Ugly Betty (2006–2010): Season 1, Episode 14 - I'm Coming Out - full transcript

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[Wilhelmina] Previously on
Ugly Betty:

- Betty's busy. Can I take a message?
- Yes, tell her she can call me.

- I will.
- I wanted to give you this.

You just don't know
what this means to me.

If I didn't want to be a seamstress
my whole life, what would I have to do?

Drop this off at the nearest
police station. Anonymously.

I don't really think of
Alex as being gone.

- How did he...?
- Jumped out of a helicopter

to ski down Mount Juno.

Looks like that skiing accident
really paid off...

...Alex Meade.
- "Alexis," darling.



It's "Alexis" now.

[Speaking Spanish on TV]

- Morning, Betty.
- Hi, Dad.

- [electronic beeping]
- Betty Suarez.

I know. I named you.

Shh. No. It's Fashion Week. Daniel's
in charge of the Mode show, it's crazy.

No, he asked for black tablecloths.

- Napkins, oh...
- Silver. Black will make them pop.

Silver napkins. Thank you.

- What is Fashion Week?
- "What's Fashion Week?"

The most important
event in the industry.

When buyers get their
first look at the fall lines.

Am I going to have to explain
couture again?

- Please don't.
- Betty Suarez!



Eat your pancake on the train.
I'll pack your breakfast to go.

No, leave the seating chart to me,
I'm on my way!

[Hilda] Oh, sure.
She gets a job right away.

Yesterday she was a nun,
today she's wearing pasties.

You're gonna find
a job soon. You'll see.

Oh, hey, what about Mode?

They hiring any help
for this, um, fashion thing?

"Fashion Week!"
What is wrong with this family?

Hilda, I really want to help out,
but we're just... we're filled up.

- [Ignacio] Here.
- Thank you.

Isn't there anything for your sister?

We can't work together. You remember
the Lemon Ice King disaster?

- She doesn't listen to me!
- That was a long time ago.

- It wasn't her fault.
- She refused to wear a hairnet,

that man choked on her bobby pin
and I was the one who got fired!

Look, I love her,
but it's not a good fit. Betty Suarez.

Thank you for calling back.
It's Victoria Beckham.

You're talking to Posh?

No, but I'm talking to
the people who talk to her.

Betty rules.

- Daniel, I want to talk to you.
- Great, another scotch lecture.

I've been thinking about your brother.

So this where you tell me
what a disappointment I've been, right?

How I'll never fill Alex's shoes?

Alex died two years ago.
This is about you.

You've really proven yourself
these past few months.

One day, Meade Publications
is going to be in your hands.

Right, Dad. Whatever you say.

I mean it.

Tomorrow, after the show, I plan on
announcing my intentions to the press.

Thank you.

I'm proud of you, son.

Hi, sailor.

[Exclaiming]

Booking a cruise? You can't afford to
cruise the bathroom on the 17th floor.

- I have some money coming in.
- From where?

None of your business. Is there someone
with a cold sore you could make fun of?

Oh, come on. Spill. It's me!

We share lip gloss.

You know every year the "it" item
comes out of Fashion Week?

Hello, wide belt, 2006.

And you know how every year Eternal 18
has an exact knock-off of "it,"

mere days later?

Who do you think tips
them off for a big old bag of cash?

What? You've been selling your integrity
to some tacky mall store?

Genius! Count me in!

Forget it, Clyde.
Find your own criminal activity.

Crazy in roadkill, 2:00.

[Fabia] Ahh!

- Buon giorno, peon!
- Oh, no, Fabia, you cannot just go...

Ah.

I love your assistant.

I have the same one in beige.

Fabia. I didn't know
you were in the building.

I can usually smell you from the lobby.

Well, you know, seeing that Fabia
donated $20,000 in cosmetics

for the fashion show gift bag...

[kissing]

I figure you take Fabia to lunch, no?

Oh, darling, I would love to,
but I can't, I'm swamped.

Not to mention,
I'm getting a promotion.

It's still a hush-hush, but you are
looking at the soon-to-be crowned

Editor-in-Chief of Mode.

- [Snickering]
- [Screaming]

That dress!

- Is it Eduardo?
- Yes.

I'm wearing it to the show tomorrow.

