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THIS FILM IS BASED ON REAL EVENTS FROM THE FICTIONAL WORK BY ANGELI

This has to be the original, right?

Here is my problem.

ANGELI IN CRISIS

I still can't draw this type of...

My style has changed!

One day, one gets up and it's not good anymore, it's not good...

You can't think of a good thing and just...

I have boxes of drawings, boxes and boxes and boxes.

I think all artists have it.

I keep a lot of things.

It's not a thing that's going to grow into a disease,

but there is a risk I will get sick from it

because I'm the one to pile things up.

But I pile up things that are mine,

the ones that are important, that were important or the ones that are still important to me.

Yeah… I don't like when somebody touches them.

I think one whiskey would be good to relax a little bit...

Ah, yes, it might be! Bring me one small whiskey.

I will turn on the phone, right?

Shall we?

Let's go.

Do you sometimes see something and say "Wow, I did this?"

There are things that I forget that I have done.

That's right. I was separating some things, he was watching them with me and said:

"Shit, I forgot that I drew this."

He looks at it a little bit more and says: "Ah, I'm so excited to get back to drawing."

But I'm no longer delaying things. The excitement has disappeared.

Have you already thought about retiring from drawing?

Already.

Today, for example.

I don't know, become a painter or something else.

I had already been an animator, right?

There must be a construction site here?

Is it a drummer?

I would say someone is drilling a hole in a wall.

It doesn't work that way, does it? It interrupts a lot.

Let me look for a cigarette, wait a moment.

I can't find them.

Fuck, I'm not feeling well today.

Tell us only one more time.

Are you filming?

I told Carol to suddenly leave the recorder with you.

If you feel like recording something, click here, if you don't record anything, click it as well.

We can stop, can't we?

Yes. I won't bother you for too long.

- Bye, bye. - It was nice meeting you.

I, I, uhm...

It is a film...

Shit, no, leave it as it is.

This is a problem for me.

It has to be original, that is right…

I'm in a crisis, yes.

It is one of those crises that, I believe, can produce good fruit; little by little...

Oh, no.

To lose yourself also plays a role...

Can somebody hear us?

Hello.

Can you hear me, Creator?

Hello?

We are brothers Kowalski.

Can you hear us, Creator?

It doesn't work. He can't hear us.

I think people are very beautiful.

Everything is very beautiful.

I wasn't making comics to be successful.

Today, the punk movement is a piece of shit.

Everything is over now. Everything.

I believe it.

- Let it go! - Leave it!

He took it, he took it… Catch him.

Fucking mutants!

Fuck!

Where there is one...

There are more!

Run!

Move!

No!

It can't be!

It must be him?

Our saviour!

He's alive.

It is the end!

But we will not die like this!

Bring us with you.

Why would I bring two burdens like you?

Maybe we can bring your things.

Maybe you will serve as a dinner.

We don't like people!

BOB SPIT: WE DON'T LIKE PEOPLE!

To me, Bob Spit...

was when I started including my life in the comics.

I was only wearing black,

welding glasses, all that.

Bob Spit, he represents the origin of my recent work...

Not recent!

I think I'm Bob Spit,

but really, I think I have an ethics, I wouldn't be, I don't know,

a wild punk, right?

And then, the kids want a selfie...

It's funny!

Maybe it wasn't a good idea.

We are going to get in right here?

Climb down, for fuck's sake!

Ohhh! Look what do we have here, Kowalski!

Let's go, fuck, let's go!

Idiots...

I really like to say: fucked up.

A fucked up person, this guy is fucked up.

A fucked up kid, a fucked up dog.

A couple is at the top of the building.

One of them says: I'm going to let go.

The other one: if you want to let it go, let it go! And he says: I'm going to let go, I'm going to open a hand.

So he opens it and his dog falls down (plaff)...

Down there.

The end of the story... There is nothing more.

So it's funny, I like to make jokes about dogs dying.

What can I do?

So I made a comic about the dog killer.

And when was that, Angeli?

That was at the beginning of the magazine.

When I frightened everyone, right?

It was impactful.

I received critics,

which said that I was playing with fire, things like that.

And those are the things that

made me... do much more, you know.

