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BETTY IN NEW YORK

Oh, I don't know. Amoroso, tell me something.

Why does Mr. Armando want to be with me and not Ms. Marcela?

Do you understand it? 'Cause I sure don't.

She's "the most beautiful woman in Manhattan,"

and I'm... well, look at me.

I'm... the ugliest...

...in Jackson Heights.

I don't know.

Seriously, do you understand it?

You can't neglect Betty,

especially after what happened during Marcela's photo shoot.

Hugo destroyed her in front of everyone.

-I don't know what to do. -Anything!

Or can you only be inspired by taking her to an arcade?

That was different. It was all very natural.

Today, though, I saw Betty and then Marcela...

Hold on.

Please don't compare them.

You'll just be making things harder for yourself.

Have you used the picture of the model I sent you?

Of course not.

-Let's see. -What?

Talk about an easy password: your birthday.

Look.

Think of her when you're with the gargoyle.

Send her a romantic message. Something nice.

No, I'm not in the mood. Tomorrow.

-Then I'll do it. -No, what are you doing?

-Relax. -No, wait!

-No, wait. -Ricardo, give that back.

What are you doing?

Nothing, just showing Armando some ideas

for the winter collection.

Well, I'll be on my way so you can be alone.

Have a nice night.

Bye.

That numbskull had the audacity to admit

that both of them were moving in with you to screw you over,

to get you to change your mind.

I mean, give me a break. What do you think of all this?

He's crazy!

I'm furious with my friend.

I don't believe it.

This woman must've put a spell on him,

or maybe aliens turned him into someone else,

because he wasn't like this before.

I actually think he's always been the same idiot,

but since I was in love, I never caught on.

So does that mean... you're not in love anymore?

Let's just say that now that I've seen his other side,

he's not a person I like.

He's selfish and, above all, weak.

But it's this chick that's a bad person.

A really, really bad person.

And you've had to deal with all this by yourself.

Well, yes.

Oh... well, you know...

you can count on me for anything.

Oh, damn!

-Sorry, sorry... -No, I'm sorry.

-Sorry. -Yeah, yeah.

-I'm the klutz. -No.

No, it was me. Sorry.

"To me, you're beautiful.

I can't stop thinking about you, Betty."

Did you hear what he texted me?

He thinks I'm pretty.

No, no, no. What is this? No.

You can put lipstick on a troll,

-but it's still a troll. -Hugo!

Hugo, you have to admit that Betty looks lovely.

Lovely? Her hair looks like noodles.

-Hey! -I love your new look.

I knew you'd find your own beauty.

You're gorgeous, Betty.

Much more than Marcela. I always knew

you were a beautiful woman.

I'm crazy about you.

Thank you, Mr. Armando, I did it

because you've been really great to me.

-Betty, honey? -What?

-Are you OK? -Yes.

-Dinner's ready. -Thank you.

Hey, I have a question.

Do you know if the salon on Eighth

opens early in the morning?

Of course, and they're doing really well.

- Oh! -You thinking of a haircut?

I have an important meeting at V&M tomorrow

and wanted to look a little more done up.

That's great. I'll go with you if you like.

No, don't worry about it.

It's just I might be there a while,

not only getting my hair done,

but my make-up as well.

With lipstick...

You'll look so pretty!

-With shine. -Yes.

My lashes.

Whenever you want, just say the word and I'll come with you.

I'm going to look pretty.

May I help you?

I'm Julia Lozano's daughter.

You must be adopted because

you don't look a thing like her, darling.

I've heard I look more like my father.

So, you're here for a haircut,

or what?

I don't know yet.

I was thinking an all-around beauty treatment.

I want to change my look and get a makeover.

Surprise me.

-Hi, Betty. -Oh, hi.

I don't see a tag. Who knows where it came from.

You don't believe she won it in a raffle, do you?

Nah, look... I'm very paranoid.

In fact, when I'm out on the street,

I look around like a pitcher,

trying to prevent second base from being stolen.

To be honest, I didn't believe her either.

I get the impression Betty's seeing someone.

Has she told you anything?

Is she in love?

Good morning.

Careful, Patricia.

Instead of 50 raincoats, we can mark them in 120.

Good morning.

Betty?

What a surprise.

Literally.

Why? I always arrive at this time.

I'm not un-plum-tual.

Different. You look different, that's it.

You look different.

What did you get done?

Nothing,

just a slight change to my look

so I can get ready faster in the morning.

