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Mom.

Mommy.

Mommy.

Here.

Come here.

SECRET TRUTHS

Brothers and sisters,

we are gathered here to say goodbye

to our beloved friend, Guilherme Lovatelli.

A loving father, husband and dedicated son.

The Lord will embrace your soul.

The Lord will protect your departure and your arrival,

now and forevermore.

-Let us now pray... -Here.

-Throw it there. -...for Guilherme Lovatelli.

Our Father in heaven

hallowed be Thy name

Thy kingdom come

9:20 PM

-I tried, but he wouldn't eat. -Give me that.

-Hello, my prince. -Hi, Mommy.

Let's eat?

It's so good. Come here.

Where are you going?

I'll get you. I'll catch you!

Give him food.

If you don't eat, you can't play with your train.

-Let's eat. -I'll take care of him.

Come here, kiddo.

Come here.

I'm back.

Nalva, take Fabi inside, please.

I didn't know you were back from Paris, Giovanna.

Well, I arrived not long ago.

Maybe you don't know, but my husband...

your cousin, Gui...

died.

I just got back from his funeral.

I know.

I left some flowers for him on his grave.

I really liked Gui.

I had no idea you knew where I live.

I know a lot of things about you.

You have no idea.

Mysteries...

We need to talk, Angel.

Your son is cute.

Runs in the family.

We are related.

We are so bonded...

We're practically twins.

Stop this foolish talk, Giovanna.

You came here because you want something.

Speak up.

Didn't Gui tell you?

We met up a few days before the accident.

-No. -Strange...

Didn't he say anything at all?

About what?

Never mind.

You'll know eventually.

It's funny, Angel.

It seems every man who gets involved with you

dies in an accident.

My son and I were in the same car as Gui.

We also could have died.

But we have to talk about my father.

He fell from the boat when he was with you.

Alex fell from the boat.

-You weren't even here. -No, I wasn't. I was in Paris,

working as model. But I know it was you.

Gui and his parents had influence

and did everything to protect you.

They convinced the police to believe your cute face.

That's why you are not behind bars.

-Yet. -Enough, Giovanna!

Get out of here. I won't listen to this nonsense.

You don't fool me.

I'll prove you are a murderer,

and I'll revenge my father's death.

Get lost!

I dislike you.

I've always disliked you.

You envy me.

You always have.

Now get in your car

-and get out of my life! -You don't get it, Angel.

Or should I call you "little Arlete"?

I'm going...

to put you in jail.

My husband died. I wasn't prepared.

I don't have much money in my personal account.

What about the inheritance? I have a son.

I will read the will.

Then, your lawyer will start working on the probate.

-It will take some months. -What can I do

to withdraw money for bills during this time?

Guilherme, your husband, left it all to you and your son,

-Mrs. Arlete. -Angel.

Arlete was my name. I'm known by Angel, my modeling name.

We must speak privately. You need to be prepared.

For what?

Good morning, everyone.

-What are you doing here? -Don't misinterpret me,

but your husband liked me and my daughter a lot.

I learned of the will reading.

-I came to see... -I'm very sorry.

I doubt he left anything for you.

But you can stay.

-Judge... -Thank you.

Let's start the reading.

"I, Guilherme Lovatelli,

being of sound mind,

decided to write this will,

to be approved and sealed..."

He left me not even a penny.

Why would anyone leave you money?

My daughter, Lara, is his sister.

Half-sister, but sister.

You and Gui's father had an affair,

but he never acknowledged your daughter.

I don't even know her. She wasn't close to Gui.

He always liked his sister.

He helped.

He wanted her to study and have a future.

I'm sorry to ask you,

but I'd like to have something to remind us of him.

Anything.

Something to remember him by. I have this necklace.

It has a diamond. He'd like his son to have it.

I have a bowtie. Is that okay?

He didn't use ties. It's not a reminder of him.

His father gave him this watch, but he thought it was tacky.

