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I can't believe it was just a year ago

"that I was blessed to wear this prestigious crown."

Because of this

"I was given the opportunity to see the wonderful world"

and all its beautiful people.

From Egypt

to U.S.A.

to China

to Japan

and my very own homeland

Philippines.

To my family

you will always be my strength and inspiration.

"I wouldn't have made it this far without each and every one of you."

"To all the lovely people who have touched my life"

and made me a better person,

I thank you.

This has truly been the time of my life.

I love you all dearly.

"As I take my final walk and embark on my next journey,"

I will bring all the memories with me

and cherish them forever.

For the last time,

this is your one and only beauty queen,

Trisha...

Trisha Echevarria.

Wave here!

Pose for the camera!

Yes! Just like that.

"—Wave! —What are you doing?"

What's this?

Stop recording!

What foolishness is this, Patrick?

Why are you in a dress?

Barbs,

make the lower lip bigger.

Jolie’s upper lip is bigger.

Wait. Who is this?

Angelina Jolie.

I thought you said Jolina.

Anjolina Jolie?

But both of them have big lips.

Would you both stop?

Don't they have an AC unit?

She might melt from the heat.

They only turn it on at night.

Have you heard from little miss orphan?

How frustrating.

That child was born with bad luck.

Both of her mothers are now dead.

Go ahead inside.

I'll pay for this.

Thank you.

Shirley Mae.

Where have you been?

Sorry! Sorry!

"Was your phone stolen? We've been trying to call you..."

I didn't know. I turned off my phone.

Why?

I didn't want Mama to find me.

"I was shocked when I turned it on and saw the messages..."

Mama...

Mama...

Even chemo couldn't save her.

Did she refuse it?

With her salary?

What worries me

is that one.

If I can, I'll adopt her myself.

Baby Adora is close to my heart.

I took care of her

when Ella got sick.

But look at me.

This is my sixth.

And the father?

Never showed up.

Not even a shadow.

After Ella's burial,

her mother Vangie, will go home to Bulusan.

And she said,

she plans to leave Adora behind.

"She's never recognized her as her granddaughter."

"So you think raising that child makes you a real woman?"

God gave her to me.

How can I refuse?

Wow.

God also gave you a dick.

"But you still want to be a woman. —Be quiet, she's sleeping."

Don't use God's name in vain.

You decided that on your own.

Really now?

Really.

How about you praying to God to get Gregory?

That's nothing?

Don't jinx it.

"I've prayed to God for a BF for so long. —You started it."

Well...

Consider it an investment.

As they say,

us gays,

we should adopt

"a child to take care of us in our old age."

I'm not like that.

What about the legalities of adoption?

She doesn't have a birth certificate.

She wasn't even born in a hospital.

It's your call.

I don't like her name though.

What is it?

Adora.

Sounds like a brand of rat poison.

Let's change it.

To what?

I am Shirley Mae Echevarria.

I am nine years old.

I like cooking and dancing.

I believe in the saying,

"Having a flat tire

is better than having a flat nose."

I thank you.

You bitch, what was that?

But it's cute.

Flat nose?

Hello, everyone.

I'm Jamie Shawn and I'm six years old.

I love swimming and fashion.

"I believe that I must be the change I want to see in the world."

I thank you.

The things you teach her.

It's cute!

You could have taught her a better saying.

"Good kids go to heaven.

Naughty kids go to hell".

"Blame it on the judges. They favored the grandest costume."

"Of course! Her costume occupied the entire stage."

She even had minions.

Next year, Shirley, I'll make your gown myself.

And we're going to put a long train on it.

It will cover the entire city.

For sure you'll win.

My mother is in Singapore.

She takes care of the sick.

She said, I can visit her someday.

Very good Kimby, thank you.

Up next is Erica!

My father is a teacher,

while my mother is a housewife.

She cooks our food, and takes care of us.

"Sometimes, my father helps me with my homework."

Very good Erica, thank you.

The next one is Shirley Mae.

Shirley Mae?

Shirley! Shirley?

Are you going home?

Yes...

Is your Mama here?

What's your mama's profession again?

The real question is:

What is your mom?

Faggot.

Her mom's a faggot, she's just like her.

She's ugly too.

She thinks she's so pretty?

Ouch!

You're ugly, just like your mother!

Yeah, you faggot!

"My classmate says that being a beauty queen isn't a real job."

I told her, of course, it is.

And then?

Then they started laughing because

you're a faggot.

And so you pulled her hair?

Then Miss Parco shut them up.

Aren't you a real mother?

I am.

I love you, right?

But I'm just not a real woman,

yet.

But I am your mother.

So you don't have a vagina?

Hey, don't be nasty.

No,

not yet.

But look, I have boobs.

Even bigger than yours.

Did you breastfeed me?

No, your first mother did.

My boobs don't have milk.

I don't get pregnant.

Another mother gave birth to you.

But,

I am your mother because

I take care of you.

There are women out there

who make lots of babies,

but it doesn't mean they are mothers.

That's exactly what Miss Parco said.

That's right.

"When you see that girl again bring her to me, okay?"

Why?

I'm going to tweeze her pubies!

She's such a bitch.

Being a beauty queen is hard work.

That hurts, Ma...

I turned on my phone.

"I just wanted to know if she would call and then..."

I wasn't able to tell her

that I'm pregnant.

"What?! — Don't hit her!"

Sorry.

