All language subtitles for charcoal.(2022).eng.1cd.(9721284)

[Song: "Noites Traiçoeiras",
Padre Marcelo Rossi]

May everyone from Joanópolis
have a blessed Saturday.

Welcome, enjoy our broadcast.
It's 3 pm now.

Message from Mariene of
Paiol Grande to her husband Kido.

"A kiss in your heart, my beloved Kido."

"E ainda se vier..."
(Even if treacherous nights come...)

Why did you turn it off?

- I don't like the energy bill Jean.
- But grandpa likes it.

Yeah? Did he tell you?

As soon as we turn it on, his eyes move.

Hm...

It's a stroke.

He's not enjoying anything.

Well, you decide:

either you watch the cartoons
you like in the afternoon,

or you listen to the
radio in the morning.

You can't do both.

Anybody home?

- I'll watch cartoons.
- Okay.

Good morning!

Hi, is this the house of Mister...

...Firmino Santos?

Yes, it is.

I'm from the Health Center,
I came to check his oxygen tube.

Zé's the one who takes care of it.

Zé was transferred, now it's up to me.

May I come in?

- Sure. Please.
- Excuse me.

You're a doctor?

Not a doctor, dear, call me Juracy.

Sorry for being a little unfriendly

Zé had been taking care
of my father for a while now.

Oh, I know how it is, but don't worry

This is Firmino, my father,
and this one is my son Jean.

- Hey, Jean.
- Hey.

Hi, Mr. Firmino, all good?

She's the new nurse dad.

I'm Juracy, from the Health Center,
I came to see you today.

- Let me get you a stool.
- Thank you, dear.

- Sorry for the mess.
- No no, don't worry about it.

Let's check out Mr. Firmino.

Let's go.

Are the meds all correct?

All good.

Taking all of them on time?

Yeah, everything that...

...that the other nurse
prescribed for him is okay.

Are you running out of any medicine?
In need of replacements?

No, no.
I got some new packages this week.

Everything's normal.

- All good.
- Same as always.

Let me just write this down.

Now let's check the oxygen.

About five liters per minute.

All right, Mr. Firmino, it's all good.

Did you hear that, dad?

Now you'll cheer up a bit.

Replaced that old oxygen.

It'll get a little better.

It won't, my dear, it won't.

It won't.

In this situation?

There is no way.

Looking at that rotten wood,
getting termite droppings on his face...

That rough sheet grating his ass...

That diaper, leaking from the sides...

He has no air,
so his breath won't get better.

It will only get worse.

If we can call that "breathing", right?

Two plastic tubes in that old cartilage.

Jairo!

Come here.

Jean, go play football outside.

- No.
- Now, Jean. It's an order!

- Hello.
- Hi.

How are you?

This woman is saying some things.

You're charcoal producers, huh?

It's a big oven.

- Do you make a living from that?
- Yes, we do.

From the charcoal production
and the orders I sell to other places.

Mmm, hard life, huh, dear?
I know how it is.

I may have a proposal for you.

It would be good for your family,

for Mr. Firmino,

and also for another person
who is in need.

Mr. Firmino, may God be with you.

Bye, little boy.

CHARCOAL

Subtitles: Lucas Gabriel
Revision: icoa9125 and bostonstraggler

Slow down, Jean.

Are you racing with your grandpa?

Hi, Irene!

I didn't see you guys at mass.

We arrived late,
so we stayed at the back.

Oh, okay.

I arrived earlier to talk to the priest.

You're looking good, Mr. Firmino.

Poor thing.

He gets weaker and weaker.

How is Mrs. Amélia?

Well, she's...

She's not good, Irene.

She doesn't want to
leave home anymore.

I don't insist anymore.
I leave her there.

My heart gets tight.
I keep thinking that any time...

God forbid.

We can only pray.

Oh, I want to order
your chicken in blood sauce.

It's Sérgio's birthday
next month, he wants it.

Oh, it's true!

Make it good.

Sure! It's true,
yours is close to Dad's.

- It's true.
- Okay.

Sérgio, don't you have a job for Jairo?

I mean... A job for...

