A Guerra dos Rocha Page #5

I don't know, Magro.

But I think we were luck.

Let's hide on that house.

It might be empty.

I know.

Excuse me, Ladies.

We're doing a market poll

about a new product...

- I'm not interested.

- Wait, what's the product?

This one grandma.

Get inside, inside.

- To the right.

- Where?

Seat down.

Now what?

What are we going to do with them?

The policemen are around.

Shut up, Magro.

Shut up.

I'm thinking.

The thief is thinking.

Get up, let's go.

Get up, let's go.

- Where is the bathroom?

- It's upstairs.

Go, go.

I'm so worried with

my grandma, Abilinho.

Do you think it's really her?

I think she's up to something.

Help, open up.

Open this door.

They are destroying my house.

We have to get out of here.

Before they find my hiding place.

Don't worry. No-one is going to

look under your mattress.

Mattress?

Do you think I'd put

money under the mattress?

"Pur prehaze!"

What a name for a candy.

Magro, my friend.

I know this leaf.

Me too.

It's a good stuff.

Hey, brother. This candy is crazy.

As they say,

- it's "bueno".

- "bueno".

What? What is it?

Help me to get up here.

Wait, be careful, go.

Nono, Nono, come here, Nono.

The mailman.

- Hel...

- Quiet.

Are you crazy, don't yel.

Two old ladies,

undefended.

Let's put this there.

Maybe he went there,

in the back.

While we were fighting,

mom...

a disaster like that makes

us to think a lot.

Sir, Sir, Sir, Sir.

Oh, My God.

By this time Cesar might be

on his 5th sedative.

A news like that,

he won't take it.

You're so hot.

Only I know that.

Hold me tight, hold me tight.

Do anything with me, Cesar.

Tell me something?

If Pupi goes to jail.

Will you take care of me?

We'll talk about it after the trial.

Come, hottie.

Come? Come?

Jesus Christ.

My God, I'm not seeing that.

- Oh, that's outrageous

- What?

It should have a witness, Nono.

What?

- I'm not delirious, am I, Nono?

- No.

What I saw is real, right?

Yes, you saw it.

You did, and so did I.

What a shame.

Now it's been proven who's

the b*tch in this family,

it's Paola.

And Marcos is a cuckold.

Oh, poor man.

He thinks he's the best.

All stuck up and cuckold.

And by a brother.

Listen, Nono.

It's polite,

when a friend is suffering, as I am,

the other shouldn't

increase the pain.

But if you want to talk about

my family,

I think I can do the same.

Because your son it's

not better than mine.

What?!

You didn't even know Cassiano.

How could you say something?

Oh, but it's not me who is talking.

Everybody is.

- And you know that.

- What?

Your boy was always fragile,

always weird,

a little...

feminine,

a flower.

And you know that, because you made

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