02x05 - Mission, Vision, Division

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Welcome! Here's your light, your host!

Lights, camera, action!

I'm offering a truce
I propose you take a break

Let's cease the hostility
A chance for grace

There's only one Ecomoda

And it'll always be our home

May that multicolor stage

Be a space for love

Among clouds, moon and confetti

I'd like to stay forever with my Betty

Poor Adam, when he loses Eve

My mom is happy with Esteban

The lawyer swept her off her feet.
And you and Betty...

Flew, flew! Flew away!

Let us invite you

To come together in unity

- Lights, camera, action
- Action!

The show must go on!

So funny!

The Mendozas and the Valencias
Have lost the presidency

But when Betty dreams

Life is always fun

Everyone, forgive me
Forgive me, but excuse me

My name's Freddy Stewart, such a playboy

Here I am and here I'll stay

Even if I'm kicked out

No, I'm not freaking leaving! I'll stay.

Let Ecomoda be a runway

That will lead me to Marcela

At Ecomoda, many years ago

Betty and Armando fell in love

Love is always in the air here

And I'm starting to like the potato vendor

Falling for a potato vendor?
Do not be so desperate

Betty, Betty, we must stay here.

Bear in mind I'll have a child

Help Ecomoda stay together

So I won't call you a wretch

At Ecomoda, anything's possible

We have magic and we have fashion

- Ooh, Ecomoda
- Man and women!

- Ooh, Ecomoda
- And non-binaries!

- Ooh, Ecomoda
- Men and non-binaries!

- Ooh, Ecomoda
- Let's go forward, let's go back

Ooh, Ecomoda

- Ooh, Ecomoda
- Let's make room

- Ooh, Ecomoda
- Forgive me

- Ooh, Ecomoda
- But excuse me, oh, yeah!

- Ooh, Ecomoda
- Ugliness makes me uncomfortable

Beatriz...

Beatriz! Are you with us?

Betty La Fea, The Story Continues

"I'm on cloud nine
because I'm close to Nacho."

Carmencita.

Not at all. Tenacious!

- And you barely know him.
- Right!

My motto is, "Everything
indicating progress is welcome."

If you accept my offer,
you'll have to pay rent

for the areas you use, naturally.

It's but a noble gesture on my part.

You can see I have my noble parts.

We consider you a member
of the Uglies Club.

- We're so dumb.
- Yes.

Ha! Uglies?

Please! I've never been part of any crew,
much less that one.

Well, yes. We're part of the Uglies Club.
And proudly so, kiddo!

- Doesn't it look like it?
- It doesn't.

Nacho... What are your thoughts?

About what?

IN MEMORY OF
FERNANDO GAITÁN

What Mr. Potato has said.

He speaks like he's
the majority shareholder.

Oh, this...

I agree with Mr. Pascual's proposal.

Good one, bro.

What do you say?

Okay, thank you for your offer.

But we need to think about it.

- Excuse me.
- Of course.

Ma'am, when did this become a lease?

I don't know. I don't understand.

Do not worry. It's fine. Okay?

Why won't you listen to me?

You're punishing me, right? That's it.

- Okay.
- This is no punishment.

I've had enough, Armando.

You've made a lifestyle out of lies,
and I don't want to live like that.

Me?

You took me as a secret lover.

You won't tell anyone you're my wife.
And I'm the one lying?

This is crazy, Beatriz.

Do not get me wrong. I'm not your wife.

And I won't be ever again.

We're divorced.

So now we're divorced. I get it.

Okay, but you know what, Beatriz?

It makes me mad you won't give me
the benefit of the doubt

after everything we've been through.

I've done it all
with the best of intentions,

with good intentions, everything.

Good intentions are not enough.

Okay.

Okay. You've had enough, right?

Me too! I've had enough too.

You don't want me at your company?
Perfect.

You don't want us to be husband and wife?

Perfect. Because I've had enough too.

Even if it doesn't look like it.

You know why I've had enough?

It's just one simple word.

Dignity.

Dignity.
There's a little of that left in my life.

Here.

Keep the apartment, Beatriz.

Sell it.

Inject that capital into the company
you don't want me at.

You don't want me as your...
Anything. Be happy.

You wanna be happy? Be happy.

Hi...

Am I interrupting?

Not at all.

Excuse me.

She can't accept her new place
as your ex. Poor woman.

But she'll move on eventually.

Listen...

I'm here because...

I've got something big to tell you.

- I'll grant you 20% of...
- I don't want anything from you!

Okay, María José?

Do you know what I'd love the most?

