A NETFLIX SERIES
PARTY UP PARTIES & EVENTS
What are you looking at?
- I like the view from this room. - And what about the people in it?
♪ Kiss me, kiss me I want to smell your perfume ♪
Good morning!
Oh, you came to snoop early this morning.
Hey, you're the one who woke up late. It's past noon already.
What? You're snooping around the mailbox now?
Wait, wait, wait. I just want these two things.
And why might you want these?
Well, these are coupons from a pizza place, La Peroquetta.
I've been on the lookout for a 24/7 pizza place that serves stuffed crust.
And this other one is addressed to a Mr. and Mrs. Neves.
Do you have any idea who those people are?
The previous owners of the mansion, but they passed away a while ago.
How'd they pass away?
- Well, old people die, you know. - I see.
Ah! Leave this one.
- Patrícia! - Your damn brother's barging in.
- Hey, relax, Darlison. - Fuck off.
It's okay. It's Maurício. I think he already knows about us,
and he's fine with it, not to mention he saw us together at the party.
Patrícia!
Whoa!
It's Maurício.
Goddamn. Now?
- Ah! You look terrible. - You got any hangover pills?
Uh...
They're preventative.
- Well, I forgot. - They won't work now.
Hey, Maurício.
Hydrate. Drink some coffee. Come on, go.
Go.
- Get out. - I'm not leaving.
In fact, I'm done listening to you, Patrícia.
Your ideas never work.
- Remember how all this started out? - Hold on, wait.
Do we have to discuss this now? You're hungover.
Do you really want to go over this now? No. Get out.
When you asked me to take care of Jorginho for you,
I did what you asked me to do.
He was supposed to blow up.
- Stop. Enough. - Stop what?
- Be quiet! - It was a mess, Patrícia.
- Yeah, yeah! - But I did it for you.
God, now my head hurts because of all this, Maurício.
- Fine. - You got to get out. You ruined my day.
- Just leave my room. Just leave. Go. - Yeah, I can leave.
You're fine. Just go. Go see Thyellen. I've really had enough of you.
- Go see what she's doing. Bye. - All right, I will.
I'm leaving.
I'm gonna go see Thyellen,
And do you want to know why? Because she likes me.
And I like her too.
Well, Darlison likes me very much.
And do you like him?
Of course.
Do you, Patrícia?
Of course I do.
I found you.
- Why did you hesitate? - What?
When he asked you if you liked me.
- Yeah, baby, I said, "Of course." - But you hesitated.
What, are you holding a stopwatch?
Are feelings suddenly something you can time?
- That's not what I'm asking. - Okay, Darlison.
Now I'll ask. And please start the timer
as soon as the question leaves my mouth.
- Oh yeah? - Mm-hmm.
- Oh wow. - What?
Nothing. I think I'm just gonna nurse this hangover, that's it.
You should do what I told Maurício. Hydrate yourself. Drink some coffee.
And you know what else? Find some common sense.
I'm not like Maurício.
♪ Kiss me, kiss me ♪
♪ I want your sweet body close to mine ♪
♪ Kiss me, ooh ♪
♪ I'll do anything for you, baby ♪
♪ You know you make me so happy ♪
Why are you so happy this morning, Ma?
Here, boy, drink this tea. It'll make your head feel so much better.
Yeah, my head hurts. Thank you.
You should have stuck with beer. You wouldn't feel like this.
But you had to have your gin and tonics. That was your choice to make.
Now look what happened.
- Gin and tonics weren't the problem. - Hmm?
It was everyone else who was there.
Darlison, I told you already, there's always gonna be folks who talk.
So what? I'm innocent, and so is everybody in this family, okay?
In fact, there was no crime, right? Your son is innocent.
Oh, sweetheart, right now this crime is the least of my worries.
You hear me? Listen, son,
you don't have an innocent bone in your body, not one.
Your father wanted to name you Inocêncio.
And you know what? I told him not to do it,
because I could not match with the reality.
- Ah! You're impossible today! - Yeah, uh-huh.
Well, son...
Hello.
Zanina. Oh wow, you're up early today.
Oh, you guys.
Actually, I'm always the first one up. Nothing new.
But tell me something.
Where'd you sleep last night, Ma? Huh?
Uh, well...
Oh, well, uh...
Uh, funny thing happened last night.
I took a little break over the sofa, but ended up falling asleep.
And I just felt like staying there all night.
I figured it was probably easier. The wine hit me very hard last night.
- Uh-huh. - Did it? Yeah? I'm sure it was the wine.
What? You guys have more wine?
