All language subtitles for Betty.En.NY.S01E061_English

Betty, is there something going on
between you and your boss?

-No!
-Tell me the truth, honey.

-Are you in love with Armando Mendoza?
-No.

Just remember
the 9th commandment says

you shall not covet
your neighbor's fiancé.

Don't go through life hurting others,

but don't allow yourself
to be hurt by others either.

Mrs. Julia.

May I have a few minutes of your time?

-What is this?
-What will you do?

The paparazzi followed you.

Those pictures are already online

and Marcela must've seen them by now.

Get ready because you're in
for one hell of a day.

Your boss was caught red-handed.
Look.

This is undeniable.
And like an idiot, I thought

something bad happened to him
when he got lost with Beatriz.

Armand is the same as always.

Today is the last day Armando
makes a fool of me.

You'll see.
You'll see!

PREVIOUSLY

What is this, Beatriz?

Who is the woman in the picture
with Armando?

Armando had this picture
on his phone.

Is she his lover?

No, I swear I have no idea
who this woman is!

Don't lie to me, Beatriz!

Everybody knows!
It's on the internet!

It's the same woman?

Of course!

Oh no, Beatriz.
Hold on.

Don't tell me there's more than one.

How many lovers does he have?
How many is it?

Well, they do look alike.

Stop acting like you're surprised by this.

I'm not acting!
Of course I'm surprised!

How could Mr. Armando
do something like this?

Like always, with your help.

-With my help?
-Uh-huh.

No, I would never be a part of this!

What he did is unforgivable!

-Right?
-Of course!

After all the dreams and promises...

that he made you about getting married.

Mr. Armando is a jerk.

Yes.

Well, Mrs. Julia, I'm all ears.

Mr. Armando, I'm so appreciative

of all you've done for my Betty,
but above all,

I'm grateful that
you appreciate her worth.

Betty's brilliant.

She's really helped us at the company.

I can imagine how useful she is to you.

Others might try to take advantage of her

because my daughter
is so innocent, so naive,

but above all, very loyal.

Betty is very smart,
but she's not that naive,

and she isn't so easily deceived.

Mr. Armando, my daughter experienced
something many years ago

that almost destroyed her.

And this time, I won't allow
her heart to be broken again.

A mother must defend her cubs
from the evils of this world.

Of course, you wouldn't know that

because you've yet
to have children, right?

But when you marry that
very pretty lady that we met...

What was her name?

-Marcela.
-That's right.

-Marcela Valencia.
-Yes. Yes, Marcela.

What a beautiful, elegant lady.

I can tell she loves you very much.

But... where was I?
Oh, right!

I was saying that when
you and Marcela have children,

you'll know just how much
a parent loves their child.

I'm sorry, ma'am, but why
are you telling me all this?

Because my daughter's been acting
a little weird lately.

One day she seems very happy,
and other days she's depressed.

She's always kind of jumpy.

She's uneasy.

Something has her extremely upset.

I don't like seeing
my daughter suffering like that.

Haven't you noticed it?

No, no, not at all.

Betty seems like her normal self.

Then it must be my imagination.

Yes.

I just hope nobody dares
to hurt my little girl

because us parents are capable
of doing anything for our children.

Like defending them tooth and nail

from the wolves and lions
that seek to destroy them.

Good thing we're not in the jungle.

This city is the jungle, Mr. Armando!

It's full of vicious animals
lying in wait.

Anyway, that was some good coffee.

I ask that you please not tell my daughter

about this pleasant chat.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

My best to your fiancé.

Of course.

Are you sure?

Very.

She's not in his list of contacts

or in his appointment calendar,

and he hasn't seen her
during working hours at least.

I don't believe a word you're saying.

That worried assistant act
doesn't suit you.

You knew about that woman.

No!
I swear I didn't.

I'm telling you the truth.

Okay, then let's prove it.

When Armando gets here,
we'll both talk to him.

Great idea!
Let him explain what happened.

