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THIS MOVIE CONTAINS STRONG SCENES OF VIOLENCE.
THIS IS AN AUDIOVISUAL WORK BASED ON A TRUE STORY.
SÃO PAULO, BRAZIL, 1998
Hey, asshole!
THE PARK MANIAC
What do you think?
You'll get fired, Elena.
-Wish me luck. -Good luck, then.
Thanks.
Mauro, done with Finances?
That was my scoop. You're fucking me.
-It's "fucking me over." -Fuck you, Zico.
Enough, you two.
Vicente?
-Not now. We're on a deadline. -You wanted to see the story.
This meeting is never-ending.
-Stop thinking about it. -Shit, it's not the first time.
It's always been like this, as if you don't know.
It's good. It's very good.
Vicente?
It's not impactful enough. Got it?
We'll talk later. Let me finish it up here.
Thanks.
Let's start, guys. How is it...
You were hard on the girl.
Why isn't it impactful enough?
A husband ran over his own wife.
He ran her over and killed her.
-Not impactful? -Yeah.
Go ahead. Read it. Tell me what you think.
Oh, God... Okay, let's do it.
Good.
All good.
-I think it's good. -Done. There you go.
Perspectives, Elena. Perspectives are crucial in journalism.
A story with an angle.
You didn't ask the most important question.
It isn't here. What is it?
No? Ask the old man. Listen to the voice of experience.
-"Old man" my ass. -Yeah, old man.
What did she do to be run over by her husband?
Got it?
-I don't agree. -We'll talk later. Thanks.
Let's get back to it.
So, the Brazil and Denmark match. Who's out, who's in?
Is Bebeto in the lineup?
So, how was it?
Shit, I told you, but you never listen to me, Elena.
How long will you keep arm wrestling them?
They're downsizing, firing a bunch of people.
Is that the life you want?
Hi, kids.
Elena, right?
Look, Elena, I really liked your story.
Just a few adjustments...
If you want to become my assistant, we can share the byline.
You got talent.
But you're green.
Should we talk later?
-Hi, assistant. -Assistant, my ass!
Nutjob.
Good morning.
For Jordânia.
Good afternoon, ma'am.
Hello, everyone!
Come here, Chico.
-Come here. -What's up?
Hey, guys, goal achieved one week in advance.
Were you dragging your feet? Were you slacking off on deliveries?
Here is a model employee.
Francisco.
-A round of applause. -No need...
Congratulations.
Get up on your deliveries. Let's go!
Stop shining this up. Are you taking this carburetor on a date?
Let's get going!
Hello?
I'm the Scatman
Thanks, boss.
-Thank you. -Come on, get back to work.
Hello, Brazil!
God be with you.
Elena?
-How are you? -I didn't hear you coming in.
Is everything okay? Are you well?
I've set aside some of Dad's things that I think you might want.
Look at that!
Right?
I think he'd like you to have it.
Okay, let me look around. I'll check it all out.
I'll get going.
Already? Won't you look through it all?
No, I forgot I have an important appointment.
-Elena, wait. -Martha, I don't anything of his.
He ignored me my whole life. Can't I do the same?
He didn't ignore you.
He was your father, too.
Okay?
Sorry.
JULY 3RD, 1998
Can I talk to you for a minute?
-Sorry, not today. -It's about work.
Okay.
I work for a cosmetics company.
We're scheduling a photoshoot nearby.
Because of today's match, the model didn't show up.
The team is all there, we're losing light,
and you're the same height as her.
Will you help me?
I don't get it. What do you want me to do?
Pose for photos.
-My pictures? -Yes.
No way. I've never done this. I don't think it will work.
Done what?
-Modelling, posing for photos. -Yes.
-Sorry, I can't help you. -I didn't explain myself.
It's a photoshoot for the August catalog.
They're paying, okay? The model would make 1,500 reais.
I'll take 150 as my commission.
The agency could send someone else.
But it'll be dark soon, and the team is waiting.
Could you help me?
Will I have to rollerblade?
No, that's my hobby. I ride around at Ibirapuera Park.
Cool.
I'll call home and let them know, okay?
Sure, I can go with you.
-Okay. -Let's go.
I won't get naked. It's legit, a professional photo shoot.
