01x05 - Tu cárcel

[bunniefuu]

Betty. Betty, Betty.

-Come on. I came to take you. Let's go.
-Let's go.

I know that this is very complicated,

and that it will get worse,
but you're a strong woman.

I know it.

You can get through anything,
Beatriz Pinzón Solano.

-Right?
-I don't know.

Yes.

Okay. And, since you
have the divorce thing,

you don't need a conjugal visit.

SUPERVISOR

Come in, Mr. President.

Armando.

When you put on your striped pajamas,
you'll look spectacular.

Sure, since it has
black and white stripes,

it'll match the gray in your hair.

The gray afternoon
Your wings without feathers

The cruel rain

Your soaking head

Things will get real hard, Armando.

So I recommend you protect
your pockets during the day,

and your family jewels during the night.

You made a mistake, sparrow

Well done. Damn it.
Make him pay for his misdemeanors.

Make him answer for all the wrong
he did to those poor people,

to the company he stole from.

I do want to see him, but far away
from my daughter and my granddaughter.

How can somebody disappoint everyone?

What a shame, Armando,
for Ecomoda, but mainly for Mila.

How disappointing it is
that you're my dad.

You're no longer my Armandaddy.

I'm sorry. Excuse me.
But this is an outrage.

We can't tolerate this in Ecomoda.

This has never happened before.

So, making use
of my new authority in this company,

we have to call
for an emergency meeting right away.

-Sure, okay.
-Hey, hey, Freddy.

Lower your voice. This isn't a funfair.

What are you thinking?

Besides, you were just promoted

barely one inch in the food chain, Freddy.

You need more power
to call a meeting like this.

So lower your voice.

No, Fake Blonde, I can't believe it.

Are you defending your friends?

Why aren't you defending Mr. Armando?

I will never defend anyone
who has been arrested,

because they're always hiding something.

Allow me to correct you with vigor,
Pachito's Patrichita.

Armando wasn't arrested.
Armando turned himself in,

and that makes the difference
for him to get a reduced sentence.

I don't get it. If this is
an Ecomoda meeting,

Beatriz, what are
these two gentlemen doing here?

As I already explained,
Nicolás Mora is the presidential advisor,

and Mr. Esteban Ruiz is
Ecomoda's new lawyer.

What happened to María José Arriaga?

She quit.

And it was for the best.

A person who helps hide dirty secrets

and who has hidden intentions
can't have my trust.

Okay, but what did Armando do
to end up in jail?

The charge he's being accused of
is called unfair administration

due to administrative mismanagement.

How long have you known about this?

Since the fashion show.

He told me everything himself.

Betty la fea, the story continues

{\an8}Look, no one goes to jail
for being a good person. Forget it.

{\an8}What about Mario Calderón?

{\an8}Mario Calderón hasn't turned up.

{\an8}He hasn't shown his face.
He's probably involved.

{\an8}I completely agree with you on that,
Pachito's Patrichita.

{\an8}Yes, I'll be alone at the office now,

{\an8}but believe me, I don't make fun
of the misfortunes of others.

{\an8}But if Armando is in jail,

{\an8}that's because of Mr. Calderón's doing.

{\an8}Gray hair doesn't just appear.

{\an8}If the Spanish have Calderón de la Barca,

{\an8}we have Calderón the Corrupt.

{\an8}Can you repeat that, Freddy?

{\an8}That Calderón guy, the politician
who got caught two nights ago.

{\an8}I think he's terrible.

{\an8}Colleague, since you suddenly appeared,

{\an8}we'd like to ask you a question,
esteemed colleague.

{\an8}Why did the authorities arrest Armando,
given he's so competent

{\an8}and the authorities are incompetent?

{\an8}-Look, Freddy.
-Yes.

{\an8}I don't come in here to gossip,
chat or make friends.

{\an8}I come to work, so excuse me.

{\an8}-See?
-Yes.

{\an8}-I told you.
-It's clear.

{\an8}-He's hiding something.
-He didn't say anything.

{\an8}So, everyone knows everything,
and no one says anything.

{\an8}How disrespectful
to the shareholders and the board.

{\an8}Armando does whatever he wants
behind our backs.

{\an8}-It's...
-Excuse me.

{\an8}Can you please explain

{\an8}why I found out in the hallway
that my dad is in jail?

-We'll talk later.
-No, ma'am.

At least have the decency
to look me in the eye

and explain how you let them
put my dad in that hole

and you didn't do anything.

Mila, he turned himself in.

What?

And what did he do?

That's what I want to know,
but the president isn't being clear.

Voicemail system. Leave your message.

"Voicemail system.
You will be charged from now on."

