Devious Maids (2013–2016): Season 3, Episode 12 - Suspicion - full transcript
Marisol begins to believe that Taylor is hiding something; Ernesto sets a plan into motion; Zoila has a hard time adapting to a change in her job; Adrian's past haunts him.
Previously on "Devious Maids"...
Dr. Neff isn't exactly good with money.
Who told you I was poor?
It was Zoila, wasn't it?
It's me or your maid.
I don't understand why you wanted
Zoila to think you were broke.
I'm afraid I'm going to have to let you go.
ROSIE: What's wrong?
(Crying): Michael left me.
I paid a man to approach
Taylor, sweet-talk her.
You set Taylor up to have an affair.
I was undercover in the cartel.
Someone tipped them off,
so they locked me away.
Does your wife know the truth about you?
I'll bet she still thinks you
were a prisoner of the cartel.
Katy's a witness, and the
men who killed her father
- are looking for her.
- ERNESTO: Violeta?
I want to talk to El Jefe.
I want to make a deal.
I found the little girl
he's been looking for.
- (Camera shutter clicking)
- SPENCE: That clown was taking pictures
in Katy's room.
- I kept seeing Ernesto whisper in his ear.
- Enough!
Do I know you?
(Grunts)
- (Gasps)
- What is that?
ERNESTO: Looks like blood.
Someone tried really hard to clean it up.
I hate who I am when I'm with you.
- I need you.
- It's over.
- I know you hate kids...
- I don't hate kids.
I just don't have room for them in my life.
This is Deion, our new son.
Mr. Dresden, I need you to find
a young boy's birth parents.
The truth is, he's growing on me.
If you want to make Deion
a part of the family,
I'm willing to give it a try.
(Exhales sharply)
♪
So, Deion. Thank you for coming.
I live here.
Yes, you do live here.
Such a bright young man.
All these for me?
Yes... gummy bears, gummy frogs,
every gummy in the animal kingdom.
We want you to know
how much we cherish you.
So...
how would you feel about
living here permanently?
Can I eat as many as I want?
- We should have delayed the candy.
- Deion. Focus.
We want to adopt you.
What do you think?
- (Telephone ringing)
- Carmen, if you don't mind.
I want to hear what he says.
We'll fill you in.
(Ringing continues)
Powell residence.
I'm sorry. He's busy
right now. Who's calling?
If you adopt me, are people
gonna think I'm white?
I doubt that very much.
Oh. Well, then, yes.
You can adopt me.
(Giggles)
Oh, I'm so happy.
Mr. Powell.
Carmen, can't you see
we're having a moment?
Mr. Powell, you need to come.
What's so important?
Your private investigator.
Mr. Dresden?
Well, it wasn't easy,
but I managed to track
down Deion's birth father.
Ooh, right.
Uh, turns out I no longer
need that information.
- So what should I tell him?
- Nothing.
I don't want anything to do with that man.
Well, that's unfortunate,
because he's sitting right across from me.
And he's eager to meet you.
♪
La Virgen de Guadalupe.
My abuelita gave me one just like this one
when I was your age.
Did you have nightmares, too?
Sometimes.
But she told me La Virgen would
watch over me while I slept
- and keep me safe.
- And it worked?
Oh, La Virgen doesn't mess around.
(Giggles)
Goodnight, chiquita.
♪
Did Katy go to sleep okay?
Yes, thank you.
When we were at my mother's,
she barely slept a wink.
How did everything go here?
Miguel have fun at his party?
Yes.
But there was a little
accident on the couch.
It looks fine to me.
Some cupcakes got mushed in it.
I dry-cleaned the covers, but, um...
there was something weird
at the bottom of the cushion.
Mm-hmm.
It looks like blood.
Oh, uh...
No, it's red wine.
I spilled some on the
couch a couple months ago.
Blanca was supposed to clean it up.
- Well, that explains it.
- Mm.
I just didn't want you to think it was me.
Mm, I know it wasn't.
Thank you so much for being honest.
Well, you're always honest with me.
(Both chuckle)
El Jefe's getting very impatient, Ernesto.
He wants the girl.
We have to look for our moment.
We can't just run in and grab her.
No. When the head of the
Gaviota Cartel says it's time...
If Rosie finds out what
we're up to, then she's...
You need to think less about your wife
and more about El Jefe.
I'm going back to Mexico in a few days.
And I'm either bringing the girl with me...
or your head.
You pick.
♪
(Cellphone vibrates)
(Beep)
Hi, Zoila!
I heard about Genevieve letting you go.
- How are you?
- ZOILA: Fine.
Any chance you could
help me find a new job?
Mama's got to work.
Uh, well, I have one client looking,
but she's kind of the worst.
- I'll take it!
- (Laughing): No.
You do not want to work for Gail Fleming.
She's demanding, rude...
nothing like Genevieve.
Good! I'm not looking
to be friends with my
boss this time around.
Well, then, you're in luck.
(Knock on door)
Mm. That's Rosie.
I'll set up a meeting, text
you the details.
Okay, bye.
I have to show you something.
MARISOL: What am I looking at here?
The stain. Mrs. Taylor
said it was red wine.
But even Ernesto thinks
it looks like blood,
and he was a policeman in México.
Keep going. I had him
take lots of pictures.
This is a close-up of your boobs.
Ernesto, baboso!
So you think Taylor's lying
about the stain?
When I showed it to her,
she got all nervous with the buggy eyes.
- The buggy eyes?
- Mm-hmm.
Like this.
Okay.
Well, I hate to admit it,
but I think you might be on to something.
Wait.
Isn't this where you tell me I'm crazy
'cause she's your friend and she's perfect?
I know. I defend Taylor a lot.
But Olivia told me the craziest thing.
She said she paid some
guy to seduce Taylor.
So we were right all along?
Mrs. Taylor is having an affair?
Or she was.
Maybe it's all connected.
There's got to be a way to
find out if it's really blood.
Hydrogen peroxide.
Put it on the stain. If
it bubbles, it's blood.
And if it is blood, then what?
(Sighs)
For Taylor's sake, let's hope it's not.
♪
(Knock on door)
Mrs. Delatour, I made lunch.
Oh, no, no!
I haven't eaten bread since 1992.
If you don't eat, you'll waste away.
Yes, I will!
Why don't fat people
understand how simple it is?
Now, which gown should I wear
to the hospital fundraiser?
Oh, well, they're both so beautiful.
I know, but I'm terribly indecisive.
I need you to pick.
Uh, okay.
The mauve one.
No. The pink.
Uh... shoot.
I can't do it.
(Sighs)
God, I wish Zoila were here.
No offense.
None taken.
I know how close you were,
and I'm sorry she had to go.
Well, it isn't your fault.
You see, dear, Zoila and
I had a certain rapport.
She always gave me her
brutally honest opinion.
You want me to be more like her?
Exactly.
And it's a two-way street.
You can tell me my dress is ugly,
and I can tell you that I
don't like your hairstyle.
You don't?
Well, it's a little flat.
Didn't your mother teach
you how to attract a man?
Mother was blind.
Oh.
Because of her diabetes.
That must be very challenging.
Not anymore.
(Crying): She's dead!
