Ugly Betty (2006–2010): Season 1, Episode 8 - Four Thanksgivings and a Funeral - full transcript

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Did you get my e-mails?

Yeah, I was busy
with my boyfriend.

Do we have that attorney-client
privilege thing?

That only works if I'm your lawyer,
but for now

you've got something
stronger than that--my word.

Marc booked your
flight for paris.

You leave tonight at 9:00.

I want to see Justin in return.
I want to see my son.

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

I just know now
that it's not me.

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



Fey?

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Betty Suarez here.

No, Betty Suarez here
at home an hour ago.

Daniel hasn't left yet.

He's doing paperwork.

Yeah, well, the lawyer's
gonna be here any minute

- to go over dad's immigration case.
- I know, I know.

I'll get home as soon as I can.

And what about shopping
for Thanksgiving dinner?

Hilda, I will get it done.

Look, I gotta go.

Since I started here,
she acts like all of a sudden

I don't care about our family.



I always do the shopping
for Thanksgiving,

and then every year my father
and I cook the meal together.

It's been our tradition
since my mother passed away.

I'm sorry, you were looking
at me and saying things.

I wasn't really listening.

Never mind.

So you've got big plans tomorrow with
this new guy you've been seeing?

Now what makes you say that?

You keep walking past Daniel's office,
saying really loudly

that you've got big plans with
this new guy you've been seeing.

Not anymore.

Jerk called about an hour ago.

Says he has to spend Thanksgiving
with his wife and kids.

I'm, like, grow a pair.

I am so over men.
They all suck.

Where's Marc?

- Hi.
- Hi.

Hey, what are you
still doing here?

The high priestess
needs her outfit altered

for some dinner she's
going to tomorrow.

Oh, what time do I need
to be at your place?

Around 3:00.

Now is that the time
we're actually eating,

or is that the time that that
delightful little nephew of yours

is putting on his production of
"Thanksgiving, the musical"?

We're eating at 6:00.

I'll see you at 6:00, then.

Um, the phone stopped
ringing a while ago,

and it looks like everybody's
gone for the holiday.

Do you think maybe I could...

Oh. Yeah, sure.

Okay.

You--you haven't, um... seen...
Sofia up here today, right?

Okay, and there's no calls?

Sorry.

Oh, no, no, I don't care.
I mean, she's got a boyfriend, right?

Who she never happened to mention,
I might add.

I mean,
if you're serious about a guy,

you'd be talking about
him all the time, right?

You're always going on and
on about that guy Wilbur.

Walter.

- Daniel, are you okay?
- No, I'm not okay.

I spent the day waiting by the phone,
checking my e-mail every two minutes.

It's like I'm this close to splitting
a cobb salad with Sarah Jessica Parker

and talking about shoes.

I really miss that show.

So whatcha doing tomorrow?

I have to drag my well-toned
ass up to Schenectady,

eat cranberry sauce
in the shape of a can

and tell my family all about my
girlfriend, who lives up in Canada.

You wanna blow 'em
off and hang out?

Tempting. What
are you thinking?

We meet here at 9:00.

I bring the champagne,
you bring the orange juice,

and we watch the parade
from Wilhelmina's window.

And by "watch the parade,"
you mean try on couture gowns

and xerox our naughty bits?

Of course.

I am so in.

French cuff or no?

- No.
- I'd go with the cuff.

You want to live my life,
pay my bills.

Ooh, sassy.

Uh, Louis from Armani called--

not happy with his
placement in the issue.

Dr. Levy needs to move your
teeth whitening to tuesday,

and... oh, Nico said to tell you
she's coming in town for Thanksgiving.

What?

She told me last week she
was staying at school.

I can't just change my
plans at the last minute.

I have the Versace
party to go to. Ouch!

It's a work obligation.

I can't shirk my responsibilities
just to sit home

and have a very
Brady Thanksgiving.

She'll just have to understand.

What are you staring at?

Oh... you're gonna
cuff that, right?

Okay, so don't forget,
your dad has a brunch

at 2:00 p.m.
in the executive dining room.

- I'm gonna pass on that.
- What?

- Slimming.
- Thanks, Marc.

