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AN ORIGINAL VIX SERIES

Jorge Negrete?

It's not true.

Well, I heard the poor guy pines for you

moping around the theater.

If only my mother could hear you.

She loved him.

He wanted her as his mother-in-law.

That's what you made, Lupita.

This has to be the last one because I'm a little tipsy.

Well, may tonight's toast

be the first of many.

To the brilliant career that awaits you.

You are the most beautiful woman

I've ever seen.

And would you marry me?

Tomorrow.

No, wait.

Let me show you how much I love you.

No.

You drive me crazy.

Lupita...

Lupita, Lupita...

Lupita!

Lupita!

Lupita.

Help!

Help!

Oh, my God!

- A stretcher! - A stretcher, a stretcher!

Please.

Secure her.

What happened? What happened?

Can you help me put the strap on?

We have to put her on this side.

- Let's go. - Is everything OK?

Here, I'll help you.

Come on, this way.

Oh, watch out!

Sit down here,

I'm going to check your pulse.

Oh, my God!

You're Pedro Infante!

Oh, my God!

A stretcher, please!

Antonio.

What's all that?

Weren't you going out with your friends?

Does Pedro pay you that much?

This is the fruit of my labors.

Thanks to me he makes more than he ever dreamed of.

I don't like you keeping all this money here.

Can't you put it in the bank with the rest?

Hello?

Where?

I'm on my way.

- What happened? - Pedro and his fucking plane.

What? Did he die?

No, he crashed, he's in the hospital.

And right when

I was planning the new tour.

Boatloads of money thrown in the trash.

Write down the date because today Pedro Infante

leaves us.

His whole head is shattered.

Were they coming from Acapulco?

Hey, hey, hey, it's María Luisa León!

María Luisa!

Did you know Pedro was traveling with another woman?

Is it true or false?

Margarita, Blanca or Lupita,

who was the woman from Acapulco?

Excuse me.

María Luisa, let us take a photo, please!

María Luisa, please, just a minute!

Well, then tell us the truth!

Are you getting divorced?

Show some respect, please.

Matouk,

where's Pedro?

He's still in the O.R.

And Torrentera?

He was with her, wasn't he?

María Luisa, I don't want to make you more nervous,

but the doctor said that part of his brain is exposed

and that's why they won't be able to move him.

But is he going to recover?

He also said he could lose his speech,

his vision or...

certain body movements.

Relax, Torrentera,

I'm not going to hurt you.

Although I could if I wanted to

and no one would find out.

You deserve it

for everything you've put me through.

Why?

Wh, wh...

Drink, I can't understand you at all.

Why don't you kill me

like you did to my baby?

Murderer.

I lost a pregnancy.

And you lost your little angel.

It was destiny that took her away,

not me, can't you see?

You tried to take my husband from me in bad faith

and God made you pay for it.

Whore!

Why don't you tell me how Pedro is and then leave?

They don't think he'll live.

I didn't want to take off in that storm,

but he's so stubborn.

You're the only one who can understand how I feel.

That's ridiculous.

They can't explain how

he carried you all the way here

with his head split like a pumpkin.

He must love you very much, really.

And you thought you had gotten rid of me.

Even if you're still stuck on me like a bed bug,

he always comes back to me,

to his only legitimate wife.

If Pedro makes it,

don't get pregnant again,

because I won't be so kind.

You stayed

By my side

With great indifference...

Your eyes didn't even

Turn to me

And yet you're still...

And yet you're still...

Linked to my existence...

I forget the lyrics.

Be patient.

Little by little.

What if I never sing again?

You'll focus on movies.

Because I'm so handsome now.

And yet you're still

Attached to my existence

And if I live a hundred years

A hundred years

I'll think of you

Don't worry about these things.

When they have something better

to talk about, they'll forget.

Well, they might,

but I won't.

But, my old lady,

we had an agreement about Lupita

and I'm fulfilling it, aren't I?

But discreetly, Pedro.

Don't make me look ridiculous

in front of all of Mexico.

You're a public figure.

It's no use having a lot of money

if you keep on being the same donkey from Guamúchil.

They're just going to laugh at you and your family.

I thought I'd never see you again, Pedro.

I think of you every minute...

Then why do you live with her?

Not because I want to.

If you don't leave her, she'll destroy us, Pedro.

Look at me, Lupita,

do you regret our love?

