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I thought you were happy, that you wanted to be here with me.

I want to leave.

-Calm down. -No, no. I can't talk now.

Did you think of me?

Armando!

We're better than ever, Patricia.

I'm convinced I'm the only woman in Armando's life.

What? No, Marcela!

You can't tell me my suffering was in vain!

Uggo rejected you?

She was happy,

but something happened when we entered the bedroom.

I don't want to upset you, but what's your problem with me?

If I didn't know you two, I'd say you look like two lovebirds

talking about something that happened last night.

So birthday girl, where do you want to celebrate?

After last night, I'm out.

Start thinking of where you want to have dinner.

I'll be picking you up.

We're a great team, honey.

Yes, we are.

Especially after last night.

It was magical, like in Paris.

I remember perfectly. Let's get to work.

Sorry to interrupt, but I'm going on my lunch break

and I may take a little longer.

Wow, don't tell me

you're still celebrating your birthday, Beatriz.

Yes, I'm going to keep celebrating

at a very nice restaurant

that my boyfriend Nicolas invited me to.

What, Betty?

You're really going to go eat with your boyfriend today,

when we have so much work? Look at all this paperwork.

Yes, that's exactly what I'm doing.

In fact, I was just leaving.

I mean, if you can spend time with your fiancée,

I can spend time with my boyfriend, right?

Of course!

-Great idea. -Stay out of it, Marcela.

Sorry.

But Betty, you and I were supposed to have that talk,

remember?

About the upcoming negotiations...

Armando, stop treating this poor girl like your slave!

Let her go eat with whomever she wants.

It's your lunch hour, so go have fun.

Bon appétit. Bye.

Thanks, Ms. Marcela. Excuse me.

What is this? A dictatorship?

Even I'm going to start feeling sorry for poor Beatriz.

I'm just worried about V&M.

Relax, honey.

I know everything you do is for V&M.

I can help you with that proposal.

Why don't we order that pasta you love so much?

-The cheesy one? -Yes!

-That they stir like this? -Yes!

Yes.

-Nicolas. -What?

Did you see the prices?

I don't even want to, Betty.

I'll lose my appetite or get indigestion,

and we came here to celebrate your birthday.

Waiter.

Hi. Ready to order?

Yes, may I order a thick, juicy cut of beef

cooked medium rare.

How about you, Betty?

We're celebrating her birthday today,

so you can go ahead and give us the birthday discount.

You do offer a birthday discount, don't you?

No? But you must have mariachis that'll sing to her for her birthday?

Don't have that either?

How about a piece of cake with a candle on it?

Have you got that? No? Don't worry about it.

Don't listen to him.

I'll have a grilled chicken salad,

but don't go crazy with the chicken.

Put a lot.

-I'll be back. -Thank you.

Nico, this is going to be really expensive.

I'll have to give you first aid when you get the bill.

Betty, I just want you to be happy and have a good time

on your special day.

It's your birthday and you deserve it.

You're the primary breadwinner for your family,

you're my best friend

and the most important person in my life,

and I just want you to be happy. The money doesn't matter.

You're starting to sound like my boyfriend.

If you keep behaving like this,

I could see myself falling in love with you.

You scared me, Betty!

I missed that smile.

What happened last night?

You went off with Armando, didn't you?

No.

Mr. Armando and me...?

We weren't about to celebrate my birthday, just the two of us.

Not at all.

Maybe he asked you to get creative

with some numbers or something.

-Nothing that big. -No?

Perhaps he asked you to take out a million-dollar loan

on behalf of V&M.

It's not that either. Everything's fine, as always.

I'm still working on the initial objective,

which was to keep V&M's finances in order.

Besides, everything's going well.

The lingerie collection was a success,

as was our line of casual-wear.

If you say so, I believe it.

I just hope your boss isn't again pretending

that the company is at a level that it actually isn't.

Hello.

Now I know where the money missing from V&M is going.

No wonder you can't make payroll.

I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Daniel.

You're paying for this with the company card.

You're using my family's money to live the good life.

-No. -Now hold on there!

You will not speak to Betty like that!

You respect her.

Betty doesn't need your family's money.

In fact, it's you who need her, because V&M depends on her.

-What did you say? -You heard me.

The future of V&M is in Beatriz's hands.

How do you like them apples?

I didn't like seeing Betty like that,

suffering after her first time.

Well, I wouldn't call it suffering.

Suffering is dieting for two weeks

and not losing so much as one ounce.

