Magic.
My mom said love is like magic.
Love makes everything come alive.
It can turn the ugliest caterpillar, into the most beautiful butterfly.
It can change the world so that it's never dark, or sad, or painful.
But love is not strong enough, to stop your mom from dying.
And it can't give you the dad, you never really had.
So now you're left all alone in the world.
There's no magic.
But just when you think you'll never know how that magic feels like,
someone unexpectedly comes along.
And he's amazing.
He makes everything better.
And he makes you smile again.
He makes you believe in the magic you always secretly wished were true.
I love you, always have, always will.
But then it all ends.
Cut!
The magic has run out.
And then they say that the magic is gone!
Magic? Love? There's no truth to it.
You're so stupid.
How could you allow yourself to believe in what you always knew was just...
...a beautiful lie?
Joey, how many have you made?
Sorry, I'm just excited to get back into the kitchen and bake again.
Joey, are you excited or depressed? You were like that the last time!
Welcome back Joey!
With this many we can sell cupcakes to the war!
- Hans, please help me. - I'm helping.
If you really want to help, you should be here!
- Babe, I'd be there, but I can't. - My goodness.
Babe hold on a second -- Joey! Joey! Come here!
- It's Hans! - Hello Joey, how are you?
- I'm good. - Come, sit.
Joey, if it were your wedding, which would you choose?
If I were to get married, I'd choose the cake that would make me happy on the happiest day of my life.
- And it would be? - Chocolate!
You'd still ask that?
Then chocolate it is!
And thank you very much Joey. By the way, you're invited to the wedding, okay?
Bring your boyfriend.
Husband, then?
I'm on my way.
- Oh my god, it's Marcus Hanson! - Coffee please.
I have the DVDs of all the movies you've ever made.
I love the Fantastic Kid and The Super Cadet.
And I was wondering if you can sign these!
And I was wondering if you could just give me my coffee.
Don't have to be a jerk, you know.
But I already am.
Serves you right that Sririta left you, asshole.
Shit!
- What's the big problem? - They're spreading lies!
How can Chatree say that he had you when he didn't even cast you?
But don't worry, I already spoke to the press.
I told them you didn't even audition because you have two new movies that you're going to do.
Let me guess, I will be prince charming again?
- I will get the girl in the end. - What's wrong with that?
Lalita, I've been acting since I was ten.
And in the last five years, half of the movies I've done is me and Sririta having a happy ending.
- But that's what the audience likes! - To hell with the audience!
Come on, Marcus! You can't let Mitr take everything away from you! Sririta, your roles, your fans --
Let him have it all then! I don't care!
What do you want, Marcus?
I don't want to do another movie with Sririta.
Your contract states that if the sequel doesn't push through because of you,
you have to pay Sririta the rest of her talent fee.
Why did we agree to this shit contract anyway?
Because when you were doing My Special Boy you were both so in love
and we all thought it was going to last forever.
Marcus.
We are so close to getting you an audition with an American director.
We don't need any lawsuit right now.
We need this to be a hit.
We are so close to get all that we've dreamed of.
Marcus, what's going on?
- I don't want to be me anymore. - Last time I said that, I became a woman.
Being an actor, this has always been my dream.
But lately, it felt like such a nightmare.
I like what I do. But I don't like the other shit that comes with it.
You want to walk away from it all?
No. I don't know.
- I feel like...so lost. - Then, you should be lost!
- Popoy! - That's enough already.
Can you let go of me!
Who's that?
Can you just forgive me, please?
Ah, Bea and John Lloyd from the Philippines. Just like Marcus and Sririta, you know, like this.
- Really? - Yeah, love team. Solid.
You know, Bea is really kind. Not bitchy like your Sririta.
And John Lloyd is more handsome than you! Come, you eat.
More handsome than me?
Of course! Wait until you see Piolo, you can't compare to him! And to Sam, Gerald, to Enchong!
Who?
You go to my country and no one will notice you, but for sure, if my people see artists, you will hear them shouting:
I love you John Lloyd! I love you Piolo! I love you Vilma!
You will not hear, 'I love you Marcus!' No one knows you and no one will care.
You're right! You're absolutely right! I would love to get lost in your country.
Well you know, it's more fun in the Philippines.
- Sir Marcus. - Sir Marcus? Welcome!
- Welcome to the Philippines sir! - Thank you.
- You know how to speak Tagalog, sir? - Just a little.
- So how was your flight from Bangkok to Manila, sir? - It's great.
