03x08 - Episode 8

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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

It's open.

The receptionist let me in
without calling up.

Yeah, the receptionist is
my spirit advisor now.

That man knows what's good for me.

I also know what's good for you.

That's why I'm here
to give you an invitation.

I don't trust that.

Am I going to be safe?

With me? Always.

As long as it doesn't involve going back
to Ecomoda, I'm down.

Okay, let's just say it's an invitation

to see that the bad side to me

doesn't want you to leave for Spain yet.

Michel has returned to my life.

"To return" is a lovely verb.

It sounds like beginning again,
rediscovering what was left behind

that might still await us.

It sounds like a second chance.

Betty!

Betty.

Oh, Steffy.

Thank goodness. I made it all the way up.

I hope I'm not interrupting.

If you're looking for Nicolás,
he's not here.

I know, Betty.

I know.

When I said, "interrupting,"

I actually meant you and your boyfriend.

Michel!

Michel!

Goodbye!

Because at Ecomoda,

everybody is saying
that he's living here with you.

People talk too much at Ecomoda.

Michel is at a hotel.

Oh, good.

What do you want, Patricia?

Betty, divorce is breathing down
our necks.

So… you should give him a room.

Nicolás. Okay?

Look, Patricia, don't get me wrong,

but I want to live by myself
at this stage in my life.

Of course, Nicolás is my best friend,
and I'll always help him.

I hope so, Betty.

TODAY

THE EMPEROR

TURKISH DOMESTIC PRODUCT

What do you think?

-Just wonderful.
-Right?

Dad, hello!

Hello, sweetheart.

-Good evening.
-Hello, Betty.

-How are you?
-Come in.

Would you like some wine?

No. I'll come back another time.

Betty!

Come in.

You're at home.

Your dad deserves to be happy.

Love is love

at any stage in life, at any age.

Okay, well, to be honest,
I came here to ask you personally

to take Nicolás in, Dad.

Give him my old room.

-What?
-What?

Are you saying, implying

that parasite asked you to ask me
to house him?

No, Dad. It's my idea.

Honestly, the thing is,

I think Nicolás's marriage
might end any day now.

Wait, wait.

I've been feeding him for half of my life.

And now I have to house him?
I have to take him in?

That sounds like a squatter.

Not interested.

Anyway, Betty, we're just starting
to get to know each other.

We are the opposite of what happened
between America and Spain.

There was a conquest,

and now we're at the discovery stage.

No details, Dad.

Betty, what do you think
about Michel's ideas for our podcast?

The one about travelling to other cities

opens up the cybernetic
and cybernautic spectrum for us.

Yes, he has some very good ideas.
He has wonderful ideas.

Yes.

Okay, I'll leave you
because it's getting chilly, you know?

Right.

-Okay…
-It's freezing.

Go get ready. I'll be right behind you.

You two seem rejuvenated.

Thank you, sweetheart.

Please, tell that Frenchman,

Michel, that I don't meddle in his life,

so he shouldn't be meddling in mine.
What is this talk about traveling?

No. I want Sofía by my side at all times,

not wandering around like a lost sheep.

Coming.

Make yourself at home.

But don't forget
to lock the door when you leave.

Coming!

Let's apply some common sense to this.

So you were at a g*y bar
with Armando Mendoza

kissing you, while some guys
broke into your house and robbed you.

Coincidence?

I know, I'm a fool.

I didn't trust him
in the beginning either, but when…

he kissed me, it felt so real,

so Armando.

-So nice.
-Right.

I know, I've kissed him too,

and I know how many lies come out
of that mouth every second.

While you two were making out,

he sent his sidekicks
to search your house for evidence.

Baby, he set you up.

But they're screwed,
because those drawings aren't here.

And I also know that Armando Mendoza
will regret what he did to me.

What are you going to do?

Tell me!

I don't want you freelancing here.

-No. It's…
-We have to flip it.

