Caray, Caray!

While Alejandra laments with Paula over the major guilt trip the ever-scheming strategizing Carlos has laid on her, Gustavo promises his client that tomorrow will bring them a second audience/trial and he will manage to win over Oscar-winning Witchy Wife de Lorenza's blackmail  (gawd how Viewerville's missed Margarita Magaña) which he's certain the judge saw through.  "--Yes, it's said that you don't know who you really married until you get divorced."  It's good he didn't rule today.  (She's got to prove what she claims and she won't be able to?  Sorry, dude.  My money's on Lori.)

Leonardo visits Olivia to see how she's holding up.  She mentions Victoria's suggestion Oli go public to encourage other victims of The Dimpled Descarado to come forth to testify against him. Otherwise the dip-shit  the scoundrel pretty much skates.  Leo advises her to do this and set a shining example to those who are otherwise too ashamed to come forth.  As an attorney she would ask this of her client but she's afraid to do so in her own situation.  They agree that others have had much worse in life happen to them; this is so little in comparison, especially to what they witness daily at the firm in their line of work .  Leonardo expresses his admiration for Oli how she stands up for what's right in defense of her clients, and even now in pressing charges.  (Time to walk the walk not just talk the talk, shweetheart.)

Roberto gets a surprise visit from some guy who must be a famous Mexican soccer star that supposedly went to school with Roberto.  They were on the high school soccer team together.  He's throwing himself a birthday bash and inviting all the old team to celebrate with him.  Rob says great and it's a date.  (More kidding I didn't totally follow.)

Leo tells Oli (and thereby talks himself out of his own funk, methinks) that she was the victim of somebody who betrayed her trust, a criminal besides.  She's got nothing to be ashamed of--could've happened to anybody!   He admires her for even considering to take this extra step.   He'll see about getting her with  a journalist that the firm fully trusts. Oli thus agrees--Yep: she'll do a spot on prime time so that other victims will drop a dime on the slime --providing Leo's to be there (as moral support) when she's interviewed.  Of course he will!  It's settled.

Across the hall, Rob asks Victoria to go with him to a dinner--he doesn't want to go without date. She turns him down flat.  Is this supposed to flatter her, she asks.  Certainly he's got numerous ex lovers and old high school ex-girfriends, maybe some friends with bennies to ask? She's dating somebody and sorry, but she will always be busy--to him.

Further down the hall, Ricardo meets with Starving Kid Dad to plan strategy.  They got a second doc's opinion which all in all is sure to win the case.

Across town, Carlos visits the Chief Crook n Bottle Basher (who's still stylin' sunglasses 24X7) in jail to tell him he'll take his case.  Whatever travesty they've accused him of, he swears it wasn't him nor his fault and so on. Get him owdaheah and he'll have a faithful friend the rest of  his life.  Carlos will also be very well compensated for his efforts.  In fact he'll send over one of his "associates" with a down payment this very day.  Carlos smiles and gets sort of handsy with Mr. Big N Bad. (Ugh, obnoxious is as queasy does.) "--We all deserve a fair hearing and trial. Leave it all to me."

Carlos then advises Mr. Big N Bad to give him all the details about the incidents in question so that the opposing attorney/s don't hit them at the last minute with a fact for which he's not prepared.  Mr. Bad's way ahead of him there.  He's very careful about tying up his loose ends.....(Wink, wink.  Bwahahahahah!) Carlos smiles.  "--You're in safe hands."  He smiles and his handy gets sort of handsy with Mr. Big N Bad. Yep, Carlos seems to have this compartmentalizing of his new found social conscience down pat.  Mr. Big lays on him a big psychotic smile.  (By now, Viewerville has no doubt this cookie is kookie, a certifiable non compos mentos, having no mentos in his compos--or compost, as it were--as dear Eugene in TWD might say.)

Ric the Brick, shows once again he's worthy as stepdad material by calling Elena's kids; he immediately gets conned by Elena to take the kids and her out to the movies  He feels something's...er up... but doesn't shy away from it likebefore.

