Ugly Betty (2006–2010): Season 1, Episode 3 - Queens for a Day - full transcript

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Previously on Ugly Betty...

Killer poncho.

Thanks!

- I'm Betty Suarez.
- Hi, Betty.

I'm your new assistant.

I got the job because Bradford
Meade didn't want his son

to be tempted to sleep
with his assistant.

Nepotistic son of a bitch
gives my job to his...

His son.

So the question is,
how do we get to Bradford?

We use Daniel.



Who is this?

He's a man of many,
many secrets, Daniel.

Dig a little deeper,

and you may find he's capable
of practically anything.

Excuse me, sir.

You know,
I think I was here before them.

This is a party for my boss.

Daniel Meade--
I'm his assistant.

No, I am, I am. Here, look,
I have--I have my xerox card.

It's here somewhere.
I know I have it.

They don't just give
these to anybody.

Oh, see, she knows me. Amanda!

- Right this way.
- Amanda!

Sweetheart, why don't you
come back on monday night?



That's when we let anybody in.

Oh! Here, look, I found it.
My--my xerox card.

I'm standing outside Vamp,
Manhattan's hot spot de jour,

and it's nothing but trendy and fendi
here for Daniel Meade's cover party,

as we celebrate his first issue
of "Mode" hitting the stands.

More than a few eyebrows
were raised on the catwalk

when Meade was chosen to
replace the late Fey Sommers

over seasoned creative
director Wilhelmina Slater.

Miss Slater, this way!
Wilhelmina, hi! You're gorgeous!

What'd I miss?

"The Times," "Page Six," "The News"--
they've been all over Daniel.

Heidi Klum is a no-show,
Isaac's in the back getting sloppy,

oh, and... wait till you see
Veronica Jensen's face-lift.

Lawsuit!

Look at them, falling all over
themselves trying to get a quote.

As if he actually knew
anything about fashion.

The man went to Vera Wang's spring line,
gave her a high-five.

# But I can't seem to #
# get you over here #

# To help take this off, #
# baby can't you see #

# How these clothes
are fitting on me? #

# Dance! #
# Dance dance revolution #

# Keep ya body movin' #

# Now first things first... #

Hi.

Walter, what are
you doing here?

Okay, my turn.

Betty, check it out.

Actually, I think, uh,

I'm the one that should be
asking the questions here.

Like, what were you doing out at
some club with your boss till...

9:45?

Well, it was a party
for his first issue.

And why am I explaining
this to you, Walter?

We're not even dating anymore.

Yeah, and whose fault is that?

Well, you're the one
who dumped me for Gina.

For just two days,

and it takes longer than
that to digest corn.

As beautiful an apology as that is,
Walter, I think we're over.

Come on.

Betty, look what I brought you.

This game's been on
back-order for two months.

Couldn't even use my discount.
Full price.

So I'm supposed to
forgive you because

you couldn't use your
employee discount?

Walter, go home.

I would,
but we're in the middle of a game here.

Yes!

Okay...

now I'm gonna go home.

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July issue. Black lace push-up bra,
red mesh thong.

See, I never forget a face.

Careful, Daniel,
I think she's only 12.

Hi, dad.

I see that you've
been mingling.

Are you talking to anyone
who actually matters?

I've done 40
interviews already.

Look's like my first
issue's a home run, huh?

Yeah, you pulled it off.

Christy Benson from "New
York Minute" seems to think

I did a little more
than pull it off.

You're the editor
of "Mode," Daniel.

"Mode" sells "Mode."

Mr. Meade,
can we get a 2-shot with Daniel?

A couple more, sir?
This way. Thank you.

Well, if that wasn't
a cover shot--

media mogul Bradford Meade and his son,
the shining star.

The issue's a big hit, Daniel,

and your brother really
would've been proud.

Well, I'm not so
sure about that.

What did I do, anyway?

"Mode" sells
"Mode." Right, dad?

You remember the yacht?

Your dad throws this
party to introduce Alex

to the entire fashion community

as the new editor of "Hudson."

