Ugly Betty (2006–2010): Season 1, Episode 6 - Trust, Lust and Must - full transcript

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Previously on "Ugly Betty"...

Why do they say that's not
your social security number?

You can't get one if you're
in this country illegally.

I need you to find my watch.

Pretty sure I left it at some
woman's apartment last week.

He dates anything that moves,

and I agree to smile
and take their messages.

You may want to return some of these.
Nico's called twice.

Hi, mom.

Who's filling his head with
stories about me and Fey?

Who gave my son the music box?



I think it's time for Fey
Sommers to come out of seclusion.

He could be deported?

Very strong possibility, yes.

But he has a family.

He pays taxes. He's a Mets fan.

He's in Oprah's book club.

Given what you've told me, it's likely
your father's been red-flagged.

Red-flagged? Is that bad?

It means that the government is
investigating, and ultimately,

a judge could rule to have
you sent back to Mexico.

You coulda just said "bad."

Mr. Suarez,
there's something I have to ask.

You've been here for what,
30 years?

All that time,
you never applied for a green card.



Never began the
citizenship process.

What about the
amnesty in the '80s?

I was a little busy
providing for my family.

Is that such a problem?

Dad.

Look, the past is past.

I wanna talk about now.

How much will it cost
for you to help us?

Now this meeting was pro bono.

My wife asked me because she
loves your daughter's products.

Hilda, by the way,
that fiber loss really cleaned her out.

But a case like this...

you wanna save your father...

it starts with a retainer.

20 grand?

Do you validate?

Hey, slow down.

Oh, after last night,
I think I need a walker.

We are late.

Wilhelmina's meeting about the
"Must Mode" issue's about to start.

Cruella devil can wait.

Hey, your lost watch--
did you ever figure out

- which girl's apartment you left it at?
- No, Betty never told me.

We should probably take
separate elevators.

Wouldn't want the office
getting the wrong idea.

Right. Because my panties
stuffed in your paper shredder

probably didn't tip 'em off.

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Great.

Just great.

Could I help you out? I got a lot
of women's clothes up in my office.

Hold this, please.

Fashionable clothes...
up in the office.

What are you doing?

You gotta do what you gotta do.

Fastest first date
I've ever had.

You can't be serious.

You actually think you've
got a shot here, now?

Just joking.

You smiled at me in the lobby.

I smiled 'cause I couldn't believe
you pulled a ditch and dash

with that poor girl back there.

You let it all play out in your head,
didn't you?

You, me,

no one else here.

We'd be on the floor,
bodies sweating,

rug burn on my back.

Well, so much for that fantasy.

As we do every year for
our "Must Mode" issue,

your ideas, your picks, your lists
will be considered for inclusion.

Nico, I told you,
only emergencies.

No, you cannot submit my
apartment for "Pimp Yo House."

Good-bye.

Family is staying
with me temporarily.

Remember, it's not
just an "it" list.

There are personal
"musts" as well.

Like must be on time.

For others,
it's a bit more profound.

What's important is that
we tap into the issues

of our readers' lives
they cannot face,

move them to the next
stage in their lives,

promise them it
won't be another year

full of unanswered questions
and unresolved issues,

and lest we forget,

it is about the fashion
"must-haves" for 2007,

and I can assure you it will
not include polka-dots.

That's it.

Start listing.

You have an 11:30 layout conference,
and your father's office called.

There's an editors-in-chief
meeting tomorrow.

So listen, there's this
woman--smoking hot--works on 27.

She's not wearing a shirt,
had some sort of accident.

I really--I need you to
find out who she is, okay?

"Must" hunt down Daniel's babe.

Whatever Bradford Meade does,

he can't get rid ome.

Sometimes it's like
she's still here.

You remember what tomorrow is,
don't you?

How could I forget?

Nico, darling, I'm home.

What is that?

Dinner. You didn't have much.

My wine,

and pecorino di pienza.

It's a cheese.
Goes great with pears.

And cereal goes
great with milk.

How was your day, dear?

I picked these up today--

brochures for
schools in New York.

Don't be silly.

Schools here don't
meet your standards.

I was thinking of the Hertzog
school in Switzerland.

Expelled, remember?

So I'm starting to think maybe
boarding school's not for me.

I said the same
thing to the senator

when he sent me to
the Chamberlin school.