There I was creating, in a way, characters that already existed,

that were in the streets,

the one that already had friends like that, the same as them.

What a piece of shit!

The water already evaporated.

Crap!

Is it possible that it is him?

He's much different.

It's him.

Much older and scarred.

But it's really him!

Punk is not dead.

This is Pop?

You'll have to explain to me what is this junk.

This is the channel for the Creator.

Angeli... the old animator...

That's a lie.

It doesn't make sense to deny it! You are a legend.

You are in the scriptures.

I'm not a legend.

This is a comic for children. Everything is a trick.

No! These are the Creator's words!

Chiban!

- Chiban! - Chiban!

Chiban!

Chiban is a piece of shit, it's Chiclete com Banana!

RÊ BORDOSA - THE DEATH OF A CRAZY ONE

UNTIL NEXT TIME, RE BORDOSA!

- Hi! - Hi!

Son of a bitch.

Shit, Angeli. You made all of this?

Fuck, even until the death of Re Bordosa.

So cool.

A classic!

Have you regretted killing Re Bordosa?

No.

Yeah… I believe that characters should die.

And I think I already said something here, once,

for this same audience,

that I know how to kill characters.

Sometimes I don't even know how to make some characters,

but I kill them well, with precision, I kill them well.

Where is my planner?

Your planner is in your ass.

I was thinking...

I was thinking about the beginning of all of this work,

us, you making all of this… yeah...

and Angeli is not the same.

He changed a lot.

But a lot,

which is not a little bit.

I'm no longer like that.

The author no longer thinks this way, you know?

And suddenly somebody comes and tells you:

you are not… (incomprehensible noises)

I have to warn you:

it's not Chiclete com Banana, I'm no longer a Chiclete com Banana type of guy.

We're done?

Anything to add, Angeli?

No.

Excuse me. Can I ask you something?

No.

I need a little bit of water.

Kowalski!

What are you waiting for?

Because of the weight... we need… water!

A lot of water!

Fuck...

Give me that over here.

He wants us to die from dehydration.

Between us, can you tell us one of Angeli's secrets?

Oh, really?

Yes. Only one.

I don't know, I don't think that Angeli is a secrets type of guy,

it's what you saw over here,

there's no mysteries, secrets.

I think his work study ends up functioning as a temple, you know?

For people who worship something, who believe in these things...

I think that their place study

should then always be organized, clean,

and nobody should get in to clean it, he is the one who cleans it.

Even though he looks incredible,

he did change a little bit since we have met.

I think he had been entering a more lonely period of his life,

focusing more on his work,

so, he did not really like

going out anymore.

I would say he has entered

a part of his life which is much more tough, much more profound.

Something has managed to touch Angeli.

Wait a second, let me disconnect.

This started happening with the crisis, right?

Yes, this started with the crisis...

Wait… did he turn on the music?

Let's go.

Let's go for a smoke, drink some water.

It's Laerte.

Hello!

Everything good, beautiful?

Everything is the same. No, no.

It's complicated going out.

Oh, really? How come?

Tell me all about it!

Laerte!

She's making you a gift.

I'M NOT HERE.

Honey, he can't meet up with you right now.

No, it had nothing to do with you. He is still the same.

He will call you later.

NO, I WON'T.

Yeah?

It's complicated.

You talked with Laerte?

Angeli has always received me well, like this, much more calmly...

But... Angeli is typically a little bit lonely, you know,

and it's hard to see him open up to someone.

I think that the person he opens up to the most is Carol.

He's not the kind of person like,

my mother, for example.

Where do you think Angeli is heading to?

He's making his way towards...

I think towards a field in which he's going to accomplish his artistic growth.

His line has transformed,

almost like… it's almost like a form of different life, is it not?

like when a caterpillar tranforms into a pupa

and later into a butterfly, for example,

it no longer resembles the same animal, that's true;

many times a person goes through one of these phases and says:

"Woow, is this the same creature?"

And yes, it is.

I'm not saying that Angeli will turn into a butterfly, but...

That old, shitty animator.

Bob, he needs to hear us.

He's in the scriptures.

Scriptures, scriptures...

I have a good use for it.

Ever since I was 14, I have always worn glasses.

