02x08 - Artificial Un-Intelligence

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We might be confused

but also be certain
that we've done the right thing.

I don't regret
having been Armando's lover,

or what I had with Esteban.

I can take accountability for my actions,

even my mistakes.

I've taken my chances.

I'm glad I did,

and even more so knowing
that I'm a free woman

who's able to make her own decisions.

Betty!

Betty!

What's wrong, Dad?

That Freddy guy is here, for one.

And then the beauty from Microlax
is also here.

How do you manage
to put up with that lazybones

who is now more hungry when he is sad
than when he is happy?

I'm not sad, Mr. Hermes.

I'm happy, I'll tell you why later, but...

I am a little hungry, you know?

Let me tell you, Betty had breakfast.

Don't push me. Don't be rude.

Dear, Freddy is out there.

He's here for that doll,
the talking machine from hell.

Okay, madam robot,

deploy your little legs and arms,
and go down the stairs like this.

I wish. But my dad can't see her
because he'll have her exorcized.

So scary.

-Okay.
-There. Grab it by the pole.

I'll help you carry it. Careful.

Watch your back.

I see you're down in the mouth.

You don't have to say anything, I know.
What's wrong?

I honestly couldn't sleep at all.

My head is spinning
over Armando and Esteban.

Recording mode on.

RECORDING

Why? Don't feel sad
about that dummy Mendoza.

You checked that box when you
signed off on your divorce, remember?

Nicolás, it's time you knew the truth.

Armando and I got a divorce,
but we're secretly still together.

-We've been secret lovers.
-Lovers? What do you mean?

But that's outrageous.

What an interesting perversion.

Your boyfriend knows?

Esteban is my accomplice.

Our relationship was a facade,

so nobody knew, especially not Mila.

Good morning.

Breakfast?

I didn't mean to wake you with the noise,
but I think it turned out delicious.

I hope you like it, young lady.

Ignacio, thank you
for letting me crash here

and giving me your bedroom.

Don't worry.
My couch is super comfortable.

I think I may even start sleeping there
from now on.

Right.

So, Esteban...

didn't knock it out of the park?

What? You had a thing?

Until recently, it was just a facade.

Recording mode off.

I had a thing with Esteban too.

RECORDING OFF

-Watch out, Nicolás.
-It can't be. What do you mean?

What are you talking about?

You're really something. It's true.

-Nicolás...
-My admiration.

Betty la fea, the story continues

I wanted to thank you
for our talk last night.

It's one of those things
that rarely happens with someone.

And I honestly needed it.

-Me too.
-Really?

Good.

And I want to thank you too

for thinking of me
to design the new Ecomoda collection,

but I'm going to work with my mom.

Right.

-Okay.
-Right.

Look, I want what's best for you.

And I totally understand
you wanting to work with your mom.

You're a really nice family, honestly.

And I have to admit, you make a good team.

Even if you're my competition.

Don't misunderstand.

Don't worry, I never do.

I'd never ask you to betray your mom
to stay at Ecomoda. Who do you think I am?

-Too soon?
-Too soon.

Okay.

What I do want you to know is that...

you can count on me for anything.

Okay?

IN MEMORY OF
FERNANDO GAITÁNE

Bon appétit, my competition.

Bon appétit.

JEFF
MILA, LET'S TALK, PLEASE

-Now?
-Come on.

-Not fast, Nico.
-Come on.

-Watch out.
-Good morning, namaste.

You're picking up Aída, and you came here
on your bike? Careful, Nicolás.

I have to go to the office.

I'll take it in my car. Watch out.

-It might break.
-Mr. Hermes, the door, man.

-Coming. Don't yell.
-Faster.

Yes, Your Majesty.

I can't believe it won't start.

-What's wrong?
-It won't start, I don't know.

-Allow me.
-Come, Freddy. Take a look.

-I'm in a hurry.
-Don't worry.

I took a basic course online.

-Excuse me.
-I'm sorry, Hermes. Let me help you.

You can't put your finger in there.
It's too big now.

-There we go.
-Let's see.

I learned that if the muffler
is not connected to the bearing,

the car won't start.

Look at this genius mind.
We're talking to Einstein here.

You know, Freddy?

-Give me a ride.
-Tricky like you.

-Give me Aída, Nicolás.
-You'll take her?

Yes, I'll leave with...

Let me get on...

Watch out.

-Watch out.
-Careful, Nicolás.

Cars today are nothing like
the ones from the good old days.

-Hold on tight.
-Yes, on it.

