Original subtitles

Something strange happened today at the House of Representatives.

During a plenary session

an unbearable odor...

starting exuding from underthe Speaker ofthe House's rostrum.

Workers dug a hole in the Parliament building...

and found, terrified...

a shapeless, filthy blob... in the heart Brasilia.

Some journalists...

claimed that it was... the end of Brazilian "miracle".

But Serginho...

the head janitor said:

At last the great national shit has shown its ugly face."

Unfortunately...

Congressman Alfredo Chalupe, fell into the hole...

and died on the spot.

At his funeral were liberal Ministers...

housewives, and Indians with cassette recorders.

A colorful moment was provided by Neide...

a famous gay Congressperson...

a famous gay Congressperson...

who sang at the graveside...

the song "Babalu"...

to console the government officials in attendance.

Meanwhile, in Nova lguagu...

I LOVE YOU

You know how you make me feel?

Like I am obeying orders...

like you always wanted me to leave you...

so that you could cry like this aftenlvards!

"She left me!"

- Don't leave me, Barbara. - And the factory?

You always wanted it to go bankrupt...

so that you could say "l'm ruined."

Barbara, I have nothing left. Only this apartment...

and 1,200 boxes full of anatomic bras.

I don't know how a sophisticated man like myself...

could join such a ridiculous business.

That's enough. Carlos is waiting for me.

He has to change batteries today.

I can't understand why you fell in love...

with a man that has a pacemaker.

It's not only Carlos!

Everything can die at any time.

And you...

You make me feel like...

you and I are performing a crazy drama!

Barbara...

I adore you.

Don't leave me.

It's no use, Paulo. It's over!

Now turn offthat damn videotape.

Forget the videotape.

I don't love you anymore.

It's sad... but things end.

Give me...!

Give me...

- M6nica? - Yes.

I'm that wonderful guy that asked your number yesterday.

Listen... I'd like to see you.

Why don't you come over and listen to some music?

I don't know...

- Are you sad? - No, I'm half crazy...

I mean, I'm hoarse..

Tell me, what is you name again?

Paulo.

A shitty country, Oliveira!

Stupid people... they-re all a bunch of small time thieves.

This country is a barbecue. We are all mediocre.

Cowards. You, for example, you are an idiot.

Wait, you don't understand.

That's not what I meant. I didn't mean to insult you.

I'm an imbecile, too. I'm speaking metaphorically.

You really are an idiot!

Can't you see I'm using metaphors?

I know, Oliveira.

You developed the new glazed tile...

resembling old, beat-up tile. That's not what I mean.

Can I speak, please?

Doesn't anyone in this country understand me?

What I mean is we don't exist.

Brazil is a delusion. Only the people exist.

Petit bourgeois fools like you...

OK, like me...

Petit bourgeois fools like me don't exist.

The factory, for instance...

Do you know how long it took to disappear?

30 seconds.

The Minister was bribed to favor a foreign group.

Now...

me... here...

37 years old... without shit...

Only this apartment, that's not paid for.

I don't even know if I'll be able to pay for it.

And what is in it?

1,200 packages of anatomic bras.

A bank account with 150,000 cruzeiros.

And I'm cuckolded.

My wife ran away with my doctor.

A cardiac cardiologist.

With a transistorized heart. Sometimes at night...

he picks up Radio Cidade.

And listens to soft FM music.

He broadcasts classical music in FM.

I'll tell you something.

I may be wrong...

but I'm looking for palpability.

Palpability... Right, sort of...

concrete things. I want to live the real.

I don't want to live any more lies.

I won't work, I won't do a damn thing.

I'll stay in this apartment, selling everything.

I'm going to enjoy what interests me.

Photography, astronomy, poetry...

A woman's at the door. Wait a second.

You're different today.

- Do you think so? - Yes.

Be at home.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

Oliveira, my position in the stock market is excellent!

Sell all Vale shares, and buy Petrobras.

No, send the dollars to Switzerland.

Yes, petrodollars!

Marry me, Ulysses. Please.

Marry you? How?

Do you think my life is an adventure?

No, I have a wife. The poorthing...

My son is graduating in Agronomy.

And my daughter is getting married.

Do you think I can, Maria? Tell me, can I?

I can't stand waiting anymore, Ulysses.

You're like adream.

I see you only once in life... and again after death.

