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Where are you taking me, Heitor? I have things to do.

Wait, my Iove.

It's just a surprise for VaIentine's Day. CaIm down.

-Oh no, I hate that. -Surprises?

No. VaIentine's Day.

Okay, okay, we're here. Now, give me your hand.

Ouch, ouch. Wait.

-Ouch. -Give me your hand.

Come out sIowIy.

-Watch your head, your head. -Now you teII me?

I have a phobia of having my eyes cIosed.

-Sit here. -Wait. What is this pIace?

Easy, easy. You'II get it soon, okay?

Heitor, what are you doing?

Easy, love.

-You'll see. -What's this?

You'll see.

-What's this, Heitor? Say it! -Easy, easy.

What... Heitor!

Heitor...

Neither the Sun Nor the sea

Or the star shine

None of this is worth it Without you

Without you, not even the sound Of the prettiest meIody

Nor the verses of this song wouId count

Not even the perfume Of aII the roses is Iike

The sweet presence of your Iove

Love was here But I'd never know

What was reveaIed one day When I saw you

Not even the perfume Of aII the roses is Iike

The sweet presence of your Iove

Love was here

-But I'd never know -Heitor, what's this?

SAY YES

What was reveaIed one day When I saw you

Débora...

would you marry me?

No.

VALENTlNE'S DAY

I HATE VALENTlNE'S DAY

-You got ahead of yourself. -I did?

-You shouldn't... you exposed me! -You're insensitive!

Heitor, so is this barbecue happening or not?

-Leandro. -How can I think of barbecue now?

Sorry, cousin, put the meat on the grill.

Débora, look here.

We've been together for two years.

We live together, we bought an apartment together.

Why not now?

Because the agency wants me to live in Tokyo for a year.

They want me to work with the great Toshiro Miyazaki. Then what?

Who's that?

I don't know, I have no idea.

I just know he's big. I'm told.

Heitor... Heitor, for the love of God...

you know my dream is to do an internship abroad.

-Just imagine... -I know, my love, I know, ok?

What I don't understand is why you didn't tell me before.

When were you going to break it off?

During check-in?

-I was waiting for the right... -Forget it, Débora.

I have a barbecue waiting for me.

Sayonara.

15 YEARS LATER...

Débora, wake up.

Good morning, sleeping beauty.

Wait, wait. Good morning.

Good morning, easy.

Good morning, let's wake up slowly.

Happy Valentine's Day.

I'm on a diet.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

I didn't know.

Didn't know.

Yesterday, at the club, didn't I tell you...

I haven't eaten bread in ten years?

-I forgot. -Yeah.

But there are certain things in life we can't forget.

Get it, Danilo?

Diogo. My name is Diogo.

Whatever.

Oh, no.

Oh, my God.

Could you please switch that flower to...

the other hand?

There's no room.

Thank you.

Te quiero.

Te quiero.

That's all I needed, good God.

Te quiero.

Te quiero.

Please..

get this Uruguayan bear away from my face, please.

Sorry.

-Te quiero. -Excuse me.

Te quiero.

-Hi! -What's this?

-Are you Débora? -I am. What the hell is this?

-Good. Hold this, boo. -My God!

What's the meaning of this?

What kind of joke is this?

Saturday at the club

People started dancing

And the most beautiful girl passed by

You.

I gathered my courage And started saying

Wow, wow This way you'll kill me

Ah, if I catch you, Débora Ah, if I catch you

Debby, Debby You can't escape

Can't escape

Happy Valentine's Day!

Ah, Debby, this is a gift...

from my, your, our Velberson!

Look, son, or daughter...

I don't know, I couldn't figure out what you are.

But I don't have a husband, fiancé, or boyfriend...

much less, thank God, an enemy called Velberson.

Wait, boo, aren't you Débora Silva?

I'm Débora Ferrão.

Débora Silva works there.

Down there.

ln the basement.

Why didn't you say so? Gee!

And I was wasting my Latin on you.

Where is this woman?

The Heart Hospital is an institute with the latest technology.

It has treated many of our politicians...

many of our officials.

It's so good it even found a heart in one of them.

Hi, Débora.

Sorry, I was just studying Gilberto's video.

-He was a genius. -He was.

But did you have to watch his last video?

No, that's not his last video.

Gilberto? Gilberto? For the love of God, Gilberto?

Please, someone call a doctor.

I think it is.

He had a heart attack during the Heart Hospital campaign?

Even at that he was genius.

Sorry, I didn't know.

Where are my Netshoes pictures? Huh?

You don't know?

I wanted you to ask Helder, please.

Okay, Débora, right away.

Just one more thing.

Carol, never again...

get close to Gilberto's desk, ok?

DEAR FRIEND, READ QUlCKLY, I HAVEN'T GOT FOREVER

LIFE IS WHAT YOU MAKE OF IT

NOW IS ALWAYS PRESENT

Done.

Débora, Marcos wants to talk to you in his office.

I'm going.

What do you want, Marcos?

Please step on my back, this pain is killing me.

-Again? -Please, please!

That's it! There, there!

I don't believe it. You called me here for that?

No. The Sonho de Valsa account...

-Could be ours. -You're kidding!

I want that account, Marcos!

That's why you were the first person I thought of.

-Right away. -Really?

Wow, thanks. I don't know how to thank you.

Step closer to my ass and we're even.

Okay?

Ah, girl. That's it.

The briefing is that the campaign talks about modern romance...

-Good! -Day-to-day love.

Marcos, for the love of God. Day-to-day love.

That's whack.

It has to be something, you know, more...

-more, you know? -Wait, wait.

I understand you don't have a boyfriend...

-and have a certain difficulty. -What's this?

-Are you kidding me? -Kidding, no!

-You're kidding me. -Do you have a man?

Marcos?

Just because I don't have a dick doesn't mean I can't talk about condoms.

That was romantic!

See? That's me. Deadline?

-Today? -Exactly, today.

The dinner with the client is at 9h.

That means we have until 8h to be geniuses.

-Débora, can't do it. -What?

Débora, sorry...

but I'm supposed to meet up with my boyfriend at 6h.

We're going to Atibaia.

Girl, we reserved the hotel five months ago.

-Call Fred! -Guys, I'm leaving, ok?

Sorry, don't count on me for anything.

Goodbye everyone.

Well, it's on us.

Come here, I'll show you something.

Look at this beautiful thing my boyfriend sent me.

Te quiero.

Carolina, please, get this bear off my face...

please.

Thank you.

Débora, please. Today is Valentine's Day.

I'm thinking, I'm feeling here...

that my boyfriend will propose today!

Stupid.

