Original subtitles

CREATED BY CRIS MORENA

MARGARITA MAKE YOUR STORY COUNT

He loves me He loves me not

I love him a lot With all I've got

In every petal I see his face

Telling me he loves me He loves me

He loves me

He loves me He loves me not

Of course I'm getting my things, Pipe.

I'm almost there.

What? But they're my things.

Do you know how much that's worth?

I bet the landlady is going to sell it all.

No.

I told you I'd kick you out.

But...

No.

You deserved it, so you'll learn to respect.

No!

No, my Thistle.

It's okay.

At least my beautiful sewing machine was spared from that tyrant!

It's okay, Thistle.

Soon you'll be as good as new.

How about a selfie?

THE THISTLES

MargaritaLovesYou Everywhere with Thistle!

Stay with the friend who looks at you like this

It's so delicious!

I could just marry you.

Don't you see? This is our perfect life.

Let's eternalize it.

"Stay with the friend who looks at you like this.

Happy day all of you, but I have the best friend."

MY PIERRE

ME AND THISTLE, ALWAYS

Why is it Margarita likes thistles so much?

What's that sound?

What sound? It's probably those brats.

That scholarship program is like a damn circus.

This message is for the useless security guards.

Could you come here and escort my undesirable mother out?

She got into my bedroom again.

She still thinks she's the queen of everything.

It's over, Delfina.

Thistle's curse has fallen upon you!

-Auntie, excuse me. -Come in.

Have you seen my tablet?

No. I haven't.

Grandma Malala.

I'm not your grandmother, stupid girl!

That's enough!

Be nice to her!

How would you like me to talk? What happens if I'm mean?

Can you two stop fighting?

Be grateful you have one another.

"Be grateful." That's nice.

She sure is well mannered, right? Beautiful and polite.

So be grateful. One day you might need me.

What is that sound again?

It's my tablet.

-Please. Let's go. -Where to?

Just get out.

Go!

-The bed is so comfortable. -Sure is.

-I'd like one of these. -Forget it.

-What are you doing? -I'm hiding.

-I laugh when I'm nervous. -Are you insane?

Why are you in my aunt's bedroom?

Wait. I'm going to check if it's safe to leave.

-What is it? -Who's that woman? And who's Thistle?

She's my aunt's mother. A thistle is a plant.

-I know. It's my favorite plant. -So?

The old lady was talking about someone named Thistle.

-It was so weird. -I don't know. Let's go now.

What is it?

-What? -That freak.

He's taking forever.

He loses it when the eggs touch the waffles.

Here's freshly squeezed juice.

Here you go.

Great.

Here it is.

-No! -What is it?

-I don't eat or drink anything orange. -You don't say.

That's okay. No oranges for our dear Romeo.

Thank you.

Okay, then. Some oranges for you.

What are you doing?

What are you eating?

That looks delicious.

My bad.

What a freak!

There he goes.

Thank you, Daisy. I can't thank you enough.

Can you put that on silent mode?

No.

Merlin.

-Merlin texts you? -What? No.

It's just...

Yes, but just because...

he wanted to know how I'm doing, after not being selected.

He's such a great friend. He really is.

I know. Right?

He's so nice, and so sweet.

Since you're such good friends...

-You could... -Set you up with him?

Sure. I told you I'd be your matchmaker godmother.

Do you know what your aunt and that lady were talking about?

I got the heebie jeebies listening to them.

Let's just say that Malala is quite special.

Especially evil?

You should have heard the atrocities she was saying.

"Thistle is dirty. She's disgusting."

As if a thistle...

Look at that. I didn't know this was a spa.

Can I get my nails done here?

It's just that her friend ran out of water,

so she took a shower here.

How nice.

Daisy, go to the Hangar. There's plenty to do.

Get changed. Go on.

Sorry, I'm here.

All right, guys. Let the first challenge begin.

Yeah!

For the first challenge,

I'll need you to form two groups.

We need her on our side.

I mean, she's Delfy's niece.

That's okay.

Sweetie? Daisy.

Are you joining the best?

Sure.

-Can I? -Yes.

Of course.

It's easy to be a narcissus, a rose or a magnolia.

Gardens are always pleased to welcome them.

Mei.

Mei.

Join us.

Sure. Okay.

Everyone loves a pretty flower.

