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Spicy Dessert was cancelled. There won't be a party this year.

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

-There's a R$70 water here. -It's from a luxury brand.

We need to change the focus, we need to be a luxury product.

Dissatisfaction is a permanent feature of human beings...

but Karin took it too far sometimes.

Oscar is spreading the word, but it's not enough, we need more.

-Who's Yuri? -My fake boyfriend.

He pretends he's my boyfriend to my parents.

-I want to be your boyfriend. -You're already my boyfriend.

-For real. -What do you mean?

He threatened to tell my parents the truth. I need to end this.

BLUE OCEAN

DIVE IN

-It's elegant. I love it. -I did too. What about you Karin?

I like it.

-But... -Really. I like it.

But...

what if we show the logo first and the slogan after?

It's great. Ever thought about working with that?

I'll order the changes and it'll be live next week. All right?

It started like this.

Karin found out there's something called "Conceptual Ad".

The kind of ads that don't sell a product, but an idea.

-Yes, nice. -I liked it.

-Did you? It's really good, right? -Yes.

Johnnie Walker is a great example.

The phrase "keep walking" doesn't sell the Scotch...

but a lifestyle.

It was perfect for us.

-I was told it would show today. -There's something wrong.

I'm so excited.

I'd rather spend the day in this elevator.

Is there any problem with the elevator?

No, we pushed the wrong button. I'm sorry.

We could think of other places now.

-What places? -To run our ad.

Like an billboard on Paulista Avenue.

Billboards are forbidden.

What about the soap opera's commercial break?

-Come on! This is serious. -I know. And that is the problem.

I don't see any problem.

Our brand is being shown in more than 60 commercial buildings.

Relax. Calm down a bit.

There's only one thing left for us to do.

-Celebration. -That's right!

We rarely can go out together alone.

You're right. Let's drink it all up. The first round is on me.

And the fifteenth.

-We celebrate tonight then. -Not tonight.

-Why not? -Because...

I'm having dinner with my boyfriend.

I had to end that relationship.

I had to make Yuri forget that crazy idea.

Look what I brought you.

-For me? -Yes. Cute, isn't it?

-Open it. -Does it open?

It does.

Let me see.

-It's us. -It is indeed.

-Put it on. -It doesn't match my outfit.

Another day.

Let's eat.

I made reservations at a Thai restaurant.

Because we didn't go out...

Karin serviced the first client who called because of the ad.

I've heard about Blue Ocean a while ago.

One of my editors has your cufflinks...

and I admit I was a bit jealous of him.

Really?

Why didn't you call us before?

That's what I've been asking myself since you arrived.

His name was Helio. He's the owner of an important weekly magazine...

and he loved the ad.

I think you were really bold.

I thought about publishing the story next week.

-What story? -About you and Blue Ocean.

-Negative. -What a pity.

It'd be a wonderful story.

Really?

Would you also publish how you found us?

Right.

I loved our dinner.

Yes. The spaghetti was delicious.

Well, I'll see you.

-Do you have a valid passport? -What?

-Do you have a valid passport? -Why do you ask?

-It's nothing. -What do you mean?

-I'm just curious. -Yuri.

Dammit. It was a surprise.

I messed it up.

What did you mess up?

Our end of year trip.

What end of year trip?

We could take a couple of days off on New Year's Eve.

Imagine the two of us on a desert beach...

for about 20 days.

It'd be wonderful.

My God! I really needed that. I almost forgot how to.

-It didn't look like. -Right.

But the only sport I've been doing is tying the tie.

Really?

Now you know how to find us.

That's what scares me.

Bye-bye.

-Hello? -Karin, it's Lucas.

Lucas?

Lucas and Jaime were the night geniuses.

At least, that's how they called themselves.

In the beginning, they organized parties for rich kids.

But they noticed that the rich kids' fathers were even richer.

They knew that every year...

businessmen in the sugar and ethanol field...

met for a dinner in São Paulo called Sweet Dinner...

and most of them didn't bring the wives.

They were an easy target.

So they made a deal with the main pimps...

and got the best girls in town.

Then they organized an exclusive party...

to attract the millionaires in town for the dinner.

It was a non-official party, obviously.

It was done with discretion...

Good night.

and no shame.

It was like throwing a lit match in a gasoline barrel.

An extraordinary success. And for a decade...

Spicy Dessert was the most anticipated party in town.

Lucas! I'm sorry. I didn't recognized your voice.

No problem.

The party is coming up and we thought about you.

-Jaime is here. He says hello. -Say hello for me.

I'm so busy I forgot about the party.

