03x05 - Episode 5

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-She's so cute!
-Coochie-coochie-coo.

Betty, don't bother the boy!

BACHELORETTE PARTY

MARITAL STATUS
DIVORCED

CURRICULUM VITAE

Look at her.

Step aside, move!

Come on, girls! Come on!

Excuse me.

BETTY LA FEA, THE STORY CONTINUES

Okay, Aura María, focus,
and choose a card, any card.

The Wheel of Fortune. Major Arcana.

What does that mean though?

Okay, well, the Wheel of Fortune…

It generally represents
the ebb and flow of life.

All those things we've left
unresolved in the past

tend to come back to be resolved
in the present.

Today, here and now.

I feel a very, very strong
intensity tonight.

Very, very strong.

Forces…

arriving with a transformative energy,

to close cycles, or perhaps
to open new paths.

No way!

I can't believe it.

You are here, I can't…

Sit down, sit down, sit down.

I can't believe it.

-Fernando?
-Armando.

Armando. I'm sorry. Yes.

I can't believe it, Michel.

I didn't know you could sing.

The twists and turns that life takes.

I never expected to run into you here.

Me neither!

-What a great band.
-Thank you so much.

Thank you.

We're actually looking for a singer.

-If you're interested.
-Me? No.

With this lousy voice of mine,
I'm useless to you.

I'm not so sure.

The useless one…
in terms of love, it's me.

You see, I'm still single.

And… you're living here in New York?

No, we're on a tour,
going from one city to city.

It's been very successful. I'm so happy.

That's wonderful.

I had forgotten how much I love
when you speak French.

Thank you.

What are you doing here though?

I'm… We're here for a meeting

with a Spanish holding company.
We have an alliance with them.

Okay.

Okay. Are you still with him?

-Who?
-Fernando.

-Oh, Armando.
-Armando.

No. Yes. Well, no.

Well, we're still working together
at Ecomoda.

We separated a few years ago.

We're very good friends now.

We have a daughter. Her name is Mila.

She's grown… like us!

That speaks very highly of you.

The way you handle relationships.

I think it's time for a toast. To friends.

I don't believe it.

Go away.

One or two days.

Sorry.

You can stay there.

-Sit, Fernando.
-Thank you so much.

Cheers, then.

Cheers.

TODAY

THE WHEEL OF FORTUNE

FORCES OF TIME AND SPACE

I imagine that,
after everything I've said,

you understand why your grandfather
and mother hate me so much.

And with good reason, right?
Because… I really did a number on Betty.

I even ruined her reputation.

It's not something I'm proud of.

In any case,

thank you for your honesty.

I want to make peace with my past.

That's why I want to talk to Betty.

Even if this sounds weird, I…

I owe Beatriz a lot.

Look, Román, I don't condone
everything you did to my mom.

But it's so crazy to me that you've
shown up again after all these years

to sort things out with my mom

right when we needed
a crisis management expert.

You and I could be working.

I've been thinking, Camila,

and what I'm interested in right now
is talking to her.

And fixing whatever can be fixed.
That's my goal.

Exactly. What better way to set things
right than helping us sort things out?

Regarding working at Ecomoda,

the best thing for now
is to stay out of it.

It's not the right time.

Thank you for trusting in my experience,

but maybe in the future. Gladly.

No problem.

That's all.

I'll pay for my water. Can I pay for
your greasy thing? That thing?

No, I can pay
for my greasy, sugary fried food.

Thank you. Sir.

Why?

Why did he have to show up?
That blue-eyed Frenchman.

With his pink skin and blonde hair!

Why?

No!

No, no. No, no, no.

And he's a singer too! No!

Thank you, Hermes,
for being so special and so much fun.

You know, I never thought
you'd have so much energy.

As they say, Ms. Sofía,

I may be an oldie, but I'm still a goodie.

I don't know, I thought that this
wasn't going to work as well as it did.

I was… scared,

embarrassed, because you know what?

It's been so long
since I've had any action.

