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Have you been crying?

Nico, I'm so stupid.

No.

-The gargoyle with a man? -What gargoyle?

Who said gargoyle?

I'm free!

Oh, Nicolas!

You've no idea how much I like Mr. Armando.

I'm smitten and it's starting to be obvious.

I really like him

and every time he talks to me or looks at me or touches me...

I melt away.

This is why you're making so many mistakes.

I mean, you're giving your life to him

and you've lost all your objectivity.

Of course not.

I believe in him as a businessman.

He's very smart. He has really good ideas.

Do you really believe that

or am I talking to Betty, Woman in Love?

That has to change. I have to forget him.

Nico, if I weren't implicated in this BAR and V&M thing,

I swear I'd quit.

But the worst part is that they've already noticed.

-Who? -Sofia.

She saw how I looked at him

and what happened after he kissed Marcela.

Well, Betty... love is like a cough...

or like gas.

When you gotta let it out, you gotta let it out

and you can't hide it.

-What? -I'm serious.

So am I.

So you were saying Sofia noticed.

How do you know?

She asked me if I was in love with Mr. Armando.

And Sofia's very nice, but she's also a huge gossip.

What if she tells the Squad?

They'll tell everyone and sooner or later,

Mr. Armando will hear about it.

I'll be so embarrassed.

All right, come on.

Yesterday, you didn't finish the story

about the bottle blonde.

I did. I told you everything.

She thought she was pregnant.

She told Mr. Ricardo and he even considered marrying her.

-Oh! -Please. As if!

I know for a fact that he thought about it.

But then, it turns out, she wasn't expecting at all,

so she had to tell him and he literally ran away.

He was ecstatic and she got stood up.

No wonder he was partying like it was Spring Break.

He's going to be so hung over that I'll have to deal with it.

Inesita, what's wrong? Why the long face?

I was thinking about that poor girl Patricia.

She's so lonely and... she's a woman.

She must've been excited about the baby, certainly.

No, no, no.

No, Inesita.

You shouldn't feel bad for someone who doesn't deserve your pity.

Patricia's heartless.

Instead of a heart, she has a cash register

that only opens up when you throw money at it.

From what I can tell,

looks like you had a good time last night.

You probably drank till sunup.

Or later, bro.

Last night was all about my liberation.

I had to celebrate. I needed to feel alive.

And now you're dying.

Sorry to say so, but you're not 20 anymore.

That's not what the girls said last night.

Oh, no...

What are you laughing about?

If I were you, I wouldn't be so happy.

Actually, you should be worried.

Worried? Why?

Because Saint Beatriz isn't so innocent.

Oh, please.

Stop being suspicious of her. Just stop it.

All right, all right.

In the spirit of passing information,

last night I saw your beloved Betty

in the arms of another man.

They were in full embrace, like this.

That was probably her father.

No, no, bro. It wasn't her father.

I didn't see the guy's face,

but he was young, handsome, and manly.

I know you don't want to listen to me,

but do you really know anything about Saint Beatriz' life

or about this Nicolas guy who's managing our money, by the way?

Is he just her friend or something more?

What are you doing here?

How are you?

Not good, because you're in front of me.

Now, I'll ask you again. What are you doing here?

Are you blind? I'm working.

I told you I wanted you out of here.

I'm not going anywhere.

I'm not a millionaire like you and I'm hungry.

I don't care if you're poor.

Leave or everyone will find out what kind of woman you are.

Don't talk to me like that.

I might just tell everyone what I know about you.

-Really? -Uh-huh.

-Are you threatening me? -You're threatening me.

What are you doing? Ow!

Ow!

Danny, try to understand.

I can't leave V&M. I have nowhere to go.

Yes, you do.

With your body and your lying abilities,

you could get a job anywhere.

Heck, if you learned how to manage yourself,

you'd be queen of Manhattan in a year.

-Careful. -Ow!

A slap? Really, Patricia?

