01x04 - If you want to cry

[bunniefuu]

Try this card.

This one will work. I'm sure. Come on.

Moria, welcome.

-How are you, hon?
-Fine.

-Just a sec.
-It's a pleasure to have you.

I'm sorry, but this card
doesn't grant you access.

Yes, it does.
The bank told me that it did.

You want me to repeat my ID number?
Come on, hon.

I'm gonna miss my flight.

Can I get your autograph?

-Of course, honey. Your name?
-Cecilia.

Are you coming in with a guest
or is it only you?

No, I fly to Miami every week.

If you need anything, I can bring it.
Just ask, and I'll get it.

-And what do you bring?
-A little bit of everything. Electronics.

Also perfumes, clothes, whatever you need.

I'm a personalized importer, huh?

Oh, and…

I'm also a mechanic.
I'm very good with my hands.

You can ask me…

for anything you want.

A hormonal and emotional outburst.

A monster in 2D.

Whatever goes in must come out.

Fiction and reality
become one and the same.

Everything on display.

Welcome to the stage of my life.

We're wrapping up
this new season of Playa Franka,

which is not just a nudist beach.

People here don't just drop their clothes,
but also their hang-ups.

No more covering up, no more repression.

I'm a baroque woman,

I've never followed trends,
nor have I conformed to standards.

Us baroque, robust, voluptuous women,

we're not following trends,
we're guilt-free with our bodies.

I would say for me,
cutting off bras is an act of freedom.

{\an8}Tell me, Moria, how is your heart?
How is your relationship with Luis?

Splendid.

Luis is a gentleman.
He takes care of me all the time.

Plus, we make a great team.

He manages this place,
plus the restaurant and the disco as well.

We're the only beach open 24 hours
in all of Mar del Plata.

How nice! And how is Sofi doing?

Sofía Gala is a girl who's very free,
and very sharp.

She and Luis love each other,
they adore each other.

{\an8}And she even calls him Dad often.

{\an8}"SOFÍA CALLS LUIS DAD"

{\an8}Amazing.

{\an8}Okay. Beach, disco, theater.
What else will you surprise us with?

When I'm done with Witches,
I'll go rest in Buenos Aires.

Then I'll be back on TV
with an innovative show

that's never been done in Argentina,
which is like the stage of life.

I'm doing a talk show.

Morning, Frida. Hi, So.

-Is Mr. Luis up?
-He's still sleeping.

Why is he always naked?

We're invited to Aunt Susana's show.
Does that seem fun?

Am I getting paid?

-I am getting paid. Lots of zeros.
-Then I can't today.

I'm seeing my boyfriend.

Juan?

Sebas. Juan's over.

-Morning.
-Morning.

-Get dressed, this isn't Playa Franka.
-Okay.

Darling.

Kiddo.

What's up?

Did you already dump Juancito?

I liked him.

You only saw him once.

He seemed cool.

Hi, Susi.

-Bye, Mom.
-Bye.

Good luck.

One has to be thankful for work, Susi,
because in this country…

-Why are you smoking?
-Excuse me.

Really? Bye, Susi.

Morning, princess.

-Don't call me princess, Dad.
-Okay, give me a hug at least.

-You said you stopped smoking.
-Okay.

It was just one while I waited for you.

You don't need to scold me like that.

No, it's not working.
What is this? Am I a sack of potatoes?

What? It's slimming, elevated.

It's a talk show,
not the Nobel Prize ceremony.

It needs to be serious,
but with impact and style.

I want to be a Spartan one day,
and an Egyptian the next,

without losing who I am, you get it?

Perfect.

There are lots of reporters outside.
They're all waiting for you.

What about something like this?

-What do you say?
-Something tight. Cinch me in.

This skirt with some movement?

I want more Versace. It's different.

-Okay.
-I want it to work.

-How does my body look?
-You'll look magnificent.

I hope the ratings agree.

Did you think about the café
in Mar del Plata?

More businesses?

It's an opportunity. Trust me.

I'll consider it.

-How was Mario today?
-I can't talk about Mario now.

I can't! I'm focused
on the show, Luis! Please!

I'll ask Sofía later.

Chains or no chains?

Chains, sweetheart. More is more.

Are you nervous?

The only nerves I have
are in my clitoris, Laurita.

I'm jealous, Mo.

This week we have a lot.

"He cheated with my best friend."

"My dad is g*y and he's not my real dad."
"Mother-in-law hates my children."

"l*sbian Estela versus Ugly Fatty:
w*r in Ituzaingó."

I love it. Don't tell me if they're extras
or genuine stories.

I'll find out with the viewers.
Absolute momentism.

{\an8}LOVE AND MORIA

{\an8}Good afternoon
and welcome to the stage of life.

{\an8}A huge welcome to our audience.

