Caray, Caray!

Last night's cliff-hanger (Fred begging Ana not to marry his rival) is swiftly resolved. She shuts him down.

Chacho is still freaking out about the urologist (who he calls "the violator"). Nice to see a case of *male* infertility in the media for a change.

Boy, does Vins look sleazy. He's scheming with his boy hacker via a webcam in a public internet cafe, planning crime and destruction while bored-looking Mexicans check Facebook on either side of him. He's silly in his hat and sunglasses.

Rebe's dad glowers menacingly when he finds out that his ex was out with a younger man, but nothing comes of it. In fact, forget I wrote anything.

Pina lets Kari know that, even though the girl has her support in most things, amor hermoso belongs with Ana. Kari is unconvinced.

I am quite surprised at how little input Enzo is given in his own wedding. He doesn't even know what he'll be wearing, let alone what day the wedding will be. There's a storm in Monterrey, and all the flights have been cancelled. Chela gets really mad, which I could possibly understand if they hadn't thrown this wedding together the day before yesterday! I mean, was she really in such a bridal haze that she did not conceive of scheduling mixups like this? She flips out, and the girls (Candi and Lupita) kind of fall into a sort of a sympathetic freakout. Finally, once he realizes there's no other option, he decides he will drive. I'm somewhat confused at how horrified everyone is by this concept. They all gasp. Drive? Who could conceive of such a barbarity?!

Meanwhile, Frida is asking her boss for some extra money so she can look really good and make Monica jealous. The word she uses is "tupirla," meaning to squeeze or compact. Ew.

In another Pancho-Rebe baby scene, they change diapers and give a rather egregious product placement for some "pure, natural" nappies. Shameless. I guess they're trying to pack 'em in before the show stops, and they couldn't think of anything more subtle.

Kari makes yet another appearance at Fred's house. It's the baby, she says, skip the wedding and come to the doctor with me - I feel weird.

Predictably (I guess Chela saw it coming too), Enzo's car breaks down. He calls her to tell her what happens, but only gets as far as "I've got some bad news" before the cell signal is lost, leaving all the girls back in D.F. in utter hysterics. If only they had brought Pepe with them, Moni whines. Enzo decides to hitchhike, and after some trouble picking up a ride, Enzo employs the nuclear option from the hitchhiker's playbook - doing yoga in front of an oncoming produce truck (personally, I would choose a smaller car to step in front of, on account of its shorter stopping distance). He succeeds, and he and his daughter nestle into the back of the pickup truck, surrounded by luggage and fresh fruit!

Rebe's mom is trying to keep her promise and stay with the babies, but she keeps thinking about her youthful galan. She dumps the kids on Chucha and goes to make mushy eyes at him. He is very sweet to the cougar.

Chela really needs to get a grip. She's going crazy, and even wishes for death (seriously). While Chela bawls, Enzo and daughter get dropped off at the edge of some market somewhere. They get directions and Enzo pays the truck driver to defray his gas costs. Overjoyed, the driver gives a papaya as his mark of esteem. Then the weary travelers (Moni is whinging about the smell of the market) hop on some bicycles, ask for directions, and are on their merry way.

At the hospital (man, this show has really been monopolizing the studio's hospital set this past week or two - maybe shows in their final chapters get priority), Kari comes out of the doc's office in tears. There's been a terrible accident and the baby has been lost. Fred gives her a grudging hug, thinking that he'd rather be at the wedding fuming at Adrian. Either there was really a tragic failure of the pregnancy, or this is Kari's most brazen ploy to date.

The weary cyclists make it up the final hill, and a gasping Enzo thrusts the papaya into Pancho's hands. Someone informs the girls and then the priest, who had been in the process of informing the altar boy and the gilded crucified jesus statue that this wedding was not going to happen (no man, no marriage, right senor?). Enzo and Chela hurry to get dressed in their "traditional" Mexican attire (skin-tight mariachi for him, and I-forget-what-it's-called for her).

The ceremony goes off quite smoothly, except for a brief instant of panic over whether Vins, one of the designated witnesses, would show up. Eventually he does, evincing a foul mood and a ready sneer.

At the reception, though, things get real between Frida and Monica. They lock themselves in the bathroom and have a bit of a scuffle. Ana and Lupita bust down the door (sweet) and break up the fight. I bet Pepe will never hear the end of this from his two sisters.

The bride and groom do a -how can I put this in a culturally sensitive way- goofy dance to "la cucaracha," and everything is wrapped up for today. Tomorrow though, it looks like Fernanda might begin her deathward spiral. Back to the hospital set!

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