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PREVIOUSLY

I got that picture from Armando's phone.

I think that's the woman sending him those poems.

Those pictures are a misunderstanding.

I'm with you and no one else.

Can I give you some advice? Be careful.

Marcela went through your phone and found another woman's picture.

I'm going to take a smarter approach and get everything out of Armando,

but I'll do it the nice way.

Excuse me, sweetie. I didn't know you were busy.

Hi, I hope I didn't come at a bad time.

You're going to be the face of our new campaign?

Yes. Well, if you approve it.

-You must be Betty. -Me?

"I throw myself here at your feet, sinful..."

"I dare not look at your pure eyes

or dare touch your miraculous hand..."

She knew the poem?

She's got no shame.

I want to kill her so bad I'm about to explode.

It's time to teach her a lesson.

How dare you?

Not only did you invite your lover here, but now you're manhandling her

-in front of everyone! -What's going on?

You can drop the Little Miss Innocent routine.

I know that Armando has pictures of you in his phone!

-What? -Armando has what?

You're shameless, you boyfriend-stealing tramp.

Sending poems to Armando? How ridiculous!

You need to respect me.

You respect me first because you don't have the morals

or decency, much less the look, to promote our clothing.

I died and I'm never coming back.

Clearly I don't belong here.

-No, wait. -What have you done, Marcela?

You just ruined my future as a designer.

She lives in Europe with her husband,

We just missed out on a golden opportunity because of you, Marcela.

What? Don't look at me like that.

I thought you two were involved

because of the picture of her in your phone.

You went through my phone?

I keep a picture of her because Thompson mentioned her during a meeting.

I didn't think he'd want her as the face of the campaign.

I thought you...

Do you know what it would mean if someone like her

wears Hugo's Nature collection?

Did the thought ever cross your mind?

It's not my fault.

Then whose fault is it? Tell me.

-Armand! -What do you want?

Oh, why are you yelling at me?

I just came to tell you that Thompson's on the line for you.

-He says it's urgent. -Answer it.

Yes?

Armando, I thought I was dealing with a serious businessman like Roberto,

but I realize now that's not the case.

Thompson, I can explain.

I don't want explanations.

I closed an expensive deal with Fiorella

and brought her to New York. I did all the work.

Yes, and I apologize for what happened.

I'll need a lot more than an apology, Armando.

I'm very close to forgetting our agreement.

I'm warning you. If Fiorella leaves New York

without agreeing to be in the campaign, I won't work with you

and she'll leave tomorrow.

Thompson...

You see? We're in serious trouble.

Oh, last night was terrible. My back is killing me.

Mrs. Juli!

Wow, Nico!

-Look, Mrs. Juli! -You look fancy!

Don't I look dapper, Mrs. Juli?

Allow me to introduce you to Nicolas 2.1.

It just needs to be taken in here and there.

You won't believe how much I paid for this suit

at Mogollon's Market, Mrs. Juli.

I thought you went to Manhattan stores to be in style.

Yes, and I visited a few, but they charge three times as much

-because their clothes are perfect. -You're right.

So I went to Mogollon's Market.

I got two suits for the price of one fancy one.

I also bought Mr. Deme a suit.

As you know, I ruined the suit he wears to funerals.

They came with hats. Look, Mrs. Juli.

Which one will Mr. Deme want? This one or this one?

I don't think he'll want either,

but you should never look a gift horse in the mouth.

-Did you buy ties too? -Of course, Mrs. Juli!

-Mogollon's Market has it all. Look! -Look at that!

Look at these.

They're very cool, right?

These seem too modern, don't you think?

I doubt Mr. Deme will like any of these, right?

He won't. I'll keep them then. I love them!

This one has a dolphin print and this one is very cool.

Nicolas 2.1!

-You look good, son. Yes. -I do, don't I, Mrs. Juli?

It turns out, the fate of the deal rests with this woman.

Without her, there's no deal.

If we don't get that deal, the company is sunk!

Well, I'm actually very happy.

That'll teach Armand that being unfaithful could cost him dearly.

What are you talking about? This affects us all!

Do you want to go home without a paycheck again?

What do you mean by that? Again?

You pay me peanuts,

and I have to bear the consequences of your husband-to-be's infidelities?

I've thought about it,

and I have to tackle the root of the problem.

