LATIN LOVER NARRATOR: Ah, friends, we've had our highs and lows.
Jane married, but then, of course, Michael died.
And three years later,
she was still trying to move on.
And then, the strangest thing happened.
I love you, so much.
LATIN LOVER NARRATOR: I know. Whoa, right?
But here's the thing: Rafael wanted to be with Petra,
but Petra was hesitant, because, well...
We were terrible together.
And now we have these two happy kids.
LATIN LOVER NARRATOR: Plus, she had this new thing going with Chuck,
the owner of the Fairwick Hotel next door.
But eventually, Raf won her over.
Yeah, he can be pretty relentless.
Which brings me to his sister, Luisa.
See, he didn't quite trust her, or her new girlfriend, Eileen.
If you want to be in my sister's life,
we need to do some medical tests.
And it turns out, Raf was right to be suspicious, because...
You do realize, when you pass
this medical exam, you leave the country.
Or I will have you killed, make no mistake.
LATIN LOVER NARRATOR: Yup, that's right:
Eileen was really the crime lord Sin Rostro.
Which brings us to Scott.
I mean, dead Scott.
See, the police recently identified his killer,
and it was Eileen.
And so, Rafael lied
and told his sister his cancer was back,
and lured her back to the Marbella.
And then, this happened...
Don't move.
(gasp) No!
LATIN LOVER NARRATOR: I know! What a wild ride, huh?
And, speaking of...
after breakups and make-ups and a horrible reality show
that Rogelio filmed with his ex, Darcy,
Jane's parents finally found their way back to each other.
And they wanted a fairy tale wedding.
But, of course, this isn't a fairy tale,
it's a telenovela.
So let's dive in.
Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today
to witness a rite of passage.
By now, you know that the Villanueva women
have been by each other's side, in sickness and in health,
for richer and poorer...
It's my dream.
...through first loves...
His name is Adam,
and he's kind of artistic.
...and first heartbreaks...
I promise, you will fall in love again.
I won't. Not like that.
...through births...
...and baptisms.
...and of the Son,
and of the Holy Spirit.
And even deaths.
And so, of course, they were together for this latest event
in the circle of life.
Okay! I'm ordained!
That was so easy.
No, but their swag game is on point.
Ooh, for $9 more,
I could get the "Tell It On The Mountain" package.
It comes with a parking placard
and a bumper sticker.
(laughs)
Do you think I need a tote?
Hmm.
Shouldn't there be some kind of template
for what to say at the wedding?
Actually, your dad and I were kind of hoping
that you'd come up with something personal.
We want the ceremony
only you could give us.
Oh! Of course. Of course.
Since you're a writer, right?
Yeah, no, I was just meaning as, like, a guide.
But, yeah, definitely, this is a Jane Villanueva joint.
I will just do a little research,
and I'll write the whole ceremony.
Yay!
Make sure you really wow us.
(chuckles) The full waterworks.
Don't hold back.
(high-pitched): Great!
Ah.
JANE: Please, God. Please, God.
Please. Please.
WEATHERMAN: And here's breaking news on the weather front.
As of now, it looks like tropical storm Dolly
is gonna just miss Miami.
ALL: Yes!
Whoo! Okay.
Time to ditch the rain contingency Plan B binders,
and go back to the original checklist.
Did you call the Palapa Yacht Club
and confirm our final head count?
Done. Programs?
Printed. Paparazzi?
"Accidentally" tipped off.
Enemies list?
All your ex-wives and ex-agents
send their regrets.
Marc Anthony is attending, and per your instructions,
he will be be asked "Who are you?" and turned away.
Excellent! You're on fire!
I know, right?
No, you're actually on fire!
Oh. Not again.
I have everything under control!
(chuckles): Don't worry.
I'm totally panicking.
LATIN LOVER NARRATOR: Well, almost everything.
I keep trying to write the ceremony,
and... I just feel stuck.
So, I was thinking that maybe
you could help me with the structure, as a colleague.
But way more important and legit.
I suspect your parents just want you to speak from the heart.
Right. But maybe also around a central unifying theme,
which you can suggest.
You know what?
Here's an assignment:
think about your parents,
why they're marrying, why they're meant to be.
Write it down, don't censor yourself,
for ten minutes.
I'm thinking a theme will emerge.
You're always giving me writing assignments.
Wait, a writing assignment?
FATHER GUSTAVO: A small one.
I always recommend couples write a letter
to each other before the wedding.
