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I've been here a long time looking at you.

Two hours and 12 minutes, to be more precise.

Really?

During this time you spat eight times in the river

and, I reckon,

you raised your right buttock 5 times to relieve yourself.

So?

So...

I said to myself: "In a minute you'll be dropping your load".

But time went by and nothing happened.

Nothing?

Besides what I said, nothing at all.

I thought that you, Mr...

My name is Samuel.

Eloy, at your service...

I thought you were here with other intentions.

What about you?

Me? I'm from around here.

When I was a kid I used to come here to bum cigarettes off the sailors.

This was where I first sailed as a cabin boy on a frigate.

I know this place like the palm of my hands.

And I'll tell you something, Samuel.

People only come here at this time for two reasons:

to loosen their pistols,

or to die.

You're not the first one I've seen hoisted up.

I praise your patience, Mr. Eloy.

You've been here over two hours waiting for me to jump in?

Two hours and 12 minutes, to be more precise.

If I jumped in, would you get me out?

With all due respect, no.

I'd follow you.

I can't stand this shit anymore.

As that is the state of mind,

it's the right time for our last dive.

Shall we?

No.

First let's go and get a few drinks down our throats.

Heaven can wait.

Once I was called to make a rescue.

The sea was choppy.

It was a full moon.

So, out I went.

I managed to get to the place near Boca do Inferno.

We managed to grab the body. Sadly, it was too late.

It was a Spanish girl who had drowned.

We had no guiding equipment, no compass or anything.

I wanted to get back inside the bar,

and I got an idea.

I turned my back to the full moon,

the shadow was cast in front of me.

I made a mental correction

and I kept on following the shadow, and following it,

and I managed to get back to port.

Elsa, two more pints!

- Two? - Full!

Cheers.

Thank you.

Sit down.

Is that you?

it's so late...

Oh, Holy Virgin, save me from this suffering.

She's been like this for a year.

Pains all the time...

Sometimes she's better, but when the pains come back it's worse.

Rheumatism here in Alfama is a real disgrace.

A real disgrace.

Wait a little.

You bastard, you never even went to the chemist's to get my medicine.

Fuck you!

Cleaning your piss and shit every day...

- I've had it with this! I've had it! - Always getting drunk.

Always complaining and me putting up with you.

- I've had it! You hear? - You'd love me to die but you'll see!

I'm fed up, one day I'll leave and never come back!

Shut up! Shut up!

Get off my case, get off my case!

Bastard! Bastard!

Poor Esperança, who doesn't even come to see me!

- Get to Morocco, you fucker! - Why don't you go!

I'm the one who has to suffer! Oh, Our Lady...

Holy Mary...

Oh, Our Lady, I can't take any more of this!

My dear mother was always right...

She always said you were a drunk, a fucking drunk,

a whore lover...

Oh, Our Lady...

It's always the same thing!

And who's the whore you've brought home now, you bastard?

If I could move, you'd see what I'd do.

You're not man enough to take me on, you bastard!

All you think about is whores...

All you think about is whores... you pussy fucker!

That's all you think about, you whore lover...

You fucking whore lover,

you ruined the best pussy in Alcobaça!

But you'll pay! You'll see!

God will see to it. You'll pay!

You've even given me diseases!

Don't you want it?

It's good.

It's good. I made it myself.

Bastard! You bastard!

To get me pregnant was already hard enough

but with whores you take all your time!

And you come home in the morning, when you do come home!

But just you wait... you have it coming!

I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore.

You'd love to get the house, but it's not yours.

The work would be too much for you!

Shall we go?

That's it! Go to the whores, bastard!

Go on, fuck off! Fuck off!

Straight from tropical Brazil,

Carmen Miranda!

What a nice ass...

Look at her move!

You see, Samuel?

Why doesn't the tropical girl peel herself,

instead of bananas?

There are no whores anymore.

Tonight, they'll open up their little hot and humid pussies

of real princesses.

A man worthy of that name

must have at least a stroke,

and suck a twat.

Take it easy. This doesn't kill but it wears you down.

This is Esperança, the best pussy in the neighborhood.

Listen, get me a girl with a really good ass.

Maybe that one dancing with the thin girl.

Bring me the two of them. We'll see how it goes.

I see you are very popular around here, Mr. Eloy.

This could all be mine.

I never cared much about money. It was easy come easy go.

And then I went to sea.

Once you've been to sea like me, all this squalor is revolting.

What's wrong with the girl's voice?

She's dumb, the poor thing.

We've all got our own lot.

But she's got a heart of gold.

She's reserved for you.

Tonight I won't let her fuck anyone else.

So you are her protector?

I'm more than a protector.

I'm her father and I give you my little Esperança to fuck.

- Sit, sit. - Hi, I'm Eduarda.

Hello, I'm Bianca.

- Can I have a fag? - Take one, go on.

My name's Ivone.

- I'm going to have his cherry... - I doubt it.

Then I'll take it from you.

Shit...

Let's see...

Do you come here often?

Every evening.

Won't you have a drink?

We'll get to that...

Cheers!

