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Good morning, Mr. Armando.

Armando is out, Beatriz.

Thanks to his poor management, I'm the new president of V&M.

-What? -That's right, you heard me.

Mr. Armando, please forgive me.

I didn't think things would get this far.

I was just trying to do what was best for the company.

Don't worry, Beatriz. It's my fault.

I should never have trusted you.

We lost the company because of you.

I told you, but you didn't listen.

The clothes should never have gone to Mogollon's Market.

-I never should have trusted you. -It's your fault.

Thanks for giving me V&M, Beatriz.

Now I'm going to fire everyone, including you.

And then I'm gonna sell the company to the highest bidder.

It's your fault...

No, no!

Mr. Armando!

Good morning. How did my little Betty sleep?

Fine, but I had a nightmare that seemed so real.

Why is that?

Don't tell me they're still treating you badly at the office.

No, no, that's not it.

It's probably just stress

and the pressure of being in charge.

Then there's nothing to worry about,

because if anyone can handle that responsibility, it's you.

I'm sure your boss will be very proud of you.

I hope so.

Look, I made you chilaquiles in green sauce.

They're nice and spicy.

Hi, Mr. Armando.

Beatriz, what's going on?

I tried calling you all morning yesterday,

but I couldn't get through.

Is it true you sold the new collection to Pepe Mogollon?

Yes, it's true, but I can explain.

Mr. Mogollon...

Why?

I left you in charge of the Aristizabal sale!

Aristizabal! Not Mogollon!

Yes, I know, but Mr. Aristizabal...

But nothing! Cancel your deal with Mogollon.

But Mr. Armando, I can't do that.

Mr. Mogollon paid and is in possession of the merchandise.

-But I can explain. -You're darn right you will!

I'm canceling my trip and coming back.

Mr. Armando.

Pepe Mogollon?

Pepe Mogollon came to the office?

He was locked in an office

with Beatriz AKA the gargoyle.

They were obviously negotiating.

What?

Who is this Pepe Mogollon?

I did some investigating, and he owns a bunch

of these stores that sell super cheap clothing.

Awful. Clothes for the masses.

You see, Fabi?

That nobody made an appointment with him

when neither Armando nor Marcela were in the office.

And she sold him my designs,

that were made from cheap, run-of-the-mill fabric.

That may be, but you have no way of proving it.

No, because she's really clever,

and when Armand and Marce find out,

there'll be nothing they can do.

A Hugo Lombardi

in stores owned by Pepe Mogollon?

May I be forgiven

for the times I didn't live life to the fullest.

I'm dying, Fabi. I mean it.

I can't feel my pancreas.

I have no pulse.

My vitals are slowing down.

It's a shame you have to leave.

Yes, it's a real shame,

but you'll always be welcome in New York.

It's been a pleasure having you aboard.

I'm sorry I'm not taking you to Miami,

but we're already in Nassau.

You can catch a flight here.

Don't worry, and thank you for everything.

It's a shame we have to leave,

but something unexpected came up at the office.

We'll see you in New York to talk business.

That's right.

How about a farewell toast?

Patty, please bring us some drinks.

I'm worried about Mr. Armando finding out

that Hugo's collection is being sold here.

Calm down, Betty.

Breathe in through your nose, exhale through your mouth.

They wouldn't have the collection out today

if they just received it yesterday.

That's a quick turnaround.

What's your problem?

Where are you going?

Mogollon's Market presents its new designer line.

Look like a movie star without breaking the bank.

We have Black Friday prices year-round!

Wow!

Objectively speaking, this is pretty cool.

Isn't it cool that the V&M collection is a hit here?

-Lingerie... -Just look.

You won't have to do a runway show.

It's right here. Pepe Mogollon's Market.

It's like a flea market in which they sell cheap fabric,

and the people who shop there are...

Don't even say it.

That idiot is going to pay when I see her.

-You'll see. -What do you plan on doing?

First things first.

Fabi, I'll need you to take me to that Mogollon's Market.

And you're coming with us.

Hold on, it's in New Jersey.

It's on the other side of... over there.

New Jersey?

I can't believe it.

I'm sorry for all those times I didn't stick to my diet.