What do you mean?
A regular guy.
He's...
Kind of thin.
He rollerblades at Ibirapuera. It's what he told me.
Okay.
Hold on.
-What's your name? -Patrick.
-Could you talk to my cousin? -Of course.
Hello? Yes.
Hi, I'm Patrick.
Yes, photos.
Professional, of course.
Invoice? No, no need for invoices.
It's a serious gig. It's all legit.
What?
What is it, cousin?
I get it.
Forget about it. Sorry for the inconvenience.
-I apologize. -My bad.
I got to go. We'll talk later.
Wait!
I'm coming.
-We're here. -Now?
-This stop. Thanks. -Cool.
Thank you, driver.
See you.
-Thanks for helping me with this gig. -No worries.
-I could use the money. -Tell me about it. I got late bills.
We'll go about 20 yards into the park. The team is waiting.
-We'll take the photos and you're done. -Okay.
-I think it's getting a bit far. -We're close.
You can see the team over there.
Listen, Patrick...
Quiet.
Come on, get up.
Get up, slut.
Let's go, whore!
Help!
Didn't you want to come with me?
Somebody help me!
Give me you arm. Come on!
-Come on, resist! -My God!
For the love of God!
-Come! -Let me go!
-Come with me! -Let me go!
Scream! Go on, scream!
Do you wanna die?
JULY 4TH, 1998
I have a message for Zico. It's urgent.
Hi.
Hi, I'm Zico's assistant. I can give him the message.
-It's from Medeiros. -No problem. I'll give it to him.
Beto!
Get the camera.
This way.
-Are you sure about this, Elena? -Keep calm.
Did you check...
Beto, not the face.
Did you check the victim's identity?
Which one?
Hold on, I need to take a picture.
You're not only putting your job on the line, but mine, too.
If all goes to shit, I'll say I took the photos.
PARK MONSTER - PARK RAPIST STATE PARK BANDIT
PARK KILLER - STATE PARK LADY MURDERER STATE PSYCHOPATH
THE PARK MANIAC
Read this.
Tomorrow, Elena. I'm leaving.
Read it.
Is it impactful enough?
Tomorrow's cover.
THE PARK MANIAC
Thief! That's what you are!
I thought we were partners, that we helped each other.
Did she fuck you or fuck you over?
Screw you, Roberto.
Elena wrote the story, man.
It blew up. What can I say?
She stole my story! That police source was mine.
She said she was my assistant.
-Are you my assistant? -Aren't I?
-You think I'm dumb, girl? -Zico.
We sold out. We ran more copies. Sold out again.
The phone won't stop ringing.
TV stations and papers are buying our fucking story.
That's it, old man.
-Fucked over by a beginner. -She fucked me over?
For fuck's sake.
Everyone's working on this maniac. It's our priority.
Hold on, Vicente, it's my story.
Oh, it's your story?
She just got here but she wants a front-row seat?
What's your problem? Sore loser much?
Wake up, girl!
This story is too big for you now.
That's it. It's a high-profile case. That's what Zico meant.
-I know what he meant. -You're a beginner.
He's experienced. They all are.
Nothing personal.
What if I find the guy?
-The guy? -The maniac.
I can interview him.
Give me access to the same information everyone else has,
and I'll get you an exclusive.
THE WORKER'S PAPER POPULAR NEWS
-Here's your order. -Thanks, son.
-Have a good day. -You, too. Bye.
Several lacerations, some of them very deep,
to the point of tissue extraction.
Here...
Left arm, upper third, near the shoulder.
The precise outline of a bite mark.
Can you see it?
You're investigating the case of the dead women
found at the State Park.
You're the girl who pretended to be Zico's assistant.
Any new clues?
Did any relatives identify the body? This is an atypical crime.
Look...
Dead women. Cuckold husbands.
Dirty baby diapers. We see it all every day.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
Did you talk to any witnesses?
Did you test the victims' DNA?
DNA?
You watch too much TV.
São Paulo broke the record in murder cases last year.
Six women are killed every day.
In the first semester alone, there were 669 cases.
Should I run DNA tests on all of them?
When you have something for me, let me know.
Let's help each other, sweetheart.
Elena.
Thanks for the help.
Tell Zico I said hi.