He'd just won his first
congressional seat.

- He told me--
- "Willie, D.C. is no place

for my daughter to
become a young lady."

Same thing goes for
you in New York.

Boarding school has a
far better education,

far better people
and far better food

than... Captain Crisp.

"Cap'N."

I don't think he's an
official maritime officer.

Dad, is this everything
from Mexico?

Yeah, birth
certificate, passport,

maybe even an old baby picture.

Careful. I might be
naked in that one.

The lawyer's gonna
need these documents.

Yeah, the lawyer
we can't afford.

You know, dad, there's enough here.
You could have applied for a green card.

I mean, you were here in '86,
and Reagan offered the amnesty.

I, uh...

I missed it. Okay?

Look, I-I'm sorry I'm
putting you through all this.

But maybe if we tighten our belts,
got second jobs, maybe--

Dad, I really want to help, but

my first job is hard
enough as it is.

Not if you maximize
your time there.

Hilda, don't go there again.

I am not gonna sell
Herbalux at "Mode."

What model doesn't wanna lose weight?
It's easy money.

It's not the worst
idea in the world.

I will set you up with a basic
package just to tease 'em.

What's this?

Looks like somebody
was torn out.

Ah, it's nothing.

Just a photo of mom
with an old boyfriend.

Ooh, let me see.

A boyfriend?

I thought you said you were
each other's first loves.

Can you stop with
the damn questions?

I'm going for a walk.

If it's okay, Betty.

What is with you? Obviously,
he is sensitive about all of this.

Well, there's something
he's not telling us.

We're just trying to help him, Hilda.
We deserve to know.

Doesn't that upset you?

Of course it does,
but getting upset doesn't help.

He's always been
there for us, Betty.

We just--we gotta be
there for him now.

Fine. I'll sell
Herbalux at "Mode."

I mean,
I'd do anything I have to,

but I'm not gonna just
let him off the hook,

not until he tells
us the truth.

Okay, give it back to me, girl.

The vita valu pack contains all
essential vitamins from A to Z.

You know there's no such
thing as vitamin Z?

Hello, it's a
catchy sales pitch.

And what is more important
than the vitamin content?

You get it half off when purchased
with the nitro nutrient combo.

Right. Now the customers
have to have confidence

in you and the product,
so don't be afraid

to really just put
yourself out there.

Tired of sticking your
finger down your throat?

Wanna lose weight the easy way?
Ask me how!

Herbalux can help.

It's a good line.
I might use it.

Now you're ready for
your secret weapon.

10 pounds in 10 days.

Oh, god.
Do I really need to wear that?

I remember when I got pinned.

Shelly Jenkins
did me the honor.

Did she get you a
limo and a corsage?

Can I please go to work
and humiliate myself now?

Yes. Yes, you may.

Shelly always said, "hit 'em with
the appetizer prices before lunch."

Happy Herbaluxing!

Good morning, Marc.

I think I have something here
that might interest you.

Hmm. Unless it's Taye
Diggs covered in baby oil,

I doubt it.

I see that you're enjoying
a healthy smoothie.

Did you know scientists today
are making great strides

in the health
supplement market?

And most of those scientists
are working in the Herbalux lab

in Hoboken, New Jersey.

- In fact, Herbalux--
- Could you please just--

10 pounds?

- Reach for the stars.
- Marc...

we have some phone calls to make,
don't we?

Yeah.

Work those halls,
you little diet diva.

I don't like it when she smiles.
It's so metallic.

What did she want?

Looks like she's trying to earn
a few extra pesos for something.

Interesting.

What's the status on the
list of boarding schools?

London and Milan passed.

There's still one school in Paris
that hasn't heard of Nico, I think.

C'est parfait.
Get them on the phone.

Oh, and before I forget,

you're meeting with
Daniel's been pushed.

He's at a meeting in
Bradford's office--

editors-in-chief only.

Well, I'm sure Skippy's
holding his own.

My pleasure.

I like mine black, two sugars.

You want me to get you coffee?

I think that's why you're here.

Oh, and what gave it away?
Was it my accent?

Actually, the fact that
you're the only person here

who doesn't edit a
Meade publication.

You're an editor.

Wow. I bet that gets
you all the girls, huh?

Uh, usually, my magazine's
circulation count does the trick.

Circulation count.

Why? Is it big?