Don't you know that astronauts go insane?

I'm insane too.

I can't understand anything. My life's all mixed up.

Monrovia, Manaus, New York, Hong Kong...

I'm miserable.

My destiny is to keep flying.

Off to Tokyo. The plane's waiting. A Jumbo, dammit!

It's over between us!

I'll belong to anyone, except you!

I hope my damn plane crashes in an Asian desert...

and only myjaw is found!

I want to be identified by my chin...

in an Asian desert. Goodbye, Maria.

I'll go to bed with the first man I see!

- Take me to an Asian desert! - Women are a problem!

- Problem... - They are trouble, Captain.

I have 4 or 5 ofthem. Sometimes I have to hit them...

so that they toe the line.

They have to bring me what's mine, Captain.

You're the brick that's missing on my building.

I want to eat you, honey.

You're the medicine the doctor prescribed.

What's your phone number, doll?

Bye, Oliveira.

Invest in Tokyo's open market.

You're gorgeous in that dress.

Know when I last wore this dress?

13 years ago.

I wore at the prom.

I was 15. My uncle recited:

"The bud is opening, but the rose is closed."

But I wasn't a virgin anymore.

Lost my virginity at 12. With a carpenter out back.

He was old, ugly, dirty. He got me off with his hand.

He had filthy nails.

He made me dizzy...

Superdizzy...

I was 12 years old and fucked him.

He used to drive me crazy.

Aftenlvards, it made me sick.

But in the afternoon, when mama went out...

every day, I would go and ask for it.

He drove me crazy!

"Closed rose" my ass!

It opened long before.

And what really drove me crazy...

was having to go to a Catholic school.

I used to think:

"l am crazy."

And the other girls praying...

talking about boys touching their tits.

And me... in Uncle Tom's Cabin!

I didn't take a good look at you yesterday. I was high.

Neither did I. I was crying.

I had been beaten by a client.

A client?

Yes... a man...

An old man, a Boeing pilot" limp.

And why the formal gown?

In a formal gown you're always dressed up.

In a public toilet, a fleabag hotel...

and at the State Department.

I don't know a damn thing about my life anymore...

I can be here now, later in a trash heap.

So I dress up.

Life is hard.

Look at my little box. I have everything in it.

Needle, thread, razor blade...

a "Mandrix" that cost a fortune...

Tampon...

Salt. For low blood pressure.

Some things I don't know what they're good for.

"Thing", naturally... right on top.

Nice.

I don't go out without my little box. For luck.

I thinkthis dress is the most.

Don't you?

The most.

Today I'm also beginning a newthing in life.

I know I am. Tomorrow I may be dead...

or all set up. Who knows?

Now, I've really changed since yesterday.

A new life!

I'm sick of hanging around waiting, waiting.

The impression I had...

that I have...

is that my life was a lie...

a dream.

I was someone else's dream.

"Maria, turn over. More on your side."

And I turned over.

"Maria, get up". And I got up.

"Maria, shut up." And I shut up.

Is your name Maria?

Yes, why?

You said it was Ménica.

Ménica? Yes.

Street name.

No more.

If you say, "Maria, shut up", I'll scream!

Look, I feel like going out there...

and knocking things over... breaking street lamps.

You know, I always dream that I am...

killing a lot of people.

The other night I dreamt I was killing people...

with my high heel.

It's a platform heel. I spun it around like this...

and like this...

Crazy!

I'll tell you something.

I don't even know you, but I'll tell you:

What I want is...

a little more...

I looking for a little more...

- Palpability? - What?

Palpability. Things that are concrete, more real.

Yes, that's right.

Take some bread, spread some butter on it...

and think:

"l'm eating bread."

That's all I want.

Now, since I'm really crazy...

my thing is wearing formal gowns...

lots of sequins, and go out in the wind...

in sports cars, palaces...

Your house is a palace.

Palace? I'm broke.

In the wind, my friend.

Like 3..

Like an airplane, but making money.

Right, like an airplane, flying low.

Because I have to make a lot, you know.

Flying low over nightclubs...

over fancy apartments with swimming pools...

over the Mercedes Benz...

over the Country Club.

That's right, buddy, it's money!

Money in hand. Flying low...

over mansions and penthouses in lpanema.

Cash money! Money from sugar daddy...

money from his sons.

I don't know why I have this song on my mind.

