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Previously on "Ugly Betty"...

Have you been here before?

I don't think so.

Walter.

In the next few days, something
big is going to happen at "Mode,"

and when it does,
Wilhelmina's going to be in charge,

and when she is,

these are the people
who are staying,

and these are the people
who get the Jimmy Choo.

You are looking at the soon-to-be-
crowned editor-in-chief of "Mode."

Do you think dad is
capable of murder?

I think your father is
capable of anything.

Two years ago,
the Meade family lost their eldest son.

While he may have lost a son,
he gained a daughter.

Hi, daddy. I'm back.

- Alex?
- Bradford Meade?

You're under arrest for
the murder of Fey Sommers.

Is it fun having a sister?

Scandal and sex change and murder--
oh, my!

In a move that sent permanent waves
through the fashion community,

Alex Meade, the eldest son of
the mega-powerful Meade clan,

reappeared friday at "Mode's"
Top Ten to Watch fashion show...

as a she.

I can't believe all of this is
happening to people that I know.

I heard a rumor that
they keep "it" in a jar.

Widely assumed to have met
his maker in a skiing accident,

no one was more surprised
to see his son--

looking stunning in a fabulous
organza and leather gown--

than papa Bradford.

Okay, time for you to
get ready for school.

- Fine.
- Let me get this straight.

Your boss' brother
wears women's clothes?

No, that's a transvestite.
Alexis is a transsexual.

What's the difference?

Transsexuals have surgery to reassign
themselves to the opposite sex.

Ouch.

The reunion didn't
last long, however,

as the senior Meade was promptly
carted off to the big house

for the alleged murder of former
"Mode" editor Fey Sommers.

Wow. Those hands are too
small to belong to a man.

Yeah, and you gotta find out
where she gets her nails done.

when the president of the company's
been arrested for murder, right?

I brought you a doughnut.

Walter, it's not
really a good time.

Okay.

Well, I also have some other
news that I think you're gonna--

I don't know if I have a job.

I-I gotta go. I'm sorry.

Maybe I'll meet you for lunch.

She's, um...
got a lot going on.

Sources suspect it was none
other than Alexis Meade

who provided the evidence
to put her father away.

Meanwhile, no one knows which side
brother Daniel is going to fall on,

which brings us to the
all-important question--

what's going to
happen at "Mode"?

Miss Meade. Miss Meade, what made
you decide to come back as a woman?

Are you enjoying
wearing dresses?

What size breasts
did you go with?

How does it feel to
be back at Meade?

Fan-freakin'-tastic.

Wait!

Thanks.

So how's it going in there?

Terrific.

Just like the club,
except the caddies all carry shivs.

- How's your mother doing?
- I wouldn't know.

She spent the entire
weekend with Alex.

We have to fight him, Daniel.

While I'm in here, it's up to you
to keep Meade Publications running.

Did you talk to the lawyers?

They said the prosecution's got
some pretty strong evidence--

phone logs, e-mails,

Fey's car.

You do believe I'm innocent,
don't you?

I want to.

- Hi. Uh, I'm Betty.
- Suarez.

My brother's assistant.

I know who you are.

Okay, let's just cut to it.

They softened the jaw,
slimmed the nose,

lowered the hairline,
shaved the adam's apple,

and then there
are the implants--

cheeks, breasts, ass.

I'll spare you the more graphic details,
but just to put a rumor to rest,

they don't save "it" in a jar.

That's good to know.

And, no, I haven't given up smoking.
It's a hormone patch

so my mustache
doesn't grow back.

Really?

Where'd you get that?

Because I have to bleach all the time,
and it is such a pain.

"Mode" magazine stands
behind the Meade family.

And we are certain all these
matters will be resolved.

In a timely and
appropriate manner.

Do you have any job openings?

Daniel, the "Times"
called wanting a quote,

Dr. Phil called
offering his services,

and E! called, wanting to do a
reality show about your family.

Tell 'em all no.
Call a staff meeting for 11:00 a.m.