Don't ask me that, Pedro,

with all that we've had to suffer.

You are my downfall,

what else can I do?

And you are mine.

Slower, Pedro.

Why?

I'm pregnant.

What?

I love you, Lupita.

That disgusting bitch!

I hope her belly rots!

Piedad, what is it now?

The newspaper.

IS PEDRO'S BABY?

SIX MONTHS LATER

What if I had died on that plane?

What would have happened with my things?

You still have plenty left, Pedro.

I'm serious, what would have happened?

María Luisa would have received everything,

she's your wife.

And Lupita and my son?

They wouldn't have received anything,

but now with this will,

they are protected.

Today it will be certified by the notary.

Having you be my executor

puts me at ease, Matouk.

You know how I trust you, don't you?

It's an honor, Pedrito.

- Make yourself at home. - And take this.

For your expenses.

Thank you.

I already paid María Luisa, Lupita,

your siblings, and your mom, everything's in order.

Perfect.

Pedro,

will you come with me to the doctor?

- Yes, let's go. - No, no, you also need

to review the ledgers.

No need, brother, As I said...

Hi, son.

And in this, the fifth edition of

the Ariel Awards,

the award for the best actor goes to...

Roberto Cañedo,

for "Pueblerina" by Emilio Fernández.

Bravo!

I told you.

Bravo!

Bravo!

Shit, Perico,

If you wanted to kill yourself I would've given you a gun.

That was quite the scene, huh?

Don't you remember what the doctor said?

Your brain is exposed,

one little tap and you die.

I'm not going to die on a motorcycle

if I didn't die on a plane.

You can't risk it, Perico.

Mr. Ismael, Matouk is waiting for you

in his office.

- Pedro. - Good afternoon.

Stop worrying so much, Ismael.

It was just a little scratch,

you're exaggerating.

- Ismael. - Hello.

- Matouk. - Pedro.

And if I don't I win an award,

can't I at least have some fun?

Come on, Perico.

You were always so professional.

Don't tell me you're getting bent up

over a stupid award.

They're not going to give you an Ariel, stop suffering.

They have personal beef with you.

I need an artsy movie to silence those assholes.

Look, if you make an art film

you'll let down your fans just to appease

the clowns on the Academy

who will leave you empty-handed again.

If you won't give me that art film,

sorry, buddy,

we'll look somewhere else, Matouk.

Pedro, Pedro!

What's wrong with him?

Bring him to his senses, please.

ANOTHER FAILURE OF PEDRO INFANTE

The newspapers are all over him,

his two women won't give him any peace

and you aren't helping.

What Pedro needs is more respect from everyone.

And I hope you don't you take this personal, but...

we're going to try working with another director.

Something a little more serious.

Smile!

Smile!

Thank you.

Now, little man, go play.

Have fun with your friends and cousins.

Hey, over here, look.

See you later, son.

Yes, Dad, thank you.

- Hey, hey. - What happened?

I want to talk to you.

When are you going to help Ángel?

I already got him some roles

in some movies, Mom.

Small roles.

Get him something like what you're doing,

don't be selfish.

He's lazy.

Apart from the roles,

Pedro gives him money like everyone else.

Don't be like that, Mom.

Look at the house he bought for you.

Well, because

María Luisa helped him.

Which reminds me...

the whole family is gathered here

except for Marilú.

Really, Mom?

Oh, come on, Pedro.

Two women and both are sad.

Give me a break, Mom.

I take care of both of them, they lack for nothing.

Well, I hope that's true,

because God could leave me here alone

and stuck with the whole package.

Unless you decide get off those damn machines.

Oh, Mom,

calm down.

That's why I just made a will

so that neither them, nor you, will lack a thing.

We'll see about that.

You will see, now smile.

How are you, little guys?

- Lemonade? - Thank you.

What's wrong with Lupita? Is she mad?

She looks like she doesn't know anyone.

I didn't tell her that Matouk was going to be godfather.

It's better not to say anything, she's been like this lately.

Family,

one minute of your attention, please.

I want to make a toast, that all the blessings

rain down on this beautiful girl,

Lupita Infante,

my spiritual daughter.

This toast is to Lupita Infante Torrentera.

Cheers!

- Cheers! - Cheers!

Hey, all the kids over here.

We're going to break the piñata, hurry.

- Hurry up. - Come here.

Bunch of bums.

Where are we going to hang it?

