03x09 - Episode 9

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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

What's this about?
Why did you invite Román here?

Well… because I'd like
to introduce my boyfriend.

-What?
-My God!

Mila!

Can't you see it?
This man could be your father.

-I'm not that old.
-You're my father.

-I'm very aware, yes.
-María Camila.

We know that you can date
whoever you like,

but this guy is a bum.

-A bum? No.
-A bum.

Please show him a little respect.

I didn't say anything when you told us
you were dating the gossipy gnome.

-Mila!
-What?

-Watch your mouth talking about Sofía.
-Watch your mouth…

-No, young lady!
-Stop! I can't believe this.

I can't believe my daughter
is dating a delinquent.

-A delinquent?
-Yes, sir.

Hold on a minute.

You treating me badly
and disrespecting me at your office

is one thing.

-But be respectful here.
-Says the bully.

In the world I live in, people
have a right to redeem themselves,

but that does not exist in yours.
Excuse me.

Román, wait.

I invited you all because
I wanted to share some news

that makes me extremely happy.

If you're not comfortable with Román,
that's on you, not me.

-Scram!
-Excuse me.

Mila!

I'll be right back.

What's up with him?

Román!

Camila, that ambush you set up
for me was wrong.

Why didn't you tell me?

You wouldn't have come, would you?

Of course not.

One of us had to take the first step

to face this like the two adults we are.

But you still want me to work at Ecomoda?

-Yes.
-It's plain to see they hate me.

-So?
-I won't let them humiliate me.

Forget it. I'm too old for this.

What do you want with me?

Do you see a future for this relationship?

Be honest.

So you don't waste time,
and I don't either,

and I don't have go through
all this with my parents.

What do you want with me?

I would like to hear that answer too.

In private, though.

-Face to face.
-No.

Okay, Armando. I am very aware

that you like solving things
with your fists.

But we're not cavemen,
so please get a hold of yourself.

Don't worry about me,
I still know how to defend myself.

It's "Dad" to you.

Let's go talk.

-Come.
-Where?

-Armando.
-Where though?

-I told you. "Dad."
-Dad…

TODAY

ALLIANCES & AMBUSHES

Finally, you show your face.

Welcome back, Mr. Pascual Pabón.

AKA, the Infamous one.

How does it feel
to be the villain of this story?

-Gross!
-All of you cheating men,

you're like a dish
from a cheap restaurant.

Everyone's taken a bite,

-but you still think you're gourmet.
-Oh, yeah.

Here's the first question for you.

With all the nerve you have,

don't you feel the slightest stress?

First of all, please, lower your weapons,
because you're being really aggressive.

And let me explain.

That day was a total mess.

It was chaos.

I didn't have
the mental capacity to think.

I thought it was going to be very hard

for Marcela to understand
what was going on.

So I started to think, "What should I do?"

And an inner voice spoke to me and said,

"Easy. Record a video
explaining what happened."

I promise from the bottom of my heart
I'll explain everything once I come back.

Since you have a fiery temper,
I don't want us to have a falling out.

That's why I'm leaving this video

as proof of my loyalty,
Marcela, of my honesty.

I won't fail you. I won't fail you.

I'll explain once I get back,
and I'll call you when I get there.

Katiushka Estefanía was my wife
for many, many years.

She and I had an exquisite relationship.
She's a good person.

But everyone thinks that ex-wives
are meant to make you miserable.

It's not true.

She and I had
a very beautiful relationship.

We were…

-very good friends.
-"Were"? Not anymore?

You're curious, of course.

But what you don't know

is that my ex-wife had a terminal disease.

And her last wish in life was…

to take a European cruise…

and to die at sea.

She was very lonely. She was alone.

So, of course,

she asked me to come with her.

And I found it in my heart to go with her.

I wanted to make her laugh
for one last time,

to be with her at her last breath.

Everything you're saying is so sad.

It really is.
But why didn't you call Marcela?

-Like you said you would.
-To face her.

Well, it made me feel sort of…

Listen to this.