I had a squad back there at the Green House,

all of them wore mostly dark glasses,

even at night.

He's starting to believe!

He's going to change the world!

I'm going to change the world.

And I used to say: "Why are you wearing dark glasses at night"

"To see better the reality."

Are you sure he is the chosen one?

The biggest legend, yeah, right!

I have never had such a big head!

It's a kids' thing, true, a kids' thing.

I wouldn't do this if I were 60 years old, no.

Not in front of the entire world, no.

Does it seem I'm the crazy one?

Punk is not dead!

What… what is this shit?

I think I ruined his fun...

I'm going to kill Bob Spit, right here!

Kowalski, look!

- Bob! - Bob!

The prophecy is unfolding!

The end is near!

- Bob! Bob!

- Bob! Bob!

Ah... These guys are annoying the crap out of me!

We have to get out of here before…

...the prophecy is fulfilled!

It's dangerous to have many mutants in one place.

When they group together, they tend to merge between each other and feed on old punk meat.

- Bob! - Bob!

Hey, the prophecy is here! The prophecy is happening, Bob.

Old punk?

Ah, go to hell!

They are coming back to life.

Too late.

What is this shit?

I'm inside!

Shit!

Here is your Pop!

Look!

Cassette player!

How about this, idiot! Come on!

Why doesn't he spit?

Bob!

Hey!

Come here,

you shitty mutants!

Let's go, you defuncts!

Go to hell.

But this wasn't in the Scriptures!

Shit!

We're going to change the story.

Here, this is for you, look!

Let's go.

We're trapped!

Didn't I tell you that he is the chosen one?

The chosen one...

We're going to look for Angeli.

I feel free about some things.

I placed the old Bob Spit,

who is still a punk, a brave one, with a gun

to kill Elton Johns, yes.

And in the middle of the story, Bob Spit dies

by being attacked by many Elton Johns.

Because I also didn't want to be Bob Spit anymore, you know?

So...

You will not cry because of this, right?

So you're not going to kill the old animator?

This one, no, because you can grow old with him, right?

In the end

I can try to tell a story of my life, right?

You have to be alert, because it records a little bit and then stops.

You have to be alert.

I throw things very easily. Very easily...

That's very important, aha!

Very important.

I had a dream that I opened my eyes

and there were many people

taking everything from my studio,

taking and taking.

I fear dreaming a little bit.

That's so funny!

Later, when I woke up, I dreamt the same thing.

The same thing.

It was closed, I had nothing. I had nothing.

Later I woke up and then had the same dream.

The same.

I woke up and said "Fuck, I'm still dreaming".

Later I returned and there was nothing.

It was empty.

Did you notice that Bob no longer spits?

He just threatens.

It has to be that bizzare diet.

He's being contaminated by pop.

So? Where is that piece of shit of guru?

Ahh… over here, Bob!

Isn't it there?

I have no idea.

She's coming.

What's this?

Ding dong.

Shit.

Wow! Woow, all of this? It's heavy.

Look what just came. Laerte sent you this.

Mm, mm...

Will you help me open it? It's heavy.

I don't, I...

Come on, help me.

"Dear Angeli, I send you a special gift.

Who knows, this old friend of yours may even enlighten you...

I hope you like it." Kisses, Laerte.

What's this?

Wow! Re Bordosa oratory!

I don't believe it. I'm sceptical over it.

To me,

this is nothing.

It doesn't mean anything.

Maybe Re Bordosa is your most complete creation, hm?

I'm not really sure, but she is good.

She has a very clear signaler...

I think it has something to do with the period, it has something to do with...

Because things have their cycle.

And this is a large cycle.

The Angeli's one...

There are moments in life when people need to pay for some things.

Sometimes I think that Angeli

must be going through something like that.

There is a type of fecal impaction like that, a spiritual one, that is there, that is coming.

But if it doesn't come out, I don't know.

What now, Kowalski?

We're going left.

Shit!

Now where?

- There! - Over there!

- There! - Over there!

Two idiots.

Come on! Walk!

Kowalski!

Guru!

Help!

Help… Ahhh, shit!

Guru!

Rhalah Rikota?

Bob Spit? Holy shit.

You know each other?

He used to sell incense on the street.

