Good day for a barbecue, huh, Maurício?
- What a long service. - Thank you.
I'd like to find a TV.
Hello, sir. How are you?
Hello there!
Inside.
Have some.
You're really annoying.
Wearing flip-flops to a funeral? It's just disrespectful.
Thyellen, come on now. You know I'm wearing my black flip-flops,
which are perfect for a funeral.
And you know my feet sweat a lot when I get nervous.
You think I'm not nervous?
Huh? How do you think I am?
What do you mean? Why are you nervous? What's wrong?
Did you do it?
You think I'm planning to go to hell? But I might as well have.
When rich people are involved, poor people are being fucked over.
Oh my God, that's a bad word.
I'm sorry, Lord. Sometimes it's hard to be godly.
It's fine. Just relax. Now if you'll excuse me,
I'd better be off and find a place to watch my team play.
Yeah. Later. Mwah.
What's up, Xandra? All good?
Hey there, buddy.
You know where I could watch the game?
- What are we doing? - What?
You're not gonna mourn?
I strongly suggest you show at least some grief right now, okay?
I may suffer, but I will never show it.
Sure not about to get any more damn wrinkles over that insane man.
But everybody will point to you murdering Jorginho, Patrí.
Ah, you're making jokes now.
- It's not a joke. I'm protecting us. - Uh-huh.
Why don't you just listen to me, okay?
Hmm.
She really looks quite upset about it, huh, uncle?
Hmm. Dream on, Alice.
Alice? Who's Alice?
You messing around?
Girl, you the one living in Wonderland.
What if she really could have murdered my father?
Listen, baby, when it comes to killing that miscreant Jorginho,
well, it could've been anybody in here.
You know what?
I'm done. Yup.
Oh yeah. I'm done with this weekend. Everything happened, guys.
There was dinner, there was chaos, there was fighting
There was crying. My gosh, even a funeral.
That's it. I'm done. Come on, let's get the hell out of here.
Calm down. Come on. We're not leaving
until we find out who murdered my father.
Excuse me? What's that, young lady?
You had better watch your tone, Nancy Drew.
What, you part of the investigation team?
Let the police handle it. They can find out who it was.
Go. I'm being serious right now. Go pack your bags.
Bete, we've been apart for so long, and now you're trying to leave?
Yes, I am.
Morning.
Since everyone is already gathered here in one convenient area,
I'd like to say that I, Detective Charles Nunes,
will remain as chief detective in charge of this murder investigation.
We already know the location...
the study.
We also have the murder weapon. It was a knife.
What we're still missing is, who?
Who murdered Mr. Jorginho Peixoto?
It's your job to find out, am I right?
Fingerprints were found...
on the weapon that was lodged in his back.
The prints belong to
- Charles Nunes... Anyway. - Come on.
The fingerprints belong to the man himself: Jorginho.
I ask you, was he a contortionist?
No, he wasn't even a little bit flexible.
Okay then, so we can rule out suicide.
One last question for you here
Which of you three should be referred to as the widow of the deceased Jorginho?
Let's focus on who murdered the man, all right?
Yes. Let's do that.
You should know in cases like this,
there's always a strong possibility it's the butler.
- But I have an alibi. - Very well.
So then please tell me what your alibi is.
Well, on the night of the crime,
I went in and brought Jorginho his after-dinner tea.
Then I went back to the kitchen to do the dishes.
I was still washing up everything from the dinner
when the fatal blow was struck.
In fact, Yara was sitting beside me in the kitchen the entire time,
- using her phone. - Ah.
Do you happen to have a twin brother?
No, sir.
What about a brother who happens to have similar features?
- I don't have a brother at all, sir. - Doppelganger?
None whatsoever.
Then you do, in fact, my friend, have an alibi.
So it can't be the butler always.
Very intriguing. Hmm.
I can't believe how awesome this room is.
Whoa.
Uh...
I'm gonna have a blast!
Oh, the bed is so soft. So soft! Oh so soft!
So soft.
A TV remote?
There's a TV.
Hmm.
And access all residential services...
Damn, bro! The painting's a TV! Mind-altering, bro!
What the hell are you doing in my bedroom right now?
Hey, Patrícia.
- Hey, beautiful Xandra. All good? - Ugh.
Give me one good reason I shouldn't throw you out right now.
Uh, there's a game starting, my team's playing,
and you have all the cable channels.
Let me watch the match and I'll never ask you for anything again.