You have to go.
It's your family.

Oh, come on. It's not like
it's some intimate gathering.

My father invites
all his editors

so everyone can tell
him what a genius he is.

Oh, and this year,
my mother will be fresh out of detox,

stealing the olives
out of martini glasses

and sucking 'em dry in
the janitor's closet.

No, thanks.

Knock, knock.

Oh, am I
interrupting something?

- Oh, hey.
- No.

- Betty was just leaving.
- Yes, I was.

- Bye, Betty.
- Bye.

- Happy Thanksgiving.
- Happy Thanksgiving.

Happy Thanksgiving.

- Hi.
- Hi.

So what's new?

Met this girl, had some fun.

Found out she has a boyfriend
she didn't tell me about.

Wow, she sounds like a bitch.

I'm sorry, Daniel.

I didn't know we were
gonna do what we did,

and things just
got out of control.

I was actually hoping that
we could skip to the part

where we move on and
we try to be friends?

I'd really like to
be your friend.

Me, too.

Friends' hands
don't go that low.

I'll see you at your
father's brunch tomorrow.

Oh, you're going?
But you R.S.V.P.'d "no."

I mean, not that I checked.

Well, I was supposed to go skiing,
but now I have to get back here

by friday, so whatever.

Sounds like fun.
You're gonna be there, right?

Oh, yeah, I'll be there.
I mean, it's my family, right?

Thanksgiving without
family would be...

thursday.

Great, 'cause I'm
bringing Hunter.

And you know, in a weird way,

I think you two will
really get along.

Great, yeah. Hunter.
I can't wait to meet him.

Hunter. Hun-ter.

I can't stop saying his name.
I love him already.

See you there.

Hey, nice turkey.

You making one for everybody?

So you really invited
your ex for Thanksgiving.

Look who took her
grown up pill.

Well, he is Justin's father.

Although these days a freakin'
Petri dish can be a father.

Right? So when did you
get divorced, anyway?

Oh, no, you have to be married
to get divorced.

No, this is the classic boy meets girl,
boy knocks girl up,

boy loses girl's number.

Throw in a glass slipper,
and you got a hell of a fairy tale.

Exactly.

I'm home! I'm sorry!
Did you go over your case with Leah yet?

An hour ago, Betty.

I'm sorry.
I couldn't get off of work.

And you missed my
pageant at school.

I know, Justin, but there was
no one to cover my phones.

Well, it was awesome.

I was the only pilgrim that
could do "jazz hands."

"Jazz" what?

"Jazz"... "hands."

Oh. Well, I wanna hear all about this
as soon as I get home from shopping.

Oh, hi. You must be Leah.
I'm Betty. I'm so sorry--

What did you do?
You went to the market?

That doesn't exactly
sound like a "thank you."

Hilda, I told you that
I would do the shopping.

Well, since she started
this new job of hers,

- she has no more time anymore.
- Yeah, well, I have time.

I'm still doing all the
cooking with dad tomorrow.

Oh, really? And what if they
call tomorrow from the office

with some fashion emergency?
They've lowered the hemlines!

Red alert!

Wait, you didn't even get the
stuff to make the bu?uelos.

Why do you insist on
making those every year?

No one ever eats them.

Last year we had to use
them to crack open walnuts.

Because mom made them
every year, Hilda.

It's a tradition.

And that was the best
turkey they had?

No, that is the last
turkey they had.

You were this close to
stuffing a brisket.

Oh, I have so much to do.

Well, I haven't even started to cook,
and I've still gotta go to the airport.

All the kids are
coming home tomorrow.

Tell me about it. We're having our
three boys and their girlfriends.

I have no idea where we're
gonna put these people.

Well, we see 'em three times a year.
It's worth it.

Will you stop looking at me like the
ghost of Thanksgiving yet to come?

Good night.

I see an old woman,
all alone...

at a Thanksgiving
table set for one.

Ciao, tesoro, it's Wilhelmina.

Yes. Listen, something came up,

and I won't be able
to make it tomorrow.

Nico's coming home.

Yes.

