01x06 - Sueño de una larga noche de verano

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What? What happened, Beatriz Aurora?

What happened?

I can't find my other shoe.

The shoe.

Careful, beautiful.
They steal everything here.

Where is it?

Your time is up, man.

Cacique, one more time. A little bit more.

Yes, yes, yes.

How embarrassing.

We're acting like teenagers
while the world falls apart outside.

Ecomoda is going bankrupt,

we have to pay
the employees their benefits.

We're full of problems.

Beatriz, please, don't worry.

When I get out of here,
I'll look for Mr. Pascual.

Who?

Mr. Pascual. Mario Calderón introduced me
to him for the warehouse deal.

Of course, Mario Calderón's contact.
Doesn't surprise me at all.

-I'm leaving.
-No.

No, Beatriz, calm down, please.

How do you manage to do things
without the guards

having an issue with your business?

Do you know why the call me Cacique?

Because I can make any Indian disappear.

Why don't you stay with me
for a while? Please?

-I'm leaving.
-Betty.

-I don't care about anything.
-Betty.

-Madam President.
-Guard.

-Beatriz Aurora.
-Guard, open the door for the lady. Open.

Thanks.

My shoe. Where's my shoe?

-Let's go.
-What's the rush?

-Why do you need to take my shoe?
-Please.

-Wait. No, no, let me go.
-What's the need?

Don't grab me like that. I'm okay.

-I'm really okay, sir.
-I can tell.

Hey, listen.

I can give you some money,
and you can buy me a shoe.

Miss, you're not leaving here tonight.

Come with me, please.

-Thanks, Mila. Excellent.
-Martinez, let's go.

Excellent acting.

-Nice play. Let's go.
-I can walk on my own.

Where's the car?

-The car. Where's the car?
-The car's in the impound lot, miss.

-Let's go.
-That's how the parking's called here?

Yes. How about that?

Curious name for a parking lot, right?

Madam President,
I've always been a big fan of yours.

Lots of admiration for you.

I celebrate your return to power,

because this world is
so much better in women's hands.

This is the moment
for women to elevate their voices.

Do you know what the thing is, Gutiérrez?

Before, men like you
wouldn't even let us speak.

Excuse me.

Is there a bed in there too?

Of course.
The package includes everything, miss.

I'm sorry you missed your flight.

What?

Your hair.

I like it this way.

Okay. I guess you also like
wearing your shirt that way too.

Don't worry about your shoe,
because if I find it,

I'll gladly leave it for you
at Ecomoda's reception.

Door.

Cacique, at your service.

-Bye.
-Goodbye, Cinderella.

Madam President.

Cacique, since you handle
all the business in here,

is there a chance I can get a smartphone?

Didn't you say you had no money?

How much are we talking about?

-Good evening.
-I'll call you back, baby. Wait, wait.

Good evening, Mrs. Patricia. Excuse me.

Mr. Pachito's daughters
left you some things.

What are my clothes doing here?

What are my things doing here?

Can you explain what's going on, Mr. Luis?

Well, Mr. Pachito's daughters
came and left instructions

that you're no longer allowed to enter,

and they changed the apartment locks.

-Right, Fabiancho?
-Yes, sir.

But why?

Jerks.

Voicemail system.
Leave a message after the beep.

So, your priority is
to help Ecomoda's employees

before helping my dad?

Perfect.

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

it'll be your fault.

I can't believe we're in jail.

You Mendozas
seem to love getting in trouble

and ending up in jail.

Have some respect for my family,
insolent girl.

Calm down or I'll calm you down.

Will you let us sleep
or should I teach you some respect?

PATRICIA FERNÁNDEZ, CELL

-Hello.
-Marce.

Guess what happened to me.

I forgot the keys to my apartment again.

Really?

Are you sure it wasn't your stepdaughters

and their locksmith friend
getting up to their tricks again?

Marce, how can you think that?

Besides, I was just calling you,
taking advantage of this situation,

so we can spend some time together,
so we can catch up.

Look, Patricia, you know
Camila is living here with me.

I have no room.

Marce.

So what? All I'm asking is

for a couch, that's all.

Stop the drama, Patricia.

Go find someone else
and let me know. Ciao.

