01x03 - Jorginho's iron will

[bunniefuu]

[indistinct chatter]

Well, we've all just been informed

that Jorginho left a will

before he was m*rder*d.

- You said that.

- You told us this already.

For God's sake, I'm sleepy.

Let's get going!

Everyone, please, the reading of a will

is a very solemn moment.

Washington, where's the document?

- Uh, there.

- Oh right.

Uh

[laughs nervously] Dang.

I can't believe this.

- Are you sure you can do this?

- Yes, I can.

[indistinct chatter continues]

So, anyway, let's find out about

the last wishes of the deceased.

- Uh, Washington's reading it?

- That's so inappropriate.

No, no, no. We have a lawyer right here.

Let Maurício read it.

He is, after all, as everyone here knows,

Jorginho's lawyer of choice.

- Handsome choice.

- What was that?

Oh, I, uh

Seriously, can he really be

the lawyer of choice

if he didn't even know about the will?

Jennifer Tarantino,

thank you for the compliment.

But I think you're missing the point here,

because it's more about the legal scope,

you know, Thyellen?

- Excuse me. Thank you, Washington.

- Is he talking about you?

- [whispering] Why is that?

- Um

"I, Jorge Peixoto,

Brazilian, married, entrepreneur

do hereby name to serve as my executor

my best friend and confidante,

the one person I trust the most"

I knew it was something.

- Darlison?

- Is he serious?

Right, the person he trusts the most

"Washington Rodrigues, the butler."

[gasps and snickers]

- Washington Rodrigues.

- Shut up!

[Maurício] Washington.

He's been here forever. That makes sense.

Yup, the guy was his best friend.

So there it is.

Washington's reading it.

[blows nose]

[clears throat]

"Therefore, being of sound mind

and free of any coercion,

I have decided upon writing this will,

in which I drew up my final wishes

concerning my assets and estate

to be divided in the manner

described hereunder."

I'm gonna have to Google what he's saying,

because, honestly, I'm very confused.

[laughs]

Don't understand a word.

Sorry, Washington. Go ahead.

[clears throat]

"My one heir is hereby entitled

to 50% of my entire estate."

Ha! And that means Yara, my daughter.

How about that?

And for those of you

who are terrible at math,

I'll have you know that 50% is half

of everything.

So just in case anyone here

tries to rip us off,

everyone has been informed.

- [scoffs]

- [Bete] That's right.

You know, I'm sleepy,

but I might as well.

Just because you're sleepy doesn't mean

Áquila is dumb.

[overlapped shouting]

[laughs]

And

[all shouting indistinctly]

And

And

"And when it comes to all

of my other assets"

[Jorginho] I'll take everything in my will

and split it between the three women.

A FEW DAYS EARLIER

This is changing.

Just keep writing everything I say.

Besides the island,

the church, and the salon,

the cars, the works of art,

the commercial properties,

the nightclubs, love hotels

all of my businesses related to nightlife

are going to be split up

using a similar framework.

So, Bete, Patrícia, Thyellen

will be wrapped up in each other.

[coughs]

May I go on?

Huh?

What salon?

You just keep your hands off

[Áquila] Hey, stop.

Thyellen, you get your own island

and a beauty salon?

- Come on, a beauty salon!

- Yeah, I can't believe it.

- [laughs]

- Okay, come on.

Wait, what about a boat?

You need a boat to get to the island.

You need a boat if you have an island.

Must be a boat.

Enough. Maurício.

My sleeping pills have kicked in.

- You take over from here.

- She's high. Crazy woman's taking drugs.

[overlapped chatter]

You better watch yourself!

[indistinct arguing]

- Whoa!

- Geez!

- [Zanina] What's this about?

- Let them go on.

- The cooking lady's getting antsy.

- Come, Washington. Go on.

Thank you.

"Also part of the estate of the deceased

involves the spa Nauê."

[gasps] What about Nauê?

How come my spa is a part of this mess

and the mansion is not?

Because it's my house,

and your little spa was a total dumpster

before Jorginho put our money into it

to fix it up.

- [Patrícia laughs]

- If he fixed it up, Patrícia,

it's because he saw my potential.

Yeah, right, it's pretty clear

what kind of potential he saw in you.

It's true.

You cobra.

[Washington] Ladies, ladies, please.

The house is the final item

of the will.

[clears throat]

Here is what it says.

"The house will be equally split,

all furniture included,

between the three women."

All three.

Ah! No way.

