MONICA’S LIVING ROOM - DAYMonica is typing on the computer, producing more pages from her book, concentrating; until she looks to the side. She sees the novel purchased by Fábia Peres. Monica stops and reflects on what she will do. Knocks on the door make her wake up and stand up to answer.Monica opens the door and Annie enters anxiously, breathing badly."Monica! Something serious has happened, we have to do something!""Annie! What happened? Calm down, girl, let's sit down."Monica takes Annie to the sofa. She breathes deeply. Monica goes to the kitchen. Annie tries to calm down. Annie ends up seeing the book on Monica's desk. Monica returns with a cup of water."There—"Annie asked, "Monica, what is this? Are you drawing inspiration for your book like that, the naughty ones? Is that what your romance is about?""Hey girl, who do you take me for? Of course not! I found it in the garbage of Fábia: in the garbage that she insists on leaving near my door and at night, for the dogs to

RESIDENTS’ ASSOCIATION - DAYCélio and Cássio start responding to letters in the name of the mayor.Cássio is typing, angry, "Okay, I think even my dad bought a computer."Célio scoffs at him, "Who ordered your calligraphy to be a scribble? If you write in your usual way, nobody would believe that it belongs to Tito.""And they really aren't, we are doing ideological forgery.""And are you a communist to falsify Tito's ideology?"Célio laughs, but Cássio remains swinging.Célio stops laughing and asks in amazement, "You're going to tell me you didn't get the joke.""Was that a joke?" Cássio ignores it."Yeah, I have to fix the soccer field for you to practice; in politics, you have no future.""You boring..." An instant of silence, "Huh, what do you think of Ed's information?""I doubt very much that Seu Tito wants to divert funds to renovate the car while the police station barely has a computer to record events.""Ah, dude, I don't know. We don't know him very well.""I'm concerned a

MONICA’S LIVING ROOM - AFTERNOONFábio questions Monica about the origin of her books with the book that Fábia Peres threw away.Monica defends herself, "You know me, Fábio. I don't like these readings. My style is more Clarice Lispector..."Fabio still doesn't believe it, "So what the hell is this book doing on your desk? Besides the drafts? What did you intend? I came here to apologize for Monday's words, but —"Monica smiles, "Did you come to apologize?""Yes, but now I don't know if it's worth it.""Fábio, first of all, apologies accepted. Now, as I told you, this book is not mine. On the contrary, I was intending to show it to you."Fábio raises one of his eyebrows, "This muscular guy doesn't attract me much for reading..."Monica laughs, she’s calmer, "No, Fabinho, it's not for you to read. It's just that I found it in the garbage of Fábia Peres. She insists on leaving the bags ahead of time and I caught dogs wanting to rip the plastic bags. When I went to chase them away, one of

MONICA’S LIVING ROOM - DAYFábia Peres lies to Fábio, in the presence of Monica, that the book found in the trash is not hers. Monica gets outraged by the bolder one."How do you dare to lie like that?"Fábia addresses Fábio, "Honey, don't you realize that it's another trick of this bastard to separate us? I've never read this book in my life!"Fábio is analyzing the situation, "Calm down, Fábia. You first came here screaming like crazy, what is it?""I wanted to ask why this meddlesome put my trash in her basket!"Monica puts her hand on her forehead, "Is it possible? I had just told Fábio that you once again dumped the trash ahead of time."Fábia Peres is always stupid, "The truck passes today; I put it yesterday to anticipate.""It was the dogs' time to enjoy it! Luckily I was still awake writing the book when I saw their movement. At the same time, the dogs came and I put everything in my basket. Only the scumbag where this book was already torn, it was like that I found.""It does

CARINA’S STUDIO - NIGHTCarlos enters guided by Monica to Carina's studio. It would be the second bedroom in the house, but as Carina is alone, she made it her workplace. Several paintings and canvases of different sizes, several of them already painted were scattered around the corners. Slight smell of paint. Carina is sitting on a stool, smiling lightly, serenely, and inspired as the artists say. Carlos looks and captures everything that has been said, and then looks at her with respect.Carina asks gently, "Are you scared, cop?"He answers solemnly, "Respect. I'm in the territory of a professional. Carina... Your pictures are beautiful! Where did you study?""Royal Hill University, but I couldn't finish the course. I'm here raising my life, maybe I'll be back.""Come back, finish it. You're going far, dear.""I've been telling her several times, Carlos." Monica says, "Maybe in the future, she can teach other people."Carina agrees, "If they open an Arts workshop project for our neig