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BETTY IN NEW YORK

Are you all right?

-Yeah. I'm better. -Yes?

It's just that...

That's never going to happen again.

Betty, you're going to have to learn to control yourself.

You know I'm here for you.

You can count on me no matter how you feel.

Was the kiss... bad?

Armand.

Armand!

Your 11:00 meeting is here.

Mr. Anderson is here.

I think you were invited to the meeting too.

-Please come in. -Thanks.

Sit at the head.

Armando and Ricardo will be here soon.

Okay.

It's great to see you.

We had such a good time last time we saw each other.

Do we know each other?

Of course we do.

We were introduced in the lobby of the MET.

I was married to Mauricio Goldberg.

I don't remember.

How have you been?

Good.

I thought Goldberg was separated.

Yeah, exactly.

I used to be married to him. Past tense.

Right now I'm alone

and you know that solitude in this city is... horrible.

You get me, right?

I mean, as far as I know you're alone too.

You're a widower, right?

We should keep each other company.

I think we could do lots of things together.

We could go to dinner, have a few drinks,

talk about business.

I studied finance at the DUI for three semesters.

That's why I'm here. I'm Armando's advisor.

Uh-huh.

-Jack, how are you? -Armando.

How are you?

I don't think you've met Beatriz Rincon.

She's my assistant, my right-hand.

Patricia, please bring water and coffee for everyone.

Me?

Yes, you want me to do it?

Now that you ask, yes. I'd like that.

I'll go.

Excuse me.

Hey, Marce.

Why aren't you at the meeting with the millionaire?

They're all there, Ricky, Armando, the monster.

They're all there with Mr. Anderson.

Why aren't you there?

Because I have no business there, Patricia.

What do you mean? I'd kill to be there...

with that handsome billionaire.

Hold on.

He's an old man, for God's sake.

You're so superficial, Marce.

There's beauty beyond youth.

And where's his beauty? In his billions?

What's your problem with me today?

You're so sour. What happened?

Nothing. I mean, imagine.

Now I have to put up with Beatriz' private life too.

Can you sign these documents?

Yes, thanks.

Can you believe that her boyfriend had an accident today

and she ran out like a lunatic?

Oh, the poor thing!

Try to understand, Marce. She's so ugly.

If he dies, she'll be alone the rest of her life.

Thanks, Mariana.

I think this one is into Santeria.

Of course not.

Poor Betty. No wonder she ran out.

Girls, do you think Nicolas is seriously hurt?

I don't know.

Information, Marianita. You're so irresponsible.

You can't just drop the headline and leave us hanging.

This isn't gossip. It's just "goss."

The "ip" is missing.

Oh, really? What should I have said?

"Ms. Marcela, give me the 411. The Squad needs details."

Sorry.

Poor Betty.

Bad things are always happening to her.

It's like she has a dark cloud over her.

All right, girls. That's enough.

Now that you know why Betty left,

don't hound her with questions.

Wait for her to tell us.

Wait for Betty?

It's hopeless.

She's so reserved. She won't tell us anything.

If he dies, she won't invite us to his funeral.

-Oh, come on! -Oh.

I don't have a black dress.

Stop it.

The collection has potential. I won't deny it.

But my stores have a different concept.

Right, but V&M can take on any challenge.

Besides, we have Hugo Lombardi's designs

and you know he's talented.

We need to review that closely, especially the profit margin.

Sure.

Beatriz, did a thorough study of potential buyers

so we can make a solid investment

and create an appropriate commercial model.

-Beatriz. -Huh?

-The study. -Oh, right.

-Yes. -Here it is.

Sorry.

We'll give you time so you can review it with your advisors

and then give us an answer. Sound good?

If we close this deal,

the collection will have to be really special.

Our target will be very exclusive.

-Okay? -Great.

All right, you'll hear from me soon.

Thank you for everything, Jack. See you.

At this very moment, Jack is meeting with Mendoza

to make a deal with V&M.

His lawyers have a proposal ready.

It'll be a collection of exclusive clothing.

No, Mata.

As Jack's advisor, you're going to stop that deal.

I know V&M isn't doing well.

I don't want anyone to help Armando.

But that wasn't my mission.

I'm keeping my end of the bargain.

Jack met with the president of the textile company in India.

He's about to sell.

I've encouraged him, persuaded him,

-and convinced him... -Mata!

Stop it.

before the market reactivates and they realize it's a trap.

I'm risking my neck here.

If anyone finds out I'm a corporate spy,

I could go to jail, to the clink, to the slammer...

Mata! You won't go to prison.

Besides, I don't know why you're complaining.