Charcoal production is
too low at this time of year.

Oh, there's that other one.

The earthworks business in Piracaia.

They always need people. Take him.

Come by my house another time
and we'll settle it.

- Okay. It'll help us a lot.
- Thanks.

Ready to go?

Where's William?

He'll spend the whole
vacation at his cousins'.

When he comes back, tell him to
come over my house for us to fly kites.

He'll definitely go,
he's missing you a lot.

- Bye, Firmino.
- Bye, Mr. Firmino.

I'll check some prices over there, OK?

Jean, please take care of your grandpa.

- OK.
- OK?

- Irene.
- Hi, Father.

Were you here?

Yeah, we were in the back.

Father...

When a person is...

...languishing.

Really, really bad.

Do you think that...

...that God's will is
for that person to...

to... disincarnate?

Irene, your big heart
makes such questions.

It's about your father, right?

Don't worry,
God doesn't want him to die.

Everyone has their time.

So God wants him to continue suffering?

It's not like that.

God is the cure.

But when the cure is not possible...

When it's hard.

What do you think God prefers
for the person: suffering or dying?

Oh Irene, unfortunately
I don't have that answer.

I think the answer is within each one.

In prayer,
in your private conversation with God.

Okay, Father.

Thank you very much!

Thank God we receive
a lot of orders at this time of year.

If it continues like this,

with many orders, maybe I can

tithe a little more to the church.

That's great, Irene.

Right now, the Church is
in a lot of financial difficulty.

Right.

- May I have your blessing, Father?
- God bless you.

- Help me with the firewood.
- I won't.

Come on, Jean, I won't call you again.

No, I like it here.

Come on, Jean! It's an order!

Lazy boy.

How can you think of such a thing?!

Today the soup will be ready later..

I'm gonna eat in the city.

With what money, Jairo?

And I'm the crazy one imagining stuff.

Son, come say good
night to your grandpa.

You're sleeping in our room tonight,
okay?

You aren't going to
hurt Grandpa, are you?

Oh, my dear...

No no.

Listen...

Your grandpa's been suffering a lot.

For a long time.

He doesn't want to suffer like that.

It will be better for him.

Come on.

You can tell if he wants
to listen to the radio,

but can you tell if he
wants to kick the bucket?

Let's go, son.

It's over.

Let's go.

The island, Don Miguel.

Very good.

Can I see?

Here.

What is this shit?

Halloween?

Will they believe it?

It's not my first job.

Of course they're
gonna believe it, Miguel.

Hey, you!

Come help me carry the dead in the hall.

- Let's go!
- Me?

- Let's go!
- Yeah, go!

Hurry up! Let's go!

Has your lawyer told you that,

before going to the island,

you are spending a few
days in another place?

What? No!

- No, he didn't!
- We had agreed that.

Where am I going?

I can't tell you that.
For your own safety.

I'm paying all this money to go to some
place and I don't know where it is?

You're paying for a replacement.

No one will know you're alive.

I got the replacement. But why
do I have to go to another place first?

It's a period of oblivion.

And then you go to
the final destination.

Leave it there.

Who'll be there? Your people?

My partner. She's reliable.

What the fuck?!

What are you doing?
No, that wasn't agreed!

Ismael!

That's not what we agreed!

No one can know where you are.
It's part of the protocol.

Protocol? What protocol?

Now you can compare
with the job I did on you.

Put your foot on the...

- Here?
- There! Yes.

Stay still.

Open your arms.

Great.

- Done?
- Very good! Another one.

Are you just going to watch?

Here.

Pick apart these nails.
You see when they're like this?

These bent nails are useless.

Jairo, why do you keep these bent nails?

You're staying over there.

What's your name?

Did they tell you we'd share the room?

What?!

No one told me I'd have
to share the room.

What's the problem?
You aren't a pedophile, are you?

Where did you get that from?

- Didn't they tell you who I am?
- No.

They didn't say anything?

No one tells me much here.

No, I'm not a pedophile. Don't worry.

Grandpa used to sleep there.

His diapers leaked sometimes.

You can flip the mattress.