- How about your flight from Manila to Laoag, sir? - It's good.
Good morning, sir.
- You don't know my name? - Sorry sir, I don't.
I'm happy you don't know my name.
- Excuse me? - Ah, yes?
- Can I have a coffee please? - Oh yes sir!
- Dara! - Oh, Joey!
Goodness, just from the smell of it is already making me full!
- This is my gift to you. - You baked too many, didn't you?
Hold on a second, okay? I have to make the customer's order for coffee.
Give me a second.
Oh my, Joey! Did you know? There's an artist who's currently staying here!
- Guess! - Is it John Lloyd and Bea together?
Is he nice?
Do you know me?
No. Am I supposed to? How conceited.
- Can I have this cupcake? - Oh, yes sir! Sure!
Thank you.
Are you okay?
This is the saddest-tasting cupcake ever!
- This tastes fine! It's not old, it's not spoiled! - What?
- This tastes fine! - It's not okay, it tastes like 'ugh!'
'Ugh?' What do you mean 'ugh?'
- Sir, is there something wrong? - There's some problem with this cupcake!
No, Dara! There's nothing wrong with this! He's the one with the problem!
You! Nothing is wrong with my cupcake! There's nothing wrong with this!
- There is! - There isn't!
- There is! - I made these cupcakes & there's nothing wrong with them!
- Yeah there is! - No!
Ma'am! Ma'am, that tastes good! There's no problem with it!
Sir! That cupcake tastes good! I made it, I made this! See? It's very good!
Water! Help! Water!
Let me help you! Let me help you!
One, two, three! One, two, three!
One, two, three, spit it!
I followed your advice, so I got lost here in the Philippines.
My housekeeper named all the places I could go to, and Ilocos sounded the most interesting.
And the funny thing is, no matter where I am, there's always a woman in a coffee shop who thinks I'm an asshole.
Maybe it's the universe telling you to avoid such women.
Even if she's cute?
Hi, I'm Marcus.
- Oh come on, can't we be friends? - After you touched my boobs?
But that was an accident, I was trying to save you.
- But not before you embarrassed me. - You embarrassed yourself.
I had to defend my cupcakes.
Defend your cupcakes? Do you know how funny that sounds?
It's funny to you because it's not your name, your job, or your life-long passion at stake.
I almost lost an important customer back there because some arrogant Korean tourist thought --
- Thai! - Thai, whatever!
Thought my cupcakes were sad!
- But that's how it tasted. - Sad?
It's not even a word for how something tastes, it's not sad!
- You keep saying -- - Because there's nothing wrong with them!
You know, even if my life was falling apart, at least there was one thing I was sure of.
I can bake.
That's the only thing I can do right in my messed up life,
and you're saying my cupcakes are my sad?
Sad?
Maybe it is.
Maybe you can actually taste how miserable my life is!
Why am I telling you all this...
You didn't even understand a word of what I said.
Yeah...but I can understand how you feel.
Gram! I'll just make another one! What do you think, hon?
Oh, it's you.
No one is going to help us carry the cake -- go ahead, I'll do it.
Hey, sad cupcake girl.
You again? What are you doing here?
He's the maniac who insulted me yesterday.
Hi, I'm Marcus.
She said you were an annoyance, but didn't say you were very cute!
You're so handsome! You don't look like a maniac!
My goodness, if I had boobs, I would have let him have it!
- Why are you here? - I came here because you owe me a cupcake.
She ate the cupcake I paid for.
- Oh, so you owe him? - Owe him?
I'm not going to give you another cupcake and then you're just going to call it sad. No!
- How did you find me anyway? - I asked the girl at the hotel.
Where is Dan?
- Joey! - Dan!
- Oh, handsome! - Thank you, you're handsome as well.
- Oh, you know how to speak Tagalog? - Just a little.
- Who's coming with Sam and me? - Not me, I can't leave the shop alone.
I can help you.
You're joking, right?
Do you remember what your mom said?
If God closes the door because of a gout, he opens the gate so that the tourist can come in and help us carry the cake.
Wait here.
- Um, do you have a gout? - No, no gout.
Ah, no gout? No gout. He said no gout.
He has no gout.
Please help us.
So you owe me more than a cupcake now.
So, when did you get into the cake business?
I've been doing this since I was a kid. My mom put up the shop.
And what about your dad? What does he do?
How about you, Marcus? What do you do?
Well, I'm thinking of quitting my job. That's why I went on a vacation.
When will your vacation end?
- In two days. - Oh, why so short?