It's not a designer brand.

It's not made of gold.

Want it?

This watch will help Lara think of her brother.

She will really like it.

I'll take it.

Thank you.

-There's something else. -I thought so.

My husband has no money and doesn't want to take care

of my daughter.

Guilherme...

He helped us a lot.

In the last few months...

he stopped helping.

He disappeared.

He spent everything he had on drugs.

I know he left us nothing,

but maybe you could help us with something.

-Get out of here. -Anything.

I knew from the beginning you'd ask for things.

Get out of my house.

-My life is hard. -I don't give a damn!

Gui's father did not acknowledge her.

And now I have to support her for you?

Enough! You have the watch. Now get out.

-My life is hard. -Damn it!

To the right here, please.

Bye.

Angel, Mr. Ciro is here. I asked him to wait.

That was good. What does he want?

Mr. Ciro.

It looks like bad news.

Your husband left everything to you and your son,

but he was deeply in debt.

That's impossible. He inherited all this.

-His parents died two years ago. -It was all used as collateral.

What about the money they sent abroad?

His father used to send money to other countries.

I'll try to track it.

-But don't get too hopeful. -How not to be hopeful?

I could lose everything.

All your assets will be auctioned.

Are you sure there's nothing left?

The house and the country estate weren't his anymore.

Not even the house?

Where will I live?

The only way is for you to look for the creditor.

Ask for some time.

That's what I'll do.

Give me the creditor's name.

Giovanna Ticiano.

Giovanna?

Miss Giovanna, please...

I know they are in the meeting room.

Don't I look awesome as CEO? Compliment me, or you are fired.

-You're wonderful! -I'm kidding.

No moral harassment. New times, new times.

Listen. Bring doughnuts and coffee.

-Yes, ma'am. -Sit, Mom.

The princess is finally here.

I was leaving. You're late.

I'm sorry, Mom. I was at an orgy last night.

Gi, don't talk to your mom like that in front of them.

Now I have to listen to a personal trainer

who was promoted to husband after sex services rendered?

-Stop it, or there's no meeting. -Fine. Tell me.

-What's this guy doing here? -This guy, Igor,

is my husband.

I know. But what's his interest here?

Don't tell me you had no prenup. Are you out of your mind?

Why do rich people need prenups?

-Don't know what she's doing... -Let's focus here?

-Sit down. -Fine.

The court has already given us the legal deadlines

after my father's death. It's been long, hasn't it?

I'm back from Paris to take the CEO position.

I'm also his son. What do you mean?

But you don't understand anything about management.

You only have experience with rehab clinics.

How many times? Five, six times?

-Don't say that. -I do say it.

-You are not at home. -Bruno.

We can discuss it later as a family.

What matters now is what the law says.

Bruno, we'll make a deal.

-But I'm the CEO. -No way! Mom...

I won't let that happen.

Please.

Please. Mr. Edney will explain the legal issues.

This hot guy is our lawyer?

If that doesn't work, you can be a stripper in my house.

Giovanna, sit.

The legalities are more complex than they seem at first.

Your dad is presumed dead, but there's no body.

He fell into the sea, said that bitch.

-Bitch? -Sorry. Go on.

In legal terms, it's a "presumption of death."

It's been quite a long time. He can be considered dead.

The law is very strict.

Your father left a will. Most is for you two.

I know he'd scheduled a meeting to change the will.

See, Bruno? He was leaving it all to that bitch.

But he vanished in the sea before that happened.

He named Mr. Robério to take over the company

if anything happened to him.

This was for three years, but actually it's more...

I know. What else?

While he is not proven dead, according to the law,

there's only the presumption, as I said.

You can't have the assets.

And as asked by minor partners,

you must account for the company every six months.

Hell! For how long?

The process takes about 20 years.

20 years?

Until then, you can't access the company's assets,

your father's assets...

-You can get the profits... -There's no way I can wait.