-The other way around.
-It has to be flipped.

-You're both fools. Here…
-Why did you hit him?

-He was smashing it.
-Don't do that.

-Come here.
-Come.

Don't worry.

-Tell your brother you're sorry.
-Come.

-It was that easy.
-Yes.

No, wait…

-So…
-Are these the designs?

No! Where are my designs?

"To my perverse Ángel."

I just don't understand all the fuss.

Why do we have to go through
all this trouble?

Eventually the company will be sold
to that Turkish guy, Ahmed.

Really, Armando?
When were you going to tell me?

No, Hugo. I didn't agree to that deal.

And one more important thing.

It's not pronounced…

-It's Turkish.
-What I'm saying, Armando,

is if Ecomoda is being sold,
sell it after my name is cleared.

I told you, I'm not selling.
Hugo, please, listen to me.

-Armando. Please, don't even try.
-That's why.

-That's right.
-Haven't you noticed

that Ecomoda is a matriarchy?

You play no role there.

You know what? Inés, you and I
are going to go

to talk to the big bosses at Ecomoda.

-Since this…
-Sorry. Excuse me.

We're very sorry about interrupting
such a nice conversation,

but I'm bringing a restraining order

issued by an honorable judge
of this Republic, for you,

my dear diva of art and culture,
Mr. Hugo Lombardi.

-What's a retaining order?
-"Restraining," idiot.

Exactly. As this gentleman here is saying,

in so many words, you are
forbidden from approaching

within 200 meters from any place

where the person known as
Ángel Pulido is located.

If you're even 199 meters from him,
you go to jail.

Doesn't this country's justice system
have more important issues than this?

What do you expect after you punched him?

Justice is useless here,
backing up every single thief.

-I'm out.
-They'll just issue another one.

Sorry. It says,

"The Turk's offer
to buy Ecomoda still stands."

"The Turk's wife only wears Ecomoda." Wow.

"And admires Hugo Lombardi."

Don't you think the Turk's interest
in Ecomoda is a little sudden?

It is sudden, but it's also
a great opportunity.

Remember, I'm a father,
head of a household,

and I depend on this company, okay?

And that I want
to keep designing at Ecomoda.

Don't worry. We could include

a clause saying you must be
the designer. That's it.

Oh, that was quick!
Who could that text be from?

Betty, respect the child's privacy.

ROMÁN
I'M DYING TO SEE YOU.

Getting back to the sale,
with which I don't agree,

thank goodness
the deal is coming from Turkey.

Beware of the guy whose name
starts with "R" and ends with "Omán."

He might be pretending to be Turkish.

I'm glad we don't have to see him again.

Don't worry.
Nobody's going to lose their job.

Look, photos of the Turk's wife.

She was Miss Universe.

The Turk knows his stuff.

He has good taste
and likes to indulges himself.

This summer has me acting like Betty.

What? How so?

Like an independent woman of the world?
An international model?

No, with the hot flashes
of a fifty-something.

That's called andropause, Nicolás.

Marcela, Nicolás, Mila, Armando, Betty.

We have a quorum!

I've prepared a short statement
for you all.

Oh, and let me tell you,
I've been talking to Inés.

Say hi, Inés.

"Hello, everybody, how are you?"

And we came to the conclusion
that the most important thing

right now for the company is simply…

Am I interrupting?

-Yes.
-No.

-Obviously, you're interrupting, Michelin.
-Of course not. You're never interrupting.

We were just starting a meeting,

-so, yes, you're interrupting.
-We haven't started yet.

Right, you're always welcome here.
Come in.

I'm sorry, Fernando.

-Sorry, Armando.
-Yes?

I wanted to give you
a very special invitation.

Starting this Friday and every weekend,

I'm singing with my band at this venue.

So I'd be very happy
if you would come and see me.

Mich, it looks awesome. Count me in.

-Daddy, want to go?
-Thanks.

Michelin, I'd love to, but I have
problems… the baby, the crisis…

But maybe.

