03x06 - Episode 6

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-She's so cute!
-Coochie-coochie-coo.

Betty, don't bother the boy!

BACHELORETTE PARTY

MARITAL STATUS
DIVORCED

CURRICULUM VITAE

Look at her.

Step aside, move!

Come on, girls! Come on!

Excuse me.

BETTY LA FEA, THE STORY CONTINUES

-Please, leave.
-Mom, just listen to him.

I'm only asking you to listen to him.

I really think he might be
the solution for Ecomoda.

What? Stop it, child!

A salvation for Ecomoda? Román Duarte?

-The neighborhood gangster?
-I'm not a gangster, Nicolás.

I'm a very different person
than the one you knew 20 years ago.

-And I want to prove it.
-This visit… is totally inappropriate.

Just hear him out. That's all.

Mila, how could you bring him here
without asking me first?

Are you going to believe a stranger?

"Without asking"?
I called you 400,000 times, Mom.

-Camila…
-All day long.

-I was busy.
-Camila…

-I'm saying he can help.
-Camila…

That's why!

-Camila?
-What?

Don't argue with your mom because of me.

Wait, I don't understand.

Are you the savior of the crisis
or the one who causes it?

Look at what you've done to Beatriz.

Hey, Nicolás,
why does Betty hate him so much?

Wait. Look…

There are some jobs you never forget,
right, Román Duarte?

Relax, I'm not getting mixed up with you.

Relax? Nobody can relax with you around!

Take out what you have
in that little purse. Is that a fretsaw?

If you're still the same old idiot,
that's your problem.

-Okay, enough!
-Go help!

Everyone calm down!

Of course!

I remember now.

Román… Duarte.

Leave us alone, Román!

Betty, how did you get this man?

And you really think she's… nice?

With the same old haircut!

Oh, he can kick!

-Go, Román!
-Mr. Armando!

You will respect her!

Román Duarte has just come from the past.

The past.

Do you remember
that someone was coming from the past?

-The gentleman was just leaving.
-No. Dad!

This gentleman came here
to help us save Ecomoda.

One moment, okay?

I see two Bettys, okay?

To the Betty from the past, I want to say
I'm sorry for the trauma I caused.

To the one in the present,
I offer my help.

I know I can help with your problem.

Not seeing you would help me a lot.

Betty, I've changed,
but I'm not just about talk,

I'm about action. Let me prove it.

What's all this about?

I'm a marketing professional
and a crisis management expert.

The best you can get.

Well, everyone here
is a crisis management expert.

Very professional. The best.

And this is just one more crisis.
Please, get out of here.

Resentment is not a good adviser,
for instance.

I'm not resentful.

-I just have a good memory.
-Bravo!

A good leader lets the past go
and uses what they've learned.

That's what you have to do.

If you felt even a little shame,
you wouldn't show your face here.

I do feel shame.

But I have dignity too.

I came here
to tell you I'm sorry, Beatriz.

But I'm not going to beg.

You heard Betty.

She doesn't want you here.

-The exit is that way, Mr. Duarte.
-Yes.

-Excuse me. And I'm sorry.
-This way, please.

Please check your phones.

Make sure nothing's missing.

-Okay, okay.
-Okay!

Okay, what?

It's good that we're having this rehearsal

to attack the devilish Ángel.

Why?

Okay, enough!

Everyone back to work!

Everyone,

get back to work, please.

Marce, will you talk to my mom?
Please, help me.

Sweetheart, don't ask me to do that.

To be honest, right now,
I don't feel like standing up for men.

Okay, Ms. Marcela, we still have
to go over points two, three and four.

You left me on my own back there,
talking to myself.

-We have a lot to resolve.
-You're absolutely right.

Excuse me. Let's go.

Ms. Marcela, we have an emergency.

-It's extremely urgent.
-It's about him!

-To my office.
-Yes, ma'am.

TODAY

THE FOOL

I don't get it.
Mila knows what I went through.

Why didn't she ask first?

How could she give me
such an unpleasant surprise?

Betty, you know she is not always so…

aware of things sometimes.

I am so sorry,
and I completely understand…

what's going on in your head right now.
I'm sorry.

But I also know it's a tough time.
I noticed you got so angry.

So hot-tempered. So…

We need to calm down. I know
it's absurd coming from me, but it's true.

