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Oh, no. What's all this doing here?

Betty, I'm sorry for not telling you,

but we had to hide the new collection in here.

Hugo can't see his designs on the fabrics we chose.

I need a favor.

In 20 minutes, take all of this through the back door

of the dressing rooms, OK?

Hugo can't see it. Take everything.

-OK? -Yeah.

-OK, I can breathe again. -You feeling better?

I did it, Mrs. Julia! We hit it big on the stock market!

Mrs. Julia!

You're so crazy, Nicolas.

What a delicious tamale. We're going to keep eating these,

but in the Hamptons, or cruising on a yacht in Miami.

-I swear! -Oh, sure.

As if you were dealing with that much money.

You're right.

I'm still grateful, though, Mrs. Julia.

You have to accept everything positive and be grateful to the universe.

Why do you think I'm always eating?

Why?

Because I need to feed my army of neurons up here.

It's not for nothing.

What's with the face, Armando?

Are you stressed out?

There's no need to be. This is going to be a guaranteed success.

It's my first collection as president of V&M.

I've dreamed of this project for many years.

I know. And what a success it will be.

I know this project is ambitious, but after seeing Hugo's designs

and the fabrics you'll be working with, success is yours.

-I hope so, Catalina. -Of course.

-I only have one question, Armando. -Yes?

If this is your pet project, why aren't Roberto and Margarita here?

I didn't want to bother them. They're relaxing.

Plus, this is a closed runway show

with the buyers you helped gather for me.

It's a test for my collection before the market and media launch.

I'm so proud I'm able to work with you on this.

-Relax and enjoy your success. -Yeah.

Let the good vibes flow.

Thank you. I like that one.

This isn't it.

Ines, do you know anything about my dresses?

No, nothing. They simply haven't arrived yet.

It's like you're the least important person here.

When I was a model, the runway shows were much better.

I'm sorry, but I'm the star here.

Do you see?

You should be out there, not back here dressing models.

Fabi, you're not helping at all. Today is a big day.

My dresses just aren't here yet.

I'm only telling you because I want to protect you

and because I love you.

Armando apparently has other interests,

or the clothes would be here already.

No way.

Can someone please explain why we can't see the show?

I need to see that jerk's collection.

I want to see it, too.

I can't stand Hugo, but I love his designs.

Sorry, girls, my boss said it was a closed show

and that we couldn't go.

Why not?

We always see the shows. I don't understand.

What part of "private" don't you understand?

This runway show is only for people who actually matter

in this company.

What would you know, you twig in heels?

You're useless anywhere they put you.

You're just jealous of me, fatty.

Crow all you want. You're not going, anyway.

Marce, would you please enlighten these ogres

and tell them that they're not invited to the show?

Ladies, this is a private show for clients only.

I promise you'll be invited to the next one.

Mariana, Patricia, I'll see you in the showroom.

That should clear up who's who, you hags.

Listen up, you peroxide pain in the ass.

We may not be going, but you know who is?

The president's executive assistant. In other words, your boss.

-Your boss! -Boss, boss!

Ugly Betty will never be my boss. Not today, not ever.

Boss!

The coast is clear.

Hey!

I'm sorry, my beloved panacea of knowledge, but excuse me.

Why all the mystery? We're not breaking the law. What's up?

-Follow me. -But...

I need you to take care of Hugo.

He's going to see the collection eventually.

He always dresses his models.

We need to keep him occupied and avoid a scandal.

Take him, pop open a bottle of champagne,

get him drunk... do whatever it takes.

He won't let me.

Hugo never drinks before his shows.

Then kidnap him, drug him, do whatever it takes.

Hugo needs to stay in the showroom.

Hugo, come. I want to introduce you to the new buyers of your collection.

They're asking about you.

I don't want to leave. My dresses haven't arrived yet.

They will any minute now. Don't worry.

You know I can't lie to you.

We had some trouble with the shipping, but everything's been worked out.

Are you really not hiding anything from me?

Hugo, everything is fine.

Do you think Armando and I would be so calm

if there were a problem?