You're not going to break the piñata in here.

I was told to do it here...

No, do it in the yard.

Let's go outside then.

I'm not going to work with Mr. Jorge, Ismael,

I'm sorry.

Well, you made your art film.

Do you want everyone to acknowledge you?

Do this comedy with me alongside Negrete.

I assure you that the Academy

will finally acknowledge you.

In addition, it's being produced by the president's son,

so money isn't an issue.

The president's son isn't worth

a damn in my book, Ismael.

Jorge Negrete and Pedro Infante together.

It's the best way to immortalize yourself.

I'm sure it would be for Pedro,

but...

- what's in it for me? - The script is impeccable.

Carlos Orellana polished it.

It's a great opportunity.

Sure, for Mr. Jorge to laugh at me.

I don't have the need

to share billing with someone

who I don't like, Ismael.

Ask for whatever you want, Jorge.

- No. - No.

Yes, Mr. President.

Yes, I'm with them here.

I'll put them on.

Yes.

Look, listen to me well,

stop all this bullshit

and work together

to bring joy to the country.

And I'm not going to forget

the support for my son

on his debut as a producer.

Are you going to say yes?

- Yes, Mr. President. - Yes, Mr. President.

Very well, goodbye.

No, I don't agree, Ismael,

But why, Perico? I'm telling you...

Why? Because this character

- comes off as a coward! - He doesn't, Perico.

So why doesn't he tell the truth then?

Because he gave his word to Rosario.

Whatever, I look like a fool

- and I don't like that. - You don't look like...

- What is it? - It's about the horses.

Yes, we'll check in just a minute.

No, you don't look like a fool, trust me.

- What are we going to do? - I wrote it, trust me.

Because these tantrums

from your godson are too much for me.

And if you could sing a little bit higher,

please, Mr. Jorge.

Well, I'm singing low

so people can hear you too.

Because, you may be in tune,

but you don't have the voice, Mr. Infante.

You're a...

smug one.

Don't talk to me like that!

- How could you shoot a gun! - Oh, how scary.

Please stop, here.

You're very macho, aren't you?

Shoot over here, why shoot at the ground?

Wait, no.

Pedro, please, don't!

Let me go! Let me go!

No, please, can you help me?

Please help me!

- Stop them! - Let go of me!

Stop, Jorge, don't hit him!

Let me go!

You have a hole in your head, you could die!

Ass! Why didn't you remind me?

And here I am going easy on you

because you don't even know how to use your hands!

When it's your turn, it's your turn,

even if you don't know how.

What's going on here, gentlemen?

Very good, you two, very good rehearsal,

very good rehearsal, very good makeup test!

How are you?

Please, let's reapply for Pedro and Jorge,

starting places, please, Pedro.

Please take a seat, sit down.

- Everything OK? - We were rehearsing.

- How are you? - Excellent.

That looked very real.

Yes, we're testing makeup,

so it's all very good.

- I'm so glad you're here. - Congratulations.

- Thank you. - I hope you're comfortable.

- See you shortly. - Perfect.

Everyone, first scene!

Everybody first scene, let's start shooting!

I haven't rehearsed in a long time,

but if you'll let me start again...

May I?

I've never seen so much passion and beauty together.

The position is yours.

Thank you.

Gentlemen, I want to propose a toast

to what will be the most important movie

in the history of Mexican cinema,

"Dos Tipos de Cuidado."

- Cheers! - Cheers!

Cheers!

It's all gone, I'm going to get some more.

That's right, Mr. Jorge.

Honestly, I was scared to work with you, man.

- You? - Sure.

I may taller, more handsome,

and sing better than you...

...but you have the factor

that people love, my friend.

You're blessed.

I was also plenty worried.

I mean, I watched your films in my village

and wanted to be even just a little bit like you.

I owe you an apology.

- No, no. - Yes, of course,

for all those years of belittling you.

You deserve that Ariel

and have for a long time.

But I wanted Lupita and you beat me, man.

Well, well.

I always knew that someone was trying to beat me to it,

but I didn't know it was out of jealousy.

From the day that I saw

how that girl looked at you,

I knew you were coming to take my place.

- No, no, no. - And I'm glad about it, Pedro,

I'm glad that it's someone like you.

Now I can rest at ease, my friend.

What are you talking about?

It's not like you're going to die tomorrow.