Carolina, do you want me to tell you what the Valentine's Day is?

Valentine's Day is a picture of a couple on Facebook.

That says underneath:

"Me and my amore drinking cheap wine...

after waiting two hours for a table.

Now we're going to a motel to fuck...

on a bed where 15 couples did that before."

That's Valentine's Day.

So, can I count on you to close this million-dollar account...

for the company... or not?

You can, Débora.

You're right.

I'll call my boyfriend.

I'm right.

"Sonho de Valsa, the sweet side of daily life."

No. That's not good.

-How about: "Love..." -I know. "Sonho de Valsa...

the pink side of life." No, also no.

How about: "Sonho de Valsa..."

I got it!

"Emotion is life."

No, even better.

"Sonho de Valsa, as good as sex."

Wait, aren't we talking about romance?

Carol, you don't bring good ideas and you want to get in the way?

Good God.

Sonho, valsa...

Dream, day-to-day, dream... "Who has a dream doesn't lose."

"Who..."

Carol, please, turn off that phone.

It's the fifth time it rings.

-Focus. -It's just a message...

-from my boyfriend. Gee. -Doesn't matter. Focus.

Screw it! Screw it!

What was the last good idea you had.

''Sonho de Valsa, every time is time for love.''

-I like it. -Really?

Of course. It's so stupid it makes my idea sound genius.

We need something hip, something modern.

Romance, modern.

Dream, sex.

Débora, that was my phone.

Really?

You know I didn't notice?

So?

Can we work?

Focus.

Here's the idea I had.

''Love every day, is good, too good.''

It hit me like a...

Good night, Débora.

I knew you wouldn't handle it.

-You're a wimp. -I can't stand you anymore.

I don't want to end up like Gilberto.

Look, don't you bring up Gilberto.

Don't mention Gilberto because you're not like him...

-you're not like me. -Thank God I'm not.

Nothing makes me happier than that.

You don't work here anymore. Just come back for your things.

-You hear me? -Look, I was mistaken.

That makes me happier.

Te quiero.

You'll kill me like that

Miss Débora

Let's go.

Here. Thanks.

-Marcos. -Ah, my love.

-Good thing you're here, Débora. -Marcos, sorry I'm late.

-Punch my back. -No, no, no, no.

-I won't punch... -I'm locked, Débora.

Good God, don't do it. At the restaurant.

We'll ask for it later, a waiter can do it.

I asked for it, they didn't want to.

-Leave it be, wasn't meant to be. -I'm locked.

You know I don't function like that.

Atílio, sorry about being late, please.

I don't care, I'm not a clown.

Time's up, I'm looking for another agency.

Just kidding!

You should see your faces.

I did that to relax.

Good.

Atílio, it was hilarious, hilarious...

but don't do it again, I can't take it. My heart...

No, no, no, no worries.

My marketing manager, Heitor, is not even here.

Heitor?

Débora?

You two know each other?

Yeah, we went to college together.

And we dated.

How are you?

Great.

Should we order?

Let's sit. guys, let's sit down.

Excuse me.

Look, love, sit down, please.

Thank you.

Did your relationship end well?

No.

-Fuck. -Yeah.

-Ice? Ice for her. -With ice and no alcohol.

Guys, guys, I gotta say.

I don't like this.

If you two dated, that can get in the way.

We must be professionals above all.

One of you two should leave the table.

Just kidding!

What! He wants to kill me.

For the love of God!

Wait. Excuse me.

-Present this campaign. -Okay.

For the love of God.

Take a sip. Take a sip. Here...

Atílio, I was thinking...

about the campaign.

And I think we can rescue the sexual side of Sonho de Valsa.

Sexual?

But the campaign deals with day-to-day love.

Of course, that's exactly it.

No, Débora, is that the campaign?

Let me finish.

-Just a second. -Please, please.

Sexual side in what way?

Sex is very important in a relationship, everyone knows that.

Actually 45% of all marriages end for lack of sex.

That means, sex is the ''candy'' of life.

That's the worst thing I've ever heard.

There he goes again.

There he goes with his jokes.

-Say it? -Yeah.

No, guys. I'm serious now.

Yeah... well, I won't talk anymore, I'll show it.

-Show it. -I think showing is best...

because a person says it, the other can't see...

-the dimension, right? -Looking, we...

-She's showing it. -My God!

What?

My iPad is in the car. I'll go get it.

-I'll be back in five. -Wait, Débora, don't go.

Wait.

God, where did I put it?

Patience.

Wait, just a second.

Oh, my... wait.

Oh no!

No what?

Nothing. Nothing, everything's good.

Let's have a drink?

You have some wine with me. Do you like wine?

You drink wine? What do you think?

One shouldn't order drinks without the lady present.

-Really? -Yeah.

Without the lady, one doesn't order wine.

One doesn't order drinks. Too bad.

What about that Corinthians?

I like Palmeiras!

He's killing me.

Wasn't it...

Stupid!

Stupid! Stupid!

My God, I won't lose this account...

I won't lose this account!

Stupid!

Everything alright, darling?

Gilberto?

Gilberto!

I missed you! Where...

Gilberto...

Oh, my God!

Now I get it. Gilberto, I died!

-Tell me, did I die? -Calm down!

-I died! -Calm down! You didn't die.

No?

No, not yet.

-Not yet? -Yeah. Look.

Stop!

By my calculations, you still have 30, 40...

-Years? -No, seconds!

Because you'll fall, get hurt...

and if you survive, certainly, a car will run over you...

and it's over for you, huh, love?

I can't believe it!

Right now! I don't believe it!

-Why me? Why me? -Débora, calm down.

Did you take your Rivotril? Did you?

What Rivotril?

There's Rivotril in Heaven?

No, actually, Heaven is Rivotril.

Stop it, Gilberto!

And you, what you doing here?

-I came to show your life. -Why?

Haven't you heard that when you die...

your life passes like a movie...

in seconds, before your eyes?

No, no, I never heard that crap.

-It passes by like it was... -I've never heard that, okay?

I never heard that, what can I do?

Should I say I have? I haven't...

Stop, stop. Everyone knows that.

That life passes by in seconds...

sort of a rerun.

But with no commercials.

Come with me, love.

Wait, Gilberto, how did you get to Heaven...

if you went to gay clubs and were an atheist?

My love, I was sent by the Light.

Good one! ''Sent by the Light.''

You're a Light Queen, at best. At best!

My love, did you forget l looked after my grandma...

who had Alzheimer's all my life?

I did everything for her, until she died.

Even her ass I wiped, without complaining.

So I got to Heaven at full speed.

Red carpet, flashes. Screaming crowds.

