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A WORK BY CRIS MORENA

MARGARITA: MAY YOUR LEGEND COME TRUE

Margarita!

Oh la la, how I want to laugh

Oh la la la, and feel love's caress

Oh la la, chante avec moi

Hello, oh la la

Oh la la, what rhythm will it be?

Oh la la la, dance and sing with me

Oh la la, chante avec moi

-Hello! -Hello!

-Oh la la! -Oh la la!

So there we went,

trying to get home on a stolen airplane.

It wasn't easy.

Our luck, just as our fuel, was running out

and there were a lot of obstacles.

But the doors of the world made way for us to get home.

-What now? -Now we party.

GOOD GOSSIP

Gossip, tell me gossip

Gossip, tell me gossip

Gossip, tell me gossip

Gossip

Tell me everything

I want to know

Who dates him?

And who dates him?

Tell me everything

I can't wait

Who told you that?

Who do I tell next?

Good gossip

What gossip is there

That everyone's heard and told

Good gossip

It makes me so happy

Tell me yours I'll tell you mine

Gossip, tell me gossip

Gossip, tell me gossip

We finally meet, ÚnicaDevils.

What better place than this?

We needed a bigger space for our shenanigans, right, Alaska?

Of course.

-I have some crazy gossip! -Then sing, little bird!

Well, it seems like Otto...

Has a hole-riddled heart!

Seriously, he's in shambles! He's so ugly!

Fred promised to talk to Italy's ambassador

to help us sort this out, so now we wait.

We can't wait, princess.

The army's coming for us, we have to run.

Excuse me.

The italian ambassador has given us free reign.

Do you really want in on a diplomatic conflict?

Don't threaten me.

I've received no authorization.

Guzman, request the necessary papers, please.

-Yes, sir. -I'll try to stall them, buy you time.

We brought no exotic animals. Just my companion.

She bares her fangs but won't bite.

Papers, please.

Are you Merlin of Krikoragán?

Tell me some hotter gossip.

Sure! It seems like our protagonist is here.

Shall we call her?

Here she comes.

Please, don't be mean!

What will you say about me, the world's most discreet person?

-Tell me what went down with Salo. -Who?

-Salo. -Salo was just an employee.

-Don't kid yourself. -How are you so marvelous?

It can't be the genes, you've seen my mom.

It's definitely not genes.

It's about a healthy lifestyle!

Lots of water, nine hours of sleep... That's all.

They can emulate you, but they can never be you. Look at Yamila.

-Poor girl! -Awful!

I think I inspire her, she doesn't mean to plagiarize.

And if she does, it didn't work.

Yamila, please, remember the surprise!

Yami?

COPENHAGEN - CONFESSIONS

Yamila?

She fell asleep, as always.

-Come on, Yami! -Not yet, Yamila.

Hey, guys!

I want to congratulate my personal friends,

Unica and Alaska, for their debut.

Delf invited me to come on and gossip with you a bit.

I don't like that one bit.

-When I don't like something... -"I really don't like it."

-Same here. -Me neither.

She's being random. I don't get it.

Zeki.

Are they allergic to beauty salons or did they and the scissors fight?

What?

Saying my hair's messy is one thing, but that?

-Over the line! -Chill!

The horns are coming apart!

Despite that innocent face of his,

Sasha dated two girls at the same time!

You traitor! How could you tell such a lie?

Look what she's saying!

Guys, it's Delfina.

I love what you did!

It was really noble of you!

I won't deny that I felt bad for Petra,

but I know you love Margarita.

Margarita, why are you here?

I'm a fan of yours, but I didn't get it.

You're entering the country with faked documents?

When you put it like that, it sounds bad, doesn't it?

No, we just borrowed a few names,

but it's for a noble cause.

Noble.

Yeah, but fake documents?

Well... You don't know how hard it was to flee from Krikoragán, ma'am.

We went through some movie type stuff!

Then, you're political refugees?

Exactly.

Have you seen the barbarities my uncle's been doing?

Are you sure you want to report us to the army

to be taken back to Krikoragán?

Then...

help us, before they come get us.

Please.

We just want Delfina to free Margarita

because she is her prisoner.

Margo, could you please tell me

what you think about this whole "consparanoid" theory?

They're all a bunch of little liars.

They're a bit clueless, right?

What the flíkiti's gotten into her?

Zeki's having a lover's quarrel

with Jano,

so they imagine all that stuff.

That's too much.

Look, she dragged him out of the closet live!

-I like that part. -Thank you very much.

Come here.

Understood. I do as you command.

Sir, the Department of Immigration says

that the ambassador just authorized their entry.

Let them through.

-Where do we go now? -To the Lair of The Princes.

What's with you, Yamila?

Don't tell me this is because I didn't choose you as host,

because you know that would be ridiculous.

