All language subtitles for Horsegirls.2025.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264_(SDH)

♪

[Dog pants, barks]

[Margarita humming]

[Chimes clinking]

♪

Singers:
♪ Fast, she's fast ♪

♪ The fastest girl
in the world ♪

♪ She's good, she's great ♪

Margarita: ♪ She's fast ♪

Singers: ♪ And she's fast ♪
Margarita: ♪ She's fast ♪

♪ The fastest girl
in the world ♪

♪ She's good, and she's great
and she's fast ♪

Singers: ♪ She's fast ♪

♪ She's fast ♪

♪ The fastest girl
in the world ♪

♪ She's good ♪

♪ She's great ♪

[Horse neighs]

♪ She's good, and she's great,
and she's fast ♪

♪

Sandy: ...I'm singing

and I've had
some margaritas

and shots--tequila shots.

And, oh, my God.
So then when we get home,

we're stumbling across
the yard, and I fall down.

And then he picks me up
and he just--

Oh, my God,
he deadman carries me--

Or what is it called?
Fireman carry you?

You know what I'm talking
about? You know what I mean?

Like, firemen, right?
Woman: Yeah.

Sandy: Or I don't know when
they pick you up

and sling you over
the shoulder,

which is, like,
such a fun position,

or when I'm hanging over
his shoulder,

like, banging on his back.

Like, can we just sleep out
on the trampoline tonight?

Because I don't know why.

I thought it would be, like,
romantic or something,

so I totally convinced
him to do it. Oh, my God.

How was it?

It was freaking miserable.
It was so miserable.

It was the worst idea
I've ever had. Beyond.

Woman 2: You gotta bring him
with you one of these days.

Oh, well, he--he died,
actually.

Hey, ladies! How's it going?

Sandy: Hello. Hands.

Oh. Pfft. Duh.
[Grunts]

[Chuckles]

-So I was practicing--
-I can't hear you.

I was practicing my
galloping--

-Practicing what?
-On the treadmill,

I was practicing,
and it was...

-Volume.
-And it was awesome

and so cool, but then my legs
got caught on the thingy

and then I tripped and I fell,
and blah.

Women: Aw.

Oh. This is new.

I liked the beach painting
better.

It had all the bumpy bits
on it. This one doesn't fit.

So, Mom, can we get taquitos
after this?

Uh, we'll see.

My mother painted that,
Margarita.

I don't like it. So, Mom,
taquitos or no?

Um, let's just see, honey?

-Can you braid my hair?
-Sure.

Debbie: Do you know

how to French braid
your hair, Margarita?

No.

-I can teach you if you want.
-No, thanks.

Narrator: The entire
process lasts only
for a few minutes...

Margarita: "The mare chews
on the placenta..."

Narrator:
Once the foal comes out,

the mare chews
on the placenta...

Margarita: "Choking"!

Narrator:
...to prevent choking...

Sandy: Margarita, Margarita,
can we just please watch

something different?

Margarita:
No. I want to watch this.

Sandy: It's making me
nauseous.

Margarita: I thought chemo
made you nauseous.

[Sound of horse neighing]

Sandy: Oh, God. Come on.
Margarita: Shh!

Sandy: Have you heard back
from the grocery store yet?

Margarita: Um, no.
I never applied.

Margarita, look at me.

[Margarita moans]

I hate having a job.

Like, I don't want to have
to wear hard pants

and smile at people for money.
Sandy: But we have to do it.

You have to.

That's what being an adult is.

Now, just give me the remote,
please.

Margarita: Hyah! Hyah!
Take it from me.

Sandy: I'm serious.
Margarita: Hyah!

You're gonna give it to me!
Damn it! Give me the remote.

[Margarita growls]

Why are you being so mean?

[Remote thuds against couch]

Just come back in 30 minutes.

Margarita: OK!

Narrator: Shortly after birth,

the young horse is able
to run.

♪

[Diagetic dance music playing]

Coach: ♪ 1, 2, 3, 4, 5,
6, 7, 8 ♪

♪ 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 ♪

♪

Keep it tight, guys.
Keep it tight.

Good job, Madison.

Together, together.
There you go.

♪ 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 ♪

♪

[Gasps]

[Door slides open]

I'm sorry.

I know.

I'm serious, though, Margs.

I need you to start thinking
about getting a job again.

Margarita: No, thank you.
Um, where's the Coke--

Mom: Side door.

Margarita: Nice.

[Aluminum can with pop top
opens]

Um, are you mad at me?

I-I don't want
to get a job

because people are always mean
to me.

You know, you probably
shouldn't drink those

at night.

I'm sure it's full of
caffeine.

No, no. There isn't any.

Because there's
zero things in it.

Zero. That's why it's called
Coke Zero.

Um, why are you mad at me?

Sandy: I didn't say I was
mad at you.

Margarita: I can just tell.

You need to get a job,
Margarita.

I'm not asking you.
I'm telling you.

You should get bangs.

My hair doesn't like bangs.

I'm serious, Margs. It would
really help me out a lot.

You could dye it pink.

Well, that would be something.

I'll get a job at the stables.

Oh, come on, Margarita.
We've been through all this.

That guy is gonna file a
restraining order against you

if you keep
jumping over his fence.

And you didn't even like
those horseback riding lessons

when we had them,
you know?

That was different.

How was that different?

Well, there were
too many rules

and the helmet was too tight

and the lady kept yelling
at me

when I was trying to get
the horse to gallop

like the frickin' wind.

OK, well, if you can think

of a safer and better way that
doesn't involve trespassing,

then maybe we can consider
a job that involves horses.

But until then, let's just
look at regular jobs.

Fine.
[Sandy sighs]

Besides, you know,

Dana's daughter got
kicked in the face by a horse,

and then she had
to wear that retainer

with the fake teeth.

[Laughs]
Oh, yeah.

It's just because I care about
you, you know?

And I love you, I love you.

-OK, OK, Ok.
-[Laughs]

Aw.

♪

[Spits]

Ugh.

Really?

Sandy: Oh, no.

Oh, grab this.

♪

-You good?
-Oh, yeah.

Sandy: Good night.

-Mom?
-Yeah?

Can I ride a fake horse?

Well, that's what Cheeseburger
is, right?

I mean, that's why we got her.

Well, yeah, but if I did,
if I rode a fake horse,

then, like, you would be OK
with that, right?

Yeah, sure.

OK. Awesome. Thank you.

Uh, good night.

OK. Good night.
[Door shuts]

-Love you!
-I love you more.

♪

[Vehicle arrives]

♪

[Sound of horse snorting]

♪

[Sound of horse neighing]

[Sound of horses
galloping and jumping]

[Sound of neighing]

♪

[Man speaking indistinctly]

[Diagetic dance music plays]

Coach: Yeah.
Now, stretch out.

Stretch it out. Nice.

Uh, can I help you?

Oh. Hey, c-can-can I-I...?

Coach: Can you what?
Margarita: I-I don't know.

Well, I don't think you can
if you don't know.

Uh, can I--can I join
this, like,

horse class thingy,
God damn it?