Hey, what are we eating, guys?
I have to cure this hangover. Oh my God.
Hold up, you're hungover too?
What? Oh, no, no. I know you guys are. I can just imagine it's bad.
- Hmm. - Hangovers are so terrible
that they spread to those who... oh, weren't drinking.
- Hey, everyone. How's it going? - What's up?
Psst!
You hungry?
- Just make some food for us girls. - Oh no, please.
Not Thyellen. Even her instant noodles are bad.
- Hey! - Hey, guys.
All right, how about this? Let's just order some food,
because Patrícia and I can't cook to save our lives.
Hey, speak for yourself. I did cook one time a while back.
Though it was for a photo shoot, so everything was pre-made.
Oh, sweetie, so you didn't actually cook then, right?
Well, then, I guess I'll be cooking for everyone.
No! No way.
Xandra's cooking will mess your stomach up,
because all it is, is birdseed.
- I'll pass. - Oh, just shut up, Patrícia.
Hey, now, don't be rude to Xandra. Let's everybody just sing a song.
Hey, I know, why don't we just ask our sweet Darlison
to cook for us instead of listening to you sing.
Darlison feels even worse than we do.
Yeah.
- I mean, he feels even worse than you all. - What about shrimp bobó?
You know I always nail it.
- Oh, yes! - Guys, we should avoid the bobó,
since last time it ended up going badly.
- Not because of the food. - I agree with Darla, man.
We shouldn't really be blaming the poor shrimp for the murder.
- It wasn't their fault. - It wasn't murder, so settle down, Raul.
His heart just failed. Hmm!
You sure about that, though?
Thank you, Yara. I...
I really needed everyone here right now to...
Uh, come on, detective.
You solved the case already, but you just can't leave, huh?
You fond of this house, detective?
I think he's fond of the residents.
You're here to officially close up the case?
The case is reopened.
We found out that Jorginho's heart attack was caused by a substance
that was toxic.
Before being stabbed, he had a heart attack.
But that's because he had been poisoned.
Damn.
Washington.
- Yes? - I need to talk to you this time.
- Let's go to the study. - But this is...
This room's a complete disaster. Let's talk in the study, yeah?
Did Jorginho have a habit of drinking tea every night?
Oh, yes. Every night.
But, the ill-fated night that Jorginho died,
he had me bring his tea much earlier than he usually did.
And the night of the murder,
you actually stepped away from the tea, albeit briefly.
- No. - No?
No. Oh, but when I served the tea, Jorginho hadn't arrived yet.
So it's possible, then, that someone entered earlier
with the poison?
Yeah.
Girl, you must be scared about him suddenly reopening the case.
Of course not. I didn't do anything. Why should I be afraid?
Although I am worried a little bit about Ma, aren't you?
- Hmm? - She would do anything to save us.
She wouldn't be able to keep it a secret.
She'd be clicking her tongue nonstop.
Although Darlison...
Oh, Jesus, Áquila, do you think Darlison would be capable of killing him?
Uh, seriously? To get the wife? Come on. Hmm.
Careful!
Well, then stop fidgeting!
Come on.
You botched it!
Grandma.
- Hey. - Yes, darling?
Mom and Áquila are worried about you.
About... Yara, listen to me for a second. Let me explain assumptions
and the power of stereotypes.
Just because I'm well-versed in herbs, right,
suddenly everyone assumes that I'm the one who poisoned Jorginho.
Grandma, just tell me it wasn't you.
NIGHT OF THE CRIME
Washington, make me some tea, please.
Well, well.
So then, the unwitting, the undesirable,
is having a little bit of tea to calm himself down.
Enough with the sass, Zanina.
That's not necessary between us.
What's this "us"?
You and I don't have any type of relationship.
You know that's not true.
You listen to me. Don't mess around here with my family.
You got that?
Really, I think it's a bit too late for all that now.
- Jorginho, I'm warning you. - Yeah?
Don't mess with my family.
Oh, you have no idea what I'm capable of.
Actually, I do know.
You are capable of lying, and deceiving, and withholding information.
You knew damn well Darlison was here.
You knew about my issues with Áquila.
So imagine if Yara finds out that you haven't been completely honest
about her little part in this story.
I...
I really don't know what you're talking about.
Of course you do, Queen Mother.
You can drop the act.
Grandma?
Huh?
You didn't do it, right?
Oh God, can you even imagine me doing something like that?
Where'd you get that stupid idea?
Of course I didn't.
Sweetie, just take a look around this whole place.
I mean, this garden is full of all sorts of plants.
