01x03 - I'm more than my body

[bunniefuu]

No. Please don't, okay?

-No. Mario?
-What?

I don't want my daughter
to meet me like this.

With this cap on,
my face like this, all sweaty.

Absolutely not.

Hey, darling.

-You. How are you, honey?
-Fine.

Can you breastfeed her or something?

-I'll take care of her. Don't worry.
-Or fluids? What does she need now?

Give her fluids or something.
I'm going to sleep for a while, okay?

Sure, get some rest.

I want my daughter to meet me
when I look gorgeous.

-Okay, let's clean the area.
-Oh, no.

Oh.

No, no.

Hi.

Hi.

Hi, Sofía.

Hi, Sofía Gala.

I'm your mom.

Hi.

Hi, my baby.

She's beautiful.

My earring is falling.

Yes.

There, there. No, no.

She's grabbing your hair.

I gave birth to a woman.

I gave birth to a rival.

I gave birth to an actress.

Ladies and gentlemen, meet
the greatest vedette of the year 1988.

That's so cute.

She's a beauty.

What a debut!

She's a bit loud, this vedette.

She doesn't really like all this.

Either way, let's just…

I'm dying.

She has an exceptional physique, everyone.

-Quite the dramatic streak on her.
-It's great, right?

That part was. That was great.

And which part wasn't?

Mario.

He adds nothing, Moria.

Nobody gets his jokes.
He gets hung up on politics.

It's not working.

We need him out. It's not working.
You have to continue on alone, Moria.

Come in the bath with me.

-She says to come in the bath.
-No, Mario, I'm recording. You go on.

Oh, please!

Let's give a big round of applause
to our number one, Moria Casán, people.

-Here.
-What is this?

Nice, I'll drink this.

Is it good, Castiglione?

-Too salty.
-Finally, a drink you don't like.

Hey!

Okay.

Okay. Should we get some shampoo
on your head or not?

Put the camera down and come here.

Here we are, recording for posterity,
ladies and gentlemen.

We're here with
none other than Miss Moria Casán

and the ultimate diva,
our number one lady…

-Sofía Gala!
-Sofía Gala!

-A big round of applause!
-Very good. Look at Daddy.

-Here, Sof… There you go, yes.
-There you go.

-Very good!
-Beautiful smile. Let's see Mommy smile.

Oh, wow!

-No, give us a smile, come on.
-This is how I laugh, Mario.

-Oh, no.
-Come with us girls, Mario.

No, a water fight?

Oh, come on!

Look at her face. She didn't like it.

-Look what your mother did.
-Look.

Now sing the song, Mario.

I think it's like…

There's a tear streaming down your cheek

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

-I love you.
-I love you.

You hesitated there.

Oh, don't be a pain!

He's such a pain!

-You hesitated.
-So possessive.

So then I'll ask Juan to open the shot,

or just focus on you, and you say,

"Lucky I voted for Alfonsín!
Thank goodness for democracy!"

"With my weirdo husband
and the history of Congress,

I have stories for a lifetime."

Impeccable.

No notes.

See? That's why you're the best.

Let's go to bed. Okay?

I love it.

Mario.

How long has it been since you wrote
or directed something of your own?

-Excuse me, what was that then?
-No, I mean a play.

Oh. A long time. Yes.

Wouldn't you like to?

Yes, of course I would like to, but…
I don't understand why you're asking.

I don't know. I think it'd elevate you.
It would help you grow.

Are you saying you want to break up?

Artistically.

Is this your idea
or is it something the network wants?

Does it matter?

It matters, as long as
they've managed to convince you.

You call me paranoid, but they've
wanted to separate us for a while.

What's crucial is that
we keep in mind who we are as a duo

and all that we can do.

Of course, but wouldn't you like
to do something alone, without me?

And to be recognized because of that.

What if I can't?

You'll get over it.

That sounds easy.

-Why don't you relax, ma'am?
-Don't call me ma'am.

-I'm relaxed. You relax.
-You're not relaxed.

-You relax.
-Why don't you relax a little?

Let's see if this relaxes you.

There's no failure here,
but there's no fixing it.

What will Moria do without Mario?

Today the springs on my mattress
are feeling sweet and tender.

Politicians, athletes, and artists,

all of them In Bed With Moria.

IN BED WITH MORIA

Come on, Congressman.
Come closer. Don't be shy.

Thank you, Freddy,
for getting into bed with me.

You made yourself comfortable so fast.
How are you?