{\an8}CALL US
TELL US YOUR STORY

{\an8}Thanks for being on the other end.
Thank you for choosing us.

{\an8}Call me and tell me right now.
Tell me your story.

{\an8}Because what goes in must come out.

{\an8}Call me and tell me right now!

{\an8}Penetrate me, Mr. Del Hoyo.

Can you penetrate me from behind?

Will you penetrate me or not?
Will you? Won't you?

How are you all doing?

Good!

Welcome.

Okay.

Let's start with the topic of the day,
which is quite heavy, audience.

{\an8}"My husband cheated on me
with my neighbor."

{\an8}RUTH: "MY HUSBAND CHEATED ON ME
WITH MY NEIGHBOR"

{\an8}Tell us, Ruth, what's going on with you?

{\an8}Look, Moria, he wants to leave me.
If he leaves me, I'll k*ll him.

I'll smack him!

Okay, okay.

Ruth, hitting him is not right.

How do you treat him, hon?
Are you sweet to him?

I'm super nice!

I take care of him in bed, I arouse him.

-What? What did Ruth say?
-I care for him, I arouse him.

Oh, you arouse him!

A round of applause for Ruth
arousing her husband, audience!

-Go, Ruth!
-You need to arouse your husband!

Liar. You never want to,
and when I do, you tell me to hurry.

You're a liar!

Look, you neglected him,
that's why he's with me now.

-Shut up, tr*mp!
-You shut up, resentful cow!

{\an8}She called me a resentful cow!

{\an8}RUTH AROUSES HIM,
HE CHEATS WITH THE NEIGHBOR

{\an8}Moria, I may not have a banging body,
but look at her and look at me.

{\an8}Do you want to strut your stuff?
The neighbor wants to go on the catwalk.

{\an8}-Can I?
-Of course. Strut.

{\an8}The neighbor is strutting, audience.

{\an8}That was a good walk.
Do you want to do it too, Ruth?

{\an8}I don't want to strut. I'll k*ll you!

{\an8}-Hey. No, honey.
-Calm down.

{\an8}SCANDAL BETWEEN NEIGHBORS

-Sit down, you munchkin.
-Security!

No! No! No, don't. Stop!

No. Mr. Director, cut to commercial.
This is intolerable.

-You're unbelievable. Stop it.
-We can't have this. Come on!

What does the audience say?
Do we believe the husband?

No!

Hey, listen before you give your opinion.

Don't start
with onomatopoeic interjections.

First we listen. Okay, Perla, tell us.

I asked him many times to break up,
but he didn't want to do that.

One day he tells me I'm trash,

and the next he apologizes,
says I'm the love of his life.

I can't take it.

It's okay, sweetie. It's okay.

He told me one day he'll take the children
and I'll never see them again.

That's why I came,
because I'm desperate and I'm afraid.

If he takes my children, I will die.

{\an8}Sweetheart…

{\an8}"I'M DESPERATE"

{\an8}…if you want to cry, cry.

{\an8}Yes.

{\an8}"IF YOU WANT TO CRY, CRY"

{\an8}Let it out. What goes in must come out.

{\an8}Let it out, sweetie.
Let it out. Perla's crying.

{\an8}Can we have some water for Perla?

{\an8}We'll take a quick break
while Perla collects herself.

{\an8}We'll come back. Stay tuned.

It's okay, honey.

Okay?

Thanks for listening, Moria.

-Have some water.
-Here's water.

Mo.

Listen. You smashed it.
The phone lines are on fire.

We had two million calls in 15 minutes.

Comedy is out, Laurita.
Clearly, what works is drama.

Let's go with drama, then?

Absolutely.

Let's go with "My husband hits me."
That banner's more impactful.

Social service, Laurita.

Yes.

Kisses, honey.

-We have that interview tomorrow.
-Will I get paid?

No, you won't.
You're still too young to get paid.

What's going on?

Nothing. We're good.

I'm so hungry. I'm starving.

-I want to eat your a*s.
-You're ravenous.

If I'm not getting paid,
then do the interview alone.

Why are you being so stubborn, Sofía?

Let's go eat in the kitchen.

Why don't they leave?

-Go with Frida.
-Let's go chat with the girls.

-Go, honey, come on.
-Gosh, Sofi.

Susana, enough vacuuming. You too.
Let's go have a snack.

She's just like you.

I'm talking to Laurita
to go with "My husband hits me."

-You want me to hit you?
-Oh, you're so literal.

-Moria… Don't be like that.
-Pass me the wrench. You're so literal.

I can hit you. I'll hit you.

No, I mean for the banner. For the show.
You distracted me.

Come here. Come here.

-I'll play hard to get.
-Come here, sweets.

Good. Like that, close together. Gorgeous.

Smile a little.

Beautiful. It's all genetics.

Her face is humiliatingly beautiful.
Wait, I left a mark.

