Jane the Virgin

All righty, friends and foes,

You recall Jane was in the middle

of a classic love triangle.

On one side,

her ex-husband Michael came back from the dead.

I still love you, Jane.

On the other,

ex-boyfriend, baby daddy Rafael.

All I want

is to put this ring on your finger.

And our poor Jane,

well, she was wrecked,

and she realized...

I can't just dismiss how I feel about Michael.

Which, seemingly,

sent our Rafael down a dark path.

Also in a tricky situation, Alba.

See, she married Jorge so he could get his green card.

Only, she still had feelings for him.

Oh, and Petra and J.R.

seemed like they were headed for a breakup, too.

- Please! - I gave up everything for you.

It was all a lie!

But they fought their way

back to each other, not that they were home free.

I didn't e-mail Milos.

It's right here, Petra,

how you said you won't testify

against him if he gives you the hotel.

What are you talking about?

- I didn't write this. - It's from your account.

I know!

Straight out of a telenovela, right?

Well, imagine this. Rose, aka Sin Rostro,

was the one who faked Michael's death and wiped his memories.

Tell me why you did it.

I had my Eileen face on,

and my phone fell.

And as we both bent down to pick it up,

my mask came unglued.

I don't believe you.

I think it has something to do

with this number.

So you're working with the police now.

Tell them

there's no chance in hell

they'll ever figure out what that number is.

Yikes!

Who knows what she's up to.

Well, I do, but I can't tell you... yet.

When Jane Gloriana Villanueva

was 25 years old,

she said good-bye

to Michael Cordero Jr. For the last time...

I love you.

Or so she thought.

Michael!

I am so proud of you.

And, friends, that good-bye

was a moment that Jane replayed in her head over

and over and over...

Enough.

You can't keep looking at old pictures of Michael. Call him.

I want to.

I-I-I'm trying.

But every time I think I'm ready, I think about my family,

and how much I love Rafael.

Who doesn't want to see you now.

Because of my feelings for Michael.

Exactly.

You have them, so call.

What's going on?

What?

Sexy...

Sorry. Let me show you what Alba sees.

Oh, who am I kidding?

It's not even sexy in slow motion.

Ma! Uh, we were talking about something really important.

Agreed.

- Start slow. - There is no slow.

If I open the door, the floodwaters will rush in.

It is not a floodgate, it's just a text. Send it.

Okay. Fine. Fine.

"Hi."

I told you it wasn't just a text!

He's already calling me back!

Answer it.

- Hi, hey. - Hey.

Do you have any time this afternoon?

Um, can you hang on a second?

Now what? He wants to hang out.

Uh, you think that's gonna be casual?

I mean, what are we supposed to talk about? The weather?

Oh, or how about the fact that I'm living at home again

because Rafael kicked me out of the house

because I had to explore things

with Michael even though I don't know what that means?

A-And how is that even possible? What am I supposed to do? Huh?

Put on my wedding lingerie and say, "Welcome back, to this."

Take a deep breath and calm down.

Just grab some coffee with him. Decaf.

Right. Okay. Yeah.

Ooh, she hit "speaker, "not "mute."

Michael?

Hi. Yeah, coffee sounds good.

But that's not why I was calling.

We think Rose lied about the reason

she gave Michael amnesia.

She said she bumped into me as Eileen...

You remember Eileen, right?

Rose... only with this mask.

And she said I saw her mask, but I didn't.

I mean I would remember seeing a mask peel off.

So why do you think she did it?

We don't know, but we think it has something

to do with this number I wrote down in my notes.

It's a sequence she typed over and over.

And before I... died,

I'd been focused on it

'cause it came up so much in Susanna's keystroke log.

You remember Susanna, right?

Rose... only with this mask.

Oops, my bad, that's Shelly.

Sorry, Rose had a lot of masks. Here's Susanna.

Oh, wow. I... I can't believe

you were still investigating Rose after you left the force.

Oh, just occasionally.

I mean, the woman's a monster

and she was still out there.

Oh, my God, Michael!

The thing is, I've been going through my memories

a thousand times of that day,

and it's all pretty fuzzy.

Unfortunately, memories are notoriously unreliable.

I think I said something like that once,

but I can't quite remember.

Anyway, uh, Dennis suggested we walk through the day together.

See if any details come back.

Yeah, okay, sure.

So

You and Rafael broke up?

I don't want to talk about that with you.

Okay. That's fine.

I'm... I'm sorry.

I'm just confused, as you obviously heard.

No, I get it. Let's just walk through the day, then.

Great. Uh...

I remember everything exactly.

Uh, we said good-bye in the doorway of our old apartment.

I had given you a lunchbox

with a policeman on it, and then I said...

Michael!

I am so proud of you.

- What's so funny? - Oh...

I can't believe I brought a lunchbox to the LSATs.

It was sweet.

Oh, I know, of course it was.

It's just weird to think about now. You know, the guys

at the ranch would hog-tie me and throw me in the pigsty

if they found out that I brought a lunchbox to work.

Right.

It's just hard to laugh since the lunchbox

is tied to the last words I ever said to you

before you supposedly died.

Right. I'm sorry.

But actually,

those weren't the last words you said to me.

Trust me, I replayed that moment over and over.

No.

I remember. You said...

I am so proud of you.

And then I turned back.

Oh, your gas tank's on empty,

so don't forget to fill it up before your meeting with Chloe.

Thanks. Now hurry up and go.

Oh, my God. I...

I can't believe I forgot about that.

And then I sent you a final "good luck" e-mail

while I was pumping gas, and you never responded.

I definitely replied.

No, you didn't. If you sent that e-mail,

I would've read it obsessively for the last four years.

No, I-I know I sent that.

Uh, hello?

Okay, I-I'm sorry. I'm on my way.

It's Mateo's karate dojo.

Rafael didn't show up to pick him up. I have to go.

Rafael?

Shoot, they called you?

I'm sorry. I-I messed up.

Is everything okay?

I'm fine.

Oh, friends.

How Jane wanted to reach out and touch him right then,

but alas, everything had changed.

Just have a lot of stuff going on at the office.

In fact, since you're here, do you mind

just taking Mateo and the girls?

I should... got to get back to work.

Yeah, no problem.