We are way behind on the swimsuit issue,
and I need people

to focus on business.
Anything else?

Your sister's in the building
if you want to talk to her.

- I don't have a sister.
- Daniel...

Betty, we have an
issue to get out,

and I need coffee-- lots of it.

Henry. Hey.
What are you doing here?

Hiding.

When paparazzi are stalking accountants,
you know it's bad.

Yeah, I know.

They were following me, too,

and one of them thought that my
glasses and nose were a disguise.

I like your glasses
and your nose.

Listen, I was wondering,

do you have any interest in seeing "Wicked"
tomorrow night? I have two tickets.

Oh, my god. How did you know
that I wanted to see that?

Well, you were humming "Popular"
in the elevator on tuesday.

You noticed.

After that you said,
"I'm dying to see 'Wicked.'"

You know,
green girl who feels like an outsider...

Go figure.

I would love to.

It's a date.

Oh, um, wait.

I-I can't. Uh...

You know, the...

Walter.

Oh. Sorry.

Y-yeah.

It's just...
you hadn't mentioned him in a while.

I know, um...

it's just--
it's--it's really complicated.

Sure.

But maybe we can still go,
you know, just as friends.

I guess we can do that.

Great. That's perfect.
I'll see you tomorrow.

Great.

Great. Another friend.

I think word is out among
the staff about the takeover.

Another suck-up bouquet.

Well, if you wanted to suck up,
Leslie, you should have known

I hate peonies.

So I just got an e-mail from
Daniel about a meeting at 11:00.

Why does he still
get to do that?

I thought we were in power now.

Relax, Evita.

In due time.

Daniel,

everyone's waiting for you in
the conference room. It's 11:00.

Oh, right. Uh, thanks.

I realize the fax machines
have been working overtime

with all the r�sum�s
being sent out.

I thought Wilhelmina
was in charge now.

- I sent her peonies.
- Yeah, I know,

and I switched your card with Leslie's.
You're welcome.

...will continue
as it always has.

I just ask for your patience
and trust in the coming weeks...

uh, as we get
everything sorted out.

Aw. Little Danny's
running a meeting.

That is just so cute.

Does anyone have a camera?

Well, seeing as this is a meeting
for "Mode" employees only,

I don't think my dead brother
falls into that category.

And that's where you're wrong.

"In the event of the death or
incapacitation of Bradford Meade,

control of Meade Publications transfers
immediately to his eldest son,

Alexander Spencer Meade."

It's a shame dad never got
around to updating the charter.

I guess he didn't have
anyone he could trust.

You can't be serious.

I am,
and to show you how serious,

I'd like to present the new
editor-in-chief of "Mode,"

Wilhelmina Slater.

Me?

Well, I-I'm as
shocked as all of you,

and I'm flattered, but...

He doesn't work here anymore.

Danny, you're fired.

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Thanks again for your time.
I appreciate it.

So what did the lawyers say?
Do I need to start packing?

We're not going anywhere.

Yeah! That's what
I'm talking about.

See, the charter gives control
to Alex Meade, and technically,

Alex is dead.
We can challenge the entire document.

That's all we got?

Yeah, and the eldest son is
now the eldest daughter.

That's also questionable.

I'm gonna start packing.

No, no, no, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Betty, we're buying time,

and with time,
my father will get out,

and Alex will be gone
from my life again.

Look, Daniel,
if Alexis does end up in power,

maybe it'd be better
to be on her side.

He fired me.

I fired my sister.
We still talk.

It's what families do.
They forgive each other.

Well, then our families
are very different.

Look, Daniel, I know the fact that
your brother is now your sister

is a lot to process, so I did some
research to help you understand.

Also, I got you the Renee Richards
story. It's old, but it holds up.

And "Tootsie."

It's not relevant,
but it's a good movie.

I'm gonna make this
crystal clear.

I have no interest in
understanding Alexis Meade.

Styles wants to know what you
thought about those tankinis.