# Toot, toot, hey, beep, beep #

# Toot, toot, hey, beep, beep #

# Bad girls #

So, looks like I'm
not the only one

doing a little last minute
Thanksgiving shopping.

A carton of cigarettes
and a bottle of vodka?

You have your traditions.
I have mine.

So... having some
big blowout today?

No, Gina, just the family.

I thought you would've
gone all out this year.

I mean, you never know who won't
be around next Thanksgiving.

What is that supposed to mean?

Come on.
It's a small neighborhood.

People talk.

Everyone knows about your
pop's immigration problem.

You know what? You have no idea
what you're talking about.

Hey, you wanna keep
it quiet, fine.

But in the spirit
of the holiday,

I think I should tell you--

watch out for that lawyer I saw
leaving your place last night.

Oh, really? And why is that?

Leah Stillman is bad news.
I know someone who knows someone

who knows Donna
Spadaro in Astoria.

Leah promised to get
her custody of her kids,

and all she did was steal
her money and take off.

Yeah, well, Hilda found Leah,
and I trust her.

Leah's not gonna rip us off.

Well, don't say I
didn't warn you.

Oh, and tell your father

I wish him a very
happy Thanksgiving.

# You bad girl, you sad girl #

# You such a dirty bad girl #

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- What city?
- Hi, in Astoria,

a Donna Spadaro, please.

Hold for number.

Shoot, sorry. Never mind.

- Hi, Daniel. It's me--
- Betty, I need you now.

- Where are you?
- I'm at the loft. Hurry.

It's an emergency.

Hello?

What's going on?

I gotta go. Daniel just called.
He needs me.

- It's Thanksgiving.
- I know, I know.

Unbelievable. What about
cooking dinner with dad?

Will you tell him I'm sorry?

Look, it's the Eva
Longoria float.

We love you, Eva.

What if she has hidden
cameras in here?

Oh, trust me,
if she had hidden cameras in here,

I'd have been fired
a long time ago.

Hey, what's that weird
float over there?

That's not a float.

That's Betty.

You called me over here to
help you pick out a shirt?

This is your big emergency?

Would you rather I
swallowed a bottle of pills?

It took you 45
minutes to get here.

I'd be dead already.

I left my family
on Thanksgiving.

I had to cut across
the parade route.

I almost got run over by
those "queer eye" guys

riding a giant pilgrim.

Okay, that came out wrong.

Betty, this is an emergency.

I have to sit across from Sofia
and her boyfriend at this brunch.

I've got to look good.

Are you wearing cover-up?

I have a pimple, all right?
Go away.

You know what? I am going away.
Good-bye, Daniel.

No, no, wait.
What about the shirts?

And we haven't even
talked shoes yet.

I know this might come as a surprise
to you, but I have a life, too,

and a family that
counts on me a lot.

They already think that I
put you in front of them.

My dad is in legal problems,
my sister may have hired

some shady lawyer,
and it's up to me to fix it.

So I sorry if I don't think that
coming over here and helping you

pick out a shirt to
impress a girl is priority.

And can I just say
one more thing?

No, I don't really want
to hear any more--

You're an amazing
person, Daniel.

Ah, if you just
wanna blurt it out...

You're smart, you're handsome,

you were voted one of the
top ten bachelors in the city

- by some magazine.
- "Esquire."

I cannot believe that Sofia
actually has you questioning

what a catch you are.

Trust me, Hunter is the one
who should be nervous

about sitting across from you.

Thank you, Betty.

Go with the purple.

Really?

I came all the way down here.

Okay, no, no,
I'll wear the purple.

Hey, mom, is it okay if I sit
between dad and Christina?

I really want to talk to her about
Stella McCartney's spring line.

Great.

I'm sure your father
will be very proud.

Hilda, what are you doing?
Forget the spoon.

Get your hands in
there and feel it.

I'm not feeling it.
I just got a manicure.

Ay, dios m?o. Where's your sister?
She's got hands like meat hooks.

He's here! Dad's here!

He actually showed.
How about that?

Don't.

I guess when we want him to leave,
we can just tell him

you're pregnant and watch him run.
He's good at that.

Ancient history, papi, okay?

