01x08 - La noche menos pensada

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"Benefits" with a Z?

Who was the illiterate person
who wrote "benefits" with a Z?

Was it you?

I've never seen a strike
as fashionable as this one.

Mr. Hugo, look.
I support you with everything,

but, honestly, I feel
like we're wasting a lot of fabric.

Really?

It's one thing to go on strike,
and another to misuse resources.

Misuse?

Watch it.

Misuse? Look, here at Ecomoda,

the only one who misuses resources
is Armando Mendoza,

who misused all his employees' benefits.

This is unbelievable.
Because of you and Armando,

Ecomoda's most important warehouses
are in the hands of a potato seller.

According to my investigations,

we're talking about
one of the richest men in Bogotá.

That's true.

The thing is he took
a very important asset from Ecomoda.

Well, I want to clarify
that the decisions at that moment

were made based on economic indicators.

The markets fluctuate, they vary...

It's this way, please. It's this way.

Betty, you know that perfectly well.
Markets are dynamic.

Good decisions with bad results.

It's a matter of perspective.

Well, from my perspective as president,

I inform you today is your last day
as an Ecomoda employee.

Thank you.

-Here. I want it here.
-Let's see. What's this? God.

Keep going.

What are you two doing here?

When my queen was here,
the reception desk was never empty.

Come on. Go. Be careful.
The elevator has cameras.

Look, fellow comrades,

as Ecomoda's new sales manager,

I want to ask you to establish dialogue
and minimize the protest.

-Yes.
-Yes, that's what I'm saying.

You're a salesman
paid off by the ruling class.

Let us work.

Sandra, what are you saying? God.

We haven't talked to Betty.

We haven't talked to the bosses either.

Since they didn't show up.

Marcela, I wanted
to thank you for coming with me.

Thank me?

I didn't come here for you.

Don't get me wrong.

The only thing
that binds you and me is Ecomoda.

And Mila, of course.

Don't worry about Mila.

Everything's settled between us.

That's great. I'm really glad.

Betty la fea, the story continues

-Look, Pascual.
-What's up?

-I'll be straightforward too.
-Yes.

-You can "legally" use the warehouses.
-Yes.

But we have a business to run.

We'll be the owners of Ecomoda.

Fame, prestige, models.

But to do that,
we have to be cautious and subtle, okay?

I no longer have patience for this.
I'm anxious.

This plan you're telling me,
I feel like it's not making progress, man.

You're wrong, because I'm never wrong.

-No, no, no. If I...
-Mr. Pascual. Mr. Pascual.

Two women came
to the warehouse to see you.

What's wrong with you, man?
I've told you already.

I told you that
if the mothers of my daughters come,

what do you say to them?

That you died.

See, one of the two is really pretty.
Like a beauty queen.

The other one, well...
They said they're from Ecomoda.

Nice to meet you. Beatriz Pinzón Solano,
president of Ecomoda.

A pleasure. Pascual Pavón.

Owner of all these warehouses
and many other things.

But mainly a potato seller.

Esteban Ruiz, Ecomoda's lawyer.

Nice to meet you, man.
Pascual Pavón, potato seller.

Mr. Calderón, are you their bodyguard?

Come here, man. You look sharp.

-Pascual, how are you?
-Fine, fine.

And the lady is...

-Marcela Valencia, shareholder.
-Shareholder.

Of course I know who you are. Please.

You stand out.

You've been on my radar
for a long time, you see.

Well, we don't want to waste your time.

We know you're now the owner
of some warehouses that were ours,

and you're renting them to us.

-Yes, ma'am.
-Excuse me. I have to take this call.

Go ahead, man.

Life's beautiful, isn't it?

A few minutes ago,
I was talking about just that.

Well, that's great,
because we have a proposal for you.

sh**t.

Mr. Pascual, would you be open
to reviewing the terms

and renegotiate the contract value?

It depends.

Well, because
if we could make an adjustment,

and lower the rent,

we could afford to buy them from you
and get our warehouses back.

Excuse me, but no. No, I can't do it.

Let me explain why.

I...

I can't.

Why? An omen.

My life's philosophy is that,
and listen well,

I never sell anything I buy.

