01x02 - Vocês acham que eu não vejo CSI?

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This wasn't just another day

at the Maldivas.

A dark smog hovered

over the peaceful condominium.

The residents were struck

by an unfamiliar feeling.

One that Liz knew all too well.

Vulnerability.

How on earth could something so terrible

happen at the Maldivas?

And how could Liz

lose her mother for a second time?

Ironically, as noted

by a neighbor of Patrícia Duque's

She used to say

that she wanted to be cremated.

Like I said, this wasn't

just another day at the Maldivas.

The residents were all grieving.

I'm devastated.

- I still can't believe it.

- Poor Patrícia.

I always figured she'd live long enough

to die of cirrhosis.

Wash it clean later, if you don't mind.

The ashes are full of remains.

What, guys? I'm being sensitive.

I mean, we were close,

but let's not go too far.

Come on, Milene.

You weren't that close to begin with.

Of course we were.

For God's sake, Milene.

Rayssa and I were

a lot closer to her than you were.

Don't even go there.

I introduced her to you.

But we spent time together.

Much more than you did.

Well, quality over quantity, Rayssa.

As usual between

the queens of the Maldivas,

everything always ends up turning

into a competition.

Okay, fine.

We were all equally close to Patrícia.

I have to get this.

Can I share the good news

with my guys?

What good news?

That our deal is on,

and our old manager is back.

The body's still warm, Captain.

So take it easy.

We'll have to pick up where we left off

once the dust has settled.

Hopefully, it won't take too long.

Your cut isn't the only thing

that depends on it.

Your well-being is on the line too.

My well-being?

I don't want anything bad

to happen to you.

But my crew is running out of patience.

I'll sort it out. Don't worry.

Oh, I'm not worried.

But maybe you should be, sweetheart.

- Hi, Miguel.

- Do you realize what I've been through?

My phone died,

I didn't know anyone's number,

and the trucker who gave me a ride back

farted the whole way.

My mother, Miguel.

She died.

I don't know what to do, Miguel.

Liz?

Liz?

DO NOT CROSS

Take everything

as evidence, Sandro.

And keep an eye on it.

- This one's our priority.

- Got it, detective.

That's some diligence, huh?

I bet you want to fill

the police chief position.

No.

I'm just doing my job.

CRIME SCENE UNI

Hi.

Do you know what happened

in Patrícia's apartment yet?

I'm sorry, miss.

Uh, I can't talk about the case.

But it was an accident, right?

EVIDENCE

That's a lot of evidence.

The thing is,

I actually live on my own

in the same block.

If you think my life may be in jeopardy,

please don't keep me in the dark.

I could crash at my friend's place.

You don't have to talk.

If you think that

I should crash at my friend's place,

scratch your head, please.

As a wise man once said,

some itches won't go away

once you start scratching them.

If her mother hadn't died in an accident,

then who could've k*lled her?

And why?

Is this the last footage

we have of Patrícia's apartment?

The CCTV system

went down shortly after.

And how come?

We're unsure at this time.

It's under investigation.

Glória, you came!

Maldivas is above everything,

and God is above everyone.

Hello. Sound check. Testing.

One, two Testing. One

What are you doing up there?

That's the manager's spot.

I know.

I'm the manager.

Are you serious?

I was elected deputy manager

on Patrícia's ticket.

When she died,

I automatically took over as manager.

75 PEOPLE REACTED

- Automatically?

- Automatically.

It's in the bylaws.

You wrote them yourself, Milene, remember?

Order.

Order! Order!

- Good evening, y'all.

- Good evening.

So my very first act as the new manager

is to completely abolish useless meetings.

This one today included.

Have any one of you ever heard

about this brand new sensational tech

that's called email?

We can discuss it later if you want.

Via email.

Any questions?

Are the security cameras back on

by any chance?

Well, good one. I don't have a clue.

They better be back on.

I won't be able to rest otherwise.

Glória,

everyone here knows

you take Zolpidem.

Go ahead, sh**t.

I think we should put together

a memorial for Patrícia.

Great idea, former manager.

Wow! Well done!

Plan it then.

And don't forget

to let me know when it's ready.

I think it should be up to the manager

to take care of it.

Any volunteers?

I can help.

What matters

is no one's going to take you from me.

You hear me?

Liz had arrived too late

to the Maldivas.

But after 18 years looking for her mother,

she had also come too far to give up now.

How did the meeting go?