Ms. Sofía, you are a beautiful woman.

Any time is a good time to meet someone

so that we're born and grow in romanticism

and in everything else
that might need to grow.

Let me tell you, Ms. Sofía,

what's happening today
was duly conceived and planned.

-Right?
-Right, but not only for tonight.

No, ma'am.

I'll suggest one for you:
Enchanted Forest.

Get it, 1800?

There's another one that might be good
for you too, a vintage one.

Yes, from the Renaissance.

Because sex should be that for you,
right? A renaissance.

I am serious about this, Sofía.

That's why I have a proposal for you.

Hi, Marce.

Armando, sorry for calling so late.

Is Pascual with you, by any chance?

He's not, why?

Because he's gone MIA.

We set a date for our marriage twice,
and something always happens.

I'm starting to think that I have like a…

-Curse?
-That's right.

-Do you think so too?
-No.

Don't worry. Tell you what I'll do.

Let me hang up, call a few people,
and we'll find him.

Is that okay? Don't worry.
I'll let you know.

-Okay, bye.
-Thanks.

And that's how the magic of New York

reunited me with a past love

that might now open
the door to the present.

Thank you, Alejo.

How are you doing, Mr. Liar?

I'm doing great. Really great.

The one not doing well is the planet,

getting all that carbon dioxide
from this big chunk of steel.

I think you should get a hybrid car

to protect Mother Nature.

A hybrid like you,
driving from lies to the truth?

You're a bigger liar
than a politician on the campaign trail.

That's why we are where we are,
because of apathetic people,

with zero empathy,
thinking only of their selfish selves.

You're so unevolved.

Close your mouth.
You can still see with your mouth closed.

Please, Mancho, you know very well

that, after so many years,
I would never fixate

on a crazy capitalist like her.

So? How did it go?

Hello, Freddy!

-Montarelli, bring that suitcase inside!
-Yes, sir.

No!

Betty!

So that really hot Frenchman
turned up again!

-So cool.
-It seems so, oui.

Mom, you said he was so hot in your diary.

Betty, everyone thinks you're

so quiet and wouldn't hurt a fly.

I don't understand why they're shouting.

So the hunky French millionaire is back?

Yes.

Oh, my God! He just showed up.

And he's a singer now!

A singer! Can you believe it?

No…

My fault.

Take your hand off…

It was my fault.

My fault. Of all the bars in the world,

I had to lead her
into that French guy's arms?

It was the moles' bar,

and you ask me, "Armando, how did it go…"

New York was a mess.

-A mess.
-Armando, don't worry.

This could be a fleeting moment.

As fleeting as that elevator
going up and down.

Armando.

So good to see you.

Betty. Excuse me. Ms. Pinzón.

It's so good to see both of two.

I need to talk to you.

May we know the reason

behind this inappropriate visit,
Ms. Arriaga?

Could we talk in a more private place?

No, no.

-What do you want to say?
-We've paid you for your shares.

I don't understand what you're doing here.

I'm going to testify for Ángel Pulido
in his lawsuit.

-What?
-That's no surprise.

You don't surprise me either, Majo.

-I knew what you were going to do.
-Oh, really?

Yes. I was told. A few days ago.

Oh, that's so nice.
You called me Majo again.

Look, Ms. Stringy-Hair,
I'm going to give you one of my designs

so you know who you're messing with.

I am Hugo Lombardi,

one of the best
and most original designers

to have ever walked this planet.
Here you go.

Hugo!

-What's that?
-What do you mean?

A straitjacket.

What you should be wearing now.
You are insane.

Excuse me, sir. With all due respect,

you can say whatever you want,
but the judge will have the final word.

-We'll see what happens in court.
-We'll see.

While we wait to see what happens,
I'll ask you a favor.

This place may look like a madhouse,
but we don't accept lunatics like you.

Out you go.

I love how informal you are with me.

Don't worry. We'll be seeing
each other soon. Not here though.

You're still so handsome.