OK, well, Betty.

I need your help with a sales projection for the collection

for the next two months,

because we're about to invest in the new line.

OK, great. Excuse me.

Hey! Don't laugh.

It's her fault. She started it.

How can she show up like that?

What's more, she feels fantastic!

All right, I'm done.

No, it's just that... I swear that

Beatriz made my day, my year, my whole life!

Hey, pathetic fool,

why are you making fun of Betty?

God, I swear it's not like I want to, but she makes it easy.

She worked hard for you to get paid on time.

You could show her some respect, don't you think?

I will, at least I'll try.

But it was your style,

with Bertha's make-up,

Sofia's demeanor, and Ines' wardrobe!

I want a picture!

Do you know why they call us the Squad?

Yeah, because Bertha counts as ten.

-You're so funny. -No!

Because we're sisters-in-arms.

You know what?

We all watch each other's backs.

You mess with one of us, you mess with all of us.

OK, I'm done.

Sorry, Time to get serious.

Give me a minute.

We can fight later.

-Nicolas. -Huh?

I'd say Betty's in love. Really in love.

But with whom?

With V&M.

Betty loves her job.

I'm serious, Nico. She's always coming home late,

and she spends an awful lot of time with her boss.

I like Mr. Armando, and I'm pleased he gave her a chance

to work as his assistant,

but sometimes I think he's exploiting her.

I am in total agreement. Know what I think?

Betty doesn't know how to set boundaries,

and she says yes to everything her boss asks for.

-"Betty, do this." -"OK."

-"Betty, do that." -"You got it."

She says yes to everything.

Or maybe that's just an excuse.

Maybe she says she's working when she really is with someone else.

No, you know Betty.

If she says she's in the office, she's in the office.

If she says she's in the bathroom, she's in the bathroom.

You know what she's like.

Well, the bear strikes me as a boyfriend's present.

-Yeah, right? -Yes.

How can we know for sure?

I know! How about we ask the bear?

Let's see. Bear, I'm Nicolas.

Hey, do you know what's up?

Nope.

Hey! Hey!

Stop it.

I can't believe it. She's outdone herself!

Stop making fun of her! I don't know why she did it.

For you.

I didn't ask her to change.

-Don't laugh. -I know that.

She's in love, she wants to look pretty. She wants this to work.

Do what you normally do when Marcela gets a haircut

or when models get everything down to their gums done.

-Tell her she looks pretty. -No, I can't do that.

She has to know she doesn't look good.

Bro, do you want to start World War III?

No. No!

She wants to know you like her, so just say you do.

I wonder if he liked it.

I could have a smokey eye done.

Or a cat eye! Something more daring.

Betty.

I'm speechless.

Huh? Do I look that pretty?

You look completely different.

Yes, but I feel the make-up is a bit too much.

-Yeah? -Well, the stylist suggested it.

He said it went with my hairstyle.

Of course.

The hairstyle and the make-up.

It's all a balance, isn't it?

A global concept.

Uh-huh. Exactly.

I do feel different, though.

You look great in anything you wear.

-Huh? -Uh-huh.

So are we going to go out tonight?

No!

-How come? -Well...

Don't you want

to be the envy of everyone

by having me on your arm?

Well, you know we couldn't make payroll.

For me, it's morally wrong to have fun

when we're facing such a difficult crisis.

-But maybe... -Look, Betty,

even if you're always on my mind,

I have to be working on the computer.

I won't leave my desk until I come up with at least ten ideas

that can help us get through this crisis.

I can help you.

Exactly! Exactly!

You're going to help me from home.

You're going to go get some rest and sleep, so you can relax

because tomorrow I'll need you back here fully charged.

With new and fresh ideas.

But I'd like to do more.

I've been thinking that maybe we could...

-What? -...stay in the office

to work.

Look, we're like your make-up and your hairstyle.

We each belong somewhere.

Do you understand?

Binomial.

Exactly! Yes, just like a binomial.

Squared.

I swear that when I saw her walk in,

I don't know how I kept from rolling around laughing.

I wonder how many cans of hairspray she went through

-styling that thing on her head. -And...

And those clothes!

She must've raided her mom's closet.

Plus, she felt so sexy. How awful.

You've got to admit she's got courage.

No one else would dare to be seen in public like that, Marce.

-I mean... -No, wait.

The thing is, Beatriz is a very educated woman.

She knows a lot about finance,

but she can't tell the difference between

casual, elegant, and Halloween!