- So, I was thinking

- No.

- You don't know what I was about to say.

- Okay. What was it?

- Well, that maybe we could

- Honey.

I will not give you more liposuction.

Just one last time, I swear.

I will not touch you anymore, honey.

It had been some time

since Victor Hugo last touched Milene.

His hands were busy

with a different project

that only happened once.

Once in a locker room shower,

once on the stairs between

the seventh and the eighth floor,

once in the playroom

Did you get a boob job?

I did not.

You're squeezing a ball, stupid.

You are so perfect.

Well, you get the idea.

Baby,

if you quit eating carbs altogether,

you won't need more lipo anyway.

What's so funny?

A meme I just got.

Hold on a sec, honey.

I'll send it to you.

"I swear I never had plastic surgery."

I don't get it.

The woman has done dozens of procedures,

but it doesn't matter

because her children give her away.

I SWEAR I NEVER HAD PLASTIC SURGERY

Maybe she just cheated on her husband

with an ugly guy.

Excuse me.

All right, I think now we can start.

I don't have much experience

with this, but

it's important

to have a portrait of her.

You're right.

Of course.

I have tons of pictures of her.

One sec.

Not with her boobs out.

Help me out.

Does she actually have to be sober in it?

It's better, yes.

Eh.

Why not remember her for what she was?

I'll take a look.

What song is playing?

It's salsa. Patrícia used to like it.

What about her family?

- Has anyone informed them yet?

- No.

She didn't have anyone.

Excuse me, but what are you looking for?

I need the condominium's checkbook

to pay for everything.

- What are you

- Enough!

Milene hid it somewhere to f*ck with me.

I was 11 when my dad

The man I love and respected the most,

just decided to leave us

to go live with another woman.

My mom's a beautiful woman.

Beautiful on the inside.

As for the looks,

I can't let myself go like she did.

No, I won't.

I will achieve my goal.

I'll be perfect.

My husband will never leave me.

But every time he ignores me,

I max out his credit cards.

Things started to snowball.

I had to use money that wasn't mine,

and now I have to give it all back

before the truth comes out.

And the truth is I'm not perfect.

Thanks.

I feel so much better now.

I'm glad to hear, Mrs. Milene,

but

I'm afraid I can't give you a loan.

It won't be possible, unfortunately.

I just basically laid myself bare

in front of you.

And it's in the spirit

of maintaining our good relationship

that I must remind you

that you and your husband

have a joint bank account.

If you fail to pay the amount owing,

I'll have no other choice

but to notify him of your debt.

I got the autopsy report.

She was dead prior to the fire.

How much did you pay for this?

You love spoilers, don't you?

"Severe traumatic brain injury."

"Blunt force trauma."

Why on earth would anyone want her dead?

Seems personal.

Someone k*lled her and set the place

on fire to conceal the m*rder.

The issue is the m*rder weapon

has more fingerprints

than your local diner's counter.

Forensics found two sets of DNA

at the crime scene.

Both from women.

One is the victim's.

The other

INVESTIGATION

we'll have to find out.

I really don't know what I'm doing here.

No offense,

but I think you should do your jobs

and look for an actual suspect.

It's a secret for nobody

that she

I think I know you from somewhere.

Well, I've got a common face.

- And aren't you the wife of

- Yes. So what?

Why? It is a crime now?

The fact that you two fought

the night she died

is curious to say the least,

don't you think so?

Well, I guess you've never been

to a condo meeting before

'cause they rarely end

in hugs and rainbows.

How do they end?

In fire?

Do you recognize this object?

Is that the m*rder weapon?

Who would you say

was the closest to Patrícia?

Rayssa.

Kat.

Mortícia. Mortícia was the closest.

May we collect a DNA sample from you?

No way.

I came here to help,

not to be treated like a criminal.

Am I free to go?

Do you think I don't watch CSI?

We called you in

because some residents said

you were the closest to the victim.

I really was the closest.

The only one truly close.

Can you confirm it's her?

The zipper is stuck. Gentle.

It is stuck.

You're gonna rip it.

- Uh, detective.

- You're going to rip it.

May I?

May we collect your DNA sample?

I didn't even know that I had this photo.

In your phone, yeah.

Boo!

Are you okay?

I'm not. Look at this party.

What's the matter, Milene?

Well, I can't. It's too noisy.

There. Say it.

I'm losing control of everything.

Come on, Morticia is our new manager!