Just didn't get my hair done because when I died...

I didn't have a fringe anymore.

So I want to know what Heaven is like.

Heaven is scandalous. Honey, the portal is scandalous.

-Yeah? -Then you go in...

It's like, a little cold, y'know?

Like, a little smokey.

Like Campos do Jordão, you know?

Yeah, I miss the gay club.

Now what, Gilberto?

Gilberto?

Where am I going?

Don't you remember, darling?

How could I forget? This was my room.

This was... me!

This is me.

Behind the nose?

-I think so. -Funny.

l confess I got it done.

Really? Wow, if you hadn't told me...

l wouldn't have guessed.

-You didn't get it done. -I did.

-You didn't. -Honey, did too.

No, you exorcised something awful from your face.

-What's with this nose? -What an evil person!

How I missed it!

What? The nose, I can see that.

It's practically, a relative.

You're rotten today, you know?

I missed this...

I thought I would never return here.

Yeah, you shouldn't have come.

I believe in God, our father! No, stop.

No, you liked Menudo, honey?

-Menudo, they were big! -Gee.

Who did you like? Charles? Ricky? Ray?

Reck? Rock? Ramon? They're all with ''R''s.

You're silly, you know that?

Honey, 8h. Get up.

Coming, mom.

My mom. Quick, let's go.

Can she see us?

Does that answer your question?

Oh, my!

Oh, God. But look, the 80's...

Jesus Christ! Stop!

Did you like Dominó, too?

What day is it?

Some Valentine's Day during the 80's.

You don't remember?

No, I don't.

But I do remember my mom made those baskets.

That was big news back then.

Look, it's Xuxa!

-Xu xu xu, xa xa xa -Beautiful!

You know, I do miss her?

Why are we here today?

Here comes the nose!

-Good morning, mom. -Morning.

Honey...

-pay attention to handwriting, okay? -Okay.

I love the way you write.

I think it's beautiful!

So be assured I'lI do it well.

''I love you, not for what you are...

but for what I am when I'm with you.''

Jesus! Thank God there was no Facebook then.

The worst part is I believed it.

Hello?

Okay, I'll get her.

Mom, it's dad. He wants to talk to you.

Adalberto, I don't want to talk.

Don't hoId back, don't hoId back

I told you, I'll only talk to you before the judge.

Postponing the hearing, my ass!

I don't care, Adalberto.

The alimony is five months late.

You got money, I know, don't deny, I'm not dumb.

You bought a Monza, I know.

I heard... Adalberto, doesn't matter.

What's more important to you?

Your daughter's well-being or a new car...

to show off to your tramps?

Gee!

Of course I need your money.

I can't get a job...

I didn't graduate, you know that.

The only thing I want, Adalberto...

is to pay for my daughter's studies...

so she'lI never depend on any man.

Go to hell, Adalberto!

Honey, go on without me...

I'm going downtown to get more ribbons for the baskets.

-Okay. -Okay, honey.

Tough, huh?

I had never seen them fight.

But it's as if I knew each word.

What a horrible day!

Easy, darling, it's still early.

Hello?

Potato?

-Potato? -Oh, no, God...

let's go.

Calm down, darling. Because now I'm curious.

Yes, my mom just left, yes.

No, come on, hurry.

How naughty! Who is Potato?

Potato is the son of the next door neighbor.

He was my first boyfriend.

But that doesn't... doesn't matter.

Let's go. This makes me cringe.

Where did we come in?

-Ouch! -Bu!

You scared me! Don't do that!

So tell me why you're running from a moment...

so idyllic of pure teenager naughtiness?

I know why I'm here today.

It was the day I lost my virginity.

You lost your virginity to a boy called Potato?

Yes, why?

Sorry to say, honey, but that explains a lot.

Losing your virginity to someone called Potato...

traumatizes any woman.

You know, I don't even wanna see it.

FYI I loved him.

And he was handsome.

You'll see.

Hey, Debby?

Potato!

Ow, Potato! Ow!

That's Potato?

It was.

Jesus, he had mullets!

-It was the trend! -Whatever!

Evil queen!

Ow, Potato!

Wait, Potato!

Wait!

That's worse than watching Animal Planet.

Ouch, stop!

Stop. stop. stop. Wait, Potato.

Wait.

Debby, I thought it was gonna happen.

You know, what, Potato?

I wanted to keep my treasure a little longer.

-Treasure! -I knew you were gonna say that.

My mom taught me. What's the matter?

Gee whiz!

I wanted my first time to be special.

No, babe. Look at me.

Life's short.

We gotta make the most of every minute we can.

I can't stand it!

Wait, think about it.

That comet is about to pass us by!

-The Halley Comet? -That one.

What if it hits Earth and boom!

Life ends, everyone dies?

I can't believe you fell for that, honey.

I did.

And we're gonna lose this chance?

Debby...

the dinosaurs died like that, you know?

Potato, Potato!

Shouldn't we use a condom?

There's a new disease around, AIDS.

Relax, babe. Only queers get AIDS.

Really I hate the 80's, ok?

-Yeah? -Yeah.

Okay, help me.

Help me.

-Do we need to see this? -Thank God, no.

Great.

And look, I want you to know...

even though it doesn't look like it...

this is a special moment in a woman's life.

And mine I'd even say was magical.

Whew! Good, huh?

That was magical?

Magical that you even felt anything?

Yeah, memories betray us, but...

his kiss was unforgettable.

Honey, I'm back.

Let go!

Let go! My head!

It hurt a lot. A lot.

I can imagine.

Wait.

-Is everything okay? -Yes, mom, great.

I just have awful cramps, horrible.

Want some tea?

No...

Mom, look...

I need you to buy me tampons...

-I'm out. -I saw two packs yesterday.

No mom, you didn't.

Look, I need you to buy me tampons, ok?

-I'll get one of mine. -No, no, no, no!

Why not?

Mom, you use OB, right?

OB hurts, it's awful.

And I'm still a virgin?

But I just got back from the street.

Mom, please mom, pIease!

Okay, honey.

Okay, I'll go.

Virgin! Good one.

Are you going to the party tonight?

Party, babe? What party?

-Yeah, at Caniba's house. -Ah, that party?

I am.

So I'll see you later. Ok?

Party? I don't remember that party.

But you don't want to miss the best part.

-Best? -Come?

I didn't see anything good so far, Gilberto.

-Gilberto? Gilberto. -Hi?

Is it really necessary that I remember the party?

I don't know, darling. I just know that this dance is delightful.

Gilberto...

Gilberto! Pay attention.

-Don't play the dumb ghost. -What is it?

Come on, what do I need to see here?

-Many things, love. -I don't want to dance.

