Malicio’s in a big hurry to ditch Kristel at the altar and collect on Victoria’s ever-so-vague promise of…not much, really. What did she agree to? Anyway, I guess Fonskanka figures he’ll be able to die happy, if the idiot remembers there’s a bounty on his pumpkin head if he doesn’t get hitched to Kristel. The frootloop fresa is so charmed by her cheatin’ Cheetoh, she agrees to a wedding the next day.
Over at the pensión, Malicio’s intended booty prize and her low-flow-showerhead hair are sobbing and will someone please put on a different record? This one keeps skipping. Emanuel stands there and listens to his barely-disguised beloved tell him yet again that he’s a low-down bastard thieving murderer, as bad as his mother or even worse. He’s heard all that before, but it’s news to him that Marianela was poisoned by the chocolates he gave her. He denies having anything to do with that. He would never hurt his gordita! Never! “Your gordita hermosa is dead,” Victoria says. Emanuel reels, but seems to get that she’s speaking metaphorically, I think. “Admit that you’re guilty of trying to murder her!” “The only thing I’m guilty of is loving Marianela more than anything else!” MariVicky stares at him, with his tears and pain mirroring her own. Does she soften a bit? He leaves.
Fedra staggers out of Lowrenzo’s blechelor pad bedroom, giving a rave review. She tells him not to worry about being left out on the street. She’s got a new business venture, a luxury resort in Cancún, and she needs sucios, ermmm, socios (I think we can assume she’s already got all the sucios she needs). Fedra tells Low to get as much money out of Muñeca as he can before the divorce, to invest in her project. Low thinks Fedra should give him a piece of the action as a gift. She reminds him that this is an investment not just for himself, but also for his daughter. Not that she deserves it, says Low. Fedra sniffles that someday that pair of ingrates will pay, and Emanuel will be on his knees begging her forgiveness.
But let’s look at a cuter pair for a few minutes. The champagne Axel pours for a toast at their romantic dinner makes Delicia cough and choke, but no matter. He asks her again to go to the benefit party with him. That’s just for starters, though. Every day forever after, he wants to make her feel like the most special and important woman in the whole world. Delicia finally agrees. Much happiness.
Haven’t we seen this scene before? Manolo hauls falling-down-drunk Oliver into their bedroom, drops him on the bed, and falls on top of him. Oliver hollers for more booze, but Manolo tries to convince him to settle into bed. “If you were a woman, I wouldn’t put up a fight,” Oliver slurs. Tempting, but Manolo struggles to stay in character as Oliver laments that he spent so much time searching for his Gretel, and then she stabbed him in the back again. GretelMan struggles in silence, resisting the urge to put Oliver out of his misery. Don’t resist, GretelMan. Oliver cries that Gretel never loved him, never. Manolo gives him a hug, under the pretext of helping him take his jacket off. “But you care about me, right? You love me. I remember you said you did.” GretelMan agrees this is true. “And you’ll never hurt me. It’s weird, I get so jealous when I see you with someone else,” Oliver drunkenly babbles. He grabs Manolo and plants a big kiss right on the smacker. “You liked that, right?” Oliver says. He goes for seconds but Manolo pushes away. “I can’t continue this farce. You and I have to talk. I can’t keep deceiving you.” Gretel pulls off the mustache and wig, but Oliver has fallen asleep. Gretel kisses him and wonders if telling him the truth is a good idea (lemme help you out here, Gretel – YES!).
He-manuel is on the hunt, and he’s loaded for Spiderus. Ron-Weasley-torture-size Spiderus. “I KNOW you were the one who poisoned Marianela! Tell me the truth!” Eman yells, and Mild-Mannered Bernie tries to play the put-upon innocent. “You used me! You knew Mari trusted no one in the house except me, and you knew I gave her chocolates! You poisoned them! Tell me everything!” Uh, sounds like you’ve got it all, Eman. Bernie distracts Eman momentarily and runs away. Good luck getting away from a world-class athlete, stodgy Spidey.
MariVicky sobs in bed and whines about that liar Emanuel and Doris tries to calm her down. Netty comes in and is sad that she didn’t get a chance to say goodbye to that nice boy Emanuel. MariVicky is irate that Netty believes him. Netty says she’s found out that he didn’t hurt Marianela and he’s totally decent, and she believes in admitting when she’s made a mistake. MariVicky says if Marianela were here, she’d be furious at her auntie’s betrayal. Emanuel is a MURDERER!
Spidey runs down the hall and hides around a corner. Whew, safe. Emanuel casually strolls up, grabs him, and demands an explanation. Spidey employs Fedra’s tried-and-true Deny, Deny, Whine and Deny trick. While Eman’s warming up to beating a confession out of him, Fedra walks in and asks if he’s drunk. No, he only wishes he were, so he could escape this nightmare. He tells his mother to admit she ordered her mutt Bernie to do the dirty work and kill Marianela. Of course Fedra won’t admit this, only that she wanted Mari out of her way. Eman warns them that when he gets proof, he’s sending them to jail. {Emanuel. Take note. As has been discussed on this blog: You don’t tell your enemy, “Ha! I have a knife!” You stab them, and THEN you say, “Ha! I have a knife!”} Eman heads upstairs, where I hope he plans to sleep with one eye open and his finger on a trigger.
