02x07 - Don't Blame It On The Rain

[bunniefuu]

I have the business deal of a lifetime
in my hands, Beatriz.

You know, if we pull this off,

we'll change the history of the world!

Of the fashion world in this country.

I don't understand anything
you're saying to me.

Jorge Serr...

Jo... Jorge Serrano,

the Spanish fashion guru,
he came to Bogotá.

I tried talking to him,
it was mayhem, but I did it.

He's interested in us.

Imagine. With Jeff and Mila's designs,
and you as the boss,

we'll get Ecomoda back.

How?

I'm sorry, but I don't have much time.

I have a flight to New York soon.

-So tell me.
-Thank you so much.

Well, my proposal can be...

-summarized in three words.
-Yeah?

"We are Colombia."

"We are Colombia." Yes.
A very patriotic phrase. National.

Right... Carry on. Carry on.

We're completely sure

that our designs, in the hands
of you and your holding company,

will be a dream come true.

So, who's designing?

Camila Mendoza and Jeff Ramírez,
two young Colombians,

very talented designers, modesty aside.

"Modesty aside," another phrase
that could serve you...

Last night I got a very
interesting proposal from Ignacio Ortiz,

Ecomoda's new President.

He was much, much more persuasive. Yes.

He was with the designer Lombardi
and several models,

and they made a very interesting proposal
about smart fibers.

"Smart." Those dumbasses.

Freddy.

Okay, wonderful.

That's tech, and it's good.
We're also counting on it.

Our proposal is totally different.

It's not related to tech at all.
You can see it.

This is conscious fashion.

Conscious fashion, right.

Fashion conscience is conscience...

It's not only about fashion,
it's about who we are.

Specifically, a country
that keeps trying to reinvent itself.

It's not about threads, sequins,
or that kind of stuff.

It's about our people, our artisans,
our young people.

It's about the mothers,
heads of families waking up every day

before the sun rises
to make this country a better place.

We're the most biodiverse country
in this world.

And we have an expl*si*n of color,

and we want to be known for that.

We're a country that's willing to strive.

And that's what we're capturing
with our fabric.

I don't know. I find it naive to think

that he'll take on our project
just like that just because he listened.

"Naive"?

Well, it's...

Betty, you're right, I don't blame you.

At the end of the day,

right now, it's very hard
to believe in me, I know.

What's that look?

You have a different glow.

It's like you're not looking at me.

Like you're looking through...

Did you sleep well? What's wrong?

-They're waiting for me. Excuse me.
-Betty.

I know there's a lot
that's broken between us.

But today
I'm just here to talk... business.

Betty la fea, the story continues

Hi.

Don't worry about giving me the keys
you stole from my house.

I've changed the locks
on every single door.

You left some stuff.

I gave it to my security guard,
so he can give it back to you.

-Be well, I won't waste your time.
-Look, this is for you.

I dropped by the DA's Office,
and I heard he wants to see you again.

You'll see who you want to defend you
when he subpoenas you.

You could call your security guard.

He might as well be a lawyer too.

Prick.

God damn it!

Jorge Serrano.

I thought you were in New York.

And we were on the terrace
in Jorge's suite,

pitching our collection,
the runway show ends,

and Jorge suddenly
with his sensibilities on display...

IN MEMORY OF
FERNANDO GAITÁN

...tells me, "This is what matters here."

"These designs. My congratulations.
These can be exported."

I look at him,
I want to smother him with kisses.

Yes.

-I like you a lot.
-What?

We'll celebrate on a yacht
I have in Miami.

Because I ship potatoes
to practically half of the world,

I know exporting is important.
Good, brother.

Excuse me.

I'd like to know when this was decided.

And may I know
why I wasn't invited to that light show?

Well, clearly, because you're dispensable.

So much that I haven't heard
a single word of advice from you.

Maybe if I were invited
to these kinds of events,

you would find out, Nachito,
what my job is all about.

No, I do know what your job is all about,

and that's precisely why
I didn't call you, Calderón.

I thought you were unnecessary,

just like this explanation
I don't have to give you.

-Ouch!
-I still don't understand.

I don't know,
if I'm an Ecomoda shareholder

and have 20% of the stocks,

why am I not hearing any of this?

Someone control this drama queen.

Look, this thing was spur of the moment.

We had to act immediately.
No one planned it.

Are you going to control
random chance too?

What did you call me?

Controlling?

-Me? Controlling?
-Majo, relax.

Don't look down on me. Respect me!

-All of you, respect me.
-Yeah, right.

I won't allow you to keep stepping on me.

You, if you want your shares,
I can give them back.

You can give me my money back.
I'm out of here.