Oh God, it's glorious!

What about my daughter? It's Yara's!

Just try and calm down, okay?

You got an island, a salon, and a house!

[overlapped arguing]

Oh God.

Washington, I need you to sign

this document as a witness, please, okay?

- But Mr. Jorginho, um

- Hmm?

you aren't planning to die

anytime soon, right?

That's plan B!

In case Thyellen, Patrícia, and Bete

don't agree with plan A.

Huh?

Here's my alternate idea.

I die. Whoa!

A car accident that's very well

planned out.

A beautiful funeral that you set up.

Classy flowers, the works,

with a closed casket.

Hey, relax.

No plans to die anytime soon.

Just sign it. Come on.

As they say, "Only the good die young."

Right?

[laughs]

Okay, look, Yara receives 50%.

- Me?

- With Bete's share: 16.6%

We have 66.666%,

and I'm making sure everybody's square.

- That's the number of the beast.

- I'll be right back.

The number of the devil. Oh no, baby.

This is bad luck for sure.

Yeah, Mom, you know it doesn't

get any worse than that, Mom.

Listen here,

I'm not sharing anything

with the g*ng from the past.

And definitely not with some gold digger

future mistress.

- She's not a gold digger!

- And not a mistress.

- Or a mistress.

- Okay, guys. Come on.

It's obvious that I am the one Jorginho

was actually wanting to build a life with.

- I think we can all agree on that.

- My God!

[overlapped chatter]

- [Raul] That's true.

- Jorginho wanted to screw over

every single person here.

Has anybody even put it together

that he didn't leave any of us any money?

But hold on,

I was his current partner, and

- [Maurício] That's right.

- So not right now.

- It's time for bed.

- Mm-hmm, exactly.

So I'll do the request tomorrow

to nullify the will.

- Is that even legal?

- [Bete] Oh great.

And while you're at it, let them know

that legally, on paper,

I'm still married to Jorginho.

In other words, honey,

there's a good possibility

that we'll all be staying.

Is this true, Maurício?

Legally speaking, yeah.

That's how it works.

- [sighs]

- [Bete] So my family isn't going anywhere.

You want to be kicking people out?

May I suggest the fake Christian?

- Good pick.

- Relax, Thyellen.

Thyellen, just be cool.

Thyellen, Thyellen

Oh, bless you all.

- [Bete] What's the problem?

- Listen

- [indistinct chatter]

- Huh?

he really wanted me to be his wife,

along with everything he had,

because for Patrícia, as far as I know,

he really couldn't stand her.

Right? Xandra, isn't that right?

- [Xandra] What?

- Huh?

How would I even know any of that?

You're all a living hell!

- [Xandra] Patrícia!

- [Zanina] You're the living hell.

No, Xandra, no way.

Xandra, not now.

[overlapped shouting]

[Bete]

You have nothing to do with this!

See, Thyellen?

I told you you'd have something.

Jorginho was crazy about you.

I'm not sure he was.

But I'm making sure these people

think he was.

I'm not sure where we'll live.

If that manic woman makes us

leave this place, we're truly f*cked.

[gasps] Sorry. Sorry.

What matters now is that you're rich.

So there. Rich-rich, Thyellen.

Now we have to learn to fight

so we can keep it.

- See? Give me a little smile.

- [laughs]

Do a smile for me, Thyellen.

Give me a big smile.

- [laughs]

- Rich.

- [birds chirping]

- [intriguing music playing]

- Good morning, my dear Washington!

- Good morning, Detective.

- After a little more evidence?

- You can bet on that.

The victim was m*rder*d right here,

so that means the k*ller is still here.

As the saying goes, "The walls have ears,"

you know what I'm saying?

Yeah, but unfortunately not mouths.

[chuckles]

Fortunately, my friend,

suspects have mouths.

Hey, you know what?

I didn't sleep at all last night.

- Did you?

- [sighs]

I'm going in, sir.

Oh! I can't stop thinking about it either.

There are so many things

going on in this house.

- It's terrible.

- Look right here.

All hell is breaking loose,

and here's Áquila doing gymnastics.

Just working out.

Taking care of my health,

which is what you really should

be doing.

Hey, kiddo,

with an inheritance like this, sh**t,

health, okay, ain't an issue.

We all know you'd rather gossip

than be caught working out, right?

- Shut up, girl.

- [Darlison] Good morning.

- Oh, hey, sweetheart.

- [Bete] Oh, look.