Oh, Pedro,

we're just passing through,

and don't have much time left.

Are we going to toast?

- Let's do it. - No, no, no, with tequila.

Waiter, two tequilas! Please!

Make them sing!

That's it, sing!

Sing!

Your call, Mr. Jorge.

- "Las Coplas"? - "Las Coplas."

Play "Las Coplas"!

Let's see...

People say sincerely

Every time There's a wedding

That the groom Always loves her

Or else to hold A wake for him

For this bride There is no grief

She's going to have A good husband

Because Bueno Is a good thing

At least His last name is

Jorge Bueno He's very good

Son of good Family too

And his grandfather Oh, he's good

Who else has A name like him

Put it on, but make it higher!

I'll try to be as good

As my last Name says

Make them Swallow poison

Those who have Asked for a wake

Pedro has a bad Last name

Repealing Is his quatrain

He's just smug

Because he's not bad He's... bad news

Pedro Malo Is very bad

Bad by obligation

And his grandfather Oh, how bad

You have to buy Him a lion

Cheers!

Well, cheers.

Well, I'm going to toast with tequila,

so as not to offend you.

Cheers.

Thank you.

See you soon, I have to go, I have some things to do.

Thank you.

PEDRO INFANTE'S NEW CONQUEST

I'm going to try to control him a bit more.

I hope so,

but turn to page 24.

There is someone very important missing

and there's too much of a certain slut, don't you think?

I think you should talk

about these issues directly with him.

No, you're wrong,

because you're involved in all this.

You had Pedro sign a will behind my back

to favor that whore,

and I have to find out through my mother-in-law.

Have you forgotten who the real wife

of Pedro Infante is?

María Luisa, I don't...

Listen to me, you cheating Turk,

we all know that you steal from Pedro,

and me more than anyone.

Don't forget that I was his manager

before you knew anything.

With just two calls,

one to the Rodriguez's and another to the theaters,

I can prove to Pedro how much you're stealing,

and we'll see if you're still godfather to that girl of his,

or if you end up out on the street.

He gives me free rein, there's nothing to hide.

How well you lie, you have no shame.

I find this conversation very interesting,

but I have to go.

I haven't told him anything

because I've decided to devote all my energy

to my Dorita Luisa,

but don't challenge me as your enemy

because you won't like it.

I have Mrs. Cuca on my side

and all the Infantes to attack you.

A sad dove

Very early in the morning Went to sing to her

To her house alone

With the little doors Wide open

They say this pigeon Is nothing more

Than her soul

That it is still waiting For her to return

The unhappy one

Cucurrucucú...

Dove...

Lupita!

Please calm down!

Let me explain.

You're going tell me that's your sister

in the fucking photo, right?

I'm not like that witch who turns the other cheek.

Shorty, open up for me, please.

The door is jammed, please, shorty.

I'm not leaving here until you let me in

and I tell you I'm sorry.

Then you're going to die of old age, asshole!

Well, I think that's it, guys.

How much do I owe you?

Consider us even.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

Shorty, please!

This isn't funny, Pedro.

Pedro?

Pedro, are you OK?

Pedro?

Hey! Pedro.

Pedro?

And how's my charming old man?

Well, getting older,

the older he gets, the weaker.

Mommy,

if I don't make it, you know Matouk

has the will, right?

To split everything between María Luisa, Lupita,

my siblings, you, and Dad.

It's all in writing, Pedro,

there's nothing to be worried about.

But nothing's going to happen.

I don't know.

Are you sure you trust Matouk?

How would I not trust my daughter's godfather?

I owe this man

my life and much more.

By the way, I have some contracts for you,

you're going love them.

Don't worry, Mom.

Looks like what we talked about didn't sink in,

right, worm?

Here you go,

it's the will,

do whatever you want with it.

Hopefully we can live in peace.

Look, Pedro.

Is that mine?

You'll be much safer, you'll see.

Are you ready?

Doctor,

if something goes wrong

and you see that I'm going to be blind, or mute,

or crazy,

or even just not so great,

just send me to the other side.

I don't want anyone's pity.

Don't worry, everything will be fine.

Mrs. Cuca,

sit down for a while, you must be tired.

Come here.

Sometimes it seems like Pedro wants to die,

like he doesn't care.

You should put some of his properties in your name.

He doesn't even know what he has.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

How is he?

We don't know anything yet.

We're waiting.

