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BETTY IN NEW YORK

ON THE PREVIOUS EPISODE

I reached out to a manufacturing company

and they're willing to give us a good deal.

Convince him to accept it. This is what's best for us.

You're going to agree to it, right?

Look, Marcela, I don't know.

You're going to travel to India and put that company to work.

Know who our first customer will be?

-Who, sir? -V&M.

V&M is in no position right now to take that kind of risk.

I've decided not to do the deal with him.

Why not?

Because Betty investigated, and she says there's too much risk,

and I'm going to follow her advice.

Ms. Mustache has more power than you do at your own company.

I hope she tears out her braces and pulls out her mustache.

You influenced Armando to make a decision against my brother.

I only gave my opinion.

Which is the last one you'll give.

I want you out of V&M.

Out, Beatriz!

Are you asking me to leave?

No, I'm not asking. I'm demanding!

First of all, I don't understand why you're even working here.

You should've picked something more your style.

For example, an optician's, a library,

a hardware store... I don't know.

But no, you just had to stick your nose in a fashion company.

Have you looked at yourself?

I mean, really, really looked at yourself in a mirror?

You have no grace. Honestly.

You don't know about fashion, style, or trends.

You don't know anything.

-I know numbers. -Numbers.

Wow!

I forgot about your numbers

and your multiple post-graduate degrees.

The company your brother wanted to hire

is a human rights violator and uses slave labor.

Aren't you ashamed?

Now you're lying and slandering my brother.

Isn't it enough to be Armando's accomplice?

Yes, don't look at me like that. I know Armando has a mistress.

Yes, and you cover for him.

Lie to me.

Tell me Armando doesn't have someone else. Tell me.

When Mr. Armando tells you that he's with me, it's true.

Hi, girls.

-Am I interrupting? -Yes!

You are.

This conversation is between Beatriz and me.

You're bothering us.

-Ms. Marcela, please! -I'm not done talking.

-Marcela... -What?

You're worked up.

I know that. She gets me worked up!

I don't want you in this company!

I want you out!

Get her out of here. I don't want her here.

I don't want you here!

Beatriz, don't listen to her. Must be that time of the month.

Don't worry.

Mrs. Sofia, like we agreed yesterday, you have to

apologize to Ms. Jenny

for your unfounded aggression.

Yes, and I hope you don't do anything to me,

because everyone here knows you're violent and "danger."

You're wrong, Jenny, dear.

I've decided to commit myself to a life of peace

and forgiveness.

I'm taking anger management therapy,

and I'm also doing yoga and transcendental meditation.

I'm changing, and what happened will not happen again.

I'm really sorry I broke your phone

and from now on,

you can trust me, because I'm going to be a co-worker

who is willing to help you with anything you may need,

like the family we are at this company.

Right, girls?

Yes!

Great speech, great!

Wonderful speech! Great speech!

See?

I would also like to publicly recognize you, Mr. Smith.

Your generous opportunity and big heart

have inspired me to not let you down.

-I promise. -I hope so.

Oh, sure, everything is so nice and wonderful.

What about my phone, though?

We agreed that if she didn't return it, she had to leave.

Right, Mr. Smith?

That's right.

Here it is.

Brand new, still in the box.

Not even a fly's footprint on it.

All yours, Jenny, dear.

And sorry again.

All right, OK, very good.

Enough!

Now you know that we have to get back to work.

Sofia, I want to remind you that this is your last chance.

You won't get another.

Don't worry, Mr. Smith.

I'm a woman free of all resentment.

Anger management therapy has worked wonders.

I've only gone to one session,

and I already feel like Mother Theresa.

This sounds amazing,

especially after the success of the last collection.

When will you have the next one ready?

Now, in time for summer.

We can have it ready and in your stores by the end of spring.

That is, if we make a deal first.

We will. You're like family to me.

I think we can come to an agreement

that works for both of us.

You know, you remind me so much of your father, Armando.

I had my doubts about you at first,

but I can see you're doing an amazing job.

Am I interrupting?

-How are you? -Great to see you.

Likewise, Steve.

I saw you from over there and wanted to come say hello.

I've got a call from London.

-What do you want, Daniel? -To talk to you.

