01x11 - The Truth Will Set You Free

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The system wants to punish us,
but it doesn't know how to
forgive
us.

It accepts the wicked but has no tolerance

for the truth.

The journey is trying
and must be undertaken with faith.

And with our heads held high.

Our own brother Tomás
is a brilliant lawyer.

And he is a man who lost himself.

And found himself again.

As I did.

And as every one of you here today.

In this, we are all equal.

We are united
in our mutual search for redemption.

Tomás, take the floor for us, please.

Go on, Tomás.

There is no forgiveness
in a world of lies.

And no punishment exists
in that world either.

All that exists is oblivion.

And those of us who are here,
stuck in cages,

we are all the forgotten ones.

We are humbled and brought to our knees.

But there is the one thing

that may turn our lives around
and bring redemption.

The truth.

Praise the truth!

-Praise the truth.
-Lies will only bring us shame.

Some of us live in denial.

Others prefer to…
forget how we ended up here.

But what we need

is to be tolerant.

Because we absolutely have to accept this.

Because the truth, when you accept it,
is much greater than forgiveness.

The truth is much greater
than the punishment!

-Praise the truth.
-Are you ready to accept the truth?

-We are, brother! We accept the truth!
-Praise the truth!

-The truth will set us free.
-Praise the truth.

-That's right.
-I am not innocent.

And I am not guilty.

What I am is chosen
for a journey of true transformation.

-Praise the truth.
-Yes, I k*lled a man.

I committed m*rder!

And when I tell the world the reason
that made me do what I did,

I'll be praising my truth…

which is my salvation.

-Praise the truth.
-Praise the truth.

Do you have the strength
to say it, brothers?

-We refuse to feel shame for our actions!
-We refuse to feel shame for our actions.

-We refuse to regret our actions!
-We refuse to regret our actions.

Because we are who we are!

We are who we are!

Hey, counselor?

Your father left this.

Dropped it in the visitors' room.
Is this your son?

That's none of your business.

It's hard. I have a son too.

The day I get out of this place,
I finally get to see him again.

Chin up. You'll see your kid again soon.

Shut your mouth!
It's none of your business!

-I didn't mean nothin'.
-Shut your damn mouth.

You understand?

DESPERATE LIES

-Your favorite coffee.
-Smells good.

-Here.
-Thanks.

Once in a while,
the boys ask me what Tomás did.

Why they put their dad in prison.

What am I supposed to say?

"Oh, he's in prison
because he m*rder*d Oscar

who was trying to blackmail us
with your DNA results"?

I can't tell them the truth.

I'll have to keep on lying until the end.
I have to.

They could find out anyway, Liana.

You know, secrets have their own weight,
and the kids will start to feel it.

And Tomás refusing
to see you doesn't help either.

There's so much sorrow between us.

So much distance.

Does our marriage even still exist?

Well, I think you'll be getting
an answer soon enough.

What do you mean?

From Tomás,
since he's getting released early.

Liana, Dad filed the motion

to have his sentence reduced
and get him released.

I haven't been told any of this.

Why didn't Tomás mention
anything in his last letter?

Why am
I
the last to know?

Mm. I don't know.

Maybe he just wanted to make sure

the judge authorized it
before telling you?

So that you wouldn't uh… uh…

I can't say. Mm… I don't know why.

You can get in touch
with the Defender's Office

because you now meet
the eligibility criteria.

First, you need to make sure
you get the reports

for your studies and good behavior.

Make sure you have the copies
before you contact them.

And then… they can file your application.

-It'll work out.
-Mm-hmm.

There. All set.

-Study and behave.
-Thank you.

That's your ticket out of here.

Your visitor's here.

I wasn't expecting any.

It's your wife.

He's refusing to see me?

-Those were his words?
-Yes, ma'am. He's not coming.

Sir?

If I write my husband a note,
can you deliver it to him?

-Yes, I can.
-I'll be quick.

Tomás, what are you trying to do?

Punish me? Chastise me?

