Devious Maids

Previously on "Devious Maids"...

Dr. Neff isn't exactly good with money.

Who told you I was poor? It was Zoila, wasn't it?

It's me or your maid.

I don't understand why you wanted

Zoila to think you were broke.

I'm afraid I'm going to have to let you go.

What's wrong?

Michael left me.

I paid a man to approach Taylor, sweet-talk her.

You set Taylor up to have an affair.

I was undercover in the cartel.

Someone tipped them off, so they locked me away.

Does your wife know the truth about you?

I'll bet she still thinks you were a prisoner of the cartel.

Katy's a witness, and the men who killed her father

- are looking for her. - Violeta?

I want to talk to El Jefe. I want to make a deal.

I found the little girl he's been looking for.

That clown was taking pictures

in Katy's room.

- I kept seeing Ernesto whisper in his ear. - Enough!

Do I know you?

What is that?

Looks like blood.

Someone tried really hard to clean it up.

I hate who I am when I'm with you.

- I need you. - It's over.

- I know you hate kids... - I don't hate kids.

I just don't have room for them in my life.

This is Deion, our new son.

Mr. Dresden, I need you to find a young boy's birth parents.

The truth is, he's growing on me.

If you want to make Deion a part of the family,

I'm willing to give it a try.

So, Deion. Thank you for coming.

I live here.

Yes, you do live here. Such a bright young man.

All these for me?

Yes... gummy bears, gummy frogs,

every gummy in the animal kingdom.

We want you to know how much we cherish you.

So...

how would you feel about living here permanently?

Can I eat as many as I want?

- We should have delayed the candy. - Deion. Focus.

We want to adopt you.

What do you think?

Carmen, if you don't mind.

I want to hear what he says.

We'll fill you in.

Powell residence.

I'm sorry. He's busy right now. Who's calling?

If you adopt me, are people gonna think I'm white?

I doubt that very much.

Oh. Well, then, yes.

You can adopt me.

Oh, I'm so happy.

Mr. Powell.

Carmen, can't you see we're having a moment?

Mr. Powell, you need to come.

What's so important?

Your private investigator.

Mr. Dresden?

Well, it wasn't easy,

but I managed to track down Deion's birth father.

Ooh, right.

Uh, turns out I no longer need that information.

- So what should I tell him? - Nothing.

I don't want anything to do with that man.

Well, that's unfortunate,

because he's sitting right across from me.

And he's eager to meet you.

La Virgen de Guadalupe.

My abuelita gave me one just like this one

when I was your age.

Did you have nightmares, too?

Sometimes.

But she told me La Virgen would watch over me while I slept

- and keep me safe. - And it worked?

Oh, La Virgen doesn't mess around.

Goodnight, chiquita.

Did Katy go to sleep okay?

Yes, thank you.

When we were at my mother's, she barely slept a wink.

How did everything go here?

Miguel have fun at his party?

Yes.

But there was a little accident on the couch.

It looks fine to me.

Some cupcakes got mushed in it.

I dry-cleaned the covers, but, um...

there was something weird at the bottom of the cushion.

Mm-hmm.

It looks like blood.

Oh, uh...

No, it's red wine.

I spilled some on the couch a couple months ago.

Blanca was supposed to clean it up.

- Well, that explains it. - Mm.

I just didn't want you to think it was me.

Mm, I know it wasn't.

Thank you so much for being honest.

Well, you're always honest with me.

El Jefe's getting very impatient, Ernesto.

He wants the girl.

We have to look for our moment.

We can't just run in and grab her.

No. When the head of the Gaviota Cartel says it's time...

If Rosie finds out what we're up to, then she's...

You need to think less about your wife

and more about El Jefe.

I'm going back to Mexico in a few days.

And I'm either bringing the girl with me...

or your head.

You pick.

Hi, Zoila!

I heard about Genevieve letting you go.

- How are you? - Fine.

Any chance you could help me find a new job?

Mama's got to work.

Uh, well, I have one client looking,

but she's kind of the worst.

- I'll take it! - No.

You do not want to work for Gail Fleming.

She's demanding, rude... nothing like Genevieve.

Good! I'm not looking

to be friends with my boss this time around.

Well, then, you're in luck.

Mm. That's Rosie.

I'll set up a meeting, text you the details.

Okay, bye.

I have to show you something.

What am I looking at here?

The stain. Mrs. Taylor said it was red wine.

But even Ernesto thinks it looks like blood,

and he was a policeman in México.

Keep going. I had him take lots of pictures.

This is a close-up of your boobs.

Ernesto, baboso!

So you think Taylor's lying about the stain?

When I showed it to her,

she got all nervous with the buggy eyes.

- The buggy eyes? - Mm-hmm.

Like this.

Okay.

Well, I hate to admit it,

but I think you might be on to something.

Wait.

Isn't this where you tell me I'm crazy

'cause she's your friend and she's perfect?

I know. I defend Taylor a lot.

But Olivia told me the craziest thing.

She said she paid some guy to seduce Taylor.

So we were right all along?

Mrs. Taylor is having an affair?

Or she was.

Maybe it's all connected.

There's got to be a way to find out if it's really blood.

Hydrogen peroxide.

Put it on the stain. If it bubbles, it's blood.

And if it is blood, then what?

For Taylor's sake, let's hope it's not.

Mrs. Delatour, I made lunch.

Oh, no, no!

I haven't eaten bread since 1992.

If you don't eat, you'll waste away.

Yes, I will!

Why don't fat people understand how simple it is?

Now, which gown should I wear to the hospital fundraiser?

Oh, well, they're both so beautiful.

I know, but I'm terribly indecisive.

I need you to pick.

Uh, okay.

The mauve one.

No. The pink.

Uh... shoot.

I can't do it.

God, I wish Zoila were here.

No offense.

None taken.

I know how close you were, and I'm sorry she had to go.

Well, it isn't your fault.

You see, dear, Zoila and I had a certain rapport.

She always gave me her brutally honest opinion.

You want me to be more like her?

Exactly.

And it's a two-way street.

You can tell me my dress is ugly,

and I can tell you that I don't like your hairstyle.

You don't?

Well, it's a little flat.

Didn't your mother teach you how to attract a man?

Mother was blind.

Oh.

Because of her diabetes.

That must be very challenging.

Not anymore.

She's dead!

Marisol said the nicest things about you.