- Please will you let me? - Raul,
if you do not immediately remove yourself from my bedroom in two seconds,
I will absolutely petition the court to have you forcibly removed from it.
That's a little bit confusing, whatever the words were,
but your tone makes it very clear I should leave.
- If you'll excuse me. - Remote. Thanks.
Xandra, we'll talk later.
How is it? Is the energy affected, or...?
A bit more here, and...
- Done! - Ah.
- Washington? - Yes.
Please, where is everybody right now?
I need to continue my interrogation.
Well, uh...
everyone is out by the pool, barbecuing.
They're barbecuing?
Ooh, you're gonna knock over that lawyer. Be careful.
Ooh! Ma.
Oh, look at that!
Argentinian rump steak coming right up.
I had that meat shipped from Buenos Aires, you know that?
- That must have been expensive, bro. - You know, it actually wasn't.
Argentina's currency is surprisingly worth even less than ours.
So if someone is broke in Brazil, they feel rich in Argentina.
Mm-hmm. Look at that.
Hey, tell me, is the detective following you?
What? He wouldn't dare. This is still private property.
On Instagram.
A detective on Instagram?
Yeah, you haven't seen him? Come here. Take a look.
Wouldn't that go against the nature of the job?
Like a doctor who smokes, or a flat-earther astronaut?
That, I don't know.
I just know he's been liking and commenting on my photos
from five years ago.
I mean, stalker boy vibes here.
"At Charles Nunes," a period, and then, "Detective"?
And now for some Darlison-style sauce.
More like Grandma Zanina's style. since you stole her recipe, and we know.
Stop fighting with your brother. You're ruining the barbecue.
What belongs to me, okay, belongs to you too.
Get ready there, Mom, because pretty soon he'll take everything.
Girl, would you stop teasing him.
- You're bad. - My God, you guys.
Isn't it disrespectful to the dead to have a barbecue?
Oh, come on, the living shouldn't be left to starve now.
Especially, dear niece, since the dead don't eat or drink.
Ha! Well, that's what you think.
I know an entity, a spirit who can hear a bottle being opened.
And then he appears in time for a toast.
Here, especially for Mrs. Zanina, a wonderful caipirinha.
- Oh, bless you. Oh! - Oh! I'm so sorry, Mrs. Zanina.
Don't worry, honey. It's just the entity. Ready to have a drink? Yeah!
Maurício, can I please talk to you for a minute inside?
Oh, that is good!
Guys, don't you think that a barbecue post-funeral is a bit out of touch?
We'd already set the date, Patrícia.
- The food would have gone bad. - Right?
I don't usually agree with my brother, but this argument is flawless.
Flawless! Oh God!
I'm the brother who complains about everything, and I agree.
- Great job, my friend. - Yeah, maybe they have a point.
Fine, have your little barbecue.
Jorginho would've barbecued if anyone else had died, so...
- Hey, hey, hey, didn't you just...? - What?
- You said... - I was on my feet for hours.
In heels. Yeah.
Mm-mm.
Come on, Maurício! Mm.
Unbelievable. No sense of timing. Just starting to have a good time.
You don't have to go. We're having fun.
Stay out here, Maurício.
Sonny, you're nice, but man, that sister of yours...
Don't stay inside too long.
Oh, this is good. Damn, Darlison.
Hey.
What?
Uh-huh.
Look at this man.
That man, my God, what is...?
What the hell is he doing behind the bushes?
Hey, were you going number two? Hmm?
One.
No, Ma, he's eavesdropping on us. That's what. He's a gossip. Hmm!
I was collecting evidence, but no more.
I need to have a one-on-one.
- With Bete. - With me? Why?
This Charles guy is an idiot.
But it's bad for us to have a detective here snooping into our business.
Relax, Patrícia.
Soon the culprit will be caught and he'll be gone.
No, Maurício, "soon" could very well be too late.
Got to fix it now. Find a culprit, frame someone, and just figure it out.
Do you have any ideas?
I don't get why you're so nervous.
I'm what? You're crazy to doubt me.
No, I'm not crazy.
I think you are doubting the strength of my competence.
Sweetie, you know our family
has been out-bluffing and lying better than them all.
Our family's first offshore business was aboard a caravel.
So if anybody manages to lie better than me and you do,
then your competence is way off.
Are you done?
Bete Oliveira Peixoto.
Skip the "Oliveira," okay?
I'm not the person who keeps trinkets of her past lives.
Of course.
Uh, well, you've known the victim for 20 years.