And that's exactly what I'm going to do.

What do you mean by the root?

Oh, yeah!

I look very fashion forward.

Nicolas 2.0 has just arrived!

And it is already operational.

First, I'll proceed to cancel my number

so it won't appear on Patricia's caller ID.

Let's see.

"What do you want, Patricia?"

What do you mean what do I want? I just want to do my job.

If I take a five-minute break, I get, "Why aren't you working?"

With his eyes bulging out and his hair sticking straight up.

I hate him!

-What do you want? -Hi, Patri.

It's me, Mr. Mystery.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Mystery.

I thought you were a telemarketer.

They're such a pain. Don't you get their calls?

Well, I'm not exactly familiar with them

because my number is very exclusive.

Yes, I've noticed that. It never shows up on my screen.

I'm actually calling you from a satellite phone

because I'm on my private jet right now.

Right.

I was just thinking about you.

Betty disappeared, so I thought:

"Poor Mr. Mystery, he must be worried."

Patri, there are men who worry.

I take action.

It didn't sit well with me, though.

I was a little upset, but everything's fine now.

Yes, I understand.

I've also been very sad...

because you stood me up.

No, no.

No, Patri. I'm sorry.

Listen, let me tell you something. Time is money.

Unfortunately, that's a gift and a curse.

But we're cool, right?

Oh, yes! We're cool.

We should reschedule.

We could go out to eat, have drinks.

I just think making up over a phone call is very impersonal.

If I'm going to make up with someone, I'd rather do it face to face.

Yes, yes.

Yes, Patri. I'd prefer it face to face too.

So where are you taking me?

What do you say we meet at Le Blanc at 11:00 AM?

-Hi. -Hi!

We're looking for Fiorella Ferrara.

Um...

Sorry,

but Fiorella explicitly asked that nobody interrupt her

during the remainder of her stay.

I understand, but could you just tell her

that Marcela Valencia and Armando Mendoza from V&M

are here to speak with her, please?

-Let me try something. -What are you going to do?

Just wait and see. Could you please...?

I'm sorry, I have specific orders

not to let either of you approach our guest.

-You in particular, madam! -Me?

Yes, you!

No, no, no!

-But... -Don't!

At least let me...

What happened with Thompson? Did he sign off on the deal?

No, Betty! Nothing happened!

Fiorella wouldn't even see us!

Forget about that deal and let's think of something else.

-Armando. -What?

What if I speak to Thompson personally?

No, Marcela! I don't want you to talk to anyone!

Stop it already! I don't want any more trouble. Enough!

-At least let me... -No!

I don't think you should.

Nope.

Good morning, Mrs. Sofia!

How are you this morning?

I was having a splendid morning

until a filthy slut crossed my path.

You mean me?

-Me? -Yes.

I don't understand why you're always so mean to me

when I'm always so nice to you.

Look.

It wore off.

What?

The mark of a miserable human being?

That doesn't wash off with water.

Not even muriatic acid could wash that away.

You'd have to be born again to change.

And you know what else? Get the hell out of here.

You're polluting my air. I'm too busy for this.

One more thing.

Did you get any sleep at your friend's house?

I had the most amazing night's sleep in what used to be your bed.

You have no shame!

Jenny, what are you doing here?

This isn't where you work.

-Go to the studio. -I was looking for...

Straight to the studio! Mr. Hugo and I need you.

Go on. Go, go, go!

-Okay. -Go.

I'm very proud of you, Sofi.

You didn't let her provoke you. Way to go!

Tell Sofia I already received the divorce paperwork

and that I'm not afraid of her, even if she's feeling bolder now.

I don't want to get involved in your problems with her.

Feel free to fight amongst yourselves.

It's too late now.

You punched me, you took her side, but you don't want to get involved?

Deal with it.

Yes, Efrain.

Yes, I took her side because Sofia is a woman

who's on her own with her two sons.

Meanwhile, you and your girlfriend

go through life with no responsibilities.

I do have responsibilities and I'll see them through.

Starting with this company.

Listen, I forgive you for siding with Sofia.

That's your prerogative.

Let's just get along, okay? We're partners.

-Partners? -Yes.

We're partners when it comes to cashing checks,

because I'm the one who does any work around here.

When was the last time you wore your uniform, you bozo?

Everything! Everything happened!

