All language subtitles for Betty.En.NY.S01E065_English

Betty is so lucky!

PREVIOUSLY

A trip to Miami! Fun in the sun
on a breezy beach,

not to mention
Mr. Thompson's mansion!

Armando and Ugly Betty are going
to Miami together.

She's going to be treated like a VIP.

If you go on that trip,
the wedding's off, Armando.

You decide.

What, were you going to leave without me?

I don't understand
why you haven't bought

a plane ticket to go to Miami.

I can't do that.

You show up like what you are.

You're Armando's fiancé
and the owner of this company.

Then Betty and Armando will be
in these rooms.

We're going to be neighbors.

I know! Do you see it?
It's amazing!

The palm trees...
Miami's amazing!

The sun's shining and look
at the size of my room, the bed!

Wow, it's beautiful!

You look like a princess
in that room, sweetheart.

-How was your trip, Betty?
-Amazing.

Incredible! Very exciting!
I was nervous.

I thought I'd get dizzy since it was
my first time flying, but I didn't.

It was incredible!

Everything looks incredible
from so high up.

However, the humidity in Miami...
My hair is extra frizzy.

You dad's here too.
Demetrio, come here.

Yes, yes. Hi, Betty!

Betty, sweetie?
Can you hear me?

Yes, I can hear you!
You don't have to yell!

What?

I can hear you!
How are you?

How are things at work?
Are you almost done?

No way! We just got here!

I'll send you an amazing video
I took on the way over.

You can see the cruise ships.

No, honey.

You're on a business trip.

You can show us
when you get back.

Yes, don't give them a reason
to say you're slacking.

Work is sacred.
Listen to your father.

I know that,
but it was Mr. Armando's idea.

Oh, yeah? How are he
and his fiancé doing?

-Good, good.
-Nice.

They're both downstairs looking
over things with Mr. Thompson.

Send them my regards and...

-Lower your voice.
-I will.

-Bye, Dad, Mom.
-Bye, sweetie.

-We love you!
-I'll call you later.

I...

No, no.
Stay away.

Mata!

-Ah!
-Now, now.

-Relax.
-I never thought

I'd run into you here.

Why is that?

I no longer earn the miserable wages
I earned at V&M.

I can go anywhere I please now.

And with whomever.

You haven't changed.

Relax, you Spanish Harlem hunk.

Listen, I came over
because I want to help you out.

And what could I ever need from you?

For starters, a job.

I've heard that V&M's reality is sad,
deplorable, depressing.

Between you and me,
if Betty didn't have Armando's back,

we both know
you'd be out on the street.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Silly Ricky...

I'm not the fool I used to be.
The one you kicked out the back door.

V&M is going down.

If you don't save yourself,
you'll go down with them.

Listen, Mariana,

that color was meant
for outfit number 12.

What happened?

That's the one you requested, ma'am.

Oh, so now you don't listen
when I speak? Fix it!

-Of course.
-Good.

What did the incompetent witch do now?

What do you want, Patricia?

I want us to go out to eat.

You mean you want me to pay
for your meal like always.

What did I ever do to you?
Why do you take it out on me?

We're dealing with a situation
and you're being a mooch.

It's not my responsibility
to feed you everyday.

It's not my fault Armando left
to Miami with a top model.

Leave, or God knows what I'll do.

Leave!

I'm hungry.

And forever more...

Giovanni.

Giovanni, sweetheart.

Do you have a minute?

Not even 30 seconds.

They need me upstairs
for a wall repair.

Well, it's just that I made you mole.

You made it?

No, but I got a hold of some.
The kitchen and I don't get along.

In any case, I wanted
to do something nice for you

because you looked after Tommy.
You saved me.

You shouldn't have bothered.

You know that Tommy and I
are great friends

and we have lots of fun together.

Thank you, Giovanni.
You're very special. Here.

Enjoy! It's very spicy.

Very special.

No, you're not special.
You're an animal.

I think we should have
the photo shoot by the pool.

Your house is beautiful.
It's beautiful design

will offer the perfect frame
for the pictures.

And the presence of a goddess...
from Mount Olympus

will provide a divine final product.

In fact, we can start
the fitting process now.

I'm ready whenever you are.

Betty, this is your first time in Miami.
You should make the most of it.

