01x02 - Inside the Box

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Let me out!

Help!

Let me out!

Help!

Let me out of here!

Let me out of here, please!

Let me out of here! Open this door!

Let me out of here!

Come.

Let me out!

Let me out of here, please!

Another step.

That's it.

Put the box on, Little Bird.

Everybody is asking me for results

and you decide to give

a f*cking TV interview?

You f*cked up!

And for what?

For what? For nothing!

You can go.

Verônica?

I saw you on TV.

I was also deceived through Ideal Love.

When I woke up, he

he had taken everything.

Even my shoes.

Shoes?

Are you sure you didn't lose them

on your way home?

Where did you meet this Felipe?

It's Felipo.

- It was on Ideal Love.

- Louder, please.

Ideal Love.

Ideal Love.

And are you used to dating men

you meet online?

It wasn't the first time, was it?

No.

No.

You can't smoke in here.

So, after some chit-chat online,

he asked you on a date.

- Where did he take you?

- Bella Mare in Pinheiros.

How much did you drink?

I don't know.

But you did drink?

I don't remember.

I don't remember.

He must have put something in my drink.

Let's exercise your memory, Tânia.

Your clothes. I suppose you dressed up?

Lots of cleavage, red lipstick,

high heels

Mr. Big sh*t welcomed you

with a glass of wine.

Wouldn't you accept a glass to relax?

Excuse me.

- I'm sorry, but did you say Felipo?

- Yes.

- It's not Felipe, but Felipo?

- Yes, Felipo. P-O.

- To Marta he was "Pietro."

- Did he say he was Italian?

- Yes, from Genoa.

- And you believed him?

What did Mr. Big sh*t offer you?

European citizenship?

No, listen.

He didn't promise me anything.

He

he just listened to me.

DON'T WASTE TIME!

FIND YOUR IDEAL LOVE NOW!

The b*mb squad needs Mom.

- What b*mb?

- Your daughter.

She won't leave the locker room.

Yeah

She doesn't like swimming.

Let's not force her.

It's important for her to exercise,

isn't it?

It's important.

If she doesn't like the classes,

I won't force her, okay?

What's up? Let's swim?

Not today, Mom.

- What's wrong, honey?

- My tummy feels weird.

There's nothing wrong with your tummy.

Aren't you feeling well?

Okay, we can go home.

Thanks.

Who drew this picture, honey?

- Rafa's friends.

- Rafa's friends?

What about Rafa?

- He helped.

- Ah. I see.

- You did nothing to protect your sister?

- What could I do?

Fight the entire swimming team?

Get dressed. You're grounded.

- And the class?

- Don't even look at your father.

Go, Rafa. Go get dressed, Rafa.

I hate you.

Good morning.

You overslept today.

The girl

Let's leave work for after lunch.

Or even later.

What about the girl, Cláudio?

Will she be okay?

I've released her,

just like I do with the birds.

So, six feet tall.

Caucasian. In his late 30s.

Short, straight hair.

Hi. Everything okay?

Will Verônica participate?

- Only if I don't get in the way.

- Please, stay.

I will.

His face? Do you remember?

Was it pointy, squared, round?

- He had a very angular face.

- Like this?

- Yeah

- Try to describe him to me,

as if I were one of your friends.

Okay. Felipo is a stud, you know?

Like this?

Yes.

- What about his eyes?

- They were light.

- Were they round? Maybe small?

- No, no, not like that.

Take a look at them

with eyebrows too.

They were kind of like that.

Tell me about the way

the way he looked at you.

Well, when we first saw each other,

it felt like he had known me forever.

The way he looked at me was deep, intense.

Try larger eyes.

- Like that, but bigger.

- That's it.

What about his mouth?

Do you remember

if he had a mustache or anything?

He had a patchy mustache. A bit thinner.

Wait. That's it!

That's it. That is Felipo.

COMPOSITE SKETCH

CHIEF OF POLICE

No, I should be thanking you. I know

it wasn't easy for you to come forward.

And some people

make things even harder, right?

Yeah.

I'd never felt so humiliated

like I did yesterday.

I knew you were different, though.

- We are in this together.

- Thanks.

May I ask a few more questions?

Of course.

Did you exchange pictures with him?

- No.

- You didn't?

No, only texts and audios.

You haven't sent him any sexy pictures

maybe a Polaroid?

- I have to go. I need to

- Wait, I get it.