Well, I don't like to brag,

but I am in the top five.

Oh, my god. Listen, I'm sorry.

I'm new here,

and I'm not really that
familiar with everyone yet.

- Of course, I'm--
- Daniel Meade,

"Mode" magazine--

the only one in this room
who was born into his job.

All right,
let's get started, everyone.

I have news.

Some might call
it exciting news.

In january, Meade publishing
launches a new weekly...

targeting the
empowered modern woman.

You'll all get the press release.
The point is,

that I wish to introduce
the best-selling author

and editorial brains behind
our new magazine, "M.Y.W.,"

Sofia Reyes.

Sofia, what's the name
of your new book?

"Making your man a bottom."

And Herba-aid doesn't just hydrate.
It contains protein,

which helps to repair the
muscle after your workout.

Terrific.

I told you you can't be here.

What is your problem?
I was mid-sale.

Hey, hey!

You don't want me to call the cops,
do you?

- Ow!
- What could you possibly tell them?

This doesn't
concern you, ma'am.

Let me worry about that.

You worry about calling
me "ma'am" again

and getting this yoga
mat upside your head.

Look, I was just
gonna leave anyway--

Stay where you are. You?
You need to apologize.

- Oh, me?
- Yeah.

She's the one breaking the law.

You're such a legal expert,
tell me what it says

in subchapter 27 of
chapter 2 of title 20

of the New York City
administrative code

about the occupation
allicensing of vendors.

Or how about the constitution,

a little thing called
"freedom of assembly"?

Yeah, well,
you can forget about your free towel.

That was amazing.

You know what?
Don't tell him, but that subchapter

applies to disabled
veterans only.

How you doing? I'm Leah.

Hi. I'm Hilda.

- So you're, like, a lawyer?
- Yeah.

- Oh, hold on one second.
- Sure.

Hello?

She's wearing a
wedding ring, Hilda.

What are you talking about?

The torn picture of mom.
She's wearing a wedding ring.

So? It's a picture
of mom and dad.

No, they weren't
married in '75,

and dad said that was an old
picture of her boyfriend.

- Can you just give me one second?
- Actually, I gotta go,

but if you need anything,
call me.

You know, truth of the matter is,
best place to find me is here.

I get my yoga on
8:00 every morning.

Okay, thank you!

Hilda, are you listening to me?

Yeah, yeah, I heard you.
Mystery photo.

Stop playing Nancy Drew.
You're supposed to be selling.

So how you doing?

Betty, what are your numbers?

Well, uh, Christina bought
$10 worth of protein bars.

She likes the taste.
Of course, she eats sheep's stomach.

10 bucks? Great.

Well, dad could buy a set of maracas
when he's sent back to Mexico.

You're not wearing the secret weapon,
are you?

I am coming down to "Mode,"

and I'm gonna show
you how it's done.

What?

Wait, no! Hilda.

Oh, my god.

Oh, things with Nico are fine.

Ilse's steaming her
pores as we speak.

Good. While you've
been playing mommy,

I've been planning
something for Bradford.

That's right.
Today's a special day, huh?

I wonder how he'll celebrate.

I'm sure the way Bradford
Meade and Fey Sommers

always celebrated
their birthdays--

together.

Anything I can do to help?

No.

It's a birthday
date for two only.

I am more concerned with what
you have planned for Daniel.

He seems to finding his
footing there these days.

You do realize it will
be impossible for us

to take over the company

if he's got any power there.

I know. The little nugget
remains a threat to our plans.

But short of taking
a bat to his knees...

I like where you're going.

It just occurred to me,

maybe the one thing
we can exploit

is the person who's been
propping him up all this time.

It's an emergency--

Bergmans. Shoplifting. Nico!

She made me feel
like a complete ass.

Women don't treat me like that.

Not the women you usually date.

Didn't I ask you to
find out who she was?

Yes, I'm sorry some
things came up.

Besides, a no-shirt
hottie with an accent?

Daniel, that's every model
who walks through this office.

You could have been a
little bit more specific.

Daniel, Sofia Reyes.
She--she's a best-selling author.

The "Times" profiled
her last month.

And, oh, yeah.
ABC News reported rumors

of this magazine
launch last week.

Books, newspapers, ABC News.

I pay attention to
which of those?

None.

