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It was a tidal wave.

You'll see when it happens to you.

You haven't seen Tinho.

I miss my Tinho.

Look how handsome!

I hit the jackpot.

He's handsome.

Isn't he handsome?

Are you okay?

You'll take the bus back.

This is the conservatory.

Mr. Rafael Sidancha's

wedding present.

Thank you!

It's stunning.

The dog makes it perfect.

Isn't it nice?

If not, it's not a tragedy.

There's no tragedy.

It's beautiful.

I sense a tad of jealousy.

Come on...

- Did you change cologne?

- No.

Are you sure?

Positive.

Did you go out last night?

No, I stayed home watching movies.

- Alone?

- Yeah.

- Did you drink?

- Yeah, all alone.

- Alone?

- It's fun. You should try.

I killed the f***ing groom.

It's terrible.

A nightmare.

Time to wake up.

Are we sure it's him?

No, it's a lookalike.

They all look alike,

like Chinamen.

I killed the groom.

- She said he went to Bahia.

- He lied.

Before you nap,

come meet Father-in-law.

Smile!

To the side.

Kiss.

Lean in.

Perfect.

So these are the French friends.

Pretty as the bride,

my daughter-in-law Katia.

All well, darling?

Augusto Matos Cabral.

Chlo Lefloch.

A real pleasure.

- And you?

- Agathe Cohen.

Forgive me.

The outfit is to please my voters.

Tribute to our town's

German ancestors.

Forgive me.

- And you, my dear?

- Lily.

My sister.

Make yourselves at home.

Feel "free-for-all".

News of Tinho?

Neymar!

Augusto Jr...

your gorgeous future wife

is here with her friends.

She's worried.

Hurry up home.

We'll see you later, sir.

See you, girls.

See you soon, sir.

Politician?

He's campaigning.

Sure to win.

He's in meat too. Huge company.

O Rei da Carne, The Meat King.

Augusto Jr.,

Tinho, is next in line.

So he's the Meat Prince.

They're all named Augusto.

Father to son, for generations.

Here they are!

Hi, Dad.

Hey, sweetie.

You okay, Mom?

Nice trip?

Great!

Look at you. They really grew.

As dumb as always.

Come on!

You must be thrilled.

Overjoyed.

- Augusto is introducing us to Kaka.

- Caca?

The soccer player.

For our salon, major publicity.

We'll make a fortune!

Those idiots!

Brigit, meet the girls.

They're my childhood friends.

The kid is hideous.

I don't want her at your wedding.

Swimming does her wonders.

- His mom?

- Stepmom.

Girls! Let's take a pic.

For the gal album.

Say cheese...

Man overboard!

Dad!

- "Fahrenheit by Dior".

- No.

- "CK One".

- Neither.

What the f*** is that perfume?

- It's French.

- Yes.

Guerlain!

Habit Rouge!

I don't know.

Is a dead parent credible?

Your mom died, your dad vanished.

F***ing whore!

Are you crazy?

B*tch!

Cut it out, Lily!

I f***ing save your life

and you jump me?

My dad's off limits!

Stop it!

Calm down!

Damn it! I've had enough!

This is the wrong time!

No use killing each other!

Calm down both of you!

Why the shouting? What's wrong?

My Clochette...

Is it because of that dick

who ditched you?

You have to break this pattern.

Why always let guys use you?

I'm not crying over him, idiot!

- Why insult me?

- Because...

Because in fact

our apartment burnt down.

The whole building caught fire.

We're in deep sh*t.

We have to go back.

And it really sucks

because no more clothes,

no apartment.

No nothing. It sucks big time.

We have to go now.

We'll miss your wedding.

It really sucks.

I wanted you to see this

before you left.

It's pretty.

We should get our tickets.

Neymar is taking care of it.

This is where we conceived.

He likes doing it outdoors.

He's always horny.

Let's go.

You seem in a hurry to go.

We're homeless.

Stop being selfish.

I'm sorry...

I can help you if you need it.

I have money.

Sure.

Don't worry. We're insured.

I do worry.

This screws up everything.

Minor change of program.

Thanks, girls.

- It comes from there.

- I smell it.

Probably a rotting seagull.

Could be a monkey too.

Or John Galliano.

What an idiot!

Give me that.

Katia!

I was thinking...

your apartment which burnt

is sort of like France, right?

The papers say...

Where's Katia? We have to go.

She's stressed out today

because Augusto's still not here.

What can I say?

He's like his father.

Unpredictable.

You have no chin at all.

Yes I do.

No, it's ugly.

Do you know Pitanguy?

He's a great friend.

He works miracles on chests

and especially on chins.

He redid Katia's butt.

See that bum-bum?

My engagement present.

Katia!

I wanted you to see it once.

That's him.

He's back. Go and hide!

It'll bring bad luck.

This is happening way too fast.

The tropics.

If they don't bury fast, it reeks.

You do it on purpose?

I meant everything is going

from bad to worse.

First one thing, then another...

I want to scream and

jump in that hole!

I'll do it.

Pull yourself together.

We leave tomorrow.

It's almost over.

Too bad there's no sun.

It's true.

Did you taste it?

No, later...

I feel...

a little sick.

Maybe you should see a doctor.

This is very, very, very good.

I have to get the recipe.

Crazy story.

Just goes to show.

We're safe nowhere.

Taste this.

Do they know what happened?

Delicious.

An accident.

It was over money.

No one knows what really happened.

Thank God our kid's pregnant.

It adds a happy note.

I'm not sure

Kaka is still in the plans.

Sure he is.

More than ever.

Let's go see Katia.

See you later.

See you.

Bon apptit.

Thanks, Augusto. It's kind of you.

Why is he staring?

Maybe he knows.

Ladies and gentlemen...

your attention please.

It's good. You wanted to get married.

Brigit and I

are moved by your presence here,

your support.

Oddly, it's at times like these

that we see who is really with us,

who really loves us,

who is really loyal.

Thanks very much.

Know that I will not find peace

until the events

surrounding this tragic party...

that tragic party where Tinho died...

I won't find peace

until everything is brought to light.

And I swear,

if ever we learn it's no accident,

I, Augusto Matos Cabral,

will use all my means

and all my strength

to find the guilty parties

and make sure they're punished.

What did he say?

We're dead.

Now, I ask all of you

to turn to the future...

for my daughter-in-law Katia,

and for the baby she is carrying.

Today was to be a wedding.

So be it.

Please...

Go on, he's calling you.

Claudio.

My lawyer friend

and legal counsel,

Claudio Fittipaldi,

in an unparalleled effort

with our country's

highest judicial authorities

including the Supreme Court

and the office

of president of the Republic,

was able to get a decree

granting us the exceptional right

to celebrate the wedding

of my son and Katia

posthumously.

She's marrying the corpse.

Cheers!

I can't feel my body.

When did we sleep last?

I can't answer. I'm deceased.

Can I sleep with you?

Pajama party, like before.

I really wanted to tell you

I'm glad you stayed.

Even with your apartment

burning down.

I appreciate it.

It's only normal.

That's what friends are for.

What worries me, Claudio,

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