TORONTO, 2025
On the phone.
I found out why!
What are you talking about?
The reason the boy wasn't hired—what's his name again... wait, just a minute. I
n his thoughts. Here comes another one.
Felipe!
That's nonsense, Catarina. He had no experience whatsoever; he wouldn't be suitable for the company.
But there's something more to it.
If there's something more, it must be your little boyfriend's invention.
Don't talk about him like that. He's much better than all these years of being married to you.
Have you forgotten it's just a façade?
Every time I'm with him, I'm reminded of that stupidity.
Fine, what do you want now?
You already knew him. That was a long time ago.
You were his professor in college.
I was very young; it was before I started working for you.
Yes, but why did you hide his files in our system?
Because...
TORONTO, 1998
In the elevator.
Everything will be fine, don't worry about it.
In her eyes.
Mom, I love you.
In the room.
Finally, my little one and his egghead mother.
Hello, Aristóteles. I know why you called us back, but it didn't have to be in such a horrible way. Our son had started making friends.
As if he needed friends!
He's more my son!
I decide! Anyway, you're both going back home, and Ângelo will study here from now on.
I want to go back to Bern!
You're not going back. I decide, you misbehaved child! That school is only for the world's elite, and you embarrass me in front of all my friends' parents. What will they think of me! It's bad enough with your mother and that rag on her head.
Don't talk about my mom!
I'll talk as much as I want.
Please, Ângelo.
Listen to your mother; she knows her place.
In his thoughts.
Damned old man.
BERN, 1998
At school.
Mom, I don't have any friends at this school. Please, I'm begging you: get me out of here.
In her father's arms.
I don't want to be away from you, never, ever.
The principal and the teacher told us. You didn't act right, my love, and that friend of yours, Ângelo, put that idea in your head...
No! Mom, Dad, Ângelo may have had the idea, but it was because of that idea that he and I became best friends. He doesn't have anyone here, just like me.
But, Catarina, either way, it's wrong.
Please, get me out of here. Dad, please, you understand me?
I understand, my little princess. Daddy will figure it out.
Victor, don't be irresponsible.
The performance was the end of the school year; she's on vacation, darling.
Alright, we'll decide when we get home.
TORONTO, 2025
On the phone.
Catarina, I just left the spa. I'll call you when I get home.
Okay! But I know very well this is just another excuse of yours... Like it always is when you "start getting attached to someone," I mean, your obs
—Alright, Catarina! I get it! BEEP. BEEP. BEEP...
In the car.
Why this now?
NEW YORK, 1987
In the delivery room.
Leandra, my darling. Please, don't go. Don't go...
Aristóteles, my love, take care of our baby. I love you forever... Darling...
No, no!
Goodb... bye. I
n the same room.
I'm afraid to inform you, but your son was stillborn.
In his wide, dry, disappointed eyes...
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In the office.
Sir, here's your water.
At the desk, with her back to him.
Slap!
Nice little perky behind.
Please, sir, don't do that.
I'm exhausted. Want me to take you home?
Sir, our relationship is strictly professional.
If you want it that way, fine, but I'm right here anyway... What's your name again? I've had so many secretaries.
My name is Catarina, sir.
Very well, Catarina, get me more water.
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