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"I remember how he hurt me and I can't forgive him."
You read my diary?
You don't get tired of hurting me, do you?
You're right. Please forgive me.
What can I do for you to forgive me?
What's going on here?
What'd you do to my daughter now?
Don't come back to my house. Leave.
You read my diary. You hacked the app on which I write.
You can't talk to me like that.
I know who you are.
I'm familiar with worthless women like you
that give yourselves to one man for your whole life.
Isn't that what you wrote in your diary?
What's going on?
He's your worst enemy.
This piñata symbolizes that person in your life
to whom you have something to say but haven't yet dared to.
Patricia, let's go.
I'm not one to hold grudges.
I hate you, you gargoyle!
I hate you, you gargoyle.
Okay, girls. We've achieved our goal.
We released some pent-up emotion
and feel a little better, okay?
Patricia, how do you feel?
I hate you so much that I could keep hitting the piñata
until it was completely destroyed!
Okay, these kinds of situations call for a support network.
When something like this happens to Patricia,
she'll need someone to count on, okay?
Oh, well, I have Marce. She's my best friend.
And Mari... and Malu too.
Perfect.
Which leads us to our next exercise.
Pay attention because we'll be working in pairs.
In pairs, okay?
Find the person you trust, close your eyes,
and let yourselves fall.
You're not well.
Why?
No, I swear it really works.
I've done it thousands of times.
You'll love it.
Okay, if you like it so much,
you can throw yourself and I'll catch you.
Sounds great. I trust you 100%.
But right now, it's you who needs it.
Please let me be there for you.
Let's go.
Come on.
Okay.
Let yourself fall.
It's supposed to be backward!
In the end, Joaquin had my back.
You should've seen Marcela and Armando.
They were left speechless.
They weren't the only ones.
I was watching the interview on my cell phone and I was shocked
that things between the Spaniard and you
were that serious.
I couldn't believe it either.
Was it bad?
No.
I mean, it depends how much you like paella.
Seriously though, Nico.
Joaquin's a good person,
and he's genuinely interested in me.
Well, yeah.
To be honest, it wouldn't be that bad.
Of course, if you weren't madly in love with someone else.
Shh!
I'm not madly in love with someone else.
-You're not? -No.
Listen carefully.
I... removed the very first piece of gum
they put in your hair.
I... took off all the signs that said "loser"
that they'd put on your back.
And I let myself get stung by a swarm of bees
that were in your locker.
You can't lie to me, Beatriz.
Okay, fine.
But what I feel for Armando doesn't matter.
We don't need to talk about it.
I made the decision to not let my feelings control me.
I have to be smart.
Very good.
After you.
The workshop didn't work out like I'd hoped, but oh well.
At least Patricia let out some stress.
By the way, I noticed Aura Maria scolding you
about something having to do with her boyfriend.
Did you steal her boyfriend or what?
Well, she thinks I did, but I didn't.
The guy that likes her is pretending he doesn't
even though he does,
so he told her he and I are dating, but we're not.
Sounds complicated.
Very.
Okay, how about you tell me about it over dinner?
Yeah. Of course.
I'm so sorry, Mr. Mendoza. I didn't know you were here.
I thought it was empty.
No, it's fine. You going to work in here?
I was thinking of removing and rehanging all the pictures,
changing the floor tiles and light bulbs,
and really just working on anything that'll distract me
so I won't think of... this one woman anymore.
Giovas.
No.
Have some.
No, Mr. Mendoza, I'm on the clock.
I'd be putting my job at risk.
It's fine. You're with me.
I know what you're going through.
Perfectly.
Keep it between us, okay?
Cheers.
Take it easy, Giovas.
If you don't mind,
can you explain how you know what I'm going through?
You're an elegant, wealthy, high-ranking executive.
Oh, please!
All you need to do is flash that smile at a woman
and they're putty in your hands.
No, Giovas, it's not like you think.
-No? -No way.
I do my best, put my best foot forward,
and you know what I get in return?
Nothing.
Nothing?
Nothing.
Nothing at all?
Nothing.
No one knows the troubles someone else goes through.
One would look at you and think you had
an amazing personal life with no ups and downs or problems,
but if my experience, abilities and idiosyncrasies
can be of any use to you, just let me know.
You know what? Yes.
You can help me with something.
What?
Hit me here.
What?
Hit me! I deserve it!
All I've done is hurt others. Hit me!
I lost her, Giovanni. Hit me!
Hit me right here.
What? I can't hit you.
These fists are banned in several places.
They're lethal weapons and I could really hurt you.
So stop insisting because it ain't happening.
How about we have another drink instead?
You need to be topped off?
No, I'm fine.
Okay, a little more.
Cheers.
Much better to drink than hit each other.
Oh!
Patricia, consider yourself complimented
on your personal appearance.
Good day.
No, Nico. Wait, wait.
Look, I talked to a piñata-shaped friend of mine
and came to the conclusion that...
Patricia!
You're dazzling.
Thanks.
I didn't know you were coming today either, Nicolas.
No no...
I only have two tickets.
You don't say?
Don't worry about it. I'm not going.
In fact, my job here is to entertain Patricia
while you pick her up.
