I hope…are you all accounted for?
Emanuel and Victoria sit down at the elegantly laid table on the skybridge. Emanuel points out the adjacent hotel and MV thinks he’s getting indecent ideas, but turns out he’s just pointing out that the hotel restaurant is serving the dinner, lest she wonder how on earth they can get dinner service on a pedestrian bridge over a big arterial. What she’s wondering is less how than WHY. Eman promotes this frankly questionable scheme as super original, creative, and romantic. I guess it’s at least as creative and original as the ads they produce. MV’s still wondering why he snookered her into having dinner, hovering over a highway or otherwise. He says he’s desperate to get back in touch with the Vicky he made love to. It seems there are two different people living inside her; the warm, caring passionate one from the hacienda, and the cold meanie who crashed his wedding. Well, he wants to get back to the one who made him feel the way he thought no one other than Marianela would ever make him feel.
MV protests that there can never be anything between them. Eman’s offended that she’s trying to treat him as a meaningless fling when he can tell she loves him as much as he loves her. Vicky refuses to admit it, because she doesn’t want to betray Marianela. Emanuel says they’ll just erase their memories of Marianela and get that obstacle out of the way. He pulls out the stack of letters and starts burning one.
In the office at Dysfunction Junction, Dr. Oliver/Olivia Chelatina advises Gretel to leave this house where people want to hurt her and return to that awesome novio of hers. Gretel snips that she may have been in love with that imbecile, but he betrayed her. Doc Gelatina asks if she’s really sure. Maybe it’s a misunderstanding. Surely he would never do that. Gretel says she saw for herself—he was with her own sister! {Someone explain acting to this girl.} Doctora Jell-O advises her to run back to him—otherwise some unworthy dame (Oli gestures suggestively to her sexy self) will snatch him up first. And Doc Jigglers knows what she’s talking about…in fact she’d like to ask for his number right now, to invite him to a movie. Gretel giggles.
Nereida brings an envelope to Kristel. It’s a note telling her to meet the sender in a suite at the Elite Hotel. What a coincidence! The same hotel which is serving dinner to Eman and MV! Kristel bubbles and chirps her way out the door, telling Nereida to pass on the message that she’s gone on a long, super-glamoroso trip. Byeeee, chiru chiru!
Fedra arrives at Mauricio’s hotel room (possibly also at the Elite Hotel?) in the worst boots ever; they’re thigh-high leopard print vinyl or something. Malicio tells her he did what she asked; he sent Low to the other side. She wants proof. He hands over his phone with a photo of Lowrenzo lying unconscious and bloody on the floor. Fedra gets a little emotional at the thought of never seeing him again. The time is 5:07 p.m., according to that phone. Bit early for dinner, eh?
Doris drags bloody, gasping Low into the dollhouse. ¡¿Qué the heck?! asks Muñeca. Doris tells her that she found him in the office and tried to take him to a hospital, but he insisted on coming here. “No way! Get him out of my house. Out!” Muñeca says. Low begs.
MariVicky tries to stop Emanuel from burning the letters. He continues lighting them and tossing them into an ice bucket. MV jumps up and tries to grab them, burning her fingers and shrieking. Eman kisses her hands (a well-known treatment; all the best burn centers use it) and asks why she cares so much she’s putting her hands in the fire. She says she’s doing it for him and Marianela. He says the only thing she needs to do for him is love him. Vicky makes her usual ascerbic expression.
Nereida interrupts the psychiatry session to tell Gretel that Jairo is here to visit. Oliver’s eyes bug out through Doc Jelly’s makeup. Jairo starts marveling to Gretel that he never imagined his hotshot new reporter was such a lovely young lady. Gretel shushes him. Doc says ahem, excuse me, we’re in the middle of a therapy session here. Gretel says buh-bye; we’re done here; I want to chat with my friend. Doctora Olivia flounces and swishes and plants herself in the chair, “No way, I am not leaving.” Gretel’s annoyed and I’m laughing hysterically.
Back on the noisy skybridge, Vicky asks Emanuel if he really feels nothing for Marianela now. He says he still has a bit of affection, some warm memories, but that’s in the past. He’s finally gotten over her, thanks to Vicky. Vicky protests again that Mari is her friend, so no go. Emanuel points out that this so-called friendship seems pretty toxic and unfair to Vicky. She’s given up her own life to take on Mari’s issues and has turned hard, insensitive, and vengeful. She says he doesn’t know what he’s talking about and gets up to leave. Eman stops her and after he whispers a few “te amo”s, she’s putty in his hands. Smoochy smooch smooch. The waiter studiously observes the traffic.