He walks in with a black
pinstripe Armani jacket,

white tuxedo front shirt

and polka-dot boxers.

That picture ended up in almost
every newspaper in the country.

Circulation went up 38%.

That is an editor.

Well, you should've
told me that, dad.

I would've gladly
dropped my pants for you.

Oh, sorry.

Maybe it was insensitive of
me to mention him tonight?

This is Daniel's party,
but, uh, Alex is such a...

tough act to follow.

So was the club amazing?

They say people wait in line for,
like, three hours just to get inside.

Some even more.

You're home early.

I checked your homework.

Was there any famous
people there?

Did you bring me a matchbook?

Justin, I forgot.

Well, what about the bathroom doors? Do
they really fog over when you push a button?

Justin, I...
didn't have to use the bathroom.

Okay, Justin,
go get ready for bed.

And by the way,
I read your boss' first issue.

A little bulky, but good balance of
style, accessories and puff pieces.

You didn't get in, did you?

I have to go e-mail Daniel
his itinerary for tomorrow.

S?entate.

Why do you do this
to yourself, hmm?

I keep telling you,
those places aren't for people like us.

Hilda, please, just... don't.

Okay.

Okay, look, if this is so
important to you, let me help you.

- How?
- How?!

I am the top-selling Herbalux
sale associate in my district,

and all because I know
how to sell myself--

the hair, the face,
the clothes.

You gotta look it to be it.
That's the Herbalux way.

Thanks, but I don't think so.

Betty, mama...

you wanna fit in
with these people?

I got news for you--

they're not gonna change.

Mnh-mnh. You have to.

I'm gonna get chocolate sauce.

Hey.

Good morning to you, too.

You know what the doctor said.

You already threw
away my cigars.

- One lousy cup of coffee--
- Oh, I'm sorry.

Have you been going to medical
school on your lunch hour?

Dad, you have to take this more
seriously. This is your heart.

- Have you taken your pill?
- I only have a few left.

- I'm trying to make 'em last.
- Dad, take it.

We'll get a refill.

All right, I'm taking it,
I'm taking it.

You know, I actually think I'm making
some headway on this H.M.O. thing.

I finally got a real person
on the phone yesterday

instead of some
stupid recording.

I had to wash it
down with something.

You didn't stay
long last night.

No, sorry.

I had to wake up early for
the conference call to Milan,

and then go over
the kiera shoot proofs, and then

approve the models
for the Paris spread.

It's 9:15.

Well, someone's got to hold this
magazine together, Bradford.

I mean, Daniel is trying,

but, uh,
some people are just naturals.

Don't worry.

I've got his back.

Excuse me. I'm sorry.

Well, don't you look... sweaty?

I've been in the archives.
Daniel wanted all these back issues.

Mm-hmm. Well, we missed you
at the party last night.

What happened,
sale at the 99 cents store?

No, I... I couldn't get in.

Are you serious?
Oh, you poor thing.

Those jerks at the door...

all they seem to care
about is appearance.

Look, it's all about appearance.
That's all Alex did to "Hudson."

He changed the font, the layout,
hired some trendy photographers,

and my father thinks
he's some kind of hero.

I can do these same
things to "Mode."

But, Daniel,
your first issue was a big success.

My nephew loved it.

It wasn't my issue,
and you know it.

I mean, Wilhelmina chose every designer,
every article.

I just signed my initials
to lots of memos. I...

That's gonna change.

Set up a staff
meeting for monday--

all department heads,

and work around my
father's schedule.

I want him there, too.

Two words-- fa boo.

It's for that breast
cancer thing at the plaza.

And who's the lucky "plus one"?

The senator's in town.

I thought breast
cancer was pink.

It is, but alzheimer's went
better with the outfit.

What? I'm supporting.
That's what counts.

Zip me.

What do you want, anyhow?

Conference room,

and it's good.

So here are all the models
that Alex worked with,

and I found that font
style that he used.

Um, also, I brought all of
these photographers' books.

This one right here--this is
my favorite. He's amazing.

He's shot everyone from, like,
Madonna to the Dalai Lama.