We'll go at some point, for sure.

We're just dying to go, Michel.

Wonderful. I look forward to it.

Bye, darling.

-Okay…
-It got hot in here.

Goal for France!

I hope you will have a very good meeting.

I am very sorry
to have interrupted you, Armando.

What did he say? I didn't get it.

Nothing. Just "bye."

Okay, after this episode
of the Michel-Armando Show,

I'll continue with my statement.
In speaking with Inés,

we've reached the conclusion
that the most important thing for Ecomoda

right now is winning the lawsuit,
and in the process, clearing my name.

After that, you can sell Ecomoda

to anyone,
the Turks, the Arabs, the Bedouins…

So, do you think we'll win?

Because at this rate,
it'd be better to sell now and not when…

When what, Marcela?

When we lose?

Well…

Okay, Marcela Valencia…

Are you doubting me?

Don't take it personally.

I just want you to understand that
we have a very solid offer right now.

Okay, calm down. One moment.

Hugay, look, I…

am practically not part of this company,
but in this case,

I think Ms. Valencia is right.

-Damn.
-Okay, Hugo.

Wait a minute, please. Marce…

We're talking about Ecomoda, Marce.

What would your dad think about all this?

Because I know exactly
what Roberto Mendoza would think.

He would never sell.

My dad and your dad
were two very sensible people.

And with regards to this lawsuit,
I'm sure they would sell.

Betty, you support me
on not selling, right?

As far as selling is concerned,
it's up to the Valencias and Mendozas.

As founders and heirs to this company,
it's your responsibility.

Wait, let me rephrase the question.

You, as president of Ecomoda, what
do you think about selling the company?

-Since you want to know what I think…
-Yes, I want to know.

Whether we win or not,
I came here to help you temporarily.

My plan was never to stay.

I have other plans.

Good.

I'm glad you have plans,
but as president of Ecomoda,

it would be great
if you shared them with us.

Thank you for asking.

Well, I want to… do many things.

I want to study.

-Great!
-Study, Mom?

You need to study.

Go ahead.

Go ahead, you need to study.

When the lawsuit is sorted out,
I'm leaving the presidency

and I'm going to study Literature.

Literature!

And…

what will you write about?
What genre? Horror?

Better yet, write comedy,
because you've been very funny lately.

I don't find your remarks funny, Hugo.

I think it's awesome, Mom.

I admire you.

I support you.

We all support her. Of course.

But while you think of yourself,
you could think of us too,

because we have a serious problem.

I made decisions with others in mind
for years, and to what end?

To move forward, make progress.
For the future.

You think if I take care of myself,
I'm not moving forward?

Excuse me, I didn't say that.

But it looks like
things are changing here.

Why? Under what influence?

-The French Revolution? Maybe.
-Daddy!

I've been giving you my all for years.

ECOMODA
THAT HURT

The crown jewels have arrived!

Oh, it's so nice to see you all.

So, what's the sheikh's name?

Miraç Ahmed Emir Kerem Khan Yigit Yusuf…

-Zeheb Öztürkç…
-Amen.

Seven different names,
one true triple-daddy.

It can't be!

That's his first name?
What's his last name?

That man looks
like a Turkish soap opera heartthrob.

Yes!

I think he's so hot.

But I don't know.
I feel stressed at the same time,

because I want to have him here
in front of me and look him in the eyes.

And lay out the Tarot cards
to know what his real intentions are.

Whether he's coming
to put us out of work or what.

-Oh, no.
-Out with your bad thoughts!

What if he comes here
and falls for one of us?

Don't make me laugh!

Tell us, Freddy, what is so funny to you?

Everybody knows

that men of that class, the sheikhs,

love beautiful Black women,
just like me. I'm sorry.

Yes.

To be honest, I'm well taken care of now.

-But that specimen is on another level.
-Yes.

I would do a belly dance for him,

just to stop him from firing me.