You were introduced to him by your brother Alison?
Darlison. Darlison.
I know. I'm aware.
It was a coherence test. The oblique method.
Oh my God, no!
Is that what people call a brain fart? Oh my God!
And Jorginho?
Did you love him?
- What difference does it make? - A great deal.
Aside from Jorginho,
did you have any more unrequited loves or boyfriends or...?
Um, why don't we focus on the person who just died?
Very well.
Now, did you resent him enough to make an attempt on his life that night?
For constantly lying over and over to you ever since you met him?
For leaving you and the baby? Everything he did to you?
Are you writing my autobiography
or trying to figure out who murdered Jorginho?
Right now, I'm going to make this point extremely clear to you.
No, I did not murder Jorginho!
May I go?
- Yes. - Thank you.
When did you first meet Jorginho?
Look, when Bete came home that day with my son's friend,
I thought right away, "The man is really not my kind of guy."
Because of Darlison's character?
What is this mess about Darlison's character?
Are you kidding me? Really?
Darlison has excellent character.
But Jorginho...
- Oh, Jorginho. - Sure.
Just not a good person. Not good.
Where were you on the evening
of that very fateful dinner, at 10:34 p.m.?
What? You'd have to be a psychopath to remember a precise time like that.
Look, if someone tells you they remember having been somewhere at 10:34 p.m.,
they're bullshitting you.
Everyone rounds up times.
"Doesn't know what he was doing."
I don't know exactly, because I wasn't actually murdering someone.
If I'd been murdering someone, I'd definitely have remembered.
How long had it been since you'd seen Jorginho?
Since he had left Bete.
- "Since he left Bete." - Mm-hmm.
Ooh.
Is that true?
Jorginho never turned his back on me. He was always loyal.
But he turned his back to the murderer.
And they took advantage, and then they... Ah!
So it's perfectly clear I'm not the murderer, right?
What would I gain there?
A big chunk of money for your favorite niece, his heiress.
One final question.
Do you know...
the password for the Wi-Fi?
Damn it!
I've tried every possible password.
"Sexy stud Jorge." No spaces. All lowercase.
- Are you joking? - Trust me.
I found out my dad was really fucking tacky.
Hey, kid, watch your language.
But I didn't even really know him.
I just want to know why he never came to see me.
I wanted him to tell me himself.
Are you on Instagram right now?
Am I a joke to you, Detective?
- Come here, Thyellen! - The meat...
- Really quick, Thyellen. - Hold on. Wait, wait!
Thyellen!
- What is it? - I have something to tell you.
Brother and sister
deep in conversation.
Are you happy with our room?
You pulled me back here to ask about the room?
You happy with the room or not?
- It's fine. - Know why you think that?
Because you haven't see Patrícia's suite. It's so damn big, it's humongous.
It's meant for a king. You should be there.
I was there, and the bathroom is like a maze.
I swear, it's incredible, see? Next to the bed there's an exercise bike.
You wake up, bike, bike. Do some spinning and spinning, step off.
- Go back to bed. - But I'm happy.
I've already put all my clothes into that wonderfully huge Hollywood closet.
- It's wow. - Come on, Thyellen.
That spot is the only room in the place with cable channels.
It's a mess here and you're worried about TV.
My team is playing. Without pay-per-view my trip is ruined.
You know, back home we've always had all the cable channels in every room.
- I made sure of it. - That you stole.
Who the hell cares, Thyellen?
- Stole. - What matters is we had the channels!
Okay, come on, Raul. Can we go now?
Okay.
Okay, boys and girls, how about we play soccer?
Sure, let's do it. Let me just put the steak here.
- You guys come too! - We're coming!
- Oh look, they're playing... - Smile. Smile.
Soccer? I'm in too.
I'll play. I'm in.
- Let's go. Okay. - I'm in! I'm in!
I love playing.
- Let's watch. - Really, Thyellen?
Uh, no, actually.
You think it might be a little too much?
Because of...?
The man who... I mean, really...
Come on, Thyellen. The dead are dead, for real.
Just take a look around. Everyone's drinking, eating, having fun.
- Right, Maurício? - Sure. Here's the thing.
Yeah, playing soccer has been a part of barbecues for a long time.
The living need to eat and have fun.
What are we supposed to do, sit around and be all depressed? No.
You know, go, then. Play.
- Let's go. Monkey in the middle. - Monkey in the middle!
Who's in the middle? Paper, rock, scissors.