Now, you won't be able to join pageants.

Why not?

"Some were able to join even if they have kids."

Just avoid getting stretch marks.

Why Angelina Jolie?

Was it her request?

There are seven looks.

Tomorrow will be a new one.

Awesome.

That guy,

your boyfriend?

Fuck him!

"He thought he could squeeze money from me. Asshole!"

Hey.

Language.

He wasn't even that handsome.

He's got nothing on Jesse. He's a jerk.

Jesse, again?

Can't you move on?

Just focus on your pageant.

It's only days before the finals.

Shirley Mae, talk some sense into your mother.

She doesn't listen to me.

Don't think I didn't hear you last night.

"You were fighting with someone over the phone."

It was a guy, wasn't it?

Shirley Mae, don't be like me.

You're already menstruating.

Don't lose your future over a boy.

It's just a dick.

Girl, that's too much.

Let her experience it.

Make sure you don't get pregnant.

You can touch it, lick it, or even suck it,

but no penetration.

Remember, you will be a beauty queen.

"Is it a requirement to be a virgin in pageants?"

What if she gets pregnant?

I don't want to join pageants anymore, Ma.

How can you say that?

After LIttle Miss Baranggay,

and Miss Girl of the 21st Century,

and Miss Young and the Restless,

How dare you!

I've invested so much in you,

I even gave you beauty supplements.

Damn you.

I don't want to be a beauty queen!

It's not what I want.

Hey!

Shirley Mae!

Where are you going?

Let her be.

Foolish girl!

Your manicure isn't even done yet!

Bitch, guess who?

Let me see.

A Lego person?

What Lego person?

Guess who, look at the mole.

A Lego person with a mole?

Bitch, you're so annoying.

Tell me who already.

Fine, here.

So annoying.

Here.

Yes, there's a resemblance.

Right?

Show off!

Can you guess who I'm impersonating?

Wow, yes!

You look just like her!

Really?

Yes! Regine?

Yes!

Regine Tolentino!

No!

It's Velasquez.

You think if Migs saw me looking like this

he will like me?

For horny boys, a hole is a hole.

Especially your hole, my friend.

They like it

tight.

Does it really hurt?

Only at first.

But

once it really hits the spot, and

you start to relax,

that's when you really enjoy it.

What was that?

What spot?

"Instead of explaining it, I'll just let you experience it yourself."

I'll get you a rentboy.

They're everywhere outside.

I don't want that.

Your Migs is not going to happen.

Fashion show, like that.

Sway your hips more.

"Like that? — Like that!"

Sashay...

sashay away.

Butterfly walk.

What have we here?

We're not friends with her.

What's the matter with you?

You're such a flirt.

There's the teacher.

Hi, Ma'am.

Girl let's go, I don't like it here, it stinks.

Come on, let's watch some basketball.

"Migs is playing. The guy who will pop my cherry."

How scandalous.

Have some fun, will you?

There are lots of cute guys here.

Not my type, they look too wholesome.

Why are they stripping?

I told you so, let's stay here and watch.

Okay, fine.

I hope Migs misses.

"What do you want him to remove? Shirt or shorts?"

That gave me an erection.

You horny bitch.

Look, there he goes.

Pray that he misses.

He's taking off his shirt.

That's his girlfriend.

I hate her.

She's so stuck up.

She's got a water jug for him.

Girl, where's your water?

You're not prepared.

She's so small.

So stuck up.

Here he comes.

Is he coming here?

Behave yourself!

Is he going to hurt us?

Fuck him! He can try!

How do I look?

Move over.

He wiped it on himself.

Now it's dirty. Wash it.

This year's Miss Gay Philippines is

Miss Trisha Echevarria!

Miss Bahamas!

Wow, your mom looks great!

Are you going to text her?

Tell her congratulations.

Why did you turn it off?

She's still excited.

She won't think of me until next week.

How long can we stay here?

Don't worry about Uncle James.

It's fine with him.

He's cool.

How about you?

"How long will you hold a grudge against your Mama?"

Just let us be.

Congratulations to all the winners!

"It's been an honor to host this year's pageant! Thank you."

See you next year, guys!

Thank you!

And we're clear.

Good show, guys.

"Miss Iza Calzado, can we take a picture of you with the winner?"

Of course. Why not!

I feel dizzy.

Do you want water?

Oh my God! What happened?

Somebody call an ambulance.

A doctor, an ambulance, a medic!

Look girls, Pia Wurtzbach.

I like this one better.

Megan Young.

Pia is Miss Universe, Megan is just Miss World.

"But Megan is the first Filipina to win the Miss World crown."

Right, Barbs?

I prefer Pia.

No, Megan all the way.

Miss Universe, Miss World, whatever.

Will you two stop?

Here.

Since she's the one who crowned Trisha.

Oh, Trisha.

My Trisha.

"Mother. — Dear, how are you?"

How are you?

Oh, Mother.

We're so glad you could come.

Girl.

Paula.

How fabulous.

Who's that?

It's Iza Calzado, Mother.

You're right.

I just saw her.

Really, Mother?

Does she have a new TV show?

"No. She has a new movie. And also a concert."

No —

Mother trust me,

"— I saw the trailer, she has a movie. — No, really,"

"— I just saw her. — Really now."

She's here.

Fuck.

It is her.

"I sent her manager a message. But I didn't think she would come..."

Thank you so much for coming.

My condolences.

I thought she was just exhausted.