If I don't fix this now, everything will get worse.

Are you busy now? Can you help me?

No, no. How can I help you?

I was hoping you could help me get my hands on

Hugo Lombardi's new collection and the samples of his fabrics.

-Please! -Oh, Betty.

I don't think Mr. Hugo will just let me have it.

Well, maybe Mr. Hugo won't, but Inesita might.

In that case, why don't you ask Inesita?

I'm not allowed to go anywhere near Hugo's studio.

Whenever I set foot there his ugly radar goes off

and he finds me and kicks me out.

Please? Please, please!

I can't promise anything.

Please!

I love you!

Oh! Be careful!

Sorry! Stay still.

What a beautiful dress!

Do you think Mr. Hugo will let me borrow it?

No.

Why do you say that without asking him first?

Because he doesn't like you. No one likes you, really.

Right, but I'm very friendly.

I've especially tried to befriend you.

You're hurting me! Be careful, ma'am!

You're not my friend.

If you were, you wouldn't hurt my friends.

What you did to Sofia was very wrong.

What about what she did to me?

She turned me orange. Plus, she almost killed me!

-Enough! -You started it.

Why'd you move into the lion's den?

That house also belongs to my lovebug.

Hold on. Hold it right there.

That house belongs to Sofia, Efrain, and their children.

You're being very unfair.

I just hope you never have to go through something like that.

You're hurting me! Are you blind, ma'am?

Or are you too old to see what you're doing?

How dare you talk to Ines like that!

-Hugo, this isn't what it looks like. -Ines,

cover your ears. Not you, you idiot.

What I'm about to say isn't family friendly,

so listen carefully, you demon spawn

with the body of a goddess but the head of a snake.

If you think or insinuate anything bad about Ines,

or even if you even look at her the wrong way,

you'll be thrown out the window!

Ines is like a mother to me.

Is that clear?

I'll do whatever it takes to protect her!

Can I have some of your sandwich?

Finish it. I don't care.

Why should I care? Everyone is against me!

-It's mine. -Are you depressed?

No! I'm not okay. I'm hurting!

My "quarter" hurts.

Know what it is?

Mrs. Sofia turned Mr. Huguito against me.

Yes, she turned him against me

and now I have to bow to saggy old Ines.

Yes! He sees her like a mother.

You should be very careful.

That's a fact. He sees her like a mother.

She's sacred to Hugo.

They won't let me stand up for myself, Patty.

But you can.

You can make them pay.

-Of course! -Why would I do that?

Because... porosity!

Sorority. I've said it hundreds of times. Sorority!

Exactly.

You're going to steal Betty's boyfriend anyway, aren't you?

You'd benefit from this too.

If you help me, you're an example of porosity.

Friends forever.

-Shut up. -Right?

But shh...

-Why? -What do you mean why?

Even the walls have ears. Shut it already.

Who's listening to us?

-Everyone is, Jenny. -So is he handsome?

Is he rich?

Is he?

He's asked me to meet him at 11 AM at a very exclusive restaurant!

No!

We're spending the day together. Who knows what could happen!

A little hanky panky? No?

You're so crude.

I left it right here.

Ines.

What are you looking for, Hugo?

Nature's presentation report and fabric samples. Where are they?

Mariana took them so Betty could see them.

And you allowed that miscarriage of nature

to sink her claws into my things?

What was I supposed to do?

You know, I'm going to get you a machine gun.

A Thompson, like what the mafia used.

So you can riddle her with bullets.

Well, that's the new company dynamic.

I'm going to ask the Lord of the heavens to get rid of Betty.

He'll listen to my prayers for sure.

Let's go. Let's get it done.

No, we lost a lot more than just a model.

She's her own corporation!

She has five million followers on social media!

It was free advertising for us.

Plus, Thompson wanted her in order to close the deal.

You're exaggerating, Armando.

We can find another celebrity with more followers.

Hugo, where are you going? We're working here.

Where are you hiding that toad?

-Who? -I demand to see her sarcophagus.

I want her to return my report and my fabrics!

Where are the report and the fabrics?

Fiorella, Mariana and I are grateful you agreed to see us.

Right, Mariana?

Betty, I only agreed to see you

because Mr. Thompson has told me great things about you.

Words can't explain what happened this morning.