And let's not forget the reason
he's here is to give us the money

to pay for a lawyer so that
you don't get deported.

Well, look at you, little man.

Hi, dad.

What happened to that little
shrimp I saw last time I was here?

That was, like, a year ago.

This is to make up
for some lost time.

Thanks.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Thanks.

Place never changes.

The only thing missing
is your old man

sleeping in front of the TV.

Because the old man is
busy cooking dinner.

Ignacio.

You look good, man.

Glad you could make it.

Hi. Um, are you Donna Spadaro?

You don't know me.
I'm Betty Suarez.

Yeah?

I'm so sorry to be bothering you,
but I just wanted to ask you

about a lawyer you might
have used--a Leah Stillman?

Are you from the
bar association?

I called you people
three months ago.

No, no, no, no,
I was just thinking about hiring her.

Don't do it.

I was fighting for
custody of my kids.

She tells me, "no problem.
I'll win."

Guarantees it. She files some papers,
takes all my money,

and I never hear
from her again.

Really?

She promised she'd have 'em
home with me for Thanksgiving.

Hey, cool, a costume.

Actually, it's a uniform, man,

from the Jets.
They're the best.

Except for the Giants.

Hey, look at this.
I got you a helmet and a football.

Cool! Mom...

Look, I'm the
Phantom of the Opera.

Hey, look who's here.

- Hi, Santos.
- Sorry.

So word is,
you're a big career girl now.

Yeah, not that big.
Where's Hilda?

Hilda! I need to
talk to you about--

- Hi, Leah!
- Hi.

She came over to pick up the rest
of the money that Santos brought.

Hope they pay you double time
for calling you in on a holiday.

You know, I should really get going
and let you get to your dinner.

Oh, okay.
I'll get you the rest of the money.

Wait!

I need to talk to you first.

Upstairs.

So what--

Oh, so now you're listening
to that skank, Gina Gambarro?

No, Hilda, I went to the woman's house,
and I saw her myself.

Well, maybe it's
a different Leah.

Maybe they got the name wrong.

I just think that before we give
that woman all of our money--

Well, I just think this is more
about the fact that I found Leah

- and you didn't.
- What?!

Oh, yeah, this is all making sense.
I found the lawyer,

I'm saving dad from
being deported,

I even helped dad
with the cooking.

You're not the golden child anymore.
You can't deal with it.

Hilda,I am just trying to help.

Well, maybe we don't
need your help.

You can't just get
involved with the family

when it's convenient
for you, Betty!

So save your guilt
for someone who cares.

# Ladies and gentlemen-- The Dreams! #

# We're your dreamgirls #

# Boys, we'll make you happy #

# Yeah #

# We're your dreamgirls #

# Boys, we'll always care #

# We're your dreamgirls #

# Dreamgirls will never leave you #

# Oh #

# And all you have to do is dream #
# baby #

# We'll be there... #

# Dream whoo! #

# Dreamers will help #
# you through the night #

I wish I hadn't
given up my lessons.

I could have been on Broadway.

Oh, well, you did date that
chorus boy from "Miss Saigon"

for a while.
That kind of counts.

What's your biggest regret?

Drinking a bottle of
champagne on an empty stomach.

No, seriously.

There's gotta be something
you wish you hadn't given up.

Daniel.

Oh, sweetie.

Oh, I'm so stupid.

I knew what the rules were.

I didn't mean for it to happen.

I just fell in love with him.

Me, too.

- What?
- What?

- Huh?
- Nothing.

You look pretty.

You wanna try on some Armani?

How are you doing, mother?

Adjusting to life
on the outside?

I'm on my fourth club soda.
I pee every three minutes.

Ah, you'll get through it.

Hmm. You know,
I don't think I've ever been

to one of your father's
work functions sober.

I always thought there
were twice as many people.

Dad.

Daniel.

Drinking club soda, too?
Very supportive.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Happy Thanksgiving.

I think it just got
a little happier.

Hey, you.

You must be Hunter.
I've heard so much about you.

I really like that vest.

No, no, I'm Gordon Levine,
editor of "Tech Wiz,"

the 14th floor.

Hunter's over there.

