01x07 - La caja de los recuerdos

[bunniefuu]

Every ending has a beginning,

and the preparations
for Mila's 15th birthday party

were the beginning of the end
for Armando and me.

BEATRIZ AURORA'S 15TH BIRTHDAY

FIVE YEARS EARLIER

-The video is ready.
-Coming.

I was making popcorn.

My favorite movie in the whole world.

Mr. Armando.

-I'm a fan. What can I say? I love it.
-Sure, to mock me.

No, on the contrary.

I'd give half my life
to attend that party.

And the other half...

Who's next?

I would give it to be able
to dance the waltz with you.

Ask Betty for a dance.

Mr. Armando, when you look at me
like that, I believe everything you say.

So cute.

What are you watching?

No. Again?

Look, I don't need to watch
my mom's birthday party

to know how I want
to celebrate my 15th birthday.

I know how you want
to celebrate your birthday.

-Really?
-Guests, DJ, party, fireworks.

You want photographers, drones. What else?

You don't know your daughter
very well, Mr. Mendoza.

Mila will want to have a party like mine.

Discreet, a few guests, some relatives.

Mainly, she'll want
to copy the dress I wore.

Well, Mr. Mendoza
and Mrs. Pinzón are wrong.

I don't want a party.

-No? What do you want?
-No.

-What do you want?
-I want to travel.

-Travel where?
-What?

A Caribbean cruise with my friends.

No responsible adults, no parents.

You don't have to answer now.
I'll leave you to think about it.

A cruise? I don't...

That's full of sailors.
The girl's all grown up.

Beatriz, I'm sorry,
but you'll have to talk to her.

She's not going. She's not going.

Can you believe her?

Armando, I'm glad you came home early
so you can talk to her. Go ahead.

No, no. You go. Go.

-Armando.
-No, not me.

-Can we talk, honey?
-Come in.

You don't need
to put on anything to look pretty.

I don't do it because I need it,
I do it because I like it.

It's completely different.

Honey, it's just that...

Your dad wants...

Your dad and I want...

We want your birthday to be
the happiest day of your life.

But?

No, well, but...

Well, we'd like to

be part of that day.

Look.

If you want to come on the cruise,
too bad.

Too bad because none
of my friends' parents let them come,

so I think I'll have the party instead.

-Really?
-Yes.

What is it?

I look like a blueberry meringue.

-What?
-No, honey.

The things you come up with.

It's a design
from Ecomoda's latest collection.

It's a Lombardi.

Must be a "Blows-bardi,"
because I can't move

with this dress on.

Well, if it's too uncomfortable,
we'll change it.

-Can I?
-Yes, honey. Of course.

What if I don't look good?

The important thing is who you are,
not what you look like.

Betty la fea, the story continues

You always look beautiful
because you are beautiful.

-It looks gorgeous on you.
-Hello.

Hello. Let's see
how the birthday girl looks.

Beautiful.

-Really?
-Yes, yes.

-Honey.
-I believe you.

-Okay, thank you.
-People are here.

Johnny. Make her look like her mom.

-Gorgeous.
-Of course.

Talking about the mom,
what a wonderful thing.

-What a spectacular woman.
-Armando.

-What? What?
-I don't feel comfortable.

-Why not?
-It's not my essence.

Okay, but we'll take the essence off when
we get to the apartment and start doing...

Sir, get a room.

With all due respect
to the birthday girl, happy birthday,

but my Aura María will steal the show.

Really? Why's that?

I sent her to the auto body shop

at the most famous beauty salon
in our republic's capital.

What are you doing, man?
Don't be a slacker.

Be respectful. Give me that.

Mr. Hermes, please understand.

I have strange feelings.

I feel like a runaway horse. My heart...

The baker has become a poet.

-Let him speak.
-Mr. Hermes, don't worry.

Mrs. Julia, what if Pati comes

and I can tell her everything
I've felt for her all these years?

What for?

What if she wants to
come back to me, Mrs. Julia?

-What if she wants to be with him?
-What for?

What you have to do
is stop believing in fairy tales.

-The older, the dumber, right?
-Mr. Hermes.

