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'BEST FILM' AWARD RIO FESTIVAL/2001

'BEST SUPPORTING ACTRESS' AWARD 6TH BRAZILIAN FESTIVAL/MIAMI

This is detective Remo Bellini. He'll be taking care of yourcase.

Iwant you to find a girl. Her name's Ana Cintia Lopes.

She must be eighteen.

She's a dancer at the Cocktail, a nightclub on Augusta St.

A month ago, she simply disappeared.

Could you be more specific, please?

I met her four months ago.

Every time I had to see a patient at night...

I parked my carclose to the club...

and watched her. Brunette, dark shoulder-lenght hair...

thick eyebrows and dark eyes full of deep melancholy.

She was slim, but had well-built legs.

I fell in love wlth her before she even knew I existed.

One day, I let go off my fears and invlted her...

for a drive.

From then on we met regularly...

on days and times arranged by phone.

I spent wonderful nights with her.

Around a month ago, we arranged to meet near the club as usual...

on the sidewalk...

in front of the Cocktail.

But she didn't show up. After then, she vanished.

That's when I decided to look for her. But to my surprise...

no one knew her at the club.

How come? You just said she worked there.

To care for my good reputation I avoided going to such places.

I never entered Cocktail or any other nightclubs.

I was a kind of...

...voyeur. - So you admit she lied.

Perhaps.

Did she have enemies?

- Any protector or pimp? - Was she on drugs?

Do you know where she lives? Does she know where you work?

- Does she know where you live? - Of course not.

I know nothing about her, neither she knows anything about me.

It was part of our game.

Game?

Well, Mrs. Lobo...

this must be enough to start the investigation.

Sure, it's more than enough.

I don't need to remind you...

I want this solved as soon as possible.

Don't worry, we'll do our best.

Please, find her.

- It means a lot to me. - You can count on us.

Rafidjian...

...this name is... - Caucasian.

Dr. Rafidjian's a geriatrician. His patients are powerful men.

Why should he deal with street prostitutes?

He's so rich he can solve anything by phone.

Well done, detective.

Now, let's get down to work.

Go to Cocktail and look for Boris.

He knows all that scum well.

Bellini, there's one more thing.

Yesterday I interviewed someone perfect to work as your assistant.

- Thanks, but I don't need any help. - We'll see.

You heard the client, though. He is in a hurry.

I had the feeling you were stripping me with your eyes.

- I wasn't the only one. - But the most handsome.

Guys like you rarely come here.

- What's your name? - Fatima. And yours?

Bellini.

Want a drink?

- Can I drink anything I want? - Sure.

Champagne, please.

Fatima, I think you can help me.

Sure I can.

- Not that way. - I'd help you anyway.

I'm looking for a dancer.

Her name's Ana Cintia.

- Why didn't you say you're a cop? - Because I'm not.

But you look like.

- OK, and you look like a whore. - I am a whore.

Are you gonna help me or not?

Ana Cintia?

Never heard of her.

Brunette...

...dark hair, brown eyes... - You'd better talk to Caled.

- Who? - That guy at the back.

- May I help you? - I'm looking for a dancer.

Her name's Ana Cintia.

- Cop? - Private investigation.

Have a seat.

Want a drink?

Ana Cintia, huh?

Ana Cintia...

I don't think I know her.

Didn't any of the girls suddenly disappear?

They always do...

don't they?

What life would be like without them?

Knowing their names is meaningless.

There are so many of them.

They're all the same, anyway.

Ana Cintia... Ana this, Ana that...

For each missing girl, five show up the following day.

Maria do Socorro, Maria da Gra�a...

Their names don't matter.

What we want from them has just one and only name:

Pussy!

Don't cause troubles in my harem.

Clients don't like it.

Detective...

be careful!

Women are just an illusion.

Her name isn't Ana Cintia, it's Din�ia.

She got pregnant and Caled fired her.

Pregnant?

Yeah, whores get pregnant too.

- Where did she go? - To her mom's, in Corn�lio Proc�pio.

I guess it's in Paran�.

Thanks, Fatima.

You owe me one.

Call me if you get to know anything else.

Hey, boss!

Boris?

I'm Bellini, I called you.

Would you like some soup?

No, thanks.

I'll introduce you to some old critter. Come with me.