I think somewhere there's a lesbian
water polo team that'll love them.

You--you're fired.

Anna Wintour returned.
She wants to have lunch.

Now she calls.
I left that message in 1998.

Tell her I'm busy.

Is this you?

You look better before the haircut,
and you're fired.

Oh, this is fun.
I want to do one.

- Hey, you. You're fired.
- I don't work here.

Not anymore you don't.

Hold it. That stays.

What's going on?

Daniel got an injunction.

- The takeover's been halted.
- What?!

It'll never hold up in court.
We'll be back on track within a week.

Well, what am I supposed
to do till then?

You wait.
You bide your time a little longer.

I am not going back to being
Daniel's creative director.

I worked too hard
to get to the top.

You were there for an hour.

Let's see how this
magazine runs without me.

Marc, call for my car.

Oh, Willie, you can't leave.
We have a swimsuit issue to finish.

Let Daniel handle it.

These gold pumps will not
step foot in this building

until I rule this magazine!

She's a little dramatic,
isn't she?

Don't you love it?

Dad?

It's so white in here.

What are you doing here?

Is everything okay?

I wanted to talk to you
before Walter gets here.

What? Walter's coming?

He came by this morning to
tell you he got a promotion.

They offered him assistant
manager of a new Pro Buy.

Oh, my god!

But he's about to turn it down.

Why?

Well, it's in Maryland, and...
you're here.

No, he should not do
something like that for me.

We'll figure it out.

Betty, it's not about
figuring it out.

You can't keep stringing
him along if you...

if you're not in love with him.

Dad, I don't know
what I am right now.

Honey, he wants a
future with you.

Unless you plan on standing in
front of a priest with this guy,

you need to let him go.

Okay, dad, thank you for coming.
I have to go back to work.

I was just concerned for you...

and I was hoping to get
a look at the she-male.

Dad.

What are you doing here?

Oh, my god!
What happened to you?

School called me.
He got into a fight.

A fight?

Wait. Why didn't they call me?

He's my father, okay?
They can call him if they want to.

Hey, attitude.

Ay, dios m�o.
Who did this to you?

I'm going to my room.

Excuse me.

Can I help you?

Who are you?

I'm Betty Suarez.
I'm Daniel Meade's assistant.

Claire Meade,
Daniel Meade's mother.

I win.

Hello, Daniel.

Mom? What are you doing here?

Enjoying this glorious day.

The sun is shining.
The air is crisp.

Even the hobos have a
spring in their step.

- Are you okay?
- Don't I seem okay?

No, you seem... happy.

You do realize what's happened to this
family over the last three days, don't you?

Look what I bought your sister.

You didn't just say that.

With her boobs,
she'll be a knockout in this dress.

Oh, and this one
comes in green.

Now which do you
think is her color?

Are you on pills?

Do I need to call a
sponsor or something?

Don't be ridiculous.

Mom, dad is in prison.
You have not gone to see him yet.

He won't be there for long.

He didn't do this, you know.

Do you have plans for lunch?

I want to take both
my children out.

Stop acting like
it's easter, okay?

Your family is falling apart.
Do you realize that?

My family is coming together.

The child I buried and grieved over
for the last two years is alive.

I don't care what
he came back as.

I have him back.

Her.

Cancel my appointments.
I have to take my mother to a spa.

- Why?
- I can't let her out of my sight.

She's acting like she's on the
verge of a nervous breakdown.

- She looks fine to me.
- No, trust me, Betty.

Her crazy works on
this time delay.

Do you know when Alex died, she spent
three days planning a dinner party,

then in the middle of the main course,
she excuses herself,

goes upstairs,
swallows a whole bottle of pills?

Um, I can take your mother.

What? Really?

Yeah. You have all these
phone calls and meetings.

Betty, really,
I can't ask you to do that.

Don't be silly, Daniel.

Come on, Mrs. Meade.
We're going to the spa.

Oh, goody. A new babysitter.

