Amores Urbanos Page #3

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I could take away part of

our color scheme from here.

But it goes way beyond that.

I'm thinking pictures,

the amazing clothes they wore,

that were dusty, so we could think of

a way to treat the fabric with that dust,

anyway, the hair,

the crackle effect in the paintings,

This is all very rich for us

to base a collection on.

I understand.

I'm sorry, Manu. I'll redo it.

No, don't be sorry. I'll ask

Rodrigo to help you, alright?

I'll do the entire research for you

if you bake me an entire lemon pie

I mean that.

You don't have to do the

whole thing, I'll do it.

If you need my help, then, let me know.

Mica, my first leading role!

Congrats!

Lt'll be awesome, the

director is amazing.

Anyway, the crew is having a party

to celebrate, they are all amazing,

so let's, I don't know, have lunch,

or watch that movie you wanted to see

- Yes!

- Maybe go to the park, let's celebrate!

- Right now? Oh, I can't, babe.

- Oh, really? Alright, then.

That's alright. Well, I just wanted to

come here and share the news.

Well, I'll talk to

you later, then.

I'm going to a vintage shop

to see if I find something

Bye. I love you.

Hi.

I'm here.

I can see that.

I wanted to see you.

See the crew, the place...

Sure.

Really cool.

Sure, Micaela. Have fun,

have a drink.

They'll play the series preview

on that big screen.

Alright?

Bye.

- Hi.

- How are you?

- How are you? I'm glad you came.

Sarah, Enzo.

- Hi. You guys make a beautiful couple.

- We don't date anymore.

Is this gipsy?

How do you know this is gipsy?

C'mon, Julia, I don't know.

That's not the point.

It doesn't have to be gipsy,

it's a reference research.

Of the gipsy world.

Yes, but it can have just a

touch of gipsyness, get it?

A gipsy pefrume

With a fashion sense, of course.

Ro, let's go.

Sh*t, Mica, you f***ed it all up.

It was a work party, you shouldn't have

come without letting me know first.

What was your ex-boyfriend doing there?

He knows the writer, and he is friends

with friends, so he decided to go.

- You invited him?

- He decided to go, Mica.

You didn't invite me

but you invited him?

Exactly, I didn't invite

you and you went.

And you shouldn't have done it.

That's not how things are.

There is a time for everything.

The world doesn't revolve around you.

Did it ever occur to you that maybe

I was upset that you didn't invite me?

And the fact that you're upset

is an excuse to do whatever you want.

Hi, Maria Eduarda.

Hi, Diego.

Wow, you guys. The air is so thick in here.

You treated me as if I was your... pal.

I didn't know what to do. How to act.

Right. You were in your world, with your

friends, your real life, and I ruined it.

You treated me as if I was nobody.

Micaela, quit it. Stop pressuring me.

Can't you see that the more you push,

the more defensive I get?

We've been dating for a year, Eduarda.

A year, and I still don't

know your friends.

And you won't know them.

What?

Not like this, pushing things

to happen in your time.

There is also my time, you know?

- Yes, and I respect that.

- No, you don't.

It was disrespectful to come to the party

without asking, without telling me first.

I'm still processing everything,

processing our story.

- Still processing our story? Wow.

- Yes.

Diego forgot his keys in the door, again.

Hi, Duda.

Hi, I was about to leave.

- No, you're staying here.

- I've had enough, Micaela.

We'll talk some other time.

- Bye, Julia.

- Bye.

I don't want to know what you think.

What's that?

Diego said he felt lousy and needed to eat,

so I'm making an apple pie.

I'm never drinking again.

Your mother called.

So you did pick up the f***ing phone.

- It has something to do with your father.

- You picked up the f***ing phone!

You never told me about your parents.

Get out, Micaela.

- I just want to tell you something.

- I don't give a f*** about them.

Can anyone tell me what's going on?

He's not doing well.

- So what?

- How bad is it?

She didn't say.

She said you should call her.

It could be serious, Di.

She wanted you to forgive him

because he doesn't have much time left.

F*** him.

Well, I did my part.

Hi, where's the apple pie?

Wait a second.

Mica just said your father's

dying and this is how you react?

Sorry, I won't keep quiet.

My parents also get on my nerves but...

They get on your nerves, Julia, how cute.

They get on your nerves.

They bought you an apartment.

So what?

They spent the last ten

years paying even for Hat

Designing School for their

undecisive daughter.

They seem really annoying, Julia.

I'm just saying we don't

have a pefrect relationship.

Because you're a spoiled brat.

Oh, so now you're going to exclude

everyone from your life.

I'm not excluding anyone.

Shut your mouth, Julia.

Okay.

My father kicked

me out when I was 16.

Told me to live the trashy life

I chose for myself away from him.

Only because I was making out

with a guy at school,

And the bitchy teacher saw it

and told everyone else.

When I met Mica, I was cleaning toilets

and living in her girlfriends' maid room.

Because of that son of a b*tch,

I never finished high school.

My dad couldn't care less if I would

make it in the city without any money.

And now I couldn't care less about him.

If he's alive, if he died...

it makes no difference.

And if you try to tell me something,

I'll never speak to you again.

I'll start slicing the apples.

Yes, you can let him up.

Luan

Luan, open the door. I miss you.

I don't want to fight anymore.

Luan

You have to change.

Or try, at least.

Or at least say that I'll try, right?

I'll try, babe, I'll try to change.

You're a pain in the ass.

There are too many colors here.

I need to choose six to dye the fabrics.

Okay. Fine. I'll redo it.

I thought you wanted many colors.

Don't worry, I'll do it in a second.

Julia, come here. Sit down. Let's talk.

I've been meaning to do this.

I think you're uneasy, uncomfortable

it's just not working out.

And the time we've spent...

we've lost, to explain

things, and redo things...

it's just not working out, Julia.

But, Manu, I like it here.

I like fashion, I like your work

and I want to stay here.

That's great. I like your pies too,

but I don't know how to make them.

Think about that.

Stay. Have dinner with me.

We're always hiding.

I don't know who we're hiding from.

Or why.

Hiding? Mica, I'm not

hiding from anyone.

I think it's corny to think

"I'm gay, I have to come out"

I don't have to do anything.

I know who I am, who you are.

You know who I am and how I feel about you.

I am a hell of a girlfriend. I know it.

Maybe.

But I can't do this anymore.

Not this way.

How are you?

- I quit my job.

- Really?

Yeah.

It wasn't working out, I don't know.

She's changing things

and I don't really fit in.

I decided to leave.

- What?

- You quit or you got fired?

A little bit of both.

What?

What what?

Ever since Diego said I was spoiled,

I can't stop thinking about it.

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