The first thing is that big-nosed girl there.

-Which one? -Dressed as an Easter egg.

No Easter egg, that was in fashion.

It's me, so what?

The second thing is that kid there, with the pimples...

who can't look away from you.

It's Heitor.

Did you forget you went to school together?

Hi, Débora.

Do you wanna dance?

Don't bother me, nerd!

You were already a delight back then, huh?

Don't piss me off, faggot!

I'm telling you, Débora is a naughty one.

Nosey? Good one, man, good one.

I'm telling you, man, she does it all, knows it all.

And she was telling me she was a virgin, man.

-Really? -Told Potato she was a virgin.

Only a sucker would believe it.

Man, I showed no mercy. Spent the whole afternoon like that.

The whole afternoon.

And look what she gave me as a gift.

To her Potato, man look, all silk.

-Yeah... -Did you borrow it?

Potato!

What's this, man?

Did you steal my panties?

Dang, Potato, we've known each other since kids.

-Look, Debby... -I trusted you.

Debby, let me speak too.

Those panties are...

Another girl's.

Do you think that makes it better, Potato?

-Debby... -Move, let me go!

Get out of my way!

-Dang! -Take these panties.

Débora, don't be like that, don't be sad.

Here's some juice, orange.

I hate orange juice.

But it has vodka, l guarantee you...

It has vodka, you'lI like it.

Honey, you lost your virginity and started drinking on the same day.

And I didn't remember any of it.

Gimme the bottle!

Gimme the bottle, the bottle.

Now I know why.

Careful with that, it's my dad's!

Nosey.

Hold the panties. Hold the panties.

Wait. Potato, look.

What, four eyes?

Look, you screwed over a very cool girl, man.

That's not right. It's wrong, ok?

-Who? -Débora.

Who asked you?

Look at his stupid face. Look!

Give back that underwear, Potato. Please.

Give me those panties, please.

Why?

You wanna wear them?

lt'll look cute, don't know if it'll fit you.

Heitor fought for me?

Why didn't he ever tell me?

Because no man likes telling he got beat up.

Go, I'm holding. I'm holding.

I don't want to see any more.

Any more, I'm tired.

I loved coming here.

I used to write my diary here, I saw the day rise.

It was my private paradise.

Is that why you're there, laying on the grass?

Yes, that goofy one there is me.

More alone than ever.

Hi, Débora. Everything okay?

Do I look okay?

No, no...

So don't make stupid questions.

Okay, so let me do the talking.

I know you barely know I exist, but...

we've been going to school together for five years, right?

And I... I liked you.

I like you.

And I was thinking...

Maybe you could give me a chance...

We could get to know each other better...

maybe if we... What?

Débora?

Stop!

Stop! Stop yelling!

All that noise for a death that's going to be so stupid!

Why did we come back here?

Because you are here, honey.

Actually, you never left here.

We just did a pitstop...

so you could see the moment in your life you became...

this very unhappy woman.

But I'm not an unhappy woman.

I may have lost some opportunities...

but who hasn't?

And I have the life I always wanted!

Oh, really, you think so?

-I'm sure of it! -Okay.

So let's take another stroll.

But another stroll where?

Around the life you always wanted.

Where's Gilberto?

What are you doing there?

Snooping, love.

That's the good thing about being a wrath.

Snooping other people's thing. I love it!

-What's this? -Anti-wrinkling cream. Leave it.

Honey, why haven't you used it?

Sorry, you have. Couldn't tell.

-It's just that... -Very funny.

-Enough. -Very funny.

-This... look! OB! -Let go! Let go!

-What's the matter? -Extra-large?

What?

Very good! Looks like you expanded it, huh?

-What? You crazy? -Your horizons, love.

Horizons, don't be vicious.

No, no, no, tell me, for the love of God.

What are we doing here?

We came to review your day today.

I don't need to relive today.

I really don't. I know exactly what I did.

Love, everyone thinks life happens...

when we're looking.

But life happens, exactly when we're not looking.

-Must I see this? -No, but I must.

What a guy, huh?

-Got it, Danilo? -Diogo. My name is Diogo.

Whatever.

Ouch, awful. Blast away.

I won't defend myself, take me to task.

I was cold, insensitive...

I hurt the poor kid.

Honey, I will tell you something...

-I know, say it. -You didn't hurt him.

This kid doesn't care about you.

Okay? He doesn't. Okay?

Gilberto, I'll tell you what. You're a jealous queen, aren't you?

Ah, you don't care. Poor thing.

Here, look.

Breakfast in bed. Look how cute he was.

This kid, poor thing, is on all fours for me.

Yeah, cute. He was on all fours for me too, last year.

-What? -Yeah.

Valdir. Valdir is his real name.

He's a gigolo. Is that good enough for you?

Okay?

Gigolo... I doubt that.

-I doubt that. -I can't do anything about that.

Okay, I doubt that.

That...

I never went out with a gigolo...

I never paid for it,...

I'd never pay to go out with anyone.

FYI.

Expensive date, huh?

-I paid less. -Son of a...

Hello, Carol. Débora.

So? Did you send the video for the campaign?

Video Carol 2.

Tiago! Tiago, get the door for me, please.

It's ringing.

Hi.

Thanks!

''My daughter, I know you don't have a boyfriend.

But maybe a basket won't make you get one...

huh? Happy VaIentine's Day.

-Love, mom.'' -Who was it?

No one, darIing, wrong apartment.

I'm going. Kisses.

Okay. Close the door.

Take care!

He's worthless.

He stole the basket my mom sends every year!

Yeah.

And you didn't notice that today, did you?

But it's because I'm on a diet, okay?

You.

Guys, I love this drag!

Did you get her card?

Card for what? For the love of God!

Do you have Pride Parades in Heaven?

Shush. Let me see her performance.

Débora, this is a gift...

from my, your, our Velberson!

Girl, aren't you Débora Silva?

I'm Débora Ferrão.

Débora Silva works there.

In the basement.

Gee! Where is that girl, huh?

And if you could get rid of the flowers...

my allergies will thank you.

-Good work day, you all. -You feel the power?

Huh? Did you see who is the boss here?

If we'll have a good day after this.

-What's this, Gil? -Sorry, honey.

-Force of habit. -But... Gilberto?

Listen here.

Did you do that when you were alive?

-Did they do that? -Yes, yes.

Everyone did. And me too every now and then.

Why?

Because you're the most hated person in the agency.

-That's not true! -No?

No.

Will that sexless cow let us go earlier today?

Hah. Dream on.

That whore has no life outside of here.

Wait, did Roberta call me a whore?

-My God! -Whore, whore.