Man, how are guys like
us supposed to score

with someone like him around?

Desperate times call
for desperate measures.

Martha, it's Wilhelmina.

Oh, hi, Wilhelmina.

This is why I should
always screen.

So, Martha, happy Thanksgiving.

Yeah, yeah, you, too.
Listen, I only have a second.

My guests are arriving, and I still
have to hollow out the pumpkins

- for the soup course.
- Sorry to bother you.

- Um, I'm cooking a turkey and--
- You're cooking!

Hey, maybe I could run
a fashion magazine.

It'll be like "Freaky Friday."

Well, for your information,
I was doing fine until I noticed

the bird still had its
luggage inside of it.

Sorry... you want me
to put my hand where?

So then we realized,
it's not a Halloween costume.

He really is a homeless guy.

No, and he stole my purse.

Yeah, that's funny.

So where did you two
kids meet, anyway?

Aw... on a plane,
coming home from Kenya.

She was there for
a photo shoot,

and I was working
with the peace corps.

He shared his
complimentary nuts with me,

and then he cried when they
showed "Bridget Jones' Diary,"

and I was hooked.

So you worked for
the peace corps.

Well, I figured there had to
be more to life than modeling

and racing sports cars.
Well, you know.

Yeah.

Ah. I spent a year setting
up this irrigation pump.

Seeing these tribal kids' faces when
they saw fresh water for the
first time...

Oh, baby.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

Once, I helped these kids
open up a hydrant on, um,

76th street,
and they were just like, "wow."

Fey?

I saw her just now.
She's alive.

- What are you talking about?
- I saw Fey.

No, you didn't.
She's dead, Bradford.

I can't believe you're
doing this to me.

I tried to go after her.
She just... disappeared.

Like some
wishful hallucination.

Are you okay?

He's just had too much to drink.
I've got him.

Ironic, isn't it?

Hilda thinks I'm jealous?
Why, because for once

she's actually carrying
her weight around here?

I mean, maybe it is time that the family
stopped depending on me for everything.

I just asked where I
should put my coat.

I don't know. Ask Hilda.
She knows everything.

Run while you can.

Not bad.

Hello? Anyone home?

I'm in the kitchen.

The kitchen?

What, did you get
lost or something?

What, are you
staying for a month?

Laundry.

The washing machines at
the dorm are skanky.

I'll throw in a load later.

Okay, happy Thanksgiving.
I've gotta run.

Wait... run?

I'm meeting Sarah and
Veronica at the concert.

What concert?

We're going to see Death
Cab For Cutie at the Beacon.

That's why I came
into the city.

Why, what'd you think?

Nothing.

I figured you'd have plans.

I mean, you always have plans.

And I do. Of course I do.

I have Donatella's
Thanksgiving party to go to,

which I'm horribly late for.

Mom, are you okay?

Nico, I'm fine.

I just made a little
snack in case...

well, I'm sure it's
not very good, anyway.

I'm gonna go change.

Hey, come try these on with me.
If I keep doing it by myself,

then I'm just a freak.

You made me think of Daniel.
Now I'm depressed.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Don't get depressed.

Up, up, up, up, up.
Get up, get up, get up. Up, up, up.

I'm gonna tell you a secret.

Betty makes $50 a
week less than I do.

Big news. I checked that out
her first week here.

Okay.

Joelle from styles got knocked up--
no idea who the father is.

Yeah, okay.

I think Wilhelmina's a lesbian.

- What?
- A big one.

What are you talking about?

Okay. She gets these
calls all the time

from this woman on
her cell phone,

and she always kicks me
out whenever she calls,

and we're like this.

Hell, she even had me bring
her her diaphragm to the plaza

when she was sleeping
with that guy from Texas.

So--oh, wait.
There goes my lesbian theory.

So who is this woman?

Oh! My god.

The pain is totally gone.

- You're amazing!
- I told you.

So are you ready to
get out of here?

Oh, how about we burn some of this
turkey off and go dancing later on?

Well, you know I can't dance.

Oh, come on. Take me to that place
that I love that you never take me to.

I can dance.

What?

I'm good at dancing.
I love dancing.

