All language subtitles for Gamebros.S01E01_English

EVERYTHING YOU ARE ABOUT TO SEE
ACTUALLY HAPPENED.

ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING.

A MEDIALAND SERIES

I've never believed
in good and bad guy tales.

I've always believed only in the bad guy.

Evil has always been more attractive.

Human beings are not worse

because they were clever
and came up with two restrictions:

The law and God.

Some say God forgives.

Light some candles, say some prayers,
confess your sins

and they will be gone.

Vanished.

For the Law, on the other hand,
there's no way around it.

If it catches you, my friend,
there's nowhere you can run to.

Your record will be stained.

It’s not a matter of "arrested if you do,
damned if you don't."

Humans, this said rational animal,
improved and upgraded their cruelty.

Not really.

If anything changed, it's their skills.
The way they hide their filth.

They can be men, women, gays, lesbians,
trans, bisexual, white, black

blonde, brunette, poor rich, fat, fit.

Pick a minority and go to your dark side,

where we keep everything
that gives us pleasure

and everything neither God
or the law would be able to forget.

Everyone has deadly secrets.

The kind that would get
even monsters scared.

The difference is that before,
everyone hid skeletons in the closet.

Now, the closet is the Cloud,
that stores everything forever.

It's digital, HD,
protected by login and password.

That's right.

Internet is not good
only for online banking.

The Internet is a mirror
that reflects what people have become.

It has a lot of good things.
But it has a lot of bad things too.

This man in his cheap
tile company manager uniform.

What could he be looking for?

A teddy bear for his child?

FUFI TEDDY BEAR

It's not a teddy bear
this manager wants to buy.

Or rather, has already bought.

This sucker is a user
of what we call "Internet hell."

An area so deep that is called Deep Web.

On the Deep Web,
evil is unceremoniously personified.

Do you want drugs? You find it there.

Do you want to hack your boyfriend's page?
That's easy.

You only have to hire an expert
and there are many available.

Do you want to download books,
movies and series and not pay for it?

Easy peasy.

You just need to have enough space
in the cloud to store them.

Do you want to kill someone?

Do you want to steal your boss?

Hurt you neighbor's dog?
Kick the school bully's ass?

Break that coworker's leg?

See someone being beat up?

Someone being violated to death?

That's fine, pal. That's fine.

You just have to find
the right site and hire them.

You can even choose the victim.

You'll get your material in all secrecy.

You can even pay in installments.

It's practical, convenient and quick.

And check this out:
Deep web ensures almost total anonymity.

Nobody will ever know what you do.

No one will know what you really are.

But never forget:

Smile. You're being filmed.

Once upon a time,
there was a kid called Heitor.

Heitor was one of those kids
who knew everything about computers.

He used to be called a freak,
a nerd, a weirdo.

Now they call him geek or hacker.

Hold on.

Do you think that's Heitor?

He's a hacker, but he can get laid.

Your snack.

That's me.

Damn it, Edu!

Ham?

I ordered without it.

Eduardo, my assistant.

Doesn't know half of what I know.
Even so, he's really fucking good.

No. Roberto? Not yet. He's late.

Glauber, one of the most annoying agents.

What? Haven't you noticed I'm a cop?

I work at CHPP.

Homicide and People Protection Center.

Everyone's a cop here.

Little money, but a lot of power.

In the end, what is better?

Money or power?

I am talking to you.

Shoot, Chief Glauber.

Glauber watches soap operas,
roots for a losing team

and has never been to Law school.
That's to say, he'll never be a chief.

Come. Chief Patricia summoned us.

I don't get why she called you, though.
You never do anything.

He's jealous.

Heitor. Do I have to come?

Sure, who else will take notes?

Let's go, boy.

Chief, they're coming right up.

Do you want me to stay and take notes?

-Good idea.
-Alright.

Chief Patricia from Homicide.
If she likes you, you're good,

but if she doesn't...

Good morning.

Were you talking about me, Glauber?

Sorry I'm late.

This is Chief Roberto. A real Chief.

Basically a James Dean at CHPP.

Patricia, what pictures are those?

What's going on?

Roberto, if you had come on time

everyone would know by now
because the meeting would have begun.

