Maldivas (2022) s01e02 Episode Script

You think I don't watch CSI?

This wasn't just another day
at the Maldivas.

A dark smog hovered
over the peaceful condominium.

The residents were struck
by an unfamiliar feeling.

One that Liz knew all too well.


How on earth could something so terrible
happen at the Maldivas?
And how could Liz
lose her mother for a second time?
Ironically, as noted
by a neighbor of Patrícia Duque's
She used to say
that she wanted to be cremated.

Like I said, this wasn't
just another day at the Maldivas.

The residents were all grieving.

I'm devastated.

- I still can't believe it.

- Poor Patrícia.

I always figured she'd live long enough
to die of cirrhosis.

Wash it clean later, if you don't mind.

The ashes are full of remains.

What, guys? I'm being sensitive.

I mean, we were close,
but let's not go too far.

Come on, Milene.

You weren't that close to begin with.

Of course we were.

For God's sake, Milene.

Rayssa and I were
a lot closer to her than you were.

Don't even go there.

I introduced her to you.

But we spent time together.

Much more than you did.

Well, quality over quantity, Rayssa.

As usual between
the queens of the Maldivas,
everything always ends up turning
into a competition.

Okay, fine.

We were all equally close to Patrícia.

I have to get this.

Can I share the good news
with my guys?
What good news?
That our deal is on,
and our old manager is back.

The body's still warm, Captain.

So take it easy.

We'll have to pick up where we left off
once the dust has settled.

Hopefully, it won't take too long.

Your cut isn't the only thing
that depends on it.

Your well-being is on the line too.

My well-being?
I don't want anything bad
to happen to you.

But my crew is running out of patience.

I'll sort it out.
Don't worry.

Oh, I'm not worried.

But maybe you should be, sweetheart.

- Hi, Miguel.

- Do you realize what I've been through?
My phone died,
I didn't know anyone's number,
and the trucker who gave me a ride back
farted the whole way.

My mother, Miguel.

She died.

I don't know what to do, Miguel.

Take everything
as evidence, Sandro.

And keep an eye on it.

- This one's our priority.

- Got it, detective.

That's some diligence, huh?
I bet you want to fill
the police chief position.


I'm just doing my job.


Do you know what happened
in Patrícia's apartment yet?
I'm sorry, miss.

Uh, I can't talk about the case.

But it was an accident, right?
That's a lot of evidence.

The thing is,
I actually live on my own
in the same block.

If you think my life may be in jeopardy,
please don't keep me in the dark.

I could crash at my friend's place.

You don't have to talk.

If you think that
I should crash at my friend's place,
scratch your head, please.

As a wise man once said,
some itches won't go away
once you start scratching them.

If her mother hadn't died in an accident,
then who could've killed her?
And why?
Is this the last footage
we have of Patrícia's apartment?
The CCTV system
went down shortly after.

And how come?
We're unsure at this time.

It's under investigation.

Glória, you came!
Maldivas is above everything,
and God is above everyone.

Sound check.

One, two Testing.
What are you doing up there?
That's the manager's spot.

I know.

I'm the manager.

Are you serious?
I was elected deputy manager
on Patrícia's ticket.

When she died,
I automatically took over as manager.

- Automatically?
- Automatically.

It's in the bylaws.

You wrote them yourself, Milene, remember?

Order! Order!
- Good evening, y'all.

- Good evening.

So my very first act as the new manager
is to completely abolish useless meetings.

This one today included.

Have any one of you ever heard
about this brand new sensational tech
that's called email?
We can discuss it later if you want.

Via email.

Any questions?
Are the security cameras back on
by any chance?
Well, good one.
I don't have a clue.

They better be back on.

I won't be able to rest otherwise.

everyone here knows
you take Zolpidem.

Go ahead, shoot.

I think we should put together
a memorial for Patrícia.

Great idea, former manager.

Wow! Well done!
Plan it then.

And don't forget
to let me know when it's ready.

I think it should be up to the manager
to take care of it.

Any volunteers?
I can help.

What matters
is no one's going to take you from me.

You hear me?
Liz had arrived too late
to the Maldivas.

