01x14 - Slumber Party

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CREATED BY CRIS MORENA

MARGARITA
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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

You go away
And then, you appear

I look for you
But you're not there

At night
I think of you

And sometimes
I can't get through

This game is so insane

I don't want to play again

Nor be the one who cries
And searches for you

Even knowing
You won't be there too

This is not a game
And all is real

I know how much I love you

And sometimes I can't deal

I don't want to lose you
Nor make you cry

I daydream
Of seeing you nearby

I dream
That you will arrive

If you want to hurt me

I won't deny

I don't know how to defend myself

From someone like you

Someone who keeps secrets
Lies and stories too

And makes me suffer

If you want to hurt me
Here I am

Come to me

I never meant to hurt you

It's something I can't do

You're the princess I've dreamed of

I keep no more secrets

This is my truth
Nothing less

I hope to find you

To love you again

This isn't a game we play

It's so real
In every way

I know how much I care

But, sometimes
I'm lost in despair

I don't want to lose you

Or see you shed a tear

I daydream
Of catching your sight

I dream
Of you here tonight

If you want to hurt me

You can go ahead

How can I defend myself

From someone like you?

Keeping secrets
Lies and tales

Making me suffer

If you want to hurt me

Here I am

Come to me

Come to me

Come to me

Mar.

Merlin.

-Quickly.
-Answer it.

Is everything okay?

Sorry, but if I don't answer,
he won't stop.

What do you want?

Where are you?

None of your business.
I'm busy. What do you want?

Busy with what?

We need to decide
what to do about the hacker.

It's not a good time
to be wandering around. Right?

Do me a favor. You know what?

Handle it. Figure it out.

Be useful for once.

Are you wandering around

with that hippie
smelling like sandalwood and patchouli?

You bore me. Bye, Severino.

-Go ahead.
-Delfina!

Everyone was dead worried about you,

and you disappeared to who knows where,

and blocked everyone, me included.

But I'm glad you're back.
I imagined all sorts of tragedies.

Wait, I'm very mad.

Will you let me speak?

I've been waiting for 15 days,
and nothing.

Did the cat get your tongue?

-Now you just show up, sir?
-Why "sir"?

"You," like always.

You want me to talk about me?
That's the last straw.

-You're the one who owes explanations.
-No need to be formal.

I'll call you "sir"
until further notice.

-My angrometer is so high.
-Angrymeter?

After disappearing,
you came to talk to me, sir?

And not your girlfriend?
Are you going to explain what happened?

I didn't disappear by choice.

My father and uncle found me
and took me to Krikoragán,

by force.

-I was locked in my room.
-What?

That's why I was unreachable.
They cut off my internet and phone.

-One day I escaped and...
-And called me.

But they caught me again.

And I was screaming,
calling you shameless and a blocker.

I'm sorry.

Don't hug me.

Social distance. Rewind.

You were locked in a tower
in Krikoragán.

Then what?

Did their hearts soften,
so they let you go?

I had given up.
It was impossible to escape.

But, out of nowhere, I don't know,
the planets aligned.

It was as if, magically,
my path opened.

I'd never heard
the alarm sound like that.

And the strangest thing was
that there seemed to be no threat.

Still, it was chaos.

How did you manage
to get out and get here?

Another magical coincidence.

It was as if there was
an angel protecting me.

That magical coincidence is called
"being a prince."

And how did you get on a plane,
get here without a passport,

without a wallet or anything?

You won't believe it.

The car I took was my uncle's.

He had my documents
in the glove compartment,

my wallet,
and even my phone.

So I took the first flight here.

Obviously, there was invisible help.

I'm sure it was my fairies.

That's why they were offline.

They were with you.

I don't know what you're talking about,
but at least you're believing me now.

We'll see how you behave, sir.

I'm so happy you're back.

Merlin.

What are you doing here?

Boy bands are always a hit.
I'm sure we'll figure something out.

I'd rather fail
than be in a boy band with you.

I know we started off on the wrong foot,

but that's water under the bridge.

And as Mar says,

"It's better to settle differences
by singing."

What could be better than a band?
We have everything we need.

I'm not interested.

You could play something.

A drum, a cymbal or whatever.
Right, Otto?

You don't get it.
You're like a virus.

We'd never be in a band with you.

Let's go.

Seeing you beg

to form a band with Hangar's outlet
is impressive.

Says the one who's in a band
with everyone she hates.

When will they dump you?

Why? Are you interested in me?

Not necessarily,

but I know you'll come back begging
to duet with me.

Yeah? And you'll be available.

Sure?

Come on, clear the room,
everyone to bed.

No, Yamila, it's still too early.

Everyone to your rooms.

You need to rest
for tomorrow's challenge,

which won't be easy, I warn you.