Fabi, it's happening again.

I can't feel my pancreas.

My pulse.

Have some water.

Fresh and natural, coming right up.

Let's see.

Sofia? What are you doing here?

Hello, Charly! I'm getting your order.

Anything else you'd like to add to your order?

No, I'm fine, but are you OK? Were you fired from V&M?

Were you fired from V&M?

No, bite your tongue.

My shift's ending here, and I'm about to head there now.

But what are you doing here if you already have a job?

It ain't 'cause I got insomnia, Charly.

I'm trying to make money to pay off all the debt I have

because of Efrain.

This is unbelievable, Sofia. There's got to be another way.

Four.

Four? There are hundreds of ways...

The order feeds four.

Now get out of here.

-Go on. -Hey...

Of course I'm not talking to you.

Having you eat at Bread Pitts is a pleasure.

Here.

Thank you.

I needed this.

It's from your wife.

My Jenny is so sweet, always taking such care of me.

Your wife, not your lover.

I'm talking about Sofia, the mother of your children,

who you've forgotten.

Sofia's a cashier at a drive-thru now.

Maybe she was fired from V&M.

No.

Poor thing had to get a part-time job to pay her bills.

That's her problem.

If she wants another job, more money for her.

Besides, that's not your problem, Charly.

It's between Sofia and me.

You're right, Efrain.

How you manage your troubles is your problem.

But don't come crying to me later

that I didn't warn you that that gold-digger you live with

is ruining your life and bleeding you dry.

She's not a gold-digger, you hear me?

Respect her and respect me.

I can't.

It's a real shame.

You used to seem like such a nice, decent man.

Now you're just a heartless puppet.

Be quiet, because one day

you'll catch me in a bad mood.

If you weren't my friend, I'd break your face.

And maybe that day...

I'll let you.

We have Black Friday prices year-round!

You won't have to wait till Turkey Day in November.

We have Black Friday prices in February!

We also have perfumes...

I can't believe my creations ended up in this flea market.

Buy a dress here. We also have...

Look at where my creations ended up.

What's wrong with you?

Women like you cannot wear this dress.

Hey, this is my dress!

I didn't design this dress for people like you.

-Are you deaf? -Let go.

-Chubs... -Don't call me that!

There's that hideous freak, Hugo.

You!

You don't need a million bucks to buy at Mogollon's!

We also have a wide selection of socks and...

You disgusting, shameless murderer of good taste.

What do you want? To ruin my career?

Is that your plan? To ruin my career?

This beautiful dress was designed by Hugo Lombardi.

I'm going to kill you. Turn around.

I'd rather look at that bird's nest on your head.

What a nice tunic! Where'd you get it?

Tunic? Did you hear that?

She called one of my creations a tunic...

Get over it and focus on the uggo who's leaving.

Hugo Lombardi is here with us today!

Hugo, come closer!

What? Sorry.

-Hugo... -Let's get out of here.

This place reeks of minimum wage.

Fabi, you know me. I'm going to be sick.

Hugo! Hugo, don't...!

Hugo!

What time is it?

I forgot my watch.

It's time...

Betty, Betty.

-Hi, girls. -We've been waiting for you.

Oh, Betty, Mr. Armando is livid.

He just called.

They canceled their Miami getaway.

They're on their way.

I know, and that's not the worst part.

-Guess what. -What?

Hugo found out his collection is at Mogollon's Market.

What?

What did he say?

Nothing.

He went crazy and tried to kill me.

I hate to be a pessimist, but this is terrible.

Know what?

We can't talk here. It's not a safe zone.

Come with me.

Follow me.

I love how it's turning out. You two are very professional.

Know what? We'll see each other next week.

Next week?

Isn't that too soon for another mani-pedi, lovebug?

Of course not, darling! I must always be radiant.

Yes, but paying to get your nails and hair done

is a little... how do I put this?

Oh, you feel it's too much?

Not at all...

21If you feel I don't have to do this anymore, I won't.

You know what'll happen, though?

You'll complain that I'm not put together.

-Is that what you want? -No.

Because if you're going to treat me

like your saggy old wife, I won't let you.

No, don't take it like that.

I'm just saying we could use that money for other things.