Whore, with capital W. She went easy on you.

Calling me a whore is going easy?

Let me tell you, Roberta, that woman drives me crazy you know?

Sometimes I want to get her nose, y'know?

-Break it like this. -How violent.

She thinks no one know she got it done.

Can you tell?

Once I thought about poisoning her coffee.

-What? -But lucky...

I controlled myself.

So I just spat in it, as usual.

-Let's work. -Let's.

I'll tell you, that's disrespectful.

Well, some people here admire me.

-What's so funny? -Dé, stop!

Who's that crazy person? Tell me.

-No, tell me. -No, no, no. I don't know.

I can't answer thing too quickly.

When people ask: ''What's the country you spent the most time in?''.

''What's your favorite color.'' ''Your last period.''

Don't know. Don't remember. I never do...

Helder!

Just thought of it, Helder.

Helder loved me. I brought...

Creative director. I brought Helder here.

Sensitive, intelligent, well prepared. Love...

another shelf.

He likes me, admires me. A lot.

I think.

Helder?

Carol! Get in, girl. Get in, get in.

You feel it?

You feel it?

Almascar essence, to cleanse the area.

-How can I be useful? -Look...

Débora wants to see the Netshoes art.

Again?

12 times. Between yesterday and today, she asked 12 times...

to see the campaign.

The 7th time was at 3 AM, at my house.

She called me.

And she knows very well it won't be ready...

until 5 PM today.

But she wants it this morning.

You know what? She's right.

Next time, I'll try to be faster.

-Ok? -Okay.

Alright. I'll tell her.

-Send her kisses. -Okay.

Oh, my God, I hate this woman!

Netshoes!

Suck my Netshoes!

Suck. Suck it!

You... You...

-Can he see us? -Is he psychic?

Come here, you. Come here.

You want it? Here's your Net...

Here's your Netshoes!

Look!

You wanna know about Netshoes?

Die! Die! Die!

Die!

So? Like what you see?

I see.

I'm the most hated person in this world.

I don't know how l still haven't been shot.

Me neither.

-I'm kidding, ok? -I'm not.

Look, Gilberto, you should know...

that, at least, I'm not invisible.

I don't go on unnoticed.

And you can be sure that hate, is deep down, pure respect.

Yeah, Fred, as soon as I heard about the campaign...

the first person I thought of was you, boy.

I know, Marcos, you don't have to say it, we're buddies.

-You're a genius, boy. -Stop!

He said my name was the first!

-What's this? -Pure respect.

Débora is good...

but her campaigns are too cold...

technical, no emotion. You understand?

That's because you didn't see her in bed.

What?

-Did you go to bed with him? -Of course not!

Do you think l... I'd have something with this...

-What's that, boy? -... with that sucker?

Honey, after Potato, l believe anything.

Look, let me tell you something.

I think she doesn't really like men.

-No! -I'm telling you.

To me, she's a dyke and doesn't know it.

-No! -Yeah!

Wow! Sure he didn't score with you?

Of course... Shut up!

I like Débora, I even think she's hot.

Look, no. You know...

she's a let down. Too much cellulite...

and her breasts are soggy.

sort of soggy, you know?

-Doesn't look like that! -No!

-Enough! -Soggy?

So you lose your enthusiasm.

-Like those balloons... -Honey, trust your friend.

That won't do any good.

-Yes it will. -... doggy...

l saw ''Ghost'', I will focus all my hate.

And they fought. One doesn't look at the other.

-One here, the other here. -Each one looking at one side.

And a little scared. When you turn on the light...

-Scared? -Shouldn't be out...

should be hidden, got it?

-Doesn't know where it's going. -Doesn't know where it's going!

Don't you want to try first with a coin?

One time, she was going to topless, killed two tattoos at the net.

What's this?

I want to end his life...

-Very soggy. -shit.

What, kid?

Fred?

Fred, what happened, son?

-Your nose is bleeding, boy. -I don't know, Marcos.

Go home, I'll give the campaign to Débora.

No, Marcos. No, wait!

I'm great. I can do it.

-My foot! -What's this, boy?

Go home.

I already lost Gilberto, last year.

I don't want that again.

Go home and take care.

No, no Débora, no!

-Enough, Débora! Enough! -Let go!

-Does scratching the balls hurt? -It does, love.

Yes, it does. Beyond life.

But you can't do that.

I know that this Fred is a talentless idiot.

He's just here because he's the owner's son.

But he had what he deserved, Débora.

You gotta elevate your spirit.

You can't do that.

Did you know he made a lot more than you?

Ok. Tell me later how it went.

Soggy breasts my ass.

Gilberto, I want to leave this place now.

I want to know why you didn't publish my book.

My God!

Gilberto...

Gilberto, pay attention.

I don't know if you still don't get it.

You died. Understand?

You're dead! Dead!

You're dust! You don't exist anymore!

Dust, bones. Over!

You're over. You're not worth shit.

Not even shit.

Because with shit you can make manure...

and with you I can't do anything anymore.

Nothing. What's the difference if I published it or not?

What's the difference?

There's a difference.

Because it is...

the only thing I left in this world...

and I expected more from you.

Okay.

Look.

If I didn't publish it, someone else will.

Relax.

Débora, look at the material for the campaign for...

-Leave it there, idiot. -He can't hear you.

I forgot. Force of habit.

He stole my book.

My God.

-Let it. Let him go. -But he got your book.

It's okay.

I'm not here to fix my life.

I'm here to reveal yours. Let it go.

Of course our relationship matters a lot to me, of course.

It's nothing against you. Please.

Understand.

Okay, I'll see what I can do.

I love you too.

Are you happy now?

It's not my fault she can't separate things.

She can't...

Really, Carol.

I don't know how you let the evil witch talk to you like that.

Who's the evil witch? Me?

It's one of your 500 nicknames, love.

How can you take it?

Ah, Gilda, I understand Débora.

She's the top creative director in the market.

-Yeah, but she's a bad person. -No, wait.

Wait Débora is a good person.

No one chooses to be how they are.

People react differently under pressure.

And Débora lives under pressure.

I don't believe it. Carol defends me.

The only one.

And I fired her.

What's that material she's looking at?

-Wow, very good! -Yeah.

All hers.

And you, so egocentric, hadn't noticed.

All hers.

Wait, Gilberto.

Look, this Carol thing is not true, ok?

If she was good, I'd admit it.

I'm an honest professional. I can recognize talent.

You never did before, why would you start now, honey?

But I don't need to know all the answers.

By the way, where are we?

Okay, okay, Atílio. Let's get another agency.

You're the boss.

Any prospects?

Yes. Pointer.