Low bleeds on the sofa and Flora runs to call for an ambulance. Doris has had enough and decides to leave. She apologizes to Muñeca for bringing him here and asks her to let her know about the funeral—she’d be happy to do his makeup! Ha. Muñeca laughs. Then she turns to Low and demands to know why he didn’t have Doris take him to his amante’s place.
His amante swoops into the hotel suite, calling out to her sweetums, but what she finds instead are Fedra and Mauron en pleno mochi mochi. {Stop correcting that to mocha, Microsoft Word. She most certainly did not find them merely having coffee together.} Cara impactada de Kristel. Cara fake impactada de Fedra. Cara hideous de Mau.
Ilitia and Brandon arrive at their hotel (not the Elite) and Brandon accuses her of inventing the dangers and needing a bodyguard just to have him near. In your dreams, she says. All the famous top models have a bodyguard. He’s just jealous ‘cause she’s so famous. “Do you really think all the men in the world have their eyes on you?” he asks. “Yes,” she replies. Again, she says he’s jealous. “Ilitia, no one is hassling you or paying attention to you.” Ilitia calls out her own name and on cue, a horde of people run up and surround her, begging for autographs. {She must have called ahead to the concierge for that service.} Brandon efficiently hustles her away from the madding crowd.
Fedra’s back in her dominatrix clothes, casually swilling champagne while Kristel stands there and cries silently. “Gee, what a weird room mix-up,” Fedra says. But whatevs. She tells Kristel she just doesn’t know how to enjoy life. “All these years, you were stuck on THAT?!” she gestures at Mau, still lounging in the bed watching them. “You’re crying over THAT?! That pathetic thing? You and I are the same, Kristel, and now we’re more united than ever. Nighty-night.” Fedra does the walk of lack of shame.
Back in the study, Doc Gelatina advises Gretel to stay away from this dude. Surely he will treat her even worse than the other one did! Jairo argues that he will definitely treat Gretel like a lady. Emiliano walks into the office and asks what’s going on and Doc Jelly swoons over his voice. Gretel tells Emil that this therapist he hired is abusive and rude. In another week or two Emil will process that statement and have a response for us.
Fedra pauses at the front door of the hotel, from whence we can see the skybridge, and the doorman asks whether she needs a valet to fetch her car, or perhaps a taxi. Neither, she says. She feels like walking. The doorman mentions the hot gossip of the evening…there’s a couple having a super-romantic dinner up on that skybridge! “Up there over the smog? How ridiculous!” Fedra says, and she walks out.
Up above the smog, the lovedoves are still smooching. MV pauses and says she wishes they could really do this, just run away and be in love and not worry about anyone else. “Let’s do it,” says Emanuel. After all, she makes him quiver and everything. “Stay with me, please, stay with me,” he pleads. “EMANUEL!!!” comes a screech, made all the more intense from the Doppler effect as the source is barreling at them along the bridge. Emanuel and MV are none too happy to see Fedra.
Dr. Gel explains that when he got to the house, the señora Fedra Culebra was there… “What?” asks Emil… oops, Fedra Curiel, and… Emil asks why she claimed to have been ordered up by Emil if it was Fedra. No, the doctora explains, it’s just that she couldn’t exactly tell Fedra that it was Netty Pavón who sent her; she would have been thrown out and never allowed to provide Gretel’s therapy. Gretel and Emil are delighted that Netty thought of this detail. Emil basically just repeats back this line of reasoning and Doc says he’s so intelligent, it makes her nervous. {Heh. Laying it on pretty thick there, Oli.} The therapist reminds Gretel to talk to Oliver as it’s vital to her own tranquility and says goodnight, pinching Jairo’s cheek and flirting with Emiliano before tossing her hair all the way to the door.
Fedra tells Emanuel that she’s trying to change her ways, but he’s making it really hard, with this face-sucking with that thing on a pedestrian bridge in front of the whole world. MV says there’s nothing wrong with that; what’s really unseemly is a woman who shows all her skin on a stage in front of a bunch of drunks. Eman doesn’t seem to pick up on that comment. He just asks his mother why she always has to be so offensive. Fedra and MV get into their same old, same old “YOU’RE trying to ruin the family!” “No, YOU are!” match. MV points out that the only time Fedra’s family has been happy at home was when she was in jail. Fedra begs Emanuel to ditch this woman. Nope, he says.
Brandon exits the bathroom shirtless after his shower. Ilitia’s hanging out in his room. She claims she can’t go to her own room. There are probably paparazzi peeking in the window! They might break down the door! So why doesn’t Brandon do the job she brought him to do? {Which job is she talking about?} “What do you want me to do, go shoot everyone in the lobby?” he asks. Ilitia says probably the whole town has her room number. No way is she sleeping alone, she says, sitting on his bed. “So what are you planning to do, sleep here with me in my bed?” he asks, stretching out and getting comfy and arranging his abdominales de lavadero to maximum advantage. Ilitia peeks at him over her shoulder, biting her lip.