Now I get it!

You want to spend it

in the best restaurant in Manhattan, right?

Or maybe something from home.

It's clear to me now. He's jealous.

He's jealous and doesn't want anyone looking at me.

Don't worry, though.

I want to be with you my whole life.

Your whole life.

Can you please get that?

-Yes. -It's the masseuse.

Masseuse? At home?

Of course, I need the knots in my back massaged away, sweetie.

Just look at that cute booty of yours.

Mr. Hugo didn't even give me a chance to explain.

And what's worse, he was there with his boyfriend and Patricia.

They probably took him there on purpose.

What's the big deal?

We've all bought clothes at Mogollon's Market.

We're basically walking ads for the place.

I can't wait till the end of the day

so I can go to Mogollon's to get myself a Hugo Lombardi.

I want to look gorgeous!

Marcela wants to uphold V&M's reputation,

and Hugo wants to maintain his. I think you're right, Sandra.

I'm getting fired today.

And I am, too.

No, you're not.

-Hey. -Hmm?

Why are we still sitting here? What are we waiting for?

-Oh, yeah. -Let's go.

One at a time.

-I'll go first. -Go for it, Bertha.

All set.

I told you. I told him, didn't I, Ricardo?

You haven't stopped saying it since we left Miami.

Deal with it! I warned you!

I told you not to encourage her

because she'd take advantage of you.

And what does she do in our absence?

Crosses the line! That's what!

-Stop it, already! -Deal with it!

You're going to hear it.

You sided with her hundreds of times just to favor that idiot.

-You're going too far. -No, she did, Armando.

Scheming hypocrite.

And you had her on a pedestal. Well, there you have it.

She ruined our brand, our reputation.

Tell me, Armando, what are you going to do now?

Maybe build her a shrine or award her a Nobel Prize?

Oh, I know!

You'll have a plaque with a picture of her horrid face

naming her employee of the year placed all over V&M.

Tell me, what are you going to do with your amazing assistant?

Hurry!

So much hard work, passion, love...

for my designs to be sold at a flea market.

The people of V&M clearly don't think you make works of art.

They think you make cheap things.

Please be quiet.

I feel like the earth has opened up

and millions of cold, dead hands are pulling me...

to the hell of wash-and-wear fashion.

You have the answer, Hugo.

Find V&M's competitors and go work for them.

Oh, please. If they could afford me,

I'd be working with them already.

They are cheap.

They'd rather get their teeth pulled than spend money.

Fabi's right. Maybe that's not the place for you,

but there must be someone who appreciates your work.

V&M doesn't, Huguito.

Exactly.

-Well, I have to go, Chubs. -Don't call me that.

Sorry.

I have a very important photo shoot to get to.

I have to go, too.

No, you're staying to look after me.

I can't. I have to get to work.

So they can treat you as horribly as they do me?

My beautiful swan.

You and I were born with a higher calling.

Marcela, please let me talk to her first.

No, Armando. You're too soft on her.

I'm right, aren't I? You'll probably forgive her.

No!

Marcela, please. You're a VP.

You can't shoot first and ask questions later.

Let me find out what happened.

Once I do, you can do whatever you want.

-They're on their way up. -Aura Maria, where's Beatriz?

She's over there with the others.

Betty!

Oh! Mr. Armando...

Don't! Your time here is almost up.

Spare me your dribble and think of an explanation for this.

Follow me.

What do you mean the deal with Aristizabal fell through?

It was a done deal.

He just had to pick up the merchandise.

He returned it yesterday and didn't offer an explanation.

What was his excuse? What did he say?

He didn't offer an explanation. I'm telling the truth.

He wouldn't even speak to me.

Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you call?

Mr. Armando, I did. I called you many times.

And not only you.

I called Mr. Ricardo and Ms. Marcela.

I sent you many messages. And not just me.

So did Sandra and Mariana.

Look.

I had no signal... and then I lost my phone.

You should've consulted me before making a decision.

I had too many decisions to make.

We don't have enough space here for so much merchandise,

and I was afraid we'd lose our investment

and take a huge financial hit.

And then Pepe Mogollon showed up...

Pepe Mogollon! He's the problem!