For you to leave me alone.

Okay. You're grumpy again.

I'll leave you alone,
and I'll see you... for dinner.

No, you won't.

Not for dinner or anything.
This is goodbye and farewell.

Bye. Bye.

I'm taking this.

I won't leave this whiskey
or they'll drink it all.

What?

- I want to talk.
- What about?

- Mila, you don't have to leave Ecomoda.
- Nacho.

Nacho.

Food's here. We eating in your office?

Away from the other Ecomoda people?

"The other Ecomoda people,"
who opened their doors

so you could kick off
your modeling career?

Listen, Carmen.

We're not eating in my office or anywhere.
Got it?

Let there be no confusion.

Okay, look.
If you can't lend me money, don't worry.

But I need a favor.

I'm reading a gossip column,

and apparently, the almighty fashion tsar,
Mr. Jorge Serrano,

is touring Latin America.

And I need something.

Someone told me they saw him
in Bogotá this morning.

I couldn't verify it
with the press or anyone

because he's unapproachable,
so mysterious.

- Hi.
- Sorry!

Me again.

Majo, I'm on the phone. Can't you see?

And I'm in the middle of
a very important and special ritual

saying goodbye to my office,

which I'd love to do by myself.

- Can you humor me?
- I'll always humor you.

Okay. Thank you.

- Bye.
- Whatever you want.

- Bye. Bye.
- Bye.

Look, if I can get confirmation,

I'll make an appointment with them
because I must see him ASAP.

Agent 0-0-Freddy reporting

from the scene to inform you

of every single event happening right now.

Okay, agent. Tell me, where are you?

What do you mean, where am I?

Considering what's happened,
where else could I be?

- At a restaurant, as you can see.
- I can't see!

Switch your camera.
I can only see your big head.

Yeah, right.

- Zoom in!
- Do not yell at me!

Right now, the company quartet
is starting to order food.

Since today's Tuesday,
they can order lentils as a starter.

Okay, Nacho.

That "keep your enemies close" speech
is pure lies.

You just want to keep
Camila Mendoza nearby.

No, Majo, you're mistaken.

- So what is it?
- Excuse me.

But I'm detecting

a problem of priorities
on the part of the shareholders.

We won't get anywhere like this.
Let me explain.

The majority shareholder, Mr. Potato,
is obsessed with Marcela.

This gentleman here has a weird fixation
on Mila, which I don't get.

And our lady here is stuck on Armando.

We won't get far this way.

My personal life
won't interfere with our goals.

So don't worry.

Hey, you could host a gossip show now.

She, the formerly ugly one,
is looking at him, the one we know.

Mrs. Marcela and Nicolás
are third and fourth wheels.

Oh, no. I don't like this.

She's looking at him like a girlfriend,
not like your lover.

You weren't invited,

so you are officially out of the picture.

They're definitely talking
about their company.

Of course.

She doesn't care about my experience
in fashion and business.

She's become a woman of the law.
She likes that knowledge.

Knowledge feeds the soul,

but I think you should feed your stomach.

Let me make a suggestion.

If you like, I can bring it to the office.

Maybe a chicken neck,

a mixed grill from Antoquia,

Santa Fe or Bogotá potato stew,

or how about some stuffed chicken?

I'll grab this man's neck one day
and I'll squeeze it.

Let me make myself clear.

My goal is to keep tabs
on Betty and her people.

I won't settle for simply
taking Ecomoda from them,

I want them to stay here
so they can witness our future success.

And then they can bite their tongues
watching my kind of business.

Wow! Amazing! What business?
I haven't seen any yet.

Do not ever talk to me like that.

You're nothing but an assistant.

Do not get confused.

What do you think about renting Ecomoda?

Launching a new collection
will be expensive.

But with Aura María's money,

we have a window, but it's bound
to close after some time, Betty.

Going over the company's projections
and the cashflow, it's our best option.

What's your input, Marcela?

That Ignacio is involved in this
and he can't be trusted.

But in the end,
it was Mr. Pascual's proposal.

And I think he's a man of his word.

We could make a deal with Pascual
and sign some non-disclosure clauses.

We'd stay there to launch the business,
one or two years, tops.

Okay, but we should see
which area is available for rent.

What if it's the basement?

What did I do? I took the potato and...

I sliced it in identical shapes, right?

So, Ms. Betty and her people will keep,
hear me out,

Offices One, Two and Three,
which are beautiful...

No, Pascual, wait a moment.

The President's Office, that is to say,
Three, is for Ecomoda's President.

- The nerve.
- That is to say, me.