Remember, this is
a turtle-paced operation.

So, let's get down.

No, no, but slowly, like turtles.

Feel your shell.
You're turtles coming down slowly.

Everyone. There. There. Perfect.

This is how we'll work today,
here at Ecomoda, okay?

What's this horror?

Take out all that tacky stuff now.

Watch out, Fake Blonde,
because none of this is yours.

Be careful, because what
concerns the union concerns me, okay?

So you signed up for all of this, Huguito?

Not "Huguito." I'm Cindy.

I already told you, I'm Cindy Calixta.

Labor union leader,
defender of the oppressed.

And here, we're...

On strike!

No. We're taking a stand.

Taking a stand!

There you go.

I have two excellent bits of news.

First, Mrs. María José,

I don't know her method,
but she got Armando out of jail.

-He's out.
-Fine. Good for him.

Yes. The second one is
Armando won't accept my resignation.

He says he needs me.
I don't know, Betty. What...

Sorry to interrupt,

but I'm an extremely busy person,
and have many businesses.

I'm not selling.
That's it. I'm not selling.

In fact, soon, I'll be using
those warehouses for other things.

You could say, "between the lines."

We'll be close.

If that's the case,
we have nothing else to do here.

-Thank you for your time.
-No.

You can't just leave like that. No.

Ma'am, no. Take a bag.

-Take your potatoes.
-No.

-Okay, excuse us.
-Thanks.

-Mind the lady.
-No.

-Are you okay?
-Yes.

-Respect the lady.
-It was her fault.

What do you mean, her fault? Get out.

-Brother.
-No, calm down.

Don't worry, Mr. Pascual.
Nothing happened.

Thank you. Goodbye.

What a mess, man.

-Help.
-Come, Argemiro.

-Help.
-Come quickly. The potatoes fell.

Pick it up. A man's under there.

Come on, come on.

He got hit. Did he faint? No.

Get him out. Out. Grab his hand.

-Help.
-Help him.

f*cking potatoes. Move, move.

Calm down.

-They crushed you.
-I'm all dirty...

-Are you okay?
-I'm fine. I'm fine.

Brother.

Stop talking so much.
You'll mess things up.

Remember, I'm the one in charge.

If that's so, send for some whiskey
and stop yelling. I'm not your son.

-Have some respect, man.
-What?

You heard.
You told me, "Act like the boss."

-What did I do? Acted like a boss.
-Such a great actor.

-Then the deal is over.
-Then it's over.

You think I'm bluffing? Get out.

-Fine. I'm leaving.
-Come, come.

It was a joke, brother.

-What?
-Just friendly banter.

Don't worry. You'll do that?

After meeting Marcela Valencia?

That woman fascinates me.

That's just a taste
of the paradise you promised.

Relax.

ASINCOL UGLY PROS

Betty, Betty.

-What's going on?
-Strike, strike.

Do you know
what's going on here? We're all...

-Taking a stand.
-No. On strike.

Strike.

We're on strike,

and it's an organized strike
by the Ecomoda employee union.

And within the list of requests,

we demand that you,
as president of Ecomoda,

explain and talk about
the labor exploitation

and how you will manage

to pay all the employees' benefits.

You have every right to demand

and fight for your labor rights.

Bravo!

Bravo. Bravo.

Bravo, Betty. Bravo.

Fashion or death.

Congratulations for the way
you're dealing with the strike.

We need to fix the issue
with the potato seller.

But you're doing great.
You're doing great.

I don't know, Nicolás.
My mind's somewhere else.

How so?

Still beating yourself up
for the conjugal visit?

Come here.

Shut up, Nicolás.

Okay, I'm sorry.

Well, at least you have a good answer

for when they ask you in an interview,

"Ma'am, what's the strangest place
where an ugly woman has got it on?"

And you say,

all naughty,

"Mr. Journalist, in a dark cell

"in a remote prison, he made love to me."

Stop it, Nicolás.

What happened that night was a mistake.

Yes, but no. But get over it, because,
look, now this big-headed guy will come,

Mr. Armando, I mean,
and we don't know how you'll react.

So, get over it.

This helps.

I can't lie. This really upsets me,

but what worries me the most is Mila.