You picked the worst and sleaziest candidate.

The one Marcela said we could never sell to.

You chose him, and you basically gave away the clothes.

No, that's not what happened. He was our best option.

No one was willing to buy the collection.

And...

Why did you do it? You should've waited for me.

Mr. Mogollon pressured me.

He said if I didn't sell the line then and there,

he wouldn't buy it. I meant no harm.

Mr. Armando, I swear...

Enough! Be quiet!

Ricardo, meet me out front. We have to see Aristizabal.

There's something very weird going on here.

Wait here.

Don't talk to anyone.

This happened at 3:00 p.m.

At 3:05, we messaged you.

At 3:10, we called again, and at 3:20 we called Mr. Ricardo.

Mariana, it is very clear to me that you tried to reach us.

We were outside the coverage area,

so our phones were useless.

You know me well, and you know what I'm like,

so how could you support that fool's decision?

Betty was very worried about the losses

and what could happen if we didn't sell the line.

Oh, how could our exclusive designs end up at that dump?

What were you thinking? Our reputation, image, name...

Hugo!

Hugo's going to die when he finds out.

I have to tell him myself.

Call him and have him come to my office.

-What? -I can't do that, Ms. Marcela.

-Why not? -Mr. Hugo didn't come in today.

Patricia, whatever it is, be brief.

I'm trying to put out the fire that idiot Beatriz started.

Why aren't you at the office?

Marcela, calm down. I'll explain later.

Right now, I need you to rush over to Hugo's.

He almost had a heart attack.

Marcela, he almost died because of that mustachioed Mary Sue.

I'm sorry, Mr. Mendoza, but Mr. Aristizabal can't see you.

He's in a meeting.

Tell him I'll wait to see him.

He'll be in that meeting all afternoon.

Sir, you can't go in there. Mr. Mendoza, please!

-Mr. Mendoza! -Armando!

Tell me right now why you canceled your deal with V&M.

I'm sorry, sir. He came in without permission.

We had a deal. We're honorable men, aren't we?

It's OK, Ana. You may leave.

Honorable men lived in the time of King Arthur, Armando.

We are businessmen.

Did we or did we not have a deal?

You said it. "Had" a deal.

We never signed a contract.

I found a better offer and had a change of heart.

A better offer? Who made you this offer?

I don't have to explain myself to you.

Now, please leave. I'm very busy.

Busy playing Solitaire?

Because that's what you were doing.

-Answer my question. -I don't have to.

Your inability to follow through affected my business.

Armando, we're businessmen. Don't take it so personally.

Whatever happens to V&M is personal,

because my life and that of my family

and employees is at stake.

Armando, please leave. If you don't...

Enough! Stop threatening me.

You are a coward.

There's nothing left.

Betty, you barely ate. Here, have some coffee.

Drink it. It'll make you feel better.

No, I'm not hungry.

-The sandwich is great. -Don't even look at me.

Hey, come on. Talk to us.

Betty, were you fired? Are you going to be fired?

I don't know yet.

What? Are you leaving or not?

Are you being fired? Yes, no?

I don't know, Sofia! I don't know anything.

What do you mean you don't know, Betty?

Marianita, what did Ms. Marcela say?

That's enough, Aura Maria. Think of poor Betty.

Quit bothering her! Whatever will be, will be.

You should start looking for a new job

so you won't be left hanging.

-Really? -Sofi!

I'm just trying to help.

Yeah, but you're going about it all wrong.

Betty did what she thought was best for the company.

It's too bad it came to making that deal.

Even Hugo freaked out over Mogollon's Market.

Yes, poor Huguito was so excited about his collection.

He didn't take it well, at all.

How is he?

He cried so much he ended up falling asleep.

I'm exhausted, Marce.

I'm not asleep.

I heard that.

Hugo, I came as soon as I heard.

I swear I didn't know about this.

I'd never OK something like that.

Don't bother, Marcela. I don't believe you.

-Let me explain. -I won't listen.

Take Patricia with you, and please tell Ines to come by.

I trust only her.

It's like we're cursed or afflicted with the plague.

First, Parker's uniforms. The deal was done and then...

Bro, if we weren't as sharp as we are, we would've lost that.