-In 20 years, I want to be... -That's what the law says.

The thing is I want an apartment in Paris.

-What can we do? -You haven't given up on Paris?

Of course not. I love it. I shined there.

I want to spend time in Paris.

You're not going to buy an apartment

with your money, are you?

We have a young son who doesn't have a holding.

We need to think of him.

Giovanna, everything I've given you

was from my own money.

Assets I got from my family.

I know you own part of the company.

I got part of it in the divorce.

You and your brother will get more in the future.

When? In 20 years?

Until the probate is done, you won't lack anything.

Don't worry!

But an apartment in Paris is out of the question.

My father is dead, and everyone knows it.

Everyone knows. Everyone is sure he died.

-But there is the law. -No body, no death.

That's what the law says.

I even know who killed him.

I NEED TO TALK TO YOU IN PERSON.

And it was the bitch who just sent me a message.

MEET ME, PLEASE.

You showed up sooner than I thought.

You know why I'm here, Giovanna.

I know you looked for me and are here today

because you want to make a deal.

Giovanna,

you were in France, right?

How were you able to steal our assets?

My mom. She did exactly as I asked her.

Why are you after me?

You killed my father. Would I leave you alone?

Maybe you murdered my cousin. Isn't it enough?

Maybe we can reach a deal, something good for me,

good for you...

I wash your hand, you wash mine.

What do you think?

Go ahead.

Say it.

Wait.

Have one more shot.

You will confess you murdered my father.

You'll give the police all they need to prove his death.

Confess, and I'll give you lots of money.

Are you crazy?

You'll go to jail. With a good lawyer,

you won't get much time. You were a minor.

What about the good behavior?

-Stop humiliating me. -No. I'm not humiliating you.

I have no wish at all to help you.

But I need to prove he died.

I did not kill

your father.

You did.

You killed him.

I know you killed him.

It's only a matter of time

before I can prove it.

Think of the money.

Confess.

I've already said I didn't kill your father!

I'll take what you have. You'll have to beg for money

to eat.

-I didn't kill him! -I will prove you did.

I didn't kill your father.

I didn't kill

your father.

You'll confess you murdered my father.

You'll give the police all they need to prove his death.

Confess, and I'll give you lots of money.

Are you crazy?

You'll go to jail. With a good lawyer,

you won't get much time. You were a minor.

What about the good behavior?

Stop humiliating me.

Hi, Nalva.

-Hi. -Is everything ok?

-All good. -Where's Fabi? Is he ok?

He had a little fever, and I put him to bed.

-Did you call a doctor? -There was no need.

I'm making you some nice toast.

Are you feeling alright?

I'm going mad.

My husband only left me debts, Nalva.

They'll work on the probate, but the lawyer warned me.

I have nothing left.

Not even for the daily expenses.

I have to let you go.

Angel, but I thought your husband was very rich.

Isn't there anything left? Not even an apartment?

I inherited an apartment from my grandmother.

Her old apartment in São Paulo, but...

It's not collateral on the debt.

I have that, but even so...

I might lose it.

I rent it to an aunt.

Can't you rent another place with that money?

Yes, a simple one.

I saw your social media.

I know you were a model.

It's been a long time.

You can go back, Angel.

You are so pretty, Angel...

So pretty!

Well...

Nalva...

That's it! You've given me hope.

That's what we'll do!

We'll move to São Paulo. I'll rent a small flat...

I'll be a model again.

You go, girl!

Hi. Excuse me. We are not open yet.

Oh, it's you...

It's me. Who are you?

I am the hostess and manager.

-Don't you recognize me? -Should I?

Dear, get out of my way. I am friends with the owner.

Mark,

it was terrible yesterday.

Please, guys need to dance. Girls need to go crazy.

-Change the playlist. -Tonight will be good.

-I hope so. -Bonsoir!

Mon amour, Gi!

I thought you'd be here for our opening.

Sorry. I was jet lagged.

How was it?