We thought so too, Madame.

Thank you again for coming Madame,

We really appreciate it.

I feel really sad...

May I?

Of course, Madame, this way.

Girls, behave yourselves.

You're the one she chose, Ma'am.

Just for tonight.

To be her look-alike.

It's kind of weird.

Oh no, but in a good way.

Madame, can we have a photo with you?

You're embarrassing.

Of course.

"Come here everyone, let's get our picture taken with Iza Calzado!"

Come here!

Shirley Mae, come here!

Let's take a selfie.

One, two, three...

Smile!

Didn't I tell you to get that fixed?

I'll call maintenance, sir.

Pa...

I need to meet my classmates.

We need to finish our thesis.

Bullshit.

You think I'm an idiot?

You were just hospitalized.

You think you can fool me?

But it's true.

We have a deadline.

And,

because I was hospitalized,

we're running late.

Patrick...

perhaps you...

... should take it easy.

But Pa.

Damn you.

"I don't believe anything your foul mouth is saying."

Everything that comes out of it is garbage.

It's a lie over another lie.

I am this close

to kicking you out of the house.

"Shame on you for not only dishonoring me, your father,"

but the entire family.

"Be thankful I'm still letting you eat in my house,"

even though you disgust me!

Pa...

Pa!

I have to go to the meeting, Pa...

No!

Where are you going?

Where else?

What if Papa wakes up?

You don't need to scare me.

You're still going?

Didn't Papa say you weren't allowed?

I'll be back before he knows it.

Patrick...

don't do this.

Papa might not forgive you this time.

I'm ready.

Try not to breathe.

Mother Celing, it hurts.

You want to be a beauty queen, right?

"Since you don't have real breasts yet, endure it."

Mother, she's ready for shipping.

Put her inside the box.

They're just joking.

I know, Mother.

Tonight, the third runner-up

gets 500 pesos.

Second runner up

gets 1,000.

First runner up

gets 2,000.

And the winner

gets 5,000 pesos.

"— 5,000? — Wow, 5,000."

What country will you represent?

Bahamas.

Make your eyes bigger.

If you get Miss Friendship, that's 200 pesos.

200? Barbs, 200!

But if you want to win a crown —

impress them with your beauty.

In life, there are many mysteries,

Questions

that remain unanswered,

such as:

Why do we fart?

Why are some people poor?

Why

are others poorer?

Tonight,

I will solve a mystery.

Which came first?

the egg,

or the chicken?

"— Chicken! — Egg!"

Let me answer it for you.

As you can see, the egg came first.

Patrick.

Come here.

How dare you?

You have no respect.

Get out.

Leave this house at once.

I'll just get my things.

You won't get anything

Nothing in this house is yours.

Now leave.

I need my things.

No!

Pa.

But it's mine!

You own nothing here!

You want to be a different person?

Then buy your own clothes,

get a new ID,

change your surname,

because I won't let you use my name anymore.

"— Pa. — Papa... please."

"— Don't you dare...! — Papa!"

Don't ever come back.

Stick that in your head, Patrick!

I am Trisha.

My name is Trisha Echevarria from Bahamas!

Trisha.

Trisha...

Trisha!

It was bound to happen.

I wish I left earlier.

If only I had the money.

Aren't you going to eat?

I'm okay, Mama Ruby.

Who knows,

he might change his mind.

I am not going back.

How about your studies?

I think...

"— Mama, I'm leaving. — Where are you going?"

I might as well stop. I can't afford it anymore.

"Barbs will have to stop too. He failed all his subjects."

Ma...

I just need to find a job, then

I will look for a room to rent.

"You just moved in and you're already thinking of leaving."

"It's going to be difficult finding work. Barbs had to do odd jobs."

I do makeup at weddings, graduations.

"You see those whores at casinos and Makati Avenue?"

"They don't know how to apply makeup. Fucking is their only skill."

I still have 1,000 pesos. Please take it.

What’s the matter with you?

Sorry to trouble you.

Girl,

are you ready?

Yes, I am.

Wherever this leads us?

Even in hell.

This is so exciting.

Reserve your energy,

"don't push your limits, we have more pageants to go to."

But tell you what, the councilor here,

"If a candidate pleases him he will give her a bonus."

So do your best.

Is that clear?

Yes Mother.

"— Yes Mother! — Yes Mother."

Oh God, all this mud...

Barbs, look.

Girl, what the hell?

Look!

What?

Mother!

"I have an idea. — Girl, the things you come up with..."

What is it?

"I'm going to buy these birds and hide them in my costume."

So that when I introduce myself,

I'll open my cape and let the birds fly!

Fabulous, right?

The birds could bite you!

Plus, you'll be wasting cash.

Right?

But these birds aren't that expensive.

"If it pleases the councilor, I might just win."

Fine, do what you want.

Great changes are happening in our town.

We have fixed the power outage,

we repaired Maristela Bridge,

"and we built additional schools in Sijuco and Capas."

Will he ever stop talking?

The birds are clawing at my nipples.

Remember, you wanted this.

Hug them tightly so they won't move.

From the country of Israel!

Kuwait!

Turkey!

Russia!

Spain!

Ola!

I'm Barbs Cordero, 19 years old.

Haiti!

My name is Trisha Echevarria, 19 years old.

"Graduated magna cum laude from Ateneo de Manila University."

Philippines!

Our Miss Gay Sta. Rita 1998 is...