-Here, back to back.
-Last one. There.

Smile, Sofía Gala. Please.

These are great.

-Let's look at him like we're surprised.
-Oh, Mom!

Surprised!

There you go.

Has Sofi brought home any boys yet?

Well, I've opened my big mouth before,

and she called me a snitch.

So I respect that part.

-It's the only part she respects.
-Please. I'm a saint with you.

Are you two really close?

-We are, right?
-So-so.

We're very independent.

Sofi, would you like to have a sibling
or do you want your mom all to yourself?

Do you get jealous?

Sometimes.

Let's change the subject, Moria.

Sometimes your show
discusses hard topics, such as violence.

How do you deal with that?

Well…

That topic hits close to home,
I speak from experience.

Because I too was a battered woman.

Nice one.

Okay, let's stop here, Moria. Thank you.

{\an8}I TOO WAS A BATTERED WOMAN

{\an8}I'm meeting the café guy
for coffee in a bit.

That business thing.
Did you think about it?

Why open a branch of something
that already exists?

I don't feel it. It doesn't feel very me.

It's a great deal, it'll make money.
Trust me.

Listen to me. What's wrong?
You don't trust me?

I don't like doing business like this,
especially not to sell carbs.

Excuse me. How are you, Dani?

-Hey, Luis.
-Hi.

Ready, Mo? The studio
is full of pregnant women.

It's a mess of hormones.
They won't stop crying.

Find me the best crier.

She cries so much,
I even considered offering her pills.

That one. The one who cries a lot.

-Okay, let's go.
-Let's go.

-Is he doing pedicures now?
-Luisito does everything.

{\an8}ON AIR

Tell me, how far along are you?

Five or six months.

Is it five or six?

Almost six.

She's six months along.

And you're sure you don't want it?

I'm a housewife and I already have three,
I can't raise anyone else.

{\an8}What would you like?

{\an8}FAMILY WANTED

{\an8}I want them to go to school,
to have nice clothes, to eat often.

{\an8}Of course, we understand.
You want them to have a good future.

What do my producers say?

-Come in, Laurita.
-A message from Teresa, from Barrio Norte.

{\an8}We have a message.

{\an8}Oh, okay. Okay.

{\an8}We have a message from Teresa,
from Barrio Norte. She's 42 years old.

{\an8}She says she'd adopt your baby.

{\an8}"I WANT TO ADOPT THE BABY"

{\an8}Yes, audience.

{\an8}What happens on TV is unbelievable.

{\an8}Stay tuned.
We're here, like every afternoon.

LOVE AND MORIA

-No. We can't.
-Touch it a little. Are you embarrassed?

-No. But we can't… No.
-Grab it. Grab it. Touch right here.

So? How did it go?

Leave me alone.

We know it's not your responsibility,
but we're getting cursed left and right.

Everybody's talking about the same thing.

That we cannot promote the buying
and selling of children on television,

that there's a regulatory fine
from the broadcasting committee, etcetera.

It's a whole scandal.

They'll be talking about this for days.

The format works.
You handle it like nobody else.

The ratings are there.

Maybe this is a good time
to take a breather, slow things down,

and think of new ideas.

We want you to stay with the network.
What do you think?

Okay.

I'll think of something.

You need to wash it, huh?

You have to, huh? But it's a nice car.

Yes. It's a cheaper version of that one.

Small, though.

Yes. It's big enough.

Can you fit inside?

For now, I do.

For now.

Do you know each other?

I hadn't introduced myself.

Mario Castiglione,
ex-husband of Ana María Casanova.

-Luis, the lady's current husband.
-Pleasure.

Good. Very gentlemanly of you.
I like that.

How did it go with Sofía?

I'll leave you two to talk.

-We'll talk some other day, Mario.
-Sorry. Yes.

Come in.

Let's have a drink.

I'm running late.

Let's have some champagne. Come on.

I don't know.

You like whiskey better, right?

That's harder to say no to.

-Let's go.
-Okay.

You've hit the bottle hard, Castiglione.

-You're no saint either.
-Okay.

You don't compare to me, obviously, but…

Tell me how it went with Sofía.
How did it go?

-It was great. Want me to close it?
-Yes.

Well… That girl is very smart.
She's very smart.

She worries about you, a lot.

We listened to music. We had a good time.

-We watched horror movies.
-How boring.

No, we love it.

This guy… he doesn't seem like much fun.

Come in.

Excuse me.

Sit over there.

-Excuse me.
-There.

Come in, Mario. Make yourself at home.
I mean, it used to be.

What are you drinking, Luis?

I could go for some bubbles.
Champagne? Should I get some?

No, stay here. Stay with us. Sit there.

What's going on?

So?

Are you comfortable, Castiglione?

As long as this isn't an ambush.

