01x01 - A Storybook Tale

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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 not

He loves me

He loves me

He loves me

He loves me not

Get Prince Andres.

I'll see you downstairs.

Get Prince Federico.

I'll get Princess Margarita.

See you downstairs.

Here. We have to go.

It's going to be all right, sweetie.

Don't worry, my love. It's alright.

Is everyone alright?

-Yeah.

- We must go.

Come on! Hurry.

Please, hurry up.

Let's go, Bruna.

Thanks for helping us, Ada.

It's the least I could do.

Are you sure there are people

waiting in Paris?

My friend said I can trust them.

What about Maximo and Florencia?

They're going to find you

as soon as they can.

The priority is getting Andres,

Federico and Margarita out of here,

until it's safe.

Don't let anyone find out

they're the Princes

and Princess of Krikoragán.

Not even your friend.

-Don't worry.

-Okay.

-Take care, Ada.

-Yes.

Ada, I'll see you soon.

See you soon.

WE'RE ON OUR WAY

When a civil w*r erupted in Krikoragán,

they got the princes and princess out

for their protection.

They'd meet later in Paris,

with my sister Florencia

and Max, her husband,

but they never made it there.

I understand. Tell me about your sister.

You never talk about her.

-That question wasn't approved.

-That's okay.

I never talk about her

because it just breaks

my heart to think that,

just when she'd married

her prince charming,

when she finally got

the family she'd dreamed of,

with her three children,

when she was living

her very own fairy tale,

it all came tumbling down,

and no one heard from them again,

not Flor, Max or the little ones.

I left no stone unturned.

I did the impossible to find Flor,

to find out what had happened

with her babies,

until one night, three years later

-Go.

-You go.

My sister always believed

little fairies watched over her,

and I believe those fairies

guided this man to us.

I'm Severino Montfleur,

from Krikoragán's Secret Service.

Have you heard from Florencia?

Is Thistle dead?

The whereabouts of both her

and the king are unknown.

Have the children turned up?

ORPHANAGE

But is that Margarita? Flor's daughter?

No, she's not.

But she's an orphan girl,

with a resemblance to your sister,

and of the same age.

I don't I don't understand.

I think you understand perfectly.

I propose that you and I tell a story,

in which destiny guided you,

and you found Princess Margarita.

I'm going to make sure

that when they do the DNA test,

the results say that little girl

is Margarita.

No, that's not right.

It's a crime.

And you don't like crimes, right?

Well, in this crime, everyone benefits.

The Krikoragán royalty would be happy,

because they found their heir.

That little orphan girl

would find a family.

And, because you're her aunt,

you would by default become

her legal guardian,

and you'd get to manage her fortune.

And for over ten years now,

I've lived with the most beautiful gift

life could've given me.

Margarita.

Magu. Maggie. Daisy, as I call her.

Come here, Daisy, my love.

She's the little princess

who turned my life

into an actual fairy tale.

No! Due to a security issue,

I'd prefer not to have

any photos of her taken.

You didn't tell them?

Of course I told them!

Enough talking about the past!

Let's talk about the present.

Let's talk about the future.

Let's talk about all this.

When people ask me

what Hangar Soho means to me,

I say that it's my happy place.

It's a very special place,

where many things come to life.

Creativity is like a little fire,

and we must keep the flame burning.

I'm like the wind

that blows and fans that flame.

I'm a facilitator.

I want those kids to be

the best version of themselves.

She's in your suite.

How many times do I have

to tell you that I can't help you?

Do you not understand,

or are you senile?

Don't act all busy with me, sweetheart.

Don't flatter yourself for this circus.

Just shut up and find a hairdresser

to fix that rat's nest

you have on top of your head.

As if you looked great wearing

that dress made of plastic bags.

-What do you want?

-What else? Idiot.

You're right. Wrong question.

How much do you want?

I want respect.

I shouldn't have to make an appointment

to see my daughter.

I'm your mother,

and you should worship me.

-I want 200,000.

-What?

I gave you an allowance.

You're not getting another dime.

Please. Excuse me.

I need this to put up with that lie.

You can fool everyone else, my love,

but I'm your mother.

We both know

that money isn't yours.

Mother.

I bought you an apartment.

I give you a monthly allowance.

What else do you want?

The same luxury that you have.

If you're a queen,

I want to be the Queen Mother.

I cannot live

in a three-room apartment.

-I don't deserve it.

-No.

Cut on expenses. Save some money.

Get yourself a boyfriend.

Sell something.

There's no more money.

Careful. That lie of yours

can quickly come to an end,

about the fake Margarita you have here.

Don't you dare threaten me.

Not me. I would never.

But life is messed up,

and things always fall in their place.

What if Margarita

suddenly walks through that door?

Margarita is dead and buried.

Margarita is gone.

Margarita is no longer around.