Yeah, this is
Vincent Bianchi...

and he'll never work for us.

Well, why not?

When he worked with Alex,
they got in this huge blowup.

He thought Alex was a fraud.

Alex thought he was some
temperamental artiste.

He vowed never to work for
Meade Publications again.

But, Daniel, you're not Alex.

Look, if my brother the
wunderkind couldn't make it work,

I seriously doubt
I'd be able to...

Look, let's just, uh,
see who else is here, huh?

Tweedledee and Tweedledumpy have
been in there for two hours

going over back
issues of "Hudson."

Now... he's trying to actually
rip off his own dead brother.

Oh, my god, it couldn't be any
easier if I gave him the gun,

and he aimed it at his foot.

The police released Fey Sommers' car
to a scrape metal yard a week ago.

How come it's taking you so
long to find out where it is?

Location info is private,

and there's over 142 salvage
yards in the Tristate area alone.

Why don't you just go back to your
big building and make magazines,

and let me do what I do?

Well, you better do
what you do quickly.

The grease monkeys in these garages
can't spell their own names,

but it won't take much
for them to figure out

the steering was tampered with.

And I don't care how good
you think your work is.

What are we drinking to?

To a father who
realizes his child

will never compare
to the one he lost

and to a son who knows
he'll never measure up,

no matter how hard he tries.

It's practically shakespearean.

As long as there's this wedge
between the two of them,

their relationship is doomed.

Daniel's time at the magazine--
and ultimately, the company--

will be limited.

Well, perhaps it's time I drive
that wedge a little deeper.

What would Daniel think
if he were tipped off

as to what his dear old
father were capable of?

Hey, what if we shrink
the magazine down

so women can fit it in
their purses easier?

See, now Alex
would've made that.

He should be the one here doing this,
not me.

At least my father
would be happier.

If your father didn't think
you could do this job,

then why would he
give it to you?

00:13:25,056 --> 00:13:29,453
Is this...
kung pao chicken or--or orange beef?

Well, after five hours, Daniel,
I-I don't really think it matters.

You know what next saturday is?

The Harvard/Yale game. Biggest
college football game of the year.

You want me to try
and get you tickets?

You know,
every year since we were kids,

my father would take Alex to that game.
It was their--their thing.

He never once invited me.

You know,
I actually thought after Alex died,

he was gonna ask
me to go, but...

It's okay. I'm used to it.

Every parent has
a favorite, right?

Well, you know, my dad doesn't.

Sure, he does.
I mean, they all do.

Sometimes it's, uh, something small,
but you can see it, you know?

They, uh, smile a little brighter
when one of you walks in the room...

laugh a little louder when
one of you tells a joke.

Good morning!

Justin, you are not
gonna make me late today!

What time did you
get in last night?

I don't even remember.

Daniel's going through a bunch
of stuff with his father...

Justin!

What?

Hilda, do you ever think about

dad and us and,

you know, if he has a favorite?

Yeah, I think so.

- You.
- You.

Come on, you're right up
there between Tito Puente

and his nose hair clippers.

I am gonna kill that kid.
Morning, papi.

You didn't get in
till 3:00 last night.

Why they keeping so late?

Well, my boss is trying to make
some changes at the magazine,

and I still have to go through
these photographers' books.

Well, they're
working you too hard.

You tell 'em you want a raise.

Okay, dad.

Vincent Bianchi?

Yeah, he's really amazing.

So he ended up making it
as a photographer, huh?

Damn, I always thought that
kid would end up in jail.

What are you talking about?

Vinnie Bianchi--
he grew up over on Grand.

His family owns
Astoria Lemon Ice.

He grew up four
blocks from here?!

Yeah, his old man's always going
on about his kid's pictures.

He's got a bunch of 'em hanging
up on the wall in there.

Dad, I have to go.
Um, I love you.

I love you, too.

Put down the coffee!

Hello? Hey, someone!

Someone get that!

Anybody else work here?

Bianchi gallery.

Hi, um,
I'm not sure if you can help me,

but I'm trying to
reach Vincent Bianchi.