Right, but it's almost time. Can you stop by the office today?

-Yes, I can. -I'll see you then.

Thanks.

As you can see, the party has grown...

which is wonderful...

and we're very careful to keep the standards up.

You know we just work with high standard guests.

And it's become hard to produce this party.

I bet.

Karin, we've come to that point in life...

where we want to have our heart attack in peace...

with a Scotch in hand looking over a blue ocean.

But we didn't invite you here to talk about our work.

An American is arriving for the mill owners' event...

and it's his first time in Brazil.

He's one of the top five ethanol producers in the world.

He's top V.I.P. and has confirmed his presence in the Spicy Dessert.

We want to offer him the best. That's where you come in.

I see.

How's your schedule?

I think it's available on the party's date.

How about filling the availability with R$2,000, free of tax?

-He'll stay... -It's too little, Lucas.

With all due respect, a lot has changed lately.

I'm on a different level now.

Can you tell us what level that is, so we can understand?

The price is 15,000 reais.

-It's only one night, not a month. -I know.

Last time, we agreed on $600.

What's the adjustment rate on your sex calls?

-It's up to you. -Wait!

Relax. I'll go straight to the point. We want you.

How can we continue our conversation?

Paying what I've asked.

Impossible.

Unfortunately, I can't continue this conversation.

Is that it?

Not even a discount?

For old times' sake.

No, not a discount.

But I'd rather be paid in a different way.

For old times' sake.

I'll take care of the American...

if you make my company one of the sponsors.

Your company? What kind of product, underwear?

Personal lubricant?

I loved these shoes. Why didn't you buy anything?

Because I didn't want to bring anything.

I didn't want to leave anything. Didn't you like those brown shoes?

What shoes? Forget. My mind is somewhere else.

Yuri?

What do I do to make him break up with me?

Stop waxing.

And lose all my clients?

-What if you betray him? -I see men every day.

-He doesn't care. -What if it wasn't a client?

But how would I prove it wasn't a client?

It's true.

-There's only one solution. -What?

-Marry him. -Shut up.

-I'm kidding. -I don't know what to do.

All right, so carry these bags for me.

R$15,000? With R$15,000 we can take a slut to Las Vegas.

-Not just one, more than one. -She's crazy.

The older a slut gets, the less she can charge...

not the opposite.

Well, how much does it cost to be a sponsor?

-Do you want to be a sponsor? -I'm not kidding.

Is anyone here?

Karin, are you really taking up our time with that?

I want to pay for that, Jaime. It's different.

Call me back when you've solved everything.

You want to know how much to become a sponsor, right?

I've said that already.

-All right. R$150,000, Jaime? -Yes, R$150,000.

It's R$150,000. Call us when you decide.

My wife's getting worse. She basically declared war...

just because I bought the wrong milk.

I can't believe it. It's crazy.

I had a great trick to put up with the clients' complaints.

Today, she complained I slept in the living room all night...

with the TV on.

It's a place between distraction and attention...

while strategically moving my eyebrows.

She also complained that I play soccer three times a week.

And charming nods to show I sympathize with them.

Now, she insists I don't make her smile anymore.

But on that day, I wasn't paying attention.

All I wanted was to get rid of Yuri.

-Don't you think? -What?

-I'm sorry, I didn't hear you. -No problem.

I should apologize.

I bet you can't put up any longer with your clients' complaints.

I'm used to it. It's like sex, it's part of the trade.

I just don't understand. If it's so hard...

why don't you get a divorce?

Some days, she bothers me so much...

that all I think about is divorce.

Really?

She became an expert in turning my life into hell.

Does she complain that much that drives you crazy?

-Yes. -What does she complain about?

I think we'll need about 10 more hours...

for me to answer that.

Tell me.

-Really? -Sure. I like to listen.

She complains about everything. I don't care about the kids...

or give them too much attention, I never change my haircut...

my shirts are old, and I love those old shirts.

I leave wet towels on the bed, my noisy breathing.

It's like hell. I can't stand it anymore.

That was it.

If Yuri wanted a real relationship, he'd have to accept everything.

Hello!

Come meet my friends. Domingos, João and Artur.

-Hello. -This is Luna, my girlfriend.

-Sit down. -Thanks.

-Can I ask you a question? -Sure.

We have no doubt about what Yuri saw in you...

but solve this mystery, what did you see in him?

Come on! You're bad. Don't talk about my baby like this.

My baby! It's unbelievable.

-What are you doing? -You could change your haircut.

-It's old fashioned. -It's always been like this.

