Betty la Fea, the Story Continues

Betty. Betty, Betty.

-Come on. I came to take you. Let's go. -Let's go.

I know that this is very complicated,

and that it will get worse, but you're a strong woman.

I know it.

You can get through anything, Beatriz Pinzón Solano.

-Right? -I don't know.

Yes.

Okay. And, since you have the divorce thing,

you don't need a conjugal visit.

SUPERVISOR

Come in, Mr. President.

Armando.

When you put on your striped pajamas, you'll look spectacular.

Sure, since it has black and white stripes,

it'll match the gray in your hair.

The gray afternoon Your wings without feathers

The cruel rain

Your soaking head

Things will get real hard, Armando.

So I recommend you protect your pockets during the day,

and your family jewels during the night.

You made a mistake, sparrow

Well done. Damn it. Make him pay for his misdemeanors.

Make him answer for all the wrong he did to those poor people,

to the company he stole from.

I do want to see him, but far away from my daughter and my granddaughter.

How can somebody disappoint everyone?

What a shame, Armando, for Ecomoda, but mainly for Mila.

How disappointing it is that you're my dad.

You're no longer my Armandaddy.

I'm sorry. Excuse me. But this is an outrage.

We can't tolerate this in Ecomoda.

This has never happened before.

So, making use of my new authority in this company,

we have to call for an emergency meeting right away.

-Sure, okay. -Hey, hey, Freddy.

Lower your voice. This isn't a funfair.

What are you thinking?

Besides, you were just promoted

barely one inch in the food chain, Freddy.

You need more power to call a meeting like this.

So lower your voice.

No, Fake Blonde, I can't believe it.

Are you defending your friends?

Why aren't you defending Mr. Armando?

I will never defend anyone who has been arrested,

because they're always hiding something.

Allow me to correct you with vigor, Pachito's Patrichita.

Armando wasn't arrested. Armando turned himself in,

and that makes the difference for him to get a reduced sentence.

I don't get it. If this is an Ecomoda meeting,

Beatriz, what are these two gentlemen doing here?

As I already explained, Nicolás Mora is the presidential advisor,

and Mr. Esteban Ruiz is Ecomoda's new lawyer.

What happened to María José Arriaga?

She quit.

And it was for the best.

A person who helps hide dirty secrets

and who has hidden intentions can't have my trust.

Okay, but what did Armando do to end up in jail?

The charge he's being accused of is called unfair administration

due to administrative mismanagement.

How long have you known about this?

Since the fashion show.

He told me everything himself.

Betty la fea, the story continues

Look, no one goes to jail for being a good person. Forget it.

What about Mario Calderón?

Mario Calderón hasn't turned up.

He hasn't shown his face. He's probably involved.

I completely agree with you on that, Pachito's Patrichita.

Yes, I'll be alone at the office now,

but believe me, I don't make fun of the misfortunes of others.

But if Armando is in jail,

that's because of Mr. Calderón's doing.

Gray hair doesn't just appear.

If the Spanish have Calderón de la Barca,

we have Calderón the Corrupt.

Can you repeat that, Freddy?

That Calderón guy, the politician who got caught two nights ago.

I think he's terrible.

Colleague, since you suddenly appeared,

we'd like to ask you a question, esteemed colleague.

Why did the authorities arrest Armando, given he's so competent

and the authorities are incompetent?

-Look, Freddy. -Yes.

I don't come in here to gossip, chat or make friends.

I come to work, so excuse me.

-See? -Yes.

-I told you. -It's clear.

-He's hiding something. -He didn't say anything.

So, everyone knows everything, and no one says anything.

How disrespectful to the shareholders and the board.

Armando does whatever he wants behind our backs.

-It's... -Excuse me.

Can you please explain

why I found out in the hallway that my dad is in jail?

-We'll talk later. -No, ma'am.

At least have the decency to look me in the eye

and explain how you let them put my dad in that hole

and you didn't do anything.

Mila, he turned himself in.

What?

And what did he do?

That's what I want to know, but the president isn't being clear.

Voicemail system. Leave your message.

"Voicemail system. You will be charged from now on."

Freddy, the older you get, the dumber, right?

Did you think they'd let Armando have his cell phone in jail?

My dear Patrichita, you clearly don't know our country's legal system.

People of noble birth, in our jails,

they're allowed up to three cell phones.

Poor guy, anyway.

Whatever it may be, we have to organize ourselves

because we have to go visit him.

We have to take him food, because their food must be awful.

Yes, as they say,

"In jail is where you know your true friends."

Yes, we have to be thankful,

and we have a lot to thank Mr. Armando for.

Why should we thank that criminal?

When you find out about the fraud Armando committed,

you'll stop having those innocent puppy eyes.

Excuse me.

Mr. Hugo, they're in a private meeting.

Private?

They're going to be deprived once I start talking.

The situation is very complicated.

We have to handle it with care.

-Yes, but how long? Because... -Hello, hello.

It's nice you're all here, so you can all explain

how you're going to pay my social benefits.

And let me tell you right now

that I won't allow my future to be at risk

because of that white-collar thief, Armando Mendoza.

I don't understand. How come?

Did Armando stick his hands in the employee benefits?

You knew that and didn't do anything?

-What? -What?

I have to turn it on.

Why don't you let me...

Betty, I told you,

either you put this company in order,

or it will start falling apart.

I was waiting for Armando to solve this,

but after he told me everything,

I realized how serious this problem was.

So you knew. You're an accomplice.

No, wait a minute. Betty just found out.

That's one of the reasons why she called for this meeting.

You should be in jail too, Beatriz.

-Marge. -What do you mean?

Don't tell me the yelling ogre...

-No, she's crazy. -...is behind bars.

This got interesting.

Yes, unfairly.

I hope, from the bottom of my heart, that someone does something

so my dad can get out of jail today.

It seems like I'm the only one who realizes the danger

my dad is in.

My dad could be getting abused right now.

-That's true. It's how it is. -God willing.

-Armando will be fine. -How do you know that?

You put my brother in that jail, and he got killed, remember?

Oh, Marge.

I won't let Armando get away with it,

because I know him.

Not even in jail will he be done paying for all the harm he's done to us.

You'll pay my benefits.

I won't allow that, in the future,

I end up in the filthy street

because of Armando's misdeeds.

Careful, Lombardi. Don't mess with my dad.

Please, let's all calm down.

I won't calm down, pretty boy.

Thankfully, Betty's lawyer is calm.

Yes, he's great for her.

-For whom? -For the board room.

You, beautiful fool,

do something or say something.

Don't sit there like one of my workshop mannequins.

Do you know what, Lombardi?

Talking and making a show about everything is your style.

Mine's working quietly, like you say, as a mannequin.

Besides, I just arrived at this company.

But you've been an obstacle for many years now.

Have you had the pleasure of knowing me?

No, you don't have to be a genius to see you don't have a place here.

Okay, okay, man.

I won't waste my time with a has-been designer.

So, excuse me.

This asshole doesn't know who he's messing with.

Please, have some respect.

My contact lenses...

Careful, sir. I dropped them.

-Careful. Thanks. -The ribbon.

-Because... -Yes, I handed them over.

The important thing here is my Armandaddy, right?

I'm calm, anyway,