Well, if she wants w*r, she'll have one.

Because Hugo Lombardi
won't let that witch Majo ruin him.

I have never met
a more cynical person in my life!

I told you, Marce.

And after everything he did to you
and what he put you through!

We're talking
about Mr. Potato Seller, right?

No! We're talking
about María José Arriaga, Patricia.

No.

Is this my grandfather's neighborhood?

Well, this is going
to be a nostalgic afternoon.

I'm in the neighborhood where I was born
and grew up, in Bogotá.

I think this is going to be super nice,
as we say around here.

Stay tuned.

Marce, I have a hypothetical question.

Let's suppose a man
that hurt you in the past

comes back.

But he wants to…

make up for lost time and ask forgiveness.

Are you talking about your dad,
or that stupid idiot potato seller?

I don't care.

They can all go to the same hell.

Less gossip, more fanning.

Hello, hello.

I'm sorry, forgive me.

I see you're waiting for me.

And let me tell you something,
between you and me.

I come with news, mainly for Ms. Marcela.

I don't know what you want to hear.
The good news or the bad news?

The good news,
because that triggers endorphins

which will help the bad news.

Music to my ears.

It's confirmed. Your beloved
potato farmer has not been abducted.

I told you, Marce, he stood you up.

Stood you up like a tuber.
He buried you in the ground, Marce.

-Patricia Fernández!
-So what's the bad news, Freddy?

Oh, yes.

It has also been confirmed
that your beloved potato farmer

bought a plane ticket to Europe.

-Betty, we were not expecting you.
-Sofía? "We"?

Sofía, are you living here?

-No, yes. No, no. Yes.
-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt.

No, don't worry.

You're not interrupting. Don't worry.

I just don't know how to explain this.

Look. What's going on
between your dad and me,

we thought it was going to be
a more contemplative love,

but it turned out to be participative.

I'm here to bring my dad some food.

For both of you. There's enough for two.

Oh, good.

-Good night and thank you so much.
-Bye, Betty.

-Careful!
-No, don't worry.

-Don't worry.
-Good night. See you tomorrow.

Sofía!

-What is it?
-Nothing! I'm coming!

Can we continue?

What's upsetting you?

Actually, it's awkward for me
to see my dad with Sofía,

in my mom's house, sharing a bed…

Yeah, it's hard for me.

Your mom is dead.

Your dad has new dreams,

and has every right to rebuild his life.

Where can he go, if not his own house?

Other foot.

Remember, it's not just your home now.

Let him be happy.

I promise your mom
would want that for him too.

Let's move our bodies.

One, two…

Change, to the side. Two…

Three… Forward.

Reach out.

Two, three, four…

What or who is behind that smile?

When I was in New York,
I ran into… let's say, a past love.

A nice love?

He had good intentions,
but I didn't love him back.

We're entering an era where everything
that didn't get closure is coming back.

Life is giving you
a second chance with him.

Dance. Don't stop dancing.

I don't want to hurt anyone.

Can you stop thinking about everyone else
for once in your life?

You're a natural helper.

You are generous,
and that essence doesn't have to change.

But the time has come

to be generous to yourself
for the first time in your life.

Let go.

Let yourself go.

Close your eyes, breathe in.

Hello, friends.

We're coming to you
from The Club's Special.

Thank you!

And we have a very special topic,

because we just happen
to have a very close friend

who has found a past love again.

And since she has an ecologist's spirit,

she's seriously considering recycling.

I would really love to have someone
from the past to claim something from me.

Girls, do you believe the story
that everyone comes into this world

with a limited number of sex encounters?

-I don't.
-Why?

So how many are we talking about?

-It decreased?
-That's awful!

Let me assure you.

If you don't get laid,
you will lay it to waste.

Stay up to date.

-I agree.
-I'm a little behind, but I'll catch up.

Okay, friends, we're taking a break,
and we'll carry on soon with…

The Club's Special!

THE CHEAPEST, FRESHEST POTATOES!