We'll take the stairs.

It'll get the toxins out.

I like my toxins...

with two olives.

Uh, excuse me. Was that blur
running for the fire exit Betty?

I wanted to take her to lunch.

Uh, actually, my fault.
I sent her on a special errand.

It's been a crazy day.

Oh, 'cause I have a coupon
for the baked potato bar.

It's for two.

Sorry. I had a potato
for breakfast.

It's ridiculous. One D.U.I.,

you O.D. a couple of times,

show up naked at a garden party,
and suddenly

everyone treats
you like a child.

Daniel just wanted to make sure
that you can't hurt yourself.

If I wanted to drink this,
what could you do to stop me?

Not bad.

So do you go to spas often?

Oh, hello.
Um, I'm guessing yes.

This is my first
time at the spa.

I'm actually really
excited to be here.

My boyfriend
surprised me at work,

but it was kind of a lousy surprise because
I think I have to break up with him,

but I've never broken up with anybody
before. I me, I'm a green girl--

Betty, I'm in the tub.

You can stop babbling.

Okay.

Who the hell are you?

I'm Evelyn,
your cleaning lady for 13 years.

It's nice to meet you.

Nice to put a face with the burrito
wrapper you left on my counter.

So what are you doing home in
the middle of the afternoon?

I thought you were
the editor-in-chief.

How did you know that?

I snooped.
I saw your business cards.

Well, I'm taking
the afternoon off.

Oh, please. Women like us
don't take no afternoons off.

Our careers always come first.

Well, maybe women like us

need to learn there's more
to life than work, Evelyn.

Caviar?

He still won't tell
me what happened.

Your son showed up to school
today twirling a flag.

What do you think happened?

And look at this-- ice-skating lessons,
jazzercise, "music man" auditions.

I know, I know. It's my fault
for letting him be who he is.

Bought him unicorn stickers when he was
3. It's been all downhill since then.

Go ahead, make jokes, Hilda.

And now he's getting beat up.

It's time for us
to get practical.

Us?

There hasn't been an "us" with Justin
since the backseat of your rented Camaro.

Unh-unh. You can leave now.

I will handle this.

Hey, whether you like it or not,

he asked me to pick him
up from school today.

You got a beer?

I didn't pass out in a mexican
whorehouse again, did I?

No, um, but
could you check my phone for me?

It could be Daniel.

And there's the back part.

Its a guy with no chin
and permanent bed head.

Oh, that's Walter,
my boyfriend.

He says he has a big
surprise for you,

and then there's what
looks like a smiley face.

Yeah, he does that.

He also likes to make a clown
face out of the "a" in Walter.

Hot.

This guy is a pain in the ass.
Break up with him already.

It's not that easy.

He loves me.

Well, according to his latest message,
he "wuvs" you.

Why are you holding on to him?

- I'll stand up again.
- Okay! Okay.

Before my mother died,

she told me that the most
important thing in life

is to find someone
who loves you,

and when you do,

hold on to them no matter what,

because in the end,
that's all that really matters.

Honey, if your mother
were still here,

all she'd want to know
is that you're happy,

and you're not happy right now.

I gotta pee.

Thank you all for coming.

I'm sure by now you've all
heard about the injunction.

I can assure you it's nothing
more than a stalling tactic.

Within a week, I will be assuming
control of Meade Publications.

Actually, that's not true.

Ah, my brother Danny, everyone.

You probably remember him from his
recent humiliation by Sofia Reyes.

When it comes to
family humiliations,

I'll definitely take
mine over yours.

Oh, and Alex, it's Daniel.

Okay, well,
this has been fun, Danny,

but if you have more to say, I suggest
you call your own press conference.

Now under my leadership,
Meade Publications will become

a force in new media as well.

I have a 4-point plan for
making us a major player in...

What are you doing?

I'm calling my own press conference...
right now.

Oh, and any of you who come over to
mine gets to see a photo of Alexis

with a whole lot of chest hair.

