All language subtitles for Betty.En.NY.S01E056_English

I thought you were happy,
that you wanted to be here with me.

I want to leave.

-Calm down.
-No, no. I can't talk now.

Did you think of me?

Armando!

We're better than ever, Patricia.

I'm convinced I'm the only woman
in Armando's life.

What? No, Marcela!

You can't tell me
my suffering was in vain!

Uggo rejected you?

She was happy,

but something happened
when we entered the bedroom.

I don't want to upset you,
but what's your problem with me?

If I didn't know you two,
I'd say you look like two lovebirds

talking about something
that happened last night.

So birthday girl, where do you
want to celebrate?

After last night, I'm out.

Start thinking of where
you want to have dinner.

I'll be picking you up.

We're a great team, honey.

Yes, we are.

Especially after last night.

It was magical, like in Paris.

I remember perfectly.
Let's get to work.

Sorry to interrupt,
but I'm going on my lunch break

and I may take a little longer.

Wow, don't tell me

you're still celebrating
your birthday, Beatriz.

Yes, I'm going to keep celebrating

at a very nice restaurant

that my boyfriend Nicolas
invited me to.

What, Betty?

You're really going to go eat
with your boyfriend today,

when we have so much work?
Look at all this paperwork.

Yes, that's exactly what I'm doing.

In fact, I was just leaving.

I mean, if you can spend time
with your fiancée,

I can spend time
with my boyfriend, right?

Of course!

-Great idea.
-Stay out of it, Marcela.

Sorry.

But Betty, you and I were
supposed to have that talk,

remember?

About the upcoming negotiations...

Armando, stop treating
this poor girl like your slave!

Let her go eat
with whomever she wants.

It's your lunch hour,
so go have fun.

Bon appétit. Bye.

Thanks, Ms. Marcela.
Excuse me.

What is this? A dictatorship?

Even I'm going to start
feeling sorry for poor Beatriz.

I'm just worried about V&M.

Relax, honey.

I know everything you do
is for V&M.

I can help you
with that proposal.

Why don't we order that pasta
you love so much?

-The cheesy one?
-Yes!

-That they stir like this?
-Yes!

Yes.

-Nicolas.
-What?

Did you see the prices?

I don't even want to, Betty.

I'll lose my appetite
or get indigestion,

and we came here
to celebrate your birthday.

Waiter.

Hi. Ready to order?

Yes, may I order a thick,
juicy cut of beef

cooked medium rare.

How about you, Betty?

We're celebrating her birthday today,

so you can go ahead and
give us the birthday discount.

You do offer
a birthday discount, don't you?

No? But you must have mariachis
that'll sing to her for her birthday?

Don't have that either?

How about a piece of cake
with a candle on it?

Have you got that? No?
Don't worry about it.

Don't listen to him.

I'll have a grilled chicken salad,

but don't go crazy
with the chicken.

Put a lot.

-I'll be back.
-Thank you.

Nico, this is going to be
really expensive.

I'll have to give you first aid
when you get the bill.

Betty, I just want you to be happy
and have a good time

on your special day.

It's your birthday
and you deserve it.

You're the primary breadwinner
for your family,

you're my best friend

and the most important person
in my life,

and I just want you to be happy.
The money doesn't matter.

You're starting to sound
like my boyfriend.

If you keep behaving like this,

I could see myself
falling in love with you.

You scared me, Betty!

I missed that smile.

What happened last night?

You went off with Armando,
didn't you?

No.

Mr. Armando and me...?

We weren't about to celebrate
my birthday, just the two of us.

Not at all.

Maybe he asked you
to get creative

with some numbers or something.

-Nothing that big.
-No?

Perhaps he asked you to take out
a million-dollar loan

on behalf of V&M.

It's not that either.
Everything's fine, as always.

I'm still working
on the initial objective,

which was to keep
V&M's finances in order.

Besides, everything's going well.

The lingerie collection
was a success,

as was our line of casual-wear.

If you say so, I believe it.