-Bertha's right. -Totally.

She'll feel better next time when he grabs her and...

What Betty needs is a little wham, bam, thank you, ma'am.

That's enough, Aura Maria.

That's not suitable for the lunch table.

And stop meddling in the girl's private life.

Respect her privacy.

If she doesn't want to tell you why she's so turned off,

respect it.

You should've seen her.

She refused to talk about it.

Who knows what her boyfriend did to her last night.

Yeah, and she was so excited too.

You know what?

He's probably a jerk that took her to a cheap,

rodent-infested hotel that has waterbeds

and mirrors on the ceilings!

The cheapskate probably invited her to tacos.

She's sure got a knack for finding jerks.

Take her boss, for example.

He keeps her locked away in a dank cave!

And how could he show up to her house empty-handed,

as rich as he is?

And did you see him wolfing down all those tamales?

-Chill out, Sofi! -Chill?

But I've built up a head of steam!

Chill out, girl! Hello, Mr. Armando.

Hello.

I was talking about a show in which this woman was fired

for being a gossip.

All right, break time is over. Time to get back to work.

Unbelievable.

What do you mean the company depends on Beatriz?

-You heard me. -No, no, no, Nicolas!

Stop talking.

Who's this?

Who's this?

Nicolas Ramos, nice to meet you.

I'm Betty's boyfriend.

Love you, sweetie.

And just to be clear, she doesn't need to spend a dime

of your family's money.

Who do you think is paying for all this?

This guy.

Order something.

How about a whiskey?

Do it.

Mr. Daniel, with all due respect, I want you to leave.

You have no reason to treat me like that.

I'm glad we're getting to know each other, Beatriz.

Boy, was I wrong about you.

And to think I offered you a job.

Are you deaf like me or what?

She told you to leave.

You two were made for each other.

Enjoy your lunch and your freedom, Beatriz.

I'm sure that in jail, the meals are a bit different.

I'm going to find out very soon what's going on with V&M.

Excuse me.

Sure. You can go.

Betty.

Why did you say that, Nicolas?

That man is very dangerous.

And he hates you.

You've got to leave that company immediately.

Don't tell me you bought Beatriz an expensive gift.

This is getting serious.

Now all I need is to write something on it.

Relax, I got this.

I wrote something new, something more in line

with what happened last night.

Close it.

My heart breaks from the pain of your rejection.

That's no good, dummy!

Let me write it.

Oh, please, Armando.

All you know how to write are checks.

Leave it to me,

I'm a poet in the art of love for ugly people.

No offense.

This time I'll write it. Now leave me alone.

I came to your office for inspiration. Leave.

Fine, fine. Whatever Mr. President says.

The subject of Beatriz is sacred to you today.

-I'll be outside if you need me. -Thanks.

Yes, Professor, I'm Junior's mother.

Is everything all right?

No, there must be some mistake.

What do you mean my son was watching inappropriate videos?

That's impossible.

For starters, my son doesn't have a cell phone.

A gift?

Who gave it to him?

Mommy Jenny?

What?

What's up, Wilson?

We going to the movies later or what?

That won't be possible.

Pantera?

You and me in a gym, a ring,

or if you like, we can settle this out on the street,

but this is my place of work and you'll respect it, understood?

Relax, I'm not here to see you.

I came to invite my friend Wilson out.

"Yesterday's in the past.

Today's a new day to celebrate our lives together.

Let me get to know you better.

Armando."

Hi, Betty. How was lunch?

Fine. Mr. Armando, I wanted--

Before you say anything,

I have something... very special for you.

Am I interrupting?

No. Who is that for, Armando?

Who is that for, Armando?

Is that jewelry?

Were you going to give that heart to Beatriz?

Darn it, honey. You ruined the surprise.

It was for you.

-For me? -Yes.

No, I saw you.

You were about to give it to Beatriz.

How could you think I'd give this heart to her?

Why would I do that?

No, sweetie, I was just showing to her

to get her point of view on if she liked it for you.

Right, Betty?

Yes.

He was going to show it to me to see if it was Marcela-style.

If it was your style.

Exactly, that's what it was.

-Well, excuse me. -No, stay here.

Armando was going to show you, and I want your opinion.

A bear?

A little bear. A cute little bear.

So... you're going out?

Where? To do what?

Where?

Anywhere a man and a woman go out to have fun at night.

I wouldn't put it exactly like that.

Oh, whatever. We'll figure it out later.

Besides, you're big and strong and can surely withstand

any of my holds.