- You got him.
- Oh, um, okay.

Wow, I wasn't expecting this.

Um... I thought I was gonna
have to leave a message.

You wanna call back?
I could let the machine pick up.

No! No, no. Um, no.

Okay, um, Mr.
Bianchi, I am a really big fan of you.

That cover shoot you did for "Rolling
Stone"-- wow, that was amazing.

Oh, thank you.
You have excellent taste.

How can I help you?

Well, actually, I'm calling about your
availability for a magazine shoot.

Um, you gotta go through my
rep for that--Sheila Cordova.

She handles me for
print work, okay?

You know, you and I--we went
to the same high school.

Huh?

Queensborough High, right?
Class of '93?

- Do I know you?
- No. No, no.

We didn't go at the same time.

Actually, my name is Betty
Suarez--class of 2002--

but it turns out that you and me--we
grew up, like, four blocks from each other.

I live off of Roosevelt.

You're a Jackson
Heights girl, huh?

You don't say.

And I practically live
at Astoria Lemon Ice.

You know that doughnut
place two blocks down?

That's where I grew up.

I-I worked there every summer in
high school, and it burnt down.

Now it's a deli.
It's a pretty good one, but...

Not as good as Sal's,
though, huh?

On 87th? Oh, my gosh,

like, the best sausage and pepper
hero on the eastern seaboard.

Mmm, yeah, just the smell of
those things would get me high.

I haven't thought about
those in a long time.

So, Betty Suarez, okay,
you got me hungry...

and curious.

What is this job you wanted
to talk to me about?

Well, I work at
"Mode" magazine,

and my boss, Daniel Meade,
was wondering--

Hello?

The senator will be picking me up
here for the luncheon on monday.

Before then, I want my
commendations framed and hung--

avanti-classical gold
with a white matte.

White matte.

Put the clio and the women in
publishing on the credenza.

Call phillip.

Order two dozen cherry
black calla lilies

for the coffee table.

Those are his favorites.

Marc!

# ?Por qu? me dijiste #

# Que t? me amaba #

# ?Por qu? me
dejaste triste... #

# ?Por qu? me dijiste #

# Que t? me amaba? #

#?Por qu? me dejaste
triste y abandonada? #

- Bradford Meade.
- I found it--

Bayonne Salvage Yard.

Did you get rid of it?

That's not gonna be
as easy as I thought.

Why not?

Open your e-mail.

I sent you a little present.

"You can own fashion guru
Fey Sommers' death car."

A sick punk's selling it
to the highest bidder.

See, I'm trying to get
the magazine to attract

a hipper,
more fashion-conscious woman.

So they were out of poppy seed.
I got you onion.

Okay, you're at the newsstand,
500 covers in front of you...

which one of these grabs you?

Bathing suit. It's fresher.

Definitely, and neon is in.

I really like the gown.
It's very Cinderella.

Yeah, listen, could you get
some cream cheese for that?

So...

I'm trying to get this font.

I was trying to go for
something cool and sexy.

Daniel Meade.

Who's calling?

Betty?

Vincent Bianchi's
on line three...

for you.

Really?

Hello?

Oh, you did. I'm so glad.

Well, you know, I just--
I thought that

it was probably a while since
you've gotten down to Sal's, so...

Are you serious?

Oh, my god, that would be
so wonderful, Mr. Bianchi.

Okay, Vincent.

Oh, yeah, yeah, that was--that was
my boss who picked up. Hold on.

He said he loved the sausage and
pepper heroes that I sent him.

He thought I had cojones.
I'll explain later.

Just go pick up the phone.

Well...

I don't really
know what you did,

or how sausage and
peppers helped, but...

thank you,
and we're having lunch on monday.

Well, would you like me
to set up a reservation?

Yeah, um, actually, see if you
can get us a table at Madison Six.

And, uh, make it for three.

He asked that you come along.

What?

Wait, wait, wait,
he asked for me?

Oh, and, uh,
maybe we could both...

dress up a little on monday?

