01x09 - Borró cassette

[bunniefuu]

Bravo, Mr. Hermes. This looks so good.

As if it was my birthday, right?

-Look.
-You owe me a few. I'll count this one.

None of that, man.

Beatriz Aurora and Camilita
don't have breakfast here,

because they don't even sleep here.

But I can't allow my food to go to waste.

Wasting this would be a crime,
a sin to waste this feast.

Betty la fea, the story continues

Did you know Beatriz Aurora
had a diary when she was single?

Yes, of course, sir.

-Very good.
-I knew.

-Very good.
-This is really yummy.

Besides, I need to get my energy back,

because last night,
Mr. Hermes, you know what?

I gave my all.
They sucked the energy out of me.

Do you...

know...

...what happened between her and Armando?

Good morning.

Betty, are you okay?

What are you doing here?

This is my house.

No. I mean, what am I doing here?

Well, the thing is,
you and I, last night...

No, no, no. No.

No, I don't want to know.

Betty, I made you breakfast.

I made you blackberry juice, my favorite.
I hope you like it, okay?

Thanks, but no.

It's just that I have to go
to the meeting, and I'm late.

-Should I turn around?
-Yes, please.

-Yes, sorry. Sorry.
-I'll get dressed.

Sure. No, but we have time.

-If you let me, I can take you.
-No.

Arriving together at Ecomoda,
gossip central? No.

We'd better not. Thanks.

Betty, we have arrived together before.

Besides, we need to talk
about what happened.

I'm sorry. No. That's the last thing
I want to talk about.

-Okay.
-Actually, I need my phone to make a call.

-Can you hand it to me?
-Yes, it's here. It's here.

Thank you.

What are you doing?

I don't like people
going through my stuff,

but curiosity was k*lling you, right?

What's this, Ignacio?

Answer me.

Calm down, Mr. Hermes. Don't worry.

INCOMING CALL

Sir, how are you?

Nicolás, where are you?

-At your house, Betty. Where else?
-Who is it?

I need you to do me a favor
without my dad noticing.

Please, find me some clothes
and come get me fast,

but really quickly.

I'm at Esteban's house.

Where?

I'll explain later, okay?

I'll explain later. Come running, fast.

Yes, sir. Don't worry. I'm coming.
I'll bring you the papers.

I don't want you to get the wrong idea.

Come.

Look, I'm not the bad guy here.

I just want to help, okay?

Besides, everyone
has secrets in this life, right?

You do too.

Or do your parents know
you practically live with me?

No.

But I have no problem
calling them right now

and telling them where I am.

I love it when you speak to me
like that, so serious.

No, wait a minute, Ignacio.

Can you please explain
why you're investigating me?

-Investigating?
-Yes, me.

I'm doing research for Ecomoda...

My shares were highlighted.

-Your shares? What?
-Explain why.

-What do you think of me? What?
-Do you want to steal them from me?

-Of course not, Mila.
-Is that it?

How can you think that?

I don't know, Ignacio.
Explain. I don't get it.

-What do you want?
-I want you.

You really deserved
that punch from Mr. Hermes.

Dad, nice to see you.

Armando, you left jail

with the solid intention
of making things right,

but, so far,
you've done absolutely nothing.

Do you have any ideas?

Or are you waiting
for Betty to fix everything,

like she always does?

No, Dad.

No, no, no.

I have a plan.

No, I have plans for you.

But first, stop talking to yourself.

They'll think you're seeing ghosts, okay?

Stop the nonsense, Calderón.
Did you bring what I asked for?

Of course, but not just that.

Look, for that black eye, I have a potato.

But not just any potato.
It's Mr. Potato's potato,

who is the pope of the potatoes.
Something like that.

I don't want to hear
about the king of potatoes.

Okay. Just put on a slice of potato

for the slap
your ex-wife's father gave you.

Keep the potato.

Do you know the most important thing
I discovered from monitoring Ecomoda?

That you fascinate me.

You fascinate me because I see you go
to the office every day and give your all.

I see your commitment.

I see your talent, your potential,

but I also see you don't get
the support you deserve.

Not even from your mom.

-That's not true.
-Not true?

No, she had my back yesterday.

She did yesterday.
But whose back does she always have?

Hugo Lombardi, he's her priority.

And let's be honest,

he's obsolete, sweetheart,
and you are Ecomoda's future.