The doctor.

Everyone,

it was a long and difficult operation,

but I have good news,

it was very successful.

GET WELL SOON! FROM YOUR CO-WORKERS

Hey!

Good morning, Perico!

Ah, Piporrín.

Hey, tell me you brought a newspaper,

I've been asking for one all morning.

No, but look,

I brought you a little gift.

Let's see.

- Can you? - Yes, of course.

From the best hairdresser in Mexico City.

Oh, wow!

Don't make me laugh, it still hurts.

And this bastard,

he's more handsome than me.

Hey,

are you all set for the premiere?

Yes, "Dos Tipos de Cuidado" is going to be

the most important premiere

in the history of Mexican cinema, Perico.

Even the president confirmed

and all the assholes on the Academy.

Great,

let's premiere, "chuchuluco."

Hey,

I was thinking,

I don't have a problem with Mr. Jorge

taking top billing

on all the posters,

in the presentations.

He started his career first

and he's done better as an artist that I.

He deserves it.

He also...

loved and admired you a great deal, Perico.

He was very proud of the work you did together.

What are you talking about?

What happened to Mr. Jorge?

Everything happened very quickly, Perico.

I tried to warn you,

but, you were just waking up

and the doctor prohibited us from telling you the news.

No.

In California they have announced to the world

the death of the Mexican actor

Jorge Negrete.

His untimely death has caused

great consternation throughout Latin America.

It's just that I'm so excited

for you to win the Ariel as yourself, Pedro.

I don't understand why I can't go,

if you want I can sit in the back.

Do I really have to explain in, Lupita?

For the press, I disappeared like

twelve covers and twenty of your floozies ago.

Honey, please, don't get like that.

Fine.

If you don't take me, I'll make my own plans.

I'm going to go

to have dinner with a friend.

- Which friend? - What do you care?

What about the kids?

I'll take them to my mom's.

You're old enough, you can do whatever you want.

You don't think I'll dare, do you?

If this is a game for you,

both of us can play, Pedro.

And the Ariel award for the best actor goes to

Pedro Armendáriz,

for "El Rebozo de Soledad" by Roberto Gavaldón.

Pedro!

Pedro, you can't leave like this.

Where are you going?

Pedro!

Fernando,

get me a tequila, double, please.

Forgive me, little brother,

but I need this shit now.

Another one, please.

I'll have the same.

Thank you.

You and your brothers only care about

making money.

No one works just for the love of art,

and a good part of the profits go to you.

Don't you realize what we've done together, Pedro?

Look,

who do you think people are going

to remember 50 years from now?

Roque Suazo or Pepe el Toro?

Who is Roque Suazo?

The character for whom Pedro Armendáriz

won the Ariel.

You see?

People are going to remember Pepe el Toro

and the Chorreada.

Have you forgotten that we work for those who

scrimp pennies from what they earn

to buy a ticket and come to see our stories?

So that after a week of hard work

we give them hope that in life

the good guys win, that love always wins,

so they can laugh out loud

to make the world a more bearable place.

That's who I work for,

not for those Academy clowns

who justify their mediocrity by giving themselves prizes.

Pedro, movies

are the most important inflow

of foreign currency after oil,

and your movies make that happen,

not the ones they call art.

Because you were always a rich kid,

daddy's son who never lacked for anything

and you think you're so great telling stories

about poor people to make you even richer.

You have no idea what you're talking about.

Being poor

is not pretty

or romantic.

Being poor

is bullshit.

My dad was more of an artist than you could ever be

and he raised us all in poverty.

My little brother,

my little brother died

because we couldn't get the medicine.

That's being poor.

You'd have to live it to understand it.

If it's not important to you

to be recognized for your art,

it is for Pedro Infante.

So, fuck

your romantic bullshit, asshole.

Pedro!

Why, Lupita?

That's what I've asked myself every day

since I met you, Pedro.

Why?

What does it feel like?

They didn't give it to you, did they?

Pedro, you're loved by everyone.

There is no one who doesn't adore you,

who doesn't want your affection.

However,

it's never enough for you.

What happened to you so it's never enough?

What more can I give you?

I don't want to hurt you anymore.

I believe you, Pedro.

But I can't go on like this.

Do you want to leave me?

THIS STORY IS BASED ON REAL EVENTS

BUT MOST OF THE SITUATIONS HAVE BEEN DRAMATIZED