Next morning, wedding day? Not so much. Fedra puts the kibosh on Malicio’s and Kristel’s plan. Los Ruiz y de Teresa are super fancy big important uppity people; they can’t just get married like it’s nothing, without pomp and circumstance and announcing it to all the fancy folk. Mauron suggests they announce the wedding at the big benefit event.
Over at the agency, MariVicky wears terrible-looking bloomers with a tank top that just looks grungy, and Emanuel announces to the gathered staff that Marianela is now the majority owner of the business and Victoria is representing her shares. Subtext: You’d better suck up to this raging icy beyotch, even though we’d all like to chuck her out on her magic pull-out hair. Vicky reminds them all that they need to work super hard, because they’re way behind on preparations for the benefit. She does not mention that they’re behind because the management spend all their time fighting amongst themselves. Emanuel tells them all to rest up over the weekend so they can hit the ground running on Monday. Victoria says no way; they’re all working this weekend. Ilitia is mad. I’m not sure why she’s even there, but she’s mad. So is Eman, but he isn’t in charge anymore.
Oliver wakes up with GretelMan wrapped around him and holding his hand. GretelMan wakes up and immediately lets go. “Don’t let go of my hand! Can’t you see I’m suffering?” Oliver has definitely gotten over his squeamishness. GretelMan asks him if he remembers kissing him the night before. Oliver says he was drunk, but if that’s what it takes to get Gretel out of his head, then so be it; he’s ready for a repeat. Manolo jumps away and tells him to try to understand Gretel. Oliver is hurt that she’d do that to him, dance nearly nekkid for a bunch of posh old geezers just to mock him; it’s like she’s spitting in his face. “You’re an idiot. You couldn’t see an elephant if it were right in front of you,” Manolo points out. “What would you know about it? I wonder whose bed she slept in,” Oliver snerks. “Gretel never stopped loving you, not for a single instant,” Manolo says, and then pulls off the wig and mustache. “Well, guess whose bed I slept in, and who I slept with? The same man, Oliver Rosales, I want to love for the rest of my life.”
Emanuel tries to negotiate with Vicky about the work schedule. She says that even though he’s the absolute worst person in the world, she admits he’s indispensable in this business, so she’ll tolerate him. He says he’ll save her the trouble on the weekend; he won’t be here. Ilitia interrupts to ask Vicky where she got her makeover…because she looks terrible and Ilitia wants to be sure she never goes to that place. MariVicky ignores that and asks Eman why he can’t work on the weekend. “Well, some of us have lives, which you would know nothing about, and my lovely wife and I are going to the beach to enjoy a honeymoon.” He and Ilitia smooch to emphasize the point. Mari fumes.
MariVicky tells Emanuel the only excuse she’ll accept for his not working is that he’s dying, and unfortunately, he appears to be in excellent health. Eman says too bad; he promised his wife the vacation, and that’s his priority. Emanuel and Ilitia sashay off, and Marianela manages to shake with rage while simultaneously looking like a wax statue of herself.
Not quite the happy reunion Gretel was hoping for. Oliver is sobbing, but not out of joy. “How could you?! You’ve been here for weeks, sharing my room, and you never told me the truth?!” Gretel wants to explain. Oliver doesn’t want to hear it. “All the love I had for you, you killed with your lies and deceits. Get out!” Gretel finally insists on explaining: “I didn’t want to leave you! I’ve been locked in the cellar for TWO YEARS, with no window, nothing! It took me two years to get a chance to escape! I had to leave you, because Fedra said she’d kill you if I didn’t!”
Fedra sobs to her loyal lackey…boo hoo hoo, her son betrayed her and he has to pay, it’s all Marianela’s fault, she wants to see that girl dead and roasting in an incinerator, but first she wants her to suffer. Bernardo worries what will happen if Emiliano finds Marianela first. Fedra agrees that’s a possibility, thanks to that wretched Victoria de la Garza. She knows about Fedra’s past! She knows about La Mala Noche! She’s got to be eliminated. Bernardo calmly pours Fedra a drink and says it’s a good thing she’s got her lover on the job, then. Better hope he gets it done right and doesn’t hurt Fedra more than he helps her. “You’re such a pessimist. He and I see the glass half full, and you see it half empty,” she snarls, swiftly making the glass totally empty. Fedra’s optimistic view is that if la albóndiga and el espagueti (the meatball and the spaghetti, i.e. Marianela and Victoria) turn out to be the same person and Lowrenzo kills her, it’s a two for one! The sale of the week! The war is on, to the death. Fedra murderously eyes another glass of hooch.