I'll leave it like this.
Move or I'll walk over you.

Wait, your pencil.

Just what I needed.

Right, it's clear I don't have anything
to do here too,

so please, excuse me.

What's going on here?

-Oh, God.
-Did you have a meeting without me?

Not another tantrum. Enough.
Carmen, we don't need you now. Thanks.

Look, I'm just here to tell you
that Jorge Serrano has arrived.

My dear Jorge.

I knew we'd meet again.

I told you. You were going to flip out.

That you'd be captivated by my garments.

What I don't quite get
is why Armando Mendoza is here.

I can explain it to you
and to everyone else here.

I've come back because I'm here
to introduce Mr. Jorge Serrano.

I've pushed back my flight
out of respect to Roberto Mendoza.

May he rest in peace.

So you knew Roberto?

That's right. Just when I was starting,
I was so lost.

I didn't know which doors to knock on.

I met him at an event in Paris.

And his words stuck with me. He said,

"It's not about recreating, but creating."

"To make it look
like it's the first time."

Yes. I remember he once told me,

"Instead of being a genius,
have ingenuity."

Let's go into the conference room
to continue.

-Interested parties only.
-Right.

A selfie for my social media!

Don't move.

Women.

Let's see! No!

They said, "Interested parties only."

-That's why!
-Huguito, I want to be in there.

Patsy, you're not interesting.

If you're two different companies now,

in the interest of fairness,

I invite both of you to compete
for the contract.

No. I'm sorry, Mr. Serrano.

-What you want is...
-To make this a contest.

Right. So it'll be a sword
and needle fight, I can imagine.

Is this a meritocracy, sir?

Ecomoda was founded by Roberto.

It's obvious you two have to compete.

But Armando goes way back
with Ecomoda too.

He came to me, so I owe him a chance.

He pitched me innovative designs too.

What do you want from our proposal?

Basically, our company
is after a conceptual proposal.

Able to go international
without losing a sense of place.

An innovative search
for materials as much as marketing,

so that we can take Colombian design
and fashion to the whole world.

Without losing its essence,
which is the most important thing.

Okay, Jorge, are you...

really having us compete

against Jeff and Mila,

two kids who know nothing
about fashion design?

Or is it just a joke?

Because you never know with Spaniards.

Spaniards joke around a lot,
but we're in a meeting now.

So let's compete.
That's what it's all about.

And may the best one win.

Betty?

Aren't you gonna say anything?

-What?
-Aren't you gonna say something?

Right. Sure. May the best one win.

There. That's what I wanted to hear.

Let's go for it.

Told you.
These are two irreconcilable teams.

I've seen this film before.

It's Cannibal Holocaust,
no one's left alive.

We're at w*r.

Just like in wrestling. Mask against mask.

-Hi!
-Hello.

You'll get a hernia
if you all miss out on the gossip here.

-Unbelievable.
-Pardon me?

"You all" is a crowd.

-I was just passing by.
-Really?

-So were we.
-Yeah, right.

Working. Very working. Much working.

I do want to know the gossip. Let's go.

Hello.

To what do I owe the pleasure
of this meeting?

Mr. Serrano came here
to make a proposal, Mila.

Come on in, guys.

Jorge, this is Mila and Jeff.

They're the young designers
I was telling you about.

This is my daughter
and Roberto's granddaughter.

-A pleasure.
-My pleasure.

Your dad speaks highly
of you and your work.

-Really?
-Jefferson Ramírez, a pleasure.

Right.

Well, you have three weeks
to deliver your proposals.

My company will decide the winner.

So good luck to everyone.

-See you.
-I'll walk you out, Jorge.

Thank you so much.

-Have a nice trip, Jorge.
-Thanks.

-Bye.
-See you!

Well, let me congratulate the princesses

on their honorable second place.

And keep your heads up.

Oh, poor baby!

-Cutie.
-"Cutie"?

Huguis, I love how confident you are.

Because your new boss doesn't trust you.

You know, he offered me your position.

Nacho? Hey, Nacho. Where is Nacho?

-The princess has shut up.
-Enough. Get to work, slackers.

How could you offer her my position?

Thank you so much.

-Need anything?
-No.

Nicolás!

Where are you going?

Pati, my dear wife,
I'm running a very important errand.

Where, Nicolás?

-It involves just the two of us.
-What's that?

See you soon. We'll talk.

Once we make the patterns,
I think we can get started.

Yes, baby. Our issue is time. Time.

What if our fashion designers
learn to operate Aída?

-Sir.
-Coffee for everyone. Colombian coffee.

I was saying, if our fashion designers
learn to use Aída,

we could finish more designs in less time.