I want to know what you've decided.

Let's see.

Oh, girl.

-What's up? -What are you doing?

Checking out my piggy's phone statement.

-What? -Yeah, you heard me.

Checking his cell phone account statement.

There's one number I don't recognize.

Unknown number, unknown number.

Girl, look...

-Hold on a sec. -What?

Don't go looking for trouble.

Take it from me.

That man adores you. Don't start.

Yes, but you just said it.

He's a man, and all men are the same.

No, no, no.

Your man is not the same as my man.

My man is a rat.

I'm willing to go out on a limb for your man.

Well, don't fall down.

Sofi...

I feel like my stomach's sinking.

That's hunger.

No, it's not. I swear.

It's like when my dog Pinole died.

-No. -No, it's not hunger.

It's like a bad feeling.

-Please, lend me your phone. -No!

Give me...

-No, no! -No, Sofi!

I have to make an undercover call.

-It can't be from my phone. -Why from my number?

Because I can't get caught. I can't leave any evidence.

Hello?

It's a woman's voice.

A skinny one!

Well? Nothing?

Nothing at all.

Are you sure his name is Nicolas Ramos?

-Obviously. -Really?

If that's the case, he should have social media

and he doesn't.

He's not on Google either.

You're right. He'd show up.

Of course.

That's so strange that he doesn't have

some kind of connection to work, friends, family... nothing.

I know!

Maybe he's under another name.

-Maybe, Jenny. -Sure.

And if he is, he's probably hiding something.

This smells like fish to me.

You're not accepting my offer?

-It's not viable. -What are you saying?

Financially, it would solve all of V&M's problems.

Probably, yes.

But the social implications are far too high.

To achieve those prices in India,

we'd be resorting to slave labor.

Social implications?

Are you some kind of altruist now?

A Sister of the Poor?

This is a business.

Your bad judgment is going to run us into the ground.

That's my problem.

I'm the president of V&M, and I make those decisions.

All set.

I had a small issue with the currency conversion rate,

but everything's been settled.

-Won't you stay? -No.

-No, he's leaving. -Yes, I have to go.

Enjoy your evening.

Thank you.

Good luck with your new projects, Armando.

You're on top today, but tomorrow you never know.

Bye, Steve.

Damn it.

What's up? Did you break the mouse?

Sorry, man.

I'm in big trouble and can't find a way out.

-With your two women? -Yeah.

They're fighting to the death, and I'm caught in the middle.

And to top it off, guess what? Sofia is dating someone.

What?

How do you know?

How?

Because last night she came home smelling like liquor,

and it wasn't early either. It was really late.

She left me with the kids. Can you imagine?

How do you know she was with another guy?

She was smiling from ear to ear like a high school girl.

She's too old for that nonsense.

What are you laughing at? Don't you have my back?

Sorry, man, but I think Sofia must've said the same

when she found out you were with Jenny.

No, no, no.

It's not the same.

For starters, I'm a man.

Secondly, I never disrespected her like that.

I may have fallen in love with someone else,

but it's pure love.

And once that love was over, I would get home on time.

What she's doing is showing off.

She's not even divorced yet, and she's all smiley.

She doesn't care what her kids or neighbors think.

Knock it off, Efrain.

-No! -Bertha!

Don't let her do it!

Bertha, put that down.

Don't force me to get physical.

Bertha, this isn't you, please.

You'll regret it. Think it through.

Girl, breathe.

Give it to me.

One more step and I'll do it!

I swear I'll do it. I don't care!

It's my life!

I don't care about anything today.

Bertha, no.

He's cheating on me.

My cutie is cheating on me with another woman,

and this is the only thing that can comfort me.

Come to Mommy. She loves you.

No!

Stay back!

Don't eat that, Bertha. It'll ruin your diet.

What's all the commotion?

Oh, no. Gross!

Don't people like you know the difference

between a bathroom and a dining room?

It's not so hard.

Oh.

How do you say that to people like you

without being offensive?

Something along the lines of "folks."

You, you!

Women like you are the reason I'm like this.

The skinny ones are to blame for everything.

Get out of here, you skinny tramp!

Get out of here.

Oh, my God.

