Betty la Fea, the Story Continues

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I'm here for a job interview.

-That way. -Who are you? What agency sent you?

She's ugly.

How ugly is she? Show me her picture.

My resume is great, but my picture ruins it.

-Sign your contract. -Really?

Smile!

I'm marrying this beautiful woman!

Do you know what a man saw in my eyes?

That I have 2.5 of short-sightedness and 3.2 of astigmatism.

You won't reach the goal you promised.

We can do something. Embellish the numbers.

Wonderful.

Wonderful, Beatriz.

She's bow-legged, she's ugly, dresses horribly, looks like a vampire.

Our date tonight will be unforgettable.

-You'll auction off my car? -I'll try to get the money.

Can I count on it?

I love Mr. Armando.

We can trust her, I'm sure of it.

I need you to set up a company.

-What's the name of the owner? -Beatriz Pinzón Solano.

-I don't get it, sir. -I need your company to pay for mine.

-The Ugly Girls Club has a leader. -Ugly but together!

You'll have to win Beatriz's heart.

What are you doing?

-Beatriz? -Is Betty with you?

Don't worry. She doesn't know what we're talking about.

"Here are the instructions

"for your horror routine with Betty."

We're in her hands.

BETTY PRESENTED THE ACCOUNTS FOR REAL!!

-This isn't the balance for the board. -What about our assets?

-I protected them. -They've been seized!

You'll find my resignation letter from Ecomoda.

A beauty salon won't solve my life problems.

When you wake up, you'll look at life differently.

-It's me, Betty, the ugly girl. -Beatriz?

We have to choose Beatriz as the new president of Ecomoda.

I'll take it.

"The man of my dreams became my executioner once again."

-No. -He's leaving to forget, Beatriz.

You're in front of a crazy man who loves you.

All I'm asking for is another chance.

I love you too, sir.

I don't want him to know the whole story.

I hope you'll take care of her from now on.

And don't forget, sir, the devil is tempting.

They say only two things in life are sure,

death and taxes.

The mystery is which one hurts more.

I finally left, I vanished from their lives.

It wasn't my choice.

But today, seeing them all together seems so strange.

Well, they look sad, they look hurt.

Especially him.

This loss devastated him.

You can tell he hurts more than anyone else.

Calm down.

Betty.

Calm down.

Betty, don't go.

I can't.

I'm dead.

Betty, I'm so happy you came.

How are you?

Of course.

I'm so sorry about Mr. Roberto.

What is that woman doing here?

No, I shouldn't have come.

I don't want you to leave.

-I... -No.

Let me tell you something.

You look beautiful.

Betty, walk. The devil is tempting.

Armando.

Your dad was a great man.

In the coldness of this grave, Roberto Mendoza rests in the afterlife.

Reunited with his wife.

Well, what will we do with the messenger from the Dead Poets Society?

Starving to death, right?

This is a fateful moment.

There is no question about it.

First, Mrs. Margarita left us.

Now, Mr. Roberto.

Who will give us advice now? Tell me! Who will? Who?

Calm down now.

I hope that, with this departure,

Ecomoda doesn't finally sink.

-Listen, Lord, to our prayers. -Hear us!

And make your servants who left this world

rejoice next to you and have a privileged place.

Amen.

Look at this one.

How dare she interrupt such a sacred moment for Roberto

with her presence?

And with the biggest hypocrisy, Huguito.

-Dad! -Betty!

-I'm sorry. Sorry! -Are you okay?

I present to you Ugly Clumsy.

Betty la fea, the story continues

You're talking about Betty, my Betty.

It's incredible, right, Armando?

After she dumped you like a stray dog in the road,

you still look at her like Leo

clinging to one of the doors of the Titanic.

I won't allow you to speak about her like that.

And much less with those words.

And that goes for everybody!

If she's no longer with me, it's because she decided so.

-She must have her reasons. -Sure.

And they belong to our private life.

Are we clear?

You didn't RSVP to Ecomoda's meeting, did you?

-No. -Don't worry. You don't have to go.

In the end, you're no longer part of the family.

Mr. Roberto requested my presence.

Yes, but he won't care if you don't go.

I wouldn't go.

-Huguito, shall we? -Let's.

Betty, come on, come on.

He's calling you.

We have to bring your mom fresh flowers.

Excuse me.

Betty!

Betty.

Was that my car?

You're so dumb.

Your car must be rusting in the yards.

Your car is as old as Pachito.

She really likes antiques now.

Hey, do you take Pachito out to sunbathe in the backyard sometimes?

-Look, Bertha. -What?

Do you know what? That was my car.

And another thing I'll tell both of you, so you don't overstep,

is that he's Francisco Santamaría to you.

And my Pachito isn't that old, even if it hurts you.

No, he's not that old, but sex with him must be deep.

Deeply pathetic.

He doesn't moan, he rattles.

It's so sad.

I can't stand it.

Jerks.

Marce, Huguito, don't leave me!

Five years spent outside the country.

Thankfully, because things have changed in these past years.

Hello.

We agreed I was picking Mila up.

I know. I know perfectly well, but I couldn't resist the urge to see her.

-What? -To meet Camila.

Of course. Of course.

For example, my parents. They used to be the most beautiful thing.

They adored each other. Now, they can't stand each other.

Thank you for coming to the cemetery for me.

Not for you.

For your dad.

We inform the passengers from flight...

I discovered the key to not be let down in love

is precisely not to...

Are you two back in the saddle?

Don't tell me you're back together.

-Yes. -No.

Yes or no?

Obviously not, my dear Mila,

but your face says you'd love for that to happen.

Why? To see you getting crazy over her?

-No, please. -Mila.

Aren't you going to say hi?

I missed you so much.

I needed you so bad.

Betty.

Hi.

We missed you at your grandad's ceremony.

I know. I was at the airport on time, I swear.

The flight wasn't closed,

but the stewardess just wouldn't let me on board.

-Shall we? -Yes.

But you're not coming with me, just with your mom,

because now you'll live at your Grandpa Hermes' house.

Your grandpa set up a room for you.

-What? -He missed you so much.

-You're not kidding. -No, it's true.

No. No!

Betty, but Grandpa lives in the shit.

Don't do this to me, please.

Look...

I promise you Grandpa Hermes can visit her

every day that he wants, okay?

I don't know what I'll tell my dad.

Betty, you're good at lying to him. Tell him anything.

I know you can. Okay?

Thanks.

Your favorite chocolates.

I no longer eat chocolate.

HIGH CALORIE, HIGH-SUGAR CONTENT, HIGH IN SATURATED FAT

-You don't? -Look at that.

But thank you. Thanks. I know you'll enjoy them more than me.

-Yes. -Shall we?

Yes.