And at our cottage,
Alex would drag Daniel out on the lake,

push him out of the boat and
make him swim back to shore.

Did I mention this was january?

Oh, he lost a pinkie toe.

Daniel only has nine toes?

No matter what torture Alex concocted,
Daniel always looked up to him.

His big brother
could do no wrong.

- Could I get a spritz?
- Ow!

Ow!

Okay, I chose all wrong.

So tell me,
how bad is it between them?

They're, you know...

they're adjusting.

- Betty.
- It's like Cain and Abel,

if Abel was a woman

who used to be a man.

Ow...

Believe it or not,

there was actually a time
when we were a real family.

Every birthday,
the kids would drag us to Coney Island.

I always hoped they'd want to
do something more civilized

like a nice pheasant hunt.

Now I would kill for
bumper cars and corn dogs.

It might not be too
late to fix this.

There's one thing that
they have in common.

They both really
care about you.

Okay, so you see that stripper?

She used to be a nun,

and she's pregnant with
the butcher's baby,

but she doesn't know that the
butcher is her second cousin.

A story as old as time.

How many boyfriends do I get?

One, two, three...

Wilhelmina Slater's office.

I'm in hell.

Where are we in putting
the book together?

Are we gonna make the deadline?

I thought you didn't care.

That was before I had to watch
"Mork & Mindy" in spanish.

I wanna know every detail
that's going on down there.

Well, why don't you
just come down here?

I can't just stroll back in.
I made a dramatic exit.

But I...
can be there without...

actually being there.

That makes sense.

Now listen.
Take the orchid on your desk.

Turn it slowly clockwise
until I tell you to stop.

This isn't gonna squirt me
with water or anything, is it?

Smile.

You might wanna cut
those nose hairs.

Nothing will be changing at either
Meade or our flagship, "Mode."

There will be extensive changes
at both Meade and "Mode."

Naturally, people who aren't in
power can't make changes, can they?

And people who are just
playing editor-in-chief

should go back to throwing a
football and whoring around.

Are you people really gonna listen
to someone who wet his bed...

until he was 15?

Shut up!

No, you shut up.

Oh, that's not fair.
I can't hit a girl, can I?

Well, then, I guess you'll
just have to hit yourself.

Why are you hitting yourself?
Why are you hitting your--

Stop it, the both of you,
right now.

There's nothing to see here,
ladies and gentlemen.

Hey, nails!

You two are acting
really ridiculous.

- Yeah, but he started it.
- Did not.

- Okay, stop it.
- Did too.

Stop it. Cut it out!

This is serious!

Your mother is missing.

Okay. All right,
thank you very much.

Her psychiatrist hasn't heard anything.
I gotta go find her.

I'll go.

Since when do you
care about mom?

I love mom.
She's the one person I actually missed.

Oh, right, 'cause nothing says "I love
you" like faking your own death, right?

Okay, guys,
try and work together.

When we were at the spa,
your mom kept saying that she wanted

to go back to happier times,
like when you were younger.

Is there anywhere
special you used to go?

Well, she-- she used to like
taking us to the clothing museums.

Those were stores, dumbass.

She just called them museums
to get us out of school.

Okay, guys, think--
happy times,

like, say, where you used to go
for your birthdays.

- Coney Island.
- Every year.

You think that's where she is?

Maybe.

- Do you really think--
- Yes!

God, you're so bad at this.
Let's go.

Justin, will you
please come down here?

Something tells me he ain't gonna
knock somebody up on his prom night.

What are you still doing here?

Oh, nothing.

Just watching you let our
son "be who he wants to be."

Fine, Santos, fine. I give up.

I will let him be who
you want him to be, okay?

And I will take away
everything that he loves.

There, that's his life--

a dentist appointment.

At least he'll
still have teeth.

Hilda, I'm telling you,
we're being good parents.

- We're protecting him.
- Stop.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You must be the mother.

- Is there a problem?
- I'll say.

Your kid beat up my Bobby.