Oh, your God!

I'm going to tell Smith, meatball!

Sweetie, relax.

Not another step.

Betty.

Betty?

Bro, if you're looking for Beatriz, she left.

At this time? Where?

Probably to hide.

Marcela walked in and pulverized her.

Marcela? What happened? What'd she say?

-What didn't she tell her? -What?

She was furious about Betty intervening in the India deal.

What's Marcela's problem?

How dare she yell at someone for doing a good job?

Where's Marcela?

In her office.

-Bro, bro. -What?

Before you let her have it,

remember that breaking up won't help you.

If Marcela teams up with Daniel, the company is in danger.

Bro, I'm serious. Promise me you won't fight.

Daniel's probably looking for a way to destroy you right now.

Sweetie.

-What, Mom? -How are you, honey?

Fine.

One of the bosses from your job is in this magazine.

Yes, that's Ms. Marcela. She's Mr. Armando's fiancée.

So this is your boss's fiancée.

They say wonderful things about her.

She's very pretty.

Everything gets touched up nowadays.

Your grandmother wants Nicolas to touch up her photo

so she'll look ten years younger.

Oh, please.

So this is your boss's fiancée.

They were made for each other.

Birds of a feather flock together, right?

Yes.

You know what?

The subway was packed.

I have a headache. I'm going to lie down for a bit.

Go ahead, honey.

Mrs. Juli.

-What's up? -Here you go.

Thank you. This is great.

Is Betty home yet?

Yes, she's in her room.

She seems kind of down.

You don't say.

I'm going to see if she wants to tell me what's wrong.

Hopefully.

Or why she's down. I'll be back.

Care to explain what happened between Beatriz and you?

Did your assistant run and tell you already?

Well, it's best you hear it from me.

You didn't accept Daniel's offer because of what she told you.

-Right? -Yes, but...

But what?

She's an assistant, and you're the president.

When did this woman become the person

who makes the decisions at V&M? Did you think I wouldn't notice?

-It's not like that. -No?

-No. -Then prove it with actions.

Beatriz isn't the only woman who knows about finance.

We can find millions of women like her,

ones just as ugly or uglier.

Hey, you don't have to be so cruel.

Stop that.

Beatriz knows everything that happens in this company.

Don't you think you're being irrational?

Yes, I'm irrational and capricious!

I want you to fire Beatriz once and for all!

-I need time! -How much?

You're not going to convince me or sideline me like always.

No one's indispensable here, much less a secretary!

So tell me, are you going to fire Beatriz or not?

Answer me.

Are you going to fire her or not?

See? Daniel was right.

The owner of V&M is called Beatriz!

Enough already! I will fire her!

-Is that what you want to hear? -Yes! When?

I don't know when! I don't know!

I need our financial problems to ease up.

Calm down.

I can find anyone to take care of the finances,

but Beatriz knows everything that happens at V&M.

Plus, she's handling everything that happens

after Martha left. Sweetie, stop.

I only need a few more weeks until the next board meeting.

-Please. -No, Armando!

You and I are not doing well.

We might seem like a happy, unified couple

on social media and in magazines,

but we both know that something isn't right here.

It's not right!

Nothing is right.

Betty.

You're making a bunch of stupid mistakes,

and I can't let you.

-Deal. -What deal?

I'm going to call off this deal

because I'm not going to wait for you to be banging

your head against the wall. Betty, answer me this.

Is something going on between you and Mr. Armando?

Because if there is, I'll tell you

that guy doesn't truly care for you in the slightest.

And not because you don't deserve it

or because people like us have no right to fall in love.

Have you seen his fiancée, though?

How pretty she is?

She has more money than Mr. Armando could ever spend.

Betty, why would Mr. Armando like you?

Of course!

Because you just so happen to have

the power over both of his companies in your hands.

Betty, this isn't a love story.

It's a business story.

Stop being so naïve, please.

You're right.

And don't tell me you don't want to argue,

because guess what?

I have about 10 to 20 arguments for you.

I don't want to argue, Nicolas.

You're right.

I'll never be the right woman for him.

Never.

Never say never.

Never say never.

Sweetie, you ate the entire bucket of chicken.