I wonder what her boyfriend sees in her.

What can any man see in a woman

whose idea of getting made up is that? I don't get it.

You think she's got a boyfriend?

I bet she made him up to not feel bad.

Or maybe he's as ugly as she is.

It must be. It's the only way anyone would go out

with that Transylvanian refugee.

Where is that box?

No, I'll organize it later.

What a lovely box. I've never seen it.

What have you got there?

Just silly stuff.

So now you're into pole dancing

in high heels and all that?

Yeah, right!

I'm organizing some of Betty's things that fell.

You want the ladder?

No, don't even think about it.

I don't want what happened to Nicolas happening to me.

He climbed your ladder and ended up in the hospital.

That was an accident, woman!

Honey, go work on your stuff. I'm busy here.

All right, but just be careful, please.

-Yes, don't worry. -Don't slip.

-Don't worry. -I'll be back.

What I don't get is how they could charge her for that.

She was determined to get that done,

and since the customer is always right...

Yeah.

Here comes Nico.

-Nico! -Get over here.

-I don't have any money. -Come here!

We just have a question.

Is it true Betty's got a boyfriend?

-What? -Yeah, I'll show you.

We found out she's got somebody that's really into her.

He even gave her a giant teddy bear.

And she got all sexy for him.

-Oh, Mama! -What? Are you her son?

No wonder you and she have the same face.

-What a pretty face! -So pretty!

Don't touch me.

-He's going. -Hey, Nico!

-Marce. -Yes?

I have a strategy to present to Armando,

and I'd like your thoughts on it.

OK, go ahead.

What are you doing?

I just received the photos from my photo session,

and I have to choose the best.

I'd like your opinion, as a man.

-Of course. -They're not finished.

They've got to be cropped and Photoshopped,

and I was thinking of this one.

You think it's too risqué?

Risqué?

It doesn't even need to be Photoshopped.

You look spectacular there, well...

that's nothing compared to in person.

What was it you wanted me to help you with?

You know, I forgot. Why did I come?

Betty, hello. Here's the report you asked for.

I'm leaving, I'll take a look at it later. OK, see you.

You're not going outside.

No, Betty, the thing is...

your makeover is a bit...

striking.

Thank you, that was my intention.

No, I'm not explaining myself properly.

Huh, no... it's just

a little too much.

Oh, sweetie, you can see it from the moon.

Oh, no, am I showing too much skin?

Is my dress see-through?

No, babe.

Betty, tell me something.

Why did you do so much?

I just wanted a new hairstyle at first,

but I realized at the salon that I wanted make-up,

and one thing led to another.

Besides, I also did it because you all are always telling me

-that my clothes are too somber. -Well, yeah, that's true.

Mariana, be honest, though.

Do I look good?

I couldn't. I couldn't.

She was so excited and had her hopes up,

and I didn't have the guts.

So what did you tell her?

I told her that her look was...

a bit daring for New York,

and that maybe in five years

or so it'd be normal.

In Europe.

-How did she take it? -She got even more excited.

Oh, no!

This won't end well.

Did she really look that bad?

Bad? That doesn't come close.

Look, a zombie would be a supermodel next to her.

No. Look, Ines,

my boss never mocks anyone,

and even she couldn't hold in her laughter.

And don't forget Patricia. You should've seen her.

When she saw her, she doubled over in knee-slapping laughter.

All right, then.

We must tell her the truth.

It'd be worse if she thought she looked pretty.

-Yeah. -Yeah, but who'll tell her?

You.

You! Of course!

You're perfect. You have the most credibility

-of any of us, right? -Yes.

-Yes, Ines. -No, forget it.

I'd be so embarrassed. Please, no.

No.

-Then who? -I know!

-What? -A raffle.

Of course, the winner has to tell her.

To each their own, but Betty's a train wreck.

-A raffle? What's the prize? -Count me out.

-No way I'm doing it. -No.

-Of course not! -No!

Tell Betty that her make-up doesn't match her hairstyle

or the dress she's wearing.

Good morning. Who's this now?

-Beatriz? -Yeah, who else would it be?

What happened to you?

You're not embarrassed?

This is a fashion company, not a carnival!

Go wash that off your face!

You obviously have no respect for this company.

Hey, hey, hey!

You're the one being disrespectful!

You have no right to speak to anyone like that!

You're nobody to give your opinion about how Betty or anyone else dresses.