Are you going to sleep standing up?

Hey!

We have some procedures here...

You can only leave the room if I knock.

Because someone else could be here.

Didn't they tell you that?

Where's my bath stuff?

Oh, your bath stuff, right?

I'm gonna buy it this week.

I'm going to the market
and then I'll buy it.

But feel free to use Jean's
and Jairo's stuff.

Feel free to use even my stuff.

But I'm gonna buy it.

Don't... don't worry...

There's no one else here today,
it's just the two of us.

Don't worry.

I'll make you some coffee,
come eat something.

You're changing clothes first, right?

When the door's closed,
it's because someone is in there.

I'm explaining so he knows
how the house works.

Who are you?

I'm the man of the house.

The family that is doing you
a favor by hiding you here.

A favor? Oh, thank you so much!

How good, how great!

I'm sorry,

it's just I only met you shitting.

I have important things to do.

I'm not rolling in money.

Treat him well, Jairo.

You don't treat anyone
in this house well.

I don't like that kind of people
in my house.

Are you judging people, Jairo?

What an ugly thing.

Only God should judge others, not you.

Even Jesus forgave
those who crucified him.

I don't know.

I wanna be closer to my son.

Keep an eye on him.

To slow down.

Only burying yourself would
make you slower than you are.

Work less than you do?

Only if it was possible
to work negative.

What about the job Sérgio
was going to get you?

He hasn't mentioned it again.

That family must be full of problems.

What problems?

Never mind.

Tell me.

Fucking Sérgio must be fooling
around with other women.

If I heard that gossip,
Luciana must've heard too.

You should go and talk to him.

His birthday is next week.

You should buy him a gift, so he'll
remember you when a job comes up.

Jean!

Jean!

Hey, William!

- You can't just go in like that.
- Is Jean there?

No, you can't just go in like that.

But... isn't Jean there?

- He went to the market with his dad.
- I can wait.

He's gonna take a while.

Don't even sit there.

- He'll take a while.
- I can wait.

No, it'll be a long time.

It'll be ages.
He went to buy his school supplies.

Aren't you going back
to school this week?

- Sadly, yeah.
- Yeah.

You'll see each other a lot.

You'll play a lot, okay?

When he comes back,
he'll go to your house.

I have to clean up, move some furniture.

- I can help you.
- No, you can't.

I have a child at home,
I know how it is.

You'll hinder rather than help.

Don't you have salt?

I do.

To each his own taste, right?

Some prefer more salt, others less.

Juracy spoke...

very highly of you, said
you helped your community a lot.

I think what happened to you
was 'evil eye'.

- It's true, right?
- I need to talk to her.

- To Juracy?
- Yes.

I think it'll be about 15, 20 days.

She's always busy.

And if we show up at the Health Center,
she'll get mad.

She'll get furious.

We have to follow the protocol.

I don't want to be locked
in that room any longer.

Well, in the countryside
that's how it is.

People just turn up and come in,
we have to be alert.

I can't change people's manners
just like that.

I'm sorry, but I can't.

Yes, you can.

If you want, I can tell you how.

I couldn't sleep either.

First day of school.

It's good here. But it's full of snakes
and the neighbor lives right there.

How was your vacation at your cousins'?

It was cool. What about you?

I spent it at home.

But you got a cell phone.
Much better.

- Who gave you the cell phone?
- My aunt.

- Which aunt?
- Aunt Rose.

You never told us about her.

True. You never talked about her.

She doesn't live here.

She lives in São Paulo.

I got it as a birthday present.

But it wasn't your birthday.

Well, she and Santa gave it to me.

She and Santa Claus gave it to me.

But it's not Christmas.

It's not Christmas,
but it's a New Year.

Let me play a bit after you.

After William, it's my turn.

A chocolate and a Coke.

One more chocolate and a Coke.

One more chocolate and a Coke.

- Are you paying for everything?
- Yes.

- Anything else?
- No, I'm good.

If you want anything else,
just let me know.

- Let's go then?
- Let's go.

- Thanks.
- Are you rich now?

- What are you doing?
- I missed you. Come here.

No, no.