-Hold on tight, Betty.
-I am.

I have to hold on to Aída
so she won't fall.

-Hold on to me, right there.
-Okay, I'm good.

-Aren't you going too fast?
-No.

Improper speed.

-Watch out, Freddy.
-Don't worry.

-Don't worry, I got you.
-Yes.

No, grab the handlebars. Careful.

Hey, bye! Bye...

Please, hold on tight.

That was close.

Drive safely, Freddy Stewart.

POLICE CHECKPOINT

Oh my God, the police. Just what I need.

What's wrong?

Good morning, miss.

-Please, turn it off.
-What did you say?

-Turn it off.
-Turn it off.

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

Hello, agent of order in this, our city.

Hello.

You know you can't ride around
without helmets.

I'll have to give you a citation.

-No.
-No, I'm sorry.

Give him a break. This is my fault.

What's that?

This is an artificial intelligence robot.

It has the shape of a mannequin
because we work in fashion.

Its name is Aída.
Well, Aída is the mannequin.

Her name is Beatriz Aurora,

and although she may seem
a bit disheveled,

she's the fashion
and glamour ambassador for Colombia.

Your license and registration, please.

-Of course.
-Of course.

-Your license.
-Yes, my license.

-Freddy, your license.
-Right.

Get your license!

Get your license, Freddy Stewart.

My license?

Your license.

Hello, Jorge.

I'm here in Colombia thinking about you,
hoping you've gotten to New York safely.

Well, I've been picturing

a bunch of new things
for our new adventure

at We are Colombia,

and I wanted to share them with you.

When you get this,
please call me back so we can talk.

Hugs, have a good day.

-That's wrong.
-Dad.

You scared me to death.
Why do you pop up like that?

You're doing it wrong.
You need to start doing it right.

Jorge Serrano told you what he wanted.

He gave you a deadline.

Why don't you stop harassing him
once and for all

and start finding a way
to work with Betty and Mila?

Please!

Dad?

Freddy!

You almost gave me a heart attack,
I thought there were burglars,

or a ghost, I don't know.

How did you break into my house?

-Breathe...
-What do you mean?

-I'm breathing, I'm alive.
-Remember I'm your guardian angel.

And I made a copy last time
just in case of an emergency.

What a cross.

-Hey.
-What?

Why are you wearing
the same clothes as yesterday?

Because this is how I go to bed.

Because ever since I broke up with Betty,

I can't do anything, my life is chaos.

What do you want?

Why are you crying?

-The law...
-Talk to me.

The law took my bike, my stallion.

Did you get into trouble on it?

No, none at all. Well...
I committed one little sin, yes.

My license is slightly expired,

-but I was doing a noble act.
-Freddy.

I was giving Beatriz Aurora
a ride to the office.

Betty?

-You were with Betty?
-Yes.

-Where is she now?
-At the office.

We were taking Aída.

Aída, right. Mila needs her.

We need to get to work. Well done, buddy.

Dad, wherever you are, thank you.

Please, Armando,
focus on things here on earth!

I need to get my bike back
or I'll be riding...

Don't talk to me like that, sir!

I won't allow it!

Do I look like a traffic cop?
What can I do?

I need you to pull some strings.

Which strings? I don't have strings.

-To get back my stallion...
-Since going to jail, I have no strings.

The only public relations I've done
was in jail.

Now my best friend is the Chief.

-That's it!
-What?

-The Chief!
-Want me to call him?

He must have contacts.

He does, but this is dangerous.

It doesn't matter.

Freddy, I don't have his number here.
It's at Ecomoda.

-Let's go to the office.
-No.

-Go and get changed, please.
-Don't be rude.

Please, go and get changed.
I'll wait here.

No, Pascual,
I work at Ecomoda in the morning,

and I study acting at night.

That's awesome.

Dude, I'll give you a scholarship.

-Really, Mr. Pascual?
-You work here. Count on me.

Go away, she's here.

-Talk later.
-Sure, brother.

-Ms. Marcela, how are you?
-How are you?

What are you doing here?

Doing what I like best,

waiting to see you.

Thank you.

Pascual, I wanted to thank you
for offering a loan,

really, but don't insist because...

No, don't worry.

If you don't want me to insist,
I won't insist on insisting.

It's that easy.

I'm just waiting here to give you
this gift, which I think is beautiful.

Thank you.

What is it?

It's heavy.

I see.

So this is... What? A potato ingot?

A golden potato?

For Easter.

It's the equivalent of an Easter egg,
but it's a potato.