To read later when times get tougher
and you need to remember how you feel about each other right now.
I love that idea.
It's so romantic.
Well, that's 'cause you're a writer; it's easy for you.
What about, like, a basketball game once a month
to re-up our bond?
Michael.
Okay, fine. I'll write you a super-gushy love letter.
It better make me cry.
You're an easy cry. (grunts)
Sorry, I meant,
it'll be an easy letter to write.
Seriously, I'll just write about how lucky I feel
to be marrying you, because I do.
Every single day.
(sobs softly)
See? Bam!
(laughs)
Can that count as my letter? What I said?
Yeah.
Not really feeling as full of "meant to be" these days.
Maybe... we read his letter?
Hmm?
Michael's letter.
I remember he wrote very eloquently about it.
Oh, yeah, he never actually wrote it.
He certainly did.
He showed it to me.
It was one of the most beautiful love letters I've ever read.
Oh, my God. I-I never got it.
LATIN LOVER NARRATOR: A letter out there?
About "meant to be"?
Sounds pretty "meant to be" to me.
Then again, what do I know?
(ringtone playing)
Dad! You're back from the spa.
ROGELIO: Yes.
And I'm confirming you will be at rehearsal at 5:00.
JANE: Of course.
And I'm sorry about not making the last one.
The last two.
Did you at least watch the practice video I sent?
Yes. ROGELIO: Oh, good!
So you know the Feather Step, Thunderclap, Pirouette opening?
Of course.
Liar! The new opening is a samba!
I can't believe your lack of commitment.
I'm very committed, Dad.
I've just been running errands for your big wedding.
The most important wedding
I'll ever attend in my entire life.
Save it for the ceremony.
I need you on time and on point at rehearsal.
And watch the practice video.
LATIN LOVER NARRATOR: Wait, but who's watching him?
JANE: Oh, no.
A high pressure system's moving in.
We can expect gale force winds?
No. No.
Mr. Monkey. Thank you. I don't have time for a meltdown right now.
Okay, gale force winds-- we can adjust.
Okay, we'll go to Plan B.
(groans) Mm-hmm.
Hey. (thunder rumbling)
The wedding is gonna be beautiful.
Even in gale force winds.
(sighs)
(heart beating)
(door opens) PETRA: Am I interrupting something?
Just me freaking out.
I, uh, should go and learn this dance.
I will see you two
lovebirds at the wedding.
LATIN LOVER NARRATOR: A slight overcompensation.
Nothing he'd notice.
What's wrong?
Oh. (scoffs) What else? My sister.
(thunder rumbles) She's, uh, getting out of jail,
and with this weather, she can't get a flight out,
so she's stuck here.
Trust me, I know how you feel.
I'm just hoping Luisa stays in jail.
She got a new lawyer.
LATIN LOVER NARRATOR: Aw, another thing these two have in common:
criminal sisters.
ROGELIO: And show me... love!
(upbeat Latin music playing)
Okay, stop. Just stop. (music stops)
(sighs) Matelio,
help me out here, buddy.
Where's your mother?
Well, she was coming here.
But then she forgot,
because she suffers from short-term memory loss.
That's from Finding Dory,
which we watched together three times last week.
Sorry, Papa.
I know Mommy's really trying to get here on time.
Ma, don't worry, wedding Plan B is officially in play.
It's all good.
XIOMARA: You're sure? I'm freaking out.
JANE: Don't. I got this.
We're gonna just move the party inside.
I already spoke to the manager.
But I have to go now, okay?
Love you. Bye.
(knock on door)
Can we talk for a second?
Uh...
(sighs): Oh.
(panting): Oh, hey.
I need your advice.
(chuckles nervously) Why?
It's your dad's.
Oh, my God.
LATIN LOVER NARRATOR: Oh, my God.
I know the timing is terrible.
I wasn't even gonna tell him about it,
but some tabloid got wind of my pregnancy,
and it's only a matter of time
until they put two and two together,
and I don't want Rogelio to find out that way.
Yeah, no, that-that would be terrible.
I've been trying to tell him myself,
but whenever I get close, I just... chicken out.
LATIN LOVER NARRATOR: Well, that explains the creepy stalking.
So, what do you think?
Do I tell him now or wait until after the wedding?
Now. Definitely.
I agree. Can you do it?
Me?
I just think he would take it better... coming from you.
Please?
LATIN LOVER NARRATOR: Talk about a high-pressure system.
