01x10 - No culpes a la playa

[bunniefuu]

Mila, let's talk. Let me explain.

I'm tired of being the last one
to know things in this house.

Why did you do that, Dad?

Mila had to find out from either me
or Armando, not from you.

No, ma'am. She had to know the truth now.

Not live in deceit, as you
have foolishly done all these years.

Will you leave my house, Mr. Mendoza?

I want to talk to my daughter.

I'll talk to her. Go. Don't worry.

We'll talk later.

"Today, I confirmed
I can't be loved by anyone."

"The person writing this journal today
is a collection of several pieces

of what once was a woman."

"Today, I understand
that my life is no more than a cycle

where tragedy repeats itself
in a crueler way each time around."

"I no longer have the breath to recover."

"It's not worth it."

"Armando became my executioner
once again."

"Today was the worst day of my life."

"On Armando's desk, I saw a gift bag."

"Curious, I wanted to see
what surprise I'd receive from my love."

"My bad love. My never love."

"Next to some stuffed animals
and cards..."

Mila, let's talk, please.

"...there was
an instruction manual to make

an ugly girl fall in love."

"'Dear President,
here are the instructions..."

"...for you to continue
your horror routine with Betty."

First, you'll find the cards

that you must leave on the desk
of your monster every morning.

Sorry. I know nothing about poetry,
but I'd never write this.

Who cares? It's part of the cheesiness
that kills women like Betty.

"And since I'm afraid
you'll have to resume the t*rture

of making horror...
I mean, love to her...

...listen to your most loyal
advisor's advice."

Since the monster must be
excited about Marcela's absence,

she'll certainly be expecting you
to spend every night with her.

And she'll be right to think so.

But beware. You must be careful.

"You can allow yourself
to have bad nights,

but without giving Marcela
reasons to call off the wedding."

"You have to marry her against all odds."

"And I know you look like
a martyr reading this..."

But it seems like you don't suffer
the horror of sleeping with her anymore.

You're already numb. So, do it tomorrow
and get it out of the way at once.

You were nice, sir. Very nice.

Always keep this motto in mind.

"I kiss Betty so as not to lose Ecomoda.

"I make love to Betty
so as not to lose Ecomoda."

Oh, my God. Mila's going to k*ll me.

Betty la fea, the story continues

I don't understand how you could
hide this from me for so long.

How could you put up with all this?

My dad is a pig.

He doesn't deserve a woman like you.

He doesn't deserve to live.

I don't understand how a woman

so beautiful, so intelligent, so capable,

with a beautiful soul like yours,

ends up marrying...

...such a jerk.

Love...

Love is...

disobedient.

Love chooses for you.

And sometimes it defeats you.

Armando! Armando, don't do it! Armando!

I'm not going to do it.

But each time you say "Armando,"
I really feel like doing it!

-Then, Mr. Armando, don't do it!
-Yes.

I told you I'm not going to do it, man!

Even though...

...to my daughter,

I'm the worst man on earth,
but I'm still not going to do it.

Why are you breathing in my ear?

Get off me.

It's just that,
with the worried look you have,

and all the rumors going around Ecomoda,

which are true, by the way, I worry.

What true rumors, Freddy?
What are you talking about?

With all due respect,
I'll ask you some questions.

Speak, damn it.

Could it be that Betty
and the lawyer did some rotation

and revolution movements?

I mean, if that total eclipse of the heart
with magic powders happened...

Got it, man.

Why do I have to talk to you about this?

We've been friends for 23 years.

Yes.

Betty told me nothing happened,
and I believe her.

But if you want to continue
with the space metaphors,

I believe
I'm a million light years away from Betty.

You know?

I think I definitely lost her.

No, I would...

I would have skinned him myself.

I would've ripped his eyes out.

Honey,

maybe...

...I'm not as strong as you.

You're my greatest teacher
about many things in life.

And life...

...goes on,

things happen.

And you learn the hard way.

I learned from what happened with Ecomoda,

from the legal problems, the divorce...

And now, from what Nacho did to us.

In these moments of intense pain,

I wanted to tell you that,
little by little,

I've been forgetting
that you're responsible

for our social benefits
and other matters being uncertain.

That...

I will fix that, Freddy. I swear.

Do you understand?

Yes, yes, that's why I'm here. I thought,

"This man will want
to reflect alcoholically,

"and he'll need a guardian angel for that,
a designated driver."

And for that...

you need a two-wheeled shuttle.

A what?

No.

Is it the same one?

This is my mothership.

Jeez.

My steed, my confidant, the witness
of my loves and heartbreaks.

This bike is that umbilical cord
that connects me to a happy past.

You know, Freddy,
sometimes the past isn't that happy.

