All language subtitles for Verdades Secretas S02E05

Angel.

-Angel.
-What happened?

You deserve better.

Someone tried to get in.

I shouldn't have
brought you here.

I don't know what happened.
I'd never done this before.

Let's go?

-Let's.
-Everything ok?

Yes, it is.

I got a call
and am calling back,

but nobody answers.

CALLING...

We're here.

You're home.

So I'll go.
I'm dying to see my son...

Fabrício.

What?

-What's that look on your face?
-It's nothing.

You are...

You're sweet.

Have dinner with me
tomorrow.

Listen, Cris. We need to talk
about what happened.

Okay? I'm not so...

-available.
-I can imagine.

We had a crazy moment,
didn't we?

A connection.

We...

had a flame.

Not "had." We have it.

Have dinner with me.
Please, say yes.

Let's do it this way.

What if I come tomorrow
and call when I arrive?

We have to talk
and get to know each other.

I want that. You want it.

Right?

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow...

I thought
you'd arrive sooner.

I can explain.

What I saw, Cristiano,
you and Angel...

Does it need
any explanation?

I like your puppy eyes.

I didn't want to hurt you.
That's it.

Who do you think you are

to hurt me?

Who? My prince charming
on a white horse,

coming to save me?

I loved it.

-You did?
-I did.

You and her,
in the restroom...

It'd be a great porn movie.
We should have filmed it.

It was magnificent.

That was my plan.

It was always
for you to get closer to Angel

until she gave you clues
about my father's death.

And then you...

got intimate right away.

So you were not jealous
at all?

Jealous?

I know I'm much better
than her.

And I know Angel.

If she was all over you,
it means she believes in you.

And it's great
for our investigation.

So you knew I...

would feel
something for Angel?

Yes, I'd say yes.

I always knew you'd fall
for that kind and pure face.

My plan is working.

Let's celebrate!

Cheers!

Please, let's stop now.
Let's stop.

Just one more.

-Let's stop. I want to go home.
-You'll go home soon.

No!

I don't want it.

I don't want it.

Percy?

I was an asshole yesterday.

I drank and I decided
to try a molly.

I felt so sick, Angel, so sick.
You can't imagine.

But don't think I'm crazy.
I was...

I was excited
to see you.

You wanted to celebrate.

I wanted to celebrate
and it went badly for me.

Listen.

Let's have lunch?

Come to the pool.

I brought my son

for some exams
that he needs,

and they're very invasive.

After this, I have
to take care of my boy.

Fine. Of course.

If it's about your son,
I get it.

We talk later.

Fine.

See you.

Did you wake up late, son?

I didn't sleep.

Are you feeling well?

No.

I'm not feeling well,
but it isn't physical.

Good.

I saw everything yesterday.

I tried to help,
but you sent me out.

I heard him beating you.
Look at your face.

I bumped into the door.

Mom.

I know he hit you. Admit it.

You're bruised.
Call the police.

-Let's report Nicolau.
-No, I won't.

Will you keep
getting beaten?

-I have no choice.
-Let's get away from here.

Let's get away.

We can figure it out.

You have no courage, do you?

You disappoint me.

You only disappoint me.

Honey,

even if I call the police,

even if he's arrested,
where would we go?

His ex-wife might try
to take my house.

She wants it,

because she's still married
to him on paper.

Open the door.

Open the door, Lara.

So you'll keep
getting beaten?

It was much less before.
He's nervous with you here.

Calm down.

-It'll get better.
-Why doesn't he like me?

Lara, we have to talk.

Sit here.

Sit down.

Nicolau and I were dating
and were going to get married.

I met your father
and became crazy about him.

I didn't know he was
already married. Get it?

I went back to Nicolau,

and by then,
Nicolau had married.

When he looked at you,
he got angry.

Angry with me?
I'd never done anything to him.

You're the living proof that
he was left for another man.

The best thing I did was
to put you in a boarding school.

You had food, you studied,

and Guilherme helped
pay for it.

What if Gui hadn't died?

But he did.

Nicolau is a prosthetist.
He assists a dentist.

He doesn't make much,
but he puts food on the table.

He'll get used to you.
He will.

Then...