This is why I needed the herbs
that you stole from me in New York.

I didn't steal them. I used them.

Exactly my point. You stole them.

I told you they'd be here.

Okay, my dear people.

Please, excuse me for being so insistent.

But the lawsuit against Ecomoda
is very serious.

And you're focusing on several things,

but not the important one,
which is today's confrontation.

-Yes.
-Okay, I'm ready for the confrontation.

And any screaming, if necessary.

Because Hugo Lombardi
won't let Exiliatus caelis beat him.

Who?

None other than Lucifer.

Oh, Ángel.

Oh, Ángel! I feel bad.

I'm dying. Where can I drop dead?
Here? Should I do it here?

-In the name of ULTRAJES.
-What?

Union of Retired Free Workers of Ecomoda.

I don't want to see you again. Outside.

Let's go.

Let's go outside.

-Wait.
-No! Stop it!

Román, just a minute.

-You have the face of a convict.
-So what?

-What happened?
-What? Tell me.

At least you're already known in prison.

Let's all calm down!

Camila, relax.

I thank you for trying to let me see
your mom, but it was a no go.

Román, I could always talk to her again…

I can defend myself.

So, this is Estefanía, Pascual's ex-wife?

That potato seller took you for a fool.

What? It doesn't take much
to figure that out.

Are you gonna start with that again?

You're beautiful, astonishing,
classy, preserved in formaldehyde.

That's you, Marce.

On the other hand,
Estefanía is so wishy-washy.

Hey, fake blonde,
did you get all that info

because you studied finance
for six semesters at San Marino?

Or does it come naturally to you,
just like your hair color?

It was eight semesters!

You wretch!

-Let me tell you, girls.
-What?

This would be a wonderful topic
for our podcast.

Which one? The wretched man?

Oh, God.

This is the pre-trial stage.

Perfect, Mr. Torres.

Our client is perfectly clear on this.

You don't say?

My client is also perfectly clear on this.

Sometimes, we use this space and time

to reach an agreement between the parties.

What kind of an agreement?

To withdraw the mutual lawsuits,

to reconcile, to reach an agreement
regarding sales

and rights to the Tribute collection.

Wait, you know, one of my parts…

my private parts, to be more precise,

as the victim,

completely refuses to reach an agreement…

with traitors.

-Hugo, relax.
-Hugo, don't worry.

Let's not make a big deal out of this.

Eventually, we'll be able to easily prove

that you were robbed
of the design sketches.

-Of course.
-No, my love.

Hugo hasn't been robbed.
It was exactly the opposite.

I don't need to rob anyone of anything.

I am Hugo Lombardi, artist.

Which Mr. Pulido here,

because I know him, is not.

He couldn't even design a rag.

Well, the evidence says otherwise.

Oh, the arrogance of this witch!

Please, take it down a notch.

Yes, let's not get carried away.
Why would we do that?

Okay. Everything's under control.

-Continue.
-Excuse me.

Does Mr. Pulido have anything to say?

I'm sorry, ma'am.

My client will only speak
through his lawyer.

Probably for the best, because he might
be cute, but there's no one as dumb…

Hey.

Okay, as I see you're not interested
in reconciliation,

this Arbitration Court
will now compare the accounts.

Betty, stop texting.
Ecomoda's fate is on the line.

What does that mean?

I want the two designers
to draw here and now

three of the main dresses
of the Tribute collection.

Perfect.

I mean, to draw
like they're in kindergarten?

This is going to be
a piece of cake for Hugo.

Go ahead, let's win.

This is over, sir. It's over.

The Club's Special!

Thank you, everyone,
for your continued support.

And today's topic, from love to hate,
there are potato wedges,

diced potatoes, potato omelet,
any type of potato.

Okay, friends, we're here

with a very special guest, Ms. Marcela.

Ma'am, it's a pleasure for us
to have you on our podcast.

-Welcome.
-Welcome.

-Bravo!
-Bravo!

Thank you so much. To be honest,

I don't usually open up
about my private life,

but there's this person,
and they took photos and…

posted them on social media,
so it's therapeutic

to unmask the liar and cheater.

Ms. Marcela,
without giving too many details,

why don't you tell us your story?

My story is about any dreamer

who believes in love and the word of a guy

who ends up being an idiot,
a scoundrel, a cruel man…

a bad, bad…

I was standing here, listening to you.