Freddy, the older you get,
the dumber, right?

Did you think they'd let Armando
have his cell phone in jail?

My dear Patrichita, you clearly don't know
our country's legal system.

People of noble birth, in our jails,

they're allowed up to three cell phones.

Poor guy, anyway.

Whatever it may be,
we have to organize ourselves

because we have to go visit him.

We have to take him food,
because their food must be awful.

Yes, as they say,

"In jail is where you know
your true friends."

Yes, we have to be thankful,

and we have a lot
to thank Mr. Armando for.

Why should we thank that criminal?

When you find out about
the fraud Armando committed,

you'll stop having
those innocent puppy eyes.

Excuse me.

Mr. Hugo, they're in a private meeting.

Private?

They're going to be deprived
once I start talking.

The situation is very complicated.

We have to handle it with care.

-Yes, but how long? Because...
-Hello, hello.

It's nice you're all here,
so you can all explain

how you're going to pay
my social benefits.

And let me tell you right now

that I won't allow my future to be at risk

because of that white-collar thief,
Armando Mendoza.

I don't understand. How come?

Did Armando stick his hands
in the employee benefits?

You knew that and didn't do anything?

-What?
-What?

I have to turn it on.

Why don't you let me...

Betty, I told you,

either you put this company in order,

or it will start falling apart.

I was waiting for Armando to solve this,

but after he told me everything,

I realized how serious this problem was.

So you knew. You're an accomplice.

No, wait a minute. Betty just found out.

That's one of the reasons
why she called for this meeting.

You should be in jail too, Beatriz.

-Marge.
-What do you mean?

Don't tell me the yelling ogre...

-No, she's crazy.
-...is behind bars.

This got interesting.

Yes, unfairly.

I hope, from the bottom of my heart,
that someone does something

so my dad can get out of jail today.

It seems like I'm the only one
who realizes the danger

my dad is in.

My dad could be getting abused right now.

-That's true. It's how it is.
-God willing.

-Armando will be fine.
-How do you know that?

You put my brother in that jail,
and he got k*lled, remember?

Oh, Marge.

I won't let Armando get away with it,

because I know him.

Not even in jail will he be done paying
for all the harm he's done to us.

You'll pay my benefits.

I won't allow that, in the future,

I end up in the filthy street

because of Armando's misdeeds.

Careful, Lombardi. Don't mess with my dad.

Please, let's all calm down.

I won't calm down, pretty boy.

Thankfully, Betty's lawyer is calm.

Yes, he's great for her.

-For whom?
-For the board room.

You, beautiful fool,

do something or say something.

Don't sit there
like one of my workshop mannequins.

Do you know what, Lombardi?

Talking and making a show
about everything is your style.

Mine's working quietly,
like you say, as a mannequin.

Besides, I just arrived at this company.

But you've been an obstacle
for many years now.

Have you had the pleasure of knowing me?

No, you don't have to be a genius
to see you don't have a place here.

Okay, okay, man.

I won't waste my time
with a has-been designer.

So, excuse me.

This as*h*le doesn't know
who he's messing with.

Please, have some respect.

My contact lenses...

Careful, sir. I dropped them.

-Careful. Thanks.
-The ribbon.

-Because...
-Yes, I handed them over.

The important thing here
is my Armandaddy, right?

I'm calm, anyway,

because I know once the bail is paid,
he'll be able to get out.

-That's a thing, right?
-No, no.

We can't talk about bail, actually.

The good thing is that
Armando turned himself in.

Great. Perfect.

So, what are we waiting for?

Mils, understand, your dad is
where he deserves to be.

Right now, Ecomoda can't pay his bail.

First, they have to pay all the employees.

Because I'll tell you something.

I have close friends,
really close friends...

Stop, Hugo. Enough information. We don't
have to know about your private life.

Lawyers, Nicolás.

If there's someone efficient
in this life, it's a g*y lawyer.

So if you don't pay me, I'll snap

and I'll tell my friends to sue Ecomoda,

leaving you all on the streets.

Hugo's right.

Ecomoda's benefits are up in the air.

What is he saying? I want to...

-Everyone's benefits are in danger.
-What?

-What?
-Oh, Freddy.

That's why my priority is
to answer to our employees,

to give them peace.

-Excuse me, Beatriz?
-Freddy, get up.

So, your priority is
to help Ecomoda's employees

before helping my dad?

I have always helped your dad.

There are things you don't know, Mila.

How's that balance sheet going, Beatriz?

Beatriz, swear to me,
on everything that's holy,

that you'll give me
a cleaned-up balance sheet.

I need you to swear.

Okay. Perfect.