-Right!
-Thanks.

But what do you need to get started?

Well, the truth is our finances
are in very bad shape,

but we'd have to invest
even what we don't have.

What? Is money necessary?

No, how much? There's plenty of money!

-What?
-No, Aura María, Mother of Mercy.

The tax department in this country
should have her in their sights.

What a dumbass.

Aura María, you've invested enough.
We don't want to be leeches.

-You're not leeches!
-Yeah, we don't.

Madame President,
I can help you get the money

for the contest.

With your retirement.

Oh, my beautiful. I'm offering my feet.

Because I can be a model too

on the platform of the businesswoman
Aura María Fuentes.

Well, honestly, some people
like all those macabre things.

Actually, I have a name for our podcast.

-Right.
-Ancestral Bunions.

-Okay, don't say that.
-Perfect. That's good.

Welcome, Armando. Please, come on in.

-Welcome.
-My President. A coffee?

-Thank you, Gutiérrez.
-Okay.

I'm sorry. Freddy.

Thank you so much,
but I can see I am not welcome here.

I just wanted to tell you something.
You are a team of champions.

You're a winning team
and have the talent to pull this off.

And I wanted to tell you
that your talent will take you far.

So... chin up. You have to win.

Excuse me.

-Thank you, my President. Thank you.
-Thanks!

I like Colombian coffee with whole milk,

but I'm sure you like it fat-free
with a lot of coffee, right?

It's not like you know me.

I wish I did.

That's why I kept this neutral zone
after dividing the company.

To get to know you better
little by little.

You can also invade my office.

The only thing I can invade...

is your heart.

And before the contest starts,

I have some news that, you know,
will make it go faster.

I bought the party bus.

-What?
-Yeah, I bought the party bus.

-Why?
-Since you had such a good time,

I said, "Let's be attentive to our Queen."

I bought it so that it can be
part of the museum of our story.

-No.
-Yes, ma'am.

Don't look at me as your competition.
Never.

Look at me as your ally.

Whatever you need 24/7, whatever you want.

My potatoes are at your disposal.

Thanks.

Son of a... She just blows my mind.

You know what? That Spaniard
is here to conquer the Indies.

No, he said it himself,
the goal of fashion is to adorn the world.

So this is going to be
like a beauty contest from the '90s.

You're so ignorant.
This is not going to be a beauty contest.

This is going to be a contest
crowning the best designer.

The most local, creative designer.

But why am I talking fashion to you?

-You, a group of...
-Of what?

I can think
of a thousand names to call you.

For example, monsters, bats.

-Unsightly.
-What?

But I won't call you that
because I'm an inclusive person.

-But you said it already!
-Of course he did.

-When did I say that?
-You did.

Huguito, don't you dare include me
in that group, okay?

Because I'm still one of you.

Patsy-Pat, let me tell you.

Since you married
that piece of furniture Nicolás Mora,

you walked right into
the horrific Uglies Club.

Oh, no. Don't send her over here.

What's that?

Nicolás Namibio Mora Cifuentes.

Can you explain this to me?

I think with this fabric, by now

we should be doing a collection
inspired by clothes for aunts

or Christmas tablecloths.
Which one do you want?

Clothes for aunts.

Baby, relax.

Even if it's cardboard, garbage bags,
newspaper, whatever...

we're doing that collection.

Pati, look. It's...

If Muhammad won't come to the mountain,
the ultrasound will go to the mountain.

-I've brought this thingamajig.
-Thingamajig?

I'm an OB-GYN.

-Well, okay, Lucho, but...
-Thanks.

-Shall we proceed?
-Who's the patient?

She is, my wife.

-Yes, let's go.
-What are you doing?

-Excuse me.
-Please, follow me.

-OB-GYN.
-The waiters didn't come this time.

But the polygraph did! To question you!

Maybe you can tell the truth.

Talent is here and here.

And you've got plenty.

We have.

Really?

I don't know what I'm paying for.

Honestly.

Should we take the patterns
to the workshop

so they can start work?

Yes.

Don't touch me.

Excuse me for a moment. I'll take a look.

She's pregnant. I know.
Her belly button is an outie.

-Sure, so am I.
-I'm more pregnant.

She's knocked up.
What's more, I'll bet you 100,000 pesos.

-Don't start betting, no!
-I'll raise you. Twice as much.

Silence!

Please.

Nicolás. I can't believe

you put me through this humiliation
because you won't believe me.

And I'll say this to you all,
I'm doing this against my will.

Just to prove you all wrong.

You wretches!

Relax.

We do this in case of false pregnancies,
that's why. But don't worry.

Marcela Valencia.