Enjoy your night.

Today, you'll show the Manhattan elite that you're a star.

Believe me, what you're about to see is a revelation.

You've never seen a runway show like this.

My lovely damsels...

The clothes are here, girls! We have a show!

The garments that will adorn these svelte physiques, Ines...

-Thank you, thank you. -Do you need any help?

Out you go, Giovanny. Hurry up. Oh, my!

Thank goodness you brought the clothes. My nerves were killing me.

Let's see.

-Betty. -What?

There's been a mistake.

Hugo needs to see this.

Please don't tell him anything, Ines.

This isn't the right fabric.

I know, but it was the best we could do with our budget.

This is very serious. Hugo needs to know.

Mr. Armando doesn't want any problems.

How can I hide something like this from Hugo?

He's the designer. This collection is his dream.

Look at this! This is supposed to be a cocktail dress.

Look at the quality.

It looks like flea market clothes. I know Hugo won't allow this to go out.

I know, but it was Mr. Armando's order.

Betty!

Ines, I understand you. I really do. But try to understand me.

We can't dress the models in clothes that won't make it to the market.

Please help me and just calm down.

Please.

-Fine, fine. -Thank you so much.

Is everything all right, Ines?

You look worried.

No! Just stressed.

-Yeah. -Stress? Where's Hugo?

He must be in the showroom. Look for him there.

-These must be the dresses. -Yes, they are.

We're going to start dressing the girls now,

so please go to the showroom.

Thank you.

OK, girls, get dressed. The show is about to start.

Excuse me, I'm going to steal him for just a sec.

I'll bring him right back.

Excuse me.

What is it?

Drink this glass of champagne before I tell you...

No, I don't like to drink alcohol. It makes my gayness more noticeable.

The clothes are here.

Oh! That's great news.

-No. -What?

Armando's hideous assistant brought it.

Something strange is going on back there.

You should--

That atrocious troll is going to hear it from me.

Where is Hugo going?

To the restroom. He'll be right back.

Ines! What is this girl doing here?

Get your filthy, disgusting, hideous hands off my designs.

Who let her in? Who let this girl in?

She was helping me with something, but she's leaving now. Right?

-Yeah. -Yes.

What are you doing here?

You should be out there with the buyers.

-I can take care of this. -Ines.

I see that these are my designs. I recognize the colors.

But the fabric is scratchy.

Why is the fabric scratchy? What's going on here?

Where are you going?

Get over here.

You came to this company to ruin my career.

You're a snake!

Where are my dresses?

-You thief, give them back. -No, no!

Where are my dresses?

-I had nothing... -Where are my dresses?

-It wasn't my fault. -Thief.

I hate your hair! It looks like a gorilla's armpit!

What's going on here? Let Betty go.

She's a fashion assassin!

Look at the crime she committed with my designs.

Calm down. We can talk about it--

I'm not going anywhere. Ines, take the clothes off these girls,

give them to the handyman, and you, handyman, burn them.

Nobody's touching those clothes.

The models will be walking the runway

because we have customers out there waiting.

Armando, they're expecting them to come out

wearing my designs, in the fabric that I selected.

I don't design for secretaries.

Hugo, V&M couldn't afford the fabric that you wanted.

What? If they don't walk out in that fabric, there's no runway.

That's my decision.

But not mine, and I'm president, and we do as I say!

Please listen to me.

Open your heart and listen to me.

This is my debut in the fashion world

designing something other than lingerie and bathing suits.

-I know. -You're going to ruin me.

They have to walk out in the fabric I selected.

That'd be criminal!

The entire production run was made with that fabric.

Many people's jobs are at risk.

Sometimes things don't turn out how one would like.

Let's wait and see how the buyers respond, and you calm down!

These models...

Does your father know about this?

Steve...

Armando, you lied to me.

You showed me the good fabric to then present such... mediocrity.

I have a reputation to maintain.

You made me look like a liar to everyone.

We'll talk later.

Efrain.

My portraits.

Where are the pictures of me?