Let's start.

Today, I want to discuss
three cases with you

and I'll start with Marcos Ferracioli.

Marcos Ferracioli or "Ferratiole",
you choose the accent.

32 years old, incomplete education,
single and dreamt of going to Miami,

but his dream ended
in a corner near his work.

Poor guy was literally
face to face with death.

It's under investigation.

Yeah, exactly. I also don't understand.

We're investigating this by the book.
Just the way you like, by the way.

We've requested the footage
and we'll have it by the end of the week.

That's the thing. We're lucky

the media didn't take interest in it,
otherwise, they'd have the footage by now.

It's shocking how journalists
are faster than cops.

-I should've studied journalism...
-Fine. Is that why you summoned us here?

-And those numbers, Patricia? What's up?
-Check it out.

Marcos Ferracioli was
a manager in a store in Brás.

Such an ordinary person, an ordinary job.

This whole thing is too ordinary

for such a brutal death.
It doesn't add up.

Alright, I got it.

But up to now, Chief Patricia,

this case is being investigated
as an armed robbery.

Why? Because someone stole his phone.

It was one of those expensive ones.

Has forensics sent the analysis yet?

You two from Intelligence only answer.
You don't ask.

Who invited you anyway?

Glauber...

look.

I still don't have
to justify myself to you.

Great question, Eduardo.

I've talked to the Technical Unit

and they still don't have the analysis.

But they told me
that apparently Marcos knew his killer.

Passenger door open, no signs of struggle
and only a cellphone stolen.

It was all poorly staged.

What about his wallet on the side console,

with money sticking out?

Are thieves leaving a tip now?

Do you remember
Dionísio Alves Pinto's case?

Yes. That's that college boy from Mooca.

Right. It's been almost one year
and we haven't found the killer yet.

Dionísio Alves Pinto, 21 years old.

Business student in an ordinary college.
Looked like a regular guy.

He had a girl, drank beer and went
to the beach to smoke weed with friends.

And he wrote "I is."

He died like any other Dionísio:

Got too drunk, got too vulnerable,
got too stabbed.

Yesterday, we found a third body.

A white woman, maybe 48,

no confirmed identity.

Causa mortis:

Drowned in her own blood originated
from a deep injure on her head.

Poor thing fell and drowned in blood.

Would she have survived
if she hadn't fallen on her face?

Only God knows.

Even if she hadn't drowned on her blood
she wouldn't have survived.

I know it, Patricia.
I'm the one investigating it.

This body hasn't been identified yet.

Her name...

is...

Yolanda da Cruz Santos...

and she was 48 years old.

Now, the most interesting thing is...

that there was a connection
among these three.

See this?

They were connected to this store in Brás.

But aren't serial killers American?

So you're implying
those deaths are connected?

I'm not implying anything. I'm stating.

Why does Brazil have few serial killers?

How didn't we see this?

Because in Brazil deaths
are investigated separately.

Because they we were investigating
the deaths separately.

See?

Wait a second! I'm the one who said that!

Wait, do we have a serial killer
on the loose?

That there's a serial killer
on the loose is obvious.

The thing is that this is not
a classic serial killer case.

There's no standard victim profile.

No distinctive body type, gender,
nothing to connect these people.

It makes me think
the killer had a more rational reason.

What could they've done to the killer?

Please, let us work.

-His question is correct.
-I know it is.

-So why didn't you ask it before?
-I was about to.

Why didn't you ask it days ago?

After all, you are investigating
these three cases.

Wait a second, Patricia.

I'm sorry, but we couldn't have seen it.

You said it yourself
they are totally different.

There's no serial killer signature

or any features that could lead us
to a connection.

How could we've figured out
there's a serial killer?

Yeah, darling.

Here's the thing.
It's only a matter of investigating.

Do you know why?
Considering I'm in charge of this Unit,

I'm responsible for the unsolved deaths.
So I investigated them.

It went like this.
Allow me to explain these numbers.

Because there's a victim order.

Dionísio Alves Pinto.

A college boy.

But what no one knows

is that he had been to this store in Brás

one week before his death

to apply for a position as a salesman.

Then, we have our second victim:

Marcos Ferracioli.