Vicky’s back at home, drinking water in the kitchen and asking herself how she can be jealous of herself. Well, of Marianela, who no longer exists. She is Victoria now. Nereida sneaks in and chloroforms her. She’s still holding the cloth to her face when she hears Emanuel calling through the house for Victoria.
At the hospital, Muñeca begs the doctor to save Lowrenzo’s life. The doc says he’ll do everything he can; he understands how worried she must be and afraid of losing him. “What, this jerk? No, you misunderstand. I don’t care about him, but he can’t die before he tells me where my son Cristián is.”
Oliver babbles to himself in his bedroom as he wipes off the makeup and pulls off the wig. Blah blah I miss Manolo; I have to get her back, etc. Jose Maria watches from the doorway, confused. “I was just getting used to the idea of his being in love with that young man, and now it turns out he’s a transvestite, too?”
Ilitia paces back and forth. “Stop that! It’s late; go to bed!” Brandon says. Ilitia claims she can’t because of all the mobs of fans and such. She tells Brandon he’s a disaster as a cop and as a bodyguard. He tells her to quit the hysterical brattiness because he’s tired of it. He says she can sleep here and he’ll keep watch outside. “What?! You’re leaving?” He exits and Ilitia flops down on the bed, still dressed, and whines that she’s here all alone while Emanuel is cheating on her.
Emanuel barges into the kitchen but Nereida and MV are gone. He picks up the glass off the floor and wonders what that’s about. Benigno walks in, also looking for Victoria. Nereida huddles with unconscious MV in the hall.
Emiliano goes to the pensión to have a very serious conversation about Fedra Curiel with Chema.
Nereida has dragged MV into Bernardo’s room, and Fedra is ready with medical supplies. Nereida nervously asks what she plans to do. She isn’t really going to kill her, is she? Nereida wants to leave, but Fedra says if she does, she’ll cut out her tongue so she can’t say anything. Ner decides to stay. Fedra puts on gloves and ties a band around MV’s arm.
Emil asks JM what Fedra’s earlier life was like. JM says she lived on a fancy yacht with a rich dude who enjoyed all the vices money can buy. Netty is surprised to hear that Fedra really did have money. She’d always thought that Fedra came from the gutter. She asks Chema if he also came from illustrious ancestry. He says the only things he had were dignity and honor. Netty swoons. Emil says he must know more. Where did Fedra come from? Who was she really? Chema says he shouldn’t be asking a complete stranger about the identity of the woman he’s been married to for more than a quarter-century. Why doesn’t he ask her?
Ilitia has ordered dinner. She invites Brandon in to eat with her. He says he doesn’t eat when he’s on duty. She says she’s the boss and she’s ordering him to eat with her. He retorts that his job is to be her bodyguard, not to keep her pathetic lonely self company. She seems surprised at how difficult he’s making this.
Emiliano warns Netty that that guy could be dangerous. Netty says she can take care of herself. Emanuel walks in, looking for Victoria. He’s checked everywhere and can’t find her, and she isn’t answering her phone. Netty immediately starts to worry that Fedra has something to do with this. Emil scoffs. Netty insists. Fedra would do anything to get that girl out of the house. What if she’s killed her? Emiliano says Fedra may be greedy, but she’s not a serial killer. Netty is not at all sure about that. She’s convinced Fedra was involved in the deaths of Eva and Luis Felipe. Emiliano sighs but Eman raises his eyebrows like, “yeah, that’s probably true.”
Fedra takes MV’s fingerprints. Nereida wonders why she’s doing that. Fedra says she can’t stop thinking that Victoria is La Gorda. No way, says Nereida. Not possible that this beauty could be that fatty. “Look, idiot, everything is possible in this life,” Fedra says, removing the rings she had put back on over the latex gloves in order to remove the gloves. She collects the fingerprints and blood sample to go get proof.
Netty and Emanuel have coffee. Emanuel doesn’t like her making accusations like that about Fedra to Emiliano. Netty says she’s sorry to have to say these things about Eman’s mother, but she’s pretty sure they’re true. She definitely knows that Fedra tried to kill Mari with poison. Netty pleads with Emanuel not to make the same mistake with Victoria that he made with Marianela. Now that he knows how dangerous Fedra is, he’s got to believe she’ll do anything to get Vicky away from him. He has to protect Victoria. He agrees, but asks her not to talk about stuff like that in front of Emiliano, whose sensitive little world will crumble when he discovers all Fedra’s lies. The poor guy doesn’t even know what Emanuel has suspected for years. “I know what you’re talking about,” Netty says. “Really?” She says she had a cow when he and Marianela were novios, because they were first cousins, but then Mari told her what Máximo said. Well, yes. But if Emiliano is given proof, it will break his soul. Netty asks if he’s sure it’s true that he isn’t Emiliano’s biological son. He says he hasn’t gotten proof, but he’s quite certain. In fact, he thinks he even knows the name of his father. “Who?” Netty asks. But they are interrupted by Chema. “The son of Fedra Curiel! We meet again!” Chema says.