Margarita does not exist.

Yes, my name is Margarita.

Margarita like the Princess of England,

Margarita of Austria.

Like that one drink

named after a Margarita.

Anyway, there are Margaritas everywhere.

Even in Korea,

where I lived for many years.

You know how they say Margarita?

Deiji kkoch.

Excuse me.

Will someone please shut her up?

Cut!

Please, she's unbearable!

We told you three times. You can't talk.

You're an extra,

a person who doesn't talk.

You want me to be quiet

like a mannequin?

Pretend to talk and to laugh,

but don't actually do it.

Show her.

With all due respect,

it seems like a waste to bring me here

just to play mime.

-I'm an actress and I sing.

-Get her out.

No, you haven't heard me sing.

Let me help you.

This set is kind of a downer.

Listen.

He loves me

What a thought

I love him a lot

With all I've got

In every petal

I see his face

He loves me, loves me, loves me

What a thought

Production, get her out.

I don't want to see her on set.

I'm so sorry, Única.

No, don't apologize.

Just get her off the set.

No, wait. I'm just grabbing my purse.

That's so rude.

She's leaving. Guys, we're running late.

Have some coffee,

and we'll do one more take.

You know what?

Why'd they ask for my skills,

if I can't do anything?

I act, I sing, I dance,

I speak eight languages,

I cook, ride horses,

I know taekwondo, origami, ikebana.

I know everything Eastern.

And yet you bring me here

to play a mime?

-Are you done?

-No.

I have more to say,

but I'll say it like an extra.

Great. Grab your things and go home.

My money first.

I deserve a full day's work.

We saw your paperwork,

and you lied about your age.

You forged your parents signatures.

You're a minor and an orphan.

Are you implying that I would

Yes, all of that.

So go away before I call Child Services.

Wait, what? No!

This is an outrage.

You'll be hearing from my lawyers.

-I am outraged! I'm out.

-I'm dialing.

I am outraged!

She's going.

Hello, Ada.

-Where are you going?

-I'm taking Jean Paul for a walk.

Not alone, sweetheart.

Paolo, please, go with them.

Of course. Whenever you want, miss.

You can call me by my name.

Let's avoid

crossing boundaries, sweetheart.

Grandma Malala! Hi.

You're so sweet.

But don't call me Grandma, please.

I'm neither your grandmother,

nor anything of yours.

Thank you very much for the visit. Bye.

It's always a pleasure.

I choked.

Daisy, dear,

you look just like your mother,

whoever she is.

-What did you say?

-Who said?

I said we have to look

for the poor girl's mother.

You'd like that, right?

One day the truth will come out.

Thank you.

I'm taking Jean Paul for a walk.

Of course.

Come on, Rocco.

You there.

Tell the journalist to come

so we can finish the interview.

Ms. Delfina, I'm not your personal maid.

I am Princess Margarita's governess.

If you have errands to run,

do them yourself.

Thank you!

I know you're there! Open up!

I know you can hear me.

If you don't pay rent today, you're out!

Can you believe extras can't talk?

Incredibile!

I can't believe something that absurd.

So? Did you get the money?

I can't hear you.

You could totally

be an extra if you wanted.

I am so annoyed.

The money. Did you get it?

Right, the money.

No, it's one injustice after another.

If we don't pay, she's throwing us out.

Don't worry.

I'm going to check the FairyApp.

Alright, when you get here,

don't come in through the front door,

climb the window.

She won't let you in.

You got it.

What do you wish today?

I'd like to get a job.

I have to go that way.

To the left.

No, to the left.

Right. No, just keep going, yeah.

Jean Paul!

Thank you!

-Are you okay?

-Yeah, it's just a scratch.

Where were you going?

Why would you run away

from me, Jean Paul?

Is his name Jean Paul?

And does he speak French?

Do you speak French, Jean Paul?

Thank you for saving him.

You're welcome.

I'm Margarita, and you?

So am I!

Goodness, I had such a fabulous time.

It's been a while since I've done

such an interesting interview.

-Thank you so much.

-No, thank you.

Didn't this house belong to your fiancé

Federico Fritzenwalden?

This is the house

I shared with my sister,

and that's important to me.

Florencia loved this house,

and we were very happy here.

In fact, Daisy was born here.

Then there was the fire,

which was actually very strange,

because we never found out

if it was an accident,

or if it was provoked.

Then I found out

that the house was for sale,

so I bought it and had it reconstructed.

I just wanted Daisy

to have her mother's energy close.

-Beautiful story, of course.

-Thank you.

-It's been a pleasure.

-The pleasure's all mine.

They announced the finalists

for the Patron of the Future award.

When? What do you mean?

-They just told me.

-Who are they?

-It's Benito Benitez.

-Yeah.

Marita Ponce,

Alicia and Leticia Uriburu.