Why are you so stupid and predictable?

Respect me!

When I feel like it, not when you tell me.

I want you out of here now.

All right, I'll go,

but first I'll stop by Armando's office

to tell him something like, "Armand, guess what?

Daniel and Mata conspired to take the presidency from you."

Think he'll believe me? I know he will.

Roberto, Margarita, and Marcela will too.

Don't be stupid! You'd be implicated.

You dumbass!

You're the dumbass!

I have nothing to lose, but you do.

What'll you do

when I tell Marce that her brother is a rat?

What will Armando think?

Wow!

So go ahead. Kick me out.

I'll start talking.

That's good. I'd go to that one.

Hey...

Good morning, girls.

Good morning.

What's wrong?

She looks sad.

Because of what you said about her look last night?

You told her she smelled like an old lady!

Did not!

That's not why she's sad.

She's sad... because of something else.

Are you not going to tell me the rest of the story?

What do you want me to do? Do you want me to beg?

Do you want me to... kneel?

Don't even think about it.

How does it feel?

Remember when you kept the bottle blonde's business

all for yourself?

Chofis, don't be so cryptic. Come on.

I'll only tell you because I love you.

This is only between you and me.

Promise you won't tell anyone.

-I won't. -Swear it!

-What? -Swear it.

I solemnly swear it.

Betty is in love with Mr. Armando Mendoza.

That's impossible.

How can she be in love with Mr. Mendoza?

-Be quiet! -Why?

Are you planning on telling the whole world?

How come? What makes you think that?

Don't you think it's weird that she's so loyal to him?

She has a boyfriend. Stop making things up.

Are you sure she has one?

Maybe she made him up

so she wouldn't have to say that she's alone.

-You see? -That's really juicy gossip.

Almost as good as if it came from me.

You need to hold your tongue.

It'd be terrible if everyone found out.

Betty's in love with the boss?

-What? -What?

-You again? -Yes.

You spent last night harassing me.

What do you want?

You're so rude.

If it's a problem, I'll just ignore you.

It's a problem.

Now, get back to work. That's why they're paying you.

I'm going to use the restroom.

What am I going to do now?

Without Ricky and Danny...

I have bills. Who'll pay for them?

Jordan!

Of course!

Jordan will pay for everything.

The Squad will respect me.

They'll know who the real Patricia Fernandez is,

especially that damn meatball.

Oh, Patty!

Trust me, this hurts me more than you,

but I'm not stupid.

Oh, Patricia... my sweetest Barbie doll...

the distance between us keeps growing.

I can't keep lying.

I mean, if I could satisfy your every whim, I would,

but I think owning a racehorse would be cheaper.

I never thought this would happen,

but there's nothing I can do.

Plan B.

Thanks for everything, Jordan. Rest in peace.

"We regret to inform you Jordan Branch died in a maritime accident.

Let us all pray for his quick reincarnation."

Quick reincarnation?

I don't get the post.

He died!

Oh, no!

I'm a widow and I lost my baby!

At the same time!

The universe hates me.

-Hey, Betty. -Mr. Armando!

Hi.

Yesterday you left without saying goodbye.

Is everything okay?

Yes. Everything's great.

Why?

How'd you leave? Did someone pick you up?

Yeah... my friend Nicolas.

Nicolas?

Why are you asking?

No reason.

I don't mean to pry in your personal life.

It is after all... personal.

It's got nothing to do with me. I'm just curious.

So you and Nicolas are really just friends?

Um... Yes, we are.

He's been my best friend since high school.

Since high school!

It's funny that you have a guy friend.

Tell me more about this Nicolas fellow.

He works for us after all...

I mean, for you in BAR.

I'd like to know about his resume or what he does...

We went to college together too. We took mostly the same classes.

Since college? So you have a lot in common?

Oh! You've no idea.

We're like... so connected.

We like the same things. We both love trolls.

We like the same movies,

the same cartoons from when we were kids.

