Road to Fame Page #6

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One!

Zero!

No more phone calls!

Hell of a rating, man.

Go make them and break them.

Doesn't matter who won.

Let's do lunch, buddy.

You've made the decision?

Yes.

Well, now. Manolo, you go first.

I'm sure you're dying to know

if you could be Mara Enamorada.

Let me tell you that...

Yes...

...enia!

You could be Mara Enamorada.

Come forward.

Francisca.

You've come all the way from Oaxaca,

cheese paradise.

You've put your heart into it.

Now it's time to hit the road home.

Because you won't be Mara Enamorada.

Francisca, step forward.

It's okay.

You look lovely.

You'll still get a part in Mara Enamorada.

How do you feel?

When the moment comes,

it doesn't matter any more.

Makes no difference.

A word to the other girls.

Good luck.

Thank you, Francisca.

Gorgeous girl, pick up your prizes.

Let's hear it for Francisca.

And now.

The moment we've all been waiting for.

Who will be Mara Enamorada?

You look lovely.

You've enchanted all Mexico

with your lovely eyes, warm and radiant.

Sandra.

Yesenia.

Welcome.

You've worked hard to get here.

We're all aware of that.

I must say,

you look lovely.

You hear your name,

and time stands still.

And each second seems to last

your whole life.

You are not Mara Enamorada.

Because Mara Enamorada is...

Sandra!

Sandra is Mara Enamorada!

You never frigging win.

It's funny because the best actress is me.

Best of them all.

I act constantly.

Every day. Non-stop.

And they never noticed.

They never noticed.

Those bastards.

She was rooked! No sh*t.

Crooks! They were bribed. Carlos won!

- Let it all out.

- Cool it.

We're gonna keep kicking ass.

One day we'll be the winners.

We'll show the bastards.

What a couple of losers.

You're too much woman for them, fella.

I liked the Indian squaw.

- Genuine stuff.

- Sure, but no way she'd win.

No leading man is gonna wanna kiss

one of those natives.

At best she'd get the part of the maid.

It's always the same

with those swarthy types.

She couldn't have left!

Well, she did, god damn it.

And your ass is swarthy.

Go get Francisca for me. Quick!

Thank you for your music!

And now

a big hand for the man behind the myth,

Alejandro Mateos.

Congratulations!

Sandra, you're our winner,

but I have a surprise for you.

Sandra, you won't be Mara Enamorada.

You'll play the daughter

of Mara Enamorada.

There's only one Enamorada,

and that's Eva Gallardo.

Eva will not desert you, Mexico.

Enamorada will be the same,

but now more than ever.

More woman.

You'll be reunited

with your long-lost daughter.

Let's hear it for Eva Gallardo!

This has been the search

for Mara Enamorada.

Till the next time.

Why are you here?

To find you when you were done.

Well, I'm done.

It's snowing.

They caught Satan.

After the contest

people paid attention to me.

I was on TV. And someone turned him in.

He's behind bars.

But lots more are still out there.

The police aren't lifting a finger,

and don't plan to.

They jail innocent people to shut us up.

And the list keeps growing.

Jessica Cortes.

Melissa Castillo.

Nadia Mendoza.

Regina Ramos.

Orchidea Martnez.

Daniela Beltrn.

Anah Trujillo.

Susana Torres.

Gladys Ovalle.

God sends you signs.

And mine was, why Mexico?

What I want is to be an international star.

Straight to the top.

You see it.

And you go for it.

This is Ted. My accent coach.

I'm teaching them to read and write.

I ordered the books in Zapotec.

They take a while to get here.

Today we learn the future tense.

I...

Will...

Be.

Repeat.

I got to play the slut.

Funny, huh? A speaking part!

We'll see what comes of it.

Nothing's ever sure.

Like one day you have a friend,

and the next you don't.

Or a job. Or...

A secret.

But you act as if it'll last forever.

No choice.

Jonathan.

I have a song for you.

- Don't sing to me.

- Just one. You love it.

- You are so corny!

- Just one.

Okay. Just one.

I announced it on TV.

I'll be her godmother. Or her aunt.

Her mother, no way.

You wanna make me mad?

The report's in.

What do we do about the rain?

- Call it off?

- No, we shoot.

Eva, we'll give you a few grey hairs.

Grey hair? I'll tell make-up, sir.

Let's kick ass. What else?

Sound!

Action!

Good day to you, Enamorada.

Cut!

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