You'll get a good commission, one like never before.

And remember, you're building your future

and your independence.

You need to think big, Mata.

Betty.

Is everything all right?

I've never seen you so quiet at a business meeting.

I don't know what happened, sir.

But the study we gave Mr. Anderson was clear.

Yeah.

-Betty. -Huh?

Tonight, you and I are going out.

-Again? -Yes, it's necessary.

We need to talk about what's going on between us.

It has to be far from the company.

We haven't been able to talk here.

What if they suspect? Is it wise?

We have to do this. It's necessary, okay?

We'll meet at yesterday's place.

What will I say at home?

You work in fashion. It's normal for you to be busy.

See you there at about nine.

-Yes? -But isn't that too late?

I have to make an appearance at a cocktail party,

but as soon as I'm done, I'll go meet you, okay?

Betty, don't let me down. Can I count on you?

I'm going to take in the bust so it's perfect.

Look at you. You look beautiful.

Girls, before I forget, you have to tell me.

Is it true batrachian has a boyfriend?

Yes!

And according to the cheapie platoon,

the man is swimming in cash.

No, no, I don't believe it.

That's what I said. I don't believe it.

Only a complete loser could be attracted to that bat!

People have different tastes, Patricia.

Nah!

Besides, who could be her boyfriend?

Possibly someone awful like her.

Can you imagine if they decide to procreate?

Ugh.

We're all set here.

-How are you feeling? -I love it!

Now, I need you to promise you won't gain a single ounce

from now until the wedding.

If there ever is a wedding.

Ow!

Hugo, you hit me hard! What's your problem?

-That was a mean comment. -Yes.

And coming from the supposed wedding planner?

Your friend is no good. Get rid of her.

It was a joke.

You look beautiful.

I'm going to change.

All right, tell me something.

Why are all bottle blondes so jealous?

I admit I was drunk,

but it was the hardest thing I've ever done.

It was the only way I could lie to Betty.

Hey. Are you listening to me?

Yeah. Sure.

I was just thinking about how to respond in a concrete

and precise manner. Here's what I came up with.

If it's that hard, you'll have to do the same tonight.

Take her to the same place from yesterday,

the one I suggested. Okay?

What if I take her another day?

No, no way.

Remember, this Nicolas guy is in her house.

You need to find a way to trump the strategic edge

that he has over you.

Easy for you to say. You're not in my shoes.

I had to do it with crazy Patricia.

Did you forget?

It's your turn at bat.

For this lie to work, you need to sell it.

The only way to do that is to make this a full contact sport.

Stop comparing.

I don't know if you're a VP anymore,

or a sports commentator or a pimp.

I'm all three, and your strategist.

Take Betty to the same secret place.

Give her a couple of kisses. Not one, a couple.

-Two? -Yes.

And don't complain.

The worst one was the first and you already did it.

You weren't even drunk. Relax. You can do it.

-Two? -Two.

Betty, I can come with you to the hospital to visit Nicolas.

Oh, yeah! I'd love to go too.

That way I'll meet Nicolas.

No, he's feeling better and...

Girls, don't push it.

Can't you tell Betty wants to be alone with her boyfriend?

Betty, don't listen to them. They're dying to meet him.

Ines, don't act like you don't want to meet him.

Betty, don't you have his picture so we can see him?

Yeah!

No, like I mentioned before, he's not big on social media

or pictures. He's not into selfies.

Good for him.

What's the point of taking pictures

of every little thing you do throughout the day?

No, she wants to be with him alone. Am I right, Betty?

Well, enjoy it while you can.

You know that all men eventually screw up

and nothing lasts forever.

Oh, God!

Away with that negativity, Sofia.

Get rid of it!

Yeah. Go away, dark cloud.

Betty, people talk from experience.

Oh, that's rich coming from the single one

who's had plenty of stable relationships.

Sure, I might be single,

but that's only because I haven't met my Prince Charming,

but when I do, we'll be together forever.

I've put it out there in the universe

and now I just have to wait.

Girl, keep having fun with your man.

That's exactly what I'm going to do.

Bye, girls.

-Bye. -Bye, Betty.

-Bye. -See you.

It's so obvious she's smitten with Nicolas.

-Let's go, girl. -So cool.

-Isn't love great? -Let's go.

I want that too.

Cool it.

We're closed!

Coming!

Coming!

Lovebug!

What happened?

What's wrong?

-Lovebug, you won't believe this. -What?

That flabby old ex of yours hired the best divorce lawyer.

She wants you to pay an anemone.

-A what? -An anemone.

You know, what the court makes you pay her.