Yes, yes. Shall we go, darling?
Bye. Have fun.
You make such a lovely couple, and you are so handsome.
Thank you.
It's like you're not that ancient.
Bye.
Feels bad to be in love
and not have it reciprocated, doesn't it?
I'd say it's a horrible feeling, boss.
Ramos.
Great to see you.
Right.
You know what?
Hit me right here as hard as you can.
No.
-I want you to hit me. -Right on.
Hold this for me.
Wait.
No!
Hold your horses, my dear young Ramos.
I beg you not to lay a hand on my boss.
Picture an executive of his standing with a broken jaw.
Shut up.
He told me to hit him,
and I need to unload everything I'm feeling!
Come on, let's do business!
Do it, Nico.
Take out all your anger on me. Do it!
I need my body to hurt
because I can't take the pain in my soul anymore.
Boss, that's enough yearning for self-destruction.
Remember what I taught you in the office.
Physical pain doesn't erase spiritual pain.
Alright, I've got an idea.
There's a way the three of us can overcome
these terrible feelings we have.
But it's only for the brave.
Shall we?
It depends.
You chickening out?
Tell me on the way and I'll let you know.
This sauce puts others to shame.
It's called aioli.
My grandmother, may she rest in peace, would say,
"Joaquin, when people ask you how to make paella,
give them our recipe.
But the aioli recipe, take it to the grave with you."
It's... Nico.
I'm not going to answer because we're talking about aioli.
Dude, it's just that...
The worst thing a person can do is be the following four things.
Honest, a good person, loving, and charming.
If you're one of those, people will mop the floor with you.
No, the worst thing you can do is not be honest,
loving, a good person or charming.
You'll lose it all and no one will believe what you say.
This lemon has something important to say.
-Armando... -What is it?
Dude, come here.
Come here, Armando.
Know what sets you and me apart?
I know how to love.
You don't.
I'm going to call her.
No, don't do it.
You can't stop me!
Of course I can! You'll only keep hurting her!
I love her, Nicolas!
Okay, Armando.
I understand because I'm going through something similar.
I stop myself, though. Like a real man would.
Cheers!
Get me a Lamborghini!
-What? -Wait, wait.
Let him be.
That was a tasty paella!
The shellfish was delicious!
I'd like to propose a toast.
Thank you for welcoming me into your home
and allowing me to feel like a member of this amazing family.
Cheers!
"MR. ARMANDO"
Sweetie, who is constantly calling you?
Nico.
He's probably had too much to drink.
Joaquin, you have to come by more often
so that I can learn more about Spanish cuisine.
Why don't you stay with me in Andalucia for a bit?
There's nothing like learning how to cook in Malaga.
The fried fish...
Spain must be beautiful!
-It is beautiful. -Oh, I don't know.
Too much wine, too much paella.
What do you think, Betty?
I don't know, Armando.
Um... I mean, Joaco.
Betty, Betty.
Betty!
Hey!
Hey, Betty!
Come here, sweetheart.
Come here.
Why is that drunk man calling you over?
I don't know him.
Of course you do! Come closer.
Honey...
-You sure you don't? -No.
-You don't know him? -No.
No, no!
Joaquin, I'd like to apologize for what happened at the table.
I don't really know what happened.
Don't worry about it.
It's called your subconscious,
and it means you were thinking of Armando.
You can tell me. We trust each other.
The truth is that Armando was the one who was calling me
and it's also true that he's with Nicolas
and that they're drunk.
That's probably why they kept calling me.
What for?
Nico, what are you doing here... like that?
Everything is spinning.
Dude!
I'm ready for my casting, Joaquin de Quiroz.
I'm ready for my casting.
Alright.
Nico!
Go to the restroom.
Betty, I bid you goodnight.
And don't worry. I understand.
Does it hurt?
Only here.
I don't like seeing you like this, Armando.
If something worse had happened to you,
I swear I would've died.
-Marcela. -Hmm?
Why are you like this with me?
Like what?
So good.
After everything I've done to you, you should hate me.
Armando, I can't hate you because I love you.
I know, I'm a fool.
No, I'm the fool.
I failed to appreciate the woman I had by my side.
Well, I'm still here.
-Betty! -Hmmm?
Tonight's been a terrible ending to a terrible day.
Please, I want it to end already.
I don't understand why you drank so much, Nicolas.
It's disgusting.
Was it because of Patricia?
Patricia broke your heart, didn't she?
No, Betty. She can't.
Because... my heart is made out of steel, dude.
No one can break it. Know what's broken into pieces?
What?
My digestive system.
I'll never drink again. I won't even smell the stuff.
I also don't understand why you were with Armando.
Look at the state you're in. Why were you with Armando?
Guy things.
Man things.
Club, party, alcohol, women things.
No, not that last one.
Betty, tonight was filled with punches.
You know, Armando can really take a beating.
Armando Mendoza?
Are you talking about Armando Mendoza?
And... he loves you.
It felt great to acknowledge something I'd refused to see.
That's why he's suffering so much because of you.
It's because he cares about you.
I can't deny it. He does.
Armando loves you.
It's really nice to have someone love you.