(Sobbing)
♪
Marisol said the nicest things about you.
Oh, she said... things about you, too.
Well, isn't that sweet? Now, Zola.
Actually, it's pronounced Zoila.
Okay, okay. All of this? No.
Chatter should be three syllables or less.
Un-der-stood.
Now, let's address the
elephant in the room.
Which is?
You. You're an elephant.
How many babies are you having?
- Just the one.
- Mm.
I hope it's not gonna
interfere with your work.
Does day drinking interfere with your work?
Salty.
I like it.
Let me show you the living room.
Waddle this way.
♪
Dios Mío!
Where is the couch?
(Door creaks)
Hi, Rosie.
I was just outside
tipping the delivery guys.
You got all-new furniture?
Yep, uh, after you pointed
out all of those stains,
I realized it was time for a clean start.
Don't you just love it?
(Chuckles)
♪
She replaced all the furniture?
Did she give a reason why?
Well, she said it was 'cause
I pointed out how messed up everything was,
so she went to Kivnik's and
bought a whole new living room.
Why go through all the trouble?
What is she covering up?
- A murder...?
- Rosie.
Who do you think she murdered?
Maybe that tennis pro who got chopped up.
That's a lot of blood.
Taylor might be hiding an affair,
but that doesn't mean she's a murderer.
- We know she's your friend...
- One of my best friends.
It would be like saying
one of you is the killer.
No one here is the killer, right?
Not me. But maybe Rosie.
It's always the one you least suspect.
I was in the hospital. I have a lullaby.
Alibi.
Speaking of which,
Louie was killed the
night of your book party.
- Where was Taylor?
- At my book party.
Oh, my God.
What?
I went to Taylor's house the next day.
Her living room was... a mess.
Hope you don't mind me
stopping by like this.
No, of course not.
Um, Blanca's just doing some,
um, deep cleaning for me.
At the time, I didn't think anything of it.
- But now?
- Poor Blanca.
Mrs. Taylor made her
clean up all that blood
from Louie's murder?
Hold on. Whoever killed Louie Becker
killed Blanca, too, right?
Mm-hmm.
There's no way Taylor could
have done that by herself.
Maybe she had help. You said
she was having an affair.
Marisol, you've got to find
out who she was sleeping with.
You said she's one of your best friends.
How would you get it out of one of us?
I would take you out,
ply you with alcohol until you opened up.
You hear that, Rosie?
Don't go to a bar with Marisol.
It won't end well for you.
I'm not the killer.
(Laughter)
That's a lot of bourbon.
For the amount of trouble I'm in,
there's not enough bourbon in the world.
Deion's father?
Apparently, he didn't
even know Deion existed.
- How does that happen?
- A one-night stand.
The mother never told
him, she gave up the child,
then promptly dropped dead.
Fortunately, the father
doesn't want to take the boy.
He and his wife already have children.
Then what's the problem?
(Sighs)
He wants to meet us all.
Make sure Deion's happy.
So, have him over.
Are you insane?
Evelyn will be furious when she finds out
I'm the one who tracked him down.
I hate when my evil
schemes bite me in the ass.
Mm-hmm.
What are you reading?
A casting magazine.
My music career is in the toilet,
so I'm trying to be an actress.
It's just annoying.
The only roles for Latinas are maids.
Not all Latinas are maids!
I hate to point this
out, but you're a maid.
Allegedly.
Oh, do you think I could
pull off "Nuclear Scientist"?
It's an open audition.
Carmen, you've just given me
an inspired solution to my problem.
More evil schemes?
I never learn, do I?
Darling, I just spoke with Joy.
Did you really drive her to tears?
It was just a misunderstanding.
But the truth is, I miss Zoila.
No, no, no, no. You just think you do.
You actually have a form
of Stockholm Syndrome,
where hostages empathize
with their captors.
Zoila never took me hostage.
Well, in a way, she did. She
was a very negative person.
And you, my sweet, are very malleable.
Excuse me?
I have an idea.
Why don't you take Joy
to lunch on her day off?
You can begin to forge a
new, healthy friendship.
Well, I definitely owe Joy an apology,
but I doubt we'll ever be
friends the way I was with Zoila.
Thank God for that.
♪
Zola, could you make me a gimlet?
It's four parts gin to one part...
Amazing.
You're the greatest
housekeeper that ever lived.
Just doing my job.
- (Dog barking)
- Mnh.
That damn dog.
Yeah, it's been like that all day.
I know. My crazy neighbor
keeps it out in the yard.
It barks incessantly.
You want me to put a stop to it?
- Get them to take it inside?
- How?
I'm the greatest
housekeeper who ever lived.
(Barking continues)
(Doorbell rings)
Hi, there. Can I help you?
Well, I hate to ask you this,
but would it possible
to bring the dog inside?
I'm trying to rest before my due date.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
Look at you and your tiny, little miracle.
I'm Susie.
Did you move into that
Colonial down the street?
No. I just started working for
your neighbor, Mrs. Fleming.
- Oh, you work for Gail?
- Yep. Just started this week.
I... hate her.
And I hope her house burns to the ground.
Well, that went south quickly.
Gail Fleming is a drunk-driving,
verbally abusive mess.
How can you work for
such a horrible person?
Ah, we're not friends. It's just a job.
Well, good luck with that.
So are you gonna do
anything about the barking?
Is it bothering Gail?
Yes.
Then no.
- (Sighs)
- (Sighs)
(Panting): Wow. That was amazing.
Yeah.
(Both sigh)
Hmm.
You gonna call your friends
and tell them how great I was?
- (Both chuckle)
- No.
I'm just checking my messages.
Spence isn't calling me back.
You just had sex with me but
you're thinking of Spence?
No, it's not like that.
He's Mrs. Taylor's sponsor.
I want to know if she ever
said anything about an affair.
But didn't you just tell
him he needed to back off?
Hmm. He could still return my call.
It's rude.
Look, Rosita...
I've been thinking maybe
we should move away.
What?
Why are you saying that?
I just think we need a fresh start.
But I have a life, and it's here.
All those years I was
held by the Gaviota Cartel,
I dreamed of being free, and
now you want to trap us here?
I'm sorry, but I'm not going anywhere,
except to the shower.
By the way, can you take Miguel
to his sleepover tomorrow night?
I have to babysit Katy.
♪
You do?
Marisol is taking Mrs. Taylor out.
Why don't I come over?
After Katy goes to sleep,
we can open some wine, hmm?
It's a date.
Mm. Mm.
(Door closes)
(Dialing)
Hector, it's me.
The plan is on.
Tomorrow night, we take the girl.
♪
Adrian, I cannot thank you enough.
A surprise trip to Europe
is just what we needed.
I felt it was important for Deion.
You're not a Powell until you've
been to Paris.
Can't you come with us?
I wish I could. I have
way too much work to do.
But you don't work.
I have to work selling this house.
- (Trunk closes)
- You two have fun! Hmm.
Au revoir!
(Engine turns over)
♪
Sorry, it took forever to get rid of them.
Don't sweat it.
Okay, people!
The audition is starting. Everyone settle.
First up is Malik.
My name's Malik. I'm with Prinzo Talent.