Did you see?

-What? -Did you see?

Did you notice the face he made when he said ''Pointer''?

-No, I didn't see anything. -Stop being slow.

Didn't you notice the guy's face...

the spark in his eyes?

No, I didn't. Wanna know more?

I doubt it that Heitor thought of me then.

Dinner is at 9h. Can I count on you?

I had dinner with my girlfriend today, but...

See?

Of course, okay. Count me in.

I'll confirm the restaurant Iater. See you then.

-So? -Did you hear what he said?

-I did. -Heitor has a girlfriend.

I don't know what we're doing here.

My God!

Are you sure you believe...

Heitor doesn't think about you anymore?

I don't think so, I'm sure of it.

And what does that mean? What do you think?

Gee!

So you never looked up your boyfriend on the lnternet?

Ex-boyfriend, never?

-My God! My love! -Never?

It's hard to help you. The process... there.

What?

What, Gilberto?

Gee!

Gilberto, let go of my guardian angel, do me that courtesy.

SAY NO TO DRUGS

Hi. Is Marina there?

POLICE

Heitor!

Love!

Love, look, pay attention, guys!

While your boyfriends just send flowers...

mine comes to visit me.

Right, moli?

Another warning.

To girls out there, waiting...

He's taken, ok?

-Right, moli? -Yes, love.

Right, babe? Speak up, goddammit!

Heitor is dating a marshal?

Yeah. Hot, huh?

What do you know about women, son?

Yeah, but I know about men.

I have bit of a female soul.

Today, Heitor?

Frankly, I didn't understand.

Who sets up work appointments...

exactly on Valentine's Day?

The people from the office who you know well.

Sorry.

No, okay.

No, it's not a problem.

I can meet you up there later.

No...

No, better not.

You know what, love?

Those things take a long time.

That meeting can take hours.

Who else will be there?

The people from the agency...

me...

Atílio.

Look, love. Don't be upset.

We can go out tomorrow.

-You understand, love? -Of course, sure!

I'm more than used to canceling appointments...

because of stakeouts, right? So...

Busting drug spots, arresting someone.

Yeah...

work is work, right?

You understand, love?

Of course. Of course I understand, moli!

Moli!

Love.

But let everyone know that tomorrow you're mine, ok?

They're aware.

Where's the restroom again?

Hallway, first right.

But here we say bathroom, ok?

Restroom sounds gay, avoid it.

Thanks for the tip.

Oh well...

So?

-What? What? -What did you think?

I didn't see anything. I just saw...

is that Heitor is dating Captain Nascimento.

I'm sure of that. And thank God!

Thank, Lord, that she doesn't know we're meeting today.

She won't do it.

-She will, love. -She won't do it.

She will.

-She won't do it. -Pay attention, she will.

My God. Don't jinx it.

Stop with the voodoo! Stop being a voodoo fag.

She won't do it, she won't do it.

DICKENS RESTAURANT, 21 H. ME, YOU, MARCOS, DÉBORA FERRÃO.

That's going to be a shitfest!

It already is.

It'll be on me.

Oh, my God

Did you see Marina?

Come with me.

Hi, darling.

Sit.

Let's have a chat?

Marina, better not.

I just came here to say goodbye quickly.

No, it'll be super-fast.

Won't even hurt.

Let's see if the bird will talk, huh, Tonhão?

It will, miss.

Bird? What bird?

Wait. Is this a questioning room?

Oh, amoli!

Can't I talk to my cute boyfriend...

anywhere?

-This is a great place. -No!

It's not, I'm leaving.

Marina, what is this madness?

No, this is not madness.

Just RT.

Relationship talk.

-No, it's torture. -Same difference.

-I feel bad for him. -Now I found out why I was gay.

Okay, Marina, let's go.

You wanna talk? Let's talk.

What do you want?

How long have we been together, Heitor?

What kind of question is this, Marina? You're better than me...

-Just answer it. -Four and a half years.

-Long time, don't you think? -I do.

And don't you think too that I'm a good girlfriend, Heitor?

I do.

Don't you find me pretty, intelligent...

-I do. -hot?

Very.

Doesn't your family love me, Heitor?

They do.

And doesn't your mom think I'm a perfect daughter-in-law?

Yes, she always says that.

Don't you think I'm good in bed, Heitor?

Marina, are you sure you want to talk...

-Just answer. -Yes, I do.

Ah, you do?

l bought that red lingerie because you love it, you jerk!

Marina, look, I'm not comfortable...

-Okay, you did! -I did.

I didn't buy just the red lingerie.

I dressed up, of all things, as Catwoman...

-high schooler, nun. -Nun?

Shut up, Tonhão! Answer, Heitor.

Ok, ok, you bought all that.

You're everything I've ever wanted in a woman.

I have no complaints.

Tonhão!

Great.

That's exactly what I wanted to hear.

Now, if you think I'm this perfect woman...

and I fully agree with you...

tell me:

why is it that you never proposed?

I don't know, Marina.

We've talked about that.

I want to enjoy the relationship.

I don't like rushing it.

So if you don't like rushing it...

why did you set up that circus with your family...

just to propose to that slut, Débora...

just a year after moving in with her?

Good question.

Tell me, who told you about this?

Your mom loves me, remember?

You know, Marina, that time l proposed to Débora...

it was moronic...

something stupid you do when you're young.

Doesn't mean l liked her more than...

-than I do you now. -Oh, yeah?

So why did you hide from me you're seeing her tonight?

Because it's a work meeting. l swear.

I didn't want to upset you talking about her.

ls that necessary?

Do you still love Débora?

-Of course not. -Tell the truth!

Ma'am, want me to break one of his fingers?

-Wow! What? -Sit and relax, Heitor.

I won't break any fingers.

Look here deep in my eyes and answer me:

do you still have feelings for Débora?

No, I don't.

-Well, let's go? -No. Calm down, cutie.

It ain't over yet.

I don't believe you.

Sorry, I know how I feel. It's my work against yours.

You're lying.

I just don't know if it's to me or to you.

I don't know how I can prove it to you.

Short from going through a lie detector.

Great idea! Tonhão, get the polygraph.

Sit down, brother. Sit down.

-You have a lie detector? -Very modern, love.

It's from the CIA, being tested in Brazil.

You know that doesn't work 100%.

-98%. -It's not admissible in court.

-This one is. -Look, Marina.

You know very well I'm incapable of lying to you.

You know that.

-Lying! -Tonhão, will you help?

Don't look at Tonhão. Say it at me.

Do you still have feeling for Débora?

I refuse to answer!

I think he still loves her, ma'am.

-Tonhão, please! -Say it looking at me!