I just hope your boss
isn't again pretending

that the company is at a level
that it actually isn't.

Hello.

Now I know where the money
missing from V&M is going.

No wonder you can't make payroll.

I don't know what you're
talking about, Mr. Daniel.

You're paying for this
with the company card.

You're using my family's money
to live the good life.

-No.
-Now hold on there!

You will not speak to Betty
like that!

You respect her.

Betty doesn't need
your family's money.

In fact, it's you who need her,
because V&M depends on her.

-What did you say?
-You heard me.

The future of V&M
is in Beatriz's hands.

How do you like them apples?

I didn't like seeing Betty like that,

suffering after her first time.

Well, I wouldn't call it suffering.

Suffering is dieting for two weeks

and not losing so much
as one ounce.

-Bertha's right.
-Totally.

She'll feel better next time
when he grabs her and...

What Betty needs is a little
wham, bam, thank you, ma'am.

That's enough, Aura Maria.

That's not suitable
for the lunch table.

And stop meddling
in the girl's private life.

Respect her privacy.

If she doesn't want to tell you
why she's so turned off,

respect it.

You should've seen her.

She refused to talk about it.

Who knows what her boyfriend did
to her last night.

Yeah, and she was
so excited too.

You know what?

He's probably a jerk
that took her to a cheap,

rodent-infested hotel
that has waterbeds

and mirrors on the ceilings!

The cheapskate
probably invited her to tacos.

She's sure got a knack
for finding jerks.

Take her boss, for example.

He keeps her locked away
in a dank cave!

And how could he show up
to her house empty-handed,

as rich as he is?

And did you see him wolfing down
all those tamales?

-Chill out, Sofi!
-Chill?

But I've built up
a head of steam!

Chill out, girl!
Hello, Mr. Armando.

Hello.

I was talking about a show
in which this woman was fired

for being a gossip.

All right, break time is over.
Time to get back to work.

Unbelievable.

What do you mean the company
depends on Beatriz?

-You heard me.
-No, no, no, Nicolas!

Stop talking.

Who's this?

Who's this?

Nicolas Ramos, nice to meet you.

I'm Betty's boyfriend.

Love you, sweetie.

And just to be clear,
she doesn't need to spend a dime

of your family's money.

Who do you think is paying
for all this?

This guy.

Order something.

How about a whiskey?

Do it.

Mr. Daniel, with all due respect,
I want you to leave.

You have no reason
to treat me like that.

I'm glad we're getting
to know each other, Beatriz.

Boy, was I wrong about you.

And to think
I offered you a job.

Are you deaf like me or what?

She told you to leave.

You two were
made for each other.

Enjoy your lunch
and your freedom, Beatriz.

I'm sure that in jail,
the meals are a bit different.

I'm going to find out very soon
what's going on with V&M.

Excuse me.

Sure. You can go.

Betty.

Why did you say that, Nicolas?

That man is very dangerous.

And he hates you.

You've got to leave
that company immediately.

Don't tell me you bought Beatriz
an expensive gift.

This is getting serious.

Now all I need is
to write something on it.

Relax, I got this.

I wrote something new,
something more in line

with what happened last night.

Close it.

My heart breaks from the pain
of your rejection.

That's no good, dummy!

Let me write it.

Oh, please, Armando.

All you know how to write
are checks.

Leave it to me,

I'm a poet in the art of love
for ugly people.

No offense.

This time I'll write it.
Now leave me alone.

I came to your office
for inspiration. Leave.

Fine, fine.
Whatever Mr. President says.

The subject of Beatriz
is sacred to you today.

-I'll be outside if you need me.
-Thanks.

Yes, Professor,
I'm Junior's mother.

Is everything all right?

No, there must be some mistake.

What do you mean my son was
watching inappropriate videos?

That's impossible.

For starters, my son
doesn't have a cell phone.

A gift?

Who gave it to him?

Mommy Jenny?

What?

What's up, Wilson?

We going to the movies later
or what?

That won't be possible.

Pantera?

