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When Karin decided to change her life...

the world was crumbling down.

For the first time in almost 10 years...

São Paulo's stock exchange called for Circuit Breaker...

a function to briefly pause trading...

to avoid that panic decreases the stock value even more.

Is this the worst crisis since the Great Depression of 29?

Is the capitalism foundation crumbling down? Marco?

You want me to answer all these questions?

We can talk about something else, if you want.

Wine, cars...

-Soccer. -Great.

Seriously, Gustavo. I think there's an overreaction around all this.

For example, the GWK Group.

Until further notice, we're working based on two words...

investment and growth.

Until further notice, all new ventures are prohibited.

You'll cut all possible expenses, use less paper clips...

drink less coffee, avoid meat if necessary.

It'll be necessary.

Any questions?

-Scotch or vodka? -Scotch.

You still have an 18-years, right?

In this crisis, I'll have to drink a 12-years, 8-years scotch.

I'll become a "scotch pedophile".

Is it that bad?

Bad?

I thought about switching the kids' school to a cheaper one.

-Really? -Yes.

But don't you worry.

For your business, the crisis is a great opportunity.

I don't think so. If it's bad for you, it's bad for me, too.

You're wrong. The worse for me, the better for you.

-What do you mean? -You work with entertainment.

-So? -Let me tell you something.

During the Great Depression of the 30's in the U.S...

the streets were crowded with homeless people.

Do you know which line was longer than the bread line?

-Which? -The movies.

It's simple. The worse the reality...

the bigger the need for fantasy.

But the less money they have to spend, the less money I'll make.

It's simple.

Karin, there will always be someone willing to pay $600...

for a night with you.

Not a night. Two hours.

I don't know what'll happen if the crisis doesn't end soon.

Relax.

Close your eyes and forget it.

VISION

Of all the escorts I met, Karin was always the best.

She not only knew what men wanted...

but also what they didn't even know they wanted.

I'll tell you something I've never told a client.

-What is it? -My real name.

It's not Karin.

It's Mariana.

They didn't know that this was not her real name either.

Patrícia.

Lívia.

Tereza.

Julia.

Henriqueta.

-Henriqueta? -In my grandma's honor.

She knew how make a client comfortable.

She never checked the watch to see if the time was over.

But she sure knew how much time they'd left.

If the date started with Summertime...

it had to end with Night and Day.

And she never left a clue.

Lipstick stain?

Perfume?

Karin was always out of the wives' radar.

-Hi, honey. -Where were you?

At a tedious lecture from the HR Director.

I'm really tired.

I have to go home.

You had gel on your hair.

Like I said, Karin was the best.

But that was not enough. She was never satisfied.

She always argued with her bookers.

Booker is a nice name for a pimp. She had several of them.

Until she met Ariel.

Ariel was kind of eccentric.

The more he sinned...

the more religious he became.

At 25, he changed his name to Muhammad...

and became a Muslim.

At 29, he decided to become an Orthodox Christian.

And at 34, he adopted Judaism.

Osvaldo, how are you?

Ariel bought a Jewish restaurant in Bom Retiro...

and made the third table on the right his office.

I haven't posted pictures on the site yet.

Ariel was the booker Karin liked the most.

Which doesn't mean much.

Lately, he wasn't booking her that many clients.

And when a client cancelled, he almost always forgot to tell her.

-You didn't tell me. Again! -Hello, Karin. Shabbat Shalom.

-I waited for hours. -Did you read a book?

I'm not kidding, Ariel.

Karin, what happened? If I may ask.

You know. This time, you'll have to pay me the hours I lost.

I would, but I can't touch money today.

It's Shabbat.

The sacred day. You got it?

-Gabriel. -Here.

-Gabriela. -Here.

-I haven't introduced myself. -Karine.

Here.

My Mom wanted to name me Maria.

-My Dad, Clara. So they named me... -Maria Clara.

When I wasn't escorting, I studied Business.

Maria Clara.