Miss...

"— Venezuela! — Venezuela!"

Miss Venezuela!

Congratulations, Miss Venezuela.

Thank you Miss USA.

There you have it, ladies and gentlemen.

Our Miss Gay Sta. Rita 1998, Miss Venezuela.

"Thank you to the rest of the girls who joined us tonight."

"Stop with the gimmicks. Work on your Q&A skills."

"Didn’t I give you a sample Q&A?"

Memorize that.

"Or you can crack a joke if you can't think of an answer."

'Can you repeat the question please?'

Or ask for an interpreter.

Or just blabber anything in English

say something like:

"First love never dies because first love never stay.

Is a first impression of every someone pleasure

everyone that you can never expect for anything else beyond it."

Something like that!

What does that mean, Mother?

Nothing.

Dumbass, just say it with confidence.

Take it from Barbs,

her English is hopeless,

yet she took home Miss Friendship.

Our next stop is Concepcion, Tarlac, girls.

It's my mom.

Let's go home.

Ma!

Hello, child!

Did you win, Ma?

Same as always.

First Runner-up.

"You should join Miss Gay Philippines instead."

So I can watch you on TV.

Dear,

I've been telling her that.

She refuses.

She's too insecure.

You two are too ambitious.

Even in small-time pageants,

I only get First Runner-up.

What more in Miss Gay Philippines?

"That's because your beauty isn't for small-time pageants."

You really know how to make Mama feel good.

Go inside now.

You have school tomorrow.

Here, take this.

"— Good night. — Good night."

Brush your teeth!

Yes Ma!

I'll go ahead. I'll pick you up tomorrow at six.

Wait, really, at six?

Isn't that too early?

We're doing make up for the entourage.

We need to be early.

"Stop complaining. Be thankful that we have a job."

I'm so tired of joining beauty contests.

These boobs have taken us nowhere.

Idiot.

All you think about are pageants.

Personally, I've given up.

I'm only still joining because of you.

Really, now?

Looking at you, I wouldn't have guessed.

Pageants are a nice way to earn money.

Yes, I know.

But we're getting old.

Your boobs are wasted on nothing.

You should use them to breastfeed some boys.

I'm leaving.

Good night.

See you tomorrow.

I'm getting sleepy.

Hurry, please.

What happened to her?

Put her here.

Ma'am sorry, you can't be here.

Barbs! Barbs!

Where's Trisha?

Barbs.

Good morning!

"Good morning, Madame! You caught me by surprise."

My sympathies.

Thank you very much.

I'm Flora, the owner of this funeral parlor.

Yes, I know you, Madame.

I've been to a number of wakes here before.

This funeral home wasn’t called Happy Ending back then.

It was called Libing Things

back when I was still a Born Again Christian.

What a nice lamp.

Oh, it's not a lamp.

It's a wrecking ball.

Are you going to wreck something here?

Where is her family?

Don't tell me.

That's a tragedy.

She was disowned?

Growing old is already tough.

Look at me.

All my family died before me.

That's why I take care of my boytoys..

So someone would be there for me

when it's time for me to die.

Look.

That's my boyfriend.

Oh, really, Madame?

We've been together a long time.

He's never left me.

Perhaps, he really does love me.

Babe!

Motel later?

That one is Bruce Walis.

We've only been together two years.

Really, Madame?

I noticed them yesterday.

Bruce, mop the floors next.

He's my embalmer.

When I die,

I want him to embalm my body.

I know my organs will be handled with care.

I feel like vomiting.

Joke.

The other one is 19 years old.

Although, he's leaving soon.

But oh my, he's always hard.

Oh, really?

Your funeral parlor is like a gay bar, too.

That’s why it’s called Happy Ending.

Every night it's different.

That was her last request.

Why? Did she know that she was going to die?

Did she die of cancer?

No.

A ruptured brain aneurysm.

We once talked about her last wishes.

She's very young.

What a waste.

Was she flirty with boys?

Even at two years old.

Good. She's very beautiful, after all.

She looks like she's just asleep.

Can I take a selfie?

Sure.

Can you take the picture?

Okay, 1, 2...

Okay.

Now, let's do a candid shot.

1, 2, 3...

Such a beautiful girl.

"Welcome to the semi-finals, Ms. Trisha Echevarria."

What an elegant surname.

I think it's from Spain.

A town in Spain?

Do you have Spanish blood?

No, but...

my mother loves Spanish bread.

So, where does Echevarria come from?

Nowhere really, it just sounded nice.

I invented that name when I was a kid.

Oh, I see.

"Well, Ms Trisha, you've hurdled through the first elimination.."

How does that feel?

Excited. And nervous.

It says here, make-up is your hobby.

And you can transform into any celebrity?

Is that true?

Yes, me and my best friend, Barbs

when we have nothing to do

we study and copy the faces of stars.

I'll feed my grandchild.

Jan-jan.

Oatmeal.

What about her? Can you copy her face?

Me?

How about next time?

Pick a question.

Okay, here we go.

Pick one.

Ms. Bahamas,

Who

is your role model?

"Thank you very much for that wonderful question."

"My role model is our blessed Mother Teresa, thank you."

Wow, you're very spiritual!

That one is cute.

There.

Where?

We start with that one.

In fairness.

Looks like a biggie.

But his nose looks a bit big.

Look down!

That's also big.

My ovaries can't handle the excitement.

You like him, too.