The great Zico.
STATE PARK PONTES DO IPIRANGA
JULY 6TH, 1998
Two more bodies were found at the State Park.
Zico already got wind of it.
-When was it? -Now. Run.
For fuck's sake.
Son of a bitch.
Motherfucker!
Bright and early, huh?
July 6th, 9:00 a.m. Good morning, listener.
Two more bodies were found at the State Park.
Four women. Fear spreads in the streets of São Paulo.
The Police won't confirm it, but the evidence points
to the serial killer known as The Park Maniac.
Our reporters are there.
Listen...
These crimes are being investigated not only by my team,
but by the Homicide Department and three chiefs of police.
We're very confident
that this criminal will be caught very soon, okay?
Stores are taking a hit as well.
Reports show that business traffic is down after 5:00 p.m.
If you have any information, call or seek the authorities.
Finding this murderer is, at the moment,
the number one priority of the São Paulo Police.
Hey, how's it going?
Sorry if I startled you or if I'm bothering you.
I was just passing by.
I work at a cosmetics company.
Have you ever been in ads?
Good afternoon, Ricardo. Shall we?
Hi, I really need to talk to you. It'll be quick. Sorry.
One second. I'll call you.
Elena, wait.
"Maniac" who?
Four women have already been found dead at the State Park.
THEY GOT THE MANIAC HORNY AND ENDED UP DEAD
-Wow, what a horrible headline! -Zico wrote it, that motherfucker.
Really, I don't know how you can do this, Elena.
-Help me. -How? What do you want?
I want to understand the ins and outs of a mind like his.
-That way I can get close to him. -Get close to him?
Are you fucking kidding me, Elena?
How do they persuade people?
He convinced four women to go to the State Park.
All psychopaths know exactly what to do.
They know exactly what they must say. They're seductive, manipulative.
Psychopaths are highly egocentric.
And it's not unusual that they're talented at something.
-At killing? -No, that's the thing.
Something else. Like painting,
or maybe they're very good at sports.
Do you remember that American psychopath, Ted Bundy?
-Yes, Ted Bundy. -He was great at skiing.
They enjoy the thrill of danger.
Psychopaths haven't fully formed their emotional intelligence.
They don't feel regret, shame, fear, anger, guilt, none of that.
They feel nothing.
They're also incapable of feeling any remorse.
So he won't stop.
Never.
PARK MANIAC MAKES TWO NEW VICTMS
VICTIM 1 VICTIM 2
Then he said, "What time is he back, then?" Got it?
Damn, the guys are amazing!
-Listen up, dogs. -The square is coming.
-Hey, Francisco. -What's up?
Do you think the Park Maniac is into men, too?
Careful not to fall off your rollerblades right on his dick.
Here you go. Let's go, guys. Coffee break.
Assholes.
JABAQUARA STATE PARK FONTES DO IPIRANGA STATE PARK
Good morning!
How are you?
What's up?
You wanted access to the same information, right?
What is it?
The first two bodies found at the State Park.
One of them was killed recently.
According to the coroner, around 24 or 48 hours, tops.
They cross-checked her data at the police station
to confirm her ID with the Coroner's Office.
And?
They identified one of the victims. Cristina dos Santos.
This is her cousin's address. She took the father to identify the body.
Go and talk to her.
Luciene?
Hi, my name is Elena Pelegrino. I'm a journalist at Popular News.
I have questions about your cousin.
I've said all I had to say.
I know, but I'm writing a story...
I'm done.
Sorry for the delay. Everything okay?
-Just a few questions. -Excuse me.
I was there.
When they found Cristina.
I was there.
I got to the site right away.
I was one of the first people to see her body.
I went to the police as well. You talked to them, right?
Luciene, do you really think they'll investigate the case?
Not unless we make a lot of noise.
She was unemployed.
Desperate for money.
This guy showed up.
He offered to take pictures of her.
Said she would get paid.
I thought the guy was weird.
He mentioned the photoshoot.
-Very weird. -Wait.
Did you see him?
No, we spoke on the phone.
Last time I talked to my cousin.
I told her not to go.
Did you get to ask her what he looked like?
She said he was average, thin...
Skated at Ibirapuera.
He skated at Ibirapuera?