I know that words written
on a bit of paper won't make the distance

between us any smaller.

A real distance that you keep increasing.

Deepening.

I don't understand why you're doing this.

Your sister told me you might be getting
out of prison early.

Why wouldn't you share
such important news with me?

News that makes me so happy.

The boys miss you tremendously.

Can I tell them
that their dad will be coming home soon?

Write to me.

Answer me, Tomás.

Close the distance
between us, our children, our family.

-Who doesn't know how to ride?
-I'm not ashamed, just scared.

-You don't know how to ride a bike?
-I'll teach you.

-I don't know.
-Done deal. I taught my brother to ride.

-A long time ago.
-You gotta try.

-Whoo-hoo!
-Hey, look out!

-sh*t!
-Come on, let's go!

-No!
-You like that?

You like that?

-Wait!
-Robson, enough!

I'm coming in.

I'm gonna sign up for Slam, I think.

-You think, or you are?
-I'm in.

That's so amazing!

I've never really performed anything
in public,

so I'm actually kind of… nervous.

The key is just to relax.

Let it flow, be chill.

I mean, you have to practice
and know your stuff,

but if you want,
I can help you with all that.

-I think I would like that.
-Name the day.

Jump in! Take that!

-Enough!
-Dude!

-Wait! Look at this! Look at this!
-You ready?

-Three, two, one…
-What's up with your brother?

He's so quiet today.

Um… He doesn't really like it here.
That's all.

Neither do I.

Hey.

Coming? It feels good.

-No, not right now.
-Aw!

-Later. I'm too cold.
-You'll get used to it.

-I want to warm up.
-What's the matter? You a p*ssy?

-f*ck off, Robson!
-How did he almost drown?

-Were you there too?
-He didn't listen to our dad.

-He went in when he shouldn't have.
-Come!

He was just playing around,
and his foot got stuck or something.

He was underwater for a long time
before our dad got him out.

On three. One.

Two.

Three, go!

It was a long time ago. We were young.

It's all a big blur now.

Okay.

So cold!

You did it.

Whoa!

-Knock it off.
-Afraid he's gonna get cold?

Stop! Let him go!

It's not funny!

You need to let him up! Stop it!

Get out of there, Marcos!
Come on!

-He's not gonna drown.
-Mateus!

-We're just having fun!
-Whoa!

-What's going on?
-
Marcos? Dad!

Marcos is drowning! Help!

-Marcos!
-Dad!

-Marcos?
-He's stuck! Help him, Dad!

Dad?

-What the f*ck?
-He's fine!

-as*h*le!
-We're good.

-What's your problem?
-You're good.

-What's your problem?
-You can't take a joke!

You're an as*h*le! Get off me!

You need to calm down! Everything's fine!

-What's wrong with you?
-You gonna stick up for these two losers?

-Are you serious?
-You shut your f*cking mouth!

Why didn't your dad rescue you again?

He's in China
or whatever bullshit place you say he is?

Why are you bringing our dad into this?

-You don't fool me for a second, weirdos!
-Get out of here!

-Get lost, as*h*le!
-Have fun with these losers.

Are you all right?

You should sit.

He's gone.

You all right?

Robson's an idiot.

Let's go for a swim.

-Always had those freckles?
-Yeah, sort of.

I think this part looks like a bird.

An owl or something.

-Nuh-uh.
-It does.

-I can't take it anymore.
-What's the deal?

We're waiting for them
to tell me whether I got it.

-When are you supposed to know?
-Within three days.

I got you something from my locker.

Follow me. I want you to see this.

See ya!

Hey, man! Wait up! Wait up!

Hey there, Mateus.

You're kinda late.

I thought you chickened out.

Get on your knees
and pray for forgiveness.

-Wait a sec. Praying?
-Of course.

I'm not getting on my knees.

-Let's hear it.
-Quit stalling.

-I don't know it by heart yet.
-We just wanna hear.

Hold on. Not from there.
You can read it, but you gotta stand up.

-In front? You serious?
-Come on.