How could you crumple us up and throw us in the trash, Efrain?

-Come on, Chubs... -Don't call me Chubs!

Sorry. Calm down and take a deep breath.

-Come on. -I'm going to kill him.

-Hugo. -What are you doing here?

Wasn't that farce you created out there enough?

-Let me explain. -What are you going to explain?

How you permanently destroyed my career as a designer?

Don't take it so personally. Please understand--

I don't feel like understanding!

You're a cheat and a liar.

And I don't feel like working for someone like you.

I quit.

You quit? OK. Great. I accept your resignation.

What? Are you crazy? Hugo, don't. We need you.

No, let him take his histrionics and delusions of grandeur with him.

You're not the only designer.

New and better ones graduate every day in New York.

You are not irreplaceable, you understand?

-Fabi. -Yes?

-Let's go. -No.

I won't listen to another word out of this man.

-Step aside. -Don't go, Hugo.

Do something, Armando. Stop him.

-I will not. -No?

Then find someone to do my job, too.

I also feel cheated and lied to.

I quit.

Ines.

Have you seen Armando?

No, he's not here.

Thank you.

Daniel?

What do you want, Patricia? Do you have anything worthwhile?

Yes, and it's a bombshell.

Patricia.

Ugly, you can't scare me like that. You're going to give me a heart attack.

-Sorry. -You need something?

No.

Give me one second.

Mr. Armando?

No, Betty. I swear I didn't see him leave.

Mr. Mendoza is still in the building.

Are you sure, Wilson?

Very?

I keep calling and calling, but he won't answer.

Where could he be?

I'm getting my things because it's late anyway,

but if you see him, let me know.

-Sure. -OK.

My kids.

My little kids.

Sofia?

What are you doing here?

He crumpled us up, Charly.

He tore us up and threw us in the trash.

Look, our first day at the company.

We mean nothing to him.

He doesn't care about his kids.

Or me.

Or you.

The family we had... no longer exists.

From now on, it's just me.

Just me and my kids.

Sofia, look at me.

Look at me, Sofia.

You are not alone.

You and your kids can count on me.

You have me.

Mr. Armando?

Mr. Armando...

I screwed up, Betty.

I failed.

Don't say that, sir. You're incredible. The best.

What happened today was a tiny setback.

I screwed up.

I failed.

I failed my father, my family, Marcela, and my employees.

Hugo's right, I am a fraud.

I lost everything, Betty.

No, that's not true.

Tomorrow is another day, and I'm sure we'll find a solution.

Today was the biggest failure of my life.

I'm an idiot. How could I think we'd be successful using that fabric?

But the designs were very pretty. Not everything was that bad.

Don't try to make me feel better.

Didn't you see everyone's faces at the fashion show?

Tomorrow is another day, and I know that you will find a solution,

like you always do.

Besides, you know you can count on me for anything.

Armando.

Marcela?

Catalina, I thought you'd left.

Marcela, what are you doing here?

Well, nothing.

I was going to turn off the light, but I'm leaving.

-Goodbye, Catalina. -Please, Marcela.

I suppose you hate me, too.

Hate is a feeling that hurts the hater more than the hated.

So no, I don't hate anyone, not even you.

I simply wanted to talk to you before I left.

-Can we? -Of course.

I was just leaving. Excuse me.

-Good night, Betty. -Good night.

See you tomorrow, Betty.

Well, could I at least pour you a drink before you scold me?

Yes, you can. Pour yourself one, too.

No, I'm still in the building.

Patricia, I told you not to call me over nonsense.

This isn't nonsense.

Hugo's collection was a failure, and it's all Armando's fault.

It was awful. Every customer left without buying anything.

What?

Were Margarita and Roberto in attendance?

Obviously not.

They're in Italy and probably unaware of the fashion show.

OK, Patricia. I need details. We'll see each other at your place.

No way. I've got a bunch of commitments,

so tell me, shall I finish telling you about it or not?

Fine, keep going.

So Armando gathered

a select group of important customers to present the collection to them.

They couldn't wait to stampede out of here and not buy anything.