Exactly. She thinks I'm nothing
but an unqualified himbo

who got the job
because of my father.

Don't say anything.

Betty, this woman had me figured
out like no one I've ever met.

She was ten steps ahead
of me on every point.

So just apologize.

Ah, I can't just apologize.

I mean, it's gotta be smarter.
You know, skillful.

Something... profound.

Jewelry!

Call Nigel over at Tiffany.

Tell him to send
over the usual.

Oh, miss Slater, there you are.

You put me in here.

Well, there must have
been some mistake.

Obviously, you were
completely unaware

the dress had been
placed in your bag.

Not really.
I shoved it in there.

But clearly,
you thought you'd paid for it.

We'll just forget
this whole mess.

You talked to my mother,
didn't you?

This store considers Ms.
Slater to be one of its dearest friends.

As she does you.

Oh. She sent her bitch.

I'll leave you two alone.

Nico...

Marc.

Did you really think that
imitating that very special episode

of "Punky Brewster" was gonna
get your mother's attention?

So... this is it, huh?

Looks like a gay
version of "Star Trek."

So you ready to start selling?

Are you ready to
start listening?

No, I did not come
here for that.

Hilda, look at this hand.
This does not belong to dad.

- The pigmentation is all wrong--
- Pigmentation?

Are you selling Herbalux, or are you
getting an online forensics degree?

- Hilda--
- No.

The more we argue,
the less we sell.

Are you serious about this?
Because I tried.

It is just really demeaning.

I would put on a chicken
suit and stand on the corner

if we could make the type
of cash you'd make here.

Come on. It's for dad.

Fine, but lose that
stupid cutout.

Oh, no,
you did not just insult Melanie.

Five... four...

three... two...

10 pounds?

Is that, like, for real?

What the hell is going on?

Actually, uh,
you see, it's, uh...

Do you realize how many
rules you've broken?

Oh, really?

Can you tell me what subchapter
20 of article, chapter 27...

The constitution says
freedom of assembly.

How cute.

Cesar Chavez in a push-up bra.

This is private
property, sweetheart.

Pack up your stuff and get out.

And you, in my office.

Now!

Candace Bushnell wants to pitch you
a story on power women in Manhattan.

Tell her to call when she
gets an original idea.

Multitasking?

Oh, my new friend,
Daniel Meade.

Friend?

It didn't seem too friendly when you
sent this gift back to my office.

The necklace.

It's absolutely lovely.

But not for me.

Not your taste?

No, not for me.

It's very generic, Daniel.

It's the kind of gift you give
to the girl you just banged,

or the one you wanna bang.

Whoa, can we back up a second?

You clearly have the
wrong impression of me.

- Really?
- Really.

Lara?

You know, I...
thought I recognized you.

Daniel doesn't have
to know about this.

Secrets can stay
between friends, right?

Friends?

Well, at "Mode," I think
of all of us as family...

and family sticks together

through the good
times and the bad.

Do you know Rodrigo in styles?

Sure. He has great taste.

Impeccable,

but you wouldn't know that
if an anonymous donor

hadn't paid his way
through design school.

Betty...

strong people are the
ones who ask for help.

Um...

my father, uh...

is going through some...

some legal problems,

and my family was told that

for a good,
supposedly great, lawyer,

it would cost us $20,000.

Well, Betty, I have a daughter
I would do anything for,

just as you would do
anything for your father,

I'm sure.

What do you want in return?

Is that something
you ask family?

Happy birthday, Fey.

So sorry.

I wish you knew how
much I missed you.

Fey?

Do you know what this means?

It's blood money.
It's her way of getting to Daniel.

Once you cash that,
you belong to her.

No, I know that,

but do you know what number
one on my "must" list is?

Getting my dad a lawyer.

This could be the answer
to my family's problems.

That's what they say in the movies,
then they have to kill someone

- or sleep with them or both.
- And my dad--

Enough about the mystery photo.

Enough about the
evil queen's check.

So what am I supposed to do?

It's half price night here
at the Rack, which is why

I dragged you hed -- to let go.

Which is why I'm making that
the number one priority

on your "must" list tonight.

Well, that's easier
said than done.

Why do you think god
invented alcohol?

Excuse me.
I'll have what she's having.

I thought I threw that out.

What are you doing up?

I had work to do.

Furs for the "must" list.
Care to look at them?