-It's about energy. You gotta stand.
-Talk loud.

Do it!

What's going on with this one?

Got me hooked
On day one like a phenomenon

Arrived out of the blue
When least expected

Showed me a world I never suspected

Now I write words interconnected

Selected

I'm just the apprentice
She's the queen wordsmith.

I dare you to contradict this

With her in sight, my words take flight

Something I can't even fight

Because it's not just words
In me, she lights

That was great.

Hmm.

-I didn't know he could do that.
-Let's go.

So? What did you think?

Not bad. I liked it.

Yeah? Did you really?

Honestly, it's pretty good.

Only a little bit cliché, you know?

-Mm-hmm.
-But I liked it.

-Really. It's a good start.
-Thanks.

You know,
everything I said is true, Júlia.

Mm.

If you wanna take it to the next level,
try a little more rage, yeah?

SUCCESSFUL LAWYER KILLS
BUSINESSMAN IN RIO DE JANEIRO

ROSENTHAL CONVICTED OF m*rder

Sorry I'm late.

Ten minutes isn't worth interrupting
the class to know why you're late.

Sit down.

Thank you.

So…

Slam battles.

Slam battles are a modern way
of using the spoken word.

A completely different approach
to expressing ourselves.

Spoken word poetry can help everyone
discover something about themselves.

When we write poetry, or should I say,
when we construct a poem, we pave the way.

You pave the way for questions.

Such as, "Who am I?"

"What do I want?
What do I need? Where am I going?"

And those questions
can be very cool and fun.

For example, who here knows
what they want to do or study later on?

Okay?

-Pâmela, tell us.
-For sure, administration.

So I can help my parents with business.

-Good choice.
-Such a good daughter.

And practical. You see, she's aligning
her interests with the family's.

And I'm sure your parents
will be very grateful.

Yes, Marcos.

I want to go to law school
so I can be a lawyer like my dad.

-Excellent.
-I agree. It's perfect.

If Marcos hops to it,

he could start working on getting
his dad out of jail right away.

Maybe he'll be as famous as his old man.

What's going on here?

-Turn those off! No phones!
-I sent it.

These two are the sons
of a famous m*rder*r.

-What the f*ck?
-Back in your seats.

What's your problem?
Want me to kick your a*s?

Want to use your fists or a g*n?

Shut your f*cking mouth,
or I'll shut it for you!

-That's enough!
-What do you want?

-Huh, as*h*le?
-Stop, Marcos!

-Runs in the family.
-Robson!

-Shut your mouth. Go f*ck yourself!
-Crazy.

Quiet! Please be quiet, Marcos!
That's enough!

Take a look.
Now everyone can know the truth.

I like the mug shot.

Where did you get all this?

-The Internet. This sh*t is everywhere.
-How do you know it's true?

-It was in the paper.
-Dante will take care of this.

He'll talk to the principal.

Robson is such an idiot. I can't…

What are those?

-Who put these up here?
-Robson, who else?

Piece of sh*t!

The question we should ask,
is the son of a m*rder*r…

-Marcos!
-Marcos!

-Wait! He's messing with you!
-I'll show you!

Hey, hey!

That's enough!

Stop, stop! Marcos, that's enough! Stop!

I said that's enough! Stay away!

-Marcos?
-Relax! Relax!

Have you lost your minds?
What's the matter?

You all right? What's the matter with you?

You're acting like animals!
This is totally unacceptable!

We will not tolerate this!

Let me see, Robson.

Our zero-tolerance policy applies
to all violence inside of our school.

The other boy
could have been seriously injured.

This could be grounds for expulsion.

I hit him too.

-Don't lie, Mateus. You didn't.
-Did too.

Be quiet, both of you!

I'm sorry, Miss Ieda.

I realize this was very serious.

But where do we go from here?

I'm willing to give you a second chance.

They're both suspended.

And when you come back, you behave.

No more fighting, or you're out.
You understand?

TEACHER'S LOUNGE

-Thank you for understanding.
-Take care, Liana.