I think it's about lansé. I heard it in Bahia.

I can't understand.

You said you wanted palpability...

and here you are like...

Like an airplane flown by a son of a bitch!

Are you crazy, madam?

Crazy my ass, dammit! I was crazy before!

Not now, I want money.

You're the sucker with the money.

Do you know anything more concrete than money?

Take it easy, girl! What nonsense is this?

I've done everything... I've been a receptionist...

stewardess, smuggler, of course...

masseuse, and something you won't believe.

I have a degree in Literature.

And I'm an astronomer, astrologist, photographer...

poet, bankrupt businessman...

I sell toilet paper in the bus station toilet...

I'm a drug addict, a tennis champion...

and, what's more, my company is out of business!

What's going on, man? You have lots of money.

You interest me. You have the dough!

Ant that's all I want from you.

You think I'm a sucker?

What's this money talk?

What's this sucker talk?

Listen, Ménica, Maria... whatever!

You'd better go!

I'm not paying-

Get your things and leave like a nice girl.

Take care.

Ok.

Wait. You have no right to think...

that everyone is a son of a bitch.

Is the gate downstairs open?

Is it?

Who are you, anyway?

You come into my house...

all dressed up...

dump on me and leave? ls Brazil crazy?

Does no one have feelings?

Come here.

I don't know you, but I'll tell you...

I'm a guy with feelings...

I get emotional.

Ithink I'm afool...

a Pierrot in love. An electronic Pierrot.

Look...

You make me feel like being a son of a bitch!

Iam, I am. Ok.

And I don't love you anymore.

I like not loving you anymore.

I look at you, and I don't feel a damn thing.

Thank God I had that abortion.

And now turn that damn videotape off!

Do you know how you make me feel?

I lived with her for three years.

She's a doctor. A coroner. Don't laugh.

She works at the morgue.

Barbara Bergman.

Looks like one ofthat director's characters.

Daughter of a Swede and a Brazilian.

Swedes come to Brazil, see the #mulatas# and stay.

He father killed himself.

He took caustic soda in a bar in Rio.

I'm very fragile...

very weak...

But I'm impressed...

because I can't get used to the idea...

of her living without me.

I see her like this:

Pieces... Hair...

hand... mouth...

smell...

Ah, her smell...

Do you still love her?

Yes, very much.

I'm still stuck on her.

And I stay here... afraid to go out...

I only went out once.

I got drunk and came home.

That was when I met you.

Yes.

I think I'm going crazy.

I'm angry because I hurt.

I thinkthis love business is ridiculous.

To keep thinking of one person is absurd.

But I can't help.

Only if you cut my head off.

I envy you. You are more modern...

with your little money making airplane.

And to celebrate our relationship...

affair, marriage, shacking up, whatever...

The most perfect toy ever created!

When did it begin? Do you remember?

On Independence Day.

The day we fucked for the first time.

I count our relationship from that day on.

Of course I remember. September 7!

Soldiers on parade, the Independence Dragons!

President Garrastazu!

And the crowd watching...

the gallant men marching...

and the two of us in the sack.

Give me a kiss.

Your tit... Now give me your tit.

Your tit...

She didn't give herselfto me.

She slipped through my fingers.

I felt like she was never there.

I was with her...

and missed her at the same time.

I remember...

she used to say:

"My love..."

I felt she was lying.

"My love."

See how it turned out.

I'm alone, sis.

I've got nothing. I'm ruined.

Nonsense.

You're sweet.

If you only knew the hard times I've been through.

I haven't seen a woman for over a month.

You're the first woman I've seen since Barbara.

Really? Not even...

Well, yes. True lonely orgies.

And I cried aftenlvards.

I wonder why.

The thought of me alone makes me want to cry.

Just thinking about me alone in this house...

makes me want to cry.

Poor little me.

Cry, my child.

Am I your first little woman?

I'm going to do it all.

Am I a stranger to you?

Yes, I hardly know you.

You don't feel anything for me? Not even pity?

Pity? I feel nothing.

Iam "nothing", right? Tell me I'm nothing.

You're nothing!

Ifl die, you won't care?

I don't care. You're a customer, worth nothing.

But you let me lick yourthighs, don't you?

- I do. - Because I'm going to pay, right?

Because you'll pay.

Because you're a pro, isn't that right?

Because I'm a pro.

A pro what?