(thunder crashes)
Hey, everyone. Sorry I'm late. She's here!
No, wait, stop. Dad. Cue the music!
Dad, I really need to talk to you, please. Five, six, seven, eight!
What are you doing?!
ROGELIO: Chin up, Jane!
Jazz hands!
Oh, no, no! I can't! Yes! Yes!
(stammers) I don't understand what's happening!
Point your toes. Point your toes!
Dad, I really need to talk to you!
Please, put me down right now!
Oh!
Now, shimmy! Shimmy!
Dad, it's important.
(music stops)
I just saw Darcy, and she's pregnant.
(thunder rumbling)
Well, God help that child.
Seven months pregnant.
It's mine?
She says it is.
LATIN LOVER NARRATOR: It should be noted that
Rogelio's first thought was Xiomara.
And then he thought of the baby-- this baby--
and then a million other things,
including, "maybe it's all meant to be."
But in the end, he returned to...
JANE: Mom?
Last fitting.
What's wrong? Is the train too long?
I went big, like Diana.
No, it's perfect.
You look beautiful.
But Dad is right outside.
He needs to talk to you.
Oh. Okay. Let me change first.
It's bad luck for the groom
to see the bride in her wedding dress.
(rain falling, thunder rumbling)
Xo, say something.
I just...
How did this happen?
While we were taping,
we had hate sex a couple of times.
And you didn't use birth control?
I thought all of her eggs were in the freezer.
Look, I know you don't want to have any more kids,
so you don't have to have anything to do with the baby.
That's unrealistic.
Then I don't even have to have anything to do with the baby.
Stop.
PETRA: Just stop.
You don't have to keep thanking me.
I'm sorry. It's only that
I am so grateful to beautiful sister
for all of your help in getting me out of jail.
LATIN LOVER NARRATOR: She wouldn't be so grateful if she knew
"beautiful sister" set her up in the first place.
Here's how you can thank me: don't leave your room
until you get on your flight first thing tomorrow.
CHUCK: You like 'em?
Oh.
Look...
I meant what I said.
It's over.
We've been over a bunch of times now.
It's different this time.
I'm giving things a try with Rafael.
(scoffs)
Chuck. What?
You told me you always feel like
you're in second place with that guy.
To Jane.
You deserve better than that.
You'd be my first choice.
(thunder rumbling)
Writing the ceremony.
The opening isn't right, and I want to get it right, and...
I just want it to happen, Abuela.
I really want them to get married.
Ah, nothing.
Father Gustavo told me that Michael wrote me
a love letter before we got married.
I was just trying to find it.
What?
...en la salu, y en la enfermeda.
Amarte y resparte..
Ah. Amarte y respetarte.
Amarte y respetart.
I always mess that part up.
You were supposed to say it 50 times last night.
I did.
Okay, 25.
My priest gave me homework.
I... I had to write a love letter to Jane.
Oh. How did it go?
Pretty good, I think, for not being a writer.
Um, now I'm supposed to hide it away
and give it to Jane when she really needs it.
A rainy day.
Did he tell you where he put it?
No.
I can't stop thinking about him.
With the unexpected pregnancy and what's happening to Mom.
Except Michael had time to think about it, Rogelio.
We're supposed to get married tomorrow.
I know, the timing is terrible.
But I don't want to postpone the wedding.
I don't, either.
But we have to.
(thunder rumbling)
Everything's so up in the air.
You haven't even talked to Darcy yet.
And we need to give ourselves time to figure out
what it means for us.
I want to marry you, but not like this.
(thunder crashes)
RAFAEL: Wait, what?
Yes! I'm getting out of jail.
LATIN LOVER NARRATOR: Wow. The bad news keeps coming.
I don't understand.
You have been on the run with a fugitive.
I'm getting immunity for my testimony against Rose,
since I know where all the dead bodies are buried.
Literally.
I think some of them are on the island that we stayed on.
(thunder rumbling)
So when are you getting out?
Tonight.
My lawyer's just hammering out the final detail.
And, Raf, I'm gonna be there for you,
every step of the way, as you battle this cancer.
LATIN LOVER NARRATOR: Oh, right.
I forgot he told that whopper.
So what's the treatment plan? I don't know.
I'm, uh, I'm getting a second opinion.
But you know what, I really don't want to talk
to you about it. I'm just worried about you.
If you were so worried about me, then you wouldn't have
brought a mass murderer into my home.