You and me in a gym, a ring,

or if you like, we can settle this
out on the street,

but this is my place of work
and you'll respect it, understood?

Relax, I'm not here to see you.

I came to invite
my friend Wilson out.

"Yesterday's in the past.

Today's a new day
to celebrate our lives together.

Let me get to know you better.

Armando."

Hi, Betty. How was lunch?

Fine.
Mr. Armando, I wanted--

Before you say anything,

I have something...
very special for you.

Am I interrupting?

No. Who is that for, Armando?

Who is that for, Armando?

Is that jewelry?

Were you going to give
that heart to Beatriz?

Darn it, honey.
You ruined the surprise.

It was for you.

-For me?
-Yes.

No, I saw you.

You were about
to give it to Beatriz.

How could you think
I'd give this heart to her?

Why would I do that?

No, sweetie,
I was just showing to her

to get her point of view
on if she liked it for you.

Right, Betty?

Yes.

He was going to show it to me
to see if it was Marcela-style.

If it was your style.

Exactly, that's what it was.

-Well, excuse me.
-No, stay here.

Armando was going to show you,
and I want your opinion.

A bear?

A little bear.
A cute little bear.

So... you're going out?

Where? To do what?

Where?

Anywhere a man and a woman
go out to have fun at night.

I wouldn't put it
exactly like that.

Oh, whatever.
We'll figure it out later.

Besides, you're big and strong
and can surely withstand

any of my holds.

She's just messing with you, bud.

I'm not asking you
for any explanations.

Do whatever you want.
It's your life. Whatever.

That's more like it.
I feed off your hate, Breakbones.

Don't call me that!

That's my secret identity
and the unwritten rule of the ring.

If you can't follow it,
you can't call yourself a fighter.

Fine, fine.
Don't freak out.

Besides, I didn't come here
for business.

I'm here for pleasure.

See you soon, babe.
Don't be late.

Hey, bud. Relax.

She's just trying to get
under your skin.

It's her you were
chatting with, right?

Huh?

You didn't let me explain...

I don't care!

It's...

What?

Original.

Unexpected.

What do you think, Beatriz?

It's very...

Of course!
That's the word.

Did you pick it out?

No, I've never seen it in my life.

I only ask because of
how different this bear is.

Little bear.

Little bear.

It's so sweet.

-Right?
-Yes.

All right, Marcela.
It's not a big deal.

We'll exchange it
if you don't like it.

No, I didn't say
I didn't like it,

I said it was...

Oh, honey, I love it
when you surprise me.

When I finally feel
like I know you,

you once again surprise me.

Why don't we get to work?
We've got a lot to do.

That's why I came.

Let's go to my office so I can
show you the new catalogue

for next season.

I want you to approve it.
It's incredible.

-Let's go to my office.
-Yes, let's go.

That little bear was for me.
It was mine.

Another Amorosito.

Can you believe that in spite
of my being against it,

the tramp gave Junior
a cell phone?

The one all of us bought you?

-Yes.
-The one you were almost fired over?

No, sweetie,
God sees everything,

and one of these days
she'll run out of data

in the middle of nowhere
while trying to get a taxi.

-Yes.
-That's called digital karma.

She's doing all this
to torment you,

but don't let her goad you.

Don't let her.

What do I do?
The bimbo makes more money than I do.

Because of her,
Junior was suspended from school.

Plus, she stole my husband.
And as if that weren't enough,

now she's going to be
in the company catalogue!

When it rains, it pours!

Don't forget that she lives
in your house, eats your food,

and to top it off, she clogged
your sink with her hair.

Oh Bertha...

What?

The best thing to do
is maintain peace.

No way.

You have to channel that rage
you're feeling

and get revenge
on that opportunist

because all social climbers
are the same.

-Don't they?
-Yes!

That's right.

You know what I'd do if I were
in her place?

I'd grab that Pantera,
give her a wedgie,

gouge her eyes out, and eat them
with a shot of tequila.

That's some serious stuff.

