Bellini e a Esfinge

I don't know if they were
cause or consequence.

Maybe both.
At least they kept me awake
for nights in a row.

Useless attempts.
cemeteries, hospitals.
I seeked everywhere.
Then I finally saw the ad.
Dora Lobo's.
She thought it'd be easy,
but it wasn't.

For several months I went to the
agency for information. Every day.

To get rid of the client,
she offered me a job.

Did you find her?
Let's change the subject.
- Fatima.
- Bellini, won't you let me in?

I've come to settle
what you owe me.

I see, I'm sorry.
Don't feel sorry, I'm leaving.
Beatriz, it's not what you think.
I'm not thinking anything.
You don't owe me any explanation.

- My fiancé's waiting for me.
- Poor fella.

Not even married
and he's being cheated on!

- Listen, you bitch...
- Take it easy, Beatriz.

You know what?
Hope you have fun.