You could have spoken more softly.

"No, Yami, I need a different energy,"

or "I prefer to keep you as my right arm."

But you just hurt me.

You're kidding, right?

You have got to be kidding me.

You talked about my show, which was secret, by the way,

in a public appearance.

And I have to apologize now?

Don't kid yourself, baby.

No, Gabito.

We're not buddies, we're not friends,

we're not partners, or lovers, or anything at all!

You're just an employee!

You ask permission to enter,

permission to leave and permission to stay.

Excuse me, may I enter?

-But I entered already. -You did.

Permission to speak?

-Speak. -Ada has done some things...

I don't give a hoot about Ada, honey.

But, suddenly they are meeting everyday.

-This smells bad. -"This smells bad?" Who says that?

-Antiquated! -Totally antiquated!

-But look, listen. -No, ma'am.

Look! Listen!

Look! Listen!

Excuse me, I'm stealing one.

Rey is very "kingly,"

but he needs some lessons on the manners department.

-I'd love to help, but I can't. -Why?

-I'll be gone any second now. -Why?

I spoke to Sasha, his dad's a lawyer

and he'll see about helping me with Delfina's contract.

Would you look at that!

-Careful on your way in. -Excuse me...

-No! -I missed this place!

I don't believe it!

Borja, are the cameras on?

Obviously, Maika. Let's go!

Margarita, Merlin, Ali, Rayan...

welcome to the Lair of The Princes.

-No! -What?

Apala-lala-cachala-fachala!

-Fach, this is your place? -It's Borja's.

Technically, it was my parents', but through the League,

it is now yours, Curly.

Maika! Will you show us the lair?

I pass. I need a nap.

Come, I'll show you guys.

Do you have any other secrets for me?

I think not.

Because a little bird tells me you've been using fairyApp.

Borja, right?

I reveal the miracle, not the saint.

I'm glad you're getting into magic, Fach.

BRIAR - CAN WE TALK?

EMI - JANO, WHY DIDN'T YOU RESPOND?

Well, now the whole country knows.

-Your friends didn't know? -Very few of them.

I was waiting for the moment.

I wanted to say it when I was ready.

-I was a coward as always. -No, Jano.

You were supposed to say it at your own pace, in your own way.

What Margarita did was extremely petty.

-Is this your room? -Yeah.

I love it!

When did you ever have time to do all this stuff?

Could you explain?

You're just like mom, Mach.

How would you know how she was like?

Lets say, is.

Through Hans.

He tells me mom was joyful...

-Is. -Is joyful.

Kind, charismatic...

A bit clumsy.

But she had her own fairies. You, for one.

Ada told me a few things.

-What about you? -What about me?

Do you look like dad?

Hans tells me dad was...

a little moonstruck.

What century's that word from?

Hans' century.

He was sort of a Don Juan.

What a silly count!

I don't like that at all!

-Well... -No.

I don't want you going around flower-to-flower, do you hear me?

-I don't like that at all. -Chill.

He found the right flower eventually.

He fell for mother,

and they were happy.

I always picture them together.

Do you?

All the time.

Sit down, please.

They tell me you still have this whacky idea of leaving the Reina.

Delfina, I don't want to obey you anymore.

I want to decide on my own career.

-I know that some... -Don't kid yourself.

I've heard your mother divorced. Poor thing.

She must be working day and night.

To sustain a house and children...

And you're so talented.

Tell you what...

I'll pay you triple what you make today.

Plus a house for your mother and your brothers.

-Thanks, but... -Don't answer now.

Think on it.

Roll it around in there.

Go.

It's a big space. There's plenty spots to choose.

Either over there,

or I could have someone put our beds together,

so we can catch up and stuff.

There's more.

There's a song of mom's that I really like.

Do you know it? You might.

Do you?

I think so.

But it never, ever came

My blue dress was unkempt

And this corner's not mine to go round

This love isn't my love

But it never, ever came

I'll never know what happened

I left slowly, weeping and crying

Bit by bit, I left my heart

I've heard Zeki's having a lover's quarrel with Jano

so they imagine all that stuff.

I said that out loud!

-That's too far. -Little liars!

I can't even talk to them.

-Your aunt still has my phone. -Use mine.

It's my mom. I have to pick up.

How's my favorite Margarita?

It's me, Pips. Are you okay?

-Pips! How are you? -It's a long story, I'll tell you.

-How's Jano dealing with Mar's trick? -Boy...

Tell me, when did your friend become such a snake?

I don't get it either.

She leaves my texts on read, never responds, never calls, nothing.

-But... Where are you, Pips? -At Delfina's place.

I'll tell it all, but I can't be out too much.

You mean there really is a place you can't sneak out from?

I promise I'll try.

See you.

-So? -Zeki is rightly furious.

I don't know what got into Margarita.