I had to give him a discount to keep him with us.

Did Parker ever tell you who was competing against us?

No, and now Aristizabal screws us over.

You should've seen him! He looked scared!

He wouldn't tell me who bested our offer.

He didn't?

This is either a terrible curse or a terrible coincidence.

-Daniel. -Daniel.

I don't care if you're busy or who you're with,

I need to know what happened with Hugo's collection.

I can't talk right now.

You can't?

Oh, OK. I'll go see you at Hugo's.

No, no! All right, I'll tell you.

Beatriz sold Hugo's collection to Pepe Mogollon.

Hugo obviously freaked out, and Marcela did, too.

I can't believe it.

My family's brand is being sold at a thrift store.

Armando has outdone himself. I have to see this myself.

I have to go now. Bye.

-Who was that? -No one important.

So, did you manage to cheer him up?

No, and I don't think I'll be able to today.

We should go.

I have to handle stupid Beatriz.

What are you doing here?

I-I-I'm waiting for Mr. Armando.

No, you're not. You're leaving.

I won't let you destroy my company or my family.

-Ms. Marcela... -Don't "Ms. Marcela" me!

Wasn't selling a V&M collection to that cheap store enough?

You destroyed our company's reputation as well as Hugo's!

This is my company!

Yes, and I'm sorry. I didn't...

I'm done listening to you! Get out!

I never wanted you here, and now I really want you gone!

Pack your things, and get out! You're fired!

This sabotage is definitely Daniel's doing.

We have no way to prove it, though.

However, your uggo did great.

She saved us from having to pay storage and shipping costs.

At least getting rid of the line wasn't too expensive.

Bro, your gargoyle is hideous, but very efficient.

She's quick on her feet and comes up with great solutions.

If it were our choice, we would've done the same.

We'll never know for sure.

I have to call my dad before Daniel gets to him.

Two very important things.

One, poker face with your brother-in-law.

Two, and more importantly, under no circumstances

can he find out about the situation we are in.

Poker face. Po-po-poker face.

Hurry up! I don't have all day!

What's going on here?

Beatriz is leaving V&M.

What?

It's the least she can do after the stupid thing she did.

-Beatriz isn't going anywhere! -I beg your pardon?

You and I need to talk. Beatriz, leave.

Leave!

Hi, Patricia.

It seems destiny is set on bringing us together, huh?

Don't try to excuse her. She crossed the line.

Because of her, Hugo wants nothing to do with us.

We no longer have a designer.

New York is full of designers.

If Hugo wants to leave, he can. We'll replace him.

Hugo is devastated, Armando.

We lied to him about the fabric and the distribution.

What's the matter with you?

Marcela, we can't cry over every little thing.

If it weren't for Beatriz, we'd be worse off than before,

with hundreds of parked delivery trucks who knows where

with tons of merchandise for who knows how long.

So we should reward her

for sending our collection to that dump?

All Beatriz did was help us.

Our deal with Pepe Mogollon isn't as bad as you think.

-Beatriz... -Beatriz, Beatriz!

I'm sick of you defending her!

Beatriz is leaving V&M today.

It's her or me. You decide.

What?

What?

Beatriz or you? This isn't a contest.

-It isn't? -No.

Then why do I feel

like I'm constantly competing against her?

Beatriz did the right thing.

Aristizabal went back on his word.

-Someone set us up. -You're always defending her.

Beatriz should've spoken to us

before making such an important decision.

Yes, and she did. She called hundreds of times.

We're the ones to blame because we were unavailable.

Beatriz saved our lives.

Like it or not, Mogollon was our only option.

What's the matter? I thought we had a deal.

Yes, we did, but I don't want to spy for you anymore.

You don't? Oh, OK.

Then I'll tell my sister who her best friend really is.

-Are you serious, Daniel? -Yes.

Fine!

I'll keep informing you of whatever I find out.

How can I make you understand that's not enough?

And I can't keep risking myself.

I have to be discreet.

If I go down, you go down with me.

No, my dearest Patricia. It'd be my word against yours.

Who do you think they'll believe?

A two-bit secretary like you or a majority shareholder?

We've never sold our brand in a discount store.

