Caray, Caray!

Sam and Mauro are having playtime out on the lawn when she asks him if he really loves her. He assures her with tears in his eyes that he really, really does. She says then he should help the Robles, because they're important to her. So fascinating to see a future protagonista practice her bargaining power.

In the boys' jail, Fermin gets thrown into solitary for attacking Rubio. He struggles mightily, even though that's pretty much the only safe spot in the whole place. Take a break, Fer. There will be plenty of other opportunities to be a punching bag when you're rested up. 

Gala visits Salo and slips him some money because she knows "you have to pay for things in this place." She assures him that she knows he and his family are good people. They talk around their (fake) relationship and (fake) breakup and finally agree that it was best, especially considering their current (fake) old/new boyfriend/girlfriend. Salo thought-bubbles "but I didn't plan to fall in love with you" as she turns and walks away, dripping tears. 

Esteban visits Kenzo and gives him kudos for defending Nandy. Ken says he had no choice: he loves her. Esteban is supportive. He goes on to relay the sad news that no lawyer will take their case: they all seem to be afraid of something. They then talk about ballistics(!) for an absurdly long time that could have been spent checking on the dog-rabbit. Priorities, people.

Sweet Pepa's pretty much a basket case after his close call with becoming a jailhouse commodity. Salo comes in with a box and says he used Gala's money to get him something for his birthday. (They sell birthday presents in there? Maybe it's just the box.) He promises him a better birthday next year, which is a pretty safe bet, obvi.

In the girls' jail, our gang is walking out to the exercise-and-public-mocking yard when Dr. Monica suddenly collapses, foaming at the mouth. Everyone immediately assumes that Ginebra poisoned her, so I guess she's not quite as sneaky as she thinks. Sorry, everyone: Dr. M is history. Of course we're all sad, but we saw it coming. 

Mauro goes to visit Mir and they chew face for a hot minute before getting into the usual argument about where everyone's loyalties lie. They don't believe each other, and we don't believe either of them. No resolution, but he does warn her that loose lips sink ships, and she flashes back to foamy Monica and freaks further. 

Everybody and their familial accessories are at the Empresa for some reason. Sandro hands Eder a coffee cup with super glue on it and Eder gets his hand stuck. Sam offers advice on how they used to use motor oil to clean their hands after trash-picking in the aquatic park, which horrifies Gin. Through all of the recriminations, Sandro blankly maintains his innocence. (Was it him, or did Gin somehow set it all up just to create chaos? Not that we care; we hate both of them.)

In the middle of all this, Humberto and Porfirio show up. Hum cleans up real good; Por not so much. There's some pretty impressive cowboy-lawyer talk, but it's mostly just setup. 

Gin drags Filipa into her office and gives her a good slap, apparently for making a mess in the middle of what is supposed to be her mess. Gin reminds her what she owes her and Mauro: when Fil was trying to save her marriage to Kenzo, they sold her that kid! And then she went and let herself get divorced anyway! Sounds like having Filipa (and therefore Kenzo) in their pocket was part of the long-term plan, and you know how Gin gets when her plans are disrupted. She forces Filipa through a Maoist self-recrimination session ("Soy una estupida! Soy una estupida!") before telling her that if she can't make herself useful alive, she might be more useful dead. Yikes.

In other news:

* Gala asks Monito to tell her the story of how he met Sam. He agrees, but first he needs a taco. 

* Gin releases the photo of Paz and Esteban embracing in the park all over the internet, further fueling the media frenzy. 

* Esteban zooms out to all the employees of the Empresa and promises them their jobs and salaries are safe. 

* Nandy assures a confused Kenzo that being attracted to her doesn't make him gay, because she is a woman. 

* I'm all for Cinderella stories, but I'm not feeling the Gala/Salo thing. What do a TikTok fashionista and a freelance plumber with an anger management problem even talk about? You can't build whole relationship on roller-skating, ice cream, and mutual trauma. 

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