Betty la Fea, the Story Continues

Bravo, Mr. Hermes. This looks so good.

As if it was my birthday, right?

-Look. -You owe me a few. I'll count this one.

None of that, man.

Beatriz Aurora and Camilita don't have breakfast here,

because they don't even sleep here.

But I can't allow my food to go to waste.

Wasting this would be a crime, a sin to waste this feast.

Betty la fea, the story continues

Did you know Beatriz Aurora had a diary when she was single?

Yes, of course, sir.

-Very good. -I knew.

-Very good. -This is really yummy.

Besides, I need to get my energy back,

because last night, Mr. Hermes, you know what?

I gave my all. They sucked the energy out of me.

Do you...

know...

...what happened between her and Armando?

Good morning.

Betty, are you okay?

What are you doing here?

This is my house.

No. I mean, what am I doing here?

Well, the thing is, you and I, last night...

No, no, no. No.

No, I don't want to know.

Betty, I made you breakfast.

I made you blackberry juice, my favorite. I hope you like it, okay?

Thanks, but no.

It's just that I have to go to the meeting, and I'm late.

-Should I turn around? -Yes, please.

-Yes, sorry. Sorry. -I'll get dressed.

Sure. No, but we have time.

-If you let me, I can take you. -No.

Arriving together at Ecomoda, gossip central? No.

We'd better not. Thanks.

Betty, we have arrived together before.

Besides, we need to talk about what happened.

I'm sorry. No. That's the last thing I want to talk about.

-Okay. -Actually, I need my phone to make a call.

-Can you hand it to me? -Yes, it's here. It's here.

Thank you.

What are you doing?

I don't like people going through my stuff,

but curiosity was killing you, right?

What's this, Ignacio?

Answer me.

Calm down, Mr. Hermes. Don't worry.

INCOMING CALL

Sir, how are you?

Nicolás, where are you?

-At your house, Betty. Where else? -Who is it?

I need you to do me a favor without my dad noticing.

Please, find me some clothes and come get me fast,

but really quickly.

I'm at Esteban's house.

Where?

I'll explain later, okay?

I'll explain later. Come running, fast.

Yes, sir. Don't worry. I'm coming. I'll bring you the papers.

I don't want you to get the wrong idea.

Come.

Look, I'm not the bad guy here.

I just want to help, okay?

Besides, everyone has secrets in this life, right?

You do too.

Or do your parents know you practically live with me?

No.

But I have no problem calling them right now

and telling them where I am.

I love it when you speak to me like that, so serious.

No, wait a minute, Ignacio.

Can you please explain why you're investigating me?

-Investigating? -Yes, me.

I'm doing research for Ecomoda...

My shares were highlighted.

-Your shares? What? -Explain why.

-What do you think of me? What? -Do you want to steal them from me?

-Of course not, Mila. -Is that it?

How can you think that?

I don't know, Ignacio. Explain. I don't get it.

-What do you want? -I want you.

You really deserved that punch from Mr. Hermes.

Dad, nice to see you.

Armando, you left jail

with the solid intention of making things right,

but, so far, you've done absolutely nothing.

Do you have any ideas?

Or are you waiting for Betty to fix everything,

like she always does?

No, Dad.

No, no, no.

I have a plan.

No, I have plans for you.

But first, stop talking to yourself.

They'll think you're seeing ghosts, okay?

Stop the nonsense, Calderón. Did you bring what I asked for?

Of course, but not just that.

Look, for that black eye, I have a potato.

But not just any potato. It's Mr. Potato's potato,

who is the pope of the potatoes. Something like that.

I don't want to hear about the king of potatoes.

Okay. Just put on a slice of potato

for the slap your ex-wife's father gave you.

Keep the potato.

Do you know the most important thing I discovered from monitoring Ecomoda?

That you fascinate me.

You fascinate me because I see you go to the office every day and give your all.

I see your commitment.

I see your talent, your potential,

but I also see you don't get the support you deserve.

Not even from your mom.

-That's not true. -Not true?

No, she had my back yesterday.

She did yesterday. But whose back does she always have?

Hugo Lombardi, he's her priority.

And let's be honest,

he's obsolete, sweetheart, and you are Ecomoda's future.

You are Ecomoda's designer.

And what you need is a good ally to help you

take the place you deserve.

Someone who trusts you.

Hey, they kind of hate you now. What happened with Betty?

Betty didn't sleep at home last night.

No.

She left with that pretty boy, that lawyer.

-Can you believe it? -My God.

What's going on with this country's lawyers' ethics

that they can't keep a healthy distance from their clients?

My God.

Speaking of lawyers, María José sent you this.

Fresh out of court. It's for you to sign.

It's your divorce, since you didn't reach an agreement.

Meanwhile, if you want, I can organize a party

for your return to single life.

I have a wonderful menu.

I'm not in the mood to sign anything today.

Well, I can see it in your face.

But we have a meeting now, right?

Meeting? Forget it.

There won't be any meetings today.

And none of you will go into your offices.

From now on, we'll begin the arms-down strike.

One, two, three.

-Well done. -Are you sure, Mr. Hugo?

-About what? -That there won't be a meeting?

Because Mr. Armando came in very early.

-He's in the office. -Mr. Armando?

I parked his car this morning.

You parked his car?

He looked like Mike Tyson knocked him out in a fight.

What? How come?

Yes. He had a black eye, as if he had a fight last night.

He has anger issues, right, Laurita?

Yes, sir. His eye was all-black.

Excuse me. I'm sorry.

That matter is settled between Armando and his noble rage.

It's antinomianism in ecstasy in the same and opposite way.

No, not like that. No.

Calm down. Relax, Freddy.

What's going on here?

HANDS OFF OUR BENEFITS

Do me a favor and take all of this out.

Clear this out, because I'm in charge of the meeting

and nothing can go wrong.

Patricia, okay, but will we go to the meeting, or what?

-Yes. -We all want to go in.

What are you thinking? Last time was an isolated event.

The only person who can go in, if he pleases,

is Huguito.

Not Huguito. Cindy Calixta.

And let me remind you, girl, that this union

won't allow low-level employees

to be treated derogatorily, okay?

-Yes. -Yes.

Especially you, who are one of them.

I didn't tell you.

Can you believe that, from now on,

there will be a new addition to the union?

And it's the one and only Patricia Fernandez,

also known as...

-Fake Blondie! -Very good.

No, Miss Cindy, but will you let her in? No.

-No, no. -Not with us.

Then I'm leaving,

because I won't hang out with an infiltrator. No, sir.

No, no, no.

Patricia is an infiltrator.

-Can you believe that last night... -Huguito!

...this infiltrator got Botox.

She got it here, here, here...

That's a lie.

I just have it here, in the worry line.

No, seriously.

What's going on here?

Nothing!

Marce, Marce, look, they're stalling the company.

I told you, Marge, that we were going on strike.

And here we are...