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- Rebeca was great. -You'll have to break up with her.

Or I'll break up with you.

No, Oscar, I can't.

You didn't like it when I dated a client.

We need to break up.

It will be a picnic at the reservoir.

- Are you inviting me? - Yes.

Okay, I'm in.

What about you and Zanini? Anything?

Me and Zanini? Are you mad?

- Let's go. It's late. - Something wrong?

Zanini, get back here. I can't swim! Zanini!

QUICKSAND

Good morning.

What are you doing here?

Karin did many silly things...

but the most impressive may have been...

placing Ariel and César to be workmates.

Come on, you son of a bitch.

Move on, you lowsy douche bag!

She thought that combining César's good taste...

and Ariel's vulgarity...

would generate the best environment for the club.

Only in her mind!

- What's wrong, Ariel? - Karin, this is a club...

and a whorehouse.

And...?

And César is a fencing master...

and a faggot.

And you can't handle a club and is stupid.

What are his qualifications? Ballet graduate...

by San Francisco University?

César is a Lausanne graduate in hotel manageament.

He's a polyglot and worked in many five-star hotels.

And became a fencing master?

I've made up my mind. He'll train the brigade...

and will set up the restaurant. You'll have to work with him.

Instead of that, we should use the money in the renovation.

- Or we'll be in trouble. - I spoke to Evandro Bueno.

- Do you know him? - Yes, the banker.

Yes, he wants to dine with me to find out how the club will work.

You and Cesar will do your best to make him like it here.

If he does...

his best employees will become our members...

and we'll get our money to finish the renovation.

You two better hit it off well.

I won't slander Ariel, Karin.

I won't say he's rude. Or distasteful.

I won't even say he's a total imbecile.

I know Ariel's tough. But he's our partner.

- You guys have to work it out. - I don't know.

I won't be able to work with that caveman.

It's like an impossible mission.

Karin was trying to unite César and Ariel...

but I was hurting, because I left Oscar.

I regretted sending him out of the house.

But on second thought, I thought I did right.

Then, I regretted it again.

Then, I thought it was right again.

And then I realized I had made the biggest mistake of my life.

Then, I regretted it once again.

Then I regretted I had regretted it.

Then, I decided to do something I did a long time ago.

Mom, of course, thought my sadness had another cause.

This Yuri...

never contacted you again?

Guess what I'll do for dinner.

A delicious chicken broth.

- Will you cook that broth? - Yes.

All these things you're doing...

I'm getting back to life again.

Take the chance and spend some nights here.

No, Mom, I can't.

Why not?

Where would I sleep? My bedroom's a storage now.

Use Fred's room. He's traveling with the Metralhas.

Come on, honey, it's been long since you spent some time here.

Come on, please.

Look in your car. I can't believe I lost those glasses.

Must be in the car. I'll look for it later, okay?

Okay, thanks.

Magali?

- I can't believe it. What?

The neighbor started again. -Really?

Can't you hear the noise?

- -That's funny! - Sabrina, that's not funny.

- It's irritating! -And funny.

Let me finish eating.

We'll talk later. Remember my glasses.

I'll look for them.

- Bye-bye. -Bye.

Goddamit!

Karin wished the club to do so well...

that she moved to a small room there.

But on that night, she decided to make an exception...

and think about anything but the club.

The Untouchables at Corda's Bar.

Gin and tonic, please!

You know, from the stage...

because the way the light hits the eye...

we can see mirages in the audience.

But it is you.

If I knew you were playing, I wouldn't be here.

I'm glad you didn't know. You look gorgeous.

- How are you doing? - I'm fine...

and you?

Same.

- That's funny. - What?

I took a book from the bookshelf the other day...

and guess what I found?

A photo of you. I didn't remember I had.

And now you're here...

in front of me.

Bernardo, I took your sax inside.

This is Jean Luc...

the best guitar player from Capão da Canoa.

And the only one.

This here is Joana. My daughter.

- Your daughter? - Yep.

- You never told me that. - Like many other things.

I guess this is the only good thing you made in life.

Nonsense. I made a gorgeous pot cake once.

Well, I woke up, still kinda drunk...

looked around my bed, it was full of mud...

I was bleeding all over and had a fried egg on my tummy.

What do you mean? What happened?

I don't remember, I never got to know.

All I know is I shook off the fried egg...

sat on my bed...

and cried.