Sometimes it just spins around your head

and sometimes it haunts you like a ghost.

My dear cosmonaut,
make use of this gadget,

because we're orbiting our sorrows
in other galaxies.

-Ready, Armando?
-What?

Grab on tight. Here we go.

Houston, here we go!

Where's Marcela?

Walk and I'll tell you.

Let's go.

Voicemail system.
Leave your message after the beep.

Mr. Armando,
I need you to call me back immediately.

Hear this. I'm at Ecomoda, working hard,
and what do I see?

This Nacho guy with the potato seller,
being very friendly.

I'm thinking
we didn't meet Mr. Potato by chance,

but this is the work of Nachito,
who put him in our way.

So, please, show up.

I want to cry,
I want to cry, I want to cry.

What's wrong, Pati?
What's wrong? Are you okay?

What happened? Why?

You're like all men, Nicolás.

The first time,
you made an effort, you invested,

you took me to a place worthy of me.

And now you bring me to this dump?

-Pati.
-Where did the romance go?

Where did the surprises go?

Pati, baby, look, wait.

I know that... Look.

I'd love for our life to always
be like a romantic film,

but we're stuck with a low-budget movie.

I'm drained, really. I'm doing bad.

Look, I don't have...

With the situation in Ecomoda right now,
we have to tighten our belts,

reduce expenses, gifts, surprises...

And you think that in a dump like this,
a low-rent motel,

we can build a serious relationship?

You're making this hard for me,

but, look, the beautiful memories...

This is the last time you bring me
to a motel like this, Nicolás.

And if you want to have a next time,

it will have to be as your wife.

You want me to... Husband?

I'm single now,
so you have to give me my place.

That face.

The only one I have, the ugly one.

No.

No, ma'am.

You know it's not.

You...

You've known how to enjoy life
like no one else.

You have known how to laugh...

at yourself.

That's your greatest superpower, Mom.

It's what makes you look beautiful.

You know what? I'll prove it to you.

This one or this one?

Now you look like me.

You're completely beautiful.

You're escaping to Miami?

-Who told you I was here?
-No.

I'll tell you about the miracle
but not about the saint.

And of course I care.
So much that, look what I brought.

First...

My last divorce duly processed,
for you to see I'm a free potato seller.

Second,

my last income statement,
where you can see

the properties, companies
and bank accounts I have in Colombia.

My life's set. Don't worry.

What's in my Swiss banks and tax havens
I'll show you later,

once we become intimate.

-Intimate?
-Yes.

And third, my latest medical exams.

I do those annually.

I have the prostate of a 5-year-old,
and the stamina of a 15-year-old.

Mila,

your dad is not a bad person.

Mom, don't start talking about that man.
I don't want to hear about him now.

Now, we need to focus on you.

Look, I'm not justifying
everything you allowed,

but I'm not going to re-victimize you.

But you're my mom,
and I'm going to help you.

Yes, ma'am.

And to do that, we have to do two things.

First, you need to divorce
that man right now.

And second, you need
to distance yourself from him.

Zero contact, Beatriz.

Zero.

Mom.

I need you to listen to me
for once in your life.

Why should I care about this?

I'm whiter than white, and when it
comes to love, I'm very straightforward.

I've been noticing you for a long time.

You have been
my platonic love, practically.

I've always found you exquisite.

I don't like a woman like you.

A woman like you fascinates me.

I want something beautiful
to happen between us,

whatever you want.

In your sheik-like delirium,

this woman won't be part of your harem.

Of course not. Don't say that.

I want something beautiful to happen,
something wonderful.

Go to Miami. Don't worry.

But I'll tell you something.

When you come back,

these papers will still be here,
only with so much more money.

And with the sound intention
of being clear to you, taking care of you.

Marcela...

you and I...

I swear.

Have a nice trip.

With that innocent face, Nachito ended up
being smarter than his brother.

He set us up, and we fell for it.

Like a potato sack.

Okay, talk about that later,
because I'm no longer the legal adviser.

And if I were,
he wouldn't listen to me either.

-Majo, please, don't start, okay?
-Same to you.

Let's not start with excuses,

with "I don't have
the headspace for this."

Sign this once and for all,
and let's not drag this out any longer.

Did someone ask for a pen?

What you have to do is go on a trip.

Where? I don't really know.

But I do know it has to be far away,

away from the biological parent
who gave me life.

You know, I've been thinking about that.

There's a place I want to go back to.

Sign, Armando.

Betty is the best woman in the world,

but she was too good for you, Armando.

It's time you leave her alone,
don't you think?

What else does Armando want?
For me to beg him to sign?

No, Esteban,
I don't want to feel bad during the trip.

I'd rather think it through,
and when I come back, yes...