Well, at least some liquid courage.

Baby, I just went out there,
to see how things were,

the decorations and everything,
and it felt strange.

Really? But it's the party Mila chose.

What? You don't like it?

It's just that it doesn't look like
the party Mila chose. It looks like...

No offense.
Like it was decorated by Mr. Hermes.

What does that mean?

Well, it doesn't look

special.

It's missing something.

Unbelievable.

After all these years,

you still believe we're not a family.

-No...
-We're not the Mendoza-Pinzón family,

but a mixture of last names
that never fit together.

What? I didn't say that.

No?

I have to put a fire out right now.

I'M HERE

I'll be back. Don't give me that look.

Mila, stay still, for God's sake.

-Are those uncomfortable?
-A bit.

I'll ask you to calm down.
Look, I brought your daughter a gift.

It's fragile, delicate.

-You have no idea where I got it.
-Why are you here?

Thanks for asking. Look.

Armando, I came to apologize,
from the bottom of my heart.

I want to turn the page,

and I think that it's enough
of you disregarding me,

of you ignoring me every time we meet.

I think I've paid for my sins.

Don't mess with what's sacred, okay?

And Betty is sacred for me.

Sacred? Please.

What intimacy?
We both share intimacy with Betty.

What's the secret?

No one knows
who knows her better, you or me.

Neither Betty nor I want to see you.

I know things
weren't always easy, Armando,

but, please, believe me, honestly,

I'm really sorry
for everything we did to the monster.

-What?
-I'm sorry.

Too many years calling her that.

You started it, I think. I don't know.

In fact, you never told me
you had fallen in love with her.

I'm sorry. Excuse me.

There's something bothering me
and it won't leave me alone.

What?

With all due respect,
who's the strawberry and who's the cream?

Classic.

What do you mean?

No, well, just that, right?

Who's the lady and who's the guy?

-Freddy.
-How insolent. You'll get slapped.

Any news about Daniel?

Well, we're checking all the paperwork

to get him out.

Because Daniel shouldn't
have been in jail for so long.

Well, he ruined his own destiny,
didn't he?

Honestly, I hope
he learned his lesson in there.

No, I'm sure he did.

Not like Armando and Beatriz,

who should be in jail
for what they did. Don't you think?

Let's turn the page.

I wanted to tell you
I took a very long trip.

I went and came back.

-Buddha.
-Yes.

You're enlightened, you reflected.

Of course I became enlightened.

And one of the things I reflected on

was that I want to put things in order.

And that includes you,
and it includes Betty too.

And how will you do it, Calderón? Damn it.

Armando, look.

I repeat, I came to apologize, okay?

You and I have known each other
and have been friends for 40 years.

In 10 years,
we'll celebrate our golden wedding.

Let's not throw
this partnership away, okay?

Besides, you were given another chance.

I haven't been given one.

-What's up?
-She won't answer.

I'm worried. She won't answer.
It goes straight to voicemail.

That woman isn't for you. Accept it.

Voicemail system...

If someone says, "Here comes Fake Blonde,"
I don't see her.

Look, Freddy.

Blonde women, really stunning bombshells,
they take their time.

Yes, sure.

I'm sure Fake Blonde isn't for you either.

Look, we're being played the wrong waltz.

Solidarity, Mr. Nicolás, please.

Voicemail system. Leave your message...

A little, okay? And fast.

I finally see something pretty,

because this overdose
of ugliness and bad taste

that I've been seeing here...

Have you seen the balloon arch?

Who could have put it up?

Why, who else? Mister Germs.

My guy. My guy, my guy.

As long as Camilita sees it
and likes it, it's enough for me.

Well, as soon as Mila goes through
that door wearing my design,

I'll ask you a favor, Roberto.

Grab your chair,
because this will make you swoon.

It's spectacular.

-The b*mb.
-Amazing.

What happened to the girl's dress?

She did what she wanted.

Being and not pretending.

What did you do to my design?

I fixed it.

-You fixed it?
-Do you like it? Do you?

Marge, Marge, that's not my design.

-Not my design.
-Okay, okay.

She did something to it. I'll pass out.