Yes.
I keep going over that conversation.
I can't stop playing it in my head.
Are you writing a story about us?
That's it.
"Rollerbladers and the City." It's for our sports section.
-Fucking awesome. -Cool.
-Big Head has tapes of our last meeting. -I'll ask him.
-Here. -Perfect. Thanks.
That's from our past event here.
My phone number is here, too.
All right?
-How's it hanging, Francisco? -What's up?
"What's up?" Where did you get that necklace?
A gift from your new boyfriend?
-Give it back. -What?
What the fuck? Are you crazy, motherfucker?
Son of a bitch!
-Calm down. -Keep calm.
Forget it!
Name?
Francisco de Assis Pereira.
Go ahead.
I did what anyone would do.
Self-defense.
I was attacked.
Robbed.
He's stronger, so I grabbed what I could.
Self-defense.
He'll never take anything of mine.
Now he knows better.
Here comes the national team!
Fuck, we will have to swallow that, Zagallo, indeed.
Old man, fucker!
Excuse me.
Marcelo, 19 years old. Look at our little gang.
Ricardo.
-Let's do this. -We're doing it.
Chico Star. Remember my name.
I'm Silvio. Rollerblading equals joy.
Where are you, motherfucker?
Rollerblading is life. It's about friendship.
Chico?
Yes, boss.
I'm glad you wear a helmet, man.
You're an ugly fucker.
So, Chico, I got to tell you something, man.
Paulão is out.
I know people.
I know you're a good guy.
Listen...
You can count on me.
Had dinner yet?
-Not yet. -No dinner?
Dinner at my place.
Don't eat these old meals,
or you'll get diarrhea and miss work.
-No, boss, I'm okay. -Don't be silly.
Come eat my sister's stuffed steaks. They're divine.
Wash your face if you'll be seen out and about near me.
Okay.
-Come on. Let's go. -All right.
Or we'll be stuck in traffic.
Come in.
Still watching it?
Elena, you've been there for days. What do you think you'll find?
Who knows, Beto?
-I don't know. -Listen up.
Black friend talking.
São Paulo at night.
Karaoke in the Liberdade District.
Are you in?
I can't.
Elena, of course you can.
Everyone there sings badly.
We'll sing sappy songs, you know?
You can't go wrong.
No. Thanks, but I'll pass.
It's serious.
You'll miss my performance.
I have a beautiful voice.
Marcelo... Look at our little gang. We're all about peace, you know?
-Beto, you're good. -What?
-You're really good. -What is it?
What is it, damn it?
Hey, Luciene!
Luciene!
-Luciene, wait! -What's going on?
You said you heard his voice. You heard the guy's voice.
If you hear it again, can you identify him?
Come in. Take a seat.
Don't look. Just listen.
Ricardo. Rollerblading is life. It's about friendship.
-Let's do this. -We're doing it. Let's go, bro.
Marcelo, 19 years old. Look at our gang. We're all about peace.
-Thank you. -You're welcome.
Francisco, is it true
that my brother makes you sleep at work to make more deliveries for him?
Yes, I do. I do.
No, Mr. Nivaldo helps me a lot.
I just do my job.
You go the extra mile.
You have no idea how much I've struggled in life.
We're here to help each other.
Besides that, he's great at rollerblading.
He's got trophies.
I went to Aparecida.
-Aparecida? -Yeah.
It's 105 miles away.
Then I went to São José do Rio Preto.
It's over 275 miles away.
Watch out, or this one over here
will have you making deliveries on rollerblades.
We'd save on fuel.
Nivaldo!
What did you do in São José do Rio Preto?
He has family there.
Do you miss them, Chico?
I only miss my mom.
What about dancing?
-Do you like dancing? -No, no dancing.
Yes! Please say yes!
I'm Silvio. Rollerblading equals joy.
It's about friends, well-being, and family, you know?
We're all together in peace.
Chico Star. Remember my name.
The man who rollerblades the farthest in Brazil.
It's serious. It's legit.
Him.
-Star is the best. -Stay calm. Keep calm.
-Can I look? -Listen to it again.
It's serious. It's legit.
Star is the best. Remember his name.
He's a star, bro.
Nice!
-Let's try your move. -One, two, three...
