Desperate Lies (2024) s01e11 Episode Script

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The system wants punishment,
but doesn't know how to forgive.
Accepts evil,
but does not tolerate the truth.
The journey is tough
and must be faced with faith
and with your head held high.
Our brother Tomás is a great lawyer.
And he is a man who has lost himself,
and found himself,
like me and like each one of you here.
We are all equal.
We are all looking for redemption.
Tomás, take the floor, sir.
In the world of lies,
there's no forgiveness.
In the world of lies,
there's no punishment.
There is only oblivion.
And those of us who are stuck in here,
are the forgotten ones.
We are the humiliated ones.
And the only thing
that can give us our lives back
is the truth.
Long live the truth.
Long live the truth.
-No more lies.
-Enough.
Some don't accept themselves,
others prefer to forget
why they ended up here.
What I say is
be tolerant,
because you have to accept.
Because the truth is greater
than forgiveness.
The truth is greater than the punishment.
Are you all committed to the truth?
-Yes, brother. We all are.
-We are.
-Long live the truth.
-Long live the truth.
I'm not innocent.
I'm not guilty.
I am chosen
for a journey of transformation.
That's right.
Yes, I killed a man.
I killed a man.
It turns out that revealing my reasons,
my truth, to the world
is my salvation.
-That's right.
-Agreed.
That's it.
Who here has the courage to repeat it?
I am not ashamed.
I am not ashamed.
I don't regret it.
I don't regret it.
I am what I am.
I am what I am.
-Amen.
-Praise the Lord!
Praise the Lord.
-Only the brave ones speak the truth.
-Amen, Lord.
Hi, sir.
Your father brought this, right?
I found it on the visitation room floor.
Is this your son?
It's none of your business.
Yeah, I have a son too.
Once I've paid my dues,
I'll meet my son again.
You'll meet yours too.
Shut up!
-Easy, sir.
-Mind your own business, do you hear me?
DESPERATE LIES
-Coffee.
-Yay.
-Here.
-Thank you.
Sometimes the boys ask me
why their dad was arrested.
What should I say?
"Your father was arrested
because Oscar threatened to reveal
that he was the father of one of you."
I can't do that.
I'm gonna lie until the end,
and that's it.
These things are perceptible, Liana.
The boys will realize
that something is wrong.
Tomás not accepting your visit
doesn't help either.
I feel such sorrow.
Such distance.
Does my marriage still exist?
Well, you'll find out very soon.
What do you mean?
Tomás is getting released soon.
Liana?
Dad filed an application with a request
for remission of his sentence.
I didn't know that.
Tomás didn't say that in his last letter.
Why didn't he tell me?
I don't know.
Maybe he's waiting
for the judge to authorize it,
waiting for it to be certain.
I don't know.
I'm sorry, Liana.
Speak to the Public Defender's Office.
You're already entitled to your benefit.
But first, they'll have
to put your study program in here.
They'll also have to put
your behavior report card, okay?
After that, they'll file the application.
But it will work out, okay?
Here.
Studies and behavior.
Talk to them. Good luck.
Your visitor is here.
I'm not waiting for anyone.
It's your wife.
He's not coming to see me? He said that?
Yes. He's not coming.
Sir.
Can I write him a note?
Would you give it to him?
-Okay.
-I'll be quick.
Tomás, what do you want from me?
To punish me? To castigate me?
I know that words written
on a piece of paper
won't bring us any closer.
There is a gap between us,
and you want to make it even greater.
I don't understand your behavior.
Your sister told me
that you're going to be released.
Why didn't you tell me
such important news?
Something that makes me so happy?
The boys miss you so much.
Can I tell them you'll be released soon?
Write me back, Tomás. Answer me.
Don't walk away from me,
from our children, from our family.
Who doesn't know how to ride a bike?
-Júlia.
-I'm scared.
-You can't ride a bike?
-I'm gonna teach you.
-I doubt it.
-I'm telling you.
Didn't I teach you, Marcos?
He taught me.
I think it has to be a team effort.
I'm gonna jump.
Come on!
Oh, boy.
-Stop.
-Stop.
Stop!
I'll sign up for the Slam workshop.
-Really?
-I've made up my mind.
That's so cool.
I'm just a bit nervous
about speaking in public, you know?
I don't want to stutter.
Dude, you just have to relax,
let it flow, you know?
And if you want,
we could rehearse together one day.
Now we're talking.
Now we're talking?
Stop, Robson. You're so annoying.
Stop.
Why is your brother so quiet?
Oh, he doesn't like coming here.
Neither do I.
Hey.
Come on in. The water is nice.
Not right now.