The designs were pretty because Hugo did design them, after all.

But the fabric! Horrible!

Water with some sugar in it.

I don't know where I read that sugar water is good for one's nerves.

Anyway, it's all I have to offer you.

Do you feel better?

Charly, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for...

It's just...

I'm having a hard time dealing with the divorce.

I don't know.

Listen,

I was thinking that...

maybe I could help with the kids' expenses.

I could pay for the soccer league,

and now that summer's coming up, I could pay for summer camp, too.

No.

No. Of course not.

That's what... their father is for.

Yes, Sofi, but I can do it.

No, Charly.

If Efrain turns his back on us,

I can get a job working weekends.

I will provide for my kids by myself.

I mean it.

You're such a good friend.

It's good whiskey. Sorry I don't have any ice.

Armando.

Sorry, I was coming to say goodbye, but I see I'm interrupting.

No, Ricardo, please pour yourself a drink and join us.

That way I kill two birds with one stone,

because I have no doubt you were well aware

of everything that went down tonight.

Well, Catalina, go ahead.

What was all this about?

How can you launch your first prêt-à-porter collection

using such subpar fabric?

I thought you'd be as serious and professional

as your father was.

I saw the original designs.

They were fantastic. Hugo's work was impeccable.

Did you think we wouldn't notice you pulling a bait and switch?

What can I say? Honestly, yes.

We thought the designs would withstand a lower quality of fabric

and that the buyers would respond better than they did.

This is a very costly mistake, Armando.

Those buyers own the most prestigious

department stores in this city.

Now, they have a dreadful impression of the collection and of you.

And to top it off, you get in a fight with the designer.

Don't talk to me about that unbearable diva.

What if Hugo goes to the press?

The scandal that'd break out would end whatever prestige V&M has.

Is that what you want to do to your father's legacy?

Hi, Danny.

I heard the collection was a disaster.

Daniel, I'm not in the mood.

All the same, we still have to talk about it.

I'll be waiting for you at Le Blanc.

Fine, I'm on my way.

I don't know how, but you have to get Hugo back.

That's impossible. Hugo hates me now.

Oh, please. Spare me.

You are a master manipulator, and you know Hugo very well.

You know what you have to do to get Hugo back.

That's easy.

Kneel and kiss his feet.

You're going to have to after this evening.

Here's my final piece of advice before I go.

Get Marcela back.

You need her.

She's a great marketer,

and she's the woman you're going to marry.

So don't wait until tomorrow.

Do what you must tonight to get her back.

Yes, I will.

It's a night of humiliation,

and I'm going to humiliate myself in front of you.

Would you... ever work with me again?

I don't think so.

I learn quickly, and I never make the same mistake twice.

You do the same... think about the mistakes you made today.

I'll leave you for now.

Take care,

and behave yourselves.

What are you doing? Waiting for a taxi?

What a night, huh?

Ines, please forgive me.

I didn't mean to get you or your boss in trouble.

I was just following orders.

Yes, I know.

I've also had...

bosses for far longer than you,

and they also gave me orders. Many orders.

But there are orders, and then there are orders,

and... you covered up a lie, Betty.

You hurt someone,

and that's not good.

It's not good to go through life accumulating enemies.

But I'm not accumulating them.

They just find me.

Want something to drink?

You wanted to see me? Well, here I am.

Marcela, I had nothing to do with what happened tonight.

It's all Armando's fault, so you have no reason

-to behave like that. -OK, sorry.

-I'm sorry. -Relax.

All I want to know is what happened.

Hugo designed a luxury collection,

but the fabric wasn't what he'd selected.

It was a disaster, Daniel. No one bought anything.

Really?

And you didn't notice the mistake?

Of course not.

Question: did Margarita and Roberto know about this presentation?

No, it was a private show for...

Thompson, Parker, and other buyers.

I don't understand what happened.

This presentation was so important.

Sure.

Armando bet everything on this collection.

That's what he did, right?

He bet the company and lost it.

Oh, please.

I'm serious.

