The Business (2013–2018): Season 3, Episode 8 - Separação - full transcript

Either go pay that hooker
and come back home,

or you'll see your kid
just once a month.

She's on a warpath.
It'll be tough for me and for you.

I'll be at your side.

Hi. I'm Gustavo.

-I'm with my boyfriend.
-Any problem?

I'll kill anybody
that even touches you.

-You think it suits the apartment?
-I don't know, but it suits me.

Sorry. This isn't for sale.
Sorry.

THANKS FOR
AN UNFORGETTABLE NIGHT. FABIO

Don't you ever
speak to me again!



I'm not dumping her.
I'll make her dump me.

My bag of hairs is one
of the greatest solutions ever.

A psychiatrist friend of Dad's
is going to help you, Zanini.

-I love you.
-I'm screwed.

My husband knows our son's
blood type doesn't match his.

He's your kid.

O NEGOCIO
Season III

Episode 8
SEPARATION

I hope this isn't just
for Social Services.

-No, he'll be sleeping here in no time.
-I hope so.

Came out nice.

When his toys are everywhere
and the walls are all streaky,

then it will be nice.

-Yes?
-I'm from the Justice Department.



I have a notice
for Mr. Augusto Sanchez Filho.

He can't see his kid
any day of the week?

-Never.
-Never ever?

-Never ever.
-That's ridiculous.

-What a bitch!
-That's not definite, is it?

No, there's a hearing soon,
Augusto must convince the judge,

his wife's accusations
are false.

What accusations?

That me and Augusto
are the worst people alive.

What?

She says I'm immoral,
I exploit women,

and my best friend was arrested
for having sex in public.

Me?

She claims I live in a dangerous
and violent world,

using the shootout
as an example.

-Unbelievable.
-Plus Ariel beating up Edgar.

He had it coming.

She says I'm some femme fatale
that makes men go wild.

What nonsense.

And her witness is the guy
Augusto hit because of me.

She says we're at risk for the boy's
physical and moral well-being.

No way!

She even got a copy
of what Carpeaux made me say.

-Where you deny being an escort?
-Yes.

She's trying to discard
your credibility.

Exactly.

That is so ridiculous.
The judge won't admit any of it.

I hope so.

While Augusto lost his son,
some of us got one.

-Did you get the results?
-I did.

-I'm a dad.
-Really?

Karin, can we celebrate?
Or must we grieve for Augusto?

You may celebrate.

-Thanks!
-Congratulations!

Take it easy. It's just a kid.
Any idiot can have kids.

It's not like I built a bridge
or anything, Cesar, but thanks.

Thanks.

Yes, Mom, I thought after Oscar,
I'd be single for a while,

but Chris took me by surprise,
you and Dad have to meet him.

I'll organize it. Don't worry.

Mom, I have to hang up.
He's calling me. Bye.

Hi, Chris.

-Where are you?
-Home. Why?

-You like asparagus?
-I love them.

How would you know?
You've never had a real one.

Sure I have.

You had a shadow,
a ghost of an asparagus.

I'm taking you
some real asparagus.

-Great. When?
-I'll fix you some for lunch.

-What?
-I'm having lunch with Dad.

No problem.
I'll do that some other time.

Okay. Speaking of which,
my parents want to meet you.

Can we have lunch with them?

-Let me know when.
-Okay.

-Talk to you later. Love you.
-Love you.

So I got dressed to go out.
I wasn't having lunch with Dad.

I was having lunch
with a client.

-Try that.
-What is it?

-Tom Collins.
-Be warned, I'm an expert.

-I'm a Tom Collins expert.
-Let's see.

What can I say?

It's the best Tom Collins
I've ever had,

and I've had a lot,
all the same night.

Thanks. Enjoy.

Magali, a client wants
to speak with you.

Who?

-Unbelievable.
-What?

It's my best friend's dad.
My ex-best friend that is.

She's mad at me
for sleeping with him.

Want me to scare him away?
I can say I'm the only girl available.

You're the craziest person
in this club, Greta.

-Thanks. Do I scare him away?
-No, I'll take care of it.

Hello. This is a nice place.
I haven't been here before.

How can I help you?

I was surprised to see you here.
I didn't know you did this job.