And I'll be reading for the role of Deion.
This is such a fancy restaurant.
Zoila swears by the Cobb Salad.
We've had many meals here.
You really love Zoila, don't you?
Never mind all that. You're my friend now.
And I need to apologize
for upsetting you before.
Oh, it's okay.
No, it's not.
After lunch, I'm treating
us to a day at the spa.
(Giggling)
You don't have to do that.
Yes, I do.
And I contacted the Diabetes Foundation
and made a donation in
honor of your mother.
Oh, my God.
They planted a tree in her memory.
♪
She raised a lovely daughter.
No, she didn't.
- I'm awful.
- What?
I can't accept any of this...
the lunch, the spa, the tree.
Honey, I can't return the tree.
But I don't deserve it.
The only reason I'm here
with you instead of Zoila
is because I lied.
I don't understand.
I convinced Zoila that Dr. Neff was poor
so you'd think he was after your money.
Why would you lie to Zoila?
Because...
Dr. Neff wanted her gone.
(Exhales sharply)
(Knocking on door)
What'd you do with Stanley?
W-Who's Stanley?
My German Shepherd.
You complained about the
barking, and now he's missing.
- (Squeaking)
- You kidnap him?
Of course not!
I have no idea what happened to your dog.
I can't believe you are gonna be a mother.
God have mercy on your baby!
Stanley!
(Squeaking)
♪
Oh, my God.
Your crazy neighbor
thinks I kidnapped her dog.
Well, thanks for taking one for the team.
Wait. What?
Oh, I dragged that smelly
mutt to the West L.A. shelter.
- (Laughing)
- I told them it was a stray.
But that's a kill shelter.
I know. It's really sad.
But isn't the silence sublime?
(Sighs)
I had to read Katy a million stories,
but she finally went to bed.
- I don't get it.
- (Cork pops)
I love going to bed.
Oh, don't get too frisky, papi.
I'm still on the job.
(Lock clicks)
When are you expecting Mrs. Stappord back?
I don't know. In a couple of hours?
Oh, then you have time
to get a little frisky?
(Chuckles)
- You take the wine.
- Okay.
I'll get the glasses.
(Giggles)
(Lock clicks)
♪
I'll have a Cosmopolitan.
What about you?
Uh, just mineral water for me.
Oh, come on.
A few cocktails never hurt anybody.
- (Scoffs)
- Tell that to my sponsor.
But that was for pills.
All right.
I guess I'll drink for the both of us.
Thank you for inviting me out.
We should do this more often.
Well, maybe we can...
now that Jesse broke up with me.
Oh, no. What happened?
I cheated on him.
Wow.
You cheated on Jesse... the
guy with the perfect abs.
I know, and I feel like
such an awful person.
Oh. These things happen.
It's okay.
Have you ever cheated on Michael?
Me?
You know, like you said,
these things happen.
(Inhales sharply)
Did Michael say something to you?
Well, not just Michael.
Olivia, too.
Olivia's insane!
I know, but she claimed
she paid a man to seduce you
and that you actually went through with it.
Oh, my God.
Please, Taylor. What is going on?
This is why you wanted to hang out?
So you could pump me for information?
I'm just trying to find out the truth.
Oh, I can't believe that
I fell for this again!
Fell for what?
For a year, you pretended
to be my maid and my friend
so that you snoop around my
house and write a best-seller.
That is not what happened.
Forgive me, Marisol,
if I don't want to be the
subject of your next book.
♪
(Sighs)
(Giggles)
This is fun.
Oh, we could make it a little more fun.
- (Gasps)
- Ohh.
I don't want to mess up
Mrs. Taylor's new couch.
Okay.
How about I put some music on?
- (Chuckles)
- Oh, not too loud.
I need to be able to hear
Katy in case she wakes up.
Yes. Katy.
I almost forgot.
(Soft music plays)
You know I would do anything in the world
to be with you, right?
Of course.
I would do anything for you, too.
(Door closes)
What was that?
Oh, I didn't hear anything.
♪
- (Muffled gasp)
- Hola, Violeta.
(Whimpers) Remember me?
Shh.
- Don't fight me, niña.
- (Muffled gasping)
You'll just get hurt.
Shh!
- (Grunts)
- Aah! Rosie!
(Gasps)
Katy!
There's a man in my bedroom!
Oh, my God. Ernesto!
Hector, get out of here.
I'm not leaving without the girl.
She saw you. Get out. Andale!
Andale!
♪
Did you see him? Where is he?
He got away.
Must have gone out through the window.
- (Cries)
- Shh.
It's okay, Katy. You're safe.
Ernesto's here to protect us.
♪
(Crickets chirping)
Hello, Christopher.
What are all of these bags doing here?
Are we taking a trip?
You are.
You tricked me into firing Zoila.
So you're moving out.
I just knew that our relationship
could never thrive with Zoila around.
I'm sorry.
I do not accept your apology.
Now, just a minute.
We love each other. We can work this out.
Perhaps with couples therapy.
Therapy is for couples who
want their relationship to work.
I don't want to be with you anymore.
I can't believe this.
Are you really choosing your maid over me?
I'm choosing my friend over you.
Goodbye, Christopher.
♪
(Crickets chirping)
Thank God you and your husband were here.
I-I don't know what I
would have done if Katy...
We need to call the police.
I told you, we can't.
I'll bring her to Michael's hotel room.
- She'll be safe there.
- But the police can...
The police can't do anything, Rosie!
Not against these people!
I don't understand.
Remember what I told you
about Katy's birth father?
Mm-hmm.
That was only part of the story.
Last year, I went with
Michael down to Mexico.
He was working with an
international media group.
Is that where you met Katy?
Her father was a journalist
investigating organized crime,
and he was going to publish
a book about it, but...
but he never got the chance.
Because he was murdered.
Right in front of her.
And Katy's mother had died years ago,
so some of their friends begged us
to bring her back to the States.
We were already looking
into adoption, so...
we smuggled her out.
These criminals... who are they?
The Gaviota Drug Cartel.
What?
Have you ever heard of them?
Yes.
I have.
(Doorbell rings)
You must be Wallace! Come in, come in.
Thank you.
I have to admit
I'm a little nervous about meeting Deion.
Oh, I think you'll find that he's a happy,
well-adjusted little boy.
And speak of the devil.
Wallace...
this is the famous Deion.
Long-lost father! It's
an honor to meet you!
(Chuckling): It's an honor to meet you.
- This is my wife.
- (Imitating Evelyn): Evelyn Powell,
the pleasure is yours.
Why are talking like that?
- (Normal voice): That's the way she talks!
- Just talk normal!
Wallace...
why don't we head to the study?
This is some house.
If you don't mind me asking,
what do you do for a living?
I'm a nuclear scientist.
♪
Excuse me?
Hi. I'm Marisol.
I called ahead. Are you Alan?
Yeah. You're the one looking
for your old couch, right?
Actually, it belonged to
my boss, Mrs. Stappord.
She thinks her wedding ring
might be in between the sofa cushions.
Do you still have it?
If we still got it, it's over there.
- Knock yourself out.
- Thanks.
♪
You find what you're looking for?
Yeah. Yeah, I did.
