[thunder rumbling]
[rain pattering]
[indistinct chatter]
[thunder crashes]
[indistinct chatter continuous]
Bete, our mother is out of control.
- So you slept with Washington. - Ma!
[overlapped chatter]
Marconi, please.
As I was saying just now,
Marconi Gonçalves,
it was you who murdered Jorginho
when you poisoned his tea
before he was stabbed.
You were his mentor, right?
Took him under your wing.
- I sure did. - You killed your pupil.
I've been an investigator for 20 years. Another culprit under arrest.
There's more than enough evidence.
Jorginho's dead. It's over. It doesn't matter.
Enough with all of this craziness.
Why don't we just move on, and we can all leave here very rich.
[thunder rumbling]
Nobody here is for sale, Marconi.
Speak for yourself.
I'm a fan of freedom, I guess.
But I'd rather be rich.
Okay, I'm not about to actually sell myself,
but I'd really like to hear what Washington has to say.
- That's ridiculous. - Ridiculous for us to get punished.
[thunder crashes]
Ever since I stepped foot inside this mansion,
and for those who can't remember, I was wearing heels.
I have been disagreeing with Darlison, except for now.
Oh no!
This is bad for everybody here. Nobody will be buying us.
Calm down. Let's be rational.
Rational?
Nobody here has been rational.
All of you wanted Jorginho murdered. You all did.
All of them wanted it, but you were the one who stepped up
sneakily, stealthfully, deceivingly, and killed him.
It was you who killed him.
[thunder crashes]
Oh.
You know, he really liked you.
Who'd he like? Washington or Marconi? I'm kind of confused now.
Darlison, why would I murder Jorginho?
So you could have your mansion and your empire return.
I only had the mansion on a piece of paper.
But I was very happy with my life, despite Patrícia.
Until Jorginho decided for some reason
to invite all you lying sons of bitches over to my house!
Hold on, man, I never lied. I may be a gossip, but I'm no liar.
Oh, Áquila, can you say that after everything you hid from your family?
You keep your damn mouth shut!
Because Áquila shored a whole bunch of letters to Jorginho.
Some very threatening ones.
My God.
And Darlison, hiding this thing with Patrícia.
- Everyone knows about that. - Yeah.
But does everybody know about your plans to run off to Paris?
It's just a trip. To study cooking.
Going to Paris without telling me, is that it?
I was gonna tell you this week.
[Washington] Darlison thought he'd be the second in command,
but then Jorginho thought Thyellen would be easier to work on.
Until Jorginho found out about Thyellen, that every single month,
she would go over the church's accounting
and she would skim off the top.
No, no, no, it's not skimming. It's just my salary.
Oh, but what an inflated salary, I would have to say.
- Even the pastor wasn't aware. - [gasps]
[thunder crashes]
[electricity buzzing]
Come on, Thyellen, don't be upset. It was for a wonderful cause, right?
This way, we get to see a completely fictional pregnancy.
- [all gasp] - [Darlison] What?
Lucky for you, you have your opportunistic brother to help you out.
Whoa. I'm not opportunistic.
I would be, though, if your proposal was on the table.
However, you haven't made it yet.
- Let's hear it. - Just shut up, Raul. That's enough.
[Washington] You are so stupid.
I mean, did you think Jorginho Peixoto would be tricked
by the fake pregnancy test that Raul showed him?
[snickers]
What a goddamn poor people's scam.
It was obviously a scam to take advantage.
Maurício tried speaking in another language
just to try and get Jorginho's money out of Brazil.
He and Patrícia were hightailing it to Switzerland.
Wow, Patrícia, you sure would be able to visit Paris easier.
Hey, Washington, Marco, whatever your name is.
These allegations are absolutely false, first of all.
I have proof that our bank accounts in Switzerland
are emptier than Congress on Friday afternoon.
Jorginho was just smarter and made the first move.
He found the tax haven of tax havens to move all his money into.