I don't get it.

Pips, Pips.

What did we say about talking about those who aren't present?

-You need more lessons. -Let him, Ada.

-He doesn't need manners. -He does. Badly.

Pips, follow this finger.

Earth to Rayan.

Earth to Rayan. Copy, Margarita. Over.

So? Are you still in the clouds?

I want to go back and help, Mar.

Like I was helped. And like I helped you.

You must think carefully, Rayan.

I won't let you enter the wolf's den.

-My God. -What's with you?

What?

In the end, we never really change!

You're still the same generous and courageous boy!

Come on, stop it, Mar...

Remember when you found me crying because I missed my parents?

-Yeah. -You literally made me fly.

-Where did we go? South India? -Yeah, with Pierre.

-And Antoine, his pilot boyfriend. -We entered...

-...the temple on the elephant! -Yeah!

-Awesome! -The temple!

-They were so shocked... -What's so funny?

The adventure on the elephant...

"Release the children! It's just a prank!"

You never spoke properly, now it's much worse!

No, but that's what I heard in Hindi.

When we made it down, we were... remember?

-The other side! -We found that monkey.

-The monkey! Remember his hat? -Yeah!

Wait.

What fantasy! Delirium and excess finally join.

Take this to the boys, would you?

Sure.

I'll leave you with your omachi.

Well, that was weird.

My mom's still a bit shocked.

But she said we could talk whenever I wanted.

About anything.

If you want to close the closet, just ask me.

We're friends, no matter what.

You deserve a life without lies. Whenever you want it.

Even if it wasn't in my plans,

I know I want to do this.

And I'd love your company.

-No. No. -No. No.

Even you are more fun than these people.

I'm kidding, don't make a scene.

Go on, let's see... No.

No.

It's just like you. It's tough.

Zero grace, zero seasoning...

And very friendly.

Careful with Yamila.

Her self-esteem is hanging on by a thread.

Don't be mean! Yamila is made of glass.

You can't upset her.

Just kidding.

When will we go to Chile to get your brother?

We have to regroup first.

And find out where he gets funds from.

What about our social lives?

I want to go around, walk, maybe dance a little...

Sure, dance away

while those butchers sit on the throne.

Great plan, Borja!

It's not a bad idea, Borja is right.

A little socializing would be good.

We could do a party.

-I don't believe this. -Borja scores.

Nothing like a first love to make us laugh, no?

-What's that supposed to mean? -It's not "supposed" to,

I said out loud: Margarita has more chemistry with Rayan than you.

You are totally mismatched with her and with the rest of us.

-Maika. -It's okay, Fach. Let her speak.

I don't need your permission to speak my mind.

I just speak it.

Fine.

Do you think I'm like my dad?

No.

I think you want to be different...

but wanting's not enough.

You have to let go of everything your daddy stole.

Once you start using effort to get the things you want,

maybe I'll consider making you one of us.

-Enough, queen. Enough. -Stop.

Enough of these painfully boring, bland, talentless people.

I haven't introduced myself. Come closer.

Polo Beltran, 35 years old.

A Scorpio like you, queen.

What can I do? Well, I can sing.

The city's hot with gray asphalt

The stoplight cuts you down right there

Just another, but so different A dream, a vision

The bus arrives

Passion

And it's your eyes

They provoke me, rock me I dreamt about you

You sped by, with flowing hair The yellow light

You danced in the wind And I dreamt of you

And if you think that's all I've got,

you're wrong, queen, I can dance too!

I dreamt of you I don't remember what happened

I just looked at you I revealed your skin and took you

You were mine the second I imagined you

If you're hungry, I can cook!

I looked at you

We made love furiously and slowly

Your eyes and mine Crashed into each other

Time doesn't flow like your hair does

I dreamt of you

Yes, queen, I'm piloting. I'm on my way.

Bring him here.

Yeah, maybe. Who knows?

I love this warrior Margarita.

Maika lent it to me.

I like all versions, though:

the warrior, the plebeian, the princess...

Mar, why are you ignoring me?

You know exactly why, mister.

It's bad. You called me "mister."

Don't play with me,

we're out of the sweet talk period and on the toxic period.

You know very well that I don't like jealousy

or joking about!

I'm not jealous.

Well, just a little

Not because I'm suspicious of you or Rayo.

I just don't like not being a part of your past, Mar.

I get it.

I don't know if it's jealousy that makes you say awful things...

or if you just think them in general.

What did I say?

"Delirium and excess finally join..."

As if you hate my seasoning all of a sudden.

Merlin, I decorate.

I sweeten, I go overboard.

I sprinkle, I dash piripipis on the bitterness of life,

because I love it!

I do what I want, with all that I want,

and make it into a musical fantasy.

Everything is better

with music, magic, fairies...

because it's part of my essence.

