Uma Loucura de Mulher

- Uma Loucura de Mulher - MAD ABOUT HER

GOVERNOR GERO

And yet again, I'm off to do what Gero wants.

Come on, Lúcia.

Why do you always go with what he wants instead of what you want?

Who'd thought that ballerina would end up like this.

When are you returning to the stage?

Lúcia?

- You haven't changed yet? - I just need to put on a dress.

All of the guests have arrived. Your husband is looking for you.

Then please go ahead and take care of Gero for me. I'll be there in five.

Fine.

- Don't take too long, okay? - I won't.

I can't do this.

Now you'll have to do it on your own.

Oh, nossiree. You're taking this all the way, like you promised.

You are crazy. Just crazy.

And to end my speech,

as I announce my nomination, I will say it again:

I have only accepted the honorable mission of running for governor

because...

Because I am sure of the support I will get from my team,

and of the trust of both old and new friends.

But most importantly, because I am sure

I shall always have the support of my dedicated and loving wife.

Lúcia!

Thank you all! Enjoy the party!

I thought you had given up.

This again?

Lúcia,

why are you wearing this? Purple is the color of our opponent!

- It's violet, Gero. - It's purple. Are you colorblind?

- Violet. The color of dusk. - Purple is the color of dusk.

Then the night goes pitch black.

- Is everything okay? - Going as expected.

That dress looks great on you.

Cheers!

Senator Waldomiro Miranda!

Hello.

What an honor.

I must say I am very grateful to you and your party.

Without your support, I would never be running for governor.

We are deeply moved that you gave up on your nomination for me.

We shall never forget such a generous deed.

Well, in politics, sometimes we have to do the unthinkable.

Lúcia!

Have you met my wife?

I hadn't had the pleasure.

- Good evening. - Enchanté.

Now I'm starting to think you have a chance at this election.

People love men who win in all aspects of life.

A lucky man.

- But let us talk about you, Lúcia. - Sure.

What are your interests?

Her main interest is being first lady. Isn't it, sweetie?

- I love dancing. - Oh, my daughter is a ballerina.

- Professionally? - Not sure. She lives with my first wife.

I'm on my fifth wife, so, you know.

But let's forget about me. Back to you.

I did use to be a ballerina.

And may I have a dance with that ballerina?

Oh, please, Mr. Miranda. My ballet days are long gone.

I stopped dancing after getting married.

But Lúcia wouldn't decline a request from you.

Come on, honey.

Mr. Fernandes, sir. Your blood pressure medicine.

Thank you.

Cleber, you have worked for the senator, right?

It was a part of my career.

Is he always such a "dancer"?

One does need good "balance" in politics.

Lúcia. Thank you for the dance.

Where did you learn to dance like that, Mr. Miranda?

I was a cultural attaché in Spain for three years. "The land of passion."

But I can surprise you in ways other than dancing.

You gotta see how I am in bed.

I can't believe you did this to me.

I'm the victim here.

The party was almost over. You could've humored him.

Gero! He disrespected me in my own house!

Even if he did have ulterior motives, what could he have done to you there?

- You should be on my side! - You should be on mine!

I should've imagined. I mean, when I saw you in that purple dress...

- Violet! - Were you trying to sabotage me?

What the hell?

It's in every newspaper.

You should probably make a statement addressing the incident.

- The press is calling nonstop. - Happy now? Now, what?

You could just say the truth.

Sorry, I forgot. You're a politician. You can't.

My loyalty impedes me from saying the truth.

I must be loyal to Mr. Miranda.

- You should be loyal to me! - Political loyalty!

You really are clueless about politics.

- I may have the solution. - Saying my wife is crazy?

- Exactly. - What?

We could say Mrs. Lúcia had a nervous breakdown and that we will intern her.

You'll love the psychiatric clinic.

We get her off the public eye, make people forget this,

and fall in the favor of some voters. Simple and effective.

Are you actually trying to put me in an asylum?

Don't think about it like that. See it as vacation.

Should I call the press?

Gero, sweetie.

It's me, Lúcia. Your wife.

Who you promised to love and cherish, remember?

You would never do that to me. Would you?

I have always sought to deal with personal matters with discretion.

But today, I feel obligated to inform you of a tragic reality of my life.

My wife, Lúcia, has been courageously struggling

with a severe psychiatric disorder.

Which is why I can assure you all

that she was not herself when she suddenly lost control

around our most respected guest, Senator Waldomiro Miranda.

Government.

- Is Mr. Fernandes home? - No, sir.

- Did he say we were coming? - No, sir.

We came for Mrs. Lúcia.

And for her well-being,

I have no other choice but to provide her

some time off in a wonderful clinic

so that she may recover.

He's calling me insane on national television!

- He's just thinking about your future. - He had no right to expose me like that!

Look on the bright side.

If he becomes governor, it'll be great for you.

I've gone through way too much because of his campaign!

Deep breaths! You're too stressed.

- When you come back from the spa... - It's not a spa, Dulce! It's an asylum!

What is it?

Mrs. Lúcia? There's an ambulance waiting for you.

- I am not going to an asylum! No way! - Of course not.

- Good morning. - Good morning, Mr. Cleber.

Could you wait just a minute? She's getting dressed.

Please, have a seat. I'll bring you some coffee.

Please.

Mr. Cleber, you can't go there yet! She's still getting dressed!

Take your bag.

Lúcia!

Lúcia?

Get in!

Dulce, can I stay at your place until I think of something?

Sure, but that'd be the first place Gero would look.

Yeah, you're right.

- I have to find a safe hiding spot. - Pretty hard to do, here in Brasília.

This place is minuscule.

Oh, I don't know...

I got it. Take me to the airport.

Where are you going?

There's a certain place I swore I'd never go back to.

Gero would never look there.

He monitors your credit card...

- I'll buy your ticket. - That'd be great.

I have some personal savings.

And where are you going?

Attention all passengers for Rio de Janeiro.

Our estimated time of arrival is 1 h45.

Have a safe flight.

FOR SALE

Hi! Excuse me.

Would you have something for me to clean this?

Sure.

- That bird got you good, huh? - Yeah. Thank you.

Do you have the keys for room 706?

Are you buying it?

Why is it so hard to sell it?

Many people come see it, but as soon they learn its inventory,

they give up.

Would you like to check it out regardless?

- I'd like to stay for a few days. - A few days? No can do.

You need a consent letter signed by the owner.

I am the owner.

You're Mr. Adolar's daughter?

- Keys, please? - Documents, please?

OI' Dodo talked about you all the time. Ms. Lúcia, right?

He was so kind to me. That man was just so generous.

It's thanks to him I have this job.

But it's so sad, you know? He died all alone.

I doubt my father was alone. He had women there all the time.

- Not true. You're exaggerating... - Keys, please!

You'll have to use the stairs. The elevator is out of service.

Unbelievable.

- Could you help me with these? - I'm just a doorman, ma'am.

I can't just leave my post, you know.

I tried talking to Mr. Miranda. He's still offended by the incident.

I can't believe he never heard of PMS.

We're doing all we can to save his reputation!

That story about your wife being crazy was too far-fetched.

And without his support, you have no chance.

I'll be straight with you: I'm revoking your nomination.

Please, Claudio, don't do this to me. Just give me one more chance.

Mr. Fernandes.

What if Lúcia apologizes?

Would a formal apology to the senator be satisfactory?

Edith, please call Senator Miranda's office.

It's a shot in the dark. He was very upset about the whole thing.

Yes? Put him in.

Mr. Miranda! How are you?

He's right next to me.

Yes, Lúcia.