Maurício planned to blow up Jorginho "accidentally"
with a gas leak in the shed.
But your little bomb didn't work, did it, Maurício?
You're going to regret saying all this, you know.
You're going to have to face the music on all of this,
because I have several good friends in the judiciary.
- Oh. - [thunder crashes]
Oh my God!
Ah!
[electricity buzzes]
Oh God, this is scarier than Stranger Things.
Why are you trying to blame other people, Marconi?
What do you gain with these accusations?
Just to make shit hit the fan, right?
Oh wow, Xandra, that's quite the bravery.
You were the only one here who actually had the bravery
to put a knife in his back.
Lucky for you, he was dead at that time, right?
Bravery? No. Desperation.
Desperation or obsession?
We haven't yet discussed your not-so-platonic love for Patrícia.
Or was that already mentioned?
You think you're some therapist now, Washington, or what?
Do you have a third identity that we don't know about?
Just to be sure.
You done with your little show, Marconi?
Hold on, Charles. Be patient.
So far, he's attacked everyone here except...
Except Grandma Zanina.
[Washington] No, wait a minute.
I don't have a single bad word for Zanina.
All I know is that I'm truly going to miss
this firecracker of a woman.
- Hot stuff. - Shut up, Washington!
Have you no shame? This is so embarrassing.
Oh dear Lord in heaven.
And finally, Bete, who spent years lying to everyone
about who the real father of Yara was.
[thunder rumbles]
I don't care if you're Washington, if you're Marconi.
But you have to stop your lying right now!
- Yara... - Listen, this Washington guy,
or whomever he is, is full of lies.
Hell, I've had enough of this.
[Charles] Enough, Marconi.
You are under arrest.
- [thunder crashes] - [all scream]
[Áquila] Get him!
[all shouting]
[Darlison] Hey!
[Zanina] Where is he?
- Hey. - The statue, right?
I'm going, Raul. Let's go.
[upbeat dramatic music]
[door whirring]
[thunder crashes]
We should have left this place sooner.
Oh, Bete, you're the one who wanted to stay put here.
Just to make sure Yara got her inheritance.
- Speaking of, where is she? - Yeah, where is...?
[all] Yara? Hey, Yara!
- Yara! - Yara!
[electricity buzzing]
[Áquila] No idea where she went.
She's not here.
- [Bete sobbing] - It's okay, baby, just...
Where is she?
- Oh dear Lord! - How could she? I tell her all the time,
"Stay with me, stay with me." Where did she go?
How come she left? I think I'm about to have a heart attack!
Oh Jesus, calm down, Bete!
All right, come on, Bete. Yara is really smart.
She's aware of her surroundings.
- I'm sure she's safe. - Look to God,
because faith is confidence in what we hope for
and assurance about what we do not see.
- It'll be okay. - That girl is really quick.
Of course she's quick. Our genetics are so damn fucking great.
Oh go on, my bravest son. Go find her!
- Ma, I just got back. - I'm not talking about you.
I was referring to Áquila, my boy with courage!
My being queer here in Brazil, you have to be very queer,
because straight men are a failing institution.
- Uh-huh. - Hey, cutie,
we'll start the search here on the first floor.
- There's way too many people upstairs. - All right, yeah.
- What do you mean I don't have courage? - Just go with him, boy, and quit whining.
I've spent so many years trying to keep Yara from Jorginho,
and I was right to do that.
I know that I was.
If anything happens to Yara, I'm definitely going to kill someone.
- Have some booze. - Talk to God.
- Booze, Bete. - God.
- Booze and God. - My God...
- [thunder crashes] - Oh!
- Oh my God! Oh my God! - [Bete wails]
[panting]
Aphrodite! Aphrodite!
Aphrodite. Aphrodite. Sweet Aphrodite.
- Where is it, Raul? - Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Where's the fucking statue, Raul?
The son of a bitch took our gold, Maurício.
Then let's go look for it. Come on.
