Caray, Caray!

Kenzo is venting histrionically to Esteban. All of this -- his ex, his kid, his not-kid, the money laundering -- is too much. He can't handle it! He feels nauseous! He wants to vomit! He must have missed the panic attack class last week and had to do a make-up lab. Esteban reminds him to breathe and assures him that they'll get through this together. After all, he's doing such a great job of managing his own household, why not take over Kenzo's, too?

Fobo continues to school Elvira in all the ways Gin is suspicious. She resists his arguments, but he points out that as her bodyguard, his first and only job is to guard her body (jeje -- he doesn't actually phrase it that way, but we're all thinking it.) He finally convinces her to "test" Gin by taking her out of the will and seeing how she reacts. Dude, are you nuts??? He better be glued to her side every second from here to the  lawyer's office, because that French Shooter is still out there.

Gin rounds the corner of Casa Roble just as Esteban and Paz are disentangling from one of their shmoopy goodbyes. How did she know to go there? Did she come straight from the railyard? Oh, who cares. I only peek out from under my beanie to take notes. 

Much fraught yakking ensues, culminating with Gin and Esteban both drawing and aiming their...cellphones. Gin threatens to have the whole family killed, while Esteban threatens to tattle to  Mommy. 

Those don't really seem like offsetting threats, but apparently they are, because the next thing we know everyone -- including a fieldable roster of Robles -- is inside the house. Gin announces she's taking her "daughter" home. Cue the screaming, crying, insults, threats, full-body door-blocking, and that freaked-out-kid face that Samlunamaria does so well. Paz finally realizes that kidnapping the same child a second time is probably not a good look and stands down. Gin leaves with Sam, closely followed by Esteban, who assures Paz he will keep her safe. (He's gone from Esteban Disculpas to Esteban Confia en Mi. Again, not a good track record, but at least it turns down the volume and advances the plot.)

Kenzo has assembled his brace of spawn in his office, where he informs them that Filipa has lifted the restraining order and something something...I'm distracted by the entrance of Nandy in an adorable soccer-referee outfit, which seems appropriate for the occasion. She tries to sweet-talk them again but gives up and turns tail mercifully quickly. Ken drones on about their relationship, his relationship, etc. Jero remains disapproving but less stridently so; Sandro retains his usual poisonous glare. Gotta hand it to this child actor: he made us hate him from Day One, and we have not wavered for an instant. That's (a kind of) talent.

Mauro dons his cat-burglar garb and materializes in Gio's bedroom, claps his hand over her mouth and explains her options to her: she will pipe down, get up, get dressed, and either a) retract her  denunciation of Bosco, or b) Mauro will...by golly...tell this scary man-bun here to kill her. (How did they both get in there? Does Gio take Ambien? Abdul's not even wearing a special outfit!) She seems to take this seriously. I'm guessing her parents still aren't home, although it's not clear they'd care if they were. 

Humberto returns to his police-tape-swathed apartment, brandishes some papers at Castro in a cowboy-lawyerly fashion, and explains his options to him: he will tidy up, take his men, and clear out, or Hum will file a lawsuit accusing the whole law-enforcement community of not being able to keep track of their criminals. He sweetens the deal by promising Castro the biggest collar of his career. 

Elvira accosts Gin at Villa Villa: she checked with her publisher, and "editorial meetings at the border" are not a thing. Where was she, and why is she lying? Gin cycles through her full complement of manipulative reactions -- haughtiness, anger, guilt trips, hurt feelings, tears, obliquely blaming Elias -- but this time, nothing works. Elvira tells her she's taking her out of the will. Gin fumbles, then recovers: of course, Mama; I understand. The important thing is our relationship. Damn.

Gin calls Mauro, who is busy packing a bag for Gio so "it looks like she's gone on a trip." Gin tells him not to kill her...yet. She needs her alive. 

In the final scene, Mir lures Mauro to her house -- presumably with a booty call -- but upon arriving he is confronted by...I don't know, a bunch of Robles and stuff, who employ various non-violent tactics to pressure him into selling out Ginebra. These include: appealing to his better nature; saying he has to choose between Gin and Mireya; enumerating his crimes and pointing out that cooperating could reduce his inevitable jail sentence; and playing the Sam card. ("You love that little girl, and she loves you!") He coldly informs them that Ginebra cannot be stopped. Can't they see that? 

He finally turns to Mireya and asks if it's actually possible that she could ever forgive him. She hesitates and then says yes, she could, IF he changes his ways...

In other news:

* Hum, Esteban, Kenzo and Filipa are plotting Operation End of Ginebra with a schematic made out of...scrap paper and yarn. This is the big plan? Well, they've been drinking. 

* The Robles put a black wreath over the front door for Fermin. (Shouldn't it be on the roof?) And...is that a box of ashes? That was quick! There must be a crematorium next to every DNA lab. 

* Gala brings a fleet car to the barrio so she can teach Salo how to drive. Amazingly, they don't hit anything. 

* Is anyone even looking for Rubio? No one has so much as mentioned his name, even though he just shot a man dead at point-blank range in front of two witnesses and probably even left behind some quasi-human DNA. I mean, he sure looks like he sheds.

* After all the yowling and plotzing and French-farce entrances and exits and injudicious revelation of secrets and secret knowing of other people's secrets, I've completely lost track of who knows what about whom. I guess I should have had some yarn. 

* Humberto shows Por a fake ID he's planning to use to get into Fermin's safe deposit box first thing tomorrow morning. Stay tuned!

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