That. And chai support.

Yeah, chai support. Oh, honey!

She wants you to leave you out on the street,

like a chicken with no feathers.

-You came. -Obviously.

This is a very important engagement.

Where'd you leave her?

Who?

Betty.

She's waiting for me over at the secret place you told me about.

Now go walk around.

Let the rich and famous see you

so you can then go give the owner of V&M

the treatment she deserves.

Give her her quota of kisses and sweet nothings

to keep her happy.

All right. It's not funny.

I'm growing tired of your jokes.

That's enough.

You can't take a joke, bro.

Don't be upset.

I'm just trying to boost your mood.

Come on. Text her.

No... Ricardo!

Tell her that you're thinking about her

-and that you'll be there soon. -No.

Bro, I'm not sure if you know,

but women love those little gestures,

especially the ugly women.

By the way, don't forget to add the kiss emoji.

-Okay. -That one.

Wish me luck.

Hi, Betty. Don't go anywhere.

I'll be there soon.

That's so sweet.

Don't worry, Mr. Armando. I'll save you a seat.

Catalina, you look beautiful as always.

I love your dress.

Beautiful! I love your shoes.

Thank you, darling!

That's why you two will always be my favorite duo.

Hey, Armando. How's your assistant doing?

-Betty? -Yeah.

She's great. I think.

Why do you ask?

Because she stopped in the middle of the road

and start twirling and yelling, "He kissed me! He kissed me!"

She even fainted.

She was very excited. She could barely hold it in.

She must be really in love with her boyfriend.

I guess he must've kissed her for the first time.

I was really moved by her excitement.

No one does that anymore.

He's a lucky guy.

Let's hope he can value her.

It's obvious Betty adores him.

Oh, Miss Juli.

If I were you, I'd have a talk with Betty.

Last night she came home late and tonight as well.

What's going on?

She had an event. She called to let us know.

Oh, really? That's what they're called now?

What are you talking about? Explain yourself.

Well, Mr. Deme.

First it's an event and then it becomes a habit.

Betty should rent an apartment in Manhattan.

It'll sure be cheaper than coming and going.

Hey, hey, you greedy-guts.

That's my daughter you're talking about!

Not your cousins!

All right, that's enough or you'll end up fighting.

Nicolas, finish your tamale in silence.

And you, calm down.

It's good for Betty to go out and have fun from time to time.

Well, if you'll excuse me, I have to go.

I have a long day tomorrow.

It's too bad you're leaving.

I'll call during the week so we can have lunch.

-Perfect. -See you. Bye.

Buddy, she's crazy about you. Very good.

Let's go! Let's go!

Thankfully she didn't say your name

or all of Manhattan would know.

Yeah.

And that was just a kiss.

Imagine what'll happen later. Can you?

I don't want... What?

All right. Sorry.

I'll stop torturing you.

Just tell your mistress to be more prudent

and stop telling everyone about her private life.

Okay. I have to go now.

I'm going in for Round 2.

Olé! Let's go, matador.

Have no fear. Go get her.

-Olé! -Go get who?

Hey, hey, hey!

Calm down.

Marcela, honey, what are you doing here?

You said you weren't coming.

I changed my mind.

Aren't you happy to see me? Aren't you going to say hi?

Of course. You look beautiful.

Right? She looks beautiful.

-Spectacular. -Thanks. That was the idea.

Who were you two talking about?

-Who were we talking about? -No one.

-About you! Obviously! -Of course.

-Who's calling you? -No one.

Why'd you turn your phone off? Why'd you decline the call?

It's nothing.

One of the suppliers won't stop hounding me.

I'll call them tomorrow.

I'm going to show you the painting I loved.

The lawyer can't be that good.

Sofia doesn't have enough money for an expensive lawyer.

You don't get it.

Marcela Valencia is the owner of V&M

and she hired the best lawyer for her.

She'll pay for her services.

-Really? -Yes!

She'll keep your business. You'll see.

You'll end up living in a cardboard box,

smelling of poop.

-Oh. -Yeah.

At least I have options.

-What options? -Options.

What other options?

-Now you want to know? -Tell me.

In the movie with the flying saucer,

I was shot with laser beams on the head, but I ran away.

People don't know if my character is dead or alive.

Technically, I'm still alive.

If the movie gets a sequel, they'll call me!

I'll have a job.

Don't you think?

Oh, Jenny! Please.

I'm not in the mood for alien stories.

Help me fix our problem.

I already told you to divorce the saggy old hag

and sell the house.

That's it.

It's too complicated.

I don't know how I'll manage,

but I promise Sofia won't be beat me.