But it isn't even night yet.

Very well.

Imagine that I am God.

I say when it's night,
and I say when it's day.

So I'm sending everyone
to your rooms!

-Quickly!
-You're obviously not God.

Get out. Out.

Let's go. Quickly.

Did this suddenly
become a boarding school?

That's weird. Right?

But we can take the chance
to talk about the band.

What are you doing here?

Yamila dragged me here,
so I'm staying around.

-So, what about the band?
-There is no band.

Hi! I brought
some gifts that Delfina sent.

Do we have to wear this?

Yes, everyone has to wear this.

Do we really have to wear pajamas?

Will you despise this amazing gift
that Delfina sent?

Please. This one's for you.

-Like it?
-How fun, I love it.

They're quite stylish.
Not for sleeping, but for going out.

-It's so you.
-And whose are these?

I think they're Daisy's and Mar's.

-The ugliest.
-Where are they?

Come on, Mar. Yamila was clear.

Contestants to their rooms,
guests and deserters out.

Stop, Daisy. Let me explain.

Yes, listen to the exiled.

First, tell him to listen
to the hundreds of messages I sent.

Tell him.

She asked you to listen
to the hundreds of messages she...

Yes, I heard her.

He said he knows.

Well, that's weird,
because he still hasn't replied.

She said it's weird,
because you read and didn't reply.

-Tell her I'm not...
-Enough.

I'm not a carrier pigeon.
"Tell him this. Tell her that."

You're both grown-ups,
so sort it out outside.

Thanks. Merci.

-So he's back?
-He is.

But it wasn't as we thought.
He didn't run away like a coward dog.

-He had a problem.
-He's not the only one.

No, what's wrong now? You okay?

-I'm fine.
-Good.

You've got a problem.

You're very much in love.

And why should I believe you?

Why would I lie and then come back?

You saw how they treated me that day.

My dad will do anything
to make me work at his company.

-You could have warned me.
-I swear I tried.

But I didn't have my phone.

I don't even know how I escaped.

What if they come after you?

I'll escape again.

I just want to be here with you.

Maybe, a long time ago,

my heart raced for him.

But in love? No. Not at all.

Zero times a thousand.

Never again.

SLUMBER PARTY

Check out this look.

I look hot, like a model.

What's with that face, Romeo?

-The pajamas aren't orange.
-Put on the hood.

You'll look amazing.

Yeah, like they say,
"It's the cherry on top."

-Don't move and stop blinking.
-You're not doing it right.

Come on. Music.

-Come on.
-Come on.

Welcome to the Dreambella Party!

What do you prefer, sleep or dance?

Dance!

Let's go!
Tonight we dream wide awake!

Where did such a cute ninja
come from?

From Margarita's story.
Do you know her?

No, I don't think so.

-No photos, please.
-You look lovely you, sir.

-May I accompany you, miss?
-Of course.

Well, are we going to the party or not?

-Let's go.
-Let's go.

Well, well. Look who's back.

Apparently, we have a revolving door.

Yamila, I wanted to explain
why I was absent.

Yes, of course.

To evaluate your readmission,

we're dying to hear your story,

and why you gave us false information.

But we're having a party,
so not now.

Okay, but can I stay?

How do I explain?

Technically,
you're not part of the contest,

nor are you Hangar staff.

So technically...

No, you can't.

But, technically, he's in costume.

But, technically,
no one asked him to.

Technically, he's my guest,
so he stays.

I see.
But how do I explain this, sweetie?

Technically, you're Delfina's niece.

But that gives you
no power to make decisions.

You're just one more constestant.

-Remember when you asked for this?
-Yes.

I don't want to cause trouble.

No, no way.

I have an idea. Let's ask my aunt.

So, I'm nobody?

And, technically,
even if you pretend to be her,

you're not my aunt.

You're her assistant. Let's go.

Everyone get out of my way.
Get out of my way now!

Is anyone there?

Sir, can you hear me?

-Hi, Ada.
-My God!

You scared me.

Don't worry. We're among friends.

As you know,
you and I have a pending talk.

-Go ahead.
-Great.

First question, who are you?

A friend, I told you.

Second question, whose friend?

I'd appreciate it
if you could be more specific.

A friend...

of anyone loyal to Princess Margarita.

What do you know?

I know you've been with her
since she was little,

and you were her faithful tutor.

All these years,

you've taught her
everything a princess needs to know.

Are you a spy?

Are you one of the king's traitors?

No, quite the opposite.

Show your face, then.

You'll see me soon.

But I don't understand all this mystery.

-What do you want?
-The truth.

That's why it's important we talk,

and you tell me
why you don't trust Delfina.

Me? Delf...

Delfina? But she's a woman...

