01x18 - Episode 18

[bunniefuu]

[theme song playing]

Oh, that girl's a bombshell ♪

She likes to dance, she likes to party ♪

She sweeps up everything in her path

Like a hurricane ♪

You are left dripping

You are left empty-handed ♪

I love it when she swings her hips ♪

She's a bombshell

And there's no one like her ♪

I love it when she swings her hips ♪

Because she alone

Is the power of beauty ♪

KLASS 95

THE POWER OF BEAUTY

"THIS STORY IS A WORK OF FICTION,

BASED ON AND INSPIRED BY

REAL-LIFE EVENTS."

[pop dance music]

-Mm. Come on.

-[groans]

Come, I need you all here urgently.

[Moni] Are you aware that if this fails,

we'll lose the sponsorship,

especially Mimi's magazine special?

The agency!

We went from anonymity to disgrace

-in a split second.

-Oh, come on, please.

It's our only choice.

-We'll have to wait.

-Wait for what, Shaio?

-Huh?

-[Shaio] We'll come up with something.

-It's just

-Oh, excuse me.

Sorry for barging in like this.

You picked up the habit.

-I'm sorry to interrupt, but Ms. Shaio

-[Shaio] Did you finish it?

-[Giselle] I have the dress.

-Let's see it.

A promise is a promise.

Be careful.

-Are your hands clean?

-[all together] Yes, yes.

Let's see.

No, don't take it out!

-Wait a moment.

-[Giselle] Careful, it can get damaged.

[sighs]

This is this is perfect.

Giselle!

Obviously, we have to make sure

that Yago doesn't touch it,

otherwise,

he'll notice something is up, but

It's perfect.

Thank you very much.

And you?

Why aren't you dressed?

No hair or makeup?

Hmm?

Get up.

I'm sorry, Yago,

I don't know what's going on.

They haven't brought the dress

and I don't want to get makeup on it.

[suspenseful music]

Someone needs to explain to me

what's going on here.

Where is my dress?

Someone tell me

where the Imperial Princess is!

-What happened to my dress?

-[gasps]

-Here it is.

-Nothing, Yago, what could happen?

Good, why isn't it on Bianca yet?

Don't worry, Yago, it's very clear to us

that this isn't just any dress.

It's the Imperial Princess.

-I know.

-[Laura] Yeah?

That's why it's here.

We'll dress Bianca soon,

but we'll do makeup first, okay?

I think

No! Yago!

-What?

-No! Your hand. It's dirty.

We don't want

-Oh, yes.

-We don't want to ruin it, so

-It's better not to touch it.

-Yes.

-Good.

-Let's go.

I'll "wrait" for you in makeup. Bianca.

-Get dressed, please.

-[Laura] Let's go, Bianca.

[exclaims]

You saved my life. Ask me for anything

No, you know what?

You'll be the head seamstress

You're amazing,

it's amazing you did this in one night.

You're the best.

I didn't think you could do it, but

Oh, Ms. Shaio, I'm so grateful

that you gave me the chance to work,

-and for trusting me

-No. Huh?

Hey,

I don't want to stir the pot, but

did you notice the weird look

on that model Bianca's face?

The way she looked at the dress.

[tense music]

I know.

Yes, I saw that.

Well, let's focus on this first,

on doing the runway show.

Everything has to look fabulous.

I'll take care of that later, okay?

[exclaims]

Do we already know Mister Y's name?

Could it be

"Ya Go to Prep School"?

[gasps] Or "Ya Gonna Vomit"?

No, no.

"Ya Goals."

[comedic music]

-I know!

-[camera shutter clicks]

-"Ya Go Beat It."

-Will you let me work?

[whines offendedly]

-[Laura] Uh-huh, there. A bit more

-[Óscar] Laura.

I bet his last name is

-"Ya Gonna Get Fat."

-Óscar.

I got it!

"Ya Gonorrhea."

Óscar, enough already.

