All language subtitles for Ugly Betty s01e19 Punch Out.eng

Previously on "Ugly Betty"...

- Why are you stalking me?
- Excuse me?

I am not stalking you.

I am monitoring an illegal
immigrant who is a flight risk.

What is this?

A tracking device.

I'm not one of your flying
monkeys, Wilhelmina.

Don't cross me, sweetheart,

'cause you'll lose.

You're here because of me,

because of what I did.

I'm turning myself in.

Listen to me, Wilhelmina.

You are not getting your
hands on this company.

The only person running this
magazine will be a Meade.

- Alex won.
- I'm sorry.

If Alex wants to take over,
then let him.

I got lots of partying
to catch up on.

Good morning, Amanda.

Oh, hey, Betty.

I was just thinking about you.

Really?

That's nice.

Wow. They're even
bigger than I remember.

Daniel Meade's office.

Oh, no, I'm sorry.
He's not here right now.

He's, um,
in a breakfast meeting.

Daniel Meade's office.

Oh, no, um, I'm sorry.

He's all tied up.

Daniel, it's me.
You've got to get over here.

Alexis is totally taking over.

Um, hi. Can I help you?

Just admiring the inner
sanctum of the feckless prince.

As the empire dissolves, even the
cushion on the bone-white chaise

sags with defeat.

Wait a minute.

I know that hat.

You're Quincy Combs.

You're writing that sleazy
book about the Meades.

Oh, it's a critic, too.

Tell me, would this blind item
about a certain magazine editor

seen humping under
the Peter Pan statue--

It wasn't him!
Time for you to go.

Oh, my, you are feisty.

And I bite, too.

Do not underestimate me.

You may be the beast
that guards the gates,

but I've taken down kings,
presidents, the electric car.

Daniel Meade does not
stand a chance against me.

Go.

Higher.

I said higher.

Any higher,
and I'll be giving you a pelvic exam.

- Just pin it.
- Ow!

Well, fill my bucket
with nothing but thighs.

Relax, colonel.
We all know you prefer nuggets.

Ew. That'll be chicken ruined for me.
I'll get you some shoes.

Bradford Meade won't be able
to keep his hands off you.

That's the idea.

In six months,
you'll be running Meade Publications.

In a year,
a small latin american country.

Here. These should work.

You got invited to Prague?

Ugh. I would kill
to go to this club.

How did "C" get on the A-list?

Well, I guess when you're one of
the Top Ten Designers to Watch,

people in the city want
to get to know you.

You have a hard time saying
"thank you," don't you?

Not when I mean it, no.

Listen, McMartyr, you knew exactly
what you were getting yourself into,

so spare me the conscience
and enjoy the spotlight,

'cause it can all go away...

just like that.

Hold still, Nacho.

Ooh, looks like somebody's
got a little boo-boo there.

I tried wearing it
under my socks.

My idea.
It was ruining his pant line.

Good news is I'm free. Bad news is
now I gotta take out the garbage.

I'm sorry, Nacho.
I was just doing my job.

I didn't realize your job
included torturing me.

I thought you were
a flight risk.

I was doing it
for your own good.

Now I will always go the extra
mile to make sure my clients

become citizens of the U.
S. of A.

Is she gonna give
us another flag?

When do I get to
meet my lawyer?

My court date's a month away.

You haven't heard from him yet?

No.

I'll call Jerry to see if he could swing
by my place tonight so you can meet him.

Your place?

Um, look, um, Constance, I-I'd just...
feel better if--

If what? You don't trust me?

Of course I trust you.

Listen, Ignacio,

I admit I had a thing for you.

I don't go blonde
for just anyone,

but that's over.

Here's my address.

Make sure you
bring some flowers.

It's a joke.

Honey, you must think you're
the only chip in the bag.

Bye, Hilda.

Bye, Constance.

I love her.

Okay, there is no way
you're going to her house.

Hilda, I need to
meet the lawyer.

