PARIS, 2018.
Late afternoon.
Where is she?
Sir, she's in the room. I'm afraid to inform you that she's with the doctor now.
What happened?
She jumped into the Seine River.
What?
Two tourists pulled her out of the water.
In thought:
Poor Catarina, I knew she would take this news very, very badly...
At the bedroom door.
Doctor, what's wrong with her?
She's got a cold, fortunately that's all, but... she's suffered a very strong emotional shock. It's best for her to see a psychologist and a psychiatrist. It's quite likely she could fall into a deep depression if not properly treated.
I'm going in.
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In the bedroom.
Ângelo, is that you?
Yes, my dear, it's me.
How could something like this have happened? They were so happy when we came to Paris together. When they went to the Alps, I didn't suspect a thing.
Don't feel guilty about it, Catarina. How could we have predicted such a tragedy?
I'm so scared. The doctor gave me some pills. I think I'll sleep. Please, stay here with me...
TORONTO, 1999.
In the living room.
Caroline, Catarina doesn't want to be separated from Ângelo.
I spoke with the boy's father. He was very happy about my call. He seemed like a good man. He told me he was thrilled to hear the news that Catarina wants to maintain a relationship with Ângelo.
Victor, I've heard stories that this man isn't very trustworthy.
All those Wall Street men aren't very trustworthy, but for our children—both he and I—we're thinking of our children. What do you think of the idea, Caroline?
Look, Catarina would be very happy. And that pleases me greatly. My only concern is that Ângelo has indeed been a bad influence. That much I can assure you.
But we need to think about Catarina's future. If the boarding school in Bern didn't work out, it's better that she studies closer to us, with all the comforts that would bring her.
Honestly, I chose Bern so she could get her feet on the ground. I feel guilty that she's been so unwell.
Then, Caroline, let's do this for her, for our princess.
NEW JERSEY, 2003.
In the house.
Adão, I'm leaving you.
Great!
In thought: How did he become so heartless? Even if he's not his real son, he's still a beautiful baby who only wants love.
Stop crying, Virginia. Our marriage ended when you cheated on me with the neighbor.
You know that's a lie!
Well, it was the neighbor who told me.
He's just another drunk like you!
Hmph. So that's how you see me... To think I would've given the world for you once... If I'm a drunk, it's because of you.
In thought: Everything was always my fault to this bastard.
I'm only telling you one thing: don't come looking for us.
And what about that little kid of yours?
I'll figure it out.
Well, I'll be sitting here waiting for the day you come crawling back with nothing, begging for my help.
Then wait until the end of your life.
NEW YORK, 2003.
In the motel room.
Goddamn delicious.
I was fed up with screwing my secretaries.
And the deal?
Oh, right, the deal. The DNA test came back positive. I've grown fond of you. You deserve the money. It's a shame I won't see you for a while.
One night a year for sex. And a payment of two thousand dollars a month.
I could pull some strings and put an end to all this... You know, it's pretty little I get in return for this so-called contract.
Please, I'm begging you, don't do that!
I've changed so much... Maybe I'm reminiscing about the past, trying to lessen my karma, you know, back when I was still a good man. Until next year, Mrs. Dias.
In her thought.
yor karma is growing.
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