[Students gasp]

Well, there you go.
That wasn't hard, was it?

No swearing next time.

♪

Hey, did I tell you to stop?

'Cause I have no problem

taking away
our matching bracelets

if we aren't here to work.

Madison, Madison, hair back.
I've told you.

[Diagetic dance music plays]

Come on if you're gonna join.

♪

Whoa! Your legs are, like,
so hairy.

Jean-Marie, look at her legs.

Whoa!
[Students laugh]

Coach: OK, ladies,
grab your horses.

Let's go. Formation. Let's go.

[Students speaking at once]

♪

Hey, that's my horse.

Sorry, sorry. My bad. Sorry.

Student: Did she just try
and steal your horse?

No, I didn't.

Jean Marie:
You totally just did.

Margarita: No I didn't,
you liar.

You're supposed to bring
your own horse, sweetie.

Coach: Hey, hey.
Settle down.

OK.
[Metronome playing rhythm]

Hey, hey, where are you going?

To get a horse.

[Softly]
Losers.

[Door slams]

♪

Sandy: What did you do
to Cheeseburger?

What the hell are you doing?

You don't like it?

No, I don't, I hate it.

You know, it'll look better

once it's all evened out,
you know?

[Turns on razor]

Hey! Stop it! No, no, no.
Stop shaving.

No, Margarita, Margarita,
stop.

You look ugly. You look ugly.
Stop shaving it!

You're gonna get hurt.
Margarita, stop. It's off!

It's off.

Ohh, it's off.

You really think I look ugly?

I don't--I don't like you
without hair.

Yeah, well, I don't either.
[Chuckles]

[Exhales]

[Laughing]

Why are you laughing?

No. Should I just leave it
like this?

-No.
-Ha ha! No?

I mean, at least I can still
braid it.

You can have the--the lady
at chemo

teach you how to French braid.

[Laughs]

Can I try?

-Shave?
-Yeah.

OK.

I'm gonna get a stool.

Put that there.

And you just turn it on there
and go back.

[Razor buzzing]

There you go. That's good.
Yeah. That's it.

Just you can even press down
a little harder.

It doesn't hurt.

-It's--it's kind of cool.
-Yeah?

Yeah.

Yeah. You're doing a good job.

OK. So...

[Sniffles]
I'll get a job.

♪

I will.

♪

OK.

♪

Program narrator:
Horses--majestic,

powerful, and graceful.

From the windswept plains of
Mongolia

to the rolling grasslands of
the American West,

horses have roamed
the earth for millennia.

They are symbols of freedom,
resilience,

and the untamed spirit
of nature.

[Razor turns on and off]

But what lies beneath their
beauty?

What makes these animals...
[Razor running]

[Margarita gasps]
Margarita: Ow.

Narrator: ...one of nature's
most enduring survivors?

Today, horses continue to...

[Birds chirping]

[Electronic doorbell beeps]

[Loud screaming on recording
sounds, Margarita gasps]

[Laughs]

Employee: Hey, Hank, can you
come to the back?

Hank: Yeah, yeah,
I'm on my way.

I'm gonna see you in a bit.

Oh, excuse me. Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Uh, can I help you?

I was wondering if maybe
I could work here,

I mean, if you would let me.

What? Oh. Did you email me
an application?

No.

We request that all applicants
fill out an online application

before coming in.

And after reviewing it,
we can set up an interview

from there.
So, yeah, email me.

Well, since I'm already here,

I was thinking that we could
do the interview now.

Uh, yeah.

But, you know, we don't do
interviews on the spot.

You have to...

What--what's your name?

Margarita.

-Margarita?
-Yeah, like the drink.

Uh, my mom and dad
named me that

because they were drunk
on margaritas

the night they conceived me.

Oh. Huh. Wow.

I know, huh?

[Indistinct conversation]

Wait, wait, wait.
Let me show you this.

Watch, watch this.

[Loud screaming on recording
sounds]

Isn't it great?

You can get one, and you can
put it by your house,

and you can scare
the trick or treaters.

Employee, on walkie-talkie:
Hank, are you coming?

Margarita: I'm thinking about
getting one for my house.

Boy: Can we get it?

Give me two minutes, Felix.

Margarita: You should get it.
It's so funny.

Mother: OK, OK. You sold us.

Margarita: Yes!

I did it. I did it. I did it,
baby.

You got an interview?

-No. He hired me.
-What?

Yeah. I'm a working woman.

He was all, "You're hired."

And I was all like,
"Heck, yeah, I am."

Wow. When does he want you
to start?

I don't know.

Do you have to do
any training or...?

I don't know.

Well, did he say what you
would be doing?

Yeah, work there?
[Pfft]

Ah. OK. Um...wow.

Well, we need to celebrate.

Yeah! Celebration dinner
in honor of me.

Sandy: Yes. OK, um,

we can, uh, you know,
we can go to Buster's

and get that combo app thingy
that you like.

Combo-nation.

Combo-nation. Right. Right.
Um, OK.

I just, uh,
need to run a quick errand,

but I can meet you there,
like, what, six-ish?

-Six-ish!
-OK. Um, I'll meet you there.

-Meet you there?
-OK. Love you.

Margarita: Love you more.

Excuse me.
Can I speak to the manager?

Oh, I'm the manager--Hank.

Uh, my daughter was just in
here. Her name is Margarita.

Hank: Oh, Margarita.

Your daughter is quite
the saleswoman.

[Sandy chuckles]

You know, I think you should
know

she's a very capable
young woman.

Hank: Yeah, yeah,
that's why I hired her.

Yeah. She's very smart.

She has a college degree
in English.

Oh. That's wonderful.

Sandy: You know,
you should know that, um...

[Balloon inflator whirs
noisily]

[Exhales]

Yeah. I wanted to just say,

you know, just be clear when
you're giving her directions.

Hank: Oh, definitely.

And she doesn't always pick up
on sarcasm.

Oh, me, too. Makes no sense
to me half the time.

And if she ever, you know,
talks back,

she's not trying to be
disrespectful.

She's just, you know,

she speaks her mind
and she tells the truth.

It, uh, can come off kind
of blunt sometimes.

Hank: Oh, good.
Honesty is important.

You know, I don't think
you're quite understanding

what I'm trying to say.

Ma'am, I have no doubt that
your daughter

is a hard worker.

You have nothing
to worry about.

I'm not worried.

Hank: Oh, of course not.

So, uh, let me know if you
have any other questions

or concerns.

Have a good day, ma'am.

Felix: Have a--
have a good day.

Sandy: Thank you.

[Balloon inflator whirs
noisily]

[Door is locked]

Can you let me in?

[Indistinct conversation]

Margarita: Thank you.

I'll just--I'll just--Yeah.

Student: That was really dumb.

Student 2:
Anyways, I was like,

"First of all, Jessica, they
wouldn't even invite you

to jump off a cliff."

Um, I'll--I'll--I'll get it...

[Student gasps]

What's your guys' names?

Uh, what's your name?

My name is Pinky.

It's not my real name,

but Coach gave me a nickname

because I have
pink streaks in my hair. See?

Margarita: That's awesome.