But there are fields where the unwanted thistles grow.

There are also invisible flowers,

those that no one sees.

No!

I don't like the groups you put together.

Change them.

Sure, I'll go.

Then I'll go as well.

Romeo, join us.

That's better. Yeah.

Guys!

For the first challenge,

you'll have to design a cover

for our multimedia magazine.

The theme is bullying at school.

That's redundant.

Excuse me?

Bullying only happens at school.

It's redundant to say...

We get it.

You'll have ten hours

to design and execute your ideas.

And keep in mind: transmedia.

Let the challenge begin.

Any news about Margarita?

That's not why I called.

Delfina, that girl is a walking time bomb.

We have to find her.

Might I remind you she has two brothers

who could also turn up.

You know what?

There comes a time in life when we just need to let go.

It helps to see things clearly.

Otherwise, we'd have done all of this and not be able to enjoy it.

Why did you call?

I'm on the next cover of VIP Stars.

I just wanted to invite you to join me.

Are you asking me to pretend to be your partner?

Let's give it another chance.

And I'm not asking, I'm simply suggesting.

I thought it was off the table.

It has been, for a long time.

The truth is I think we were immature.

We let ourselves be controlled by our egos.

I must admit, there have been times when I missed you.

But you also hate me.

Sure, but you know what I hate even more?

Knowing we didn't enjoy it more.

I had a great idea, but no one cared, so I'll say it again.

Let's wear white T-shirts, with phrases on them.

That's so vintage.

I think that we should go with something really expressive,

or they won't remember us.

How about costumes from other cultures?

I like it!

Pay attention to the kitchen! Thanks.

Yes, I'm sorry.

But just look at the Thistles, Ada.

What?

Thistles? That's what I call them.

What do you call the others?

The Narcissus... Narcissists.

No, but seriously. The Thistles are all over the place.

They don't listen, they don't organize.

The Narcissists are going to walk all over them.

How about you let the Thistles and the others

deal with their own challenge?

So you can focus on your own challenge.

I mean, cooking for 30. Thank you.

It's impossible. They'll destroy us.

No. I can tell you guys are on the right track.

You have potential.

Yeah, it's a disaster.

You need to guide them.

Find out what everyone does best and mix it like a salad.

For example...

Romeo makes awesome sculptures, so pair him with Otto.

Sasha has lots of ideas, and they're not bad, but...

No, they're bad.

They're really bad.

No one says anything, because they don't want to hurt him.

He has enthusiasm, but he needs a little push.

Pair him with Zeki. They'll do well together.

You should pair with Daisy. You guys have great chemistry.

It's like you've known us all your life.

Let's just say I'm observant.

What about me?

You...

You have a beautiful heart,

and you're good, but mysterious,

and reserved.

That's pretty accurate.

Let's get to know each other over drinks.

No! No.

Absolutely not. No.

-Are you making me insist? -Yes.

No! No.

You make the potatoes, and I'll talk to the Thistles.

-You go... -Yeah.

Talk to the Thistles, and I'll make the potatoes.

I'll think of something, then.

I'd rather be here,

so those idiots can't copy us.

Copy what? We didn't think of anything.

But we do. I told you, sweetie.

You suggested it. I don't know if we all agree with it.

Well, I am.

There's not enough time for everyone to agree.

Just do as I say.

-Did you get the choreography? -I did.

I'll follow my own tempo.

Is that right? We'll see.

-Do you want help writing the song? -I don't write. I improvise.

It's an art.

-Aitana got the visuals ready. -Well done.

-Fish, help her. -Sure.

Shall we start?

-Yeah. -Let's do it.

Don't surrender I'm here with you

Don't sleep I'm here with you

My day is already ruined. I can't start the day without breakfast.

And I didn't have breakfast, so my day didn't start.

I've offered it all.

Just eat something, so we'll start.

Thank you, but the sandwich had cheddar in it.

It's way too orange.

Let's do my idea.

I mean, there's no one better to talk about bullying.

I mean, hello!

You really don't get it.

-Nobody's buying your idea. -Should we do yours?

I didn't suggest anything.

Exactly, so we should go with mine.

So you live around here? Is that why you don't stay the night?

Something like that. It's complicated.

They won't let you stay? Or you don't want to?

Should I ask them to put the kitchen in there?