- So, any sign of him? - Oh God, Charles!
- Uh, no, nothing yet. - Let's get this guy.
- Let's get him. See you, Charles. - Yeah, see you, Charles.
[dramatic music]
[panting]
[Raul] Maurício, hang on. We should split up.
[Maurício] No fucking way, Raul.
- I'm going with you. - [Raul] All right, then.
Come on. Let's go.
[thunder crashes]
[electricity buzzes]
[exhales]
Yara?
- Yara, my darling! - [Thyellen] Calm down, Bete.
- [Patrícia] Okay, Bete, calm down. - Where is that girl?
She's got to be here somewhere.
Yara? Yara! Oh my God!
[Zanina] Calm down, girl, for God's sake.
- What do we do? - It'll be okay. Let's go.
If we don't find her, we'll have to go into these woods.
Thyellen, thank you so much. You know a mother can feel so desperate.
Okay, listen...
I owe you at least an explanation about what happened.
Let's focus on the real child. We can discuss the fake one later, okay?
I have no idea what maternal instinct is, and I really hope I never do.
But we'll find your Yara, Bete. We'll find her.
Oh, Patrícia, I know that you really, really hate us.
But I appreciate you caring and worrying about Yara.
Sweetheart... Okay, yes, I'm often hateful.
But I think you have to refocus your hate sometimes.
And I'm pissed at this Washington, Marconi, whatever his damn name is.
Oh!
[Bete] If the lights came back on, it'd really help me find my daughter.
The next butler I employ will be forced to take and to pass a lie detector test.
- You may not be getting another one. - Come again? What was that?
You know what I mean. You have no money.
The inheritance is a mess.
- You should rethink your priorities. - Just, please.
Can I have five minutes of quiet?
- Yeah, because if you're... - [Bete] Do you want to fight? Go ahead.
Just do it after we find Yara, my little princess.
We'll do a DNA test so we can make sure,
and put this inheritance claim behind us once and for all.
Yara!
[suspenseful music]
[chuckles softly]
[Zanina] Oh! Oh God.
- What did you find? - [panting]
Nothing. Good chance someone stole her.
Oh my God! Yara was taken?
No. No. I mean the statue...
- Ow! - As of right now,
it's just too soon to tell, Miss Zanina.
So it's just better to wait for the detective, right, Raul?
Yeah, Maurício. You're right.
[tittering]
My boys. So, did you find Yara?
No! She must still be hiding.
Did you see the criminal?
- No, we didn't. - No, but we just got to keep looking.
- Let's go! - All right. Let's go.
- Wait, Raul. Wait up. - Oh my God.
[dramatic music]
[door lock rattling]
Goddamn it, my phone is dead.
[beeps]
[cell phone chimes and vibrates]
[pilot] Marconi, drop everything and get to the extraction point.
I'll be there in five.
[Yara] What are you stealing before running away?
And what's that about Jorginho not being my dad?
How did you find your way up here?
Ha! One of the benefits of being young and curious
is exploring around when bored and finding a secret passage.
Don't you underestimate my abilities, Marconi.
I was unlocking phones when I was two months old, ask my mom.
Yeah, well, right now you are playing with fire!
You are completely out of your league!
Hey, just tell me the truth.
Fine. Jorginho wasn't your father! He never was!
- And what are they hiding from me? - [loud crash]
[panting]
[grunts]
- It's over, Marconi. It's over for you. - Don't move, Detective.
- Don't you move. I'll shoot! - Hey, hey, calm down. Please. Just relax.
Don't worry, I'm relaxed, because this bullet right here
is flying right in your direction.
You want to find out who your father is?
Well, how about this. We'll have the detective investigate!
Please stop this! You're messing with her head!
He's trying to turn us against each other.
I'm not the one who created all this trouble.
Jorginho did that.
I was just willing to deal with it.
What do you want here, Marconi?
I want you to turn around, or I'll shoot you!
Ow!
[Yara] No, Charles!