So how long you been spying on me?
Oh, my god.

You don't have an orchid
in the stairwell, do you?

Don't worry, dear.

I don't find you nearly as
interesting as you find yourself.

Wait. Back up.

Turn around.

Stop. Is that a party hat?

Are you people
celebrating a birthday?

Joelle in styles turned 30.
We had to do something to help.

Birthdays are the
gateway to secret santas

and casual fridays.

Take me to Daniel's office.

Maybe he's actually
doing some work.

Ding-dong, the witch is gone.

We can finally have cake!

It's for your own good,
you dump truck!

Where is Daniel?

I don't know.

This is ridiculous.
Take me to Alexis.

Actually, she left
about an hour ago.

What? There's a 3:00 at layouts
to nail down the center spread.

Who the hell is
running this magazine?

I don't know.

- There she is. Mom!
- I want a ride, mom!

Stay away from the crazy lady.

- Mom.
- Get out of the car.

Make me.

What's she doing?

I think she wants you to
go in there and get her.

Oh, you gotta be kidding.

Come on, mom. If you get out of there,
we can all go to a clothing museum.

Seriously, you
are such an idiot.

Well?

Talk to each other.

Wait a minute.
You did this on purpose?

- You think?
- Damn it, mom, we're adults!

You can't manipulate us anymore.
I'm leaving.

Not so fast!

You two aren't going anywhere
until you start talking.

You too, missy.

Hey!

I can do this all night long.

Go ahead, start talking.

Yes, we're all very glad we
could fill the position.

Get layout in my office right now.
We have a 3:00.

What are you doing here?

Well, just because I
don't have the title yet

doesn't mean I'll let
a bad issue go out.

Oh, I get it.

Daniel and Alexis are away,
so you can make a dramatic entrance

and then be the big hero.

Believe it or not, Marc,

it's not always about me.

Are you people faxing r�sum�s?

No.

Now listen up.

It's time we all stop worrying about the
future and start focusing on the present.

"Mode" magazine did
not become number one

by honoring people's
personal lives,

so I hope you all
enjoyed the cake,

because it'll be your last meal

until the swimsuit issue
is up to our standards.

Amen.

Bobby says that
Justin started it.

He pulled his hair
and scratched him.

Show 'em the marks, Bobby.

Oh, no, no,
that's--that's okay, Bobby.

There is no way that
Justin would do that,

not unless he was provoked.

Maybe not even then.

What did Bobby do to you?

Nothing to deserve this.

So what if he called
you a "slut mom"?

I'm sure he's not the first.

He called me that?

What kind of kid
talks like that?

Can you blame him?

Look at her.

Eyes up, Bobby.

Hey, you know what?
I think it's time for you to go.

From now on, the boys stay away
from each other--end of story.

You know, you're a mother.

Why don't you try
lookin' like it?

Yeah? You're a woman.
Why don't you try looking like that?

Snap!

Mom, are you mad at me?

No. Oh, my god. No, honey.

Hey, why would she
be mad at you, huh?

But we're gonna have to talk about
that scratching and hair-pulling, huh?

For two years you put
us through hell, Alex.

We thought you were dead.

Why couldn't you talk to me about
what you were going through?

I needed a new life.

Not all of us were born into the
lives we're supposed to have.

Yeah, well,
we all got new lives,

full of grief and rehab.

I never thought I'd
see any of you again.

Then Fey died, and I realized I
had a chance to get back at dad.

Get back?
Get back at dad for what,

worshipping you too much?

He wasn't worshipping.

Oh, come on, Alex.
You were the golden child.

Dad did everything with you--

boy scouts, football games.

Daniel, he figured it out.

He hoped tossing a ball
around would change things.

When I finally told him
I was gonna do this--

You actually told him?

He said if I went through with
the surgery, I'd lose everything--

the company, the money,

our family...

and then just to make sure I
got the message loud and clear,

he said he'd rather
I were dead.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because you're just like dad.