So I want to make it clear to everyone
that if something happens to my dad,

it'll be your fault.

Mr. Calderón is guiltier
than you and me combined.

Gutiérrez, please, man.

We need Calderón in Ecomoda, not in here.

He's no use to us in jail.

You have to understand something.
You shouldn't think about yourself.

You should think about us,
about what you've done.

Take responsibility for your faults,
for your sins,

like I'm doing, showing my face in jail.

Yes, Mr. President,
and I appreciate that very much,

but why didn't you save me?

Well, because, Gutiérrez, man,
you're very involved.

You moved documents,
saw things, you know everything.

Besides, man, with your record...

What record?

Stop.

Don't break, you coward.

I need you to be strong
here in jail, Gutiérrez.

-I need you to be solid.
-Yes, sir.

-I need you to be brave, Gutiérrez.
-Yes, sir.

I swear to you, Gutiérrez,
that I'll get you out of here, okay?

Let's hope...

Let's hope, Mr. President,

that we don't have to leave in a bag,

like Mr. Valencia.

That won't happen,
but you have to trust me.

I'm the only friend
you have in jail, okay?

I found him running away.

-I'll leave him with you.
-Don't be ridiculous, Nicolás.

I wasn't running away. I was...

What? Preparing your defense?

-Well...
-Say it.

Look, Betty, you know perfectly well
how things happened.

{\an8}I stopped meeting Armando for many years.

{\an8}In fact, you didn't invite me
to your wedding, right?

Anyway, I came back
on your daughter's birthday, remember?

I saw you two.

But Armando and I grew apart.

He wouldn't trust me
with his stuff anymore.

Now, if you don't believe me,

why don't you pay him a visit
and ask him in person?

Unbelievable.
You're still as shameless as ever.

If there's anyone to blame
for all of Ecomoda's problems,

it's you and your absurd ideas.

Betty, Armando is not an angel.

Armando is responsible,

{\an8}but you have been disloyal and a liar.

{\an8}And he went and turned himself in, Jeff.

{\an8}Voluntarily.

{\an8}And my mom doesn't give a damn
about what happens to him.

No, and I'm sure

that none of them thought
about what's important. Me.

My queen,
whenever I feel that way, I design.

Transform that energy into art.
Let's design.

Or what?

Come on. I want to see you happy.
I want to see you full of light.

I want to see the usual Mila.

Look, I was grabbing these designs

because I want us to get
some measurements to make this pattern.

Do you like it?

-Yes.
-Let's do it.

-You're so right.
-Yes.

-Okay.
-Let's see...

{\an8}Can my computer connect
with a cable to your Aída?

{\an8}-Just turn that Bluetooth on.
-Okay, it's on.

{\an8}JEFF'S COMPUTER CAMERA

Jeff, how are you always in a good mood?

My queen, you learn the hard way.

You learn to not beat yourself up
for nothing, to not get mad,

because we came to this world to be happy.

Right?

{\an8}HUGO'S WORKSHOP

{\an8}Ready to pair.

Hon...

Well, okay.

-Be careful.
-Damn.

Successful pairing with external device.

What?

{\an8}Move.

{\an8}JEFF'S COMPUTER CAMERA

{\an8}Well, what kind of sorcery is this?

Wow.

Aída is Chucky's girlfriend.

Come on, Jeff.

My name is Aída,

{\an8}and my only commitment is
to my final user, Mila.

{\an8}Hon, pay attention.

{\an8}Identify which device you connected to.

{\an8}I can't identify it,

but it could be camfecting,

a term meaning the kidnapping of a webcam

in a user's device.

{\an8}Come...

{\an8}Turn it off. Disconnect it.

Disconnect...

sh*t.

I know some of you
are waiting for my results,

so I have news,
and it's not good at all, people.

Apparently, we're being
spied on in Ecomoda.

-Can you believe it?
-What?

-How come?
-That's the last straw.

-Really, Ignacio?
-Yes, Marcela.

How come? This is terrible.

Okay, the engineer

will explain
exactly what is happening. Please.

Well, if I may,

we've been checking Ecomoda's
entire operating system,

and analyzing the digital system.

Computers, laptops and security cameras
have been hacked.

That means each one of you
has been bugged.

-No.
-How come?

-No way.
-How about that?

No. Ignacio, how careless of you,

because my Aída already informed me

that Jeff's computer had been hacked.

What they call camfecting.

Screwed is what we are,

because we're not only unprotected,
without benefits,

and now we're being spied on?

Calm down, Huguito, calm down.

If Ignacio realized all this,

that means he's surely
changing everything, right?

Especially that.

Of course, Patricia.