And don't make that face,

because you know what's going to happen.

At the next board meeting,

Armando must step down as president.

Betty, you did your hair. You look so good.

-I feel like I'm with a top model. -Cut it out, Nicolas.

The last thing I care about right now is how I look.

You should've seen it. The collection was... terrible.

Not a single buyer wanted any of the pieces

because of how cheap the fabric was.

That sucks, but the truth is there was no choice.

If you had used more expensive fabric,

you never would've reached the numbers your boss wanted.

No, but now it's worse without any clients.

I don't know what we're going to do.

We? You mean him. You and I are off to celebrate.

I forgot to tell you that BAR Fashion is reporting a profit.

It's minor, but we're still reporting it.

Let's treat ourselves to some hot dog combos.

No way. Just regular.

Come on.

We can't spend money the second it touches our hands.

But it's our first profit.

We need to celebrate, throw a party, pop open some bubbly,

I don't know, make it on the news... something big!

No, no. Even if we had enough to do all that, we wouldn't.

We have to sit still and keep a low profile.

I don't want anyone asking me

how I became a millionaire in two days.

We don't want to raise suspicions,

-especially not from my dad. -No.

-You haven't told anyone, right? -No. What? No.

Well, I did make some business cards.

-Why? -What do you mean?

We're doing business on Wall Street, we need our own cards.

It would be more suspicious to not have any, don't you think?

-Yes. -So what's the problem?

Fine, you're right.

Only pass them out if it's absolutely necessary.

-All right, all right. -Let's go eat.

-Normal. No combo. -Fine.

Marce,

I know you're in love with that idiot.

Excuse me?

I meant Armando.

You need to open your eyes, Marcela.

He obviously doesn't trust you.

Stop, Daniel.

I'm serious.

He keeps you out of all his decisions.

That troll knows more about Armando than you do.

Marcela, are you sure you still want to marry him?

A man who doesn't respect you, lean on you, or trust you?

Come on.

What kind of marriage would that be?

I've had a really long day.

I'm exhausted, so I'm going to go.

All I ask is that you not make a big deal out of all this.

I can't promise you that.

We're dealing with the company we inherited

from our parents, and I'm not going to leave it

in the hands of an idiot.

-Armando. -Armando.

Marcela...

you may not want to hear this, but I'll say it again anyway.

Your relationship... isn't going anywhere.

-Have a good night, brother. -You, too.

Bye.

Marcela won't answer. Who knows where she is.

She hasn't posted anything.

What about Hugo?

Hugo has.

He posted a picture of him with his boyfriend captioned.

He used the hashtags "End of an era,"

"The swan dies," and "Goodbye cruel world."

That's exactly what I didn't want. If he gets drunk, he won't stay quiet.

Let's go get him.

-What? -He's at his favorite club.

We're going to leave married to each other.

I'd rather marry you than be interviewed tomorrow.

Well, I would marry you,

but you have to ask my parents for my hand.

I'm a respectable young man.

Don't be ridiculous. Let's go.

Let's go.

Roberto? How are you? This is Daniel Valencia.

Sorry to call so late, but... I have something to tell you.

It's something very important about V&M and your son.

Would you believe I'd never been to a gay bar?

No.

The music is pretty good.

Let's go find Hugo.

-Watch my back, and I'll watch yours. -OK, OK.

Good.

Our first expedition wasn't so bad.

Did you see him?

-No. Did you? -No.

We're going to have to venture out again.

No.

What's this?

I've already got a suitor.

Tell him we're together. Go ahead.

I scared him off.

So what?

Do you want to leave with him?

Fine, go with him. Leave me here.

Hey, not even Marcela gets like this.

Because she doesn't love you like I do, Armando!

You bought it.

Betty, I'm so glad you're here.

Come grab a slice of pizza.

Well, it's not really a pizza.

It's a tortilla with a bunch of toppings.

It's special, for people on a diet. What matters is that we're celebrating.

What happened?

The neighbors took the money.

I get to keep my license.

-You're going to be able to work? -Yes.