I'm so sorry, Ada.

But the Thistles can't seem to get it together.

Let's see what we can do with this.

Sure.

You're like the butler here. Right?

You know everything that goes on in here.

Do you know who Thistle is?

Where did that come from?

You know that old lady? Malala.

She said all sorts of unspeakable things about a Thistle.

What did she say? Malala.

I knew that you would know!

I overheard a conversation, totally by chance,

and she said all kinds of things about this poor Thistle.

That woman... is so wicked.

How could she speak like that about Daisy's mother?

Thistle is Daisy's mother?

She can't talk about the queen like that.

Please, don't say anything to Daisy.

She's been through enough.

And besides, Flor was such a good person,

so simple and adorable.

Were you friends?

She and I met in Krikoragán, but we didn't spend much time together.

But, with Flor, things were so easy.

People fell in love with her in a "jiffy".

That's what she'd say. "Jiffy".

She was always in the kitchen.

She did a little bit of everything.

-She must've been special. -Very.

Very.

How can it be, that even a queen,

with a heart as big as Flor's,

was treated like a clown?

That is so wrong.

So wrong.

Well, that's enough nostalgia.

Nostalgia doesn't fill the stomach.

So, please, grab the list, and let's buy all of this stuff.

-Get the bag. -Sure.

To the right.

Thank you.

I can't understand a thing.

Dear God! Look what the cat dragged in.

You know me?

Sweetie, of course. Everyone knows you.

They banished you out of that contest like a stray dog.

Tell me something,

why are you lurking around my daughter's house?

-I'm not lurking at all. -Is that right?

I'm just walking around the neighborhood.

Well, then why don't you look for other neighborhoods?

Just go somewhere else.

What are you after? What are you up to?

I'm not up to anything.

-You know what? -What?

So that you don't get all agitated, I'm going to go.

-Come here. -No, stop that.

I don't want anything to do with you.

I'll water the thistles.

Although people say that they're bad weeds,

they're beautiful.

Come here, darling.

Don't be angry with me.

Let me see a smile. Just smile.

There you go! Let's take a picture.

Why? I'm not even famous.

But you are. So famous.

I'm your follower. I can't stop following you.

Show me those pearly teeth of yours.

There you go.

Get back here.

What are you doing?

It got tangled in your hair. That's awful.

It got tangled. Can you believe it?

My ring got tangled in your hair. I'm sorry, sweetie.

I'm so sorry.

What is it?

-Delfina. -No.

What happened?

Why are you with her? Where are you?

Who's laughing now?

Now you go on and guess who Mommy is with?

Bring her.

I don't have her. Do you think I kidnapped her?

What kind of person do you think I am?

It wouldn't be the first time.

I'm too old for that kind of thing.

What I do have, I think is much better.

I pulled some hairs out of Little Thistle's head.

From Thistlebug, possibly Thistle's daughter.

Is this enough to prove that she's Florencia's real daughter?

Give it to me.

Calm down.

We're almost there.

Okay. You're safe.

-Daisy, you're going to kill me. -Sorry.

Thank you!

-You deserve the whole universe. -It's nothing.

You worked all day.

And I wanted your advice.

Merlin.

He asked about my family today.

That's kind of serious.

He wants to know more about me, about my story.

Sure, Daisy! Tell me more.

No. That's it.

That's such a cute musical box.

Ada gave it to me.

It was my mother's.

It's a song she used to sing.

Thistle?

What?

That's what your aunt's mother affectionately calls her.

Thistle is my favorite flower.

It's Scotland's flower.

They say when the vikings were about to invade Scotland,

one of them pricked his finger in a thistle,

so he screamed and blew their cover.

That's why thistles take care of their own.

I'm sure your mom takes care of you from wherever she is.

I don't know. I don't remember anything about her.

Only what Ada has told me.

Are there pictures?

This was my father. Maximo Augustus Cornwall the Third.

So there is such a thing as perfection. That's the cutest King.

He's gorgeous.

This is me.

These were my brothers.

There's two princes?

You don't know about them?

No. I like to think that, somewhere in the world,

I don't know,

there might be two boys who don't know they have a sister.

What is it?

I got the heebie jeebies listening to that.

Never mind. Ignore me.

Since there's no one here, I better go,

because I left a huge mess.

Is that okay?