A catastrophe.

Terrible, so terrible.

Percy, my business partner.

-Are you Ariel's friend? -Just a friend.

He has tried to get me. But I am hard to get.

You are not hard, girl. Not even close.

What's up? Are you dating anyone?

No. And I don't want any man on me.

I like it. She has personality.

-Do you drink whiskey? -Of course.

Try the one I'll get you.

Ariel...

Well...

I really need to talk to you alone.

I knew it.

If you are here, you want something.

Come on, baby love.

Step into my office.

Wow! An office?

The office of the most exciting club in the city.

I love your business.

The house of... What's it called?

Radar Club.

It's a great name.

How is Laila?

Is she still a failure as a model?

Honey, watch your mouth when you talk about Laila.

She's the love of my life.

Right.

You released your poison. Now, what do you want?

I am sure Angel killed my father.

Forget it, Gi.

Alex fell from the boat.

Fell?

He always had a boat. He was an expert.

He wouldn't just fall.

You want revenge. You think Angel killed him.

It's not only about revenge.

There's my inheritance.

For me to get everything,

I need to prove he died.

The only person who knows what happened there is Angel.

Have you tried offering her money?

Yes, I have. She wouldn't take it.

She's afraid of going to jail.

But I need to prove it,

or it will be years before I take over the company.

Ariel, I know you know the underworld. Please.

Underworld?

Was it meant to be a compliment?

I need a private investigator.

I want a referral.

That's easy.

A friend of mine had problems with her husband.

To prove the affair, she hired a detective.

-Was he good? -Very good.

Excellent. The best.

So... It's perfect.

Give me his contact.

I'll call him.

I'll schedule a meeting for as soon as possible.

Listen to me, Ariel.

-Do you know what you need? -What?

You need beautiful people in this place. It'll take off.

-With beautiful people. -That's it!

Hi, beautiful people.

Percy...

There were beautiful people.

Fanny ended up selling the agency,

went to Europe, to Paris, with a hot guy.

Who did she sell it to?

Some woman I don't know.

Know what? Talk to Visky.

He's still a booker. He can get you some models.

Pay him. Make a deal.

That's a good idea! I can pay per head.

-If he accepts it. -See?

Look who is here.

-She came to visit you. -My love!

Hi, love.

Laila.

What's up? I didn't know you were back.

I came to solve my inheritance. I've had some troubles.

But I'll work it out.

Ariel, really, I hope this works out!

It will.

I invested everything. Or I'm screwed.

I hope your thing works too.

It will.

-Bye. -Bye.

Come, my love.

Check it out.

One day, it will be yours.

Do you want it?

I don't want it. Do you know what I need?

Here.

Really?

11-YEAR-OLD DIES BABYSITTER IS INVOLVED

Giovanna?

Cristiano.

You said you had a blue car. Where is it?

Many people don't like me.

I've caught unfaithful husbands,

corrupt businessmen... I was a policeman.

I still am, actually.

It's a long story. I'm on leave.

Let's start from the beginning.

Cristiano, nice to meet you.

Giovanna Ticiano.

I want you to prove my father was murdered.

Find the unfound body. Make Angel pay

for what she did.

Who's Angel?

The murderer.

According to her, the body fell into the ocean.

Want in?

Let's talk price.

I won't even bargain. I pay you full time.

You work exclusively for me.

A fortune is at stake. Just name your price.

I'm not here to steal your money.

But I need elements, evidence...

Clues. Are there any clues?

You said he fell into the ocean.

Where's the boat? Was it sold?

No. My mother handled it.

We can't sell the boat or anything

until we prove he died.

He was in Angra when he fell.

Is the boat in Angra?

My mom has a house in Guarujá and left it at the yacht club.

Can we get a helicopter?

We can go there and see where to start.

One phone call, and it starts the engines.

Listen.

I'll call a forensics expert. You need to pay her.

I said money is not a problem here.

There's a huge inheritance at stake.