No, not when you come back. Sign it now.

Look, I won't allow you
to postpone this any longer.

Do me a favor and sign.
Don't think about it. Just do it.

-Thank you, Esteban.
-Thanks.

Betty, are you really
going on a trip with this man?

Be careful. Remember...

#TDIT, THE DEVIL IS TEMPTING

No, Grandpa. Esteban is my mom's lawyer.

He brought the divorce papers
she's about to sign.

Right, Mom?

Really? That's good.

-Look.
-Welcome.

Here.

Yes.

What's wrong, dear?

Sign. Sign it already.

Sign.

Ladies first. It's the right thing.

Let Betty sign it first.

-I'm so proud of you, Mom.
-Mila.

-Me too.
-Mila, help me with the glasses.

-Thank you for everything.
-Mila.

Well done, Mom.

Well, maybe what Mr. Pinzón is saying
isn't such a bad idea.

-Right?
-What?

Next time you go to Cartagena,
let me know, and we can go together.

Look at yourself, Armando, really.

You have the chance of a new life,

of living a nice love with a cool woman,

but no, you'd rather not get divorced,

not text me back, ignore my messages.

I really appreciate
what you're doing for me, Majo.

It doesn't look like it,
because I'm very special to you.

I got you out of jail, lent you money.
I'm always looking out for you.

And look how you pay me back.

Well, yes...

Honey. How are you?

Don't get close to me or my mom.

From now on, you're leaving my mom alone.

Don't look for her,
don't call her, nothing, okay?

Mila, I'm sorry, but what happened
with your mom was years ago,

and your mom and I solved it years ago.

Don't dwell on this, okay?

Do you know how to solve this?

Get divorced.

-Mila.
-That's why I came to notify you...

-Mila.
-...that my mom already did her part.

She signed the divorce
before leaving on her trip.

Her trip?

It's for the best.

Only contact me
for things concerning Ecomoda.

-Please.
-Mila, don't do this.

Mr. Pascual.
Nice to meet you. Mila Mendoza.

What supermarket are you from?

"Supermarket."

From Ecomoda. We came to talk business.

Talk.

Mr. Pascual, look, the thing is
tomorrow we have the launch

of Ecomoda's new collection.

And the thing is we still don't
have a place for the fashion show,

because we're looking
for a place that suits the collection.

Something with street style, but fancy.

Something like...

But do you want to do it here?

I can't help you.

I would, really,
from the bottom of my heart.

Mainly for Mrs. Marcela,
who I really like.

-She fascinates me.
-Excuse me?

She's an excellent person.

But since she didn't come...

Besides, as you can see, my boys
are loading the warehouses with potatoes.

They're full.

No, no, no. Marge didn't come,
but she's an Ecomoda shareholder.

Of course she's coming to the show.

How will she do that?

How? She went to the United States.

-No. She invited you personally.
-Yes.

-Sent an email.
-She wants to sit next to you.

-She told me.
-You too?

-I heard it, yes.
-Yes.

Okay, let's get to work, please.

-Honey, help me, please?
-What happened here?

Why isn't this ready yet?

I completely trust
that tomorrow will be perfect,

but it will only turn out right
if we work as a team.

Hey. Be careful with that.

-Okay, do what I asked you.
-Mr. Hugo.

-More fitted. There.
-Look.

No...

No!

This fabric is the b*mb! Look at this.

-What's this?
-The keys to a house.

You and I have been talking about
living together for a year now.

I wanted to make that dream come true.

I called you
because we have common enemies.

Yes, Calderón told me something.

Well, I want you to be my partner.

My greatest flaw
is that I'm a perfectionist,

and I need to optimize
my contacts in the justice system.

I understand you do magic
moving, speeding, stalling,

delaying...

legal processes.

Tell me something.
Who do you want to sit on the stand?

All of Ecomoda.

Then we don't that much in common,

because I want to be with Armando,
not destroy him.

And you'll be able to save him.

In fact, you already did
when you got him out of jail.

Now, how about we take
your enemy out of the way?

Betty?

She's afraid
I'll report her for concealment.

So we can have her under control.

And I say "we," plural,
if we stand on the same ground,

where I keep Ecomoda,
and you keep Armandaddy.

Yes, but it's not that simple,
because remember,

the potato seller is in the middle.

What if I tell you
Mr. Potato is my frontman?

I own the warehouses.

Pascual signed the papers,
but he's entirely under my control.

I don't make false moves, Majo.

Anyway, let me continue.

Once we eliminate all obstacles,

I can provide the capital
Ecomoda needs to be saved

and to pay all its debt.

Even the employees' benefits?

If you do that, you'll win everyone over.

No, I'm not Saint Ignatius.

