A Guerra dos Rocha Page #2

Nice, Marcondes. You're perfect.

You're the best.

Ouch, Ouch.

My God, what's that?

Live me alone.

Saraiva.

I need your help...

for my absolution.

Every chicken chirp.

But in this coop you're the cock.

We might be discrete.

- Mom.

- My son.

What are you doing here?

Do you have any idea

of what I've been trough.

Walking around,

nobody wants me.

That's why I'm here. To stay.

What will they think, Mrs. Dina.

Zeneide, could you borrow a dress

of yours to Mrs. Dina.

Yes, Mam.

Excuse me.

Mom, oh, mom.

Mom.

- Antonio Crispin.

- Yes, Mam.

- Could you take my mother-in-law home?

- Yes, mam.

I'll be right back, honey,

Is that the best you can get, Zeneide?

Zenaida.

She disappears for hours,

and no-one cares?

Sh*t!

What? It's breaking. It's breaking.

It's an old lady, Marcelo.

She can't be left alone,

you see?

She came to here.

There no way. I can tell you that.

We're going to solve it, today.

Oh my God.

Oh Zenaide, Zenaide.

This dress makes me crazy.

- Zenaide, Zenaide.

- What's this?

Help, pervert.

Help, help.

Pervert, help.

Oh my God.

Paola, darling.

Your husband's adviser,

Marcondes, is a pervert.

He tried to grab be.

Oh, Mrs. Dina.

Don't make up stories.

Guys, she is really creative.

Pupi, we have to get rid of her.

She is a bomb.

A tsunami.

Let's think positive.

Thank you, Crispin.

My keys?

Can't find it.

Where is it?

Where is everybody?

Marcelo!

Carol!

Dina! Hey Dina!

Are you sightseeing?

It is good to your health.

Why so many policemen in here?

- Do you want me to take care of it?

No, Marcondes.

The best thing you do is to be quiet.

Julia, Cesar, open up!

Let's get out from this dreadful place.

It's not that bad.

I was raised in here.

But you left.

If you liked here you would've stayed.

Let's get out of here.

No, it's not that bad.

- It's open.

No, no way.

I won't take it, anymore.

- It's our mom, do you remember?

Yes, it's OURS.

You're the one with more money.

What?

No, no, no, no, no.

Don't even think about it.

I have a young son. I've been with

her much more then what we've agreed.

- It's your turn, Marcos.

No, she was with me, once.

- No, it's Cesar's turn.

- It's been years...

it was before you got married

to Paola, Marcos.

I know. Why doesn't Cesar gives back

mom's house,

and find him his own?

What she'd do here alone?

Drag chain?

- No way.

He is useless, useless.

Where is he?

Hey, Marcelo.

I still don't know what

you are good for?

I'm NOT good for your gang.

That's for sure.

- Don't talk to me like that.

- We're in family.

Do you want me to take care of it?

Do you?

- Not yet.

- What a family.

Which of you once worried about mom?

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