-I think she went to the toilet. -Well, I studied all right...

ways to get my hands on the tests answers.

SÃO PAULO UNIVERSITY

Change some answers to not call attention.

Do you want to teach me how to cheat, dear?

I'm going to get in trouble for that.

Or you'll do great.

-Who is it? -Luna.

This was the name I gave myself.

-What's the matter? -What?

-The long face. -So?

-Is there any problem? -Yes.

-What is it? -Ariel.

Again?

-Do you want to talk? -No.

Can you do me a favor?

Why don't you leave Ariel and work with me at the club?

-You know I don't like clubs. -You don't like bookers either.

-How about this one? -Shouldn't it be conservative?

Isn't it?

-No. -What did Ariel do this time?

The problem is what he always does.

-He and all the others. -What would that be?

Nothing. That's the problem. They just wait for clients.

And use us for money.

-If it was me... -What would you do?

I don't know, something different.

-How about this? -I can't wait.

Do you know how old I am? I can't end up with nothing.

I need to find a way to get more clients.

Well, at least the Spicy Dessert will be soon.

Hold on. I need to talk about Spicy Dessert.

The prostitution in São Paulo has two big events...

Formula One...

and Spicy Dessert.

Once a year, the biggest mill owners in the country...

meet in the city to dine and do business.

Then, they go to a non-official party.

To get in, you must be a man and very rich...

or an escort girl and pretty. The main bookers in the country...

send girls to the party. All the girls do very well.

With one date, they make a month worth of cash.

Why only escorts and doctors don't accept credit cards?

Those are the most important things.

For three years, Ariel sent Karin to the party.

Listen, can't you take me to this party?

-I'll talk to Ariel. -What about this cleavage?

Wear this one. It'll be perfect.

-It's beautiful. -It'll fit perfectly.

-Karin, what'd I do without you? -You'd wear your own clothes.

I'm tired of my own clothes.

While Karin wanted lots of dates to secure her retirement...

I wanted just one.

Just one date that would last for the rest of my life.

I wanted to marry a millionaire.

And I'd found out the right place for that.

A school for very rich heirs...

to learn how not to spend all the family's money.

The classes are exclusive.

-Hello, Teacher. -Good afternoon.

And there are only three ways you can apply for them.

The first is paying for it.

The second is by invitation only.

The third is through scholarship.

I was the first person who got a scholarship to the heir school.

Everybody knows the saying... "The father a merchant...

the son a gentleman, the grandson a beggar."

But you're here to contradict the saying.

One day, I want your great-grandson...

to leave a flower on my grave in my honor.

You won't learn how to make money...

but how not to lose money, which is very important, too.

Well, I talked enough.

It's your turn. Introduce yourselves, please.

Out of the bat, I detected two possible targets.

I'm João Fernando, I'm 27 years old...

and my family business is in the sanitation area.

I always say that my Dad's business is garbage.

He was not one of them.

I'm Tales, 31 years old, I studied in Zurich for a while...

and lived five years in England, where I just came from.

My family's company manufactures small spheres.

Can you see this ball on the tip of the pen?

This is what we do.

-Is it my turn? -Yes.

Well, I'm not a heir.

I was just passing by and decided to come in.

Is there anything to eat here? I'm kidding.

My name is Oscar, I'm 30 years old...

and my family is in the steel and agricultural businesses.

We also have some mining companies...

an auto parts factory and other four or five businesses...

-that I don't know very well. -You'll know them all soon.

Oscar or Tales, that is the question.

-You. -Is it my turn?

-Yes. -Okay.

But I won't say my age. Not that I have to hide it...

but I'm already practicing.

My name is Luna, so is my nickname...

I studied Art in college...

and my family has companies in the beauty industry.

I can see that.

This one will look great on you.

It's green. I can't. Last year, I wore green to the same party.

Well, there's this one.

-It'll be perfect on you. -This is beautiful. I like it.

-How much is it? -Eighteen hundred.

You can pay in four installments.