So far I have only had
one Peronist in bed and three Radicals.

-A good correlation of forces.
-You like it?

Are you comfy? Take off your jacket.
Here, I'll help you.

I want my bed to be open, like my mind.

Poor thing, the Senator is all sweaty.
Let me look at you.

Sweaty and with his eyes closed.

He can't believe it, poor thing.

Are you in my bed to offer up your heart?

Well, yes.
"Heart" is one way of saying it, right?

I have a problem.
I have nothing to give you in return.

No, you do. There is a lot to give here.

You want my robe?
I'll give it to you. Help me take it off.

You wear it to bed and you'll wake up
with the scent of a woman.

When I was a kid,
I had your posters on my wall.

-You fantasized about me?
-A lot.

So you're Fito "Phallus"?

You're looking handsome, Pato Galmarini.

You're not so bad yourself.

Current director
of the National Secretariat of Sports.

Tell me, how does it feel
to be in bed with me?

Well, it's a dream come true for me.

-Oh, cheers.
-Cheers.

-Should we do it arms linked?
-Arms linked, yes.

We are fully colonized. That's it.

There is no one like Alfonsín.
There won't be anyone like him.

-And people refuse to see it.
-Mario.

Can you leave the clown alone?
Go play with the kids, okay?

Happy birthday to you!

-Bravo!
-Bravo!

Happy birthday, So. My baby.

Daddy's little queen. My baby.

-Let's get some pics.
-Will you take a pic of us?

-Come, Mario.
-No. You do it.

-Come here.
-The three of you.

-Okay.
-Look at the camera.

Say cheese!

Fix your face.
It's a birthday, not a funeral.

-Over here, honey.
-Smile, Sofi.

-Look over there.
-Here.

Do you want a sad clown in the picture?

A sad dad is worse. Smile.

-Frida.
-Yes.

Bring some food for the kids,
and then we'll cut the cake.

Come, let's go get the balloon.

-We'll cut the cake later.
-Yes, Frida, thank you.

Our current situation is desperate.
It's madness.

Today's glory will be tomorrow's death.

In ten years' time,
we'll be fully colonized.

So, what do you think?

I like it. I like it a lot.

"The Moria Revue." All yours.

What do you think about premiering
in the summer at the Tabarís?

I love it.

Although I have to warn you
that it's going to be a rush,

because you'll have to run
from the theater to the network.

I didn't tell you yet, but…

Next year's lineup is set,
and In Bed with Moria has been renewed.

Yay! I can handle everything,
Carlitos, don't worry.

Great. Listen to me.

Regarding the script for the show,
the comedy part, I mean…

Mario wouldn't write it.

I have some wonderful new writers,

these amazing guys
who get my humor perfectly.

-Trust me.
-I trust you completely.

I trust you completely.

So, Carlitos? Did she convince you yet?

I didn't need convincing. I mean…

Moria as the star comic, revue, stairways.
It's a foolproof combo.

It's a trademark by now.

Of course. Plus, in this country,
there's an audience for everything.

What are you up to?

-I'm still writing.
-Good.

A comedy?

A comedy, yes.

Send it to me when you have it.

I'll do that.

-So? Is it good?
-Yes, it's delicious.

I have to leave
because I have the premiere tonight.

-See you there, right?
-Of course, we'll be there.

-Perfect.
-I'll walk you out.

-Thank you.
-Let's go.

Bye, Carlitos.

This is for the caterers.

-They'll be happy. I'll take it to them.
-Mario?

I saw him go up to his room, ma'am.

How was he?

Normal.

-I can go up and check on him.
-Don't worry, Frida, I'll go.

If you need anything, let me know.

Just some quiet.

Sofi was so happy.
She had such a great time.

She played all day. She took pictures.

She likes having her picture taken,
like you.

She's so funny.

Thank you, Frida.

Thanks for everything.
I'm happy to have you here.

Excuse me, I'll take these.

Please, go.

-Hurry up, Mario!
-Hold on!

Come on, honey, I'm running late.

You are always rushing me.
You can't be rushing me all the time.

I was finishing my hair.
This humidity is making it a mess.

Are you always going to hate
everything I do without you?

-That's not true.
-Answer my question.

What's wrong with me telling you
that something's a dud?

-I say it about my own stuff too.
-What?

-No, you never say it about your stuff.
-You hate when I tell you the truth.

You never say it about yourself.
You're a genius and I'm an idiot.

You just want yes-men
who tell you nice things.

And I tell you the truth
because I don't lie and I love you.