Yeah, in an office with
fluorescent lights and witnesses--

Look, I'm not making any waves.
I'm too close to getting my green card.

Papi!

Hilda! I can handle
my own affairs.

Daniel, where have you been?
It's almost 2:00.

Already? Whoo!
Got any messages for me?

Yes. Becks called to say,

"Congratulations on getting
into Tabitha's gift bag."

Ew. I just got that.

Have you, by any chance,
taken a look at Page Six today?

That's the Peter Pan statue. I just thought
it was some creepy kid watching us.

Daniel, there are
people following you.

Just earlier today, I caught Quincy
Combs snooping in your office.

Quincy Combs? Rapper?

No. Celebrity trasher.
He's the guy who wrote those books

on Kathie Lee, Kobe, Whoopi.

Whoopi? What did she do?

It's not out yet,
but apparently, it's shocking.

The Meades are next.

He wants to destroy
your family.

A little late for that, huh?

Not for you.

Open up.

Daniel, if he finds out

just how out of
control you've gotten,

you're gonna be the first
five chapters of that book.

Won't be my first
time in print.

Things are different now. You've actually
earned some respect in this business.

Betty, you worry too much.

Well, somebody has to worry!
You are never here.

Look, I'm sure Alexis is
handling everything just fine.

Oh, okay, so that's it? You're just
gonna hand everything over to her?

You've worked so hard
for the last six months.

Yeah, and it was taken
away from me in a minute.

Don't you get it?

I'm being exactly the way
my family expects me to be.

You know what?

I'm having a blast.

I'm actually good at this.

Those aren't my shoes.

You have models
coming in at 4:00.

Nice.

Girl models, though, right?

I'll be there.

- Is that a problem, Dick?
- It's Nick.

When I give a message to Alexis,
the person needs a last name. Get it?

And what if Madonna calls?

Ciccone, Penn, Ritchie--
pick one.

Snap! She read you.

Why didn't anyone tell me
Alexis needed an assistant?

I left Daniel's desk because I
thought I had a shot at moving up.

- You got a new headset.
- I'm talking.

I want a career
I can be proud of

and a door I can close
when I want to take a nap.

It's not too late.

He hasn't even been here long enough
for us to figure out why we hate him.

I know why.
Because he's a suck-up...

and he won't sleep with me.

Me neither.

Mandy, if you want Alexis
to see you as a contender,

you need to be here 24/7 and be willing
to do ridiculous and demoralizing things

for somebody who's too freakin'
lazy to-- Hello, Willie.

Lick that for you?

Quincy Combs?

How did that inky snake
get in the building?

I thought there was a
gag order against him.

There should be. A red hat with
his skin tone? I'm gagging.

Alexis is meeting with him.

Let's put it this way--

If my father were drowning,
I would pull up a lawn chair and watch.

My, such candor.

Why not?

You're writing a trashy book,
and I'm dying to trash him.

My father told me
I was dead to him.

He tormented my mother by
flaunting his affair with Fey.

Flaunted? Fey's diaries
made it sound so discreet.

Diaries?

Who gave you her diaries?

Fey's maid and I go
back a long way.

Is there anything about
my mother in them?

Oh, yes.

When Fey writes about your mother,
her pen drips with more venom

than a cobra squaring
off with a mongoose.

- Just get to the point.
- She thought she was a bitch.

Mr. Combs, I have been meeting
with my mother's lawyers,

trying to build a defense.

If there's anything in
those diaries that could--

Nothing I've read could spring
your mama from the big house.

However, the diaries for the last six
months of her life are unaccounted for.

Might be something in there.

Then I need them.

Unfortunately nobody
knows where they are.

I suspect they may be locked
up in Fey's secret room.

What are you talking about?

Apparently, your father
and Ms. Sommers...

had daily trysts...

right here in the
"Mode" office.

Fey refers to it as their...

"Love Dungeon."

Can I get you
girls some coffee?