You are Ecomoda's designer.

And what you need is
a good ally to help you

take the place you deserve.

Someone who trusts you.

Hey, they kind of hate you now.
What happened with Betty?

Betty didn't sleep at home last night.

No.

She left with that pretty boy,
that lawyer.

-Can you believe it?
-My God.

What's going on
with this country's lawyers' ethics

that they can't keep
a healthy distance from their clients?

My God.

Speaking of lawyers,
María José sent you this.

Fresh out of court. It's for you to sign.

It's your divorce,
since you didn't reach an agreement.

Meanwhile, if you want,
I can organize a party

for your return to single life.

I have a wonderful menu.

I'm not in the mood
to sign anything today.

Well, I can see it in your face.

But we have a meeting now, right?

Meeting? Forget it.

There won't be any meetings today.

And none of you will go into your offices.

From now on,
we'll begin the arms-down strike.

One, two, three.

-Well done.
-Are you sure, Mr. Hugo?

-About what?
-That there won't be a meeting?

Because Mr. Armando came in very early.

-He's in the office.
-Mr. Armando?

I parked his car this morning.

You parked his car?

He looked like Mike Tyson
knocked him out in a fight.

What? How come?

Yes. He had a black eye,
as if he had a fight last night.

He has anger issues, right, Laurita?

Yes, sir. His eye was all-black.

Excuse me. I'm sorry.

That matter is settled
between Armando and his noble rage.

It's antinomianism in ecstasy
in the same and opposite way.

No, not like that. No.

Calm down. Relax, Freddy.

What's going on here?

HANDS OFF OUR BENEFITS

Do me a favor and take all of this out.

Clear this out,
because I'm in charge of the meeting

and nothing can go wrong.

Patricia, okay,
but will we go to the meeting, or what?

-Yes.
-We all want to go in.

What are you thinking?
Last time was an isolated event.

The only person who can go in,
if he pleases,

is Huguito.

Not Huguito. Cindy Calixta.

And let me remind you, girl,
that this union

won't allow low-level employees

to be treated derogatorily, okay?

-Yes.
-Yes.

Especially you, who are one of them.

I didn't tell you.

Can you believe that, from now on,

there will be a new addition to the union?

And it's the one and only
Patricia Fernandez,

also known as...

-Fake Blondie!
-Very good.

No, Miss Cindy,
but will you let her in? No.

-No, no.
-Not with us.

Then I'm leaving,

because I won't hang out
with an infiltrator. No, sir.

No, no, no.

Patricia is an infiltrator.

-Can you believe that last night...
-Huguito!

...this infiltrator got Botox.

She got it here, here, here...

That's a lie.

I just have it here, in the worry line.

No, seriously.

What's going on here?

Nothing!

Marce, Marce, look,
they're stalling the company.

I told you, Marge,
that we were going on strike.

And here we are...

On strike!

No. Taking a stand.

Taking a stand!

That's right.

-How ridiculous.
-What?

It's one thing to form a union
and another to not let people work.

This looks like a co-owners' assembly.

I'm so sorry, Mrs. Marcela,

but we all pay rent, right?

Nobody here knows
what it's like to own property.

-And we don't even get enough for rent.
-How ignorant.

-How can I go through?
-What do you mean?

This way, Marce.

Betty, Betty, look. Look.

But, Nicolás, these are Mila's clothes.

How come? Show me. Let me see.

No, look ahead. We're going to crash.

Who'd want to look at you? I'd get scared.

I don't need more trauma, Betty.

Besides, that's all I got.
Your dad was roaming around.

-My dad?
-Yes, he was on high alert.

First time this happens to me.

Being a designated driver, and having
a woman getting naked in the back seat.

Believe me, it's a first for me too.

Marce, even if you didn't
let me stay with you,

I want to tell you
there are no hard feelings, okay?

You know? And I needed it.

Now, I hope that now
that you know I'm part of the union,

you won't stop being my friend
or stop loving me, okay?

What do you want?

Marce, get ready for this piece of news
I'm about to give you.

-Hello?
-Hello.

Hi, Dad. I can't hear you.

-Betty?
-Hello? Hello. Hello.

What?

-Hello.
-Hello. Hello.

Honey, I need to talk to you urgently,

and in person.

Hopefully, before my tango lesson.

I'm...

What?

Hello?

I'll call you later.

Bye, bye.