-Let's begin.

-Shh.

Everybody to your posts.

[pop dance music]

[Yago] Bravo.

I love it. "Wronderful."

-Bravo.

-[man] Wow.

[Yago] Oof!

What a "wreird" city.

It's hot one minute,

-then cold the next.

-[laughs] Yes, you're absolutely right.

It's terrible.

What a "wreird" city.

Super "wreird."

Óscar, stop it.

Can't you see the stress

we're dealing with right now?

And you're joking about how he talks?

Do you want to leave, actually?

[Yago] Spectacular.

[Shaio] Fabulous.

[Moni] Fabulous.

[Yago] She is one of my favorites.

-[Shaio] Wow, the gold!

-[Yago] I love it, gorgeous.

"Wronderful."

[Shaio] It's a spectacular dress.

[Yago] Bravo.

Oof!

I'm "weally" sweating.

Perhaps it's the excitement

of seeing you walk the runway,

or it could be the scorching heat.

It's getting very hot.

Actually, I suggest we go to the plaza

-for ice cream. I can go, if you want.

-[Laura] Good idea.

Elenita, make a list.

Let's order ice cream for everybody.

Who else wants some?

-[man] Me!

-[Shaio] Everybody.

There's coconut, pineapple,

lemon, chocolate

-And you, maestro?

-[Laura whispers] Moni.

Passion "foot" on a "sugwah" cone.

-[comedic music]

-[cackles]

[Óscar cackles, mumbles] He said

-Passion "foot."

-[whispers] Óscar.

[all chuckling]

Hey!

Hey, stop it!

Don't be rude, man!

Stop it!

[laughter ceases]

Stop laughing.

[dramatic music]

You, walk toward me!

Everybody, quiet!

Quiet!

Yago

[fabric rustles]

Do you hear that?

Do you hear that? That's not my dress.

What happened here?

[dramatic music]

What did you do to my dress?

-Nothing, don't you see

-[Moni] Yago.

-that it's perfect and she's gorgeous?

-[Yago] No!

Nobody fools me.

I'd never use such tacky material.

This is a copy.

There is no Imperial Princess.

It's over.

There's no runway, nothing.

-But why no fashion show?

-I'm leaving!

Somebody take me to the airport.

-Run.

-Yes.

-Make sure to send my dresses.

-[Shaio] No.

-Wait a moment. Come here.

-I don't ever want to see you.

-Let me explain. Nobody moves.

-Bye, you greaseballs!

[Óscar] He was so furious,

that he pronounced everything well.

"Princess," "airport," "arrival."

So is it all your fault?

Mine? No way.

It was Gisella who used that cheap fabric.

And Moni, too.

-Moni?

-What, you didn't hear?

[Shaio] Yago, please, don't go.

It's already been advertised,

we have the models, journalists,

the cover articles.

Please, everything is ready!

No, let me Let me explain what happened.

You should've thought of that

before making something so cheap.

[Berny] Mr. Yago, don't be like that.

Let's take a ride on my motorcycle,

and I'll show you

why you like this city so much.

The adrenaline

will help you think more clearly.

Enough! Stop begging!

My goodness,

let me tell you something, mister.

I'm fed up with you!

It's not like you're out of this world!

You know what? Find somewhere else

to pull off your little scam.

-[scoffs]

-We're not buying it anymore.

Please, get in the taxi.

Get out of here, get in the taxi. Bye!

-Bye. No!

-[Berny] That's not the way.

-That's not the way.

-[Moni] Come on, Laura.

[comedic music]

[sighs]

Is the runway show canceled?

Canceled? No way.

And don't mention this to anybody.

[tense music]

I can't believe how stupid we were

to fall for it.

Grosso sent her as a replacement

and we hired her.

THE SPONSORSHIP IS OFF!

Nobody will know why it got canceled.

Everybody knows already, Paulina, look.

They're calling to ask

if the fashion show was canceled

to withdraw their sponsorships.