Taking her final photo…

I said "Come here, let's go
to the bow of the ship,

and I'll take a photo
like the one from Titanic,

like you're a dancing mermaid."

And I was like,
"I'm gonna take such a cool photo."

And in trying to get a nice shot of her…

Wham!

I fell on my a*s.

-And whoops…
-She died?

-She drowned!
-No way.

Oh, no, no, no. No.
My phone fell in the ocean.

Okay, but nowadays,

with all the technology,
you can call from anywhere.

And they can call you.
Why didn't you do that?

-True.
-I mean, really.

No, no.

I'm sorry. Ms. Berta is right. Of course.

But I did do exactly what you're saying.

-Oh, really?
-Sure. I did a search.

I paid for Internet, looked up
Ecomoda's number, and called.

-Really?
-And Ms. Patricia picked up.

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.

Sofía!

Can you imagine…

what I was feeling inside,

leaving the love of my life,

Marcela Valencia,

abandoned?

And me…

wanting to marry her?

Very difficult.

And for what? For what?

I think I lacked the fortitude

to face her. Yes. That's what I lacked.

THE BEGINNING OF THE CLUB

Is it wrong to give consideration
to an ex-wife while she's still alive

before she dies?

I would like to receive the same

at the time of my death,
because I am going to die.

Don't give me that look.

What if it's crocodile tears?

Did you really speak to him?

Well, Marce, he called,
I picked up, and put him in his place…

and I hung up, Marce.
But I did it to protect you.

Why do always you do this to me,
Patricia Fernández?

Marce, didn't you hear him?

Didn't you just hear him?

Oh, Marce, the poor guy.

If he had talked to me that night,

I would have understood.

I even would have helped him.

But he didn't call me.

If you don't call,
it's because you don't want to.

He could have sent me a telegram,
a fax, a postcard, a letter,

but nothing at all?

Marcela,

you need to listen to him.

You need to give him another chance.

Why didn't Nicolás show me the video?

Mr. Nicolás?

What is it, Ms. Sofía?

-We're going to have to check your phone.
-Yes.

Why my phone? I have documents on there.

-It's personal.
-Give me that.

Where is it? Give it to me.

Our defenses are going down.

The thing is that Mr. Potato Seller
told us on our podcast

-that you had a video for Ms. Marcela.
-I'm not involved.

Keep me out of it. I know nothing.

He deleted his disks, cassettes,
and every single memory drive out there.

And now he knows nothing.

Thank you for seeing me, Fernanda,
I just feel so weird.

I don't recognize myself.

Relax, Betty. It's why I'm here.

Sometimes we can't control our emotions,
and it all bursts out.

Yes.

I just realized that…

I can't seem to forget the past.

I see that man,
and I feel all sorts of things.

I don't think I'll ever be able
to forgive him.

I still feel so much anger.

Let go, let go.

-This will make you soften your heart.
-Oh, yes.

And it'll make you stop thinking
that the world revolves around you.

I'm scared he might want
to take revenge using Mila.

-Turn over, please.
-Yes.

Betty, do you hear yourself?

You sound like a soap opera protagonist.

I feel like one.

I think it's like a trauma.

Life is giving you a chance to heal,
but you're not taking it, Betty.

The only proposal I want to accept

is Michel's, to go and study abroad.

But of course,
it depends on the Ecomoda sale.

If the Turk buys it.

This spot specifically

hurts people who are unable
to accept their reality.

What a coincidence!

Come, girls. Let's get serious.

-I was just thinking.
-Let's see.

Have you noticed that adults,
when they reach a certain age,

they like trying strange, new things?

-Maybe that happened to Mr. Armando?
-Maybe.

No, wait. It's the 21st century.
Please, let's move forward.

-Armando is beyond that.
-Freddy, look.

See for yourself.

No. Really.

I just don't understand how Mr. Armando
and Ángel ended up like that.

Especially considering that Ángel
still has a lawsuit against Ecomoda.

-Yes. That's true.
-It's very weird.

It's very weird to be kissing

the person who wants
to bring down this company.

No. Excuse me.

You know me,

and you know I'm totally respectful

of diversity and
various communities and such.