I don't know.

Your work. What's your profession?

I'm a professional whore.

Is that why you let a guy like me...

a guy that's worth nothing, to lick you all over?

Yes, because I'm a pro.

I have to obey my clients.

Ifl don't pay you, will you punish me?

I'll kick you in the face.

Because I'm worth that?

You're worth nothing.

So there we are. Really crazy.

We hardly know each other and we already...

It must be hard for you to put up with the kinks...

of customers like me.

Excuse the trouble.

Don't worry, I'm used to it.

It must be crazy...

What you must learn in life...

Super traumatic...

Every customer...

is worth ten universities.

But I took up Literature, at Catholic University.

I know, angel..

But I'm talking about the school of life.

On the edge ofthe gutter...

You learned more as a whore than studying linguistics.

Yes, what I've learned... It's a school.

Why don't you leave this life?

I can't. I have a sick mother.

But... don't you feel bad?

Humiliated?

You get used to everything.

Don't go to Tokyo. Stay with me!

Stay with me, Ulysses. Let's to the beach!

Ulysses, stay with me!

I'm going to throw acid on your wife's face!

Acid, Ulysses!

What's the matter, dear? Are you all right?

I know...

Something to do with men.

This is nonsense, dear.

A pretty thing like you crying over a man?

You know, my husband... he is a pilot.

He has shell shock, but has never been to war.

But you're still young and pretty.

Leave this life.

I have some friends...

You could be a receptionist, whatever.

No. It's OK. Thanks.

Something. A healthier life...

a gratifying one.

Tell me, where does one pee in this house?

I don't know if my life would make a novel...

or an epic soap opera!

I don't want health, or a solution.

Literature:

"Every moon is cruel, every sun is bitter."

Know who said that? Arthur Rimbaud.

A fag that threw shit on the walls and then wrote.

"At times... I see infinite beaches in the

"covered with nations in Joy!"

See?

Literature College!

Catholic University.

"L won, I lost my day..."

"And comes the cold thing, also called night."

See? What a whore learned!

Or what a learned whore?

What a decadent woman of letters!

That's right, but I want nothing else.

Heaven, air space is madness!

The bottom ofthe sea is crazy, this country is crazy!

And I'm crazy too.

Baby, get me a Scotch.

Take it off my fee.

Hell, it's a crazy place you got here!

It's late. I'm going to sleep.

Why don't you spend the night here?

It's OK. I'll take a taxi.

Stay here.

I'll pay you tomorrow. You'll leave rested.

OK.

Look, Ménica... Maria...

I have to go downtown. Business to take care of.

What do I owe you?

10 thousand cruzeiros.

- Ten? - Yeah, ten thousand.

Here you are.

OK.

Look... It's early...

If you want to sleep a little more...

Just lock the door when you leave.

I trust you.

Just lock the door.

I think I became a doctor...

because of daddy's suicide.

When they took me to the Florida Bar...

it was like I was seeing it.

Oh, Christ, it's going to start all over again.

I was 11 or 12, I don't remember exactly.

I didn't want to go.

My nanny told me:

"Get dressed to see your father."

"Get dressed to see your father."

You've told me this story a thousand times.

When daddy fell...

...he hit his head on the table.

He was all bloody, on the floor.

I remember clearly.

He had dry blood...

in his hair.

Right about here, in the cen/ical region.

Since rigor mortis had set in...

he was taken stiff to the ambulance.

Stiff like this. Like you carry a statue.

My nanny told me:

"Your father took ant-poison!"

"He took ant-poison!"

Did you want me to see you?

Asshole!

-It's not what you think. - Are you his wife?

Ijust came to say that I'm leaving with Carlos.

Darling, forgive me.

-It's better this way. - Let me say something.

You always wanted me to go with Carlos.

It never came through my mind.

Let me say what I think. I don't want to interfere.

I think he set this up so that you'd catch us here.

No need to get upset, dear.

God, she is so beautiful. Let me explain.

I'll tell her, and it'll be OK.

We've been here an hour, and he hasn't screwed me.

- Faggot! - Bérbara.

Maria! Are you crazy?

Open the door, Maria!

Open the door! - You'll cause a scandal.

The neighbors... A scandal...

Maria, stop that.

Stop that!

You know I like that.

Maria, I want you.

A Supreme Court Judge lives next door.

To hell with the judge!