I know it's extremely hard

to talk about this.

To remember that you were deceived,

that he hurt you.

I know it can be hard to trust someone

after what happened.

But you can trust me.

I want to listen to you.

He took it.

I was drugged.

He left it on the mirror to thr*aten me.

More behavioral signatures

from the con man.

- First time seeing a naked lady, Lima?

- I'm sorry.

Uses fake names,

pretends to be Italian.

He also takes pictures

after drugging the victim.

I'll take it to forensics.

Put in the report

this is also a signature.

Shouldn't it be modus operandi?

What did you say?

I didn't understand.

- Say it again, but louder.

- Never mind.

No, please.

Let us all know what you think.

Okay. The picture has

a very clear function.

It's meant to intimidate the victim,

so she won't come forward.

Modus operandi, then.

- Have you been to her apartment?

- Yes. The cameras don't record.

No doorman at night.

- What about the restaurant?

- He paid cash.

- No cameras in the place.

- The surroundings?

Nothing out of the ordinary.

It's ordinary for a woman to be drugged.

Lima will

escort the victim to be examined.

Let's get to work!

Ma'am? Excuse me.

I would like to help more with the case.

That's great.

There's something important you can do.

- Check out what that bitch gave me.

- At least it's about the case.

Yeah, the case's paperwork.

- You insulted a police captain.

- Sorry.

I couldn't help it.

His signature is fetish. But this?

This is business.

Are you saying

he sells the pictures he takes?

Aren't you the in-house hacker?

I'll check the deep web.

Love,

they are broken.

It's okay.

We can buy more later.

If you drink without toasting,

you'll be celibate for seven years.

Oh, sweetie, my sex life is amazing.

The problem is everything else.

- What have you got for me?

- I got a gift for you.

Your friend, that police captain,

sent a minion to take this,

but I saved it for you, baby.

The roofie the guy used was homemade.

It works almost like a regular sedative.

Almost? What's the difference?

His includes a strong acid.

That is why the victims get

that hideous burn on their lips.

A sadist that scars his victims.

Yes, sweetie,

but if he gets the dosage wrong,

the Sleeping Beauty won't wake up.

That means it's no longer as*ault,

but attempted m*rder.

Does it still shock you?

If you saw the things

that end up on my work table.

I found the guy.

His name is Lucca. He claims to be

a photograph collector,

and brags about it on a deep web forum.

Check this out.

Damn! Look at this!

Dirty bastard.

Can you track the creep's IP address?

And, Nelson, keep this

just between us for now.

Verô, Verô

He's at a gym in Moema now.

All this information is worth a dinner.

Dinner?

We are closed.

The door it says you close at 6:00 p.m.

Yeah, but today we had to close early.

Come back tomorrow.

Okay.

What the f*ck is this?

Ah!

Police!

- You r*pist scum!

- Bitch, are you crazy?

Do you know what happens

to people like you in prison?

The guy has an alibi.

He was traveling with his mother.

Oh, come on! f*ck this sh*t!

- What about the vials in his bag?

- Steroids.

He isn't our guy.

He probably bought the pictures

and someone else published them.

Ninica, you put that scum behind bars.

He isn't the scum we were looking for,

but he is scum nonetheless.

What's important for you to do right now,

at this stage,

is to really just focus on yourself.

the next on your steps is books.

Bye, Little Bird.

follow the exact same process

Love, take your snack.

I love it

when you do things right like this.

You put effort into it.

PACKING

Rafa? We have to go, son.

Let's go.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

I saw you trying to open that door.

I want to know what's inside.

There's nothing in there.

Why won't you let me in?

Well, because it's just an old room,

full of dusty old things.

- Come. You're late for school. Let's go.

- You treat me like a child.

I know Grandpa and Grandma d*ed in there.

This sucks! I'm not a baby anymore.

Son.

Where's my mother?

Somebody help me!

Hi, Carvana.

The commissioner is on his way

to the station.

- Now?

- Get there.

Got it. I'm on my way.

This number doesn't have

enough funds to make this call.

POLICE CLERK

Homicide.

- Ms. Verônica?

- Who's speaking?

My name is Janete Cruz.

Ms. Janete,

Verônica is not here.

Would you like to leave a message?

I saw her interview on TV.

Oh, of course. Let me take your message.

Your phone number, please?

DELETE? YES - NO

DELETED

Are you sure the commissioner

asked for me to be in this meeting?