But this is too much.
It's like a pandemic.

It makes me laugh.

I can just picture you all

running around the office night and day
spreading love all over the place.

Don't tell me
you're not straight, Gutiérrez.

Don't worry, sir, I'm vaccinated
against that epidemic.

But you're so tiny and flamboyant!

I'm not tiny or flamboyant!

Hello?

Hello.

What are you doing here?

-Me?
-Me?

-Me?
-Me?

No, me. I thought Betty told you.

No, she hasn't.

-I'm here to take her to New York.
-What?

-Excuse me.
-What?

Oh, Armando, I'm so glad you're here,
so you can tell everyone

why you were making out with my ex.

The famous Beelzebub.

Hugo!

Mr. Armando…

-We didn't know…
-What?

Since you're not with Betty, maybe
you're confused about your sexuality.

-Confused?
-Yes.

-I'm sorry.
-Hugo.

Mr. Armando, I think everyone
likes to try new things,

but I never imagined
you'd end up enjoying it.

-Mr. Armando, no.
-I didn't end up enjoying anything.

Don't give me that look.

-Hugo!
-Hugo!

-Hugo, Hugo!
-Hugo, please! Fix this.

Okay, don't worry.

This caveman would love
to be a part of our community.

Just take a look at him,
and take a look at me.

-I don't look like a Louis XVI chair.
-Poor thing.

He wasn't given the gift
of being able to scale a rainbow

and be touched by the gods
of beauty and sensuality.

Hugo.

He's nothing more
than a mere vulgar straight man.

-Hugo.
-If you want to know why we did this,

it was for the sake
of not just all of you,

but myself and Ecomoda.

-But I'm going to tell you…
-Thank you.

…how we set it up. Do you want to know?

-Yes, of course.
-Of course.

That's why I'm leaving this video
as proof of my loyalty, Marcela,

of my honesty.

I won't fail you.

I'll explain once I get back,
and I'll call you from there.

And that's all it recorded.

Can you believe it?

I was rushing to the airport

and trusted
that you were going to get this,

this video, just as… hear me out.

I trusted that you were going to be told
that I had called you from there.

I did believe that.

Marcela Valencia…

I swear on my entire potato crop
that I am not lying to you.

I am not lying.

Stand still, okay?

When I agreed to be your wife,

I knew that this wasn't
your first marriage.

Oh, no.

But you knew that, for me,
marrying again was not just a ritual,

but a decision made with my soul.

That's so beautiful…

And you knew, because I opened up
my heart to you and told you,

that Armando Mendoza
had called off our wedding.

-That's wrong.
-But he…

never stood me up at a notary
like you did.

You didn't think about me!

How can you say that?
My God. It sounds so bad.

I only thought of you,
day and night, at sea.

"What do I do? What about Marcela?
What can I bring her?"

I wasn't lying when I said I wanted
to bring you a dolphin. A live one.

But with the red tape,
they wouldn't let me.

-That's why I agreed with you.
-Right.

Of course.

That's what makes me so angry and sad.

How could you leave that responsibility
to other people?

I'll explain it in your own terms,

this crop has died for lack of irrigation
and excess cold.

Real love always finds a way.

Do you really,
from the bottom of your heart,

think that I would do
anything to hurt you?

You, who are not only the owner
of my potatoes, but the queen of my heart.

You don't just amaze me.

I love you. Listen to me.

Even if I have to crawl my whole life
to show you,

I will. I will crawl.

Well, don't hold your breath.

If I can wait

for 90 to 120 days for a potato to grow,

are you sure I can't wait
a lifetime for you?

Patience is my greatest virtue.

Excuse me.

Sorry to interrupt.

I have news about the Turk.

-Is he chic?
-He is a sheikh.

Exactly.

If we don't do something right now,
the Ecomoda sale might go south.

And since Hugo's issue
isn't getting resolved,

the sheikh decided to lower his offer.

Well, I knew
that good things don't last forever.

Since the conditions had changed,
I let him know

the offer doesn't work for us.

You did the right thing, Betty.

I am interested in selling.