I went to Eduardo's studio,
and he promised this dress to me!

I even make for my Picchu
a matching ensemble!

Well, call Eduardo
and see if he has another one.

Don't be stupid!
What are we, the freaking Olsen twins?

Fine. Have it your way.

Perhaps it will look better in a plus
size anyway. Come on, baby, we go!

Oh, Fabia, silly,
little delusional Fabia.

I'm sure you and your little bitch
will look fabulous in anything.

Look at that face, it is flawless.

My God, it is flawless.
Who did your eyes? Shapiro?

Fabia's had no work done.

Please.

There's enough leftover skin from
your surgeries to make a bed for my cat.

For your information, this no surgery.

This duck sauce.

- Excuse me?
- The sauce from a man duck...

...that makes the baby duck.

I had a doctor,
a Dr. Wong on Spring Street,

he give me the injection
into my face and poof, ten years gone.

- And you could look 65 again.
- As lovely as that sounds,

I'm a few years away from having
a duck quack off in my face.

Whatever you say...

...Wrinkle-mina.

Ciao.

See you later!
We go to mangia now.

Come on, baby.

Marc!

Dr. Wong, Spring Street, I'm on it!

- Um, I think I ordered a smaller size.
- For who?

You could wash it...

...like a few thousand times.

Henry... hi.

- How've you been?
- Oh, good. Busy.

I hear you're working on the Mode show.

They must've liked how you
pulled off the Christmas party.

Listen, I wanted to
talk to you about that.

- [Hilda] Betty!
- Oh, my God!

- Hi!
- Hilda, what are you doing here?

I am recovering.

Oprah told me that I need to
take control of my life,

and then Dr. Phil told me that
I need to take on a challenge,

and then Rachael Ray made a pie.
Anyway, the point is, I am back,

and I need ten copies of my resume.

Oh, hello, I'm Hilda.
I'm Betty's sister.

- Henry. I think we spoke on the phone.
- When?

Oh... So nice to meet you!

- What? When did you talk...?
- Where's the Xerox machine?

This is my job, you can't
walk in when you feel like it.

- Is that your boss?
- The Xerox machine's over there.

Daniel! How was your meeting
with your father?

- Better than I thought.
- He didn't give you the "Alex speech?"

No, he's finally seeing me as
an adult who can take responsibility...

Brodeo!

- Security!
- No, no, no, Betty, Betty...

...this is my friend
I told you about, Becks.

Oh! I'm so sorry.
The photojournalist. I'm Betty.

We spoke on the phone
when you were in Africa.

I heard all that growling
in the background.

Yeah, she and I broke up.
[Chuckling]

Listen, Betty, if Daniel ever gives you
a hard time, you let me know.

I'll take him out back,
teach him some manners. Mm-hmm.

OK.

[Electronic beeping]

Betty Suarez!

[Chuckling]
OK. Joke's over.

Where's your real assistant?

- Come on, Betty's a great girl.
- Maybe after a half dozen shots.

- All right, all right.
- Look what I brought you from Africa.

- What is it?
- An oshe Shango.

- So, seriously, how was Africa?
- Oh, totally mind-blowing.

Bullets flying, rebel attacks,
human suffering.

Not a hottie to be found.

They're thin, but it's that
sick thin, not hot thin.

Culturally sensitive, as always.
So what brings you back?

It's Fashion Week! The booty-lympics!

Yeah, I know,
I can't do that this year.

I'm the Editor-in-Chief, now.

Do you have to talk like that
when you say "Editor-in-Chief?"

- I do.
- Come on, this is our thing.

I didn't travel halfway around the world
for you to turn into your father.

Good thing is he is
treating me differently now.

He's about to give me
keys to the kingdom.

You didn't get tight-ass when
he gave you the keys to his Bentley,

and we totaled that.

- Yeah.
- I get it.

You're just afraid I'm gonna bag
the hottest girl again.

Becks... this week
isn't about that anymore.

I have to keep my eyes on the clothes,
not the models wearing them.

Wow.

Do you pee sitting down now, too?

[Both laughing]

OK, thank you very much.

I thought you said ten copies.

Well, I must've hit
the zero button by accident... twice.

- Ooh, pencils.
- No. No.