-Yes, I do.
-Does Sabrina know?

No. How is she?
She won't speak to me anymore.

-She's not too good.
-How come?

After she caught us,
she quit working at the store,

married some jerk,
and opened an art gallery.

The gallery's not doing well.

She has a lot of debt
and refuses to let me help her.

-What gallery is it?
-"Strickland." "Galeria Strickland."

-It's nice to see you again.
-Are you crazy?

-What? Is it your day off?
-Excuse me. Enjoy the club.

That same day,
Karin had a word with Carpeaux.

-Hi, are you?
-Hello!

She asked him to be Augusto's
character witness.

To explain the reasons why
she had to write a statement,

denying she ever worked
as an escort.

Joana, you want me to testify,

why you wrote a statement
denying you were an escort.

-Is that it?
-Yes.

A lawyer was here the other day.
He needs my help too.

-But he wants me to help him hurt you.
-What did you tell him?

Think about it, Joana.
On the one hand, there's you.

A horse I invested a fortune in.
I confronted the board for you.

Had issues with the firm's
biggest shareholder.

I fired the best CEO I ever met.

I bet on you to help me
make my first billion.

Together, we'd open
my bottle of Château d'Yquem.

And what did you do?
You ran away.

-I didn't want to...
-Let me finish.

You left.
Didn't care about my efforts.

Made a fool of me
in front of everybody.

Everybody knows
I bet on the wrong horse.

On the other hand, there's the owner
of one of the nation's best law firms.

An influential person,

who offered to help me negotiate
some of our debt with the government.

Someone who can help me
save millions.

Someone who can take me closer
to opening my bottle of wine.

So I ask you, considering all of that,
who do you think I should help?

So it was you
who gave them my statement.

-I also told them about Diego.
-You did what?

I said you slept with me
to get him fired.

He's testifying against you
and your lover boy.

Carpeaux... You're getting back
at an imaginary enemy.

-I never scorned you, never.
-Joana, I really don't care.

After I went beyond 400 million,

I stopped listening
to the other side of the story.

Take care.
They'll try to destroy you.

Not just in court.

You look beautiful.
It was nice seeing you.

Then something bad happened.
Something terrible.

The very worse thing
that could happen.

Chris decided to leave
the asparagus with the doorman.

-Been waiting long?
-Of course not.

Let's go.

Maria Clara!
Clara!

So, Rinaldi. What's the news?

I told Vitoria Stardust
about the movie.

-Really? What did she say?
-She loved it and she'll do it.

-Really?
-Really.

It's a dream come true.

Me and the hottest porn star
in Franco Rinaldi's comeback movie!

Yes, but there's a problem.

-What problem?
-She wants to meet you.

-That's a problem?
-It's a problem if she doesn't like you.

There's no movie
if she doesn't accept you.

She's coming over
for dinner this evening.

In a nutshell,
Carpeaux is a jerk.

-But he's right about one thing.
-What?

They'll try to destroy you
outside the courtroom.

A few clients
came to see me yesterday.

What's going on?

Augusto's ex-wife's attorney
went looking for them.

They asked questions
about you and the club.

You can imagine how awkward our
clients felt being exposed like that.

-Let's go out!
-I said I can't, Magali.

Come on, monster.
Call off that dinner.

I can't, it's the law firm's
biggest client.

Tell me something.

You asked me to work less
to spend more time together.

-Yes.
-Am I not working less?

-Yes.
-Are we together more?

I know, I'm working a lot.

But my uncle's hiring more staff
and things will improve.

-You know I love you, right?
-No. I don't know.

-I love you.
-So prove it.

I will, by thinking about you
during the entire dinner.

The caterers and the DJ
won't refund the deposit.

Can they not refund you?

Yes they can, I called it off
way after the deadline.

-What a drag.
-Right.

-But I have an idea.
-What?

What if I cancel
the cancellation?

-What do you mean?
-Withdraw the withdrawal.

Withdraw the withdrawal?

If they won't give me a refund,
I can still throw the party.

What are you talking about?

Aren't we getting married?
Why not do it now?

-You can't be serious.
-Why? Don't you want to?

It's not that. Sure I do.
I'd get married tomorrow.

But I won't do it like that,
with your fiancé's leftovers.