She's just messing with you, bud.

I'm not asking you for any explanations.

Do whatever you want. It's your life. Whatever.

That's more like it. I feed off your hate, Breakbones.

Don't call me that!

That's my secret identity and the unwritten rule of the ring.

If you can't follow it, you can't call yourself a fighter.

Fine, fine. Don't freak out.

Besides, I didn't come here for business.

I'm here for pleasure.

See you soon, babe. Don't be late.

Hey, bud. Relax.

She's just trying to get under your skin.

It's her you were chatting with, right?

Huh?

You didn't let me explain...

I don't care!

It's...

What?

Original.

Unexpected.

What do you think, Beatriz?

It's very...

Of course! That's the word.

Did you pick it out?

No, I've never seen it in my life.

I only ask because of how different this bear is.

Little bear.

Little bear.

It's so sweet.

-Right? -Yes.

All right, Marcela. It's not a big deal.

We'll exchange it if you don't like it.

No, I didn't say I didn't like it,

I said it was...

Oh, honey, I love it when you surprise me.

When I finally feel like I know you,

you once again surprise me.

Why don't we get to work? We've got a lot to do.

That's why I came.

Let's go to my office so I can show you the new catalogue

for next season.

I want you to approve it. It's incredible.

-Let's go to my office. -Yes, let's go.

That little bear was for me. It was mine.

Another Amorosito.

Can you believe that in spite of my being against it,

the tramp gave Junior a cell phone?

The one all of us bought you?

-Yes. -The one you were almost fired over?

No, sweetie, God sees everything,

and one of these days she'll run out of data

in the middle of nowhere while trying to get a taxi.

-Yes. -That's called digital karma.

She's doing all this to torment you,

but don't let her goad you.

Don't let her.

What do I do? The bimbo makes more money than I do.

Because of her, Junior was suspended from school.

Plus, she stole my husband. And as if that weren't enough,

now she's going to be in the company catalogue!

When it rains, it pours!

Don't forget that she lives in your house, eats your food,

and to top it off, she clogged your sink with her hair.

Oh Bertha...

What?

The best thing to do is maintain peace.

No way.

You have to channel that rage you're feeling

and get revenge on that opportunist

because all social climbers are the same.

-Don't they? -Yes!

That's right.

You know what I'd do if I were in her place?

I'd grab that Pantera, give her a wedgie,

gouge her eyes out, and eat them with a shot of tequila.

That's some serious stuff.

Or you can ask her to get coffee so you can talk

and come to a civilized arrangement.

-Coffee? -Yes.

Coffee is what I need because I can't keep my eyes open

because I was up all night!

Oh Lord.

Oh, Sofi.

Incredible, isn't it?

Wow, I love that shade of skin.

It looks like sunrise in a tangerine field.

I want it.

You like it? I have the cream with me.

-It's self-tanning lotion. -Let me see.

Apply it and after a few minutes,

you'll have a really nice color.

Be careful, though, or you'll come out orange.

I put it on because I have a catalogue shoot tomorrow

and I have to look radiant.

I'd never heard of it, but I'm buying it right now.

That's great.

Forget it, I'm not buying anything.

-Why not? -Because it costs $259.99.

Fine, take it.

Of course. It's mine, Patty.

And you're too poor to afford it.

Wrong, Jennifer. I am not poor.

I make more than you, okay?

It's just that my job requires much more responsibility

and one must be smart.

All you do is stand there and get fitted for clothes.

Right.

Then find yourself a lovebug like I did.

He gets me everything I want.

My creams, my shampoos, everything.

Find yourself a lovebug.

There's no shortage of cockroaches out there.

That's not what I want.

I want a rich man who'll pay for everything.

And he's got to be single.

Believe me, I've looked. They're not easy to find.

Yes, I'll make the changes to our proposal.

And I hope your offer, financially speaking, is more flexible.

Was that about the meeting with Thompson?

Yes, he wants to meet at his country house tomorrow.

If we close this deal, the bad times are a thing of the past.

Why didn't you get the meeting to be here?

What's the point of driving out there?

That's a two-hour drive.

Thompson had an accident playing polo and can't leave his house.

-Now tell me. -What?

Did you speak to your assistant?

Yes, and Betty doesn't want to.

What? I'm surprised.

All the same, you need to wake up.

After a rejection like yesterday,

what comes next is breaking up.

Armando, you can't let someone ugly dump you.

Come on! Let's go get her.