If you don't love that about me,

what do you love?

Come on, just answer me!

I love all of you, Mar.

I love your musical fantasies,

your sad video clips, your fairies...

I love how you season your life.

I love you the way you are.

Magic.

Sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel that way.

I'm an idiot.

Curly!

Curly!

Curly!

You... I mean, the other you...

-They canceled you, Curly! -What did I do now?

You talked about Zeki and their boyfriend.

You dragged the guy out of the closed.

Uncloseting someone is violence. I support Jano and Zeki.

She was always a snake! She betrayed her friends.

Gross! Snake! Liar!

Much has happened since they took down our channel,

but we're back, and we have a bomb of massive proportions.

But first, let's talk about what people are commenting.

Today...

someone talked about something only I should decide

how, when, where and with whom I share.

I'm lucky, because my family supports me,

but that's not the reality of everyone out there.

If someone unclosets another

who is not ready for it,

know that you cause great damage.

That's awful. I didn't do that! That's crazy!

Mar, stop! What are you doing?

I have to clear this lie up!

Everyone should know, that didn't come out of my mouth!

It's best if no one knows where we are,

what we're doing or who we trust in.

Borja is right, Mar.

Everything will be cleared up in due time.

Chill.

You have to trust.

I don't know how to greet you, my queen. A kiss? Do I curtsy?

A small curtsy,

-and a kiss on the hand. -Enchanté.

How delightful...

to meet you.

It's a pleasure! You got here fast!

Yes, I'm a freelancer with flexible shifts, so if you need me...

I'm all yours.

-Okay. -Should you choose me, that is.

I choose you.

I don't care what they'll think, or about the tests.

I want you to talk to Paz and mention I sent you.

She's the one who handles contracts.

-Now. -Okay.

Okay.

-Do you smell it? Success. -What?

Yes, definitely.

No, you have no idea.

He's handsome, funny and looks very talented!

I love him. I need Paz to hire him, like, yesterday!

I have to talk to his producer, which is his girlfriend.

Girlfriend? Who?

I don't know, some boring model girl,

she can't even speak but has the talent of bargaining.

She's outside. Do I send her in?

You only tell me now? Send her in, sure.

Yes, come in.

-Did she leave? -You called? I waited so long.

Im Polo's girlfriend and producer.

What's your proposal?

Weird. Did they say whether they'd come or not?

They must be late, but they won't ghost.

I don't know, they live with Delfina...

Sorry I'm late. It was hard to escape.

How are you?

Hi, Pips. How are you?

Where's Rey?

I don't know.

He apologized, but said he couldn't come.

See? He's a sleaze, just like Margarita!

Don't mention her. I can't believe what she did.

Maybe it was an accident.

Maybe she let it slip, but that's not all.

I don't recognize her anymore, she's weird!

-Draw in peace. -Yeah.

If you need me, I'm close.

-Remember, send the plans to Hans. -Yes.

-Have you guys seen Mar? -No.

-Did you? -She's not with me.

Where'd she go?

-It has to be... -It's a facade, I bet!

She was always a snake, mean and treacherous,

but she acted all kind with her "fairies..."

She was dazzled. She didn't even apologize!

To you? She won't even check my messages!

Now she lives in five-star hotels,

forgetting about us, here, on moldy old mattresses!

A pic in Copenhagen.

-Copenhagen! -There's a caption.

"Flíkiti! I don't know how to thank you, Delf!"

She's crazy!

How lovely!

My friends are gossiping about a friend!

If you're just going to stand there and not hug me, let me know,

I'll at least give it a musical spin.

Red hearts Are not broken hearts

They're hearts full of love

They dream of a better world

Dark hearts

They're asleep They're hurt

They're scared because they're hurt

I'm a red heart, I fall in love

I'll never give in

The dark hearts sleep And dream, they dream in black

For this heart, this heart It swells for love

For this heart, crimson heart

That walks towards the sun

Heart

Don't be intimidated

Heart

For the hearts that know no love

Red hearts are hearts with life

They have healed their wounds And feel joy again

Whole heart, your heart of fire

It'll always choose true love

Continue searching for the way

That shines more than destiny

Do you think it doesn't exist? That you're invisible?

Release the mirror, I see you You're so sensitive

I know it can be tough Your heart is very pure

This whole heart Is your fiery heart

For this heart, this heart It swells with love

For this heart, crimson heart

It walks towards the sun

Heart

Don't be intimidated

Heart

For the hearts that know no love

In a dark world Where there is no light

Only pure hearts shine

And yours shines bright

For this heart This heart that swells for love

For this heart, crimson heart

That walks towards the sun

For this heart This heart that swells for love

For this heart, crimson heart It walks towards the sun

Heart

Don't be intimidated

Heart

For the hearts that know no love

Don't, don't be intimidated

For the hearts that know no love