Caray, Caray!

Julio and Marisela drag Richi back to his place and try to get him cleaned up and fed. He's still wallowing in self-pity, but Mari is very solicitous and makes him a nice steak. He's even less attractive than usual and Julio flat-out tells him he smells like wet dog, so it must be love.

Paty congratulates Roger on how he faced down Killeronica. He confesses to her that the crazy witch has something on him: a tape recording of his illicit business activities. Que que not-so-casual what? And it wasn't only Nick Donavon, either: he admits had dealings with...Ury Petrovsky. Paty is muy impactada: "The Ury Petrovsky THAT NEARLY KILLED MY AMIGUI?" "I just wanted Alma and Jesus separated," Roger whimpers, "And it got out of hand! I'm a delinquent! I should be the one in jail, not Almita..." He seems to be working up to turn himself in. I hope Paty's ready to be a single parent.


The pediatrician tells Jesus and Chatita that little Luisa has a throat infection, and that sort of thing can be very dangerous in a child this age. Jesus must not believe him, because he seems remarkably calm for a first-time baby daddy. (Well, he's already proven that he knows way more than Chatita or Minerva.) They take the temperature in her little ear, give her a couple prescriptions, and Chatita puts an alcohol-soaked cotton ball in her belly-button. I'm not sure if that's a folk remedy or what, but it looks kinda fun.

Astudillo visits Alma in prison and slips her a family photo and some cash for her new friend. Miracle of miracles, Alma has remembered something about that fateful night: a "funny smell" in the car. Astudillo is pole-axed. A funny smell! OMG! What can it mean??? Better run off and tell Jesus.

Alma pays off the resident thug, who tells her that's fine for a first installment, and spends the rest of the night whining to her insomniac bunkie. She fondles the picture and has kissy-face flashbacks and cries and wonders if she'll ever see her baby again. Oh, and there's a soppy love letter from Jesus who just saw her, like, twenty minutes ago. Then the roomie starts nattering on about breast milk and just when I think I might have to grab a bucket of my own she switches to a very satisfying story about her ex's last moments -- you know, the one she killed, when he was begging for forgiveness and all. Whew. Estrogen poisoning narrowly averted.

Vero pays off the thugs and tells them to make themselves scarce, but the short one implies that she might not have seen the last of him. He says she'll never know when he might "cruzar her camino" again. If he really wants to be scary, he needs to take some acting lessons from mala-suerte guy in the Allstate commercial.

Jesus calls Delia and tells her about the funny smell. Can they get Alma's car out of impound and give it the official funny-smell test? Delia reminds him that it's not her jurisdiction, but he tells her the baby has a fever and that does it. She'll take care of it first thing in the morning.

Apparently there's nothing like trumped-up murder charges to bring on the romantic memories. Jesus reads a letter from Alma, imagines her there with him, and tells her, I dunno, a bunch of romantic stuff. We're both looking at the same moon, blah blah blah yawn. 

Julio and Aida are having another go at it. They're at her apartment and her Mom has gone home to Tampico and the door is locked and NOTHING IS GOING TO INTERRUPT THEM THIS TIME. They start tearing off their clothes while standing on opposite sides of the room, which is an interesting approach, but eventually they make it to the couch, whereupon Julio trips over an electrical cord, which yanks out of the wall socket and bursts into flames. Aida grinches that now it's dark, as if that's some kind of impediment to romance, and they decide to get out the toolbox and try to fix the faceplate. They act silly with the flashlight and eventually electrocute themselves. Electrocuted Julio is very funny. Fortunately they survive, but of course they don't have enough energy left to get their swerve on.

Jesus checks Luisita's temperature the Chatita way, by giving her a kiss on the head. She winds up a microscopic noogiefist and clocks him one. Attagirl!

Roger has suddenly discovered that babies poop, and it smells bad. He talks Paty into diaper duty. She is of course super-competent at it but reminds Rog that he owes her BIG. Fortunately she's willing to take it in trade. He makes a vague gesture in the general area of her near-fatal stab wound and asks if it's okay, but naturally the only doctor in Monterrey was chosen on the basis of his skill in getting his patients back in the saddle, so yeah, totally. I love the way everybody parks their infants right in the bedroom. I imagine Fernandito's pretty cute but he's always covered up by the subtitles, so I've never actually seen him.

Delia and the official police funnysmellologist have been all through Alma's car and found nothing, but Super Jesus says what about the air-conditioning? You know, air, smells, all that? And sure enough, there's some kind of object in there that doesn't belong. What can it mean??? (I think we're all going to have to chip in and hire some cheerleaders to spell out C-H-L-O-R-O-F-O-R-M for these poor saps.)

Richi finally gets cleaned up and falls all over himself apologizing to Maricela. She says they've both made mistakes, they've both put it behind them, and now it's time for them to be pobres enamorados together. They kiss passionately. Vicki walks in and sees them and, in her first class act, walks out again. Mari asks Rich if he slept with Vicki, and he says yes. Right here in this bed? "Yes, but it meant nothing -- I love you and only you." They get back down to business, but she won't go near the bed -- at the scene cut, it looks like they're headed for the ottoman. Somebody's going to have a backache tomorrow.

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