Oh, that's what she's best at.
Once she starts, she never stops.

She stops when she cuts your head off.

Oh, I see.
It's easy to rag on Moria Casán.

Well, I see where this is going.

-I'm out.
-Me too.

Stay, I haven't brought you
your whiskey yet. Sit down.

-True.
-Enjoy.

What would you say
to being in a TV studio with me?

You can't say no.

Mario, you know me.
I don't like being on camera.

Oh, please. You strike a pose
even when you open the fridge.

You're quick.

I wasn't expecting this proposal.

But people won't want to see us.
People want to see you, Moria Casán.

Last show?

Last show.

Last show.

We're on in five!

Five, four, three, two, one.

Lights.

We're on.

Mario.

Where did we go wrong?

I really don't know.

I don't know.

I think that

maybe we mixed our private life
too much with our professional life.

To the camera, Mario. Tell the camera.

I understand that's the name of the game,

but when you achieve success,
that's also when trouble starts,

because things change.

I think that's basically it, yes.

We showed too much of our private life
in front of the cameras.

Luis.

Where do you think we're going wrong?

Well…

it's a bit like what Mario says.

The lights, the cameras, the flashes.

And besides, you and I come from…

very different worlds, that's the reality.

We're here to tell the truth.
We could've stayed home instead.

No, that's the truth.

I'm getting the feeling then,

that the culprit isn't Ana María Casanova,
but Moria Casán.

Is that right?

No, it's not.

I have a lot of respect for you.

Never doubt that.

I never want you to think
that I didn't love you.

Say that to the camera,
as if the audience were me.

I even think,

with all due respect to our friend here
who's listening very attentively…

I think that the birth of our daughter

was the most important moment
of our lives.

It was a very loving, heartfelt moment.

Go on, Mario. Go on.

Do you want some water?

I'm okay.

Moria,

I apologize if at any point
I hurt you with comments I've made.

That was never my intention.

I have always wanted you to shine.

I always saw you far beyond
what you appeared to be.

I believed in you from the start.

And I loved you.

I loved you madly.

And I care about you a lot.

I care about you a lot as a person,

as a woman,

and above all, as Sofía Gala's mother.

Thank you and I'm sorry.

{\an8}PLAYA FRANKA S. A.
MAIN ACTIVITY: BEACH CLUB

What is all this, César?

Playa Franka.

-What's the problem?
-Luis is the problem.

-What did he do now?
-He made a mess.

It will cost you a pretty penny.

-How much?
-Lots of zeros to the right.

A guy with that much cocaine in him
will do that.

Please tell me you didn't agree
to that café thing.

-No.
-Good.

-Go. Frida will let you out.
-Okay.

Thank you.

-Luis!
-What is it?

Grab your things and get out of my house.

-Take everything and go.
-What?

I gave you the thing
that boosts any guy's self-esteem,

the key to my safe deposit box, as*h*le.

And since you're a total zero,

you think you can just add a bunch more
to a bank account you never even owned.

I never let you down,
you never wanted for anything.

What? Your ineptitude cost me
two million dollars!

You had to take care of my business,
not do dope all f*cking day.

Wait, wait. Hold on.
Can we just talk calmly?

You want to talk calmly? Get a life!

Oh, you can't even afford it. So rent one.

And change dealers,
because that blow is messing you up.

You f*ck around
and you f*ck up your nose with coke!

-Do you think I'm worthless?
-No, you were really expensive.

You were just a hot piece of a*s,
but I'm sick of you.

I paid to fix your teeth, but couldn't fix
the broken gear in that brain of yours.

You like coke more than I do.
Don't be ridiculous!

You dragged me into this hell!

I like having it on your 24 cm,
but I'll take my dope somewhere else.

I don't get why you're complaining.
What do you blame me for?

-You don't know anything.
-Shut your mouth.

You don't know how much things cost.
You don't know how much Sofía's school is.

-Such an insolent man. Shut your mouth.
-Now I understand Mario.

Get out of my house now!

You f*cking as*h*le! You're worthless!

Let's go to Mar del Plata.
Does that sound fun?

Just the two of us, right?

Of course.

Luis.

-What?
-You dropped something.

What?

Your dignity.

Drop dead, you f*cking b*tch.

What's wrong?

What?

What are you thinking?

-I'm not like that.
-Like what?

Like Moria.

I want us to sign a contract.

One that says
you can't force me to do interviews.

And I also want a house.

One just for me. At the back of Leloir.

I'm not living with you anymore.

Okay.

There's a tear streaming down your cheek

If I don't kiss it
The wind will dry it out

We used to listen to this song with Dad.

Promise me you're never going to die.

Promise me.

Don't worry. I'll make sure
you see me resurrected.

You know what? I believe you.

There's a tear streaming down your cheek

If I don't kiss it
The wind will dry it out