He's mine.

Stop it.

i'll just take a loot at it.

The doctor said leave it for a week.

Promise, just a peak.

Michael Angelo,

that nose of yours

might get infected because of your antics.

I don't have money to have it fixed again.

You're so irritable.

I'll stop, Mommy.

But thank you, really.

I've always wanted a nose job.

"That’s my Valentine’s, Birthday, Christmas, and Three Kings gift to you."

Didn’t the doctor give you a discount?

I’m saving up to get a vagina.

But I spent it on your nose first.

That’s why I love you so much.

"Shirley Mae! What are you doing there?"

We're now a family.

What, I’m a mother to both of you?

I’m the father.

"I may be young, but I know how to be a father."

Shirley,

starting today, call me daddy.

If you say so.

And you,

you’re now my wife.

And I am your husband.

Wow.

"Just because I paid for your nose, we’re married now?"

And one day,

I’ll get you your vagina.

Your vulgar mouth.

When it comes to that,

do you plan to quit stripping?

Why?

Are you ashamed of me?

It’s not as easy as it looks.

"And even though I show it to everyone, my dick is yours alone."

Keep your voice down.

Patrick?

Sorry, what should I call you now?

Are you about to cry?

Or just suppressing a yawn?

You’re so beautiful.

I’m so happy to see you again.

Your boobs are bigger than mine.

Thank you.

Are those real?

I’ve been saving money.

I've been thinking...

I want to be a complete woman.

Is that a wig?

No, this is real.

How've you been?

I'm pregnant.

Congratulations.

I thought I was going to die an old maid.

You finally got a man.

Papa’s doing well.

Papa who?

He still talks about you.

That’s history.

I don’t regret anything.

It’s the best decision I made in my life.

He’s still your father.

And I'm still your sister.

Not anymore.

That’s all in the past, Beth.

It’s better if

we just treat each other as friends.

I have a new family now.

It's so hot!

Hurry! We're going to be late.

"Calm your tits! You sure we didn’t forget anything?"

Put on your wig.

Later. Just hold it for now.

Okay, let's go!

She’s still not answering.

"I can’t believe she’s doing this to me, on the day of the finals."

Just call her later. We're late.

You think she turned off her phone?

Stop it!

Maybe her phone was stolen?

She’ll come back. This is getting tiring.

What if she doesn’t?

I didn’t come back home.

Nobody asked you to come back.

Excuse me! I didn’t want to come back.

"Whatever. After the grand finals, we’ll look for her, okay?"

We’ll call the police.

We're here. Let's go.

Remember the make-up kits.

And don't forget the costumes.

Hurry up, hurry.

The prizes here are huge.

You’ll get 5,000 pesos for placing third runner-up.

Just a tiny bit of contour here.

And some highlight on the cheeks.

And the dark eyeshadows.

Dark or black?

What’s that? That’s a lot of make up.

I have a gimmick in mind, Mother.

Another gimmick?

This will be fun.

Barbs will help me.

We’re going to copy the face of Britney Spears.

What you need to prepare for

is the Q&A portion.

Did you study the sample Q&A I gave you?

I’ve only been able to memorize one.

Which one?

There are too many.

This one:

"If you were given a chance to live again,

what would it be?

If I will die and be blessed to live again,

I want to still be who I am in this life today.

I alone can do the work in the world

that I am supposed to do.

I alone can fill the space in this world

that is in the shape of me.

That is why, if given the chance to live again,

I choose to be nobody.

Nobody but me.

Thank you.

Thank you so much, Ms. Venezuela!

Brilliant!

You may go back to your place.

Okay.

Up next is Ms. Scotland!

Ms. Scotland...

Pick a question.

Let me read it for you.

Ms. Scotland,

here goes.

Your question.

What short term fiscal policy

can you suggest to our government

"that could reassure and preserve the Philippine economy?"

Are you sure?

You waste your time on gimmicks.

Look at what you’ve done to your face.

You must be cursed.

"Of all the questions, you were asked that one."

Mother Celing,

they just won’t let me win.

"Who knows if that’s the question written on the paper."

Correct!

No one else won, aside from you.

Look at the your competition.

You shouldn’t have expected to win.

Why is that, Mother?

They are post-operated women.

They went to Japan.

Especially that Tonette...

Look at her boobs,

so firm as if she’s always horny.

Trisha, please don't make a scene.

Hey!

Fuck you, where are you going?

"I already saw you. Don’t hide from me!"

What are you doing here?

Trisha, why?

You’re asking me why? You bitch.

You seduced my husband!

"That's not true. I only asked Miko to help paint the parlor."

Right, Miko?

Why? Is my husband a painter?

"Since when did he become Leonardo da Vinci?"

He can’t even color a coloring book.

You’ve had your eyes on him

ever since I took him here for a haircut.

Girl, you’re being paranoid.

"I only have one question for you. Tell me the truth."

Are you having an affair with my husband?

"Affair? — Affair."

"Are you his concubine, kept woman, mistress?"

"Trisha... — Don’t call me Trisha!"

Answer my question!

Are you fucking my husband?

Wait...

Isn't that a line from a movie?

That's right.

Don’t play innocent on me.

You’ve been found out.

And you’re still playing coy!

Damn it, girl.

"Are you going to use all of Maricel Soriano’s dialogues?"

Teach her a lesson already!

You don't want to do it?

I’ll do it myself!

Bitch!

You idiot.