Good. You got in jail at night.
You have connections.

Yes.

I have connections,
and I see you have yours.

A conjugal visit on your first day.

How expeditious.

Look, I had to talk to Betty
about my daughter.

I had to talk about Ecomoda
and all the mess that I left outside.

Yes, I figure. Between the sheets?

No, Armando. No.

You do everything wrong.

How can you turn yourself in
without telling me?

-I mean, I don't get it.
-You wouldn't have allowed it.

And I need to take
responsibility for my things,

my problems, pay my dues.

Okay.

Your intentions are wonderful,
but your strategy doesn't work,

because you can't do anything
while locked up in here.

Well, yes. I've thought about that a lot
because I can't even sleep in here.

That's why.

Look, if you want to sleep again,
listen to me.

The situation is the following, okay?

Right now, we have the possibility
of paying your bail

for you to get out of jail
and continue the process.

I can help you with that.

-Thank you.
-You're lucky to have me.

Because your ex
may pay you a conjugal visit,

but the poor thing came out
with a look of deep regret on her face.

Poor thing.

Let's be real, Armando.

Right now, I'm your best option.

That's what you get, Patricia Fernandez,
for not being a good stepmother.

Look at me, a blonde bombshell with class,

having this problem.

Was it too much?

Was it too much to finish your semester
in Finance in San Marino?

So you wouldn't have
to go through this, Patricia.

What's in those papers, Gutiérrez?

Okay.

I imagine that's in a folder
or something like that, right?

Good.

I'm going in.

Holy moly. Look at this place.

This is looking less like an office
and more like a pigpen.

But why am I so shocked?

This mess reflects that scrambled head

that Mrs. Pati wears.

Wait, wait, Gutiérrez. Wait.

I'll put you on speaker,

and speak softly, please.

Okay. Now, tell me, in which folder is it?

Yes, yes, yes, sir. It's a red folder.

Don't make me wait,

because what I have to tell you is fire.

Spit it, then.

Guess who came to pay
a conjugal visit to Mr. President.

Gutiérrez, I think you need to improve

your riddles, right?

Of course it was Majo.

Betty.

Madam President came.

No.

Relapsing with the monster?

-Sir.
-Gutiérrez, silence, silence.

Thank you. It won't happen again.

No. Clean slate.

-It won't happen again?
-Until tomorrow.

Mila, nothing in life is free.

Well, no. They have to tell us
who did us the favor

of getting us out of this hole

and bringing us these ugly shoes.
We'll repay them.

Mila, tell him yourself.
Your boo is there.

Stunning. Stunning, as always.

What are you doing here?

Well, I won't let Mila Mendoza
spend the night at a police station.

Don't worry. You don't have to thank me.

I wasn't going to thank you.

I didn't need to be saved, Ignacio.

-Right.
-How did you know we were here?

Well, you never hung up the call,
so I heard everything.

It was nothing.
What were you saying, Gutiérrez?

Well, don't worry, sir. Don't worry.

Miss Majo also came to see him.

How about that?

Okay.

So, we have the old Armando back,

with several branches
working simultaneously.

I want to hear the full report, please.

Go figure. Miss Majo came,
beautiful as always, right?

They took a long time,
and I was there, guarding.

Sir, and the story is funny.

You need to send more money.
This isn't Hollywood.

Such a doll, so nice and kind,

but if you want, give me my car keys,

because I'm in perfect shape to drive.

-Really?
-Yes.

-Perfect shape?
-Yes.

I can tell.

-As you wish.
-Thanks.

No. Thanks.

I'd rather have him take us.

Enough fun for today, Mila.

-Verónica, don't be...
-Let's go.

I like her. Yes.

Shall we, or are you staying
with your new friends?

What happened?

What was that? No way.

Pati? Is that you?

Hi, Nicolás. How are you?

I'm fine, Pati.

What a nice surprise.
Nice night for you to call me.

Is anything wrong, Pati?

No, nothing. I'm super, super fine.

Super, super, super fine, let me tell you.

The thing is I wanted to tell you
that our reunion

was very, very special, at least for me.

Yes, yes, yes. I thought
it was incredible too. Wonderful.

Yes. I just wanted to say that,

and that I thought
it was great to see you.