It should be tonight.

I can't tonight.

I can't do that to Marcela,

especially not after screwing up with the gift.

What happened?

It's a long story.

Anyhow, Catalina got us tickets to a new Broadway show

and we have to go.

Don't worry about it. I'll distract Marcela for you.

I'll keep her busy while you sort things out with Beatriz.

Don't ghost her.

I don't want to harass Betty like that.

I'm getting to know her better,

and I think it's best if we give each other space tonight.

Believe me, Betty's not like the others.

Armando got you this?

Marce, I hate to be mean, but this is hideous.

Sure, it's got diamonds, but come on.

I know, I thought the same.

But it's still cute, don't you think?

No, I don't.

I literally couldn't bear this gift.

I wouldn't know what to do with this if it were given to me.

It doesn't match anything. It isn't normal.

Armand doesn't have such poor taste.

But he bought it himself.

It looks like Ugly Betty bought it.

Shut your mouth. And stop being jealous.

The important thing is that I'm getting to know

a tender side of Armando that I didn't know existed.

Let's hope that side of him isn't too deep.

For your own good, Marce.

It's my phone.

Mommy Jenny gave it to me.

Don't call her Mommy Jenny.

She is not your mother.

For your information, your only mother is me.

I am the law, I have the final say,

and if I say you don't get a phone,

you don't get a phone.

Every kid at school has one. When will I get mine?

You know when?

When you can buy it yourself and pay your own bill.

But that won't be until I'm grown up.

Very good, son! Very good!

Exactly! You just figured out when.

As long as you live in this house

and I pay for all your expenses, all your clothes,

all your doctor's visits,

and still wipe the snot from your nose,

you're not getting a phone.

You know what? Mommy Jenny's right.

You're bitter.

What?

I'm doling out spankings,

and you just hit the jackpot!

Mom won't let me keep the phone

Mommy Jenny got me.

-So evil. -Stay out of it.

And you go upstairs and do your homework.

I want you wearing headphones

so you don't hear the conversation

between your father and me.

It's not appropriate for your ears.

We're going to fight again? Don't you get tired of it?

No!

And I never will when it has to do with my kids

and the decisions I make about them.

Nico, are those BAR's profits?

Uh-huh.

This is incredible. You're a great stockbroker.

-Congrats. -Thanks so much, Betty.

Working at BAR has shown me I have a keen eye for the market.

The profit margins surpassed my expectations.

That's why, between us, I think I deserve a bonus.

Yes!

You're right. That and more.

What group of investors wouldn't want you on their team?

My time at BAR has shown me I have nothing to fear

and that I should trust in myself.

That's why I have good and bad news.

What's the bad news?

Soon you'll have to find another...

What's the good news?

That I'm leaving BAR soon.

What?

Are you saying...?

That's what I'm saying.

As this plush bear is my witness,

I say to both of you

that Nico is quitting soon.

Look.

I got a call from the school and was told

this phone Junior pulled out in class, which is not allowed,

would be returned to me.

Oh my Gods. Everybody has one, Mrs. Sofia.

This is the 21st Century.

Shut up!

I gave you that phone thanks to my friends,

who helped pay for it.

If you want to throw it in the garbage,

do a Mexican hat dance on it,

or give it to your young lover, go for it.

But keep it away from my son.

Lovebug, that's not true. I don't have a lover.

The flabby hag made it up.

You will soon enough.

All I want to be perfectly clear is that

if I say my son cannot have a phone, he doesn't get one!

It's my phone, and I'll give it to whomever I want.

Is that clear? Or do I have to repeat myself?

Jenny, please.

What? Are you siding with her?

With this old hag?

Your lover's an old hag! And don't mess with my kids.

Oh, please, you're so vulgar.

For your information, I am those kids' stepmother.

All I want for them is to be "happies."

Efrain, tell her to shut up.

I swear that...

For God's sake, Sofia. Calm down!

So much trouble over a damn phone?

If you won't pay for it, I will.

I'm his father, and I do think he should have a cell phone.

Don't you dare undermine my decisions!

If I say he doesn't get a phone, he doesn't get a phone!

Will you say that in front of your kids?

Because he has a say because they're his kids too.

Is that clear?

Stay out of it or I'll break your nose!

Say something to her.

That's enough! Listen carefully, Sofia!

If you talk to Jenny like that again,

I'll have you locked up for the rest of your life!

What is it, honey? Did you do your homework?

No.

You need something from me? You need my help?