Or you can ask her to get coffee
so you can talk

and come to
a civilized arrangement.

-Coffee?
-Yes.

Coffee is what I need because
I can't keep my eyes open

because I was up all night!

Oh Lord.

Oh, Sofi.

Incredible, isn't it?

Wow, I love that shade of skin.

It looks like sunrise
in a tangerine field.

I want it.

You like it?
I have the cream with me.

-It's self-tanning lotion.
-Let me see.

Apply it and
after a few minutes,

you'll have a really nice color.

Be careful, though,
or you'll come out orange.

I put it on because I have
a catalogue shoot tomorrow

and I have to look radiant.

I'd never heard of it,
but I'm buying it right now.

That's great.

Forget it,
I'm not buying anything.

-Why not?
-Because it costs $259.99.

Fine, take it.

Of course.
It's mine, Patty.

And you're too poor to afford it.

Wrong, Jennifer.
I am not poor.

I make more than you, okay?

It's just that my job requires
much more responsibility

and one must be smart.

All you do is stand there
and get fitted for clothes.

Right.

Then find yourself
a lovebug like I did.

He gets me everything I want.

My creams, my shampoos, everything.

Find yourself a lovebug.

There's no shortage
of cockroaches out there.

That's not what I want.

I want a rich man
who'll pay for everything.

And he's got to be single.

Believe me, I've looked.
They're not easy to find.

Yes, I'll make the changes
to our proposal.

And I hope your offer,
financially speaking, is more flexible.

Was that about the meeting
with Thompson?

Yes, he wants to meet
at his country house tomorrow.

If we close this deal,
the bad times are a thing of the past.

Why didn't you get
the meeting to be here?

What's the point
of driving out there?

That's a two-hour drive.

Thompson had an accident playing polo
and can't leave his house.

-Now tell me.
-What?

Did you speak to your assistant?

Yes, and Betty doesn't want to.

What? I'm surprised.

All the same,
you need to wake up.

After a rejection like yesterday,

what comes next is breaking up.

Armando, you can't let
someone ugly dump you.

Come on!
Let's go get her.

It should be tonight.

I can't tonight.

I can't do that to Marcela,

especially not after screwing up
with the gift.

What happened?

It's a long story.

Anyhow, Catalina got us tickets
to a new Broadway show

and we have to go.

Don't worry about it.
I'll distract Marcela for you.

I'll keep her busy while you
sort things out with Beatriz.

Don't ghost her.

I don't want to harass Betty like that.

I'm getting to know her better,

and I think it's best
if we give each other space tonight.

Believe me,
Betty's not like the others.

Armando got you this?

Marce, I hate to be mean,
but this is hideous.

Sure, it's got diamonds,
but come on.

I know, I thought the same.

But it's still cute, don't you think?

No, I don't.

I literally couldn't bear this gift.

I wouldn't know what to do with this
if it were given to me.

It doesn't match anything.
It isn't normal.

Armand doesn't have
such poor taste.

But he bought it himself.

It looks like Ugly Betty bought it.

Shut your mouth.
And stop being jealous.

The important thing is that
I'm getting to know

a tender side of Armando
that I didn't know existed.

Let's hope that side of him
isn't too deep.

For your own good, Marce.

It's my phone.

Mommy Jenny gave it to me.

Don't call her Mommy Jenny.

She is not your mother.

For your information,
your only mother is me.

I am the law,
I have the final say,

and if I say
you don't get a phone,

you don't get a phone.

Every kid at school has one.
When will I get mine?

You know when?

When you can buy it yourself
and pay your own bill.

But that won't be
until I'm grown up.

Very good, son!
Very good!

Exactly!
You just figured out when.

As long as you live
in this house

and I pay for all your expenses,
all your clothes,

all your doctor's visits,

and still wipe the snot
from your nose,

you're not getting a phone.

You know what?
Mommy Jenny's right.

You're bitter.

What?

I'm doling out spankings,

and you just hit the jackpot!

Mom won't let me
keep the phone

Mommy Jenny got me.