-Okay.
-Okay.

So this is your archenemy.

Marce, I'd say you have a chance,
but I'm not gonna lie.

Nobody can compete against this woman.

Look at her!

She's like a goddess that descended
from Mount Olympus.

Wow!
She's beautiful.

Who's her plastic surgeon?

I want to know.

This can't be natural.

Who cares, Patricia?

Stop worshipping her.
Good thing you're my friend.

I got that picture from Armando's phone.

I think that's the one
sending him those poems.

Okay, I won't say anything.
You're right.

I'm your friend, and I'm here
for moral support.

-Thank you.
-What do we do?

Have her killed or call off the wedding?

This is for Luis Eduardo...

Careful.
Your life is in danger.

Good morning, Aura Maria.

Good morning, Mr. Armando.

He's here.
Are you ready?

I've got everything we need.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Sofia Pena.

What do you want?
What happened to you?

What happened?

Your friend hit me in the face
because of you.

So now everything
that happens to you is my fault?

No way.

If it were up to me,

I'd summon the Seven Horsemen
of the Apocalypse on you!

All right, enough of this cursing me.

Why don't you explain
what's going on between you two?

Why the hell did you move in with him?

Because I'll remind you
that as of yesterday,

your children and me are homeless,

and Charly was the only person
to offer us a place to sleep.

And you couldn't have stayed
at your nosy friend's house?

I felt like going to Charly's.

Besides, why are you
giving me a hard time?

Have you forgotten
it's your children and me

that don't have a home thanks to you
moving your lover into my house?

Fine.

Starting now,
you'll come back to the house

because I won't have my children
be little beggars

in someone else's home.

You and that wretched slut
are moving out of my house?

Of course not, Sofia.

Let me remind you that
that house is mine too.

Then forget it.

I'm not going back there

until my bedroom is restored
to its original color

and until you and that shameless whore
move to the forest

which is fitting
for the animals that you are.

Where are you going?

We're having a conversation, Sofia.

-Mr. Deme.
-Yes?

I've been thinking,
and now's the time.

I have everything I need
to start my own company.

-In addition to capital, you need backing.
-Right.

A company can't just
be created out of nothing.

I have the money.
I can start with that.

Are you stealing money from BAR?

No, Mr. Deme.
How could you think that?

Not one dime of the money
I'm talking about came from BAR.

Are you mixed up with the mafia?

Thank you very much for your trust.

Just to be clear,

that money I'm talking about
is my savings.

If you come with me,
we can make that money grow,

bring Betty with us
and get her out of V&M.

Tell me something, Nicolas.

Do you promise
you're not embezzling money?

Do I look like a criminal to you?

Yes!
You scare me, Nicolas.

Really?

-Really, Mr. Deme?
-Yes.

Don't say that.

I'm back.

Where were you?
Took you long enough.

I was really worried.

I was going to get my hair cut,
but there were too many people.

I have to get started on lunch.

Good morning.
Hi.

Good morning.

-We've been waiting for you.
-Me?

Mm-hmm.

And I'm not leaving
until things are cleared up.

So please clear up for us
if you spent the afternoon

with another woman.

What?
What are you talking about?

Of course not.

-Liar!
-Liar!

There's proof.

Tell me who this woman is, Armando.

Who is she, and how do you know her?

Now hold on.
What's wrong with you two?

Why are you plotting against me?
I don't know who that is.

-You don't?
-No.

And yet you're hugging!

Yes, Marcela!
It's the fashion industry!

You're not new to this.

Do you know how many women
want to get photographed with me

and hug me?

Do you know how many?
Me neither.

That's how this business is.

See, Ms. Marcela?

I have absolutely nothing to do with this.

What Mr. Armando does
with his free time in his private life

with his model friends
is of no interest to me.

So if you'll excuse me,

I ask that you keep me
out of your affairs

because I have nothing to do
to his shamelessness.

I'm going back to work.
Excuse me.