Charles!
- Oh God, what was that? - [screams]
[Bete] My baby!
Charles! Charles!
Yara. Yara.
- Are you all right? - I'm fine. Are you hurt?
No, no. I'm fine, I'm fine.
Go be with your family. And let me borrow your phone.
- Mine is dead. - Here.
- A flashlight? - Just shake it, Charles.
[dramatic music]
[panting]
[helicopter flying]
[panting]
[helicopter flying overhead]
Américo, get the plane ready! I'm getting on the chopper!
I've got it!
[screams]
[Charles] Marconi!
[helicopter flying]
[dramatic music]
[siren blurting]
[Charles] Duda, take this statue full of gold.
[engine starts]
[siren blurts]
[door opens]
[door closes]
So, Mom...
can you be honest with me?
Was Jorginho my father or not?
The truth is confusing sometimes, Yara.
So Washington was telling the truth, then?
I don't know.
What does that even mean?
I really don't know. I really don't know.
That's the truth.
I just don't know.
Yara,
I have always been your mother
and your father.
And I'm proud... I'm proud of that.
I am too, Mom.
Well, I have some things to take care of, and I'm really tired.
I need to get some sleep, all right?
- Okay? - Hey.
Sorry to interrupt whatever plotting is going on.
No, no, no, no. We are not plotting anything here, Darlison.
After two people have died in this house,
I'd say that all the plotting here is over.
[door closes]
So you were gonna bail without me?
Hey, what about you? You were flying to Paris, weren't you?
And you were going to Switzerland.
Patrícia...
Now that everything's over, let's tell everybody about us.
I could move into your bedroom. What do you think?
Sounds lovely.
But if you did move in here, it would never work out.
No, no, we can't live here together, Darlison.
The passion would be gone.
You're overexaggerating.
We'll still hang out in my room, though.
- You want to hang out? - Yeah.
Hanging can be nice. Yeah, right?
I want you to really give it plenty of thought.
Patrícia.
[knock on door]
Hello?
Can we talk?
What's going on here?
It's embarrassing, you know?
I don't want to see anyone right now.
I can't believe it.
I don't even know how to have a kid.
Nobody knows how to.
This thing is just something most people learn as they go.
How to instruct the mind of a fragile being.
No, I was talking about making it.
What?
Oh, Maurício,
I'm a virgin.
All right.
Well, then...
Listen, I...
I know I'm not the type of guy that pastors are usually fond of.
I think I'd have a better chance being blessed by the devil.
[laughs] Yeah.
Right about that.
[sighs]
Listen,
when I first got here to this big mansion...
I was thinking that you were a big jerk.
But charming.
Though I was being a bit difficult too.
And after a while, I...
I fell for you.
I liked you a lot.
I can't believe I just said that out loud.
And I fell for you too.
And I think I like you better now that we've been honest with each other.
Because we're human.
And that's hard. It just is.
And I have a proposal for you.
If you find me a pastor who can just be a little more relaxed,
who accepts me as I am...
[laughing]
...I'll ask his blessing to become your boyfriend.
Really?
Okay, wait a sec. Let me explain.
Let's pray about it first, okay?
Then we ask the pastor for blessings from our god.
Then we go on a few dates, and we just keep things...
[sultry music]
Let's begin.
Yeah, right now.
Let's do it now.
You know the statue is broken.
Mm-hmm. So what?
So, I wanted to let you know
you're my muse again.
[both laugh]
Raul, I can't be your muse again, because I never was in the first place.
You can't go back to being something that never was.
Xandra, when you open your heart and I make it big time,
I'll give you everything you ever wanted.
A house, a car, things.
Xandra, we're into each other. Forever, babe.
Isn't it beautiful? The creator and the creation, huh?
Come on, Xandra, don't be like that now. We've got a great future here!
[chuckles]
She's into me. Yeah.
A FEW DAYS LATER
Thanks, Cezinha.