I'm a happily married woman, I love my husband

and I have two beautiful children.

I'm not the least bit interested in Armando Mendoza.

That woman is a jealous psycho.

Yes, well, actually, but we're not here

to excuse Ms. Valencia's behavior.

We want to show you Hugo Lombardi's new collection,

the pieces you haven't seen yet.

Could we?

Okay. Come on.

You see, Ms. Fiorella,

V&M is a lingerie company

with over 30 years in the US market.

We've been very successful with lingerie,

but now we're embarking on a new adventure:

A prêt-à-porter collection.

Wow, this is beautiful.

I love this one too!

It's a shame I didn't get to see it.

I'm glad you like it.

I think you'd look great wearing it.

Our company has invested a lot of money

into creating this collection.

A deal with Mr. Thompson is key.

This deal would grant us that opportunity.

You're the key piece for us to avoid firing...

a good amount of our staff,

and for us to keep making things happen.

I ask that you please try to forget what happened today.

Betty, I doubt I'll ever be able to forget it.

That woman is a menace.

Yes, I know she is.

Ms. Valencia is very sorry.

She asked me to apologize on her behalf.

If I could go back in time and keep you

from ever going through that situation, I definitely would.

All I can do now is apologize on behalf of myself

and everyone at V&M who had nothing to do with the incident.

Tell Marcela that I accept her apology,

but I don't want her near me. I want nothing to do with her.

Does that mean you...?

I agree to the deal. Betty, you're amazing.

I love your strength and how driven you are.

I'm saying yes, but I have one condition.

I want nothing to do with Marcela Valencia.

You, and only you, will represent me at V&M, okay?

You got it.

I've been looking for you!

Hey, hey. Hugo, please calm down.

This hairy thing and her sidekick

stole my designs. Give them back right now.

-Here you are. -Inesita.

Call my lawyer.

I'm sure they took my designs to other companies

so they could copy them.

Am I right?

No, Mr. Hugo, I took your sketches

so we could get back the deal that had fallen through.

The Divine Hugo doesn't care about money, girl!

Hold on. Explain yourself, Betty.

Well, I explained to Ms. Fiorella

that Nature could be a hit

and very important to Mr. Thompson's stores...

and she's agreed to come back.

What? Congratulations, Betty!

Aren't you going to congratulate her, Hugo?

Why did you hit me?

The Divine Hugo is leaving.

Girls, you know what he's like.

Habemus model!

Aren't you going to say anything?

Of course she was going to agree to the deal.

She just wanted to show you she was in control.

-Patricia, that's enough. -Of course!

She wants to get close to Armando

and that's why she wanted to speak to Beatriz.

That ugly woman is their go-between!

Patricia, that's enough.

Those three must be laughing silly at our expense.

I mean, they're obviously also talking about me, Marce.

I know women like her. They're the worst.

Enough! That's enough, I said!

I'm in this situation because of you!

What's worse, Saint Beatriz is hailed as a hero yet again.

No. I'm sorry, but that's not true.

She's no hero.

I mean, she'd be Betty Girl

and her power is scaring everyone with her face.

No. No way.

Marce, cheer up.

Maybe things aren't exactly like I think they are,

but Armando does have another woman.

Yes, I know that! But it's not Fiorella.

Patricia, I'm sorry, but I need some time to think.

I need some space.

Okay. I'm leaving.

Don't get so upset, Marce.

You'll get wrinkles.

And the other girl is tough competition.

Thanks.

Great job, Betty! Great job!

Today, you pulled off a miracle! Great job!

Oh, it's not that big a deal.

-Oh, it is. -It is, Beatriz.

You just closed a multi-million dollar deal.

Well, someone once told me to show some initiative,

and I did just that.

You really have to treat her now.

Put a bow on your head and take her to a suite

where your passion will naturally bloom.

No, Ricardo. I'm not going back there.

Why not? Is she that demanding?

No, but I'm not taking Betty back to that hideous place.

-Loan me your apartment. -What? Are you crazy?

No, no. Bro, she can't step into my temple.

I've worked hard at crafting an image of a tasteful bachelor.

Hey, hey. Your keys.

-No! -Your keys.

Bro, my reputation is at stake. This is very serious.

No, no.

At least have her wear a burka, so she doesn't sully my reputation.

And wash your hands.