Why did you pass the phone?

Poor Methuselah,
he must have been really confused.

Pachito left me.

He asked for a divorce.

No, no, no.

Yes, yes, yes, Marce.

Can you believe it?

It was a miscalculation,
because my plan was to become a widower,

but it didn't work, Marce.

Honestly, this is hurting me,

because it means I can
no longer live a life of privilege,

like I've been living until now, Marce.

-What do you want me to...
-Patricia Fernandez,

I inform you that if you want
to have any type of communication

with the shareholders, the owners,

and/or oligarch oppressors,

you need my approval.

Whose? Cindy Calixta's?

With no discussion.

-Hugo, please.
-What?

Can't I talk to my friend?

-I'm tired of this union.
-Really?

Of course.
I don't understand what's wrong with you.

Why? If...

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

Armando.

I know I shine bright for you,

but there's no need
to come wearing shades.

Don't tell me. You have a hangover?

I mean, I can imagine
you partying with Mario Calderón.

No, there was no party.
I'm not hungover or anything.

-No?
-No, I'm not.

Don't tell me

they finally punched you
for being a loudmouth.

Okay, let's see. Let me see.

No, no, let me see.

Poor thing, you're all beaten up.

What happened to you?

It's a long story.

Morning.

Hello, Esteban. Welcome.

What happened with Esteban? Tell me.

I blacked out.

That's great.

If you don't remember, it didn't happen.

-That's the rule.
-Yes, sure.

I do remember everything.

I can't stop remembering, actually.

Really?

Yes, I went to the North Pole,
met an Eskimo and a bipolar bear.

What do you mean? What did you do?

I went to a love hotel.

-Really?
-A themed one.

With whom?

I gave myself, Betty. I gave myself...

to Pati.

Nicolás, why are you like that?

Why do you let that fake blonde use you?

Betty, she promised me
she got divorced. She swore.

Well, you're right.

Maybe Pati is using me,
but it's just that...

I love being useful.

What do you think if today
we go out to eat something delicious,

then we go dancing,

and then... I don't know.
Whatever comes up.

-Hey.
-Jeff.

Can we talk?

-Yes, sure.
-No.

Okay, when you both say "yes," we'll talk.

Yes, what happened? Tell me.

No, I'm late anyway.
We'll talk later. Don't worry.

Okay, we've waited long enough.
Let's start.

Without our president?

No, I refuse.

Mila, this is not a board meeting.

It's a meeting to get organized.

Our employees are on strike.

We're taking a stand.

Exactly. That's why we'll wait for her.

-Sit down.
-Nicolás.

-Are you coming in?
-Sure, Pati, I'm coming. Of course.

Good morning. Our president is on her way.

Excuse her for a second. She's coming up.

Like Ecomoda's shares?

Patience, people, please.
What happened to Betty?

Excuse me.

Honey,

does your mom know about my eye?

No. I haven't seen her.

Sorry. Forgive me for being late.

No problem, Betty. Please.

We'll have to call
pest control to Ecomoda,

because moths are eating everything up.

Betty, I want to check this info

which is necessary for the meeting.

The first point doesn't match...

-Okay, shall we begin?
-No.

Before we start,

I'd like to share
some important information.

There are two people in this room

who have a relationship.

A secret one.

Who? Tell us.

Tell us who. Who?

No falling in love.

Betty, Betty, Betty.

What happened with Esteban? Tell me.

I blacked out.

Betty came dressed weirdly, didn't she?

-But I liked it.
-That's not what I mean.

-Those aren't her clothes.
-Of course they aren't.

That's Miss Mila's look.
I've seen it on her.

I know, from a reliable source,

that last night something major
happened between them.

Of course, she didn't sleep at home.

The president? But she doesn't do that.

What do you mean? Everybody does that.

Let's say there's a romantic,
erotic and professional

relationship between two people.

Well, but it's not the time.

We're about to start
a very important meeting. Right, Mila?

-Shut up.
-Excuse me?

Ignacio and I are...
No, we were in a secret relationship.

What?

-What?
-How come?

Yes. We were practically
living together. Right, Ignacio?

Mila, can we talk outside?

-I can't believe it.
-What?

I would have never expected that.

No. Do tell.

The girl Mila and Collagen Boy
are in a relationship.

They're tasting each other.

And at his house, he has a drawer
where he has information about all of us.

