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A NETFLIX SERIES

It was a new morning
for Liz Lobato,

and with it came another opportunity
to find out whatever happened--

Will you turn that off already?

Thanks. I'm hungover.

The farm where Liz had grown up
had uncanny similarities

to the Maldivas Condominium.

KAT - RAYSSA - MILENE
MURDER WEAPON

Both had a slaughterhouse.

LIVE IN THE MALDIVAS

Maldivas' infamous welcome flyer.

GETTING MARRIED AT THE MALDIVAS?

I'll let a more suitable person
narrate it instead.

Welcome to Maldivas.

If you're here, congratulations.

You're one of a kind.

Our condominium is a safe place
for you to enjoy with your family.

You can find everything you need
within Maldivas' walls.

But make no mistake,
our most valuable asset is you.

Here, you're more than a resident.

You're a member of our community,
and we respect diversity.

Here,
we value respecting each other a lot,

but, first and foremost,
we value respecting the rules.

Please respect our code of conduct,

and help Maldivas become
an even better place.

We're always watching.
Sincerely, your neighbors.

Much obliged for your cooperation.

Indeed, I was obliged
to come to the station.

Oh, right. Milene.

The owner of the murder weapon…

Mrs. Manager.

…and the number one suspect
of Patrícia Duque's homicide.

If your theory
is that I went to Patrícia's apartment,

broke my own box on her head,
and set everything but my own box on fire,

then I'm either a very lousy killer,
or you are completely lost.

What a piece of work.

And that's the miniature.
Imagine the life-sized one.

More photos of the crime scene.

The smoke's cleared, so I took them.

Good job.

The ones I got were covered in mist.

-What's this?
-A partial footprint.

It wasn't in the other photos.

Who does it belong to?

BDT BANK
PATRÍCIA DUQUE

Who was Patrícia Duque?
How did she live?

What did she hide?

What did she eat?

SPECIAL TACO WITH SHRIMP

Liz was ready to find out
everything she could about her mother.

Even if the truth proved hard to swallow.

"Patrícia Duque,
Maldivas Condominium, block 19/208."

"Patrícia Duque,
Maldivas Condominium, block 18/204."

It wasn't the first time
someone noticed that slight discrepancy.

This goddamn letter is addressed to me.

A slight discrepancy

that would turn out to be a huge find.

Just like her mother,
Liz was facing a shady figure,

which would lead her to a new suspicion.

Can't we withdraw it little by little
like we've been doing, Gustavo?

The woman is dead, Kat.

-Oh, thanks for the scoop.
-Uh-huh.

Ugh.

Ple--

-Who is dead?
-Did you murder someone, Mom?

Kat, you go in,
take the money and go out.

You're the one
who opened the account, Kitty Kat.

So you're the one
who should close it, baby.

This wasn't our deal, Gustavo.

Any word on the stolen cars, Milene?

Still nothing.

No wonder. After all, I told you
we needed better security, didn't I?

Statistically speaking.

most robberies are carried out
by employees from the condominium.

So the better they are,
the better they conduct their robberies.

-So you're an expert at security now?
-Shh!

Excuse me, Milene.
I'm talking to these ladies.

So any questions?

If I were you,
I would keep my eyes wide because

Mortícia is depriving us
of the most valuable thing there is,

our own security.

The most valuable thing there is, ladies,
is good health.

Wow.

Thanks for helping me prove my point, sir.

Speaking of valuables,

I need access
to the condominium's bank account.

You'll be all right, Milene.

That was wonderful.

It's perfect, honey.

Shut up, Gustavo.

Do you know
where Gustavinho's pencil case is?

Of course I do.

Where is it?

Good morning.

Kat, I guess?

I got this by mistake. I think it's yours.

-Hi.
-Hi.

My mom killed a woman.

Excuse us, kiddo.

Good morning.

Of course I knew where it was.

Our son's super allergic
to peanuts.

He can't leave without his EpiPen.

It's a matter of life or death.

Thanks, honey.

PATRÍCIA DUQUE'S FRAUDULENT BANK ACCOUNT?

Making progress, huh?

Am I really?

Because every day I discover
something even worse about you.

You're way too quick to judge
for someone who's after the truth, dear.

And what is the truth?

Why did you abandon me?

I'm begging you. Tell me the truth.

Hi.

Hey, babe.

What's going on?

Where are you?

Still in Rio.

I had to stay a bit longer.

My car got stolen.

Are you kidding me?

I wish I was.

They stole all my stuff. My suitcase…

I had to buy some new clothes.

I had to go to the police
to file a report.

You talked to the police?

About my car, Miguel.

They're still searching.

So I'm staying a few more days.

Okay. Uh, keep me posted, my love.

Love you.

Me too. I'll be in touch.

So? Should I worry or not?

No.

Not yet, no.

"Not yet, no" isn't good enough, Miguel.

DO NOT CROSS

Which shoe size is this?

Six point five.

Seven point five?

It's a closed-shoe. No toe box.

Scarpin.

-What?
-Scarpin is a type of shoe.

You'd know it
if you had a girlfriend.

Now we just got to get a mold
and find our Cinderella.

Like I said,
there were uncanny similarities

between the farm where Liz grew up
and the Maldivas Condominium.

Both had small, helpless creatures
enclosed in a fenced-off area,

green land,

fresh air,

calm afternoons,

and both also had
vicious predators lurking about.

Go! Go! Here! Here! Come on!
Pass the ball! Here! Come on!