Marce, I could help
you track down that b*stard.

Okay, how do you think
we can plan Operation Revenge?

Public cancellation? Memes with his face?

Or slandering his manhood?

Patricia, that's the issue.

-His manhood?
-No.

I don't know if I love him, if I hate him.

I just hope all this is nothing
but a dream with some explanation.

I miss him.

I love him.

And I can't believe
that this is happening again.

Oh, Marce.

-What are you saying?
-I'd love to do it.

I really would.

Mariana! Come.

What happened?

-What do you want?
-What happened?

-What?
-Tell us. What?

Is Ms. Marcela sick?

In her heart.

-No!
-What?

Cardiac issues?

Is it serious?

We'd prefer that, Bertha,
because that would be better.

-But it's not.
-What happened?

-Speak!
-Shush!

The potato seller has left her devastated.

I've known Marce for years,
and I've never seen her like this.

-Not even about Armando Mendoza.
-That's a lot.

A coward is the worst
kind of man there is.

Men are, in fact, the worst.

-Not all of them.
-Okay, okay.

So what can we do to help?

-Let's work together.
-Oh, please.

No! Is it for me?

No. It's for Marcela.

Think it through.

This is the first time
we have a common enemy.

That wretched potato seller.

So what's going through
that brilliant mind of yours? Tell us.

Okay, we're going to carry out…

the greatest search operation
in Ecomoda's history.

OPERATION SEARCH: ACTIVATED

So you all stayed up late for me?

I'm going to k*ll you!

Marce, why? I did it to help you,
I did it for you.

That's why I hired

the undercover investigators of The Club.

It was a very serious
journalistic investigation.

Thorough and demanding.

Delicate, exhaustive.

International communications.

World-wide triangulation.

The results.

I'm going to take a bite
to remember my mom.

Your mom was such a decent woman.

We remember her very fondly around here.

And I'm sorry about what happened.

Tell me about it.

I couldn't even say goodbye to her.

Or tell her how sorry I was
for what I'd done.

I never showed her everything
I've achieved.

Hello, Román.

That bun is full
of sugar and saturated fats.

Hello, Camila.

If you're here to convince me…
Just don't, okay?

Are you going to eat it?

-Eat.
-Just a bite.

To remember my mom. Just a bit.

Listen, Román, I don't know how mortified

you are about what you did to my mom.

But I do know that…

you have a right to make mistakes.

And mistakes don't define who you are.

You're saying that to work with me, right?

Of course.

I told you.

I need to get Ecomoda
out of the mess it's in right now.

In the meantime, I can help you
look like a good guy.

Camila, I came here

to make peace with my past.

Especially Betty and my mom.
I didn't have time with my mom…

because she died not long ago…

in an accident.

So she didn't get to see your change.

You know who could see your change?

My mom.

And you know who can do her a solid?

You're not the only person
who hurt my mom.

Look, I've seen her forgive things

way worse than what you did, for sure.

What do you mean?

Someone else hurt Betty?

I could tell you the gossip.

But you have to say that you'll help me.

Mr. Serrano was very kind
and understanding of the situation.

And he'll give us time
to try and sort things out.

But he was very strict about the terms.

It depends on Ángel's lawsuit.

As a matter of fact, Mr. Sánchez
has some very important information.

Go ahead, sir. Thank you.

Thank you, Ms. Pinzón.

Please, help me present
the images of our pitch.

There is a settlement between the parties.

That means that
the Arbitration Court's notice

should appear today, this afternoon.

Take it as a kind of confrontation.

But it can also turn
into a conciliation proceeding

if the parties so wish.

Let's say it's a type of…

-a…
-Proceeding?

Very good, sir. That's an A for you.

He knows his stuff. A proceeding
prior to the trial, so to speak.

Therefore, I need you
to pay close attention.

Especially you, Mr. Lombardi.

So does this mean
that Beelzebub is going to be there too?

-Beelzebub?
-Mephistopheles is going to be there?

-Who?
-Ángel.