Look, Marina, pay attention. I'm not perfect, ok?

And many times I feel that, near you...

I look sort of stupid.

-Now he's telling the truth. -But...

I'm over it. Now I feel good at your side.

I feel complete.

What I feel for you now is stronger than anything.

No, enough, enough! Enough's enough!

Okay, I admit. Ok? You're right.

Débora still gets to me.

But what did you expect?

She was my teenage love.

She was a mistake.

But we don't choose those things.

I wish I hadn't ever liked Débora.

But you know...

Everyone has someone who leaves a mark.

Everyone has loved someone...

who didn't love them back.

Yeah, I know. Of course.

Of course I know that.

And that someone, to me...

is you.

Sorry, ma'am.

This is all very sad, even to me.

Can't...

Marina, look.

Let's be mature about it?

Look, Heitor, sorry. I...

I don't know if I'm mature enough...

to live under Débora's shadow.

Maybe you don't like, don't love me like I wanted, but...

I love myself.

Heitor still likes me.

What matters here is not what Heitor feels for you...

but what you still fell for him, huh, love?

What?

I broke up with him to prioritize my career.

No, love, you broke it off because you...

hold the world record in repressing what you feel.

I'm no fool.

What died between you was the relationship.

But what you feel for him is here, alive inside you.

You know that very well.

No, I don't...

-Is that me? -Yeah, why?

Gilberto, you think I can avoid my accident?

Débora, no!

But you saw what I did to Fred.

-I can still change it! -No! You can't.

You didn't change a thing about your day.

All you did, you did to yourself.

It'll all end as it's supposed to. Understand?

No.

I can too change history!

-I will try to save me! -Débora, Débora...

My celestial shaved balls!

Stupid! Stupid!

I won't lose this account!

-Don't run like that. -Give up, Débora.

That's useless. Quit it.

Look, I'm not dying today, okay?

My love, that doesn't depend on you, okay?

-You won't change your life. -Yeah, but I have to change.

So, you agree you were living life wrongly?

I agree I drive like shit, okay?

And that I had a terrible day, that's it.

Know what? I'm not here to flip out...

or to die again, okay?

Kisses, thanks, see ya.

Wait, where... look, you scaredy cat...

I'm the one dying.

Hi? Hi!

Hey, darling, love! Honey!

Beautiful, hotness, look at me. Just a sec.

Look, you don't have to race like that, ok?

You have a whole life ahead of you.

Look how great. Can you imagine?

Just a pointer, it's quick, I assure you. This car's airbag doesn't work.

Pay attention to what I'm saying!

Why won't you listen? Why don't you listen?

Why don't you listen to anyone?

Stop the car now!

Stop!

Yeah...

life is what we make of it.

You just saw what you made of yours, love.

But that's not fair. I had my whole life ahead of me.

Maybe I was repressed, or rude...

or whatever, but I wasn't stupid.

If I stayed alive, I would change.

I was going to find what's best for me.

Are you sure you would?

I'm certain. My future would be bright.

So let's see your bright future.

Wow! ls this my future?

I just don't understand why the ''wow''.

-Look. I'm a... -Shit.

Sorry, Fred.

How many times have I told you I don't want you on my desk?

Many, many times you've said that.

My God! What have you done?

I don't know. I must have sold my soul, I bet.

I don't care about your soul, honey. l mean your hair.

It's an awful cut!

-And what's with the banner? -That's what I came to show you.

This is the giveaway for the new president campaign.

Our new president in 2036, Mr. Tiririca. You like it?

This would be more useful in my bathroom.

I want a new giveaway idea, today!

-Today? -Today, ok?

Because Carol Werneck's agency is after our candidate.

See?

And if they still another account from us, I swear to God...

I'll fire you just like you fired her from here.

Okay, Fred.

Mr. Fred, ok?

It's not because we were married...

that you can treat me casually in here.

-Yes, sir. -I'm getting a coffee outside.

When I come back into my office...

I want the new campaign on my desk.

You should also change, you look like the Little Prince.

Debby?

Debby, my girl. You there? Huh?

-No. -Stop lying.

I'm going blind, but not deaf.

I know you're around here.

What do you want, Marcos?

I want a little back massage. Now!

Don't push!

I'll show you now.

You want a back massage?

-Here, here. -A little higher.

Higher, on your head.

You want a massage, yeah?

I shat myself.

GLOBAL WARMING IS YOUR GRANDMA'S HISTORY

LIFE IS WHAT WE MAKE OF IT

Wait, he published my book as his own?

Gil, let it go.

We're going to laugh about it in Heaven.

Who said you're going to Heaven?

Excuse me, Débora, do you want coffee?

Creamy, like I like it?

Yes, very.

Bring it. You can go.

Oh, yes.

There's a gentleman here wanting to talk to you.

-I'm not here for anyone. -His name's Heitor.

Heitor? What does he want?

I don't know, I think it's personal.

Okay. Alright.

You can let him in in five minutes.

What's this?

I died at the wrong time.

Intelligent silicone.

The future is wonderful.

Great piece of shit, this.

I'm thinking, there must not be many impotent men in the future, right?

Girl, what's this?

The guy's genetics, so good. Did you see it?

-Wow! -Aged well, girl.

He didn't age at all.

Gee, men are lucky, aren't they?

Heitor...

wow, you look great.

No, I'm not who you think I am.

I am Heitor, but Heitor Jr.

The son of the Heitor you knew.

Of course, I shouId have imagined.

But how's your dad?

He passed away last year.

Sorry, I didn't hear.

Look...

I don't know you, nor did I want to...

I mean, the last thing I want...

is for my mom to know I'm here.

I just came to bring this.

My dad gave it to me at the hospital. The day he passed.

And...

he made me promise I'd give it to you today.

So, today is Valentine's Day.

You didn't know?

No. I just realized it.

This song a classic?

-I'm speechless. -Me too.

Just imagine how music is now.

Ah, news.

''Madonna married Justin Bieber in 2021 .''

Stop it, guys. This is a marketing ploy.

No, please, you're not reading this crap?

No, there are things that pertain to you, love.

-Can I read it? -No.

''Débora Ferrão, successful ad person...

says the biggest setback in her life was her mother's death...

on a sinking ship, in 2013.''

Sorry, honey. It was inconvenient.

-I didn't want to read this. -My mom?

''But Débora says she is happy on her own...

and she pities women who need a husband and kids...

to feel happy.''

Quote:

''I never believed in romantic love and I'm very happy this way''.

Unquote.

That's right.

If I said it, it must be true.

Shitty life!

Or almost.

Hi, Débora.

I don't know if you wiII see this...

but I had to try.