Know what'll happen when our buyers find out?

The lines that are already in place will be affected.

We'll cross that bridge when we get there.

For the time being, let's put an end to this discussion.

No one can know why we turned to Mogollon.

No one? What about the board?

Definitely not.

They have to think this was all a strategy to reach new markets

and that we're already working on a second collection.

That's a lie.

The board members need to know the truth.

Then my father would question my leadership

and your brother would toast to my dismissal.

You're getting ahead of yourself.

This was an accident.

No, we both know it was my response to the crisis.

I'm not going to play along. I won't lie to the board.

Then you'll have to decide:

Support me, or I'll cancel the wedding.

Excuse you?

What's our wedding got to do with this?

I won't marry someone who doesn't trust or support me.

Ms. Marcela, I...

Ugly Betty, what are you doing with that box?

Wait, don't tell me. You were fired again?

I warned you, Beatriz.

Had you come work for me, this wouldn't be happening.

But...

What are you doing here?

Does the name Mogollon's Market ring a bell?

Step into my office.

He wants me to step into his office.

Bye.

Today has been a most interesting day.

-Oh, yeah? -Yeah.

You don't say. How come?

An unsettling rumor about V&M is circulating.

I'm too busy for gossip, Daniel.

Yes, of course.

Putting out the fire started by your failed collection

-must be hard. -Failed? You're wrong.

You'll hear all about it at the meeting tomorrow.

I don't need to attend to know

you haven't got a clue about the business.

How did you let the deal with Aristizabal fall through?

I see you're up to speed on the situation.

That's right. And not just me.

Everyone in the fashion world has labeled this

the worst failure in the history of New York.

If you want, you can stop by HR to turn in your ID badge.

I mean, it'll shorten your agony, uggo.

Come on.

Come on, Betty.

Look, Daniel, I decided to sell to Mogollon's Market

because we're trying to reach a wider market.

You don't even believe that.

This is the beginning of the end for you.

You're nothing but a spoiled child

playing at president of his daddy's company.

That's enough!

Don't push me, or I'll forget you're Marcela's brother.

I'm not afraid of you. That's why I'm here.

I'm here to remind you that you'll be unmasked

at the next board meeting, and that you'll lose it all,

including my sister, which would really be great.

Get out of my office.

I was already leaving.

Hey...

You should show some consideration and quit now

before there's no way to repair the damage you've done.

Nice tie.

Your grandma gave it to me.

I made a mistake, Mariana!

I shouldn't have sold the line to Mogollon's Market.

Don't say that.

It was the best choice at the time.

You did it for the company.

But... why can't anyone see that?

Ms. Marcela hates me.

She can be very emotional, and she has a short fuse.

But she's very smart, Betty. Everything will work itself out.

I hope so. She was so mad!

She even fired me.

Betty, I assure you Ms. Marcela will understand.

Let's just give her some time.

Maybe some... 500 years.

No!

Oh, no! Don't cry.

Ricky, I missed you so much.

Why didn't you answer my calls? I called hundreds of times.

Yes, I saw when I got back on land.

I had no coverage at sea.

-What? -That!

Would you look at that! This is a surprise.

I didn't know the VP of Business

was dating a secretary.

Yes, and we're so in love. We're dating.

How romantic! You're made for each other.

Patricia, you're selfless and loyal.

Ricardo, you're faithful and devoted.

I expect to be invited to the wedding.

I wish you the best of luck.

Thanks, but we don't need it.

You don't, but he does.

Don't mind him. He's just jealous.

He probably wants me. Where were we?

I have to go. Bye.

Don't leave! I'm talking to you!

Marcela, I need you to tell me the truth.

Was Ricardo with another woman in Miami?

Patricia, I don't want to hear about Ricardo or anyone else.

I can't focus on that now, OK?

Temper temper.

You should be happy.

You finally got Betty out of V&M.

No, Patricia. She's staying.

What?

She made a terrible mistake. What are you talking about?

Well, it turns out it's our fault.

Our fault? How?

It's a long story. Short story: she's staying.

This can't be.

Life must be taking it out on me because I'm pretty,

smart, and a natural blonde.

Life hates me.

Go back to your desk.

