Margarita: Make Your Story Count

CREATED BY CRIS MORENA

MARGARITA MAKE YOUR STORY COUNT

He loves me He loves me not

I love him a lot With all I've got

In every petal I see his face

Telling me he loves me He loves me

He loves me

He loves me He loves me not

Thank you. I'm glad you liked it.

I'll show you my new choreography. I hope you like it.

Angela, open up.

What did we say about locking the door?

Open up. I have a surprise for you.

Honey, I'd like you to meet Camila.

She's your little sister.

I don't have any sisters. I'm an only child!

Do you know someone named Cami Ferrande?

She says she's your sister, and wants to talk to you.

No. She's just some delusional fan.

She keeps stalking me.

No. Block her.

I don't have a sister. I'm an only child.

ÚNICA, THE CHOSEN ONE

What happened? How can that be?

She disappeared just like that.

Did she vanish? What happened?

-I don't know. -Stop saying that.

Just tell me.

Excuse me, Auntie.

-Can I? -Sure.

I've been thinking about what we discussed,

about everything you did to get me here.

Yeah, sure. But I told you it's not a big deal.

I know, but I don't want it to compromise you.

And if that's what people think,

maybe I should give up my scholarship.

Or maybe find a way to show them that I deserve it.

Just focus on the challenges.

That is your way of showing the world

how talented you truly are.

Now, get ready.

It's going to be a long day.

It's so easy dealing with her.

Not like the other one, with her evil mind,

and her sophisticated revenge plan.

The other one is exquisite.

She's perfect for revenge.

What's with the long face?

L'amore, Ada. It's hard.

Pipe, my best friend, is drunk as a skunk.

Poor thing. What did you say?

He thinks he's in love with me.

But you're in love with someone else.

Well, no.

Just a little, but I'm trying not to be.

Is that other guy also drunk in love with you?

He says he is.

Did you see all of those daisies and thistles?

-I did. -It was a gift from him.

So he's here.

-Tell me his name. -No, it doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter. Let's call him X.

Okay.

And, well, X likes me,

but a friend of mine, let's call her Y,

also has a crush on X.

Of course X doesn't feel the same, but Y thinks he does.

Anyway, it's a mess.

You lost me at X and Y.

What I mean, Ada,

is that it's a love knot, and it's impossible to untie.

She likes to play innocent, like her mother,

but everyone knows she's cold and conniving.

You're being paranoid, Delfina.

She's been in several orphanages.

She's not the Countess of Monte Cristo.

You said her tutor was a French ambassador.

I bet the Secret Intelligence Service are working for her.

When he died, she was left all alone, without an inheritance.

She really does come and go like she owns the place,

but we should bring her back to see what she wants.

How? I don't know.

I know!

Yamila!

What happened?

I need you to gather the participants,

and announce the new challenge.

I also want you to check their backgrounds,

and find any irregularities or any lies.

-I don't know. Something. -But why?

I need to eliminate a participant.

You know exactly which ones I don't like.

There's that skinny girl…

I'm not asking you to describe the ones I don't like.

I just meant that you already know which ones I don't like,

because you know me.

I like seeing you like that, so vile.

Someone is in deep trouble.

Love is just poorly designed.

We should be able to choose who to fall in love with,

like turning a light switch.

Now, I want to love.

Now, I don't want to love.

As if we could choose when it comes to love.

As if it weren't lightning, that breaks your bones,

and leaves you impaled in the middle of the yard.

Love makes you so poetic, Ada.

No, that's Cortazar's.

-Oh. -Yeah.

Then, poor Cortazar. He sure knows how to describe it.

But, anyway, I have to solve this puzzle.

-I got it! -What?

Prendere due piccioni con una fava!

Killing two birds with a what?

When I was ten,

Pierre and I went to visit the President of Italy.

He was a friend of his.

Do you like the pasta, Margarita?

I like it so much.

You're an excellent chef.

Wouldn't you like to be a chef instead of president?

Maybe.

Now, let's speak in Spanish.

So you can practice for when you cook around the world.

Why are you sad?

What makes you say that?

You haven't touched your pasta,

and the only reason not to eat that delicacy is if you're upset.

You are very smart, bambina.

It's true. I do have some problems.

So, love problems?

How do you know that?

Dalla sua faccia.

Pierre makes the same face when he misses Antoine.

C'est vrai. It's true.

So? Did she stop loving you?

I think so.

Then you should forget about her.

That's impossible. Elena is the only woman for me.

If I help you forget about Elena,

and fall in love with someone else, what do I get?

So, is this a deal?

Internazionale.

I think that might be difficult for you.

Margarita, what do you want?

What do I want?

I know! To be president for a day.

Are you telling me that the president of Italy himself

asked you to be president for a day?

Of course.

And what happened?

I had the idea of getting Freddo out of his cave,

or he wouldn't meet any women.

We camouflaged him a little,

and went for a walk around beautiful Rome,

in search of a beautiful donna.

That one. Yes, that one.

No, I don't like her.

Especially the straight hair.

But it didn't work.

No. Freddo couldn't get that woman out of his head.

I have to find Freddo the perfect girlfriend,

but what does he like?

Brunettes or blondes? Maybe redheads.

Light eyes or green eyes?

There's so much to figure out.

So I started to investigate what type of woman he liked.

The ideal woman had to be a leader, responsible, committed,

but, above all, she had to be challenging.

Or he'd get bored.

This is the one.

Bellissimo.

Freddo, get ready. I got you a new girlfriend.

Is that right? You sure work fast.

Tell me about her later,

because I have a very important meeting.

Precisely, with your date.

What?

Bianca Francioni.

She's committed, punctual, and very organized with her work.

She doesn't play chess like Elena, but I'm sure she'll be challenging.

She loves to cook,

and she's a widow.

So we're killing two birds with one stone.

Of course.

Go on, Freddo.

-Bianca. -Freddo.

-Welcome. -Thank you. It's a pleasure.

They fell in love, got married, and we all ate piccione!

And I got to be president.

That's what I have to do. Kill two birds with one stone.

TIME UNTIL THE SOHO CHALLENGE

This week's challenge will have no theme.

You can put together a choreography, a short film, a song,

a painting, a poem, or whatever you want.

The winner will get a very special prize.

They'll get to be on the cover of my magazine.

They will also receive a scholarship

for the winter camp of Drama Madrid.

TIME UNTIL THE SOHO CHALLENGE