Forward, back, side, and turn.
I'm so clumsy!
-Try it. -I can't do it.
Let's transition here.
Here. Two, three, four.
There!
-Medeiros. -I'm leaving, honey.
I have something you'll want to see.
The man who rollerblades the farthest in Brazil.
It's serious. It's legit.
Follow me and bring the tape.
You haven't identified him?
Not yet.
And I can't publish his photo unless the police has more evidence?
-What do you want? -The police sketch.
My cover story.
I'll help you identify the Park Maniac.
Let's help each other, right?
JULY 14TH, 1998
TOWARDS THE FIFTH CHAMPIONSHIP
That bitch.
THE FACE OF THE PARK MANIAC
Fuck!
Chico?
What the fuck?
I'M SORRY, NIVALDO. THERE'S NO OTHER WAY.
THANKS FOR IT ALL, MY FRIENDS. SEE YOU ONE DAY.
GOD BE WITH YOU. SINCERELY, CHICO
Fuck!
Francisco de Assis was a delivery guy.
Reporter Flávio Sales has more on the story.
We're outside the workplace of Francisco de Assis, the suspect.
The runaway used to work here.
This is also where he left a farewell note to his boss
and burned the IDs of the victims he attacked.
One of the IDs was recovered,
and it belonged to Cristina dos Santos.
We found him, Brazil!
Put it on my screen!
Put this monster here on my screen!
Here it is.
He thought he'd get away.
He thought that, after everything he's done to those four families...
Imagine being the mom of one of those women!
Ladies and gentlemen watching at home.
You ordered a pizza or needed a document delivered.
The Park Maniac knocks at your door.
Then, bam!
That's a nervous laughter.
-Off? -Take it all off, if you want.
Would you let that happen to your daughter?
No!
Keep watching our Sunday special. Let's check it out.
Hi. How are you?
My name is Elena Pelegrino. I'm with The Worker's Paper.
I called earlier...
No, I just need to confirm something.
That's the address of one of your clients.
Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen.
Are you Maria?
Hi, Ms. Maria.
My name is Elena Pelegrino, I'm with The Worker's Paper.
Could you talk to me about your son?
Wait, Ms. Maria.
Do you believe your son could be the Park Maniac?
-God forbid. -So you believe he's innocent?
I believe my son is a good man.
I believe my son is a hard worker.
Would you know where he might be hiding?
He must be scared and afraid of it all.
Afraid of the police.
The cops could kill him.
They'd kill him and say he resisted arrest.
No, wait, Ms. Maria.
I don't know your son. That's why I'm asking you.
My son is a dreamer.
He just wanted to be a rollerblader.
No picking oranges with his brothers.
No fishing with his dad. None of that.
He just wanted to rollerblade.
Sometimes he'd go fishing with his dad, but...
Tim always wanted to be around me, you know?
Tim?
That's Francisco's nickname.
I see. Tim.
Hallelujah!
Praise the Lord, brothers!
-In the name of Jesus Christ, amen! -Amen!
Brothers and sisters, I'm so happy to have you here today
to listen to God's teachings.
-Hallelujah! -Amen!
The Holy Bible, brothers and sisters,
teaches that "A gentle answer turns away wrath."
-Praise the Lord. -Praised be.
"But a harsh word stirs up anger."
-It's true. -Hallelujah!
"The tongue of the wise adorns knowledge."
-Praise the Lord! -Praised be!
"But the mouth of the fool gushes folly."
-Amen! -Amen!
"The eyes of the Lord are everywhere!"
-Praise the Holy Father! -Praised be!
"Keeping watch on the wicked and the good."
Hallelujah!
"Keeping watch on the good..."
Amen!
-Amen? -Amen!
Brothers...
-First door on the left. -Thanks.
-Go in. Have a good night. -Good night.
...the top scorer on the national team had an episode that fateful Sunday.
Stay tuned for an exclusive about the day Brazil did not get its fifth World Cup.
Now, live from São Paulo,
some information that will shake up your weekend.
Here's the weather forecast.
In São Paulo, the days will be sunny, but the temperature drops at night.
Hello, sister.
A beautiful sermon.
Do you know what time Medeiros will be here?
I need to talk to him.
No idea. If you'll excuse me.