I think the three of
us should go dancing.

I think that's a great idea.

Okay, well, I'm outta here.

Happy turkey day.

Oh, Leah,
thanks again for everything.

Now if you need me, I'll be eating
a turkey sandwich at my office,

getting your papers ready to
file for your green card.

You really think if we go to court,
I'll be okay?

I have never lost
a single case yet.

Oh, really?
What about Donna Spadaro?

- Betty--
- Excuse me?

I'm sorry, Hilda. I cannot just
sit here and watch her lie to us.

- Leah, I am so sorry--
- No, no, it's okay.

So, Betty, what exactly do you
know about Donna Spadaro's case?

That you couldn't have won her case,
because you took her money

and you disappeared.

It's true that I didn't win that case,
because I quit

before it ever went to trial.
I wasn't interested in letting

an alcoholic gain
custody of her children.

An alcoholic?

A week before her court date,
Donna Spadaro left her three kids

locked in her car in 90-degree heat
while she got bombed in a local bar.

The money that I stole from her merely
covered filing and court costs.

But I bet you didn't
hear that part, huh?

No. I didn't.

I'm sorry.

Listen, maybe you should find a new
lawyer, one that Betty approves of--

No, no,
you are the lawyer we want.

Betty is on some crazy power trip.
This has nothing to do with you.

Please, Leah, we need you.

Yeah, and you know, you can't have
Thanksgiving dinner at the office.

Why don't you come back tonight
and you have dinner with us?

We would love to have you.

Well, it sure beats a sandwich.

You know what? I-I'd like that.

Good.

Meet me at the
cemetery tonight.

I'm going to find out if she's alive,
one way or the other.

And here was me, afraid that spending
the holiday alone with my cat

was gonna be depressing.

Hilda, it's almost 7:00.

Yeah, I know what time it is.

Leah said she'd be here.
She'll be here.

Hello?

- It's Daniel.
- Of course it is.

Well why would you tell her you
can dance if you can't dance?

No, I can dance.
I just didn't know

we were coming to
this kind of club.

You gotta teach me.

Daniel, I can't teach you
how to salsa on the phone.

What am I gonna do?

Okay, okay, okay,
okay, don't panic.

Look, have you ever
even tried to mambo?

Oh, yeah. Back in prep school

we had a big mambo
contest every year.

The basic idea of salsa is that the
man is trying to seduce the woman,

and the woman is
pushing him away.

So take your left foot,
and you tap on the first beat.

My left foot.

Step forward with
the same foot...

Okay, forward...

Rock back on your right,
and bring your left to close.

Back on my right foot,
left to close.

And then you just reverse that,

- just like that.
- On my right foot...

- Yeah.
- I think I could do that.

Look in a mirror.

Are you biting your lower lip?

No.

Yes, you are. Don't do that.

- Hey.
- Oh, hey.

Put... it... down.

How does she do that?

She's a little bit of a witch.

Give or take a letter.

Oh, hold on. There you are.

- Isn't this place hot?
- Oh, yeah.

It just kinda makes me wanna tap
on the beat with my left foot,

rock back on my right.
Where's Hunter?

He hates it that I
dragged him here.

Oh, poor guy.

- Can't be great at everything, right?
- Hey, you, come here.

I need a mojito,

and then you're next.

What the hell was that?

You told me you were
a lousy dancer.

I am. I was this close to making
the ballroom dancing finals

in Vienna in 1988 and blew
it with my paso doble.

I stink.

I still don't know why the hell
we had to do this tonight.

Because I start my
Christmas shopping tomorrow,

and I want to know whether I
need to get a gift for Fey.

Where the hell's the body?

Save the tired tatrics.
You think I'm an idiot?

You've been working
for her the whole time.

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

Where is she?

She's dead.

Have it your way.

What the hell?

You told someone about this?

Mr. Green is a
recent hire of mine.

To do what?

To clean up messes.

I just thought I'd reheat
the gravy since...

What's wrong?

I just tried Leah's
cell-- twice--

and her office number...

all disconnected.

Go ahead and say it.

"I told you so."

Get me the hell out of here.

Daniel, we need to talk.