If you think I bought that story,
you're very wrong.

I know something happened
between this model and you!

-Now you're crossing the line.
-I am?

I can't stand jealous,
insecure women!

So now everything we've been through
means nothing?

That we throw it all away

because you're sick with jealousy?

Sick with jealousy?
I have proof!

A picture on the internet is your proof?

Gossip means more to you than my word?

I am so disappointed, Marcela.
You know what?

I don't know that I want
to marry you anymore.

Yes.

I'd rather flush it all away.
It's not worth it anymore.

They almost killed me.

I don't know how I got out of there alive.

What happened?

Betty and Marcela teamed up
to throw a jealous fit.

Your fiancé and your lover
are jealous of another woman?

Wow, you really are my hero, bro.

Casanova's got nothing on you.

Don't make fun.
This is serious.

I had to make something up
and pretend to be offended

so I wouldn't be torn to shreds.

What did you tell them?

That she was a model friend of yours.

All I was thinking was
how to get out of there.

Bro, I want to be like you when I grow up.

How are things with the two of them?

I had to give Marcela the "poor me" act.

Betty's furious though.

What? This is serious,
my dear heartbreaker.

We'll need BAR's financial muscle

to pull of this new deal with Thompson.

So you'll have to cheer her up.

There's nothing more vindictive
than an ugly girl whose feelings are hurt.

I was out, buddy.

You must've partied hard last night, huh?

How'd it go with Pantera?

Did she knock you around or what?

Oh, buddy, if you only knew.

She's the perfect woman.

Pretty, smart, athletic.

-Whoa baby.
-That's enough.

-What?
-Enough.

I didn't ask for details.
Don't be gross.

What are you doing here anyway?
Get back to work.

Your place is down there.
Get back to work.

Will do.

What are you looking at?
Go downstairs.

I'm going.

Sofia, I think it's great
you left the house

after so many incidents.

You shouldn't have to put up
with any more humiliation.

But what I don't get is
you moving in with that man.

He's her friend, Ines.

Yes, they're friends,
but he's a single man.

No, Ines.
Hold on.

I didn't go alone.
I took my kids with me.

And I've known that single man for years.

He's practically family.

Well, if you took your kids,

that just further proves my point.

I don't think that's
a good example for your kids.

Remember that Cesar's wife
must not only be chaste

but also appear to be it.

There's just one small thing.

I'm not Cesar's wife.
I'm stupid Efrain's wife.

And with what we're planning right now,
not for long, right?

Don't worry, Ines.

Charly's a good man
and nobody can throw anything

in Sofia's face.

She's had it so bad.

I know I'm old-fashioned
and I sometimes say things

that can seem ridiculous...

-Yes!
-Yes!

...but remember one thing.

Man is fire, woman is dry grass.

The devil dances by and blows.

Then I hope he blows really hard
and starts a wildfire

all over Brooklyn.

-I hope his tail burns.
-Whose?

That damn Efrain's.

Don't make fun of me.

-I wish you guys were more serious.
-No!

I'm leaving.

-Hey.
-What?

You think Ines is the fire
or the dry grass?

Ines doesn't need outside help.
It's inside her.

Betty hasn't said anything,

but it isn't easy for her
to hide things from me.

I think she's in a romantic
relationship with someone.

I'm short of breath again.

Between Betty and my mother,
I'm going to be sick.

-Uh.
-Yes, Mom.

I want her to have a boyfriend too.

But if it's the person I'm thinking about,

-I don't like it one bit.
-Why not?

Because Betty needs a nice,
worry-free romance.

I hope it's not who I'm thinking

because then I won't know what to do.

Send him my way.

No, Mom, I don't like him for you either.

Betty, can we talk?

If it's about that report,
I'm almost finished.

I just have to wrap up some projections.

No, that's not why.
It's about the pictures.

I want to explain
what happened last night.

I don't need you to lie to me
anymore, Armando.