My mom can help.

Just poor people complain about money.

I like this one.

I don't like it.

I love it. Include it.

Love it. Love it.

-Take it to Blanche's room, hon. -You got it.

Angel...

You came.

I couldn't believe when you called.

-I've missed you! -Legend!

Come. I'll show you everything.

You are gorgeous.

Gorgeous, gorgeous.

A ray of sunshine.

-It's more like rain. -Don't say that.

Lights on for the queen!

Sit there.

-Here? -Yes. Sit on your throne.

I know. I know. I am so sorry.

I thought of going to the funeral.

Maybe I could find a farm boy, a strong one for me.

-I need to talk to you. -Of course.

You married, vanished...

You spent years away from someone who loves you,

this girl here.

See?

The agency has a new owner, is doing great,

and we have the best models.

I am the best of the best bookers in the market.

-Let's meet them? -Let's!

So come.

Friends, friends...

Look who's here.

The supreme and wonderful Angel.

Her runways were the best!

-I wasn't born yet. -Chiara, snake.

Don't be bad and cocky.

You're only here because of your blue eyes.

Angel, we have quotas for everything now.

Visky alone fits for all the gays.

-Snake. -Bitch.

Slut.

Blue bird.

Hi, Angel.

Hi, Lourdeca. How are you?

You got married and rich...

You forgot the poor.

Ignore her. Come to my office.

-We have no privacy here. -Nice to meet you all!

I forgot how tall you are. My neck hurts.

So you want to come back.

Yes, I do.

I knew it as soon as I got your call.

You only looked for me for help. I should be offended.

-Visky. -Coffee?

Please.

Gui only left me debts.

I have no money even to raise our son.

Things have changed.

We changed buildings.

Fanny sold the agency to a woman called Blanche.

She had a smaller agency and joined Fanny's.

Blanche knows well how to preserve her treasure,

this little girl here.

Lourdeca is here too.

She is a weight we carry.

She's good with contracts, payments...

Lucky her.

What would the whale do? Swim in the sea?

Don't say that!

Angel, be real.

Blanche rules here now.

You can only stay if she wants you.

So tell me...

-How can I talk to her? -I'll ask her to see you.

Treat Blanche well, very well, and it will all work out.

As two plus two equals 22.

Lourdeca, what time does Blanche arrive?

-I'm not your assistant. -I know,

but can't you help me?

So tell me who got my stuff from the locker.

I don't know, my dear...

What a noise!

Is it a party?

Stylish and mighty!

I'm glad you're here. Look who's here.

Angel...

this is Blanche "la belle,"

the agency owner.

My dear, can you see the lovely Angel?

You have the height, beauty...

Why did you quit your career?

I got married.

But I lost my husband.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Queen, she is splendid. Sit here, Angel.

Visky, slow down.

Let me see her for myself.

Angel...

You know how it works.

You get paid for work.

Since I bought the agency, there is a lot of work.

Runways, photos,

commercials, events...

But you know...

a model like you here...

must do everything, get it?

Are you willing?

Deputy Ramos, thank you for coming.

It's important if there's anything for forensics.

I could not refuse. After all, we are old friends.

What are you doing?

This is luminol.

It's a substance we use in forensics.

It detects blood even in places that were washed thoroughly.

There's lots of blood, Cris.

Everything points to a crime here.

I knew it.

It could only be my father's blood.

Wait.

We need to get samples and take them to the lab

to see if there's a DNA sequence.

-Can I already report Angel? -No.

Blood doesn't prove anything.

But maybe this can help.

A projectile.

A bullet.

The bullet that killed my father.

I knew it.

My father really was murdered.

Everything? What do you mean by "everything"?

You know, my love.

I guess you know the "pink book."

I know it.

Do you have anything against it?

I've done it, but I didn't want to do it again.

I have a son and a respectable life.

I'm sorry.

You have potential to shine even more than before.