I think he meant
natural fibers, sweetie.

Come on, Christina,
there's gotta be something.

A sweater or a jacket?

I can't walk in there
looking like me.

You look fine.

But you're not Vincent Bianchi.

He's expecting one of
these "28th floor girls."

And since when did you want
to look like one of them?

They're not even real!

Real women snort
when they laugh,

they've got fat asses,
wobbly upper arms

and get P.M.S.

I thought you wanted to
run a magazine someday,

not spend 12 hours a day wondering
about what your hair's doing.

Yeah, but this job is the only
chance I have of ever getting there.

I was in Daniel's
office earlier,

and he wanted the
opinion of a "Mode" girl.

He didn't look at me.

So you honestly think that
I have any future here

if I don't at least
try to change?

Never mind.

Betty, what are you doing?

What's going on?

I work in an office
full of glamazon women

who are all 6 feet tall
and perfectly waxed.

That's what's going on.

"Glamazon"?

Never mind.

Hey, come here.

Since when does that kind
of stuff get to you?

Hey.

Amor, you are so beautiful.

Dad, stop.
Please don't even try that.

- And you have such a big heart--
- And stop it with the "big heart."

The speech didn't work when I was
cast as a rock in the school play,

or when I was sitting at home
with you and mom on prom night,

and it's not gonna
work now, so...

Betty, you'll always
be my special girl.

You know that.

Just so you know,

you were a really
terrific rock.

Dad, don't forget
to take your pill.

Okay.

See?

Shut up.

Just help me.

She has a 2:00 with Choli.

I have a 2:00 with Jean-Luc.

Mama!

Choli...

So what are we thinking today?

Something befitting
an editor in chief.

No... you get the job?

Soon. Very soon.

So do you think you could
really make me look like this?

Honey, you sit back and relax
and let Choli do her thing.

We gon' need the big tweezers.

Thank you.

Perfect.

Are you sure I look like this?

Baby, you look better.

# Ladies up in here tonight #

# No fightin' #

# We got the refugees in here #
# No fightin' #

# No fightin' #
# Shakira, Shakira #

# I never really knew that
she could dance like this #

# She make a man want
to sing spanish #

# ?C?mo se llama? #
# S? #

# Bonita #
# S? #

# Mi casa, su casa #
# Shakira, Shakira... #

Betty?

Dude, how could you have
broken up with her?

She--she's hot.

Me?

Really?

Thank you!

# All the attraction,
the tension #

# Don't you see, baby,
this is perfection? #

# Hey, girl,
I can see your body moving #

# And it's driving me crazy #

# And I didn't have
the slightest idea... #

Penthouse, please.

Yes, sir.

Oh, Mr. Meade! Hi.

How are you?
I'm Betty, Daniel's assistant.

Oh, yeah, yeah. You look...

taller.

Thank you.

# Reading the
signs of my body #

# And I'm on tonight #

# You know my hips don't lie #

# And I am starting
to feel you boy #

Excuse me. I'm going to have
to call you right back.

# Oh I know I am on tonight #
# My hips don't lie #

# And I'm starting to feel it's right #
Betty? Oh, ho.

I think I just found
my new screen saver.

Daniel Meade's office.

Excuse me. Who's calling?

Um, just one second.

Yep?

Daniel, there's a woman on line
two who won't tell me her name,

but she says she wants to talk
to you about your father.

Oh, just get rid of her.
No. Uh, wait.

Daniel Meade here.

Hello, Daniel.

I just finished
your first issue.

You should be very pleased.

Who is this?

Oh, that's not
important right now.

The real question is,
how well do you know your father?

Excuse me?

Do yourself a favor.

Ask him what he's been up to
at the Bayonne Salvage Yard.

What the hell is
that supp--whoa.

Look at you.

Yep. You told me to dress
up for our lunch today.

Yeah, and dress
up you did. Yeah.

Um, you know what? I was thinking
maybe we should call Madison Six,

see if they have a
table in the back,

just so we can have a little
privacy with Bianchi.

- Okay.
- Great.

Have you seen her yet?