I didn't want to
be rejected twice.

This isn't nearly as
fun as it used to be.

I guess this was a mistake.

How could he say
I'm like my father?

I am nothing like my father.

It's been a long time.

People change.

Maybe he just doesn't
know who you are anymore.

I would've been there for him.

Of course you would've.

He's your bigger
brother... kinda.

And it's not too late to prove to her
that you're gonna be there for him--her.

Can we pick a pronoun
and stick to it, please?

Oh, god.

Guess he's still
waiting for that lunch.

Yeah.

You know what? We went to Coney
Island and we forgot to get hot dogs.

I think we should go back.

Betty, trust me.

It's a lot harder avoiding
people than facing them.

Yeah.

Hey.

I'm sorry I'm late.

I know most of our conversations
seem to start like that lately...

or "sorry I can't make it,"

or... "sorry I snapped
at you again," --

- It's okay.
- No, Walter, it's not okay.

Look, Walter,
you've meant so much to me.

I don't even know how to tell
you how much you've meant to me,

but lately...

What was that?

I wanted one last kiss
before we ended this.

I'm not stupid. I've known for
a while where this was going.

I guess I...
I just kept hoping that...

I'm so sorry.

I took the job in Maryland.

I'm gonna miss you.

I know you don't believe me,

but I'm really
gonna miss you, too.

- Hey, Henry.
- Oh, my god.

What are you doing here?

Good morning, aunt Betty.

Mom?

Come on.
I'm driving you to school.

Looking like that?

What? I'm trying something new.

I think it's cute in a...
"I have no social life" kind of way.

It's hideous,

and so not you.

Hey, I am supposed to be a mom.

You are a mom--
the mom that always tells me

to be who I am and not care
what other people think.

Don't you have to do that, too?

So you really don't
care how I dress?

Well, I'm not crazy
about the animal prints,

and you're a
little over-accessorized,

but you have your own style.

It's cool.

Well, god bless you,
because this was beginning to itch.

All right, but to drive you to school,
I'll wear a jacket.

Fine, as long as
I get to pick it.

Good morning, Betty.

I need you to take my credit card
over to my mom at the Four Seasons.

Apparently she went a little
overboard on her spree yesterday--

wore out the magnetic strip.

Do you want me to go right now?

It'd probably be a good idea. She's
trying to buy breakfast with her bracelet.

I'll go right now.

- Hey.
- Hi.

I have the "Wicked" tickets.

Oh, my god. Henry, you have no
idea how excited I am about this.

I've been driving my family crazy
singing the songs-- except for Justin.

He's happy to have somebody
to sing the duets with.

Whoops. You gave
me both of them.

Listen, last night a friend
from home showed up--

my ex-girlfriend.

Look, Betty...

I went back for Christmas.

We saw each other, and, uh,

it kinda started to
feel like old times.

She came here to try
and make it work,

and you're with Walter.

Wow.

That's, uh...

Wow.

So you and Walter
can go to the show.

Have fun.

Yeah.

Yeah, we will.

Not our finest moment.

Probably won't be in the
Meade family Christmas card.

So... where do we stand?

Look, no matter
how this turns out,

this is still a family company.

Maybe it wouldn't kill us
to try and work together.

I'm up for it...

long as you stop
staring at my boobs.

I'm actually staring
at your adam's apple.

It's nice work.

What show is this?

It's called "Wilhelmina
got screwed."

- You're not room service.
- No.

But Daniel asked me to
bring you this credit card.

He's a good boy.

Wait...

he's the one who's
still a boy, right?

Would you like a bloody mary?

No, it's 10:00 in the morning.

You're right.

I should move on to martinis.

So why are you staying
in a hotel room?

My house is empty.

A house is not
supposed to be empty.

Well, that's just temporary, right?
I mean,

your husband will be out soon.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Mr. Meade is not a murderer.

I know.

Good.

I know...

because I know who
killed Fey Sommers...

and it wasn't Bradford.

It was me.

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