You don't need to lie.
We both know she hides something.

She has a secret,

a secret that worries you,
and I know what it is.

What?

That Daisy

is not the real Princess Margarita.

Aunt, can we talk?

Merlin, you're back!

He'll explain everything tomorrow,
but can he stay at the party?

Of course. Enjoy.

That's what I said, Delf.
It was obvious.

-See, my love?
-I see.

Look who's back!

I'm not sure I'm happy
that snob is back.

He has an explanation, Zeki.

He didn't just bail. No.

No.

That's nonsense. Please.

I won't allow this, sir.

I know you love her.

But that doesn't make her
the real princess.

That's enough. Not another word.

I won't keep talking to someone
who hides behind a device.

Coward.

Now, if you want to talk to me,
it must be face to face.

-Understood?
-Okay.

Okay, Ada.

I'll call you tomorrow,
and arrange a meeting.

I hate being left with the last word.

I never pictured you as a DJ.

You seem more like a guitar
and campfire kinda guy.

That too.

But, as I said,
I'm full of surprises.

I'd love to discover those surprises.

Where are you?
Turned off the monitor?

Ask me to dance.

I didn't know.
we were in the 20th century.

Come on.

-There?
-Yes.

You're not drinking anything?
I'll get you a soda and be right back.

Let's post a picture.

If you're using me
to make Peperino jealous,

do it right.

Let's dance.

I can't hear you.
I have headphones on.

I see.

Do you want to dance?

Maybe later. I was thinking.

Life is much more interesting
when we don't worry about love.

-Why do you say that?
-Look at us.

You and I wanted a girlfriend,
but ended up fighting.

But now our friendship is stronger.

I concluded it's better to be single.

What do you think?

Alright. Do you like it?

I can't drink this.

I'm sorry. I'll get water.

-Is that okay?
-Let's just dance.

Come on.

I'm going to the bathroom.
Wait for me?

-I'll be right back.
-The bathroom is that way.

-Yeah, but I'm going...
-What's up?

Are you into someone else?

-I'm confused.
-No, I swear I'm not.

FOUR MISSED CALLS FROM MOM

ÚNICA STARTED A LIVE STREAM

I don't know about hell,
but this paradise is on fire.

To know what's happening
behind the scenes at the Hangar,

help me make my hashtag
Única'sGossips a trending topic.

We've found the first romance
of the night.

After many plot twists,
the Hangar's indecisive girl found love.

But will she stay with Otto
or with Romeo?

She's very indecisive,
and never knows what she wants.

Speaking of Otto, the same question,

will he choose love or friendship?

What a soap opera.

Our young fashion star saw
in Pipe more than just a muse.

But who will tell Zeki that Pipe
only has eyes for Margarita?

That's just so sad.

And look who's back.

Seems he's privileged.
We'll know more tomorrow.

But why return to a contest
that's already lost?

I can guarantee there'll be chaos
in the daisy garden,

and I love it.

And you, who do you like?

You should wear a mask.

Yamila and Única are filming.
What if they see you?

They know, Mar.

The mansion is probably surrounded
by Krikoragán's Secret Service.

And what'll you do?

They won't come in. They're too scared.

The last thing they want
is a televised scandal.

What are you talking about?

How depressing this party is!

Salo, turn up the volume!

Excuse me.

Do you want to know who Única likes
or do you think she's heartless?

I think she has a heart, but...

-Enough.
-How long will you play hard to get?

Aren't you presumptuous?

Única's live was so popular
because she's right.

What exposes us is love,

and love is complicated.

Why are you here, idiot? You scared me.

I've been wanting to talk for hours,
and you keep making me jealous.

You know what you look like?

One of the teen contestants.

-Don't disrespect me.
-No, you lose respect all by yourself.

You're playing around,
while I handle serious matters.

That's what I pay you for. Do your job.

Why? To save your skin
while you party?

-I'm not your secretary.
-I'm done.

I'm done. You're just unbearable.
Who do you think you are?

You come here and act
like the savior of everything.

Spare me. You know what your problem is?

-What?
-You're dying of jealousy.

-I'm jealous?
-That's the problem.

Seriously?

You've never experienced it,
so you have no clue what it's like.

Because you've always been
the one leaving the other hanging,

the one who didn't care,
the one who never came for me,

the one who drove me mad with jealousy.

You always cheated on me,
with anyone you saw.

I'll make it clear
that I love seeing you like this,

because that's what if feels like
not to feel loved.

That's what it feels like
not to feel chosen.

I'll leave you with your jealousy.
I have more important things to do.

Hello. Malala?

Are you home?

For two people
to want the same thing,

at the same time,
with the same intensity,

is so complicated.

That's why people say love is a miracle.