He has studied us, analyzed us,

and he was the person who installed
the malware and was spying on us.

Not only that...

Ignacio also...

used me and seduced me
to take over Ecomoda.

I knew it.

The only thing this guy wants
is to take over Ecomoda.

I knew he was a hypocrite!

-You do know what that means, right?
-Perfectly.

That we have been sleeping with the enemy.

-No, no, come on.
-Come on, Armando.

Control the beast!

Calm down, man!

My God! This has an explanation.

-Ignacio!
-No aggression.

-Okay. Talk, then. Talk.
-Don't be nosy, man.

Calm down. Calm down!

Let the b*stard speak!

Yes, speak up, you b*stard!

Okay, don't you realize
who we are depending on?

Who?

A terrible president, a mediocre adviser,

that not only have to be monitored by me
but also by justice.

Mainly when our interests
are at stake, people.

Our interests? What are your interests?

Ecomoda, Betty, or whatever
the stock market wolves left us.

Wolves? Have some respect.

Bugging computers
is ill*gal and unethical.

Do you know what's ill*gal and unethical?

Stealing your employees' benefits

with the president knowing about it,
and giving him time to fix his mistake.

All behind the shareholders' backs.

That's concealment,
and I can report you, ma'am.

Well, I can report you too!

You spied on us, Ignacio.

There's no excuse for that!

I demand you present
your resignation letter now.

-No, no, no.
-Or I'll fire you myself.

You can't do that.

I know that what Ignacio did isn't right,

but he only wanted to know

what Armando
and Mario Calderón were doing.

Besides, you knew about it
and didn't do anything.

Why are you defending this stranger?
Care to explain?

He's not a stranger.

Who is he, then?

He's a Valencia.

-What?
-How come?

Marce...

He's Daniel's son.

Now I understand everything!

-Armando!
-Please!

Actually, I'm Julio Valencia's son.

-No.
-What?

-No.
-What?

-Who's that?
-How come? What? Explain yourself.

I'm here for what you took from me.

You and my other siblings too.

-So, you're my brother?
-Your younger brother.

Collagen Boy is Daniel Valencia's brother.

He's his reincarnation!

-Daniel Valencia?
-Who is that?

-I don't know.
-Well, then?

He's one of the Valencia siblings.

I trusted you, and you lied to me.

No, I simply came for what's mine,
since the beginning, period.

He wanted to win Mila's heart
just to recover what's his.

Now I understand
why they call you a Casanova.

-Why don't you shut up?
-Watch your tone.

-What kind of coward does that?
-Not a coward.

Only a rat can do such a thing.

What are you talking about?
You did the same thing years ago.

And twice. I just learned from the best.

No! Armando, no!

Enough! Enough!

Dad, he's not worth it.

Apparently, you have your hands
on everything I love in this company,

but take them off of me.

Put them here, if you want.

Armando, stop, stop. Let's go.

They're coming!

They're coming!

-What are you doing?
-Please.

Why did you have to be so stupid?

What a disappointment.

Armando, please.

You have to control that deep anger.

You have to calm down.

Please, count to 10 so you can calm down.

One, two, three, four, five,
six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

Get lost.

Om mani padme hum.

Get lost, or I'll k*ll you.

Do you want me to join you?

Better off alone, right?

Are you recording?

Are you waiting for me to yell
so you can post it online?

No, I won't do it.

Put those cellphones away.

Now!

-Bertha!
-I'm here, sir.

Get this mess out of here now! Okay?

Yes, sir.

Wait for him to leave.

-Didn't you hear? What the hell?
-Damn.

We have to end the strike too!

Calm down.

Okay, okay.

Well, we'll postpone the strike

and work on the collection.

We'll resume this great idea
I had 20 years ago,

and pay tribute
to the craftsmen and craftswomen.

Today, we'll start designing
the new collection

of Ecomoda's eco-fashion.

I've called it "Eco-llection."

That's why this collection

will only have natural
and recycled fibers.

Understood?

-Yes, yes.
-Well, get to work.

Mr. Hugo, I'm sorry,
but I have some fabrics at home

made out of plastic bottles.

I love that idea.

Mirla, Paloma,
take care of that, talk to Jeff.

No, no, no,
this collection will be spectacular.

What about our movement?

Yes. We're here for the union,
for our rights. Not for you.

No, the union and the strike
have just been postponed.