Once Glen Miller was traveling with his orchestra...

during a snowstorm.

The bus breaks down...

forcing them to walk until the place they were going to play.

Imagine those musicians in those elegant suits...

carrying those huge instruments...

and shaking with cold.

And they spot a little house, with those Christmas lights...

and white smoke coming out of the chimney.

They peeked thru the window, saw the lit fireplace...

a small Christmas tree, everyone singing, eating, smiling...

Then a musician turns to the other and asks:

"How can they live like that?"

Thank you.

Thank you.

Will you stay long in São Paulo?

I don't know. You know me, right?

Where are you staying?

Nearby. And you? What are you doing with your life?

I'm in transition. I'm changing my field.

Good. Changing is always good.

What photo was that?

Photo?

The one you found inside the book.

The one you took in your grandma's place.

You were dressed like a Hawaiian girl...

holding two ice creams.

When she had that carnival party in her house, remember?

I do.

- But I don't remember you there. - It was a quick stop.

This is for you, Joana, we recorded last year.

Nothing special. Just a couple of songs we love to play.

Thank you.

Done.

Karin wants the best.

Depending on this menu...

the bank president will kneel before us.

First, tuna sashimi with fresh Alsatian foie gras...

and slightly saucy miso.

Afterwards, lobster tail from Nova Scotia and crispy claw...

and a gorgeous tomato tartar and cilantro.

This is interesting. It says here that Caesar...

the Roman dictator...

was known as...

the prostitute of Bithynia.

Now the main course. I thought about it a lot.

California quail...

stuffed with dark truffle mousse and matsutake mushroom.

You heard it?

Yes, wake me up when you get to the meat.

That's the meat.

The quail.

Quail?

César, my friend, quail's not meat.

Quail is like a turnip, a little cassava.

Like a flying salad.

If you allow me a little observation...

this banker, Evandro Bueno, I know his kind.

From the outside, he looks like the right guy, the typical nerd.

But deep within he's a slut banger.

These guys have a lot of testosterone.

How do they keep that level? Eating meat! It has to have meat.

I'll try an alternative.

Maybe a Bairrada suckling pig...

or a Blackmore Wagyu rib.

They say Caesar was the husband of all wives...

and the wife of all husbands.

Did you know that?

And for dessert, my specialty.

Lemon pie.

Lemon pie?

What's the problem?

And before anything else...

did you know the lemon pie creator is right in front of you?

- The lemon pie creator? - More or less.

Of course the lemon pie precedes me.

But before, it was just the dough plus lemon cream.

Then I thought: "Why not put a roasted merengue on top?

- Roasted? - Long ago...

at my uncle's restaurant. Now everyone imitates me.

Listen to this.

It says another Caesar, upon seeing a general...

returning from a victorious battle, shouted:

Depilate yourself! Depilate yourself now!

I'll explain how we do it.

Karin, did you know César created the lemon pie?

He did. The lemon pie.

Be patient with him. All of us need to work together.

I'm glad he didn't create the lemon.

He looked at the orange and said: "Why not green?

Why not smaller?"

Stop it.

I'll clip my lip. After all, I didn't go to school in Switzerland.

I went to school right here, behind Pastorinho Supermarket.

I failed in all the subjects...

except Moral and Civic Education.

Because I cheated.

But okay, I'll clip my lip.

After all, we have to work together, right?

Correct.

If Ariel found it difficult to work with César...

Zanini found it difficult to forget Magali.

But he was determined to forget her.

My natural gift are the average women.

Maybe you don't believe it...

but I'm very good with them.

Women who are neither beautiful nor ugly.

The pretty ones.

But I messed up.

Like a boxer trying to climb the weight class.

I tried to fight someone from a higher class and lost.

I got jabbed, I got punched and hooked on my chin.

But now I've gotta go back to my weight class...

and forget one day I was knocked out.

Some more grappa.

Just like Zanini tried to forget Magali...

Magali tried to forget her neighbor.

But it wasn't so easy to forget her neighbor.

He left an earplug for her. With a note.

PROTECT YOURSELF. TONIGHT WILL BE FUN.

What's that?

The Untouchables.

My Dad's band. I went to see them yesterday.

Is he living in São Paulo now?

No, he's just playing here.

I think I should invite him to see the fencing contest.

- What do you think? - Fine, but be careful.

Are you jealous?

He's my father, but your lap's still the best.

You'd better not need my lap.