Don't come trying to charm us

with your smooth talk, Darlison.

I want you to tell me what the hell

you're still doing in this house.

[Darlison] I'm working, Bete.

- Then tell me, what's your job?

- Jorginho's personal assistant.

- Can't you tell?

- [Bete laughs]

Darlison, you really better explain

your deal with Jorginho.

[Darlison]

I don't have to explain anything,

especially since I'm not the one here

with the shady past.

What did you say?

There's nothing shady here.

- [grunts]

- [Bete] Well, I, for one, just hope

nothing else comes up

that you aren't able to explain.

Hmm?

[thunder rumbles]

THE NIGHT OF THE CRIME

What a surprise, Áquila.

Let's just stop this right now, huh?

I really missed you, Áquila.

You know that?

Because you have guts.

- A lot.

- Yeah.

And I especially have them

when it comes to my family.

Family?

Family. What is family? Huh?

Where would we be without family, Áquila?

I want to show you something

I've kept here.

You'll really like to see it.

Something small, sweet, poetic.

Something splendid.

It's something only the great poets

could write, you know?

All your threats are here, Áquila.

I saved each one, you know,

because I knew they would

serve us one day.

So let's go

Shall we show these to everyone, hmm?

You know I only did that because

of the fact that you were blackmailing me!

You know you were, Jorginho.

Only on the phone.

It's different from doing it in person.

Yeah? I'll threaten you to your face, man.

How's that sound?

Don't mess with me on this, Jorginho!

[thunder crashes]

Or what, Áquila?

[Bete clears throat]

Look, I had nothing to do with this crime,

okay, Bete?

And you know I would never

m*rder anybody, ever.

No, I don't, Áquila. I really don't.

I'm not going to have this argument, okay?

If you'll excuse me.

[Yara]

Jeez, you were harsh on my uncle.

You didn't let him explain himself.

Well, there are things

you can't explain, Yara.

Keep your damn self out of it, Darlison!

Just mind your business!

Yara is right, kiddo.

You just take a minute,

and when you're more calm,

go talk to your brother.

What the? He's

- Check it out.

- Oh. Hello.

- What's wrong?

- Hi there.

Oh no.

[screams]

[Bete] What's he doing?

I think he's dancing.

- [Zanina] No, come on.

- Yeah, dancing.

- [Bete laughing]

- [Zanina] Oh, he's crazy.

- What is he?

- Is this man twerking?

- How you gonna?

- He's stripping.

Respect my mother, man!

Leave your clothes on! Come on!

[Bete]

Is he trying to get naked?

- [Darlison] He's a stripper now.

- [yelps]

- [Bete screams]

- Whoa! Whoa!

[Zanina] Oh my God! Oh my God!

Look at that! What the hell?

Jeez, man.

[Zanina] What the?

- You need a hand?

- Goodness, man, our pool!

What are you

[sighs]

[Maurício]

I swear I didn't know about the will.

Oh, I believe you.

It's your complete incompetence

I'm pissed about here.

Oh my God.

How the hell do we fix this, Maurício?

Like we always do.

We pay our way out.

And how, Maurício?

All the cash is f*cking gone!

It's a momentary obstacle.

- Ugh!

- Yeah?

I need some time.

I was caught by surprise.

By a dead man? Ah!

Oh, but Jorginho's full of mischief,

even from the grave.

- Calm down.

- Oh, I'm calm.

- This crime is perfect.

- How is it perfect?

Yeah, hear me out.

If any beneficiary is involved

in the crime,

then they forfeit every claim

of inheritance.

Oh, so we have to frame someone then.

Voilà.

Let's frame that prude little b*tch.

That makes the most sense.

There, done.

No, not her.

I don't want to go with that woman.

- And why not?

- I think it makes more sense

to go after the people

with the largest piece.

That is, the Oliveiras.

That's hard to do.

How would we frame them?

[Darlison] Am I interrupting?

Got a minute, Patrícia?

Ah, yes, she does.

She does, because we're done here,

my wonderful, gorgeous Darlison.

[laughs]

- [snaps fingers]

- Thyellen? Whoo!

Come on. Snap out of it.

Gosh.

You know what? You have to focus

on the good things Jorginho left us.

Check out this huge garden.

I'm even thinking about

sh**ting my music video here.

Really, Raul?

Don't you need a song first?

[scoffs]

- Well, I don't have a song yet.

- Right.

But the video is fully formed in my head.

I mean, take a look at that statue,

Thyellen.