Girls, we have to help Betty.

Someone wants to steal her boyfriend from her.

Like she'd ever let that happen.

Who?

You really have no clue?

-No! -Think about it.

-Tell us who it is! -That damned skinny beanpole.

Patricia Fernandez?

Yes, Inesita! Her!

I overheard her tell Jenny she's meeting with Nicolas

tomorrow at 11 AM at Le Blanc.

Poor Betty.

I mean, she doesn't have much of a chance against Patricia.

If you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all.

This is Betty's only shot at love.

What are we going to do?

I guess we'll give it some thought, then.

Honey, why don't we celebrate closing the deal with Thompson

at your favorite Thai restaurant?

Really?

No, I don't think so. I'm busy.

What about when you're not busy?

Marcela, I honestly don't want to go.

The last thing I want to do right now is to celebrate anything with you.

Don't say that. Listen, I understand,

but put yourself in my position for one second.

For one second? I can't.

I don't think anyone could.

Your lack of trust almost cost us a multi-million dollar deal.

Thank goodness for Betty.

Without her, I don't know where our company would be now.

Yes, how could I forget Beatriz? It's always Saint Beatriz.

Yes, that's right.

It's thanks to her we got out of that mess.

So, what should I do? Thank her? Pat her on the back?

Build a temple in her honor here at V&M?

Armando, I admit I was wrong, but stop being so dramatic.

-It's been resolved, hasn't it? -Yes, all thanks to Betty.

-You know what? -What?

-I can't stand you! -I can't stand you either!

I'm the worst.

I'm a stupid idiot.

Know what I am?

I'm what's at the bottom of the food chain.

I, Marcela, am at the very bottom.

I'm the most hated woman in the city.

The same can't be said about Beatriz. She's the hero of the day.

Sir, can I have another?

No, forget that. Bring me the bottle.

-Marcela... -Get me the bottle.

Leave it right here.

Is this going to be another one of those nights?

I invited you to a bar, not to church, Ricardo.

That much is clear.

You have to understand. I'm heartbroken.

No, you're not. Everything looks perfect from here.

It's all nice and symmetrical.

Stop it, you dummy. I'm being serious, Ricardo.

Armando rejected me. His fiancé!

You know, I'm what's at the bottom of the food chain.

And why did he do that?

Because I made a mistake. The tiniest of errors.

Tiniest of errors, Marcela? Don't be so modest.

Your little screw up today was absolutely epic.

I know.

I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

I'm offering a public apology. I'm sorry!

Look, Ricardo.

What would happen

when Armando would cheat on me? Huh?

I'd stick around

and I'd forgive him time and time and time again.

I was understanding. I can't say the same about him.

He's neither understanding nor forgiving.

He won't even take my calls. Know what I think?

I think he's using our fight to be with that other woman.

Don't give me that look.

With that slut who writes him poems and is making him act all weird.

Stop imagining things, will you?

Let's talk about something else.

I agreed to join you so you wouldn't be alone

but also to relax a bit. Today was hard on everyone.

Let it go already. You're here now.

You're with me, your friend.

My friend. Cheers!

You're basically my only friend.

No!

You're my only friend, Ricardo. Give me a hug!

Thank you!

Thank you for being here and for listening to...

all my rants.

The rants of a heartbroken drunk.

Marcela, I said it once and I'll say it again.

Everything looks perfect from here.

-You know what? -What?

They're natural.

Betty. Are you leaving?

Yes. I just emailed you Thompson's business plan for you to review.

I'll review it first thing tomorrow morning.

Can I take you home?

What about Ms. Marcela?

She's gone for the day.

I won't be seeing her tonight.

Oh, okay.

Nevertheless, I don't think it's wise.

Forget if it's wise or not.

We haven't had a minute to ourselves

since we came back from our trip.

-I know, but... -But nothing.

There can't be any buts between us.

Don't you want to be with me?

Yes, I do. But where?

Let me surprise you, okay?

Call your parents and tell them you'll be home late.

Okay. Yes.

-Marcela, are you okay? -Yeah.

You're on your way to topping the list

of Manhattan's most beautiful and most wasted women.

Shut up! No, I'm not. Look, I can do a tree pose.

Right.

If Armando sees me like this, he gets so mad.

Because lately...

everything makes him mad. He's no fun at all.