I don't want to remember
you were with someone else.

We say walking on eggshells.
For midgets, it's walking on fish roe.

-Oscar, right? You a porn star too?
-No, I'm a speaker.

I show people how to make money
and be successful.

Do those techniques
work for you?

He can't even afford
the halls he speaks in.

You can be a good coach
without playing soccer.

And I'm getting better at it.

Did I tell you last week

Vitoria won the Lola Prize
as best actress in oral sex?

-Good for you!
-I'm not into awards.

It's nicer to win
than to lose, right?

No, I don't care what they think
about what I do.

-And their criticisms?
-No.

-Something bugs me, though.
-What's that?

Comparing me to hookers.
I hate them. I hate hookers.

-Why?
-Because they sell their bodies.

-And what do you do?
-I do art.

What?

Can't we talk about something
more interesting? Anything but this?

I think the hooker's job
is more dignified than yours.

Really? Why do you think so?

Hookers give pleasure
to guys that need it.

You give pleasure to your ego,
to show off.

Marcel Proust liked masturbating
watching mice being tortured.

And he's the greatest writer,
the most delicate and sensitive.

Rinaldi, can you see me out?

-Leaving already?
-Yes. Thanks for dinner.

I knew Flavia's capable
of anything in court,

but attacking you out there
was an all time low.

Yes, she knew how to push
my clients' buttons.

I'll understand if you give up.

-Do you want me to give up?
-No.

Then, nothing can stop me.

What's right is right.
And we're right.

Augusto was nervous
next morning.

It was the day of the hearing.

Good luck.

But I was in a great mood.

I was taking Chris
to have lunch with my parents.

And I was sure
they'd hit it off.

-Mom will love the flowers.
-Good.

Before we get there,
you need to know the rules.

Okay.

Never mention Ray Conniff
in front of Dad.

And if anyone does,
don't say you like him.

He hates Ray Conniff?

No, he loves him and if you do,
every time we visit them,

we'll have to hear
"Bésame mucho."

Fine. I have no idea
who Ray Conniff is.

Don't say that, or he'll play
his entire collection.

Okay.

Next, if Dad talks about chess,
say you can't play it.

Or else you'll have to play him
every time you visit.

Okay.

And never ever
talk about vintage cars,

because he'll only stop
talking about them,

if the subject changes
to Ray Conniff or chess.

You make your dad sound
like a monster,

but he looks like
a nice guy to me.

We're almost there.
This is their street.

-How do you know he's a nice guy?
-I saw him. He looks like a nice guy.

Where did you see his picture?

I didn't.
I saw you leaving with him.

What?

I took you the asparagus
as you were leaving for lunch.

Yeah. Right.
He is a good person.

This is it. We're here.

-Don't forget the rules.
-Okay.

This isn't my parents' place.
It's Jose's house.

A neighbor who always spends
six months in Portugal.

I prayed those were
the right six months.

That's weird.

Mom. Where are you guys?
We're in front of your place.

I can't believe it.
They're waiting at my place.

What a mess, Mom!
Fine, no problem.

We'll have lunch around here.
We'll get together later.

Fine, give Dad a kiss. Love you.

-Can you believe that?
-Here. For you.

Thanks.

-Let's go. I'm famished.
-Where do you want to go?

There's a great place nearby.

That's the Friendship Bridge
in the springtime.

Interesting.

This is the Red Sea
and two warships in the center.

-Intense. And what's that?
-That's a self-portrait.

Crazy, but some people,
like my boyfriend, are like that.

I'll take all of them.

Excellent, some coffee
while I prepare everything?

Sure.

Hi, Sabrina.

-Why are you here?
-I'm buying some paintings.

Not here you're not.

I know you're struggling
and I want to help, Sabrina.

I don't want your help.

Mari, please cancel the sale.

Can you believe
she rejected my money, Zanini?

Is she going to be
mad at me forever?

But I'll show her.

My clients have Modiglianis
in the bathroom.

Portinaris in the pantry.
They'll buy her paintings.

I'll help her
whether she likes it or not.

I'm off today.
How about a movie?

I understand.
You're always busy, Zanini.

Fine, some other time then.
I love you.

Me too.

-Sorry.
-No problem.

So, as I was saying,
just meeting Leticia again cured me.