Are they real?
Pinky: Yeah.

That's Madison.
That's Jean Marie,

Sarah M., Sarah B., Melissa,
Nikki, and Kelsey.

Normally Madeline is here,

but she threw up at
Best Buy yesterday,

so I don't think she's coming.

Uh, cool, cool, cool.

Uhm, I'm Margarita.

Jean Marie: Wait. Margarita?

Yeah. Um, my mom and dad
named me after the drink

because they were drunk
on margaritas

the night they conceived me.

Jean Marie: Ew.

Pinky: Oh, my freaking God.
That's so embarrassing.

Madison: Oh, my God.

Margarita, What happened
to your legs?

Oh, uh, well, I, uh, fell
multiple, multiple times,

um, on the--on the tread--
treadmill.

Yeah, I was working out.

Do you guys go--
go to the gym?

Oh, I thought you just didn't
know how to shave your legs.

[Laughter]

What? No. That's frickin'
embarrassing.

My mom doesn't
let me shave my legs.

Pinky: Yeah, we know, Sarah M.

[Chuckles]
That's so funny.

Why is that funny?

Oh, I don't--I don't--
I don't know.

Coach: Ladies,
I'm telling you now,

don't waste my time.
I allowed you in early

so you can stretch,
so I want to see stretching

and not chitchatting.

Welcome back, Red.

Hi.

Pinky: Coach!
Coach: Quiet!

You got a horse today?

Yeah, yeah. Mm-hmm...

All right. Where's Madeline?

Students: She threw up at
Best Buy.

Coach: Awesome.

[Ringtone of horse neighing
and galloping]

Phone, phone, off, off. Off.

-I'm--I'm just--yeah.
-Just turn it off.

[Neighing ringtone plays]

Continue warming up,
ladies, all right?
[Shuts phone off]

Come here, Red. Come on.

[Harmonious music,
diagetic dance music plays]

What are you doing here, Red?

I--I want to be in this class.

Are you trying to be funny?

No. Why would that be funny?

Well, most people think a room
full of gymnastic rejects

and dance team wannabes is
something to make fun of.

Well, I-I wouldn't--

No, I don't think--

I think that's kind of sad,
actually.

I want to be in this class.

I love horses, but I-I'm not
allowed to ride them,

so I thought I would
do this or whatever.

-How old are you?
-22.

-18.
-What?

-You're 18.
-No, I'm 22--

Competition age categories
cut off at 18,

so you're 18. Got it?

Oh, OK. Yeah. Got it.

- Got it?
- Got it. Got it.

All right. It's $25 a week or
$100 at the end of the month,

cash or check.

Now, we practice
Monday through Thursday

from 4:00 to 7:00.

I don't accept tardiness.

Since you're not a minor,

I don't need
a guardian's signature,

but I do expect you to compete
on my team

at the sectionals competition
next time.

By signing this, you agree
to be our 10th,

and you will compete. Got it?

Uh...um...

I g-got it. Got it. I got it.

"Margarita"?

Yeah.

OK.

OK, ladies, ladies, ladies.
[Clap clap]

Um, thanks to Red here,

we are officially competing
in this year's sectionals!

[Students cheer loudly]

Coach: OK, OK, OK, OK.

We still have work to do,
so grab your horses

and line up for across
the floor.

Let's go.
[Clap clap]

Let's go, let's go. Let's go.

[Students cheer]

Move it, move it, move it,
move it, move it.

Coach: Line it up.

Jean Marie: No cutting.
Margarita: Oh, sorry, sorry.

My bad.

Coach: OK. 5, 6,

5, 6, 7, 8.

Leap. Nice.

Leap.

Get up. Nice.

[Sound of horse
galloping, neighing]

[Loud thudding]

[Sound of horse neighing,
loud thuds]

[Sound of horse's nicker]

[Sound of horse neighing]

[Neighing sounds continue]

[Sound of hoofbeats]

[Louder hoofbeats]

Coach: Red...

jump.

So, are you gonna go or what?

I'm gonna do it. Oh, my God.
Shut up.

Student: Oh, my God.

[Students chatting at once]

Coach: Hey, hey, hey.
Settle down.

[Exhales]

Hey, walk it off, Red.

Woman: Box it up for ya?

No, thanks. Just the check.

[Bar music playing]

[Bike approaching]

[Bike is parked,
footsteps approaching]

-You're in Dad's chair.
-Where were you?

Just riding around.

[Groans]

So you were just riding
around this whole time?

Yeah. Yeah, I was--
I was riding around

and I wasn't hungry,
so I didn't go to Buster's.

Oh, I know
you didn't go to Buster's.

I sat there for almost
two hours waiting for you.

Well, why didn't you
just pick up your phone?

I think it died. Ohh.

Did you not bring home
any apps?

Sandy: I thought you
said you weren't hungry.

Well, I wasn't hungry then,
but I am now.

Did you not bring home
anything?

Did you eat
the whole combo-nation?

Sandy: You know what?
Let me make you some food.

Please. Please allow me,
your sick mother,

to make you something to eat.

I mean, how selfish of me,

how awful not to bring home
any apps.

Bon appétit.

It's--it's cold.

Heat it up, then!

[Sandy exhales]

[Microwave beeping]

First you press the time,
then the power level,

then "start."

We've been through this.

It's time, power, "start."

Time, power, "start."

God. What are you going to do
when I'm not here to help you?

Starve? Damn it, Margarita.
You have to try.

Where are you going?

Uh, to my room.

No, no, no.
We're not done yet.

But I know
when you're like this.

You're just going to be
a bitch to me, so...

-Margarita.
-I didn't even do anything!

That's the problem.
You didn't do anything.

I mean, how am I supposed
to know you're OK

if you don't tell me
where you are?

How am I supposed
to trust you?

I'm an adult.

Then start acting like one.

I got a job for you.

You shouldn't get a job
for me.

You need to get a job for you!

That's what people do.
You know, they get jobs.

[Margarita moaning]

Just--just go to your room.

I got you a present.

[Microwave beeps 3 times,
Margarita exhales]

♪

[Sobs softly]

♪

[Thud]

[Sobbing softly]

[Horse nickers]

♪

It's OK. It's OK.
I'm--I'm fine. Yeah.

It's OK. I'm--I'm good.

♪

Thank you.

See? I'm good now.

♪

At least someone does.

♪

[Sound of horse's neigh]

Damn it!

[Horse nickers]

Sandy: Have a nice day.

Yeah, I'm gonna have
a nice day,

being an adult at
my stupid job

that I don't even want.

Hey, Hank.

[Sighs]

♪

Hi. How can I help you today?

-I work here now.
-Really? Cool.

I'm Felix.

All right.

-Hey, Margarita.
-Hey.

-Hey.
-Hey.

Hey. So let's get you
in on the inventory.

-Inventory!
-Cool.

It's very cool.

Cool. OK, then.

By the way, I-I-I don't think
that this job is stupid.

I just had to make a point
to my mom.

I freakin' love Halloween.

Hank: Oh. Fair enough.
OK, then.

So we organize costumes using
barcode numbers,

and each of you will be given
the barcode numbers

to sort and organize
inventory.