There's nothing I can do with short hair.

Unlike our friend here. He just needs to wash it, right?

Yuri, be discreet!

You're drooling over that woman. Am I bothering you here?

Stop it, Luna. I didn't do anything.

Waiter.

One more draft, please.

No! Don't you think you've had one too many?

Please, bring him a tonic water. With or without lemon?

It was perfect. He'd give it up really soon.

What happened?

Don't do that. I'm just taking care of my baby.

-It doesn't look like. -But I am.

Now you have a woman who takes care of you.

-Really? -Sure! Did you forget about it?

-Did you, baby? -Can I ask you something?

-What? -Call me your baby.

My baby, say it.

Maybe not that soon.

-It's not working. -Did you complain about the beer?

I did.

Did you talk about his haircut?

-So you're doing okay. -It doesn't look like.

Luna, Operation Python.

-What? -Operation Python.

-I heard. What is it? -What does a python do?

It holds you smoothly, warmly, nicely, like in a hug.

And then it begins to tighten it up...

Yuri's nose will bleed, the bones will break...

the brain will melt down over his belly...

Stop, Oscar. I understood. Let's go.

Did you like the Operation Python?

I'm not sure.

I have a proposal for you.

What proposal?

The ad is working, isn't it? Everyone loves it, right?

-What is the proposal? -More ads.

In specific places, perfect places for our brand.

Spicy Dessert.

-I liked the idea. -I think it's great.

It could be fun to have an ad there. How much?

-R$150,000. -My God!

No. Forget it, Karin.

-It's a lot of money. -It's not worth it.

Sure it is! If the ad works, we have to invest in it.

If it works, we have to continue with it.

Relax, Karin.

Can't you be happy with what you have?

-Just a little. One minute. -One second.

Do you know what's your problem? You think small.

-We think small? -That's right, Luna.

If you had it your way, we'd be at the club with the drunks...

counting cents.

What did you say?

If I had it my way, you wouldn't be so stupid.

Just because you have good ideas, not all of them are good.

You're pushing it too far.

You don't understand. We need to sponsor the Spicy Dessert.

-We don't need! -We do too! They can't win.

-They who? -Jaime and Lucas.

They think we can't do it, but I'll prove them wrong.

I knew there was a reason. I knew it wasn't about the ad.

It's the ad, too.

You can prove them whatever you want...

but you won't use our money. I'm sorry.

All right. No problem.

I won't use your money.

We were mad at Karin.

Karin was mad at us.

We didn't talk for days.

Be careful. En garde.

Are you sure?

Karin, of course, was sure.

And I had to get rid of Yuri.

-Hello, Luna. -Can you talk, or my baby is busy?

-I'm busy, but I can talk. -Who's there?

-What? -There must be someone there.

-There's nobody here. -Why aren't you making the voice?

-What? -Are you ashamed?

-Of what? -Who's there then?

There's nobody here. Is that why you called?

Of course not. I just wanted to know if you were thinking of me.

Do you want to know what I'm thinking?

-I do. -Seriously?

Instead of worrying about it...

you should remember that since we got together...

we didn't have an intimate moment...

alone...

in bed preferably.

He was still obsessed.

Do you wanna come to my place tonight?

I can't tonight.

Tomorrow?

All right. Tomorrow. Goodbye.

Bye.

The day of the party arrived.

It was a great day for the escort girls.

Specially for Karin.

-Are you ready? -Absolutely.

-This belt is gorgeous. -I loved your earrings.

Thanks.

Thanks.

Thanks.

Good night.

Hello.

I feel like an island at these parties, surrounded by clients.

-Great clients. -If you add all their money...

it should be more than certain countries' GNP.

Thanks.

Good evening, everyone. Your attention, please.

I know everyone is happy with the new business.

I'll try to be brief so you can enjoy the party...

and this well deserved celebration.

Firstly, I'd like to thank all of you for coming...

to the biggest and best...

Spicy Dessert party of all times.

Our success was only possible...

due to our dear sponsors' support and generosity.

So I'd like to thank Group Biogris...

Malber Logistic...

Sucreme do Brasil, and last, but not least...

a very special sponsor...

a little different, who joined us this year.

You probably know whom I'm talking about...

Jet Flame!

I'm glad that a new industry is supporting our party.

That's it.

They didn't mention Blue Ocean...

nor did they show the name on the screen...

on the posters, or on the flyers.

Nothing.

She gave up.

Maybe she finally understood it would be too much.

-But didn't she come? -You know what? I hope not.

I don't want to argue tonight.

What happened?

-What time did you arrive? -Lucas!