It hurts to look at someone
who doesn't see you,

someone who looks at another.

And we wonder,
"Why not me? Why me? Why?"

Sorry, Salo.

But are these
the kids I left you in charge of?

No, kids.

There's no such thing
as a good slumber party

without a good...

Pillow fight!

Maybe that's why
we love sleepovers so much.

Because it's a night of fun,

where we forget
about routines and obligations.

We love sleepovers,
because it's child's play.

We hang out with friends,
sleep when we want,

and wake up somewhere different.

Until dawn, we turn the ordinary
into the extraordinary.

Did you like it by accident?

Nothing I do is by accident.

She reminds me of myself
when I was a kid.

She's not a kid anymore.

It's time to grow up a bit.

Sometimes we're born

with a program we can't escape from.

I think that's
what's happening to her, imagine if...

You didn't know me before,

but you never would have imagined
I could do something like this,

and look where I am.

Are you having fun?

A lot.

Sleepovers make us happy

because it's like eating
a childhood candy.

A trip to our childhood,
when everything was simple,

without worries.

Everything was a fun game.

Where are you?
I've been calling for an hour.

Sorry, I went to bed late,
and didn't hear.

You say you're the man, a genius,

the one who solves everything,
but then you disappear.

-Where are you?
-That doesn't matter.

-What happened?
-It's serious. Get here.

After the last sleepover,
the games are no longer innocent,

now they're dangerous.

You came, Ada.

Of course.
I keep my word, now keep yours.

-Where are you?
-Are you alone?

Of course.

Go diagonally to the fountain.

Then turn left.

Go straight.

Enough. I'm too old
to play blind man's bluff.

-Where are you?
-Behind you.

Is my uncle here?

Come in. Enough fooling around.

-Is my father here?
-He is waiting in Krikoragán.

Let's go. This is your last warning.

I want to talk to him. Call him.

Merlin, I want you on the plane now.

It's over, Dad.

What you did was cruel.

You locked me in my room for days.

I'm staying here.

Merlin, if you don't come willingly,

I'll bring you by force.

Just so you know,
there are more than ten cameras here.

You don't want the world to know
that the King of Krikoragán

kidnapped his own son
to force him to marry,

in the 21st century.

I know you hate scandals.

Asalah.

Sure, behind the little gadgets,
there are accusations.

And now what? Tell me to my face.

-Who is this?
-I didn't expect such betrayal from you.

But I did everything you asked.

Now fulfill your promise. Where are you?

I expected you
to be loyal to Daisy, not Delfina.

I got you, Fritzenwalden!

Who are you?

Just tell me what you want.

I don't know. I was paid to sit here.

I swear I don't know anything.

-Who paid you?
-A guy who approached me.

I don't know him. He was over there.

Too bad, Ada.
I thought I could trust you.

There's still time to go back.

What's out there is a frozen desert!

Are you sure about this, Merlin?
It's dangerous.

More than ever, Mar.
It's what I have to do.

Will you explain me now?

Explain what?

What happened.

Those men,
this conversation between you,

and everything I've seen.

Start talking.

After the last sleepover,

we can't choose truth or dare.

From this moment on,
every truth has its consequence.

Red hearts
Not broken hearts

Filled with love so vast
Dreaming of a better world at last

Blackened hearts
Are just asleep

So wounded
They feel fear deep

For they are hurt
And steeped

I'm a red heart
I fall in love

I will never
Never give up

The black hearts sleep

They dream
They dream in black

For that heart
That heart

That grows
With love's embrace

For that red heart
Shining heart

That walks
Towards the sun's grace

Heart, my heart
Don't be caught in their fray

Heart, my heart
For love they cannot convey

Red hearts
Are full of life

They've healed from wounds and pain

Now in happiness
They remain

So whole and bright
Your heart that's made of fire

Always you'll put in sight
To love with true desire

Seek your own way
To shine stronger is your fate

You think you don't exist
That you are out of view

I'm your mirror, I insist
I see the real you

I know it can be tough
Your heart is pure enough

That heart so whole and true

For that heart
That heart

That grows
With love's embrace

For that red heart
Shining heart

That walks
Towards the sun's grace

Heart, my heart
Don't be caught in their fray

Heart, my heart
For love they cannot convey

In a world that's dark and cold
You won't find light to guide you

Only in pure hearts of gold

You'll shine bright if you stay true

For that red heart
Loving heart

Growing larger
With love's start

For that heart
Red heart

Walking towards
The sun's bright gold

For that heart
That heart

Growing larger
With love's start

For that heart
Red heart

Walking towards
The sun's bright gold

Heart, my heart
Don't be caught in their fray

Heart, my heart
For love they cannot convey

Don't be caught in their fray

For love they cannot convey