I love it here.
I have my own room, a new bicycle,
and all the toys a kid could want!
He's really thriving.
You know, Deion, I was really
into sports when I was a kid.
Do you play any?
Special skills.
Oh, yes.
My special skills are tap-dancing, karate,
and I do a good cockney accent.
(Cockney accent): 'Ello, Govnah!
10 pence for a shoe
shine! Chip, chip, cheerio!
Okay, Deion. No need to show off.
It certainly seems like
he's in really good hands.
You think I could trouble
you for a cup of coffee
for the road?
Absolutely. Evelyn?
Oh, right. That's me.
(Evelyn giggling)
Mrs. Powell?
You're home!
Oh, we missed our connection in New York,
and Deion was already homesick, so...
Are you wearing my clothes?
Oh. Are these your clothes?
I must have mixed up the laundry again.
(Laughs)
What's going on?
No, no, no, no. D-don't go in there.
Nice to meet you.
Oh, dear God.
You're back!
Just how I like to be welcomed into a room.
Who are these people?
Hi, I'm Wallace Jones.
And I'm Deion!
I'm Deion!
Adrian, Why are there so many Deions?
♪
Are you okay, Rosita?
You still seem shaken.
I wasn't able to sleep last night.
I had a hard time, too.
I couldn't stop thinking
about the man who broke in.
He was from the Gaviota Cartel,
the same one that held you prisoner.
You let him in, didn't you?
W-Why would I do that?
Because...
you were never a prisoner of the cartel.
Of course I was.
Stop lying to me!
After everything you put me through,
I deserve to know the truth.
Maybe you should sit down.
How did Deion's father even find us?
It was weeks ago.
- I was still unsure about the boy.
- (Gasps)
I placed a call to a private investigator.
I cannot believe you.
I know. I made a terrible mistake.
You need to make this right.
You get on your knees and
you beg if you have to,
but that man cannot take Deion from us.
You're right. I'll fix it.
Oh, yes, you will, because
if you lose Deion...
you lose me.
♪
Well, honey, he can
sleep in the guest room.
Well, think fast, 'cause I
have to get my son out of here.
- (Beep)
- Look.
I know it seems crazy,
but the Powells really do love Deion.
Letting him stay here might
be the best thing for him.
Listen, lady.
You have no idea what I'm going through.
Actually, I do.
♪
I was pregnant once. A long time ago.
I couldn't even take care
of myself, let alone a kid.
So I gave my baby away.
I'm sorry.
It was the right thing.
They were a good family with lots to offer.
Like the Powells.
If you leave Deion here,
the Powells will make sure
that his life is wonderful.
(Sighs)
Wallace...
I'm willing to make you an offer.
A house? A yacht? Whatever
your heart desires.
Excuse me?
In exchange for Deion. Name your price.
I might have considered leaving
Deion with a good family,
but you are not a good family.
- Wallace, please...
- No! My mind is made up.
You can expect a call from Social Services.
♪
Oh, Zola. Emergency. We're
almost out of Chardonnay.
Could you please add that to
the list for tomorrow's shopping?
I won't be here tomorrow. I quit.
What? Are you trying to kill my buzz?
You're my boss, and we
don't have to be friends,
but I do have to respect you, and I do not.
(Dog barking)
Wait a minute. What the hell?
I rescued your neighbor's
dog from the shelter.
I also convinced her to adopt a Chihuahua.
- (Chihuahua barking)
- That's Penny.
For a tiny dog, she's really loud.
No, you didn't.
Here.
You're gonna need every last drop.
(Dogs barking)
So, all those years, you
were working for the cartel?
They threatened to kill you and Miguel,
so I did whatever they
wanted just to keep you safe.
But you got out eventually.
I heard you and Miguel were
in America, so I took a chance.
The federales raided
one of the cartel houses,
and I pretended to be a prisoner.
What about Katy?
The cartel tracked me down.
They wanted to pull me back in, so...
I proposed a trade.
Katy's life...
for your own?
For our lives. Together.
But she's just a little
girl. She never hurt anyone.
I was not thinking of her.
- You're a monster.
- Rosita...
I was happy... before you came back.
I had a beautiful life with Spence,
and I threw it all away...
for you.
I'm sorry, Rosita.
I never thought I'd say this, Ernesto,
but I really wish you stayed dead.
♪
Deion, my man.
It's been a real pleasure.
I'm gonna miss you, son.
Do I have to go?
Yes.
He's your birth father,
and a nice woman from Social Services
says you belong with him.
I want to stay here.
Whatever for?
Your life is gonna be so much better!
- Better?
- Oh, dear, yes.
I heard you have a little sister...
someone to play with whenever you want.
You see...
you're going to a home that
is a lot happier than ours.
I guess that sounds okay.
Deion...
I want you to know
that we will always hold
you dear to our hearts.
(Chuckling): But you're
gonna have so much fun,
you're gonna forget all about us.
I'll never forget you.
(Sighs)
♪
- (Trunk closes)
- (Sighs)
(Car door closes)
(Engine turns over)
(Crying)
- Evelyn, dear.
- Don't touch me.
(Knock on door)
I needed to see you.
Are you all right?
I don't want to be alone.
Zoila, I wanted you to
be the first to know...
I've left Christopher.
I'm really sorry to hear that.
No, you're not. But it's all right.
He treated you very poorly.
Well, he wasn't the only one.
I don't have words to
express how sorry I am.
Is there any chance you'll
come back to work for me?
(Sighs)
Genevieve, this isn't
about me being your maid.
We were friends.
For 20 years, I trusted you...
and you just dumped me.
We're not friends anymore?
I don't know.
(Voice breaking): You really hurt me.
Damn it.
There must be some way
we can move past this.
Why do you even want me back?
The truth is, I can't live without you.
Well, it seems you can't
live with me, either.
Let's go to couples therapy.
(Laughs)
Yeah, right.
Seriously?
Yes.
I mean, we obviously have issues.
And I don't want to give
up on this relationship.
Do you?
I am so sorry about Ernesto.
(Crying): Spence tried to
warn me, but I didn't listen.
Have you told Spence?
He won't return my calls.
(Sniffles)
Anyway...
(Sniffles)
(Exhales sharply)
what did you want to talk to me about?
Well, maybe now's not the best time.
Please.
I need to think about something else.
Okay, then...
care to see what's behind door number one?
♪
Mrs. Taylor's old sofa.
I bought it back from Kivnik's.
Very sneaky.
Now we can test the stain.
I already did. You were right.
It is blood, and I'm
betting it's Louie Becker's.
So then we have proof.
Mrs. Taylor was involved with
Louie's death. And Blanca's.
I told you.
There's no way Taylor's
the one who killed them.
But she knows who did.
Yeah, she does.
And now she has to tell me.
We're going back in.
I don't care if your wife is on to us.
You're not listening, Hector.
I said it's over. I'm out!
You don't have a choice, Ernesto.
Unless you want to end up
like that pendejo, Spence.
What did you do?
I took care of him.
That's what I do. I take care of problems.
Are you going to be a problem, Ernesto?
Your threats mean nothing to me.
I lost my family because of you.
You can't hurt me anymore.
- You sure about that?