How are you, Your Honor? Everything OK?

Your Honoress...

This lock is a problem.

How are you, madam, Your Honoress?

Where are you?

Where are you, angel?

What are you doing there?

Wait, turn offthe light.

What is this place?

It's the room where I keep my life.

The museum ofthe mediocre life...

of a lesser Brazilian.

Show me your life, Paulo.

Show me...

My name is Paulo. I was born in Alegrete, Rio Grande.

Since I was a child I showed interest...

in the arts.

Let desire grow...

not the pleasure.

Pa-... Papaya.

- Papaya. - Pa- Pa-...

Papaya.

Me...

You...

Me... you.

Bed!

Television!

Me Tarzan, you Jane.

But sometimes... Me Tarzan, you Jane.

Me no Jane, What name me?

Name you is...

faggot.

oh. faggot!

What name you?

- Mine? Whore. - Me faggot, you whore?

My sweet little kitten.

My love...

- Kitten... - My love...

I'm getting stuck on you.

It's true.

Come here.

This is my grandfather. Hi, gramps.

This is my environmental sculpture of depression.

When I'm down, I go in there and have a wild one.

A real low downer.

Look.

Here is a reference to my past...

to my ancestors. The came from a small town...

and married each other, cousin married cousin.

The race degenerated into a bunch of syphs and fags. Dikes!

I'm the only one in the family who's not a fag.

At least not yet.

What's the matter, angel? Are you worried?

No. I'm Ok.

I think you're a woman... a person.

Don't worry.

I have the greatest respect for you.

I mean, you must be upset because I used you.

Because of your life...

What life.

Because you are... you have... you have customers.

- You don't care if I'm a whore? - Strong word.

No, not at all.

It's the influence ofthe environment, psychological factors.

Because I have customers? Ten thousand, one a day...

Like a dentist?

Relationing, meat lines...

Lines to screw me.

Meter running, tic-tac, tic-tac.

Who's next? You don't care?

It's a social problem. Capitalism, you know.

I'm not jealous of other men.

I think you're a... a real person.

A real person. An incredible person.

- I want to confess something. Tell me. I'll understand.

To me you're pure. Pure.

-L'm not a whore. - What?

-L'm not a whore. - You're not?

No. I lied to you.

I'm a normal woman.

I studied literature, I was a stewardess...

now I work at Marabé Cookie factory, as a secretary.

I made it all up. I don't know why.

- There's something else. - What?

I live another man.

I have an unbroken affair with another man.

The day I met you, we had just had a fight.

I don't even know why I gave you my phone number.

Ithink I was mad.

I'm stuck on him.

- He's an aviator. - Aviator?

Yes, and international pilot.

100 thousand flight hours, older, he has children.

It's an impossible love. But I'm stuck on him.

- No way out. -ls he nice?

No. He's a scoundrel.

My life is shit.

Black clouds ahead. Big storm.

Attention, passengers, brace yourselves.

Big turbulence ahead. A big storm. Pray.

Here I go. World War ll.

Or maybe World War I. I don't remember. After the Red Baron.

Where are you? Ah, in a black cloud, as always.

Hidden in there. I'll go after you in the clouds.

The sky isn't big enough for both of us, Baron.

I was hit! I'm going down! The engine is failing.

But I'll get him. I'll get him yet.

I have to confess something to you too.

- What? - Listen...

- You won't like it. - Go on. I'm strong.

Yesterday, when we were in bed...

I saw Barbara's face instead of yours.

- What's wrong? - Nothing. I'm OK.

But don't you have me? Look, I'm here.

Thanks.

What did I do wrong? Just because I mentioned Carlos?

Nothing. It's your tone.

Sometimes I think you want me to leave you.

Sometimes I feel like saying: "Go away now!"

Aren't you leaving some day? Nothing is eternal.

You and Carlos might even make a good couple.

You could talk about gastroenterology for hours.

Aren't you both doctors?

I can see both of you on a road...

talking about pancreas, appendicitis.

In a romantic ambulance.

Let's cut these bad vibes!

Enough flashbacks! Let's improve the vibes!

- That's right. - What?

That's tough. Tough...

Maria, what's the matter?

Do you know what it's called? Masochism.

You can't see it, but I can.

You, programming your own suffering.

Getting into the character. Easy to see, Maria.

It's like a spirit entering your body.