I call it "Easter potato."
It's a present from Pascual.

Okay.

Thank you.

And it's very heavy.

Is it a necklace?
What should I do with it?

Whatever you desire.
That's not my decision to make.

It's up to you.

It's the same as my decision
about the party bus I bought.

I'll keep it as something precious.

As something important,
bringing me closer to you,

to your heart.

Okay.

Thank you, Pascual, but I...

I just can't accept this.

We're on different teams,
there's a conflict of interest.

Let me tell you something.

I want anything and everything with you.

From conflicts of interests

to interests in the conflict.

Thank you, really,
but I can't accept it. Thank you.

Let me tell you
from the bottom of my heart,

so you never forget it.

This potato farmer wants to cultivate you

in the most beautiful,

devoted and wonderful way
because you deserve it.

Is it a conflict of interest
to be mutually interested

despite our conflicts?

Don't.

Thank you for being so special.

You have my love.

Let's go.

Of course. Go ahead.
I'll keep this for you.

-Go ahead.
-Thanks.

Oh, my God, she's this close.

No, I've never walked here.

But if it's with you,
I could even sell my car.

I could walk here every day.

Don't worry. I came on my own
and you came on your own.

What? We didn't come together?

-No.
-No.

We just bumped into each other.

-Obviously.
-Obviously.

Have a good day, my competition.

Have a nice day. Okay.

That's why you weren't replying?

-Let's talk.
-Jeff.

Yesterday was a lot for me,

and I don't think this is the place
or the time to talk.

-It is, baby.
-No, Jeff.

Listen for a second, Camila.

Mila!

-Baby, let's talk, please.
-Jeff, it's not the time to talk.

-It's not the place.
-I feel bad about it too.

-Not here, please.
-What's that scandal?

-Bro, it's none of your business.
-We're good.

It is my business
because this is my company.

And your shouting is disturbing everyone.
Have some respect.

Buddy, the only ones disturbing people
are you and your partners,

so stop messing with my life.
Mila, this guy's taking advantage of you.

-Hey, dickhead.
-Let's go.

Hey, as*h*le, can't you see she
doesn't want to be with a lowly tailor?

-What?
-What a tough guy!

Hey, stop. No.
You're both so basic, such meatheads.

I don't need anyone to stand up for me.

Are we clear?

Why do you talk to him like that?

-This as*h*le?
-What?

No, you sounded very different yesterday.

I meant it yesterday. I swear.

Yeah? It doesn't look like it.

There was something yesterday.

-Of course there was.
-No.

Yesterday, the day before that,
and lots more, how about that?

It wasn't...

-Not yesterday.
-I don't care. Mila is mine.

Yours? Don't be a fool.

I'm nobody's.

So that we're all on the same page,
I'm not with either one of you.

Well done.

And to be talking about a woman
like she's private property,

that's so last century.

And it does not sound sexy. Excuse me.

Mila!

-Mila.
-Mila.

-Let's get to work!
-Yes, sir.

I'm pissed off.

-I need space, thanks.
-She wants space, dude.

No, both of you.

No, stop it already!

-Stop it.
-Enough.

What's wrong, sweetheart? Calm down.

Nothing, Mom. Nothing's wrong.

But what's wrong with your hair?

I came here on his bike.

Why is Aída here?

Jeff asked for her so the designers
could use her to help with the designs.

Next time, I'll ask you
to ask me what I want to do

because Aída is mine, not Jeff's.

Of course, baby, I was going to ask,
but I didn't see you last night or today...

-Mom...
-We had to...

Miss Mila, where would you like us
to put the robot mannequin?

Do whatever you want, Gutiérrez.

-Mila.
-Easy, don't give me that look.

I'm here for a phone number
and I'll be out of your hair.

The Chief's number.

Playing recording.

Don't feel sad about that dummy Mendoza.

You checked that box
when you signed off on your divorce.

Nicolás, it's time you knew the truth.

Armando and I got a divorce
but we're secretly still together.

-We've been secret lovers.
-Lovers?

Turn that thing off, man.

But that's outrageous.

What an interesting perversion.

Your boyfriend knows?

Esteban is my accomplice.

Our relationship was a facade,

so nobody knew, especially not Mila.

Shut up!

Sleep mode on.

No, Freddy, how could you turn it off?

The gossip about Betty and Amorous Armando

is piping hot today.

Turn it back on.

Where is it?

Enough. This is dangerous. Fake people.

Camilita, it must be a set-up,
I don't know.

Fake news.

You too?

Baby.

Mila.