Seeing you here, at the office,

made me, I don't know, feel things.

Armando.

Don't forget that in this same jail,

my brother Daniel was k*lled
because of you and Beatriz.

It'll be divine justice
if you have the same luck.

Armando.

This is not a nightmare,

but you still owe me
for that moment, you know?

I swear I'll pay for everything.
Don't worry. Calm down.

I have no doubt about it.
I have no doubt about it.

Yes. Yes, sir.

I can tell that you're a decent person.

-Me? Decent?
-Yes.

The only problem is to agree

how we're going to settle this, you and I.

In this place, everyone pays.

There was an Indian once
who didn't want to pay,

and he's no longer here.

Well, I'd love to see you.
I wish it was right now.

Of course, not here, at the office. No.

We can't risk things, Nicolás.

We must meet somewhere else.

Yes, sure. Great, wonderful, fantastic.

Tell me, what are you thinking?

How about a hotel?

I think that's a great idea,

but I've never been
to one of those places, Pati, really.

Really? No, I can't believe it.

Well, that could be a plan

that's classy, elegant.

A comfortable one.

What do you think?

No, sure, I completely agree.

Tell me where it is, and I'll go.

Send me the location,
and I'll be there immediately.

Pati, wait a second.

I'm getting a call.
Stay there. Stay there, please.

Give me a second. One minute, one minute.

Hello?

No.

Hello, Betty. What's up?

I need you to come right now
to my dad's house.

It's life or death.

Really?

Slow down. I'm drunk.

They're going to k*ll me.

Mila.

I think nobody has to find out.

You're absolutely right.

That could be, like, our little secret.

I love secrets.

Me too.

Hey, I didn't ask
how you got us out of jail.

Well, I told your parents,
and they helped me.

Ignacio, don't play with me.

-Yes.
-So, my mom...

Why would you call my parents?

I'm lying, I'm lying, I'm lying.

I have connections.

as*h*le.

Relax.

It's a joke.

I'm not the same Betty
who would let him get in my head.

Betty, I'm sorry,
but you look the same to me.

The same as when you met him.
You're falling just like that.

I won't go back to Armando.

I have to focus on Mila,
on paying the employees.

I can't get into another mess.

Betty, look.

That's what we believe, but the heart is
a sensitive and deceitful organ.

Human beings live in a duality.

Body and soul.

Sodom, Gomorrah.

Flesh is weak, Betty. Flesh is weak.

Yes, sir, very weak,
and the devil is mean.

Listen, you messed-up groundhog.

Don't you think it's time
for you to go home

and let us rest?

Don't worry, Mr. Hermes.
I was just leaving.

I was listening
to Betty's stories from jail,

which I find very interesting.

So, we're even.

Excuse me?

You stood me up.

That.

Yes. Well, look,
you're completely right. I'm sorry.

But I want to make it clear
that I didn't go

because I had to solve a problem,

not because I have a girlfriend
or anything with anyone.

However,

you do have one, right?

-Me?
-Yes.

Introduce me to him,
because I don't know him.

Jeff.

Jeff?

Ignacio.

Jeff and I are not like that.

-No?
-No.

Besides, I only like one person.

Who?

The guy in front of me
who just got me out of jail.

My taxi is here.

Mila.

What?

TAXIMETER

Ciao.

Dad, it was a work meeting.

Work? Don't give me that.

Look, you're making me speed up
that marriage annulment,

even if I have to travel to the Vatican,

but listen to what I have to say.

I won't allow you
to stay married to a crook.

Why do you judge others so harshly?

Don't you ever make mistakes?

You think you were a great husband, right?

Look, Dad,
you need to understand one thing.

I'm living here, in this house,

but I'm an independent woman.

I fend for myself.

If I need a papal annulment,

I'll get it myself.

Thank you for everything, but please,

I can decide for myself.

I don't need you to decide for me.

See you tomorrow.

How about that?

Good thing Camilita is
stable and level-headed,

because with the parents she has...

-Are you drunk?
-I was.

I was drunk.

But not anymore.

It's not funny, Camila. You stink.

-Where's my car?
-What?

It's...

-In the impound lot.
-What?

No, well...