-So evil.
-Stay out of it.

And you go upstairs
and do your homework.

I want you wearing headphones

so you don't
hear the conversation

between your father and me.

It's not appropriate for your ears.

We're going to fight again?
Don't you get tired of it?

No!

And I never will
when it has to do with my kids

and the decisions
I make about them.

Nico, are those BAR's profits?

Uh-huh.

This is incredible.
You're a great stockbroker.

-Congrats.
-Thanks so much, Betty.

Working at BAR has shown me
I have a keen eye for the market.

The profit margins
surpassed my expectations.

That's why, between us,
I think I deserve a bonus.

Yes!

You're right. That and more.

What group of investors
wouldn't want you on their team?

My time at BAR has shown me
I have nothing to fear

and that I should
trust in myself.

That's why I have
good and bad news.

What's the bad news?

Soon you'll have to find another...

What's the good news?

That I'm leaving BAR soon.

What?

Are you saying...?

That's what I'm saying.

As this plush bear
is my witness,

I say to both of you

that Nico is quitting soon.

Look.

I got a call from the school
and was told

this phone Junior pulled out
in class, which is not allowed,

would be returned to me.

Oh my Gods.
Everybody has one, Mrs. Sofia.

This is the 21st Century.

Shut up!

I gave you that phone
thanks to my friends,

who helped pay for it.

If you want to throw it
in the garbage,

do a Mexican hat dance on it,

or give it to your young lover,
go for it.

But keep it away from my son.

Lovebug, that's not true.
I don't have a lover.

The flabby hag made it up.

You will soon enough.

All I want to be
perfectly clear is that

if I say my son cannot have
a phone, he doesn't get one!

It's my phone, and I'll give it
to whomever I want.

Is that clear?
Or do I have to repeat myself?

Jenny, please.

What?
Are you siding with her?

With this old hag?

Your lover's an old hag!
And don't mess with my kids.

Oh, please, you're so vulgar.

For your information,
I am those kids' stepmother.

All I want for them
is to be "happies."

Efrain, tell her to shut up.

I swear that...

For God's sake, Sofia.
Calm down!

So much trouble
over a damn phone?

If you won't pay for it, I will.

I'm his father, and I do think
he should have a cell phone.

Don't you dare
undermine my decisions!

If I say he doesn't get a phone,
he doesn't get a phone!

Will you say that
in front of your kids?

Because he has a say
because they're his kids too.

Is that clear?

Stay out of it
or I'll break your nose!

Say something to her.

That's enough!
Listen carefully, Sofia!

If you talk to Jenny
like that again,

I'll have you locked up
for the rest of your life!

What is it, honey?
Did you do your homework?

No.

You need something from me?
You need my help?

I'll come help you.

Don't mess with me.
Leave me alone.

Flabby hag.

What?

Are you going to keep looking bitter?

Relax, she doesn't have long.
You'll see.

Armando, are you ready?

Yes.

Catalina's here.

Marce!

Hi, are you ready for
the best night of your lives?

Aren't we going to the theater?

I mean your wedding day.

I booked the best church
in New York for St. Patrick's Day.

What?

You're the best, Cata!
How'd you arrange that?

It's not easy.
There's a three-year waiting list.

Yes, it is hard, but not
for the best wedding planner

in all New York.

You're getting married
in two months.

No.

Two months?

Will that be enough time
to organize everything?

Don't worry about that, Armando.

I'll be the one handling all that.

You know how hard it is
to get that church for that day?

It's really hard, honey.

There are women on
the waiting list for that church

who aren't even engaged yet!
Like Patricia, for example.

I get how big and important
that place is,

but it's the day after
the board meeting.

Well, I hate to be pushy
and upset you.

It's clearly your decision, so I'll...

What?
No, what Armando's trying to say

is that day in particular
will be complicated

with all the work he has.

He might not be able to help us.
Isn't that right, darling?

Yes, that's what I was referring to.

If that's the reason,
then there's nothing to worry about.

Let's toast.