Pati, Ms. Marcela is a high-profile guest

because she's a true Valencia.

And that guy is a true traitor.

-Who called you?
-Who invited you two?

-Interrupting.
-Excuse me?

First of all, this is Ecomoda's kitchen.

So?

Second of all, I have to be here,

because I'm one
of the main characters in this story.

What?

I was there, so I should participate.

Really, fake blonde?
You want to participate?

That's right.

-Participate by bringing us coffee.
-Shut up, Ms. Breasts.

-"Ms. Breasts."
-Okay, enough.

-I propose a truce. Okay?
-Let's see.

-Because even if these shows are awful…
-What?

…they reach a lot of people,
many places, everywhere.

And I hope that somewhere,
on some cruise ship,

Mr. Pascual Pabón, AKA Rotten Potato,
is listening.

-Look at her. She's so shameless.
-What are you doing?

You pathetic liar! Marcela is not alone.

Period.

-What's that?
-What should we do?

Look at him!

Enough!

-Have some respect.
-What do we do?

We'll be right back.
We're taking a short break.

We'll be back with you in a minute.

We'll be back with you in a minute.

Yes, right.

Done.

Hey, Hugo…

-Here it is, sir.
-Hugo, what did you do? Show us.

Please, compare it to the collection.

My client has drawn three designs
in a genuine and spectacular way.

He didn't draw a single pocket
or a buttonhole… Nothing.

I'm shocked too, sir.

-Mr. Hugo, what's wrong with you?
-What happened?

-I have no memories of the collection.
-Not one.

Are you okay, Hugo?

Very suspicious, Hugo Lombardi
not remembering his own alleged designs.

Weird, right?

Excuse me, Mr. Torres.

Mr. Hugo Lombardi
is going to need more time.

Well, this will play a big part
in the judge's decision.

Decision?

Hugo, what are you going to do?

Hugo! What are you doing?

I'll show you a decision.

-No!
-Lombardi!

Please! Hey, are you okay?

No! I demand respect
for this Arbitration Court!

The wheels came off.

Why are you in the middle? You're small.

"Ecomoda has devalued
by 50% in recent weeks."

"A bigger collapse is expected."

These projections don't lie.

If you're so good with projections,

why don't you use projections
to provide for your daughter?

The projections say
mom and dad each pay half.

Girls, this magazine doesn't lie.
It's very influential.

I subscribe. I read it, that's how I know.

Oh, Ms. Little Capitalist is talking.

She's a bourgeois subscriber now.

-Little is your… mind.
-Ms. Marcela.

-Where is she?
-What happened?

Mr. Potato Seller is calling from Europe.

Yes! The call was forwarded
to Mr. Nicolás's office.

-Where is she?
-Mayday, mayday!

This is a real emergency.
We must do patriarchal justice.

-Let's go.
-Excuse me.

We're calling for calm.

Please, allow me.
Forgive me, but excuse me.

-I'll talk to him.
-Don't!

I need to ask him something about Europe
for my next bachelor apartment.

An existential dramatic bachelor.

As the maid of honor
of the marriage that didn't happen,

I will be the one talking to that wretch.

No!

The fake blonde is wearing a girdle!

Let me go!

Let me go!

Hello, Pascual?
This is Patricia Fernández.

Patricita, it's so nice
to hear your voice.

I'm so glad I could reach you.

There's no phone signal here.

Can you believe that?
I couldn't remember my contacts.

Fortunately, I was able to call Ecomoda.

Do me a favor, gorgeous,
give the phone to Marcelita.

You're never going to see her again.

Don't be so shameless!

Why are you being like this?
Show some respect, fake blonde.

Maybe because you stood her up,

all dressed up at the notary's office?

And walls have ears and eyes.

Even if they're cruise ship walls.

How could you do that to Marce?

That's why I need to talk to her.

I need to explain what's going on.
Give her the phone.

I'm not taking orders
from some cheap potato seller…

-Yes!
-…who stood up

the best woman he could ever find

only to go back to Estefanía.

Show some respect
and tell me what's going on.

What are you saying?

Everyone knows you're on a super-fancy,

elegant honeymoon cruise.

Which Nicolás has never taken me on.

Well, I'm very busy, my love.

And I take our expenses into account.