But lucky for you,
we have a secret weapon,

right, Felix?

What weapon?

Hank: You know the 00625?

00625. 625.

Oh, that's the King of
the Jungle costume.

Hank: And he's right!
Felix: Heck, yeah, I am!

Margarita: Cool, cool, cool.

Well, speaking of pay
and numbers, um,

I was just wondering,
you know,

can I ask about pay?

Like, if you can pay me in
cash

or maybe if you could,
like, pay me

before the first of the month.

Let me know if that works.

Wait. We have a choice?

Not really, but I'll see what
I can do.

-Can I get a raise?
-No.

Worth a shot.

Hank: OK, let's keep it
moving.

So if you notice we're
running low on any costume,

prop, accessory, whatever,
you come out here

and find the corresponding
number on the box.

Uh, actually, can one of you
grab this one for me, please?

Oh, does--does that mean me?
Is that a rule?

[Walkie-talkie beeps]

Hank: Um...

use your legs.
It's heavy.

No it's not. Where to?

Oh, aisle 4.
Felix, go with her, please.

Roger.

I thought his name was Hank.

♪

[Button beeping]

[Beeping continues]

♪

Coach: 5, 6, 7, 8.

Tight.

Where you going?

Walk it off, Red.
Walk it off.

Felix: Margarita. I thought
you were off at 2:00.

Well, I am, I-I was.

Don't say anything, please.

Just pretend like I was here.
[Walkie-talkie beeps]

-I don't lie.
-It's not a lie.

It's not the truth.

Fine.

Then it is a lie.

Please.

Not my problem.

♪

[Phone ringing]

[Treadmill button beeping]

♪

[Thud]

1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2,

1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2. Nice.

Keep going...

Margarita: Sarah M.,
I can't see.

Coach: 1, 2, 1, 2. Focus.

Knees up. 1, 2, 1, 2...

♪

Hey.

Sandy: Why are you so sweaty?

Margarita:
Why are you so sweaty?

[Coach clapping rhythm]

Coach: 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2...

Margarita: Move. I can't see.
Coach: Move your feet.

Rhythm, rhythm. 1, 2, 1, 2--

-Hey!
-Red!

Margarita: She started it.

Show me that again.

Go ahead.

Yeah! Yes.

We're going to keep that,
thank you.

1, 2, 1, 2. Good job.

Singers: ♪ The fastest girl in
the world ♪

♪ She's good ♪

♪ She's great ♪

♪ She's good, and she's great,
and she's fast ♪

Coach: Together, together.
There you go. 1, 2...

Narrator:
Once the foal comes out,

the mare chews on the
placenta to prevent choking.

This entire process
typically lasts only...

Sandy: Those are
some new moves.

No, they're not.

Narrator: In a matter of
moments, a new life is born.

[Heavy thudding sounds]

♪

[Sound of horse neighing]

♪

Singers: ♪ She's fast ♪

♪ She's fast... ♪

Yeah! I did it, baby.

Yeah! Want to see a trick?

Felix: Sure.

Check it.

Singers: ♪ She's great ♪

♪ She's good, and she's
great, and she's fast... ♪

Felix: Cool.
Margarita: Yeah!

Coach: Leap.
[Claps]

♪

Coach: Hey, that's
what I'm talking about, Red.

Good job.

That was really good.

Thank you.

[Phone rings]

Hey, ladies, how's it going?

Ooh, love the hair, Sandy.

I know. Isn't she cute?

It was all Margs' idea.

Yeah, I knew it'd be awesome.

Hi. Sandy, progesterone
positive, HER2-negative.

Rose, primary peritoneal
carcinoma.

Sandy: That's ovarian, right?

Yep. Yours is breast?

Yeah. It's ridiculous.

We get these female parts

and they end up trying
to kill us.

[Both chuckle]

Where's--where's the other--
the other lady?

Rose: Do you recommend a port?

Sandy: Yeah. Well, this is
my third time,

so my veins are
absolutely destroyed.

Rose: Oh, my God.
I'm so sorry.

Sandy: I'm still here.
Rose: Right.

Where's--where's the other--
where's the...?

Doctor: Hey, Margs, I haven't
seen you here in a while now.

Margarita: Yeah, I think
the last time I saw you was

right after your fiancé had
broken up with you.

Doctor: Heh! Good memory.

Sandy, this is Rayna.

She's in
our residency program.

She'll be shadowing me.

So, how are you doing?

-I'm still here.
-Lucky you.

Sandy: The luckiest.

I wanted to see if we could
get you in for a scan

on Friday
instead of next week.

Would that work for you?

Uh, yeah, that should work.
Is everything OK?

Yeah. Um, my Friday
just canceled,

so I figured I'd run over here
and see if you'd be up for it.

Sandy: Sure. Um, let me just
check my schedule. Um...

-Mom?
-Oh, hold on one second.

Sandy: Um, let's see.

Doctor: I mean, maybe 2:00?

2:00. Hmm.

I think that's pretty
open there.

Mom?
[Doctor and Sandy laugh]

One second, honey. 2 p.m.

So 2 p.m. on Friday?

-Yeah.
-OK.

All right. Well, Sandy,
I will see you

at 2 p.m. on Friday, then.

Sandy: Great.
I'll see you then, then.

Doctor: See you then, then.

-Mom!
-What?

Doctor: Bye, Margarita.

Bye.
[Chuckles]

Mom?

-What is it?
-Where's Debbie?

Margarita: Oh. Um...
Kim: She--

Sandy, um...

she died Monday night.

[Sighs]

Ohh.

[Chokes up]

God. She was--

she was so...

37. So young.

♪

Well, that's not
frickin' fair.

-No.
-No, it's not.

♪

You can teach me.

What?

The French braiding.

You can teach me now.

♪

OK. Um...
[Clears throat]

OK. Well, first we'll take out
the clips.

All right.

It starts when you just--

you got to get three pieces,

starting from the top.
[Telephone ringing]

♪

-Hey, Sandy, how's it going?
-Still kicking.

That's good to hear.
No Margarita today?

Uh, no, no. She's not here.

Is she your only one?

Yeah.

[Rayna squeezing
blood pressure monitor pump]

[Air hisses]

Rayna: I'm an only child, too.

Oh. You both have red hair.
[Clears throat]

Rayna: Yeah, well,
don't tell anyone.

Mine's fake.

[Chuckles]
Well, it suits you.

Thank you.

My mom, um, actually had
cancer when I was growing up.

Well, is she the reason
that you...?

Want to be a doctor? Yep.

Cliché. I know.

She must be proud.

Well, she's definitely
worried about the debt,

that's for sure.

Well, we just worry
because we care.

And we just want to make sure

that our kids are going
to be OK on their own.

[Heartbeat]

[Film projector whirring]

[Girls laughing]

-Wrong way.
-I want to see that.

Man on film: Is it--is it
like this?

[Students in classroom
speaking at once]

-I miss him.
-He was the best.

I know.

Man with glasses on film:
OK, I believe in you.

Oh! Oh! Oh!

[Students in classroom laugh]

Aw.