Okay, I'll take it.

Hello?

Karin, it's Ariel. Are you free from 10 to 11 p.m. today?

What do you think?

I have a client for you. A nice guy, you know.

-He'll call you, okay? -All right.

-Goodbye. -Ariel.

Yes?

-Listen, I need a favor. -What is it?

I want to bring a friend to Spicy Dessert, may I?

-Karin, I meant to talk about this. -What?

Because of the financial crisis Spicy Dessert was cancelled.

There won't be a party this year.

Later.

In case of robbery or kidnapping you must remember two rules.

Number one: never react.

Number two: if you must react, do it right. Luna, come here.

I had finally decided. My target was Oscar.

You!

-Me? -No. The distracted one.

-Me? -Yes. Come here.

But fate threw Tales on my hands.

And on my elbows, my knees...

-Hold her by the neck from behind. -Like so?

Put your hand behind his arm.

-I'd love to kidnap you. -I decided to trust fate.

Take it easy, Tales.

Take your hand out of there.

Rule number one: never react.

I'm sorry. I'll be away on the day of the party.

-No problem. -Thank you.

Good afternoon. How are you?

-Bianca? -Karin!

It's nice to see you. You're beautiful.

-Really? -I love your outfit.

I love yours, too.

-Have you been busy? -Here or at the club?

-With the kids or the adults? -Here.

I love it. I might have a role in a kids play in a couple of months.

-Cool. -I'll let you know.

-Okay. -It's almost Spicy Dessert time.

-Don't you know yet? -What?

It was cancelled. No party this year.

It's true. I just spoke to Ariel.

There will be a party, dear. I already got my invitation.

It's in my purse. Would you like to see?

Do you believe in White Snow, Karin?

What did Santa Claus say?

That you won't get a gift this year.

I'm a bad boy.

Why did you lie to me?

Karin, sit down.

Here is the thing...

What?

-You know Ellen, don't you? -The girl on the sun block ad?

That's the one. She's on TV in a bikini.

-So? -So she's on TV...

in a bikini.

I chose her over you.

Did you do that?

Dammit, Ariel. I need money. Do you know how old I am?

That's exactly the point, Karin.

You're not priority anymore.

I need to put 18, 19 years olds to work. Look at this.

Look how many.

You've been one of those.

Now there are others. It's life, you know?

Do you think I'm worse than them?

For me, you're much better than them. But that's how it is.

I play the game, I don't make the rules.

Besides you should've saved before.

Go to hell! Who are you to tell me what I should do?

Calm down, honey.

Do you want a drink? A caipirinha?

You've cheated on me, lied to me, Ariel.

And now you dare to tell me I'm too old for the Spicy Dessert?

Karin enough. Don't make a scene.

Or I won't get you any more clients.

You won't get me any? I don't want clients from you.

Don't you ever call me again. Never.

How long is never? Two hours? Two days?

Never is never.

-I'll get my own clients. -How?

Posting your picture on a website where your father can see?

Going to clubs every night to score an old man for 200 bucks?

-Is that it? -I'll manage.

Go ahead then.

Go manage away from here.

-You'll be back, Karin. -I won't!

I'll do anything, but work with you again.

All of you come back. You won't last six months alone.

Almost every Sunday I'd have lunch with my family.

They don't live in São Paulo, but on a nearby city, Campinas.

For a while now, they think I work at a consulting company...

and have a boyfriend.

-How's work? -It's all right.

-And college? -Great.

They thought I had a life as conventional as theirs.

Is the food good?

Excellent.

This is yours, this is mine. Cheers.

-This is Yuri. -What a shot.

For a year, he pretends to be my boyfriend.

He thought he owed that to me because he got drunk at the club...

Where's the nearest toilet?

And I took care of him.

Luna.

Yuri likes escorts.

So much so that he never had free sex.

-Seven, tigress. -Thanks, baby.

Except once.

My God...

my God!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Slow down, son.

This is my brother Fred. He always had two dreams.