As we know, he was the manager there.

Then, there was an opening.

Did Yolanda want it?

No, but Yolanda was taking
her husband's documents

for an application for that opening.

Neither she nor the documents arrived.

Basically, everything involves the store.

Alright.

What do you want us to do?

Well, I've done most of the investigation.

Now, it's your turn to get into the field.

Right?

You and Glauber need to go to the store

and investigate the place
under this new perspective.

That's the crime scene.

Ask the employees questions,
get clues on Marcos' death.

But keep a low profile.

What about Intelligence, chief?

Would you like us to get more information?

I think we have everything we need.

We never have everything.

Hi.

How are you?

You have a lot of work to do.

-Would you like some help?
-No, thank you. I'm fine.

-Would you like to add me in you network?
-No, thank you.

-Don't you have any network?
-No, I don't.

This color is very beautiful on you.

Heitor! I was here with Gilda,
waiting for you.

Gilda.

Let's go?

I'll have to go with him.

Heitor!

-Here are the clearances.
-Alright.

Will you tell me what you talked about
with Chief Patricia?

No, I won't. Let's go.

The Internet has a little
of everything? Yes.

But it doesn't have everything.

Can you see why a hacker chose
to work with the Police?

It beats working
with company security, right?

After all, here we put our hands
on everything.

Clearances?

Edu, hand them over.

They're three.

EVIDENCE ROOM

I don't like it in here.

I love it.

Damn, we have a problem here.

You'll have to go get the evidences
from Dionísio and Yolanda's cases.

-Aren't they here?
-No.

Will you come along? I hate it there.

Jesus, Eduardo. Just go.

Just go.

Do you believe in ghosts?

If you do, you need to know
the Homicide Evidence Room.

It's a cemetery of the last moments
of the victim's lives and deaths.

I'd say more deaths than lives.

What once was ordinary
is now a numbered evidence,

listed and organized in sealed bags.

It's all here.

Like Marco Ferracioli's objects.

I mean, not objects, evidences.

Like the evidences to his death.

The dry blood on his clothes,

the traces of a story ended abruptly
with no goodbyes.

Marcos Ferracioli.

A name into a number.

A death seeking for solution.

What wasn't returned to family is here.

Maybe forever.

Or not.

Evidences will always be evidences.

If you didn't find anything yet

maybe you didn't look hard enough,

even for the things
that are ready to be found.

What would Heitor like to find now?

I'd bet he wants a phone. Am I right?

Eeny, meeny, miny, Moe.

Catch a mouse by the toe.

You see why I like it here?
It has everything I need.

-Hi, Edu.
-They're all are.

Here's a gift for you.

Come on, help me out, Heitor. It's heavy!

Damn it.

I thought the meeting
would spoil my appetite,

but it didn't.

Let's get lunch?

-I'm hungry.
-Sure.

There's a great restaurant in República.

They're serving risotto today.

There's also a great chicken stroganoff.

And sometimes there's chocolate pie.

So, let's get going?

Sounds great, man.

Let's go?

You go, dude.

But, I'm inviting...

you.

If in normal days it's important
to choose the right company

in special days, there's nothing better
than the best partner: Yourself.

Now my work really starts.

Roberto, this way.

I don't get it.
Killing three people for a job?

-That's what motive is about.
-To be a store manager, Glauber!

-What would you do to get Patricia's job?
-No, no...

I wouldn't kill to be Chief of Homicide.
You?

Not to be Chief of Homicide Unit.

But to run the entire CHPP...

Perhaps...

to be a governor, something like that,

-I'd kill.
-See?

With the right amount, everyone's a whore.

-Glauber, is it there?
-Yes, it is.

Whoever killed those three must be
a cheap whore to get fucked for so little.

-Look at that shithole.
-Let's go.

Today's lesson: Chain of custody.

What is chain of custody? Easy.

Everything found
in a crime scene is evidence.

Even the crime scene itself.

Everything must be preserved,
stored and listed.

Whoever takes an evidence signs it out
and returns it the way it was.

If you take it outside the police station,
it loses its value.

You can go to jail for altering
the chain of custody for an evidence.

You can go to jail. Me?

Never.