But,

he's never mad at Saint Beatriz.

I don't know why he defends her so much.

That woman, if you can call that a woman,

is an ugly thing who only wears rags.

She doesn't know how to dress. She's a nobody.

-Marcela, you love her. -No, no!

I hate her!

What about you? How do you feel about Beatriz?

Well, I obviously don't hate her as much as you.

Let's just say I tolerate her, but I can't stomach her.

I can also admit she's proven to be very useful

and Armando needs her now more than ever.

-No. -Yes.

He needs... a woman like me.

What?

Do you think I'm not woman enough for Armando?

-Why would you say such nonsense? -It's because of him!

It's him, Ricardo. He's acting strange.

I feel like he doesn't like me as much before.

Do you think I'm not woman enough for him?

Look at me.

Tell me.

I'll let you in on a secret.

I...

am a great kisser.

And in bed...

I can imagine.

Look.

Don't dodge the question. Tell me...

what I'm missing.

Don't you think a man like Armando can find me attractive?

What about a man like you?

-I should go. -No! No, no.

Tell me. Come on.

Tell me what I'm missing as a woman.

-Come on in. -Thank you.

After you. Come on in.

-Is this Mr. Ricardo's apartment? -Yes.

I asked if I could borrow it.

-Does he know... about us? -No, of course not.

I wouldn't tell him something so sensitive.

I just told him I needed somewhere I could be alone.

Is he here?

-No, no... -I'll leave.

Relax. It's okay.

He probably has plans and won't be sleeping here tonight.

-Come on. -Thanks.

Wow, I'm sure this place...

has some interesting stories.

And not just about Ricardo but about you too.

You're jealous, aren't you?

You're jealous just like you were when Fiorella showed up.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes, I was a little jealous, but I don't anymore.

I'm not jealous anymore.

I know she's charming and beautiful,

but she's also married

and madly in love with her husband.

She's almost as in love as me.

Sit down and make yourself comfortable. I'll get us...

something to drink and put on some music.

-Sweetie. -Hey.

I'm really going to miss you.

I don't want you to go on another business trip.

I get very anxious when you leave.

Why don't you focus on my return?

What are you doing? Planning your trip?

-Yes, I have to switch hotels. -Why?

Brenda wants a hotel with a pool.

-Brenda? -Uh-huh.

What Brenda?

You always travel with Hortensia.

I told you Hortensia retired two months ago.

Brenda is my new partner. I'm training her.

Look, this is Brenda.

Oh God!

What's wrong? Are you okay?

Yes, I'm fine, honey.

It's nothing.

Your new partner is very thin. She's all skin and bones.

She's young too.

-She's very talented, though. -Oh, yeah?

The bosses asked me to stay an extra two days

-to train the team. -Two more days?

That's great.

Water. I need water.

Here it is.

You didn't like the whiskey?

Yeah, it's just a little... strong.

Yeah. It's best to drink it neat,

but you don't have to finish it if you don't like it.

No one's forcing you to.

Yeah, I shouldn't. I'm not used to it.

You know, I won't drink either.

Betty, Ricardo and I went to a bar yesterday

and there were a lot of models.

You saw them online.

I'd met one of them before and we started flirting.

Things got weird and uncomfortable, so I decided to go home.

Oh, so you went home to Marcela?

You know she spends a lot of time at my place.

Yes, I know that she wakes up by your side,

that she sleeps with you,

that you practically live together,

and that you're getting married in... two months, was it?

No, that's not going to happen.

I won't go through with that wedding.

-You won't? -No.

When will you call it off?

At the next board meeting?

During the ceremony?

Armando, what we're doing is very wrong.

We're hurting people.

-I know. -It's wrong. We shouldn't.

We should, though. We should, Betty, because...

I'm not okay with what you're going through.

I know you're not happy and that Marcela isn't either.

This isn't fair to either of you,

but it'd be a mistake to call off the wedding now.

It'd mean the end of my relationship with the Valencias

and it'd be the end of V&M.

Are you serious?

You're going to marry Marcela Valencia to keep V&M intact?

What about me? Where do I fit in?

-Does that make me just your lover? -No, no.

That's not who I am. I can't agree to that.

I know. I'd never hurt you.

I swear.

Never.

What is it? No, no, Betty.

Don't.

I need to look at you.