Robson?

Come in, please.

We just spoke with the principal.

-They got a suspension.
-This school sucks.

Robson started it all. He provoked us--

That's enough, Mateus. This was wrong!

Violence is never the answer.

Are your bags in your lockers?

Júlia has 'em.

Go get them.

Yeah.

It's nearly impossible to keep calm
with that much provocation.

I just feel like I've failed
as a parent right now.

I'm not giving them the tools
to deal with their feelings.

Because they're not like this.
They're not violent.

It's true that their dad…
is in prison for k*lling someone.

-But it was an accident.
-You don't have to explain.

You don't owe me anything.

Whenever it gets out,
the reaction's always brutal.

Always the worst possible.

They had just turned ten
when this whole nightmare started.

Mm. We love them,
but kids sure can be cruel.

I was worried people would say
things about my daughter's accident

and handicap.

I was worried she'd be rejected
just 'cause she was different.

Mm-hmm.

I think we're always trying
to protect our children.

Yeah, but protecting them
from everything is impossible.

And personally, I think they need
to… learn how to deal with reality.

It's hard, but it's good for them.

Our kids will learn to live
with their heads held high

if we show them how.

They will.

I know it won't always be easy. No way.

So if you ever need help
trying to figure it all out,

I'm here for you.

Thank you.

I mean it.

-Ciao.
-Ciao.

Have you told them
about what happened?

FAMILY OF CROOKS

Class? Come here.

Class? Come here!

Everybody.

I want everyone here.

Mateus and Marcos, that means you.

Come on.

All right. Now, make a circle.

Reach in and take out one of the stones.

Pick one and hold onto it, please.

Come on. Come on. Come on. All of you.

There's some left.

Excellent.

I want us… I want us to…
I want to open up a discussion.

About… what it means to make a mistake.

Can anyone tell me?

What it means… to make a mistake?

Anyone?

Well…

I think I can say…

that I know what it means.

Mistakes are… more than failures.

Making a mistake is like going down a road

without knowing where it might lead.

But without making mistakes,
we don't get very far in life.

I can tell you your lives will always,
always be confronted with choices.

Like these stones… in front of you.

Along the road.

Many stones, like those in your hand,
but some much bigger, but… honestly, it…

It doesn't really matter.

It doesn't matter how big the stone is
when you stumble.

What really matters is the fall.
The size of the fall.

And even worse than falling, Pâmela,

is being judged and punished for doing so.

In the past, people were…
judged in the public square, Robson.

They were thrust in the middle,
and anyone who thought they were guilty

could pelt them with stones.

Pretty much like what happens
all over the Internet.

Am I right?

But… not in our classroom.

Not in our class ever again!

We can't be those people.

We can't throw stones
and start judging our friends

every time we stumble.

And even less so
when our… parents are the ones who fall.

I…

…have stumbled.

I'm standing here, before you…

…a fallen man.

I…

committed a very grave… error.

I made a big mistake with my daughter.

Is there anyone here who thinks
that I shouldn't be forgiven

and allowed to go on with my life?

If so… then I urge you
to cast the first stone.

So, listen.

I'm not lying about Dad anymore.

-I think we need to find a new school.
-Not again.

f*ck what anyone thinks about this!

Doesn't matter if they all know.

You're right. Screw those assholes.

I don't care anymore!

Anyone can look up what Dad did.
Why lie about it?

I'm not gonna hide from it anymore.

I'm done. Done!

You get what I'm saying, Mom?

Absolutely.

The three of us together,
we've always been a team.

Now and forever.

One day Dad will be back on the team.

-Sílvia?
-Hi, sweetheart!

Hi!

Are you hungry?
I'm running a little late with dinner.

No worries. I can wait.

Besides, I wanted to share
my big news first.

What news?

I'm leaving Antares.

How come?

Ah!

I think I've made the rounds.

I need a change
from being the clinic's director.

I've been doing the same thing
for so many years.