We were almost arrested for starting a fight!

It hurts!

"Thanks, Shirley. — Ouch!"

"Thank God, your face is unscathed, we still have a pageant tonight."

You did nothing but talk

and bitch at her like crazy.

What was that about?

That's all you've got?

That’s the best you could do?

You're a war freak!

You really attacked her?

I made her boobs a punching bag!

You should have also taken back Miko’s nose.

How much did you spend for it, Ma?

Let’s not talk about it.

How dare him.

I really believed that he loved me.

He promised he will marry me.

But Ma...

you don’t really love him.

You only liked him because

you thought no one’s going to love you.

Listen to your daughter.

I hope you learn from her.

You talk too much for your age.

What do you know about love?

Not much.

All I know is how you love me.

"I hope you find the same kind of love from your boyfriends."

By the way, Ma...

I found this in the cabinet.

Here.

This is Mother Celing’s...

"I wasn’t able to return it to her. — I remember this."

"She wrote down all the possible pageant questions."

You still have time to memorize them.

At my age?

I don’t know.

For the longest time,

"I've only managed to memorize one answer here."

Bravo! You’re amazing!

Do you want to work here?

"Probably when I run out of other career options."

Bitchy!

"Where did you see this? — Facebook."

Do you know them?

Aren’t they friends of Trisha?

But how did they know?

We have a problem.

What?

Let me see.

I’m the one who posted it.

In case you didn’t know,

my funeral parlor has a fan page.

That’s why her corpse is trending.

Look at this, Barbs.

It has 20,000 likes.

There will be more people coming

to verify if it’s a hoax.

Shit... that’s bad.

"Isn’t that good? She’ll have many visitors."

We stole her body.

What?

Her father might find her.

We won’t complete the seven days.

I don’t understand.

It’s supposed to be a secret.

Let's keep it a secret.

Can we take a photo with her?

Go ahead, but this is a secret.

Why did you let them?

It's for their eyes only!

Call me once you get home.

Hey, look at that.

Where?

It's Migs.

You got sharp eyes.

He's with his girlfriend again.

That girl's annoying!

Now's your chance.

Right now?

Yes, right now. It’s up to you—

Go, girl!

Hi.

Have you washed this?

Nice.

You should come with us.

Let's eat out.

Are you game?

I'm shy.

Come on.

Let's go!

Come on.

That bitch left me.

She didn’t even look back.

She hasn’t showed up for two days.

Did you try calling her?

She’s not answering.

What's up with her?

Look, she's here.

Trish!

Trisha!

Hey!

What happened to you?

What's up with you?

Trisha!

Will you please wait for me?

What really happened?

Hey, girl!

Trisha?

Wait.

Are you crying?

I feel sick to my stomach.

Are you pregnant?

You’re crazy.

Then what is it?

Maybe it’s something I ate.

Don't change the topic.

What happened to you?

I’m no longer a virgin.

Now I know what you’re talking about.

"You know, the feeling when something’s inside you."

At first, I agreed.

I told Migs,

OK, but he has to be the first one.

I thought of it as a challenge

and a game.

Maybe it could lead to something.

But,

by the fourth guy,

I started thinking,

am I getting raped?

I don’t know.

I was so confused.

You said it will hurt,

but I will get used to it.

They didn't force me.

I didn’t even object.

I felt so helpless.

You’re bleeding, Trish.

Let’s go to the hospital.

Come on, get your things.

So who’s bigger, girl?

Is it Migs or Josh?

It’s Migs.

"You said you were only hurt after Migs left."

Get out.

This is a family matter.

What happened to you?

Papa, it’s gastroenteritis, they said.

I think I ate something bad.

Patrick Villar?

You’re the father, sir?

Okay,

There’s an anal fissure.

"It seems your son experienced some form of trauma"

and it got infected.

What trauma?

Well,

perhaps you should ask him.

But there are several probable causes

like penetration.

Excuse me,

I’ll just get some consent forms.

You shameless faggot.

You’re not going to stop, are you?

Papa, not here.

"You’re disgusting. You son of a bitch."

Your sins are unspeakable.

Patrick, I’m trying to understand you,

but why did you do this?

It will heal with the help of antibiotics.

You’re sure?

It also happened to Sonia.

"— She was also gangbanged? — Moron."

"I don’t want any of you to get near Patrick."

I don’t want to see you all.

You don’t want to mess with me.

Do you understand?

What are you doing?

Have you saved enough money?

I’m 20,000 pesos short.

"Maybe there’s a bulk discount since it’s for the two of us?"

A total of four boobs.

Trish,

I'm scared.

Does it hurt?

Or you can use a stapler.

Idiot, of course, it’s a wound.

But no pain, no gain, right?

This is a career move.

Career move?

So?

Go!

"Miss Trisha and Miss Barbs, you can go inside now."

Hi Trisha.

I’m Dr. Richards. I’ll be assisting Dr. Villaflor.

Everything has been explained to you, right?

Trisha?

Opo. I mean, yes.

"I understand and speak a little bit of Tagalog, don’t worry."

I’m not worried.

I’m so happy that you're here with me.

Good.

Doc.

Can we skip my boob job?

You've changed your mind?

No.

"Give me a vagina first so we can have a child."

I’m just like you, Trisha.

You have a vagina?

This will take an hour and a half.

Just take a nap. Relax.

He is ready for you, Doc.

Hi, Trisha.