Apologize to her immediately,

or I'll personally go

and report you for discrimination and bullying.

Wow, Armando, I didn't know you were a defender of lost causes.

You really think she looks good?

You, Armando, who knows a bit about fashion?

Betty has her own personal style.

-Style? You call that style? -Yes.

Oh, please, Armando. What will our clients think?

Look, this is a fashion company.

OK, Armando? I'll say it again.

A fashion company.

-Oh, of course. -What?

Now I get why you keep her locked up in your office.

So nobody can see her, right?

Bertha! Call your boss immediately, and tell him to come right away!

-Yes, sir! -No, sir.

-Yes! -You don't need to call Mr. Smith,

or report anything.

His words don't offend me.

The only opinion I care about is mine.

Have a nice day, Mr. Daniel.

-Betty, please wait. -Yes, leave, please.

You're hideous.

I won't let you speak to my employees like that.

Look, Armando, I came to talk business,

not argue with you.

I'll see you in your office.

Don't cry, Betty.

It's OK, sweetie.

Don't pay attention to Mr. Daniel.

He has no tact.

But is it true?

Do I look... ugly?

Well, you don't look...

what we call ugly, really ugly...

-...not. -Well, that

depends on what you mean by ugly.

I mean, there are many kinds of ugly.

Same as beauty. It's subjective.

There's spiritual beauty...

Betty, it's just that you look...

You look more imposing,

-kind of more vintage. -Uh-huh.

Betty, you look bad.

And...

You know what I'd have done

to the person that did this to you?

I would have punched him.

And after the things Mr. Valencia said to you,

somebody had to tell you. Don't you think?

You're pretty just the way you are.

I did my part.

Next time, I can lend you one of my mini-dresses,

-a short one. -It's OK, Betty.

We've all had our bad days at the salon.

You call that a bad day?

That's not a bad day. That's a bad year.

-Hey, Bertha! -No, no!

You're a natural beauty!

Stop it, Patricia.

My belly hurts from so much laughing! What's this?

My goodness, this isn't...

a new look.

It's a crime against humanity, yes, it is.

You should've seen how Daniel destroyed her

in mere seconds.

If I were her, I'd sue him,

and quit my job out of dignity.

Dignity is the last thing that thing's got.

Have you seen the mane on her?

It looks like a gorilla's armpit hair.

No, and that mustache.

She should at least outline it so she looks good like I do.

And her braces, always full of food.

And she smells. She has no dignity.

I don't know, Patty.

I don't know why we work with a freak like that.

I don't understand either, Hugo.

This crazy world is so unfair, upside down.

She's a reptile, a monster that's going to show up one day

and suck the beauty right out of us.

If we're not careful, she'll suck it out.

What I don't get is who in their right mind,

knowing they are ugly, makes themselves even uglier?

Betty.

Ugly Betty.

Poor thing. Can you imagine

having to introduce yourself like that all the time?

"Hi, I'm Ugly Betty."

Awful.

Listen up.

I'm going to use this to get revenge,

because they made fun of me recently,

and it's time to return the favor

by making a meme of Ugly Betty.

I'll help you.

Make sure you tag it fashioncrime.

What do you want, Daniel? Why are you here?

I heard you told my dad about payroll.

Yes, but that's not why I came. I came to help you.

I don't want you to leave me a bankrupt company.

Help me? Yes!

This is getting good.

What do you want? I have no time to waste.

Time no, but money yes. And a lot of it, apparently.

Leave. I'm very busy.

Too busy to listen to a business proposal

that can save V&M?

Despite your claiming that V&M is OK, I know it isn't.

What's your offer?

I have a manufacturing company willing to work with us,

saving us 70% in costs per item.

Just imagine.

Thanks for answering, Nico.

I need a favor.

What is it? Betty, you sound sad. Are you OK?

No, not at all.

That's why I need you to bring me a change of clothes.

Something like what I wear every day.

Bring it to you where?

V&M. Where else?

No, that won't be possible.

My boss doesn't let me set foot there.

I'm the secret boyfriend, remember?

Yeah, I know,

but not this time.

Please come,

and when you get here, nobody can see you.

Text me, and I'll come down, OK?

You cannot be seen. Don't come up.

OK, I'll grab the clothes and head there.

Thank you.

Hi, Willy.

How are you?

Fine?

You know, you and I hardly talk,

and your job really is important to the company.

You're in charge of the safety of all of us who work here.