You're going to get sick. You shouldn't...

Sofi.

...eat so much.

Nothing tastes good anymore.

It's not the same.

These chocolates don't even taste like they used to.

What I need is my little piggy.

Then why don't you go home and talk to him?

He loves you.

You're his beloved chubster.

That was before!

Now he got himself a skinny girl.

He uses his work trips as an excuse to see another woman.

I saw something like this on Case Closed.

No, honey, no!

What can I do to get all those stupid ideas

out of your head?

Enrique isn't the same as "Efrain-sufferable."

But even their names start with the same letter.

I thought he was different, too, but he's not.

All men go after stupid stick figures!

Tonight I'm going to get to the bottom of everything.

I pity Enrique if I catch him with his hands

on some stupid waif!

What are you going to do?

No, Sofia. The less you know the better.

That way you won't have to lie in court.

Girl...

It was great knowing you.

Wait, don't go. Sweetie, come back.

So Sofia did buy it for you.

How?

On credit, probably,

so she wouldn't lose her job.

At least she got to stay at the office.

You're very interested, aren't you?

No, lovebug, but I would've had to cover all the expenses.

-Don't get jealous. -I don't get jealous.

But that woman has a bunch of "porosity" on me.

-Hello? -Efrain!

You'll have to watch the kids again.

Why?

Are you going to go get drunk like last night?

No, I'm not like you.

I have a friend who's having problems,

and I have to support her. I actually support my friends.

Who? What happened to her?

What do you care? Don't be nosy.

Make the kids dinner, brush their teeth,

and check if their feet stink

because they stink up all the beds.

Bye!

No, wait a second, Sofia!

Sofia? Sofia!

I hung up on her.

Sure, I bet!

Don't you see?

That's the type of woman who sets you up to watch you fall.

Hey.

Everything with Marcela is all set.

Now we just need Betty, and I need your help for that.

My help with the uggo?

No, bro. Forget it.

The only one with the guts

to get handsy with that troll is you.

No, I mean I need you to go out with Marcela tonight

so I can get away with Betty.

-Dude... -What?

You want me to take Marcela out?

Exactly!

Distract her so she won't be calling me like a psycho.

I can't handle both of them at the same time.

-OK. -Yes.

I'm only doing it because you're a good friend.

Thank you, thank you.

What would I do without you?

Sweetie, wait!

If you're not willing to fight to the death

for your best friend, go home!

There's nothing you can do.

My heart is broken.

No, I don't want to stop you.

Well, then?

I'll do whatever you want with you.

Really? You mean it?

Yes. Aren't we BFFs till death?

Oh, Sofi!

You, you, you...

Know it!

Yeah! What are we doing?

Hi, Charly.

-How are you? -Good.

Charly!

I'm glad to see you. Did you bring your van?

Yeah, it's back there.

Would you help a defenseless woman in need?

Her cough's flared up.

Yes. Sure, I'll help you.

Really? This is a real man!

-Let's go, Sofi! -Come on!

-Come along! -Wait for me!

Wait for me!

Thank you for coming.

I didn't think you'd want to see me after everything.

I just found out what Marcela told you,

and I wanted to apologize.

No, don't worry, Mr. Armando.

You don't have to apologize for the things Ms. Marcela does.

Of course I do.

She never should've said that to you.

Not this time, but she has every right.

It's her company.

She's right. She didn't lie to me.

What do you mean?

That I'm taking on responsibilities I shouldn't.

Doing work I shouldn't be doing.

I don't want to be the other woman.

I'm sorry, Armando, but I can't do this anymore.

Yes, honey, I'm leaving the office now.

I had to turn in some paperwork.

You're on your way home, right?

No, you go home.

I have to help a co-worker with something.

I'll go home when I'm done.

You're such a good co-worker, baby.

Don't worry.

Make something to eat. I'll be home soon.

My battery is about to die. I'll call you later.

Who loves you more than anyone?

Kisses, cutie. I love you.

Bye!

Charly, follow him, and don't let him out of your sight.

OK.

What are you saying? You're leaving me?

I'm telling you I'm only going to do my job.

I don't want to keep interfering

in Ms. Marcela's life, her family's, or yours.