I haven't saved a single hair in ages.
I really don't need therapy.

Most people that sit there for the first
time, say they don't need therapy.

We'll see each other
once a week, same time.

Whatever I say here
stays between us, right?

-Yes.
-Very well.

So here goes the truth.

I live with another woman.
And she's a hooker.

I made up the bag of hairs story
to make Leticia dump me.

I don't want to hurt her.

She's very sensitive.
She dumped her fiancé for me.

So I made up that story but...
I had no choice.

But instead of dumping me
she sent me here.

But I don't need therapy. I'm fine.
I'm a healthy man in a sick situation.

I admit this is all screwed up,
but I'm fine.

Your case is more complex
than I thought.

I think you need
four sessions per week.

Here. Drink that.

Stop it. We said nothing wrong.
She's an arrogant woman.

We? We said nothing wrong?

That's Rinaldi.

Hey.

-So, did you talk to her?
-I did.

That's the worst pińa colada
I've had.

It's pineapple juice.
What did she say?

What did she say? She said
you're a jerk. That's what she said.

You're a jerk
because you're a jerk's buddy.

You're two jerks. Maybe even three.
Maybe your stupidity rubbed off on me.

-So she won't shoot the video?
-On one condition.

What a relief! Thank God!
What condition?

-Doing it without you.
-You refused, right?

-What do you think?
-I think you refused.

-Think again.
-I'm out of it?

I'll try to convince her
to let you do a minor role.

I'm sorry.
It's your buddy's fault.

Don't give up, kid.
Your career's just kicking off.

We'll talk later.

I won't let her kick you out.
I swear it's not over yet.

What can we do?

I'll talk to her.
Where can I find the bitch?

-Vitoria!
-What do you want?

Did you know Rinaldi
quit the business?

Became an alcoholic
and hit rock bottom?

Guess who saved him,
helped him make his comeback?

-Yuri.
-So what?

So what? You, the artist?
An artist without a heart?

A heart? You have a heart?
Who insulted me at dinner?

Fine, sorry I insulted you.

But Yuri's a cool guy.
He doesn't deserve this.

He tried to kill me once,
but he's cool.

Telling a lie
is like playing with yourself.

You need to go all the way.

So I called the client
Chris saw me with.

Hi, Marcio, how are you?
I'm fine too.

I need to ask you
to do something a little weird.

-Thanks for letting me in.
-Sure.

-Did you see the results?
-I did.

Your mom told me
you guys need money.

And I need someone
to help me at the club.

No, thanks.

-I'll pay you well.
-I don't need anybody's help.

Not even your dad's?
Come on, let me be your dad.

I promise that like any dad
that works with his son,

I'll make your life
a living hell.

Is that a yes?
That's a yes, right?

Yes? That is a yes.

Yes.

Supervised visits are awful,
but at least it's something.

You couldn't see him before,
now you can.

It's a step
in the right direction.

I know.
I trust things will work out.

I'll get shared custody
sooner or later.

I'm sure you will.

The problem is...

-What?
-Flavia.

I saw her after the hearing.
She's not the same person I married.

What did she say?

She says she'll ruin us.
That she'll ruin you.

-Guess what this is.
-Somebody's gum?

No, a self-portrait.
Isn't it great?

Either great or terrible.
I'd say terrible.

What about this one?
Isn't it beautiful?

Magali, I know you want to help
your friend. You know what to do?

-What?
-Get my agent to pick one.

While Magali tried to help Sabrina,

my client made a huge effort
to help me out.

She ate her own...

-Opened her diaper and ate it.
-Shut up, Dad.

-So what? You were just a baby.
-It's disgusting.

Did she?

Yes, but it made me happy
to see how curious she was.

She tried everything.

It's a good thing
I'm not that curious anymore.

And when she was a bridesmaid?

-Can we talk about something else?
-What happened?

She had a can of corn starch
and puked on the bride.

No way!

Enough about
my childhood pranks, okay?

Okay. I'd better get going.
Neneca's all alone.

I'm sorry she didn't come.

She's sorry too,
but she's got a bad cold.

We'll do it some other day.

Maybe before we move to Detroit.
It's such a hassle.

But when Maria Clara comes to visit,
we'll ask her to bring you with her.