Let's find a less Solomonic way

- than splitting the house in two...
- Wait.

Excuse my screaming, but if you keep
interrupting, I'll lose track of this.

Thanks. Okay.

If Ms. Beatriz agrees,

then Nacho would keep that office. Okay?

Now, I won't leave you high and dry.

I'll take this area...

and divide it into two.

And you'll keep a section,
plus the section back there,

which is super nice.

We would keep, hear me out,
the conference room.

Mr. Caspual, I'm sorry.

Hey, don't you think
the conference room should be ours?

- There are more of us.
- Yes.

I'm sorry to interrupt,
but we have more history.

Yes, okay. Wait a moment,
I'll come to you, good neighbor.

Okay, so I'll carry on. Where was I?

We're keeping the conference room,
and look at this beauty,

Offices Four and Five too.

Marce, I just don't understand.

So if we're in separate offices,

then I can't pay you a visit?

Patricia, we haven't decided
what we're doing yet.

That's right.
It's nice what you're saying.

Do not worry,
I can assure you, we'll pull through.

Okay, the whole sewing workroom

and the office
of the great designer Hugo Lombardi

will be for us, all right?

Oh, cool.
So, Jeff and Mila, start packing.

Gather your clothes and stuff...

And please take

Aída's air fryer.

Do not worry, darling.
We're super happy to change places.

Maybe ideas will start flowing a bit.

To wrap up, hear me out,
there would be not one or two,

but three neutral territories
or what I call "community areas."

First, the outdoor area
between the offices,

from inside the elevator.

The food and drink area,
that is to say, the cafeteria.

And the restroom areas,
both for men and women.

- That's it.
- Excuse me.

Could you maybe set up
a tight multimedia area

for our new exhibitionist investor?

Tight?

Okay, no tights,
so she can show her lower parts.

- So dumb.
- Okay, got it.

To wrap up,

if there's any questions,
anything on your minds,

anything you want to say, or you...

We have to think, baby.

Betty, I'd consider it very important...

What about this section?

Yes. Please, sir.

- "My president."
- My president.

- From now on.
- Yes.

Of course, my president.

Okay...

I like it.

Yes, my president. Very good.

Hey, Carmen is such a traitor.

And we considered her
a member of the Uglies Club.

And she sides with Nacho instead of Betty.

- Yes.
- Hey.

Wasn't Inesita's grandson
supposed to be the love of her life?

You told me that, or did I hear wrong?

Yeah, but she's got bad blood
because she's jealous.

What's wrong with you? Get out.

- What a bummer, these modern restrooms.
- Out!

How about that? To get some gossip.

- Tell me about it.
- Men in our restroom.

- Really.
- So awful.

When it comes to salary,

we have to think with our heads,

because not everybody has the chance

to earn our living
selling parts of our bodies.

That's why I'm still with Ecomoda.

Poor Nicolás.

You're tying his hands
by supposedly being pregnant.

And, same old same old, betraying Betty.

Yes, shame on you.

- That's terrible.
- Let's see.

Who's giving me moral lessons?

You, Ms. Breasts?

The Lonely U girl
getting naked to make money?

Fake blonde, you will respect me.

No, no. Wait a moment.

The millionaires don't belong
with the poor.

- Exactly.
- I'm a foot model, baby.

Even if it pains you.

You know what? The only opinion
I'm interested in is Freddy's.

Oh, no.
Baby, you need to let go of Freddy.

You lost him long ago.

So don't worry, let him go.

What are you saying? I didn't lose Freddy.

I see you. Watch it.

Hi.

This is the lady's bathroom.

Really?

Isn't it unisex?

But this is a 911, Mr. Nicolás.

I'm sorry, but I'm here for my wife.

Let's go.

- There's an ultrasound waiting.
- Oh, no, Nicolás.

Do not be so annoying, baby.

- What?
- I'm not feeling well, you know?

I feel unwell,
and I don't want any ultrasound,

especially not at that clinic so far away.

- Shall I get an ambulance?
- Right. Be thoughtful.

Being pregnant at 50 must be so hard.

- Pay them no mind...
- Forty-nine.

See you later, witches.

- Mr. Pascual.
- Ms. Betty.

We accept your offer. We're staying.

- Good.
- Good. I like it. Such good news!

I like that.
From the bottom of my heart. Why?

We're together.
Everyone in the same barnyard. It's nice.

I'll take this opportunity
to make Nicolás Mora's resignation

from Ecomoda official.

- Esteban Ruiz.
- Here.

- Bertha de González.
- Me.