I don't know how to convince her
to come live with me at my dad's house.

It would give me
peace of mind to have her near,

to be able to tell her things properly.

But are you sure?

You want the girl
to live with Mister Germs?

Mr. 1800s, also known as Methuselah?

Do you really love her?

Don't be so dramatic.

Look, your dad is a threat right now.

He's a complicated man,
a widower and retiree.

Poor thing,
he has time for everything now,

even time to meddle
in other people's lives.

Where could Julia have kept
Beatriz Aurora's certificate of baptism?

No, my dad loves Mila.
But it's true. They might k*ll each other.

On top of that, Mila is just like Armando,

still a teenager.

In fact, the night she left
Marcela's house, she got drunk.

Really?

How do you know that?

Esteban found out.

She and Verónica were arrested.
They even tried to bribe a cop.

-How embarrassing.
-Esteban is amazing.

Is he a lawyer or Sherlock Holmes?

Hello.

Baby.

-What?
-How are you, sweetie?

I'm heading to Ecomoda to see
my Armandaddy, who's finally out.

It's great that you're
going to see your daddy.

But what does this mean? By God, no.

-Calm down.
-How can I calm down?

You're not alone.

You don't have to do this alone.
That's why you have me.

No, thank you, but I can't go in there
holding my adviser's hand.

As if I were a little kid

who's being dragged
by a responsible adult by the hand

to solve a problem.

-Thank you...
-Why are you so hard to please?

If you were with me,
everything would be so easy.

Yes.

I'll test the waters,

and if I need any backup,
I'll let you know, okay?

I can also help you get rid of your ex.

We have a divorce pending.

You know you can talk to me
about anything.

You can tell me anything.

Super cool.

-Radical.
-Radical.

How about we spend some time together

at Grandad's house?

TB.

TB?

The best.

#TB, THE BEST

Okay. Yes, I'll think about it.

Listen, I wanted to thank you
for looking after me.

TB.

Talk to you later. Bye.

-TB? What's that?
-"The best."

Sorry, but I'm very hungry.

-Really?
-Yes, very.

Do you like Spanish omelettes?

Actually, I like men who can cook better.

Well, I hope I'm up to the task, then.

So far,
you've proven yourself in every way.

-Really?
-But...

If we're keeping this secret,
I can't stay here every day.

My home is your home.

Thanks.

-Hey.
-Yeah?

Can you give this to Mario Calderón?

Yes.

-Thanks.
-Thank you.

Bye.

Good afternoon, sir.

"Ecomoda, pay up"? What is this, Daniel?

Well, the severance pay, sir.

Are you okay? You scared me.

ASINCOL UGLY PROS

Son.

Dad.

You did the right thing
for the first time, Armando.

You surrendered to justice.

But you took longer to get to jail

than to get out of it.

I know you are
completely disappointed in me.

But I'm doing what I have to do.
I'm here to own up to it.

No, son. No.

What you had to do was stay in jail

until you completed your sentence,
and pay for all the damage you've done.

Dad.

If Betty said...

Mr. Armando.

Armando.

As a sales executive
at this prestigious company,

I want to welcome you to what is
and will always be your home.

If Mr. Roberto were here,
believe me, he'd be very proud

to see you rise from the ashes.

-Ashes that we...
-Leave him alone.

Hello, hello, honey.

Careful. Don't leave the apartment.

Can you believe this?

The most dangerous criminal in the country
just escaped prison.

Yes, lock the doors.

Bye.

It's so dangerous around here.

Believe me,
I'm very sorry for what's going on.

I can't even tell you how I'm feeling,

but I swear by all that's holy,
I will recover and return

every lost peso.

The only thing I ask from you, please,
is not to sweep these floors

with my name. Thank you.

Sweep with what?
We can't even afford a broom.

Hugo, I just got out of jail.

And, believe me, I don't recommend anyone
spending some time there.

But if you don't keep your mouth shut,
I might go back for another reason.

What? Will you hit me
in the face, jerk? Do it.

I'm not afraid of you. What's up?

-Stop, stop. What?
-Go. Go, do something.

You know what?
I won't sully my hands with you.

I solve my problems through the law.

Not like you,
who fixes everything with violence.

What are you doing?

