01x02 - Stop Calling me Dad!

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Good morning, Dad.

My mom said people who use drugs
go to jail and die.

First of all, weed is not a drug.

It's like a ciggy, or a glass of wine.
Second, we'll all die eventually.

What's a ciggy?

Dad, can I have some bread?

-Dad?
-Stop calling me "dad"!

The bread is burning.

f*cking sh*t.

September Mornings

Just scrape the burned part
and it'll be fine.

-Good morning.
-Good for whom? Hurry up, I'm late.

Can we please take a quick shower
before we go?

-I need to wash some clothes. They stink.
-My place is not a hostel.

C'mon, will you please?

It's been so long
since we've had a real shower.

WHERE ARE YOU?

I'M HERE ALREADY

Or a bed. Right, Mom?

-Clóvis would say yes...
-Do you see a Clóvis here?

Do you, Leide?

No, Cassandra. I don't.

Take your f*cking shower,
and once you're done,

ask my neighbor to lock the door.

He has the key. His name is Jalil.

When I get back from work,
I want you gone for good. Okay?

-Yes, ma'am.
-And get the boy some shoes.

-Do you think my feet are weird?
-Where did you get that from?

Your feet are absolutely adorable.
They're mommy's cinnamon rolls.

Damn, pretty barren.

What are we gonna do, Mom?

You know what? Let's get more sleep!

Let's enjoy this bed while we can.

The first step
to fix this absurd situation

is recognizing you made a mistake.

Well, not just one, right, darling?
Many!

Didn't I warn you
to stay away from that girl?

And not to have more than
one shot of cachaça? And wear a condom?

Hi.

Hi, Pati.

-The usual, please.
-Okay.

Hey, hot stuff.

So? How did it go?

What?

Your first night on your own.

Fine.

Just fine?

It was great and all,
very nice. But...

That smell of paint is still strong.

I thought it'd be gone by now, but no.

Cassandra, I...

I don't know how to say this,
so I'll just say it.

What?

I'm getting jealous of your studio.

C'mon, hot stuff.

-Jealous of my studio?
-I am!

Stop it. The studio will be very
jealous of you soon enough, you'll see.

Jealous...

-Thank you, Patrícia.
-Thanks.

Wait!

Come here.

What if we got this to go?

Why?

-So we can finish eating it there.
-At the studio?

No way, hot stuff. Can't do.

I still have a bunch of deliveries today.

But what about a happy hour tonight?

You and me. Me and you.

Tonight?

Do I have a choice?

What is it, Ari?

I thought you'd be more cheerful
after moving to your studio.

Spit it out.
I have a bunch of deliveries today.

Décio forgot his meds on the bus,
can you believe it?

-Can you pick them up?
-Do you think I'm a charity?

-You've got the wrong number.
-Of course we'll pay you, Cassi!

They're holding it,
you just have to get it.

-Where is it?
-At Anália Franco.

That's where the garage is.

You better tip me well, Ari.

Assuming my shitty bike makes it.

What?

Forget it.
Text me the address, I'll get it.

-I love you, Cassi!
-Bye.

There's nothing more I can do today

But sit here laughing by myself

And have some fun

On my own

My mean self
Is getting the upper hand

Because my good self is too shy

But there's no rush
Because our old selves

Always has the last word
In any situation

I might not be the coolest person
And sure

Gersinho?

I'm not 18 anymore
And I keep

Gersinho, what are you doing?

Searching for words
Looking at your photo on the wall

Right above mine

No, honey!
What are you doing?

It was too stinky.

Turn that shower off, come on.

Let me see that.

Nice! Now it won't be dry in time
for school. What are you gonna wear?

It's still wet, Mom.

-I'm not going to school in a dress.
-It's that or the wet T-shirt.

Hi, how are you?

I'm here for the medication
someone left on a bus yesterday.

-I think Aristides spoke to you already.
-He did.

-I'll go get it.
-Thank you.

You're very handsome.

Beautiful, really.

If it wasn't for that voice,

you'd pass for a real woman.

I'll be right back.

Cassandra.

You can't expect anything more
from a jackass than a kick.

-Is this the one, young man?
-It's young woman.

Young woman.
Show some respect!

-Hand it over.
-Neuza.

Look what someone forgot. Let's party.

-You're invited, too, miss.
-I am the party.

And you're not invited. Neither are you.

-What a rude guy!
-Girl!

Didn't you say Cassandra was coming
to pick you up today?

He can't, because he had to go far
with his bike today.

But he lent me his T-shirt.
Like it?

I bet she doesn't have a bike.

He does. He'll pick me up on Monday,
you'll see.

I'm not coming on Monday.
I'll have the flu.

-How do you know?
-Women know these things.

-Can you give me some, then?
-Some of what?

Some flu.

Not like that. Here.

-That's gross, Gersinho.
-Come on.

That's so gross!

Oh, my God.

Thank you, my dear.
Come in. Décio baked a cake.

I don't have time now. Let's talk later.
And my tip?

I left my wallet inside.
Come in and I'll tip you.

Quit stalling. I've made no money so far.

You're not leaving or getting a tip
until you tell me all about your son!

I think Grazy gave me the flu.
I can't sleep in the car tonight.

Honey, don't worry.

I'll take care of things.
Don't you trust me?

Except when you forgot
to pick me up at school...

Trust me. Okay?

Trust me.

It sucks.
But you know what's worse?

On top of that, I couldn't sleep at all
because the kid snores.

-How cute.
-That's cute.

Cassi, I don't remember
you being pregnant.