I'll get in later, really.
-I'm cold.
-Are you scared, Marcos?
Of cold water?
Fuck you, Robson.
What happened the day he drowned?
We were with our dad.
He was going in the water.
-Hey! I'll help you.
-It was our first time here.
His foot got stuck,
and he was underwater for a while.
On three.
One
two,
three, go!
But that was a long time ago.
I don't remember much.
I see.
Fuck!
-I'm just gonna scare him a bit.
-Don't do that. Stop!
-This is not funny!
-The water is cold!
Stop! Help!
-It's just a joke.
-Mateus!
-Stop!
-What the heck?
Marcos!
Dad, Marcos is drowning!
-Marcos!
-Dad, help! Help him!
Marcos!
What the fuck? Are you fucking nuts?
-Easy, Marcos!
-Stop!
What's your problem?
What's wrong with you?
Can't you take a joke?
Have you lost your mind?
-Calm down.
-You son of a bitch.
Leave!
-Are you going to defend these losers?
-Come on.
-Shut up, Robson!
-Relax, Marcos. It's okay.
Where's your dad?
Is he in China, India,
or somewhere else in the world?
-Don't talk about my dad!
-You two are freaks!
-Leave.
-Get out of here, dude.
Let's go.
Are you okay, man?
Hey.
Are you okay?
Fuck.
Come on, let's go for a swim.
It's shiny, huh?
I know, it reflects everything.
It looks like an owl or a bat.
-An owl?
-I don't know.
So, Mateus? Are you giving up?
Are you gonna give up, man?
In for a penny, in for a pound.
Wait, there's no penny or pounds involved.
-Come on, read it.
-Come on, dude.
-You really want me to read it?
-Come on, Mateus.
No, wait.
Stand up, you can't be sitting down.
-Stand up.
-Really?
You can't be sitting down, Mateus.
And speak up.
Come on, dude.
What's this new vibe, out of the blue
That suddenly showed up
Kind of enchanted too
It arrived just like that
With no prior cue
She introduced me to all this fantasy
She even made me do poetry
Who would've thought?
She's the queen of the scene
I'm just an apprentice
Who's gonna contradict me?
Chasing the rhyme
In this philosophy vibe
I want to experience this euphoria
Because only she can make me sublime
Wow! You killed it.
-That's so cute.
-I liked it.
So? Did you like it?
I did.
Really? For real?
I did, but I think
it's a little cliché, you know?
But I liked it. And you'll get better.
But I meant everything I said.
Still, it needs some poise, you know?
SUCCESSFUL LAWYER KILLS
BUSINESSMAN IN RIO DE JANEIRO
CONVICTED OF MURDER
Excuse me, Dante.
Robson, you're ten minutes late,
but I don't even want to know why. Get in.
Thank you.
Well
-Jeez.
-I wouldn't let it slide.
Listen up, the rhyme battle
is a contemporary expression.
A different way of writing poetry,
and it can help everyone here
choose a path.
What happens is, when you write poetry,
that's it.
You're gonna have to ask yourself,
"Who am I? What do I want?"
"What do I desire? Where do I go?"
This can be very cool and fun.
For example, who here already knows
what they want to do?
Pâmela, tell me.
I plan to study business
to continue with my parents' company.
-Such a good daughter.
-See? Look at Pâmela.
Pâmela is doing something very useful.
Her family thanks her.
Marcos, go.
I want to go to Law school.
I want to be a lawyer like my dad.
-Cool.
-Hey, teacher.
That's perfect.
Marcos has to be a lawyer.
Someone has to get his father out of jail.
-What are you saying?
-Here.
Look, their daddy is famous.
the murder of the businessman
I sent it to everyone.
-The father of the poor twins
-What the fuck, dude?
-Have you lost it?
-Stop.
-I'm gonna end you.
-With a punch or a bullet like daddy?
-Are you crazy?
-Shut up, you piece of shit.
Stop! Quiet!
-Are you crazy?
-Marcos, stop!
Robson, stop! Quiet!
-Fuck you!
-It runs in the family.
-Fuck you.
-What the heck, Marcos?
Please!
Look, so everybody can see the truth.
The guy is in jail.
Where did you find this?
-Online. It's everywhere.
-How do you know it's true?
-It was in the paper.
-Dante will do something.
-Record it.
-So will the school.
Robson is an asshole, dude.
What is this?
FATHER OF TWINS
Who did this shit?
-I'm sure it was that asshole Robson.
-Son of a bitch.
Here's the question, if your dad
is a murderer, are you a murderer too?
-Marcos! Don't do it!
-What's your deal, dude?
No! Stop!