It's unbelievable.
He's got dangerous plants, plants that are used as aphrodisiacs.
You know what? Even Washington knows all about
these poisonous plants here in this garden.
Even the poisonous ones? What are you saying, Grandma?
What is it, Áquila?
Wow. You clairvoyant?
I heard you coming.
In this house, we learn to be constantly aware.
I got something to say right now.
- I'm not interested in having a fight. - Be honest here.
Did you have anything to do with the murder at all?
What are you doing, Áquila?
Don't fall on your sword just because of Patrícia, okay?
You know what they say,
"If you're going to sleep with the dogs, then you'll end up with fleas."
- Wait, who would I be in that situation? - Oh, you know what I mean, Darlison.
As for me,
you can rest easy.
Oh yeah? What, that's supposed to make me relax, then?
Honestly, I never know whose side you're on.
Remember your threatening letters?
- You were looking for them. - Yeah, so?
I found them.
Oh my dear Lord.
If those fall into the wrong hands, I'm over with.
- Forget it. - Forget it?
I burned them, Áquila.
- Are you being serious right now? - Yes, I am.
They'll never be used against you.
Do you really want to know whose side I'm on?
There's your answer.
Nobody messes with my brother, all right?
And if they do, I'll deal with them.
Have you been here for long?
Uh...
I came in just now.
You're here to see me? No, you aren't.
- Are you, or...? - No.
That's... I, uh...
I missed your sweet face, so...
I thought we could address our unfinished business.
Mm-hmm.
That's all I've been thinking.
Oh!
- Excuse me. - What's that?
Oh, I'm sorry. It's my alarm.
Ah.
I set the alarm because I'm streaming a church service.
They livestream a church service, or...?
Mm-hmm. Christianflix.
Good name.
- Here, sit. - All right.
Okay, it's not exactly official, but I'm able to hear most of it.
Is "not exactly official" a euphemism for piracy?
- Euphemism? - Yeah.
Euphem...
Holy shit!
- Wow! - Yeah.
- My God, why is he yelling so loud?
- Is he angry? - I'm sorry. He yells sometimes.
I got an itch in my ear now.
Anyway, I'll just leave you here to your church service.
We'll catch up later.
I'm spoiled, I'm sure.
Despite everything, Jorginho loved listening to my church services.
Come on, the only thing Jorginho listened to was...
moolah.
I just can't believe you used my church for your dirty business.
NIGHT OF THE CRIME
Thyellen, I'm feeling awful.
Oh, how convenient.
When you soiled my name in the house of my god,
nothing at all happened to you.
But, oh, it should have!
All of them want me dead.
Yeah, well, I'd love it if you would drop dead.
- Why, Jorginho? - Oh God, what's happening?
- Please tell me. - What's happening?
Could you please... My medicine. Open the drawer.
- Okay, yeah. - Pill bottle.
- Just relax, okay? Are these the ones? - Yeah, those right there. Two pills.
Come on, relax.
Come on.
I need water.
I shouldn't give you this medicine.
- I should let you die, old man. - Why?
Because you want to keep putting the church's money
into your little slush fund?
- Huh? - You think I don't know?
Inventing stories to suit you, huh?
You'll answer to God.
God has nothing to do with the mess you caused.
You want your medicine? Huh?
Because I'm about to send you to hell to sit right next to the devil.
Huh?
Thyellen?
Where were you? You were completely zoned out.
I think you were right, Maurício. It's better if we talk later.
- Mm-hmm. No problem. - I'm tired.
- It's just this pregnancy, you know? - I understand.
- I guess I'm still figuring it out. - Okay, all right.
- Bye for now. Enjoy the service. - Okay.
- I will see you later. - Mm-hmm.
Unfinished business.
You know what, Charles?
There's something going on between Grandma and Washington.
Considering the way they were dancing at the party last night,
and how chipper they were acting this morning,
I'd say you're right about that.
Actually, that's not what I meant.
She let something big slip out.
- What about? - Washington.
She told me Washington knows this garden very well.
He knows all about herbs, especially the dangerous ones.
Today when I arrived,
he did something that was really strange.
What?
I brought in the mail,
and he attempted to grab a letter from my hand.
So, what was weird?
I approached him when he was leaving his room,
but he wouldn't let me go in.
He blocked the door, because I think he must have something in there.
Washington's bedroom has got to be the target of our next investigation.
I'm ready to check.
- Oh, hi, Washington. - Oh, hi, Yara.
- I wanted to ask you some questions. - Oh, well, sure. Ask away.
- Go ahead. - Will you really answer them?