But the customers will ask to know you better.

I can't deny them and make them upset.

-If you don't want it... -She does.

-Visky. -Angel.

You knew what was coming.

You have a son to support. Accept it.

Princess.

Don't suffer, honey.

Many ladies in society have done the "pink book."

Do you have a portfolio?

The model one, with photos?

Her portfolio is outdated, but I'll handle it.

I can't pay. I'm having problems.

Don't worry. I'll handle the photographer.

Queen, I am so glad you accepted Angel back.

I thank you, my toy.

-She's so pretty. -Isn't she?

Angel...

You'll be valued.

-Visky. -Me.

Include her in Betty's fashion show.

-A fashion show? -It's a fancy one.

It will be in a few days.

But, queen, it's already defined.

If I say I want Angel, Betty will accept.

-How exciting! -I need one photo

-to show her your profile. -You got it.

Angel...

you'll get paid well.

It's a start.

Welcome to my agency!

I love it!

Take a picture to show Betty.

I've got the phone. Come, my love.

Look at me! There.

Bad face. Look at me.

Despise me.

See it, queen.

How pretty!

That's it.

There.

-Awesome. -Bad face. Sideways.

This is the proof I needed to put the murderer in jail.

It's not that simple.

Mr. Ramos, thanks again for coming.

Don't worry.

We will use the projectile in the investigation

into Alexandre Ticiano's death.

I don't get it. She found lots of blood.

Yes.

Luminol revealed it.

Blood, bullet...

What else is needed to prove he was murdered on this boat?

Calm down.

It's not that simple.

We first need to prove it's your father's blood.

Then we need to find more evidence.

-But you take the job, right? -Of course I do.

The blood and bullet are more than enough to reopen the case.

I'll take it.

We'll prove Angel is guilty.

Say hello to our new model.

-Hello. -Welcome back, Angel!

-Thanks. -Congratulations.

If you need anything...

If she does, she can ask me. Okay? Okay!

Come here, Angel. Let me introduce you.

Guys, this is Angel.

Joseph, if Blanche finds out you hit on Angel,

she will send her away.

Or are you and Blanche in a bad phase that I don't know?

Tell me. If you are, I am first in line.

What line, man?

Are you teasing me? I'll slap you.

Try it. I may like it.

Angel, come. Let's take care of your life.

Bye. Thank you.

-I thought we'd not take off. -30 minutes and we'd get stuck.

We must talk about the bullet, the investigation and blood.

-What about dinner? -Dinner?

-Do you have something better? -Turn up the music.

We need to schedule the portfolio photos.

But for after the fashion show.

Do you still live far away, or you've left country life?

I got a small flat here.

It's a tiny box.

But I can pay it with the rent from my grandma's apartment.

And I thought you were doing great...

I don't want to brag, but I got better.

I got an apartment. It's a mortgage.

But one day it will be mine.

I'm glad.

I'm moving here soon.

I just have to figure out how to get a couch, bed, oven...

I'm even blocked from taking furniture from my house.

And you can't model living far away.

-The pink book goes late. -Don't say it so loud.

-They will hear it. -So what, my cupcake?

Everyone does stuff here.

I don't do that because no one would pay.

Sometimes I think I'm a fat girl.

Do you think my love handles are big?

Do you want a piece of cake?

No.

I had to pay three months of deposit.

I am so broke that I have to sell my car.

Angel, my dear,

don't you trust your girlfriends?

I can lend you money.

Is Visky so rich that she is lending money?

I use my credit card.

I can help you choose the furniture.

And I will even get hot guys to help arrange the flat.

I can't thank you enough

for everything you're doing for me.

What matters is that it will be beautiful.

You can pay me later.

Cupcake.

What's going on?

I don't want to do pink book again.

I don't.

I believed in love, in living as a family...

You know?

Oh, my love...

You must do it for your son.

For your son.

Yes.

It's for Fabi.

It's for him that I'll do it again.

.