Stone, you little fucking dealer...

cooperate with my friend here. He asks...

and you answer. Did you copy that?

Haven't we met before?

I ask, you answer.

Be quick, then. I'll talk to you...

just to please that fucking cop!

Do you know a whore called Ana Cintia?

Any missing dancer from the Cocktail?

- A few. - Din�ia?

I performed some shows with her.

Fine, brunette, dark long hair...

slim, but has got such a butt! Amazing.

She is pregnant. Just don't ask me who the father is.

Anybody else?

Simone.

She went to Japan for a Samba show.

She's the so-called "mulata monument".

By now she might be married to a tiny-eyed sucker with a tinier cock.

Save your jokes.

All right, moron. You're the boss.

There's Camila, too.

She used to perform electrifying shows with Miguel, "the Indian".

A strong Chilean guy, bisexual...

...are you interested? - What's she like?

Tall, well-built...

shoulder-lenght hair... such a beautiful bitch!

Where's she?

In Santos, she's from there.

I heard she wasn't feeling well when she performed with the Indian.

Camila's not easy, she's nuts. Totally fucked up.

I've sold her crack.

What's the deal in Santos?

Who knows? It seems she went to look for a job...

nothing heavy, you know.

Wait, wait!

Have you ever seen a weird-looking old man in front of the Cocktail?

If you ever need anything...

you already know where I welcome my special clients.

Why didn't you tell me you're a cop?

Ana Cintia?

- Never heard of her. - There's Camila too.

Camila's not easy, she's nuts. Totally fucked-up.

Detective, be careful.

Women are just an illusion.

SEND

Hi, Bellini. Come in.

We're having a good time with your report.

This is Beatriz, our new assistant.

- Beatriz, this is Remo Bellini. - Nice to meet you.

I had no idea detectives were followed.

- I heard it was the opposite. - What else have you heard?

- They wear coats and spyglasses? - Beatriz...

see if the fax's arrived, please.

Sure.

Another criminalist lawyer? Agatha Christie's fan?

She'll surprise you. Her intellect goes beyond the criminalist field.

You should be used to the female efficiency.

Sometimes I forget I work with a woman.

You still have a lot to learn about women.

- Dora, should I come back later? - No, come in. We have a lot to do.

Bellini, you're going to Santos after Camila...

while Beatriz goes to Paran� after Din�ia.

What about this?

I'll handle it.

It's about time to have a little talk to Dr. Rafidjian.

Excuse me.

- Do you know a girl called Din�ia? - I think she lives over there.

Thank you.

- Hello. - Hi.

- Din�ia? - It's me.

Your key.

Don't worry, sir.

He's a very good driver and knows the city of Santos pretty well.

I found someone who knows Camila.

This is Mrs. Luisa, mister.

- Santos' nightlife queen. - Queen?

- How cute! - My pretty...

What do you want from Camila?

I'm her client...

you know...

I miss her.

Camila's very beautiful.

That bitch's so beautiful I couldn't keep her here.

She's in Las Vegas.

It seems she really wanted to get away from me.

Don't worry, captain. This Las Vegas is right next door.

- Isn't it? - Oh, yeah.

Wake up, doll.

But Las Vegas's closed tonight.

They'll just open tomorrow.

How about this sex kitten here?

We'll be right back.

- Hello? - Nothing yet?

Everything's under control. I'll meet Camila tonight.

What about the necklace? Did you find out anything?

No, I've called the doctor three times but had no answer.

Is the investigation in Paran� going well?

Very well. Beatriz has already found Din�ia's home.

How's that?

She said she was a social worker.

Took some pictures of her.

All that in just one day?

I said she'd surprise you.

OK, Lobo.

By the end of the night you'll have Camila's photos.

There he is.

Captain, the girI's waiting for you.

- What girl? - Who do you think?

Camila!

Sorry, but I really wanted to see your reaction.

What are you doing here?

Lobo asked me to help you.

Thanks...

but I'd rather work by myself.

How about that! Camila must be a goddess...

to make you leave that princess behind.

Believe it or not, the money to buy that car was earned here.

Let me take a break.

Coming up next, ourerotic show!

What can I get you?

A dancer...

Camila.

- Maybe Mr. Focca knows something. - Focca?

Frederico, please.

Are you with the Federal or the local Police?