Can't you see this aviator is a ghost?

You're using him... to disguise your fear of men.

I'm here... That guy is a ghost, but I'm here before your eyes!

Listen, I want to get inside you. Come here, don't leave me!

Let me go!

I want to penetrate you. Stay inside you.

Stop joking! I'm not kidding!

Stop with your theories. Get out!

Maria! You around here?

Maria, how are you?? You...

Let me tell you something.

Take your Boeing and shove it up your ass!

Maria, don't leave. I'll do anything.

Look, I'm a magician.

Don't turn it off! I want to tape it for the future.

For the women ofthe future.

Show this to the women you may have someday.

- Don't turn it off! - I will not.

Let them see you're a louse!

Listen, honey, don't love him.

Don't love him because he'll never hear you.

He pretends to hear you, but he doesn't. He's deaf.

Paulo doesn't exist! He is a ghost!

And look at this madman's apartment!

He tapes himself. He's crazy.

Who are you? Queen ofthe Wonderful Oppressed Women?

That's what I am: an illusion!

Look at my body! All I have are my breasts, my body!

I have nothing, see?

But, at least, I knowthat I have nothing!

Give it to me... Give me...

It's your fault she left me.

Do you think I'm stupid, an idiot, a sucker?

My fault, bullshit!

I came here, and I saw what you had planned.

I came here to sell this lousy shampoo...

and give the money to my husband.

My husband has a project... Waldir Project.

It's a cosmological project to do away with bad vibes.

Not yet, Waldir?

Nobody wants to wash their hair.

I give up. I'm fed up.

I dedicated 2 years of my life to Waldir Project...

to catch the world's bad vibes...

And you come in here bringing bad vibes.

You have no money! Sorry.

- All you think about is money? - You never think about it.

Are you listening to me? Can I speak softly?

- Go ahead. - Can I?

I want to know if you could go downstairs.

Go to the pay phone and call your mother.

Ask her to loan us some money so that we can pay the gas bill.

I can only say one thing.

Waldir and I are into other things.

Terrible energy.

I hate the atmosphere here.

Now don't start crying.

-L'm a son of a bitch. - That's right.

Right, an asshole.

With a pretty woman like that...

It's quicker this way. To the right, please.

Where can I find Doctor Barbara Bergman?

Do you thinkthis is Rio Branco Avenue?

Go to Information, please.

Do you know how many corpses have arrived? 17!

A bus turns over, everybody hides. And me...

Call Paulinho! He's hiding in the cafeteria!

I'm leaving. I'll pile up the corpses and leave.

This used to be a nice place, my friend.

Everything in order, everything quiet.

Now it's this: anarchy.

A morgue, my friend, is money. Money!

What can you do? This is Brazil. Brazil!

Open the door!

Darling, I love you so much. I need to talk to you.

You knowl love you. - Paulo, darling...

-l'm holding a heart. - You mean you still love me?

No. I'm holding this heart. I have to work.

All I want is to make him feel.

I want to say something he'll never forget.

Make his eyes shine for me. But he... nothing.

Ifl shot him three times in the face...

he wouldn't even notice.

So I get mad, go out, cheat on him...

but I feel nothing.

With me you felt something, didn't you?

With you...

You felt something, didn

Maria! Maria... Sorry, I thought you were Maria.

I'm really sorry.

I cut... the blood flows...

The police fear I'll die in jail and let me go.

How many times have I been arrested?

This one here... This one... True desperation. I went crazy!

I wanted to die. I can't feel anything.

I can't feel love... I can't feel rage... Nothing!

I am two people.

I'm nobody. I'm craziness walking down the streets.

Look at the moon.

You... make me feel like...

- What's your name? - Paulo.

Paulo, tell me. What's that?

What are those lights? Those people?

I don't want to be a man. I don't want to be a woman.

What's life?

Kiss your lips, Paulo.

Caress your blond hair.

Kiss your breast. Kiss your thighs.

That's it... Kiss yourself, Paulo.

Do you know my name? Paulo... My name is Paulo.

I'm all yours.

Maria!

You're back. You're beautiful!

I'm glad you're back.

If you knew how much I missed you.

What's wrong? What happened?

What happened? Did I do something you didn't like?

We were enjoying each other. What's wrong?

What happened, for Christ's sake?

We were going great. What could have happened?