This guy was a big traitor.

And then later he appeared with this guru thing.

I thought I was never going to see

this rock solid face of yours.

The fifth category charlatan.

The fifth, no!

The first category!

Maximally the second one, no?

Oh, the great Rhalah.

We found more pages from the scriptures.

But the prophecy has not been fulfilled!

How is that possible, guru?

Let's see what do we have here, then!

Chiclete com Banana, Angeli in crisis...

What's this?

Bob Spit was eaten by the monsters of pop?

The creator drew

the death of… Bob Spit.

My scriptures!

Idiot.

I need my scriptures!

I need to see what happened with Re Bordosa.

Shit!

Honey, show your oratory to the crew.

Did you record it?

Is it recording?

It was Laerte who made it.

About Re Bordosa...

Why kill such a classic character?

I don't know if I have an answer to that question.

Yeah… I have always been reluctant to talk like this... "The character took his own life."

There is some poetry in it…

"Ah, this character got out of my control, you know?"

No, it didn't, no.

If you don't like them like this…

He's there, standing, one can take him wherever he wants.

I think the one who rules over the character is the author,

he's made from ink or paper, you know.

He's not...

Well shit!

This is crap, all of this is crap.

Whom I'm looking for is Angeli.

Where do I find this bastard?

You should have been eaten to the bones.

Like he did with Re Bordosa.

Poor Re Bordosa!

I'm… I'm… - Change! Change!

I'm sensitive.

Have you gotten mad?

Re Bordosa?

I killed her in 87.

Let's ask our creator for some light.

Hm...

Oh! Wait! He saw us!

I'm going to contact him!

Creator of our universe,

the Lord of the Ink and the Paper!

I'm here! Your servant, Rhalah!

Creator?

Traitor.

We're going to meditate, so that the Creator can feel Rhalah's presence.

Now, breathe deeply…

Inhale…

Exhale…

Inhale…

Exhale…

Inhale…

Exhale…

Wow, I've become crazy.

… Ah, my umbrella!

It returned! It always returns.

If you want to find even Angeli, you only need to go through

the depths of the creator's mind...

The Ego Valley… Uh, I'm scared.

But remember, Bob Spit...

Your story has not yet finished.

Because every story made by Angeli

ends with an orgy.

Guru!

Orgyyyyy!

You, you and all of you…

What is an orgy?

What is an orgy?

Go away, you damn pleuras.

Are we really going to walk all of this?

Did somebody call a taxi here?

We're going by taxi.

He's quoting pop music again.

Pop Spit.

Pop doesn't forgive anyone!

Listen to me well, two things!

First: I don't like somebody touching my things, do you understand?

Second: where are we going?

Continue driving straight.

Towards Angeli.

Why didn't you say it earlier?

Angeli is a monster! A creator of characters, a colonizer of our time, am I right?

Son of a bitch, drive like that to hell.

Chiclete com Banana, buddy, were the Beatles of the 80s, right?

Chiclete com Banana!

The scriptures!

Shit, another fanatic.

Come on, turn this shit on!

Calm down, calm down, calm down…

Calm down because this car has a correct way to turn on.

Son of a bitch.

Drive!

My relationship with Angeli is related to existence and co-existence, you know?

When Angeli said that he was going to kill Re Bordosa,

I was really mad…

The story of how Angeli and I met

is so absurd that it has two versions.

But because Angeli's version is full of lies,

I will tell you only mine.

Keep an eye on the steering wheel!

And shut your mouth!

Have I already told you that we did contests

to see who would draw the most beautiful dick?

Shut up!

What an annoying guy!

You worked together?

I was his editor.

I was one of the first people to work at his first studio.

Seriously!

Back then, Angeli's studio was all dark and obscure.

You really need to have patience to stay in a place without light.

Because your work has light and a life of its own.

Angeli...

Ah, Angeli!

There was a moment in Angeli's sick mind, when he said,

the one who makes you here is me, not you, you know?

Do you understand what I'm trying to say?

There was an hour when Angeli started to feel uncomfortable

because, in a way, he was giving up on existing...

Look, I've already told you that I m in charge of my radio.

Fuck you.

Fuck you, fuck you...

Uff....

Do you want a chewing gum?