I will keep selling my clothes,
and you, honey,

you'll go back to school.

Mom, listen.

I was looking online
these past few days,

and I saw
some fashion shows.

Angel is back to modeling
and is shining on the runways.

I could also be a model.
Everyone says I'm pretty.

How will you be a model?

I read the article.
An agency did the show.

If I go there,
won't they want me,

like they wanted Angel?

Stop dreaming.

Stop it. Accept our reality.

Accept it.

Do I have to accept
you being beaten?

Is that it?

At least there'll be
food on the table.

Get over it. I have already.

It hurts...

but I can take it.

God...

Water, please.

You did a good job, Visky.

I'm wonderful.

I'm an awesome promoter.

It's good money.

But I want more.

Bring more pretty women,
and you'll get more.

I'll pack that shack.

It's not a shack.

There's no shack.
Control yourself.

But it's fine.

We're still partners.

He's paying.

Explain it to me.

Why do they all
look so down?

They had to come
to renew the portfolio.

Hairdressers, makeup artists,
photographers...

-Everyone will come.
-Will it be monster style?

Shut up! I'm the booker.
I know what I'm doing.

And you work
in the administration.

Excuse me.

I'll see the lingerie shoot
in the studio.

I can inspire them
with sexy poses.

My blood is made
of sparkles.

And I'll hand these reports
to the queen.

And I'll let her know
you're out of your mind.

Look at you.

You're sexy like a cow.

You pig.

I feel bad for this comparison.
Poor pigs.

They don't deserve
to be compared to you.

What can I do
if your thighs are not tight?

I'll sue you for fatphobia.
I'm warning you.

And I'll sue you
for homophobia.

Lourdeca, come here.

You won't tell the queen
everyone is tired, will you?

I'm not a snitch.

I'm not like you.

Did you know Visky
danced with heels?

I did and I was great.

One of these days,
you'll fall off the heels

and will be a wreck.

-I want to be there to see it.
-Envious bitch!

I need you to check some reports
and sign some papers.

-Really?
-Too many papers, right?

Joseph,

the photographer
is in the studio

taking the plus-size
lingerie photos.

Visky wants you all
to take new pictures...

for the portfolio.

I think you should go.

I know, Lourdeca. I'm going.

But I think the photos
won't come out so well.

What's the matter?

I don't know exactly
what happened,

because I like staying home.

I wake up early
and am here on time.

But they all pulled
an all-nighter.

Visky took
everyone out to a club

for an open-bar event.

Visky did it on a weekday?

I hate getting involved,

but it's bad for the models
to be in such terrible shape.

After all, the agency
is all about image.

Image is everything.

I think, after hearing talk
here and there,

that Visky made money
being a promoter.

There, I said it.

You rocked, girl.

Vitória.

-Do I look good, Visky?
-You're beautiful.

Beautiful as a pie.

-A pie?
-Yes, hon.

It's a compliment.

Seeing a pie
is mouth-watering.

Girl, you were fatphobic.

Pardon.

Cupcake.

Blanche.

You're in trouble.

-Your highness.
-I know everything.

Everything, what?

You took the models out
last night.

Result? They're wrecked.

They can't do close-ups.

I mean, you're wrecked too.
Your eyebags are like a panda.

A panda? Ouch!

Your highness,

I just wanted to help
a friend, Ariel.

-He opened a night club.
-What, Ariel?

-Yes, Ariel.
-Night club?

Yes.

Funny. I met someone
with that same name.

-It must be him.
-This is him.

That's him.

I met him
at the cocktail party.

He invited me
to stop by the club.

But I'm not a woman
who just stops by.

Radar is the place!
You should see it.

The lights are so good there,
nobody sees the wrinkles.

I have no wrinkles,

traitor.

My muse,
they're just expression lines.

Bibelot,

do you confirm you took
the models to the club?

I confirm it.

But it was out of solidarity
to Ariel.

-I'm a good girl. I helped.
-You got paid. I know it.

-Me?
-Yes, don't lie.

I got paid.

You?

Come in.

I told you
we'd see each other later.

Do you want
something to drink?

Beer.

I wasn't...

I wasn't expecting you.
Sorry.

I'm not even put together.
Why didn't you call?

