

I'm not talking to anyone.

We don't care.
Just leave.

Okay.

And, Ty...
Don't pull this again.

[Engine turns over]

Hi.

Still looking through
that album?

Yeah. I found a crazy photo
of me when I was five.

[Chuckles] If you think
that I am handsome now.

I bet you were adorable.
Mm.

Where's your mom?
I need to talk to her.

Uh, she's at the store.

Nicholas gets home tomorrow,
so she's gonna bake him a cake.

Oh.
That's nice of her.

She's always doing
stuff like that for him.

So, who does nice things
for your mom?

What do you mean?

Well, is there someone special
in her life?

You mean does she date?

Oh, please, don't go there.

[Laughing] What?
She's a woman.

Most women crave
companionship.

No, not my mom.
[Laughs]

She wasn't always single.
What about your dad?

What about him?

Did I say something wrong?

I'm sorry, no.

It's just, uh,
I don't know who my father is.

What?

Yeah, for years,
I begged my mom to tell me,

but she said it was better
for everyone if I didn't know,

so I stopped asking.

- Oh, my God.
- I know.

It sucks.

A-and I don't care
if he was a jerk

or if it was
a one-night stand.

I just want to know
who my dad was, you know?

What's the big mystery?

♪ I remember the times we had ♪

♪ All the moments,
I want them all back ♪

♪ I can't help it,
I'm missing yo-o-o-u ♪

♪ I want to feel you ♪

♪ oh, oh ♪

♪ Touch against my skin ♪

♪ I miss your loving arms
around me ♪

♪ I want to feel it again ♪

♪ I... ♪

[stammers]
What are you doing?

I-I was just...

No, you're stepping forward.

I'm the lead singer.
You're backup so back up.

And while we're stopped,
um, can we talk about tempo?

Hector, if you don't
pick up the pace,

I'll be singing at your funeral
next week.

Take five, everybody.

When I'm back, be better.

Hey.
What are you doing here?

Renata told me you offered
to sing at the memorial.

I thought it would be nice to have
a little musical tribute.

Doesn't seem like much
of a tribute.

Seems like an audition.

Alejandro believed in me,
Odessa.

He would have wanted me
to have this chance.

This funeral is for people
who loved him,

who want to say goodbye
with a little dignity.

For God's sake!
I'm gonna be dignified.

I finished putting the
sequins on your dress.

Not now, Jimmy!

Listen,
I got to finish rehearsing.

He died in your arms, Carmen!

How can you think
about anything

but saying goodbye to that dear,
sweet man?

I loved Alejandro.

But he's dead.

I'm not.

And I'm gonna be a star.

Are you ready?

Come on.

[Sighs]

[Door opens]

Knock, knock.

Genevieve isn't here right now.

Well, actually,
I'm here to see you.

I wanted to tell you

how sorry I am for my behavior
at the luncheon.

Wow, that coat must have
cost you a bundle.

No, no.
This is a sincere apology.

I was incredibly insensitive,
and I truly hope that you can

find it in your heart
to forgive me.

Um...

[Inhales deeply] Okay.

You are forgiven.

Wonderful.
I want us to be friends.

Maybe we can see a movie
sometime.

[Exhales sharply]

Before we pencil anything in,
let me get your coat.

I really do appreciate
your apology.

The truth is I was also
a little bit out of line.

Well, at least you have
an excuse for your behavior.

I don't.

Huh?

Well, Genevieve explained
your terrible situation to me.

And I went through
the same thing last year.

So humiliating.

What exactly did she tell you?

Well, that your husband
dumped you.

And after 20 years of marriage,
I mean,

it's no wonder you've been
so cranky and irritable.

Well... thanks.

[Door opens, closes]

Hey.

I'm not doing anything
this weekend,

and I thought maybe if you
weren't doing anything...

Maybe... we could not
do anything together?

What about your, uh...
Your friend from the Congo?

He's in the Congo.

And I think
he's made a new friend,

so... maybe I should,
too.

How's he doing?

Heather: Not well.

His fever's up.

You tried the antibiotics?

He's not responding to them.

And I'm starting
to get worried.

Finally.

[Scoffs] Zoila.

It's after 10:00.
I thought you'd gone home.

What's wrong?

I haven't even told my friends
about Pablo.

Now I find out

you've been gossiping
about my personal life.

Do you know
how that makes me feel?

Humiliated?

Exactly.

What are you doing?

[Sighs] I'm sitting.

[Scoffs]

Go on.

You told Tanya
so she would apologize.

You'd rather betray
my confidence

than be embarrassed
about some stupid coat.

Well?

Aren't you gonna
defend yourself?

I was wrong.

What's with all the serenity?

See, I don't mind if you yell

because I know you're not
really angry with me.

- Oh, yes, I am.
- No.

And you're not angry
about Tanya's coat, either.

This is about your husband.

So, you can yell
and throw things

and tell me to go to hell

because I'm not Pablo
or Valentina.

I will never leave you.

See?

This is why it's important
that we talk these things out.

Because if we don't, we cry and
ruin our makeup. [Sniffles]

I should probably go.

To that empty house?

No.

You're gonna stay here
for awhile.

I couldn't impose.

Don't be silly.

It'll be fun.

We'll stay up late and eat carbs.
[Chuckles]

What do you say?

[Sniffles]

I say...

You're an amazing woman.

It's so true.

[Moaning]

[Breathing heavily]

Tony?

It's Mrs. Powell...
Evelyn.

I wanted to talk to you.

[Doorknob rattling]

For God's sake.

[Chuckles]

[Gunshot]

[Gasps] [Thud]

Evelyn!

You idiot.

Shouldn't we take her
to the hospital?

You just grazed her.

And besides, they have to
report gunshot wounds.

You could be arrested.

But Evelyn wouldn't
press charges.

Would you, sweetheart?

[Sighs]

There's a doctor I know...
Very discreet.

Phone him and say Tony Bishara
is calling in a favor.

Obviously,
you're furious at me.

I'm hoping, in time...
Perhaps with some counseling,

you could find it
in your heart...

Could we discuss this
once I've stopped bleeding?

Sure.

[Sighs]

What is it?

I saw you tonight.

With Tanya.

Oh.

Now, I could care less
who you sleep with.

It makes no difference to me.

But just know
Tanya's breasts are fake

and she's had chlamydia twice.

Mrs. Taseltov
means nothing to me.

Then why be with her?

Because... I can't have
who I really want.

Why not?

Well, this woman
I'm interested in... is married,

and I think if I ever told her
how I really felt...

She'd be angry with me.

Maybe... this... woman...

Isn't happy.

Maybe her husband
is falling apart

and she is desperately in need
of a strong man like you.

So... you think
I should tell her how I feel?

As soon as possible.

And even though Alejandro
was very famous,

he never forgot
where he came from.

When I turned 50,
I had a big party,

and he flew in all the way
from Los Angeles just to see me.

Anyway...

[Voice breaking]
...I will miss him very much.

[Sniffles]

And now Carmen Luna

would like to honor Alejandro
with a musical tribute.

[Breathes shakily]

Hello. I'm Carmen.

Alejandro was my mentor.

He taught me to believe
in myself and to...

To pursue my dreams.

Alejandro, this is for you.

[Piano music plays]

[Music stops]

[Music resumes]

I'm sorry.
[Music stops]

Start again.

[Music resumes]

I r...
[Music stops]

I'm sorry.

[Sniffles]

[Voice breaking]
He was so good to me.

[Sniffles]

I didn't realize
I was gonna miss him so much.

[Crying]

That was the tribute
he deserved.

_