-The...
-The what?

Don't touch my ears
when I'm fighting, man.

I hope the few days you spent in jail

helped you put yourself
in my brother Daniel's shoes.

What?

Bertha.

Having grazed heaven
with my fingers in that paradise

I experienced in the midst of that hellish
prison, believe me, I will fight for you.

She's a genius.

Beautiful.

She's strategic, thinks about everything.
She's always two steps ahead.

-She's smart.
-Yes, yes.

-She's sexy.
-Very.

-Gorgeous, spirited.
-Yes.

Passionate.

-I can imagine.
-Betty's the best.

No, no, I think
we're talking about different...

-What?
-I meant your hot lawyer.

Look, she just sent me a ticket
to the Cayman Islands for tonight.

They say it's a paradise.

Dang.

-Too bad you can't go.
-Why? No.

No, but...

Look, Armando.

I'm very glad you're out of jail,
you're okay, and all.

But she's right.
I need to disappear for a while.

No, sir, we're going to face things today.

Let me remind you
Betty fired me from Ecomoda today.

It doesn't matter.

We have a board meeting,

and there we'll explain
everything that happened

and what we did, okay?

-Okay.
-Okay.

Now listen.

Before that meeting,
I have to ask you a question that is...

It's been running in circles in my head.

sh**t.

Calderón, why are you spying on us

through the computers'
closed-circuit cameras?

Are you working with someone?
Are you freelancing?

Have you partnered up?

Armando, do you believe
I'm capable of such a thing?

We in the union have a clear proposal...

-Come on, Lombardi.
-What do you want?

Why don't we skip the charade?
Nobody believes in your pretend union.

Look, you know what?

QUIET

You're prettier when you don't talk.

How scary.

I'm here.

Patsy-Pat.

Don't tell me you came to join the union

and back me up in the strike I'll stage

against these oppressive oligarchs.

Quit that, Huguito.

No, I came here
because Marce invited me to speak up.

And although those topics
also interest me,

the benefits thing,

it doesn't mean that all Ecomoda employees

have to be unionized.

What's with this betrayal?

Look, darling. Remember
you're no longer part of the nobility.

So, you're no longer Patsy-Pat.

Now, you're merely Patricia Fernandez,

just another commoner
with one more divorce to your name.

I demand some respect.

I demand that privacy be respected.

Please, let's listen to Armando and Mario.

They have a lot to explain.

The oppressive oligarchs

want to tell all of you

that we take responsibility

for the rough time
Ecomoda's going through.

-And...
-Bravo.

Yes, very well.

...the financial debacle
we're going through.

Yes, the one that harmed your employees.

What we won't accept
is the blame for having hacked

all of Ecomoda's computers
and security cameras

to spy on the employees,
because we didn't do that.

Sure.

And to prove
we're completely innocent in that matter,

I'll investigate to the fullest extent

to find out who spied on the employees

and find out why they did it
and for what purpose.

Because it wasn't us.

Go ahead. Sorry.

-Armandaddy!
-Come in more calmly, honey.

I was so excited to see you.

I've been needing this hug for days now.

-How are you, honey?
-Fine. And you?

I missed hugging my favorite person
in the whole wide world.

Don't worry.
I didn't come to hold you up for long.

I just wanted to tell you
that I think we're all aware

of the complicated moment
Ecomoda's going through.

Instead of wasting time fighting,

it's time to provide ideas.

I agree.

That's why I propose that from now on,

the number of participants
in these meetings be larger.

What?

"Beatriz Pinzón Solano's diary, 1999."

"He seemed so sincere.

"I felt like he really loved me.

"I don't know what it is to be loved,

"but I felt like I was
floating among the clouds."

Sir, I feel like
I'm in the clouds with you.

Me too.

"Until I woke up
and realized this nightmare."

Mr. Mario had to travel to Palm Beach,

and he left Mr. Armando a package.

It was a very strange package,
and it landed in my hands by accident.

"Here are the instructions

"for you to continue
your horror routine with Betty.

"First, you'll find the cards

"that you have to place
on the desk every morning

"for your monster."

"Always keep in mind the motto,

"'I kiss Betty so as
not to lose Ecomoda.'"