Man with glasses on film:
What do you say to people

who tease you or think you're
strange for doing this?

I don't say anything.

I don't speak to them

because they are not
the most important to me.

I find it is no good
to judge myself

by what the people
in the stands think.

Man with glasses:
Get that, babe?

[Students in classroom
speaking excitedly]

Coach on film: Stop, stop.

Aw. Stop.
[Students in classroom laugh]

Just interview the girls.

♪

Man with glasses on film:
Look at this.

Oh, my God. There's
a little farm over there.

Ah!
[Sighs]

It's so beautiful.

Oh, my God.

Man with glasses on film:
It's so cute.

Excuse me. You don't know what
you're doing.

[Video camera button clicks]

[Student in classroom
chuckles softly]

♪

Good-bye.

[Coach exhales]

-Good night, Red.
-Good night, Coach.

Coach: You got a ride?

Uh, yeah.
No. Um, I'm biking home.

I just--I wanted to say
good-bye to everyone first.

OK, then.

Uh, wait. I had an idea
for our costumes

in the finale routine.

All right. Shoot.

Uh, you--your jumpsuit.
It's awesome.

And I think we should all
wear one.

Like, we'd look so awesome.

Yeah. Very funny.

No. I'm-I'm serious.
It's so cool.

Like, we could all wear
different colors and stuff.

-Is that right?
-Yeah.

And, um, we wouldn't have
to worry

about our bellies showing
when we jump

or, like, getting--our
shorts getting all wedgied.

Yeah, it's just an idea.
Whatever.

Bye, Coach.

-Wait, Red.
-Hmm?

Thank you.

Yeah, it's whatever.

No. I mean thank you
for joining our team.

You have been
a great addition.

-OK. Can I go now?
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Get out of here. Be safe.

[Margarita grunts]

-Bye, Coach.
-Bye, Red.

[Truck door shuts]

I'm home.

How was work?

Uh, work was, uh, fine.

Are you still unboxing?

Uh, yeah. Uh, Felix does
the log inputs

all--all in the inventory,

and I, uh, pick up
all the heavy--

Excuse me, ma'am.
What the heck are you doing?

What? It's Friday.

But you can't drink.

Oh, just did.

-Is it real?
-You want some?

Just--you told me that,
I mean, when--

you c--you can't drink when
you have cancer, I thought.

Well, I mean, no, technically,
you can do whatever you want

when you have cancer,

but it's usually when people
begin treatment

that they stop.

What the heck are you even
saying right now?

I'm saying that when I'm doing
chemo, I can't drink

because it makes me sick.

But I'm not
doing chemo anymore.

What? What--what do you mean?

I mean I'm not doing chemo
anymore.

Wait. What?!

Sandy: Shh.

Oh, my freakin'--

Really?

Really, really, yeah. Really!

-Oh, my God, Mom!
-Oh, Margs.

[Laughs]

Oh, we have to celebrate.
We have to party.

Oh, no, no, no, no.
Let's not, not this time.

Margarita: But it's--We've
done it the last few times.

It's tradition.

We've got to go to Los Amigos.

I just made all this chicken.

Screw the chicken.

Margarita and Sandy: ♪ I know
that you're in love with him ♪

♪ 'Cause I saw you dancin'
in the gym ♪

♪ You both kicked off
your shoes ♪

Margarita:
♪ Man, I dig those ♪

Both:
♪ Rhythm and blues ♪

Margarita:
♪ A lonely teenage ♪

Both: ♪ Broncin' buck ♪

♪ With a pink carnation
and a pickup truck ♪

♪ I knew I was out of luck ♪

♪ The day the music died ♪

Margarita: She doesn't have
cancer anymore!

[Cheering]

Margarita: Everyone was all,
"Whoo!"

And cheering.
Like, they were cheering.

And then you were all like,

"I can have a margarita
and white wine

because I don't have
cancer anymore."

-Well, I'm not doing chemo.
-Right. Yeah.

Everyone was cheering.
They were all loud.

I love you. I love you
so, so, so, so much.

-Aw...
- I love you, I love you,

I love you!

I love you.
[Chuckles]

Margarita: Hey, whoo!

[Margarita chuckles]

[Starts engine]

[Felix sighs]

Not my problem.

Hey, Felix,
is Margarita in the back?

She left her phone at home.

Uh, Felix, what's going on?

Do you know
where Margarita is?

Oh, boy. Oh, boy.

Felix, what's wrong?

[Telephone ringing]

I don't lie, so I can't lie,

OK.

I don't lie, so I can't lie.

OK. Um...

where is she?

I can't tell you where she is,

but you're not going
to be happy about it.

Coach: Nice wingspan.

Good, good, good.

Let's see.

Margarita,

I'm sorry.
Can I help you?

Mom.

What the hell
is going on here?

[Margarita stammers]

No, Mom. Mom, no, no.

Sandy: No, no, no. I just
went, and Felix told me

you've been leaving work
early for weeks.

I was--I was gonna
surprise you.

I-I-I wanted--

I was gonna compete
in the competition.

What?

The hobbyhorse competition.
I was gonna win a trophy,

and then I was gonna show
you how good I was at it.

-Who are you?
-Oh, Mom, this is Coach.

Margarita, go outside.

No, Mom, please, please...

No. Hey, hey, it's OK, Red.

Just step outside
for a moment, OK?

No, no, please.
Let me explain.

I-I mean, I want to compete.
I-I need to compete.

They--they need me.

I paid money to be
in the competition.

You gave him money?

Out now, right now.

[Margarita moans]

[Door opens, then shuts]

I need you to explain what
the hell is going on here.

Yeah, we--we're practicing for
our hobbyhorsing competition.

And, um, look, I wasn't aware

that she wasn't telling you
about all of this.

Um, I apologize
for any confusion.

Unbelievable.

This is, um...

I mean, this is not--

She's 22. She's supposed
to be working,

not playing
with a bunch of kids.

Your daughter has been a great
addition to our team, OK?

I'd love for you to stay
and watch.

I think you'd be quite
impressed by what she's--

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Stop. Please stop.

I don't need another person
telling me

how impressive my daughter is.

I know what she's capable of.

You have no idea
what it's like

to love and worry about
someone so much

and then watch people
just pity her.

That's not what's happening.

No, you don't know her.

She will not be coming back.

Understood.

I apologize.

Sandy: You lied to me.

Margarita: No, I didn't lie.

I-I-I asked you if I could
ride a fake horse,

and you said yes.
You said I could.

I mean, how am I supposed
to make you proud of me

if you won't let me
do anything?

Margarita, God,
I am proud of you.

I was proud of you.
You had a job.

I don't want a job.

Nobody wants a job.
That's life.

That's part of being
a grownup.

That's what being an adult is.

You always tell me
to be responsible.

I'm--I'm trying to be,
but you won't let me.

I mean, you won't let me
do anything I love.

I mean, you don't want me to
be happy.

All I ever do is try
to make you happy.

And my whole life
revolves around

making sure you're happy.

Margarita: You won't let me
ride horses

or--or--or do hobbyhorsing
with my friends.

