Ugly Betty

Previously on "Ugly Betty"... Aah!

You have exactly the right voice for a new magazine I'm starting.

I want you to help me run it... in London.

There is something about you that I automatically liked.

I would do anything for that girl.

My biological father has that tweety bird tattoo.

It's a great feeling, isn't it,

when everything is... right in the world?

Hi, Mr. Dunn. I would like to accept your offer.

I don't want anything from you.

I'm the one who made you feel this way. Give me the gun.

Fashionista, trendsetter,

loyal friend...

This cherished icon

who once walked the halls of "mode"

is now eating out of the hands of angels

and soiling the carpets of heaven for all eternity.

Amen. Hallelujah.

Poor alston. He was a good dog, Amanda.

He was.

Good-bye, Halston.

I can't believe it Marc. The only connection

to the mother I never knew is gone.

Indigenous. Good look for you.

Officer, there they are! Amanda...

You said you got a permit for this, right?

Run!

Crisis "mode"...

With "mode" just weeks away

from publishing its 100th anniversary issue,

wilhelmina Slater is still unconscious

after a mysterious shooting at the "mode" offices.

And that bullet

must have been filled with beauty powder,

because she looks ravishing.

So far the only information we have

is that her longtime Nemesis Claire Meade

was the sole witness.

She claims the shooting was an accident,

which has fashionistas everywhere straining

to raise their eyebrows. Come on. Let's go.

B., how can you move to London?

Won't you miss all the kidnapping,

shooting and murder at "mode"? Mm, no, not really.

This looks so good. Yeah, I gotta say,

I'm really glad I'm becoming a part of this latin family.

Aw, kid, we are gonna Spice you up so much,

you're gonna forget you're white.

Okay, this smells amazing. Let's eat.

Unh-unh. Hands off.

For you, sheep's heart,

liver and lung stuffed in intestine,

otherwise known as haggis.

Ew! Oh, my God. Oh!

Oh, my God. I'm gonna vomit. Papi, why?

I-I'm fine just eating what everyone else is eating.

Mija, that's what they eat in the u.K.

You need to toughen up your stomach before you go.

Ugh. Unless, uh...

You want to stay. Papi, I am taking the job in London.

I understand.

Oh, look, so I been looking at a couple of houses

that look pretty good. Shh!

He's in the other room. You guys are moving?

We're just looking.

We haven't told papi yet. With you leaving and everything,

it's just... it's hard time. Well,

he's gonna have to get used to it sometime.

Besides, I saw some nice places in Bay Ridge...

Bay Ridge?! Shh.

Look,

just swear that we are gonna look in Manhattan.

And thanks to the great recession,

you'd be surprised on how affordable things are now. Hey, hey.

Betty, you haven't touched the haggis.

Trust me, you don't want to eat it when it's cold.

That's my phone.

What's the matter with you? Where did you even find that?

Oh! Daniel. Hi, Daniel!

Yes. I can be right there.

Sorry, guys. Daniel needs me.

So... I guess I'll just have to eat with him.

Are you finally gonna tell him that you're moving to London?

Yes, I'm going to tell him. It's just not easy. Okay?

He gave me my start. I owe him everything.

But I've made my decision, and I'm gonna tell him.

Sorry I can't stay for dinner.

You really haven't missed that much.

We had this ridiculous aborted funeral for Amanda's dog.

She brought that big queen

who I think is her father.

But I'm not sure, and I would just hate for her

to have to go through all that again.

What else can I tell you?

Oh. Well, I'm still not over Troy

even though he's got a boyfriend.

H... what?

Stop it.

I like him.

Oh, you're so bad.

Willie...

I knew your obsession with the meades

would get the better of you.

Now look at you. Your makeup is still flawless,

but you're in a coma.

I just want you to be happy,

'cause all this scheming...

It's killing you.

You know, I think this is the best conversation

we've ever had.

Are you crazy?

Look, you're doing your fishy face thing in this one.

No, I'm not. That's just my face.

No, it's not. And you're standing like a robot.

So my shoulders don't droop. What's the matter with that?

Daniel, this is your big picture

for the 100th anniversary issue.

This looks like the guy that I met my first day on the job.

This is pose-y Daniel. You're not that guy anymore.

Well, thank you. I will take that as a compliment.

So, um... Daniel,

uh... listen.

There's something I've been wanting to tell you.

Wait. Uh, one quick thing.

In this issue, we're doing profiles

of everyone who's ever been editor-in-chief of "mode,"

and I was hoping maybe you'd write mine.

Really?

Oh, my God! I would love that!

Good. 'Cause I gotta tell ya,

there's no way I could've done this job without you.

I think we make a good team, you and me.

So... I interrupted you.

What were you saying?

You know what? I forgot.

Good morning, sunshine.

No, I haven't had a chance to tell Daniel yet.

Well, don't you think he'll notice

when you stop showing up for work in three weeks?

Hilda, I can't talk about this. I'm at work.

And if anyone here finds out I'm taking a job in London,

it will spread like wildfire. You're taking a job in London?

Shh! Marc, please.

Please don't say anything. Daniel doesn't know yet.

Just give me a chance to tell him first. Of course. Of course.

I totally get it. I'm not going to tell anyone.

What are you doing? What are you doing?! Marc! Oops.

You did not. I totally did.

Say hi to the beckhams.

Hey, Betty, have fun in London.

Oh, no, no, no, no. No. Oh, God, no!

No, don't send that!

That's not yours to send!

Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!

Oh, God.

Stop! Don't take any calls!

Give me five minutes alone with him!

Daniel!

Betty.

I have something I have to tell you, and it's big.

Bigger than you taking a job in London?

I'm so sorry you found out before I could tell you.

Daniel, I am so grateful for these last four years.

It has been a pleasure working with you.

Actually, an honor, and... did you rehearse this?

A little. Daniel...

We're always gonna be friends, and I...

Betty, it's fine.

It is?

Yeah.

Okay.

Great.

Is there anything else?

Um, yeah. I...

I need you to...

Sign this form releasing me from my contract.

They need it tomorrow.

Yep. No problemo.

Okay.

Great.

When I heard what happened, I had to come.

Connor, I don't understand.

How did you... get out of jail?

I talked a guard into letting me out for a few hours.

He's just outside.

But I thought you'd been transferred.

That's what I needed you to believe

so that you could move on.

But, Willie...

I can't live without you.

Okay, let's calm down...

Before we put you back in that coma.

Oh! It would be worth it.

I spent my entire life fighting f a magazine

when I should've been fighting for you.

It's all gonna be different now.

Wilhelmina Slater is a completely changed woman.

Well, I hope not completely changed.

There were some parts of you I rather liked.

Hi, Daniel.