No, Betty, you're not interfering in my life at all.

You can't leave me, especially not now that...

Do you want to go talk somewhere else?

Please.

Do you see? He's lying!

He said he was helping a co-worker, and look at him!

I mean, it's not that serious. He's just at a supermarket.

Maybe he's buying something for you.

For me?

I never shop here.

It must be for the other woman.

-Charly. -What?

-He doesn't know you. -What?

-You're my secret agent. -I'm what?

You're my secret agent. You must investigate.

No, what do you mean? No way!

You have to follow him in there and see what he does.

The skinny tramp who wants to steal him might be in there.

What if she works there?

Sweetie, don't be ridiculous! Charly can't get out.

He did enough bringing you here.

He's not your messenger.

You're right.

You don't have to.

-I'll do it. -No, no!

You're not going anywhere. Stay right here.

He's my husband!

Enough! Calm down!

-What? -I'll go!

Sorry, sorry.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

What is it?

What's going on? Did he meet another woman?

Is she skinny?

I couldn't handle it if she's fat.

No, he's alone.

Yes, he's... Where'd he go?

What's he buying?

Milk.

Milk and eggs.

Milk and eggs?

Yes, I think it's for breakfast.

See?

I told you there was nothing to worry about.

What else is he getting?

He's getting insecticide.

Insecticide?

Hey, he might see me. I think he can hear me.

I have to hang up. Bye, Bertha!

Hi, how are you?

Quique, are you on your way? I'm waiting at the usual place.

Don't be long. I really need to talk to you.

The roses are really nice.

Yes.

Hey, do you know where the melons are?

No.

-How about the dough? -No.

Excuse me.

Weird guy.

Here he comes.

What happened?

Why do you look like that?

Everything is fine.

Your husband was getting groceries, and that's it.

Let's go.

He was just buying groceries to take to you at home.

See, see?

I keep telling you, but you're set on your novela stories!

You know what? Let's take her home.

-Yeah, let's go. -Look!

Red roses? I can't believe it.

You didn't say anything about flowers.

Just like a man! You're protecting him.

-No, I'm not. -I'll make him eat those roses.

-No. -Yes!

Sweetie, he left.

If you don't drive, I will.

No, Bertha, move over!

I'll drive!

-Hi, how are you? -Good.

Talk to me.

-You've got the papers? -Yes.

-Can we sign today? -Yes.

Enrique! Is this your co-worker?

Bertha!

You're cheating on me with this poor excuse for a woman!

Don't touch me.

It's like looking at an X-ray.

Calm down. I'll explain.

It's not what it looks like.

What's there to explain?

She has no curves. Look.

It's like she hasn't eaten in a long time.

Don't touch me.

How could you do this to me, piggy?

I want to die!

I want to die.

Ricardo, what are you doing here?

How'd you know I was here?

You've got a bad memory.

We used to come here together in college.

That was a long time ago.

Not that long.

I still remember I'd beat you by like ten laps.

What's with you? I always won.

-I was the best. -Please, Marcela, no way.

We can compete next time if you want.

OK.

Sweetie, sit down and drink something while I explain...

I'm not drinking anything, and I'm not hungry!

You've got some nerve.

Enrique and I have been married ten years!

Sorry, ma'am, but there's nothing going on.

-This is just... -You're having an affair.

I thought you cared about our marriage, piggy.

-Baby, you know I love you. -Baby?

She's your baby!

Linda, I'm terribly sorry. I apologize.

Linda?

You're calling her that in my presence?

-That's her name! -Shut up! Don't yell at me.

It's over. It's over.

Let's see what you bought the young lady.

The cheese that I love so much.

My favorite wine.

Don't touch me, Enrique.

You know what?

That's a lot of ham for such few eggs!

Keep your scrawny beanpole!

Move!

Are you sure?

I'll remind you that you're not in the same shape anymore.

What? I'm in much better shape now.

I'll also remind you that your technique was awful.

-What? I always beat you. -No.

What? I always won!

The only time you beat me, I let you win.

What? You're a fool.

-And you're a babe. -And you're a sycophant.

Yeah.

Go get your stuff. I'm taking you home.

Are you sure you want to compete with me?

Positive.

