STREETS - NIGHTSandra is going home, and this time Cássio accompanies her."Honey, I will be forever grateful that you are accompanying me. But, I can't help thinking about the time for you to go to yours."Cassio is with hilarious confidence, "Don't worry about me being a male, woman! My role is to protect you, this way the father-in-law expects.""Don't let my dad hear you.""While they don't improve our police station, Roldão alone cannot be at the same time everywhere. And I protect you because I love you."Cássio and Sandra are so moved by the conversation that they don't notice that they are approaching the same group from yesterday. And the same young man in suspicious clothes is approaching them.Sandra is the first to notice, "There, Cassio, it's they again!"Cassio acts as a protective comic, "Don't worry, dear! Stay behind me."They try to go unnoticed, but the young man gets even closer. Cássio steps forward and "faces" him."High there, you freak! What do you want, huh?"

POLICE STATIONCarlos is at his desk, struggling with the monitor to keep it on. He doesn't realize that Ricardo is approaching, the same petulant face he does. He sits down without being asked."They don't make computers anymore like they used to, right? This one seems to be from the time of the MS-DOS."Carlos tries to decipher what Ricardo hides, a mysterious little guy, "MS-DOS is still used for some things, Mr. Oliveira. I thought you knew.""Of course, I know. Just like Sandra Bullock’s movie."Carlos smiles, he knows which film is, "I just wonder if you would be Sandra or the villains who set up all the counterfeiting via the net to blame her.""No, I don't know if it would come to that.""What do you mean, you don't know? These things are not defined like that."Cleverly at the crucial moment, Ricardo diverts the subject and leaves Carlos in the air, "Chief, I came here to tell you that my neighbor Anestor has already contacted Escelsa to pay off what he stole today."Carlos st

FÁBIO’S LIVING ROOMFábio gets up quickly and gestures for Ed to hide in the bedroom.Fábio whispers, "Come on, Ed! Gone hiding in my bedroom! Hopefully, he didn't notice your bike."Ed whispers back, "Damn, it looks like he also came by bicycle to come so fast!"Ed gets up and goes to Fábio’s bedroom. Luckily for Fábio, the door was closed. Fábio goes and opens it.Cassio talks with forced intimacy, "What's up, Fabio? How are you?"Fábio also forced affinity, "Well, man, what’s up? I think you missed home. If you want to listen to 'The Four Seasons', it's next door.""Célio ties up in Legião Urbana too?"Fabio takes a deep breath. This is going to be difficult, "No, it's Vivaldi's. Classic songs, he keeps bothering me with these boring songs.""Wow, he said that you are the one who bothers with your Axé music on high."It's the most clueless moment. Fábio looks at him coldly.Cassio disguises himself, "But, I didn't come to talk about Célio! After all, as you said, I don't have that c

STREETSCélio and Cássio are walking through the streets, with more posters to paste. They are on another street, pasting each other apart by a lamppost.Célio asks, "Where were you earlier that I didn't see you after the snack bar?"Cássio answers without care, "I went to have a love affair and Sandra asked me for a favor.""What favor?""Ask Fábio if he—", he interrupts, "Nothing important."Too late, Célio has already approached him, "Did you go down my street and visit my worst neighbor? It's now that you're going to tell me.""Célio, I think it won't be good for a lot of people to know about this. It was a favor that Fábia asked for.""What did this bitch ask for?""She asked—" He interrupts himself again, "So, you see, you keep confusing me and get what you want from me!""So I’ll just tell you one thing, Cassio: when you start getting into trouble because of those favors of people who wouldn't even get along with us when we were kids, don't count on me! You're already an adult a

MONICA’S LIVING ROOMMonica opens the door and enters, tired of the trip she made to San Marcos John. She comes in with envelopes of letters in hand; she had looked at her mailbox. She collapses on the sofa and takes off his shoes carelessly. She takes a deep breath."How hard it’s to help the world..."She starts analyzing the mail. She passes and leaves aside what seems to be some bills. The latter made her more interested, the quality of the envelope was superior, and it had a timbre. Monica smiles and deduces that it’s from the publishing house where she sent her book. She settles on the sofa, excited, opens the envelope, takes the letter, and reads it avidly."Dear Monica Silva: We wrote this letter to inform you that we are very grateful for having sent your manuscript to the publisher, but at the moment, we are not interested in the publication of your—"Monica reacts shocked and disappointed, with the feeling of defeat and uselessness. Tears begin to well up in her eyes."I sen