Stupid untamed, savage capitalism.

You're the savage one!

As Marcela Valencia's best friend,

I demand that you leave her alone,
you wretch!

What?

And that's how you treat…

What's with the faces?

Did you not like the scolding I gave him?

Ms. Patricia Fernández, let me tell you
you shouldn't talk like that to a partner.

You're so stressful.

You can't even touch him with potato peel.

Go figure.

Fake blonde, you messed up as usual!

Your job is in danger!

It's your own fault
you're going to get fired.

Wait… No!

Don't tell Marce a single word about this!

And you're not allowed
to talk about it on your podcast!

Nicolás! What have I done?

You nailed it.

First of all, Betty, I want to thank you
for giving me a hand.

Second, for bringing me to your home,
and to be honest, let me tell you,

This isn't what I thought
the Bettycave would look like.

But this is awesome.

Go ahead. you first.

Nice view.

Thanks.

Hugo, I don't know how to say this,
but honestly,

I just can't believe it.

This is very strange.

I've known you for over 25 years,

I've seen you create designs…

all of Ecomoda's collections,

and this is… unbelievable, to be honest.

That you would forget

how to draw your own creations?

I can't wrap my head around it.

Something smells fishy here.

Armando, I already told you.

-Not personal, but I don't believe you.
-I told you.

I was in shock.

As soon as I saw Ángel, I went blank.

You've never experienced that, Armando?

Have you never been shocked
by the sight of the woman you love?

Armando…

I need you to understand something.

I am an artist.

I can't create just anywhere,
much less in a crazy place like a hearing.

Especially, the way they made me sit there
like I was being accused of a crime.

Everybody staring at me, pressuring me,
"Come on, draw, draw." No!

I am an artist,

and creation is an intimate act.

I can only create in my workshop
or… in the shower.

Betty, I need you to…

You and I go back over 20 years.

I need you
to keep believing in my word, Betty.

Of course, Hugo. I understand.

But regardless of what
Armando and I think,

the most important thing
that worries me here

is that the other party
has a big advantage right now.

You made a big mistake
when you hit that guy.

-That's the truth.
-Yes.

I know.

Why don't we relax and have a drink?

-The usual for me, please.
-Whiskey. Double. Big. Strong.

-Understand me.
-I have a plan.

-I don't want any more plans.
-A plan. Listen.

I'm not telling Betty
because she'll reject it.

-It's even worse to leave her in the dark.
-As we know…

Ángel is a person with bad taste…

-Why is that relevant?
-He likes you.

So, we're going to use that.

-"We"? Plural?
-You and I.

-Exactly.
-I'm not on your team.

We'll work as a team.

-I won't do it.
-It's what we need.

We need someone. And who's that someone?

-I know where this is going.
-That angel is you.

I'm no angel, and I won't do it.

-Yes. You have to seduce Ángel.
-No!

Armando, you must do this
for the future of Ecomoda.

This has nothing to do with being
a straight macho man, or whatever.

We're talking about
the future of your company, Armando.

Roberto's company.

Let's see…

So, what do we have to do?

Macho, macho man…

Ángel likes the physical, so…

Thank you, Torres…

for standing on the side of justice.

The best of all sides.

I must say I feel much calmer now.

And to be honest,
your strategy involving sketches…

amazing.

I was the best at designing strategies.

And it was perfect that Hugo
couldn't perform outside his workshop.

Because there's no better place
to lose creativity than a courtroom.

I told you, my brave man,
that everything was going to be okay.

This lawsuit can't lose.

Nice!

This is for you.

This is for you.

And this is for me.

Hello. I'm checking out. Room 808.

-Of course.
-Thank you.

Camila, what are you doing here?

Could I have a second?

Sure.

Okay. First of all, I'm here

to apologize for the drama at Ecomoda.

I didn't know that was going to happen.

And I'm partly responsible
because I took you there.

So, I'm sorry.

And second?

And second,
I don't think you should leave.

Why not?

It's that… Well…

Because you're an expert,
and it'd be a waste to let go

of a man like you…
because of your crisis management…

And especially, today,
after I saw what happened,

I feel like you have
a lot of unfinished business here.

With my mom.

-Sir?
-Yes?

You have an bill for 48 bottles of water.

Coming.

No one can find out about this plan.