We're not supposed to say "Ángel" here.

Sorry. But yes. Affirmative.

He'll be there
with his lawyer and a witness.

And his witness will be
Majo Arriaga, the witch.

Oh, now you think she's a witch.

LOW BLOW

You told me

that this would be quick and easy.

And it's not quick and easy.

And you never said anything about court.

What if we get caught?

You're not breathing. Breathe.

Inhale for four seconds.

Exhale for four seconds.

Now I need you to understand
that what happens this afternoon

might expedite a verdict in our favor.

I'll explain it in a different way,

in tailor-fying terms. Boo!

I always look before I leap.

So I need you to trust me.

Because everything will be all right.
Yes, it will.

Mr. Hugo, tell us in great detail…

What? Stop it!

In great detail…

tell us how you started
your romantic relationship with that…

predator.

In other words, who seduced who?

It was him.

You know, on our first date,

he got a big house on an estate

and created an Arabian Nights atmosphere.

The place was filled with veils,

there were big cushions, a fireplace.

I was dressed as a Ghawazi.

That's a nomadic dancer.

And suddenly I saw…

This man arrives with his Arabian features
on a thoroughbred.

Clip, clop, with his bare torso.

I pretended not to notice.

And suddenly, boom,
he dismounted the horse.

He spun me around,

and started anointing me
with essential oils.

And obviously,
since I'm not made of stone,

I fell at his feet, of course.

I was his.

Love is pretty incredible, isn't it, sir?

You end up seeing features
in people that they don't have,

or seeing things that do not exist.

Look, Hugo, I never trusted that guy.

Ever.

For the record, he flirted with me.
Several times.

He flirted with him, he says!

Thank you for making me laugh, Armando.
I needed that right now.

That's what beauty does.

And it was really uncomfortable for me
because I knew you loved him.

Don't be naive, Armando!

Why would he flirt with you?

You need to improve your storytelling.

Because you suck at making up stories.

And you suck at knowing
who you're close with.

Ángel… is a scammer!

Because Ángel wanted
to ride your coattails,

and he hit on me, but it didn't work.

I thought he only ate caviar,

but apparently he also likes stuffed pork!

Oh, really?

-And why were you with him? Tell me.
-Please.

Were you his vinegar deodorant?

No, lavender deodorant,
for your information.

-Let's keep our heads.
-Look who's talking.

-Oh, no. Sorry.
-Respect me.

Don't bite the hand that's defending you.

Sorry.

That was precisely the next point.

Remain silent,
because that's what needs to be done.

I want you to remember, sir,

that anything you say or do
will be used against you.

That's why, and I need you
to pay close attention and remember this,

that only we, as your attorneys,

are the ones
with the right to ask questions.

-Is that clear?
-Yes.

-Perfect.
-Yes, sir.

Thank you.

-Please, ma'am.
-Right, sir.

"Michel."

"I can still smell your perfume."

-"You've made me a…"
-Oh, no.

-Ma'am.
-Sorry.

-I didn't close my messages. Sorry.
-Don't worry, Betty. Play the song.

Everyone here wants to listen to it.

Right, mon amour?

There she is.

All good.

Mila, wait.

…between the parties.

Hello.

I know you were talking
about something important here,

but I also come here to talk… Anyway. Mom,

I've found an expert in crisis management.

And he's moved lots of companies forward,
he's recovered lots of brands.

But the thing is,
he's someone from your past…

But, Mom, I believe…

that we could use his expertise right now.

Come in.

Román?

Román Duarte?

You know, I made a bet with this guy.

I said he wasn't going to be able
to charm you and sleep with you.

And he did!

-Sorry. You won fair and square!
-Nice!

My neighbor.

Neighbor?

Hello, Betty.

ON THE NEXT EPISODE

Is my…

Michel!

Here I am.

What are we toasting to?

To the past in Cartagena?

-Together.
-Together.

You… and me.

-Who would have…
-Thought?

BETTY LA FEA, THE STORY CONTINUES