Sure.

Thanks for dinner.
Next time it's on me.

Sure thing.

-Bye.
-Bye.

I thought you were boring,
but you're funny.

I thought you were boring
and you're... boring.

-You ain't seen nothing yet.
-No?

-I'm just getting started.
-Does it get worse?

A lot worse.

Your dad's funny.
And from what he said, your mom too.

Yes, it's a shame he's been
transferred to the States.

I'll miss them.

Yes, but we can visit them
over there.

-You're such a doll.
-Come here.

You are just perfect.
And your family's perfect too.

And an even
more perfect boyfriend.

Boy, was that boring!
Were you bored too?

Totally bored.

That's the most boring orgasm
I ever had.

That's Gisele.
She gives the best head in town.

That's Thais.
The best ride in town.

Cesar's the best something
you don't wanna know.

That's Mia.

She can prove Fermat's last theorem
before you cum.

Even if you have
premature ejaculation.

Cool.

You can have any of them.
Just tell me.

-Thanks but no.
-What?

-I don't have sex like that.
-Like what?

-With no relationship.
-Without a relationship?

What kind of kinky stuff
is that, kid?

-You've ruined me, Karin!
-What's that?

-Calm down, Paulo.
-The SOB called my house.

What's going on?

Her boyfriend's ex-wife's lawyer
phoned my wife.

And said what?

That he'll see me in court.
That I come here.

He told my wife I date hookers.
You know what I have to do now?

Find a lawyer
to handle my divorce.

You shouldn't let this happen.
You've been so irresponsible.

-Paulo, calm down. What's the matter?
-I'm so sorry. I couldn't avoid it.

You shouldn't allow this. Someone
like you can't get involved in this.

Let's have a drink, Paulo.
Everything's okay.

It's okay. Take it easy.

Bob says you're the best
art dealer in the country.

Bob is too kind, I just help
people avoid bad art.

-You're good taste for hire?
-More or less.

-Is this the catalog?
-Yes.

I know most
of these artists' work.

Would you recommend them
to your clients?

I don't know.

You might not know this, but buying
their artwork has it's advantages.

-What advantages?
-Ever heard about Blue?

I'm surprised. They've got
some really good paintings.

Our clients are concerned
about what's going on.

I'll explain the situation, and ask them
to take the necessary safeguards.

I have another idea.
Get out of it.

Stay away from Augusto for a while.
Take a vacation.

Stay away from the club
until our clients calm down.

Come back
when things are normal.

Then you can decide
what to do with Augusto.

I can't do that.

-Why not?
-I have to do what's right.

For whom?
Do what's right for whom?

There's no for whom.
What's right is right.

There's more at stake here
than your relationship.

I know that,
that's why I can't give up.

I can't let the bias against escorts,
make a dad lose his son.

Who do you think you are?
The Rosa Parks of whoredom?

-Hi Mom.
-Did I wake you up?

-Yes, but that's okay. Go ahead.
-Is Chris any better?

Chris? He is...

Yes. He's fine.
It was just low blood pressure.

Good, so come over for dinner
this evening.

Today?

Yes, the refrigerator's loaded
with all the food I got.

-It'll go bad if we don't eat it.
-I don't know.

No excuses.
I'll be expecting you, okay?

I'm hanging up
before you say anything.

No! Wait, Mom.
Mom!

Hi. Good morning.

I ordered a wigwam for my kid.
I'd like to know if you got it.

Augusto Sanchez Filho.
Okay. Thanks.

I dreamed of having
a wigwam as a kid.

You can hang upside down in it.

Excellent.
I'll pick it up right now.

Good. Thanks.

-He'll love it.
-I can't wait to see the rascal.

I'm going...

Off went Augusto to see his son
on a one-hour supervised visit,

in his ex-wife's garden.

Duda Werneck is one of the best artists
to appear these last few years.

His Magnitudes series
is my favorite.

I'll recommend him too.
How about that?

What? Sorry. I don't understand.

I'm the one that doesn't understand.
I'm selling Werneck's work.

That gives you
the right to grope me?

-No?
-Of course not. You're nuts.

-Magali says that's how it works.
-What?

It doesn't?

-Calm down.
-Calm down?