A chewing gum?

Good evening!

Good evening.

How many people are in the car?

- One. - Two.

- Three. - Four.

Four!

Mmm… four dicks!

Will you need an exchange?

Hey, you will not let us pass?

I already paid the last time.

Nonononono-no! We don't believe you!

To pass, you pay!

Listen to me, you paranoids. - Hey, careful...

Look me in the face. Do I look as if I have money?

Uuuuh! Bob Spit.

But who said we want money?

We want...

… a French kiss!

We want a French kiss! We want a French kiss!

Son of a bitch!

Go, go! Go! Go!

Didn't I tell you?

We should have asked for anilingus!

You can pay with anilingus!

But what the crap is that?

Anilingus?

No, you idiot, this we-came- to-the-same-place shit!

Ah... this is how it works here.

Those are the rules...

Go in reverse!

And make sure you put your foot down on this shit.

It's going to give the same effect!

What is a Greek kiss?

Oh, well...

I told you! You have to pay!

Again, idiot!

Where are we going?

Are we there yet?

Shit!

This is the last toll station before the Ego Valley.

Accept it, it will hurt less.

Hey, don't look at me. The toll is the responsibility of the customer.

I'm going out.

You keep driving around in circles!

Are you sure you don't want a chewing gum?

Hey! Don't hit the door!

The entrance is down there!

Very well.

Look, I have already told you...

Not a word!

It's up, let's go!

It must have been…?

We will never know!

I'm in love.

Now that everything's rotted, everything's rotted, you know?

Relax and enjoy...

Give me a chewing gum...

It's better for gentlemen to take this instead.

I was becoming too much famous.

I used to go to bar, any bar, but when I would get in, people would say:

"Here comes the macho, here comes the man!"

In the beginning, it's amazing,

you enter the place saying "Oh, how perfect!".

But it became very annoying.

It becomes destructive.

There are people who destroy themselves.

I stopped drinking...

Re Bordosa… I was drinking a lot during the Re Bordosa period!

Bob Spit suffered

from my rebellion against him.

What's this?

Put your seatbelts on.

We are about to enter the Ego Valley.

And this is not an amusement park!

The Ego Valley!

I limited myself to this.

This thing of having a monumental ego, you know.

I'm Virgo, I'm egocentric.

It's very easy, in this situation, to turn yourself into an idiot.

To believe in something big.

The mountain king.

It's very easy.

It's a hard thing. Because people stay blind, right?

I don't know!

You don't know?

It's...

I don't know, I don't agree.

I don't want anyone to feel bad in my car, clear?

Shut up and drive!

It's very easy to turn into an idiot.

Stop this shit! Stop!

Stop this shit!

It's an annoying thing...

Stop this shit!

Stop!

Stop!

To believe in something big...

The mountain king.

It's very easy...

But what a bad trip...

It's good you're throwing up out of my car,

because if you had messed it up, I would've gone mad, do you understand?

Is that all?

The comparison is absurd, but what the fuck does it matter?

We came to see this?

The Beatles, my friend,

either they show up in some basement in Liverpool

or nobody will invent them.

It's the same thing with Chiclete com Banana.

They were ready in another place...

You can't simply invent a Chiclete com Banana...

Will there be future?

… and because of a series of circumstances he turned into what he turned…

Shit...

Shit, the guy is criticizing the left, drugs and rock, all together!

This was only one edition, do you understand?

So, you have strength.

What the fuck, where did you see that? You didn't manage to contain yourself?

In my time, we have always managed to contain ourselves.

What do you know?!

You should meet up with Angeli.

I'm leaving.

You sons of bitches!

Idiot.

Come on, let's go...

Let's go up!

What is he laughing at, hm?

Right now...

I'm a little bit lonely, only a little bit,

I like to be alone and all of that.

There is a lot of people in one house,

that annoys me. I get annoyed by that. You know?

Whoever enters the studio, interferes in his work process.

For what cinema?

I have things to do, you know?

- Bye, thank you! - I'm going down as well.

I need to buy cigarettes.

The problem is leaving the house.

And here...

Angeli...

Look… the Creator's work.

There's only garbage left!

But what the fuck is this?

Shit!