Those girls,
they're not your friends.

Yes, they are.

I mean, you're--you're
just jealous

because you've been all alone

and you have
no friends since Dad died.

And you just keep me at home,
so I can be with you all day.

[Sighs]

People actually like me,
and you know it.

♪

[Door shuts]

[Sandy sobbing]

[Door opens]

Mom?

[Shuts door]

Mom...

I'm--I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

It's gonna be OK.

Mm-hmm.

I'm...I'm sorry.

♪

[Clinking]

[Keyboard, drum machine music]

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

Sandy: So how are
the taquitos tonight?

It's hard to taste anything

with my eardrums being
assaulted right now.

[Chuckles]

Well, maybe some ice cream
would help?

Y--yeah.
Ice cream could help maybe.

Excuse me. Um, can we
get a hot fudge sundae

with two spoons?

Thank you.

Um, so, hey, Uncle Patrick
is gonna come for a visit

next month.

What? Why?

You know, he just--
he wants to come see me

and, well, see both of us.

The last time Uncle Patrick
was here was when Dad died.

-That's not true.
-No, no. It's true.

Uh, you told me
Uncle Patrick was coming,

but you wouldn't tell me why.

Then he was here,

and then you told me that Dad
had an accident. Remember?

I mean, I think he's come
a few other times during--

That looks delicious.
[Song ends]

Emcee: Let's give a hand
for Sherman, everyone...

Sandy: Mmm.

Why are you acting funny?

I'm not acting funny.

Can we just talk about
this later?

Talk about what?
What's happening?

Margarita, nothing
is happening.

Oh, you're--you're lying.
We don't lie.

I'm not lying, Margarita.

Emcee: I've been told to
remind everyone

that our macho-sized
margaritas

are now being served at
happy hour prices.

Can we just talk about
this at home?

No, no.
That means something bad.

Tell me now!

-OK, OK.
-Tell me now!

All right. Shh.

You know how I was
in treatment, and...

Margarita: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I know...

I stopped. Well, it's not
because I was better.

It just--it stopped--

it just stopped responding.

Emcee: Up next, we have one of
our favorite performers

doing her classic,
"American Pie."

Can we just get the check
and go? Come on. OK?

[Crowd cheering
and applauding]

You lied?

No, no, I didn't lie.

You lied.

Emcee: Ladies and gentlemen,
please help me in welcoming

Miss Margarita to the stage.

-Margarita, don't.
-Come up here, Margarita.

Attendee: Whoo!

[Exhales]

OK.

[Keyboard music]

♪ A long, long time ago ♪

[Voice cracking]
♪ I can still remember ♪

♪ How that music
used to make me smile ♪

♪ And I knew if I had
my chance ♪

♪ That I could make
those people dance ♪

♪ And maybe they'd be
happy for a while ♪

♪ But February
made me shiver ♪

♪ Every paper I'd deliver ♪

♪ Bad news on the doorstep ♪

♪ I couldn't take
one more step ♪

♪ I can't remember
if I cried ♪

♪ When I read about
his widowed bride ♪

♪ But something touched me
deep inside ♪

♪ The day the music died ♪

♪

[Guitar music]

[Sobbing]

Red?

Coach?

What are you doing here?

Well, I would say you needed
some help fixing this fence.

Apparently,
somebody keeps jumping it.

Coach: What are you
doing here?

I'm having a mental breakdown.

Coach: Can I join?

Um...when--
when did your husband die?

Last summer,

two days before his birthday.

-That sucks.
-Yeah, it really sucks.

But he cared a lot
about those girls.

Too much, if you ask me.

But he knew what it meant to
be a part of something,

so...I couldn't let
those girls down.

I just wanted them
to keep going.

Yeah.

[Clank]
Margarita: Yeah!

Coach: Oh, ho ho!
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Wait a minute.

Why is it--why didn't it fall?
How did it...?

Margarita: Oh, uh, my dad and
I used to sneak here together,

and he nailed it up there
on the branch,

so we didn't have
to climb up there

and reset it every time.

Coach: Oh.

Huh.

[Coach sighs]

I admire you, Red.

The world is very good

at making people feel small.

You're not afraid
to be yourself.

W--

Why would I be afraid
to be myself?

Coach: Most people are.

Try so hard

to be someone they think
they're "supposed to be."

That sounds exhausting.

[Wearily]
It is.

Do--do you--
do you hate me

because I can't compete
in the competition?

Coach: No.

No, not at all.

♪

I think...

Heh! I think it's impossible
for people to hate you.

Heh!

Margarita: N-no, um...no.

A...a old coworker

f-from my old job
I had, Susan.

She...

she said she hated me once.

Coach: OK, well,
it sounds to me

like Susan had
some personal issues.

[Both chuckle]
Margarita: Y-yeah.

Yeah, she--absolutely.
Um...

She...she told everyone

that Bono was her godfather.

There you go.

Bono.
[Margarita chuckles]

[Both laughing]

♪

Coach: Oh. Bono.

[Both chuckle]

Coach: Yeah. Oh.

♪

[Coach sighs]

♪

Well, I--I--I'm gonna go now.

-Sounds good.
-Bye, Coach!

Bye, Red.

Margarita, loudly: Bye, horse!

[Coach chuckles,
horse nickers]

[Coach sighs]

[Door creaks open]

♪

[Clock ticking]

[Passing traffic]

Felix: Maybe after this,
we could go to my house

and I can show you
my guitar.

Margarita: Maybe.
[Bell over door rings]

Pinky: Go, go, go.
Margarita: Pinky?

Jean Marie?

Hey, uh, hey.
I totally saw you.

Gotcha! Hee hee hee!
[Ghoul roars]

Pinky: Oh, my God.
Margarita.

We didn't even see you.

Margarita: What are
you guys doing here?

Madeline: We're just looking
for stuff for the competition,

like glitter and fake
eyelashes and stuff.

Did you guys try CVS?

They have makeup there.
I'm pretty sure.

My mom got her makeup
done there once.

It was awesome!
Felix: Hey,

aren't we supposed to sweep?
Margarita: Oh!

Felix, these are my friends
from hobbyhorsing.

Uh, that's Pinky,
that's Jean Marie,

that's Sarah M.,
and that's Madeline.

Pinky: Margarita,
you quit hobbyhorsing.

Margarita: I, uh, but I had to
because--because of my mom,

But I was totally gonna
tell you guys

that I'm--I'm coming back.

Pinky: I don't think
that's such a good idea.

We had to re-choreograph
everything.

But you guys don't have
to do that anymore

because I'm gonna be there.
Madeline: Since when?

-What? I never said I wasn't.
-Yeah,

except you haven't been
to practice and you don't know

any of the new choreo, so...

Margarita: I can learn it.

I'm getting really fast
at learning.

Felix: I'm pretty fast
at learning, too.

Pinky: Whoa, that's so cool.

Well, I'm really glad you
found people your own age

to hang out with, you know,
other than your mom.

Hank: Margarita, I need
your help in the back.

Margarita: Well, no, wait. I--
Hank: Now, please.

Pinky: Don't worry.
We were just going.