Geez, why did I ever trust you?

You're a bunch of amateurs!

[Shaio] Mimi, I know that what happened

was terrible.

And we're also going to lose

a lot of money, too.

Our sponsors are gone,

-the models were paid We're broke.

-Yes.

But we're here to apologize,

and, well, to show face because

Mimi, Shaio's mind is on the wedding.

And so is ours.

Oh, no, what am I going to do

about the wedding now?

Are you seriously asking

what to do about your wedding?

-No

-What am I going to do with the magazine?

It's a serious company, come on!

Oh, Mimi, please, the tone is unnecessary.

-Darling.

-Oh, no!

-[intriguing music]

-Wait a second.

Okay.

I know what to do about your wedding.

It'll be the event.

Yes, it's the first time

one of my daughters is getting married.

[Mimi] No, Pauli,

-I mean my event.

-[upbeat music]

The wedding will be the headline

of the show.

We'll do the photos, interviews,

and everything else at the wedding.

Look, all I'm asking for is,

please,

that the event takes place.

I can't take another failure.

No, no failure.

[tense music]

That wedding will be unforgettable.

I assure you.

[sighs]

-Unforgettable.

-[Moni sighs]

[theme song playing]

So you're doing the runway show

at your wedding?

It's because Mr. Yago was angry

and canceled the show.

And Mrs. Mimi, from the magazine,

said she'd do a special edition

of the magazine with the wedding photos.

Hey, are you sure there will be a wedding?

Honey, why do you say that?

Don't be such a shrew.

-What are you suggesting?

-I'm not sure Berny

will sit with his arms crossed

while that girl gets married.

-He doesn't give up easily.

-[Nayibe] Oh, no.

No, why would you say that?

That would be tragic, imagine that.

The models, the magazine,

everything is ready. No!

Nobody cares about the groom.

-[all together] Aw!

-He's a fool.

In that case, they shouldn't marry.

[Óscar] You don't look like a bride.

What do you think a bride looks like?

[Óscar] I don't know.

But it doesn't look like you do,

because you look anguished.

[poignant music]

Of course it's anguish.

Of course it's anguish.

I will probably disappoint everyone

in a few hours.

If that happens, my dad will die,

Mimi won't have her magazine article,

and my friends will be completely lost.

How else should I look?

You're right, I don't understand anything.

What do you mean?

Don't tell me you haven't noticed.

No.

Óscar,

if Berny comes to the church

and he keeps his promise

I'm leaving with him.

I can't keep up with this charade.

Shaio, if you do that,

you'll k*ll Mr. Joaquín.

Listen, if this is how you'll help,

then don't help me.

-Did I fall short?

-[mocks] Get out.

Get out. No, wait.

Go, but take this.

Meet me in the sacristy,

and not a word to anyone.

-Please

-What's with all this chatter?

Shaio, honey, you're not dressed yet.

You'll be late for your wedding.

-[Shaio] I am sort of

-Help her get ready.

Yes, Mrs. Paulina, we're coming.

["Yo No Sé Mañana"

by Juan M. Medina plays]

[whispers] Thank you.

I don't know if you or I ♪

Will stay the way we are today ♪

I don't know if after dawn ♪

We will feel the same thirst ♪

Why think and wonder? ♪

Don't ask things I don't know ♪

I don't know ♪

I don't know where we'll wind up ♪

Our skin will tell us ♪

Why swear and promise? ♪

[Bertha] Honey.

Would you like a beer?

No, Mom, you know what?

I shouldn't drink,

I'm going out on the bike.

What? No, not the bike.

Where are you going with it?

No, please don't, Berny.

No, Berny!

Listen to me.

If the world will end

I don't know if I'm for you ♪

Be careful, okay?

If you're for me ♪

If we'll love or hate each other ♪

I don't know about tomorrow ♪

[camera shutter clicks]

Come on, Shaio, stop it.