Not Betty, not Mila,
not anyone in the company.

Are we on the same page? Everything
will be done behind everyone's back.

-Especially behind yours.
-That's awful.

-You can tell Ángel is a top, right?
-Always on top,

on the side, and on the bottom.

My beautiful Ángel.

Okay, enough. Let's go.
Our first exercise.

Well, Freddy, I need you to be Ángel.

Go, lift weights.

He does it like this.
One, two, one, two. There you go.

And Armando gets to the gym,
he walks behind him,

subtly, smelling, marking his territory.

So, Armando, you lift one of the weights,

and do squats. One, two.

Hugo, that's not a real exercise.
Curls with squats?

Okay. So, if you know so much, you do it.

-I do know! I go to the gym.
-Show us.

It's very easy.

You stand firmly, spread your legs,
stick your butt out, squeeze, and squat.

One, two…

-Girls, look who's here!
-Who?

-Who is it?
-There!

Hello!

-What is it?
-What is it?

He's here.

-Who's here?
-Careful!

Don't push, man.

Finally, a man my height at Ecomoda.

Height, elegance, size,
attention to detail.

-How are you, Mr. Michel?
-Please, no need to call me "Mister."

I'm very happy to see you again.

The pleasure is ours.

My God! What a handsome daddy!

-Aura María!
-Okay!

Michel, would you like something to drink?

No, I'm good.

I love your podcast.

-It's terrific.
-Really?

You make me laugh.

And it's my connection with Colombia.

-I've listened to every episode.
-So cute!

So cool!

You're welcome to our table
whenever you want.

Girls, has anyone seen my…

Michel!

I didn't want to spoil the surprise,
that's why I didn't tell you.

But… here I am.

What a lovely gesture.

It's so good to see you.

Those are the words I wanted to hear.

So romantic.

The elegance of Paris.

Oh, no. What happened before
is child's play

compared to this French Revolution.

France, Notre-Dame.

It all reminds me of Mephistopheles.

We were there.

Quasimodo.

I just forgot to adjust
the light bulb in the entry.

Careful. Can you see?

Thank you so much for having me.

Careful.

But you know what? I'm still thinking

that we might be more comfortable
at a hotel.

"We" might? Oh, you're inviting me?

No!

No, sorry.

You know I tend
to make mistakes in your language.

But if you want to…

Michel, I have two bedrooms here.

We'll be very comfortable.

Welcome to my divorcee house.

It's very, very, very, very nice.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Okay, tell me,

what are we toasting?

What if we toast to a divorcee

who didn't get to marry again,
for instance?

Damn, cheers.

Thank you, madam.

What are we toasting?

To our past in Cartagena?

Or the present in New York?

Or to the future here in Bogotá?

Cheers.

What could happen in the future?

That's up to you, Betty.

I just know that I came here
to make up for lost time.

Time never comes back.

I still remember when we were
growing up together, when your dad…

and my dad founded this company.

Yes, I remember too.

What do you remember?

I remember when…

when you promised me in front of everyone

that you would marry me in September.

But what I didn't know was of which year.

God…

Let's just say that our story has been…
How do I put this? Kind of crazy.

Well, this story should be called,
"Gone With the Time."

I came so we…

could restart the story
of what couldn't be in the past.

-What's wrong, Betty?
-Nothing's wrong.

Have a good night.

Betty!

Betty.

And I still think the present
and the future could be with you.

The future does not exist.

If you notice,
people come and go at Ecomoda,

but in the end…

it's always just you and me.

Right, but why are you saying this?

Because it's true.

You are the last Mendoza,
and I'm the last Valencia.

The end of the lineage.

The end of the lineage.

Well, there's still my sister,
María Camila, in Switzerland.

Oh, of course.

And María Beatriz, Ignacio…

But they don't count.

We're the only ones who ever cared
about this company.

-It's like fate is determined to…
-Bring us together.

-Together?
-Together.

You…

and me.

-Who would have…
-Thought?

ON THE NEXT EPISODE

It's the only way to get Ecomoda back.

There's like…
something different in the air today.

-For the president of this company.
-Thank you.

Now what's going on with this Frenchman?

Just what we needed!

Mom…

you're not a woman who makes
impulsive decisions.

Calm down! Shut up!

BETTY LA FEA, THE STORY CONTINUES