Hugo and Fiorella will be busy.
Go and explore the city.

Miami's a lot more
than beaches and malls.

Yes, I know,
but it's a large city, isn't it?

I'm not sending you out alone.

I'll have my assistant be your guide.

Or I could go with her.

That way, Hugo can focus
on the outfits.

You should change
into something lighter.

It can get very hot here
this time of year.

Oh! I only own clothes similar to this.

Don't worry. I'll loan you something
lighter and more chic.

Excuse me, gentlemen.
I'm taking my model with me.

Let's go.

Alright, my dear Mata.

It seems that fine dining
and cheap company

-hasn't done you any good.
-Oh!

I'm really sorry you're still not over
Armando firing you,

but your threats are pathetic.

Look,

if you ever need a job...

I may be able to offer you
something in Accounting,

even if you can't do anything.

I want you to enjoy this
because let me tell you...

this could be the last time.

Are you done?

Ms. Ines, I can't believe
how tired am.

How?
You haven't lifted a finger.

I don't know.
I don't get it either.

My energy comes and goes.
Must be the hormones,

-don't you think?
-Must be.

I'm going home to rest.
See you tomorrow.

Nice to meet you!

She didn't even say hello.

That's Hugo's latest whim.

She's Fabio's sister.
He gave her a job.

-What?
-Yes.

I thought we were supposed
to be pinching pennies.

Hugo pays for her salary
out of his own pocket.

What's wrong?
Is everything okay?

Well, Hugo wants me to stop
by his house to water his plants

because Fabio won't do it.

Charge him for that, Ines.

No, I'm happy to do it.

I just hate have having to see
that awful Romina and Fabio.

Okay.

Mr. Hugo.

-It's divine, isn't it?
-Yes.

But it doesn't suit you, Beatriz.

It will never... suit you.

Listen, take my advice.

It comes from someone who works
in the fashion industry.

There are people who just weren't born
to dress in style.

You're one of them.

Don't go against your nature.

You'll just simply...

never be the type of woman
who wears designer clothing,

you'll never be glamorous.

Do you really think wearing
a beautiful woman's dress

will turn you into a beautiful woman?

Oh, you darling little thing.

I imagine that given who you are

you still believe
in fairy tales, don't you?

Magic isn't real.

Magic is... possessed by those
who wear the clothes.

And you, Beatriz...

you have no magic.

And you never will.

Mr. Hugo, none of
what you're saying is necessary.

I'll admit that you're smart.
You're smart.

You should be acknowledged
for getting as far as you have

given who you are,

but you should settle...

for being Armando's right-hand.

And nothing more.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Rincon,

but your daughter will never perform
with my dancers.

Well, Madame Monique,
you should've told me that

two years ago
when you started taking my money

for your damn classes,
which are overpriced, by the way!

Mrs. Rincon, ballet is a sublime,
delicate, and elegant art.

It's not for graceless,
deaf and ugly creatures.

Some girls are meant to shine,

while others are meant
to watch from afar.

-Oreo?
-Okay.

I love Miami!

It's perfect! The palm trees,
the sky, the art deco.

And I just love
how everyone speaks Spanish.

There are lots of Latinos here.
You'll hear all kinds of accents.

There are Venezuelans, Cubans...
and even Mexicans.

I love it!
Oh, look how pretty! Him too!

Hey.

It's always summer here.

I'm not dressed appropriately,
am I? I'm standing out.

No, Betty.
I like the way you dress.

You must be warm, though.

Why didn't you change into
the clothes Fiorella picked out?

It felt weird, like I was someone else.

I didn't feel like myself.

-And I'm used to not fitting in.
-You look fine.

Is anyone looking at you?
Is anyone staring at you?

-No, just you.
-See?

Do you need to be seen?

No, I couldn't care less.

You have all of my attention.
I just want you to have fun.

We should enjoy our time together.

I'll make you a deal.

I'm not your boss
and you're not my assistant, Betty.

-Deal?
-Deal.

We're just a couple
who's vacationing here in Miami.

-Deal?
-Yes!

I'm your best friend's fiancé.

Don't do this to me, Marcela.

You're a very, very bad boy,
you traitor.

Kiss me, you traitor.

Kiss me if you don't want me
to hit you.