(line clicks, dial tone hums)
We've hammered out the final detail.
(thunder rumbling) LATIN LOVER NARRATOR: Which brings us here, now.
To the final detail.
You lied to me.
I believed you.
I trusted you.
It wasn't me.
I didn't kill Scott!
So, someone who looked exactly like your Eileen face
just happened to be in the Marbella that night?
Yeah.
Eileen!
The real Eileen
must have killed him.
LATIN LOVER NARRATOR: Which is true, for the record.
Come on! Eileen?
LATIN LOVER NARRATOR: Let me explain.
("Come On Eileen" by Dexys Midnight Runners playing)
Hey.
Didn't I just see you, like, two seconds ago
with Chinese food in the lobby?
LATIN LOVER NARRATOR: You remember that Rose had just threatened to kill her
if anyone figured out their scheme.
Oh, you have a twin or something?
LATIN LOVER NARRATOR: It was her or Scott.
♪ Come on, Eileen, oh, I swear... ♪
LATIN LOVER NARRATOR: So she ditched him.
♪ At this moment, oh, come on, Eileen. ♪
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God!
Do not touch the prisoner.
I'm sorry. GUARD: Time's up.
I told you you could trust me.
The person you shouldn't trust is your brother.
What?
Come on!
You really think his cancer is back?
MAN (over P.A.): Good afternoon. The tropical storm is picking up speed
and could reach Miami tonight.
LATIN LOVER NARRATOR: This storm front has definitely arrived.
Everyone is advised to stay inside.
I know you never had a cancer relapse.
(thunder rumbles)
I still have some friends at the hospital
and made some calls.
LATIN LOVER NARRATOR: Oh, right!
Luisa used to be a doctor.
Well...
it was the only way to get Rose back.
How could you lie to me about something like that?
You were dating the woman that killed our father
and kidnapped my son!
And that was bad.
But it was in the past; she wanted to change.
Oh, my God, you are completely delusional.
I am not! Totally crazy!
Just like your mother.
And you know what?
I am done pretending that you're not.
I don't care what you do now that Rose is behind bars,
as long as you stay the hell away from me and my family!
LATIN LOVER NARRATOR: Yikes.
This storm cloud just got dar.
(thunder rumbling)
MATEO: That stinks!
I wanted Papa and Abuela
to get married! I know.
Me, too.
And Papa and Abuela are sad about it, too.
I have an idea.
Oh.
Maybe I can give them some of the gummy worms
from my secret hiding spot
to make them feel better.
(floor creaks) Whoa.
Whoa, look at this.
We'll just have the landlord fix it.
Are you kidding?
It's, like, the best hiding spot ever.
Makes me want this place even more.
Yeah? What are you gonna hide in it?
Your spy decoder ring?
How do you know about my spy decoder ring?
Can you take Mateo to Rafael before you go to work?
I got to check something. ALBA: Sí.
(knocking)
(thunder rumbling)
Hi! I am so sorry
to bother you.
It's a funny story.
I actually used to live here with my husband,
uh, but then he died.
Not-not the funny part.
Uh, I-I'm... I'm looking for a love letter
that he wrote me before he was shot.
Also not the funny part.
Anyway, um, there's a broken floorboard in the living room
that we used to joke around about,
and...
I think that the letter still might be hidden there.
So, can I come in and check real quick?
ROGELIO: Thank you for doing this.
We thought it would be a good idea
if we all sat down and talked.
To put your mind at ease, I don't want any money.
I will support her myself.
(gasps) We're having a girl?
Yes.
Rogeliana.
We didn't agree on Rogeliana.
You said you were open to it.
That was just to get you to sign the contract.
And I agreed to sign the contract...
If you think I'm gonna name my daughter after the planet's...
...with the clear understanding that you would... ...biggest narcissist...
...name our daughter Rogeliana! ...you are clinically insane!
Oh... Can we just table the names for the moment?
Agreed.
(thunder rumbling)
I want to confirm that we'll share custody,
per our previous agreement.
No. I want primary custody.
What? The previous agreement was made
when we were gonna do this together
and we actually liked each other.
Everything is different now that I hate you.
Well, I hate you, too, but you're the mother of my child.
So I will keep that very real, intense,
and almost violent hatred inside,
because I want to be involved in my child's life.
You can have two weekends a month,
one major holiday, and two weeks in the summer.
No. I want more.
And you should want him to have more.
He's a great father; you know that.