Yeah, my mom's outside.
We gotta get to practice.

Madeline: Um, if you really
were gonna try and compete,

we still know the old
finale routine.

It's way better than
the new one we had to learn.

No one else can do
the lift since you left.

Pinky: Madeline, let's go!
Madeline: Bye.

[Distant phone ringing]

No offense,

but your friends suck balls.

[Store music playing faintly]

[Phone continues ringing]

♪

[Quiet sobbing]

♪

[Distant music playing]

♪

[Galloping hoof beats]

♪

Patrick: Thank you.

Hello-o! Sis!

I swear to God, every time I
go to that damn pharmacy,

it's like the first day
for everyone who works there.

You know the concept
of a pharmacy?

[Sandy sighing]

Patrick: Hey.

Oh. Heh heh!

Sandy: Hey, Patty.
Patrick: Hey.

Hey.
Patrick: Hey. I'm sorry.

Yeah. Here.
Sandy: Hey.

[Sandy sighs]

Patrick: Uh, I got
your medicine.

Sandy: Oh, thank you.

Patrick: Um...

Sandy: Mm.

Patrick: Did you say the, uh,
the--the hospital worker's

gonna come at two?
Sandy: Yeah.

Yeah, 2:00.
Patrick: Yeah. All right.

Yeah? Um...
[Bag thuds]

All right. Let's see.

[Sighs]

Are these, uh,
are these dishes

dirty or clean?
[Dishes clink]

Oh, you know what?
They're clean. They're clean.

[Water runs]
All right.

Let's get some....

Here we go. There's this.
Sandy: Thank you.

Patrick: All right, let's get
you some of these...

[Pills rattle]
pharmaceuticals.

There you go.
Sandy: Mm.

Margarita: Uh, hey, Mom,
can we go see a movie

this weekend?
Patrick: Oh.

I'm sorry. Margarita.
Hey, you know what?

Your mom, she--
she doesn't have

that same energy that she
used to have, right?

Margarita: Hmm.
Patrick: Hey,

I have got an idea

in this little noggin.

How about this weekend,
you show me

that, uh, that horse
documentary

you've always been
talking to me about?

Margarita: OK. Yeah.
Patty: Yeah, I know.

-Cool.
-Yeah.

Sounds so good.
Heh heh!

[Patrick snoring]
Narrator: This entire process

typically
lasts only a few minutes.

In a matter of moments,
a new life is born.

When labor begins, the mare
will lie down, her body

signaling
the final stage of pregnancy.

[Narration continues,
indistinct]

Margarita: How goes it, lady?

Sandy: Hmm.
Living the dream.

[Sighing]

I feel gross.

Margarita: You're not gross.

Sandy: Will you help me
with something?

[Water sloshing]

♪

[Water sloshing]

♪

Sandy: Be gentle because
you just have to hold it

really still, by the way.

And, OK, good.
That looks good.

Um, yeah, so when you're
doing it, you just always

put it on the top,
never on the bottom

'cause then you'll look
like a raccoon.

♪

[Giggles]
Cool.

I like it.
I look awesome.

Yup.

So grown-up.

Margarita: I am grown-up.

[Sandy sighs]
I know.

Uh...

[Sighs]
Uh, mascara.

Yeah.

So--
Margarita: I--I--I knew

those girls weren't
my friends, by the way.

Sandy: What?

Margarita: The--the girls
at hobbyhorsing.

Um...tsk.

I--I knew they weren't
actually my friends.

I was just...it wa--

it was nice to f-feel
like I belonged...

you know?

Yeah.

Yeah.

[Quietly]
Yeah.

Sandy: Tsk.
[Sighs]

Wait. Uh, do you want
to get tattoos?

[Chuckling]
No, I do not.

I never--I've been poked
way too many times,

so never want to get a tattoo.
Margarita, loudly: Aw!

Come on! Come on!
Sandy, chuckling: No.

Patrick: Hey, hey, girls,
girls, girls, girls, girls.

Can you just, you know,
keep it down a little bit?

Just a little bit.
Sandy: Oh. Sorry, Patty.

Sorry, sorry.
Patrick: OK, no, no, it's OK.

Just, shh.
Just--[clicks teeth]--shh.

Thank you.

Margarita:
"Shh. OK. OK. Cool. Shh."

[Chuckling]

Shh.
[Giggles]

Margarita, gasping: We can--
we can do fake ones.

Yeah.
Sandy, whispering: OK. OK.

Just don't wake up Patty.
Margarita: Uh-huh.

Um...
[Sandy giggling]

Margarita: You can pick--
pick anything, right, and--

and you draw it on me,
and I'll draw something

on you and we surprise
each other!

Sandy, whispering:
OK. OK. Me first?

-Yeah.
-OK. OK.

OK, I'm not gonna look.

-Yeah, no peeking.
-No. Heh heh!

[Normal voice] And then
this one goes to the kitchen.

I know it looks confusing,

but it's not.
I'll label everything.

Now, why don't we get a label
maker and do it right now?

-No, I--I got it.
-Oh, come on.

You're gonna forget.
It takes five minutes.

Don't be lazy.

Margarita: Rrr!

[Click]
Margarita: Just like this?

Sandy: Mm-hmm,
just like this.

And he was over there

and I was over here and...

[Chuckling]
We were so drunk.

[Margarita chuckles]

Hmm.

Sandy: Tsk.
[Sighs]

Margarita:
Uh, Mom? I'm--

I'm gonna go tomorrow.

I'm not gonna give up.

Sandy: Go where?

Margarita:
To--I'm gonna compete

in the hobbyhorse
competition.

♪

Sandy: Do it.
Margarita: Really?

Sandy, whispering: Yes.

♪

Margarita:
You...you won't be mad at me?

Sandy: I just want you
to be happy.

Margarita:
Well, I am happy.

I'm the happiest I've been
in my whole life.

♪

Sandy: Me, too.

♪

Margarita: Are you scared?

♪

Sandy: Scared of what?

♪

Margarita: Dying.

Sandy: Mm, not of dying.

♪

Scared of leaving you behind.

Margarita: Don't be.

Sandy: Well, I just
want you to be OK.

Margarita: Of course
I'm gonna be OK

'cause I have you as a mom,
and I--I don't think there's

anyone who wouldn't be OK
if you raised them.

It's, like, impossible.

♪

Sandy: Then I'm not afraid
of anything anymore.

♪

[Sandy sighs]

♪

I'm gonna be there tomorrow.

Margarita: What?

Sandy: At the competition.

I'll be there.

Margarita: OK.

♪

[Knock on door]

Margarita: Hey.

Uncle Pat?

Uncle Patrick!

Patrick: What?
Is everything OK?

Margarita: Yeah, yeah,
everything's OK.

Mom's just outside
on the trampoline.

Patrick: What?
She's on the...

Margarita: But it's OK!
She died in her sleep

like she wanted!
[Door slides open]

Patrick: Oh! No! Oh!

[Weeping]

♪

Margarita: Oh! Wait, wait!

Uh, she needs her wig.

Her--her wig?

Responder: Uh, hey, guys,
can we get her wig, please?

