Ugly Betty Episode 201 Recap: “How Betty Got Her Grieve Back”

Then he comes out of the office and passes Amanda a baggie filled with small, grayish hairs. He says, “Never send a girl to do a woman’s job,” while Amanda and I both gag.

Nighttime in Central Park, where I was raised never, ever to go for any reason after dark unless it’s for something cultural and therefore 100% safe. Betty is digging a hole, and at Daniel’s urging, burying mementos from her time with Henry, like the soy sauce packets from their first sushi meal. I’m frankly impressed a straight man actually came up with something as sensitive as this, but he’s left out the gorging on ice cream and the banshee-like wailing and the voodoo curses and all the other post-break-up rituals the gays and the girls all know are crucial for closure and the return of some form of mental stability.

Before Betty completes the burial, Daniel throws in a bottle of pills, saying he’s ready to make a fresh start too. Betty gives her eulogy for the relationship and we cut back and forth between this and…

… Santos and Hilda, who has put on her wedding dress after the two discussed their new wedding date and the possibility of eloping. Hilda persuades Santos to read his vows. He talks about how he found his way back to Hilda and won’t ever take her for granted again. At the same time, Betty talks about having loved Henry and now needing to let him go. And something starts to happen to me here. As they say in one of my favorite new songs from the totally awesome HBO show Flight of the Conchords, “I’m not crying, it’s just some rain fallin’ on my face.”

Meanwhile, in Central Park, we follow the back of Wili’s fabulous hat into a dark tunnel, where a nun approaches. But we’ve been punk’d! It’s not Claire; it’s the Fish Monger, who says, “Say your prayers, bitch.” Actually, we’ve been double punk’d! Because that’s not Wili. It’s Marc, in drag, but sadly not very impressive drag. He’s got the outfit right, but the wig and makeup are all wrong. We all know he can do better, so let’s just assume he was in a hurry and will do better next time.

In Bradford’s office, Claire sneaks in expecting to find her husband working late only to see Wili, who never believed for a minute that Claire was serious about cutting a deal with her. And really, did Claire honestly think Wili would be dumb enough to go by herself to an isolated spot in dangerous Central Park to meet with a possibly deranged, desperate escaped convict? Of course not – she has Marc for that.

Wili pours Claire a drink and tells her to make it quick, since she’s only got about three minutes before the police come. “I only need one,” Claire says, before clocking Wili good and unconscious. Jeez, I guess that’s what happens when you come between Mama Meade and free booze.

In Wili’s office, a bruised and bleeding Marc is splayed out on the floor with a serious run in his nylons. I hate when that happens.

Marc: It was horrible. The next thing I knew, Sister Mary Gangmember threw me to the ground and took my wallet.
Wili: Marc, I am in serious trouble.
Marc: You? I don’t think I’ll ever be able to watch The Sound of Music again.

So then the mugging was kind of a blessing, I’d say. I can handle the singing Nazis – it’s the singing children that always irritates the hell out of me.

Daniel goes to Alexis’ ICU bedside, and boo hoo hoos about how sorry he feels for getting her into this accident. Right on cue she starts to wake up and is all, “Dude, keep it down. I’m trying to catch a nap here.” Actually, she says, “Why do you keep calling me Alexis. It’s me! Alex!”