We like the same food, we've read the same books.

And my parents don't love him...

-They adore him! -They adore him...

So they really trust him?

Yeah, he's working out of our house right now, as per usual.

Oh... hi.

Aura Maria says she's been calling,

but she can't reach you.

The insurance people are here. Should I bring them in?

What happened, Patricia?

He's dead, Marce! Dead!

Who died, Patricia?

Jordan!

My millionaire from Facebook!

The poor thing died.

He's in the bottom of the ocean,

probably stinking of fish and covered in algae.

Poor guy.

Yes, poor guy, but you're being dramatic.

You didn't even know him.

He was the love of my life. I felt it.

I was falling for him!

And now life took him away just like it took my baby away!

The universe hates me.

You are not okay.

Of course I'm not! I'm telling you I'm down!

That's not what I'm talking about.

It's not normal for you to have this reaction.

Of course it's not normal!

I've had two tragedies happen to me in the last 24 hours.

You know what I think?

That squad of God-awful secretaries

is filled with witches.

They've cursed me.

Oh, please.

Marce, don't ignore me. I need love.

Don't worry. It'll be a seamless process.

We can sign the paperwork

while my colleagues perform the inventory.

Yes, of course. Follow me.

Just who I wanted to run into, my dear...

-Mariana. -Mariana.

Wowza! You are beautiful.

Tell me, where...

can I find some coffee?

There's coffee in the pantry. It's not far from here.

Will you be working here today?

Yes, we have some work to do here.

We're with the insurance company.

I can help you if you need something insured.

That smile is worth at least a million dollars.

Oh, thank you!

But didn't you say yesterday that you were Betty's lawyers?

Maybe you misheard.

We're from the insurance company.

Are you friends with Betty?

Yes, we work together.

You must know a lot about her.

Well, I'm going to get that coffee.

Yeah...

"Hugo Lombardi, the underwear and swimwear designer for V&M,

surprised us with his newest clothing collection for New Yorkers."

-That's right. -Check out this headline.

That's true.

What does Scott Fitzgerald have to do with my fashion and me?

Maybe because DiCaprio and Redford looked handsome

in those movies.

It's Fashion Now. They want an interview.

Of course they do.

Yes, now everyone will want an interview.

No, no. I can take the call.

The divine.

I don't feel comfortable with this.

I wish there was another way,

but it's better for Betty to do the seizure

before the banks keep everything.

Bro, it's your responsibility to keep her under control,

especially now that she owns us.

Betty will return the company to us. I trust her.

But I don't,

especially now that her boyfriend is in charge of our finances.

I told you he's not her boyfriend!

-He's her friend! -Whatever.

He can still influence her.

Look, Betty might be trustworthy.

But what about the people around her?

You never know.

Yes, the success of the runway show

made Hugo forget about the robbery.

How are you doing?

I'm fine.

Those sort of thing happens all the time in my country.

I'm used to it.

But those thieves must've been art experts.

When I saw those paintings,

I had no idea which were originals and which weren't.

You think they did it at random.

I don't know, but they knew were he kept the watches.

Yeah...

They must be professionals.

I don't know if you heard, but they used the back entrance.

There were no cameras or anything.

I think someone on the inside must've helped them.

Someone who knows the comings and goings of the apartment

and the building in general.

Or someone who lives there.

Maybe.

So do you think Betty's in love with Mr. Armando?

Can't say I blame her.

He's so handsome and they work so closely.

And when you're lonely...

We're only human after all.

-Ow! -Girl!

-What? -It was supposed to be a secret!

Don't look at me. Sandra sent the message.

You should've told me it was private.

I'm not a mind reader like Mariana.

-Hi, girls. -Oh, my.

How are you?

-We're good. -Yeah.

-You? -Good.

What's wrong? Are you mad at me?

Not at all!

It's just that...

Um...

We were talking about an email we all got.

It's a promo.