I'll come help you.

Don't mess with me. Leave me alone.

Flabby hag.

What?

Are you going to keep looking bitter?

Relax, she doesn't have long. You'll see.

Armando, are you ready?

Yes.

Catalina's here.

Marce!

Hi, are you ready for the best night of your lives?

Aren't we going to the theater?

I mean your wedding day.

I booked the best church in New York for St. Patrick's Day.

What?

You're the best, Cata! How'd you arrange that?

It's not easy. There's a three-year waiting list.

Yes, it is hard, but not for the best wedding planner

in all New York.

You're getting married in two months.

No.

Two months?

Will that be enough time to organize everything?

Don't worry about that, Armando.

I'll be the one handling all that.

You know how hard it is to get that church for that day?

It's really hard, honey.

There are women on the waiting list for that church

who aren't even engaged yet! Like Patricia, for example.

I get how big and important that place is,

but it's the day after the board meeting.

Well, I hate to be pushy and upset you.

It's clearly your decision, so I'll...

What? No, what Armando's trying to say

is that day in particular will be complicated

with all the work he has.

He might not be able to help us. Isn't that right, darling?

Yes, that's what I was referring to.

If that's the reason, then there's nothing to worry about.

Let's toast.

To the bride and groom.

No, Nico.

You're going to leave me to run BAR by myself?

I'm not going to abandon you, Betty.

I'm making you an offer.

Leave V&M.

You know I can't do that.

Betty, this is our Plan B.

What happened with that Mr. Daniel Valencia

got my brain working overtime.

We're in danger with Mr. Armando Mendoza.

I'll remind you it was he who created all this.

Yes, the situation got out of hand for him.

He's just trying to fix it.

Right, Betty, but what happens if things go bad?

You and I get thrown under the bus.

You think Armando Mendoza would stick his neck out for you?

Of course not. Let's set some boundaries then.

You do your thing, I'll do mine,

you reach a certain point at V&M,

and then you come with me.

But Nicolas...

But nothing.

You'll notice here

that this money is money from our salaries.

Money that I invested in a growth fund.

This is what was there before,

and this is what's in it now.

So much?

So much, Betty. That's real, legitimate money.

It's our money.

I took a little from our paychecks and guess what?

If things continue at this rate,

in just a few months we'll be free.

And that includes Mr. Deme.

That way we won't have to depend on Mr. Daniel Valencia

or Mr. Armando Mendoza anymore.

What do you think?

Don't cry or you'll get wrinkles.

Damn slut!

I have the cream.

-Let me see it. -It's a self-tanning lotion.

Apply it and after a few minutes, you'll have a really nice color.

Be careful, though, or you'll come out orange.

I put it on because I have a catalogue shoot tomorrow

and I have to look radiant.

Mrs. Flabby, I need to use the bathroom.

Me too.

It's urgent, Grandma.

Same here.

I was told in anger management class

that it's up to me to find my peace,

and I just found it!

It was a heart-shaped box.

And inside was this cute little bear.

Even Ms. Marcela was surprised by the gift

because he's never given her anything like that.

Forgive me for giving Marcela your gift,

but it was meant for you.

We need to talk.

I'll see you tomorrow. I miss you.

I miss you too, darling.

I didn't sleep all night thinking about the wedding.

Me neither.

I'm so happy.

It's like everything is falling into place.

Life is working out in our favor.

Or against it.

We're against the clock.

We have a lot to do and not much time to do it.

Especially now that we have so much work at V&M.

Don't you worry because I've got it all under control.

Especially work.

Will you be at the photo shoot for the catalogue?

No, I'm going to a meeting at Thompson's house.

-His country house? -Uh-huh.

I'll come with you. I haven't been there in so long,

and his wife will be happy to see me.

I thought you wanted to stay and supervise the photo shoot.

Ricardo can do it.

I'm sure he'll have every detail covered,

especially with the models.

I'm sorry, Marce, but I don't think it's a good idea

for you to come.

I'm taking Betty so she can review our finances

and I don't want any more uncomfortable situations

between you two.

And I swear there won't be. You're looking at a new Marcela.

Really, honey, give me a chance.

Look at this beauty.

And I love this one's color.

Not this one!

I was very clear with Ines when I said that!

Just look at it!

It looks like something a prostitute would wear

in a '70s movie.

Does my opinion mean nothing around here?

Calm down, sweetie.

I heard you tell Ines myself to put this one here.

What's going on with you today?

Something's going to happen today, I just know it.