You were the one who told me
to do it in front of the old man.

- Let's do it.
- Not now.

- You know what day it is, right?
- I know. Stop!

We have three hours.

Jairo...

Go home.

- Sérgio.
- Screw you.

What if my son arrives?
What kind of example will I be to him?

- Give me a few months.
- I won't wait for you, Jairo.

I've been waiting
months for years now.

Sérgio...

Jean, help me dry the dishes..

- I won't.
- What?

I won't.

I'm not patient today, Jean.

I won't do it.

Come on now, Jean.
I need some space to put more dishes.

I won't do it.

I'm dancing.

I'm looking at you.

I'm looking at you.

I'm only saying it once,
come help me.

Come on, Jean. You fool.

- Wash this glass then.
- I've had enough.

And don't put those damn
lemons in the sink anymore!

Filthy boy!

Gringo sucks them and
leaves them all over the place.

- Have you taken a shower?
- No.

When you finish here,
you'll take a shower.

I'm not having a shower today.

I'm going to sleep dirty.

There are two plates left here.

I won't tell you to take a shower again,
because if I tell you one more time

I may break a plate on your head.

Go shower now!

And you still complaining
when I scold you.

You make me lose my patience!

I'm going!

I want my bike tomorrow!

There's one plate left!

You just try not to be in the
bathroom and you'll see.

Who told you I'm going?

Who told you that?

It was ugly, huh, Kim?

Yeah, it was.

Why didn't you call me?
I could go to your house.

No dear.

I wanted to go out a
little, to clear my mind.

I'm always at home taking care of...

my son, my husband...

My father too.

How is your father?

No dear.

He's getting worse and worse.

It gets harder to take him out each day.

You can see in his eyes
that it's a sacrifice.

At least you're fine. When my mother
was like that, I couldn't stop crying.

We learn how to suffer inside, right?

I don't want to...

I don't want to contaminate
my son's heart with sadness.

It's beautiful!

Kim, what is this?

It just arrived.

Lavender flower.

It's made of lavender and jaborandi.

It opens the chakra of sensuality.

Try it?

May I try?

It's good.

If you'll let me pay you in three days,
I'll take it.

Okay.

That one's for display.

- Bag?
- No need, it's all good.

- Okay then.
- Wait.

How about spicing up your marriage?

Edible panties.

Holiday Edition.

Flavor: strawberry candy, pumpkin candy
and sweet corn cake.

Take it.

Let's have some wine.

I keep it

for special occasions.

A new phase deserves it, right?

This wine reminds me of my mother.

She'd buy it every day on the road.

She was an alcoholic.

What a beautiful memory.

Weren't you rich?

Why are you wearing that outfit?

It's ripped.

It's ripped here.

Here.

Did you know it belonged to my grandpa?

This one?

Yes. You'll have to pay
for it since you ripped it.

50 reais.

What were you doing with my mom?

Nothing. She told me to
leave the room and then I left.

Did you notice her hair?

No.

A header now.

She did it today.

- What?!
- She did her hair today.

Yeah?

She put on makeup,

straightened it,

used some product

and painted it.

Did you see my mom's
photo beside your bed?

She put it there and
told me to say it was me.

She was Miss Werewolf.

She does that: "Oh, come here,

you naughty boy."

- Miss Werewolf?
- Yeah.

- Is that good or bad?
- It's horrible.

- Are there werewolves here?
- Yes!

There's one inside that oven.

He says:
"Don't you come into my lair."

"Don't come in."

And you'll have to work there for me.

Are you crazy?

- For me?
- Of course.

You're always broke...

- This isn't stolen, is it?
- No.

I had some money saved.

It's beautiful.

Do you like it?

It's brand new.

I can't keep it.

What will I tell Luciana?

What will I do with it?

What will you do with it?

Fuck me.

How much time?

Answer me.

Hello, Mrs. Juracy.

Check if it's correct.

Oh, thank you very much.

I trust you.

- It's better to check.
- All right. Thank you very much.

I need to talk to you.

What are you doing out here?

- Get in!
- I told him...

When I lock him in, he gets mad.

