01x01 - Just for Tonight

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Hey.

I told them to use bubble wrap
because the original wrapping was cheap.

It was bad.
The bottle would've broken on the way...

CUSTOMER REVIEW

SEPTEMBER MORNINGS

For the love of Goddess, Ivaldo,

how can you be so peachy
with those nasty people?

Peachy?

Yeah.

Always so nice and patient with them,
Smiling at them like a fool.

So you think I'm a fool?

The place is gorgeous, honey.
You won't believe it.

-Let's go then.
-C'mon.

What a strong smell.

And it'll take a while to dry.

It's a little humid today.

Good paint job, Jalil.

-Thanks.
-Jalil?

Yes?

-This is sloppy.
-I told you I needed masking tape.

I couldn't finish painting that corner.
If you buy me another can...

Forget it. I'm broke.

At least you managed
to cover the mold.

-Right.
-Thank you.

It's beautiful, huh?

Amazing.

-Why close the door? You wanna k*ll us?
-It's cold outside, Cassandra.

What are you doing?

I can't wait to spoon you.

-I've never spooned. I couldn't tell.
-Tonight you will.

-Hot stuff...
-Yeah?

I'd like to sleep alone tonight.

Knock it off.

It was so hard to come up
with an excuse at home.

Really?

It took me 30 years, two months
and 19 days to have my own place.

But you won't leave
without getting some, of course.

The smell is too intense in here.

You won't be able
to sleep here tonight either.

See?

AVAILABLE ORDERS

You thought your couch-surfing
days were over.

Good morning, Ro.

Dear Lord, what a day.

So you're really leaving today?

You know I love this couch.

-But my palace is ready.
-I'm gonna miss you, sl*t.

Don't start with the goodbyes,
for heaven's sake.

I know you're in love with your new place,
but don't forget your show tonight.

I need the money, Roberta.

By the way, can I sing
just one Vanusa song?

Cassandra, you already sing Vanusa
every Monday for a small crowd.

I want something hot, flashy, good money.
I want Anitta, Pabllo.

Ludmilla. Pink money. Capisci?

Vanusa is hot, too. Okay, Roberta?

Fine.

Should I call Verônica to replace
Pedrita? You don't wanna make money.

Don't say that. I do wanna make money.

By the way, I wanted to talk to you
about getting paid the same as Pedrita.

Because Décio and I have been
rehearsing the show all week.

We'll see.

We'll see. She's a hit.

You're gonna have to kick a*s
to get paid the same.

It's like you don't even know me.

Jana!

Jana!

Hi there!

Jalil said the Wi-Fi would be
working by now, but it's not.

He went to the grocery store.
He will be back soon.

I'll ask him to stop by.

All right then. Thanks.

I have been forgotten

It was me...

It was me who felt good
In the cold night

And in loneliness, all by myself
It was me

It was me who in springtime
Didn't see the flowers

Nor the sun

On September mornings

I want to go out
I want to speak up

CASSANDRA
SINGS VANUSA

I want to teach the neighbor to sing

I want to go out
I want to speak up

I want to teach the neighbor to sing

On September mornings

On September mornings

On September mornings

On those mornings...

Is that him?

Leide?

Hi. Yeah.

It's me. Been a while, huh?

Who's that?

He wanted to meet you. Excuse me.

-Is that my grandma?
-What?

That's right.

It's your grandma with your dad's idol.

Can I have a glass of water?

I'll get it.

-Look at the view, Mom.
-I'll be right there.

Gersinho's been pestering me for months,
asking to meet his father.

I said he couldn't,

but he kept bugging me nonstop.

So I did the only thing I'd sworn
I'd never do and called the tire shop.

Guess who answered?

That b*tch Lucilene.
Remember her? She's still there.

She kept stalling me with small talk,
so I raised my voice and said,

"Seriously, I need Clóvis' number."

-Cassandra.
-What?

My name is Cassandra.

So she gave me Roberta's number,

and I called her, we talked a bit...

How old is he, Leide?

-Ten.
-Ten years, two months and 14 days.

Feel free to do the math, Cló...

The end result is "that."

Coffee?

Leide.

I need to go to work.

All right.

Can I at least use the bathroom?

LAZARO ST, 426

Look, this is where we live.

Let's go, my love. Okay?

You've met your dad
and now we can go.

Bye.

Breathe in, Cassandra.

Breathe out.

That's it. Relax.

Remember what you promised yourself
while having coffee at the bus station

when you first arrived in São Paulo?

That nothing would ever divert you
from your path.

Remember?

NEW ORDER:
DIAPERS, SIZE M

f*cking sh*t.

Just a sec.
Son, how much change should I give her?

Seventy-five cents.

Thanks. Bye.
We're selling a lot today, huh?

Mom... I did the math.

We have to sell 300 bags of chips a day
to move to the boarding house.

Don't worry. I have an idea,
and we might be able to go there today.

-Hey! What's up?
-What's up?

-There's a traffic jam.
-Really?

We're going over there. Wanna come?

Let's go! Come on, Gersinho.

-We can't go to the boarding house today.
-Why not?

What if someone comes looking for us?

Forget about your dad, honey.

You saw it.
He's not even... a dad anymore.

Come on, grab your backpack,
you're going to school afterwards.

Hey, is the Korean earphones guy
is still around?

-Sure is. I'll introduce you to him.
-Great. Let's go, Gersinho.

Grab all of them.

Hi.

Your new place is so good
that you forgot about me?