Betty, get us a take-out menu
for the Japanese place downstairs?

- Hey, Hilda. How are you?
- Oh, just making copies of my resume.

- I need a job.
- Really?

We could use some
more help for Fashion Week.

Hook her up. I'll see you.

Oh, my God!

We're gonna be working together!
Hook me up?

Well, it wouldn't be so much "together."
I'd be your boss.

[Laughing]

Yeah, right.

You know, I don't think
that this is a good idea.

What, are you kidding?
It's gonna be great!

Lemon Ice Sisters, reunited!

I can't wait. Do you know what I'm gonna
wear? It's gonna be so much fun!

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No, don't raise your arms, you twit!

It's not pinned yet!

So I'm kind of having a rough day.

It's not draping.
My first show, and it's not draping.

- Right.
- It started out pretty decent.

Cut to the chase, please?
You have 30 seconds. Go!

Daniel hired Hilda for Fashion Week.

She won't listen.
She's gonna take over like always.

- Twenty seconds. Stop overreacting.
- You've never had an older sister.

- Fifteen seconds.
- 1991, I win the science fair,

she wins Miss Junior Teen Queens.
Who got a cake?

1994, I come home with straight A's,

Hilda comes home pregnant.
She gets a cake.

- What, so this is about cake?
- It's about how she steals my thunder!

Here, at Mode, I'm Betty.

Everywhere else, I'm "Hilda's sister."

Betty, you were at Mode first. Here,
she's going to be "Betty's sister."

Hmm. That isn't so bad.

Oh, bollocks. These designs are awful.

No, they're not. Thank you.

They're going to steal the show,
stop stressing.

Betty, everything I have ever wanted
since I was 15 years old

hinges on a six minute runway show.

Christina, you are amazing.

You have to say that, you're my friend.

Wilhelmina isn't, she would have never
picked you if you didn't have talent.

Yeah, well, Wilhelmina
picked me because...

Well, we'll find out
soon enough, won't we?

You need to fill this out
and send it back.

Wait. I filled this out last week.

You did? Oh. I guess you did.

- You need to fill out this one.
- And this one, too?

- You didn't turn them in?
- I'm sorry. I'm a little distracted.

My, um... it's not important.

Well, are you sure that these'll be
ready in time for my... court date?

Of course. I'm a professional.

[Sobbing]

Do you want to... talk about anything?

No, I'm fine.

He dumped me.

- Who?
- My boyfriend, Toussaint.

He's a dog. I mean, who dumps somebody
this close to Valentine's Day?

And I already bought him
some chocolates.

[Sobbing intensifies]

Here.

Constance, you're a terrific woman.

You'll find someone else
to give your chocolates to.

Oh, Ignacio... you're so sweet.

Why can't all men be like you?

Ignacio...

Can you believe it's finally here?

Everything we've worked for.

By this time tomorrow, Daniel and
Bradford will be as out as Ugg boots.

I can't wait.

I think I'm gonna get there
a little early tomorrow.

What? That's not what we planned.

I want to mingle. Besides,
I never got to go to my own funeral.

I want to know what the world
really thought of Alex Meade.

- Especially my brother.
- It's risky.

- It's worth it... Where are you?
- [duck quacking]

Teeth cleaning.
I will see you tomorrow.

Bring on the duck, Dr. Wong.

Hilda! Come on, we're gonna be late!

Hilda!

- What did you do?
- You like?

- It was kind of boring.
- It was kind of our uniform.

It still says "Mode." Or "ode."

Whatever.

You work the fashion show, not be in it.

Your only job is hanging
and steaming clothes.

Yeah. They're gonna
pay me in cash, right?

- I don't know.
- Have you seen my keys?

[Doorbell rings]

- Wait!
- Looking for these?

OK, here's how this
is going to work, ladies.

- You two are taking me to Fashion Week.
- Justin...

No argument! I've been
waiting for this my whole life.

I did my homework, called in sick
to school, you have to sign this slip.

- If you think for a second I...
- I swear, Mom, I will run away.

I know a kid in the sixth grade
that sells crack.

OK, all right.
Why don't we just bring Dad, too?

[Alarm ringing]

[Sighing]

[Screaming]

[Male reporter] We are reporting live
from Bryant Park,

the kick off of Fashion Week.