I'm sorry for the interruption, but you
have a 5:00 p.m. circulation meeting.

Is there something wrong
with your circulation?

Do you need me to
rub something?

My sister can cover for me.

My sister covers
for me all the time.

So you two do
everything together?

We have to.
This is our first trip to New York,

and I promised our mama I
would keep an eye on this one.

Like I'm going to rip off my
clothes and jump into a fountain.

Oh, so you do have
plans for tonight.

That depends on you.

You can't follow him around
with a stun gun, love.

So I'm supposed to sit around
and watch a friend fall apart?

He's not a friend.
He's your boss.

- He's both. I mean--
- Hey, don't cross that line.

This building is not the
place to look for friends.

You don't want to get in
too deep with these people.

Trust me. Everyone around
here has got a hidden agenda.

Well, not Daniel,
and he needs me right now.

He's only acting out
to punish his family.

You know, he hasn't changed
his socks since tuesday?

His socks? Next you'll be
packing his lunch for him.

Oh, Betty, you didn't.

Well, he can't drink like
that on an empty stomach.

Ever since Henry got back
with his girlfriend,

you have become obsessed with
taking care of Daniel.

That's crazy.

When was the last time you
had a Meade-free night?

Well, I just went on that
date with my orthodontist,

and we spent the entire
night with Daniel's mother.

And last friday?

I had Marc over for dinner.
I left...

and ran off to the printer...

with Daniel.

Oh, my god.

You're right.

My whole life is Daniel.

What do I do?

You can start by leaving this
building at a decent hour.

You up for a little
bit of fun in the city?

Yes. Yes! Right now.

Now you promise me that you won't even
think about this place for the whole night.

I promise. No Daniel.

Okay, am I dressed
right for the club?

Sure...

if you're auditing them.

Ta-da!

Oh, look. It's Scary Bradshaw
and a side of potatoes.

Guess what, Amanda?
Betty wears the same size shoe as you.

- Becks?
- Where's everybody going?

- I didn't miss the party, did I?
- Oh, no, there's no party.

Daniel's in a meeting
with two models.

Oh, add Becks, you get a party.

- I forgot to tell Daniel one thing--
- No!

Where do they keep the menus?

Uh, do I look like I eat?

Some of us do and
have to work late.

You would understand if you had something
to do besides putting on lipstick.

Oh, and some of us should look
into powdering our brown nose.

I don't keep menus here.
Try the kitchen.

Sorry to bother you.

- I thought you might be hungry.
- I think Nick's--

Oh, he's in the kitchen,
making his own dinner.

You know Nick,
always looking out for number one.

That was amazing. You just said your
name and they pulled the rope back.

- You're a celebrity!
- No, I'm not.

Yes, you are. Enjoy it.
I'm with Christina McKinney.

Betty, will you stop
saying that, please?

Why can't you have any fun with it?
You worked so hard for this.

I don't know. I'm just...
I'm--I'm Scottish.

We're a humble people who like to drink.
So what do you want?

Try a Dirty Girl Scout.

Oh... is this that
kind of a club?

No, it's a cocktail, love.
I'll be back in a minute.

Hi, I'm Lois.

This is fun, being at a club.

I don't do this a lot,
but I'm gonna start.

I'm gonna start doing
a lot of things.

You know, I love my job,
but it's just not enough.

I'm at a place in my life where
I need to be a little selfish.

Your eyes are open and you're snoring.
I've... never seen that before.

- Hello?
- This is Eastern Limo.

Is this Daniel Meade's office?

No, this is his assistant, though.
Can I help you?

Yes, we were called to
pick him up at a party,

but we can't find him.
Uh, do you know where he currently is?

Well, I did make reservations for
him at the, uh... the Salt Mine.

Salt Mine?
Oh, that's so yesterday.

Wait a second!
Is this Quincy Combs?!

Hello? Hello!

Sorry, sorry. Whoops, whoops.

What would I like?

I'd like you to defend my wife

without reducing her
to a raving sociopath!