Federal. Agent Labelle.

Our dealings with the Feds are up-to-date.

If you came for...

No, I just need an information.

I'm looking for a dancer.

Caruso! Take care of this.

Hi.

The thing is...

we're very strict in following the rules.

All of our dealings are made with agent...

Flecha.

You must know him.

We can't make an exception.

I see.

You're right.

Rules are rules, I'd do the same.

Come on, Labelle.

You know you're among friends.

Flecha's coming soon.

- Relax. - Great!

I'll go get a drink and wait.

Camila.

Come here, honey.

Make our friend Labelle feel comfortable.

Where are you taking me?

- He said he's with the Feds. Labelle. - I never heard of him.

- Are you sure? Think again! - There's something fishy.

Where's he?

- I'll take you there. - There's something fishy.

Labelle.

Flecha's here. He wants to talk to you, open the door.

- He's fucking her. - Son of a bitch.

Open the fucking door.

- Fuck! Can't you open this shit? - Open the fucking door!

Son of a bitch!

- Stay there! - Let's go! He went that way!

He's got a gun!

Are you nuts?

You're dead, you son of a bitch!

Won't you invite me for a drink?

See you tomorrow.

- Finally! - Where's Lobo?

At Rafidjian's clinic.

- What happened? - The case is over.

- How did they know about us? - Our names were in his files.

- What time was the crime committed? - 1:30 p. m.

Repeated blows against the skull.

- His secretary found the body. - Where was she at the time?

- Lunch break. - Fingerprints?

Not on the weapon.

After he died, his eyes were sadistically drilled.

"B" and "S"?

Just "B".

- "B" and "S"? - Blood and semen.

They're common in such violent crimes.

He was wildly beaten before dying.

In more than 20 years, I'd never seen...

a murder committed with an umbrella.

Dr. Boris! The witness will talk.

All right, Mrs. Glaucia.

You said you weren't here at the time of the murder.

No, I was out for lunch as usual.

I usually leave around 1:OO p. m.

But you just called us at 3 p. m.

Precisely today you took more time for luch?

No...

I mean, yes...

I'm sorry, you got me confused.

Go on, please.

On Thursdays he used to give me one extra hour in the afternoon.

He spent that time reading since there weren't many clients.

- The murderer knew about it. - Probably.

What time did you come back, anyway?

I think it was...

around 2:O5 p. m. Or so.

When I arrived, the door was open...

and then I saw the...

Let's make a break. We'll continue at the police station.

Funny. Both of them look like Ana Cintia, but they don't look alike.

Go to the funeral tomorrow. Get as much information as you can.

There are many unanswered questions.

Who's Ana Cintia? Who killed the doctor?

The guy who followed me that night.

You never know what comes next.

- Are those the doctor's relatives? - Yes, a very conservative family.

The priest is the doctor's brother.

Next to him is Sofia Rafidjian, the widow.

Back there you see Constanzza Bogossian...

Mr. Bogossian's daughter. According to what we know so far...

he was the doctor's best friend.

- Who's the lady at the back? - That's Ism�lia...

the governess. She's been with the family for 20 years.

The other lady's our good old friend, Mrs. Glaucia.

What about that guy?

That's Samuel, the doctor's son.

Bellini, what's up, man? Don't you greet old friends?

- So, what's the deal? - I came to offer my condolences.

Come on, Bellini. I'm serious.

This case should be worth it. A big shot involved with hookers.

- I'm not familiar with that. - I heard he was looking for a woman.

- Even hired a private eye for that. - Listen to me.

I know nothing. Leave me alone, OK?

Bellini, let's go!

Is Boris a friend of the family too? Shoot him, Dutra!

PRIVATE DETECTIVE WORKED FOR RICH DOCTOR

A detective's work implies secrecy.

Discretion is one of the greatest qualities in a detective.

- Excuse me, Mrs. Lobo. - Yes, Rita?

Mrs. Rafidjian is here to see you.

Let her in, please.

Take a seat, please.

Mrs. Rafidjian, what can I do for you?

We read in the papers that my husband had hired your services.

Don't worry, they work for me.

I was surprised to hear people saying he had a lover.

I'd like you to remain in the case to clear up the whole matter...

and restore my husband's reputation.

Is just his reputation you're concerned about?

- What do you mean by that? - Please, don't get me wrong.