In your yard, in your parking lot.

God.

So you drove home drunk?

-I hit you.
-Where were you, Camila?

Marce, I was just driving around
with some friends, that's all.

Your father's in jail,

and you just go for a drive with a friend?

I called you a thousand times.

My cell phone's battery died.

No.

Marce, you sound like my mom.

No, Betty, tone it down.

I get it.

I get why my dad didn't marry you.

It would have been really hard
to be your daughter.

You have no idea what you're saying.

I, Cindy Calixta,

president of the trade union of Ecomoda,

will not allow abuse to continue
to happen in this company,

like, for example, to be left
without benefits, to be spied on,

or, for example, for the warehouses
to be sold just like that.

Because, comrades, if we don't react,

these predatory oligarchs

will soon sell this house
with us still inside,

and with no shame.

Mr. Hugo, excuse me.
How come they sold the warehouses?

Yes. Who did they sell them to?

Wait and see.

Careful with the potato.
She feels the love.

No, please, I need you
to unload all the trucks

and fill the others,

because we need to supply
all the supermarkets in the north.

Look who's here, the one and only...

No, wait. Excuse me.
Before shaking your hand,

I want to show you something
that will blow your mind.

Let's see.

Look at this potato.

It has more than two eyes.
Do you know what that means?

-No.
-That the next crop will be... Look.

-A beauty.
-Congratulations.

And I hope you have your eyes there,
on the Ecomoda issue.

Of course, man.

Like your potatoes,
things are better than ever.

-So, what will we do?
-So, what will we do?

Well, we're going to join forces.

Because, comrades, we're the labor force.

We're the real labor force of Ecomoda.

Without us, they're nothing.

So we either join forces or we sink.

And I say it, Cindy Calixta,
a woman who defends the oppressed.

Okay, thank you.

You know I'm no front man for anyone.

No, no. Man, Pascual, come here.

That's an ugly word.

-Which one? Front man?
-Yes, that one.

We're not that. We're partners.

Let's call things for what they are.

I signed for you to buy those warehouses,

and you put in your brains and money.

-Yes.
-But as you see me here,

I'm still anxious, of course.

Waiting for what you promised.

First, the corporation...

-Second...
-What's happening here?

Seeing all those models
catwalking in front of me

in their underwear.

No, calm down, stiff wind.
That'll happen really soon.

I just need you to keep selling your
big-eyed potatoes and save your money,

because soon you'll be
a shareholder in Ecomoda.

And all those models
won't call you "a potato seller."

They'll call you "daddy."

To me, "potato seller"
or "daddy" is the same.

Okay.

I know you're suffering,

all the oppression you have
to endure from these oligarchs.

-All right.
-What?

Excuse me, Mr. Hugo,
but let's not get carried away by hate.

Resentment is never a good counselor.

I agree.

Mr. Hugo, there must be a solution.

I don't know, but let's not be
so dramatic, so apocalyptic.

No, no, no. We are apocalyptic.
Do you know why?

Because we're in the gutter.

And talking about gutters,

not even our president,
"I have nightmares of Jeannie,"

will get us out of this one.

Do you know why?

Because she doesn't care about us either.

No, sir. Wait a minute. Don't believe him.

Don't underestimate her.

Remember she has a history.

She already saved this company once.

Besides, the problem isn't with her.

It supposedly is with Mr. Armando,
and there's nothing between them.

Well, let me tell you...

Huguito, where are the cameras?

There, there and there.

Then come closer.

Come closer.

Let me tell you
that they share the same blanket.

The same sheets...

-What?
-They share pillows.

Fake Blonde, stop bearing
false testimony about Betty, okay?

Yes, honestly.

Shut up, you giraffe.
This is not about you.

I know from a trustworthy source

that they shared a bed last night,
in his cell.

So they arrested that crook?

How was last night in jail?

Last night? No.

Fine, because I had to go visit him

to get information,
to know how the situation is, to...

Is something wrong?

-No.
-Yes.

Yes or no?

-Yes.
-No, no, no.

What's wrong?

Armando assures me

that he didn't hack the company computers.

And he told me again that Ecomoda's
warehouses were sold to a corporation.

What?