- Uh-huh.
Hmm.
Would it hurt you if I
paid your wife a visit?
(Grunting)
(Coughing)
♪
(Panting)
Dr. Neff isn't exactly good with money.
Who told you I was poor?
It was Zoila, wasn't it?
It's me or your maid.
I don't understand why you wanted
Zoila to think you were broke.
I'm afraid I'm going to have to let you go.
ROSIE: What's wrong?
(Crying): Michael left me.
I paid a man to approach
Taylor, sweet-talk her.
You set Taylor up to have an affair.
I was undercover in the cartel.
Someone tipped them off,
so they locked me away.
Does your wife know the truth about you?
I'll bet she still thinks you
were a prisoner of the cartel.
Katy's a witness, and the
men who killed her father
- are looking for her.
- ERNESTO: Violeta?
I want to talk to El Jefe.
I want to make a deal.
I found the little girl
he's been looking for.
- (Camera shutter clicking)
- SPENCE: That clown was taking pictures
in Katy's room.
- I kept seeing Ernesto whisper in his ear.
- Enough!
Do I know you?
(Grunts)
- (Gasps)
- What is that?
ERNESTO: Looks like blood.
Someone tried really hard to clean it up.
I hate who I am when I'm with you.
- I need you.
- It's over.
- I know you hate kids...
- I don't hate kids.
I just don't have room for them in my life.
This is Deion, our new son.
Mr. Dresden, I need you to find
a young boy's birth parents.
The truth is, he's growing on me.
If you want to make Deion
a part of the family,
I'm willing to give it a try.
(Exhales sharply)
♪
So, Deion. Thank you for coming.
I live here.
Yes, you do live here.
Such a bright young man.
All these for me?
Yes... gummy bears, gummy frogs,
every gummy in the animal kingdom.
We want you to know
how much we cherish you.
So...
how would you feel about
living here permanently?
Can I eat as many as I want?
- We should have delayed the candy.
- Deion. Focus.
We want to adopt you.
What do you think?
- (Telephone ringing)
- Carmen, if you don't mind.
I want to hear what he says.
We'll fill you in.
(Ringing continues)
Powell residence.
I'm sorry. He's busy
right now. Who's calling?
If you adopt me, are people
gonna think I'm white?
I doubt that very much.
Oh. Well, then, yes.
You can adopt me.
(Giggles)
Oh, I'm so happy.
Mr. Powell.
Carmen, can't you see
we're having a moment?
Mr. Powell, you need to come.
What's so important?
Your private investigator.
Mr. Dresden?
Well, it wasn't easy,
but I managed to track
down Deion's birth father.
Ooh, right.
Uh, turns out I no longer
need that information.
- So what should I tell him?
- Nothing.
I don't want anything to do with that man.
Well, that's unfortunate,
because he's sitting right across from me.
And he's eager to meet you.
♪
La Virgen de Guadalupe.
My abuelita gave me one just like this one
when I was your age.
Did you have nightmares, too?
Sometimes.
But she told me La Virgen would
watch over me while I slept
- and keep me safe.
- And it worked?
Oh, La Virgen doesn't mess around.
(Giggles)
Goodnight, chiquita.
♪
Did Katy go to sleep okay?
Yes, thank you.
When we were at my mother's,
she barely slept a wink.
How did everything go here?
Miguel have fun at his party?
Yes.
But there was a little
accident on the couch.
It looks fine to me.
Some cupcakes got mushed in it.
I dry-cleaned the covers, but, um...
there was something weird
at the bottom of the cushion.
Mm-hmm.
It looks like blood.
Oh, uh...
No, it's red wine.
I spilled some on the
couch a couple months ago.
Blanca was supposed to clean it up.
- Well, that explains it.
- Mm.
I just didn't want you to think it was me.
Mm, I know it wasn't.
Thank you so much for being honest.
Well, you're always honest with me.
(Both chuckle)
El Jefe's getting very impatient, Ernesto.
He wants the girl.
We have to look for our moment.
We can't just run in and grab her.
No. When the head of the
Gaviota Cartel says it's time...
If Rosie finds out what
we're up to, then she's...
You need to think less about your wife
and more about El Jefe.
I'm going back to Mexico in a few days.
And I'm either bringing the girl with me...
or your head.
You pick.
♪
(Cellphone vibrates)
(Beep)
Hi, Zoila!
I heard about Genevieve letting you go.
- How are you?
- ZOILA: Fine.
Any chance you could
help me find a new job?
Mama's got to work.
Uh, well, I have one client looking,
but she's kind of the worst.
- I'll take it!
- (Laughing): No.
You do not want to work for Gail Fleming.
She's demanding, rude...
nothing like Genevieve.
Good! I'm not looking
to be friends with my
boss this time around.
Well, then, you're in luck.
(Knock on door)
Mm. That's Rosie.
I'll set up a meeting, text
you the details.
Okay, bye.
I have to show you something.
MARISOL: What am I looking at here?
The stain. Mrs. Taylor
said it was red wine.
But even Ernesto thinks
it looks like blood,
and he was a policeman in México.
Keep going. I had him
take lots of pictures.
This is a close-up of your boobs.
Ernesto, baboso!
So you think Taylor's lying
about the stain?
When I showed it to her,
she got all nervous with the buggy eyes.
- The buggy eyes?
- Mm-hmm.
Like this.
Okay.
Well, I hate to admit it,
but I think you might be on to something.
Wait.
Isn't this where you tell me I'm crazy
'cause she's your friend and she's perfect?
I know. I defend Taylor a lot.
But Olivia told me the craziest thing.
She said she paid some
guy to seduce Taylor.
So we were right all along?
Mrs. Taylor is having an affair?
Or she was.
Maybe it's all connected.
There's got to be a way to
find out if it's really blood.
Hydrogen peroxide.
Put it on the stain. If
it bubbles, it's blood.
And if it is blood, then what?
(Sighs)
For Taylor's sake, let's hope it's not.
♪
(Knock on door)
Mrs. Delatour, I made lunch.
Oh, no, no!
I haven't eaten bread since 1992.
If you don't eat, you'll waste away.
Yes, I will!
Why don't fat people
understand how simple it is?
Now, which gown should I wear
to the hospital fundraiser?
Oh, well, they're both so beautiful.
I know, but I'm terribly indecisive.
I need you to pick.
Uh, okay.
The mauve one.
No. The pink.
Uh... shoot.
I can't do it.
(Sighs)
God, I wish Zoila were here.
No offense.
None taken.
I know how close you were,
and I'm sorry she had to go.
Well, it isn't your fault.
You see, dear, Zoila and
I had a certain rapport.
She always gave me her
brutally honest opinion.
You want me to be more like her?
Exactly.
And it's a two-way street.
You can tell me my dress is ugly,
and I can tell you that I
don't like your hairstyle.
You don't?
Well, it's a little flat.
Didn't your mother teach
you how to attract a man?
Mother was blind.
Oh.
Because of her diabetes.
That must be very challenging.
Not anymore.
(Crying): She's dead!
(Sobbing)
♪
Marisol said the nicest things about you.
Oh, she said... things about you, too.
Well, isn't that sweet? Now, Zola.