We keep our secrets for so long,
and then everyone go through our things

without asking for permission.

Excuse me, Marcos Ferracioli.

If most valuables were returned
to the family,

what is here can help me find the killer.

The gym membership card,
a restaurant loyalty program card,

they all tell a story.

Everything was there when it happened.

Just ask the right question.

Do you think praying helps
to catch the killer?

Remember no one can open
these bags without authorization?

What about the chain of custody?

It doesn't apply if they disappear.

-Excuse me, Mr. Tadeu.
-Yes.

Two men want to speak to you.

Please, come! This is Mr. Tadeu.

Hi, Tadeu. I'm Chief Roberto.

I'm in Marco Ferracioli's case.
This is investigator Glauber.

-Hello? Have a seat.
-Thank you.

Thank you.

Can I get you anything?

-Coffee with little sugar, please.
-Alright! I'll make some right away.

No sugar for me, please.

-So you want to talk about Marcos?
-Yes.

It's sad the way he died, right?

But the boss is on a trip.

-Is that so?
-Yes.

It's just a routine visit.
We need to close the case.

It's been three months
and without any news

we'll close it as an unsolved case.

-I see.
-Did you know Marcos?

Yes, I did.

I didn't work with him because I was
at the stock when he was here.

So we barely saw each other.

Wait, you are the manager here now?

No, I'm just filling up for my boss.

So since then the store's been
without a manager?

Well, there were a few Mr. Osmar liked
but it never works out.

-Why not?
-Well, I don't really know.

-Excuse me.
-Sure.

Tadeu speaking.

Don't want to be caught? Don't exist.

That's how it works.

In real life, that's Heitor.

On the Deep Web, he's Gamebros.

People say he's an untraceable avatar.

Now you'll understand
why Heitor wanted that cell phone so much.

Just like me,

hackers like getting into the Deep Web
using another person's cell phone.

Especially a dead person.

How is there reception
on a dead man's phone?

People are too busy crying in the funeral

but later they discover
that dead men also have bills to pay.

Now I can use it as much as I like
to get information on Marcos Ferracioli.

Don't want people to see your things?

If you can't handle the heat,
get out of the kitchen.

Mr. Paulo I could move that up.
It was going to be here last night, but...

Yes, right.

It is up on the system.

You can come tomorrow.

Alright, I'll be waiting for you.

Alright. Thank you. Bye.

-I'm sorry about that.
-Wow!

From stock to manager.

You weren't a salesman
but now you're a great manager.

I wish the boss noticed it,
but it's temporary.

I worked the stock,
and now I'm a temp manager.

Maybe we can recommend you.

That would be nice.

So, when is your boss coming back?

Well, Mr. Osmar's been abroad
for more than one month now.

He trusted you with his store and left?

-That's right.
-Did he do that when Marcos was here?

No. Marcos had been here for a short while

so Mr. Osmar didn't trust him that much.

But he trusts you.

He does. I've been here for longer...

Even hell has a front door
and it's called Deep Web.

It can take you anywhere you want,

even into the social media
of the person you're hacking.

Did you know that social networks
aren't good only for sending messages

and badly written texts
for ex's and coworkers?

Social networks also help people
who want to kill you

know exactly what you do
and where you are.

Surely Marcos Ferracioli's
social networks have clues.

If he was the first one to die,

he was the first one
to contact the murderer.

No one ever dies in the online world.

Don't believe the "delete" key.

Do you really think no one will ever read
your naughty messages?

"I told you"?

Look! Do you see this?
Mr. Osmar in London.

No, take a look. It's in Miami.

This clock reminded me of London.

I saw Harry Potter.

-Anyways, it's far away too.
-It sure is.

Just a second.
I want to take a picture of this

because I need to show my wife

that it gets cold in Miami.

And I love rubbing it in her face
when I am right.

I'm sorry, Marcos Ferracioli,
but your case can wait.

After all, you are dead.

It's time for Gamebros to act.

It's time for the good guy
of the story, Heitor,

to try to impersonate the website XXX.

Can he pull that off?

Every great hacker, like Heitor and I,
likes trolling Deep Web noobs.

This Teddy Bear I fished from the Deep Web
seemed to be a silly Nemo,

but he turned out to be a shark.