The first was to be a skateboard champion.

The second, to have sex with Karin.

-Karin, can I suck your nipples? -What the hell, Fred?

-Get out of here, kid. No! -Just one of them?

Get out!

I don't know which was the worst.

-Karin, I'll take it. -Don't worry. I'm used to it.

-Does anyone want coffee? -I do.

When will you bring Tales for lunch instead of Yuri?

Right, bring him to eat rice and beans...

at the Beauty King's mansion? I don't think so.

You're crazy. You know he'll want to meet your parents, right?

I'll think about it when I cross that bridge.

How is he in bed?

He has potential. Too bad I can't enjoy it yet.

I'm pretending I'm a good girl.

For guys like him, there are two kinds of women...

the one you marry, me. And the one you have sex with.

Me.

-What about you? -Me, what?

-You won't go back to Ariel? -I never want a booker again.

What will you do? It's been more than a week since your last client.

-I know, but I'll figure it out. -Why don't you post a picture?

For the same reason you don't do it. We'll be too exposed.

-Come work at the club with me. -At the club?

I don't know how you can stand to be in that place...

full of smoke and drunk old men.

And the girls exposed like meat at the market. No.

Well, at least, you can chose your client.

There's no risk to open the door and see your grandpa there.

-It's not for me. -What is it then?

I don't know.

Let's go to the club, you have no income for a week now.

Come with me.

A scotch, please.

-Who is your friend? -Karin.

-This is... -Daniel.

-Nice to meet you. -Likewise.

-Let's get out of here? -Yes. I'll get my purse.

-Have I seen you here before? -No.

-You're beautiful, you know? -Thank you.

It wasn't a good night to bring Karin.

There were only drunks and chitchatter.

Chitchatter is the guy who doesn't want sex...

he just wants to talk.

If you let him, he spends hours telling lies...

and trying to make out for free.

-You look like that actress... -Do me a favor?

Go talk to someone else, I don't feel like talking today.

All right.

-I'll see you around. -Sure.

Bye.

-Is it good here? -It's great. Thanks.

-Are you leaving? -Let's go grab a bite?

I know an excellent place nearby. Let's go?

Who invited you?

Karin, right? Get in, come on.

Clean it. It looks like something else.

-Stop it. -Don't you want it, Karin?

-No, the salad is enough. -It's delicious.

You don't know what you're missing.

Their sandwiches are awesome.

Thank God the owner doesn't know marketing.

Why?

If he knew anything about marketing...

this place would be packed and we'd be waiting a table.

He just needed to know about marketing and nothing else.

You can tease me, but today a service can't be just a service...

a product can't be just a product.

Look. Did you know it was medicine when it was created?

No marketing...

medicine. With marketing, Coca-Cola.

No marketing, nothing. With marketing...

the most recognized brand in the world.

With or without marketing, I like Pepsi better.

This restaurant...

without marketing, this.

With marketing, high prices, line at the door, busy.

Do you get it?

YOU CAN'T APPLY TODAY YESTERDAY'S METHODS

A, E, C, B, B, E, B, B, A, C, C, D.

A, E, C, B, B, E, B, B, A, C, C, D.

A, E, C, B, B, E, B, B, A, C, C, D.

I had to finish the test quickly.

Even though I could make a mistake.

I couldn't be late for the other school.

Being late meant lose the most important part...

talking to the heirs before class.

I thought about you last night. I saw a show on TV...

about the school you went to in Switzerland. How are you?

-What's going on? -Nothing.

-Is there a problem? -No.

-You're weird. -We'll talk later.

-No, let's talk now. -Later, Luna.

What's going on? Did I do anything wrong?

-It's not that, it's... -Tell me.

All right.

When I met you...

I thought you were different.

Different?

Yes.

You're not who I thought you were.

Now I know you're different.

Good afternoon.

Silence, please. Let's get started?

Mr. Renan, Karin wants to talk to you.

Who is Karin?

Luna's friend who was here the other day.

