If I can't handle two girls,
they should fire me.
No!
Mirko will take the fall.
You will only be accomplices.
I want to know if
you'll wait for me.
I won't leave you.
You'll let her win
Miss Mexico and then,
you'll let us leave the country,
or I'll talk about what's
happened at La Encantada.
Be aware that you are the
young ladies Mexico has chosen.
He told me the
professor had died.
You have to hold
on for 72 hours.
You want to live? Only
the crown can save you.
I know I don't want to be queen
of a world that
will never be mine.
No, no!
No, don't!
This is your fault, understand?
You provoked this.
Okay?
Mirko.
- This isn't her fault.
- Yes, it is.
It isn't your fault either.
You're also a victim.
Drop the g*n, Mirko.
You're 30 years
old. How long do you
want to go to jail for a
crime you didn't commit?
Mirko, Raúl López Morton
pulled you out of the car
where your parents died, and
he always made you believe
that you didn't deserve to
have survived that crash.
- Isa!
- Mirko, listen.
You think it's normal to ask you
to pay him back with your life?
- Shut up.
- Only someone...
Shut up!
as broken as you,
thinks that's normal.
That love is paid back
that way, and it's not.
That man made you sick and
you can't be held responsible
for what you're doing.
Walk away from the
things they did to you.
Put the g*n down.
I know how to get out of
this together. Trust me.
Trust me.
Come here, please. Come here.
CHAPTER 8 THE FINAL
All of you stay inside!
Calm down, calm down!
Relax! Relax!
Listen up! Calm down, girls.
We're all shook up
with what happened.
But the press is out there.
And you have to behave
like what you are.
This country's representatives.
Okay? It'll be alright.
Don't worry.
Jocelyn, relax, please.
God doesn't forgive
people who do what she
did. She damned herself.
How do you know that
b*stard didn't push her?
And if she actually jumped,
you know what? Good for her.
She said she wouldn't
sell out and she didn't.
Not for a crown, not
because of a threat.
The cops are about to come
in to this damn place.
She did that.
So let them find whatever
they have to find.
- Ángeles, they're listening to us.
- I couldn't care less.
They k*lled Miss Mexico. You
think we'll fare any better?
I'm not going to
say what they want.
I'm not going to play
they're damn game.
People like us...
never win in the end.
So I'd rather see
their damn empire fall.
Even if it means I'll be
buried beneath the damn rocks.
No...
The impossible had occurred.
The queen had taken
herself off the board.
She has rebelled against
the rules of the game
and by doing so,
she had given us a
terrible form of freedom.
Thanks.
By denying the king his ending,
she gave us our last chance
to rewrite our destiny.
Let me help you.
How will you explain that you
brought her to sleep here?
I'll just say the truth.
What about Jocelyn and Ángeles?
How will you explain
that you and Raúl
sold them to a r*pist?
Because that's the
truth, Concepción.
Not the version where
you're the victim.
This isn't something
Raúl did to you.
He didn't take the
love of your life.
If you'd really cared...
you wouldn't have let that
monster get close to her.
Or to me.
Dolores's death,
our punishment, Concepción,
is your fault.
So stopping letting
everyone else
pay for your cowardice.
What the f*ck did you do?
I understand what that as*h*le
Hidalgo was doing here.
And to a certain
extent, I understand
that he wanted to redeem
himself by playing the hero.
I can also understand
that you made the mistake
of sh**ting Hidalgo
instead of that communist.
But lately,
you're always f*cking up.
But I can't understand is
what you're doing here.
I don't like things
I don't understand.
Uncle...
I think it's time you start paying
attention to what you don't understand.
Isa.
If you only bet on
the things you know,
the results will never
exceed your expectations.
What's wrong with that?
If you make me win Miss Mexico,
I can be your only
option to control
what happens on stage,
live, with the whole
country watching.
I swear I can guarantee a
favorable narrative for you.
Now and after.
Because I'm not here
just to be Miss Mexico,
I'm sure of that.
And I'm sure you're not
putting it all on the line
just to be the boss
of this f*cking dump.
Your girlfriend just
saved your life.
And also her own.
What are we doing here?
Who told you to bring me here?
A true tragedy.
To die at that age and
from a heart attack.
May God hold him in his glory.
In the end, he did us the
favor of giving my sister
a decent reason to
keep crying, at least.
How long have we
known each other?
Fifteen years.
Fifteen years?
And you were never more
than her assistant, right?
What an as*h*le.
The Federal Police will
be here in 24 hours,
to arrest the
governor's murderers,
and one of them is my nephew.
The other two are Ángeles
Santos and Jocelyn Cruz.
But they will be arrested in
Acapulco after the pageant.
What?
- But they're...
- No, no.
I'm informing you,
not consulting.
Sit down, please.
I need to know your opinion
on Miss Yucatán.
Isabel?