All right, that's enough.

Is it true you're desperately in love with Mr. Armando?

Betty, I'm a gossip,

but I could never talk about you behind your back.

Is it true you love him?

Shut up! It wasn't me.

She did it.

No, these two did it! Don't blame me.

All right, girls. Calm down.

We're making this worse.

First things first. Is it true, Betty?

You can be honest with us.

The same thing happened to his old secretary.

She had to quit because she couldn't resist...

All right, all right! Let her answer.

No! Yes!

No, yes... No!

I'm not in love with Mr. Armando.

Ha! She's in love!

You can tell!

All right, fine! I'm in love!

But not with Mr. Armando.

It's Nicolas.

He and I just started a relationship.

Armando, why are the insurance people here?

I thought they were done.

They're almost done.

After this they'll be out of here.

I don't understand why we changed insurance companies.

The old one was fine.

It's an austerity measure.

This company is less expensive.

They offer better coverage and their infrastructure is amazing.

Why do I get the feeling this was all Beatriz' idea?

It was actually Ricardo's.

Why don't we let them work? Let's go.

-But... -Let's go, Marcela.

Is it a real boyfriend or an imaginary one?

She made him up.

If you can't find him on social media, he doesn't exist.

You're like Patricia and her phantom pregnancy.

Don't lie to us, Betty. Nicolas doesn't exist.

What? So Patricia isn't pregnant?

No, she's not.

Don't change the subject.

Does he exist?

Of course he does.

It's just that he's not on social media

because he's a busy man.

He works a lot.

He's a stockbroker.

Oh, my! You found a millionaire?

He's not a millionaire.

He just works a lot and he's doing well.

He has a company.

-What? -He has his own company?

No, it's not his own. I just mean he works for one.

He's a CFO.

You know, Chief Financial Officer and Vice Chairman.

Chef? He can cook too!

That's great.

Well, aren't you full of surprises, Betty.

You're the smartest out of all of us.

So you are into powerful men.

He's not the powerful man you thought.

Can I ask you something?

-Sure. -Yeah.

Let's not talk about my personal life.

I don't like it when people talk about me.

It's okay, Betty.

We'll take it to the grave.

-Thanks. -Don't mention it.

Lovebug, I love New York. You know why?

Because there are a lot of people who are international.

People of different colors and...

Where do you think you're going?

You said you were going to talk to the old hag.

Why don't we do it tomorrow?

It'll be too late by then. You'll talk to her now.

I'm sick of her living in a palace like a princess

while we live like sardines in a can.

I'm scared. Sofia's a very aggressive woman.

-She could hurt me. -I'll protect you.

No, I'm going alone.

I want to make it out alive.

Everything will be all right.

Relax.

I'll be waiting for you with my arms open...

and the First Aid kit.

You're not helping.

Kiss me. Good luck.

Let's go.

Ricky, where have you been? I've been looking for you.

I feel like you're avoiding me.

You only feel it?

Please, let's talk.

Look, I get it.

I get that you're confused. So am I.

But I think our relationship is strong enough to overcome this.

What relationship? There's nothing between us.

What do you mean? We're engaged.

That was before. It was a low point in my life.

Now that I can see clearly and I'm free,

I'm not marrying you or anyone else.

Ricky, you can't do this to me.

I'm sorry, Patricia.

Marrying you was always just about our supposed child.

Now there's nothing tying me down to you.

We're done.

I would quit, but then again I have dignity.

Pretending to be pregnant! What a biotch!

Are you really surprised?

Some women are like plagues.

You get them out of the house with a broom

and they just come back in through the windows.

What do you care, you...

Is there anything you'd like to say, my dear bottle blonde?

Nothing.

Nothing... have a... very nice day.

What's up with her?

Yeah?

Efrain?

Yeah, I'll be right there.

Efrain's here.

Efrain, what do you want?

I need to talk to you about something important.

Yes?

Here.