And Sandra Patiño.

They're working with me.

And with me.

Is Mr. Contreras going back
to being an assistant?

Forgive me, but excuse me.

To be honest, I've been a part
of the Betty Team for a long time.

Betty, I'm also with the Betty Team.

What's that? So dumb.

Oh, what a pity.

I was honestly happy
to never see their faces again,

the Uglies Club. Anyway...

God made them my neighbors.

I don't know what I did in another life,
what I'm paying for, what's this karma,

but my God, it just keeps getting worse.

Nacho, look.

I just wanted to let you know
you can count on me.

I was in the original Ecomoda. Trademark.

I'm also still available

for any of the factions
that want me at their service.

I know this company very well.

In any case, I could be the referee

to make sure nobody crosses the lines.

I think we will work much better
with fewer workers and the best talent.

Have you decided
where you'll set up your new workroom?

- Or haven't you?
- We haven't.

Jeff and I will use this chance
we've been given by Marce and my mom.

- Away from here.
- Away.

- Far, far away.
- Far.

- Very well.
- Yes, very well.

- Very well, right.
- Excuse me.

- Thanks.
- Armando, one last thing.

So, these honest people
won't think you're stealing their pay

or anything else of value,

that box will be searched on your way out.
Please, cooperate.

- Okay?
- As you should, Ignacio.

You should because I'm stealing
a lot of things in this box.

I'm taking my 25 years
of working in fashion...

I'm taking my father's legacy,
and above all, I'm taking...

the certainty
that I'll get my company back.

So don't you forget it.

Okay.

Armando,

my heart goes out to you.

I'll take it, but don't talk in my ear,
it drives me insane.

Take this.

Excuse me.

My president, always with you.

- Yes. Give me the whiskey, Freddy.
- Let's see.

You know, everything I have in my life
is in this box.

I'll be back someday,
and it'll be sooner than they think.

I can assure you.

I put my faith in you, Armando.

As a great philosopher said,
"Hope is the last thing you lose."

- Let me ask you something.
- sh**t.

How long will you keep talking
like an old record?

The process is what matters,
not the outcome, and I'm taking my time.

- Okay.
- What will you do now?

Easy. Do you know this guy?

- Right. Sunglasses.
- Who is it?

- Sunglasses.
- What's his name?

- Jorge.
- Jorge Serrano.

The president of the most important
holding company in Europe.

The most important holding company
in Europe.

I'm glad you know him
because he's in Colombia, Bogotá.

No, no.

The new Ecomoda president
doesn't know who the fashion tsar is?

Do you suffer from ignogance too?
Let me enlighten you.

Jorge Serrano is the president
of the most important

holding company in Europe.

If we close just one deal with him,

we'll have Ecomoda's financial stability
in our pockets

for three or four generations.

Good. Since your thing is fashion
and my thing is making deals,

go and make an appointment
with Jorge Serrano and that's it.

It's so easy to say, "Go, do it." Right?

Well, I'm working on it.

You can't imagine the collection
I'll pitch to Jorge!

It's so "ooh la la" and olé!

Okay. I'll see.

Are we sure this is where
Mr. Ham is staying?

Mr. Ham?

His name is Jorge Serrano.

- That's why.
- Oh, Freddy, please!

Let's go.

- Good evening.
- Evening.

Are you guests?

- No.
- Yes.

- No. But...
- Yes.

May I? We're not really guests here,

but there is someone
waiting for us, a friend of mine,

Mr. Jorge Serrano.

- Name?
- Jorge Serrano, he's just said it.

- Freddy...
- This gentleman's.

You don't know who we are? Come on.

This is His Excellency
Former President of Ecomoda,

and I'm his agent and advisor.

- Name?
- Armando Mendoza.

Armando Mendoza?

Come in.

That's enough work for today.

Let's celebrate
over the best burgers in town.

Oh, thank you, Esteban.

I'm sorry, but I'm not hungry.
I'd rather not eat.

You don't know how miserable these fries
are feeling after your rejection.

Thank you.

You're not on the list.

It's okay, I've been here a million times.
Jorge is waiting. Excuse me.

This is a private event. Please leave.

Do not dare ever lay a finger on me again.

Armando, saying "no" is also an answer.

Walk.

- Let's go. Hurry.
- What's wrong? Aren't we going in?

Something happened.

They got ahead of us.
That's Nacho and Hugo over there.

Look at them.

Good evening.

I'm here for Jorge Serrano.

- Name?
- Hugo Lombardi.

Hugo Lombardi?