What, did Hunter just save an
orphan from a burning building?

Forget it.
I'll read about it in the "post"--

Come on. Move over.

You walked out of
there so upset.

I thought we were
gonna try to--

Tell me that doesn't
mean anything.

I can't--

Tell me,
and I'll drive away right now.

When we pass by each other in the halls,
we can pretend

we don't even know each other.

Of course you know
that meant something.

Then what are we doing, Sofia?

We're not in fifth grade.
Why are you with that guy?

Because I love him,

and this morning,
in his dresser, I found a ring.

Is that what you want?

- Yeah.
- Really?

Yes.

Don't let my motorcycle and
the Gucci sunglasses fool you.

I'm an old-fashioned girl.

I want the white picket
fence and lots of babies,

and Hunter offers me that.

You...

I don't think you're anywhere
close to being there.

I don't think you
know me that well.

Are you telling me that you
are ready to settle down?

Come on, Daniel.

This is where you stop me from
walking back into that club.

What's all this?

Well, turns out I don't have to
meet my friends for a while.

Thought I'd have a snack.

You wanna join me?

I told you I had plans.

Come on. It's Donatella.

There's gonna be seven models
fighting over a celery stick.

Well, I...

suppose I have a minute.

I can't believe you
did all of this.

It was nothing. I just--

Mother.

Stop.

Thank you.

So how's everything at that
overpriced boarding school you're at?

Tell me about your classes.

Well, calculus sucks,
but psych is pretty cool.

Oh, and I have this
history teacher--

you can have your headphones
in his class, and he...

- What are you doing?
- I'm making the bu?uelos.

Will you stop with those things?
Leah stole our money.

We can't even go to the police because
we can't tell them dad's illegal.

It's still Thanksgiving, Hilda,
and we're still a family,

and I'm making mom's dessert.

I can't believe
I was so stupid.

I should've checked her out.

It could happend to anybody.

A lot of people
believed her story.

We're just so desperate,

and I wanted to come through
for once, you know?

To be the big hero.

Well, you can help
me finish these.

Fine.

You know,
if anyone's to blame, it's me.

- Oh, shut up.
- I'm serious.

I'm gonna hit you.

At least you've been
trying to help.

I didn't make it to
Justin's pageant.

I mean, maybe this stupid job
isn't worth it.

Well, you can't live your
life for your family, Betty.

You've been taking care
of us since mom died,

and maybe it's time for us to
stop relying on you so much.

Well, I like it that
you rely on me.

Taking care of the family is
the one thing I knew I could do.

I wasn't ever gonna
be the pretty one.

Okay, look.

Maybe you don't have to
take care of everything.

Maybe we're stronger
than we think.

Hell, I put these nails
in stuffing today.

Big deal.

Ay. I'm gonna kick your butt.

- I'm not gonna answer that.
- It's okay.

Tell Daniel I said hi.

Here it is.

I found it--
her cell phone bill.

That's the number!

2:00 a.m. 6:00 in the morning.

I can't believe
you're doing this.

Wilmont Surgical Center.

Hi. This is Wilhelmina Slater.

Yes, Ms. Slater.
I'll put you right through.

She's putting me through.

- Through to who?
- I have no idea.

Why are you calling
me from the office?

She knows we called
from the office.

Yes?

Why did you just hang up on me?

I didn't.

Well, someone did,

and they were calling
from your office.

Excuse me.

Hi, I'm Betty.
Somebody called me.

Yeah, that was me.
He's over there.

Is he okay?

Well, he was ordering scotch rocks
for a while, and then when he started

ordering "crotch socks," I
figured I'd call someone, so...

Yours was the number dialed in his
cell the most, so I just figured...

Thanks.

Hi.

Betty. Hey.

I wore that purple shirt
you picked out for me.

Your shirt looks great.

Do you wanna get out of here?

I didn't tell her what
she wanted to hear, Betty.

It wasn't a very
good Thanksgiving.

Yeah.

I didn't have a very good
Thanksgiving, either.

Come on.

No!

Let me out of here!

Let me out of here!

No!

Let me out!

Let me out of here!

No!

Let me out!

Let me out!

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