Should I come back
at a better time?

I'm not sure there'll be one.

Sales reports.

You poor soul.

I can't imagine how difficult
this must be for you.

Your children only
live to embarrass you,

and your wife
takes away "Mode,"

the most precious
jewel in your crown.

You must feel so alone.

I just want you to know...

you're not.

Thanks, Willie.

I appreciate it.

This just came for you.
It looked really important,

and I didn't want you to have to wait
for Nick to get off his personal call.

Thank you, Amanda.

Daniel, if you get this while
you're still at the restaurant,

you may want to go out
through the kitchen.

Betty!

I gotta go. Bye.

We didn't speak. It was just a message.
I'm not working.

I'm here to have fun.
Whoo-hoo! Look. Free jell-o.

Oh! They didn't have this
flavor when I was a kid.

Oh, come on. Listen, I just met two
blokes at the bar. They are lovely.

I think I've just
met your..."Mr. Big."

- Hi.
- Hey.

Hey, you must be Betty.
This is Ben.

Kevin and Ben were at Fashion Week. They
were setting up all the audio equipment.

Oh, did you see Christina's designs?
They were great, weren't they?

"New York" magazine says that
hers were the most impressive.

Oh, they don't wanna
hear about that.

Oh, I love this song.
Oh, let's dance.

Yeah.

Come on.

So, uh, did you...
grow up in the city?

Michigan. Cheboygan.

Never heard of it?

Oh, you know what? Actually,
Daniel went to tennis camp there.

He still gets the newsletter.

- Who's Daniel?
- Oh, he's my--

Uh, you know what?
We're not talking about him.

- Do you wanna dance?
- I can't dance.

We could both try.
It might be fun.

Okay.

- Sorry.
- Hold on there, turbo.

My bad.

Hey, come on, man!

Maybe we should find a corner
with a little bit more space.

Yeah, me, too.

Yeah! Let's go find
ourselves a table.

Something wrong?

Um, no. Uh, you know what?
I'll be right back.

Uh, don't move.

Or move,
but maybe not your arms.

Does this meeting
include dinner?

Well, honey, I gotta eat.
This tank doesn't run on empty.

Sit down.
I'll bring out the dip.

- Does Jerry live around here?
- Who?

Jerry, my lawyer.

Oh, uh... he lives in Sheepshead Bay,
but he's always running late,

so come on, dig in.

We don't need him to
start our party--meeting.

He patted my hand.

- Hmm, maybe that's foreplay.
- In a nursing home!

Oh, my god.
Have I still got it?

You're totally hot,
especially for a woman of your--

height.

How'd she do it?

How did Fey get that
old sack in the sack?

Maybe something in one of
Fey's diaries can help you.

Diaries?

- What diaries?
- I heard from Amanda,

who overheard Nick talking to Alexis,
about a meeting that she had with Quincy.

Fey kept diaries.

Get that fruity
pebble on the phone.

I need to know what's
in those pages.

Kevin's bought us
another round.

Where's Ben?

Oh, bloody hell.
Come on, let's go somewhere else.

No, no, no, no, no. No, I wanna stay,
Christina, I do. I just...

I need to tell him one thing.

Betty, he's a big boy.
He can look after himself.

I know. I know that,
but Quincy Combs is looking for him.

And look at that.
That could be the cover of his book.

Betty, you're addicted.
If he was crack,

you would sell your
nephew for a bag of him.

What exactly are
you looking for?

Insight. Fey kept that
romance alive for years.

She must have written
something in those diaries.

Interesting.

You don't return my calls,
and now--

I didn't come empty-handed.

Oh, Wilhelmina,
cash is so crude.

It's not money.

It's photographs.

Unless you're not interested in seeing
the gradual transformation of Alex Meade

into Alexis Meade.

Where on earth
did you get these?

Oh, now,
before I lose you completely, tell me,

what did Fey do
that turned him on?

From what I can gather, Fey kept
her feet as soft as a baby's bottom.

