A Guerra dos Rocha Page #3

- Where is the bathroom?

- It's upstairs.

Go, go.

I'm so worried with

my grandma, Abilinho.

Do you think it's really her?

I think she's up to something.

Help, open up.

Open this door.

They are destroying my house.

We have to get out of here.

Before they find my hiding place.

Don't worry. No-one is going to

look under your mattress.

Mattress?

Do you think I'd put

money under the mattress?

"Pur prehaze!"

What a name for a candy.

Magro, my friend.

I know this leaf.

Me too.

It's a good stuff.

Hey, brother. This candy is crazy.

As they say,

- it's "bueno".

- "bueno".

What? What is it?

Help me to get up here.

Wait, be careful, go.

Nono, Nono, come here, Nono.

The mailman.

- Hel...

- Quiet.

Are you crazy, don't yel.

Two old ladies,

undefended.

Let's put this there.

Maybe he went there,

in the back.

While we were fighting,

mom...

a disaster like that makes

us to think a lot.

Sir, Sir, Sir, Sir.

Oh, My God.

By this time Cesar might be

on his 5th sedative.

A news like that,

he won't take it.

You're so hot.

Only I know that.

Hold me tight, hold me tight.

Do anything with me, Cesar.

Tell me something?

If Pupi goes to jail.

Will you take care of me?

We'll talk about it after the trial.

Come, hottie.

Come? Come?

Jesus Christ.

My God, I'm not seeing that.

- Oh, that's outrageous

- What?

It should have a witness, Nono.

What?

- I'm not delirious, am I, Nono?

- No.

What I saw is real, right?

Yes, you saw it.

You did, and so did I.

What a shame.

Now it's been proven who's

the b*tch in this family,

it's Paola.

And Marcos is a cuckold.

Oh, poor man.

He thinks he's the best.

All stuck up and cuckold.

And by a brother.

Listen, Nono.

It's polite,

when a friend is suffering, as I am,

the other shouldn't

increase the pain.

But if you want to talk about

my family,

I think I can do the same.

Because your son it's

not better than mine.

What?!

You didn't even know Cassiano.

How could you say something?

Oh, but it's not me who is talking.

Everybody is.

- And you know that.

- What?

Your boy was always fragile,

always weird,

a little...

feminine,

a flower.

And you know that, because you made

him to get married,

- and he gave up.

- What did he give?

What did he give?

Don't make me laugh.

If my son is cuckold,

yours is a cock sucker.

Repeat that?

Repeat what you just said?

He's a queen, a queer.

He's a fag, gay.

And you know that.

All I know is that

you're an old liar.

A crazy old lady.

A story maker.

- Me?

- Yes.

Get out of my house.

I'm the crazy one?

How can I get out of here?

We're stuck inside this bathroom.

Stuck in this unbearable acquaintance.

See what women are like? By the time

they get older they fight even more.

It's your fault!

You started it.

- Me?

- Yes, you did.

- Insolent.

- You're insolent.

Who is inside my house

arguing with me.

You're stupid,

but you saved me.

Because I can't take anymore

of her.

- I'm going to sue you.

- Let's calm down.

We've came at peace.

- Cock Sucker

- Me?

- Cuckold

What?

What?

Oh, no, mom.

It can't be.

But it's true, darling.

Believe me.

Life is like this.

She's in a better place.

She's rested.

We have to keep things going.

Keep up with the preparation of your

birthday party, next week.

- Prepare...

- Mom, Are you crazy?

My grandma just died.

And you're talking about a party?

Enough!

I hate you.

- Bebel.

- Let me go.

My left arm...

it's paralyzing.

Julia, bring me my sublingual medicine.

Ouch, I just hit, sh*t.

It looks like you liked it.

What is happening to me?

I can't remember mom's face, Marcos.

A friend of mine had the same problem.

She had to put her mother's picture

on the grave so she could remember her.

Paola, please, Paola.

It would be better if you just be quiet.

Well, soon they will deliver

Mrs. Dina's body.

We have to call everyone.

I thought I was going to give a party.

Now I have to prepare this

house to a death-watch.

We don't want any old ladies

fighting in here.

Hey, you.

Let's eat candies.

What kind of candies are those?

"Bueno"

What's that?

It all started with a bread machine,

a modern machine that

they add everything...

My God, a devil's machine.

Flour,

baking powder,

water, and then it starts

to bum, bum, bum...

It exploded on everyone's face.

On Carol's face.

She took a skillet

to protect herself.

- I want more candy.

- Cool, grandma.

It's the best stuff.

Look, son.

Grandma, it's your f***ing mother.

More candy, and less intimacy.

I'm hungry.

Hey you, Mr. Refrigerator.

This is a robbery.

Hey, Mr. Refrigerator, do

whatever they want.

Do not react. Do not react.

- Hey, Magro. Lasagna, Dude.

- No, no.

In this house nobody touches the stove.

Really? Why?

Shaman Fire-Holder told me that.

Why is that?

Don't be a party-pooper.

You could've put it under the mattress.

It would've been more...

What's that?

I want more candy.

Candy.

Let's use these pile of papers

that your mom sent.

Look how nice.

Look, she's sent a lot of papers.

Look.

Julia, what a horrible thing.

We've came to say good-bye

to our beloved friend.

Go there, Nair. Do your best.

She is a wonderful make-up artist.

She came to make Diva looks wonderful.

Diva has to look like...

a princess.

Leda brought a beautiful dress

that Diva loved.

- Show it, Leda, Show the dress.

- Show it.

Show it, Leda.

I don't think this dress

will be appropriated.

Girls, Neide, Jurema, come here.

Come and check this out.

Where did they do to her face?

Were you close friends?

Friends in the childhood,

lovers in the youth,

then she got married, we lost

contact, and when we got back

this disaster happens.

But you...

What's your name?

- Vicente Moratorio.

- He's the bakery's owner.

Cesar,

Cesar,

I think he was f***ing our mother.

I'm going to put some music on.

They've forgot about the lasagna.

The stove is safe.

Well. Let's start

now the press conference.

One question at a time.

- I'd like to have a look at the...

- Attention.

Action.

No, no, no, no, no.

Why this bunch of reporters to

interview you?

It looks like you've

died, Marcos Vinicius.

That's what I was thinking?

Who brought up all these people?

Your popularity.

- Look Julia, you really...

- Sir, Sir...

Watch it, Sir. Leave it alone.

It's good for your image.

Specially now with your trial.

You have to agree with me,

a mother's death will get you

around 300 thousand votes.

But a fight during the death-watch,

can cost you around 100 thousand.

That's right. Specially here

with these people.

You're completely exposed.

You can't answer anything.

These people?

Am I these people? Funny,

This afternoon you seemed not to

have a problem with these people.

This horrible house.

Leave it Pupi. I'll help

you to defend yourself.

Cesar, what was that with Paola?

Look, don't even start, Julia.

Don't start.

If I'm not enough for you

it's because someone

is talking my place.

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