Chasing Papi Page #4

we have you here now!

I'm so pleased.|You must be tired.

You must be hungry from all your travels.|- Yes, we are!

I'm Cici, Miss Puerto Rico's manager.

And this is patricia,|the maid.

Well, I'm pleased|to meet you all.

Ah, bellboy! Please,|the ladies' luggage?

Take it up to suite 907!|- Yes, sir.

Senoritas, this way, please.

And may I say, you are even|more beautiful in person.

I am? No, I'm not.|- Oh, yes, you are.

Hello, Miss Puerto Rico's line.

Oh, enrique! Oh, yeah.|- Iglesias?

We'd love to join you,|but we're in los angeles.

No, I'm sure I told you.

No, thank you...

but have|a great concert anyways.

Yeah, sure.|Bye, good luck.

That enrique!

Tomorrow the pageant officially begins...|- Move it!

With a reception-slash-brunch|followed by round one with the judges.

How exciting.|- Yes!

Oh, you must allow me|to send you up a feast.

Is there anything special|you all would like?

I would love|a marguerita, please?

Oh, now,|Miss Puerto Rico.

You know that our pageant contestants|are not allowed to drink!

Well, I'm sorry.

She's ordering it for me.|She takes such good care ofher staff.

Isn't that right, patty?

Why don'tyou make it|a bottle of champagne?

For my nerves.|- Thank you so much for everything.

Oh, oh, oh! It's my pleasure!|My-my card! My card!

If there's anything...|- Thank you. See you tomorrow.

That was close.|- This is outrageous!

Nice room, huh?

I'm not talking about|the room, you peasant.

They think that|she's Miss Puerto Rico...

and I'm some sort of maid.

If you don't like it,|there's the door.

And leave you two|alone with Tomas?

I don't think so.|- Where is Tomas?

I don't know.

Open.|- No!

Hi.|Brought your bags.

Oh, wow. What a room.|- The maid is taking care of it, as you can see.

Okay, if there's anything you ladies|need or want or, you know, desire,,,

I'm at your service, so just...|- Thank you.

What's the matter?|You don't like the food?

I'm just not very hungry.

I guess losing all your money in one day|can make you lose your appetite.

Here.|Have this.

It'll numb the pain.|- I'm not really supposed to drink. Thank you.

You're not really|in a contest. Thank you.

I need to have a clear head. I have|round one with the judges tomorrow.

No you don't. Miss Puerto Rico has|round one with the judges tomorrow.

You have to sneak out of here|without being thrown in jail.

I'm not breaking anylaws!|I couldbe Miss Puerto Rico,

No, you couldn't!|- Why not?

For starters, you're not|from Puerto Rico!

You think those contestants are from|where they say they're from?

Excuse me?|- I'm gonna tell you something.

I heard Miss Venezuela,|she's really from Nicaragua.

Help me out here, patty.|- Oh, don't ask me. I'm just the maid.

So why did your mom cutyou off?

Well, that's|none of your business.

But Tomas had better choose me because I've|given everything up for that 'cheating chico'.

Your parents cut you off|because of Tomas?

Well, I sort of...|ran away.

They just wanted to marry me off|anyways so...

You ran away?|I'm impressed.

Too bad Tomas|is gonna choose me.

Over my dead body.|- Anyway you like it.

Please. Please. We're stuck here|together for the night.

Soon, Tomas is gonna wake up,|and he's gonna to make his choice.

And I thinkwe all know|who that's gonna be.

The one he really loves.

The one that makes his heart...|bound in his chest.

The one that he cannot stop|thinking about.

A toast.|- To me!

Oh, god.

Isn't he... beautiful?

If only all he did|was sleep.

Why did you do it?|- 'cause he's man.

That's so depressing.|- That's life, no?

What do you do in Miami?|- I'm a cocktail waitress.

I was thinking about|getting a job too.

Anyway, I really|want to be a dancer,

Ihe kind with the pole?|- No! A real dancer.

Everything I know,|I taught myself.

And that's hard to put on a resume.

I know what people think|when they look at me,

I may not look smart,|but I'm full of surprises.

But what about you,|Miss Puerto Rico?

How come you're a lawyer|and you have no dinero?

Because I work for the people.

What people?|- Our people,

I fight the fight|for rights for all latinos,

I fight against discrimination.

I fight against inequality.

I fight for the people|who have no voice!

Que bueno,

you should save that|for the beauty contest tomorrow.

You know that I've... I've never been|in a beauty contest before.

And you're|not in one now.

Being a fake beauty contestant|is better than a fake maid.

Tomorrow, can I be Miss Puerto Rico|and Lorena be the maid?

And now, the moment|we've all been waiting for.

And the winner is...

Miss Lorena!|- Yea, Lorena!

Way to go, Lorena!

Come on, Lorena!|You're hot, baby!

Lorena morales, do you swear|to be my only, my one and only...

and nothing but my one and only|so help you god?

I do!

Lorena, yeah!

You're my love,|and I won't share you with anyone.

This is ridiculous.

I should be going to the ball,|not those tacky, ugly hags.

Help me with my dress!

The buckle on my shoe is loose!|Fix it!

Would you hurry?|I don't want to Miss the prince.

May I have some water?|I am so thirsty from my travels.

You got it, prince.

Certainly.

You're so very beautiful.|- I am, aren't I?

And I'm wasting away|in this horrible dungeon.

Would you like to ride away with me?|- More than anything.

Let's go.

My papi.|Yes, Tomas?

How dare you?|- How dare me?

How dare you!|- Keep your hands off the merchandise!

Oh, you wish.|- Hello? Yes. Yes, Miss Puerto Rico.

Correct. Oh, I'm sorry.|I'll be right down.

what happened?|- I missed my brunch!

Okay, I'm meeting the judges.|It's 11:30!

It's 11:
30? Move it. We have to go.|- Where?

We have to take the car|to fala's boyfriend's friend.

It's a long story.|- I have to meet the judges.

No, you don't.|- And why should we go with you?

Because we're in this together,|because we have a common bond...

and because I don't trust|either one of you...

alone with Tomas.

Okay. Fine. Then,|I'll just go downstairs...

and spill the frijoles|on little Miss Puerto Rico.

I'm sure motel 6|will have a room.

We're in.

Well, what about Tomas?|What if he wakes up?

Still out like a light.|- We'll leave Fifi here to guard him.

Come on, Fifi.|Let me help you get your favorite toy.

Good girl!

This is so bizarre.|I could've sworn I put it in here.

I have a better idea.

Hotel security.

Baby, I'm chasing papi,|chasing papi.

Baby, I'm chasing papi,|chasing papi.

Now we have to wait|for some guy named rodrigo.

We have to wait? In this heat?

Is the sun too bright for your pretty,|fake blue eyes?

What's that supposed to mean?

Only that someone in this car|is ashamed of being latina.

I'm not ashamed|of being latina.

I can't believe|I'm missing the pageant for this.

You're not in the pageant!

All right, all right.|There's the car. Let's go.

Okay. Okay, just a minute.|- What?

Just a minute. I gotta take these pills|before the novocaine wears off.

You can't stand a little toothache?|- Shoot! It...

it's a root canal. It's the most painful|thing you could have.

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