I don't want any trouble with Armando.

OK. Where are you going?

I'm going to show Armando he has no reason

to postpone our wedding.

What? I don't understand.

Marce!

Patricia!

I'm here!

Where's your desk?

I pay you to sit over here!

Don't sit! Come here!

-But you said... -Where's Betty?

-How would I know? -Find her.

No, you go, Armand.

Now!

You asked to see me, Mr. Armando?

Beatriz, please tell me exactly what happened.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Aristizabal refused to accept the merchandise,

so I had to find a new buyer for it.

The only one who agreed to buy it was Mr. Mogollon.

All right, stop that.

-Sorry. -Go on.

I analyzed the amounts and realized selling the collection

at a third of the price was better

than losing the investment.

Look, I have the shipping costs, the net price,

what we saved, and the depreciation amounts.

You know what, Betty?

You did the right thing.

I did what I could, sir.

You should realize that even though we lessened the blow,

we're still in the red.

We'll have to ask for another loan

to be able to afford the fabrics for the new line.

I'd advise against it, Mr. Armando.

The company can't afford to take on any more debt.

Put your things back. You haven't been fired.

Please get me a new phone.

Yes, sir. Thank you.

Goodness gracious.

Sofia, do you have IT's sheet?

Sofis?

Sofia!

Sofia!

French fries and a report.

-Oh, no. -Are you getting any sleep?

You scared me, girl.

I'm not sleeping much.

I work till late at my other job.

I'm lucky to get 40 minutes of sleep

because I have to wake up to get the kids to school.

You should quit.

If the bosses catch you, they'll fire you.

Oh, no! Bite your tongue!

On some green salsa?

Shut it!

What do you want?

We need to do the payroll.

Hurry up, already.

All right, I promise I'll get used to this quickly.

Pretty soon, I'll be able to sell just about anything.

Ines, how is Hugo?

Not well, Ms. Marcela. Not well at all.

He even closed all of his social media accounts.

What?

He refuses to eat, too.

He just fell asleep, so maybe he's calmer now.

No, I'm not asleep.

I'm dead inside.

I speak and breathe, but I'm dead inside.

Hugo, you have to get past this.

An artist of your stature

can overcome a crisis without losing a hair on his head.

That's what I keep telling him. It's all part of the business.

Don't try to fool me.

You should've read the tweets as they came in.

What could I say?

My clothes are being sold at a flea market.

Ignore them. Haters write mean things.

Marcela, what did I do to deserve this?

That accursed gargoyle has it in for me.

First, she ruined my line sheets,

and now she's made a fool of me to all Manhattan.

It's not my fault the actor who plays Machete

is better looking than she.

Listen, objectively speaking,

Beatriz isn't to blame for what happened to your clothes.

No?

Whose fault is it?

Armando's... and mine.

You're VP of cell phones now?

You sure know how to undo all the progress you've made.

It's a special request from Armando.

He lost his phone while away, and he needs a new one ASAP.

I'd hate to see where he'll send you

when he loses his dignity.

Mr. Armando isn't mean. If he were, I wouldn't do this.

When are you going to do something for Nico?

Did you tell him about my salary?

I'll tell him as soon as I get a chance.

Betty, that should be a priority for you.

Ever since you put me in charge of BAR Fashion,

your boss' money has multiplied.

I'll show you. Here.

Keep scrolling up, down, left and right.

You made all this on the stock market?

Yeah, and I haven't gone crazy.

I took Luis Fonsi's advice and went despacito.

You and Armando are the reason why my clothes

are being sold at a flea market?

Well, yes. It's just that...

Beatriz tried to contact us,

but I was adamant Armando and I should disconnect

on our trip to Miami.

Since she couldn't reach us, she had to make a decision.

She should've waited for you to get back.

Her lack of forethought ruined my life!

She couldn't wait.

It wasn't the best choice, but she did what she could.

Right, and to hell with me!

Look, I promise that next time...

There won't be a next time.

You can keep your Armando, your company, and your Betty.

I quit.

You are my best friend, and you know I need you.

I'm your friend... but I'm not stupid.

Is that your final word?

No.

My final word is...

Marcela, come with me.

Leave V&M.