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Fabinho, look who is here!

- Where's Maggie?

- Little Maggie.

Little Maggie, Little Maggie.

Maggie, now you're going to see

the greatest champion. Come.

The greatest Olympic champion.

Let's get in the pool!

Come to the pool!

Look.

The toy is going to drown.

I want to see you save him.

Go!

- Poor toy.

- It's cold!

Cold?

Don't be a wimp!

It's warmish.

Go!

- Can you watch me?

- I'm watching you!

- Swim with me?

- Me? Gee.

I don't have a swimsuit.

- Look.

- I'm looking!

Very good!

Convince her.

Say her mommy

misses her terribly.

Oh, my love.

Oh, mommy's treasure.

Are you being good?

Obeying Sandra?

Done.

Don't talk to me like that.

I'm your mother!

Talk to me properly.

I called just to

hear your voice.

OK.

I love you.

Bye.

- Who did you say you love?

- My daughter.

- Where is she?

- Oh, far away.

- And where is my mom?

- She's working, love.

What time is

she coming back?

I don't know.

Oh, my God.

THE SECOND MOTHER

Fabinho.

Fabinho...

Go away!

Go away, Maggie!

You're going to wake them up!

This juice is warm.

I'll fix that.

Gee, how can...

I can't believe this.

How can a person get the ice,

and put the tray back empty?

What a mean person.

Makes me mad!

See, I'm a calm person,

off the charts, super-duper.

But when I see this...

Only bad people do such things.

All right.

Val.

Remember that Bruna

girl I told you about?

The cute one!

Look.

She dumped me with two texts!

Again!

The world's full of stupid women.

Do you think I'm

going to die a virgin?

What a pea-brained idea!

This Bruna girl...

A handsome boy like you.

There's not a boy

like you in Brazil!

With these big blue eyes,

you look like the English prince.

What's the youngest

one called?

Dr. Carlos, it's 11:00, all right?

Will this noisy pandemonium

never end, Antnio?

- I'm not serving lunch!

- Gee, Val!

And does he eat?

Take away his booze, then he'll work.

A saint around the house,

a devil at school, dunno.

He's biting the other kids.

He hasn't pooped in five days.

Of course he hasn't! You only give

this boy Cerelac, Cerelac, Cerelac.

Only Cerelac.

You gotta give him fruits, real food.

But he likes it, poor thing!

"He likes it. "

Kids can't choose stuff.

You're spoiling Wallace.

Easier said than done.

It's hard to raise a kid on your own.

I want to see him smile

when I'm home.

Sorry, Val.

- Are you finished?

- Yes, thank you.

Anything else?

Bring me another guarana, please.

- Is that all?

- Yes, thanks.

My food wasn't any good.

You didn't eat anything.

Anything!

Oh!

It was guarana he wanted.

Guarana.

Did you take your medicine,

Dr. Carlos?

I did.

Thanks.

- R$ 250 to prescribe serum.

- For God's sake.

- Why have a dog?

- It's for safety!

- C'mon! Safety? A soft dog like that.

- Can I have another one?

She'll lick the thief and

leave wagging her tail.

- Only one?

- Give me some onion!

- Two pieces of meat?

- Of course!

- I don't eat salad. No purple things.

- Gimme.

Get out, dog!

The dog's licking everything. Gross.

Oh, little baby.

- Maggie...

- Where's the farofa, Val?

Val, I'm leaving.

Oh, kid.

Smell it.

Good, right?

- God bless you, honey.

- See you on Wednesday. Amen.

If he said it's not his,

then it isn't.

- Is it yours, Carlos?

- It's not mine. God forbid.

Val, bring us ice cream, please.

- Of course it's not mine!

- Yes, ma'am.

- It isn't yours, is it?

- Of course not.

We have also smoked pot.

You think your father and

I have never smoked pot?

Of course I have, but...

- OK, Mom. - I never went crazy,

smoking this much.

What can I do if you

don't believe me?

If you're saying it isn't yours,

I believe you.

So you believe it's not his?

We're having a moment here.

Why would he...

Right! I'm giving him

the opportunity to talk.

You can smoke pot if you want, my love.

But not this much.

Mom, if it were mine,

I'd say it.

- It could be a prank from a friend.

- A friend, sure.

Give me some ice cream, please.

OK! So, you'll keep telling

me it's not yours?

Then I'm throwing it away.

Can I?

If it's not yours, Carlos's or mine,

then I'll trash it.

- Do it.

- Whatever you want.

- More?

- It's delicious.

Did you like it, Fabinho?

I'm going to get some syrup.

Excuse me.

Val.

- Do we have syrup?

- He said it's not his.

Can you get it for me, please?

Shallow-head.

- Window, window, door, bell!

- Stop it.

I'm too big for this.

Stop it, Val.

He's so cute

He's so sweet

And he's Val's little boy

He's so cute

What are you doing, Val?

Oh! Finally learned

to clean your ears!

Yes?

Hi?

Hello?

Hello!

Who is it?

Hi.

I can't hear.

Jssica?

Hi, honey.

Hi.

What is it?

Oh, God.

No way.

But to So Paulo?

Don't do this to your mom.

You're kidding.

No, no!

I like the idea. It's great.

But there's...

But it's too late.

Fabinho already signed up ages ago.

He's also going...

On the Internet?

You can do that?

- I'm leaving. - Where are you

going all dressed up, Val?

Fabinho,

mind your own business!

Show some respect!

- Dona Brbara.

- Hi.

- I have to talk to you, ma'am.

- Smelling good, huh?

- My goodness.

- It's perfume.

Tell me, is the lasagna ready?

It is. It's in the oven.

It was too hot to put it in the freezer.

OK then.

Thanks, love.

Get here early on Monday.

It's my birthday dinner.

- And you think I would forget?

- OK?

- Thanks, see you.

- And the...

- See you, love.

- Bye.

Get off me, Maggie.

Honestly, Maggie.

When did Pamela come

to live with you?

- Four years.

- Gee! Already?

And is it working out?

Fabinho.

Fabinho, it's almost 7:00.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Excuse me,

we're filming an interview here.

Could you make

less noise, please?

- Forgive me.

- Thank you.

You are a woman people follow,

a trendsetter.

A little bit.

Define style.

There's no secret to style,

you know.

You don't have to make it up.

Style is knowing yourself,

accepting yourself.

And that's why I believe

style is being who you are.

Wonderful.

You really are "Brbara. "

- Thank you, dear.

- Thank you, darling.

- It's been a pleasure.

- My pleasure.

- And happy birthday!

- Thank you so much.

And cut!

- Thanks, everyone!

- Thank you!

- Try to come tonight.

- Sure. Thanks!

- For the party. Thank you, Brbara.

- You're welcome, love.

- Call Janana when the show is aired.

- Sure, sure.

- We're just going to wrap.

- Take your time.

OK.

Thanks.

Happy birthday, Dona Brbara.

- Oh, thanks, Val.

- All the best.

I wish you a super-duper year!

I need luck.

Look.

It's not a big deal.

You bought me a present, woman?

Thank you.

- Can I open it?

- Please do.

Let's see, let's see.

The owner of the store

said it's selling well.

- Really? Selling well?

- Very well!

Look at that!

- Wow!

- It matches your outfit.

Look how beautiful.

Awesome.

- Do you like it?

- I do.

So let's put it away and

save it for a special occasion.

- OK. - You can take it

and put it away.

Dona Brbara,

I really need to talk to you.

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