I can take it from the Uglies Club.
But you?

You, being so nice and all!
And you, Huguito? I can't believe it.

But what have I done? When?

-I'm just here next to her...
-Silence!

What's going on here?
Have you all gone mad or what?

Betty, I'm sorry.
I know this is not the place or the time,

but I'm so anxious.

I want to know what's going on in there.
I'm sorry.

Nicolás, you have to trust
your wife's word.

I never thought I'd say this,
but thank you, Aunt Betty.

-Want to see something truly beautiful?
-Yes.

Yes.

But that looks like a seafood casserole.

-A fruit? Figures.
-Fruity.

Look.

It's two inches long
from its head to its little tailbone.

Now please.

Listen to this melody.

Its little heart beating.

That's my baby's heart.

-Told you.
-I'm gonna be a dad.

It's like sunshine! Betty!

Okay, baby, now that it's just you and me,

I'll ask you for a favor. Hold on tight.

Hold on tight because I want you...

We're holding onto you! Baby!

Don't touch me, Nicolás.

-What's wrong?
-You made me very uncomfortable.

I just can't understand it.

-And you have to pay for that.
-Pati.

That will cost you, Nicolás.

You never believed me.
You never trusted me.

Pati, look at me.

I'm sorry. I just want what's best

for the two of us.
Well, for the three of us.

Pati, I've always loved you. Always.

The very first time I laid eyes on you,

in a magazine, I loved you immediately.

I have the magazine. I can show you.
It's a bit strange now...

But whatever.
There's a little baby Mora on the way.

This is like a fantasy to me!

I never imagined this would happen to me.

Me, a father. Me!

Nicolás.

Nicolás, are you crying?

You are?

-I'm choking.
-I've never seen you like this.

It's okay.

I forgive you.

But you'll have to take me
to live in the apartment I want.

Okay, Pati, whatever you want.
The best for us three.

What are we doing with the ashes?

Because he and I, or she and I,
won't continue living with Pachito.

No. What should we do
with the ashes? Tell me.

Jorge Serrano is a very important person.

He took the time
to walk us through everything

in a clear and convincing way.

Right.

The thing is that we don't have
the money to compete

against what Ignacio has at Ecomoda.

Betty, we'll get the money.

I'll talk to some investor friends,

some businessmen friends. Don't worry.

Esteban...

-About last night, I wanted to...
-Betty.

You made it clear this morning.

Did I?

I don't think so. It's not clear to me.

I don't know what's up with me.

Give yourself some time.

Sorry!

I thought I was alone. Am I intruding?

No, on the contrary.
This is your office, Marcela.

-No, we were... Discussing...
-Talking... Resolving...

Because we need to resolve the proposal,

to see what we're doing.

Well, on a different note,

I didn't tell Mila and Jeff
so they won't worry,

but we have money
to cover our payroll and some expenses,

but not to buy materials or fabric.

Right, I see. We have to find a solution.

I don't know, maybe another investor.

What if we have dinner
with the Potato Man?

-He must know other people...
-No.

I'm sorry, Marcela, but being
María José and Ignacio's partner,

I don't find it ethical to meet with him.

And it would technically be
a conflict of interest.

Okay. It was just an idea.

Do you have any other suggestions?

I'll go get fresh air. Excuse me.
It's been a lot to deal with today.

Something wrong with Beatriz?

Carmen, I came as soon as I got your text
because I also want to talk to you.

I want this to be over,
but I want it to be on good terms.

We could be friends, pals.

The last thing I want is that...

CARMEN JIMÉNEZ
PREGNANCY TEST POSITIVE

Are you okay, Beatriz?

Yeah, thanks.

Okay, I'm sorry if you got angry
when I suggested meeting with Pascual.

Oh, no. It's not that. It's...

that I'm very concerned.

I feel a lot of pressure
with everything going on at Ecomoda.

I know you won't tell me anything serious,
and we're not friends,

but something's up with you.

You always rise up from the ashes,
like a phoenix.

In the end... you know what to do.

That's something I've always admired
about you all these years.

Don't worry. Really.

It's all going to be all right.

Come.

-You're soaking wet.
-It's pouring outside.

-Take that off.
-Greet me properly.

Why didn't you want to meet
at the workroom?

I just needed to talk to you alone.

Alone?

I see. Jefferson, I came
with every intention of working.

But my intentions might change.

Baby, I saw Carmen.

-And?
-She texted me saying she wanted to talk.

And she missed you
and wanted to have ex-sex?

Not exactly.

So?

Baby, Carmen is pregnant.

Whose is it?

Mine.

-Mr. Mendoza, so nice to see you.
-Don't get up.

