Episode Report Card Jessica: C+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT After Hours
By Jessica | Season 1 | Episode 7 | Aired on 11.08.2006
Queens. Hilda tracks down Santos, who is playing dominos. And also with my HEART, because he is really hot. She drags him off so they talk privately: she heard he won a bunch of money, and, um, well, she needs it. "For Ignacio," he says. She looks surprised, but he points out that their neighborhood is full of gossips. "You heard I won money, I heard you need money. How much?" he asks. Hotly. Hilda tells him, and reminds him that she's never asked him for a penny, but they're in trouble now, and she needs his help. "You know how hard this is for me," she says. Santos hands her a giant wad of cash. "I didn't get a chance to deposit it into my checking account," he shrugs when she wonders if he always carries around a huge wad of cash. Hilda retorts that she didn't know they offered checking at the OTB. Santos tells Hilda that he'll give her the rest of the money later, but in return, he wants to see Justin. "I want to see my son." And we act out on this, but who in the world didn't get that he was obviously Justin's dad? His hot, hot dad.
Over at the hotel, Walter is predictably het up about Betty's decadent evening. She swears that it was just a massage. "I don't like strange, tall, muscle guys touching you," Walter yelps, as Sven leaves. Walter fronts like he's going to kick Sven's ass out in the hallway, but Betty holds him back. IT'S A MASSAGE, WALTER. Are you from MARS? Betty asks what happened to Atlantic City, and Walter explains that he got off the bus at Secaucus, and he just couldn't go. "I just want to spend time with you, Betty," he nasals. She hugs him, and he tells her that it doesn't matter if they're in Atlantic City, or "a really nice hotel room. WOW." He looks around appreciatively, and then flings himself on the round bed. Betty smiles and tells him that she's glad he's there, but this weekend is all about work for her. Remember? Walter sort of grunts in agreement. She tells him that she's changing for dinner in the hotel's three star restaurant, and then informs him that he needs to change, too. He can't wear his t-shirt to this place. Walter points out that rock stars wear t-shirts to award shows all the time, but Betty counters that he is not a rock star. "You play flute in a Jethro Tull tribute band," she says. Which is an important role to play in a Jethro Tull tribute band, I'll give him that. She announces that they're buying him a dress shirt, as she goes to the closet and takes out her outfit for the evening: a totally hideous aqua taffeta bridesmaid-dress-ish number. "Wow," Walter breathes appreciatively, because he apparently is blind as well as annoying. Betty announces that it is her prom dress, even though we learned a few weeks ago that she never went to prom.