You know she won't be

for too long, right, Milene?

Yeah, but that's not all.

No?

I'm having some problems.

Personal issues.

Victor Hugo's shirt has a

a lipstick stain that's not mine.

That's crazy.

He'd never cheat on me.

We're like still in

our honeymoon phase.

- Anyway, can I go?

- Yeah.

Aw, I'm loving this memorial!

What happened? Did someone die?

No.

I'm all right.

Hi.

Hi!

Thanks.

As Patrícia's best friend,

and let's be honest about it,

the most relevant person here,

I would like to say a few words.

That b*tch. I need more wine.

Unlike most people around here,

Patrícia was truthful.

She had no mysteries or secrets.

In a world where people lie

to the faces of those they claim to love,

Patrícia remained honest.

Cheers to that, my friend.

She was such a great person,

and I miss her so much.

Yeah!

Ooh, just one more thing.

Patrícia always had the right advice

at the right times.

She was brave.

She demanded little from others,

but loved everyone.

- Whoo!

- So disrespectful.

She did have lots of lovers.

Maldivas will not be the same

without the presence

of that genuine woman.

My eternal friend.

Let's take a minute's silence

in honor of Patrícia.

- A whole f*cking minute?

- It's a lot.

Sorry. I'm turning it off.

Our condo was just robbed!

- What?

- Oh my God.

Calm down. Calm down, everyone.

Please, don't panic.

It's fake news!

No! Everybody just stop!

Come on! Let's go!

That memorial

summed up Patrícia's life brilliantly.

Chaotic,

alcoholic,

and abruptly ended by fire.

POLICE

You call it voodoo

My daddy calls it hoodoo ♪

What is it?

So tell me, who's going

to be held responsible for this?

- I want to know!

- Calm down.

We're gonna catch the thief.

It's all recorded. Great security system.

By the way, have the cameras

been reinstalled, Verônica?

- That's absurd!

- I knew it!

It's not her fault.

What?

What?

Blame it on everyone who elected someone

that irresponsible and inexperienced.

Is everything okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

I want to report a crime.

There was a robbery at Maldivas.

Are you in charge of it?

No.

Unless someone died.

Nice to meet you.

Homicide Detective Denílson.

Liz.

Person who had her car stolen.

- I'll file your report.

- What a luxury.

Have a Homicide Detective

file a boring report.

- Was the vehicle insured?

- Mm-hmm. Yes.

I need your insurance information

and registration.

It's all here.

I'll xerox it. Be right back.

PATRÍCIA DUQUE

VICTIM

KAT MILLER - RAYSSA FLORES

CCTV

m*rder WEAPON

Oh, I didn't tell you, did I?

That was the m*rder weapon.

MILENE SAMPAIO

MALDIVAS CONDOMINIUM

I like your boots.

Here it is.

We'll reach out if we locate the vehicle.

- "If"?

- "When," but most likely "if."

Thanks.

Liz?

My card.

Call me if you need anything.

Pause my lips on your hands ♪

But Liz

wasn't the kind of person

who relied on strangers to help her.

No wasting moments ♪

Slow is the motion ♪

And there's no time to waste

I know it's my life ♪

LAS PALMAS HOTEL

Why did you never tell anyone

that you had a daughter?

Did you regret being a mother?

Who are you? Huh?

Is there a semblance of truth in any

of what you told your so-called friends?

Does anyone know your real name?

Or maybe it was all an act?

People change, Liz.

I had absolutely no idea

who I was 18 years ago.

I'm sure this will happen to you too.

No, I know who I am. I'm not like you.

Really? In that case, why didn't

you tell those people who you are?

Because God forbid,

I don't want them to know what you did!

Milene,

it's a matter of practice.

A couple more months

and you'll be hitting the heart.

You're welcome, by the way.

Pause my lips on your hands ♪

This is the key to the apartment,

and one to the trash can area.

Perfect. Thanks.

Welcome to Maldivas!

This wasn't

just another day for Liz.

Away from home

and from everything she knew,

she no longer felt vulnerable.

Once on the inside,

Liz had a plan.

And it was the Maldivas' residents

who would be vulnerable to her.

I came out to play ♪

Open up my eyes ♪

This is just demented now ♪

To watch you deep

To see you move ♪

To sleep your night ♪

I'll hold you now

I'll hold you tight ♪

I mean, come on, child

That ain't so bright ♪