For you.

My apologies
for showing up like this,

without warning.

I can't accept it.

Sorry. The house is a mess.

Fabi's toys...
I didn't have time to...

-I didn't know...
-Don't worry.

Go out with me tonight.

We got along so well...

It's hard to find people
that have a real connection

with me.

I want to see you... always.

Stop it.

Have I scared you?

Are you scared
of my fantasies?

Percy, I want to tell you
I'm an innocent girl...

but I've been through
so much in life...

I know of other men

who have
desires like you, but...

-But?
-I guarantee you

none of them...

was so...

pleasant.

I was desperate.
My son needed exams.

I have no health insurance.

I wanted to avoid
mixing dates and money.

I don't think there should
be money instead of feelings.

But feelings can be there.

The way you like it...

feelings can't enter.

-Percy.
-Keep this bracelet.

As a gift.

-Percy.
-Don't insist...

on giving it back.

Please, I insist.

What are you saying?

-It's gone bad.
-What's gone bad, Visky?

The queen found out.

Will she forbid you
to bring the girls?

-No. She wants to talk to you.
-About what?

No idea. There's still hope,
since she wants to talk to you.

You have to schedule
and come to the agency.

Fine. Just name the time.

Ariel, now it all
depends on you.

Be seductive
and work it out.

Seductive?

I felt something
when she talked about you.

Make her heart race, man.

Hey, girl.

Honey.

Listen.

-If there's a way you can...
-Don't worry.

-If I can, I'll talk about you.
-Fine.

I'll take a quick shower.

Go.

Have I told you today
that I love you?

No.

Neither today nor yesterday.

Ok?

I love you so much.

-I love you.
-Always.

You invited me to lunch
to complain about the boy?

I did.
Blanche, he was too...

Too professional.

Betty, it was blue book.
It's professional.

I know,
I know it's professional.

But there should be...

a little feeling.

I felt like a lobster
on a plate.

You need a steady one.

Steady?

Maybe.

I'll think about it.

A boy for me,
whenever I want...

Maybe it's a good idea,
a dream.

MEETING WITH ARIEL.
1:25 PM.

What's up?
Do you have an appointment?

Ariel...

He has a club.
I met him at your party.

-Ariel?
-Yes.

God! I've known him
for a long time.

He's handsome.

But I never
made out with him.

Are you interested in him?

We scheduled a meeting
at the agency,

a professional one.

Professional?
Ok, Blanche Labelle.

I know you.

Listen. I'll tell you.

-You're being an amateur.
-Amateur?

Yes, amateur.

You scheduled it
at the agency?

No. Take him
to your apartment.

At the agency,
it'll only be professional.

Listen. When the meeting starts,
send me a message.

I'll call you.
Pretend to talk to me.

Then say I scheduled
an emergency meeting.

Reschedule him for a dinner.

And dinner will be
at your place.

And you, my dear,

will be the dessert.

Chiara.

-What?
-You look like a ghost.

Just heavy makeup to get rid
of the eye puffs.

Now you look like an alien.

-It's done here.
-Great!

May the makeup saints
help us.

Tell me. What happened?
You look angry.

-What happened?
-I am angry.

I was terribly
betrayed by Joseph.

-By Joseph?
-Yes.

-How?
-I was making extra as promoter,

and he told Blanche
about the club.

But that's not like him.
He is no gossiper.

-Do you think so?
-Sure. He's a good guy.

So who was it?

Who else here knew about
your work at the club?

It could only be...

Lourdeca.

I know you always
come here to eat everything

and not spend much.

You like fancy places,
and you're here?

I am fancy.

I want to know, Lourdeca,

why you told Blanche
I was making extra as promoter?

I was worried about the models
looking terrible.

I did it for
the good of the agency.

You did that to screw me,

you rat.

Don't mistreat me. I've always
been generous with you.

Jeez, Lourdeca...

-We even...
-Hush.

We did.

Hi, Luana.

You don't have to remind me
of that dreadful phase

in my life.

I drank too much.

I was drunk

and woke up
in those glittery sheets.

I don't want to remember.

I shiver when I think of
that hetero moment.

I'm not hungry anymore.

Will you throw the food away?
There's a whole chicken.