There's no point overlooking it. The betrayed wife...

becomes the most obvious suspect.

Did you ever distrust him?

He'd been getting home later...

but doctors can never be on time, anyway.

Those weren't professional appointments, mom.

What do you mean, Samuel?

I noticed something wrong.

One night he told me he had to go and see this patient.

Later that night, that same patient called and asked for him.

Why didn't you tell me?

I'm sorry.

This so-called lover, this bitch...

she must be the one behind the murder.

Have you considered the chance of blackmail?

Leave the creative job to us, we're good at that.

Mrs. Lobo, what really matters is to get rid of this nightmare...

that sullied our name.

The truth will come out quicker than you think.

This is all we found of suspicious from those girls.

You're wasting your time. I've looked into this material.

There's no evidence the doctor was being blackmailed, nothing.

- I'd like to look into it again. - It's a waste of time.

At this point, we know that neither Camila nor Din�ia...

committed the crime. They got alibis.

Camila was in Santos and Din�ia was at the hospital.

- Was she in an accident? - Miscarriage.

- Who was the father? - She doesn't know, but...

how could she?

- Which of them is Ana Cintia? - None of them.

They sweared they didn't know the doctor.

WITH LOVE FROM MIGUEL, THE CHILEAN STALLION

Bellini, look at this.

The Chilean guy was involved with both.

- So what? - Maybe it's not a coincidence.

Do you have any idea how many partners they have in common?

Miguel...

"the Indian". Stone told me about him.

Let me see that.

Did you ask Stone about the murder?

Yeah. He said he didn't know.

I wanna talk to him.

- Will he be at that bar tonight? - Who knows?

If he is not at Bisteca, I have no idea of his whereabouts.

So? Was Stone there?

- No, he went to Nirvana. - Where is that?

In some back alley, downtown.

- The show's out there. - I'm looking for Stone.

What do you want?

We need to talk to him.

I know who you are. Where have you been?

You must've mistaken me for someone else.

Come on! You were looking for a bitch called...

Silvia, right?

Listen up.

- Where's Stone? - I have no idea.

How about a dancer called Miguel, "the Indian"? Where's he?

I know what you want! Wanna have some fun, don't you?

Don't know him either. Don't I do the trick for you guys?

Ask them to call me if you see them.

Can I call you, too?

Who are they?

- Cops for sure. - Shit!

Introducing a very sordid couple: Gorgeous Cida and the Chilean stud!

Gorgeous Cida and the Chilean stud!

- Sorry, there's been a replacement. - Cover the exit!

MITHOLOGY

I see you've met Silvia.

Sorry, I shouldn't have touched your things.

Things didn't work between us.

I thought the problem would be temporary.

Instead of talking to her, I became more and more distant.

One day she just disappeared.

Drugs have anything to do with it?

I don't know if they were cause or consequence.

Maybe both.

At least they kept me awake for nights in a row.

Useless attempts.

Nightclubs...

cemeteries, hospitals.

I seeked everywhere.

Then I finally saw the ad.

Dora Lobo's.

She thought it'd be easy, but it wasn't.

For several months I went to the agency for information. Every day.

To get rid of the client, she offered me a job.

Did you find her?

Let's change the subject.

- Fatima. - Bellini, won't you let me in?

I've come to settle what you owe me.

I see, I'm sorry.

Don't feel sorry, I'm leaving.

Beatriz, it's not what you think.

I'm not thinking anything. You don't owe me any explanation.

- My fianc�'s waiting for me. - Poor fella.

Not even married and he's being cheated on!

- Listen, you bitch... - Take it easy, Beatriz.

You know what? Hope you have fun.

Never mind.

I'm not jealous.

You should've called me before.

I'm sure you've got the best choice.

Do you know a guy called Miguel, "the Indian"?

He performs sex shows.

I've heard of him.

Do you know where he can be?

And Stone?

- What about him? - Do you know him?

Everybody does. He's everywhere, supplying his clients.

What else do you know?

He's involved with drugs and male prostitution.

She used to perform electrifying shows with Miguel, "the Indian".

A strong Chilean guy...

bisexual, are you interested?

He was serious.

Where can I find him?

Maybe in this gay party I heard of. Wanna go?

I owe you nothing. Get off.

I just want a quick one myself.