Daily pedicures, dead sea salts,

paraffin treatments.

Apparently, her velvety
instep rattled his cage.

Bradford is into feet?

She must have been quite facile.
She describes feeding him cherries

that she could pick
up with her toes.

Oh, my.

Now you see it,

and now you don't.

All these people were
assigned to you?

I've helped a whole lot
of folks become citizens.

How come you're not in
any of the pictures?

I'm always the one
holding the camera.

Hungry? Time for pork roast.

Wait, what about Jerry?

Ignacio, Jerry isn't coming.

He called right before you got here.
He's not taking your case.

- What?
- Look, we knew it wasn't a slam-dunk.

You worked illegally,
used a false social security number.

- But you told me that--
- I would help you,

and I plan on keeping my word.

You deserve to be
a citizen, Ignacio.

And as soon as we
finish eating,

we'll get in the car,
drive to Atlantic City,

have dessert and get married.

What?!

I booked us the bridal
suite at Bally's.

Tomorrow morning,
you're gonna wake up

and strut down that
boardwalk a legal man.

Want some wine to celebrate?

Constance, you
can't be serious.

Oh, that's right.
You got that funky heart.

I'll pour you some grape juice.

You're not too into this place,
are you?

No, it's great.

I saw that on
"Dancing with the stars."

I always wanted to do that.

You can dip me like
Leeza Gibbons.

I'm gonna spin you now.

Can you handle it?

Can you?

Oh, no. It's Quincy!

What? What's wrong?
Did I break something?

No, no. Um, lift me again.

A little to the left.
Your left.

No, back a little bit more.

Back, back, back, back.
Go to the right.

- Betty, what's going on?
- Nothing. We're having fun.

Aren't you having fun?
Lift me again.

No. I can't believe
this is happening.

I thought maybe you were different, But
you're like every other girl in this city,

always scanning the room and
looking for something better.

- No, no!
- Yeah.

Though you're the first one that's
ever made me help her look.

What--no. Wait, Ben...

My father's not here right now.
What's this all about?

The message you left
was passed on to me.

I searched my files, and
Mr. Suarez is not in the system.

He has to be.

His court date is in a month.

I bought him a tie.

Prussian blue, very neutral.

Who scheduled the date again?

His caseworker--
Constance Grady.

I took over all of
Miss Grady's cases.

Your father was
not on her list.

- Why did you take over her cases?
- Well, somebody had to.

She was fired two months ago.

Sit your rump down,
cause this rump is ready, baby.

Constance, please. Just give me the
number and I'll call the lawyer myself.

You wanna ruin your appetite
after I been cooking all day?

Hello?

Papi, you need to
get out of there.

Hilda? My daughter--
some problem at home.

No, no, no,
the problem is over there.

Your caseworker was
fired two months ago.

What?!

You heard me.
She lied. Bitch crazy!

Now, listen.
The woman had a breakdown.

She's unstable,
so don't make any quick moves.

Just--just politely excuse
yourself and get out!

Okay, turn off the main water pipe.
I'll call you right back.

Dinner's ready.

- What took you so long?
- Believe it or not,

they only sell these critters
in one pet shop in Jersey City.

Well, hurry up.
I don't have all night.

Willie, you know that I believe
in suffering for our beauty,

but I don't think
I can watch this.

Get a grip, Mary. We did an
article on this two months ago.

If housewives in Singapore
can handle it, so can I.

They're just little fish
nibbling off dead skin.

Couldn't we just use a
really strong loofah?

Dump 'em!

My, they're hungry.

Hi.

Oh, hi.

I'm just, uh...
feeling the walls.

Well, I just wanted to let
you know that Nick left.

Something about cheerleading
finals on cable and cocaine.

Anyway, I am here as
long as you need me.

I don't. Thanks. Good night.

Can I ask you a question?

Did you even think of hiring
me to be your assistant?

Everyone knows I wouldn't mind
getting a leg up in this company.