Actually, it's pronounced Zoila.
Okay, okay. All of this? No.
Chatter should be three syllables or less.
Un-der-stood.
Now, let's address the
elephant in the room.
Which is?
You. You're an elephant.
How many babies are you having?
- Just the one.
- Mm.
I hope it's not gonna
interfere with your work.
Does day drinking interfere with your work?
Salty.
I like it.
Let me show you the living room.
Waddle this way.
♪
Dios Mío!
Where is the couch?
(Door creaks)
Hi, Rosie.
I was just outside
tipping the delivery guys.
You got all-new furniture?
Yep, uh, after you pointed
out all of those stains,
I realized it was time for a clean start.
Don't you just love it?
(Chuckles)
♪
She replaced all the furniture?
Did she give a reason why?
Well, she said it was 'cause
I pointed out how messed up everything was,
so she went to Kivnik's and
bought a whole new living room.
Why go through all the trouble?
What is she covering up?
- A murder...?
- Rosie.
Who do you think she murdered?
Maybe that tennis pro who got chopped up.
That's a lot of blood.
Taylor might be hiding an affair,
but that doesn't mean she's a murderer.
- We know she's your friend...
- One of my best friends.
It would be like saying
one of you is the killer.
No one here is the killer, right?
Not me. But maybe Rosie.
It's always the one you least suspect.
I was in the hospital. I have a lullaby.
Alibi.
Speaking of which,
Louie was killed the
night of your book party.
- Where was Taylor?
- At my book party.
Oh, my God.
What?
I went to Taylor's house the next day.
Her living room was... a mess.
Hope you don't mind me
stopping by like this.
No, of course not.
Um, Blanca's just doing some,
um, deep cleaning for me.
At the time, I didn't think anything of it.
- But now?
- Poor Blanca.
Mrs. Taylor made her
clean up all that blood
from Louie's murder?
Hold on. Whoever killed Louie Becker
killed Blanca, too, right?
Mm-hmm.
There's no way Taylor could
have done that by herself.
Maybe she had help. You said
she was having an affair.
Marisol, you've got to find
out who she was sleeping with.
You said she's one of your best friends.
How would you get it out of one of us?
I would take you out,
ply you with alcohol until you opened up.
You hear that, Rosie?
Don't go to a bar with Marisol.
It won't end well for you.
I'm not the killer.
(Laughter)
That's a lot of bourbon.
For the amount of trouble I'm in,
there's not enough bourbon in the world.
Deion's father?
Apparently, he didn't
even know Deion existed.
- How does that happen?
- A one-night stand.
The mother never told
him, she gave up the child,
then promptly dropped dead.
Fortunately, the father
doesn't want to take the boy.
He and his wife already have children.
Then what's the problem?
(Sighs)
He wants to meet us all.
Make sure Deion's happy.
So, have him over.
Are you insane?
Evelyn will be furious when she finds out
I'm the one who tracked him down.
I hate when my evil
schemes bite me in the ass.
Mm-hmm.
What are you reading?
A casting magazine.
My music career is in the toilet,
so I'm trying to be an actress.
It's just annoying.
The only roles for Latinas are maids.
Not all Latinas are maids!
I hate to point this
out, but you're a maid.
Allegedly.
Oh, do you think I could
pull off "Nuclear Scientist"?
It's an open audition.
Carmen, you've just given me
an inspired solution to my problem.
More evil schemes?
I never learn, do I?
Darling, I just spoke with Joy.
Did you really drive her to tears?
It was just a misunderstanding.
But the truth is, I miss Zoila.
No, no, no, no. You just think you do.
You actually have a form
of Stockholm Syndrome,
where hostages empathize
with their captors.
Zoila never took me hostage.
Well, in a way, she did. She
was a very negative person.
And you, my sweet, are very malleable.
Excuse me?
I have an idea.
Why don't you take Joy
to lunch on her day off?
You can begin to forge a
new, healthy friendship.
Well, I definitely owe Joy an apology,
but I doubt we'll ever be
friends the way I was with Zoila.
Thank God for that.
♪
Zola, could you make me a gimlet?
It's four parts gin to one part...
Amazing.
You're the greatest
housekeeper that ever lived.
Just doing my job.
- (Dog barking)
- Mnh.
That damn dog.
Yeah, it's been like that all day.
I know. My crazy neighbor
keeps it out in the yard.
It barks incessantly.
You want me to put a stop to it?
- Get them to take it inside?
- How?
I'm the greatest
housekeeper who ever lived.
(Barking continues)
(Doorbell rings)
Hi, there. Can I help you?
Well, I hate to ask you this,
but would it possible
to bring the dog inside?
I'm trying to rest before my due date.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
Look at you and your tiny, little miracle.
I'm Susie.
Did you move into that
Colonial down the street?
No. I just started working for
your neighbor, Mrs. Fleming.
- Oh, you work for Gail?
- Yep. Just started this week.
I... hate her.
And I hope her house burns to the ground.
Well, that went south quickly.
Gail Fleming is a drunk-driving,
verbally abusive mess.
How can you work for
such a horrible person?
Ah, we're not friends. It's just a job.
Well, good luck with that.
So are you gonna do
anything about the barking?
Is it bothering Gail?
Yes.
Then no.
- (Sighs)
- (Sighs)
(Panting): Wow. That was amazing.
Yeah.
(Both sigh)
Hmm.
You gonna call your friends
and tell them how great I was?
- (Both chuckle)
- No.
I'm just checking my messages.
Spence isn't calling me back.
You just had sex with me but
you're thinking of Spence?
No, it's not like that.
He's Mrs. Taylor's sponsor.
I want to know if she ever
said anything about an affair.
But didn't you just tell
him he needed to back off?
Hmm. He could still return my call.
It's rude.
Look, Rosita...
I've been thinking maybe
we should move away.
What?
Why are you saying that?
I just think we need a fresh start.
But I have a life, and it's here.
All those years I was
held by the Gaviota Cartel,
I dreamed of being free, and
now you want to trap us here?
I'm sorry, but I'm not going anywhere,
except to the shower.
By the way, can you take Miguel
to his sleepover tomorrow night?
I have to babysit Katy.
♪
You do?
Marisol is taking Mrs. Taylor out.
Why don't I come over?
After Katy goes to sleep,
we can open some wine, hmm?
It's a date.
Mm. Mm.
(Door closes)
(Dialing)
Hector, it's me.
The plan is on.
Tomorrow night, we take the girl.
♪
Adrian, I cannot thank you enough.
A surprise trip to Europe
is just what we needed.
I felt it was important for Deion.
You're not a Powell until you've
been to Paris.
Can't you come with us?
I wish I could. I have
way too much work to do.
But you don't work.
I have to work selling this house.
- (Trunk closes)
- You two have fun! Hmm.
Au revoir!
(Engine turns over)
♪
Sorry, it took forever to get rid of them.
Don't sweat it.
Okay, people!
The audition is starting. Everyone settle.
First up is Malik.
My name's Malik. I'm with Prinzo Talent.
And I'll be reading for the role of Deion.
This is such a fancy restaurant.
Zoila swears by the Cobb Salad.
We've had many meals here.