I wanna have some fun, too.

So? How many grams?

I think I'll take two.

I will have one right now.

Set the table.

Dinner is served.

Stone, tell me something before I snort this and go sky high.

What was the deal between the Chilean and that doctor?

Don't mix the merchandise.

That information's way too expensive. You're not in that league.

I came here for fun, not for business.

Son of a bitch! Nobody'll give a damn if I blow your brains right here.

- Why did you kill the doctor? - I told you, it wasn't me.

Who was it, then?

It must've been his loverboy.

His what?

The doctor was queer.

He was always cruising, looking for a big dick.

Who was his lover?

That old fag was all kissy-huggy with the Chilean guy.

"The Indian"?

Of course, dammit!

- Where's he now? - I don't know!

Ask those fucking ass peddlers!

That table over there, but be careful.

Thank you.

Sorry for the delay, my dear.

Are you sure no one saw you coming in here?

Sofia, you're too concerned.

Of course not.

I'm sure they see me as the major suspect.

But it doesn't matter, we've got to carry on with our plan.

Hi, what's up!

With this honey here, it will cost you more.

Get in the car so we can talk.

- We wanna ask you some questions. - Dammit!

I knew it!

Look, no one here knows much about that guy, Miguel.

- So you know he's wanted. - This place's swarming with cops!

- Who are you, after all? - Private detectives.

Oh, my!

What do you know about "the Indian"?

He's a wild beast!

One day, just for the kick, we called him "Argentinian".

He started punching everyone, beating his own chest and saying:

"I'm Chilean! I'm Chilean!"

What about the doctor?

I know the same as you do.

He fell in love with him and came off badly.

Do you have any idea where the "Chilean stud" might be?

He's disappeared.

What sort of places does he go to if not here?

He had an urge to prove he was "macho".

He loved to hang around pretty women.

- Usually girls from the Cocktail. - Do you remember their names?

Camila?

Din�ia?

Fatima.

It might be.

I bet she's involved wlth "the Indian".

- We need to find Fatima. - OK, but you walt in the car.

- I'm looking for Fatima. - She's left. Come back tomorrow.

I need to see her tonight, where does she live?

That information's priceless. She left with someone, anyway.

What was he like?

That costs a lot more.

Dark, tall, Indian type.

- So this is where she lives? - That's what the barman said.

It seems she won't be back any time soon.

She makes you horny, doesn't she?

Is it because she's a whore or an illusion?

- What are you talking about? - Women are just an illusion, Bellini.

Caled said so and you wrote it down in your report.

I was thinking about what that bitch from Nirvana said.

And Silvia?

Was she a whore or an illusion to you?

Listen up.

You'd better live your illusions to the full before they vanish.

That's so savage! A promising night!

- Where were you tonight? - You're hurting me!

- You think I like it? - Who were with you?

A client.

Why? Wanna be my pimp?

Who was this client?

It's none of your business. But I brought you an information.

Won't you invite me in?

You picked a bad day.

- That girl is not for you. - What do you have for me?

- You'll have to search me. - Give me a break!

Come on.

Come on...

Not there...

Like this.

"Tomorrow at Trianon Park, next to the drinking fountain, 11:45 p. m. "

What's this?

- You'll have to see it for yourself. - Listen up.

What's the catch?

This message is from Juan. I was with him tonight.

- Who's Juan? - A friend who can help you.

Leave the police out, go alone!

Any other demand?

If you call the cops, we'll be fucked!

Don't screw up! I trust you.

There's something I want you to listen to.

I'm sure they see me as the major suspect.

But It doesn't matter, we've got to carry on wlth our plan.

Sofia, Samuel was never in love with my daughter.

It always seemed to me that he didn't like the idea of marrying her.

Never mind that.

My parents first met each other the very night they got engaged.

All through their marriage they were respectful to one another.

Let me tell you something.

The other day my daughter...

saw Samuel getting into some woman's car who apparently...

...doesn't belong to our community. - My Samuel?

He'd never do that. He's engaged to your daughter since he was born.

But is this the right time?

Sure!

Samuel needs to marry a girl from our community for his own good.

Besides, that was my beloved husband's wish.

All right. I'll talk to my daughter.

I'm certain they'll learn to love each other.

What a family!

No news since yesterday?