Hi, Doc.

Let's start.

We’ll just put an IV line.

Ma'am...

Ma'am, we're closing.

What time is it?

It's already late, ma'am.

Barbs.

Ouch!

Does it hurt?

I think so.

We’re already closing.

Ouch!

It’s a wound that’s why it hurts.

But it will heal.

Just take what the doctor prescribed.

Don’t carry anything heavy for six weeks.

And don’t remove the surgical tape.

That’s what the doctor said.

Girl, it really hurts.

Girl, endure it.

It’s for our future.

"We should finally win because of these boobs."

Miss Bahamas.

"Are you ready for your question, Miss Bahamas?"

Yes, I am.

Okay, please pick one.

Here we go.

"If you were given the chance to live again, what would it be?"

Wait, I think this is wrong grammar.

No, that's fine. I understand.

If I will die and be blessed to live again,

"I want to still be who I am in this life today."

"I alone can do the work in this world that I am supposed to do."

"I alone can fill the space in this world that is in the shape of me."

"I alone have a voice in this world that people will hear and recognize as me."

If I am no longer in this world,

there are people who will look for me.

That is why,

if given a chance to live again,

I will choose to be nobody,

nobody but me.

Thank you.

Wow.

Very good answer.

Oh my God.

Oh my God!

Just a moment.

It’s Maumau Zaldriaga.

Who?

The famous couturier.

My condolences.

Thank you.

I saw her on the internet.

I got really happy and curious.

What’s her name?

Trisha.

And you are?

Barbs.

"You’re the one who does the make-up creation?"

Yes, Madame.

Impressive.

Thank you.

Who is Trisha tonight?

Julia Roberts from Runaway Bride.

And this is her gown?

Yes, Madame.

"Pardon my French, but you call that a gown?"

I have an idea.

Is it okay?

How will you dress the corpse?

Why?

We can’t make the corpse stand.

What do we need to do?

Cut it at the back.

Madame, it’s ok. We can use the other gown.

Badong.

Yes, Ma'am.

Scissors.

Don’t cover the coffin.

What a beautiful transwoman.

Madam, she’s a real woman.

You’re together now.

You’re really meant for each other.

Ma'am!

This is the men’s room.

Why?

Do I look like a man to you?

Sir, just use that other toilet.

You're joining me?

Sir.

Show the lady some respect.

It's okay, I got this.

OK, sir.

Thank you.

"Go ahead. I'll stand guard while you're inside."

Why would you do that?

To protect you.

Are you looking for something?

Are you an angel fallen from heaven?

Let’s talk again

after you’ve split up.

With whom?

The reason why your eyes are sad.

I’ve been watching you with your friend.

Stop right there.

"Are you drunk? Maybe on drugs?"

You need to know that

I have testicles.

Maybe bigger than yours.

I’m just good at hiding it.

Don’t guys tell you you’re beautiful?

They do.

"But guys who think I’m pretty are animals."

If you're one of them

go away.

I’m only an animal in bed.

What did you say?

Trisha,

is he doing something to you?

He hasn’t done anything to me yet.

Get lost.

What are you doing?

Just wait a little more.

How much longer?

You're too excited.

I'm coming.

Now, open your eyes.

Wow.

That’s amazing.

Angelina Jolie was my teenage crush.

I know.

That’s why I copied her face.

So who do you love more —

Julia Roberts or Angelina Jolie?

The one I truly love the most is...

Trisha.

Really?

Your friend might come back.

We should leave.

We can stay here all day.

Why bother your friends?

We could have gone to a motel.

I’m not hiding you in a sleazy motel.

I’m serious about you.

Cut the crap.

The truth is,

you’re just being cheap.

I gave all of my salary to my wife.

I have money.

No, I don’t want you to spend.

You might think I’m using you.

I know my place.

I wanted a straight man for a boyfriend

that’s why I’m willing to share you.

It’s unfair to your wife.

"Imagine if she learns that her rival is a transwoman."

I don’t even have a vagina.

I know.

But I fell in love.

Straight right here.

What can a guy do?

Hide this gift before Jesse comes.

Is it his birthday, Ma?

It's our 6 months next week.

Help me cook for him, okay?

Giddy as a schoolgirl?

Don’t tease me.

"When you fall in love, you'll understand."

Why is he picking us up?

Nothing. He’s free today.

I hope you give him a chance.

He’s not going to hurt me.

What?

"You’re happy with him. What can I do?"

"Did you wait too long? Sorry, traffic’s bad."

It’s OK.

Get in.

"Hi, Shirley Mae. — Hi."

Let's see a movie after we eat?

Sure.

Ma?

Ma?

Ma?

Ma,

you can sleep in the room now.

He’s not coming.

What time is it?

4 A.M.

"Okay, go to sleep. I’ll just clean up."

I’ll just clean up.

My feet hurt already.

It’s been almost a month, Barbs.

What if something bad happened to him?

He used to answer all my calls.

Should I go to his house?

Do you know where?

Somewhere in Better Living, Parañaque.

That's it?

"So your plan is to knock on all the houses there?"

Good luck.

And if you see his wife...

you'll act out another Maricel Soriano film?

You are the intelligent one! The pretty one!

Bitch!

"Cunt! You took everything from me! Everything!"

Like that?

That’s overacting.

Then what?

Be subtle.

Like Jaclyn Jose.

You are the wife.

I’m just a mistress.

Fuck you!