Stand still, please.

You'll make me nervous.

And you'll damage the dress.

What are we waiting for, exactly?

[chuckles] What do you mean?

For people to arrive,

for the groom to arrive,

we can't be the first ones.

-[Óscar moans]

-Good things come to those who wait.

[Shaio] Dear lovely Mimi,

I ask that you read these lines closely,

and that you forgive me

for what I'm about to do.

-How does everything look, the flowers?

-Fabulous.

-They're gorgeous, Nico outdid himself.

-Great.

-That's a relief.

-Good.

[Shaio] But above all,

that you understand me.

Please help me speak to my parents

so they can forgive me.

I tried to keep this from happening

-[motorcycle engine revs]

-but it was impossible.

[Shaio] Please forgive me.

[motorcycle engine revs]

-Óscar.

-Huh?

Come here.

Take this to Mimi, please, quickly.

Hurry!

[dramatic music]

[guests chattering]

-It's unbelievable, right?

-Mimi.

Shaio.

[intriguing music]

[motorcycle engine rumbling]

[intriguing music intensifies]

[motorcycle engine revs]

[emotional music]

What are you doing here?

What do you mean, my love?

It's my wedding, our wedding.

I mean, what are you doing

on that motorcycle?

-I really nailed it with this, huh?

-[Joaquín] Guys.

-My in-laws, how are you? Excellent. Yes.

-Fine. Happy.

I want this to be

the greatest wedding in the world

for the most special daughter.

Honey, thank you for this gift.

It's what keeps me alive.

You know better than anybody.

[Nico] All right,

I'll head to the altar, my love,

my beautiful sweetheart.

I love you and I'll see you.

[giddy laugh]

[dramatic music]

Honey, Nico outdid himself

with the church arrangements.

It's spectacular.

I feel bad that I didn't trust him,

honestly.

Are you wearing sneakers?

It's my fault, Mom.

I was in charge of getting them.

[Paulina] Oh.

Right?

[Paulina] Okay, and this jacket

-Okay, I'll see you in a bit.

-Okay. We're coming.

-Get changed!

-Yes.

-[Óscar] Hang on.

-[tense musical sting]

Before we head to the divine ceremony

where two souls unite their misfortune,

there's a crucial issue pending,

which happened an hour earlier.

[tense music]

Mr. Joaquín, how are you doing?

Is it the season

for graduations and First Communions yet?

And weddings.

[elevator dings]

I didn't know Paulina hired Edgar

to do the wedding decorations.

My uncle almost died.

["Wedding March" plays]

Oh my God.

Here, honey.

Dad.

Sweetheart.

Can you tell me why this man is here?

-Who invited him?

-I don't know.

I guess

Nicolás hired him to do the flowers.

-Don't tell me he's coming to the party.

-Of course not.

Joaquín, please,

change the look on your face.

People are going to notice.

They'll think there's a problem

with the newlyweds.

Honey, I beg you,

let's enjoy our daughter's wedding today.

Tomorrow is a new day.

[tense music]

Did you see the artwork?

But Joaquín couldn't shake the idea

from his head, not for a single second.

[Nico] Thank you so much.

-[Mimi] Hi! Everything looks so beautiful.

-Welcome.

The flowers are gorgeous,

the music, the ceremony.

I loved it.

And you.

Mm.

So beautiful.

Hey, tonight is going to be perfect.

And you're not getting out

of dancing with me.

-Yes, sir.

-Oh, okay!

-You owe me that.

-[Joaquín chuckles]

Mrs. Paulina, how are you?

[tense music]

Mr. Joaquín.

How are you doing?

[tense music continues]

Well,

I wish you both

a life full of success and joy.

Thank you.

I sent the gift to your house.

I'm sorry I didn't use the list,

but I'm sure you'll like it.

Thank you.

-Thanks so much, Edgar.

-Okay, excuse me.

If you'll excuse me,

I'll also use the restroom.