Yes, I did,
and it looks as if Queens threw up.

He should be quite impressed.

Ooh! Someone got
their hair did.

So I'm pitching we go
for an entire redesign.

Splashier colors,
bolder looks...

overhaul the entire layout.

It can be a whole new "Mode."

Stop using, you know,
the same old models.

Get cutting-edge photographers,
more interesting writers.

I mean, do we really need another
editorial on eating disorders?

Now... I happen, uh,
to be having lunch today

- with Vincent Bianchi to discuss--
- Vincent Bianchi?

You expect him to do
a spread for "Mode"?

You know his history
with the company.

Your brother couldn't
work with him.

Why do you even try?

Because he's one of the best,

and I think I can persuade
him to consider it.

Daniel, I for one,
think it's wonderful

you've taken such
initiative at the magazine,

but some of these changes
you're suggesting...

uh, let me put it this way.

Uh, sometimes change
is a positive thing,

and then sometimes, well,
they can spin out of control.

You start with a
simple redesign,

and all of a sudden,
before you know it,

you're talking about bold new
colors and a daring new look,

and the truth is,
you haven't really improved on a thing.

- Wilhelmina--
- I'm just saying,

change isn't always
for the better.

In some cases, it can make
a bad situation even worse.

This is the ladies room.

I wanted to make
sure you were okay.

It's just another
day at "Mode."

You can't listen to a
thing Wilhelmina says.

- She's a jerk.
- No, Daniel. I'm the jerk.

Thinking that fake
nails and a new hairdo

could actually make a
difference on someone like me.

Okay.

Yeah, look... um...

I-I don't know what I'm
supposed to tell you.

This is the way
this place works.

It is a fashion magazine.

Appearance--

it means something here.

I know.

Listen, I know you're going to feel
a whole lot better after our lunch.

You can order
anything you want.

No, I'm not going.

What? No, no. You have to go.

Betty, Bianchi
wants to meet you.

You're the whole reason this
lunch is even happening.

Daniel, he doesn't
even know who I am.

Just take Amanda.

It's like you said--appearance
means something.

She'll fit right
in at Madison Six.

Betty, come on.

Daniel, just go.
You're gonna be late.

And don't forget the proposal.

About time.
How long does it take to put on makeup?

Well, I also had
to fix my hair.

Thought you were Amanda.

I didn't know you'd
be joining us.

Afraid I might botch things up
with Bianchi if I were on my own?

Let's just say that I had a sudden
craving for the quail at Madison Six.

Okay.

Betty Suarez is here.

Shall we?

He called.

He's running late
to pick you up.

Well, a senator's life can
never be called his own.

Be sure to meet him
downstairs to escort him up.

Vincent. Daniel Meade.
Sorry we're late.

Ah, no problem.

Just killing time, trying to figure
out what these five forks are for.

Bradford Meade.

I remember you, yeah.

And this is Betty Suarez.

Ho-la.

The quail here is excellent.

Quail! Could you hear 'em
in the old neighborhood,

if they saw us in
a place like this?

Oh... carbs. No.

But, uh, who cares about carbs
when you're from Queens, right?

Excuse me. I'm going to need a
very large glass of wine, please.

Is this color peach or salmon?

Marc! Marc, will you cover
my phones for me, please?

- Daniel forgot the proposal--
- Oh, I'll bring it to the restaurant.

No, I'll take it to him.
It's my job.

Oh, come on. They won't even let
you past the host at Madison Six.

Ah-ah. Just let me. I got it.

Marc, give it to me!

I can't hit your boss,
but I can hit you.

And everybody knows I'm from Queens,
so I will do it!

Thank you.

So none of the girls
looked like you

when I went to
Queensborough High.

Hey, does Mrs.
Rodriguez still teach there?

I'm gonna say...

she died.

So you're still just
a creative director?

Yes, daddy.

Shall we?

So, uh, we feel
this holiday issue is our chance

to try something really out
there for our feature spread.

4-page pullout. You would have
total carte blanche, of course.

So what does your
old man do, anyway?