I need to inform the Rafidjians...

of the patriarch's sexual adventures.

You two go and get information about Ana Cintia and "the Indian".

Dora.

The company car's gone for good.

Broke down again?

- Yes, it did. - Why don't you use yours?

Why didn't you tell her about last night?

I know Lobo, she'd call the cops and the meeting'd go down the drain.

There's something fishy.

Let me see that note.

- Who wrote this note? - Juan.

- Who's Juan? - Fatima's friend.

This is woman's handwriting. Fatima must be involved.

We'll have to take the risk.

Are you coming with me?

Is Juan there?

TRIANON PARK

- I've got no gun, man. - Drop the knife!

- I told you to come alone! - Shut up! Drop it now!

- Son of a bitch! Who's she? - We work together.

- Help me. All the cops want my ass! - Why should I help you?

Because Fatima said I could trust you.

- And I didn't kill the old man! - Let him go!

- You deny you were seeing him? - No, that's true.

Then he started with that love talk, but I'm "macho"! "Macho"!

- Then my girlfriend got pregnant. - Ana Cintia?

No, I made that name up to get rid of him.

Told him she was leaving and I wanted to marry her!

- Who was your girlfriend, anyway? - Din�ia.

- Did she know about the doctor? - Yes, that's why she left me.

- Put the gun down or I'll kill him! - Put it down, Beatriz!

- What happened, then? - I was broke!

So I decided to get some easy money from him.

Blackmail?

I asked for US$10O,OOO so I wouldn't tell everybody he was a faggot.

- Did he agree? - Sure!

He was in love, would do anything to see me again.

- We arranged to meet the next day. - What happened?

When I got there I found his body covered in blood.

- What about the money? - Someone took it! Fuck!

The safe was empty, there was nothing inside. They set me up!

- Din�ia knew of the blackmail? - Yes...

but she wouldn't double-cross me. She wasn't interested in his money.

Bellini, you can't believe him!

- Put the gun down or I'll kill him! - Put it down, he's gonna kill me!

Put it down!

- What have you done? - Nothing!

Police! Freeze!

- They work for me! Boris... - Stop it! Stop it!

They're ours.

I had to kill him, Boris.

- What are you doing here? - That's my question.

You're paid to keep me informed, not to act behind my back.

Behind your back? I tried to get a clue to catch the real murderer.

Come on, if weren't for Beatriz you'd be dead by now!

No, if weren't for her we'd still have our best witness.

Witness? You can't have bought that!

The guy told him some tales and Bellini bought them all.

Why would he do that? He could've killed me with the car last night.

- For God's sake, don't be so naive! - Stop it! That's not the point!

Lobo! Come take a look at this.

I want a detailed report from the two of you by tomorrow morning.

- Wait! You owe me an explanation. - I owe you nothing.

You double-crossed me! I promised there'd be no cops.

If I can't trust my partner, who else can I trust?

Try Fatima for a change.

Are you sure you told me everything?

Of course! Have you tried to reach "the Indian's" girlfriend?

Din�ia?

- She simply vanished. - We need to find her.

Bellini, I'm fed up with you.

You're here to answer questions, not to ask them.

Mrs. Glaucia's here.

Mrs. Glaucia...

we were informed that this man...

is involved with the crime.

Can you try to remember if you ever saw him?

Oh, God!

So you've seen him.

Yes.

Could you tell us exactly when you saw him?

I was going back to the clinic after lunch...

when he walked by me.

I had the feeling I'd seen him.

- Now I remember. - So you had met him before.

He had been to the clinic once. I thought it was weird.

- He was kind of ill-favored. - Did the doctor ever talk about him?

He said he was a Chilean researcher.

There must've been him!

- How about the US$10O,OOO? - What?

We were told that the day of the murder...

he went there for the money promising to keep silent about the researches...

you just mentioned.

Look, I know nothing about this.

Mrs. Glaucia...

did you know your boss hired our private eye agency services...

...a few days before the murder? - What?!

He'd never tell me such things.

- Why? What's going on? - An investigation!

And I'm in charge of it! You!

Get out of here before I lose my temper!

Clovis! Take Bellini out!

Fuck! The safe was empty, there was nothing inside. They set me up!

- Paula? - Aunt?

Thank God I found you. Look, they're pushing me too much!