[tense music]

One second, I'll be back.

Tell me, when did you decide

to invite a mobster

to my daughter's wedding?

It's also my wedding, Joaquín.

That doesn't give you the right

to bring a guy like him here.

I don't follow.

Edgar?

Is that it?

He's helping with the flowers

and the music.

What's the problem? He's a decorator.

And everyone loved what he did.

-A decorator who's connected to the mob.

-No!

Who must have k*lled

who knows how many people.

You'll have to forgive me,

but I don't judge people like that.

Those are rumors.

Do you know what the truth is?

When I needed help,

that guy was the only one

who wanted to help me.

I don't have any parents,

my uncle screwed up.

What could I do?

Disappoint the woman I love?

My family, which is you? I couldn't.

You were so excited about the wedding,

how could I?

So that guy only got involved

in choosing the music and flowers.

I don't owe him a peso.

[tense musical sting]

How do we arrange the payment?

Don't worry about that.

Send the bills to my office

and I'll pay them.

And don't worry about the price.

I get a discount.

I paid for everything, of course.

I didn't work honestly my whole life

to have a mobster tarnish my reputation.

Me neither.

And I'm not

looking to start working

and have that happen to me, of course.

I'll look after my image and yours.

I'll never forgive you

for what you did to me today.

Pray that that man is discreet.

And that he doesn't connect

with anyone at the party.

-Are you the magazine photographer?

-Yes, sir.

Look, this is for you.

Take it, relax.

It's an appreciation for your work,

your talent. Hmm?

I'll be walking among the guests

and I need you to take pictures of me

with all the guests.

I'll be watching. If you are good,

I'll double your tip at the end.

-As you wish, Mr

-Edgar Trejos.

Interior decorator, a lover of good art.

Jot that down or you'll forget.

Are you putting out

a wedding special edition?

-Yes, sir.

-Okay, good.

I'll be in it. The more I appear,

the more generous I get.

Those weren't the only pictures.

So Joaquín put a camera

on each table so that each person

could take their own photo.

Joaquín put cameras on the tables

because, like you,

it was too much for him to capture

these fraternal moments,

of family, of friends.

Hey, Óscar, don't be disrespectful, okay?

Agustín isn't a wedding

or event photographer.

He's a fashion artist.

[Óscar] Sure, he's so sophisticated.

That'll come to an end one day, anyway.

One day, you'll be able

to take photos with this.

And all these cameras

and the more professional ones,

like the one our artist here must have,

will be gone.

Everything will be here.

-Yes.

-[Laura chuckles]

Unfortunately,

I'll be old when that happens.

[Moni] Oh, yes.

Óscar, one question.

Did you learn all of that in California?

-It shows. [puffs]

-[all laugh]

[Óscar] I did, actually.

They'd study all the future trends there,

like the development of this device.

And just so you know,

everybody will have a cell phone.

Nobody will ever replace

this little tool called a camera.

Let's stop talking nonsense

-and let's take a photo.

-Yes.

Okay.

-No, Óscar, go over there.

-Huh?

Excuse the lovers.

Are you having a good time?

How's everything?

A picture? I'll take a picture.

We'll save the good memory of this moment.

Over here. That's it.

[dramatic music]

Here. Laurita.

Edgar Trejos, interior decorator.

Can we take a picture? One, two, three.

Will you take a picture with me?

And the bride?

Where was the bride?

I don't want to be here, I

I need to get out of here, please.

Please, help me get a taxi.

-What are you saying?

-Please.

We're not getting a taxi,

you need something else.

A drink and a good dance.

-[sighs]

-Come on.

I hear you.

Getting married must be tough.

But you still have a lot

of beautiful things ahead of you.

Plus everything you have today,

the surprise he's prepared for everyone,

how can you leave?

Oh my God, now all I need

is for that to go wrong.

Just what I needed.

No, it won't go wrong.

And don't worry. Listen.

Everything goes well for women like you.