Of course, Yara. Ask me anything. What is it?
It's actually about my dad.
Yara, perhaps we can do this a bit later.
I've just finished up watering the garden, you see,
so I'm a bit dirty,
and I need to go to my room and take a shower.
It's just a couple questions. I'll be quick.
They don't call me the Brazilian MacGyver for nothing.
Ah!
Hey, man, my shirt. What is this?
Have you been avoiding me? Have you been avoiding me?
- What do you mean, avoiding you? - Huh?
Of course not. We're bros. I wouldn't avoid you, man.
Have you been keeping the statue safe, huh?
The statue? What about the statue?
Here's the thing. Listen carefully. I'm not messing around.
Either you share that statue with me, Raul,
or you're gonna share it with the whole house.
It's your choice.
We are together.
Washington, please just tell me. You are honestly the only one
who can tell me about my father.
After all, unlike everyone else, you actually did care about him, right?
- I absolutely did care, yes. - See?
Tell me more about my father.
We'll talk more about it later.
- Please, Washington? - Yara, I really do need to go.
Marconi Gonçalves.
Mr. Jorginho was very straightforward and introspective.
And he always kept his promises.
That's just the way he was. Honestly.
But... and Washington, he used to talk about me?
Oh, yeah, sure, Yara. He did.
Marconi Gonçalves.
How did I not see this?
I got you.
Yara, I got a lot of things to do.
Please, Washington, wait.
No, Yara, that's really all I know.
Washington, why can't we just talk about this?
Have I mentioned I need to take a shower?
I'm covered in dirt.
Washington, wait!
Just let me take a shower, Yara.
- No. - No? And why not?
You know what, Washington? Do what you want.
You're so indecisive. Just go ahead. Jeez.
Are you okay, Charles?
Yeah, my specialty is landing on my feet like a ninja.
Sure looks like you fell gracefully.
Yara, listen, every landing begins with a fall,
but not every fall leads to a landing.
Something for you to think about.
I have to show you what I've just discovered.
You ready?
Oh, dear God.
To those of you who prefer to have your food delivered, be my guest.
Yeah, well, at least I won't get poison from eating delivery.
Watch your mouth. My family's eating too.
- Oh my goodness. - It's better to be safe than sorry.
What was that? You can say whatever you want about Darlison,
but he'd never kill his family, especially Ma.
That's right.
Uh, hey...
Ma?
- Ma! Ma! - Huh?
Let's spend some time together for once. Let's set the table.
- Jeez, you guys. - Washington, please.
Washington?
Over here. Mm-hmm.
- Wait, is the detective not coming? - Yeah, he'll be here soon.
More Oliveira food for the Oliveiras then.
- I'm having the bobó too. - Oh, hold on, Washington.
Aren't you afraid we might poison you?
I'm not going to be affected by paranoia.
Damn, Thyellen, that's a lot of water.
Where were you, the Sahara Desert?
No. Have you forgotten?
Oh, yeah, yeah. That's right. You're very pregnant.
You were drinking at the party last night,
but you're pregnant, Thyellen?
I barely drank. Really very little.
Detective!
Did you come here to eat, um...
some of the Oliveiras' food?
No. He came here for war.
Oh, I wouldn't say war.
But I did just win a double battle.
Charles, what is it?
Um, perhaps you could act less mysterious at dinner?
Well, I have distasteful news for you all.
Oh my God!
Why did you lie to me, sir?
I did no such thing. What is this about, Charles?
This is my favorite part of every detective movie.
Who would've thought that,
after so many twists and turns in this case,
that we would finish with a situation so cliché?
Don't tell me the butler is the murderer.
Of course not.
Ha!
That's because you're not the butler, Washington.
Mom!
What's going on?
Should I explain it all?
FIVE YEARS EARLIER
There. All right? It's signed.
This mansion is definitively yours now, okay?
Oh, Marconi, this is just a formality.
You're still going to enjoy the comfort and convenience of your old house.
Right? Okay, now. Just scoot, scoot, scoot.
Okay.
Much better.
Yes.
Whoo-hoo.
Voilà!
And, to show you I'm your friend,
here are your new ID papers.
Keep the old ones well hidden.
Starting now, you are officially a new man.
I present to you Marconi Gonçalves,
the mentor and murderer of Jorginho Peixoto.
- Oh God! - He's been hiding
right under our noses all along.
Me and my luck with men. Oh my God, it's terrible!
Ma, were you having a love affair with Washington?
- Uh, Marconi? - It wasn't a love affair.
It was just sex, you know?