-Lombardi, enough.
-My guy, I'll pass out.

Dignity in defeat.
Don't wallow in your misery.

-Enough.
-Look.

Come, doll.
I'll give you some unsolicited advice.

This funny-looking girl
is the owner's daughter.

In the blink of an eye,
she'll be your boss,

and diplomacy advises
having good relations with her.

First of all, don't be nosy.

Why am I talking to you?

You have no clue about haute couture.

You know what? I'm leaving. I'm leaving.

-No, calm down, Huguito.
-No. Calm down.

-Stay. This can be fixed.
-Look, take a...

-There.
-I'll take one.

This is a jungle,
and you need to understand how it works.

What is Mario Calderón doing here?

I won't accept that.

What are you going to do, Betty? Wait.

-He'll listen to me.
-Betty.

Mila, I want to tell you something,

and that is I trust you completely.

And another much more important thing.

I love you very much.

And I love you.

You're not welcome here.

I don't have to remind you why.

Betty, you're completely right.

Now, I propose we lower our g*ns, okay?

Let's bury the hatchet,
smoke the peace pipe, okay?

I know I may have made mistakes, Betty.

Coming without an invitation
is another big mistake.

Yes, of course, Betty. I'm aware of it.

Now, let me ask you. Don't you think
that hate you have towards me,

completely justified, should have ended

because it passed its expiration date?

It's been so many years, Betty.

The problem isn't
the years that have passed.

It's my good memory.

The important thing is
she fixed our balance sheet,

and we'll get out of this.

Then call her to the office
and close the door.

Lock the door. Turn the lights off.

Give her some of those horrible kisses
you always give her.

And then convince her
she has to leave, for you, for all of us.

Where do you want to send her?

Africa, Antarctica,
a horrible faraway place.

A horrible one, so she won't stand out.

And far away, so she can't
just catch a flight any second

and come back again to ruin the wedding.

I'm leaving, then.

Can I ask something
before I go back to being exiled?

Can I properly say goodbye
to my friends and...

-Look who's here.
-Look, baby.

Pachito. Look. It's Pachito. My friend.

Another friend for my party.

Baby.

-Yes.
-Baby.

-Yes.
-Saúl Gutiérrez.

Raúl Gutiérrez.

Former Chief of Staff at Ecomoda.

You were sucked dry.

Poor thing. They left you with nothing.

She found you at the flea market, right?

Nice to meet you.

How are you?

Unbelievable, Fake Blonde. Tomb raider.

Jerks.

How do you want me to react
after seeing Mario Calderón

come here, sharing this moment
like he's a Pinzón family friend?

Since, according to you,
the party was organized

by Pinzones for Pinzones.

According to me?
How come? I never said that, Betty.

You misunderstood me.

I was talking about our daughter's party.

It's a completely different thing.

Besides, I didn't invite Mario Calderón.
He showed up.

-You didn't?
-No. It's been 20 years.

I hadn't heard from him.
He showed up and said, "Man, sorry."

He didn't apologize to me.

I understand your pain,
but we have to turn the page.

No, you don't understand.
He hurt me so deeply.

-Let's not put...
-What are you doing here?

-Talking about the banquet, but...
-We're going back.

Are you fighting on my birthday?

We're coming.

No, I see you're having
a delightful conversation.

I guess you're discussing

how you want
my graduation party to be, right?

You're not fighting.

See? These are
the kind of things that make me

want to study in the US.

Honey...

Will he survive the party?

It's not looking good.
It's not looking good.

-Broke girls.
-Pati.

Nicolás, hi.

Pati, you're...

-You're...
-I'm what?

-How?
-You look beautiful, as always.

Nice to see you.

I know I come home late many times
because I'm working.

Honey, I know that sometimes

I don't have time
to listen to your problems.

How much time can you two have left

if the only thing you do
with your free time is fight?

They're stupid fights. Don't mind them.

But I promise you
it will change from now on.

Because we're your parents,
we're here to listen to you,

to be with you, to know your dreams.

I love that.

For now, I just want today
to be my special day,

my moment...

-Awful.
-What's that?

Dad.

Betty.

Control him. Handle him, please.