You're very naive
if you keep trusting Betty,

because she's in it with Armando Mendoza.

Here she acts all, "Hi. You know what?

"I drifted away from you.
I have nothing to do with you."

But she rushes to pay him a visit.

Betty, tell him. Tell him already.

What?

About the guy he was negotiating with.

That.

A guy called Pascual.

He's a potato seller or a farmer.

Strangely, he's Mario Calderón's contact.

Of course. Well, we have
to talk to him immediately.

Armando?

-Mario, man.
-Mario.

No, of course. Yes.

And he can take us to the potato seller.

Let's go.

-Such envy.
-What envy?

You think I want to go to jail and...

She's here.

There she is.

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

What a surprise.

Good morning, ma'am.

I want you to know
that we will pay you your benefits.

Yes, Betty, we know.

But what have you done?
Do you need help? What can we do?

We're working on it,
and I ask you, please,

to not let this be
a reason to panic, okay?

Okay, sir. Don't worry.

From the bottom of my heart,
I'm sorry for what Armando did.

For what Armando did when? Last night?

Was he that bad?

Poor thing. Such impotence.

Have you heard from Mario Calderón?

He hasn't arrived yet.

That's another one
who will look bad with the union.

-Union?
-Yes.

I'll introduce myself.

I'm Cindy Calixta, and today it sprouts,

today Ecomoda's trade union is born.

So get ready,

because there's
one hell of a strike coming your way.

Armando Mendoza, aka "Severances,"

I want to tell you I'm very sad,

anguished and gloomy

about this whole thing
with Ecomoda's benefits.

But that doesn't exempt me
from my role as your angel.

That commitment is unwaivable.

-Freddy...
-Non-transferable.

-Freddy...
-And incommutable.

-Freddy.
-What?

-This won't work out.
-Relax.

From now on,
I will be your new spiritual therapist.

How about we start with anger therapy?

For this, we need to breathe.

Let it flow.

I like this therapy.

Now we're talking.

Good therapy.

Very good.

Bravo. Very good. Very good.

And we haven't even started yet.

Who's next?

Moustache or Hunk?

-Hunk.
-Hunk.

I'm sorry, dear Cacique.

I rushed a bit with the anger therapy.

How about we start
with something more simple? More noble?

Love therapy.

-Love.
-Very good.

How can you think of doing
love therapy? Really, man.

What do I do? Tell me what to do.

Tell me what to do.

Let the people decide.

We really need love
in this place, don't we?

With this horrible summer,

at least one of us had a taste, right?

Naughty boy.

And he has quite a diverse palate.

Because he had a really ugly woman
and a hot one. Damn.

Tell us, tell us. How did it go?

Tell us.

Tell us.

Stop the nonsense and let my ears go.

Let his ears go, man.

Don't yell at me. I was just doing my job.

Don't yell at him, damn it.

Look, you might be the chief of whatever,

but I don't care.

That arrow that you have for me,
you won't sh**t it. No, sir.

Give me a few days, Hunk,

and you won't want to let
my spear go. You hear?

Let's do the following.
Let's all calm down, let's all breathe.

One, two, three.

Let's line up, okay?

I don't know how they knew
what happened last night with Armando.

Did you see the way they looked at me?
No, so embarrassing.

It's a strange situation, because...

What if...

Beatriz, I need to talk to you.

I'm sorry. I'm busy.

I don't care about your personal life.

You can sleep with Armando all you want.

Now, the jail thing is really tacky.

I'm worried about Mila.

Did she sleep at your place?

Mila? Not in my house.
She's staying at your house.

I know she's staying at my place,
but last night she came,

we argued,
she was really rude and she left.

And I have been calling her
and she won't answer.

Did she go out with someone?
Was someone waiting for her?

-No, she left alone.
-No, that's strange.

So you don't stand me up again.

BETTY, INCOMING CALL

HERE BEGINS A NEW MAN'S REFLECTION

-Which one is it?
-Yes, Saúl Gutiérrez.

Saúl Gutiérrez, yes.

We'll be waiting for you
over here, Mr. President.

Head up high.

Thank you.

I swear I'll pay you back for everything.

Everything.

-Of course you will pay.
-Mr. President.

And I know how.

Hey. Mr. President.