Nothing. Nothing happened. I'm crazy. Really crazy.

You're a wonderful woman. I adore you!

I went out in the streets... thinking that...

it was Barbara. But no, I was wrong. It was you.

I heard that song by Chico...

"Piece of me, half of me torn from me..."

I cried for an hour.

If you're still stuck on that aviator, it's OK.

You can tell me. Go ahead.

What aviator? I missed you too.

I can onlythink ofyou. I realized the same thing.

I missed you a lot!

- You missed me... - I missed you a lot.

You know, Paulo... I found out I like you...

A lot.

- I missed you a lot. - You're afraid of me.

Maria, I'm going to tell you something. Listen.

- This is the first time we meet. - The first time?

Right, the first time.

The other times, we were not here.

They were other people.

Look...

That's what's right. Unreal.

I was them. And you...

You were Ménica... Maria.

Angel, don't cry. Don't cry, my love.

I understand you. Fear is just normal.

Do you think I'm not afraid too? Fear is normal.

I swear, I really do, I don't feel like fucking.

I swear that I'm not the least bit frustrated.

I swear I want to see my mother dead...

if I'm the least bit horny.

See, my little girl?

Stop!

Stop, Paulo! Stop!

All right. OK.

Can't you wait? Dammit, can't you understand?

I get desperate, Paulo. I love you.

- My ass! - I do too.

- My ass! I know you.

So, what am I doing here? I came back to see you. I love you.

My ass.

This sentimental business... That's not love, baby.

Love is flesh, did you knowthat? Flesh!

Genitality.

It's not cheap, childish sentimentalism.

This talk of my ego and your ego is nonsense.

And once again the State Department

And once again the State Department

interfering with my sexual life!

Feminist, lesbian, dike talk.

Dike!

You never fooled me...

with the wicked whore bit.

Dike and frigid.

Frigid? I'm much more awoman than you think!

You're frigid!

You only become a woman when you change names.

Ménica is not frigid, but Maria is.

Scoundrel! Bastard!

You're a scoundrel!

You can onlythink of your hard-on!

You can only think of yourself, you punk!

Your mother is a punk!

I wonder why you, women, can only see selfishness...

in the fact that we want to screw you.

A while ago, when I wanted to screw you...

it was a therapeutic act, can you understand?

Yes, clinical!

I wanted to cure your cadaveric frigidity!

Therapy? Who gave you the right to try and cure me?

Are you a doctor?

Who gave you the right to come from heaven...

with your angel wings and your little prick to cure me?

Cut this therapy crap!

Yes, therapy! Good intentions!

Good intentions!

You don't like affection, do you, Ménica?

You like scoundrels, don't you?

You like scoundrels, don't you?

You like rapists, don't you?

Well, OK, I'm a rapist!

Let me go!

No use. I'll kill you. I'll kill you iflwant to.

Are you going to cure me? Cure me!

You'll cure me when I say.

Stop! Go!

Where's your little hard-on?

Act!

Act!

Do the faggot!

Come on!

Sing! Sing!

Sing like a lady-crooner!

Enough!

Kneel down!

On your knees!

Kiss my feet! Kiss!

Slave! Slave!

Rat!

I don't need a knife to kill you.

You see this sordid melodrama?

The two of us hurting ourselves...

It's not psychology, baby, it's politics!

Well, now I'm going to the end ofthis horror movie!

To the end!

Where is love? Where? ls it here?

Is it here?

Where is love? ls it here?

Where is love?

Where is love?

Is love here? Love?

Here!

Defend yourself.

Defend yourself.

Defend yourself, dammit!

Open m

Talk to me!

Son of a bitch! Son of a bitch!

How could do that, you idiot?

Fake blood? Fake bullets?

The blood is fake...

But the bullets... are real.

What is love?

Desire?

The love that joined together Romeo and Juliet...

Abelard and Heloise... Oedipus and his mother...

With these rare essences we made the soap...

"I Love You".

Jasmime, Réve d'Amour, and American Old Pine.

"I Love You", the Romeo of soaps.

Now in a new wrapper.

How pretty is a pretty thing.

How beautiful is a beautiful thing.

Young and lovely.

How I would like to tell you all...

about the thrill of a moment oftruth and beauty.

But I know it's impossible to feel everything.

Iwould like to thank this show's sponsors...

and this movie's audience...

for giving me this chance.