Dad.

Careful.

-Dad.
-What's up, honey?

-Why are you playing that?
-This is real music.

-The girl doesn't like it.
-Not that trash you're dancing to.

It's not the music the girl likes.

If you want, we can grab a drink.
There's an awesome bar nearby.

We'll get away from this noise.

Didn't you see I'm not alone?

Yes. I saw you came with...

Are you taking care of the elderly?

Is that what you do now?
Working in that field?

I came with Francisco Santamaría,

the most important businessman
in this country.

Okay, yes. This man is like...

Yes, the most important
businessman in this country.

Okay, Pati. What are your plans?

We'll get married soon.

I didn't mean...

You'll marry that guy?

You love that mummy?

-I'm sorry.
-I love him.

You love that guy?

I have never loved anyone in my life
as much as I love him.

Excuse me.

Let's get this party started!

What's this?

What are you doing?

To the floor, Gut!

Grillo, I didn't go to the beauty salon.
I went to the airport.

I need you to please understand me.

And I want you to know
that I'll always love you.

And I beg you to please understand.

Goodbye.

My dear Mr. Mora,

I need your wise advice.

Please, give me
your interpretation of this audio.

-It's okay.
-Please.

Grillo, I didn't go to the beauty salon.
I went to the airport.

I need you to please understand me.

And I want you to know
that I'll always love you.

Well, I advise you
to forget about this woman forever.

Actually, I should too.

Goodbye, Freddy Stewart Contreras.

We should.

Don't we love this place
for our wedding reception?

The what?

We love it. We love it.

What? The what?

Don't worry, my love.

Hello?

Hello?

Yes, yes. That's me.

Yes, he's my brother, Daniel.
Are his release papers ready?

-What? What? Marcela.
-Marce?

-Marcela, what's wrong?
-Marce.

It all ended before we thought.

What was a celebration
turned into a funeral.

This just in. Daniel Valencia,

businessman and shareholder
in the prestigious company Ecomoda,

was m*rder*d this afternoon...

The cause of death
hasn't been fully established,

but, apparently,
it's related to a fight between inmates...

In this penitentiary behind me,

Daniel Valencia was being held,

a former state worker, and executive

at a well-known fashion company.

Daniel Valencia
was convicted for money laundering.

The management at this detention center
has not provided details on his m*rder.

Valencia was imprisoned
for money laundering.

I repeat, we're reporting
the death of Daniel Valencia,

businessman and shareholder in Ecomoda.

DEATH CERTIFICATE

PERSONAL IDENTIFICATION
REPUBLIC OF COLOMBIA

"Marcela, if you're reading this letter,
that means I'm dead.

"You need to know
there's another Valencia in the family.

"His name is Ignacio.

"He's been studying
for several years in the US,

"and he might be
your best ally in Ecomoda.

"Look him up. He's ready to help you."

Everything turned out wrong.

I can't believe what happened to Daniel.

I'm so sorry
it happened at your party, honey.

The party was ruined way before the news,
partly because of you two.

Mila.

-It's not... Mila.
-Mila.

How sad.

Mila's right.
We weren't considerate with her.

Let's not start pointing fingers.

You want one thing, she wants another.
Me too, and it didn't go well.

Yes, right. If it were up to you,
you would have had two parties.

One with the Mendozas
and one with the Pinzones.

Right?

Today,

I felt like you never
fully accepted my family.

You're my brother Daniel's son, right?

I'm a Valencia.

And if you need a DNA test to confirm it,
that's okay.

That, however, could mean
another scandal for the family.

I think we need to be smarter,
more cunning.

I can tell you about myself.

Look.

I'm the best in everything I do,
I graduated with honors,

and I always get what I want,
because it's in my blood.

Did I blow your mind?

Dance music, Danielito?

No, but it will blow your mind.

You didn't tell me something.
Did you close a deal with Ecomoda?

You didn't say anything.

I don't need a DNA test.

You're as smug and arrogant
as my brother Daniel.

What do you need from us?
What do you want?

Look, I simply want what's mine,
what belongs to me.

I want to work at Ecomoda.

Well, that's not that easy, Ignacio.