Okay. What does she want? Tell her we'll open in two hours.

-She didn't say. -All right. Send her in.

Dammit!

Are you the club owner?

And you are the girl who drank all my scotch.

-So what? -My girls don't drink at work.

I'm not yours.

I'm sorry. The girls who work in my club don't drink.

Our clients order scotch and they drink iced tea.

This way we save on the scotch, you are sober...

don't make mistakes and make extra money.

Everybody wins. Do I need to be clearer?

I know how it works. I paid for what I drank.

Okay, love. What do I owe the honor?

I had an idea that you might be interested in.

An idea? For me? You got an idea for me?

I did. To use marketing on this hell hole.

Marketing?

Marketing, yes. Why not?

It's the oldest profession in the world, not the most outdated.

It's true. You're right.

I know how to triple the number of clients and the alcohol sales.

Really? Tell me, what's the magic formula?

We'll tell the stock brokers the club has a special.

The lower the stock prices go, the higher discounts they'll have.

If the prices go down 10 percent, you give a 10% discount.

And if the prices go down 50, I'll be a homeless. Good idea.

That's it. It's almost impossible to go lower than 20 percent.

There's a function called circuit breaker.

If the prices go down 10 percent, it pauses the trade for half an hour.

If it's 15 percent, one more hour and so forth...

until the end of the day. Got it?

Look...

you seem to be more intelligent than the girls who work here.

But if the country is in crisis and the stock prices go down often...

are you sure the brokers will spend money here...

-because of a promotion? -Of course they will.

The worse the reality, the higher the need for fantasy.

And if they don't spend their money here, they'll do somewhere else.

But if we tell the brokers about the discount, we're ahead.

Marketing.

Marketing.

What's in it for you?

Nothing more than what I make. I just want to check if it'll work.

Great, I'll tell everyone.

I told you to sell if you don't want to lose.

What can I do? I told you earlier today.

SPECIAL AT PARIS CLUB YOU LOSE THERE, WIN HERE

Sell it now. You're losing a million a minute.

Quickly. It's happened already.

It's worse than we thought.

Yes.

But we're working on that.

He's avoiding me.

-What? -He's avoiding me.

-Where are you? -Paris.

-Paris? -The Club, Luna.

-You've changed your mind? -No.

-What are you doing there? -I'll tell you later. And Tales...?

-He found out. I think he did. -What? That you're not a heiress?

Worse.

-That I'm a whore. -Relax, Luna.

If he found out, charge him your fee.

Right now, the stock market is operating with a high of 0.3 percent.

Go down, go down, go down, go down, go down, go down...

Okay, class. Have a great weekend.

Thank you.

-See you on Monday. -See you then.

You found out, right?

Found out what?

That I'm not who you thought I was.

It's weird, isn't it?

My family got so rich making something so small.

Yes.

You're a great girl, Luna. You're sweet...

fun...

smart.

But you're not for me.

You know...

at this moment in my life, I'm looking for a more...

experienced woman.

In bed.

I had to write that.

Never trust on fate again.

That's right. I have a very smart girl now.

That's all I needed.

And I'm feeling so stupid because... hold on.

-The prices are going down! -I'll call you back.

For the third time this week, the circuit breaker was used.

Good evening. I came for the circuit breaker discount.

-Have fun. -Thanks.

Hello, Luna.

-It's busy today. What happened? -It's the crisis.

-It worked, right? -That's right.

-A scotch? -No, thanks.

Ice tea?

-No. -A proposal.

-Can I propose you something? -A proposal?

I want you to help me with the club.

I want to invest on the club to bring more customers.

-No, thanks. -You didn't hear my proposal.

Yes, but I don't want to give my money to anybody anymore.

I'll work alone.

Another one who thinks will make more money alone.

Another one who thinks we depend on men.

It's always been like this, honey. It'll never change.

You can't apply today yesterday's methods...

if you want to succeed tomorrow.

At that point I still didn't believe Karin could be right.