No one has a bigger heart,
and no one
is more loyal or devoted.
Thanks for the input, but this is between us.
Now, wait a minute.
It involves her, too. Why?
I heard you two aren't even getting married.
LATIN LOVER NARRATOR: And, dearly beloveds,
in that moment, she realized..
(chuckles softly)
Of course we are.
Who am I kidding?
I'm not gonna walk away from you; you're it for me.
Really?
Really.
So let's just get married.
Today, like we planned.
But we canceled everything.
All we need is you, me, Mom, Jane and Mateo.
LATIN LOVER NARRATOR: And 42 backup dancers,
12 doves and three costume changes.
Darcy, you'll be hearing from our attorney.
Now, let's go and get married.
Nothing can stop us.
MAN (over P.A.): Good afternoon. The tropical storm
has been upgraded to a hurricane by the National Weather Service.
(thunder crashes)
Sorry. Maybe this one.
(floor creaks, Jane gasps)
LATIN LOVER NARRATOR: And at this moment,
Jane wondered, was this fate
or part of Michael's grand plan
that she would find this letter just when she needed to,
on this rainy day?
Nope.
Oh, okay.
Well, at least I gave it a try.
Sorry to have bothered you.
(cell phone chimes)
(thunder crashes)
Oh, my God!
What?
My parents' wedding is back on.
In two hours at the Marbella.
Oh, my God! I have to get a car.
Uh...
Uber, Lyft-- they're both out 'cause of the storm.
A taxi.
VALET: I'm pretty sure we got you
the last taxi out there, Miss Alver.
And I apologize, but it's a ride share,
so someone's joining you. ANEZKA: It's me!
Hi, there.
Oh, you must be Petra's twin sister.
I'm Luisa. I'm Rafael's sister.
Pleased to meet you.
LATIN LOVER NARRATOR: Now, was it fate that brought them together?
Or just a random coincidence?
Again, I ask these questions, but I don't know.
Your car.
But I do know that this car ride
is definitely gonna mess things up.
I'm fine, Mom. Raf picked me up.
We're just grabbing your dress.
Yes, I will be careful. Love you.
Bye.
Hurry. Oh, and be careful with the train.
I am being careful.
Go write your ceremony.
Dearly beloved, meant to be, and all that.
Oh, my God.
What did you do?
What is that?
That's my dress.
(laughs) Shut it, okay? Just focus on my Mom's,
and I'll put the purple monster in my backpack.
We have to hurry!
(crash, grass shatters)
(gasps)
Oh, no, your car.
Guess we're taking the bus.
LATIN LOVER NARRATOR: Oh, yay, the bus!
I mean, oh, no, the bus.
MAN (over P.A.): Attention, all Marbella guests and employees.
The hotel is official on lockdown due to the hurricane.
ROGELIO (over P.A.): Oh, and does anyone have L'Oréal
visible lift blur concealer number 303 in medium warm?
No.
This simply won't do.
I need more colors to work with.
(gasps) Mateo, run over to Abuela's room
and borrow her foundations.
Go! Hurry!
One?
(chuckles) Dad says Mateo's being a good wingman.
Ha! Scared about what that means.
LATIN LOVER NARRATOR: And that's when...
Oh, my God. (sighs)
You're famous.
That's my book!
BUS DRIVER: Sit down now!
It's so tiny I can barely see it, but that's my book!
That's your book.
Oh, I used to sit on this bus and write.
Dreaming of this.
I know. (sighs): Oh.
So doesn't that, at least, feel meant to be?
LATIN LOVER NARRATOR: And, friends, what could she say, but...
No, that doesn't feel like meant to be,
because that would make it sound too easy.
And it was an incredible amount of hard work
and effort and determination
and overcoming obstacles and fighting through disappointments
and failures.
It was a choice.
LATIN LOVER NARRATOR: And that's when it hit her.
In a moment of fate, or destiny,
or pure happenstance... Pen and paper.
I need a pen and paper. I need a pen and paper.
BUS DRIVER: End of the line.
Um...
(thunder rumbling)
You think you can get us a little closer
to the Marbella Hotel?
I-I'm sorry.
He doesn't understand
how public transportation works.
Be careful with the dress!
This thing is so well packed,
we could take it to the top of Everest and we'd be fine.
Oh, God! Oh, God, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Not safe! Get it back in the bag quick!
Oh!
LATIN LOVER NARRATOR: I told you they'd make a mess.