The Queen Mother is here to make it all better.

Just hurry. Do you have what I asked for?

Of course I do.

Show me.

Where is it, idiot? How do you know it's hers?

It's hers. I pulled it from her head. I almost left her bald.

Excuse me, but where is it?

It's right here. You get it. It's cold. Hot. Hotter.

I'll send it to the laboratory right away.

-It's a pressing matter. -Do that.

-You and I have pending business. -Who does?

-VIP Stars. Bye. -That's right.

-Bye. -Are you done?

There's the door.

-I'll do it. -Bye.

Just go already.

Thank you.

Well, that's cute.

You sure know how to pick the worst ones.

That's sad. The worst of the worst.

-Stay out of it. Seriously. -How could I?

When will you stop falling in love with losers?

Mother, are you seriously saying that to me?

What about the scum you brought to our house?

Are you talking about poor Bolin?

-Yes, I am. -God bless him.

-Is he dead? -I hope so.

I missed being mean with you.

Yeah.

Do you remember?

When we faked a pregnancy with a stuffed animal.

Nobody noticed!

Mother, everyone noticed.

But five months later. Idiots.

I hope Thistlebug isn't Thistle's daughter.

-What will we do if she is? -I don't know.

We'll think of something together, as we've always done.

-Say it. -I don't know.

Together.

All right? Together?

Dear Pipe.

I need to tell you something. You won't believe it.

Daisy showed me some pictures, and I got the heebie jeebies.

What's all this?

Look at this one.

This one's so fancy.

That one is looking shriveled, but...

It's beautiful as well.

-I don't understand. How'd you... -How'd I get it here?

Well, it wasn't easy.

You didn't tell me much about yourself, but I know you love these flowers.

You and I were so bad!

But the worst of the worst. What was it?

What was it?

It was when you stole Thistle's baby.

She bawled her eyes out. Like a cat without her kittens.

Remember? Just like her mother.

I'll never forget how much she cried.

"Give me back my baby."

She'd ask you to sing her lullabies.

Poor thing.

And what did you do?

You sang to her. Idiot.

-The baby changed something in me. -Of course she did.

That's why we both went to prison.

Dear God.

Poor thing. You see? You can't be left alone, sweetie.

I turned my back, and what happened?

Thistle's baby made you soft.

You're an idiot...

Get out.

-Where should I go? -Home.

-I haven't had coffee, dear. -Make some at home.

Go home!

All you do is push me away!

I can't believe it.

This is absurd. Just awful.

I'm taking the magazine. I get bored in that apartment.

You're really sweet.

Very pretty.

I love it when you speak French.

Yes? You like it?

Yes. I like it so much.

Do you speak French?

Yes.

I speak French.

The language of love.

No.

Why not?

No.

I can't. This would be the worst kind of betrayal.

-No. -Why not?

Because I have a boyfriend.

A boyfriend?

It's my boyfriend.

How are you, boyfriend?

No, it's me.

I couldn't pick up. The Owl was watching me.

Right. I miss you so much, boyfriend.

I cried all day long.

-What? -I'm sorry.

I didn't know. I'll get these out of here.

No.

I'll do it later.

Pips.

You won't believe it.

Remember that day? At the audition. There was a cute guy.

He made me a beautiful surprise.

We almost kissed, but we didn't.

Daisy is in love with him, and I can't betray her.

You used me to make him jealous?

No, it's the opposite.

I said that so he'd forget about me, and fall for Daisy.

Whatever. You used me.

It's not nice to use people.

It's better for me to see it now.

I don't want any unpleasant surprises tomorrow.

Sure. Let's see.

Their idea is to talk about empowerment,

about being strong in the face of bullfighters.

It's "bullies."

-Bullies. -That's interesting.

Yeah, sure.

They put together a cover full of flowers.

The concept is that everyone is different,

and that there is beauty in diversity.

It's not bad,

but it's like a spring edition

of a cheap cosmetics magazine.

It's easy loving beautiful flowers in the garden,

but loving thistles is an art.

You can't sleep?

Otto didn't fold his clothes. He just left them.

I can't sleep around a mess.

Besides, I'm hungry, and I can't sleep when I'm hungry.

Why didn't you eat?

I wanted to, but you wouldn't stop touching my plate.

What'd you do to him?

Is he your boyfriend?