Leo tells Rob about his convo with Oli.  Rob looks up one of his trustworthy journalist contacts, one of his many in the stable.    Lisbet's been chomping at the bit shall we say, anxious to be taken out for a ride.  He's got a great professional bit of bidnez for her to hear about.  She agrees to come to dinner at his place.  Leo's frustrated that the guy only had to ask her the favor and done. Rob confesses.  "--Why not take advantage of the call to mix bidnez with pleasure?"

That night Juan and The Girl Next Door have dinner together and discuss their amazement that in all this time they've lived in the same neighborhood and never got together.  Oh, she's had her eye on him since early on--second semester-- in high school QQ.  Seven years already. And Juan is her Justiciero, her Avenger, a knight in shining white. Good lord!  Is that the hairy eyeball she's now giving him???  FF>>  FF>>

Ale stops in to visit Ric in his office but alas, he's left for the day.  Ale hopefully realizes she'd better get her 'loves me-loves me not' act together soon.  Shes' put off balance a bit and tells Carmen she'll come back in the morning for whatever it was she needed him for.

Meanwhile, Elena and family get back with Ric from the movies.  (Ok. Ok.  Is it just me, or who wears a cocktail dress, let alone a suit and tie, to the movies with their kids these days?)  Elena makes her move and persuades him to stay for dinner. She'll make him one of his favorites.  She looks seductively over her shoulder at him and he does not flinch as before.  (Ok.  So now she's going to cook in said cocktail wear?)

Roberto's request is NO problem with Ms. SJW Journalist.  Now that the appetizer's out of the way, Rob agrees it's time to enjoy each other for din-din. From "passe de deber a placer" [passing from duty to pleasure].

Ric's brickwork is seemingly beginning to crumble.  Elena makes him feel literally right at home.

Ale arrives home.  Paula and posse try persuading Ale not to let the grass grow too long or the Ex will snatch him back.  Besides she'll feel much better about herself telling Ric she's decided against a relationship with Carlos.

The next morning the taping of the t.v. interview's done.  Nothing scandalous all things considered, in the way the interview was handled.  It's very straightforward and open and Oli's vulnerability is handled tastefully by Lisbet, much to her SJW credentialing credit.  Oli makes her plea.  Leo's there the entire time.  When it's over he tells her again how much he admires her and what she's just done.

Ric's definitely earning his pile o' pesos in court today.  When Dieting Daughter testifies, Ric skillfully gets her to spout off  more caloric counts and dietary details than a nutrition major twice her age should know.  He suggests she might be a bit hot and to feel free taking off her quilted jacket and sweater.  The girl is all skin and bone.  When it's over she says she's ready to head off to the gym for a bit.  Ric manages to get Ex Wife to show her excessively abusive and outrageous ideas--all her brainwashing balderdash--about dealing with nutrition in her methods of child rearing in such a frenzied and self-righteous way that makes us all want to reach into the TV screen and choke her.  Mission accomplished--and her lawyer knows it.   

The final touch is when Ric like a legal brick from on high, hands in as evidence a court approved pediatric psychiatrist's report that the girl seems (borderline?) bulimic.  Bada bing, bada boom.

Sr. Perez has now returned to Vicki's office to tell her he's decided not to press charges against his wife now that he knows where she and his son are.  (Now, Fabian Robles could have been a terrific door #3 but alas he's been cast against type and no way either Ale or Vicki could ever see him as a Mr. Right.  Sigh....)

At the same time across the uptown of downtown, Carlos has a visitor to the office who looks like Mr. Clean's ex-con evil twin, Mr. Mean, bring a suitcase full of unmarked pesos.  Mr. Mean advises Carlos that he'd better make it quick cuz the boss man is eager to get out of the clink. Carlos smugly insists he's the best lawyer in the whole of Mexico.  Mr. Mean guffaws.  "--Sure.  Well, seeing is believing."  "--It will be done and it will be pdq, not to worry."  Mr. Mean struts out of the office.  Carlos watches him through the glass wall of his office and the wheels of ... er...fortune begin turning once again.

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