Marcos, stop!
-Come here! Stop!
-Fuck! Are you crazy?
Come here! Stop!
Are you crazy? Stop!
-What's happening?
-Stop.
What's happening? Are you crazy?
Are you okay, Robson?
I can't believe this. What was that?
This cannot happen anywhere,
under any circumstances.
Especially here, at a school.
Are you okay, Robson?
We don't tolerate violence at this school.
Your son almost broke
his classmate's nose.
He could be expelled.
-I hit him too.
-What? Are you crazy?
-What are you saying?
-Stop, you two.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Ieda,
it won't happen again.
But what's gonna happen to them?
They'll have a second chance.
They'll be suspended.
But you have to cooperate and behave.
Do you understand?
TEACHER'S LOUNGE
Thank you, Mrs. Ieda.
Bye, Liana.
Robson.
Come in.
Do you know what happened?
That got them suspended?
This school sucks.
Robson started it. He provoked us.
You shouldn't have hit him.
You lost all moral grounds by hitting him.
Where are your backpacks?
With Júlia.
Go get them.
Yeah, it's hard to stay calm
with so much provocation.
I feel like a terrible mother.
Like I can't raise my own sons.
But they are not like that.
They are not violent.
Their dad
What happened was an accident.
He's not a criminal.
Please, you don't have to explain.
It's just that people
always react like that.
Always the worst reaction.
They were only ten when it happened.
Kids can be cruel.
I was also very worried
about Ana after the accident.
You know,
afraid that she would be rejected.
Yeah, we always try to protect them.
Yeah, but we can't protect our children
from everything.
They need to learn to deal with reality.
And they'll be able to.
They carry their history
with their heads held high.
They'll learn.
But I know it won't be easy.
But if you need anything,
you can count on me.
Thank you.
No worries.
Bye.
Bye.
Did you tell them anything?
FAMILY OF CRIMINALS
Guys, come here.
You too.
Everybody, come here.
You too. Come here.
Mateus, Marcos. Come here.
That's right. Open the circle.
Now we'll each pick up a stone.
Here in the bag. Pick up a stone.
Come on, get a stone. Grab it.
Anyone else?
Very well.
I want to talk to you guys
about what it means to make mistakes.
Does anyone here know
what it means to make mistakes?
Anyone?
Well
I think that
I think that I know.
Making mistakes is more than failing.
Making mistakes means going down a path
without knowing exactly
where it will take us.
And without making a mistake,
we won't go very far,
and there will always be a
a stone in front of us.
In the way.
Stones this size and others much bigger.
But honestly, it doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter how big the stone is.
When you stumble,
what really matters is the fall.
The size of the fall.
And even worse than the fall, Pâmela, is
is to be judged and punished
for having fallen.
Back in the day,
people were tried
in public squares, Robson.
They were thrown there.
And if anyone thought they were guilty,
they just threw a stone.
Kind of what happens online, right, Júlia?
But
not in our class.
Not in our class.
We can't, guys.
We can't throw stones
at others every time someone
Especially mistakes made by their parents.
I
I, Dante, your teacher, I
I made a mistake.
I
I made a mistake. A big mistake.
A big mistake with my daughter.
If anyone here thinks I shouldn't go on,
that I shouldn't continue
that's okay.
You can throw the first stone.
Listen up,
I'm not lying about Dad anymore.
-I think we should change schools.
-Again?
Fuck other people, man.
It doesn't matter what they think.
Fuck them. You're right.
I don't give a shit about them.
I'm not gonna lie about Dad anymore.
I'm not gonna hide anymore. Enough.
Agreed, Mom?
Agreed.
It's the three of us forever, okay?
Whatever happens.
Except we are missing Dad, right?
-Sílvia.
-Hi, babe.
Hi!
Are you hungry?
Inácio will be home soon too.
No, not yet.
I want to tell you something.
What?
I'm leaving Antares.
Why?
Oh, I want to change things up.
I'm tired of being
the medical center's director.
I've been doing
the same thing for too long.
Sílvia, I want to do my research,
do some consulting.
I don't want to spend my life
working for others, Sílvia.
-Okay.
-Hey, what's with the face?
Nothing.
Hey, it's gonna be okay.
Who knows, maybe I can do a postdoctoral.
It will be good. Trust me.
Let me finish the salad.
Okay, I'm gonna set the table, then.
Great.
We need a bigger bed.
A double bed.
Here, Inácio?
There's no room.
You know what I was thinking?
That it was good living here all this time
with Sílvia and Vicente,
but I think now it's time to
live our lives.
And what do you mean by "live our lives"?
Have our own place
so we can have more freedom.