And I don't want to be insulted anymore

because every time you do something,

your fiancé comes in here
and says awful things to me.

Forgive me.
I'm so sorry about that.

Why exactly are you apologizing?

Because of the pictures?

I'll remind you that without that

I wouldn't have found out anything.

I thought I was the other woman,
but apparently

there are many others.

No, Betty, those pictures
are a misunderstanding.

I'm with you and no one else.

I promise that I'm going
to break up with Marcela.

No.
Stop lying to me.

-Can I give you some advice?
-What?

Be careful.

Marcela went through your phone

and found another woman's picture.

She appears to be the same one
in these pictures.

Or they're twins.

You tell me.
Were you with her?

Is she another close friend?

Please, Betty, how can you believe...?

-Armando, I'm tired of you lying to me.
-What? No.

What kind of relationship is this?

I'm trying to control myself

after this lie
that's eating away at my soul,

while Marcela's there
suffering just like me.

Meanwhile, you're flirting it up
with Lord knows who.

With models and actresses
and pageant contestants...

-No!
-What?

No, Armando. Not here.
They'll catch us.

I know, and I'm sorry,
but it was the only way

to shut you up
and let me explain those pictures.

I imagine you've never dated
someone like me

who's got the media all over him

and has to deal with the fake news
they put out just to sell.

That's what this is.

-Fake news?
-Yes.

So you're telling me
these pictures are doctored

and that you weren't there?

No, I'm not going to lie.
Yes, that model was there.

She talked to Ricardo and me
for a moment and then left.

-Oh.
-Uh-huh.

I called you several times and texted you

and you didn't respond.

Were you very busy or what?

I was talking to Ricardo,

and with all the noise and loud music,

I didn't hear the phone.
That's what happened.

Okay, I'm going to believe you,

but then who was the other woman
who looks like this one,

the one on your phone
that Marcela saw?

Oh, her?
Don't worry about her.

Ricardo sent me that picture,
but it's nothing to worry about.

Please trust me, Betty.
Everything's fine.

-I don't want you to lie to me.
-No.

Please don't lie.

Relax.

Relax, I promise I won't lie to you.

Wow!

I have to take a picture of this one.

Here, whoa.

One last picture of Nico the geek.

Wow, whoa.

I'll take this one.

And this too.

Ma'am.

You smell so nice.

I'm interested in an extreme makeover,

something that'll make me
look handsome and elegant.

Can you help me?

You can?

Thank you.

Could it be another woman?

The woman in that picture
is not the same

as the one in Armando's phone.

You think?

They really look alike.

It doesn't matter.
That's not the point.

The point is that Armando was
with another woman last night.

That means the relationship
is getting more serious.

Don't say that, Patricia.

I'm sorry, but it's true.
All men are the same.

They start out with one
and move on to another

until they find that special one.

That's when it's over
and you've got to keep an eye out

for the signals.

It's okay.

I've read that this is normal.

I'm sorry, I don't know why I can't.

Sorry, I don't know what's wrong.

You might be right.

I don't know, Armando said what he did
with such conviction.

Marce...

She left him a poem on his desk.
That woman does exist.

Okay, okay.
Know what?

I'm going to take smarter approach
and get everything out of Armando,

but I'll do it the nice way.

That's what I'm going to do.

Yes.

The fabrics to be used

will be be made of silk, suede...

Good morning.

Do you have an appointment?

You're that famous model, right?

-Yes.
-Your name starts with an F.

Yes.

I'm here to see Mr. Armando Mendoza,

but I don't have an appointment.
Can you let him know, please?

No, you don't need an appointment.

I'll take you to his office myself.

Wow, you're gorgeous!
May I hug you?

Of course.

Welcome.
Right this way.

Thank you.

You're so pretty and well dressed.

-I love your boots.
-Thanks.

-This is what I need to see...
-Honey.

-Yes, Mr. Armando...
-Yes. What happened?

