BAKERY CASCAIS - DAYFábio enters the bakery and is amazed by what he sees: Monica prostrated in the chair, finishing crying, with Annie sitting next to her, comforting her and assuring her that she was not a bad friend for Carina. Jonas continues to serve customers, sometimes taking a look at both.Fábio approaches the two girls with concern, “Monica! What happened?”He kneels to her. Monica smiles slightly, touched by his concern, “It’s okay, Fábio. I was worse. I just remembered Carina and the worst step she’s going to take in her life.”“You are thinking about the lunch she has with the damn parents.”Annie explains, “It’s just that Monica is feeling guilty for not preventing Carina from going to that lunch.”Fábio caresses Monica’s hair, “My love, you tried, but Carina needs to make her decision. After all, everyone has to carry their load.”“She is going to suffer, Fábio. At least I asked her to keep an eye on the family. She could take advantage of the fact that she is going to
1998In the reign of Royal Hill, the sun shines in a cloudless sky, on another beautiful morning in the Rhodia River neighborhood. It’s a housing district for working-class families but non-slum, well-presentable, mostly quiet, and decent residents. We have the main square called Praça da Granja, the church, tree-lined and paved streets, houses with minimal fences or walls, buses traveling, and finally, the main avenue. This one is busier, with small and varied shops, and people traveling on the sidewalk. We have a facade of Cascais Bakery, Cor-de-Rosa Stationery Store, and Malthus Snack Bar.Near the snack bar, Monica Silva, 19, light-brown, serious, and responsible, dressed socially in a woolen coat, is walking hurriedly to the local.AT THE MALTHUS SNACK BARMonica enters and takes a look. The cafeteria is in normal activity. It’s a rectangular enclosure, with plastic tables, and a marble counter for cash and orders. Monica smiles, she likes the place. Aurélio Malthus, 42, is the ow
ON THE AVENUEMonica was mugged, just as the bus is approaching. She is both angry and indecisive. Célio makes up his mind and starts running. Cassio watches him. The bus stops.Cássio asks the driver, "Hey, driver, my friend was mugged! Can you wait a little while?"The driver nods negatively. Cassio laments to Monica with his hands.Suddenly, a police siren is heard. The two friends follow with their heads, a car runs after the thief. Monica reacts hopefully.Further on, Célio is overtaken by the vehicle. He stops running.Further on, the thief tries to escape the police vehicle, but it’s faster. As in an American detective film, it overtakes the thief and then brakes sideways, blocking the passage and the street. The thief tries to run towards the back.Two policemen each come out of a vehicle door and wield their weapons. Nearby residents react with fear.Carlos Roldão, 27, authoritative and tough, orders, "Freeze, little funny! Makeup is not too expensive to steal ladies' purses!"
GRANJA SQUARE - DAYCássio is kicking a soccer ball by himself. He trains to juggle, kicks into the goal, and celebrates alone. Without him noticing, behind him, Sandra, 18, his girlfriend, approaches him. She smiles at Cassio for having fun."Good morning, future national champion!"Cassio turns to her, "Sandra!"Cássio interrupts the move, approaches her, and the two kiss briefly. Sandra feels his stench."The worst part of it all is the olfactory result.""Ofal—, what?""Oh, dear, if you are not going to solve the hygiene issue, at least solve your studies. We aren’t going to perpetuate the idea that a soccer player is dumb.""I'm not a donkey, but what is 'perpetuate'?"Sandra holds out a laugh, "It's like, letting that legend that I told you perpetuate. Soccer players should have at least the basic education.""But, we have the basic education. It turns out that soccer is played with the ball and not with books.""Yeah, we have completed high school—"Cassio raises his hands to th
FRONT OF THE MONICA HOUSEAround our characters, workers are returning to their homes, and mothers are calling their children from the street to come back inside. Monica and Carina take a deep breath, not in the mood to see what Fabia Peres, 20, the classic dumb-blonde, but with a hot body wants. She has her arms crossed, huffing."What is it, Fábia?""I wanna know what the hell this garbage is doing here in front of my house!"Monica looks at the floor: garbage, paper, and magazines are scattered on the sidewalk of her house. Fábia is a neighbor of Monica's left.Monica is calm, somewhat mocking, "I'll explain, Fábia. This is not mine. It's yours.""But, how can you throw something like that in my face? Are you calling me a pig, are you?""Pig, no; maybe, inattentive? Our garbage truck goes on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. If you put the garbage on Sunday or Saturday, the dogs come and tear everything up; even more so in your case, since you don't have a high basket to stop them."
AT THE POLICE STATION - NIGHT Chief Carlos pins the thief on the wall; he wants to know if there is a gang forming in the neighborhood. There's tension and suspense. The thug starts to stutter and doesn’t look straight in the eye. "Y-you are going crazy, man! T-there are no gangs forming here, no. I did it on my own!" "What's your name?" "Uélton!" "Well, Uélton, I think I'm going to let you spend the night here to let you reflect on what you've done. If there's no one behind you, then you're just an inexperienced person. Think, reflect on what you want in your life." Uélton is almost crying, "Okay, "cop", it was my bad..." Carlos looks almost fraternally at Uélton; he could be his little brother. Carlos straightens up and leaves the cell, letting Uélton let out a sigh of relief. At the reception, Carlos walks slowly, going to his desk. It’s a small neighborhood police station, just for cases like these of minor importance. Some policemen are doing other things, answering the p
CARLOS'S LIVING ROOMCarlos is already bathed and wearing light clothes, a tank top, and shorts, sandals on his feet. He emerges from the kitchen with a beer can in his hands. Carlos is single; the house shows it by the furniture and the slight disorganization. Carlos sits on the couch and takes the remote to turn on the TV, but stops when he hears a woman's voice."Carlos? Can I come in?"Carlos leaves the remote and the can and goes to the door. She opens it and appears Miriam Abreu, 18, red-haired, helpful. She has a plastic bowl in her hands, indicating something to eat. Carlos smiles and lets her in."I brought it for you. It's my mother's recipe: iced coconut cake with lemon-flavored icing. I even scraped the peels to give them a green color.Carlos opens the pot and sees the generous piece."Thank you very much, Miriam. Do you want anything?""No, I came to see how you are doing. You know, Cassio told me that you prevented a thief from robbing Monica. Surprising.""Isn't that ri
MONICA’S LIVING ROOM - DAYNow Monica receives Annie. She is chewing on a bag of cookies, while Monica is satisfied with a cup of green tea. There is a cup for Annie on the coffee table. The two friends go on talking and eating —drinking at the same time."I didn't see you yesterday, my friend, after the incident. So, did everything do well?""If you are referring to me arriving at the publisher on time and delivering my manuscript, yes, of course, it worked. Now let's see if it will work out for me to be called by that phone and be informed that they are going to publish. And may they pay me at least R$ 2.00 per book.""Monica, this is very little! They will sell the book for at least R$ 20.00; why only two bucks for you?"Monica smiles smartly, "If I sell a million copies, I will earn TWO MILLION royalties, do you understand?"Annie chokes on the piece of cookie she chewed, "Yeah, I hadn't seen it from this perspective!""That's how you win in life, darling, thinking calmly and in th