Nothing. I'll talk to you later, all right?

Excuse me.

Why Blue Ocean wasn't mentioned as a sponsor?

-Why would that be? -What do you mean?

Junior sponsors are not mentioned.

Did you do that to me? Did you dare do that to me?

We told you it was above your level. We told you.

-I won't let it go. -You won't? What will you do?

I'll tell the press, I'll put an end to it!

Be my guest.

I hope you know that if you do this, you're done.

We'll see.

Do you really think we'll lose clients because of it?

Don't be naive. Do you know what'll happen?

It'll be uncomfortable, I admit. But in two months it'll be forgotten.

Think.

Who will go out with a hooker...

who makes trouble?

You'll end your career.

Lucas, please, come with me. I want to introduce you to Olavo.

-Nice to meet you. -He's my partner.

I know it's not your favorite subject, but we should call Karin.

-No way! -Why?

It's always like this. Karin doesn't admit failure...

and I'm tired of accepting it. This time, she'll have to come to us.

-Do you think she will? -Forget it, Magali.

She put her pride aside when she gave up the sponsorship.

Put yours as well.

You talk as if it were easy.

All right.

-Hello, Sonia. -Hello.

-Is there anything wrong? -No.

I mean... is Blue Ocean closing the doors?

-What do you mean? -You and Karin don't talk anymore.

Don't worry about it. We need much more than that...

to close Blue Ocean. Where's Karin?

She's gone. She walked by and left.

Then Sonia told us that Karin had been tricked...

was very nervous, said things Sonia didn't understand...

and before leaving, she set up a meeting with a client.

-A meeting? -I didn't understand.

Usually the client sets up the meetings.

-Whom did she call? -Helio.

Helio?

Is he the magazine owner? The one who wanted to publish...

Voice mail. Do you think she'll do that?

I do, but I hope not.

If he publishes anything about Spicy Dessert...

-he'll have to talk about us. -I know.

It's here. To the right.

-Are you crazy? -I'm waiting for a client.

You can't do this. You'll destroy everything.

It's destroyed already.

Are you sure?

Why are you worried about the company now?

-We're worried about you. -I know how to take care of me.

I'm not sure. You're acting like a child.

Why don't you face it?

Face what?

That you lost.

That you lost this time. You've won so many.

It's okay to lose once in a lifetime.

Thanks, but it's too late. I've decided already.

Do whatever you want.

Do you believe we discussed for an hour...

if a comma or a period would be better for the text?

Isn't it a depressing reason for a delay?

-What about you? -Me what?

What did you want to talk about?

It's nothing.

Actually, I have something you might like.

You don't need to be jealous of your editor anymore.

That was it.

I love them.

I'll be proud to wear them.

That night, I went to Yuri's house.

-I want to have sex! -No. Calm down!

Can you wait until we get in?

Did you get in?

Wait!

I'm sweating. I'll take a shower before.

-Do you want help? -No.

I was resolved.

Relax, Yuri. I just took a shower, I'm clean.

Come on, Luna. We agreed.

What is it now?

I don't like this way. I need to feel it.

What do you want me to do?

A massage would be good.

Yuri!

I'd give the final blow.

Aren't you forgetting something?

Go on. Come on! Go on.

Come on!

Not there!

There.

Don't stop!

There. No, there!

Yes, there.

-Stop, stop, stop! -What is it?

-Wait for me. Wait! -But...

Yuri! I can't believe it!

Luna, enough!

I swear I felt sorry for him.

But I couldn't back down.

We need to talk.

-About what? -It's really boring, Luna!

Wait for me is boring, is that it?

No. Everything is boring. All of it.

All of it?

I want to cut my hair the way I want...

I want to drink, have sex my way...

it's always been like that. You were not like this.

But before we had a fake relationship.

So that's it. A real relationship is boring. Really.

Can we go back to the way it was before?

Love is a four-letter word. Two vowels and two idiots.

Dad!

Love is a temporary disease that's healed with marriage.

Stop it!

You're being silly!

-My God! -The food is delicious.

Yuri, isn't it about time you two get cured?

No, it's perfect as it is. Isn't it?

Uncle, see what he does to me?

But that's okay.

The next day...

after a brief storm...

the ocean was calm again.

-What are we going to do now? -I need to calm down a little.

The business world is too... I don't know.

-It's too... -It's too sluttish.

Yes. That's right.

But don't relax too much. Let's get to work.

Let's do it.

-How's the schedule? -Check with Sonia.

Blue Ocean, good evening.

She's available.

Sure. What's your name?