Fur is murder.

I bought you a Nicole Miller
fur at for your 10th birthday.

How could I forget?

It was my 11th birthday.

And you had me model
it for a photo shoot,

which you didn't
even show up for.

I believe the excuse was
dinner with Oscar de la Renta.

Someone had to
convince him that

fishnets were only
meant for stockings.

Nice to know you
have priorities.

Kind of like today.

Oh, that's right, today was your
little cry for help, wasn't it?

That was amateur, darling.

When I was 15,

Mikhail Baryshnikov came
to the Salem Academy.

Afterwards, I was caught

doing a little dance
of my own for Misha.

Now that is acting out.

How proud you must be.

You don't get it, do you?
Act out as much as you want.

I did.

Seven schools...

until it finally hit me...

until I finally understood.

Being away from home,
being away from the ones you love,

makes you strong,
builds your armor.

Because in the end,
the only person in this world

you can depend on is yourself.

It's the greatest lesson
the senator ever taught me.

- Mom--
- Brush up on your french.

You leave for school in
Paris tomorrow night.

So...

um...

is everything okay?

The flag was kind
of at half-mast.

Would it be generic if I sent
you a necklace from Tiffany?

Oh, no. I loved it.

You sent it to me after
our first night together.

Of course I did.

And if I sent to you as a...

sort of an apology,
that'd be okay, right?

Well, that depends.

Are you apologizing for
something in particular?

Yeah.

Making an ass out of
myself with Sofia Reyes,

the editor of "M.Y.W."

I sent her a necklace
as an apology gift,

and she called me out on it.

Oh.

So the whole apology
thing was about her,

not me.

What do I have to
apologize to you about?

Nothing...

I guess.

You know,
I'm not feeling too well.

I think I'm gonna go.

You okay?

Yeah, I, uh...

I think I feel one of those
24-hour flus coming on.

I should go before
I get you sick.

Whoops.

That step's a tough one.

Why are you sneaking
in through the back?

Are you drunk?

Yeah, a little bit.
I'm going to bed.

No, no, no, no, come on.
Let me get you some water.

- No, I'm fine.
- Come on.

Dad, let me go!

What's the matter with you?
What's going on?

- Talk to me!
- Talk to you?

Why don't you talk to me?
Why don't you tell me

why mom is wearing a wedding
band in this picture?

Or who's the guy in the
photo with her, really?

There you go.

I don't have to explain myself to you.
I'm your father.

Then act like it.

I've always looked
up to you, dad.

Right, wrong,
I could just take your lead.

Now I'm lost.

A little less slamming, please.

Here. You're gonna need this.

Thanks.

So...

dad left early this morning.

I don't really want
to talk about this.

Well, it's a little
too late for that now.

I heard what you
said last night.

- So did half of Rego Park.
- I'm sorry.

Apologizing to me isn't
gonna change what happened.

What went on after I left
the office yesterday?

I got punished.

Is this real, or is this one
of those Ed McMahon things?

It'll cash.

20 grand.

So cash it.
This is the answer--

Hilda, look closer.

Wilhelmina Slater?

- Oh, that stuck-up--
- Exactly.

She'll want me to
sell Daniel out

so she can take his job.

Her money, my soul.

Look, I'm gonna try to figure
something else out, okay?

See if there's another way.

But this might be
our only option.

Can I get the number
for Fashion TV, please?

What the hell just happened?

You're getting back at me,
aren't you?

For yesterday?

- You planned this.
- Planned this? Are you s--

Yeah. I got a side job
with the elevator union.

Really? I'll take
the stairs next time.

Do you always get
the last word in?

Only with you, baby.

Great.

Last time this happened was
four hours of Kevin Federline

trying to cornrow my hair.

No reception. What now?

I think we're between floors.
If I could just get up there,

I could pry the door
open on the next floor.

Somebody's seen "Die
hard" too many times.

Oh! God forbid you
wrinkle your jacket.

Listen, how about
we do the obvious?

Come on. Give me a boost.

Are you serious?

On your knees.

And, Daniel, don't look up.

Don't flatter yourself.

Good, 'cause I'm not
wearing any underwear.

You okay?

Yeah.

You looked, didn't you?

Hilda.

You gonna make me lose
another free towel?

No, I really wanted
to talk to you.

Um... have you ever done
any immigration work?

