Road to Fame Page #2

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That's pretty shabby. But you know.

It's like that. So I just know.

It's a blouse.

It's called a top because

it's separate from the bottom.

The back stays open to show some skin.

So sexy.

Mara Enamorada, the legendary soap opera,

is being made into a movie.

We're looking for the new star...

Catalina.

From Ciudad Jurez.

Today's the 3rd, dear. Your rent is due.

If Catalina wants, she'll win.

She's pig-headed.

Once in the factory

there were a bunch of mice.

Mice scare me shitless. But she complained.

They were like, "What plague?"

So she goes and catches four mice,

dumps them in the manager's office.

Next day, bang! Traps all over the factory.

That's why she's gonna win.

She'll kick Enamorada's butt.

Just like those fricking mice.

May they rest in peace.

Good morning, ma'am.

Your body needs pampering.

Lavish on it the care it deserves.

Find your balance.

Your body is always in danger.

Maribel Flores Garca.

She worked in the factory.

Melissa Castillo Palma.

Anah Chantal Trujillo.

Nadia Mendoza Lpez.

Alejandra Regina Ramos Ortega.

Daniela Beltrn.

I knew them all.

Three are still missing.

The others they found.

I'm crossing the border.

And I'm sending for Gladys and the girls.

Here you're nobody.

You gotta become Someone.

Someones don't disappear.

Someones move around freely.

Bad things don't happen to them.

So I figured a movie star is Someone.

Like Salma,

who does what she damn pleases.

So I decided,

"Become a star and get the hell out."

I can't stick around here.

If I stay,

they'll kidnap me.

I can feel it.

No one wants to see 400 episodes

of the poor little virgin.

Now the virgin's gotta be

in all the tabloids,

have scandalous divorces,

and sleep with soccer stars.

- Bullshit like that.

- It's the boss.

How are you, sir? Here's the game plan.

Three phases. High exposure casting.

Aerial shots, interviews,

cameo a few hopeless cases.

That sells. Human interest, melodrama.

Narrow it down to 50 for the semifinals.

For the grand finale, 10.

Are we out of razors?

Live broadcasts. Phone-in votes.

Judges. We got the drill down pat.

We can't pluck her off the street,

but that's the point.

We'll polish her and polish her

till we turn her into a star like...

Like Eva Gallardo, for instance.

What the hell's going on?

Could you wait outside?

- I never wanted this.

- So how'd it get in the papers?

Lulu, go get me the layout guy.

One dot's missing.

But still it's not bad.

You see?

- The things you can think up.

- You're so damn cynical.

This is not the end of it.

It's just the beginning.

You know that door-slamming

rattles the set.

- You're spying on me.

- No, I was just passing by.

- What do you want?

- Me? Nothing.

Actually, something.

I came to tell you I'm off to become a star.

Ouch! Hey!

Well, if she wants to be famous...

- You wanna be on TV, you gotta do this.

- She made me all red!

- You having second thoughts?

- I don't know. Probably won't even win.

My ass, you won't.

Just use the headlights tactic.

Squeeze them b*obs together

and it's all yours, baby.

Gladys, you are so nuts.

Headlights on! No judge'll notice

that bushy mono-brow of yours.

You gotta pluck them. You wanna win?

Check it out.

- That's the remedy for my blue balls.

- They are hot.

- Which flavour you want?

- Your call, boss.

I like the one in blue. I know you, sugar.

- I know you, too.

- Yeah?

They call you Satan. But your name's Jos.

You kidnapped Maribel.

You take them and turn them over.

They never return.

And you're next, gorgeous.

That's what broads need, boss.

You idiot! You stupid idiot!

Now you have to go to Mexico City!

You stick around now, they'll knife you!

What a stupid idiot!

So, Xime, what'll you tell your dad?

Meet me at the Oscars.

Listen, ever think that in Mexico City

you might run into Santiago?

What Santiago? I am so over that jerk.

- You were so gaga.

- "Were."

Past tense.

When he finds out I won the contest,

sees my skinny new bod...

His loss.

He'll die when my picture's

on all the billboards.

Let him grovel for calling me Blubber

when I told him I liked him.

Let him cry, get down on his knees.

I could care less.

Expecting a high of 50 today, clear skies.

And Efrain Garca brings you

the hottest news from showbiz.

The clip we're about to show you...

I could help you go far on TV.

Baby, you like these puppies?

- Bought them just for you.

- Never seen better.

This was sent in by an unidentified source...

- Hello?

- Hi there.

- Eva?

- Imagine.

Three years ago when I got that video

of the two of you,

I thought it was only good

for screwing up my life.

And now it's going to screw up yours.

The things you can think up.

I swear it was only once.

And you didn't have to put it

on national TV.

Francisca.

What does it say? I can't read.

"For Domingo from Francisca.

"I admire you and care for you a lot.

"Even if you love Mara Enamorada,

"I, Francisca, love you."

Time to go. Daddy's still sleeping.

Enrique will drive you to the airport.

Here, dear. Xime...

Don't go looking for that ass, Santiago.

He told the whole town

you were a whale, dear.

Blubber, Mom. Not the same thing.

- You gonna call me, b*tch?

- Every day.

And don't forget,

headlights on!

Goodbye.

You don't like it?

It's not that.

I hooked up the lights and everything.

- They blink.

- I noticed.

- It's even got a pink rug.

- You don't like it.

- The thing is...

- You hate it.

I don't hate it.

- At least, admit it.

- Okay, it's tacky.

Ever heard of tact?

You're not going to upset me. I'll call you.

Pardon me.

Is this the way to the, uh, contest...

The TV contest on TV?

No, dear. That's that way, and far.

You're lost. Honestly, these girls!

Sir, you said it was this way.

The TV's that way.

TV? Give me a break, lady.

- Stop. I have to get off.

- The bus stop's over there.

- But I'm so far away! Pull over!

- There's no stop, I told you.

Everybody move back.

Dizzy dame!

Look out!

...with more than 3,000

of the prettiest girls in Mexico!

The place is packed and full of energy!

Gorgeous girls galore!

- Your name?

- Laura.

- Excited?

- Totally!

- How do you resemble Mara?

- The hair, the whole look.

- Confident?

- I'll win!

- You excited?

- A bunch.

You don't look it.

Come on, some excitement!

How hard was it to do this?

Hard! Tons of tests, gigantic trip...

An hour's drive? Huge effort!

- Why play Mara Enamorada?

- I don't know.

- You admire her?

- Since I was little.

- Confident?

- Absolutely.

- In what?

- My self-confidence.

What would you be willing to do

to get the part?

Whatever it takes!

- Where's the costume from?

- Mexico.

Way to go. Haute couture?

- Ready for the casting?

- Yeth, I'm the thuper thtar!

- Name?

- Mara Enamorada!

Hi out there in Tulancingo!

Access now commencing!

Numbers 1 to 100, get ready!

Wrong programme, Rapunzel.

It's PG-13.

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