(thunder rumbling)
Oh, quick!
(Jane screaming)
Welcome. Welcome to the Marbella.
Sorry the Fairwick failed you.
Next time, maybe choose a hotel that has a safety plan.
Wait. We can't do this.
We have to keep this room clear for the Villanueva wedding.
We're in the middle of a hurricane.
Rafael was very clear. He promised Jane.
Of course he did.
JANE: My dress is in my backpack, so...
I am so sorry.
I feel terrible.
(thunder rumbling)
(sobbing)
(laughing)
Are you okay, Mom?
ALBA: Xiomara?
Of course my dress in ruined.
Look around.
We're getting married in the middle of a hurricane.
Oh, who cares?
I just want to marry your father.
Okay. Well, then we'll make do.
Hey, we got the hookup at the gift shop.
Oh, and you know what,
I won't even wear my dress,
so that I don't distract from the bride.
No, it's fine.
You're the officiant, so you should stand out.
(chuckles)
What?
(both laugh)
(electricity crackles, Jane gasps)
LATIN LOVER NARRATOR: On the bright side,
at least no one will see Jane's dress.
JANE: All rise.
LATIN LOVER NARRATOR: It should be noted that on the day
of Xiomara Gloriana Villanueva's wedding,
the power was out, her dress was ruined,
there weren't even any paper cranes
because they were deemed a fire hazard,
but it was still completely magical.
And Xiomara, well, she looked perfect.
At least to the people who loved her most.
Which includes me.
("Bridal Chorus" playing)
Dearly beloved,
we are gathered here today to witness
the marriage of two people...
who are not meant to be.
(thunder rumbling)
It's true.
They met when they were teenagers,
and they were both a mess, honestly.
And then they didn't see each other again for 23 years.
And the reunion?
That was a mess, too.
Breakups and makeups and misunderstandings
and hurt feelings and old resentments...
(thunder crashes) See?
Even Mother Nature seems to be rooting against them.
My parents are here today, not because they are meant to be,
but because they chose each other.
In the face of a million obstacles,
they chose each other.
When it seemed like they should give up,
they chose each other.
And they keep choosing each other,
in the face of every single twist and turn life brings them,
every single day.
And that is not destiny.
That is not fate.
That's commitment.
For richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health,
through stormy days and sunny skies,
they have earned their happy ending.
And by the power vested in me
by the Circle of Life Sacred Church,
I now pronounce you husband and wife.
Dad, kiss Mom.
Yeah. (laughs)
(people whooping)
Pretty weird wedding.
What are you doing here?
My hotel was evacuated, remember?
(thunder rumbling)
And I was looking for you...
'cause that ceremony, it reminded me... of us.
Look, we break up, we make up.
We always come back together.
I was watching you all night long.
Watching him.
And all I kept thinking was,
"Is she gonna turn around and look at me?"
(door opens)
Rafael, I'm sorry. That was a mistake.
It didn't mean anything.
We've been back together for a week.
I know!
I was just feeling very insecure,
and-and he was saying all the right things,
and it just happened.
Insecure about what?
You and Jane.
Yeah, I know.
You're going to say you're just best friends,
but that's not it.
She looks at you
like... like that's not it.
Okay, you are way off.
No, I'm not.
And you chose her before.
A long time ago. That's not what's happening.
So you're saying if you found out Jane had feelings for you,
that wouldn't change anything?
No, of course not.
I don't know that I believe that.
And, regardless, this is why I didn't want
to get back together with you.
I was past this.
I-I don't want to be worried about you and Jane.
LATIN LOVER NARRATOR: And, friends, at this moment,
all Petra wanted was for Rafael to say no, to choose her,
and to keep choosing her.
Yeah, maybe you were right.
Okay.
So let's just...
go back to how things were.
(thunder rumbling)
(gentle Spanish music playing)
Daddy!
Family dance!
Okay.
(grunts)
Are you okay?
Yeah. Just, um...
I just broke things off
with, uh, P-E-T-R-A.
I want to be down.
What happened?
Well, remember all those reasons you said we shouldn't date?
You were right.
We bring out the worst in each other.
No. No, I was wrong, remember?
Hey.
What?
Petra freaked out
because she thinks that you still have feelings for me.
And that if I knew that...
I'd choose you.
Well, that's crazy.
That's what I said.
(lights click)
(people cheering, clapping)
Yes!