To the bride and groom.

No, Nico.

You're going to leave me
to run BAR by myself?

I'm not going to abandon you, Betty.

I'm making you an offer.

Leave V&M.

You know I can't do that.

Betty, this is our Plan B.

What happened
with that Mr. Daniel Valencia

got my brain working overtime.

We're in danger
with Mr. Armando Mendoza.

I'll remind you
it was he who created all this.

Yes, the situation
got out of hand for him.

He's just trying to fix it.

Right, Betty,
but what happens if things go bad?

You and I get thrown under the bus.

You think Armando Mendoza
would stick his neck out for you?

Of course not.
Let's set some boundaries then.

You do your thing, I'll do mine,

you reach a certain point at V&M,

and then you come with me.

But Nicolas...

But nothing.

You'll notice here

that this money
is money from our salaries.

Money that I invested
in a growth fund.

This is what was there before,

and this is what's in it now.

So much?

So much, Betty.
That's real, legitimate money.

It's our money.

I took a little from our paychecks
and guess what?

If things continue at this rate,

in just a few months we'll be free.

And that includes Mr. Deme.

That way we won't have to
depend on Mr. Daniel Valencia

or Mr. Armando Mendoza anymore.

What do you think?

Don't cry or you'll get wrinkles.

Damn slut!

I have the cream.

-Let me see it.
-It's a self-tanning lotion.

Apply it and after a few minutes,
you'll have a really nice color.

Be careful, though,
or you'll come out orange.

I put it on because I have
a catalogue shoot tomorrow

and I have to look radiant.

Mrs. Flabby,
I need to use the bathroom.

Me too.

It's urgent, Grandma.

Same here.

I was told
in anger management class

that it's up to me to find my peace,

and I just found it!

It was a heart-shaped box.

And inside was this cute little bear.

Even Ms. Marcela
was surprised by the gift

because he's never given her
anything like that.

Forgive me
for giving Marcela your gift,

but it was meant for you.

We need to talk.

I'll see you tomorrow.
I miss you.

I miss you too, darling.

I didn't sleep all night
thinking about the wedding.

Me neither.

I'm so happy.

It's like everything
is falling into place.

Life is working out in our favor.

Or against it.

We're against the clock.

We have a lot to do
and not much time to do it.

Especially now that we have
so much work at V&M.

Don't you worry because
I've got it all under control.

Especially work.

Will you be at the photo shoot
for the catalogue?

No, I'm going to a meeting
at Thompson's house.

-His country house?
-Uh-huh.

I'll come with you.
I haven't been there in so long,

and his wife will be happy
to see me.

I thought you wanted to stay
and supervise the photo shoot.

Ricardo can do it.

I'm sure he'll have
every detail covered,

especially with the models.

I'm sorry, Marce,
but I don't think it's a good idea

for you to come.

I'm taking Betty
so she can review our finances

and I don't want any more
uncomfortable situations

between you two.

And I swear there won't be.
You're looking at a new Marcela.

Really, honey, give me a chance.

Look at this beauty.

And I love this one's color.

Not this one!

I was very clear with Ines
when I said that!

Just look at it!

It looks like something
a prostitute would wear

in a '70s movie.

Does my opinion mean nothing
around here?

Calm down, sweetie.

I heard you tell Ines myself
to put this one here.

What's going on with you today?

Something's going to happen
today, I just know it.

Women and fashion designers
have a sixth sense.

I have a feeling that
something's going down.

Here are your herbal drops, Hugo.

Sounds like you'll need it today.

Thank you, Ines.
Please leave it on my desk.

Don't worry about a thing.
Everything will be fine.

I'll take it later.

You really don't feel it in the air?

Like something's going to happen?

I don't feel anything.
Now please settle down.

Besides, you're used to all this.

Please, Hugo,
this isn't your first catalogue.

It is my first catalogue
using a fit model!

A fit model, I said!

Some second-rate girl better suited
to be a clothes hanger.

Hugo Lombardi working
on a fashion catalogue

with a mere fit model?