-Really?
-Of course.

We won't have problems with Betty then.

So, let's work, please.
You're really useful.

We need to get this collection running,

because, again, as usual,

Hugo Lombardi,
with Jeff and Mila, obviously,

and with my whole team too,

will save Ecomoda again, okay?

-Yes!
-Let's get to work, okay?

-Okay, let's get going.
-Let's get to work.

One thing.

And let Armando Mendoza
and that kid Nacho know

that nobody goes over
Hugo Lombardi's head.

Yes.

Well, except for my guy.

Marce, Marce, calm down.

Marce, look, siblings
or aunt and nephew, it's the same.

Family is family, and love is love, right?

I helped you. I trusted you.

You owed me loyalty. You betrayed me.

Okay, okay, let's breathe.

We can keep our alliance.

You're the only one in Ecomoda
I want on my team.

For God's sake, we're family.

Let's strengthen the Valencia side
and get this company back.

We deserve it.

I don't work with people I don't trust.

I'll tell Beatriz
to confirm your dismissal,

as she suggested in the meeting.

Look, you know what? It's not necessary.

I'll quit myself.

I didn't come here to be VP of Marketing.

My aspirations go far beyond,
and you know it.

Now, for you to see
I'm not such a bad brother as you think,

I'll give you one last chance.

Stay by my side.

I didn't even give you away
as a traitor at the meeting.

Do you know what I want?

I want you out of my office right now.

Too bad, sis,

because the one
who will have to leave now is you.

Get out.

Bye.

Time heals everything, honey.

You'll see. Everything will pass.

You have your whole life
ahead of you to find someone

who truly values you.

I know.

I promise you, Mommy,

that I will never, ever...

let a man use me.

Never.

Not even Ignacio Ortiz.

Valencia, I don't even know.

NOTIFICATION
REMINDER

YOUR TRIP TO MIAMI IS IN THREE HOURS
PLEASE GET TO THE AIRPORT

I'm so proud of you, honey.

I see you, and I see a brave woman,

a mature woman.

So beautiful.

Mommy, I don't feel that way,

because...

I just want to be a little girl again,

and for things to go back to how they were

when we were a family.

"Alice crouched down among the trees
as well as she could,

for her neck kept getting entangled
among the branches."

"She had to stop and untwist it."

"After a while...

Daddy!

"...she realized she still held
the pieces of mushroom in her hands

and she set to work
very carefully nibbling them alternately

trying to swallow little bits."

"She was growing taller
and sometimes shorter."

-How is she?
-She fell asleep.

Mila repeated my story,

but it hurts more now
than when I suffered it myself.

Believe me, Betty, I'm sorry too.

Really sorry.

Armando, I wanted to apologize.

The truth is I'm really...

No, don't worry, Betty. It's okay.

You don't have to apologize for anything.

If you were with Esteban or not,

that's something that doesn't

matter to me.

Betty. Betty, Betty. No.

Betty, come, please. This way. Come.

-I'll help you.
-I was fine there.

Yes, but let's go to the guest room.

-Really?
-I can wash and iron.

-I can...
-No. Betty.

Betty, are you okay?

That's it. There.

Calm down. Sit there.

Relax.

I'll stay in the guest room.

Okay?

Okay.

And...

if that's the case, I don't care,

because, no matter what, I still love you.

I didn't sleep with anyone.

Armando, nothing happened.

You're here again.

Why did you come?

I know. You came for me
to even out your eyes, right?

-Mr. Hermes, please, no.
-What?

Dad, you were the one who...

You punched Armando?
Why, Dad? What happened?

-Isn't it enough?
-How come?

He's mistreated and disrespected you,

the way only he knows,
and the way you let him!

Calm down.

What are you talking about, Dad?
Calm down.

Years passed, and I never
knew about this guy's dirty tricks.

You never said anything.

In other words,
if I hadn't found this diary,

I would have died
without knowing the truth.

You read my diary?

You didn't have to do that, Dad!
That's private!

-It's horrible.
-It's private.

What you say in this diary is horrible.
Horrible.

Mr. Hermes, please. What's in there
is my fault, not Betty's fault.

Yes.

What does that diary say?

Mila, no. Mila, no. Listen to me. Mila!

Listen to me. Open the door. Mila!

Open the door. Don't read that.

Betty la fea, the story continues

Betty la fea, the story continues