LATIN LOVER NARRATOR: "Destiny is a series of detours,"
a wise man once said.
Finally stopped raining.
Yeah.
So...
talk to me about Rafael.
What?
As a married lady...
I am an expert in hot and bothered,
and you looked pretty hot and bothered.
We were just dancing.
Mm-hmm.
Okay, fine. A little hot and bothered.
But I'm trying not to be.
Why? Because he was getting back together with Petra.
He was?
(groans) I... I guess it imploded,
and suddenly he was asking me if I had feelings for him.
Oh, my God. What did you say?
No. Of course not.
Do you?
It's a step backwards.
Or forwards.
Did you even listen to yourself up there?
How your dad and me kept choosing each other.
Maybe he's your destiny.
I don't believe in destiny.
LATIN LOVER NARRATOR: She will before the night is over.
At least talk to him.
So, you're a love guru.
Why am I always sabotaging myself?
Join the club.
(laughs)
I'm being literal.
You should join my exclusive dating club.
I could match you up in a heartbeat.
I already know who I'm meant to be with.
So what happened?
Jane. Ugh!
I am so over the Villanuevas.
No kidding.
I mean, I know she still has feelings for Rafael.
He might not believe me, but...
Wait. Wait, you told him?
Oh, honey, no, no, no.
Darcy rule number 43:
the name of the ex is not said unless you want her in his head.
If you want to be with him,
don't take yourself out of the game.
Tell him how you feel.
Now.
Go!
LATIN LOVER NARRATOR: And, friends, this was one of those moments
where life could go in either direction.
Jane, I've been looking for you.
Uh...
Where did you get this?
Maybe it'll make more sense to you.
A couple from your old apartment got in touch
with the tenant from before them,
and then something about a floorboard.
Some guy brought it.
He's waiting on the south patio.
MICHAEL: Dear Jane,
first, sorry for being goofy in the priest's office.
I was just nervous, because I was scared about
writing something for you, a writer.
And I've been thinking about what to say,
which got me to thinking how lucky I was
to have met you at all, and all the small twists of fate
that led me to you in the first place...
Krishna, have you seen Rafael?
(cell phone chimes)
MICHAEL: ...and how, in a way, our destiny
was just a series of detours bringing us back to each other,
again and again.
What should I do with these?
I don't care.
♪ ♪
Raf?
Where is my phone?
Raf?
Hello, beautiful sister with the ugly heart.
Wh-What's going on? What are you doing here?
I stole Rafael's phone,
just like you stole my Scott's phone that night.
What? I... Stop lying!
I know all of what happened.
LATIN LOVER NARRATOR: This is true, for the record.
Remember the fateful taxi rid,
when I told you it'd make a big mess of things?
Trust me. I know alcohol.
There is no way anyone goes into a drunken blackout
off a little peach schnapps.
You were roofied.
The night my beloved Scott died, you text me from his phone.
He was never breaking up with me.
He was always loving me.
So now, I play same phone trick on you.
And it all comes kruh se uzavrel.
LATIN LOVER NARRATOR: Or, "full circle," as it were.
Which unfortunately brings us here.
What the hell are you doing here?
I told you to leave.
I'm not going anywhere.
Where did you get that?
I am thinking we were meant to be in car ride together.
You helped me,
now I can help you.
My dead husband
found addition to your father's will.
Rafael gets nothing.
Zero. Zilch.
Which means the hotel, the trust,
everything is mine.
Which means you're the one
that needs to get out.
Now.
♪ ♪
MICHAEL: A twist of fate.
The night we met, that's what it felt like.
I wasn't even supposed to be working.
I'd picked up a shift for my buddy
whose kid was playing in a recital.
And then I was technically off, but I took a detour
and stopped for a burger a few blocks away.
And I was heading back to the precinct when...
DISPATCHER (over radio): We've got a noise complaint on 25th.
Any units nearby who can check it out?
Yeah, I'm right there.
(siren whoops)
MICHAEL: If not for that recital and that burger,
I might not have ended up on the doorstep
of a drunk 21-year-old girl.
That's not just a series of coincidences.
It's destiny.
And I never doubted you were mine.
And never doubt that all I want, forever and always,
is for you to be happy.
MAN: Jane.
Adam?
LATIN LOVER NARRATOR: Ah, yes.
Jane's first love.
I did say we'd get back to hi.
I used to live in that apartment.
I found the letter.
I didn't know it was yours.
I never thought I'd see you again.
(exhales)