Sir?

Sir, is everything okay?

What is it, Betty? Are you okay?
Are you tired?

No, but I'm thirsty.

We can stop and get something drink.

-We can stop over there.
-Let's go.

Come on. Be careful.

This street is Ocean Drive,
Miami's most famous street.

We can sit there if you want.

Hello.
Table for two, please.

-Thank you.
-Thanks.

Thank you very much.

Two mojitos.

Thank you.

What's wrong, Betty?
What's the matter?

You're very quiet.

If I tell you,
do you promise not to get mad?

I won't. Tell me.

I was thinking about Ms. Marcela.

Was she okay
with you coming on this trip?

No, she wasn't,
but she doesn't get a say

because she knows that a deal
with Thompson is crucial for V&M.

Did she mention me? Was she upset
because I was coming?

No, Betty.
She doesn't suspect you.

What's wrong?

This isn't right.
I've never felt so guilty.

I never thought
I'd ever do something like this.

Something like what?

Like this.

I don't like keeping
our relationship a secret

and lying to everyone.

My mom once said that nothing born
out of a lie ends well.

I don't know where we'll end up.

I'm sorry.

Romina!

I'm home!

Hi, honey.

I've been waiting for you.

That's from V&M.

You tried it on.

It doesn't matter
where it came from.

What matters is that you like it.
Do you like it?

You can't steal from Hugo.

-No?
-No.

-I can't?
-No.

-You sure?
-I'm sure.

And yet Hugo has stolen
my husband from me.

And you're not complaining.

What have I said about that?

Wow!

-You know what?
-What?

Could you already tell him
you're my husband?

Ines!

What brings you here?

Hugo asked me to water his plants.

Oh, go right ahead.
Come in.

Why are you in your underwear?

I'm always in my underwear.
Besides, it's so hot!

-Summer's here, alright.
-It's very hot.

-This is normal.
-Totally.

Don't worry, though. We'll change
so you won't feel uncomfortable.

No, I'll leave after I do
what Hugo asked me to do.

Go ahead.

Sorry.

-It's good.
-This mojito is so good.

It was Ernest Hemingway's drink
of choice in Cuba.

Yes, it's a Cuban classic.
Don't let it fool you, though.

It's good, but it has a lot of rum.

No, I've created a monster!

It was so good
and I was so thirsty.

I can see.

If you're going to have another,
pace yourself.

We have lots to see

and I don't want to be lugging
a little drunk around.

I'm not drunk. Alright,
I'm a little tipsy. But it's everything.

The beautiful city,
the palm trees, the colors...

and best of all there's you.

I've never felt this way before,
this happy and free.

And it's all thanks to you.

And thanks to you I'm seeing
this city with different eyes.

I mean it. Really.

You're very weak, Pantera.

You're too young
to be give me advice, Breakbones.

I'd advise you
to stop posting challenges online.

You're all talk!

Get in here!
Don't be scared!

Wilson taught me this move.

He held me like this
and then kissed my neck.

Get up! What?
Are you hurt?

I'm tired.

Wilson and I went out dancing
last night...

You're good.

Why don't you want anyone
at your job to know?

You should tell your friends

to come and cheer for you
on the day of the fight.

Don't even think about telling them!

Betty,

here's the penultimate mojito
of the afternoon.

Thank you!

Armando, that cruise ship is huge!

I love it!

-You've never been on a cruise?
-No.

Actually, I've hardly traveled.

If you saw how empty my passport was,
it'd make you sad.

I've always dreamed of traveling.

I'd like to go to Washington...

-Yes?
-Mexico City, Peru!

There's so much for us
to do together, Betty.

Are we going to go on a cruise too?

Yes, we can go on a cruise
of the Mediterranean Sea,

visit the Greek Isles, Italy.

I love the Greek Isles.
I know everything about their culture.

Their philosophers, their dramas,

-Dionysus--
-Hey, we're in Miami.

Why are you wearing shoes
at the beach?

Take those off.
Let's get in the water.

Watch out for my mojito!

Sorry.

Let's get in the water.

No!

You're such a phony!

You think you're all that,
but you're ashamed

to have the people you work
with know you're a fighter.

I'm not ashamed.
It's the secrecy code.

Really, girl?