Yes, but apparently you've had
both legs up with my brother.

That's ancient history.

Amanda, I just don't
see us as a good fit.

Well, I'm sorry
you feel that way,

but I could've been
a real asset to you.

I know this place
inside and out.

I know who stole what.
I know who slept with who.

I knew Janie in styles was
pregnant before she did.

And F.Y.I., it's not her
husband's or her boyfriend's.

You do know a lot.

Look, I'm trying to find something that
might help with my mother's defense.

Have you ever heard anything
about a secret room?

You mean the Love Dungeon?

Do you know where it is?

Sure, in Never-Never-Land.

It doesn't exist.

It was Fey's way of saying,
"I'm hung over and I wanna go home."

If you'd hired me,
you'd already know that.

Maybe I made a mistake.

If anything should ever happen to Nick,
you're next in line.

You mean, like,
if he falls down the stairs?

Actually, I was thinking more like
if he got married and moved away,

but I like your ambition.

For now, let's forget you ever
saw me in Daniel's office.

Why don't you go pick out something
nice for yourself in the closet?

Daniel!

Daniel!

Daniel!

Daniel!

Back away.

Daniel, this is Betty.

If you hear me,
Quincy Combs is in the house!

Save yourself! Go out the back door!
Quincy Combs...

- Betty?
- is looking...

...for you.

Is that girl stalking you?

Sorry, but, uh, my daughter says
the whole basement is flooded.

- Must be a broken pipe.
- But I made dinner.

It looks great.
Maybe you could wrap it up,

and we could do this
later in the week.

Pork lasts forever.

Dios.

Could you open this, please?

I don't like leftovers.

And I don't like to be
interrupted on my wedding night.

Please, give me my phone
back and let me go.

- My family needs me.
- So do I.

Now try this on.

What, did you follow me here?

No! Daniel, I was here before you.
I was enjoying a Filthy Cub Scout.

Betty, what were you thinking?

I didn't know what else to do.
I saw you acting crazy,

and I saw Quincy Combs' hat!
I was just trying to--

No! No,
we are not doing this here. I--no.

But, Daniel,
I was just trying to--

Betty, stop!

We're not at the office.

I don't need a chaperone or
a bodyguard or a babysitter.

When we leave that building,
your day is over.

Do you understand?

Please, for god sake,
just let me live my life!

Punch out!

Daniel, you promised me and
my sister you'd come dance.

Come on.

Oh, you're still here?

And I thought I was
burning the midnight oil.

What's that?

I forgot to include it
with the earlier package.

Mind if I... sit for a moment?

It's been a crazy day, and...

my shoes are killing me.

I know you never expect to
hear this from me, but...

sometimes it's criminal
what we do for fashion.

Any chance we can have
a drink, Bradford?

What?

Drink?

Oh, yeah. Uh...

What would you like?

Uh, I'll have whatever
you're having.

Oops.

I don't like being played.

You gave me hope that I could find
some evidence to help my mother.

There is no "Love Dungeon," Quincy,

and no diaries either,
I'm guessing.

Go find some other chump,
because you just lost your best source.

So the besieged queen needs
to see a little evidence?

Well, I have it right here.

"September, 2005--

"Don't know what I can say to comfort B.
We met in the Love Dungeon."

See? Right here--
Fey's handwriting. It goes on.

"Our afternoon delight has been
replaced by talk, talk, talk of Alex,

"and how badly B. feels
for the way he treated his son."

- This part is not important.
- Give me that.

"Alex took off for Europe,

"and now B. wants to follow
and beg him to come home."

Try the pants on, too.
I want to take a picture.

Constance, don't.

You mind wearing a little heel?

I don't want to tower over you
since I'm wearing my hair up.

We are not getting married!

I am trying to help you, Nacho!

You can't help me.

You don't even work
there anymore!

The game is over, Constance.
Now please, let me go.

So you're gonna be like
all the rest of 'em, huh?