I'm going to start taking responsibility for the kids.

I'm giving you a check twice a month for their expenses.

-Really? -Yeah.

I'm going to do my part.

That's good.

I knew you'd wake up.

This is a big help for the kids and me.

Thanks.

Now you need to do your part.

Sure, of course.

I'll pay for the rest of their expenses so...

No, it's not that.

I mean, the house.

We're going to sell it and split the profits.

Sell our house?

It's not our house anymore

and I need my half so I can buy a new house for Jenny and me.

What...

Sofia.

Hey! What's up?

Will you do it?

It's only fair.

When you get a divorce, there's division of assets.

You know, half and half.

Sofia, don't... Hey, don't go!

We're not done. Sofia!

And we're done.

Congrats, ma'am.

As of this moment, V&M is yours.

-Am I right, Frank? -Totally right, Peter.

I assume you'll stop working here, right?

I mean, you'll stop working altogether.

You're a millionaire now.

And your family will be glad to live in Manhattan.

Us too.

-Am I right, Frank? -You always are, Peter.

I don't understand.

Don't worry.

You don't have to pretend with us.

We're you biggest fans.

Huge fans.

All right, that's enough! Don't you get it?

There's no plan, no strategy. This is just business.

Just business!

Call it whatever you like.

Our great impression of you won't change one bit.

You're our number one client and we're your personal lawyers.

-What's up, Sofi? -What'd Efrain say?

That's weird. What's wrong with her?

No idea, but that wasn't normal, right?

Are those for me? How exciting!

No, they must be for Ms. Marcela.

Let's see.

Betty.

With this, I'm giving you my life.

I know, sir. Don't worry.

I'll always be by your side. I won't let you down.

You are the new owner of V&M.

-Am I right, Frank? -Totally right, Peter.

Sorry to interrupt.

Betty, you got this beautiful bouquet.

It's from your boyfriend Nicolas.

Roberto, Margarita, why didn't you tell me you were coming?

I came as soon as I could.

We didn't want to bother you. We're just passing by to say hi.

You're never a bother.

You should've told me you were coming.

I would've prepared something special.

There's no need. We're just passing by.

Armando wasn't in his office. Where is he?

He's in a meeting with the insurance people.

I'll take you to him if you want.

-Sure. -Let's go.

Betty, they're beautiful.

Your boyfriend Nicolas sent them.

Really? Can you do me a favor and put them in my office?

Sure.

Mr. Nicolas sure has good taste!

-Really good taste. -Yeah.

-You were leaving. -Yes.

-Frank! -Dad!

Hello.

What are these gentlemen doing here again?

Did Armando send Marcela flowers?

You're not even close, honey. They're for Betty.

Her millionaire boyfriend sent them.

What? That's impossible.

That ugly bat doesn't have a boyfriend, especially not one that's a millionaire.

-Must be from a supplier. -Jealous?

Or is it that you wish you were as lucky as Betty?

You're so weird.

And you can't read.

Did you see her face?

She's so jealous.

Sofia.

Are you listening to me?

Chofis!

The gentlemen were just leaving, right?

That's right. We're done.

If you need anything, you know where to find us.

Frank.

Excuse us.

All right.

I hadn't thought about changing insurance companies before,

but if they made a good offer...

Yeah, it was... Ricardo's idea.

Betty ran the numbers

and she always has V&M's best interest at heart.

Thank you, Beatriz.

I'd like to invite you to dinner tonight.

Like I told you, I wanted to do something for you.

What?

I thought it was a family dinner, Margarita.

It is.

Beatriz has become someone we can all trust.

I think it's a good way of thanking her for helping Armando.

Good idea.

Betty, we'll be expecting you.

How about we let the kids work?

-Let's go. -I'll walk you.

Go, go.

Excuse me.

I told you!

Betty and Nicolas are together.

It was just a bouquet.

Just a bouquet? Between friends?

Bro, don't you see it?