Responder 2: I got it.
Margarita: Thanks.

Responder 3:
All right, come with me.

Margarita: No, I--I can't.
I have a competition to go to.

Responder 3:
We, uh, need family present.

Margarita: Oh,
my Uncle Patrick can go,

or do you need both of us?
Responder 3: Uh, I--

I guess that's fine.
Margarita: OK, I'm gonna go

to my competition, then.
Responder 3: Yeah.

Margarita: Oh, and do you
think one of you

could drive me?
Responder: Hey, Margaret?

They're saying
your ride's here.

[Music building]

♪

Hank: Come on, cowgirl.
You're late.

Margarita: What?

Hank: Your mom.
She called me last night.

She said you needed a ride to
some horse-riding thing today.

Margarita: Uh--
Hank: He wanted to come.

Felix: I love horses.
Hank: He loves horses.

Shall we?
Margarita: Um...yeah.

[Indistinct chatter]

Girl: No, don't touch it.
Girl 2: It's fine.

-[Indistinct]
-It's fine.

Margarita: Uh, do, uh...
[Stammers]

Um, do you have
any lipstick I can borrow?

Girl: Uh, don't worry.
I have, like, 100 lipsticks.

Margarita:
Your bag is awesome!

Girl: Thanks.
I like your hair.

Margarita: You do?

Girl: Yeah.
I think red hair is

the coolest hair
of any of the colors.

I'm Bernadette.
Margarita: Heh! I'm Margarita.

Bernadette: Wait,
your name is Margarita?

Margarita, quietly: Yeah.

Bernadette:
That's so freaking cool.

[Lipstick tubes clattering]

Do this one.
It matches your hair.

It's gonna look
so pretty on you.

Oh, my God.
I knew it would look amazing!

Do you want some blush?

Margarita: OK.
Yeah, yeah, sure.

Emcee:
Will all riders competing

in the dressage freestyle
please make their way

to the gym?
Margarita: Oh, no.

Uh, do you know where
that is? Uh...

[Distant music playing]

♪

Do you know where Coach is?

Woman, scoffing: Which coach?
Margarita: My coach!

He's supposed to be back here.
Woman: Honey, it is not

my job to keep track
of everyone's coaches.

[Distant music continues]

[Overlapping chatter]

[Margarita sobbing quietly]

[Coach sighs]

Need a horse?

Hey, hey.
Why are you crying?

Margarita: I just--I can't--
I can't do the braid.

Coach: Hey, hey, it's OK.
Hey, hey, shh, shh.

Let's settle down.
Relax. Breathe.

Breathe.

There you go. Turn around.
Let me see.

[Margarita sniffles]
Coach: What are you

talking about, Red?
It's a braid right there.

Margarita: But I left this
little freaking piece out

and then ju--
Coach: Hey,

it's my favorite part, so...

OK?

Margarita: Are you gonna
let me compete?

Coach: Why wouldn't I?
Hmm? Yeah. Aren't you?

Margarita: H-how did you know
I was coming?

Coach: Let's just say
a...little birdie told me.

Emcee:
Will all riders competing

in the dressage freestyle
please make their way

to the gym?
Margarita: Wait.

Coach: Knock 'em dead, Red.
Margarita: What--

when am I supposed to go on?
Wait, right now?

Wh-what birdie?

[Static over microphone]
Emcee: If I can have all

my competitors line up
over here by the sound system,

we'll get this show underway.

Uh, there we are. Yep.
Keep filtering in there.

Come on. There we go.

Oh, and, uh, it looks like one
of our competitors is making

her own entrance here.
Heh heh! OK.

OK. Ha ha!
And it seems--oh, uh,

it--uh--heh!
[Microphone feedback]

Seems like she demands
to be heard. Heh heh!

Margarita: Ladies
and gentlemen, I...

Ladies and gentlemen,
my name is Margarita,

and I'm here to--
[Whispers] Hi.

I'm here to compete in honor
of my mom, who died

two hours ago on the
trampoline in the backyard.

[Silence]

Uh, I'd like to thank
Hank and Felix,

uh, for getting me here
and, uh, Bernadette

for the lipstick
and Coach for, uh,

for Cheeseburger.

Um, I'd also like
to thank my mom

for teaching me that I don't
have to be afraid of anything.

Hit it!

[Microphone feedback]

[Static on microphone]

["American Pie"
instrumental plays]

♪

[Music stops, people gasp]

♪

Singers:
♪ She's fast, she's fast ♪

♪ The fastest girl
in the world ♪

♪ She's good ♪

♪ She's great ♪

♪ She's good, and she's great
and she's fast ♪

♪

Singer:
♪ A long, long time ago ♪

♪ I can still remember
how the music ♪

♪ Used to make me smile ♪

♪ And, oh, if I had
my chance ♪

♪ I could make
those people dance ♪

♪ And maybe they'd be
happy for a while ♪

♪

♪ But February
made me shiver ♪

♪ With every paper
I'd deliver ♪

♪ Bad news
on the doorstep ♪

♪ I couldn't take
one more step ♪

♪ I can't remember
if I cried ♪

♪ When I read about
his widowed bride ♪

♪ But something touched me
deep inside ♪

♪ The day the music died ♪

♪

♪ So bye, bye,
Miss American Pie ♪

♪ Drove my Chevy to the levee,
but the levee was dry ♪

♪ Them good ole boys were
drinking whiskey 'n rye ♪

♪ Singing this'll be
the day that I die ♪

♪ This'll be the day
that I die ♪

♪

♪ Did you write
the book of love ♪

♪ And do you have faith
in God above ♪

♪ If the Bible tells you so? ♪

♪ Now do you believe
in rock and roll? ♪

♪ Can music save
your mortal soul? ♪

♪ Can you teach me
how to dance real slow? ♪

♪ Well, I know that you're
in love with him ♪

♪ 'Cause I saw you
dancing in the gym ♪

♪ You both kicked off
your shoes ♪

♪ Man, I dig those rhythm
and blues ♪

♪ I was a lonely teenage
bouncin' buck ♪

♪ With a pink carnation
and a pickup truck ♪

♪ But I knew that I was
out of luck ♪

♪ The day the music died ♪

♪ I started singing bye, bye,
Miss American Pie ♪

♪ Drove my Chevy to the levee,
but the levee was dry ♪

♪ Them good old boys were
drinking whiskey 'n rye ♪

♪ Singing this'll be
the day that I die ♪

♪ This'll be the day
that I die ♪

♪

♪ Now, for ten years we've
been on our own ♪

♪ Moss grows fat
on a rolling stone ♪

♪ But that's not how
it used to be ♪

♪ When the jester sang
for the king and queen ♪

♪ In a coat he borrowed
from James Dean ♪

♪ And a voice that came
from you and me ♪

♪

♪ We were singing bye, bye,
Miss American Pie ♪

♪ Drove my Chevy to the levee,
but the levee was dry ♪

♪ Them good old boys were
drinking whiskey 'n rye ♪

♪ Singing this'll be
the day that I die ♪

♪ This'll be the day
that I die ♪

♪

[Song fades]

♪

♪