In the red tent,
the Calvin Klein collection,

and in the white tent,
Mode's "Ten Designers to Watch."

Karl Lagerfeld. We love you.

A ponytail at seventy? Brave.

I did catch a glimpse of Zac Posen's
line and the construction was excellent.

- See that redhead with the pair of...
- Would you excuse us?

We talked about this. I'm going to
see you after Fashion Week. Right?

Fine. Less competition.
More meow for me.

Go. Enjoy yourself.
Ask the Russian models for ID this time.

Oh, come on, give me an hour.

You know you want to. Our usual bet?

Whoever scores with
the hottest girl here wins...

...one dollar.

Becks, I'm not that guy anymore.
I told you.

[Camera shutters clicking]

[David Bowie: Fame]

You're on.

[Techno music playing]

Oh, my God.

I think I'm going to pass out.

Heidi Klum and Seal! And baby Seal!

- OK, but no autographs.
- OK.

Oh, my God! J. Lo!

Hilda! You're supposed to be
in the wardrobe tent.

- Give me the camera!
- Give it back!

- I'm your supervisor.
- I will sit on you.

We're not home.
Try and act like an adult.

Now go find something to steam. Go on.

- And you...
- I know, I know!

Twenty feet from
Naomi Campbell at all times.

For your own good.

Look at me! I am a monster!

How bad is it? Honest?

Not that bad at all!

A little cover up and some
hemorrhoid cream for the swelling,

and you're good to go!

It's getting worse by the minute!
I can't see a thing!

It's a blessing, Willie! Think about it.

Fashion Week. All those people
you don't want to see.

But they have to see me.

And you will be by my side at all times.

You will be my seeing-eye gay.

Now show me where the bathroom is.

This way, this way. No, no, no...

[exhaling]

- What?
- [Marc] Crisis.

You're in on the Eternal 18 deal.
You need to help me find the "lt" item.

Really? 50-50?

- 40-60.
- 45-55.

Don't push it, bitch.

She just seems
so distant lately, you know?

She's always busy with work stuff.

It's Fashion Week, when the buyers get
their first looks at the fall couture.

I think there's a Knicks game on.

[Doorbell ringing]

Constance? Did we have an appointment?

Oh, this isn't business.

You were so sweet the other night,
getting my mind off Toussaint.

By the way...

...here's his chocolates.

- There's three left.
- I don't like nuts.

But... I thought I'd make you
a little gumbo as a thank you.

And for dessert?
Failure to Launch.

But... I've already eaten.

Oh, you think you have,
but you haven't tasted my gumbo.

How you doing, cutie?

- [Man] Cheers.
- [Woman] Cheers.

Could you excuse me for a second?

- How're you doing?
- Pretty good.

- You got a quarter I can borrow?
- Why?

I told my mother I'd call her
when I fell in love.

You've got to be kidding me.

That line is as old as payphones, buddy.

I think you dropped
your game over there.

Hi. I'm Daniel Meade.

Have we met before?

If you don't want her
cooking you lunch, tell her.

She's my immigration case worker.

Piss her off, I end up
on the other side of that fence.

- Nacho!
- Nacho?

It's her little pet name.
I think she wants to eat me.

Where do you keep
your pepper, sugar?

Because we need something spicy.
Oh wait, here I am!

[Hearty laughter]
Ooh, hoo!

Maybe you need to remind her she works
for the government. She'd lose her job.

And where should I make
that phone call from? Guadalajara?

Her boyfriend dumped her
and now she wants me!

Then there's only one thing you can do.

You gotta get her back
with the boyfriend.

Oh, my God.

Fabia, 2:00.

You're on Tokyo time. This way.

Ciao, bella!

Oh, you were right.
You look so much better in that dress.

Especially with those sunglasses.

Oh? Oh!

Did someone pay a little
visit to my Dr. Wong?

[Cackling laughter]

I'll get you, Fabia,
and your little dog, too!

- Marc. Marc!
- Hi, hi, this way...

Trust me, Kleenex starts getting
clumpy if you start to sweat.

But if I find some cutlets
to stuff in there, I'll get you.

Thanks, Hilda.

- Sure.
- Excuse us. Hilda...