No one cares about you at your job!

Wilson told me so.

What are you doing?
You can't pull my hair!

Why'd you piss me off?

-Sandra, let her go!
-Stop!

Don't take my mask off!
Are you crazy?

I told you to let her go!
Let her go!

She asked for it!

That's no reason to hurt each other,
and you know it!

I'll show you, Pantera.
This is only the beginning.

-Clawless kitten.
-Psycho.

Are you okay?

I am.

But your sister's a nutcase.

-Girl?
-What's up?

What are you doing here?
Are my boys okay?

-What happened?
-Of course they are.

-What?
-This is what I get for playing Cupid.

-What?
-I came to help your Romeo.

Charly asked me to watch the boys.

I'm going to be their nanny.
I came to pick them up.

They'll sleep over
my place tonight

while you and your hunk
scratch that itch you both have.

How about it?

Oh, I don't know.
I don't think so.

It'll be nice!
Spend the night with Charly.

You only have one life to live
and you and Charly should enjoy it.

-What?
-You think so?

I don't think so. I know so!

Don't stand up your hunk.

Undress him and wear him out.

Okay.

Damn right!

Scratch that itch!

What are you doing here?

I came to swim with you.

Don't bother. I'm done.

If you don't want to swim,
we can do something else.

Ricardo, what happened between us
won't happen again.

Leave!

Bye!

Wow, look!

Do you like Miami?

It's beautiful and very different
from what I'm used to.

Would you like to live here?

I don't know.
Well, only if it's with you.

Will you take my picture?

Yes.

-One, two, three.
-Get back.

Here?

-Armando!
-Betty, what's wrong?

Betty!

-Are you okay?
-I think so!

Armando, my glasses!

Shark!

Oh! No, no!

No! Armando!

Betty!

Oh! Armando!

You're so stubborn, Ricardo.
I told you to leave.

I will,

but why are you treating me like this?
What's wrong with you?

Nothing,
but there's something wrong with you.

Why won't you leave me alone?

Is that what you think?
That I'm obsessed with you?

Marcela, as far as I know,
you always initiate everything.

Look, Ricardo, I was drunk.

Never in my right mind
would I ever sleep with you.

You're Armando's best friend!

And he's your fiancé.
So drop the holier than thou act

'cause you're the one disrespecting him.

Oh, yeah?
You're an idiot!

Let go!

-Let go!
-No.

Let go.

Ricardo, let me go!

Let me go.

Your palate needs some refinement.
I'm worried about you and Beatriz.

You see her so much
you're starting to like her.

What is it about you, Betty?

I love you with all my heart,
Armando Mendoza.

I love you.

Yes! Come on!

I love this!

They changed the beat on us.

We can sit down if you want.

No, no. No way!

I'm not going to miss out
on a chance to hold you close.

No, that's why I'm here.

Come closer, Sofia.

-Charly.
-Yes?

Oh, my!

No, don't. Sorry.

Drunk on your love...

This is so much fun.

What?

Armando sneaking
into the toad's bedroom.

Marcela,

you're the most beautiful woman
I've ever been with.

Any man would gladly throw himself
at your feet.

You're perfect.

I can tell you've been with
a lot of... women in your time.

Especially models, right?

Why do you say that?

It's the way you speak, Ricardo.

You don't have to come up
with a fake love story

in order to boost my self-esteem.
It's unnecessary.

I know that.
I'm telling you how I feel.

You're unlike the others.

You know what?
You're right.

This time it was different.

This time I wasn't drunk.

Now I know for certain
that I'd never choose you.

Never.

Your ex sure is having fun
with her so-called friend.

But she's always crying
because you left her.

I bet they already had some fun.

-Shut up, Jenny!
-It's true!

Why are you two together?

Same reason you are.
We came to dance.

Tell him how long
you've been together.

They should tell you, lovebug.

So you think all women are like you,
you tramp? No, girlie. We're not.

Is this why you wanted
to leave the house?

-No, no.
-So you could do

whatever you wanted with this guy?

I'm sorry, but I left my house

because you forced me to share
a home with this sleazy tramp

and didn't care that
the boys were there too.

We shouldn't argue.
Let's go.

I'm not going anywhere!

You and I have every right
to enjoy this Friday night.