I'm onIy doing this because I found out...

I don't have much time Ieft.

You know, I had a good Iife.

I got married, had kids, l loved.

But I swear, Débora...

I still think of you.

But after everything that happened between us...

I promised myself this time...

I wouldn't take the first step.

So I waited.

I spent years waiting for a birthday call.

A lunch invitation.

A beer, a coffee even.

But that invitation never happened.

I felt like a fool for that.

But now I know that...

denying what we feel is denying who we are.

I don't want to die...

denying what I feel for you.

I don't want to die...

without imagining myseIf by your side one last time.

Or without a dying wish.

WouId you...

dance with me?

I Iove you.

I Iove you too, Heitor.

-Why did I say that? -Because it's true, love.

I can't die now, Gilberto.

Too late, honey.

You can't always correct your mistakes.

I gotta go back. I gotta fix my life.

I know I can, I can make it.

Soon, we'll meet in the afterlife.

Good luck.

And have a good death, girlfriend.

Gilberto, please, come back!

Lady, where did you come from?

I'm alive!

-That's what looks like, huh? -I'm alive!

Awesome!

Mister, you have no idea. You have no idea!

I saw my life pass go by my eyes.

That happened to me, too.

Once, I crashed my truck and I saw...

-Yes. -my life play out in front of me.

It sucks.

Mine too. Mine sucks too.

-Hit it. -Okay then.

Marcos, what about Débora?

Calm down, Atílio. She's coming.

Take it easy, guys. Take it easy.

Darling, that karate like that, how I like it.

That's it. There, good. Good, that's it.

Look. Didn't I tell you?

-Débora, are you alright? -I am.

I just crashed my car, fell from an eight meter-tall bridge...

but besides that, I'm great.

Please, some still water.

Wait, wait, you should go to the hospital.

-I think so too, Débora. -I know what love is.

Pay attention.

Atílio, these are my parents.

I don't have many good memories of my dad.

Because their separation was very hard.

But of one thing I'm certain.

One day, they truly loved each other.

I'm the product of that love.

But it ended.

And you know why?

Because it wasn't fed.

That's the secret, Atílio.

Love, it must be fed, nourished.

A great love story...

is made of small gestures.

Every day.

The account is yours.

Wait, wait, Atílio. No kidding.

You kidding again?

Now it's serious.

Let's toast, let's toast.

-She deserves it, wait, wait. -Congrats, Débora, congrats.

-It's a genius idea. -Congrats.

You don't know what that is.

-Congrats. -Crying, poor thing.

He's emotional.

To ours, to ours!

Genius! Genius! Genius! She's a genius!

Heitor, Heitor.

Um...

I wanna say it was very good seeing you again.

-Yeah, it was. -Heitor...

just one more thing.

I know I sort of disappeared, never called you...

but we could fix that.

I'd like to invite you for dinner.

Or maybe a beer, or even a coffee...

Look, Débora...

I don't know what happened today...

but I do know you're not like that.

So...

let's continue to keep a distance.

Distance?

I thought you were waiting for this...

Where did you get that idea?

Um...

I think I hit my head.

So, go see a doctor.

I'm serious. Good night.

INCREASE YOUR LOVE

Hi, mom. How are you?

Yeah, I did call.

Mom, look, I called to say you can travel...

anywhere in the world, except for the Caribbean, okay?

Yeah. Promise me one thing?

That you'll never get on a ship again?

No, mom, not even the Roberto Carlos cruise.

I'll buy you the DVD.

Okay, love you too, mom.

Débora! What's with you...

putting a price on my head here at the agency?

I didn't do that.

I just said that, if you were kept here, I'd leave.

-They chose. -What did I ever do to you?

Besides telling everyone you have an affair with me?

-Nothing. -You can't prove it.

-Marcos confirmed it. -Shit!

Also, I want you to give me back, now...

the manuscript for Gilberto's book that were on my desk.

-I don't know what you're talking about. -No? You don't know?

I think you should remember. Otherwise...

Otherwise what?

Boy.

-Look at her! -Hello!

The tickets.

-This is for you, Débora. -For me?

See, tickets to the Northeast. Thanks, Marcos.

-Not at all. -I love it.

Wherever you want. You deserve it.

Take some days off, love, how about it?

Actually, you can ask for whatever you want.

-What do you want? Ask, ask. -No, I don't...

A coffee machine for my office.

Coffee machine in her office.

Ok, easy, easy.

And, Débora, once more...

congratulations on your campaign.

-It's nothing. -Cute.

Look, guys, thanks. Thanks for the support...

but I don't want to say anything to anyone, you know?

I don't want to sue the company, nothing like that.

I want to get my things and leave.

Carol, I wanna talk to you.

No, no, no one needs to leave. Stay.

I want to apologize.

Yesterday I was very selfish.

I was petty, I lost my temper.

This is for you.

A new cellphone.

-Thank, Débora. -And I...

Carol, I want you to stay.

No, Débora, I'm tired of being your assistant.

I know I can be much more than that.

I don't want you as my assistant...

I want you as my partner.

Here...

Gilberto's desk is now yours.

Yes!

I think now we can talk.

-Is that the key? -Right.

Thank you.

Yes!

''Love is not something crazy you do for someone.

Love is something crazy we do for ourselves.

Just being at the right place, at the right time...

and everything falls into place.''

Yeah, dad, I asked to be transferred to Rio de Janeiro.

The only thing holding me in São Paulo...

was my relationship with Heitor. And we're really over.

I don't know, we...

we were fooling ourselves without knowing it.

It happens.

But I'll be okay, dad.

No, it's all good.

-Heitor. -Débora.

What are you doing here?

I was just around and decided to stop...

and see how you were.

-Okay. -Good.

-That's it? -No?

I want to tell you something else.

What? Say it.

Don't repress your instincts, that's unnatural.

Stop being serious, speak up...

yell it out loud when you want to.

Is that Menudo?

It's healthy, relaxing, replenishing And it does your head good

So Sing, dance, nonstop

Up, down, as you want it

Dream, live, like me

Jump, yell

Don't repress your instincts Because that's unnatural

Stop being serious, speak up

Yell it out loud When you want to

It's healthy, relaxing, replenishing And it does your head good

So Sing, dance, yell

Don't repress yourself Don't repress yourself

Don't repress yourself

Don't repress yourself Don't repress yourself

Yell it

Don't repress yourself Don't repress yourself

Don't repress yourself

Dance, sing, up, down Live, run and jump like me!

Yeah!

Definitely, life is...

what we make of it.

Right, my love?

Te quiero.

Really? How sweet!

I HATE VALENTINE'S DAY