You can eat my chicken.
Listen to me, Lourdeca.

-I'll get my own back.
-Don't threaten me.

And pay your bill, you cow.

Pig!

Sorry, I'm just replying
to a message.

YOU CAN CALL ME NOW.
I'M WITH ARIEL.

I should be mad at you.

What have I done?

You paid my employee
to take my models

to your club.

I did.

Well, I need beautiful people
at my club.

Excuse me.

Hello.

Right now?

But...

I'm in a meeting.

I don't want to be a bother.

So he's taking the night flight
to Paris?

Honey, thank you
for fitting me in the schedule.

I'm on my way.

Fine. I'll be there
in half an hour.

Okay.

I'm so sorry. It's an important
meeting with a client...

No problem. No problem.

If you aren't
against the models...

Let's make a deal.
Have dinner with me.

Now I have to go.
I'm sorry, but...

This is my address.

Be there...

around 8:30 PM, 9 PM.
Is that ok?

Ok, but shouldn't we go
to a restaurant?

I can't make
a reservation right now.

Stop by, and we can go out
for sushi.

I'd love to talk to you.

Now I have to touch up
my makeup.

You'll forgive me one day.

There's no problem.

I hope your meeting goes well.

Thank you!

You too...
I'll see you later.

-Okay. See you later.
-I'm so sorry.

Deal! I'll select the best ones
and send it to you today.

You'll love them.

Ariel.

I heard you were here.
How was it?

I think it'll be a deal.

How great!
Have you met Lourdeca?

Don't be scared.
She's a genetic error.

Don't say that, man.

How are you?
You'll pay me for that.

-Nice to meet you.
-Let's go.

Visky,

the queen wants to see you.

I'll get back to you later,
bitch.

-We'll talk later.
-Fine. Bye.

Go. Run. Run.

I'll still see you
in the gutter.

The gutter
that you came from?

Your highness.

I need a favor, bibelot.

Say it.

Can you keep a secret?

I'm not a rat.

I...

invited Ariel for dinner.

What?

I did.

But what about Joseph?

Exactly.

Joseph goes to my apartment
every night.

I didn't have time
to get rid of him

today, when Ariel's coming.

But, my muse, are you sure you
want to hook up with Ariel?

I am.

Oh my, oh my...

You'll handle Joseph.

But he's always
fighting with me.

I'll call him now and say you'll
help him with a career plan

for him to have more work.

You'll go out with him.
He has a low alcohol tolerance.

Get him drunk.

So I'll have time
to be with Ariel,

without anyone
disturbing me.

I'm shocked.
Electrified and empowered.

Yes... Fine. Bye.

Did Joseph suspect anything?

Of course not.

I talked about career plans,

you analyzing if
he could be an actor...

You really
thought it through.

What matters is him
not leaving your home

and going to my apartment.

That's why I said
I'll have a peeling

and that I won't be
pretty enough for him.

It's always good
to resort to vanity.

Do whatever you need to do.
Don't disappoint me.

-No kidding!
-It's not official yet.

But the ballistics verified

that the bullet found
on the deck

was from the same gun
that killed Arlete's mother.

It's great for
my investigation.

It is, but wait for
the official results.

Fine. But I need to talk
to Giovanna. Let's go.

Come, come.

I have some news.

Preliminary exams,
not official ones yet,

show the bullet
from the deck

corresponds to the one
that killed Arlete's mother.

I knew it. Of course it was
the same gun. What now?

It's not enough yet.
These are clues,

but they don't prove Angel
had access to the gun.

Why not?
It's the same gun, Cristiano.

It's not enough. Patience.

We're moving
with the investigation.

By the way, I'll have dinner
with her if you don't mind.

-Tonight?
-Yep.

But tonight...

I...

made a reservation
at a restaurant

that I really wanted to try.

It's here in São Paulo,

and it's listed as one
of the world's best.

-Really?
-Really.

-I can reschedule.
-Can you reschedule?

I'm only doing it because
you asked me to be close to her.

-I'll reschedule.
-Will you?

No. No. I want you
to meet with Angel

and get something
that helps our investigation.

Ok?

Dinner meeting, Ariel?
I don't like it.