Like that!

Bitch, always overacting.

Hey, smile.

He’s going to call.

You should be used to waiting by now.

Just relax.

"What time will she arrive? — Shirley"

Who are you talking to?

Hi, Trisha.

Hi.

I’m Diana.

I’m Jesse’s wife.

"He’s been in remission from leukemia for a year."

But his sickness came back.

It’s more aggressive this time.

He wants to talk to you.

Just wait for him to wake up.

I’ll be at the lobby.

Diana.

Nothing.

Where’s Diana?

She went outside.

"I thought I won't be able to convince her to bring you here."

She knows about us?

I told her.

I don’t understand what’s happening.

Why didn't you tell me you were sick?

Sorry.

I really thought I was cured.

"My sins from the past still haunt me."

I still have a lot to atone for.

I’ve done you so much wrong.

What are you talking about?

Don’t you remember anything?

You really don’t recognize me?

I’m a friend of Migs.

I was there the night it happened.

Your turn.

Be quick. So we can all go home.

"Meeting you at the bar wasn’t an accident."

I have been following you.

Watching you.

"My guilt is killing me for what we did to you."

So that’s why you’re so nice to me.

I thought I hit the jackpot.

"You’re just an asshole like the others."

Please forgive me.

I don’t know what’s worse.

You raping me before,

or you deceiving me now?

Is this why you made me fall in love?

Because of your guilt?

I love you.

Are you sure?

I used up all my concealer on your eye bags.

You look like you’re going to your funeral.

Can you relax?

Confidence!

I know how this ends.

Always the favorite at the start,

then comes the Q&A,

and I’ll fail again.

You will really lose with that negative attitude.

I want to win. You know that.

Yes.

That’s my only dream.

To be crowned a beauty queen.

Then, I'll be ready.

Ready for what?

I'll be ready to die.

Idiot.

"You haven’t met the love of your life, and you want to die?"

I’m done with heartbreaks.

Promise me this.

What?

When I die,

I want different make-up looks during my wake.

Before you bury me. Promise me, okay?

Trisha, that's nonsense.

Promise me. Or I'll come back to haunt you.

And I promise that when you die,

I’ll give you a beautiful make-over.

I'll dress you fabulously...

in gowns with those high slits.

I don’t like to wear a gown.

I want to wear a Barong Tagalog.

Tomboy?

Seriously?

I thought about it.

As they say,

the Lord gave me my life.

So if he’s taking it back,

I want to return it

to its original form.

I played with it all my life.

In the end, I want to honor it.

When I die, I will tell God,

take a look.

I made your gift even more beautiful.

More fabulous.

He will be pleased...

Girls, come to the studio now.

Double time.

Hurry up.

Remember, confidence.

Give me that, I'll do it.

For the first night of my wake...

Angelina Jolie.

How ambitious!

Go, they need you now.

Do your best, girl! Good luck!

We won't allow it.

Why not? We're the family.

"I won't allow it. — Can you stop?"

Why do we have to fight over this?

I reached out to you,

"because you have the right to know, being her sister."

But, I repeat,

you cannot take her away from us.

I have plans for her wake.

So do we.

I've already spoken with our father.

He wants Trisha to be brought home.

Patrick.

I won't forbid you to visit him.

But I'll warn you now,

if you decide to visit him,

"you can't be— —We can’t be what?"

You can't be that way.

For your information,

Trisha wants to be buried looking this way.

Your sister, Trisha.

I told you to supervise this.

Why are those still there?

What, Pa?

Those!

People won’t notice.

Perhaps, we should leave those there for now.

"I’m not going to let people see him unless those are removed."

I’ll talk to the embalmer.

Pa.

Can’t we just respect Patrick’s last wishes?

After all, we don’t know half of his life.

But he’s back with us.

I want his old self back.

That’s only right.

Yes?

We’re here at the funeral parlor.

Maybe tomorrow morning.

I’ll leave you to it.

You can let them know

but don’t invite everyone.

Hello, Barbs?

What did you do to Trisha?

If you knew your sister,

"you know that she wouldn’t want to be seen looking like that."

I know.

That’s why I’m returning her to you.

How about your father?

Won’t he get mad at you?

I’ll handle him.

Just give my sister the funeral she wished for.

Thank you.

I should be the one thanking you.

"Papa might come back. Leave now before he sees you."

Thank you, Beth.

I'll make you beautiful again.

This is the last night of Trisha’s wake.

"I know you’re all curious to see her look for tonight."

I’ve thought about this long and hard.

As her best friend,

this is how I want you to remember her.

In her short life,

she's worn many faces.

As a daughter,

as a mother,

a friend,

a girlfriend,

a wife,

and most of all,

a beauty queen.

Tonight,

I want you to see her simply as Trisha.

Trisha Echevarria.

The most beautiful woman I’ve ever known.

I can’t believe it was just a year ago

"that I was blessed to wear this prestigious crown."

"Because of this, I was given the opportunity to see the wonderful world."

and all its beautiful people.

To my family,

you will always be my strength and inspiration.

I wouldn't have made it this far,

without each and every one of you.

"To all the lovely people who have touched my life,"

and made me a better person.

I thank you.

This has truly been the time of my life.

I love you all dearly.

As I take my final walk

and embark on my next journey.

I will bring all the memories with me.

and cherish them forever.

For the last time,

this is your one and only beauty queen,

Trisha

Trisha Echevarria