Believe me.

Stop crying, you'll ruin your makeup.

-Even more.

-Listen to me.

Life goes on.

I'll be back.

[melancholic music]

-Look, this is yours.

-Shaio.

-Thanks.

-Okay.

[wedding waltz music plays]

[Nico] No, like this.

[Joaquín] Just a few words

to thank all of you.

If Shaio is happy, I'm immensely happy,

because I know we're giving her

the most important thing

that parents could give their children.

A good name built on work,

without unprincipled people

who lack values.

A life of decent work.

An inheritance

of honesty.

[tense music]

I hope you can appreciate this.

It's all I'm going to leave you.

So, cheers!

[all together] Cheers.

To my dad.

[camera shutter clicks]

Nico was clueless.

Nico and everybody else.

So let's talk about the next day.

[man over radio] It is 35 degrees

in Bogotá today.

Yes, you heard right.

We're talking about how things

heated up last night

at none other

than Shaio Domínguez's wedding

with businessman Nico Rocha.

Hey, who else

other than the divine, talented,

and glamorous Shaio Domínguez

could come up with the idea,

make it happen, and pull it off like this?

And what a way to do it, too.

[cheering]

[man over radio] Two big events in one,

a wedding and a fashion show.

Gorgeous.

[classical music plays]

Beautiful.

[mouthing]

And those amazing women.

Tell me, where in Colombia

did they find them?

Where were they hiding?

All of them were gorgeous.

Especially one of them.

And you can say that,

having examined her up close.

-Hello, good evening.

-Hello, good evening, how are you?

Let me introduce myself, I'm Pedro Suárez.

You must recognize me,

especially by the voice, perhaps.

-Yes, how are you?

-AM radio.

-Yes, Andrea Vanessa Sepúlveda.

-Andrea Vanessa, a pleasure, how are you?

-Good.

-What are you drink? Okay.

Cheers, sweetheart.

-My pleasure. It's

-Cheers. How are you?

She left at midnight, like Cinderella,

she disappeared.

She didn't even leave half a shoe.

No, why would you say that? I know.

You can't come in,

I'll see you at the gate.

I'm begging you.

Otherwise, I'll get depressed.

No, it's not fair to me,

I don't want to be here.

Okay? Pick me up, do me that favor.

So back to our story, we were there

to celebrate a new union,

a wedding that today

arises full of love, hope,

and passion.

The silverware,

from the smallest to the largest,

was all silver. Divine.

[dramatic music]

What?

Why am I selling it?

-Well, I

-Hey.

[tense music]

[whispers] Love.

Yes, Doctor, okay.

Okay, we'll do that, fine.

[phony chuckle] Bye-bye.

Good morning, my love.

-How is the most beautiful?

-Are you selling our wedding gifts?

How could I sell our gifts? No way!

We have so many things, though. What for?

-We'll just be hoarding.

-Listen, Nicolás.

[sighs] Okay.

Fine. You wanted to go to Rio, right?

You want to see Rio.

And bossa nova and all that stuff,

and I want to take you.

It's one thing to do cheap Rio,

we can't do that.

Or we could do fancy Rio,

and have a lavish honeymoon.

-I spoke to Edgar, but

-You're a cynical

imbecile.

Why would you say that, my love?

I'm not "your love,"

I won't listen to you.

-So

-I don't want to see you.

[Nico] Honey, then listen to me, please.

I'm doing it for you.

Honey. Sweetheart.

[knocks on door]

Sweetheart, open up.

[Juanita] So she called you

to stop that delinquent

from selling all the gifts?

She didn't care about the gifts at all.

She called me, feeling sorry,

asking me to get her out of there

as soon as possible.

-[sighs]

-So?

A beer for the hangover?

[sighs]

What did they do to you?

Don't tell me Nico

was acting cheeky last night.

Am I right? I knew it.

Did he ask you to wear the tuxedo

-and model it for?

-Stop it.