That same day, Zanini came back to his weight class...

and started to hit on a trainee from his uncle's office.

Finally my uncle hired a smart trainee.

- I don't think so. - I really mean it.

- You're doing a great job. - Thank you.

I know you don't like to hear what I say...

but you were born to be a lawyer.

That's awful. I wish I were born to be a writer.

- A writer? - A poet, actually.

- I love writing poems. - You wanted to be a poet...

but took Law? Doesn't make sense.

It pays the bills.

It's better to get them paid than not.

- And you? - Me what?

- You chose to be a lawyer? - Since I was a kid.

Really?

- Wanna know why? - Why?

I'm not saying. You'll find it stupid.

- I won't, say it. - You'll laugh at me.

- I won't! - No, I won't. Come on.

You won't laugh?

- You swear it? - I do.

I have this crazy dream to do away with...

what's wrong and unfair.

To make this world a better place.

And to pay the bills too.

See, you're laughing, like I told you.

On that night, Karin went out with her Dad, again.

I was down and out. No money at all.

So Jean Luc taught me how to flee from misery.

How?

We'd go out and borrow money from the beggars.

- From the beggars? - I didn't know that, but I swear.

Beggars always give you money.

- I can't believe it. - I mean it.

Dad...

Go ahead.

- May I invite you for something? - Only if I can say no.

Of course, you can. That's you.

- We were doing great. - Okay, I'm kidding.

- Forget it, it's nothing special. -No, go ahead.

We didn't talk about the girls who will be here for Evandro's visit.

- I'm the one choosing the girls. - But I choose the clothes...

they're wearing. It has to be elegant.

It's a special club, they have to be elegant, but to a certain point.

To a certain point?

In 20 years, I never heard a client who's about to come...

screaming: "Great job, elegant girl, great job!"

I thought about showing scenes of Audrey Hepburn for the girls.

To serve as a model, behavior, etc.

César, my dear friend...

What's up? You don't think Audrey Hepburn's beautiful?

No, she's gorgeous, but no man ever got a hard on...

thinking about Audrey Hepburn.

Not even her husband. It would be a sacrilege.

It's the same as having an erection looking at a cat drinking milk.

You'd have to be a monster, you know.

Look, take it easy. I understand about girls.

Okay, but keep in mind the refinement level of the club.

Take it easy.

I'll make them dress up very classy. Leave it to me.

"Classy".

That's what he says.

I think I can hit it off well with anyone.

But he's destroying my self image of a tolerant person.

All of us have been thru that with Ariel.

But it's too much, Karin. He's gross and he's proud of that.

Hang in there. He's like those sour Italian beverages.

You hate them at first, but they grow on you.

No, Karin, Ariel is unpalatable.

But I'll try a little harder.

- Promise? - I do.

And your Dad? Did you invite him to see you fencing?

- I did. - And?

He'll be there.

What was it?

One more folder on top of my desk?

Aren't you willing to stop all injustices in the world?

You've got a lot here.

But there's an injustice bigger than all these together...

and only you can help me finish it.

Really? Which one?

I'll have dinner by myself, while thousands of other couples...

dine together.

I hate injustice more than anything else.

"Protect yourself. Tonight will be lots of fun."

- Did he really write this? - He's a real jerk.

Maybe, but this thing you can't deny.

- What? - He must be a great lover.

For the noise they make, he must be a great lover.

Girls who make a lot of noise, fake orgasms.

Agree with something else.

- What? - He's got a sense of humor.

I have that too.

I thought about leaving a note saying:

"Can you have fun without the noise?"

Along with this.

What's that?

This is a gag ball.

The first day I spent with my parents was great.

The second was good...

and on the third day...

God created boredom.

-Why don't you call your cousins? -My cousins?

It's been a long time. They'd love to see you.

That's true.

I wasn't sure to call.

We used to be very close in our childhood...

but I didn't know if we had anything in common.

I called them.

And we finally met.

All of them seemed to love their husbands.

All were doing great in their careers...

all had little children, one prettier than the other.

He's so big. He looks like grandpa.

Their lives were totally different from mine.

We're going to Orlando, it's going to be nice.

That's great.

And together we'll open a management consulting agency.

And they tried to pull me into their lives.

And we need a partner. Someone we can trust.

Someone who took Business Management.

Someone who's a little sad in São Paulo.

Look, guys, your invitation is great...

but I'm fully devoted to my job.