-Remember this place? -Yeah.

No, Mr. Armando, I shouldn't be here.

-No, no... -I'm going to go.

No, please wait 15 minutes. Give me 15 minutes.

If you still want to leave afterward, I'll accept it.

I promise. And stop calling me Mr. Armando.

We agreed to be less formal.

-OK. -Let's sit down.

There's a table there.

-It'll be quieter here. -Here?

We can sit somewhere else if you want.

-Where do you like? -No, this is fine.

There you go.

-Ready? -Ready.

I really needed this.

The environment at work lately has been tense.

Because of your fight with Beatriz?

Don't even say her name. I hate that woman.

She's unbearable and brings out the worst in me.

Luckily, Armando's agreed to fire her.

He told you that?

He told me... No, he promised me.

Beatriz's days at V&M are numbered.

You think that's smart?

Say what you will, Beatriz has done good work.

Not at all.

All of Armando's problems

have been thanks to that woman's poor advice.

On the contrary, Beatriz has gotten Armando

out of a lot of jams.

Wow, you're Team Betty, too?

Come on, Marcela. Don't say that.

You know I'm always on your side.

Then prove it.

Like it or not, that woman's gone.

Betty, we can't let anyone come between us.

Good evening. How are you?

May I offer you something to drink?

Water.

Water.

I have to mention that it's happy hour

and we have two-for-one drinks.

Two waters.

Two waters.

We also have our lovers' cocktails.

It's romance night. I recommend this one.

It's called "Crazy Romance." We also have "Passion."

Perfect.

Two Crazy Romances, please.

Yes, thank you. Now let us talk.

Thank you.

Betty, I can't believe you're willing to throw it all away

after the lies Marcela told you.

They weren't lies.

She said I think I own V&M. I practically do.

Hey, no, no.

We know that deep down it's not like that.

Either way, she said I was your accomplice

and had no dignity.

That's not true.

I'm not your accomplice, I'm your lover.

No, we haven't been together yet.

Doesn't matter.

I feel just as dirty as if I were your lover.

No, don't be so dramatic.

-Me? -Yes.

I'm not a dramatic woman.

I'm a dignified woman.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

Welcome to this magical evening of lovers and karaoke.

It's a special night to sing to love.

Help me find the next couple to sing tonight. Please!

I don't think we'll be able to talk here.

Come on, friends! Take a chance!

Come on up!

Perfect! We have our first participants!

Sir, come this way!

How handsome. Come on up!

Let's hear it for our couple!

Good evening.

What will you be singing?

No, sorry, we're not singing. I'm not singing.

We were just leaving.

No, that can't be.

It's a magical night full of love and excitement.

This couple needs a little motivation.

Help me out!

Sing, sing!

Are you dating?

-No. -Yes.

-Yes. -No.

-Did you split? -Yes.

No.

They're broken up, but it doesn't matter.

What better place to make up than here?

So you can sing to love.

You two must have a little song there...

Sure you do!

Why don't you sing it and make up?

Isn't she worth it?

No, well...

Of course she is! Follow me to the stage.

Let's hear it, please!

Come on. This way.

What a stud.

The stage is all yours, friend.

Let's hear it for my dear friend

who'll be singing to love!

Betty, this is for you.

How many times have I cried To you inconsolably?

I've woken up from my dreams In a barren desert

So many times I've felt invisible

To your irresistible eyes that light me up

And captivate me

But you are always

In me

You know

That I live in you

When you're not around, my entire life

Is a ship without a destination

What will I do

If you don't come back?

Everything can be different when you feel

Your heartbeat

Echoing in me

I want to tell you

That my love is right here

Stop, stop.

Another one!

That was magical!

-Magical? -I loved it.

I never thought you'd sing our song on stage like that.

I made a huge fool of myself.

See the things I do for you?

Are you going to stay with me?

Is everything OK?

No.

It's not OK.

Armando, I love you.

I love you for real.

For you, I've done things I never would have.

I've lied. I've done unethical things.

I can't allow myself to do that.

I don't want to do that to Ms. Marcela

or any other woman.

Then we have no choice.

If you come back with me,

I'll call off my engagement to Marcela.

I promise.