-What?

-Alicia and Leticia.

What?

How exciting that they thought

of them after everything.

It's so well deserved, right?

That they've been nominated.

We were surprised

that you weren't nominated.

-Who? Me?

-We were confident you would.

No.

These people have been working

in this for many years,

and I'm basically just starting out.

I have my whole life ahead of me,

so goodbye.

I can't believe

your name is also Margarita.

-Yes, all my life.

-They call me Daisy, and you?

Margarita, Maggie, Mar,

beautiful, gorgeous, cutie.

-Miss Daisy, we have to get going.

-Okay.

Are you that important?

That you've got bodyguards?

Or are you you in danger?

No, they work for my aunt.

They keep me company.

Well, nice to meet you, namesake.

So nice to meet you, namesake.

Alicia and Leticia Uriburu.

Tell me why did they deserve

to be nominated?

Why? Because they have a street?

And Benito Benitez?

He looks like a meme!

And Marita Ponce!

Why the hell Marita Ponce?

Tell me what did those idiots do

to get nominated, Yamila?

I can't explain. I don't know.

Who cares about you?

I'm asking you to explain to me

why wasn't I nominated

after everything I did.

Maybe it's an image issue?

Let's hire a publicist! That's it!

Excuse me,

but what about my image?

Nothing, but maybe

they see you as too successful.

-Too big, you know?

-How?

-Big like great.

-Great, yeah.

-Like you're above those awards.

-Maybe.

Would you give an award to the queen?

No! She's the one who gives awards!

They see me so sweet

And I am so kind

Unreachable

Like a star I shine

Nothing can hurt me

I'm like ice, so cold

I just smile bright

And heaven's doors unfold

I am the sorceress

Envied for my art

A kind-hearted queen

Disguised in every part

My desires

Always take the lead

I'm as sweet

As a candy treat

Be cautious

Because in tales

Villains never get

A happy ending

Be cautious

Because in tales

Villains never get

A happy ending

Queen of all

Ruler of all

I can handle everything

And more

I dream of riches

Abundant treasures

It'll never be enough for me

Queen of everything

Ruler of all

I can handle everything

And more, more, more

I dream of riches

Abundant treasures

It'll never be enough for me

Who was the genius

that had the brilliant idea

of picking that photo

when I am already wearing red?

This is hell!

Get me a cover

that'll get people talking,

a different cover,

or you're out of here.

Get out!

What do I do?

Get me the names

of the ten best image consultants.

Now!

SCHOOL OF LAW

AND POLITICAL SCIENCE

This one.

Close it.

I don't know why we use the door.

This is way more fun.

Lower your voice.

What are you doing?

Reading, Uncle.

Take your feet off the bed.

We're having dinner in 15 minutes.

-Got it.

-What's the matter?

Hey.

You seem off.

What is it, Uncle? I'm fine.

What a day, my friend.

Not easy, but well

That just means

good days are coming.

Am I right, Thistle?

Oui, of course.

Shut up. She's going to hear us.

She's not going to hear us, Pipe.

Her television is so loud.

Turn on some lights.

This is depressing.

And cheer up, Pipe.

Getting sad doesn't solve anything.

We don't have jobs. We're broke.

They're evicting us,

and we'll end up in the orphanage again.

There's no food.

What do you mean?

There was a can of something,

with those other things we bought.

Yeah, and we're fully stocked.

That's okay.

I'm going to use this

to prepare a delicacy.

Don't you get tired

of being so optimistic?

Why would I? It's the best.

I mean, if I'm so darn positive,

it's to balance your pessimism.

"The night is always darker

when dawn is near, Margarita."

That's what Pierre used to tell me

when I worried.

He taught me to be optimistic.

Did I tell you we met?

Well, I was very young

when suddenly Anieta died.

Finish packing your things.

We have to go.

-Where are we going?

-It's up to the family court.

But you can't stay here alone.

So let's go.

I had such a beautiful life.

We had a beautiful house,

I had a beautiful room,

all to myself.

The view was beautiful.

Anieta was all I had in the world.

I never knew about my parents.

Without her,

my life had became so dark.

But, in the middle of that dark night,

came the dawn.

And that light

It was so bright.

And, just like that, from the sky,

Pierre appeared.

Hi there, Margarita.

It's going to be a beautiful day.

This girl isn't going to an orphanage.

This girl is not alone.

Anieta appointed me

as her legal guardian

in case of something happening to her.

Are you ready?

You're a genius.

I can't believe this.

I thought you were exaggerating,

like those stories.

I'm not exaggerating. It's all true.

Well, but you do spice it up a bit,

just like this food.

Well, but the more ingredients

a story has,

the better it is, isn't it?

Well, but

But with you,

it's hard to know what is true.

Who's to tell what's true?

I lived it like that. I felt it.