Okay.

Thanks for having thought of me.

If you change your mind, talk to us.

When are you going to show me something you wrote?

- I already did. - You didn't.

You just read a request I wrote.

Requests don't count. I want to see a poem.

My poems are bad. It's true, I'm not good.

Stop it, will you?

Declaim one for me.

Just one, please?

- Just one. - Great.

"I don't beg you to offer me your love.

I just beg you to accept mine.

Because no greater favor could you ever do...

than taking my love for the sake of yours."

You see? I told you. It sucks.

What do you mean? I'm impressed.

- It's just a little poem. - It's a great poem.

Have you ever tried to publish it?

No, I don't know too many people.

There's this soiree I'd love to go, but I'm ashamed...

- to recite my things. - Of course.

The best ones are ashamed, but not the bad ones.

Take it from me. Stand up to your shame.

Go there, it's gonna worth the while.

Well... who knows...

you may be right.

- What about you? - What about me?

Have you ever written a poem?

To be honest...

- yes. - Really? Say it!

Just like that?

Here and now?

All right.

Like this.

- Just a little poem. - It's great, I'm impressed.

- Guess what I was thinking. - What?

Let's go to my place, how about that?

What is it?

I need to tell you something.

Go ahead.

I'm virgin.

For real?

It may sound fake, but I was waiting for someone special.

- And I'm not the one. - On the contrary.

Letícia, I'm not so special.

The good ones never think they are.

I just remembered, I have a meeting tomorrow morning...

I think I have to go to bed early, tonight.

Can we pay the tab?

Okay.

I never thought my cousins' way of life would disturb me.

I thought I was doing everything wrong.

Maybe I was throwing my life away.

Maybe I should take the chance and join their business.

Why not start a new life? A true life, with no lies.

I seriously began to think about never going back to my old life.

- You what? - Will stay here a few more days.

- Tell Karin. -When will you be back?

- I don't know. - Well, enjoy your vacation.

- Thank you. -Luna!

Did I leave my sun glasses in your house?

No, I didn't see them.

I'll look for them when I get back.

Okay, thanks.

DON'T YOU LIKE SEX? YOU'LL LOVE IT IF YOU TRY

All right, people, please come around here.

I would like to thank you all for your presence.

Karin's father never went to see her, when she debuted...

at theater school.

He also didn't show up...

when she was the main dancer on Father's Day presentation.

And never called her at her college graduation.

On top of everything, this tournament...

is a gathering moment among the students...

But this time...

he showed up.

There's a 2,000-year-old saying I must repeat:

May the best win.

And she never fought so well.

But, like a 2,000-year-old saying goes...

not all is perfect.

She is a virgin. If we make love, she'll glue to me.

Especially because... I told you I have a charismatic dick?

She'll stick with it.

Breaking a virginity is big responsibility.

She's cute, but I just can't make love to her.

Don't you agree?

Shit.

Letícia...

Zanini, how are you?

That night, Karin had dinner with César and his boyfriend.

She only criticized her father.

He never saw me winning. He left without a word.

Why did he go there? He didn't see me.

He shouldn't have gone.

- Karin, let me ask you something. -Of course.

When you step into a quicksand, you go down, don't you?

Of course.

And if you do it again, what happens?

You will sink again, right?

It doesn't make sense getting into quicksand...

believing you'll levitate. That won't happen.

You're gonna go down. That's the quicksand nature.

I think he's comparing your Dad to a sand hill.

I think so too.

There's only one way to connect to your father.

Which way?

Accepting his ways.

- It's not easy to do that. - A father's something complicated.

Whenever I think I came right out of his dick, I get crazy.

What is this flower arrangements thing?

They called from Kiki Decorations.

I ordered flower bouquets for when Evandro comes around.

Any problem?

- No, but I cancelled the order. - What do you mean?

César, flowers are for burials...

or weddings, well, they're very much alike.

Don't talk rubbish. Any minimally sophisticated place...

has some kind of floral decoration.

- Am I talking rubish? - Yes.

Who am I to argue with the inventor of the lemon pie?

What else did you invent? Salmon and capers?

Buffalo mozzarella and dry tomato?

"No, because before you'd eat mozzarella or tomato.

Then I thought, we should put them together..."

Don't push the envelope, Ariel.

Girls, did you know I, César, invented jumping jacks?

Because when I was a kid...

people would only move their legs or their arms.