This statue right here

will totally be in it.

Who do you think this is?

Reminds me of that kid's show host.

People with enough money

for a statue like that,

wouldn't get someone from Brazil.

She looks like Angelina Jolie.

It could have been inspired by her.

Like that song that I wrote, remember?

Well, you think inspired,

though the band thought it was plagiarism.

The police came.

Oh my God, I love that story.

Dwelling on that.

That's your problem, Thyellen.

This is a representation of Aphrodite,

the goddess of love.

Aphrodite?

Wasn't she from Knights of the Zodiac?

- Knights of the Zodiac? A guy?

- Wasn't that the anime you used to watch?

Pisces Aphrodite, with that blue hair.

Remember, he had the mascara?

Yeah, wasn't there an episode

where they slept together?

No, that was Shun

who slept on top of Cygnus Hyoga.

God, that brings back good memories.

Thanks, Thyellen!

- You really loved it.

- You're damn right.

See? Even the cartoons from back

in the day weren't completely straight.

[laughing]

- And what's your story?

- That I'm really into you.

I was actually talking to Thyellen.

Well, I'm a Christian, right?

So I choose to be straight.

And remain straight for my whole life.

Oh, but that's old-fashioned, you know.

Times change. There's a bunch

of LGBTQIA+ churches now, so

Check that out. She's beautiful and smart.

I bet you'd be good helping me write

some lyrics, right, Xandra?

Yeah, you could help Raul write, Xandra.

Give him some good tips.

- Huh?

- Only because he's your brother.

Gee, thanks. I gotta go, okay?

But isn't Thyellen staying for this?

Thyellen! Why don't you stay

stay with us?

No?

[giggles]

- [Áquila] Ahem! Busy?

- Mm! Mm!

No, no, I'm not. We're just playing.

- Am I interrupting?

- Well, nothing's happening. We're playing.

Hmm, this "nothing"

looks extremely hot to me.

I was wondering,

now that we brought it up,

did Jorginho happen to know

about this "nothing"

that's happening between you two?

Sheesh, you, um you sound like

a saucy villain from a soap opera.

I got to go.

Hmm.

Hmm.

A widow found sneaking around here

with the dead man's assistant.

Very interesting.

It really makes it look like you two

have something to do with the m*rder.

- Doesn't it?

- What do you want?

Oh! Me?

Nothing.

But if I were you, I'd hope the detective

doesn't pop in here unannounced.

[billiard ba*ls clack]

[giggles]

[billiard ba*ls clack]

- Your clothes, sir.

- [laughs]

- Why, thank you.

- You're welcome.

[upbeat music]

Ha!

[sniffs]

What's this?

[laughs]

Jorginho.

So rich

yet you smoked such cheap cigarettes.

That's very suspicious.

[gasping]

A surviving m*therf*cker!

[video game beeping]

- Washington.

- Uh, yes?

- Please.

- Sir?

There's something very confusing.

This big mansion where you host parties,

and dinners, banquets,

art exhibits, festivities.

There's not one single ashtray

for cigarette butts, filters.

- I haven't seen one.

- Patrícia removed all the ashtrays

from the whole house because

she didn't want Jorginho to be tempted.

- Okay, but

- But it didn't work, right?

Allow me to offer my assistance

in the investigation.

Another set of eyes. How about it?

- Fresh perspective.

- [scoffs]

You know what?

An investigator doesn't require freshness.

He needs the bitter taste

of reheated coffee filling up his mouth.

He needs the stale smell

an old leather jacket worn during

a very long, brutal career can bring.

I caught Jorginho sneaking out for a smoke

on the night of the crime.

- Oh.

- See there, Mr. Fresh?

Psst.

I may know of a surviving ashtray.

[wind chimes tinkling]

[Xandra exhales]

Hey! Oh!

Sorry for messing up

Xandra's concentration here.

Although it's probably too late for that.

[laughs]

I'm doing an impression

of those guys selling stuff.

Pretty convincing?

Uh

Anyway, just wanted to talk to you

about that thing

[whirring loudly]

Couple minutes! Won't take very long!

[inaudible over blender]

You keep doing your thing.

Go on and finish mixing

whatever this is, I'll be here.

Just waiting for you to finish up

making this whatever it is.

[laughs] Take your sweet time.

- So

- Raul.

What?

You see, what I'm doing

is re-energizing the molecules

all according to the intention

I put in them.