- Come in, please.
- Thank you.

- They let them in!
- They let them in.

Damn it!

I can't wrap my head around the fact
that we're two rival companies

working in the same place.

My divorce taught me
two very important lessons in life.

First, it's a matter of attitude.

Second, healthy boundaries are necessary.

Funny that you bring this up.

I was talking about that with someone.

Not exactly the potato vendor.

Sometimes, boundaries are needed
to take care of yourself.

Betty...

You don't have to do this alone.

Let me be by your side.

Hey, wake up!

Because the monkey, even if she dresses
in silk, stays a monkey.

What's with the fake blonde?

Married to Nicolás,
staying with the Nachos.

To her, the most precious thing in a man
is his money.

My baby and I will not live here.

Let's be real, Nicolás.
This house smells so 1800.

Didn't your mom have a bakery?

She closed it like 15 years ago.

What do you mean? My stuff smells funky?

My memories smell funky?

I'll just tell you that we should run away

before we get spooked
in this house of horrors.

Look, horror is still having
your ex-husband's ashes.

This is a horror!

Those wretches!

I need to find those witches to complain.

And you have to help me.

Me? Why? Why me?

Think! Try hard!

What do you mean "try," Nicolás?

When I ask you to fulfill
your marital duties, what do you say?

Think, huh?

Enough! Cut it out!
You have an obsession with sex.

You're sick, Nicolás.

And what if we are doing stuff
and suddenly...

your mom shows up.

So embarrassing!

I don't have a sexual obsession.

I'm sexually deprived, which is different.
And it's your fault.

None of this would be happening
if you had stayed in Ecomoda.

Are you asking me to betray Betty?
Is that it?

Well, I won't.
My loyalty to Betty stands strong.

Your loyalty to Betty?

Loyalty to your wife. That's me!

And to our baby!

You know what?

We'd better leave.

My baby and I will go to the hotel.

And of course,
I'll be with me, myself and I.

But my baby and I won't live here.

I want you to book a room for me
in that hotel.

I don't care.
I know it's hard, but I need it.

Today. It's an emergency.

Thank you.

I knew it wasn't such a big deal.

Love...

Homemade pasta
with mushrooms and truffles.

My specialty.

Majo, why are you in my house?

- Really, should I explain it now?
- I'd love that.

- Maybe we can have dinner first.
- No. Majo.

Right. It'd be so sad to let it get cold.

What are you doing here?

You're not just beautiful,
you're talented.

You know very well
that I made up the excuse

of renting and dividing
the Ecomoda offices

when my only intention
was to help you keep your office. Why?

Because you're a queen.

Okay.

So I owe you the favor
of keeping my office.

I did it with all my love.

- I didn't ask for it.
- I know.

But love, you see...

is stubborn, man.

And it doesn't have borders
or office divisions, anything.

Let me tell you from the bottom
of my heart, Marcela Valencia,

you... blow me away.

Let me tell you, this is super weird,
María José.

Because I am not your boyfriend.

I won't have dinner with you,

and that weird suitcase you brought,
take it away.

- Hey.
- Leave.

- Why are you so boring?
- I'm not boring.

- Why won't you relax? Come.
- No. Stand still.

- What if we play a game?
- What? That's weird!

This is weird! You, looking at me!

I feel used.
Like you're stalking me, María José.

Keep staring, and I'll call the cops.

- What?
- The police.

- What do you mean?
- Weird.

- I'm not doing anything wrong.
- What? You broke into my house.

- No.
- Uninvited.

- "Our house." Let's see.
- "Our"?

Now you and I are together.

My Ecomoda shares are now yours.

So that means your house is my house.

I can't believe that many employees
have quit Ecomoda to be with us.

It brings me joy.

But I also feel a big responsibility.

We did it for you.

Nothing's too big for you, Betty.

You're a person
with the incredible quality

of making
other people's mistakes your own.

And you always step up.

Betty, I want to be by your side.

I want to give you my hand
to walk together.

I know I can measure up.

Get out!

Get out, please! Leave!

Get out.

Okay. I'm leaving.

This is how you repay me.

After everything I've done
for your company!

You don't love me even a little
because you're a dumbass!

- I...
- You know what?

You'll regret it.

Those are my keys.

My keys, María José!

María José, please! María...

- María José!
- You know what happens?

You're so wrong.
You can't see it. You just can't.

You can't see I'm on your side.

Because you're blind, Armando.
You're sick, Armando Mendoza!

- And that's where you'll stay.
- Open the door.

Open the door. María José, stop.

Majo!

Majo.