Then, I asked my gymnastics teacher...

if we could put them together.

Today, everyone does exactly like me.

At least I don't behave like a dockworker or a mercenary.

I'm not a son of a bitch, I never say "classy" and don't beat up ladies.

Look here, César. I only spank ladies in a last resort.

Like now...

- you lousy motherfucker! -Stop it!

Now I'm dead. What do I do to start again?

Thank you.

My God, what's this?

- No. Go play with your brother. - Okay.

SEE ME AFTER THE BARBECUE

That's how I found out my cousins' lives...

were not so quiet.

I can't even say it.

It's just that if I hadn't been there...

your son would have seen it.

Don't say it. We're madly in love.

Of course, I still love my husband...

but it's a different love.

- You don't have to explain. - What's so bad about it?

That's life. Everything happens.

In the best families, as they say.

Hey, guy!

Célio, for example.

He doesn't know Arthur's not his son.

His real father is the husband of one of Bia's friends...

an affair.

Honey, your mobile!

What is it, Mom?

Nothing, forget it!

I don't believe you have the guts to call my daughter, you rascal!

- Mrs. Neide... -Get lost, Yuri...

That's the least you can do after your stupidity.

Please, listen to me. I didn't mean it, I swear.

I don't care, Yuri. It's unforgivable.

- I didn't mean it. - Don't call her anymore.

Do you understand? Never again!

I didn't want to kill Oscar!

You can believe what I'm saying...

Hello! Mrs. Neide!

Godammit!

Let me see if I understand.

You punched César?

Let's say we had a little fight while Ellen and Mallu screamed.

Go excuse yourself.

I mean it.

Listen to what I'm saying, at least in money terms.

You're a club partner and should be interested...

the dinner'll work.

- Things will work. - Not if both of you won't talk.

What can I do?

Do you know how much Evandro Bueno's bank made last year?

- Enough? - A lot more than that.

The double or triple of it.

That's quite a lot.

That's quite a lot enough.

All right, Karin.

So that no one says that I'm not above all else...

a professional.

César?

César?

Wait.

What do you want?

I wanna give you something. Take it.

I don't want it.

Please, César.

Let's drink together. I'd like to tell you something.

Sit down.

So...

we ruffled feathers, right?

Cheers!

Cheers.

It's good, right?

Our fight was really funny.

I never saw Ellen and Mallu screaming like that.

Out of bed, I mean.

Do you have anything to say, or it's just a chat.

I have a meeting with the cook.

Of course, I wanna say it was a sad thing...

it's always sad when we get violent.

You might agree.

All is fine?

Are we okay?

Just one thing.

Are you apologizing?

Wasn't it clear?

No. Are you apologizing?

Yes, I regret I beat you up.

You didn't beat me up.

You tried to beat me up. That's different.

Hadn't it been for the girls, your front tooth would be missing.

Listen to this.

I could put you to sleep with one blow.

Did you also invent the chokehold?

- No, I didn't invent that. - What about the elbow blow?

Everyone uses the hand but you chose the elbow.

The Karate Kid, that's the one you invented.

- Enough! - That's your style.

- I'm quitting. - But I'm apologizing.

Tell Karin I quit.

But...

Letícia...

- They'll notice... - And you care?

- Did you get well home? - I did.

You did?

Before I forget...

I've read everything.

- This is really good, Letícia. - Think so?

- I do. - Really?

Really. If you believe what I'm saying...

- go to that soiree, please. - I'm not that brave.

Just have a couple of drinks before.

- If you came with me... - Well, why not?

- Will you come with me? - I didn't think you'd invite me.

If Zanini was willing to go to a soiree to please his girlfriend...

Magali was willing to do anything to tease her neighbor.

MAKE LOVE TO SOMEONE OF YOUR MENTAL LEVEL

You called me?

- César's gone. - Yes, I know.

The chef and all the kitchen staff are gone too in support.

What kind of people are these?

How to serve dinner to Evandro Bueno...

if there's nobody in the kitchen? Tell me.

I don't know, Karin. It's not my fault.

César's too touchy.

The dinner will be a flop. Evandro won't buy the annuities...

and we won't finish the renovation.

Can you figure it out? Can you?

Yes, Karin, I can.

You'll apologize to him and find a way to bring him back.

- Ariel, I won't go back. -I'm begging you, César.

I'm begging you to forgive me.

The first time I do this in my life.

I am sorry, but my answer is no.