Wake up. The sun's up.

Good morning.

Oh, baby.

How did you sleep?

Look at Jonathan!

What's wrong with you two?

Jonathan?
Why did he run off like that?

I don't know.

You look... different.

You're so sweet.

See? He's got two eyes.

I applied a self-tanning cream
to my body

because I'm being photographed
for a catalogue.

I look good, don't I?

Come give me a hug.

What did you do?

Why does it look like
you did something bad

and you love it?
Tell me what you did.

You really want to know?

Yes.

You know how people say
revenge is a dish best served cold?

-Mm-hm.
-Not true!

Revenge is best served
piping hot and thick.

Thick?

Can you just tell me
what did you do to that tramp

or to Efrain the sufferable?
What did you do?

-You want to know?
-What do you think?

-On one condition.
-What?

Help me hide the evidence.

That makes me an accomplice.

Exactly.
You want to know?

Let me treat you to tamales
and donuts and all that

so I can give you a detailed
summary of what I did.

-Sound good?
-Heck yeah!

Donuts? This is golden.

I'll be back in ten minutes
if not sooner.

Get pork rinds
and French fries too.

Be right back.

Cool!

What do you mean
you're not coming, Jenny?

You'd better be here.

What? An allergy?

No, if you don't show up,
I'll blackball you

and you'll never get a job
in Manhattan again.

I want you here!

See?

I told you, Fabi.

Women and we fashion designers
have a sixth sense.

What happened to Jenny?

Her skin had an allergic reaction
to something.

She says she's got a rash.

I lost Naomi, who spread
her legs for everybody,

and I got saddled
with someone even worse!

She probably hooked up
with someone unsavory

and became infected
with something.

It's dangerous out there, girls.
You hear me?

I want all of you to get yourselves
checked out at the gynecologist.

That includes you, Ines.

Hugo!

You could at least get it
wakened from its slumber.

Stop. Stop!

Please turn around.

Uncover your face.

It's Jenny.

How do I know it's Jenny?

That could be fake.
It might be forged.

It's not forged.
It's me.

No, now don't move...

We've got a situation here.

The lady isn't following
my instructions to uncover her face.

What I'm telling you is I am me.

-And I'm me.
-I'm me too.

Then what's the problem
if we're all us?

You know, there's a quick,
easy way to fix this.

No, you're not fixing anything.

You two go over there,
and I'll just get on this elevator.

What?

Like I said.
It's me. That's it.

Happy?

What happened to you?

You look like a carrot.

They won't let you be part
of the photo shoot like that.

Where's the flabby old hag?

-Look, girl.
-Huh?

The evidence.

Now you see it, now you don't.

I wish I were like you,

nasty and capable
of unspeakable evil.

You did this to me!
I look like a "carriot!"

Huh?

What happened to you?

What happened?
You messed with my creams.

You must've added one
of your witch's potions to it.

It's not the end of the world.

They can still
photograph your body.

My whole body is orange.

You know what?

You'll have to dye the curtains
to match the drapes.

You know what?

You'll pay for everything!

What?

Leave me alone!

What?

I've planned everything
for you to make up

with your secret girlfriend tonight.

What have you got planned now?

For you two to meet
with Thompson by yourselves.

I'm not going, which means you two
can do whatever you want,

like having a sexual escapade,
for example.

I hate to disappoint you,
but that's not going to happen.

Marcela's coming with us.
She told me this morning.

But she wasn't invited.

She's friendly with Thompson.
What do I tell her?

That she can't come because
I have to get away with Betty?

Yes.

Bro, we can't let this
relationship turn cold.

Relax, I'll keep
those embers of love lit.

In fact, I left Beatriz
another little something today.

-Again?
-Yes.

What?

Oh, a little gift and a card.

The dedication turned out great,
by the way.

You'll thank me.

You haven't considered how
you'll have Marcela and Beatriz

locked in a car with you
for over two hours, have you?

That's dangerous.

More than dangerous.
Fatal, I'd say.