Investment banker.

Your father's an investment
banker... Betty?

Oh. I mean, yeah.
That was always his dream.

You know, if he ever
made it out of the Bare-Rio.

What?

- Okay, that it's it. It's over.
- Daniel...

Look, I can't keep
doing this, dad.

I'm sorry, Mr. Bianchi.

Are you ready to
hear the specials?

Actually, could you hold
off on the specials?

I'm about to blow a very,
uh, big deal here.

Mr. Bianchi...

this is not Betty Suarez.

Hmm?

No kidding.

Come on. Give me some credit.

This girl's never been within 10 feet of
a sausage and pepper hero in her life.

He is so right.

So where's the girl I
talked to on the phone?

She didn't want to come,

and it's my fault.

And she was looking forward
to meeting you very much.

But because we're all caught
up with some stupid image,

I made her feel insecure about
fitting into a place like this.

He's my boss. I just need to--I
need to take him the envelope.

He's right there.
It's just 10 feet in.

I can't imagine why you
thought she wouldn't fit in.

Look, here he comes.
He'll tell you.

I'm so sorry, Mr. Meade.
She says that she's with you.

She is.

Look, sir. You just--you
forgot the layout proposal.

There's someone I want you to meet.
Come here.

Now this must be Betty Suarez.

Mr. Bianchi. Hi.

It's really an honor.

Really.

Look, Mr. Bianchi,

between your fight with my brother and
what we just tried to pull off here,

I'm sure there isn't a reason in
hell you'd want to work with us,

but I gotta say, I--

I think it'd be a great
opportunity for both of us.

You would have free rein
to call your own shots.

I give you my word.

Actually, I give
you Betty's word.

She's the only one who's been
straight with you so far.

You know,
you're nothing like your brother.

No. I'm not.

I'm not Alex.

I'll leave you
with the proposal.

Mr. Bianchi.

Here you go.

Thanks.

Excuse me.
Could I get a matchbook, please?

My nephew is never
gonna believe this.

Awesome. Thanks.

I just wanted to say I'm sorry.

I should have insisted you
come to lunch with me today.

Well, Daniel,
I'm sorry that I backed down.

I mean, I should not have let
Wilhelmina get to me like that.

Look, fake nails or not,
you came through for us, Betty.

Bianchi was only
there because of you.

I guess you really do
have cojones, huh?

So I'm going to go.

- He's doing it.
- We got him?

We got him.

His one stipulation is that
he answers only to you

and to no other "blowhards."

Okay.

Betty, uh, please send
an e-mail to all creative.

"Vincent Bianchi will be shooting
our december feature spread."

Shut up!

Right away, sir.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Dad, I got a weird
call from some woman.

She said to ask you about
Bayonne scrape yard.

Mean anything?

I haven't the foggiest.

Must be some kind of crank.

I've never even
been to Bayonne.

Vincent Bianchi will
be shooting december?

He got him?

Damn!

Hey, look who's home
in time for dinner.

What happened to your makeup

and your nails?

It was kind a long day.

They didn't fire you, did they?

'Cause I'll go down there.

No, dad, they didn't fire me.

In fact, because of me,

we landed Vincent Bianchi
for a big magazine shoot.

That's a big deal?

I could've gotten you that kid.

Yes, dad,
it's kind of a big deal.

It's a really big deal.

Well, in that case...

I'm very proud of you.

Thank you.

And you know what?

If it wasn't for
Hilda's makeover,

none of it would
have even happened.

Hey, how about that?

Ah, my two girls.

Betty, it's all set up.

Where you going?
We're about to eat.

Hilda, this is one club
they can't keep me out of.

# Dance revolution #

# Keep ya body movin' #

# Now first things first #

# Ain't no time to rehearse #

# Put your back foot forward #
# Now switch your tail in reverse #

# Slide to the side #
# But you gots to do it right #

# I see you thinkin' "
# that you on it #

# Wigglin' and twigglin'... #

# Work it, twerk it, #
# exercise adrenaline #

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# and C-4 got the solution #

# Dance revolution #

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