Fábio, are there more of these?
Here at The Worker's Paper, we don't try our luck.
-Do you try your luck, Roberto? -No.
We fact-check, use our talent, and plan ahead.
I've just talked to Finances and, thanks to our latest sales numbers,
we've quadrupled our ad space.
Our newspaper grew 22% in greater São Paulo alone.
I'd like to raise a toast.
A toast to each one of you.
A toast to our fucking awesome The Worker's Paper!
Fuck yeah!
Back to work now. Let's get results!
I'm going to jump. Catch me!
Excuse me.
-Vicente! -Cheers!
Elena, I've just talked to Finances and they're just...
I went to the police station. No news yet, but...
I got this.
It can help people identify the guy.
Great, but let's take it easy, all right?
If they arrest the maniac, who will we write about?
Just kidding. Good job.
HAVE YOU SEEN THIS FACE?
ALARMING SPIKE IN FEMICIDE
POLICE LOOKS FOR WOMEN WHO ESCAPED MANIAC
SERIAL KILLER HAUNTS SÃO PAULO
Hi.
Good morning.
Are you Martha's sister?
I am. Who are you?
Hélio, the real estate agent.
Didn't your sister tell you we were coming?
Well, let's check out the master bedroom. You won't believe it.
-Are you crazy? -Martha...
I've read your articles, Elena. I don't even recognize you.
They were about to buy the apartment and pay in cash.
-What went wrong? -Really?
Your macabre sanctuary was all wrong.
The lady changed her mind.
She said it gave "bad vibes."
So, how long have you been staying there?
Elena?
Elena...
You know this is about Dad.
-Right? -Fuck, Tata!
To you, everything is related to Dad. Do you want to analyze me that badly?
How much do you charge?
You don't need to be better than him.
Who said I want to be better than him?
What a fucking pain!
I came here to apologize, okay? Sorry.
Sorry I fucked up that damn deal.
Can't you see this is hurting you?
-You're not well. -Martha...
-You were right. -About what?
You said he was talented. He's a great rollerblader.
This is getting completely out of control.
Women.
-What? -Why women?
Is it about his sexuality?
It has nothing to do with his sexuality.
Someone's sexuality is totally unrelated to their psychosis.
It's about chemistry.
It affects the frontal lobe, the hypothalamus.
-Got it? -No, please explain.
Do you know why people look right past him?
Why they're not afraid?
Because he doesn't show it.
He never shows he's nervous or afraid.
Before attacking someone, his heartbeat and breath don't change.
He doesn't look like a predator, but he is.
By the time you realize it, it's already too late.
Since nobody notices him anyway, he can simply vanish.
Never to be seen again.
BRAZIL-ARGENTINA BORDER
-It's the police. -Yes.
Where's your ID?
Show us your ID.
ID, please.
All good?
-What? -Is everything okay?
Good night, driver.
The Worker's Paper.
Elena?
Yes.
Elena Pelegrino?
This is she. Who is this?
I'm Tainá. I have some info. It's about the Park Maniac.
What kind of info?
Come alone. I'll tell you.
Is it a prank? Spare me. We're done with pranksters.
What do you want? Money?
I don't want money. I want to help.
Tim isn't easy. I want to help.
What did you say?
-I just want to help. -No, before that.
Tim isn't easy.
Give me your address.
Get the camera. She knows the guy.
No way. That's impossible.
Middle of nowhere.
We're almost there.
Wait.
It's here, Beto.
I told you to come alone.
Just you.
Don't do it, Elena.
I'll call out if I need you.
You're safe.
Come. This way.
Coffee?
Thank you.
Here you go.
Thanks.
We met here in Diadema.
We were happy here.
At least for a while.
Why did you split?
He started to taunt me.
He irritated me.
He knew how to push my buttons.
How did he taunt you?
Women.
Many women.
He's persuasive.
He brought them here.
Tainá, sorry for asking...
Did he hit you?
Sometimes.
Did he exploit you?
Do you have any idea where he could be?
No, my dear. I have no idea.
What did you want to tell me, Tainá?
Let me show you.
These are Tim's things.
ROLLERBLADING FEVER
He used to write.
I thought it could help.