We could set up your studio.
Let's rent an apartment.
-Beatriz is full of ideas.
-Our apartment. Come on!
Look at her.
Mrs. Sílvia won't like that at all.
Inácio, I think it will be good
for Sílvia and Vicente, you know?
I think they'll like it.
The lovebirds are home, I didn't know.
We are starving.
Come have dinner.
The food is hot. Just get plates.
Sit down, I'll get the plates.
Is it a chicken pancake?
Try it, Bia. It's delicious.
Oh, I've stopped eating meat.
Yeah.
But that's okay. Can I make myself an egg?
-Of course you can.
-Okay.
I'll help you.
-I'll make you a special omelet.
-Okay, then.
But when we have our own home,
we'll have to negotiate the menu.
Did you say "our own home"?
He said "our own home." Did you hear?
-That's life, Sílvia.
-What?
Get used to it.
Is he talking about another home
that's not this one?
What kind of omelet?
-Have you been there long?
-Not really.
I'm tidying it up.
You never go through Dad's things.
Is he coming back?
He has to come back at some point.
I'm putting it outside to get some air,
some sun, get rid of some of this mildew.
We don't even know if he'll fit
in these clothes when he comes back.
Good night, Mom.
Good night.
Have you talked to Pâmela?
No.
She changed after she found out
Dad killed a guy.
She doesn't even text me back.
Completely different from Júlia.
But that's it.
Júlia is nice, right?
She is.
But she's already taken.
By a dude called Mateus, you know?
A lucky guy.
Stop, dude.
I'm lucky to have a brother like you.
Mateus.
Do you remember when we turned ten?
Why are you bringing this up now?
I don't know, man.
Oscar showed up, Dad fought him.
Then all that mess happened,
and he died.
So what, dude? Forget that shit.
How can I forget?
We've looked on every news site,
nothing comes up, man.
Why did dad kill Oscar?
Here's what you do.
Wait for him to get out of jail,
and then you ask him.
But sit tight. It's going to take a while.
Mom always says he was a criminal.
She always says that.
Why did he What did he do, man?
He fucked up.
Of course he fucked up, Mateus.
The guy was murdered, at our house.
Mom never talked to us about that.
Aren't you interested?
Do you know what I'm interested in?
My life. My life and yours.
Forget this shit. Let's go to sleep.
Good night.
Good night.
We're going to try
to put the pegs on this wire.
We're gonna try to attach them.
Shall we try?
-Okay.
-Let's see if you can do it.
-Can I turn it to the side?
-Sure.
Okay.
Hold on tight, Ana Vitória.
Easy. That's right.
I want to be an illustrator.
You'll be able to draw.
Do you trust me?
I do.
Congratulations.
POST OFFICE
Liana?
Do you remember us?
Hi, Sérgio.
How are you, Betina?
What about you? How are you?
I'm good.
You still teach?
Yeah. Early childhood education
and volunteer work.
Nice.
It's good to see you.
-I better go.
-No!
And how is Marcos doing?
-He's good.
-He's 17, right?
Seventeen.
He's good. Mateus is good too.
I'll never forget the last time we met.
Me neither, Betina.
I really have to go.
I have an appointment.
No, wait.
Let's grab some coffee.
We have history, don't we?
Perhaps another day, huh?
We still live nearby.
We have her phone number.
We'll go another day, okay?
Who knows?
Okay.
Let's grab some coffee.
When you took Marcos away,
I was in terrible shape.
We got ready, we tidied the whole house.
Suddenly, life lost its meaning.
Everything felt pointless to me.
Yeah.
It was very hard for us, Liana.
I couldn't do it.
I understand.
He's your son.
But you promised me.
You gave me your word.
And I want to know how he's doing.
Do you have a picture of him?
No, I don't.
You don't have a photo of your son
on your phone?
Tina, that's okay. It's a delicate matter.
She wants to forget. It's okay, let it go.
I always wondered
how it would be when we met again,
because I wanted to tell you
that now I'm a mother too.
Forgive me.
Forgive me for all the emotion,
all the suffering I caused you.
Everything is okay now, right?
It's over.
I want to see Marcos.
-Tina.
-No, Betina. I don't
I respect your feelings about my son.
But I can't.
I can't. I don't want us to be involved.
I wish you and your family
a lot of happiness.
I wish you happiness too, Liana.
Hi, Liana.
Liana?
-Are you okay?
-No.
I'm not okay.
I'm afraid I'm not a good mother.
My greatest fear is not being able
to protect my children
from pain and suffering.
I think about it all the time.
I'm always insecure.
I made wrong decisions
trying to get it right,
but now I don't know what to do.