Have you seen
Germano's ankle monitor?

-It's new, right?
-Uh, yeah.

Way better than ours.

-Mm-hmm.
-Can we get a new one?

-There's a waiting list, man.
-Oh, stupid waiting list.

I'm serious.
I signed up for the damn list.

I am serious. There's no--

Dad, Gustavinho's…

His face is all red again.

Gustavo, can you hear me?

Where's your pencil case?

Where is it, Gabriel?

Ticket 138! Last call!

Gustavinho!

May I?

I'm very allergic too.

In the blink of an eye,

thanks to an epinephrine shot,

Liz got exactly what she needed.

Yay!

Cheers to our heroine.

Welcome to Maldivas, Liz.

You saved my son, Liz.
How can I ever thank you?

Don't mention it.

It was just a fortunate coincidence
that I was there.

Fortunate
for not having kids too!

Liz, you are an angel.

I promise you that you'll never be alone
in this condo.

Um, I…

I'll be right back.
I got to take this call.

Milene.

Milene, where's the bank card?
Where's the checkbook?

Hold on. I'm on the phone. Hello?

-Hold on.
-I'm calling you.

For God's sakes, Milene, give them to me.
Give me the checks!

What are you gonna do?

-What are you hiding?
-Nothing.

My life's an open book.

Good to know, Milene.

Because your last open book ended up
covered in blood at a crime scene.

I will find out your secret, you know.

It's gonna be all right.

Thank God.

Do you want me to help you with anything?

Uh…

Would you… Would you mind watching
the kids for a minute?

I want to take a shower.

Sure. I'll stay. No worries.

Liz was looking for something
that would incriminate the couple.

But out of all the crimes
Gustavo had committed,

the worst offender,
without a shadow of a doubt,

was his taste in music.

One, two, three, four, five,

six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

Here I come!

Ready or not, here I come!

You can't hide for long.

So now,
write your answer right here.

What's the capital of Brazil?

Liz.

Whenever you want
to get out of here, just…

Mmm, after I help him with his homework.

Then I'll go.

You're an actual angel.

Right, the capital of Brazil is…

A) THE CAPITAL OF BRAZIL IS…

Can I draw?

Yes, you can.

Mrs. Patrícia?

Patrícia Duque?

-I'm Patrícia Duque.
-I know.

I was the one
who opened your account, Mrs. Patrícia.

Oh.

What can I help you with today?

-A withdrawal.
-Sure, how much do you want?

All of it. I called earlier.
I want to close my account.

Sure. Just a minute.

One million,

eight hundred and ninety-six thousand,

three hundred and fifty reais,
correct, ma'am?

I'll have to ask
for my manager's approval.

What's the reason for the withdrawal?

Like I said on the phone,
we're fixing our apartment.

Custom furniture,
contractor, painter, and all.

Please sign here.

And here.

I knew it!

I knew it!

That goddamn bitch!

Jeez, so rude.

That's you,
that's my brother passing out,

and that's Dad
with his robot ankle gadget.

I hate a lot of stuff in life.

Broadway musicals,

or men who call themselves photographers
on Tinder,

um, Hitler…

But being this place's manager
has reached a whole new level.

-The roll of--
-No, no. Let me finish.

At first, I became manager for Patrícia.

After that, to annoy you.

Then I didn't even want it anymore.

But now, I see I have to be the manager
because you're no better than me at all.

You're a thief.

You've been stealing
the condominium's money. What for?

-To buy that ridiculous outfit?
-Mortícia, I'm so rich.

And well-married.
I don't need to be a thief.

And yet, you did steal money.

See this here?

It's you.

In the palm of my hand.

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

Awesome.
There should be a package for me.

Sure. What's your apartment number?

-302.
-302.

-Just a second. I'll check.
-Thank you.

REGISTER OF ORDERS

It's Liz, right?

Detective Denílson, right?

I don't have news on your car,
but I'll give you a call when I do.

Thanks.

Or you can call me any time.

I mean it.

-What's this?
-Plaster.

A plaster cast.

Well, I know you already
have my card, but…

I'm… I'm so proud of you, Kat.

Kat. Honey!

Yeah!

Kat.

Open the door, honey.

Kat.

What… what are you doing?

Ah!

Are you eating in there?

Are you eating foie gras, Kat?

I definitely know the sound you make
when you eat foie gras.

You're the only person I know
who chews with guilt.

Wrong. I feel no guilt right now.

Fine. You wanna lock yourself up
and gorge on food? Be my guest.

But I'll tell you something.

You love talking down to me, Kat.
You love it a lot, right?

That's fine.

I usually let it slide,

because I know
you like to feel better than me.

I do.

But you know I didn't do this alone, Kat.

Look at how fast we got rich.

You know people can't make
this kind of money legally.

Ah!

You might try and pretend that somehow
you didn't see anything at all…

…but it doesn't mean
you're innocent, Kat.

You were my accomplice and you know it.

I guess you just gotta decide
who you want to be.

The person who eats foie gras…

or the poor little goose.

Should I follow the GPS?

Yes, please. Follow it the whole way.

Liz would do anything
to find out what happened to her mother.

That's why, a few years earlier,

she decided to become an expert
in a very specific field.

Forensic science.

Thank you.

As a forensic expert,

Liz knew the importance
of getting rid of any evidence

that would incriminate her.

Every bit of evidence.

But every forensic expert knows

how important it is
to remain detached from their cases.

Otherwise,

even the most consummate professional
could end up making terrible mistakes.