I'm a businessman.
I only care about Ecomoda,

which is about to enter
a reorganization process.

Shares are devalued.
The company is worthless.

That's where I come in.

The sea, the sea.

Not thinking about anything.

Do you know how to solve this?
Get divorced.

My mom already did her part.

She signed the divorce
before leaving on her trip.

So pretty.

It's covering the potatoes.

We wanted something rustic.

-How are you? What's up?
-How are you?

It's taken. It's taken. Go, go, go.

-Pati. Pati.
-Who?

Look. Come, come, come.

Look. I saved you a seat. Sit down.

The only seat I'm interested in,
Nicolás, is the wife seat.

Gee...

-Pati, but...
-Excuse me. Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Unbelievable. When they taste us,
they all do the same thing.

-They end up kicking us.
-Thanks.

Ever since she was a kid,
she was like that, like her hair. Fake.

-What's wrong with my hair?
-No, her hair. Forget it.

-What happened?
-She said she wanted to get married.

-Pascual.
-What's up?

Why are you here, man? Know your place.

-I'm in my place.
-No, no.

-Not yet.
-Go to my side, with our people.

ECOMODA PRESENTS
COLLECTION, ECOMODA ECO

Ecomoda dresses up in eco-fashion.

And you'll be the first
to see our new collection

and the work of many people.

With you, the light of Ecomoda.

Hugo Lombardi!

I'm so glad you came today

to see this, my collection,

or as I call it, the Eco-llection.

All I want, as I always say,

is that a caress crosses your senses.

In this collection, I was inspired

by the beautiful town
of Carmen de Viboral,

where I will be paying tribute
to the symbiotic relationship

that exists between nature and art.

When we're the owners,
this will be very different.

Why different?

No, sir. No, no, on the contrary.

This is a beauty. Look at that.

If this includes women, drinks and music,
then this fashion thing is for me.

I'll be right back.

So pretty. This is kind of for me.

For everyone. If not, we're screwed.

You'll find natural fibers
like linen, cotton and hemp.

-But also...
-Girls, what time will Marcela arrive?

Marcela.

Marcela isn't here yet?

No, Mr. Pascual, don't worry.

-I'll find out where she is.
-Okay.

You go and enjoy the fashion show.

We're using materials
that come from plastic bottles

or PET materials.

That's why we're called Ecomoda,
or Eco Fashion.

I feel like I can't forgive him.

If you don't forgive him,
you won't go back in peace.

You loved him once,
so use that love to forgive him.

What are you doing here?

When Mila gave me the divorce papers,

she told me you had left the city.

And I thought, "Where could Betty be?"

And you see, I wasn't wrong.

Hi.

Thank you.

See, I'm convinced that the only thing
that lasts in life are ideas.

And when you share them
with the new generations,

that's when magic happens.

That's why I want to invite

Jefferson Ramírez and Camila Mendoza
to join me here,

because without these two young designers,

this Eco-llection wouldn't have happened.

A round of applause, please!

Really, thank you.

-Thank you, Hugo, for believing.
-Okay.

Okay, let's celebrate!

So beautiful, my darlings.

Great!

My esteemed, dear
and greatly reduced Ugly Girls Club,

I have a press release.

Really? Tell us. Come on.

Starting tonight,
my two-wheeled steed and I

are leaving for Patagonia.

Are you going after
your queen's trail again?

-Get over it, Freddy. Come on.
-Yes, come on.

No, no, not really.
To me, Aura María, from today on,

is that non-returnable glass
from the Twilight Zone.

My bike and I will leave
our deep sadness behind,

right where the wind turns around,

and the southern ice
freezes sorrows and heartaches,

because it's better to be...

Alone than with you

Alone than with you

Freddy, stop drinking.

Alone

-Really.
-Freddy, come here.

Freddy was calm.
I don't know what happened to him.

-There was something in his drink.
-Is he drunk?

He started accepting drinks,
and started drinking.

-But he was fine...
-What's up, girls?

Aura María!

Aura María! Aura María!

These are the divorce papers.

They have your signature,
and now they have mine.

Here.

When I was on my way
to the notary to legalize them...

I had to stop. I couldn't go on.

It's best if you do it.

Congratulations, Betty.

You finally got rid of me.

Why did you bother
coming all the way here?

Bother? It's no bother.

It wasn't a pleasure,
it wasn't a happy moment.

Maybe it was the worst moment of my life,

because coming all the way here
hurt my soul.

It broke my heart.

But what can I say?

It's what I deserve.

Goodbye, Betty.

I was waiting for you.

I'm happy to see you.

Even more so now that I'm a free woman.

Free for you.

Betty la fea, the story continues

Betty la fea, the story continues