He's marking his territory. He's sending us a message.

He's saying, "I own V&M now."

Don't be so dramatic.

Betty assured me there's nothing between them.

-Really? -Yes.

Fine, believe her. You never lie, right?

Beatriz is using you.

She won you over and now she owns V&M.

Oh, please! Don't be ridiculous.

Let me explain everything.

We created BAR and the seizure.

Betty won't betray us. I trust her.

All right.

Let's suppose Betty is a saint.

What about her boyfriend?

Don't tell me you think he's sending her flowers

because he thinks she's pretty.

He's with her for the money. Your money!

-You can't prove that. -I can't, but I will.

Where are you going?

I'm going to investigate.

Those two really complement each other.

They're like Bonnie and Clyde. They're a criminal couple.

In all my years defending criminals,

I'd never come across such a smart couple.

They must have been planning this for years, every little detail.

And she's ugly.

Can you imagine if she were pretty?

Wow!

Well, she's a millionaire now. One thing cancels the other.

-Millionaire. -I guess.

Our client is a millionaire. A millionaire!

Earth calling Sofia.

Earth calling Sofia.

It's pointless.

She's been like this since Efrain was here.

Wonder what he told her.

Sofia. Sofia!

Chofis!

Are you done?

Can you talk?

-Holy Mary Mother of God! -What's wrong?

She doesn't even speak English.

Hey, Sofia. Talk to us.

Say something.

Who do you want to kill?

We need to get ready for summer.

We need more people.

Are you listening to me?

I can't understand you.

Your head is elsewhere. What's the matter with you?

It's Sofia.

I think I might've gone too far.

What'd you do?

Nothing.

I just asked her to sell the house and give me half the profits.

The family home?

Well, division of assets is normal in a divorce.

I'm entitled to half.

They're your kids. They can't be homeless.

They won't be.

She can use her half as a down payment for a new house.

I need my half so I can live with Jenny.

Efrain, what is the matter with you?

Why are you stupid?

That woman's going to ruin you.

I'm going back to work. You make me upset.

Ever since that woman came into your life,

you're impossible to talk to.

-Come in. -Hey.

-Here's what you asked for. -Thanks.

Hey, Sandra.

Do you know anything about Betty's boyfriend?

-The one who sent the flowers. -Me?

You see another Sandra around?

-You're friends, right? -Yes.

-You must talk. -Yes.

I mean, we know that she has a boyfriend

and that she's in love.

Well, Mariana's the one who found out.

-She's... -Mariana.

Yeah, she does Tarot card readings.

Mariana's Ms. Marcela's assistant.

She's almost never wrong.

She told Betty she'd fall

for a handsome, powerful man.

If you want, I can get you an appointment with Mariana.

No, don't worry. I was just curious.

I didn't know Betty had a boyfriend.

Yeah...

That's all. Thanks, Sandra.

O... kay.

The world is topsy-turvy, Marcela.

When have you ever seen a bat with a millionaire boyfriend?

Look, it's possible she has a boyfriend.

Lord knows there are people with terrible taste.

But a millionaire? Please!

The Squad made that up and you believed it.

I saw the arrangement.

It was huge and it looked really expensive.

Maybe she sent it to herself. Who knows?

That's a possibility.

I mean, it would be very unfair

for her to have a millionaire boyfriend when I don't.

Patricia, stop tormenting yourself.

Look, what man worth his salt

would fall for someone like her?

Can you imagine?

He's probably a troglodyte.

Mr. Armando, I don't know why he sent me those.

He's never done this before.

Look, Betty, be honest with me.

I have no problem

with you working with your boyfriend in BAR.

It's okay.

I just don't like lies.

A friend doesn't just send this huge arrangement.

This is proof a friend does.

Besides, I swear I've never lied to you

and I don't want to.

Nicolas is like my brother.

Him being my boyfriend is just a rumor.

-Please believe me. -Huh?

Come on. Pretty please.