"This hell won't last forever.

"You'll go back to being happy,
surrounded by beautiful women,

"once she returns our company."

It was so hard to read.

It was so hard to assimilate what it said.

How could he do this to me?

This is what it feels like
when you have a seat

at Ecomoda's executive board.

I like it.

No, no, this isn't a board meeting.

This is just a meeting.

I didn't know unions
offered these advantages

of rubbing shoulders with the bosses.

What advantages are we talking about?

We're all squeezed in here. Move aside.

Careful.

Hey, don't push me.

Why don't you go and sit
on Mr. Mora's lap, so you're comfortable?

Pati, if you want...

-I'm not sure it's a good idea, Mila.
-No, listen first.

-Freddy, go ahead.
-Yes, yes.

Yes.

Okay. I'd like to greet the high command,

the middle command and the lower command.

Armando.

In this meeting, this special event,

I'd like to invite everyone
to let go of our hate

and get on the same boat.

This is a very critical moment
for Ecomoda.

So critical, that since Aura María left...

Okay, enough.
Why do you always have to be like this?

I know. Beating your chest and all that.

-It's frustrating.
-Sorry.

Look, I'm sure Ecomoda's employees

know that things
can improve if we join forces.

And that's why Jeff, Aída and I
came up with a proposal for these times.

-That's right, hon.
-First things first.

What makes us different
in the fashion world as a company?

Local fashion.

Mr. Hugo's designs.

We have the privilege of having
this fashion master designing for us.

Look, since I was a little boy,

the designs of this gentleman
have always had something in common.

An essence we have to hold on to.

And that's what we need.

A new collection with Ecomoda's essence.

Eco-friendly fashion.

Well, I think it has potential, right?

We have no money.
The company doesn't have a budget for it.

Yes, I don't think it's a good time

to do a new fashion show
or a new collection.

I think the eco-fashion proposal
is very interesting.

I think it has potential.

Just listen to this.

Economical, ecological, Ecomoda.

It all sounds lovely.

Now, do we have the data, studies, metrics

to see if this investment is worth it?

Of course we have them.

Honey, please, send them
the projections to their emails.

Right away, hon.

Done.

As you can see, Ecomoda's new collection

must include natural fibers and fabrics
and designs with patterns with fewer cuts.

That will help us
reduce costs in the long term,

and also decrease the use of materials.

I think it's great.

What do you think?

Hugo, as the union leader,

do you accept this proposal?

Obviously I agree.

The original idea was mine.

I want to thank Jeff and Mila here

for having revived this eco-fashion thing.

It's a pleasure for me, really,
to launch my "eco-llection."

Finally, after 20 years.

Besides, I already have
half the work done.

But wait. I want to say something.

First, the fact that eco-fashion
or eco-friendly fashion exists

doesn't cancel out the union.

Roberto, is that you?

Remember, Roberto,
I never did anything to you.

Inesita?

Guardian angel, sweet companion...

Is it you, Daniel?

Don't forsake me by day or by night.

Huguito. Huguito.

Huguito, don't ever do that to me again.
You almost k*lled me. And I'm so young.

-What are you doing here?
-I work here.

Rather, what are you doing here
with a toothbrush in your hand

and looking like a white-legged buffalo
in those pajamas?

Such cheap pajamas.

Well, it's a long and sad story, Huguito.

Really?

-Just imagine...
-No, I can imagine.

What I imagine the most is the armadillos
from the Ugly Girls Club

when they hear
that their favorite fake blondie

is living in Ecomoda.

They will be shocked.

No. Huguito. Huguito, please.
Don't do this to me.

Please, I'm begging you. Please, no. No.

Huguito.

Patsy-Pat,

you know more than anyone
that my silence has a really high price.

You, more than anyone,
know I have no money.

I can tell. But I have a wonderful idea.

What if, in exchange for my silence,
you join the Ecomoda union?

Excuse me? But I'm not ugly.

No, but you're poor,
and that's so ugly that you qualify.

Excuse me.

Welcome to the fight, comrade Patricia.

Jerk.

Nicolás, you and I had an agreement.

Where did this guy come from?
Nice to meet you, Nicolás Mora.

Alaska?