DIARY 1996
it stirs me up inside
I'll pay the price
I yearn to be famous
I'll be famous, I'll become a criminal if I have to
EPILOGUE
-Survivors? -Yes.
I heard a woman came forth yesterday.
They're turning up at the station. Medeiros confirmed it.
Why?
What do you mean?
Elena, the entire nation is following the Park Maniac case.
You want to write about these damn women?
I need your help to interact with Medeiros.
You told me I'd have access to the same information.
-You promised me. -Yes, but...
Medeiros and the old man.
There's nothing I can do. Talk to him.
Okay. Excuse me.
I need your help.
With Medeiros.
-The women, right? -Yes.
Forget about it. They won't talk.
Maybe they'll talk to me.
I've tried.
They might talk to me.
It's my source.
I'll help, if we share the byline.
Deal.
My name on the top.
All right, Zico.
Hi. Thanks for coming.
You can sit down.
My name is Vera.
Vera Pereira de Carvalho. I'm 20.
My name is Alice Sampaio.
I'm 22.
Estela Maria.
My name is Beatriz Aguiar.
My name is Lúcia.
I'm angry.
I'm ashamed.
I'm disgusted.
He tricks you.
He knows exactly what to say.
I just thought about buying my grandpa's medication.
I even thought,
"God, thank you for putting this angel on my path."
He's the devil.
He makes it seem there's nothing wrong.
Everything is fine.
Nothing was fine.
I'm alive.
The other ones died, right?
It's not about the money, see?
Nice catch!
I followed him to the location.
On the way there, he was transformed.
He punched me.
I tried to fight him. I tried everything.
Stop it!
Here's some coffee.
Thank you.
I'll go sell the fish.
-See you. -Good luck.
Great coffee.
It's a good one, Fábio.
Here you go.
Great.
ITAQUI COURIER SÃO PAULO MANIAC IS ON THE RUN
While I continue to seek fame
I keep my secret under lock and key fearing the consequences
Fame?
THE PARK MANIAC
obsessed with fame
DO YOU KNOW HIM?
Freeze!
Hands up!
AUGUST 4TH, 1998
I'll be famous, I'll become a criminal if I have to
After searching for 23 days,
the man considered public enemy number one
has been jailed in São Paulo.
Francisco de Assis Pereira used a fake name and changed his looks.
He wound up at the border with Argentina and was arrested.
A fisherman called the police.
I saw the pictures and said, "That's him."
Son of a bitch.
Since last Thursday,
Francisco de Assis Pereira had been hiding in Itaqui,
at the border of Brazil and Argentina.
At 5:30 a.m. today, the delivery guy left the Itaqui Police Station
and was taken by police officers to the Uruguaiana Airport,
where security was reinforced.
He then arrived in Porto Alegre,
where the São Paulo Police awaited him.
I'm innocent.
The police have taken the statement of victims
who identified Francisco as their sexual assaulter.
Justice!
A general chaos at the homicide station and more questions to be answered.
Justice!
Brazil, look at this clown's face.
He has been arrested, Brazil!
The biggest killer in the recent history of this country has been arrested!
The Park Maniac.
Now, listen up.
May God forgive you.
As for me and those families,
we won't.
First paragraph. Epilogue.
Gabriel García Márquez once said that journalism
is, by nature, about investigation.
As for ethics, it's not a conditional clause.
Ethics should always go along with journalism,
as a hissing sound does with beetles.
Hey.
Hey, Tata.
Are you okay?
He's been arrested.
You heard it, right? How are you feeling?
I'm exhausted.
Look at this mess.
I know.
We've just fixed the vibes on this wall.
God, do you really have to try and fix everything I do?
-It's uneven. -That's okay.
Hello?
Hi, Vicente. Yeah.
What?
No, wait. What do you mean?
Okay. All right.
What happened?
The paper got a call.
-From Francisco. -Okay.
He wants me to interview him.
What?
The motherfucking Park Maniac...
He said he'll only talk to me, because I gave him the nickname.
Elena!
Elena, please, it's dangerous!
Martha, I know it's dangerous, but he won't stop.
You said so yourself.
Wait.
What is it?
You wanted nothing of his.
Of Dad's.
That's his.
This resolve.
Deep down, you're like him.
What will you do?