- What do you mean? - I don't know how to lie.

- Take It easy! - The police won't leave me alone.

I don't know what else to do! They'll make me tell the truth.

- Calm down. - I need to get away from here.

- And you got to help me! - And the missing money?

- What money? - Forget It.

- I'll give you the tickets tomorrow. - All right, darling.

- I'll see you tomorrow at 10 p. m. - At the boilers.

Okay.

I'll call you later.

In spite of Dr. Rafidjian's discretion...

...Mrs. Glaucia knew he came here. - She followed him all the time.

The Rafidjian's mansion...

"To my dear aunt".

She must be Mrs. Glaucia's sister and the girl...

Paula.

- And the boy? - Samuel.

- What's your point? - The family.

That's absurd!

- Why would they... - I'd like to talk to them.

Take it easy, guys! Let's work as a team.

Excuse me.

I don't see how this can help you.

My experience says the truth's found in the details.

This picture was taken here, a long time ago. Around 15 years ago.

This is Samuel and she was...

she was his babysitter, Mrs. Glaucia's sister.

And the girl? Who's she?

- Her name was Paula. - Was?

I don't get your point. I haven't seen them for so long.

We have strong reasons to believe that Paula...

is involved in the murder.

Please, don't keep any secrets.

The truth is about to come up.

Sooner or later.

Paula was daughter of Mrs. Glaucia's sister.

She was a good girl, we liked her.

Specially Samuel. They were always together...

even though Rafidjian didn't like it at all.

You know, we avoid mixtures in our family.

It was an innocent friendship, but then one day...

my husband realized that the girI's father was his own brother.

I tried to calm him down, but he had no mercy. He told them to leave.

And then?

They disappeared.

I think they went to Mato Grosso.

Years later we were told that Mrs. Glaucia's sister had died.

And the girl?

We never heard of her.

Lobo, I'm gonna meet Mrs. Glaucia.

Sorry for not telling you but I don't want the police spoiling It again.

In case I don't see you again, this is my last report.

In retaliation for ruining her life...

Paula planned a revenge against the doctor using the Indian's blackmail.

Using her aunt to find out the doctor's secrets...

Paula and the sphinx neckless' owner killed him and blamed"the Indian".

But they were careless.

Mrs. Glaucia took the money. A fatal mistake.

Search his car! Take him over there.

- What's going on, Boris? - Bellini's got himself in trouble.

- Accusing my assistant? You're nuts? - OK, let's see the facts.

The security guard called us after he heard shots.

When we arrived, the secretary was dead and Bellini was running away.

- For what reason would he do that? - Lf you let me do my job...

I'll find the reason.

It's obvious they want to incriminate Bellini.

Let's examine the whole thing.

- What about Fatima? - She must know who Paula is.

- So you two were arguing... - I didn't even talk to her.

- You said you were following her. - No, yesterday I went to the clinic...

- You trespassed? You're in trouble! - She put the money back in the safe.

- Think I'm stupid? It was empty! - You didn't understand...

You do not understand who you're talking to! You're pissing me off!

I found this in his car! He's gotta say where's the rest of the money!

- Arrest him! - Drop your gun! Drop your gun now!

- Do as he says! - Get in the car!

- Get in the hole! - Do as he says! Go inside!

- Tell them to go! - Go! Go!

Get down and stay there!

Din�ia...

Hello?

- Bellini? - Fatima?

I need to see you. Din�ia came by looking for me.

She got pregnant, but found out about "the Indian"and the doctor.

That's why she left.

She felt depressed and had a miscarriage.

She met a socialworker and told hereverything.

- Told her what? - About the blackmail, dammit!

One day before the murder, "the Indian"told Din�ia everything.

- Where are you? - I'm at work.

Meet me in my place in one hour.

All right.

This is "Garra 20".

Suspect escaped using exlt behind the building. Rogerthat?

Roger. Alert all stations. Murder suspect at large.

- Lobo? - Got any news?

- Sofia's leaving. - Good.

I'll be right there to see the governess.

She must know about Paula.

Do you want me to follow Sofia?

No, stay there and let me know if someone returns.

- Excuse me. - Yes?

- I'd like to see priest Rafidjian. - Follow me, please.

- Yes? - Dora Lobo, private investigation.

- Mrs. Sofia is not at home. - Ism�lia?