Well, BTC stands for Bitcoin.

The beloved untraceable currency.

How much is a Bitcoin worth? A lot money.

So much money. And it gets more expensive.

This Eder, who likes to play bear

must be after some serious honey considering how much he will pay.

Son of a bitch.

Careful what you wish for, Eder.

They may become true.

Don't they say
the costumer is always right?

Did your wife get the pic?

I'd never marry someone dumb enough
to think it snows in Miami.

-But it snows in Miami.
-It snows my ass!

-Have you been there?
-Yes!

Damn it. Fucking alarm!

I've been to Miami.

I didn't go to Egypt,
but I know about the pyramids.

Right.

You can speak after the beep.

Damn. He doesn't answer.

Listen, is this guy's number correct?

We have it, he gave a testimony.

Alright, let's get going.
Tomorrow we get his address and go there.

-Will you take me back?
-Come on, Glauber! Find your way.

You'll make me take a cab? Give me a ride!

You don't have family waiting at home!

-What the hell?
-Get real, man.

Wait. Did you think Heitor produced
the snuff movies

that Teddy Bear loves to watch?

Don't hurt my feelings!

I see you're not paying attention.

If before Gamebros played the role of XXX,

now Heitor, will play the Bear.

Yeah, who told him to be the nice guy?

But it will be worth the effort,

to make him suffer
just like his victim's do.

Is there a better jail than sadness?

You may not believe it, but...

I am the good guy here.

CHIEF PATRICIA CALLING

Chief. Hi.

Yes. That's fine. I'm on it.

All right.

Alright, bye.

This will be one long night.

Let's get back to the three killed
in the Brás store.

Marcos got a message saying "I told you!"

What did they tell? And who are they?

Who is this Unknown User?

It can be a threat or a heads up.

It all relies on the intonation.

"I told you were going to die" or...

"I told you I would kill you."

If a person doesn't leave a signature,

it's because they don't want
to be recognized.

Is this person a friend or a foe?

People think they can do anything online.

Specially while using a fake profile.

Fake e-mail addresses,
fake profiles in social networks,

exaggerated pictures, staged selfies,

smiles that are way too white,
with too much filter.

Everyone is happy, problems-free.

And it's great for the ones
who want to learn about you.

That's right.

Let's take a look at individual
or group selfies

with the latest most beloved friends.

The more pictures you post, the better.

The more you say where you are,
the better.

The more you tag your location,
the better.

Why make the big bad wolf's job harder?
Right?

Nowadays, people like to show off
their perfect lives.

They leave a true Hansel and Gretel trail.

This trail doesn't have rocks or bread,
but places and tagged friends.

Like the middle class life
of Marcos Ferracioli.

Look at that!

Why are those photo bombers sad
while everybody is smiling?

Are they a couple?

Who are they?

Wow, this Tadeu and Francisca couple
are getting a lot of likes.

If every company security system were
like the one from that store in Brás...

everyone would become a hacker

and no one would need me
and Heitor anymore.

To determine the first time
the killer met the victim,

we just have to determine
who is the killer and who is the victim.

Heitor, you look like an intern
installing a printer.

It's no good if it's too easy.

Some on, Heitor! The date!

Have you forgotten that everything
has a day and hour tag?

It wasn't a heads up, it was a goodbye.

It's time for me, you and Heitor
to connect the dots.

First thing: Who is this Unknown User?

The owner of the store in Brás?
Impossible!

Will Osmar be the fourth victim?

Good night.

Better yet, good morning.

-What the hell is this?
-What?

Did I see you trying to return evidence?

-Return it?
-You were returning it from your bag.

I was taking the wallet not putting it in.
Are you nuts?

-Let me see.
-Are you senile yet?

-Did you violate this?
-You should see a doctor, Glauber.

To have your brain and eyes checked.

Don't mess with me. Or else...

Is that right?

You think I'd take evidence?
Are you crazy?

I am sure of what I saw.

Will you two kiss?

I won't interrupt it.

What do you want, anyways?

Eduardo, I need a witness' address.

Can I, Heitor?

So, Patricia.

It's just us now.

Won't you tell me
how you connected these deaths?