I help you put your
life together.

I hold your hand when you walk
into that big, scary courthouse.

I get you to the finish line,
and then I never hear from you again.

- That is not true.
- Yes, it is.

There are over 200 people
in that book alone.

Where are they now?

Constance, every one of those people
remembers you and are grateful,

believe me,
but you can't expect them to come back

'cause they still need
you to hold their hands.

They have to go forward,

and so do you.

Constance, open up!

Papi, are you in there?

Papi!

Constance, I could stand
out here all night!

What the hell is going on?

- We were just talking.
- In costume?!

You are in a lot
of trouble, lady!

No, she's not.

Can I have my phone, please?

- Here.
- What is this for?

I'd like you to take a
picture before we leave.

Take...

I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have made you come here.

No, you were right.
I get too involved.

What's wrong with me?
Why can't I just be more like you

- and stay out of the drama?
- Betty!

I mean, look what it's done for you.
You should totally go back in there.

People know your name.
You're gonna be huge.

Yeah, well,
everything comes at a price.

What is going on with you?

No one can praise you without
you getting all weird.

Because I don't
deserve any of it.

I didn't get into Fashion
Week because of my talent.

I made a deal with Wilhelmina.

A deal?

I agreed to do things for her--

certain favors,
supplying information.

What kind of information?

Oh, everything--gossip,
who's loyal, who's not.

I think I even had something to
do with putting Daniel's father

and mother behind bars.

Wait. Why would you ever
agree to help Wilhelmina?

Because... I just wanted
someone to see my designs

that wasn't just my
mother or my bloody cat.

So every conversation we've had,
everything I've told you, you've taken back

- and you've reported?
- Betty, if someone came to you

and offered you help just to
get closer to your dream, you--

No, I wouldn't.

I have dreams, too, but I would never
do something to hurt you like this.

I didn't do this to hurt you. Can we
just--please, can we talk about it?

No, I don't think that we can.

Christina, you're right.

That building is the wrong
place to look for friends.

So you plan on working
late again this week?

My schedule is wide open.

It's Alexis.

Could you please give
me a call when you can?

Thanks...

Dad.

You expecting someone?

Might be my sister.

Answer, will you?
I need to go to the bathroom.

Hey.

You weren't sleeping, were you?

I didn't think so.

Where is, um, where's Becks?

I thought it would be more
fun to end the night here.

Oh. Okay.

There's, um,
still some more champagne.

I've had plenty.

So are you giving Petra
the may cover or the June?

We didn't talk
about any covers.

I would prefer May.

It'll give us a better shot at
doing "Harper's Bazaar"in July.

What, are you also her manager?

No.

I'm her mother,

and my daughter is a month shy of 17,
so either you give her this cover

or you might find yourself in
a bit of trouble, Mr. Meade.

Petra is 16?

You didn't ask to see I.D.,
did you?

You naughty, naughty boy.

So what does this mean?
You have to start all over again?

The guy who's got my case
says he'll do what he can

to get me the earliest
possible court date.

We'll see.

So she's just been lying
to you this whole time?

Why didn't you let
Hilda call the police?

I think she's been
punished enough.

So how was your night?

Did you go to that big,
fancy club?

Was it fun?

That much, huh?

It's just been a very long day.

Yeah, tell me about it.

You know, dad,
people can really surprise you.

Yes, they can,

but it's not always bad.

Like when you think you're
going to Yankee Stadium,

and you end up at a Mets game.

They won their division.

Maybe we're just too trusting.

You know what, mija?

Maybe that's not
such a bad thing.

- Hello?
- Hi. Uh, Mr. Suarez, it's Daniel.

- Sorry to call so late.
- That's fine.

Is everything okay?

Uh, no, not really.

I've been trying to reach Betty on her
cell, but it's gone straight to voice mail.

Is she there?

It's Daniel.

He wants to speak to you.

It sounds like he
might be in trouble.

Tell him I'll see
him in the morning.

I've punched out.