- Yes? - Can I talk to you?

Yes?

There's someone here to talk to you.

- What is it about? - He says he wants to convert.

Let him come in.

Samuel...

...searched for Paula many times. - Did his parents know about it?

No. Not at all.

Her name's forbidden in this house.

So you're considering conversion. Look...

from our point of view, if you're Christian, you don't need to do so.

Well, I'm here for another reason.

I'm not sure if Paula's his new girlfriend.

SamueI's very reserved.

- And after he and his father... - What happened?

When he realized his son was dating a girl out of the community...

you know, something like that is forbidden in this family!

- I know. - So...

the doctor had promised his son would marry Mr. Bogossian's daughter.

But Samuel said he loved a"Brazilian girl", as they call them here.

I had never seen Dr. Rafidjian so upset.

I thought he was going to strangle his own son!

Please...

don't remind me of that, it's too painful.

I need your help.

This is part of a past that's been burried. Forever.

Do you know what I mean?

She thought you could do her a favor.

And he obeyed his father even though he loved her so?

Poor boy, he was miserable for months in a row. He hardly ate.

But he couldn't stand it for long.

You mean she never looked for you?

Never... neither did I.

But Paula's mother kept in touch, without her knowledge.

She sent letters...

many pictures of Paula...

Her fifteenth birthday.

That's when she was sixteen.

Seventeen.

Twenty.

During all this time she never heard from her father.

After her mom died, I didn't receive any more letters.

And my pain slowly faded away.

May I?

You said my daughter wanted me to do something for her. What is it?

Pray for her.

I noticed he was happier, more talkative.

So I asked him if he'd seen her again.

He trusts me.

He smiled and showed me the necklace he was wearing.

Necklace?

Yes, a necklace his girlfriend had given him.

Are they still dating?

- I don't think so. - Why not?

I haven't seen him wearing that necklace.

Not since days before his father died.

By any chance, is this the necklace?

- Hello? - Bellini?

- Go ahead, Lobo. - Meet me at the Rafidjian's mansion.

The case is over.

The guy's still missing and nobody has any clues, dammit!

- Hello? - Boris, this is Bellini.

Meet me at the Rafidjian's mansion.

We need reinforcement, let's go.

Samuel, drop that...

Samuel...

...it's over. - No!

Put your gun down!

Now give it to me.

- Nice necklace. - Shut up!

What's your problem?

He never understood what this meant to me. I tried to explain.

But he never listened to me!

I told you I don't want to talk about it!

Listen to me!

- I know you have a lover. - Shut your mouth!

I was suspicious... he had a secret.

Your father had someone, why wouldn't you have the girl you loved?

Someone?

What's all this money for?

What are you doing here?

- I know you have a loverboy. - What?

She planned everything, didn't she?

No? Let's see.

Paula used her own aunt to follow your father.

She found out he'd been to a private eye agency.

She couldn't miss that chance.

A disguise. She came first and fast to avoid suspicions.

She even asked you to follow me, but that didn't work.

To discover your dad's secrets...

she had to stick to the investigation.

Blackmailing turned into murder. Premeditated!

Then you just needed to kill the right people, eliminate all clues...

and get a new suspect, right?

You're brilliant, detective. You're gonna go far.

I'm lucky not to have a strong opponent like you.

You know damn well how to manipulate people.

- Some are easier than others. - Shut up, both of you!

Don't you think you went too far with this "perfect revenge"?

What's next? Leave three corpses behind and call the cops?

Leave the creative job to me. I'm good at that.

- The case is over, detective. - There's something else.

Did you sleep with him?

Didn't you tell him? I thought it was part of the plan.

Shoot, dammit!

Am I part of your revenge?

I thought it'd work between us.

We both know what it feels like to be rejected.

And what it feels like to live with this pain.

We're survivors, Bellini.

It was nice meeting you, detective.

- Bellini... - Call an ambulance!

How are you feeling?

Great.

They found Juan. You won't believe it.

I do.

He's only six years old...

his father was "the Indian". His mother, one of the Cocktail dancers.

Apparently your friend Fatima used to take care of him, now and then.

There's no doubt left.

Considering all the evidences, Samuel committed all the murders.

Where's she?

She simply vanished...

no clues, nothing.

You still owe me one.

You picked a great day.