Investigating, Roberto.
Doing my job, how else?

-I don't see your point.
-Come on. I know you.

You want the glory all for yourself.

That's ridiculous.
Why would I lie to you anyways?

-I got nothing to hide. We are a team.
-Excuse me, chief.

-I got the address.
-Great, let's go down there.

Hold your horses.

Take it slow. You don't have a warrant,
so I can't take any mistakes.

-Take it easy and pay attention.
-Of course.

Have I ever brought you problems?

I know you, Roberto.

Chief Patricia, may I?

Of course.

I call you later.

Hi, Glauber. Good morning.

Are you getting your eyes checked?

Go fuck yourself.

What happened between you?

He saw me returning
Marcos Ferracioli's wallet.

I can't believe it.

Neither can he.

But I managed to rearrange what he saw
and now he is confused.

Was it worth it? Did you find anything?

If I found anything?

See for yourself.

Glauber, I'll ask you this
because I have to.

Don't get all worked up.
Could you be wrong?

-Man, I know what I saw!
-But it doesn't add up!

Why would he take Marcos' wallet?

Roberto, I expected it
from anyone but you.

Why return it then?

Great question, chief Roberto.

Hey, you. Do you really think
you saw everything?

You just see what I want you to see.

Heitor! Heitor!

Stay.

Shoot, chief.

-Did you think about what I told you?
-I did.

There's only one way to get this info.

-And what is it?
-I need access to the victims' evidences.

That's fine.

But I need to open them, go through them,
put my hands on them.

You can't do that.

What if I told you
I can open them and not be caught?

Can you give me what I want?

I can get you even more.

So...

If you can handle it
without anyone knowing,

not even me, you can.

Fine.

It's a deal.

I'll make a call
and get you the clearances.

Eduardo will have them right away.

Hello? This is chief Patricia...

The worst part is the way he looked at me.

Coldly telling me what I saw was wrong.

-Let it go, Glauber.
-Let it go my ass! He's a cunt!

But was it sealed?

Yes, it was closed.

So he didn't do it!

Why would a person open
an evidence and not use it?

-Why?
-I don't know.

Opening and closing an evidence bag
is an art people can't learn.

It's like it's never been opened.

Are you following?

Why would a person get an evidence
and not open it?

I don't know. Believe whatever you want.

Alright, man. I'm on your side.

I tell you what,
let's investigate our case.

We'll deal with it later.

Let's see if we can get something
from Osmar's house, alright?

-Fine, chief Roberto.
-Deal.

Chief, will you tell Roberto?

Women.

It's easier to hack into a bank
than to understand what they're thinking

Roberto, there's a way in.

Are you nuts?
There must be cameras and alarms.

We'll have to find out, man. That's all.

Hypocrisy.

One of the greatest evils.

Glauber got shocked
when Heitor got Marcos' wallet.

But breaking in without a warrant
is even worse.

He can, I can't. That's fine.

Let's keep an eye on it.

Go, go.

What is this?

There's no one.

This door is open, Glauber.

That's odd.

-Let's get inside.
-Let's go.

-What is this smell?
-Damn.

-Where's the light switch?
-Over there.

Fuck, Roberto!

What the fuck is this, man?

Fuck!

Fucking shit!

Hello, Roberto.

What?

Slow down, Roberto!
I can't understand a word!

It's a slaughter, chief. A slaughter!

The whole family is dead.

I can't believe my eyes.
What is this turning into?

I don't know that.
Only a psychiatrist can say.

Personally, I think Tadeu did it.

No! Don't even think of calling anyone.

You got in there without a warrant.

How can we justify
that you found a crime this big?

They will think it was you!

Don't call anyone. Take it easy.

Let's do it orderly, alright?

Leave and don't leave clues
you were there.

Alright, I agree.

But do it the right way, not your way.

Convince Tadeu to go
to the station with you

or you go there yourself
and write a report

and we can arrange with a judge
to call him on to testify, alright?

Alright.

Fine.

Of course you are, Roberto.
You're very convincing.

Alright, bye.

He's almost there.

How will we leave?

Glauber, Patricia is right.

We can't call forensics,
because they'll pin it on us.

How could we have discovered this place?