I know how you'll do it.

It's simple.

You just have to listen to me and follow my instructions.

Marcela, I didn't know you were coming...

much less looking this beautiful.

You've got bad intentions, don't you?

-Me? No, not bad. -Uh-uh.

-I have very, very bad intentions. -Ah.

So tell me, what are you planning?

Well, tonight, you and I are going to be very bad.

What are you doing? What's this?

-I'm recording us. -I can see.

What for?

So we can remember.

I'm making a video

for our bachelor and bachelorette parties.

-Ah. -Yes.

No, I don't like videos.

You know I don't like selfies or social media.

Don't be such a grouch, Armando.

-I don't like it. No. -Just one, honey.

What for? What do you want a video for?

Come on, honey. Just one kiss.

Yes. Oh, that's nice.

Good enough?

-Come on. -Stop it.

Betty, I'm sorry.

Things got complicated. I can't go.

Hey!

That's enough!

Stop!

Stop it!

That's enough, both of you!

Calm down or get out!

Enough.

Where are you?

On my way home.

Look. Do you like the filter?

-You posted it? -Yeah.

I thought you said it was just for us.

It is, and so everyone will know what a good time we're having.

What's wrong? Everyone does it. Does it bother you?

I think it's very childish.

You know I don't like parading around my private life.

I love it because I have nothing to hide.

I mean, if you don't want us to be seen together,

I'll delete it.

-Marcela, please! -Marce, I hadn't seen you.

-You look beautiful. -You too as always.

Armando, I thought you'd be home by now.

-Marcela showed up, so I'm still here. -Yes.

Good job.

I love seeing you two together.

You're the loveliest couple here.

I can't wait for the wedding. Will it be this year?

Well, the gentleman here can answer that.

-Okay. -We still don't have an exact date.

The new collection has complicated things a bit.

Armando, you're making excuses.

You guys can plan the wedding in a jiffy

if your set your minds to it.

You know what? Don't worry.

-I'll handle it. -No!

I can be your wedding planner.

-I'll die. -You like the idea?

-I'll die! -Yes?

I mean, Patricia will die because she asked first, but...

I mean, I adore Patricia, but we know she's a bit...

complicated.

-You're wonderful, you're perfect. -Good.

See you.

Is everything all right?

What's wrong? Did you see a ghost or something?

No... Yeah...

See you later.

Here you go.

What are you doing?

I was just saying goodbye to Wilson.

-To Wilson? -Yeah.

But we were going to have some beers.

He must've forgotten because he just ran out.

But we had plans.

Something must've happened.

He was acting strange. Looked like he was in a hurry.

Really?

Did you pick up the weights? Come on.

Honey.

Honey, just a sec. Excuse me.

I'm going to the office to pick up some things I left.

-See you at home. -Absolutely not.

I'll go with you.

I'm not leaving you alone tonight.

It's okay. I'll be quick.

Nuh-uh.

I have a surprise for you tonight

so I can go with you and then we can go home, okay?

Okay.

So the colors...

Look, Nico.

"Russian matryoshkas for sale."

What are those?

Those Russian dolls that are placed one inside the other.

You think it's because of the World Cup?

-No idea. -Look at this one!

-What? -"Young man with bicycle wanted."

No, wait. "Bicycle man."

I wonder what they mean.

-I don't know, I don't understad. -Hello.

Care to tell me where you've been, Beatriz?

I told Mom I was going to a company event.

Did you stay to do the cleaning?

Look at the time!

Sir, this young lady owes us a lot of explanations.

-Yes. -I don't owe you anything.

Well, I can't sleep if your father is upset.

Look at him!

Explain yourself. What event was this?

It was just...

-Did you drink? -No.

I didn't, but it was a cocktail party.

Besides, Mr. Armando wants to teach me about fashion.

And if I need to learn how to drink to do that,

then I'll do it.

So now you need to be a professional drunk.

Stay out of it!

Just a moment, young lady. I agree with Nicolas.

How can he force you to drink?

That man is wrong!

He's not wrong!

Things aren't just wrong or right!

Things just happen whether we want them to or not!

I would love for life to be perfect like in dreams,

but this is our reality and we have to deal with it.

Daddy, Nico.

Good night.

Relax, Mr. Deme.

Betty's a cranky drunk.

She's just tired.

She had to go to that stinking event

after being at the office all day.

Do you believe her?

No.

What is it?

Close your eyes.

-Wait. -What's going on, Marcela?

What?

Welcome.

What's this? Did you plan all this?

Of course.

Who else?

What for? What's the occasion?