Stop, enough with Nicolás.

Okay?

Take me to Berny.

What are you talking about?

[melancholic music]

I shouldn't have gotten married, Óscar.

Let's take a deep breath.

Calm down

That's it.

You'll get over the hangover soon.

You'll see, things will get better.

I'm not asking for advice.

I'm asking you to take me to Berny now.

Wait.

Then what?

I'll ask him to run away with me

and build the life we always dreamed of.

Are you going to take me

or should I get a taxi on my own?

I can walk, I don't have money here.

God!

Fine, wait.

-Do you know how to get there, at least?

-Ha.

With my eyes closed.

["Yo No Sé Mañana" instrumental version

by Juan M. Medina plays]

Get in, you know how.

Oh!

[engine starts]

-Sir, do you need a taxi?

-Immediately, man. On the fly.

-Can you charge it to my room?

-No, sir.

No, you know what? Never mind.

I don't even know

where to go.

[melancholic music]

[Óscar] Okay.

-[Shaio] Will you come with me?

-No, "Mrs."

It's up to you to figure it out.

"Mrs."

If you didn't know,

you've been a "Mrs." since yesterday.

[clicks tongue, sighs]

[dramatic music]

Andrea Vanessa.

How are you, Shaio?

Fine. Um

-I don't mean to interrupt, I'm sorry.

-You're looking for Berny, right?

-I'll go get him.

-No.

Um, I was

with Óscar, we're scouting for locations

for a photo sh**t, but

Trust me, it's not important.

Shaio,

you got married last night.

Are you really working?

[Berny] Who is it?

Shaio.

Is everything okay?

Oof.

Congratulations on your marriage.

The party was very nice.

I'm sorry I had to leave early,

but I did help with the runway, right?

Thank you so much for that.

Excuse me.

I guess that

you're going to say

this was a misunderstanding,

that things aren't what they seem.

No.

You're wrong.

Usually, things are what they seem.

Like this ring.

It makes it look like you're married.

And that's exactly what you are, right?

Yes, because you never came.

You broke your promise, you didn't come.

I couldn't, Shaio.

-You couldn't.

-No, I

I was on my way,

I thought about it.

-It doesn't matter anymore.

-Yes, it matters.

Berny, I got married yesterday

to please my dad.

He got his party, the dance, everything.

I don't have to keep pretending.

You told your husband yesterday,

in front of an altar,

that you will love and respect him

until death do you part.

Isn't that enough?

I was too naive,

and I thought

that you wanted to be with me.

That you were being honest,

but now I realize

that you wanted to run away,

-and into the arms

-[Berny] I'm here, Shaio.

Hey, can you take me home?

Um, yes, don't worry. If you want,

we'll have a bite and I'll come with you.

Okay?

Don't worry about me, I'm heading out.

[dramatic music]

Go.

Go!

Hey, don't be like that.

-He didn't show up at the wedding.

-No, Óscar.

This is my fault,

it's my fault for not standing up

to my parents

and telling them what I truly wanted.

How could I be so stupid?

Are you flirting with me?

In your opinion, who do I have to marry?

[Berny] Someone who values you.

Who respects you,

who loves you wholeheartedly.

Every time he looks at you,

he should be afraid

of losing you.

Now I lost him forever.

[sighs]

[engine starts]

[theme song playing]

Oh, that girl's a bombshell ♪

She likes to dance, she likes to party ♪

She sweeps up everything in her path

Like a hurricane ♪

You are left dripping

You are left empty-handed ♪

Oh, honey, give it all to me ♪

Don't be so mean

You're the death of me ♪

I love it when she swings her hips ♪

She's a bombshell

And there's no one like her ♪

I love it when she swings her hips ♪

Because she alone

Is the power of beauty ♪

I love it when she swings her hips ♪

She's a bombshell

And there's no one like her ♪

I love it when she swings her hips ♪

Because she alone

Is the power of beauty ♪