I'll make him confess.
"The Park Maniac"?
You gave me that nickname, right?
Shall I begin?
Yes.
Do you deny committing those crimes?
I've never even been to the State Park.
I've only passed by it.
All delivery men have.
But Cristina dos Santos' ID
was found at the company where you worked and lived.
Was that a coincidence?
Anyone can come and go at that company.
People can go in and out.
Francisco...
Did you kill those women?
No.
Did you rape those women?
No.
What are you doing here, then?
I'm not perfect.
I have my flaws, like anybody else.
But I'm not a monster.
This man
who seduced so many women.
He isn't...
He's not just any man, is he?
He's no ordinary man.
He must exert some sort of power.
A single man...
All of those women...
Quite impressive, right?
Don't you agree?
I do.
He's a star.
Chico Star.
Your buddies say you're the best.
Your mom said you'd show up with a different girl every day.
Still, you say you're not that man.
Why is that, Francisco?
Don't you think you're all that?
-If you say so. -No.
I didn't say it. I'm asking you if you think you're smart.
If you think you're interesting.
Do you think I'm an idiot?
I'm not an idiot.
Whenever a dead woman turns up now, they'll blame it on me.
Unknown women.
Women I've never met.
They'll try to pin them on me.
I just wanted to make one thing clear here.
It's not fair!
What they're doing to me isn't fair!
It's not fair?
Why did she turn it off?
I'm angry.
I'm ashamed.
I'm disgusted.
What is it?
The things he did...
I'll always carry it within me.
It's not what you're here for.
How do you carry on after that?
I wasn't well.
Is this a joke?
I was looking for a job.
-No luck. -Turn it off.
-He saw it in me. -Turn it off.
-I didn't... -Turn it off!
That's what's not fair, Francisco.
What you did to each one of those women isn't fair.
To their families.
Do you think you're special?
That you're better than others?
Why is that?
Because you're good at rollerblading?
Six-year-olds can be good at rollerblading, Francisco.
You're not special. You're trash!
You're an animal!
You deserve to rot in jail, where you can no longer hurt anyone.
-You can't write this! -Shut up! I'm the one talking!
Shut your mouth!
I came here to make you confess.
I don't need your confession.
You will talk.
You need to talk.
Want to know the truth?
Your confession would only put your face on yet another cover story.
But I won't give you a cover story.
Not me.
The police have all they need to keep you in jail.
Your dental records,
your DNA,
your criminal background.
Survivors have identified you, Francisco.
Your voice has no use to me.
Your show is over.
Call in the other one.
This one won't help.
While the world was paying attention to the aggressor,
his victims had a supporting role in their own stories.
And yet, one by one,
had the courage to face their trauma and report him.
That's why we must amplify the voices of each one of these women.
We must create a supporting network to prevent cases like this from happening.
Is this it?
And the Maniac?
This is it.
I don't get it, Elena. You wanted it. You worked for it.
You'll throw away the interview of a lifetime?
You were right, Vicente.
Journalism is about perspectives, yes.
But it's also about choices.
Remember the woman hit by a car?
The story I wrote.
You asked me what that woman had done to deserve being run over by her husband.
No woman deserves to be run over.
No woman deserves to be killed.
You can't...
You can't justify it.
Death.
As long as there are people who think so, more maniacs will come out.
They'll keep killing,
and we'll keep dying.
Zico!
You can go. Thanks.
What is it?
The cover is yours.
Why? Her story wasn't good?
Too good for the cover.
CECCI NEW COLORS, NEW FEELINGS, NEW YOU
AFTER HIS ARREST, TWO MORE BODIES WERE FOUND AT THE STATE PARK.
ADDING UP TO TEN WOMEN KILLED.
THIRTEEN OTHER SURVIVORS CAME FORTH TO TESTIFY AGAINST FRANCISCO.
FRANCISCO DE ASSIS PEREIRA WAS SENTENCED TO 285 YEARS AND 3 MONTHS IN PRISON.
AT THE TIME OF HIS SENTENCING, THE BRAZILIAN LAW STATED
THAT THE MAXIMUM PENALTY WAS 30 YEARS IN PRISON.
FRANCISCO IS ELIGIBLE FOR RELEASE IN AUGUST 2028.