Affirmative, Ms. Fernandez,

and as commander-in-chief, I'm just doing my job.

I have a favor to ask, and you can't say no.

I don't have any money. Not even a dime.

We're off to a bad start

because even if I wanted to help, I can't.

Who says I'm asking for money?

I already asked once, and you gave me nothing.

It's something else.

What I want is for you to let me know

when someone very famous shows up,

but if you're going to be rude about it, forget I asked.

What famous model or actress are we talking about?

Beatriz's boyfriend.

Betty's boyfriend?

You know very well that all of us who work here

really care a lot about Betty.

We want to prepare a surprise for her,

and for that, we need Nico, but you can't say anything

or you'll ruin the surprise.

All I want is for you to text me

when he shows up.

Just let me know, and I'll come down. OK?

I don't understand.

Why does Betty need you to bring her clothes?

Because she spilled coffee on hers.

Put these shoes in there.

Shoes, too?

Yes, she spilled coffee on herself,

which made her jump so much.

"Hot coffee! Hot coffee!" She screamed when she spilled coffee,

and it ended up getting all over her shoes,

and you know, she wet her feet.

She's lucky to have you.

And I'm lucky to have her.

I'm going to take this, but you know,

whenever I come back from Manhattan,

I'm always famished.

Tell me you'll make your tamales.

-All right, I'll make them for you. -Heck, yeah! Let's go.

Wow! Today's been a day of surprises.

Beatriz with her new look

and Daniel with his change in personality.

What's going on out there?

Daniel says he wants to help V&M.

These profit margins would give us some breathing room.

-It's an interesting proposal. -Yeah, but...

A 70% reduction in the cost per garment.

70%!

This is too good to be true.

Yeah, yeah, but with this, we can recover

faster than we thought.

Yes, and the company can be in our hands sooner.

-We wouldn't have to wait a year. -Yeah!

-Four months... -Four days!

Everything would be normal in four months,

the company was never Betty's,

everything would be perfect, and we'd be able

-to carry out our business plan. -Yes!

-Well, time out. -What?

This plan came from your worst enemy.

Yeah, I know. I don't trust Daniel either.

It would have to be analyzed,

but I doubt Daniel would want to hurt Marcela.

Oh, please, Armando.

With Daniel, you can't be sure.

Remember, that's how he makes a living, and lives quite well.

You should've seen his face.

He hardly believed it when I told him

what he could save using that garment factory in India.

Great job, sir!

Do you really think Armando will agree

to transfer production from Mexico to India?

That'd be very bold, daring, and risky...

It'd be in his best interests.

After the failure of his first collection,

Armando's desperate.

He needs the money. He'll agree to it.

Of course, but let's not forget how he always seeks out

the advice of his assistant, Beatriz.

We'd have to convince her, too.

-Who? Beatriz Rincon? -Yes.

-No. -Why not?

I don't care about her anymore.

What's more, we've placed too much importance

on that poor, insignificant woman.

Today I confirmed that she's nothing more

than a geek with talent.

She's got no personality!

I don't think she's gonna make it in Manhattan.

Then I have no choice but to congratulate you,

applaud you, and salute you.

It's just a matter of time until you're president of V&M.

I will say that after all this, the company

-will be in bad shape. -I don't care.

That Indian factory's going to end up bankrupting V&M.

Armando thinks it's his salvation,

but I'll make sure that it's his damnation.

Yes, I'm his mother.

Yes, of course.

The kids have my permission to go.

-I already sent it. -If anything else happens,

just call me and nothing more.

Bye.

What are you doing here?

-What? -They called me from the kids' school.

What kids?

Your kids, my kids.

Why the heck

did they call you,

when they do have a mother? Me!

Because my lovebug authorized it, Mrs. Sofia.

He figured out he'd let me, Jenny Wendy,

-be responsible for the kids as well. -What?

Sure! I'm his wife, too.

-No, no, no! -She's just...

-She's just trying to upset you. -Hold on, don't get it twisted.

You are not his wife, you're the slut

playing the role of my husband's lover...

-Of course. -...who steals his money

and is trying to steal my house. That's what you are!

I only came to tell you that I authorized

"sucer" classes for the boys.

What kind of classes?

-Sucer. -What is that?

Football, you know, like: "I'm open, kick it to me."

Football.

Don't you know it's called "sucer" in English?

Of course, the kids need imaginative stuff.

They can't be cooped up at home all day and get bitter,

as I'm sure you'd understand.