They'll say we killed them.

-Let's go.
-You are right.

People will find their bodies.

-Let's go.
-Fine.

Go.

Sit here and I'll sit there.

Tadeu!

How is your coffee? Is it good?

I'll let you pick:
You can come to the station and talk

or we can talk somewhere people
will never find you.

-So, what's it?
-Chief Roberto, I know nothing!

You know, you sure do.

Sure.

I have an amazing team.

Chief, Roberto is here.

-I'll watch the interview.
-Patricia...

Alright, fine. Bye.

So?

I brought Tadeu in. He'll testify.
The scribe is in my room.

-What's this picture?
-It'll be nice to have his testimony too.

What do you mean by "too"?

I was looking forward to tell you.
I know the person, the woman, who did it.

What is going on here? Tell me.

I went to the store
to investigate a little bit.

To see if I had any insights on the case.

I don't have anything to do with that!

I just went there to drop the files.
Mr. Osmar likes me very much.

-I don't...
-There was a camera in the room, Chica.

-It's Chica, right?
-Yes.

But I'll call you Francisca anyway.
Francisca? Francisca Maria.

-Yes, ma'am.
-You have two options now:

You can come with me,

or I'll have you know you're surrounded.

By many heavily armed police officers.

Francisca, it's better for you
to come with me.

Otherwise, I'll call the press.

Your mother is sick, isn't she?

My God, Sir. I have nothing to do with it!

Can you picture a sick mother seeing
her twisted daughter in jail

for being a psychopath killer on TV?

-That's just sad.
-I didn't do it!

Calm down and come with us
because we have officers up there,

over there too.

You see that car?
They're also officers. Shall we?

There, I met this woman.

She got my curiosity.

Have you met Chica?

Please, come!

I worked at the stock...

I quickly knew she was hiding something.

Chief, the scribe is here.

Please, come in.

I am heading to the Intelligence.
If you need me, phone me.

Alright.

Chief, I need a computer to take notes.

-You can use mine. It's online.
-Yes.

Chief, where's my bag?

I have to get going. I didn't do anything.

Don't worry. Where you're going,
you won't need it.

-Look.
-I didn't...

Look, let's make a deal.

When I speak, you listen.
Just answer my questions.

Yes, ma'am.

Which of these you liked best?

I prefer this one.

No, no, no...

So everything started with Dionísio.

After all, Tadeu...

Tadeu is great, isn't he? A fine man.

No, no...

Always at the stock...

but never promoted.

When he finally has the opportunity
to be a salesman

what did Mr. Osmar do?

Hired another person.

Dionísio.

Never got to be...

a salesman, because...

someone...

took care of him.

-No, I didn't do it!
-Listen! What did I say?

When I speak, you listen.

Yes, ma'am.

So, Tadeu finally is recognized
and gets promoted.

But if he could go one step further...

and he is so great...

-What if...
-I told you.

What did I say? When I speak, you listen!

Yes, ma'am.

What if he could become a manager?

After all, Marcos...

had been there for a long time...

and wasn't going anywhere.

So, look...

look...

what you did to him.

No, no!

-That's impressive. Very good.
-I didn't do anything!

Very good.

American thriller producers
would envy you!

But there's something that doesn't fit.

Because Mr. Osmar...

never really recognized
Tadeu's skills, right?

He can't see it!

Right?

It's just...

Just listen.

An then Mr. Osmar gets
another person to work there.

Then, what does he do?

He tells the wife
to send the documents, because

she was a housekeeper
and wasn't doing anything.

She could take the papers.

And you...

What did you do?

This.

You are even wearing a flowered top,
just like she was!

It's the same!

It's impressive, you have the same taste.

-I don't have anything to do with it.
-Yeah? So tell me...

What gives you more pleasure?

Killing a man or a woman?

Everything is in the open.

You did a fine job, Chica.

I got...

confused with all this.

And you know what?

What if Mr. Osmar...

What if Mr. Osmar
was left out of the loop?

It's just... I already told you...

Wait. I am speaking now.

You know Mr. Osmar disappeared, right?

Some say he went to Miami and guess what?

It doesn't snow there.
It doesn't snow in Miami.