Please excuse me.
I didn't know you were busy.

-It's fine, Ms. Marcela.
-Excuse me.

I'll bring you the analysis...

Mr. Armando, Mr. Armando,
you have a very important guest.

Hi, I hope I haven't come at a bad time.

Armando.

Oh boy.

Welcome, Fiorella.

Nice to meet you.
I'm Armando Mendoza.

We've never met before, right?

No, but I'm sure Mr. Thompson
told you a lot about me.

Otherwise I'll have to give him
a talking to.

What?

You're going to be the face
of our new campaign?

Yes.

Well, if you ultimately approve it.

Mr. Thompson thought I could be
the face of V&M in his stores.

What do you think?

What do you say?

What do I say?

Oh, no way.
I don't even want to look.

Oh my goodness, what a handsome man.

I think I'm turning gay for myself.

Nico, you stud.

Look at me.

Who'd have thought
that to be rid of Armando

I'd only have to pay...

What?
No, no, no.

That's a down payment on an apartment.

I just want a suit that will make me
look handsome.

No, no, ma'am.

Thank you, but no, send that back.

I don't want to be charged for that.

I just wanted to try a few things on,

but I'll take it right off and leave.

I didn't like it.

It's just too big.
Thank you.

Fiorella Ferrara!

I swear she's one of the most
beautiful women I've ever seen.

I need a selfie with that woman.

What if we make an excuse to go in there?

Food!
That's always a good excuse.

Some canapés, finger sandwiches,
or something small like that.

Something!

Hey, hey, why does it sound
like a flea market in here?

Are you selling an old lamp
or a vacuum cleaner or something?

Not at all.
No, no, no.

We're talking about who
Mr. Armando is meeting with.

And may I ask what's so important
about that meeting

that has made the company
come to a standstill?

If you were performing
your secretarial duties,

you'd know that
Fiorella Ferrara is in there.

That god awful woman is here?

So you two have never met?

Not at all.

Only what Mr. Thompson told me
about him,

although if I'm being totally honest,
I did look you up on social media.

You must be Betty.

Mr. Thompson had nothing
but good things to say about you.

Me?
Betty?

Are you crazy?

I'm Marcela Valencia,
a primary shareholder here

and Armando's fiancé.

Didn't you see me
when you looked Armando up

on social media?

I didn't, I'm sorry,
but it's a pleasure to meet you.

This is Beatriz Rincon.
Betty's my personal assistant.

Oh, it's you.
We finally meet.

Mr. Thompson has told me
so much about you.

He said you're very nice and smart,

and he's not one
to give away compliments.

Thank you very much.

Good morning, good afternoon,
and good night

because I must be dreaming.

-You are...
-Yes, I'll introduce you.

This is Ricardo Calderon,
VP of Commerce.

Why don't we all go
to the conference room?

Yeah, let's go together, Betty.

What?

Yes, Mr. Thompson wants you
near me throughout this process

and I want you near me too, so let's go.

I'm so excited...

-All right, all right.
-Let's go.

You two first.

Bro, talk about making
your dreams come true.

I sent that picture,

but I never thought
you'd make it a reality.

Betty and Marcela think
I'm involved with Fiorella.

And if you ever are,
you'll be my idol forever.

We can't show up
at the board meeting like this.

We'd have no way to show
that we're stable.

What's more, we're about to pull it off.

A mistake like that would ruin everything.

We've got to keep
Betty and Marcela calm.

Okay.

Hey, what are you doing?

You tell me that
and then you start texting?

I'm not texting.
I'm changing my password.

I can't let Marcela keep spying on me.

Where is she?

Where is she?
I was told she was here.

I thought I sensed a glamorous change
in the air at V&M.

Look at this gorgeous model.
The prettiest in the world.

-Hi, darling.
-Come.

Sit next to me.

Don't sit next to that troll.

Hugo, Mr. Thompson, our client,

asked that Betty be present
at the meeting.