Yes! Let's dance!

One, two, three.

One… two… three…

four… five… six.

I really missed you.

And all of you too.

Family is family. That's for sure.

I thought about you day and night at sea.

What could I bring her? A dolphin.
But they wouldn't let me.

Pascual is so shameless.

And why are Betty and Armando fighting?

I can't hear anything!

Let's close our eyes

and listen closely.

So I brought you this silly thing.

Look.

I don't want anything from you.

Gutiérrez.

Thank you for telling me
that Nicolás was here.

Excuse me.

Nicolás.

Nicolás…

Nicolás, I got a call
from the vaccine clinic.

Our daughter has an appointment at 3:00.

Could you take her? I can't take her.

Thank you.

Blondie…

Are you stealing that necklace? Here.

As ULTRAJE's president,

Union of Free Retired Workers of Ecomoda,

I don't agree with the sale of
our beautiful company to a sheikh.

Go right…

-Do you need anything, Mr. Armando?
-Of course.

Tell your silly friends
that I can see them.

-I can see you.
-He can see you.

Excuse me. Marcela!

My princess!

What's with that face?

No! I called.

I left messages.

I hope we sell Ecomoda, so I don't
have to see your face ever again.

I have two words to you.

Goodbye forever.

Thank you.

My darling.

How are you?

-This is the queen.
-Nice to meet you, María José Arriaga.

-Go ahead.
-Thanks.

Girls…

Ecomoda's sale is not a done deal yet.

Oh, thank God.

Even if it was, your jobs are not at risk.

Are you sure?

What a relief! Because I just started.

And you'll get fired today

if you don't get back to work
as soon as possible.

Move!

You too.

Patricia, don't jump out the window.

Think!

Easy!

Easy.

So you're still determined to be
the same Armando from 20 years ago.

It's not that I don't care
about your dreams.

Betty, of course I support you
in everything you do…

Armando, I don't have to explain
myself to you.

And I can't stay here forever.

I know.

Things have really changed, haven't they?

You only remember what suits you.

That is so selfish.

You're thinking, Betty! Stop thinking.

Did you know that it's easier
to understand Plato, Taoism,

and Zen through ping-pong?

To understand Armando.

Serve.

Let's go.

I don't know if I'll be able
to have a genuine friendship with Armando.

Considering that he promised
he'd do anything to be my friend.

Maybe he's not ready.
Especially with Michel's arrival.

It's exhausting for me
to go to Ecomoda every day.

You lose a point if you don't put the ball
over the net, Betty, just like in life.

To let the game flow,
you have to make a connection.

You want Armando to respond,

but you're not putting
the ball on his side of the net.

Good!

Armando can be so unbearable.

Well, the most important thing
is that you tell him…

-Did I hurt you? No.
-No.

That you tell him…

what was bothering you.
That's the most important thing.

That tickles.

Relax.

-Yes.
-And close your eyes. Close your eyes.

-Yes.
-And breathe.

Yes?

Breathe. Yes.

Breathe.

I'm sorry. Pretend I'm not here.

Keep doing what you were doing.
Go on. Don't worry.

Betty, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to interrupt,
but can you help me?

I dewormed the baby, and the vaccine,

I think it was too much
and it upset her stomach.

-I'll prepare her bottle. Keep her here.
-Yes.

Rock her. You can't stop
or she'll wake up.

And it's awful when she wakes up.

Rock her. You can't stop moving.

Betty…

Michelin, I'm so sorry.

Come over here if you want.
I don't know what I can offer you.

But…

Betty…

Poor thing.

I didn't mean to interrupt. I'm sorry.

Congratulations, by the way.
Your music is excellent.

It's perfect for
getting the baby to sleep.

Betty…

Do you think your therapist would see me?

It's an emergency.
Does she take emergencies?

I don't know. I don't think so, Nicolás.

Go ahead, Michelin. Rock her.

Very poetic, very fantastic.