I can understand forgetting
about me. But lunch, Cassi?

I'll see you tonight at your gig.

Be prepared. There's gonna be some
real hot sexy sh*t...

What's wrong?
Putting up with a lot of people today?

Yeah, you have no idea.

I got you a gift.

-A plant?
-Yes.

-I'm incapable of caring for plants.
-A cactus is perfect for you, then.

I need to get back to work.

Okay.

Cassandra? What an ugly name.

-Yeah, but his name used to be Clóvis.
-That's even worse.

Come on.

Come on, move over.

Let's go.

So you have two moms,
like Julia from 7th grade.

-He was wearing pants, Grazy. I told you.
-So what?

Nasty BO, Gersinho.
When did you last shower?

Must be because you're a boy.
Men smell worse than women.

f*cking sh*t!

No. Not you.

Don't f*ck me over, come on.

Get your earphones!
Imported earphones right here!

Ten bucks each. Two for 15! On sale!
Want one, buddy? Earphones for you.

Who wants earphones?

This is imported stuff.
Listen to your funk with these babies.

Would you like one, girl?
They're on sale today.

There you go!
Good-looking and knows what she wants!

Two for 15, deal? Wonderful, thanks a lot.

Thank you. Time to go.

Thanks.

-Lady, are you selling this stuff?
-No. Of course not.

f*cking hell.

Cassandra, think of Dorothy,

whom we loved so much.

That fearless girl,
who faced the eye of the tornado

and dove in head first.

Do you remember how they got out
of that mess? Remember?

By singing.

We don't need a mattress.
We can sleep anywhere.

Then please make room just for him.

Right, got it. I understand.
Thanks anyway.

Good night to you, too.

-Are we going to the boarding house?
-It's full. Maybe tomorrow.

-Come on, baby. Get in.
-I'm not sleepy.

It's late, son, it's getting dangerous
and it's cold. Come sleep.

-Come on, Gersinho.
-Fine. I'm gonna go pee.

Don't take long, okay?

Wow, Beethoven's in the house.

Don't you miss playing concerts
with the orchestra?

I prefer the décadence.
You know that, baby.

Is that shot the only thing
you're trying to finish today, Cassandra?

No.

What the hell happened?
Spit it out.

A son.

What?

-I have a f*cking son, Roberta.
-A son? What do you mean?

Just when I was getting my sh*t together.

I had no idea.

He shows up now, ten years later,
wanting my attention.

It's not my fault.

Cassandra, for God's sake!

I didn't know
you were into girls, Cassandra!

Was it that pissy girl with a boy
who came looking for you the other day?

It was a one-night stand.

I was completely drunk.

Don't you judge me!
I had no idea.

Cassandra!
Since when you're into girls?

-As if you'd never done that.
-At least I never got anyone pregnant.

f*ck you.

What would you do?

Darling, I'd catch
the first plane out of here.

Here's what we're gonna do.

I'll make up an excuse.

I'll tell them something.
Let's cancel the show.

I'll tell them you have diarrhea.

No need.

Thanks, but I gotta do that.

I won't let that little punk show up
and destroy everything I've worked for.

Come on then, chin up.
I wanna see you gorgeous tonight,

doing Pabllo like no one else.

-Thank you.
-You got it.

Look, I left you an amazing red dress
in the dressing room.

Okay?

-Get dressed and kick a*s.
-All right.

Thanks.

-Hi, Décio.
-Hi, Cassi.

Son?

Sweetie.

Wake up, it's your turn.

Here. Come on.

Wake me up if anything happens, okay?

No.

Much better.

Good evening.

My name is Cassandra.

First, I'd like to thank Pedrita,
who allowed me to take her place tonight.

And Roberta, my dear friend,
for opening the doors to me once again,

and Décio, who's always by my side.

The song I decided to sing tonight

is a song by a woman who
got her first job as a sales girl at 15...

I can't believe you're singing Vanusa.

...bought a pack of cigarettes
with her first paycheck,

lit one in front of her dad,

and told him that from that day on
she would be independent.

In this song, she says,

"It walled myself in
and guarded myself outside.

I shielded myself in indifference.

It was me who turned an afternoon
into a time of sorrow.

It was me who managed to stay and leave.
And I was forgotten.

I was forgotten."

I was forgotten

It was me

It was me who felt good
In the cold night

And in loneliness
It was me

It was me who in springtime
Didn't see the flowers

Nor the sun

On September mornings

Dad!

-What are you doing here?
-You didn't come for us, so I thought...

I could...

I want to go out
I want to speak up

I want to teach the neighbor to sing

I want to go out
I want to speak up

I want to teach the neighbor to sing

On September mornings

On September mornings

On September mornings

On those mornings...

I almost had a heart attack, son!

Leide.

I don't want you guys in my life.

I shielded myself in indifference

I got that this morning, Cassandra.
Don't you worry, all right?

It was me who managed to stay and leave

And I was forgotten

It was me

It was me who felt good
In the cold night

And in loneliness
It was me

It was me who in springtime
Didn't see the flowers

Nor the sun

On September mornings

I want to go out
I want to speak up

I want to teach the neighbor to sing

I want to go out
I want to speak up

I want to teach the neighbor to sing
On September mornings

On September mornings

It took you 30 years,
two months and 19 days

to have your own place.

It's just for tonight.

I want to go out
I want to speak up

I want to teach the neighbor to sing

I want to go out
I want to speak up

I want to teach the neighbor to sing
On September mornings

On September mornings

On September mornings

On those mornings...