Models don't like it
when you talk to them.

But she doesn't have any boobs.

I'm giving her tips so she
doesn't look like a 12 year-old boy.

- [Betty] I'm warning you.
- She crack me up.

Hey, Hilda, we're having a party
at G-Spa after the show.

- I'll put you on the list.
- Oh, cool.

Can I bring my sister?

Um...

Yeah, sure.

You're welcome.

[Marc] I have a spring roll.
Come to me, come to me.

To the left, to the right...

This is ridiculous.
It's been a couple of hours.

The swelling must've gone down.
I'm taking off these damn glasses.

- [Gasping] No, no, no, no!
- Find me a veil.

[Cell phone ringing]

Uma! It's Uma.

Yo.

I am at the Betsey Johnson show
in the purple tent, and I've found it.

The faux rabbit fur micro-mini.
The "lt" item for 2007!

Are you sure?
Yes! Everyone is going crazy.

Mischa Barton knocked over
Kate Bosworth.

- Oh, like that's so hard.
- Get over here. We have to steal it!

Wilhelmina's talking to a mannequin.
Be right there.

What are you doing?

You tell me I can't steam clothes,
you criticize how I hang a dress,

and now I can't even put out gift bags?

They just weren't all facing
the same angle.

- Honey, you are a freak.
- Please go get the rest of the bags.

OK, Betty, but I don't know,
I hope I don't get lost.

Betty, you've got to get over to the
Sean John show in the green tent.

Look what I learned,
popping and locking.

Thank you. That's the first time
I've laughed all day.

Oh, I have something for you.

I thought this might be more flattering
than the one you got stuck with.

Not that you don't always look good.

Thanks.

Oh, look at this: IPods, cell phone...

I hope they're declaring those
on their taxes. [snickering]

- Too nerdy?
- Yeah.

Popping and locking.

So... can I ask you something?

Why didn't you call me back
after the Christmas party?

Huh?

I left a message to see if
you wanted to watch Rudolph.

- What? You left me a message? Where?
- At your house.

- Hilda never told you?
- No! She didn't.

- Excuse me.
- Where are you going?

To become an only child.

- Hey, Wilhelmina, love the hat!
- Oh, thank you.

Do we know this person?

Kayla Brooks, fashion correspondent
for New York One.

She's in midnight-blue Chanel,
pewter buttons, navy stockings.

- Mistake?
- Colossal. She looks like a mailbox.

You're good, Jason.

It's "Justin," but you can call me
whatever you want. I love you.

What am I supposed to do?
Club her and strip her?

Take her into a port-a-potty
and seduce her out of it.

Have we met? OK. I'll club her.

For God's sake, Dorothy, do you want
to go to Man-tasy Island or not?

Be a man!

Well, it was my first time
drinking mescal.

- I didn't know it was a worm.
- Excuse me.

Hilda! Did you take a message from...

What're you doing?

- How do I do that hair flip?
- In a second, Kay.

I'm helping out.
Christina asked me to.

- But this is not your job.
- Hilda, I need your help.

Eat a carrot stick, I'm talking here.

They were short-handed and they needed
somebody with a background in big hair,

so, come on,
who knows better than me?

Betty, I'm really liking it here!

Maybe I could turn this
into a full-time thing.

No! No, you shouldn't even be here.

- Give me this, I'll do it.
- Yeah, you?

You can't even do your own hair.

This is not our bathroom.
Don't talk to me like that.

You are giving her a wind tunnel!

[Both gasping]

Sorry.

OK. All right. Enough.

The Hilda Show is over!

- Go home.
- What?

You're fired!

Am I done?

So what brings you to Fashion Week?
Are you in the industry?

Not yet. But I'm hoping
to make a big splash.

Sorry to interrupt, here's the coffee
I promised, so many fires to be put out.

- Are you OK?
- Yeah. You have a lot to worry about.

I'm fine.

Will you excuse me a minute?
Hey, Betty! What's going on?

Nothing. It's over now. Don't worry.

I have to go check on
Christina and the gift bags.

I dumped a lot on your lap this week,
but you're doing a great job.

No. Daniel, I am out of my league here.

Listen, when I started this job,

who was the secretary from Queens
who saved the Fabia account?

- Me.
- And who took all the credit?

