Most Beautiful Thing

"A woman must have something

beyond beauty.

A bit of sorrow.

A bit that cries.

A bit that feels longing.

The rhythm from a broken heart.

A beauty that comes from the sorrow of being a woman.''

A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

Here it is, ma'am.

This can’t be right.

I think you’ve taken me to the wrong address.

There's no mistake, ma'am. This is your hellhole.

Your Highness thought you were headed to Copacabana?

Dad? Did you send for me?

SÃO PAULO, ONE DAY BEFORE

You look so beautiful.

Is something wrong?

I wasn’t sure if we’d get any time alone tonight.

Oh, Dad. Thank you.

So you’ll write me. Every day.

Come on, Dad. Every day?

This isn’t how I imagined things,

our family split up.

You realize children are supposed to leave the nest,

don't you?

I just somehow got delayed... quite a bit.

It could be Pedro.

-Hello? -Hello.

Pedro, I can barely hear you!

-Maria, I'm not... -Hello?

-You should... -Pedro? Hello?

-Pedro! -Sorry...

Sorry.

Hello?

I'm Pedro's wife.

I haven’t seen Mr. Pedro in a while.

I thought maybe he went back to São Paulo.

Excuse me.

Thank you.

Go easy on that drink, Ligia.

At least one, to make this dinner seem fun.

We’re not here for fun. It’s business,

so please keep this pretty smile on your face.

Don’t I always?

Excuse me, darling, I'll be right back.

Thank you.

Thank you for making the trip.

We wouldn’t have missed it for the world.

I can still tell when you lie, Mrs. Ligia Soares.

Here I thought maybe you came for me.

-Would you have wanted me to? -Yes.

What I really want is an apology.

What I said--

I know exactly what you said. You were wrong.

That was a long time ago.

Can we just try to start over in Rio?

Look who's here.

-Ligia. -Mr. Ademar.

What a beautiful woman you've become. That little girl...

Always kind, sir.

Maria Luiza, I was just telling your father

we’ll take good care of you in Rio.

-I'm happy to hear that. -There’s so much going on now.

You couldn’t be opening the restaurant at a better time.

It’s true, the fashion, the music...

Have you been singing?

No... I quit.

What a shame.

Your voice always stops people in their tracks.

Pedro?

Pedro?

Hello?

Pedro called tonight. He... apologized,

he said he's busy getting the restaurant ready for the opening next week.

On Pedro's behalf, and mine as well,

you’re all invited to another dinner party,

only this time, it'll be to the sound of the ocean in Rio.

-That's better. -Great.

Oh, my God, Ademar is going to kill me.

My father pays you to take care of things! How could you not know about this?

I'm a lawyer, not your husband's nanny.

And the apartment, it's tossed. At least I think it’s our apartment.

Something has happened to him.

You have to notify the police, the mayor, the president, the Pope!

Okay. Slow down, Maria Luiza. Slow down, slow down...

Slow down. Let me tell you a bit of hard news.

-Go ahead. -Well, in my experience,

when a man suddenly vanishes,

it almost always has to do with another woman.

And there were rumors.

Well, we’re not paying you for your hypothesis.

You should talk to Ademar right away, tell him it happened all of a sudden.

Neither of us can--

No!

My father cannot know about any of this.

Okay then.

I understand you'll be paying my fee from now on?

You know what we're going to do

as soon as we get to Rio de Janeiro?

-What? -We're going to swim in the ocean!

Now close your eyes and picture the sea, try to hear it.

Do you hear the waves? Show me.

Mom, you changed your dress.

Your father didn't like the other one. Happy husband, happy life.

So that’s your secret to 30 years of marriage.

One of them.

Together forever

It was a lie.

"We're going to live in Rio" All of our dreams...

A lie... It was all a lie...

I love you very much. Pedro

Is there anyone home?

My goodness!

Are you crazy, trying to set the whole building on fire?

And sitting there hopeless isn’t going to fix a damn thing either.

Eat, ma'am.

You can trust my grandma's recipe.

You're welcome.

Thank you.

This is exactly why sometimes I think women are just better off alone.

You set a bunch of clothes on fire. Were they your husband's?

Clearly he did something unforgivable.

Do you live here?

Feels like I do. I work for a woman upstairs.

Lucky for me that snooty lady doesn’t like anything

older than two days in her fridge.

Now lucky for you. Eat.

Oh, my God, what am I going to tell my son?

I promised him we would all live here, together.

It's going to be okay, ma'am.

Children are resilient.

Sometimes more so than us.

Do you have children?

No.

We have...

a son.

God doesn’t ever give us more than we can handle.

Tomorrow will be a brand new day.

Now eat.

Thank you...

Adelia.

Thank you, Adelia.

I'm Maria Luiza.

Go ahead and say it, “I told you so.”

No. I won’t do that.

You can say it.

I told you that you couldn’t trust him and you were furious with me.

You didn't speak to me for years.

I feel so naive and stupid right now.

I don’t understand how...

Ligia, during the time Pedro was in Rio,

did you hear from him at all?

Do you have any idea where he might be?

I’m sorry, I don't...

Can I ask a favor of you?

Please don’t say anything to Augusto.

Not yet.

What are you going to tell everyone back in São Paulo?

The truth.

Maria Luiza, for God's sake, don't be so naïve.

What do you want me to do?

Tell them he's dead.

Are you insane, Ligia? I can't say something like that.

There’s less shame in that than the truth.

Kill him, pretend he's dead. Say any crap you want.

-Hello. -Hi.

You’re back from São Paulo!

Yes, it was just the one night, for a party.

This is an old friend Maria Luiza.

She’s... visiting Rio.

This is my sister-in-law Thereza.

Nice to meet you.

-Sorry, here we kiss twice. -One more.

You never mentioned you had a sister-in-law.

I didn’t? Well, she just moved here from Paris.

-Yes, just. Two years ago. -Has it been that long?

-You lived in Paris? -Yes. Have you ever been to?

-No. -Well, you should.

Honestly, I’ll take Rio's ocean and mountains over Paris any day.

-You're coming to Roberto's party tonight? -Of course.

-We're going to this small gathering-- -Nothing small about it.

-It's a boat party. -Who's Roberto?

He's a mutual friend, he owns a record label.

We leave the marina at 4 p.m. Why don't you come along?

No. Thank you for the invitation, but I have some loose ends to attend to,

and then I’m heading back to São Paulo.

-It was nice meeting you. -My pleasure.

-See you later. -At four o'clock.

-She seems great. -Yes, she’s amazing.

And there you go. So what’s wrong with her?

Nothing. She’s family. Of course I love her,

but we don’t get to choose our family, do we?

Right.

Why don’t you come tonight?

Maybe it will be good to get your mind off of things?

For old times' sake.

10 YEARS BEFORE

Quiet, Ligia.

Just a little more. I don’t want to get there all sweaty.

You're such a drag!