You did what?

I signed the kids up for sucer classes.

My kids.

Your what, tramp?

Your what, bitch?

Those boys came out of my womb,

and I've got the stretch marks,

and flaccid tummy to prove it.

That's why I get to call them my kids!

-Of course, right? -Jenny, you'd better get out of here.

-Jenny! -Come on!

They may have come out...

of your saggy womb,

but that doesn't mean that I'm not their mother, too.

If not, ask your kids. Our kids.

'Cause they call me "Mommy Jenny."

And if you keep this up...

you, listen up, smurf.

They'll love me more than they love you.

Get that through your head. I'm very friendly,

and loving, and you're old and flabby.

-Shut up. -Don't get in trouble.

Shut up. You are...

You are stupid beyond words, and you will not mess with my kids.

You stupid, slutty fool!

-Whore! -Give me my phone!

You stupid, emaciated rat!

You want your phone? Do you?

Take it. Take it!

Take it!

That's just...

a small taste

of what I'm capable of

if you mess with my kids.

-Calm down. -Rat!

Let me go, let me go.

-No. -Let me go!

Mrs. Peña!

Huh?

And what fault is it of mine that I got a call from the school,

Mr. Smith?

Is it hot in here?

Not at all. You're totally blameless here.

How about you look her in the eyes.

You'll speak when it's your turn.

When will that be, Mr. Smith?

Because this shameless sewer rat has been talking

for over 30 minutes,

but I suppose the HR director will give me a chance

to explain how things actually happened, right?

This shameless tramp

ruined my life the moment she came into it.

Stealing my husband wasn't good enough for her,

she wanted to steal my house.

Now she wants to steal my kids, and I won't stand idly by, Mr. Smith.

-I won't let her. -She's no longer with her husband.

She has nothing left.

I mean, who could put up with this...

"lusnatic," "masd"?

You can't even speak properly, you idiot!

Excuse me, but I witnessed the fight. To be honest,

she's always egging Sofia on, trying to get her in trouble,

starting a match, pretty much all the time.

Yes!

No way, no way!

That's not how things work here.

I know this because this classless lady

hates this other... also classless lady.

I'm not a part of their stupid gang,

which means I'm completely impartial.

That's how things are here, Mr. Smith.

It's horrible.

You've got two eyes. Judge for yourself.

-Sofia... -What?

Look, Mr. Smith.

The sewer rat,

and the filthy slut

moved into my house.

OK? They make love every night

with nothing but one wall between us.

They're making my life a living hell,

and if that weren't enough,

they're trying to discredit me

in front of my kids and undermine me to them.

-How do you like that? -How do you like these?

The company can't be blamed

for everything that occurs in the privacy of your home.

But of course, we do not tolerate

situations such as these, and this, unfortunately,

isn't your first offense.

But it's not me.

It's not me, Mr. Smith.

She starts it, she provokes me.

She's the one who...

But you committed the first aggression,

and the company's statutes are clear.

We have a zero-tolerance policy against violence.

Since Ms. Jenny didn't resort to violence

but you did,

I have no choice

but to let you go from V&M.

Ms. Marcela, please.

I'm begging you, forgive me.

I promise that if you speak to Smith...

He won't fire me if you talk to him,

and I'd get to keep my job. I'm begging you,

please talk to him.

I can't do anything else for you, Sofia.

I listened to you,

I agreed with you,

I supported you.

I brought you an excellent lawyer

to represent you

and handle your case pro bono,

and all you've done is bring your family problems

to this office.

And I'm fed up.

No, Ms. Marcela, the thing is, it's her.

She's the one harassing me and taunting me

and provoking me. She... she does that.

You allowed yourself to get provoked.

Everything happening to you

is your fault, yes.

For not acting in time.

Ms. Marcela,

I'm begging you, give me one last chance.

Look,

I swear you won't hear another bad thing about me.

I swear.

Please.

For my kids.

Don't blackmail me, Sofia.

It's because of them that you should've used your head

and not been so proud and stubborn.

I'm really sorry,

but you're not getting another chance.

Betty?

What happened?

Why did you lock the door?

Because... I'm embarrassed to go out there.

I didn't want them making fun of me anymore.

Why didn't you tell me I looked hideous?

No, don't listen to him. Daniel's an idiot.

But he was right. My friends told me.

I just wanted to look pretty for you.

Betty, don't do it for me.

You're fine just the way you are.

You don't have to change.