A Guerra dos Rocha Page #2

No, Marcondes.

The best thing you do is to be quiet.

Julia, Cesar, open up!

Let's get out from this dreadful place.

It's not that bad.

I was raised in here.

But you left.

If you liked here you would've stayed.

Let's get out of here.

No, it's not that bad.

- It's open.

No, no way.

I won't take it, anymore.

- It's our mom, do you remember?

Yes, it's OURS.

You're the one with more money.

What?

No, no, no, no, no.

Don't even think about it.

I have a young son. I've been with

her much more then what we've agreed.

- It's your turn, Marcos.

No, she was with me, once.

- No, it's Cesar's turn.

- It's been years...

it was before you got married

to Paola, Marcos.

I know. Why doesn't Cesar gives back

mom's house,

and find him his own?

What she'd do here alone?

Drag chain?

- No way.

He is useless, useless.

Where is he?

Hey, Marcelo.

I still don't know what

you are good for?

I'm NOT good for your gang.

That's for sure.

- Don't talk to me like that.

- We're in family.

Do you want me to take care of it?

Do you?

- Not yet.

- What a family.

Which of you once worried about mom?

This Marcos...

He is packed with money.

What has he done for her?

Or for anyone in this family?

Altruism was never a Marcos feature.

He's been like that since ever.

He's gave a car.

A cute one.

He did. But he'll take it back

as soon as he needs it.

He does nothing for free.

Hey you, I think it's good...

for you to watch it.

'Cause I'm about to loosing it.

I haven't worked hard my whole

life to support lazybones,

and to be confronted like this.

Worked hard?

You never did that.

But Cesar, otherwise...

Work even on Saturday mornings

to support this family.

Ungrateful.

Ungrateful children.

This is not happening.

I have to work, guys.

- Paola, go make some salad.

Paola, stay put.

- Stay.

- She is not your maid.

- No, she is not.

- Go make some salad.

But Pupi told not to do it.

Didn't you hear it?

My God.

What should I do?

You're annoying me.

Turn your claws to your husband.

You, watch your words.

She has a husband.

A sick one.

Always sick.

I wonder who takes care of you.

Dina!

Dina!

What?

What happened?

- Tea?

- What?

Respect my wife, you scum.

- Dear Sir, Dear Sir.

- Pupi.

My God.

It's becoming a tragedy.

What was it?

What is it?

I can see a car.

- Something happened

- What happened?

- It might be an accident.

- There's always someone dying in here.

That's horrible.

It's dangerous.

There's nothing we can do.

Hey, where is mom?

Marcelo.

Where are you going?

I'm going home to check

if mom is there.

Okay, okay.

Okay, okay, I see.

My driver left her at Marcelo's house.

She is not in there.

I've talked to everyone,

nobody saw her.

Did the driver waited for her

to get in?

He should do that. That's the rule.

We can't leave an old lady

alone on the streets.

Really? What have you done to her...

other than leaving her on the streets?

This is her house, do you know that?

You've left her on the streets like a beggar.

- As a, a...

- A homeless, sir, a homeless.

Right, a homeless. And now you're

accusing Dear Sir.

It's too much, it's too much.

Too much is to hear your

voice in this house.

One more word and I'll kick you out.

You can pamper you Dear Sir,

but respect my husband.

What is happening dad?

Hello! Hi

Hi, Ms. Clovis.

Look, something came up and I'll have...

Hello!

Hello!

He hung up.

I've got an idea. Let's search for her.

- For who?

- Your grandma, she disappeared, Bebel.

Bebel, I'll let my baby with you.

Everything he needs is inside

this purse. Take care of him.

Okay.

I'm going to take care of your baby.

Thank you, darling.

Thank you.

Bilinho.

Come here?

My mom is out.

Oh, no, no.

I'm not going to hang up.

So, you're sure about that.

No old lady, around 80, is in here?

Old people is what we have the most.

If you want to check for yourself...

you can even choose one.

She's not here, too.

This is the last near hospital.

Excuse me.

I think it's better for

us to wait at home.

- What is it, Cesar?

- I hate hospitals.

Do you know how many

germs are in here

waiting for someone to pass by?

Do you know.

Under control, Sir.

Under control.

Senator Marcos Vinicius Rocha.

Is he in here for surrender?

Please, Sir.

Lady, Mam.

Here is a thing, officer.

My mom, an 80 years old lady,

is missing.

We'd like to have your discreet

and prompt help.

Poor thing, officer.

So, Mr. Marcos Vinicius,

we can only consider a missing person

after 48 hours.

I had to heat everything up again.

Bebel, come.

No sign of her.

Now, it's up to God.

What should we do?

A prayer?

Bad news comes fast.

Julia, you don't speak...

you hurt.

I have to go down, my mom is calling.

- Wait, Bebel.

- I really have to.

Otherwise she'll go crazy.

Your mom is not going to go crazy.

She IS crazy.

Julia thinks she is elegant.

Imagine if she wasn't.

I'm facing the facts.

When someone at this age disappears,

what could've happened?

But I refuse to think like that.

I don't know what I'm doing here,

I don't like Julia.

What the...

Pupi, Pupi, my expensive dress.

You, b*tch.

No phone right now.

Hello.

Hi, Mr. Clovis.

Get out. Out.

Hi, Mr. Clovis.

Hello?

Stop yelling.

Hello?

It's from the hospital.

They're asking you to go there.

It's about grandma.

Call us as soon as you get news.

Cesar, are you sure you don't

want to go? It's your mom.

We don't know it, yet.

And I've been to the hospital.

I was exposed to many germs.

Okay. We call you.

Kisses, honey.

Let's go.

She'll stay with him.

She is like him.

They'd be trouble in there.

Bye, darling. Let's go.

Dear Sir.

Oh, My God.

What is that?

Is that her face?

Dear Sir, Dear Sir.

But...

What happened to her?

She was overran.

By a truck.

That's what was left.

Is it really her?

- Dear Sir?

- It's her.

It's really her.

I'm sure. Look.

Look.

Why did I leave this happen?

Do you expect something

Got married, got Bilinho,

got sick of his wife...

hu-humm.

And left me with a grandson to raise,

Do you think it's nice?

You know, Nono,

about Cassiano, your son,

I'd prefer to be quiet about it.

Later we talk about that.

Why, Dina?

Do you know something I don't.

I do.

What?

I know how stupid we are.

Why are you saying that, Dina?

Tell me.

I'm leaving.

- I want to know, Dina.

- I need to face them.

Give me, give me your watch.

Hold it.

Hold it, hold it.

Go, go, go, go.

What's inside these boxes, Curi?

I don't know, Magro.

But I think we were luck.

Let's hide on that house.

It might be empty.

I know.

Excuse me, Ladies.

We're doing a market poll

about a new product...

- I'm not interested.

- Wait, what's the product?

This one grandma.

Get inside, inside.

- To the right.

- Where?

Seat down.

Now what?

What are we going to do with them?

The policemen are around.

Shut up, Magro.

Shut up.

I'm thinking.

The thief is thinking.

Get up, let's go.

Get up, let's go.

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