I saw you there.
-Where?
-In the courtyard.
While I was talking to the students.
I really liked what you said.
Yeah, and I was telling the truth
when I said that I made a mistake.
You can't compare our mistakes, Dante.
Of course. That may be, but I don't want
to compare anything, Liana. Really.
I'm just saying that you're not alone.
We can talk about our mistakes
and help each other.
I can't talk about it.
It's too painful for me.
-Of course.
-It involves other people.
But you can tell me about yourself,
if you want.
Okay.
When my daughter fell and cut herself,
I felt responsible for what happened,
for the accident.
You know, I only thought about myself,
my things,
the master's degree I wanted to do.
That's all I thought about.
After the accident, I
I felt so bad, so
that I dropped out of college.
It was a very dark time.
You know,
I could have avoided what happened.
If I had paid attention to Ana Vitória.
"If"?
-That "if" changes everything.
-Yeah.
I also think about how my story
would've been different "if"
But we have to move forward.
My daughter and I, we moved forward.
Because nothing changes what happened and
Wondering "if"
it's useless.
No, Dante. I don't want to.
I'm sorry.
-I'm sorry.
-I'm sorry.
It wasn't my intention.
Tomás is getting released.
I need to understand what's going on.
Yes.
I want to figure things out with him.
Tomás, this is the second letter
I've written you,
and you haven't responded.
Your silence makes me insecure.
I can't stand it any longer.
Are you getting released?
Tell me.
Our sons want to know,
and I want our family back.
-Good, here. Great.
-Good job.
Great.
-Great.
-I can't believe you made it.
High five. Good job.
-How many points did you score?
-A thousand.
-A thousand? Shall we check?
-I agree, it was a thousand.
-Come on.
-Slowly. Good job.
Let's count your points.
-Come on.
-Here.
So? Who's gonna start?
Each is worth ten points. Remember?
Ten.
-See you next week? In 15 days?
-Sure.
-Okay.
-Bye.
Congratulations, honey.
-Bye.
-See you next time.
-Okay. Bye.
-Bye.
-Bye.
-Don't forget your exercises.
Okay.
Wow, Liana, it's exciting
seeing you with your patients.
You'll also make an excellent therapist,
if you choose to be.
I hope so. I'm more and more sure of it.
That's great.
That's what cheers me up,
gives me joy to live.
I don't know
what I'd be without these children.
And it must've been tough raising
the boys with their father in prison.
Wow, I'm sorry, Liana. My bad.
-I shouldn't have said that.
-No, that's okay.
You're right. It was hard.
Very.
But I think I did a good job
with the boys, right?
I have no doubt about that.
Sometimes there's an
An anguish, a sadness.
But I try not to complain.
But being sad is not complaining.
I also have my
My anxieties, my regrets.
Really?
What is it?
Well
You don't have to tell me.
-It's okay.
-No, it's
I was really screwed over
by this asshole boy.
Then I closed myself off.
Don't do that, Júlia.
Don't let that get in the way.
We make mistakes,
we fall, and we get up, right?
-It's like Dante said.
-Yeah.
That's it.
And when you find
You'll find
a nice, cool guy that you like.
You too.
-Me?
-Yeah.
I already have too many lives to manage.
What's up?
There they are.
What's up, guys?
Okay, she's free.
Let's go for a walk?
-Let's go.
-Let's go, Júlia?
-Mom, we'll be right back.
-Bye, Mom.
Kisses.
-Bye, Liana. See you soon.
-See you soon.
-Let's go.
-Let's go. So?
I wanted to tell you earlier
about our dad,
but I was afraid of what you'd think.
No worries.
Like Pâmela, right?
Pâmela is fickle, okay?
Neither Marcos nor I know
what really happened.
It's kind of a forbidden subject
at home, you know?
But your mom is super nice, you know?
I feel very comfortable around her.
-Really?
-Really?
It feels like there's a wall
between us and Liana.
She's very closed off.
Right, Marcos?
Right.
-Yeah.
-I get it.
I'm gonna go grab a beer. Want some?
-I do.
-Get some for us.
Two?
-Sure.
-Okay.
Hey, I want to talk to you.
I want to talk to you too.
You go first.
It's just that
I feel very comfortable around you,
but it seems that, I don't know,
every time I get close, you move away.
Man, I mean
I'm a bit scared, you know?
I had a relationship with a guy
who wasn't very nice,
and he was kind of a jerk, you know?
But I'm not.
Trust me.
I think we can take it slow.
I like you. Do you believe me?
-Here.
-Great.
Yay!
Marcos?
Mateus?
It's me.