The only one who doesn't lie
in this office is Aída.

The rest are a bunch of liars.

-Don't say that, honey. Mila.
-Honey.

Taxi!

-Darling.
-Wait up, baby.

-Mila!
-Sweetie.

-Let's talk.
-Of course, I understand

where you spent the night
when you didn't come home.

-You think I'm dumb?
-No, sweetie...

Look, you know it's my fault,
not your mom's.

No.

No, because you made me believe
that you needed me,

that you had an awful history with my dad,

that you needed my help,
that you deserved a fresh start.

And I was a fool to believe you.

Sweetie, I didn't make you
believe anything. Everything...

we talked about,
everything I said is true.

If I didn't tell you
what was happening with your dad,

it's because...

Because you were ashamed.

Taxi!

-Mila!
-Mila.

You know, I am.

You're right. I am ashamed of you.
I am ashamed of both of you.

Mila, baby.

Our relationship was a facade,
so nobody knew, especially not Mila.

The only one who doesn't lie
in this office is Aída.

The rest are a bunch of liars.

Sweetie, I didn't make you
believe anything. Everything...

we talked about,
everything I said is true.

You're right. I lied to you.
I shouldn't have.

But even the biggest liar
can tell one truth.

My truth is I'm in love with you, Mila.

You see that life changed you, Jeff?

Right now you should be
thinking about Carmen,

your baby.

And not me.

I feel like we needed some time for us.

Yes, you look different.

Livelier.



Brighter, happier, prettier.

Even your eyes have changed.

How could I not, sweetie?

If I have all this in front of me.

You know what?

In this same place, over twenty years ago,

I realized that seawater is salty,

that it heals wounds

and pain.

Solutions to problems are found,

as well as self-forgiveness

and forgiveness of others.

I mean your dad, Mila.

Being here, right now,

I realized forgiving him
was my best option.

And I understood
I wasn't doing it just for him,

but for me too.

I don't want to talk about that man.

Honey, he made a mistake.

But he showed me
that his remorse was real.

And that meant so much to me.

That's nice and all, Mom.

But you split up with him anyway, right?

You know what? Sometimes I think that...

places become ours when...

we experience big things in them.

You know what?

Let's name this beach

Betty and Mila's Beach.

Our beach, Mom.

Sweetie, that's what I want.

For this place to be magical for you.

So you can come here, and it'll be waiting
for you whenever you need it.

Whenever we need it.

-Both of us.
-Darling.

Betty!

Betty, please,
we've walked the whole pier, stop.

I'm sorry,
but I didn't ask you to come with me.

But we've been walking from the old city.
I could've called a cab.

You should've come in a cab.

I won't leave you alone.
Don't even think about it.

I can take care of myself, thanks.

Mila's missing.
If you know where she is, please tell me.

Mila is not missing.
I'm sure she left from here.

-Excuse me, who's the manager?
-Tell me.

We need a boat to Tierra Bomba asap.

Beatriz,

listen, I know you have a gut feeling,

a big hunch about Camila's whereabouts.

And I believe in it.

As her father, I have a different hunch,
I have to go alone.

Let me go alone. I can fix this.

I find it hard to trust your hunch.

Let me fix what I broke myself. Please.

-I need to talk to my daughter too.
-And you will.

Sooner rather than later, rest assured.
Camila and you are...

one.

The wound I caused in her
is so much deeper.

And you know it.

Please.

Sir, there's room for one
on the boat to Tierra Bomba.

That's mine. Yes.

-Go.
-Thanks.

Get back soon. With her.

With her.

Look, I know we're crazy.

I know we're here and you won't accept it,
but somehow,

the reason why we're here
is to fix our family.

I love you so much, Beatriz.

Go!

I'll stay here...

waiting for you two.

I'll be back.

Ignacio, is it true what Mila said?

What?

That you offered her my job.

Yes. Why?

No.

-Nothing.
-Okay.

So you'd rather work with her

than me, Hugo Lombardi,

the person who managed
to get Jorge Serrano,

the fashion tsar, to fall at my feet
thanks to my designs?

Let's see, Hugo. Let's be honest.

Serrano did not fall at your feet,
like you're saying.

What's more,
Mila's a much better designer than you.

Did I hear "much better"?

So you're trampling on my talent,

all my experience,

and all my prestige

so you can start working with a brat
who thinks she's a fashion designer?

Yeah.

Okay, Mr. Rodríguez or González

or whoever you may be,

this is my last day working with you.

Perfect. There's the door.

-One moment. Let's...
-Fake!