- Rock, paper... - Xandra!
You guys! Come on!
Wait a minute, guys. Áquila!
Turn off the music, please.
- Just for a minute. - I'm on it!
That kid's gonna sing?
Okay, thanks!
So there's a barbecue.
There's soccer.
But there's something we missed. What's missing?
Tell me, everyone. Come on.
Nothing. We're good, huh?
Hell, yeah! Some live music. Come on, be free, everyone, and sing!
Sing with me! Let's play.
The sun was up that day
Oh, I know this song! Remember?
It's a pretty good song.
And when I gave some folks a ride
To go eat some beans
When we got there What a shame
While everyone All they had was weed
Show some respect for my mother!
Had the munchies
And wanted to eat my beans
Go, Thyellen!
The sun was up that day
La, la, la, la, la
Oh, this fucking sucks!
I rented a truck
For what, for what? To go eat some beans
- Okay, you got this. - Why is she in the middle?
When we got there What a shame
Ha!
- Maurício, here we go! - Bring it. Come on.
Ah!
Oh my... Seriously?
Hey, what was that?
No, no, no.
Oh!
Go get some water, Bete.
Uh...
What about Jorginho? Would you kill him for your family? Hmm?
I can't imagine murdering.
Not ever, because I know better than anyone in this house
about the legal countermoves.
I see.
Look, frankly speaking,
I want justice to be served as swiftly as possible here.
We were taught words like these as kids.
Interesting.
My relationship with Jorginho was strictly professional.
I took care of his sciatica.
Yeah, but I think it's pretty hard to take care of someone's sciatica
and not develop intimacy.
Well, we did have some intimacy.
Not the kind he wanted. You can write that down.
So did Jorginho ever hit on you?
He hit on everyone, just about.
Not me, though.
Well, we can't blame him for that, though, you know?
Please sit.
You could use a hand.
Oh, would you close that one, please?
Are you hurt?
- Are you hurt? - No!
- Want some help there? - No!
Sit down!
All right then.
How well did you know Jorginho?
Oh, well, I didn't really know him that well.
He tried to get me close because he was in love with my sister, Thyellen.
Tell me, then, why you were so upset about it all.
I'm a sensitive man, Charles. Artist types, you know, like myself,
we cry easily.
We wear our hearts on our sleeves.
We cry watching movies, YouTube, Netflix shows, Big Brother evictions.
However, you know what made me cry my eyes out?
When Didi told that story, "Does Heaven Have Bread..."
I turned on the waterworks.
- So am I free to go, Charles? - What?
Can I bounce, man? My team is playing.
Vasco against Bragantino. Do me a solid.
I've been psyched all day for this.
Where were you on the fateful, nefarious evening
at 10:34 p.m.?
10:34 p.m., I don't know.
Although I'm certain I was praying at about 10:32.
Uh, but you're able to remember the time so precisely, to the minute?
- How's that? - I sure am, yeah.
You think I'm some liar who rounds up the times?
Jorginho was the big liar. Now you saw it. You witnessed it yourself.
I'm not a witness. I've been a detective for many years.
- Can you please stop? - What?
- Doing that in my face. - Ah, excuse me.
I slammed my finger in the door earlier.
Actually, it was your brother's fault.
- Raul? - Yes.
It's swollen.
And it's, like, really not good.
- Ah! - Oh my!
Mrs. Patrícia, if you will.
Uh...
Very well.
Uh, where were you on that very unfortunate evening
of that fateful dinner at 10:34 p.m.?
- What about you? - Who, me?
Where were you on Tuesday at 7:25 p.m., Inspector?
What happened on Tuesday at 7:25 p.m.?
See? If you don't know, how am I supposed to know?
I'm really busy.
So busy that Maurício had to fill in as your hit man.
Maybe cut him into the deal?
- What are you doing? - Well, the pun was irresistible.
Ha!
Uh...
Well, and...
How was, uh, your marriage?
Oh, it was like all marriages.
Awful.
Come on, Jorginho. Get out. I need to talk to you.
- Come on. - Oh my God. Really, Patrícia?
I can't even take a relaxing bath anymore?
What's wrong? You just storm in, yelling at me?
I'm your wife. I'll storm in and yell whenever I want.
Come on, get up.
Well, enjoy your meal ticket while you can.
Your term here is coming to an end. Right?
- I asked Maurício to draw up papers. - What papers, Jorginho?
For our divorce, Patrícia.