Axel is helping out at the agency. He brings the benefit invitations to Muñeca and gets to take one. Hmm, wonder who he’ll give it to. Lowrenzo walks in. “What part of ‘you’re out of this business and out of my life’ didn’t you understand?” He tries to smooth-talk her, but she just points out she could charge him with fraud. Instead, she’s just going to have him sign the divorce papers, and then he’s out of her life the same way she found him, without a centavo. She’s reached her limit. He says he is not agreeing to the divorce. She whips out her checkbook. “How much for you to disappear?”
Oliver is still wrapping his mind around the levels and layers of Gretel’s lies. They’re both crying, remembering the cruel things she said to him. Gretel says Bernardo was spying to make sure she did it. If she hadn’t, they would have killed him for sure, and she never could have lived with the guilt. “But you did kill me! That day, you wounded me so deeply I will never recover!” Gretel says she did it because she loves him, but if he wants her out of his life, she’ll go. She walks to the door. “No! Don’t leave me again!” Oliver grabs her and we finally have our happy reconciliation, with passionate smooching and everything.
Lowrenzo drives a hard bargain. Muñeca is so eager to be rid of him that she agrees to give him her remaining shares in the agency. But she’s keeping the kids. He argues that Cristián is his child, not hers. “Well, try to take him. Just try. But I’ll leave you in the street if you do. Keep in mind we’re married por bienes separados. I don’t have to give you anything.” Lowrenzo is in a quandary, now. The kid or the money? “Well, for the moment anyway, I’ll leave you your office, and your three pens and four pencils. Have a nice day!”
Let’s take a trip to the beach. Honeymoon time. Our not-so-newlyweds are dressed for the tropics and admiring the ocean view. Emanuel wants to go run on the beach. Ilitia thinks they have better things to do. “Remember our beach vacation, before?” Of course Emanuel remembers. He imitates Ilitia: “Baby, it’s too hot. The mosquitoes are biting me, Baby. Baby, the bed is too hard; how am I supposed to sleep here, Baby? It’s horrible, Baby, Baby, Baby.” Ilitia protests that she doesn’t talk like that. Besides, they’re in a five-star hotel this time. It will be way better. Straight off, it doesn’t look like it will be much better; Emanuel isn’t listening to her, and she starts whining that his mind is elsewhere, Baby; he’s probably thinking of the agency and that wretched Spanish girl, Baby. Emanuel distractedly says he wants to go down to the beach.
The agency crew sets up for the party while MariVicky rants and whines and does nothing helpful. Doris deduces that she’s annoyed that Emanuel is off on a romantic vacation with his wife. “I don’t care what that jerk does with his life,” Mari protests. Uh-huh, sure, Doris rolls her eyes. Meanwhile, Lowrenzo climbs up into the catwalk. Doris and Mari bicker about Mari’s feelings while Low cuts something. Doris shrieks, but Mari does not see the light, either literally or figuratively, and get clonked on the head.
At that moment, Emanuel and Ilitia are smooching on some bridge, but Eman’s psychic connection tells him something is wrong. He tries to explain, but Ilitia just thinks he’s nuts. He wants to call the agency, but Ilitia stops him. She thinks it’s time to get busy. She doesn’t give him Kristel’s “FOCUS!” speech, but he tries to get into the swing of things anyway.
Everyone in the publicity agency is freaking out, but it seems they might actually be calling for help. Someone even says, “Don’t move her! Don’t move her!” Good grief, have telenovela writers finally learned something about first aid? Lowrenzo sneaks out the door…and runs into Emiliano on the sidewalk. He claims he’s just upset about his issues with Muñeca. Emiliano doesn’t want to get involved. The ambulance pulls in as André carries MariVicky outside. So much for not moving her. They explain what happened and Emiliano is furious about the sloppy safety violations.
Emanuel and Ilitia make out on the pier thing. Eman’s phone rings but Ilitia takes it away and throws it in the water, making a HUGE splash which washes up over the pier from both sides. He freaks out.
André leaves Emanuel a message about Victoria’s accident. Emiliano is heading out to the hospital. Netty appears in the lobby and tells Emil they have to talk. He tells her about Victoria’s injury. She tells him anything that happens to Vicky is his fault. His and his nefarious family’s!
Emanuel and Ilitia make out in the water. He gets bitten by a cangrejo (crab). But he is tough, so ni modo. Ilitia, however, is a bit uncomfortable with the idea of getting it on surrounded by cangrejos and tiburones (sharks). She’d rather head back to the hotel, all civilized with nice sheets and everything. She tells him she never wants to be with anyone but him, and nothing will separate them, ever.
Emiliano declines to accept responsibility for what happened to Vicky. Netty yells at him all irrationally. His witch wife won’t rest until Marianela is dead, so she must be behind everything that goes wrong.
Ilitia and Eman haven’t made it back to their room; they’re on the beach, but Ilitia seems to have been bitten by something. Eman tries to kiss it all better. He gets a phone call (on what phone, I’m not sure), and when he hears what happened, he says he’s on his way back to the city.
Avances: Emanuel hovers over MariVicky’s hospital bed, and she deliriously tells him she loves him.
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