For Karin, César, get back for her.

She shouldn't suffer because of me.

If you leave, you don't hurt me, but Karin.

- I'll go back. On one condition. - Which?

I choose everything, I decide everything.

Okay, I'll help you.

You don't even show up at the dinner.

What do you mean, are you mad?

I don't have to go back. My gym suffices me.

All right, Cesar, you control everything...

and I don't show up for dinner.

Happy?

Zanini went to the soiree, to see her girlfriend.

He was almost there, when destiny got in the way.

And destiny, in this case, had a name.

- Shoot. -Zanini, this will be quick.

I've looked far and wide. My dark glasses disappeared.

Not my business.

I think I left them in the picnic basket.

- Would you look there for me? - Wait a second.

They're here.

Really? Great, I love those glasses.

- Can you pick them now? - Now?

I don't want your stuff here. Or I'll throw them out.

- What? - Coming or not?

Okay, I'll be there.

"Who I am, I don't know. If I'm here, I can't feel it.

If I keep thinking about repeating my desires...

I drink to forget. I dream to remember.

But I'm still here, right? If I am here, I don't know.

If I am what I am, I can't feel it."

Come on in.

Where are the glasses?

First, let me hear some apologies.

You left me behind and I have to apologize?

That's correct, you have to apologize.

- Are you insane? - You want the glasses or not?

Okay...

I'm sorry.

I am sorry.

Let me get them.

- I can't believe it. Again? - You're gonna resist?

You're sicker than I thought.

Didn't you miss my charismatic dick?

Guess what. Keep those glasses.

Magali, wait a second, Magali!

"Why I love you.

It's not because of your gentle look and generous laughter.

The kind that lends more fun than laughs.

I love you not just because you're good...

delightful and comfortable...

like a hot coffee in a wintry morning...

a blanket and a pillow.

I love you not because you are sweet...

gorgeous, caring.

I love you because of me.

I love you selfishly.

I love you because when I do...

I am better than what I am.

I am almost you...

I am more than love."

Finally, the banker came calling.

Karin showed him the whole club, introduced a few girls...

and explained how it all would be.

Here you'll find the best business people...

and the best girls to rest from the business.

Afterwards, thanks to César...

he drank one of the best wines of his life...

Tastes like fruit. You'll like it.

ate one of the best lobsters...

and smoke one of the best cigars.

And then...

he yawned.

Everything was great, but I have to go...

I must confess the wine got me a little sleepy.

Would you like some coffee?

Our coffee comes from a microproducer in Caconde...

- and it's very good. - I really have to go.

Don't run! Come back!

Ariel broke the promise he had made to César.

He showed up.

Get over here, Evandro!

- Water's great! - Excuse me.

"It didn't fit the doll, it'll look lovely on you."

It's ridiculous but he's a good joker.

Wow! And now, what's the next step?

Something that will give him more pleasure than the doll.

- What? - Hold on.

I can't believe it!

It's a gift. I knew it'd be useful one day.

Bye.

See you later.

Let me tell you this.

With this service and this quality...

this club of yours will be a great hit.

Thank you.

Now, can we talk about the annuities?

- Would you like the coffee now? - Yes.

- I think it went well. - Thanks to you.

And to you.

It's ridiculous...

but I think we make a good team.

Yeah... maybe.

Friends?

Let's go inside before you catch pneumonia.

Did you like the panties?

- Didn't fit. - They weren't meant to fit.

- You think you're hot, right? - Don't you?

No, of course...

If you only could be in two places at the same time...

Why?

To hear yourself from your room.

Stop talking, okay?

Magali!

Look at her! Back from vacation!

Yes, I'm back, but may I confess something?

Of course, I love confessions.

I almost didn't come back. I almost changed my life.

Really?

But then I found out something.

What?

I can't lead the life of a decent woman.

I promise.

My life as a call girl is a lot more honest...

and has a lot less whoring. Where's Karin?

Karin had called the bar where her Dad used to play...

and found out where he was in São Paulo.

She was willing to accept the quicksand nature.

So you won the fencing tournament?

I had to leave a little earlier.

I noticed it.

That's what you always do.

Joana, don't be mad at me.

I'm not, Dad. I mean it.

Thank you.

How long have you been in São Paulo?

Well, I'm gone for two or three months when I'm playing...

so must be around...

about four years.

Four years?

Time flies.

Tell me the band's plans.