There's no fucking way I'm divorcing you
before I know what the hell's going on here.
Oh yeah?
See, I thought I was helping you. Setting you free.
Allowing you the leeway to marry your Black prince.
You're messing with the wrong woman, Jorginho.
- Hmm? - Watch out!
Oh, wow!
Check this one out. Brand-new. Vavoom!
I like that!
It looks lovely on you.
That creep asked me about your thing with Jorginho.
- About me? - How long he had been...
- Guys! - Girl, just come out with it.
What? Just say it already!
- Say it. - Yeah, tell us.
Listen, don't you think this detective is really weird?
He's really strange.
You know he's a stalker, right?
Mm. Why do you think he's stalking us on the Internet?
Don't know, though it's pretty weird.
I know that detective is a freaking gossip,
but he can search the whole Internet if he wants to try to find something.
Let him try.
Hmm. He'll be wasting his time, because he won't be finding much about me.
- That's for sure. - You're sure about that?
So many meetings, for God's sake.
Oh, whoa, we're gonna watch a movie. I hope it's a comedy.
- With some popcorn. - Well...
as the interrogation phase is over,
I would like to share the first results that I have compiled
with everybody here together.
Mr. Charles, did you find the murderer yet?
Yeah, almost.
The killer is among us.
With the butler and the girls' alibis, nine suspects still remain.
But do you have evidence?
I have strong convictions.
I must know what weighs against each of you who is here now.
Ah!
Now on to our first image.
Here we can see Lieutenant Oliveira, holding a rifle completely wrong.
- Ha! - Where the hell did you get that photo?
Áquila, you never got rid of your photo blog.
And here we have Patrícia, at Carnival in 2009.
I look great. Wow!
- Girl, you look good. - Yeah, you're pretty.
My boyfriend at the time had great tickets.
- Did I commit any sins? - In Salvador?
Depending on where you were, honey. Lots of sins.
That's a really old photo.
Yeah, however your online post at Mr. Isaías's gambling stall is not.
And here's Raul's YouTube channel...
which already has 12 subscribers.
- That's me, Thyellen. - Yeah.
Twelve? Twice as much as yesterday!
I can see the fan club already. "Raul's Club." Don't forget to subscribe!
Now Xandra...
...as a model for a two-star love hotel!
I don't get it, Xandra. A vegetarian in a love motel ad?
What are you even saying, Raul?
Well, you commit sins of the flesh.
You know what, guys, how about we pin this on Raul and be done with it?
- Don't you think? - It's a pun, that's all.
Zanina used to be a model as well.
Aww!
Judging by the shoulder pads, you can see it's been a while.
I got to tell you, I really got around back then.
And here we have Thyellen,
dressed as a bunny during some Easter celebration,
something her current church would disapprove of,
and therefore she would avoid it.
Oh, I'd avoid it... just like I avoid sugar. A poison.
Sugar...
is poison.
And here's Bete's Hair Salon.
Now, this poster,
there's a photo showing a result that is quite misleading, as you can see.
This is just a test.
Um, a psychological test.
It's all part of the oblique method.
There's only one last photo, of Darlison. Just a second.
Oh, I remember that!
I did... I did you hair!
You were auditioning for an Axé dance group.
You almost got accepted. Oh, Darlison, I remember that day.
- I remember you pulled my hair. - Remember the dance moves?
Anyway, I wasn't talking about the foreground.
That's not what's important here.
I want you to focus on what's going on in the background of this photo.
There.
Áquila having a deep conversation with... who is it?
- Jorginho! - Áquila!
What were you doing talking with Jorginho back then?
Well, then...
...since we're digging up everybody's dirt, this might be interesting for you.
What?
Ah!
All right, girl.
Really, Thyellen?
Uh, sir?
Did I scare you? I'm sorry. I apologize if I scared you.
- You want some tea to help calm you? - No, Washington!
I've been working on this case for 20 years!
I can't let them close it just because Jorginho kicked the bucket!
I won't let them do it.
Yes, I know Jorginho wasn't exactly a saint,
and I'm not doubting the charges against him.
But it's obvious you want to find who the killer of my best friend was.
So, Mr. Charles...
...I can offer you a counter option.
This will get everyone nutty.
Listen, we were all on our way to bed.
Yeah, do you hear me?
So I hope you've called us all down here for a really good reason.
It better be.
Who'd like to hear the last will and testament of one Jorginho Peixoto?
He has a will?
- What? - Oh my God.
No.
That man's insane, man!