But after 18 years looking for her mother,
she had also come too far to give up now.

How did the meeting go?
- So, I was thinking
- No.

- You don't know what I was about to say.

- Okay.
What was it?
- Well, that maybe we could
- Honey.

I will not give you more liposuction.

Just one last time, I swear.

I will not touch you anymore, honey.

It had been some time
since Victor Hugo last touched Milene.

His hands were busy
with a different project
that only happened once.

Once in a locker room shower,
once on the stairs between
the seventh and the eighth floor,
once in the playroom
Did you get a boob job?
I did not.

You're squeezing a ball, stupid.

You are so perfect.

Well, you get the idea.

if you quit eating carbs altogether,
you won't need more lipo anyway.

What's so funny?
A meme I just got.

Hold on a sec, honey.

I'll send it to you.

"I swear I never had plastic surgery.
I don't get it.

The woman has done dozens of procedures,
but it doesn't matter
because her children give her away.

Maybe she just cheated on her husband
with an ugly guy.

Excuse me.

All right, I think now we can start.

I don't have much experience
with this, but
it's important
to have a portrait of her.

You're right.

Of course.

I have tons of pictures of her.

One sec.

Not with her boobs out.

Help me out.

Does she actually have to be sober in it?
It's better, yes.


Why not remember her for what she was?
I'll take a look.

What song is playing?
It's salsa.
Patrícia used to like it.

What about her family?
- Has anyone informed them yet?
- No.

She didn't have anyone.

Excuse me, but what are you looking for?
I need the condominium's checkbook
to pay for everything.

- What are you
- Enough!
Milene hid it somewhere to fuck with me.

I was 11 when my dad
The man I love and respected the most,
just decided to leave us
to go live with another woman.

My mom's a beautiful woman.

Beautiful on the inside.

As for the looks,
I can't let myself go like she did.

No, I won't.

I will achieve my goal.

I'll be perfect.

My husband will never leave me.

But every time he ignores me,
I max out his credit cards.

Things started to snowball.

I had to use money that wasn't mine,
and now I have to give it all back
before the truth comes out.

And the truth is I'm not perfect.


I feel so much better now.

I'm glad to hear, Mrs.
I'm afraid I can't give you a loan.

It won't be possible, unfortunately.

I just basically laid myself bare
in front of you.

And it's in the spirit
of maintaining our good relationship
that I must remind you
that you and your husband
have a joint bank account.

If you fail to pay the amount owing,
I'll have no other choice
but to notify him of your debt.

I got the autopsy report.

She was dead prior to the fire.

How much did you pay for this?
You love spoilers, don't you?
"Severe traumatic brain injury.
"Blunt force trauma.
Why on earth would anyone want her dead?
Seems personal.

Someone killed her and set the place
on fire to conceal the murder.

The issue is the murder weapon
has more fingerprints
than your local diner's counter.

Forensics found two sets of DNA
at the crime scene.

Both from women.

One is the victim's.

The other
we'll have to find out.

I really don't know what I'm doing here.

No offense,
but I think you should do your jobs
and look for an actual suspect.

It's a secret for nobody
that she
I think I know you from somewhere.

Well, I've got a common face.

- And aren't you the wife of
- Yes.
So what?
Why? It is a crime now?
The fact that you two fought
the night she died
is curious to say the least,
don't you think so?
Well, I guess you've never been
to a condo meeting before
'cause they rarely end
in hugs and rainbows.

How do they end?
In fire?
Do you recognize this object?
Is that the murder weapon?
Who would you say
was the closest to Patrícia?


Mortícia was the closest.

May we collect a DNA sample from you?
No way.

I came here to help,
not to be treated like a criminal.

Am I free to go?
Do you think I don't watch CSI?
We called you in
because some residents said
you were the closest to the victim.

I really was the closest.

The only one truly close.

Can you confirm it's her?
The zipper is stuck.

It is stuck.

You're gonna rip it.

- Uh, detective.

- You're going to rip it.

May I?
May we collect your DNA sample?
I didn't even know that I had this photo.

In your phone, yeah.

