A Guerra dos Rocha Page #4

No old lady, around 80, is in here?

Old people is what we have the most.

If you want to check for yourself...

you can even choose one.

She's not here, too.

This is the last near hospital.

Excuse me.

I think it's better for

us to wait at home.

- What is it, Cesar?

- I hate hospitals.

Do you know how many

germs are in here

waiting for someone to pass by?

Do you know.

Under control, Sir.

Under control.

Senator Marcos Vinicius Rocha.

Is he in here for surrender?

Please, Sir.

Lady, Mam.

Here is a thing, officer.

My mom, an 80 years old lady,

is missing.

We'd like to have your discreet

and prompt help.

Poor thing, officer.

So, Mr. Marcos Vinicius,

we can only consider a missing person

after 48 hours.

I had to heat everything up again.

Bebel, come.

No sign of her.

Now, it's up to God.

What should we do?

A prayer?

Bad news comes fast.

Julia, you don't speak...

you hurt.

I have to go down, my mom is calling.

- Wait, Bebel.

- I really have to.

Otherwise she'll go crazy.

Your mom is not going to go crazy.

She IS crazy.

Julia thinks she is elegant.

Imagine if she wasn't.

I'm facing the facts.

When someone at this age disappears,

what could've happened?

But I refuse to think like that.

I don't know what I'm doing here,

I don't like Julia.

What the...

Pupi, Pupi, my expensive dress.

You, b*tch.

No phone right now.

Hello.

Hi, Mr. Clovis.

Get out. Out.

Hi, Mr. Clovis.

Hello?

Stop yelling.

Hello?

It's from the hospital.

They're asking you to go there.

It's about grandma.

Call us as soon as you get news.

Cesar, are you sure you don't

want to go? It's your mom.

We don't know it, yet.

And I've been to the hospital.

I was exposed to many germs.

Okay. We call you.

Kisses, honey.

Let's go.

She'll stay with him.

She is like him.

They'd be trouble in there.

Bye, darling. Let's go.

Dear Sir.

Oh, My God.

What is that?

Is that her face?

Dear Sir, Dear Sir.

But...

What happened to her?

She was overran.

By a truck.

That's what was left.

Is it really her?

- Dear Sir?

- It's her.

It's really her.

I'm sure. Look.

Look.

Why did I leave this happen?

Do you expect something

Got married, got Bilinho,

got sick of his wife...

hu-humm.

And left me with a grandson to raise,

Do you think it's nice?

You know, Nono,

about Cassiano, your son,

I'd prefer to be quiet about it.

Later we talk about that.

Why, Dina?

Do you know something I don't.

I do.

What?

I know how stupid we are.

Why are you saying that, Dina?

Tell me.

I'm leaving.

- I want to know, Dina.

- I need to face them.

Give me, give me your watch.

Hold it.

Hold it, hold it.

Go, go, go, go.

What's inside these boxes, Curi?

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