That kid is so ugly he might as well
have come from my as*h*le.

-Come on...
-Can I go now? Is the interrogation over?

-No. You didn't even have cake.
-Some other time.

What about our show on Monday?
Is it still on after yesterday?

Roberta told me
to stick Vanusa's songs up my a*s

and that I was banned from Metamorphosis.

All that drama that you already know.

I'll deal with her later, as usual.

Okay, let me know.

-And when can we stop by to meet the boy?
-Never.

They won't be living with me.

Cassandra, you're not
kicking them out, are you?

Can I deal with that my way?

You can't get rid of him.
It's your destiny.

Can't you see it was God
who put him in your life?

Darling, God wanted me to be a man,
and look how that went.

Bye.

Hey, hot stuff.

I'm home.

I'm with Ivana buying stuff for school,
then I'm dropping her off at a party.

We'll have to do it tomorrow.

C'mon, hot stuff!
Who am I going to spoon tonight?

Even that paint smell is gone.

Well, it's family, you know.

How boring.

Okay, fine. I'll be here.

-Call me if anything changes. Bye.
-Okay, bye.

-What are you doing here?
-Number two.

And why are you wearing my T-shirt?

I think that's better.

They all look the same.

Let me show you something.

The future nurse wearing that
is one of a kind!

Come on, Dad.

-So it's that one?
-Yeah. Let's go.

Tell me.

Who was on the phone with you?

On the phone?

It was a friend from work
calling to hang out.

Yeah? Aren't you going?

No, honey, it's fine.
I'll take you to the party, it'll be fun.

But, Dad...

It's cool that you wanna drop me off,
but you don't have to.

-I promised your mom.
-But she doesn't have to know.

Where did she go?

I think she went to get medicine.

You think?

Grazy gave me the flu.

What's your mom's number?

It's...

I don't remember.

What do you mean you don't remember?

She just left you here without saying
where she was going?

She said she would be back soon.

Has she been gone for long?

Oh, my Goddess. Oh, my Goddess.

Yes.
It's exactly what you're thinking.

Yet another mother
chasing after her freedom.

I'm so stupid! How did I fall for that?

-What is it?
-Your mother left you! Can't you see?

What do you mean?

She's gone and left you behind.

No way. She told me that real moms
never abandon their kids.

Only once
she forgot to pick me up at school.

I walked home by myself.

A dog started chasing me
and I ran so fast I thought I could fly.

So what if she didn't say
where she was going?

Did your mom always tell you
where she was going?

It's none of your business.

Call me.

Bye.

If mom's really gone,
can I sleep in the bed with you?

No.

I go to school earlier
on Tuesdays because of PE.

Actually, I need new tennis shoes.

You're not going to live here, boy.

Why are you so sure my mom left me?

I know what I'm talking about.

I'll never see her again?

You'll get used to it.

No! You're not gonna cry, are you?

-Hi! I'm back.
-Thank Goddess!

Wow, if I knew I'd have such a welcome,
I wouldn't have bought the booze.

How can you leave without
telling him where you're going?

-How did you get in here?
-Jalil opened the door for me. Nice guy.

-Jana, too. Such a sweetheart.
-You're a f*cking trickster.

Relax. Let's have some cachaça.
It's good stuff.

Stop right there.

Get your stuff and go.
And don't forget the brat this time.

He's not a brat, he's your son.

I think I'm gonna throw up.

Not on my bed!

Cassandra, let us stay
a little longer, please.

I can even help you with the rent.

No way!

-I want to be alone.
-How boring.

No one you can drink with.

Do you really think if I wanted to have
a drink with someone, it would be you?

But when you were still Clóvis
and life was tough,

you did have a few drinks with me, right?

Cassandra, we're living inside a car,

on the street.

It's not my problem.

You're following
in your mom's footsteps.

Really?

You know nothing about my mom.

Please, Cassandra.

Just until I get a job.
It's not for me. It's for your son.

-Only until tomorrow, Leide.
-Tomorrow's Saturday.

How am I gonna find a job?

Until Monday, then.

-Then you're both out of my life, got it?
-Yes.

-Hi.
-It's not a good time, Ari.

We were in the neighborhood.
Where's the boy?

-Hi, Cassi!
-His name is Gersinho.

-How are you?
-Hi, Gersinho.

-Hi, I'm Leide.
-Nice to meet you.

-Nice to meet you.
-I'm Leide.

-Shall we toast?
-Sure!

You're a Santos fan!
You're Cassandra's son.

-He's your spitting image, Cassi.
-He really is.

-Yes, he's her spitting image.
-You're pretty.

I'll take you to the stadium, count on me.

Hi, baby.

Well, well.

Look at what the cat dragged in.

Rô.

-I need help.
-You know you're on my sh*t list, right?

I know I f*cked up. But, please.

Spit it out.

Can I stay at your place tonight?

Congratulations.
One more mistake for your list.

Stop it, Vanusa.

I'll take care of it.

There are some
Who come to me

Everyday

With words
With old promises

And the same old stories

Words solve nothing

Neither dissolve disappointments

When your friends

Come to me
I stay silent

Because I understand that the past

Speaks so much of you and me

What?

Hi.

We know very well...

-Is this Cassandra's apartment?
-Are you her friend?

...there are no explanations

I keep taking my time

I keep taking my time

I'm taking my time

I'm taking my time

Why waste time

Needlessly
With lies

With words and advice

When there's no longer a solution

Unfortunately
We made a mistake

And now there's no point

In trying to explain

I keep taking my time

I keep taking my time

I'm taking my time

I'm taking my time