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- Maybe he went back to his restaurant. | - There is no restaurant.

He lost it. No fish, no chef, | no Toninho, no restaurant.

- What? | - OK, one minute.

OK, baby, snap out of it. We got a show to do, | we got a show to do. Come on.

- What is this? | - Tabasco.

I don't use Tabasco. This is Brazilian | cooking. Can I have my "malaguetas?"

Orders from the network. They said | "malaguetas" are too hard for viewers to find.

- 30 seconds. | - Don't worry.

- What about the lights? | - Network wants it brighter.

In five, four...

Stop! You're fine. Come on. OK.

- Good evening. I am Isabella... | - Cliff, men want more close-ups on Isabella.

- Forget the mariachis. | - And lose the freak.

She's not a freak! | She... he's really very pleasant.

Hey, whatever you like, | but not on this show, OK?

Today we are going to create | a classic dish from the north of Brazil.

- Bob de Camaro. | - Move in. Have them stay tight on her.

- Don't lose it. Keep it nice and bright. | - OK.

Sexy. Think sexy. | We're not that interested in the food, OK?

Good. Great.

Garnish it with a "farofa" | and the sliced avocado.

And be sure and enjoy it | with someone you love.

- OK. | - All right.

Good job. Let's go get her.

- That was terrific. | - Brava! You'll love being part of our family.

- Come on. | - We've big things in mind for you. Bye, Cliff.

- Wonderful. Wonderful. | - It was great!

How can you go along with this?

Look, they just have a more | streamlined vision of the show,

because it's going national | and everybody's excited.

Vision? I thought that was my department.

Of course... Of course it is, of course it is, | but th-th-this is bigger than us now.

These guys love you, Isabella.

In fact, they love you so much, | they want you to be the focus of the show.

And what does that mean?

Th-they think Monica | might be too much for the Midwest.

I'm so sorry, Monica. They're businessmen. | They can't sell drag in Albuquerque.

Cliff, I'm not going to do | the show without Monica.

But you have to do the show. | This is your dream!

This is not my dream! This is your dream! | For me, this is a nightmare!

Isabella, please. You're a star now.

You belong to the world, to your fans.

This isn't really your decision anymore.

- No? | - No.

D'you know what?

I quit.

That creep. He turned out | to be just as bad as all the rest.

That wasn't Cliff's finest hour, but I'm sure | he wasn't trying to hurt anybody on purpose.

He's just a little confused, poor baby.

Hey, Izzy.

- Let's go home and get wasted. | - OK.

Isabella!

Sweet bird of youth, girl. | Come see this. Come on.

Isabella!

I want you to lead when we dance.

I want you to drive the car.

I want you on top.

I wouldn't want you any other way.

- Oh my. | - Can you hear me?

Go on. Go, go, go.

Oh, boy. Love versus voodoo.

Why couldn't you have been like this before?

I don't know, but I'm like this now.

Now it's too late.

Kiss me... then tell me that.

"Ooh, l, l!" This looks bad.

Isabella, what happened to you?

What have I done?

Let's go.

You're cooking now?

I must make an offering to Yemanja | so she will undo the spell.

Isabella, Serafina told you | the spell is irreversible. It won't work.

It has to work. She will understand | and she will give me back my love.

What's wrong with | these stupid eggs, dammit?

Monica!

- Monica! | - What?

I've lost it!

Girl, it's not the prettiest thing I ever seen, | but, listen, I'm sure it tastes...

Try it.

- I can't cook anymore. | - No! Honey, everybody has an off day.

- It's fine. | - Look, everything is a ruin!

OK, listen. Calm down, OK? We'll fix it.

We'll use the souffl as a base, pretty it up | with this stuff. She'll never know.

Yemanja, please...

don't reject my offering.

Give me back my love.

Isabella.

Toninho.

- How did you know I was here? | - Monica told me.

I came to say goodbye.

- I wish there was something I could do. | - There is.

Why don't we cook something before I go, | for old times' sake?

- I don't think I can cook anymore. | - Neither can I.

But together, maybe we can find the way.

It's working.

It's salty! It tastes like sea water.

- Toninho? | - Yes?

- I love you. | - You love me?

Oh, Isabella.

of Isabella and her Toninho.

They lived happily ever after.

And so did we.

Yemanja be praised.

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