You don't love me right, then.
You're not okay and that's not on me.

-I'm tired.
-Tired of what?

All you do is sit on your a*s.
Why are you tired?

-Tired of you.
-Me?

Yes, the way you see me.
You treat me like a failure.

And how do you treat me?
You never support me, you criticize me.

You fight me on everything.
Living with you is unbearable, Mario.

Oh please! Living with you
is unbearable too.

I do support you.
Back when you had third-line billing--

Third line? I was always first!

-I didn't say that.
-Please! Let me say this.

-I did always support you and--
-I did too.

And all you did was lock yourself
in your universe with a bottle of whiskey

and boycott me nonstop!

-Nonstop!
-Don't bring up the whiskey.

What are you tired of? Tell me.

Are you tired of sitting your a*s
in the Mercedes I bought with all my duds?

Don't be a f*cking idiot!

-Go with them.
-Who?

Everyone except me.

I'll tell you something.

You are a meteorite.

You're the brightest person I know,
but you're not a star.

And I am.

How long will you hold that against me?

Get out of the car.

Get out of the car, Mario.

This is not a threat,
but I'm not coming back.

I was surprised you called.

You missed me.

-A little.
-A little?

Why don't we go away for a few days?

For old times' sake?

For old times' sake.

I can't. I have to work.

I'm putting on my own revue.

You're doing everything alone?

I'm leaving.

Wait, Moria.

Have a think. Think about it. I'm here.

-Moria.
-How are you, Batato?

I'm hot. I have a fever today.

Let me see.

Oh, no. You don't just have a fever.
You're burning up.

Don't exaggerate, okay?

What are those?

-I'll debut them on your show.
-I love it. You went all out.

-The pearls. Love it.
-The guest is already on set.

Hey, we're changing the line-up.
I want Batato in bed.

-He's slated for another segment.
-I want him in bed.

Not every day do I have a star
of the Buenos Aires underground.

-What about the Congressman?
-I don't know. The Congressman can wait.

I'll interview him in the living room.
Or reschedule him. Batato gets priority.

A big round of applause!

Hi!

-It's a tit-à-tit!
-It really is! Look at this.

Wow!

Look at this. It's never been seen.
Two powerhouses colliding.

I brought you a gift.

-Show me.
-Here it is.

Let's see what it is.

-A small gift.
-Let's see.

Oh, a banana!

I love bananas.

But don't think I brought it
so we could use it here.

How are you, Batato?
You look so handsome. You're gorgeous.

Handsome or gorgeous?
What should I call you?

Whatever you want.

Let me think. Neutral.

Neutral. I love it.

You can use it for anything.
Batato, you look neutral.

I've never been in bed with a woman.

This would be my first time.
You're making me a l*sbian.

But for you, I'll do it.

Oh, you're pure oxygen, Batato.
Tell me, where do we go after this?

To El Dorado.

What do you do at El Dorado?

I work as a hostess, and I recite poems.

-Recite something for me.
-Okay.

But on one condition.

Afterwards, give me a kiss.

Fine. What kind of kiss?

A romantic kiss.

Go ahead.

I wonder

If this living for the moment
And nothing else

If this wild and mind-blowing existence

If this vertigo

And this maelstrom
Of things and more things

If this beating life at its own game
And absorbing it and sipping it

And stroking it and sucking it

Will ultimately be
A good reason to keep going

To let myself just be
In a burst of laughter, for instance

Because inside my heart

There is blood

And inside my blood

There are cosmetics

Wow! A big round of applause
for Batato Barea!

You're coming out with me then?

Another night.

What if there is no other night?

A friend of mine always said,

"So many men, and so little time."

Because time runs out, huh?

Right. So we can't let anything
stop us in this life.

Not a f*cking bug or anything.

I wanted to say one more thing.

And that nothing remains of me
But the joy

Of someone who asked to come in
And was allowed to

It's music

It's death

What I wanted to say on nights as diverse

As the colors of the forest

You cheeky girl! You made me cry, dummy!

A round of applause for Batato Barea!

Sweetheart.

-Hey, careful. You'll fall.
-I'm falling. This bed is comfy.

-Is it comfy?
-Yes.

Jump in it. Is it comf-- Oh!

I'm dead.

I'm dead. We're gorgeous. There we go.

-This color is beautiful.
-Right?

-Do you like it?
-Yes.

-Excuse me, Mo.
-Yes?

There's someone here for you.
An important leading lady.