Rê Bordosa!

Angeli, Angeli...

This is the moment when one can be a little bit ashamed of who he is,

and the moment when...

the best thing to do is

take a nap

and later, you wake up with a new idea.

Son of a bitch.

Shit!

Angeli...

That old little fucker!

Shit!

Oops!

Fuck!

Son of a bitch!

Shit!

Pop never dies!

Let's go. Where there is one, there is more...

Kowalski!

I made a story,

a recent one.

The Kowalski brothers...

and the brothers Kowalski, they hated Elton John.

It's our destiny, Kowalski!

Son of a bitch!

Shit, but...

Bob!

Let's go, crap.

You worms...

Shit.

Son of a bitch!

I knew I should've stayed at home!

Come on.

I had been waiting for you!

Laerte?

Don't say anything.

Yes, cigarettes…

I can read your mind.

Sit down.

You opened your boxes, your memories...

and from then...

You are seeing unusual things...

Kowalskis...

I don't know, a wild punk?

The brothers Kowalski

came to save

Bob Spit

to save a situation.

It's that, more or less.

Pop!

He's seeing unusual things...

Past, present and future.

How come?

The Old Animator.

I'm worried about them...

But I also don't believe in what they're saying...

Help! Saviour!

The scriptures!

I killed the characters because I don't think they can last...

You're kidding me.

- Let's go, let's go Angeli... - Bob Spit?

You didn't die?

Fuck, I don't have my file.

Shit.

Do I look dead?

What a crap.

Hey...

Do I look dead?

Don't fuck with me, I don't understand.

Bob Spit died. He was attacked by many Elton Johns.

What did you say, you little shit?

No, I didn't say anything.

Are you messing with me, you worm?

Are you messing with me, you worm?

What do I have of that?...

Angeli is not the same...

The old animator is an anchor now...

Wait...

Wait...

You are just another character...

I think, I, I...

Worms!

Fuck!

Get out!

Angeli...

Rê Bordosa?

The Old Animator.

What are you doing here?

The question is not what am I doing here.

The question is what are you doing here?

I...

I have already died.

I know how to kill characters.

Sometimes, for some characters, I don't even know how to make them.

but kill them...

I kill well.

I already know when he's going to die...

I already know when he's going to die...

Shit...

What am I really?

What am I?

I... I...

You are

the Old Animator.

The Old Animator.

There will come time when I will be able to...

In the end, I can try to make a story of my life, yes...

The Old Animator is a guy who went through a lot of things

and who no longer has patience for the rest...

I'M NOT HERE

Ah, this character escaped from me.

He didn't escape,

if he doesn't want to, he will stay there. One can carry him wherever he wants.

Uh, uh... everything will fall apart, yes.

I used to be an animator.

It may be I no longer know how to draw a fucking matchbox.

Have I lost my ability to draw?

I can try with one story...

Angeli is not the same.

He has changed.

He changed a lot, very much. And it's not a little bit.

Past, present and future.

How's that?

The only one who stayed was the Old Animator.

The old animator.

The old animator.

If the big life question is

"the glass is half full...

"or… half empty..."

the response should be

"why are you asking me about the glass

if I have a whole bathtub to fill".

So...

You're not coming?

Shit...

I promised I will never do this again.

I promised I will never do this again.

Orgy.

What an awful thing.

Where can you find a vodka prepared like this?

It's not in the sky.

Not in the sky, right?

I'm already too old for this.

Bob Spit!

Ah, the character gained his own life.

But he's old.

But he's still punk... yes...

- Bravo. - Bravo.

Ah, cut the crap.

The old animator!

Here is your pop.

No, this is Angeli's.

I only liked Elton John's first LP.

Hey, let's stop with this.

We can see, honey,

where two come, there comes the third.

So it's time for me to go...

Oops. It's getting hot...

I don't like people.

My squad was perceived as bad

and we used to create the idea that we are wicked, you know?

I wanted to be, I don't know, a Bob Spit.

But I was still not a Bob Spit...

You're already leaving, sweetie?

You're leaving? Think a little bit.

Punk isn't dead!

BOB SPIT - WE DON'T LIKE PEOPLE

Holy shit!

Genius...

Punk is not dead!

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