You really love Zoila, don't you?
Never mind all that. You're my friend now.
And I need to apologize
for upsetting you before.
Oh, it's okay.
No, it's not.
After lunch, I'm treating
us to a day at the spa.
(Giggling)
You don't have to do that.
Yes, I do.
And I contacted the Diabetes Foundation
and made a donation in
honor of your mother.
Oh, my God.
They planted a tree in her memory.
♪
She raised a lovely daughter.
No, she didn't.
- I'm awful.
- What?
I can't accept any of this...
the lunch, the spa, the tree.
Honey, I can't return the tree.
But I don't deserve it.
The only reason I'm here
with you instead of Zoila
is because I lied.
I don't understand.
I convinced Zoila that Dr. Neff was poor
so you'd think he was after your money.
Why would you lie to Zoila?
Because...
Dr. Neff wanted her gone.
(Exhales sharply)
(Knocking on door)
What'd you do with Stanley?
W-Who's Stanley?
My German Shepherd.
You complained about the
barking, and now he's missing.
- (Squeaking)
- You kidnap him?
Of course not!
I have no idea what happened to your dog.
I can't believe you are gonna be a mother.
God have mercy on your baby!
Stanley!
(Squeaking)
♪
Oh, my God.
Your crazy neighbor
thinks I kidnapped her dog.
Well, thanks for taking one for the team.
Wait. What?
Oh, I dragged that smelly
mutt to the West L.A. shelter.
- (Laughing)
- I told them it was a stray.
But that's a kill shelter.
I know. It's really sad.
But isn't the silence sublime?
(Sighs)
I had to read Katy a million stories,
but she finally went to bed.
- I don't get it.
- (Cork pops)
I love going to bed.
Oh, don't get too frisky, papi.
I'm still on the job.
(Lock clicks)
When are you expecting Mrs. Stappord back?
I don't know. In a couple of hours?
Oh, then you have time
to get a little frisky?
(Chuckles)
- You take the wine.
- Okay.
I'll get the glasses.
(Giggles)
(Lock clicks)
♪
I'll have a Cosmopolitan.
What about you?
Uh, just mineral water for me.
Oh, come on.
A few cocktails never hurt anybody.
- (Scoffs)
- Tell that to my sponsor.
But that was for pills.
All right.
I guess I'll drink for the both of us.
Thank you for inviting me out.
We should do this more often.
Well, maybe we can...
now that Jesse broke up with me.
Oh, no. What happened?
I cheated on him.
Wow.
You cheated on Jesse... the
guy with the perfect abs.
I know, and I feel like
such an awful person.
Oh. These things happen.
It's okay.
Have you ever cheated on Michael?
Me?
You know, like you said,
these things happen.
(Inhales sharply)
Did Michael say something to you?
Well, not just Michael.
Olivia, too.
Olivia's insane!
I know, but she claimed
she paid a man to seduce you
and that you actually went through with it.
Oh, my God.
Please, Taylor. What is going on?
This is why you wanted to hang out?
So you could pump me for information?
I'm just trying to find out the truth.
Oh, I can't believe that
I fell for this again!
Fell for what?
For a year, you pretended
to be my maid and my friend
so that you snoop around my
house and write a best-seller.
That is not what happened.
Forgive me, Marisol,
if I don't want to be the
subject of your next book.
♪
(Sighs)
(Giggles)
This is fun.
Oh, we could make it a little more fun.
- (Gasps)
- Ohh.
I don't want to mess up
Mrs. Taylor's new couch.
Okay.
How about I put some music on?
- (Chuckles)
- Oh, not too loud.
I need to be able to hear
Katy in case she wakes up.
Yes. Katy.
I almost forgot.
(Soft music plays)
You know I would do anything in the world
to be with you, right?
Of course.
I would do anything for you, too.
(Door closes)
What was that?
Oh, I didn't hear anything.
♪
- (Muffled gasp)
- Hola, Violeta.
(Whimpers) Remember me?
Shh.
- Don't fight me, niña.
- (Muffled gasping)
You'll just get hurt.
Shh!
- (Grunts)
- Aah! Rosie!
(Gasps)
Katy!
There's a man in my bedroom!
Oh, my God. Ernesto!
Hector, get out of here.
I'm not leaving without the girl.
She saw you. Get out. Andale!
Andale!
♪
Did you see him? Where is he?
He got away.
Must have gone out through the window.
- (Cries)
- Shh.
It's okay, Katy. You're safe.
Ernesto's here to protect us.
♪
(Crickets chirping)
Hello, Christopher.
What are all of these bags doing here?
Are we taking a trip?
You are.
You tricked me into firing Zoila.
So you're moving out.
I just knew that our relationship
could never thrive with Zoila around.
I'm sorry.
I do not accept your apology.
Now, just a minute.
We love each other. We can work this out.
Perhaps with couples therapy.
Therapy is for couples who
want their relationship to work.
I don't want to be with you anymore.
I can't believe this.
Are you really choosing your maid over me?
I'm choosing my friend over you.
Goodbye, Christopher.
♪
(Crickets chirping)
Thank God you and your husband were here.
I-I don't know what I
would have done if Katy...
We need to call the police.
I told you, we can't.
I'll bring her to Michael's hotel room.
- She'll be safe there.
- But the police can...
The police can't do anything, Rosie!
Not against these people!
I don't understand.
Remember what I told you
about Katy's birth father?
Mm-hmm.
That was only part of the story.
Last year, I went with
Michael down to Mexico.
He was working with an
international media group.
Is that where you met Katy?
Her father was a journalist
investigating organized crime,
and he was going to publish
a book about it, but...
but he never got the chance.
Because he was murdered.
Right in front of her.
And Katy's mother had died years ago,
so some of their friends begged us
to bring her back to the States.
We were already looking
into adoption, so...
we smuggled her out.
These criminals... who are they?
The Gaviota Drug Cartel.
What?
Have you ever heard of them?
Yes.
I have.
(Doorbell rings)
You must be Wallace! Come in, come in.
Thank you.
I have to admit
I'm a little nervous about meeting Deion.
Oh, I think you'll find that he's a happy,
well-adjusted little boy.
And speak of the devil.
Wallace...
this is the famous Deion.
Long-lost father! It's
an honor to meet you!
(Chuckling): It's an honor to meet you.
- This is my wife.
- (Imitating Evelyn): Evelyn Powell,
the pleasure is yours.
Why are talking like that?
- (Normal voice): That's the way she talks!
- Just talk normal!
Wallace...
why don't we head to the study?
This is some house.
If you don't mind me asking,
what do you do for a living?
I'm a nuclear scientist.
♪
Excuse me?
Hi. I'm Marisol.
I called ahead. Are you Alan?
Yeah. You're the one looking
for your old couch, right?
Actually, it belonged to
my boss, Mrs. Stappord.
She thinks her wedding ring
might be in between the sofa cushions.
Do you still have it?
If we still got it, it's over there.
- Knock yourself out.
- Thanks.
♪
You find what you're looking for?
Yeah. Yeah, I did.
I love it here.
I have my own room, a new bicycle,
and all the toys a kid could want!
He's really thriving.
You know, Deion, I was really
into sports when I was a kid.