What about Patricia?

She doesn't understand anything.

DANCE ACADEMY

Open your arms,
and extend your chest upwards.

Let's start.

Low sway.

To the side.

One, two, three, four.

One, forward, two. Forward. Three.

And to your diagonal. Diagonal.

One, two, three…

And down. Then comes a twist.
And lift your arm up high.

And… up… down.

Up. Let's do our shimmy.
Shimmy. Feet together.

Shimmy…

SECOND FLOOR

Good morning, Mr. Armando.

What is this nonsense?

Why are you doing?

You look like gnomes!

Talk.

We're preparing the ambiance
for the arrival of the buyer, the sheikh.

That's right.

Who told you to…

First of all,
I haven't decided to sell Ecomoda.

Second, he's not a sheikh, he's a Turk.

And third,

I don't know why I'm explaining it to you,
you don't understand anything anyway.

Take that off right now,
for the love of God.

Mom?

Are you busy?

No, honey.

For you? Never. Tell me.

What do you need?

Have you noticed the scenarios
the Club girls have been creating?

I mean, those ladies are already
living in a Turkish soap opera.

Can you imagine what Ecomoda
will be like if the Turk buys it?

Why is she wearing that?

You see her? Who dressed her? Gross.

Oh, beautiful princess,
please, sign the book of our love.

Betty, don't sign his book.

He can't be trusted.

No! It's not a fake.

-Please, get out.
-No.

Tell them, darling. It's not a fake.

I told you to get out.

-Come with me.
-Stop!

Security.

What a nightmare. Out!

Gutiérrez, escort him out!

Now!

-Sir.
-Escort him out now!

-Don't take him. Armando!
-Don't take me.

-Throw him in jail.
-Betty, my love.

-Armando!
-Get out!

-Remove him!
-Get out!

No!

-Remove him!
-Mom… Mom!

Can I buy you lunch?

No! No, no, no.

In these places, the food is not only bad,
it's also expensive…

Dad, lower your voice. Wipe your mouth.

He's not lying, Betty. Let your dad speak.

Mr. Hermes, if the restaurant were French,
we'd be having another conversation.

Well…

I invited you three here
because it's important to me…

that the news I'm about to give you,

be heard as a family.

Okay, if this is a family meeting,

you should have invited Sofía,
since she's a part of this family now.

-Okay, I know you want to know.
-Yes.

But you know me.

You know I'm the worst at keeping secrets.

Honey, you're scaring me. What's going on?

-Oh, no.
-Román, no. Come.

-Come.
-Why are you here?

Wasn't he going back to Spain?

-What is this, Camila? An ambush?
-No.

I won't ever sit at the same table
as this guy. Never!

-Okay, calm down, Dad.
-Okay…

Why did you invite him?
He brought his lunchbox.

Will he be eating here?

What's going on?

-Well, I'd like to introduce my boyfriend.
-What?

My God!

Sir!

Excuse me.

-Are you Miss Berta?
-"Ms." to you.

Sign here, please?

Hey!

Hey!

What if this is a letter b*mb?

Haven't you seen any movies? It happens.

Oh, Sandra, you and your movies. Open it.

Wait, what if it's from a secret admirer?

Oh, no!

Mine doesn't need
to send me letters like that.

He does other things for me.

What if it's a nude pic
from a very fit and handsome daddy?

-Open it.
-God, what are you saying?

What is it?

Such juicy gossip.
And I can't tell anyone.

ON THE NEXT EPISODE

I'm scared he might want
to take revenge using my child.

Do you see a future for this relationship?
What do you want?

Let's go talk. Come.

-Where?
-Come.

-Armandaddy.
-Where?

We have to talk about it
away from the office, Betty.

-Is it that bad?
-Very bad.

You looked into me.

-What are you doing here?
-I thought Betty told you.

-I'm here to take her to New York.
-What?

BETTY LA FEA, THE STORY CONTINUES