This can't keep happening
in this company, people.

-No, no.
-That means that someone

has been getting access
to confidential information all this time.

Do you understand how serious that is?

-Very serious. Very serious.
-Wait a minute.

"All this time." Since when?

Mr. Engineer, if I got this right,

that means there's a file where everything
has been recorded? Everything?

{\an8}RECEPTION, SECOND FLOOR

{\an8}HUGO'S WORKSHOP

{\an8}PATRICIA'S OFFICE

{\an8}RECEPTION, SECOND FLOOR

{\an8}BERTHA'S COMPUTER CAMERA

{\an8}HUGO'S WORKSHOP

{\an8}No, what are we doing?

{\an8}But why not?

{\an8}RECEPTION, SECOND FLOOR

{\an8}BERTHA'S COMPUTER CAMERA

{\an8}RECEPTION, SECOND FLOOR

The important thing here is
we have to find out who's spying on us.

Okay, who would benefit from all this?

Well, who else, silly boy? Armando.

-Don't you see it's convenient for him...
-My dad?

to keep an eye on us

so we don't find out about his misdeeds?

No, sir.

You don't have the right
to make an accusation without evidence.

Besides, Lombardi,
that's not Armando's modus operandi.

He'd be incapable of that.

Incapable? He'd be incapable?

He is incapable. Financially incapable.

I agree with my colleague
and friend Mr. Mario.

Armando is not like that.

Or maybe there's a friend around,
I don't know, dying his gray hair

and stabbing him in the back.

No, but what is this?

The witch hunt has been unleashed.

Hey, Freddy Stewart,
stop being such a kiss-a*s.

Excuse me?

Can't you see you're just Armando's pet?

No, have some respect.

And a pet without benefits.

And you defend him?

Look, Hugo Lombardi,
stop being so disrespectful,

because my Armandaddy is innocent.

-So innocent.
-Right? Right, Beatriz?

Look, Mils,
your dad turned himself in, okay?

Betty, Betty, look. If you want,
I'll bring something to eat.

-Want anything?
-No, I don't want anything, Nicolás.

The only thing I want is this to be a lie.

Yes, it's just that...

This is absurd.
It's complicated, it's absurd.

What are we going to do?

I can't believe this is happening...

I have always stood up for Armando,
and you know it,

but this computer hacking thing
is on another level of audacity.

We still don't know if he's guilty.

What more proof do you need, Beatriz?

And before you think about
another big-hearted gesture,

and considering Nicolás is here,

I want to warn you

that Ecomoda will not pay for that bail.

Don't worry, Marcela.

Even if we wanted to,
you know perfectly well

that the company has no money
to pay for bail or anything.

Okay, perfect.

But you won't take a debt in the name
of the company to pay for bail.

Besides, like you,
your VP of Finance Armando

always gets away with it.

This lady, Cruella Marcela, is right.

Armando always lands on his feet.

Besides, having you as his floor,
how could he not?

f*ck. She k*lled herself. No.

Help! Help!

-Ma'am, ma'am, are you okay?
-Freddy.

Yes. Don't worry, Freddy.
It was a slip. Anyone can slip.

Sure, I understand
that Ecomoda's situation is serious,

but it's not so bad for you
to k*ll yourself that way.

Are you drinking here?

No, no, no. Simply,
as I saw you fall down, I said,

"I'll pour some antiseptic alcohol
on her feet."

No, don't worry. Thanks.
Thank you, Freddy.

-Perfect.
-Okay, good night.

And what were you doing here?

No, I was looking to see if Mila was here.

Okay. See you tomorrow, Freddy.

I will do one last round and let you know.

Okay. Be careful. Thanks.

I still don't understand

why you don't want to be
Ecomoda's president.

This is the time.

Beatriz named that man as VP of Finance,

a man who was capable
of robbing his own employees.

Yes, I know, Marce. It's terrible,
but we have to be more strategic.

And no, I don't think it's the moment,

because if the mountain is getting closer,
it means it's collapsing. Get it?

-And when is the moment?
-Well...

When Beatriz and Armando bankrupt Ecomoda?

When there's no longer a company?
It'll be useless to me.

Okay, let me explain.

Armando has just told
the DA everything, right?

That means the authorities
will be around Ecomoda for a while,

and we don't want to be
in the eye of the storm, Marce.

We have to wait a little bit longer, okay?

Look...

Do you trust me?

Absolutely.

Then let me handle this
with a level head, okay?

Don't worry.

Patience is the companion of wisdom.

Do you know
what I like the most about you?

That you know how to listen to a man.

My dear and curvy confidant,

I'm here again to tell you things.

