Caray, Caray!

Here's a quickie recap of Monday and Tuesday. The producers are unstinting in their efforts to give us the worst, most cheesy finale week we could possibly ask for.

Monday, we see that Emilio and Caramelo get married finally. They have their civil ceremony, and they're going to meet Paco in PR to have their church ceremony.

Everyone is trying to push Max and Diana together. There is a funny scene where Dr. V's mother tries to push Dr. V and Diana together, but Granny DS intervenes. Max and Diana are sent into the library separately by Fedora on the pretense of looking for her glasses. She now wants to push them together. She has repented of all her foolish anger and revenge. She also wants Larry and Gaby to get back together. Fans, we have only three days left. They had better materialize William Levy soon, even if he's in a pirate costume.

Meanwhile, Marfil is preparing to poison Pedro. She has two drinks ready for a toast; his has the poison in it. She is interrupted by the maid asking some dumb question about a recipe. She gets angry and follows the maid out of the room. Now Pedro thinks something is up. He wonders why she wants to have a toast when they hate each other. Good lord, why is he still living with her?
He switches drinks!
Now, folks, he seems to know there's poison in it, he wants to harm her--could he be convicted of murder? This would have made a great final exam question in my first-year law school Criminal Law class. He doesn't know for sure that there is poison in the glass, so maybe not. Still . . . This is the kind of brain-teaser they torture you with. You have to argue both sides.

Anyway, she comes back, they toast, she drinks the wrong glass--and gets sick.

Tune in tomorrow, to see Camila ask the immortal question: Marfil was taken to the hospital? What hospital?

On Tuesday, Max and Diana continue kissing in the library. I have not forgotten how disgusted we are about their getting together. I just have no more energy to resist. I will say that I was disgusted how he drowned her protests with "hey, hey, quiet," in his disgraceful overpowering way. Then they are interrupted by Dr. V. It's a little embarrassing. It seems they are on the road to getting back together, but their one stumbling block now is Diego.
Marfil is is on her deathbed. She says to Pedro: I guess you were smarter than I was, old guy.

She confesses all the crimes to that prosecutor guy: the kidnapping of Diana's baby, the manicomio in the jungle, the killing of Fiona. I'm not sure she confessed to killing Debora. They discuss how evil she is. (Remember when she was the good sister? This is forgotten.) Just before she dies, a vision of Debora greets her, welcoming her to hell. Then she dies, and a hologram steps away from her body into the spirit world. What great FX!

The next day, Max has a pathetic funeral in the rain for Marfil. The priest sprinkles holy water while he stands by, the only attendee. Then Diana shows up for moral support.

Poor Yolanda, meanwhile, is going to prison for her offenses! Not fair! It's not clear, but I suppose she pled guilty to something. It seems she will get a short sentence. So now there's no way she can marry anyone, pobrecita.

Jorge, Lorenzo and Silvia are in charge of the bar. I'm not sure, but they may be planning a new entertainment program. I fast-forwarded through that discussion. Who cares?

All that's left is to rid us of Diego (and Pancholon is still at large. For Panchi Panchi, I envision him riding through the streets of the DR, looking for rich women, like Charlie of the MTA. Will he ever return? No, he never returns, and his fate is still unlearned . . .)

Diego calls Max and finally declares he's ready for the big showdown. He wants to kill Max and Diana. Max is going to meet Diego on a lonely beach! Credits roll.

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