Isabel Ross is one of
our best candidates.
I don't need you to
state the obvious.
What do you need then?
I need a beauty queen who
doesn't jump from the roof.
Isabel Ross or Jane Doe,
I don't care.
If you can get the
people of Mexico
to forget Dolores Acevedo,
Miss Mexico is yours.
- But your sister...
- My sister?
My sister will be taking an
indefinite leave of absence
from the pageant.
I need you to go pick them
up, keep them at a distance
and not let them talk to anyone.
What do I do with
Elena Montes de Oca?
With Elena? Nothing.
She's my problem, not yours.
What were you
doing in the woods?
They took the rest
of us to a room.
How the hell did you get away?
Well, when the incident...
with Dolores happened, I
went to look for Mirko,
so I left before they took you.
What do you want
with that as*h*le?
We're together.
I saw how she tried
to convince him
to get out of this sh*t.
So then tell me, how
is she still alive?
Dolores isn't here.
And neither would you
if they hadn't sent
an idiot to k*ll you.
We're going to jail
and I don't know how
long we'll survive there.
But she, on the other hand,
witnessed another one
of that family's crimes,
and she's still here...
as if nothing had happened.
They had taken everything
from us so meticulously...
our dreams,
strength
and even hope itself...
that when we lost Dolores...
we couldn't imagine the
story ending any other way.
Others had to show up
to alter the course
of this story.
Stop the car.
Pull over there.
Let them out here, Antonio.
I'll give them an
hour's head start.
Take the old road,
to the waterfalls
and then, keep going.
Take them far away.
What are you doing?
You won't make it
out of this alive.
- Let's go.
- This is your last chance.
No. No...
Wait. Wait! Run where?
They'll catch us.
- Let's go, Antonio.
- We're dead anyways.
- Let's go!
- No, no, wait.
We have another option. I
have a copy of the video.
What?
I knew I was in danger
from the moment I saw it
and I made a copy at
Mirko's, to protect myself.
- You b*tch!
- No.
- b*tch!
- Calm down.
Calm down, please. Let's
think this through.
Let's talk about
this calmly, okay?
If you convince him to
give me the crown tomorrow,
I'll be in front of thousands
of people in the evening.
Live.
I swear I'll tell them
everything that happened.
Give me the video.
What for? To give it to them?
No. I'll be in the booth.
I can change that tape for
the one they always play,
after they announce the winner.
Mexico is expecting
to see paradise.
Well,
let's show them
the hell this is.
You'd be exposing yourselves
to the whole country.
It doesn't matter.
I have nothing to be ashamed of.
f*ck them.
What makes a queen?
Her beauty?
The way she carries herself?
Or the rare virtue of
being the incarnation
of her era's spirit?
Don't think that the task
that awaits the next
Miss Mexico is lesser.
No.
All of our eyes
will be on the lucky one.
Waiting and demanding
her to be everything
she promised.
What happened to Dolores?
That's what I wanted
to talk to you about.
First of all,
I take great pride
in announcing...
that the López Morton
Foundation has decided to create
the Dolores Scholarship.
A program to fight
drug addiction,
of which our next queen
will be an ambassador.
One of you.
That will be one of
the fundamental tasks
for our future Miss Mexico.
To be the light for
all those individuals
who are about to
give in to despair.
And the reason goes
without saying.
Where the f*ck is my sister?
No one should wind up
at the end of the story
the same way as when it began.
The transformation of the
characters which inhabit it,
is the measure of
my tale's success.
La Encantada had
changed us forever.
We had learned things we never
would have wanted to know.
But the most important
lesson was missing.
What'd you do to Dolores?
Where is Dolores?
- What'd you do to Dolores?
- No comment.
Dolores! Dolores! Dolores!
This year,
I've decided to put the Misses
in the same dressing room,
so we can tape
their final moments,
before the pageant. It's
for the final music video.
Here it says that I have
to return all the money,
if I do something that damages
my physical or moral image.
That's right.
Yes, but that could be anything.
Exactly.
If Raúl is the hand
that executes the orders
of those who have the
power, I am that power.
And I have eyes everywhere.
The pen is for you.
Thank you.
PRODUCTION
Where's Carlos?
I'm surprised he didn't
come with you this year.
He didn't feel well,
he was very tired.
You okay?
We have to cancel, Licha.
What do you mean?
Dolores's death was no
accident, we have to cancel.
Balbuena warned me you'd try
to involve me in your mess.
And I ask you not to.
Because I need this job.
If you don't anything,
neither will they.
They'll act like...
You're asking me to throw away
my entire career for a tr*mp
that snorted everything
she could find
until she exploded.
A total dumbass, who didn't know
what to do with her
five minutes of fame.
Thanks for the
visit, Concepción.
Mirko.
Don't go away,
I'll be right back.
What happened?
Forget everything
that happened, okay?