Now I want to do something else,
focus more on my research.

Maybe do some consulting.

I can't spend my whole life
working for other people, Sílvia.

-Okay.
-Hey, what's that face?

-Nothing.
-Everything's going to be fine.

Who knows? Maybe I'll take on
a… postdoc degree.

Change is good. Trust me.

I need to make a salad.

Right. I'll set the table
while you do that.

Great!

We need a bigger bed.

A big, king-size bed.

What for, Inácio?

-It'd never fit in here.
-Mm!

You know what I think, though?

Hm?

It was good for us to have been able
to stay here for so long,

with your mom and Vicente.

But I think it's time for a change.

To move forward in our lives.

And what exactly
does moving forward look like?

Having our own place, for one.
Which means more freedom, of course.

An apartment with your own studio.

-It'd be amazing, Inácio.
-Again with this, Beatriz.

-It'd be great. Come on.
-You just can't let it go.

Listen to you.

You know that my mom
is not gonna like this idea one bit.

Inácio, I think it'll be good for Sílvia
and Vicente, you know what I mean?

It'll be good for all of us.

You guys are actually here. I didn't know.

-And we are completely famished.
-Well, you're in luck.

-Your mother made enough for an army.
-I'll go get the plates, you sit.

Chicken enchiladas?

-Mm-hmm.
-Mm-hmm. It's amazing, Bia.

You have to taste.

-I gave up meat, but it looks great.
-Uh…

I'll make myself some eggs
or something, if you don't mind.

-Of course not. Go right ahead.
-Thanks.

Why don't you let me help you?

-You know I'm the king of omelets.
-Mm! Sounds delish.

When we have our place,
we'll have a menu for the vegetarian.

Did I hear you right, Inácio?

-I'll be your chef.
-"Our own place." You heard?

-They're adults, Sílvia.
-But…

That's life.

But why do they need their own place?
What's wrong with this one?

Butter is key.

-Have you been there long?
-Not really.

I'm getting ready.

You haven't touched Dad's stuff in ages.

Is he coming home?

Yes, but I don't know when.

I figure I should probably air these out.

Make sure everything's still wearable.

That's assuming they still fit.

Maybe he doesn't even
wear the same size now.

Good night, Mom.

Good night.

Hey, man, did you talk to Pâmela?

No.

And… her reaction wasn't very good
when she found out about Dad, so…

She's pretty much ghosting me.

Totally opposite of Júlia, right?

It is what it is.

Júlia is cool, isn't she?

For sure.

But she's already taken, you know?

Some guy called Mateus, I think.

Lucky dude.

You're funny.

And it's a good thing
you're always on
my
side.

Mateus?

Do you remember our tenth birthday?

Why do you have to bring that up?

I don't know.

Oscar came to the party.

Dad wasn't happy about that.

Then there was all this confusing stuff.

And he died.

-Yeah, he did. But you need to let it go.
-How am I supposed to let it go?

We've never been able to find out anything
about him, only about Dad.

Why would Dad wanna k*ll Oscar?

Here's what I think.

Ask him directly when he gets out.
Maybe he'll tell you.

But it could be a while. Better sit tight.

Remember how Mom
always said he was no good?

Like he was a criminal or something.

Why is that?

He was so nice to us.

He did something bad.

Yeah, but what did he do
that would get him shot?

Why did Dad have a g*n?

Why'd he sh**t Oscar?

And why is Mom
keeping all of this from us?

Don't you ever think about it?

Yeah, but not that much these days.

I have my own life.

I'm busy living my own,
and you should be too.

Forget this bullshit. It's exhausting.

Good night.

Good night.

What we're gonna do is attach
all the clips I have here

to the wire,
one color at a time until we're done.

You ready?

-Here you go.
-Okay.

Put it wherever you want.

-Can I turn it towards me more?
-Of course, of course.

Concentrate on how you're holding it.

Take your time. Yeah?

I wanna be a cartoon artist.

Then you will be.

Do you trust me?

I do.

Hm!

You did great.