So I'll ask you to keep
your comments to yourself.

Very well.
It can stay.

So long as it doesn't talk.

We're going to watch the presentation

we've prepared for you.

Choose whichever dress you like.

If you have any questions, ask away.

That's great, Marcela.

Betty, I'd like your help with this.

Make your selection,
and we'll compare them at the end.

What?

Fiorella, Beatriz is here
to give her opinion

regarding finances.

She doesn't know anything about fashion.

Look at her.
She's got no style, no presence.

Beatriz works for V&M,
but she doesn't represent

the woman of V&M.

She's not our target,
and she never will be.

-Please, Marcela.
-It's the truth.

You speak about what you know,

so if you have any questions,
please ask me.

What happened, lovebug?

I know.

You fell for the shoe polish
on the telescope gag.

Don't worry about it.

It's happened to me several times.

There was no telescope or shoe polish.

-This is a real bruise.
-Real? What happened?

Stupid Charly got all confident,

we started arguing and he defended Sofia.

-But why?
-How should I know?

What does he care?

Why is he sticking his nose
in other people's business?

-Well, he did.
-Why?

Because he's nosy.

He moved Sofia and the boys
in with him.

If I were a man,
I would've messed up his face so badly

that not even his own family
would've recognized him.

But since you can't even defend yourself,

that's what he did to you.

No, none of this
"that's what he did to you" business.

You should see him.

I almost knocked
his jawbone clean off his face.

-Oh, please.
-Now he's got a hump.

It's a man.

Efrain Montes?

-Yes.
-You've been served.

What is it, lovebug?

What did you buy me?

Is it a house?

It's from the court!

You're being sued
for giving him a humpback.

Why'd you open the door?

-No.
-No what?

This isn't from Charly.

Who's it from?

From Sofia.

I have to go to court.

What for?

She's filing for divorce.

Amazing!

Wow, congratulations.

The collection is stunning.

Hugo, you've outdone yourself.

Thank you.

The reason I'm so excited
about the project

is because of how urban it feels to me.

Now, I'll need to see
the clothes in person

before I make my final decision.
May I?

Of course.
You're the boss.

You say "bungee", and I jump.

There's nothing more important
than having direct contact

with the models.

"I throw myself here at your feet, sinful,

my dark face against your blue earth

you, the virgin among armies of palm trees

that never grow old as humans do."

"I dare not look
at your pure eyes or dare touch

your miraculous hand:

I look behind me and a river of lust

urges me on against you."

You're also a fan of Alfonsina Storni?

I love her.

Bravo!
Very good.

Marcela, I wasn't aware you liked poetry.

-Shall we go to the showroom?
-Yes.

Let's go.

This way, please.

Give me a second.

Mariana, do we have a copy
of the modeling contract?

Of course.
Here you are.

Thank you very much.
Excuse me.

Giovanni, how's it going with that lamp?

Excellent as always, sir.

I think it should be a little higher.

Wow!

You've got every aspect
of your company under control.

Yes. Mr. Armando is very efficient.

I call him Mr. Multitasker.

This way.

Okay.

Did you see that?

There's a body that won't quit.

I hate to see her go,
but I love to watch her leave.

You guys are pigs!

-What?
-What what?

You flinched.

What's going on with her?
Why'd she get mad?

Why do you think?
She's jealous.

She probably likes the model.

Don't forget that she's my competition.

Oh, right.

You're like the Michelangelo
of fashion design, Hugo.

I love you!

If I weren't married, I'd kneel right now
and propose to you.

Here are all the designs you chose
from the collection.

Ines, tell our fit model
to give us a demonstration.

We don't have a model today.

Remember...
the carrot skin incident.

I'm so embarrassed.

Given certain reallocations
that the company made,

we only have one fit model,
and she's a bit indisposed.

Don't worry,
we'll find a model right away.

No, there's no need.

Hugo, I'll be your fit model.

I'll get to try on the clothes,
do a test run

and we'll get a head start.