Promise me you'll
only look ahead.
Promise.
Thanks.
For everything.
Say whatever you have to
say. We're going live.
No one is to interrupt the
broadcast, no matter what.
We're live in five,
four, three...
Every year we bring you beauty.
We've been doing it
for twenty years.
We thought that if a girl,
from a town in Chiapas...
saw a young lady like
her achieve things
that only happen in
fairytales, or on TV,
we were providing hope.
To her and to the whole country.
But we were lying to them.
Dolores Acevedo is the truth.
And the truth...
The truth is that, in Mexico...
a young lady,
full of light and
yearning to learn,
full of life...
has a better chance of
winding up dead than happy.
Because that's how
they raised us.
They taught us that women
are made for consumption
and to be discarded.
That we only exist
only for the sake
of the appetites we can satisfy.
And...
Miss Sunshine of Mexico
has just been a showcase,
albeit more elegant,
for this despicable trade.
And my behavior...
has been unforgivable.
What's going on? Why
isn't it broadcasting?
No signal, I don't
know what's wrong.
I didn't live up
to Dolores's hopes.
I didn't deserve her faith.
And...
my whole life will not suffice
to ask for forgiveness,
from her and from
so many others.
How strange.
You're still in one piece.
Even though all of La
Encantada wanted to devour you.
Your severance pay.
I don't like having debts.
Do you know who Cassandra
was in Greek mythology?
She was a very beautiful girl
who drove the god Apollo crazy.
Apollo, in order
to sleep with her,
promised her the
moon and the stars,
and she accepted,
but only if he granted
her the gift of prophecy.
Apollo gave it to her at once.
But she said no, just the same.
An enraged Apollo
spat in her mouth.
And from that moment
on, all the truths
Casandra wanted to tell,
were believed by no one.
Go in peace.
No one can hurt you anymore.
And present to you
our Mexican beauties.
Congratulations.
- This is Miss Sunshine of Mexico...
- Those are all your pupils.
Are your proud?
Good work.
With you, the representatives
from the states of
our beautiful nation!
Guerrero! Guerrero! Guerrero!
Guerrero! Guerrero!
Guerrero! Guerrero! Guerrero!
Guerrero! Guerrero! Guerrero!
Dolores deserved to be
here, much more than you.
And here comes Miss Chihuahua,
showing off her youthful
beauty and natural charm.
Next group.
Energy, energy!
Quiet, please!
So you can hear the names
of our six finalists,
which the jury, by
majority vote, has chosen.
How exciting, ladies
and gentlemen!
Our first finalist is...
Miss Tlaxcala!
Cecilia Madrazo.
Fourth finalist...
Miss Sinaloa.
Sandra Fernández Ginés.
Fifth finalist...
Miss Chihuahua!
Jocelyn Cruz Reynosa!
And last but not least,
the sixth finalist is...
Miss Yucatán!
Isabel Ross Almada!
Let's hear it for them!
And now...
It's time.
Raúl López Morton
managed to curse me.
Like Cassandra,
he had condemned me
to fear my own truth.
To live with the certainty
that I was sentencing
whoever I told it to, to death.
Thanks for everything.
Be careful.
The only reason I forced
myself to forge ahead
and not crumble under the
weight of my own guilt...
was the promise
I'd made to them,
that I'd be with
them till the end.
Thanks for the applause
for our finalists.
And now, it's almost time
for the night's most
anticipated moment.
The moment when the jury
must choose our queen.
In a few minutes,
the truth would
blow up La Encantada
in a thousand pieces.
If we were able to
make that happen...
everything would
have been worth it.
But we already have it.
It's been re-edited.
We made some changes to the
candidate from Acapulco,
so it wouldn't be in bad taste.
The director,
Alejandro Balbuena!
Let's hear it for him!
Esteemed public,
kind audience...
It's an honor for me to announce
the name of this pageant's winner.
And to tell all the
contestants that,
just by being a part of it,
they are already winners.
Our Miss Sunshine of Mexico 1989
is...
Wake me up when we get there.
Miss Yucatán,
Isabel Ross Almada.
And before ending
this magical evening,
some images of all
the beautiful women
who dreamed of
wearing this crown,
and who made us dream as well.
Video in.
What? That isn't the
video I gave you.
- It is the one you gave me.
- Are you sure?
I want to thank
Dolores Acevedo...
Or Lola.
Wherever you are...
Thank you,
because you showed me the way.
And to all my
fellow contestants,
because without them,
I wouldn't be here.
We thought we could
survive if we used
our predator's
contempt against him.
I can go alone.
But what we never foresaw...
was that we also had to guard
against the threat from within.
I dedicate this
crown to all of them.
It's impossible to defend
yourself from wolves...
when someone in the house is
always willing to let them in.
Thank you, Mexico.
This isn't the end.
It's only the beginning.
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