-Come on...
-You're like gold wire.

Let's just all calm down.

You don't mean it when you say
you'll desert us right now,

when we have such a big commitment.

Don't you understand that we're a team,

that we're a family
and that we have a competition?

Excuse me, nobody's leaving.

Especially you, brother.

You're a good person, talented,
you make the audience laugh. No.

Relax. Potatoes can warm up,

but they can also cool down. Cooler.

Let's be cool, calm.

Don't come looking for me later, okay?

-Don't worry.
-Because Hugo Lombardi, listen...

Flew, flew! Flew away!

Come. Wait. Don't be... Lombardi!

Mila!

I can't believe it.

-Your mom and I were looking for you.
-I can't believe it.

Hey, Mila.

I came all this way because I don't want
to talk to you or my mom, thanks.

Mila, you can walk along
this whole beach for all I care.

I won't leave you alone
until you stop and talk to me.

Can I have one moment, please?

My dear workers,

stop the suffering, the light is here,

the magic, the life, here's Hugo Lombardi.

Mr. Hugo, is it just me
or are you here more often than before?

No, I'm just looking for Betty.

And since you're the Uglies Club...

Women and men.

Well, I thought she might be here.

No, she's not.

What do you need her for?

To let her know
that from this precious moment on,

all of Hugo Lombardi's talent

is available to start designing
for Team Betty.

What?

Girls, work colleagues,

I'll leave you alone for a minute.

Let's see, forgive me, excuse me.

Come here, my dear Freddy.

There's such a heavy energy on this side.

-What a nasty remark.
-Look...

Okay, it's fine, this prodigal son thing,

but we have to check
if this company's bosses

will accept this return.

Do you know why they'll accept it,
Stewart?

Because I'm not the prodigal son.

I am the prodigious son of fashion.

So, Jeff, get ready because...

the light is back.

Mr. Hugo, Mila won't accept it.

You come and go, so that c*ck won't fight.

Hey, stop revealing my private business.

Besides, with the scandal
involving Mila's parents,

that little girl won't be back,

so, Jeff, let's get to work,
I can't wait to start designing.

We have work to do.

So I can't understand
how you don't realize

that what I need right now is to be alone.

No, of course I understand it. Perfectly.

You're an independent person.

You're strong, you can live without us.

That's not the thing.

The thing is I can't live without you.

The thing is that I can't find the words

to describe what life would be like
without you.

I refuse...

to think I could neglect
a daughter that I have!

Okay, so why are you shouting?

Because you're the only sure thing
I have in life, Camila. The only one.

And I'm proud of that!

Let this whole beach know
I'm talking to my daughter!

-Stop it...
-And I love my daughter!

-Stop!
-I don't mind.

I don't mind doing that.

The only thing I want in life
is to have the chance

to stop being part of the cycle of lies
that you hate so much.

You know why?

Because your mom and I
made one mistake our whole lives.

And that's trying to hide our feelings,
trying to hide our love.

And the only result was damage.

Damaging us and the others, especially...

the people we love the most.

Because love is not meant to be hidden.

I know you need to be alone, I get it.

While you're reflecting,
think about one thing.

In this life, sweetheart,

there's no one who loves you
more than your mom and I do.

Thank you.

But I won't go with you.

Because before you find me,

I need to find myself.

Rabbit.

Tick-tock.

I know, dear Alice.

Find your way back home.

But please, don't ever forget
one important thing.

This family is fighting to be together.

Next to you.

Daddy!

Mila wasn't there?

Yes, she was, I found her.

And?

Well, we talked, she listened.

I think that forgiveness
only comes with time, Betty.

But I just feel at ease.

I did what I had to do, and she...

needs to think now, to process.

Right? To be alone.

When did this all happen?

When did our daughter grow up?

When did 20 years pass by?

What happened? Please, Armando.
If my dad sees you, he'll k*ll you.

I don't care.

What's going on? Since arriving to Bogotá,
you won't talk to me.

I'm just too worried about Mila.

Let her go.

Let her go, she needs to think.

She'll be back, don't worry.

I know, I'm sure she'll be back, but...

I didn't want her to find out like this.

But she did, so there's nothing we can do.

She knows the truth.

Betty, we don't have to pretend anymore.

We can get back together,
be at peace, be honest.

Don't you think so?

I can't go on with this.

I'm so sorry.

Fine.

I get it.

But I think you're making a mistake again.

You know what?

This is the last time...

that I'm trying.

I've had enough.

Give Mr. Hermes a hug from me.