First, you had sex with Dad
for some statue,

now with an art dealer,
and almost ruined my reputation.

You're insane. You need help.

-You don't know something.
-What now?

-I'm an escort.
-What?

I work as an escort.

I already was when that thing
with your dad happened.

To me, sex isn't what it's to you.
It's simpler, more everyday stuff.

I just tried to help you.
I want us to be best friends again.

I really like you.

I'm no hooker's friend.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to be rude,
but why didn't you tell me?

I thought you'd walk out saying
you're no hooker's friend.

What you did with Dad
was way over the line.

I know.
But you stopped talking to me.

I did my time.
Let me out on parole.

Please?

-Very well, but with a few conditions.
-What conditions?

You can't have sex
with anyone in my family.

-Okay.
-Or any boyfriend of mine.

Sure.

And ask me before having sex
with anyone I know, okay?

Where do I sign?

Hi.

Sorry, Mr. Augusto's back.
You should speak to him.

Don't worry about it.
I'll pay for everything.

-What happened?
-My kid hates me.

What makes you think so?

He won't speak to me
or let me pick him up.

He wouldn't let me near him.
Wouldn't even look at me.

He held on to the nanny
and cried hysterically.

It was Flavia.

She's like Medea,
hurting her own kid to get back at me.

That evening I took Chris
to have dinner with my parents.

They're here.

-Hi honey.
-Hi Mom.

This is Chris.

-Hello. Come in.
-Hello.

He's not as cute as Chris.
He's not as smart as Chris.

Hi Dad.

He didn't tell great stories
like Chris.

This is Chris.

He wasn't even Chris,
just a barman from the club.

But at least my folks had
the best Tom Collins ever.

I haven't seen a dentist
in three months for my tooth.

Now, I have four sessions a week
for an imaginary issue.

But at least,
I didn't marry Leticia.

I have some awesome news
for you.

Zanini thought she was pregnant
and he almost fainted.

-I solved the buffet issue.
-Excellent.

They'll do the party elsewhere,
for the same price.

Do it elsewhere?

Think, now we can get married
without my ex-fiancé's stuff.

New decor, new space, new menu.
Everything the way we want it.

-Hold on, Leticia.
-What?

Maybe we're rushing things a little?

Shouldn't we wait a little
for the reception?

-I thought you'd be happy.
-I am happy, I'm just thinking here.

For example, isn't it too late
for the invitations?

No, it's very private.
We can send them out now.

-You think?
-Do you love me? Yes or no?

And so Zanini had to set
the wedding date.

-Yuri's in the bar.
-I know. I'm here to see you.

Me?

Vitoria Stardust has a new star
for her movie. You.

What do you think?

It's too personal a matter
for me to intrude.

You're not intruding.
I'd like your opinion.

-Even so.
-You can tell me.

-You know what I think?
-What?

You'll get shared custody after a while.
You'll be happy together.

But his ex-wife will try
to separate him from his kid.

The kid will fear loving his dad
because Mom might hate him.

Augusto will try not to blame you.
And he will succeed, for a while.

One day, during an argument,
he'll throw it in your face.

And you'll be quiet.
You'll think it's your fault.

But you'll hate him
for saying that.

You'll see that his ex-wife,
by trying to separate him from his kid,

separates you from him,
and you'll be very miserable together.

You are so quiet today.
That's so weird.

What if I step aside?
Will you stop this if I leave Augusto?

Will you let the kid
see his dad?

Yes.

Okay, my friend.
See you tomorrow. Thanks.

Eric, can you be here
early tomorrow?

Yes. Why?

Because tomorrow I'll show you
how to pick out the merchandise.

A great shipment is coming in
from San Borja.

-A shipment of what?
-What do you mean?

What do we sell here?
Fruit? Women!

I heard this year's harvest
is excellent.

Don't talk like that.

-Why not?
-Because they're human beings.

Just wait and see.
They're prettier than humans.

-Can we talk?
-Sure. Come in.

-Go to the bank and pay those bills.
-Sure thing. Excuse me.

What's the matter?
Have you got cystitis?

I thought about what you said,
and you're right. I'm taking a vacation.

Yes, do that, Karin.
That's a very sensible decision.

-When will you be back?
-I don't know if I will.

End of episode 8