Emanuel asks what this associate of Fedra’s lawyer is doing in Netty’s house. Chema says he knows Fedra because he worked for her father for many years, and when he arrived in the city he looked for her to see if she could hook him up with a job. She was probably just embarrassed to introduce a poor humble guy to her son. Uh, whatever, Eman says. He praises Chema’s honesty (!) and gives him his card and says maybe he can find him a job. Eman says they have lots to talk about regarding Fedra’s life, but he seems to feel no urgency in the matter, because he says goodnight and leaves.
Fedra and Nereida scuttle through the house with MV. Those boots might not be leopard print. They’re definitely ugly, though. Fedra hustles back to the hall all out of breath and Jorge wanders in and wonders if Emanuel and Victoria are home yet. Fedra tells him they’re having some stupid romantic dinner on a pedestrian bridge, and it’s right next to a hotel so they’ll probably just spend the night there. “And how did you happen to see them there?” Jorge asks. “Oh, I was just following them, you know…” “LIAR! You were at that hotel to get revenge on me! DADDY!” Kristel shrieks. Fedra tries to shut her up, but Kristel will not be cowed. “I’m going to tell Daddy what you did to me, and I’m also going to tell him that you’ve been having an affair for years with Lorenzo Porta López!” she yells. Around the corner, Nereida (hovering over limp MV) perks up at that hot bit of gossip. Jorge calmly excuses himself to go to the hotel and look for Em and MV. Kristel yells that Fedra, who’s pretending all this crap about recovering the love of her children, is the worst filth in the world! The very worst! Fedra says Kristel did the same to her, knocking boots with Low after Fedra specifically forbade that. “I am never going to forgive you, nunca, never, ever!” says Kristel. Kristel tries to rampage on to Daddy, but Fedra grabs her from behind and clamps a hand over her mouth.
Nereida drags MV across the marble floor.
In the study, Fedra tells Kristel that Lowrenzo is dead. Mauricio killed him, and he was going to kill Kristel next, but Fedra hopped in the sack with him in exchange for having Kristel’s life spared. Kristel cries.
Ilitia opens the door and hollers for Brandon, but he doesn’t answer. She slams the door and tosses over the dinner cart and the table, yelling “I hate you! I hate you!” She slumps down on the floor in tears, and Brandon rushes in, wondering what’s going on. “I had to make a big scene to get your attention,” she says. “You’re drunk,” he observes. “A tiny bit,” she admits. She gets up and hangs on him and snuggles up and he tries to resist.
Kristel calls Lowrenzo and is super relieved when he answers and isn’t dead. He confirms that Malicio stabbed him, but he says he would never leave this world without her. Foreshadowing?
MV wakes up on her bed and wonders how she got there. She notices the ink on her fingers and immediately figures out that with the prints, Fedra is going to figure out that she’s Marianela. Emanuel finds her there and wonders where she’s been. She says she’s just been there, resting. He says that’s not true; he looked for her and she was nowhere to be found, and he called her phone millions of times and she didn’t answer, and he’s been going crazy. What’s up? She unconvincingly claims everything is fine. He doesn’t believe her and wants to stay there in her room for the night to protect her. She pushes him out while he protests that he misses her and needs her.
Kristel visits Lowrenzo in the hospital. He says he needs a big favor. He left Cristián with a certain someone. “I need you to go for our son.”
Muñeca has invited Garduño to her house for a chat, much to his surprise. She says she appreciates that he’s always treated her as an intelligent and respectable lady, in spite of the other stuff he’s done. She reminds him of what he said the last time they saw each other, that to be with her he’d be willing to get rid of Lowrenzo. “That’s why you wanted to see me? You want me to get rid of him? If the reward is being with you, I’ll gladly do it.” Muñeca nervously agrees. She wants that jerk to pay for what he’s done to her.
Avances: Brandon and Ilitia starkers in the sheets. Emanuel and MV smooch and he says he wants to marry her. Jorge teams up with Fedra to separate Em & MV.
Más rápido cae un hablador que un cojo – A bigmouth falls faster than a lame man
Guarura -- bodyguard
Pelos de lote – lots of hair
Aferrada – anchored, attached
Zancudo revoloteando – fluttering crane (Brandon comparing Ilitia to a nervous skinny bird)
Alcurnia – ancestry
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