- You.
- When you get praised for the show,

- who's gonna get the credit?
- You.

No, you! I'm gonna make sure of it.

You just...
You really gotta try and enjoy this.

This is incredible.

I have to go. Find something to do!

Come on, we are on a deadline!

Sorry. My assistant's
been having a rough day.

You are not the Daniel Meade
I'd thought you'd be.

Really? Who are you
getting your information from?

Daniel, I have a little
confession to make.

- OK.
- Your brother...

Yeah?

I used to date him.

You... OK...
You can do this.

She is a model.
Shiny things confuse her.

OK, now, just flirt with her,
maybe even kiss her,

and that bunny skirt
will hop right off her.

OK, OK!

But if this is anything like my prom
night, you're paying for the therapy.

Wait! Come back.

Go! Go, go!

The brother Alex
talked about wouldn't care

what kind of day
his assistant was having.

Yeah, well, things change, right?
People change.

- Yes, they do, Danny.
- Thank you for coming.

- Thank you. Good luck with the show.
- Thank you.

It's actually Daniel.

My brother's the only one
who called me Danny.

Do you miss him?

We had a complicated relationship.

Competitive. I mean,
you know how he was.

To be honest, it might sound
a little weird, but...

...it's kind of a relief to finally
be out from under his shadow.

Oh, I think you're still
standing in it, Danny.

- I've got a little secret for you.
- Oh, yeah? What's that?

What?

- What are you talking about?
- Look into my eyes.

The only thing they couldn't change.

Is this some kind of sick joke?

- Did Becks put you up to this?
- Remember Tia Petroni?

The weekend in Vegas
I got a little... crazy?

Ready for the show, Danny?

[Emcee] Ladies and gentlemen,
please take your seats.

Where is Daniel? Unbelievable.

He should be here.
He knows how important this is.

I just saw him, he must've... Uh...

I'll find him.

You're crazy. How could you do this?

I mean, I can't even look at you!

Don't look at me.
I need you to know why I did this.

- Since I was five...
- Don't.

Since I was five, I felt like I was
dropped in the wrong skin.

- This is about correcting a mistake.
- Oh, is that all it is? Really?

That's the fast version.

I wanted to talk to you
before I went through with it.

- I didn't have an opportunity.
- Just stop. I can't breathe.

You have no idea what you put the family
through! We thought you were dead, Alex!

Mom had to bury her son!
She's never recovered.

- And our father, he's...
- What? Moved on?

I've noticed.

Nobody's moved on, Alex.

We think about you every single day.

It's Alexis.

And, by the way,

hitting on your dead brother's
old girlfriend? Classy.

Yeah, yeah, I'm just coming off
a pretty bad break-up myself,

so if you're looking
for a little uh-uh-uh...

...rebound action...

- I'm looking for my shoes.
- Black platform peep-toes?

Fabulous!

Oh, I see now.

They're hiding the good stuff back here.

No, no, no.

You don't want this slut.

There's a much bigger slut in there,

and I want her skirt,
could you just go get it for me?

[Breathing heavily]

The horror...

All right...

- Thank you so much.
- Have a good show.

Thank you.

- Oh! I'm sorry!
- Excuse me.

[Gasping]

Oh, my God! Katharine McPhee!

Hi, I'm Betty Suarez,
Daniel Meade's assistant.

A huge Idol fan, by the way, huge.

Totally had the McFever!

Have you seen Daniel, by the way?

No, I haven't, but, I'm sorry,
did you say "Suarez"?

Are you Hilda's sister?

She's awesome, you know,
actually, I signed a CD for her.

Can you give that to her? Thanks.

Here. Get McFever.

- [Door closing]
- [Footsteps approaching]

Well, enjoy the show. Some of us are
watching from the unemployment line.

- What?
- My freakin' sister just fired me!

Mine just came back from the dead.

And he's hot.

- What are you talking about?
- Just... I'm having a bad day.

Yeah, well, I've had a bad month.

Give me that.

Hey. I've been honking!
You called for a cab?

Actually, I called for you.

- Are you, uh, Toussaint Duvallier?
- Yeah, who are you?

That's not important.
It's about Constance.

Is she here? Do I smell gumbo?

- No! No!
- Hey, relax! She's not here.