To me he was like an angel,

who came at night

and brightened my life.

It's my story.

That's why I tell it like that.

-Just eat.

-Okay.

The only problem is when you tell it

to deceive someone else.

Then, it really is just a story.

Then I did a master's degree

in New Communication Technologies

I'm sorry, but I stopped listening

halfway through.

I couldn't care less

about what you studied,

or about your experience,

which is unverifiable anyway.

Okay. What do you care about?

I like what you did

with that boring politician,

without charisma,

that no one knew about.

In two months you reinvented him

and made him win.

-You're getting into politics?

-No.

No, but for some reason,

the Patron of the Future's committee

won't consider me.

And I need you

to put me on their radar,

and to put me on their agenda.

Why do you want to win?

I just want it. Can you do it?

I can't sell something

you're not, Delfina.

I don't agree.

Things are never as they seem.

Things are how you make them seem.

That's how the world works.

No, those lies never last.

Sooner or later,

they end up falling apart.

Listen, I talk from experience.

Truth is the only thing

that can stand the test of time.

No.

I wanted a publicist, not a lecture,

or I would've called a priest.

Thank you for everything. Bye.

Excuse me.

And I didn't mean to lecture you.

But when it comes to clients,

I'd rather work with the truth.

They don't take you into account

because of the image you're projecting.

You live in this huge mansion,

all by yourself.

Even when you're surrounded,

you still look lonely.

You're perceived as cold and distant.

They'd rather give the prize

to someone friendlier,

someone warmer,

who looks like one of us.

Have a good night.

What can I do to change

the perception they have of me?

There we go.

Now this is different.

Well, we worked all night.

Yes, and it shows.

It has a soul and a concept.

I'm going to do it here.

I think we totally

achieved something.

Get the streaming going.

-So?

-She will be leaving soon.

She knows we're here.

She's not leaving.

We need a shower

if we want to get a job.

I love it when you wake up positive.

Listen to my EmotiFairies.

You need it more than I do.

I just want to take a shower,

and get out of here.

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

I hope to find you

To love you again

HANGAR SOHO IS LIVE

Delfina Santillan is live!

She's the coolest!

Yes, I know you're surprised.

I know you were waiting

for the special edition of the magazine.

Soon you'll have unlimited access

to all the stories,

which are spectacular.

But first, I have an announcement.

I know many young people

love what we do here.

Our endless search for the most original

and most creative ideas.

Everything that happens here is a trend,

and do you know why?

Because we talk about what you like.

We talk about your interests.

Perhaps you've felt

like you have the talent,

the vision,

and even the mission to be here,

but you never really had the chance.

Well, this is your chance.

I'm giving out of scholarships

to young artists,

with a unique patronage project.

If you're a musician, an actor,

painter or a digital artist,

we are waiting for you here.

I'm selecting the best projects,

the most creative ones,

and we're all going to live

and work here,

in my house, for a while.

You see?

The dawn,

the light and the darkest hour.

You see how things

always turn around, Pipe?

Stop it. Listen.

Don't waste time.

Come to Hangar Soho.

If you feel that one

of the scholarships is yours,

come here and claim it.

Your future is here. I'll be waiting.

So, how was I?

Sweet, kind, warm and sensitive?

Yes, actually. You were pretty warm.

-Congrats.

-So warm!

I told you being and appearing

are the same thing.

Auntie, I just saw the live stream

and I loved it.

It's such a great idea.

Just one question. Can I participate?

You don't need a scholarship.

But if have an idea, like a project,

can I participate?

I don't know,

you might get surprised.

Listen, it wouldn't be ethical,

but if you have an amazing project,

of course I'll help you.

-Thanks!

-Please, don't.

That's why people like tales.

Because, in tales,

the protagonist's life changes.

Please, just let her shower.

She has a job interview.

Absolutely not.

Nobody bathes or sleeps here

without paying rent.

Please.

Doesn't matter.

I'll shower on the way there.

That's what we all want.

For life to change and transform.

If you don't pay me,

you're not getting in!

Pay what you owe!

You're nuts! You can't show up wet!

Who cares, Pipe?

Delfina said the scholarship is mine!

Tales aren't just made of facts.

They're what we remember.

Stop!

Just wait.

Come, Pipe.

Pipe, what are you doing?

Are you okay?

I'm perfectly fine.

You're going in like that?

What about your pitch?

I'm my own pitch.

What?

I felt a thingy-ma-jig.

What?

A jurgly. A fliquiti.

Someone's been knocking

on the door for hours,

yet no one answered.

Everyone's always ready

to collect their salary,

but there's no one to open a door.

This is absurd.

Is this a ghost house or something?

A story is something that happened,

but that still lives.

But a tale,

it's how we tell that story.

Who are you?

So, telling a tale

is like discovering your own story.

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

Im 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 can not 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