I also think we have to sell.

But I'm not interested in selling.

I'm interested
in what Marcela is interested in.

Pascual, what an insipid comment, please.

Marcela is your wife.
I understand that you might want…

But life will make you pay for it.

You have to understand
you're part of the board,

you're an independent being
who can make decisions.

-Armando, calm down.
-Yes.

That's why, independently, I will decide
whatever Marcela decides. Period.

And as for Mila,
I know that if she can keep

her designer position, she will agree.

I think we're losing focus.

Let's focus.

I told you from the very beginning
that I didn't want to sell.

Especially if the offer
is less than the company's value.

We have to fix our image.

Hugo is about to lose his lawsuit.

Let's do something!

Of course, Armando. I agree.

And I wanted to let you know
that César proposed that

Miraç Ahmed Emir Kerem Khan
Yusuf Yigit, et cetera,

-come to Colombia.
-What?

And what did he say?

What did he say?

Sofía, Miraç Ahmed Emir Kerem Khan
et cetera is sending…

…his representative, and after that…

-They're going to set the price.
-No!

-Yes!
-That's full of hot sheikhs.

-So nice!
-What's all the fuss about?

We're going to be sold for a low price
to the Ottoman Turks, my partner.

Who told you that, Gutiérrez?

Armando, don't be like this.

Let's wait and see what happens
after the rep's visit.

What should we wait for?

I understand why you want to sell.

You're leaving for New York.

To live there. With him.

-Fine.
-How do you know that?

No! I heard you're giving the company
away to the Turk.

And what the hell did you do to Román?

Don't talk to me like that.
I didn't do anything to Román.

-No?
-No.

That's so strange.

Because now he's being
weird and distant towards me

after he talked to you
behind closed doors.

I warned you.

And what did you want me to do?

You practically mopped the floor
with the poor guy,

and who knows what else Dad did to him?

I didn't do anything.

Look,

I understand that you two
have differences,

but the three of us are a team.

And sometimes I get this feeling
that you forget

that I'm a part of this team.

Sweetheart…

Now I do want Ecomoda to be sold.

Do whatever you want.

Is it true that you talked to Román?

It is, but let's talk about it
outside the office, Betty.

-Is it that bad?
-Very bad.

Tonight at my place. Can you come?

-I have other plans, but…
-Mila.

I can check my schedule and let you know.

No…

I'll come… to your place.

ECOMODA
YOU AND I, ALONE?

I made a hachis parmentier
because I know how much you love it.

A what?

Thank you.

A hachis parmentier.

Okay, I'll let you two talk.

I'm making a dessert you're going to love.

Delicious!

-Enjoy, Armando.
-Look.

He's a pastry chef too.

How do we know
he's not giving me poisoned food?

-I'll ask him. Michel!
-No, Betty.

I'm only saying this

because I think he was
very aggressive with me.

Because of the envelope with the photos?

What?

You thought I was g*y too?

Betty…

I just don't understand
how that potato-farming oligarch

-hasn't finished ruining your face.
-Okay, relax.

Nicolás.

Voices. Voices!

I'm going crazy. Pati?

-You heard that, right?
-Yes.

Nicolás!

Lost soul, if you're out there,
manifest yourself.

Pati?

Pati!

Cutie, what are you doing out there?
Come on in.

This is your house. Come in.
What's going on?

-Hi, how are you?
-Nicolás Mora.

-What's this?
-Nicolás Mora, you have been served.

The divorce papers, Nicolás. Sign them.

Pati… No, but…

What's given cannot be taken back.

But…

We do have to admit
that Román ended up being successful.

You aren't eating?

-I'm waiting for the poison to kick in.
-Oh, Armando.

And Román has become successful
because he's changed.

And, in this life, anyone can change.

Regardless, you said
that Román was too old for Mila.

I'm scared he might want
to take revenge on me by hurting my child.

Beatriz, don't you think
that's a little dramatic? No way.

Well, lately, I haven't been
much for comedy.

Do you know what I think?

That Román, trust me, won't hurt Mila.

Actually, Román is going to hurt…

someone else.