Oh gosh, it's Miss Nora Cárpena!
Come on in. How are you?

-How are you, Moria? Sorry to intrude.
-Oh, please.

Hi, pretty girl.
You must be the famous Sofía, right?

-So, want to get food with Rodri?
-Yes.

-Go on. Bring me something too.
-Okay.

Can you?

-Bye.
-I'll be back in a bit.

Okay, weirdo. Come on in.

Thank you. Excuse me.

To what do we owe
this star-studded visit, Cárpena?

I know you have a revue
in the works for summer

produced by Rottemberg.

But I'm here to offer you
something much better.

Witches.

It's a dramatic play.

We're five women
who reunite after many years.

We want to premiere in Mar del Plata
and do a season there.

There's Thelma Biral, Susana Campos,
Graciela Dufau, and me.

It's different from your usual thing.

But if you accept,
you would be the fifth in our group.

Why me?

Because you're a rarity.

And that's much more
than being an actress.

I've never done this before.

Your character is Luisa.

Read it. And then we'll talk.

"She knows it perfectly well…
and she has an opinion."

"You can hear the mother
walking on one side of the street

because she knows it perfectly well…
and she has an opinion."

-What about orange juice?
-Yes.

"You can hear the mother walking…"

-Morning.
-Morning. How did my girl sleep?

She slept great.

She wants breakfast here.
Do you want something?

Thank you, Frida. I'm good.

I'll be back with everything.
Get some sunscreen on.

So.

We're going to spend the summer
in Mar del Plata.

I decided that I'm going to do a play.

Your father and I tried,

but it didn't work out
and I learned my lesson.

It's not wise to show a new life

to someone who's not capable
of enjoying it.

So, from now on, it will be you and me.

Alone.

This will be a bit anarchic.

I want you to be free,
and I want to stay free too.

I never put things off
for anything or anyone

and I hope you don't either.

If you want to eat something,
you go and eat it.

If in the future you want to make love
to whoever, you go and do it.

I educated myself.

I decided my parents wouldn't,
and I intend to do the same with you.

Give it to me.

Look.

I want to live with you,

not for you.

I will care for you, but I won't stress.

You'll have to learn
a lot of things on your own.

Sometimes from watching me.

Sometimes you will agree,
and sometimes, you won't.

It's going to be up to you

to build your community.

Your village.

Sofía, I'm not qualified
to give you advice,

but I'll tell you something
and I want you to remember it.

I'll always be here for you.

Mommy, why are you so different?
Is it because you're a star?

No, honey. I'm not a star. I'm a Martian.

What? A Martian?

Do you want to see?

Here.

Look.

Come here.

Come here.

Come here.

Hello!

Oh, hello. Hi.

Okay, witches, our Luisa has arrived.

-How is it going?
-Hi.

So, say hello to Mom's coworkers.

-Hi.
-Sofi, I know you from TV.

-Welcome. Come, sit down.
-What a cutie.

How are you?

Are you okay?

Do you like Mom's new house?

You're going to make a lot of friends,

because we all brought our children.

And the theater's like an amusement park.
Full of mysteries.

Don't say that, you'll scare her.

Do you want to meet
the other witches' kids?

-Do you want to, So?
-Will you join me?

-Thank you.
-So cute.

Hi, Moria.

-Agustoni, how are you doing?
-How are you?

I'm fine.

-Should we start the reading?
-Yes.

Both the play
and the staging are realistic.

We don't need to discuss much to start.
Let's go from the top.

Very well.

I have no idea how to sing this,
but I memorized the lyrics.

It is called "Tantum Ergo",

it is the last part of a hymn
by Saint Thomas Aquinas.

It's what the characters sang
when they were in high school together.

-That's it.
-Don't worry. Follow us.

Let's go.

Tantum ergo sacramentum

Veneremur cernui

Et antiquum documentum

Novo cedat ritui

Tantum ergo sacramentum

Veneremur cernui

Et antiquum documentum

Novo cedat ritui

-So good!
-Perfect.

-Get ready, we're starting.
-Okay.

-Moria, your dressing room is that way.
-Fine.

-Welcome.
-Thank you.

Being a witch
is not just about doing magic.

Being a mother, being an actress,
and being a witch

are almost the same.

It's surviving the fire and moving on.

A witch joins the family.

And like any initiation,

I experience it like a shedding of skin.

A new era begins.

A new Moria.

Bravo!

WITCHES
YEAR 2000 SEASON

WITCHES
YEAR 1991 PREMIERE

WITCHES