It's common.

She didn't plan anything.

An unexpected meeting
came up

with an important client,

and she sent me off.

She sent me off.
What's going on, love?

Are you jealous
of the agency owner?

Besides, she can do
everything for you.

Forget it.
I didn't think it through.

-Fine?
-Fine.

Then I'm going to the club.
Are you coming?

I can't go to the club
every night.

Well...

don't wait for me,
I'll be late.

Ok.

-Come in.
-Excuse me.

Is everything ok?

I thought you'd change your mind
and would go down

for us to look
for a restaurant.

I'm exhausted.

Meetings were long today.

I thought my apartment
would be more comfortable.

I'm making some pasta.
We'll open some wine.

-Is that ok?
-Yes, it is.

Great!
Make yourself at home.

What about the models?

We'll talk about them.
Now help me here.

I'm making
an al limone sauce.

It's my specialty.
I hope you like it.

And let's open some wine.
Can you get it there?

Listen. Don't worry.

I won't forbid the models
to go to your club.

I want them stimulated
and happy.

I'll talk to Visky.

-Where are the glasses?
-They are there.

Visky can invite them.

But let's work
on the details.

It is open bar, right?

Fine, with some
restrictions.

Main drinks and energy drinks
are on me.

-Fine?
-Fine.

Dinner, too, a basic one.
Nothing fancy.

I just don't want them wasted
with no food.

-It's worth it.
-Yes.

And you don't need to pay Visky.
You save money.

I'll keep paying Visky.

So he'll be motivated
to pack my club

with pretty girls,
and I'll make much more.

Salut!

Salut.

-Enough of kittens?
-No.

-Let's sleep?
-No.

So give me the apple.

It's not time for apples.

Give me the phone.

Let him.

I'll take care of him.

What's this, Cristiano?

A fish for your son.

-A fish?
-Yes.

He'll love it.
He doesn't have any fish yet.

Hold it. Hold it.

Where will I put it?

I don't know.
In a vase, glass...

-Do you have anything?
-I have this.

-I think it works.
-It does. Go ahead!

Do it.

No. I'll do it. Hold here.

-Oh Lord!
-Do it. Go, go, go.

-I'll kill the fish.
-Open it. That's it.

Ops.

Smart girl.

I'm a fish master.

Why aren't you ready?

Fabi had an exam today.

He had a fever.

I'm worried
about leaving him here.

I can stay here with you.

If he needs anything,
I want to be here to help.

Show him to me.

-I want him to sleep.
-I'll be quiet. Please.

-Hi.
-Hi.

He's handsome, isn't he?

Yes, he is.

He looks like an angel.

Like his mom.

Angel.

Sorry, sorry...

Wait.

Russian vodka, Visky?
What a big spender!

Ice cold. And you had
half a bottle.

We haven't even
talked about work.

It's time I left.

I was going to visit Blanche
and surprise her.

You won't leave
the open vodka bottle here.

Drink some more.

Drink it.

That's it.

It's smooth in the mouth.

Smooth, right?

You are so drunk.

The queen won't like
to see you like that.

Well...

Actually...

Actually...?

I was thinking
of something here...

What?

Is it a secret?

Tell me, please.

You know I like
to be naughty, don't you?

Naughty?

Yeah...

Joseph, don't look at me
like that.

I'm a weak girl.

And I've also had
one too many.

Maybe I should
call you a taxi.

We've been doing
this for quite some time.

We fight, but...

it's not really a fight.

I won't leave.
I'll stay right here.

Joseph...

-I could lose my job.
-Really?

Come on.

Come.

More wine?

No.

I have to go to the club.

-You do?
-Yes.

You'll leave me all alone?

I'm so needy.

Needy?

Let's have a toast
before you leave.

To what?

To...

us.

-Jeez.
-Pizza was a wonderful idea.

I wouldn't feel good
leaving my son here.

I'll kick you.

Don't. Stop it.

I like your sweeter side.

I like to see
how you love your son.

I thought tonight would be
a continuation of yesterday.

We...

would make out like crazy.

That wasn't me.

-No.
-No.

It wasn't.

This is you.

And I prefer you like this.

Would you run away with me?

Far from here.

.