We will lose our social benefits,

the severance pay, the retirement pension,

my bonuses.

Come here.

Since you know everything,
and what you don't know, you make it up,

tell me one thing.

Do you know where my Aura María is?

I can't find Aura María
in the database. I'm sorry.

It wasn't easy to come,
but I had to do it.

Ecomoda's new lawyer has connections

and he got me an authorization
to come at this time.

New lawyer?

Ecomoda's new lawyer?

You took that guy
to work at the company, Beatriz?

Yes, I hired Esteban.

We needed a lawyer who can look out
for our employees' interests,

who can help us solve
all the legal obligations we have.

What do you think of this place?

I also have connections here, somehow,

and it was the only thing
I could get so we could meet.

Sit down and let's talk.

I'm not going to lie.

This might be the hardest time
I've had in my entire life,

but you coming here tonight,
to talk to me,

that is a comfort for me.

I didn't come to visit you, Armando.

I came because I need answers.

What else could happen, Verónica?

Tell me, Lord, what karma am I paying for?

Calm down, drama queen.

Do you have a father in jail,

who is a criminal, and your mom
isn't doing anything about it?

-No.
-No, no.

-Right?
-No, but look ahead.

Have you been stood up
like an idiot at a restaurant,

all pretty, sitting there, excited?

-No.
-No. And I didn't tell you. I didn't.

I went to Ecomoda today,
all chill, minding my own business,

-and I find he who shall not be named.
-Look ahead.

Chilling, sitting, like nothing happened.

I was, at least, hoping

that he would be a little sorry,
just a little.

-Totally.
-But no, he wasn't sorry.

-Do you know what Ignacio Ortiz lacks?
-What are you doing?

He lacks emotional responsibility.

No.

Mila, hang up.

Let me. Someone has
to put him in his place.

-No, no.
-Sure, yes.

Hello?

Hello, Ignacio. Good evening.
How are you? This won't take long.

I was simply calling to ask you,

who the f*ck do you think you are?

Do you have a girlfriend?

Mila, we're going to crash! Mila!

Mila! Mila!

Mila, stop!

f*ck.

I hacked what?

What are you talking about, Betty?

I haven't done any of that.
You have to believe me.

I've believed in you all this time,
and look where it got us.

Who's the new owner
of Ecomoda's warehouses?

I don't know. A corporation.

Like Terramoda?

Are you insinuating I created
a parallel corporation, like in the past?

No, I haven't.

I don't get it.

I can't believe you sold
the warehouses of your company

just like that, like you didn't care.

It wasn't just like that.

I don't know if you notice
where we're having this conversation.

In jail.

We're having it
because I'm taking responsibility

for all the bad things
I've done in my life.

I'm very sorry for you and Mila.
I want to fix this.

You almost k*lled us, you idiot.

-We're alive!
-We're alive!

Cheers.

Mila, can you hear me? Where are you?

-Roll down your window.
-Yes, okay.

-Good evening, ladies.
-Good evening, Officer.

May I have your car documents, please?

-Yes, of course.
-Sure, yes.

-Where are they?
-I don't know.

I see you don't have them.

Get out of the vehicle
for an inspection, please.

-What do you need to inspect?
-Martinez, inspect the car, please.

I'm fine. I'm fine, I'm fine.

-Hands in front of you.
-Be gentle.

-Spread your legs.
-No, that's my friend.

Look what I found, Sergeant.

-What a beauty.
-That's not ours.

I mean, it is technically ours,

but we weren't drinking
from that bottle just now.

{\an8}Okay, we're taking you

{\an8}to the northern Temporary Detention Unit.

-Where?
-Martinez, handcuff them.

-No. Handcuff?
-No, sir.

Allow me, please.

How's Mila?

Desperate.

The only thing she wants to do
is get you out of here.

And you?

I want what's best for her.

Even if she doesn't want
anything to do with me.

Why?

I don't know. She won't talk to me.

She's mad because she thinks

that I want to leave you here, in jail.

Betty, I know I've done terrible things.

And, believe me,
I deeply regret putting you at risk,

being so irresponsible.

Thank you for saying that.

But don't worry about me.
It doesn't matter.

It does matter. I care about you.

And I will care my whole life,

until my last day.

I shouldn't be
sitting with you on the bed,

here, talking to you,

but I don't want anything bad
to happen to you either.

Because you love me?

That's why.

You know,

if I could turn back time, I would.

I would prevent this from happening.

Believe me, me too.

You have been the best thing
that ever happened to me.

You have given me a family,
you have given everything to me.

You've looked after Ecomoda.

And I haven't been able to get over you.

I'm sorry.