-Or not?
-What about your children?

Where are they on this Friday night,

-you bad mother?
-Efrain, enough!

The boys are being looked after
by Bertha.

Shut up!
Who asked you?

You were my best friend,
my brother, my bud, my partner,

my blood brother!

Look at what you've done, you traitor!

-How long have you been together?
-Yes,

tell him when you made him a cuckold.

Please don't call me that.
It's hurtful.

Right, but it's true, lovebug.
I can see the horns from here.

Enough!

It's so funny, isn't it?
Some snake you married.

I see that now.
But you know what?

-I won't let you raise my sons.
-What was that, you bastard?

-My sons are going to live with me.
-No!

Over my dead body!
Don't you dare!

I'll talk to the judge,
I'll prove you're a bad mother

and I'll get custody.

-Over my dead body!
-You'll see!

-You won't win!
-I don't care!

Lovebug!

Shut up...
or your horns will pop out.

And you have quite a few.

-See?
-Let's go!

No. No, this can't be.

Armando probably forgot
to bring toothpaste

and wants to get some
that's troll flavored.

No!

What if Beatriz switched rooms
with Fiorella...

and Beatriz is sleeping next to my room
and Fiorella is staying here?

Habemus gossip!

Hugo!

Don't do that!

You can't scare the divine Hugo
late at night! What the hell?

Haven't you heard of the girl
who levitates around here?

I'm sorry, but I was looking for you

because I just got an idea
for tomorrow.

I wanted to know what you think.

I think you're so smart and talented

that whatever you say is fine
by me, okay?

Thanks, but I really need you.

I trust you.
Whatever you decide is fine.

-No, come with me.
-No, I can't!

I have so many ideas.

Fine.

Tomorrow we could light from above...

-Armando.
-Betty.

I'm sorry I didn't knock
before coming in.

I thought you were already dressed.

I was working on it,
but there were so many colorful lotions

and I didn't know
which one to use.

I just... came to ask you out to dinner.

I'd like to talk to you.

Is everything okay?

Are they mad because
we were out until late?

No, I haven't seen anyone.
I just wanted to talk to you.

Okay.

I'll get dressed and I won't use
any colorful lotions.

-Don't.
-No?

You don't need lotions.

Your skin is very soft.

Oh, that's because
I hardly get any sunlight.

It preserves the skin.

It's one of the advantages of being ugly.

Betty, don't call yourself that.

Well, I'll go get dressed.

Betty, I don't know
what it is about you,

but I can't stop thinking about you.

Thank you.

You don't have to thank me.

It was wonderful for me too.

No, it's not just that.

You don't know how much
this means to me.

I worked for a long time to put
my self-esteem back together...

and now love has shown me...

such beauty and sincerity by your side.

I think that's what's doing me in.

My kisses? My braces?

That too.

Your naiveté, fragility, honesty,

vulnerability...

and there's also my desire
to protect you and make you happy.

Betty,

I don't know how far we'll go,

all I know is that I never want
to leave your side.

-Never.
-Neither do I.

-I love you.
-Me too.

I love you very much.

Set the table, fatso.

Fatso? Excuse you?

You're excused. Now hurry.
The tamales are ready.

Honey, are we going
to watch the fireworks?

Where's Betty?

She went to the grocery store
to get the food.

-No, you mean Fourth of July.
-No, that was yesterday.

Today, we're celebrating
your anniversary.

Congratulations!

Tonight you're in for a treat.

The pole dancing lessons have paid off,
sweetie.

I want to help my husband
with our expenses.

Betty's awake.

-Who?
-The eldest.

-The eldest?
-No,

that's middle Beatriz Aurora.

-Middle?
-No, that's little Beatriz Aurora.

The little one?
How many children do we have?

Three Beatrizes,
Armanda, Demetria...

and Roberta.

-She's so cute.
-Three?

-Can you help me?
-Yes.

I'm glad you two patched things up.

I know your parents shut you out
when you left Marcela to marry Betty.

But parents are always parents,

the Yankees will always be the Yankees,
and the Mets will always be the Mets.

Your parents are here.

My parents?

Hi!

What's up?

Like we agreed, Roberto.

What?

Son, forget you know us.
We were never here.

Let's go.

No, no!

No!