- What does he want with me?

- Beto didn't tell me.

Not even an idea?

- Verônica

- Not now, IT!

Verô, snap out of it!

Stop giving interviews to the press.

That's an idea. Now, let's go.

Beto! What a lovely surprise.

Please, forgive our delay.

Traffic was horrendous.

No worries, Wilson.

Don’t worry, I haven't touched anything.

Your game is as you have left it.

- How are you?

- How are you?

Verônica.

You can have my chair.

Make yourself at home.

Thanks.

Now, people,

the press is breathing down my neck

because of the su1c1de case.

My phone won't stop ringing. It's hell.

- Yeah, I've heard.

- It's awful.

- Excuse me.

- Hello, Captain.

Perfect timing. Please, have a seat.

- What do we have on the case?

- A second victim and a composite sketch.

We have a face and we've figured out

the criminal's modus operandi.

He leaves a photo to intimidate

his victims, sells the rest online.

- He makes good money with them.

- Who is the main suspect?

We don't have one yet,

but we are working on it.

So we better put more people

on the case, huh?

How about Verônica?

As you wish, sir.

- Now, what do we do next?

- We release the sketch.

A composite sketch

isn't very reliable, is it?

Especially in a case

where the victim was roofied.

With all this media attention,

it may be dangerous.

Someone innocent

may end up being accused.

Well, meeting is over, then.

- I'll walk you out, sir.

- Thanks.

- Verônica.

- Thanks.

Thank God he didn't eat us alive.

No, I haven't found

- You need to control your pet!

- Excuse me?

Tell her how our job requires cooperation

and respect to the chain of command.

Releasing a sketch here is a mistake.

A mistake is to think

a clerk can solve this case.

You lack the maturity

to deal with a su1c1de case.

Everyone knows what you did

when your father d*ed.

- Hey!

- Control your pet.

- What did you say?

- What? Your pet.

Let go of me.

What was that?

- You need to be more diplomatic!

- She shouldn't be an assh*le.

Look, I'm about to retire.

She is the top name to take my position.

Calm down.

Who will handle your f*ck-ups

when I'm gone?

What's up?

Anita's fighting dirty as usual.

She used my dad to get to me.

Bitch.

Verô, we haven't known each other

for long,

but I think we're somewhat close, right?

I've been doing a lot of research

on your father.

What happened?

He was accused of being a dirty cop.

Internal affairs arrived

with an arrest warrant.

He sh*t my mother, and then

Do you know

why he sh*t your mother?

He k*lled himself after k*lling her.

I never got a chance to ask.

Then, after that, you did this?

I'm sorry.

I'm just worried about you.

I can't imagine

how hard it must have been.

Verô,

I know you want to catch this guy.

I'm just wondering, honestly,

if I am helping or hurting you

by doing what you ask me.

- This is over, okay?

- Hey, hey!

I'm on your side.

Here.

A lady named Janete

called the station looking for you.

She saw your TV interview.

She didn't want to leave a message.

I got her number from the phone records.

Thanks.

Do you want a ride?

Don't bother.

- Hello?

- Janete?

This is Verônica Torres.

- I can't talk right now.

- We can talk at the station.

I have to go.

If he finds out I'm on the phone

He is in the bedroom.

Who was it?

No one. Just telemarketing.

Telemarketing?

Do they work at night?

Nelson, can you search

that woman's address?

Janete's her name, right?

Verô, it's 172 Floriano Graça Street.

Love, please. Let's do it here.

Huh? No one will see it.

Cláudio, check this out.

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.

Just quit it.

Stop it. Let's go.

- Let's go.

- I don't want to.

- Let's go. You drank too much.

- I don't want to go.

LIEUTENANT COLONEL BRANDÃO

I'm going to make us some coffee.

Yes, do it.

I was going to throw it away.

I swear I was going to throw it away!

Swallow it.

Love, please. I was going to throw

Swallow it now!

No, please.

Swallow it now!

Open your mouth.

Open your mouth!

Open your mouth.

Show me your tongue.

Hi. Is everything okay?

Her husband is a Lt. Colonel

in the m*llitary Police. Brandão.

I need his full name.

Find it in the system.

I need to know his work shifts as well.

Is this related to Marta's case?

Maybe not,

but it could be a lot worse.

Hi. I'm Verônica Torres.

Homicide.

I know your husband isn't home.

I want to hear your story, Janete.