-What do you think?
-I love you!

I want to shower you with kisses.

You're killing me!

She knew the poem?

She recited it right there
in front of everybody.

She has some gall.

I want to kill her so bad
I'm about to explode.

She's mocking me
right to my face,

plus she's got this whole
nice and friendly act,

as if all of us here are
at her beck and call.

I told you, Marcela.

Beatriz and that Thompson guy
are a couple of enablers.

Yes.

You poor thing,
they must really be ridiculing you.

Yes.

No wonder she asked to have
that thing by her side.

I think it's definitely
time to teach her a lesson.

But we shouldn't do anything too crazy.

-What if you cut her hair?
-No, I'll do something much worse.

That woman will regret ever coming here.

This is my company,
and Armando is my man!

Wait, Marce.

Are you sure you don't want me
to bring some scissors?

Marce?

Sorry, but I can help if you'd like.

Thanks very much.
How nice of you.

There you go.

That tickled.

Armando, this is the last straw.

Not only did you invite your lover here,

but now you're manhandling her
in front of everyone!

It's not what you're thinking.

It's not? Then what is it?
Another one of your lies?

You might be famous and appear
in magazines and all that,

but I don't care about that.

What's going on?

What's going on is I'm on to you.

You can drop
the Little Miss Innocent routine.

I know that Armando has
pictures of you in his phone!

-What?
-Armando has what?

Marcela, please stop.

Stay out of it, Hugo.

You shameless, boyfriend-stealing tramp.

Sending poems to Armando?
How ridiculous!

In fact, I've just been inspired,

so here's a poem for you,

and I happen to be a whiz at metaphors.

No, Marcela, please calm down.
Let me explain everything.

What's to explain?

She's the same woman who was
at the club with you last night

and the same woman with you
in those pictures online!

No.

Marcela, respect me.

I have nothing to do
with whatever's going on here.

You respect me first
because you don't have the morals

or decency, much less the look,
to promote our clothing.

I've died and I'm never coming back.

Clearly I don't belong here.

No, wait.
This is all a misunderstanding.

No, it's not a misunderstanding.

It's fine.

I don't have the look you're going for.

I'll change and then leave.

Thank you.
Bye.

What have you done, Marcela?

You just ruined my future as a designer.

Armando, take her to the vet or something.

Betty, please do something.
Get her back.

-What?
-Why are you being so dramatic?

Why are you all looking at me
like I'm crazy?

That woman is Armando's lover.

Marcela, listen to me!

A person cannot be in two places at once.

She lives in Europe with her husband,

and last night she flew
to New York on a private jet.

-Uh-huh, yes.
-She's married to a really handsome guy.

-Uh-huh, yes.
-Armando wishes he were that handsome.

Yeah.
Huh?

Furthermore, if he weren't married to her,

I'd marry him.

We just missed a golden opportunity
because of you, Marcela.

Marce!
Wait up!

Take a deep breath.

Sorry to be the one to tell you,
but you overdid it.

Shut up, Patricia!

That's what I get for believing the venom

that comes out of your mouth.

It's more than clear
that woman isn't Armando's lover.

Hugo said it.

Well, we can't be so certain, Marce,

because Hugo, deep down...

deep, deep down,

is a man, too, and all men are the same.

-They're all lying dogs.
-Enough, Patricia!

Marce...

I just made the biggest mistake
of my life.

Armando's not going to leave me
for someone else.

He's going to leave me because of me.

Don't be silly.

If he leaves you for you,
that means he'll be with you

the rest of his life.
Duh!

Marce...

Please don't leave, ma'am.
We're really sorry.

I'm sorry, Betty,
but I've never been treated like this!

I shouldn't have to put up with this!

-You're right.
-I'm so glad you're still here.

Please accept my apologies.
It was all a misunderstanding.

Yeah?
Clear that up with Thompson.

I'm done with this company.

Excuse me.

This is unbelievable.