Did you call me here
to as*ault and insult me?

-Are you tired of kicking your lapdog?
-Don't be a d*ck, Calderón.

Still insulting me.

If you have any morals in your life,
any bit of decency,

you'll go to DA Ávila
and deliver this letter.

Because if you don't,
I'll be thrown in jail again,

where I never even should have been.

Go, and for the first time,
tell the truth.

Which truth are we talking about?
Your truth? My truth?

You think you own the truth, Armando.
What should we do?

I think truth is inherited.

Just like Ecomoda,
just like your last name.

-That hurts, right?
-What does?

That I inherited something and you didn't.

-Oh, no. Everyone has their story.
-Everyone, do they?

Do you know why I inherited it?

Because I had to save my father's legacy.

To save the company
he built over so many years.

To save my wife
and every employee at Ecomoda.

That's why I inherited it,
not to be like you.

A cheater.

Wait a moment. What you call "cheating"

was done for your benefit.

To watch your back, protect you
from your bad decisions, Armando.

You should've known
what you were signing, shouldn't you?

-You were with us at the same time?
-No.

Never. That's not who I am, baby.
I'm a gentleman.

Wasn't it real for you?

So I was getting my hopes up,

-but this wasn't real for you?
-It was.

It is real, and you know it.

I'm just like you.

Then explain it to me,
when it happened, because I don't get it.

Carmen says she's three months pregnant.

Do you know why I signed?
It's my only sin.

Because I trusted you.

Because through these years,
the only thing I've done is trust you.

But life is so sad.

After so much time as friends,
I'm now realizing

that the only friend
in this relationship... was me.

I'm sure you'll be a great dad.

No, no. Baby, don't go.
Please, listen to me.

Mila, I know
that it's hard to understand, baby.

-But I won't lose you over this.
-Jeff...

Do you realize that life
has changed for you?

Right now you should be thinking
about Carmen, about your baby.

Not about me.

-Baby, don't go...
-Jeff... don't.

Mila...

-Jeff, this is it.
-Baby, don't go.

Mila!

You've reached voicemail.
Leave your message after the beep.

Mila...

I've been calling you
but you won't answer.

I just want to ask you... to talk, okay?

I just want you to listen.

You must think
I'm the worst man in the world.

I know that you might understand
if you could just hear me out.

I'm with Mila.

Until death.

-Why are you keeping tabs on me?
-Tabs?

-How could you think that?
-Explain it. I don't get it.

-What do you want?
-You. Don't you get it?

You'll never know
how grateful I am to you.

Thank you.

Me too.

Do you like Spanish omelette?

See, I like men who cook better.

Until now, you've been up to the task.

I want you to know that what we have,
what we've done,

every night we spent together,
that was all real to me.

I'm in love with you, Mila.

Mila, answer, please.

Please.

f*ck!

-Baby, Carmen is pregnant.
-What?

Whose is it?

Mine.

-I thought you left.
-No. It's pouring outside.

You could borrow my umbrella.

No, thank you.

I've got to go.

It's pouring.

I don't know why I'm here.

I need...

Drink this. It'll be good.

It's hot.

-Here.
-Who are you?

A man bringing you tea
so you don't get sick.

And?

A man having trouble trusting people.

A man with a f*cked-up mind and heart,

who wants to start making things right.

Is this a game to you?

This is no game, Mila.

I've already lost.

You took over
my family's company, Ignacio.

-I can give it back.
-You used me.

No, that was before.

Look, I'm not using you right now.
I swear.

That's in the past.

-I'm not using you.
-I don't believe you.

-Mila...
-You know what?

I shouldn't be here.

-No.
-I'd better leave. Yes.

No, Mila. Please wait.
Don't go. You're already here.

Don't go without hearing me out.
I'll tell you my truth.

I don't mean to justify myself.

I'm not the victim, I know.
I just want you to understand me.

I'm the son of a man who never wanted me.

Of a woman who only gave me hatred
and her thirst for revenge.

Those were the parents I was given.

You were given different parents.

Two willing parents,
attentive to what you might need.

And, you know, I'm thinking,
"What the hell am I doing? Why am I here?"

And maybe I'm not here to get even
or take over your parents' company.

I came here to find what you have,
what I don't have.

A family.

And, yes, it was the worst way possible.

I lied to everyone.
And that's the truth, I used you.

But it's also true that I love you, Mila.

I'm in love with you,

and I only realized it when I lost you,
when it was too late.

I'm sorry, from the bottom of my heart,
and I get it.

I get that you don't trust me.
I was never taught to trust.

But the only person who taught me
there was good in life was you.

And I thank you for that.

This is me.