The Mendozas are also the owners.

The Mendozas?

They've been choosing presidents
all these years.

Well, except for
when my dad was president, all the rest.

And they have been using you.

Don't you think
it's time for us to get some justice?

Look, I want to get into Ecomoda,

and for our last name to take control.

I haven't forgotten
what happened with Daniel.

This is not an isolated fact.

It's Beatriz's plan to end the Valencias.

Marcela.

Beatriz didn't put a g*n
to your brother's head

to force him into laundering money.
Please.

Okay, fine. Daniel made a mistake.

Like you and Beatriz made one years ago.

The difference is
you didn't go to jail for it.

But Daniel did.

Beatriz and you k*lled him, buried him.

Enough!

You know perfectly well
we didn't k*ll him.

He did that on his own.

Stop it, both of you.

Roberto, I request
an extraordinary meeting.

I need Beatriz to step down as president.

That's ridiculous.

-Armando.
-Dad.

-Leave us alone.
-Dad.

Please.

No, Freddy, really.

No, not again.

Yes, again.

And soon, here, there won't
just be one ghost, there'll be two.

Daniel Valencia's
and Freddy Stewart Contreras'.

Freddy, stop it, okay?

This guy you see here isn't me,
it's someone else.

My days will drag on,

and my nights will be agony,

until I see Aura María face-to-face

and she tells me what happened.

I'll tell you how I feel

In this love story

We have to get him a psychiatrist.

Someone plays, someone loses...

No. What for?
He's already gone insane. Look at him.

In this love story...

Daniel's death hurt us all.

I understand that it hurt you
more than the rest, of course.

But the pain can lead us
to make bad decisions.

What you're proposing right now

is neither prudent nor advisable.

For now, trust me.

Roberto, I just need to be heard.

I met a young executive

with impressive potential.

Having someone who's creative, innovative

in this company right now
would be wonderful.

Who?

His name is Ignacio Ortiz.

Understand me.

Armando and Beatriz are in cahoots.

I have no one.

María Beatriz, my sister,

I don't even know which side she's on.

Think about it.

Having an impartial leader
at the head of the company

would be perfect.

Look, Marcela, it's fine.
We can wait for them to hire me.

Anyway, Roberto doesn't have
too long to continue imposing his will.

Patricia, have you seen Armando?

He's with Marce, Betty.

They went to get dinner
at the restaurant next door.

Didn't he tell you?

Yes, he told me, but I forgot. Thanks.

Because they agreed to go there
a long time ago,

probably to talk about what happened

at the last meeting.

That's right. You weren't there.

Betty, you know what?

I recommend you stop by,

just so you're informed
of everything that happened, right?

Betty, please.

Look, when you're going down,
you push this little arrow down here.

Yes, sure. See you, Patricia.

It's on.

BETTY IS ON HER WAY

I understand you defending her.
She's your wife.

But because of Beatriz,
my brother Daniel is dead.

Because of Beatriz? No.

You know what?
I think you deserve an explanation.

When Beatriz talked to the authorities

so they could investigate what was
going on in the company, she never...

and listen carefully,
never, ever thought Daniel was involved.

Daniel was the only thing I had.

But what do you care, right?

Hey, don't be like that.

I do care about what you're going through.

Sorry. Sorry.

Betty. Oh, my God. Betty.

Betty.

Don't just leave, Betty.

Betty.

You should have told me you were coming,

and I would've canceled
my tango lesson and waited for you.

What happened?

What happened is...

I'm leaving Armando, Dad.

What?

Beatriz Aurora, do you know what
a divorce means for the Pinzón family?

-Dad, please.
-It's a dishonor.

I'm a grown woman.

Do you think
it's easy for me to come here?

If you're gonna give me a hard time,
I'll go to a hotel.

No, no. Come, come, come.

This is your home
and will always be your home

above all else, Betty.
You should know that.

Come here.

Luckily, your mom left
before seeing you go through this.

And you don't have
to explain anything, honey.

I felt confused,

upset, furious.

Armando had lied to me again.

Just like he did 20 years ago,

just like he's doing now.

But this time,
I can no longer believe him.