Do you play any?
Special skills.
Oh, yes.
My special skills are tap-dancing, karate,
and I do a good cockney accent.
(Cockney accent): 'Ello, Govnah!
10 pence for a shoe
shine! Chip, chip, cheerio!
Okay, Deion. No need to show off.
It certainly seems like
he's in really good hands.
You think I could trouble
you for a cup of coffee
for the road?
Absolutely. Evelyn?
Oh, right. That's me.
(Evelyn giggling)
Mrs. Powell?
You're home!
Oh, we missed our connection in New York,
and Deion was already homesick, so...
Are you wearing my clothes?
Oh. Are these your clothes?
I must have mixed up the laundry again.
(Laughs)
What's going on?
No, no, no, no. D-don't go in there.
Nice to meet you.
Oh, dear God.
You're back!
Just how I like to be welcomed into a room.
Who are these people?
Hi, I'm Wallace Jones.
And I'm Deion!
I'm Deion!
Adrian, Why are there so many Deions?
♪
Are you okay, Rosita?
You still seem shaken.
I wasn't able to sleep last night.
I had a hard time, too.
I couldn't stop thinking
about the man who broke in.
He was from the Gaviota Cartel,
the same one that held you prisoner.
You let him in, didn't you?
W-Why would I do that?
Because...
you were never a prisoner of the cartel.
Of course I was.
Stop lying to me!
After everything you put me through,
I deserve to know the truth.
Maybe you should sit down.
How did Deion's father even find us?
It was weeks ago.
- I was still unsure about the boy.
- (Gasps)
I placed a call to a private investigator.
I cannot believe you.
I know. I made a terrible mistake.
You need to make this right.
You get on your knees and
you beg if you have to,
but that man cannot take Deion from us.
You're right. I'll fix it.
Oh, yes, you will, because
if you lose Deion...
you lose me.
♪
Well, honey, he can
sleep in the guest room.
Well, think fast, 'cause I
have to get my son out of here.
- (Beep)
- Look.
I know it seems crazy,
but the Powells really do love Deion.
Letting him stay here might
be the best thing for him.
Listen, lady.
You have no idea what I'm going through.
Actually, I do.
♪
I was pregnant once. A long time ago.
I couldn't even take care
of myself, let alone a kid.
So I gave my baby away.
I'm sorry.
It was the right thing.
They were a good family with lots to offer.
Like the Powells.
If you leave Deion here,
the Powells will make sure
that his life is wonderful.
(Sighs)
Wallace...
I'm willing to make you an offer.
A house? A yacht? Whatever
your heart desires.
Excuse me?
In exchange for Deion. Name your price.
I might have considered leaving
Deion with a good family,
but you are not a good family.
- Wallace, please...
- No! My mind is made up.
You can expect a call from Social Services.
♪
Oh, Zola. Emergency. We're
almost out of Chardonnay.
Could you please add that to
the list for tomorrow's shopping?
I won't be here tomorrow. I quit.
What? Are you trying to kill my buzz?
You're my boss, and we
don't have to be friends,
but I do have to respect you, and I do not.
(Dog barking)
Wait a minute. What the hell?
I rescued your neighbor's
dog from the shelter.
I also convinced her to adopt a Chihuahua.
- (Chihuahua barking)
- That's Penny.
For a tiny dog, she's really loud.
No, you didn't.
Here.
You're gonna need every last drop.
(Dogs barking)
So, all those years, you
were working for the cartel?
They threatened to kill you and Miguel,
so I did whatever they
wanted just to keep you safe.
But you got out eventually.
I heard you and Miguel were
in America, so I took a chance.
The federales raided
one of the cartel houses,
and I pretended to be a prisoner.
What about Katy?
The cartel tracked me down.
They wanted to pull me back in, so...
I proposed a trade.
Katy's life...
for your own?
For our lives. Together.
But she's just a little
girl. She never hurt anyone.
I was not thinking of her.
- You're a monster.
- Rosita...
I was happy... before you came back.
I had a beautiful life with Spence,
and I threw it all away...
for you.
I'm sorry, Rosita.
I never thought I'd say this, Ernesto,
but I really wish you stayed dead.
♪
Deion, my man.
It's been a real pleasure.
I'm gonna miss you, son.
Do I have to go?
Yes.
He's your birth father,
and a nice woman from Social Services
says you belong with him.
I want to stay here.
Whatever for?
Your life is gonna be so much better!
- Better?
- Oh, dear, yes.
I heard you have a little sister...
someone to play with whenever you want.
You see...
you're going to a home that
is a lot happier than ours.
I guess that sounds okay.
Deion...
I want you to know
that we will always hold
you dear to our hearts.
(Chuckling): But you're
gonna have so much fun,
you're gonna forget all about us.
I'll never forget you.
(Sighs)
♪
- (Trunk closes)
- (Sighs)
(Car door closes)
(Engine turns over)
(Crying)
- Evelyn, dear.
- Don't touch me.
(Knock on door)
I needed to see you.
Are you all right?
I don't want to be alone.
Zoila, I wanted you to
be the first to know...
I've left Christopher.
I'm really sorry to hear that.
No, you're not. But it's all right.
He treated you very poorly.
Well, he wasn't the only one.
I don't have words to
express how sorry I am.
Is there any chance you'll
come back to work for me?
(Sighs)
Genevieve, this isn't
about me being your maid.
We were friends.
For 20 years, I trusted you...
and you just dumped me.
We're not friends anymore?
I don't know.
(Voice breaking): You really hurt me.
Damn it.
There must be some way
we can move past this.
Why do you even want me back?
The truth is, I can't live without you.
Well, it seems you can't
live with me, either.
Let's go to couples therapy.
(Laughs)
Yeah, right.
Seriously?
Yes.
I mean, we obviously have issues.
And I don't want to give
up on this relationship.
Do you?
I am so sorry about Ernesto.
(Crying): Spence tried to
warn me, but I didn't listen.
Have you told Spence?
He won't return my calls.
(Sniffles)
Anyway...
(Sniffles)
(Exhales sharply)
what did you want to talk to me about?
Well, maybe now's not the best time.
Please.
I need to think about something else.
Okay, then...
care to see what's behind door number one?
♪
Mrs. Taylor's old sofa.
I bought it back from Kivnik's.
Very sneaky.
Now we can test the stain.
I already did. You were right.
It is blood, and I'm
betting it's Louie Becker's.
So then we have proof.
Mrs. Taylor was involved with
Louie's death. And Blanca's.
I told you.
There's no way Taylor's
the one who killed them.
But she knows who did.
Yeah, she does.
And now she has to tell me.
We're going back in.
I don't care if your wife is on to us.
You're not listening, Hector.
I said it's over. I'm out!
You don't have a choice, Ernesto.
Unless you want to end up
like that pendejo, Spence.
What did you do?
I took care of him.
That's what I do. I take care of problems.
Are you going to be a problem, Ernesto?
Your threats mean nothing to me.
I lost my family because of you.
You can't hurt me anymore.
- You sure about that?
- Uh-huh.
Hmm.
Would it hurt you if I
paid your wife a visit?
(Grunting)
(Coughing)
♪
(Panting)