I have to really go back because I'll be in big trouble.
But if I decide to quit,
this would be the first place I'd come back to.
Sam, be careful! The cake!
Are you sure it's the cake you're being careful of?
Or your heart?
- Sam! Stop it! - Sorry.
- Now what? - You get to watch Joey make magic happen!
What you should do is, you press, and push.
Press and push. Press and push.
So beautiful.
What did you say?
Nothing.
Joey, it looks like you got hurt~! Does it hurt? Hm?
You slipped on your own hair?
- Why are you looking at me like that? - Nothing. I just...
- I envy you. - Because?
You're not only good at your job. You actually love it.
My mom taught me that there's no point in doing something if you don't love it.
Or if you're not doing it for love.
I'm guessing you hate your job. What do you do anyway?
- Mmm... - Joey?
I heard you made the cake.
- It's beautiful. - Thank you.
Dad, let's go!
Nice to see you again.
Who's that?
The governor.
This one doesn't taste so sad.
- But it's still sad? - A little.
- I don't owe you a cupcake anymore, okay? - Oh, I'll help you.
But you still owe me for saving your life and helping you out today.
What? This guy is asking for too much!
And because I helped you out today, I wasn't able to do what I wanted to do.
What did you want to do?
Uh...go see the sights? Look around, have fun.
My friend Jinggay says there's always a fiesta here in the Philippines.
I want to go the fiesta. And you're coming with me.
- I'm not going with you. - Yeah, you're going with me.
I'm not going with you. Just take someone else.
- Old. - Boring.
- Ex-convict. - Uh, same-same.
See? You're the only who's not old, not boring, not an ex-con, and...same-same.
And that makes you a perfect tour guide.
No. No, no, no. Sorry, no.
- Joey, don't play hard to get! - Huh? What play hard to get?
What's 'pakipot?'
Please. Spend the day with me.
Yes! Yes, yes, yes! She'll spend the day with you!
This is called Kalesa Festival. We have it every year.
- Really? - Yes! Lots of horses! Do you have any in Thailand?
- No we don't have one -- - Do you want to ride?
Yeah of course!
Taste it.
- Is it good? - Mhm! Good!
Come! Dance too!
Come on! Join me!
I want to try that!
Go Marcus!
Go!
Marcus are you okay? Are you hurt? Your shoulder...
Thank you for today.
Thank you for taking me here.
So you tie your dream to the balloon and then?
You release it to the universe.
And the universe will make your dream come true.
Last time I did it with my dad, my dream came true.
- What was that dream? - To become a superhero.
Do you still have the same dream?
Are you ready?
One, two, three!
You really believe that the universe will make your dream come true?
Of course.
Don't you wish everyday could be like this?
Like this?
Uncomplicated, happy, perfect.
If everyday were like this, then this day would be just another day.
This day would mean less.
I stopped liking fairytales and happy endings a long time ago.
But you...
You're making me believe in them again.
In every Philippine town, there is a church at the center.
You see? Almost all the things we do, begins and ends with a prayer.
- How do you pray? - I talk to God.
I tell him what's in my heart, even if I know that he already knows it.
In the end, I know that he will always give me what's best for me.
Your church is so beautiful. Even if it's very old.
We also have very old temples in Thailand. Some are even older than this church.
When you go there, I will bring you to my favorite temple.
- When I go there? - Yeah.
- You're really sure that I'm going to there? - Yeah.
One day when you go to Thailand, I will bring you to all the nice places there.
And we're going to have a perfect day, just like this one.
Come, you pray.
They say every time you visit a church for the first time, God will answer your prayer.
Your God will grant my prayers? Even if I'm a Buddhist?
I believe there's only one God. We are all one.
What are you praying for?
I pray that God gets your balloon, and that he makes your dream come true.
Huh?
What did you say?
Hello?
Jinggay, what can I do to make a Filipina fall in love with me?
- Are you crazy? - Crazy?
- My goodness, it's not going to work, Marcus. - Why?
I'm going to run out of English because of you and I'm not that fluent in Thai.
- What are you saying? - Oh, see? We're different, you know.
- No, I don't know. Just tell what can I -- - Shut up, it's not a good thing.
You're my boss. I still want to live.
Your mother will kill me. Your crazy fans will kill me!
Jinggay you're talking nonsense. Just tell me what can I do to make a girl fall in love with me.
Goodness gracious Marcus, I can never be your woman! So don't fall in love with me!
- But I'm not in love with you. - Oh.