Are you okay?
I'm not.
Look at this party.

What's the matter, Milene?
Well, I can't.
It's too noisy.

Say it.

I'm losing control of everything.

Come on, Morticia is our new manager!
You know she won't be
for too long, right, Milene?
Yeah, but that's not all.

I'm having some problems.

Personal issues.

Victor Hugo's shirt has a
a lipstick stain that's not mine.

That's crazy.

He'd never cheat on me.

We're like still in
our honeymoon phase.

- Anyway, can I go?
- Yeah.

Aw, I'm loving this memorial!
What happened? Did someone die?

I'm all right.



As Patrícia's best friend,
and let's be honest about it,
the most relevant person here,
I would like to say a few words.

That bitch.
I need more wine.

Unlike most people around here,
Patrícia was truthful.

She had no mysteries or secrets.

In a world where people lie
to the faces of those they claim to love,
Patrícia remained honest.

Cheers to that, my friend.

She was such a great person,
and I miss her so much.

Ooh, just one more thing.

Patrícia always had the right advice
at the right times.

She was brave.

She demanded little from others,
but loved everyone.

- Whoo!
- So disrespectful.

She did have lots of lovers.

Maldivas will not be the same
without the presence
of that genuine woman.

My eternal friend.

Let's take a minute's silence
in honor of Patrícia.

- A whole fucking minute?
- It's a lot.

I'm turning it off.

Our condo was just robbed!
- What?
- Oh my God.

Calm down.
Calm down, everyone.

Please, don't panic.

It's fake news!
No! Everybody just stop!
Come on! Let's go!
That memorial
summed up Patrícia's life brilliantly.

and abruptly ended by fire.

You call it voodoo
My daddy calls it hoodoo ♪
What is it?
So tell me, who's going
to be held responsible for this?
- I want to know!
- Calm down.

We're gonna catch the thief.

It's all recorded.
Great security system.

By the way, have the cameras
been reinstalled, Verônica?
- That's absurd!
- I knew it!
It's not her fault.

Blame it on everyone who elected someone
that irresponsible and inexperienced.

Is everything okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.

I want to report a crime.

There was a robbery at Maldivas.

Are you in charge of it?

Unless someone died.

Nice to meet you.

Homicide Detective Denílson.


Person who had her car stolen.

- I'll file your report.

- What a luxury.

Have a Homicide Detective
file a boring report.

- Was the vehicle insured?
- Mm-hmm.

I need your insurance information
and registration.

It's all here.

I'll xerox it.
Be right back.

Oh, I didn't tell you, did I?
That was the murder weapon.

I like your boots.

Here it is.

We'll reach out if we locate the vehicle.

- "If"?
- "When," but most likely "if.

My card.

Call me if you need anything.

Pause my lips on your hands ♪
But Liz
wasn't the kind of person
who relied on strangers to help her.

No wasting moments ♪
Slow is the motion ♪
And there's no time to waste
I know it's my life ♪
Why did you never tell anyone
that you had a daughter?
Did you regret being a mother?
Who are you? Huh?
Is there a semblance of truth in any
of what you told your so-called friends?
Does anyone know your real name?
Or maybe it was all an act?
People change, Liz.

I had absolutely no idea
who I was 18 years ago.

I'm sure this will happen to you too.

No, I know who I am.
I'm not like you.

Really? In that case, why didn't
you tell those people who you are?
Because God forbid,
I don't want them to know what you did!
it's a matter of practice.

A couple more months
and you'll be hitting the heart.

You're welcome, by the way.

Pause my lips on your hands ♪
This is the key to the apartment,
and one to the trash can area.


Welcome to Maldivas!
This wasn't
just another day for Liz.

Away from home
and from everything she knew,
she no longer felt vulnerable.

Once on the inside,
Liz had a plan.

And it was the Maldivas' residents
who would be vulnerable to her.

I came out to play ♪
Open up my eyes ♪
This is just demented now ♪
To watch you deep
To see you move ♪
To sleep your night ♪
I'll hold you now
I'll hold you tight ♪
I mean, come on, child
That ain't so bright ♪
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