I just wanna talk to you.

Look, Toussaint...
you hurt her really bad.

And she's such a special person.

Are you sure you want
to give up that much loving?

- What is it to you?
- Well, I...

Oh!

- She's your case worker.
- How'd you know?

How do you think
me and her hooked up?

This is how she operates. First she
starts showing up three times a day.

- Yeah!
- Then she starts moving her chair

closer and closer.

Before you know it, crying about
the last guy who dumped her.

Exactly. How does she
get away with this?

She is the one stamping
"denied" or "approved."

- I can't play this game.
- You want your green card?

You don't have a choice, man.

Ride that squishy train
until you reach your destination.

No, don't just lick it, eat it!

That's it, it's just chewing,
and then a swallow.

- Here we go, have another one.
- Christina, I need to speak with you.

Oh, thank you, Jason.
Now go play with the belts.

- OK!
- I can't do this.

I should just go back to Scotland
and knit tea cozies.

Oh, cool it, Bagpipes. I chose you
because of your fresh new talent.

You picked me because
I did you a shady favor.

That doesn't mean you haven't
worked hard or paid your dues.

I have one little change in the line-up.

I'm replacing your final model.

- You can't just spring this on me now!
- I just did.

- OK, terrific...
- Models on in five.

Have you seen Daniel?

Where is he?

Daniel! Hilda!

Hilda, what the hell are you doing?

- Betty...
- Your father's looking for you.

- The show's starting.
- Look, I know this seems...

I didn't mean to...

I'm gonna go inside.

I thought I told you to go home.

Hey, I don't take orders from you
anymore. I was fired, remember?

Like you ever listen
to my orders to begin with!

Is this your way of getting back at me?

- Hurts, huh?
- Hilda, Mode is mine.

- You can't have this, too.
- What?

Do you have any idea
how hard it has been for me

to get these people
to remember my name?

You walk in and in two minutes,
you're everybody's best friend!

My entire life,
no one has paid attention to me

- when you're in the room.
- Please.

You want to know the truth?

I loved watching you sit on a couch,
eating cookie dough.

Because for the first time,
I was the center of attention!

By the way, that was my cookie dough!

Well, I am glad to see
you're in my corner.

Hilda, don't turn this around
and make it about you!

Do you know how hard it is
for me, Betty?

First impressions, that's all I got.

So if I don't flirt with the boys
and joke with the girls,

they'll realize there's not much behind
the tight jeans and the low-cut top.

[Sputtering]
That is such crap!

Well, it was worth a shot.
You had some good stuff.

And look, Betty, give me a break.

Today a few models laughed at my jokes.

You're the one with
the great job, the great boss,

some cute guy who is
totally into you, by the way.

In the big race, you're way ahead.

Well, there's plenty of things
that you're good at, too.

Before we set that girl's hair on fire,
it was looking pretty good.

- You think?
- Well, maybe you could...

...get a real job
doing hair or something.

Well, I do work this every morning.

So...

Hilda...

- Why didn't you tell me Henry called?
- I was trying to protect you.

I thought he was some
big city guy who might hurt you.

I'm sorry. I should've known you...

...can take care of yourself.

[Mainline: Shake]

This is amazing.

[Loud applause]

And that was our final designer,
Christina McKinney.

[Applause]

And now, for the man
who's responsible for all of this,

Mr. Bradford Meade.

Thank you.

Thank you. First I'd like to talk
about the future of Meade Publications.

- There have been...
- May I?

I know this is Mr. Meade's time,

but I have an announcement to make about
the future of this company as well.

Two years ago, the Meade family
lost their eldest son, Alex.

- What are you doing?
- What Mr. Meade doesn't know

is that while he may have lost a son,
he gained a daughter.

[Audience gasping]

- [Excited chattering]
- [Woman] This is scandalous!

Hi, Daddy. I'm back.

- Alex?
- You can call me "Alexis."

Mr. Meade? You're under arrest
for the murder of Fey Sommers.

Put your hands behind your back.

Hands behind your back.
You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can be
used against you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

That envelope you had me
take to the police station...

You used me!

Used you? I made you a star!

[Man] This way, Alexis!

That's Alex?

Yeah.

Is it fun having a sister?

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