He screams more than the pigs
when I lock him up.

You should see it.

And it's not that I don't
talk about the protocols,

I tell him about the
protocols every day.

Where's the key to his room?

- It's on the door.
- What's going on?

Why do you want the key?
Hey, Juracy!

Wait– Hey! Hey! Juracy!

Why did she take the keys and lock it?

Hey, Juracy!

Can we talk? Fuck!

But... what do you have in the room?

No, no, no, don't talk anymore.

Don't touch me!

Can we can talk alone for a bit?

- Do whatever you want
- I wanna know what was in the room.

Can you leave us alone, please?

Juracy, what was in the room?
I don't get it.

Jairo! Jairo!

They locked themselves in the bathroom.

And...?

What did Marlene say?

Well, she said you
won't be relocated now.

It's still very unsafe for you there.

I can't live here, someone
new comes here all the time.

A man like me can't
live in a place like this.

That's exactly why you're here.

Miguel, surviving is not easy.

But I will do the following:

I'll talk to her one more time,

tell her about your complaint

and see what we can do.

Move!

Hi, Irene.

- Hello!
- I came to get the chicken.

- Already?
- Is it ready?

Yes, it is.

Weather's crazy today, huh?

I know.

I was doing nothing at
home and came to get it,

so you don't have
to take it to my house.

It's all ready, I was
going to take it there.

Yeah, but we can settle it now.

Get out! Get out! Get out!

Stop messing up my kitchen! Get out!

I'm sorry...

Don't mind the mess, Luciana.

They keep messing my stuff.

Sérgio talks about that
chicken all the time.

It's ready,
I left it all set here for you.

Yeah, but I'm glad I came
so I can give Mr. Firmino a hug.

It's his birthday too, right?

So I can do it now.

I wanted at least to give him...

Give him a hug and a kiss.

Also for him to know I came.

Well, but he is...

He's sleeping now.

He's been spending the days sleeping.

- It's a lot of chicken, huh?
- Yeah, it was a big one.

You always say you like blood sauce.

So I put a lot of sauce on.

I thought it'd be better
to put it into three pots.

I did my best for Sérgio. You tell him.

Hasn't Mr. Firmino
been sleeping at night?

He hasn't.

My mom is the same.

But no need to worry,
I can go to his room.

Yeah, but I don't...

I'm even trying to...

That's why I was going to
take the chicken to your house.

I'm trying not to make
any kind of noise here.

Since Jean is at school
and Jairo is downtown.

I'm trying not to make
any noise so he can rest.

Yeah, but he's been deaf for
more than 10 years now, Irene.

Now he can hear? Nonsense.

Nah, that's not possible.

They only hear what they want.

Yeah, maybe.

Try waking him up to see if he gets mad.

Better not.

Soon we'll be the ones
pissing and drooling,

and the boys taking care of us.

Jesus Christ.

Do you have any biscuits?

- You want biscuits?
- Yes.

Those biscuits...

I'm sorry for not having
anything prepared for you.

- I haven't prepared lunch yet.
- Don't worry about it.

Hmm, it's good!

Don't you wanna make us some coffee?

Some coffee?

Yeah, this biscuit
goes well with coffee.

Well, I, uh... I can
make you some coffee.

But I'm not drinking coffee.

My dad's situation is making me anxious.

I haven't been feeling good for a week.

I've been taking some
magnesium for a week, but...

What was that?

- Mr. Firmino?
- You wait a moment, Luciana.

Please.

- It's all right.
- What happened?

Nah, it wasn't in my father's room.

It wasn't in my father's room.

It was just– See?
It's those animals. Get out!

The same way they mess up here,

they also mess up there.

My father's spare
oxygen balloon is there,

- ...and the animals knock it over.
- That's dangerous.

But it wasn't in my father's room.

Don't you wanna take
some biscuits for Sérgio?

Stop by to sing happy birthday.

OK, I'll talk to Jairo.

Oh, Irene, I'm so happy that you guys
are having a really good life now.

Thank God! I'm very happy.

Yeah, thank God.

I can't complain. This year's very good.