So I thought we'd talk more about

the goddess of love you mentioned earlier.

- Ah! Aphrodite.

- Yeah, her. Sweet.

So in Greek mythology,

Aphrodite was the goddess of love,

and beauty, and sex.

Uh, yeah, so I'm confused

about the sex part.

I'm sorry if I'm being too forward, right?

Now I just

But that doesn't really

seem to fit, right?

I mean, they didn't have sex, right?

Like, gods having sex?

[laughs]

Oh man, you're wrong about that.

They did it all the time.

- You know?

- [blender whirs]

- Oh man.

- What?

Hey, man, I'm telling you. Believe me.

Aphrodite had thousands of lovers.

Oh yeah?

Including even mortals.

- Oh, that's nice.

- Yeah!

So you're telling me, like,

a mere mortal like Raul here

has a chance with a goddess like you?

Hmm?

- [gulps]

- [laughs]

Raul, I think you've got

the wrong idea here.

What wrong idea, Xandra?

I've been into you ever since

the very first time I saw you.

And we'll be spending more time together

with the lyrics,

though I think you have something else

in mind, acting all loosey-goosey

I'm going to help because of Thyellen.

- I'm serious.

- Yeah, if that's the problem,

then we'll keep this thing between us

a secret.

My lips are sealed.

But there's nothing here, Raul.

Nothing.

Shh.

You know I'm scared too, my love.

This is new for me too.

- I'm going to be honest, huh?

- Hmm?

- Listen. Listen.

- Hmm?

Just don't stop.

I will get your number

from your sister, right?

Uh-huh.

And I'll send you some texts,

articles about mythology to help you.

- How about that? Okay?

- Uh-huh.

But just wait.

I will text you first, okay?

Don't you text me.

You'll ruin the surprise.

- Sure, that sounds good.

- All right.

[laughs]

- So turn your notifications on!

- My cell phone battery's at 100%.

[laughs]

Xandra, Xandra.

Look at her, making up reasons

for her to get my number.

So romantic. Wow.

[gulps]

Oh.

[grunts]

Oh.

Yeah.

What a classy girl ♪

My sassy, beautiful girl ♪

You're the honey in my eye ♪

Oh, my sweetheart.

You're so crazy ♪

And you're making me crazy ♪

We're meant to be together in heaven ♪

Whoo!

Classy girl, classy girl ♪

You two stay and keep an eye out.

[sighs]

Patrícia didn't like him smoking,

so he came here.

[intriguing music playing]

Okay, now

[grunts]

- [objects clatter]

- Hear that?

[Yara gasps]

Charles?

Oh, can you smell that?

It smells like gas.

I'll shut the valve.

- Are you okay?

- I'm fine, are you okay?

Yara, look at all the cigarette butts.

Man, that makes sense.

I saw him light a cigarette outside.

- But he must have been coming here.

- Yeah, but he didn't,

because, bam,

he would have blown up.

Quite the stroke of good luck.

Good luck? I wouldn't call it good luck.

If you consider the way Jorginho ended up.

- Yeah. We should get out of here.

- [Charles] Yeah, let's go.

Relax, Washington. Relax.

It would take a little more

than a little bit of gas

to bring down Detective Charles Nunes.

Charles, for God's sake, breathe deep.

Clean your lungs.

You inhaled a whole bunch of gas

in there.

Yeah, well, the one positive

to allergies, Yara,

is that it actually somehow

ended up protecting

[Yara] Oh sh*t.

- Are you hurt?

- No, no.

- Because you fell down.

- I'm fine, I'm just, uh

collecting evidence here, see?

This here butt must be Jorginho's,

when he smoked out here

the night of the crime.

- Anything peculiar about the butt?

- [Charles] Yes, yes!

There's a particular marking,

an orange stain.

- Look.

- [camera shutters click]

[gasps] Jesus! Oh my God!

Father, give me patience

so I don't strangle Raul!

[Raul] Thyellen!

Let me finish taking a dump.

- I'll be right out.

- Raul! What are you doing?

Trying to look like a k*ller?

And a thief?

- [Raul] It's Aphrodite, my muse!

- Your muse? Are you insane?

Thyellen?

- Hey.

- What a

coincidence, I mean,

I was thinking about you.

- Who, me?

- Yeah.

- Oh.

- In the hallway, I saw some

a movement in your room

and I was like,

"Damn, I want to know what Thyellen

is doing right now."

- So, what are you doing?

- Now? I

I'm just getting this statue out of here

and back in the garden.