You can't make this stuff up.
You just can't.

I know! I never would've believed it
if I hadn't been there.

Liana?

Do you remember us?

Yes, Sergio.

How are you, Betina?

I'm good. You?

How have you been?

Not bad.

Are you still teaching?

Yes.

Early childhood education
and some volunteer work.

That's nice.

It's good to see you.

-I'll be going.
-No.

How's Marcos?

What's he like?

He's good.

He's , right?

Yes, he is.

He's doing well.

He and Mateus are good.

You know, I've never been able to forget
the last time that I saw you.

Neither have I, Betina.

I really do have to go.
I have an appointment.

You can't just leave!

Let's go… have a coffee.

We do have history, don't we?

Why don't we plan for another day?

She has an appointment,
and we're not going anywhere.

We can just give her a call.

It'll be more relaxed, huh?

Liana?

It's all right.

My appointment can wait.

I was completely destroyed
when you took Marcos from us.

We wanted to be parents.

We had the nursery ready.

Life lost its meaning
when you took our son.

Every day was t*rture.

Yeah.

Those were difficult times in our house.

I couldn't do it.

I understand.

He's your child.

But you'd made that promise to us.

You gave me your word he'd be mine.

I want to know about him.

Do you have a photo?

I want to know what he looks like.

No. No, I don't.

You don't have any pictures
of your children on your phone?

Tina, please go easy.

This is hard for all of us.

She wants to keep it
in the past. It's her right.

I've imagined what it would be like
for us to see you again.

Because I wanted to tell you…
that I still got to be a mother.

I'm sorry.

Sorry for breaking my promise

and the suffering
that my decision caused you.

It all worked out.

Right? We healed.

I would like to see Marcos.

-Honey.
-No, Betina. No.

I respect you. I know you're good.

And you really love my son,
but I… just… can't let you.

I don't think it would be good
for us to open that door again.

I do wish you and your family
all the happiness you deserve.

And I wish that for you too.

Your family has a special place
in our hearts.

Hi, Liana.

Liana?

Is everything all right?

No. Quite the opposite.

I'm afraid I'm a terrible mother.

I'm afraid that I won't be able
to protect my children.

From getting hurt and suffering.

It keeps me awake at night, you know?

I'm always on the edge.

In the past, I made huge mistakes,
trying to protect them.

So now, I don't trust my own decisions.

Saw you out there.

-Where?
-When I was in the schoolyard.

-I was talking to my class in a circle.
-Ah.

-I really appreciated your example.
-Thanks.

I think it's important
for them to know we all get it wrong.

I messed up.

I don't think you can compare
our situations, Dante.

I know. I wasn't trying to compare
our situations or anyone's, really.

I just…

wanted to show support.

So you know that you're not alone.

We've made mistakes.

I've kind of been in your shoes.

We can help each other out.

I can't talk about it.

I can't… share such difficult memories.

Right.

-That involve other people.
-Hm.

I'm happy to listen to your story, though.
If you wanna share.

Well…

When Ana Vitoria…
had her accident and cut herself.

I felt I was responsible
for what happened to her.

That it was my fault.

At the time… I only thought about myself.

My career, getting my master's,
all of that stuff.

That's all I thought about.

After the accident, I…

I completely fell apart.

I dropped out and quit everything.

Those were some pretty dark times.

What k*lled me was that I
could've prevented what happened to her.

If I'd been paying attention,
she wouldn't've gotten hurt.

If.

-It is such a powerful word.
-Yeah.

I sometimes wonder how
different our lives would be 'if'…

Yet, all we can do is move forward.

We have moved forward, me and Ana Vitoria.

Because nothing can change what happened.

Wondering ''what if'' doesn't do any good.

No, Dante. I don't want to.

-I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
-I'm the one who's sorry.

I just got caught up in the moment.

Tomás is getting out of prison.

That's good.

I've been waiting a long time
to say those words.

Right.

I want to get it right with him.

Tomás, this is the second letter
I've sent you, and you haven't replied.