You wouldn't let him eat? Are you stupid?

I'm doing him a favor. I just want him to man up.

He can't keep acting like a freak.

You can't touch the food. It can't be orange. Here, Romeo.

Eat the freaking candy! It's just a color!

Just leave him alone!

-It's none of your business. -No.

-You want to fight? -That's enough.

Who do you think you are? Let's fight, then.

-Then fight me. -You think you're brave?

You know what you are? A clown.

You're the clown.

That's enough.

That's enough. Stop it. Go.

Let's go! Yeah!

Let's party!

Who is it?

I was just leaving.

I'm going to see my friends play jazz.

I thought maybe you'd enjoy it. Do you want to come?

I'd never step foot in some dirty bar, full of smelly hippies.

Don't make me regret hiring you as my image consultant.

You look beautiful.

Magnus, turn off the lights.

I love thistles.

They remind me that we can all be beautiful

in our imperfections.

ALONE - ACCUSED REJECTED - DIFFERENT

Miracles happen every day

If we have the strength To dream and sway

If we try And try once more

They appear and transform What we long for

We learn to be strong

Though wounds remain Scars marking our soul's domain

With love's power We break free

The wind arrives Taking storms to sea

Don't surrender I'm here with you

Don't sleep I'm here with you

Don't hide I'm here with you

Don't stray I'll lose my way

Don't surrender I'm here with you

Don't sleep I'm here with you

Don't hide I'm here with you

Don't sleep I'm here with you

SO GOOD!

You were great.

Well done.

The message was only directed to the victims of bullying,

encouraging them to be strong, and defend themselves,

but the victims aren't the problem, the bullies are.

We should be talking to them.

We should let them know that it's not okay to harass anyone.

It's really interesting what Salo said.

Just great. Let's take a break.

I have to take care of something. Get ready.

What is it?

I just wanted to tell you

that last night I saw your aunt looking at the projects,

and I don't think she liked yours.

Really?

I think it just needs little tweaks.

I had an idea. Let me tell you.

Did you even sleep last night?

So forget what I said yesterday.

I'm not wasting another second of my life

with an old man who thinks he's a teenager.

There are more pressing matters than your complaints.

-Such as? -I have the DNA results.

So? Is it her?

They could not confirm it. Malala contaminated the samples.

However, it's highly compatible.

But is she or is she not Thistle's daughter?

It hasn't been confirmed nor ruled out.

I can't take it. It's over.

It's over for me. She'll destroy me. She'll expose me.

It's over.

The number of viewers is decreasing.

The number of viewers is decreasing!

-Delfina. -I'm going.

Don't go anywhere.

Let's see what you prepared.

We thought of a garden with very different flowers.

Of every color.

Where we're all equally beautiful,

but also different.

So, we'll show what bullying does.

It segregates, separates, casts others aside,

just for being different.

It's over for you, Delfina.

Thistle's curse has fallen upon you!

Does she know she's Margarita of Krikoragán?

I suggest we tell a story.

But is that Margarita?

It's her.

One day, the truth will surface.

Someone is in deep trouble.

She'll destroy me. She'll expose me.

I don't want to lose

My genuine smile

The dreams I hide

Or spring's gentle light

I don't want to grow up

Hurt and broken

With fears unspoken

Life's pace awoken

Mirror, mirror, please be true Who am I?

Am I just one Or are there two of us?

Are we many All in one?

Who am I When the day is done?

The invisible The flawless

The one they desire Or am I me?

The one who thinks She doesn't exist

Or the one who shouts "Here I am"?

No present Nor past

Just a tale of princesses

With a charming prince

Mirror, mirror Who am I?

Who they desire Or am I me?

Who they desire Or am I me?

I don't want to dream

Of a world in hiding

Awake to live

But today I'm asleep

If upon waking

My life has been stolen

I'll set out to find it

No more lies spoken

Mirror, mirror, please, be true Who am I?

Am I just one Or are there two of us?

Are we many All in one?

Who am I When the day is done?

The invisible The flawless

The one they desire Or am I me?

The one who thinks She doesn't exist

Or the one who shouts "Here I am"?

No present Nor past

Just a tale of princesses

With a charming prince

Mirror, mirror Who am I?

Who they desire Or am I me?

Who they desire Or am I me?

Who they desire Or am I me?