What if Mr. Osmar
was left out of the loop?

Would Tadeu become the owner of the store?

It makes me think that...

Tadeu is your accomplice.

-No.
-He's your partner.

No! Mr. Tadeu didn't do anything.

-No?
-Don't mess with him.

And why shouldn't I?

-He never noticed me.
-Who didn't?

Never noticed me.

-Who? Tadeu?
-That shit Osmar and Marcos.

And everyone else in that shit store!

I even posted on that book thing.

No one gave a single like.
Mr. Osmar never saw it.

I'd been there for six years
and no one ever saw me.

No one even knew I was there.

Because I was only good
to cut fabric and serve coffee.

One day, I locked myself
in a room by accident

and I spent the day there. The whole day.

Nobody cared.

Nobody even noticed I was gone.

Marcos became the manager
and he called me "lady."

"Come here, lady."

"Faster, lady." "Get that thing, lady."

Do you know why he called me like that?

Because he didn't even know my name.

And then Tadeu came along.

He asked my name and said good morning.

I said "Francisca."

But he called me "Chica."

Then I became "Chica."

But then I noticed Tadeu would work
at the stock forever

because Osmar never acknowledged
polite people.

Then that boy came to work as a salesman.

Tadeu was right there,
but Mr. Osmar never cared.

I couldn't stand that injustice.

That useless stupid boy.

Useless boy!

What did Marcos do to you?

Marcos was an impolite person.

He invited everyone for lunch
and took pictures

saying "my team is awesome."

I was part of that team, you know?

It wasn't fair.

Marcos wasn't polite
and got all he wanted.

Tadeu was polite! He deserved it!

He deserved to be
the manager of that store.

Tadeu is a prince!

He deserves it and he made it manager.

And why did she do it?

Out of love.

Love my ass, she was crazy.

Wanted to play God
and make him the manager.

So Tadeu didn't know about it?

That I don't know
and you'll find the answer.

You have to find out
if he was her partner.

But every Juliet has her Romeo.

Patricia...

why did you want to go to the store?

You know, a sixth sense. A female thing.

Chief,

Marcos got this goodbye message
almost one year after his death.

Guess who sent it?

The store's owner?

Yeah. At least it was sent
through his social network.

The message was sent via Marcos' phone

on the same day he was killed
and the phone disappeared.

-Come again?
-Look.

I tracked down Marcos' phone
and the messages were sent from it.

Is Marcos' phone still working?

No.

Probably it was sold, stolen, destroyed.

I don't know.

But all his phone did while logged
to his profile is traceable.

The phone was at this address.

Guess who lives here?

Francisca.

-An employee at the store!
-Yeah. The one.

But, are Francisca and Tadeu
connected somehow?

According to my research no.

Actually, they only had lunch together
in a restaurant near the store twice.

But, for all that Tadeu posts,
Francisca is the first to comment.

Look.

She wrote this message.

But she deleted it before he read it.

Patricia, so you used me.
You made a fool of me?

-Calm down.
-You used me!

I didn't! I ended up making
the entire investigation

but who will get credit for it?

Not me! The guy upstairs!

He will be interviewed, get a promotion.

I'll get nothing.

Not now, at least.

But of course this case
will help chief Patricia's career.

Heitor's and mine too.

Hey, man. What's up?

I'll be right back.

Hey, Roberto.

Why the long face?

I'm in a bad mood.

So...

let's party with the hookers?

Sure, let's fuck some hookers.

But I'll fuck only one tonight.
And I'll do that alone.

Damn, so moody.

The usual, please.

Hey, gorgeous. Are you alone?

Are you still mad at me?

You cheap bitch.

Hold on.

Yeah.

Machiavelli is still right.

"The ends justify the means."

It doesn't matter if the means
are good or evil.

What truly matters
is how you want it to end.

This press conference is open.

Feel free to ask the questions
you may have.

-Chief, I'd like to know.
-Yes?

What case is that?

We call it "Brás Case",

because they all had
a certain level of connection,

which is a store...

Such a prick.

Who said everyone deserves a happy ending?

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-Hi, daddy.

Not my daughter! Not my daughter!

Not my daughter!

Haven't I said Heitor is
the good guy here?

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