Now Sérgio is always
riding that motorcycle.

That motorcycle's really beautiful!

Holy Jesus!

My birthday hasn't
passed yet, okay, Irene?

I accept gifts too.

I'm just kidding.

- Man, for God's sake!
- What?

- You want people to know you're here?
- The bed broke!

What happened to the bed?

I didn't do anything.
It just broke because it's shit!

I wanna talk to Juracy now!

- Stop yelling.
- Now! I have to talk to her now!

I can't be locked in
this madhouse anymore!

- You're too stressed.
- I'm stressed? Of course I'm stressed!

- I'm in a fucking shithole!
- For God's sake.

Jairo, you bought a
motorcycle for our neighbor?

It's his birthday.

Didn't you tell me to buy him a gift?

- It's used.
- But I meant a...

a cutting board, a Corinthians jersey.

You know? Just something for him
to remember you when he has a job offer.

For you to make some money.

And not spending money.

Now you're going to act like a rich man?

Luciana was very strange today.

She kept asking to go in
my father's room.

I lost count of how many times she asked

to enter my father's room.
I told her she couldn't

and she kept insisting.
I found it very strange.

I wonder if the others
are gossiping about it.

If others are suspecting, we have to...

to end the suspicion.

Jairo!

Do you guys have homework?

William does. I don't.

- Hi, Irene.
- Bye, auntie. Bye, Jean.

- Hi.
- Bye, William.

Stop by later.

Home already?

- Say hi to Juracy.
- Hello, big boy.

- Jean.
- What?

Next time you are at Will's,

you enter Mrs. Amélia's room
to see if she's there.

You want me to go in out of the blue?

Say you got lost.

They only have two rooms
and I'll get lost?

It happens.

- I better ask Will.
- No asking Will!

If I wanted you to ask Will,
I'd tell you to ask him.

And what was that talk about him
having homework and you not?

It's because my teacher changed
and she forgot about homework.

What are you saying? You have the same
teacher and are in the same class.

You better ask him what the homework is
because you'll have to do it.

- Understood?
- Yes.

- Do you want to be a dumb boy?
- No.

Damn! This one is fast.

Yeah!

These animals...

Whatever shit you put out, they eat.

And they still say
it's pig's that are dirty.

Do people's necks make the
same noise when they break?

Tomorrow is my father's birthday.

I mean...

It would be, if it wasn't for you.

No no no no.
I didn't ask for an eight or a nine.

I asked for 89.

89 years old. That's what I asked for.
Where is it?

Mister, if you put them together... 89!
See?

You're a really great seller,
Mr. Anacleto.

I just need to tie them, right?

No no no no no.

That's a beautiful cake!

Mr. Firmino, 89 years old.
Can you believe it?

Irene!

Irene!

Let's sing happy
birthday to Mr. Firmino.

Let's go!

Jairo, are you crazy?

Crazy? I'm crazy for marrying you.

For marrying you both.
Open it! Do something!

- Jesus Christ...
- Jean!

Jean!

Come sing happy birthday to Mr. Firmino.
I didn't carry this shit for nothing.

Don't do that, Jairo.

- Jean, go see if Will wants to play.
- No no, you won't!

- Go see if Will–
- You won't! You stay!

You're gonna sing happy birthday
to your grandpa now!

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday...
Sing! ...to you.

Happy birthday, Mister...
Sing! ...Firmino.

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday to you.

Hurray, Mr. Firmino!

Blow out the candle!

Yay! Bring the plates, Irene!

Bring the plates! Do something!

Bring them, woman!

One, two, three, four.

Give me your hand.

Give me your hand!

Take it. Give me your hand! Be a man!

Enjoy.

Very good.

Juracy. Here.

"Man of the house."

Your cocaine is over, huh?

That's why you're like this.

Where is he?

He didn't want to come.

He's lying there in the bed.

He's been weird.

Weird how?

Hi, Mr. Vanderlei.

- How long have you been here?
- A while.

It's been like 15 minutes.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I had to leave early to deliver the
orders and it took longer than expected.

Hello?

It's her.

But why?

But... did something happen?