Nicolás, you make me laugh so, so much.

Do you know how Eskimos kiss?

No.

-Do you want me to teach you?
-Sure.

Welcome to this nest of seizure!

"Leisure," you idiot.

Well, this nest of leisure, you idiot.

To this temple of amusement

that caters to the budget
of the upper and lower class,

or as it's known, the proletariat.

Long live the proletariat!

Cheers, my friends. Long live the strike.

Betty, I know it's frowned upon
for employees during a strike

to hang out with the president.

-But what the hell!
-Yes, what the hell! Yes.

-Betty, I have to confess something.
-Tell me.

I love you and adore you like a sister.

-Yes.
-Like a friend, like a daughter.

Right? Let's toast.

-I love you very much too.
-Yes. Let's toast.

We know you're going
through a hard time, Betty.

Let's toast to benefits.

You know what? You should know
your friends are always there to...

Me too.

You're also a friend from the club.

You're also part of the club.

Sorry. Excuse me. I'm another friend.
I'm another friend.

A girlfriend, whatever.

-You know what? I won't be courageous.
-I think that... Right, I think...

Yes, I'm...

-No.
-I'm seeing double.

No. Until you black out.

-Yes.
-Until you black out.

-Who will you call?
-I will call...

-Who?
-Come on, Betty.

I will call...

-What's his name?
-What's his name?

Nicolás.

Turn that off.

Pati.

-I have to take this.
-Really, Nicolás?

It might be an emergency, Pati.
You never know.

Hello?

-Hello, Nicolás.
-What's up, Betty?

I need you to pick me up, please.

No, Betty, that's impossible.

I'm at the North Pole. I'm so far away.

Please, Nicolás. It's urgent. I'm...

Betty, look, you know what? Let's do this.

Send me your location,
and I'll send you one of my best men.

-My best man.
-My battery's running out, Nicolás.

Come pick her up. Come pick her up.

-Bertha, let's go.
-Hang up.

Come on. Come on.

How embarrassing.

I would have never,
ever guessed it was you.

-But you...
-Okay.

Don't worry, Betty.

With this whole situation,
being a lawyer isn't enough.

I think I will have to talk to Lombardi
about joining the union.

-Betty, Betty.
-Yes?

It's María José. It's María José.

No, no.

María José.

-Hello. Good evening.
-"Good"?

I don't really know what's good about it.

I've been calling you all day,

and now you answer?

-I've had a hard day.
-You think I haven't?

Listen, Esteban. The divorce
between our clients is dragging on.

You and I know perfectly well
that we need to finalize it.

Stop being so intense.

Besides, these aren't
work hours, are they?

Unless you want to pay a night fee.

María José, we'll talk later.

Bye, María José.

-What was that?
-Bye.

Betty?

Finally. Hello.

Mr. Hermes. Good evening.
Tell me, is Betty home?

She's not.

Why did you hit me?

You're an old coot of the worst kind.
A disgrace to your father.

If Mr. Roberto Mendoza were alive,
he'd give you a good beating.

-God. God.
-What's this domestic violence?

I have no idea what's gotten into him.
He's hitting me.

I have my reasons. Come here. Come on.

What's wrong with you, Grandpa?

Where's Betty?

-Ask him.
-Ask him.

-Are you okay?
-No.

Who did it? Esteban or Betty?

-Neither of them were there.
-I told you.

She's with him. I told you.
Look, let's do this.

We'll go to my house,
I'll give you a massage,

patch you up, and you can relax.

You'll forget about
all the stress you're under.

You'll forget that your ex
went out for drinks with her lawyer.

See? See that I didn't lie to you?

There's your proof. Let's go.

-Drink this.
-How embarrassing.

I'm not used to it.

The girls were toasting for this,
for that, doing a conga line...

I don't want my dad to see me like this.

How old are you, anyway, Betty?

It's not like he's going
to ground you like a little girl.

He still sees me like that.

Well, next time you want to party
with your friends, this is your house.

You're all welcome, but invite me.

-Okay.
-Sure.

Come. I'll show you where you're staying.

-Come. Let's go.
-Thanks.

-There you go.
-So sweet.

No.

Betty la fea, the story continues

Betty la fea, the story continues