Well, the occasion is that you and me

barely have any time together and since we can't get away,

I thought about giving you this surprise.

Shall we celebrate?

Let's.

What's next?

Don't tell me you're out of practice.

Never.

That's what I like,

for you to never lose your touch.

But I think the champagne is going to get warm.

-Who cares? -Yeah?

-Doesn't care. -No.

He never made it.

In the afternoon he asked if we could meet

in the same place as yesterday, but he never came.

He stayed at the cocktail party with his girlfriend.

It's only logical, right?

What were you thinking, silly?

That what he feels for you is important?

It's not.

It's time to wake up from that stupid dream

that'll never come true.

Why won't she answer?

Who are you texting this late?

Betty.

Since I couldn't pick up the papers I told you about,

I'm telling her to handle it first thing tomorrow morning.

Oh, really?

Beatriz?

I don't believe you.

Look. See?

I'm not lying. Okay?

It's too late to be texting anyone.

I was just giving her instructions.

That's all.

Well, I'm going to turn this off

-Fine -because it's time for us to be together.

Do you think I like arguing all the time?

It seems like you enjoy it.

And lately you don't approve of anything I do.

Because lately you've been neglecting me.

And yes, I hate being neglected.

Armando.

Do you still like me?

Of course I do.

Then...

why don't you prove it?

I don't understand why.

Come in!

Oh!

What? Are you going to lecture me like my dad?

I'm busy.

Betty, that look on your face

is the same one you used to have when you'd get in trouble at school.

What look?

What look? The one on your face.

That look that pretends to hide the chaos inside of you.

You're wrong. I'm just tired.

I'm tired because I was at a very demanding event.

Oh, really.

Betty...

You know you're like a sister to me, right?

And you know that if you ever have issues at work,

you can talk to me about them.

Right?

You just tell me who's giving you a hard time

and I'll come in guns blazing!

Oh, Nicolas.

I wish life were that simple.

Don't worry, though. I'll be alright.

Betty, hug me. I'm cold.

New York is really cold.

Betty,

you know, the lawyers went to V&M today looking for you.

For me? What'd you tell them?

Nothing.

They just wanted their retainer, as always.

But I already warned them

that if they ever show up again without our authorization,

I'll send them straight to... you know where.

Showing up out of the blue! Can you believe it?

No. And I warned them against trying

to convince me otherwise.

They'd better get their act together.

I was very firm so they'd believe me.

I think they bought it.

Oh, Nico. I'm so happy to have you.

Me too.

Hello. You've reached the voicemail box

of the Missile Launch Control Center.

When you hear a beep... Hit the ground!

Hi, Wilson. It's Sandra.

Why'd you leave?

Are you coming back or are you leaving me hanging?

Bye.

What's up? Didn't he answer?

It went straight to voicemail.

Are you into that guy?

Me?

Oh... Am I into Wilson?

-Yeah. -No, of course not!

Stop it!

He's just a co-worker, okay?

Okay, okay.

-Let's go. -Let's.

BETTY, CAN YOU FORGIVE ME FOR NOT SHOWING UP?

BETTY, PLEASE WRITE BACK. WE'LL TALK TOMORROW.

As you already know, each week we bring you an episode

of everything that happens behind the scenes

in Betty en NY.

This week I'll show you something no one has ever seen.

Hi!

Don't try and stop me!

I respectfully let her go.

If you're a decent man, then I'm an astronaut, Ricardo.

I'm sure you can understand why I let her go.

She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

Whenever I see her...

The thought of it makes me want to cry.

The planets are misaligned.

She couldn't care less about astrology.

-Marce, tell them! -What?

Who's your best friend? Who's the coolest?

You obviously.

Patricia, you're the coolest, but I always get the check.

Can we let that be known?

It's not my fault. Being poor is terrible.

My car!

Why are you laughing?

I'm motivating him to laugh harder.

Ms. Patricia. Let me help you.

Come on. I'll help you stand.

Come on.

Let go, you incompetent fool! You let them take my car!

Oh!

Damn it! My shoe got stuck!

The children could have large heads...

She isn't...

Geez, she's awful!

I drag Patricia out because we want to make Betty's dad think

this is Betty's office.

We've shot this scene about 30 times because we keep laughing.

Cut!

He's the director.

And?

What do you mean? Who's your favorite actress?

It's me.

He just has a hard time accepting it.

Sylvia and I really love each other.

Yes.

So much.

Riches and everything good in life ends too soon.

Oh, well. This has too.

It's over now. Tune in next week for more.

Kisses!

What did I ever do to deserve a friend like you?

Could you loan me 10,000 dollars?