I'll do it.

Thank you.

Thanks.

- [loud crack]

- Oh!

- Oh my God.

- My lower back is out!

- What?

- My lower back, Thyellen! Ow! Damn it.

- Why don't? Oh my God.

- Damn it. Damn it. Damn it.

You want what should I do?

Oh God, it hurts so much

to even lie here.

- What if I do this?

- I don't know.

Maybe get on top of me.

Use your weight to set my back right.

Please, Thyellen.

Oh, that's better, Thyellen.

Oh man, I think there's something

on my lower back.

I can feel it rising.

Getting bigger, you know?

Swelling in the middle of my back.

If you just push with your hands.

- Maybe it'll help.

- I, uh I can

- Right here?

- Uh-huh! Oh!

But I think you you can push

- Yeah?

- [moaning]

- [Thyellen] Like that?

- [Maurício] Yeah, just like that.

Oh man, you're so good at this.

Oh yeah, keep going.

Don't stop.

Oh my God, it's really getting better.

Wow, you're really good.

[Raul] Oh, it's coming out, Thyellen!

- Oh, it's coming out, Thyellen!

- Raul!

That's gross! There's someone here.

[Raul] It's the song, it's coming out!

- What is happening here?

- [Thyellen] Oh, the song.

Um so

- Yeah, I should probably go now.

- Okay, that's good.

Much better. I'm good.

- Okay.

- Okay.

- Bye.

- Bye.

[sighs]

- [Raul] All done!

- [toilet flushes]

- Feeling better, Detective?

- Frankly speaking,

takes more to knock me down

besides a fall.

Got a pretty thick layer

of some orange pigment, I think,

on this cigarette.

- Oh no, Washington!

- Yes?

Did the deceased wear lipstick?

- Not that I'm aware of.

- Must be achiote.

Oh! Of course!

It's very likely, actually,

that among Jorginho's eccentricities,

he participated in Indigenous rituals,

which often used achiotes,

and wrapped them up

with a cigarette, right?

[Yara] No, there's achiote in bobó.

He must've smoked that cigarette

after bobó that night.

That's evidence, right, Detective?

That was my very next hypothesis.

Wow, could you please stop anticipating

by reasoning so obviously?

It's very unprofessional.

You know,

what if the gas leaking in the shed

was actually somebody sabotaging?

Why would they do that?

[gasps]

Uh, 'cause someone knew

Jorginho would always go there to smoke.

Yes, but that night he smoked outside

and didn't get blown up.

But they wanted

to blow him up inside, right?

But he didn't blow up inside, did he?

- Unless someone

- Yes, of course!

The plan went wrong.

So the k*ller probably got

really desperate at this point,

so they followed my father here,

- and ha!

- [gasps]

Improvised the fatal stabbing.

That's it!

It was staged as an accident,

but the m*rder*r was forced to improvise.

[laughs]

Shh!

[sultry music]

Back for another drink?

[Patrícia sighs]

[gasps] Oh, look.

"V, viper," five letters.

[gasps] "Pa

Patrícia"

Oh, jeez.

It doesn't fit. Huh, strange.

[gasps]

I'll just put down "cobra."

What's your deal, Áquila?

What kind of scam

are you and your family up to?

Watch your mouth, fair lady,

when you talk about my family.

And here's a hint: don't use Darlison

as a basis for comparison.

We're very different.

Is that right?

Isn't Darlison in on it with you?

If anyone here is "with" Darlison,

you know damn well who it is.

Don't you?

Say it. You trying to get rich?

- [chuckles]

- Huh? How much for your silence?

You may not believe this, but

not everybody's for sale, Patty.

[chuckles]

Wanna solve this one?

I don't know if you're up for it.

It's pretty advanced.

My friend, oh,

I only do levels designed for experts.

- Hmm.

- Hmm!

[Áquila laughs]

[slurping hiss]

[Patrícia]

I've seen this handwriting before.

Where's Jorginho?

He's out, Patrícia.

A FEW WEEKS AGO

At his usual appointment.

Everyone knows what it is.

And have you been able to find out

who she is?

Relax.

I'm sure this relationship won't last.

I can see they had a big fight,

because I intercepted a letter from her.

And check out these wild threats

she made to him.

[Patrícia] I thought the threatening

letters were from a mistress.

Life really can surprise you.

Áquila.

You're mine now,

you f*cking m*therf*cker!

[laughs]

[upbeat funky music]