In this neighborhood?

And besides, once I got my degree,
my uncle Abraham

turned his place into the
israeli underground railroad.

You in some kind of trouble?

If I tell you something,

do we have that attorney-client
privilege thing?

That only works if
I'm your lawyer.

You know, but for now, you got
something stronger than that-- my word.

And for that, it'll only cost
you a cup of coffee and a bialy.

Come on.
I didn't feel like working out anyway.

Still haven't cashed it, I see.

Um, no,
I haven't really had a chance.

Or haven't made the effort?

Steel yourself, Betty.

Think about what's
best for you.

That's how we survive
in this business.

Wilhelmina, you might want
to get down to the lobby,

like, right now. It's Nico.

You, too. I think we might
actually see a live execution.

Open your eyes, people.

It's time to wake up.

The "Must Mode" issue promotes the
unwarranted slaughter of innocent animals.

And it is the fault
of one woman--

Wilhelmina Slater!

Nico, please,
you're causing a scene

Great.

Can't wait to see how Wilhelmina
Slater will handle this one.

So sorry I'm late.

Thank you for coming.

Ah, good to see you.

Nico, step into the good light.

Thank you so much for coming,
ladies and gentlemen.

The "must" debate of 2007.

Animal rights versus
fashion rights--

just who is right?

Well, you're gonna have to wait

until the "Must Mode" issue is on sale,
january 2007.

Thank you so much
for coming. Good-bye.

You win.

I'll go to school in France,

anywhere you want,
but I'm not going quietly.

- We'll talk upstairs.
- No!

We'll talk now.

- I am your mother.
- Mother?

Then maybe you
should act like it.

But I guess you don't have
a clue where to start.

I mean,

have you ever even called
the senator "dad"?

Never, huh?

Is that armor so thick you can't
even feel anything anymore?

Was that the goal?

Then congratulations.

You're putting together
your "Must Mode" issue.

Things you must do.

You know what your number
one "must" should be?

Learning how to be a mother.

I appreciate your kindness,

but I can't cash that.

Of course you can't.

Good luck with your
family situation, Betty.

They're never easy.

I just wanted to say good-bye.

I think you said
enough downstairs.

Marc booked you a
flight for Paris.

You leave tonight at 9:00.

I'll go back to your
place and pack my stuff.

Nico, contrary to
what you might think,

I do love you.

And I...
I only want what's best for you.

You want what's best for you.

All right. Yeah.

Hey.

I had it.

Your lost watch.
You left it at my place last week.

Surprise. Right?

You never even thought
to consider me.

I'm just a late
night call to you.

You need to find whatever it
is you're looking for, Daniel.

I just know now
that it's not me.

I'm--I'm sorry.

Amanda...

Well?

I checked it out. Nothing.

The security cameras at the
cemetery didn't catch a thing.

No Fey Sommers hanging
out at her crypt.

I saw her. I'm sure of it.

How many times I gotta say this?
She's dead.

You're going crazy,
you know that?

- Damn it, I saw her.
- Whatever, old man.

Yeah, it's me.

Remember that associate
I told you about?

We need to have a long
conversation about him.

Dad.

Do you remember when we
danced at my quincea?era,

and I broke my heel?

And I was so upset,
I wanted to run away,

but you wouldn't let me.

You just held me tighter,
and we kept on dancing.

You're our rock, dad.

And I'm sorry for what I said

and how I acted.

I'm just gonna have to
forgive and forget, and...

whatever it is,
you don't owe us an explanation.

Ramiro Vasquez.

The man in the picture.

Your mother was married to him.

Sit.

He was a... a wealthy man.

I was his chef.

Whenever I would cook
food for them, I...

I always hoped your
mother would look my way.

One night, uh, she did,

and after that,
we fell in love.

Dad, if this is
too hard for you...

No, no, I...

I owe this to both of you.

I could only sit back so long

and let him treat
her the way he did.

I remember hearing her screaming,
her crying,

when he hit her,

and finally one night,
I couldn't take it anymore.

Next thing I know,

he'd pulled a knife.

So I...

I hit him.

Just kept hitting him.

After that, we ran...

and I never looked back,

because I vowed I'd never take
my eyes off your mother again.

I never applied for a green
card or amnesty because

I was afraid they'd
send me back.

I killed Ramiro Vasquez.

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