Your silence makes me anxious,

and I can't take it much longer.

Are they letting you out?

Let me know.

Our boys need to know.

And I want our family back together.

-
Do it again! Yes!
-
Wow, look at you!

Awesome!

Ah!

-Oh yeah!
-How'd you get so good all of a sudden?

Put her there!

So good, buddy.

How many points you think you got?

-A thousand.
-You barely missed any. You deserve it.

-Why don't we count?
-'Kay.

Down you go. Beautiful.

Now let's count how many are in the box.

-Here we go.
-Here.

Okay, I'll go first.

-Ready?
-Each one is worth ten points, remember?

Ten…

So I'll see you
at the same time next week?

Sounds good.

-I'll see you.
-Bye.

Mm. I'm so impressed by your progress.

-Next week you're going to score more.
-Thanks. Yeah.

-Ciao.
-Let's go home.

-Bye, Liana.
-Do all your exercises, 'kay?

I will.

It's so inspiring to see the connection
you have with the kids.

You would make an incredible therapist
yourself, Júlia.

If you're interested.

I'd love it.

I'm even more sure since working with you.

I'm glad.

I find it rewarding.

My work brings joy and purpose to my life.

I don't know what I'd do
without these kids.

It must have been a lot to juggle
with your husband in prison.

Sorry. That was out of line.
I shouldn't have said that.

-No, it's fine.
-I'm so sorry.

It was very hard, definitely.

You're right.

But I think I did a good job
of raising my boys, no?

I'm kinda biased on that one.

I struggle sometimes.

I'm sad, and I worry a lot.

But I try hard not to complain.

Expressing yourself isn't complaining.

It's supposed to be healthy.

I mean, I'd like to share
more of my own anxiety and issues.

Yeah?

Mm.

Such as?

Uh, it's…

You don't have to say anything.

-I get it.
-No. No, no, it's…

It's just that I got really screwed over
in the past by a guy.

Now I protect myself.

Don't shut yourself off.

Don't let your past
take joy away from you.

We fall, and then we get up again.

-Like Dante says we should.
-Right.

It's true.

And when you do, you'll find…
because I know you will,

someone who's amazing.

And thinks you are as well.

Makes two of us.

-Me too?
-Yeah.

I already manage
all the lives I can handle.

Hey.

Speak of the devil.

Hey, guys, what's up?

She's all yours. We're finished.

Let's ride into town.

-Sure, sound's good.
-You sure?

Mm-hmm.

-Mom, we won't be long.
-See you later.

-Bye.
-Bye.

-Ciao, Liana. I'll see you next time.
-Ciao. Have fun.

-Come on.
-What have you been up to?

I wanted to tell you about our dad myself.

But… I didn't really know
how you would react.

I get it.

Yeah, but Pâmela didn't.

'Cause Pâmela's a bit of a flake.

Yeah?

Honestly, Marcos and I don't know
exactly what happened.

It's been off-limits
to talk about it at home, you know?

Makes sense.

I'm sure your mom figured
it was best to leave it alone.

I like being around her. She's so cool.

-Yeah?
-Yeah!

Maybe the walls come down
when she's working with the kids.

She's closed off with us.

Isn't she, Marcos?

Yeah.

Hm. That's rough.

You guys want something to drink?

-I'm thirsty.
-Good.

-Yeah, I'm in.
-Beer?

-Sounds good.
-Cool.

I need to talk to you.

That's funny. I need to talk to you too.

You can go first.

I wanted…

I'm really comfortable being around you

but it seems like every time I try to get
a little closer, you seem to get nervous.

Yeah, I am.

I think I'm a little scared, you know?

'Cause I've gotten screwed over
by this guy I went out with for a while.

He was a real jerk.

-But… I thought I loved him. It was bad.
-I'm not a jerk.

Trust me.

Trust is something you have to earn.

I like you a lot. Can we start there?

Here you go.

-Looks good.
-Thanks, man.

Marcos?

Mateus?

It's me.