[Charles] As you all know,
the case has been closed due to a lack of a defendant.
Washington, or Marconi, ended up being a victim of his own greedy nature.
And Jorginho thought his gold trafficking and tax evasion schemes,
his offshore businesses, wouldn't be ever discovered.
So then, Charles, tell us what happened.
How did Washington poison Jorginho?
Let's get to the facts.
At first, we thought Jorginho had died from the stabbing inflicted by Xandra.
However, the autopsy report showed us
that Jorginho had suffered and died from some sort of major heart failure.
At first, we thought a heart attack was to blame.
- Oh, med... - Jorginho?
[Jorginho gasping and panting]
But this, of course, was after attempting to murder him
with an explosion by leaking gas,
an act of sabotage which Washington claims was actually caused by Maurício.
Of course, Jorginho was under pressure.
[door slams]
Others were trying to take advantage.
To deceive him.
Thyellen, give it to me.
Help me, Thyellen. Thyellen!
Not to mention the blackmailing in the past.
And the betrayal in the present.
He was threatened in every possible way.
[coughs]
If desire alone could land you in prison,
then everyone here would be locked up right now.
Though, actually, after the gas explosion in the shed failed to work out,
Jorginho returned to his office,
where some poisoned tea was just waiting there to kill him.
Cause of death:
cardiac arrest, which was set off by the ingestion of oleander,
which is a plant so common it was found right out in this very garden,
and picked by the treacherous hands of a mentor humiliated,
who finally got his revenge and caused his own death.
A killer so cunning, he waited for years
for an opportunity to have just the perfect alibi, and also nine suspects.
Jorginho had control over Marconi with this dossier here.
It contains every single crime, misdemeanor,
and felony committed by Marconi Gonçalves.
It's why he murdered him.
The nine suspects in this room narrowly escaped
because there isn't any actual evidence against them.
So, what do we do now, Charles?
Well, we can divide the inheritance the way it should be done.
Mm, that really gets messy, though. Seems too difficult.
- Well... - What, we just wait around empty-handed?
Charles, is it possible to do anything right now while we're waiting?
Wait a second.
Do you think all the statues
could...?
[both gasp]
- [Raul] Oh my God! Go! - [all shout]
Come on, people! Hold on a second.
[overlapped shouting]
[Áquila] Mine! Here.
[sighs]
[hammers pounding]
FOR SALE
[Zanina] Yeah, get it in deep. Uh-huh.
- Good. - Now we just wait for some blessed soul
to come take this white elephant off our hands.
Well, I put up signs here in so many different languages,
just so it could bring in some buyers from overseas,
since the house is so undervalued.
It's hard to sell a house this big.
And while we're waiting to sell,
I see no problem having a pool party, beautiful.
- [laughing] - Oh boy.
Well, my first priority is Salvador.
But while I'm waiting on my tickets, I think I can enjoy the pool, yeah?
Yeah, girl! I'm gonna get my bathing suit, bitch.
I'll go get my guitar. I'm feeling inspired.
Oh no! Please don't.
[indistinct chatter]
POLICE
[Charles] Bete.
Hmm?
Oh, hey there, Detective. Isn't the investigation over?
Yeah, it is, but now that everything has been solved,
we could get an ice cream, or watch a movie, or do something.
You're no longer a suspect. You're out of the investigation.
So I don't think it'd be a problem.
Well, all right.
I will, um... I will let you know.
Charles.
Come, come.
I found this in the garden.
- Is that phone Washington's? - It's Marconi's, Charles.
You'll be shocked to hear the message on it.
[Washington] Get the plane ready. I'm getting on the chopper!
Why are you here?
[screams, recording goes dead]
So there was a...
There was someone who pushed him.
Someone from the house, Charles.
Why are you here?
[screams]
[Charles] The criminal had a vested interest
in killing Washington off as a culprit.
And no one got in or out.
And now we still have nine suspects.
And a killer walks among us still.
[upbeat salsa music]