Yes! We already went to go get him work clothes.

We spent all day at Mogollon's Market.

The clothes are so cheap there. You should stop by and look.

That's awesome.

How was your day?

Fine. Same as always.

I've never been more humiliated.

I'm going to drink until I black out and do something crazy.

No, Hugo. You get drunk after just one drink.

Then I'll do something crazy while I'm sober.

Hugo. We need to talk.

Look who's here!

It's the heir pretending to be an executive.

What are you doing here?

Are you here to con me again?

I know you're mad, but we can fix this.

Let's negotiate.

I have nothing to negotiate with a liar like you.

Besides,

what do you have to offer me?

What do you want?

A public apology...

in which you admit that it's your fault the collection was a failure.

No, I can't give you a public apology,

because that would be even more detrimental to the company.

Then a private one.

-Really? -Yes.

Since you can't do it in front of the press,

get on your knees.

Are you serious?

Get on your knees.

I, Armando Mendoza, want to say that Hugo Lombardi's line

was a failure because of a mistake I made.

I didn't give him the materials he asked for.

It's my fault, not Hugo's.

We're not done yet. Get back down.

On your knees.

Whose fault is it?

It's my fault, not the divine Hugo.

I think it was Ugly Betty's idea to buy cheaper fabric.

It's obvious! That's what she's used to.

That woman doesn't have the slightest idea about style or aesthetics.

Or anything. She's a defective pinata.

I don't think so.

It was Armando and Ricardo.

She's not going to do something like that behind their backs.

Who knows?

She's gained way too much power.

I'm assuming you're going to argue with Armando.

I suggest you tell him to fire her.

I quit.

What?

No, no... Oh, no.

Marcela, what do you mean you quit?

You can't quit.

It was the only dignified way out.

Now I'm worried, though.

My family is going to be out of the company.

Daniel can't find out about this, OK?

What? What did I say?

I'm going to get fired!

You haven't thought of me at all!

I am thinking of you.

Beatriz is going to take your position. Armando is going to give it to her.

Think about it!

Fine.

The divine Hugo... forgives you.

We have a meeting tomorrow at 8:00 to start damage control.

-Good luck. -Thanks.

I already quit.

What?

But I just apologized like you asked.

Yes, you and I are at peace.

I won't tell the press anything,

but I want you to know, Armi, that you lost me tonight.

No one's going to pay you what we do!

See that? He's throwing it in my face.

Goodness!

I was planning on going back at some point,

but now...

I want you to attend my bachelor party...

dressed in drag.

Hey, what's up?

Today I want to show you the casting process

for Betty in New York .

Almost one thousand actors auditioned.

Check this out.

I went on a normal audition,

and halfway through, I told the director to ask me questions.

Have you ever had sexual relations with anyone?

No, no. Sexual relations? No, not that.

She thinks the world revolves around her.

She's very dramatic about everything that happens to her.

I wanted to exploit that aspect of her.

And my marriage ended.

Because of a scandal that wasn't even true.

I read the synopsis for the character, and I tried to give her different layers.

As soon as we get married, I'm going to put my foot down

and keep him on a very short leash. You'll see.

I honed in on how bubbly she is and her spark.

Before we begin, why don't we take a selfie?

I remember I auditioned for Bertha

while I was very blonde, not with this hair color.

She talked a lot about what it was like to be chubby.

With so many starving people in the world,

how can so many people throw away food?

There's a lot of confusion surrounding her about what she likes.

I really like men! I love them!

When they said "Cut," for the first time in my 45-year career,

I told myself I did an amazing job.

A new king has been born in the world of fashion.

Hugo Lombardi.

I did a video audition for Betty. It was improvised.

You're so smart, so educated, so pretty.

The first callback was from Telemundo Mexico.

I don't want to stop being ugly.

I went to another callback at a really impressive studio.

Mr. Armando, I promise you have nothing to worry about.

It was the most important casting of my life.

Mexico City, Los Angeles, Miami.

Three hundred actresses auditioned to be Betty, and I got it.

I'm so grateful and so happy.