Could we go a little faster?

And she came to me
looking in my eyes...

Jairo.

- Come here.
- I'm talking to him now.

Come here, Jairo! Now!

Behave yourself.

Don't embarrass me.

- Good morning.
- Good morning. Please sit.

Did something happen?

Yes, we have a problem with Jean.

We saw him buying cocaine
and keeping it in his backpack.

- Oh my!
- That's why I called you.

- But he's only 9.
- Exactly, ma'am.

If it was marijuana...

But cocaine is a very
strong drug for a 9-year-old.

Unfortunately.

Haven't you got things mixed up?

Maybe my boy was...

...buying a cookie and
you thought it was...

It's no mistake, because
the teacher saw him.

Jean's behavior changed recently.

He's become more aggressive,

doesn't pay attention in class,

uses very different language.

And as you know, this
is a religious school,

a disciplinary school.

What are you trying to say?
You want to expel my son?

No, we are not going to expel him.

But, unfortunately...

I had to call the Tutelary Council.

Damn. See? We're going to jail.

Let me speak, Jairo.

Look...

Director, I can't even
find words to say...

But... er...

Have you noticed any new...

Any new friend?

Any different friend? Or at home?

Well, we're having
some problems at home.

His grandpa...

He's sick. He's bad.

Jean is a good boy, he's smart.

- He helps us a lot.
- Look, I'm sorry, but...

You must be confusing my son
with one of those boys.

You have to pay attention
to his schoolmates.

Those older boys in front of the school.

- They take advantage of my son.
- It's okay, ma'am. Keep calm.

One of them might've put
something in my son's bag.

And you're saying it
was my 9-year-old boy.

Calm down, let's talk.

You want to send the Tutelary Council
to my house? Send them!

Go to your room, Jean. Go.

Aren't you ashamed to tell my son
to buy cocaine?

- Me?
- Are you nuts?!

I didn't do anything.

You keep complaining–
Jean, go back to your room!

Go back!

You're not aware of the risk, huh?

You complain about people coming here,

You know who'll come here?
The Tutelary Council.

Oh, sure, I'm sorry for corrupting the
amazing education you give your son.

If one day he kills you and brings
a drug dealer to your house,

you already know who's to blame.

Out! Out! Go!

Do something, Jairo!

I'm trying to be patient
with this motherfucker.

- Did you hear what he said?
- I don't get a word he says.

It's about the education
you give your son.

You piece of shit!

I told you this wouldn't work out.

- You are a piece of shit!
- Fuck you.

- This isn't working, Jairo.
- I'll talk to that woman.

- Which woman?
- The one from the Health Center.

- No, you won't.
- I will. We have to.

How else can we solve this?

I don't want you to talk to her.
I don't trust that woman.

Guess who was at Luciana's
when I passed by there?

- She was there!
- Wasn't she bringing medicine?

Like she brings my
father's oxygen here, right?

Irene, I'm going to
talk to that woman.

I don't want
you to talk to her.

I'll go tomorrow.
I'm having a coffee now

and tomorrow I'll talk
to that fucking woman.

And you take the boy out of
that room now, for God's sake!

I know very well which
coffee you're having.

That's why our boy's like this!

I've got a doctor's appointment.

What have I told you about coming here?

Mrs. Juracy,

the man is possessed.

H's used all his drugs
and he told Jean to buy some at school.

And Irene's mad, she
thinks someone knows.

He wants to go away.

This bomb is going to explode.

And Irene said she saw you with Luciana.

I was taking her mother's medicine.

And Luciana knows nothing?

Fucking no!

That's if her mother
is really her mother.

You're getting delirious, that's it.

I'll tell you something:

I expected more from a kingpin.

A drug lord.

I thought having you here would be
at least exciting, you know?

But you are a pussy.

You are not a drug dealer,
you're a shitty addict.

- Get out. Leave.
- And I gave you chances.

- Get out. Leave. Out.
- I gave you many chances.

- Out. Out. Now.
- I guess you're not a man.

- I could kill you.
- Aren't you a man?

Leave.

You know why I don't kill you?

I'm disgusted to touch you.