Women and fashion designers have a sixth sense.

I have a feeling that something's going down.

Here are your herbal drops, Hugo.

Sounds like you'll need it today.

Thank you, Ines. Please leave it on my desk.

Don't worry about a thing. Everything will be fine.

I'll take it later.

You really don't feel it in the air?

Like something's going to happen?

I don't feel anything. Now please settle down.

Besides, you're used to all this.

Please, Hugo, this isn't your first catalogue.

It is my first catalogue using a fit model!

A fit model, I said!

Some second-rate girl better suited to be a clothes hanger.

Hugo Lombardi working on a fashion catalogue

with a mere fit model?

Wake up. The sun's up.

Good morning.

Oh, baby.

How did you sleep?

Look at Jonathan!

What's wrong with you two?

Jonathan? Why did he run off like that?

I don't know.

You look... different.

You're so sweet.

See? He's got two eyes.

I applied a self-tanning cream to my body

because I'm being photographed for a catalogue.

I look good, don't I?

Come give me a hug.

What did you do?

Why does it look like you did something bad

and you love it? Tell me what you did.

You really want to know?

Yes.

You know how people say revenge is a dish best served cold?

-Mm-hm. -Not true!

Revenge is best served piping hot and thick.

Thick?

Can you just tell me what did you do to that tramp

or to Efrain the sufferable? What did you do?

-You want to know? -What do you think?

-On one condition. -What?

Help me hide the evidence.

That makes me an accomplice.

Exactly. You want to know?

Let me treat you to tamales and donuts and all that

so I can give you a detailed summary of what I did.

-Sound good? -Heck yeah!

Donuts? This is golden.

I'll be back in ten minutes if not sooner.

Get pork rinds and French fries too.

Be right back.

Cool!

What do you mean you're not coming, Jenny?

You'd better be here.

What? An allergy?

No, if you don't show up, I'll blackball you

and you'll never get a job in Manhattan again.

I want you here!

See?

I told you, Fabi.

Women and we fashion designers have a sixth sense.

What happened to Jenny?

Her skin had an allergic reaction to something.

She says she's got a rash.

I lost Naomi, who spread her legs for everybody,

and I got saddled with someone even worse!

She probably hooked up with someone unsavory

and became infected with something.

It's dangerous out there, girls. You hear me?

I want all of you to get yourselves checked out at the gynecologist.

That includes you, Ines.

Hugo!

You could at least get it wakened from its slumber.

Stop. Stop!

Please turn around.

Uncover your face.

It's Jenny.

How do I know it's Jenny?

That could be fake. It might be forged.

It's not forged. It's me.

No, now don't move...

We've got a situation here.

The lady isn't following my instructions to uncover her face.

What I'm telling you is I am me.

-And I'm me. -I'm me too.

Then what's the problem if we're all us?

You know, there's a quick, easy way to fix this.

No, you're not fixing anything.

You two go over there, and I'll just get on this elevator.

What?

Like I said. It's me. That's it.

Happy?

What happened to you?

You look like a carrot.

They won't let you be part of the photo shoot like that.

Where's the flabby old hag?

-Look, girl. -Huh?

The evidence.

Now you see it, now you don't.

I wish I were like you,

nasty and capable of unspeakable evil.

You did this to me! I look like a "carriot!"

Huh?

What happened to you?

What happened? You messed with my creams.

You must've added one of your witch's potions to it.

It's not the end of the world.

They can still photograph your body.

My whole body is orange.

You know what?

You'll have to dye the curtains to match the drapes.

You know what?

You'll pay for everything!

What?

Leave me alone!

What?

I've planned everything for you to make up

with your secret girlfriend tonight.

What have you got planned now?

For you two to meet with Thompson by yourselves.

I'm not going, which means you two can do whatever you want,

like having a sexual escapade, for example.

I hate to disappoint you, but that's not going to happen.

Marcela's coming with us. She told me this morning.

But she wasn't invited.

She's friendly with Thompson. What do I tell her?

That she can't come because I have to get away with Betty?

Yes.

Bro, we can't let this relationship turn cold.

Relax, I'll keep those embers of love lit.

In fact, I left Beatriz another little something today.

-Again? -Yes.

What?

Oh, a little gift and a card.

The dedication turned out great, by the way.

You'll thank me.

You haven't considered how you'll have Marcela and Beatriz

locked in a car with you for over two hours, have you?

That's dangerous.

More than dangerous. Fatal, I'd say.