Who?

Nice to meet you, Mr. Ángel.

-Oh, no. Don't call me "mister."`
-Okay, sure.

Okay, basically, what I want…

I can't talk right now.

So, what I was about to tell you

is that I'm a crisis management expert.

And I heard on the news,

and, you know, through the grapevine
and all that,

about the plagiarism of your designs.

Yes.

That's a painful thing, and I understand

because I know
what it's like to be walked on.

To be like a mop for others,
like you're never enough.

-That's why you wanted to meet me.
-Exactly.

-Right.
-Because I have to fly to Madrid.

So…

I want us to talk business. Okay?

Because I have a business offer
with my partner in Madrid.

It's business we don't usually handle

-But you…
-That's me.

You handle it well,
because it's a design company.

And in my experience,
a scandal is a good seed.

So we would like to represent… you.

As a designer.

What do you think?

I feel like crying.

-Don't cry.
-Yes!

Because it's all I've ever wanted.

To rise without hurting anyone.

Exactly.

Can I give you a hug?

-No, I mean…
-I want to hug you.

-Okay.
-Thanks.

-Thanks.
-Thanks.

-Thanks.
-You're so hot.

Can you imagine my name
on every catwalk in Europe?

Ángel Pulido.

And I'll be happily creating designs
for my divine Román.

Sure, but…

do you really think…

you have the talent to start
working as an international designer?

Of course I have the talent.

But I won't need it

because I have all of Hugo's designs.

All of them? You didn't tell me that.

Oops, sorry.

And when I say all of them,
I mean all of them.

I have the Tribute designs,

I have the sketches from the past,
the present and the future.

I don't do anything without a plan either.

I'm a fast learner.

Yes, I can see that.

Oops!

Breaking news. I have confidential
information on Ecomoda.

It looks like a bombshell
was just dropped.

A new bombshell.

Baby, pray.

Pray that your plans and mine align.

What do I have to do

to make my parents stop seeing me
as a 12-year-old?

-Listen to what Armando Mendoza did.
-What?

We were at a family gathering,

where I'm introducing my boyfriend, Román.

And Armando up and took him away.

I don't know what he did to him,
but Román is now asking me for time.

-He must have done something.
-To think things over.

-He said something to him.
-He won't answer.

My God.

Relationships between parents-in-law,
daughters-in-law, and sons-in-law.

-What a topic for our podcast.
-Right?

Or girls who like cradle-robbers.

-Oh, Sandra!
-He's too old for you.

-It's not too many years.
-Girls!

-March. The revolution is about to start.
-Yes, ma'am.

-It's just 18 years.
-Gather around, please.

-It's not that many.
-Of course not.

Well, as you may know,
we're expecting a visit from…

From a sheikh.

No, no. One Turkish man, a Turk.

…of a potential international buyer
for Ecomoda.

Mariana, you, as head of special events,

will be in charge of organizing the event

to welcome the representative
to Latin America.

Perfect, Betty.

On the other hand, Michel kindly offered

to get in touch with the band
that will play during the event.

-Lovely!
-That's so nice! Party!

And while we're at it, we can celebrate

that Michel, from now on,
will be our executive producer.

Bravo!

My God! That Frenchman is everywhere.

One question, Mancho.

Do you say "everywhere"
or "le everywhere"?

-Keys.
-That's not right.

-Give me the keys, fool.
-Don't yell at me.

Mancho…

Can you ride a motorcycle?

Are you sure nobody followed you?

-I don't think so.
-You don't think so?

Oh, Armando, I'm doing the best I can.

Okay, let's go.

Are you sure about this?

As sure as you wanting
to live in New York.

Or are you not so sure anymore?

Ready? Hold on tight.

I'll get Betty to accept you,

but you need do me a favor.

Is something standing
between Betty and me?

Yes, Michel. Death.

That's why I want to take you to New York.

You can't imagine what's going on.

Betty, please, come outside with me.

Have patience. Breathe!

Meet the sheikh's representative, my God!

Blood will be spilled here!

BETTY LA FEA, THE STORY CONTINUES