- It's because you're a pussy.
- I'm disgusted.

Low!

- You're a pussy.
- Out! Out! Out!

Out! Leave! Get out!

Come one, it's just the two of us here.

"I know."

Here.

This one was on my window,
that one was on his.

That must be from Luciana.

How?

Did you tell her?

You're the one who
goes to her house, not me.

A little note.

A little note, guys.

This looks like something else.

Something else?
There's nothing else.

This man has to go!

He's smart, has a brilliant mind.

How insightful!

Even he realizes I have to leave.

I have to go away.

Wonderful!

Well...

We'll study the possibility.

Let's see what we can do.

- "Study"?
- Yes.

"Study."

Let's study the possibility,

then we reallocate,

then we'll talk to her,
then we'll know.

then we wait,
then I have to stay here for a while,

then you can go fuck yourself!

Can't you see it? Isn't it clear?

Can't you read it?

What's funny?

I don't get it, what's funny about this?

What's funny?

What's funny? For fuck's sake!

If you kill me, you're gonna get killed.
And I'll be pleased.

They're gonna kill him too.

And you, you too.

And that idiot too.
They're gonna kill everyone.

I'm gonna go out and say:

You know how I ended up here?

Juracy locked me here!

I'm fed up!

I want to leave this hell!

I want to leave this shit! I'm done!

I paid for that!

So I can break it if I want to!

Me!

Fucking hell!

I'll destroy everything!
I'm fed up! Fed up!

For fuck's sake! You don't get anything!

Yeah, leave! Leave! It's better!

Shitty people!

I made about five visits, at most.

But what can we do? It's the life.

Bye, guys.

- Are you having dinner at home tonight?
- Yes.

Hmm, it's good.

What a slim chicken, huh?

It's good, but slim.

It's a pullet.

It is...

It's a young one.

Oh, I get it.

We have some fat ones,

but they're broody chickens,
they're not good to eat.

- Get it?
- Yeah.

They're like this there.

Twice the size.

Good ones. Really good ones.

Good ones. Ones you can eat.

You are chatty today, huh?

You're happy, right?

I believe it'll be better for all of us.

Anyway...

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Tough meat! You said it would be tender.

It's not tough, boy!

You're not eating meat, that's a bone.

Stop sucking the bone.

I'll find you a...

What do you want?

I don't want the neck.

And what do you want?

Tell me what you want.

The dog is the one who eats the neck.

- Want a thigh?
- Put here.

Done, now drop that bone.

- And stop saying it is..
- The bone tastes good.

So how do you want it to be tender?

Excuse me.

You really have to go?

Where are you going?

I'll visit you one day.

I can be your henchman.

I'm not afraid of anything.

For me?

Thanks.

If the cross is heavy,

Christ will be with you.

And the world might even

make you cry,

but God wants you smiling.

Mr. Firmino was a good father,

a good grandfather

and a good husband.

As support of a man of integrity,

is the solid womb called family.

Blessed is he who
keeps his family together

to the detriment of any bad weather.

The passage says:

Aristaeus,

in the age of creation
of this vast world

walked weakened and limping.

Lacking food,

Aristaeus saw a tree.

A single tree in the desert.

Feeling his last breath of faith,

that would still conjoin
his soul and his body,

Aristaeus got closer

and asked the tree for its last fruit.

The tree, moved with compassion,
said it would give him its last fruit,

but told him it was rotten,

and that would bring him
more harm than good.

Aristaeus then asked to pluck
its leaves to make a soup.

The tree said its leaves
were full of fungus

and its toxicity would
lead him to death.

Aristaeus then asked
for shelter in its trunk.

My wood, Aristaeus,

is infested with termites.

Aristaeus then asked the last question:

If everything you consist of
does not bring you strength,

why don't you give it
up to help a poor man?

The tree then replied:

Because without what is putrid
in what constitutes me,

how would I get to know my own truth?

The Word of the Lord.

Thanks be to God!

Get off there, Jean.

Go make noise in another place William.
Your grandma's still sleeping.

Subtitles:
Lucas Gabriel

Revision:
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