You go with my friend Samuel.

But you won't wear yourself out. I think he's a limp dick.

Look, look, look!

I go to work,

Tired as fuck...

I'm calling and she won't listen

The cunt...

- Do you have rooms? - Yes, sir.

Two rooms with baths.

But not for five people. I've got two rooms for two people.

Let's go and empty these old balls.

Wash one's fanny, Feel the soap...

Tell me mirror,

is there a prettier twat in the world than mine?

Where were you born?

- Stromboli. - Stromboli...

That's an island, isn't it?

Yes.

- Do you know it? - No.

What did you do?

- My father used to fish... - When do we come?

- Was he poor? - Very poor.

And I got bored and I went to Milan.

I went to Milan and started working in a bar.

I met a man there...

Good morning.

Good morning.

Well?

Didn't I tell you?

You were right.

She indeed has the prettiest pussy in the world.

Come on, I'm going to buy you a tie.

Hello, Rodrigues. How are you?

So how was Benfica?

Tough... It'll be better next year. So, what brings you here?

I'd like a tie for my friend here.

There's plenty of choice.

We have a good choice.

Choose.

- That one? Okay! - Wait, I'll make your life easier.

Now it's easier.

So how much is it, for friends?

- One thousand two hundred escudos. - That's a lot of money.

- Can't you knock it down a little? - Okay, say a thousand.

- Special price. - Okay, fine.

It looks good.

- Maybe she's had enough. - Had enough?

Rosa Bianca!

Dance, Salome, dance for me.

Don't dance, my dear.

I'm ready, Tetrarch.

As old Herod used to say, Either shut up or fuck

As Herod is dead, I'm the one who'll fuck you

That does make sense.

I want the head of João de Deus Baptista.

Give her what she asks for!

She's just like her mother.

Once upon a time there was a very rich man whose wife died.

All he was left with was a very kind and dutiful daughter.

When, in Spring, the snow melted on her mother's grave,

her father took another wife,

who already had two beautiful daughters,

but who were very wicked to their new sister.

One day, the father went to market,

and asked them what they wanted.

The two sisters asked for pretty dresses,

and the first daughter only wanted a branch

that by accident had touched her head.

And so it was.

The father brought the dresses and the branch.

The daughter took the branch and placed it on her mother's grave,

and prayed and cried over the branch, that it turned into a tree,

and birds settled in it.

One day the king of that country, wanting a bride for his son,

held a party lasting three days to bring together all the girls,

and thus choose one.

Then the two sisters, who were very happy,

put on their dresses and prepared for the party.

But not wanting their sister to go, they gave her work to do

so she couldn't get a dress for the party.

But with the help of her friends the birds,

she managed to get the prettiest dress of the ball and some pretty shoes,

that captivated the Prince's heart.

It's sweetened. I've got a sweet tooth.

Shall we?

I love...

"I have received, my Hyperion, the letters you have sent from afar.

"Everything you say deeply moves me

"and loving you so, I often tremble

"when I see the tender youth who wept at my feet

"transformed into the warrior you are now.

"Will you not forget what love is? But go on! I am following you.

"If you were capable of hating me I believe I would even imitate you.

"I would make an effort to hate you,

"thus our souls would remain identical,

"and all would not be idle words, Hyperion.

"I myself am not what I once was.

"I no longer have a fond gaze on the world.

"All that lives has stopped being pure pleasure for me.

"Only the firmament, with its stars, still attracts my gaze.

"O, my Hyperion, come you swiftly to Calaurie,

"where you greet the silent forests of our love,

"where you greet me, then to rush back to your work.

"And do you think I fear the outcome?

"My beloved, I often feel it is close,

"but its most sublime thoughts are like flames that hold off the ice.

"Goodbye.

"Following the imperatives of the spirit.

"And do not let the war drag on,

"through love of the golden peace,

"of the day when the Laws of Nature will be written in the Great Book.

"Only thus will Life itself, Divine Nature,

"beyond any book, will inhabit the heart of the people.

"Goodbye."

It's over, Diétima.

Our men looted and killed mercilessly,

and our innocent Greek brothers from Misitra,

died, or wander lost,

their sorrowful faces marked out by crying

to heaven and hell for revenge against the Barbarians,

at the head of whom was I.

Now I can go and plead my cause.

Now all hearts come towards me.

But I was cautious. I knew who these people were.

Strange project this was,

wanting to form my paradise with a band of thieves.

No, by Nemesis!

What happened to me is fair, and I am ready to bear it.

I will bear it, until pain removes my consciousness completely.

Do you think I am furious?

I received from one of my faithful when I was repelling the carnage

an honorable wound.

If I were furious, I would pull off the bandage covering it,

and my blood would run to its rightful place,

into this mourning earth.

This mourning, bare earth,

that I so wished to dress in sacred woods

and adorn with all the flowers in Greek life.

And how beautiful it would have been, my Diétima.

Do you say I am disheartened?

O my beloved, misfortunes have gone too far.

Raging bands are breaking out in all directions.

Like an epidemic, greed spreads in the moray,

and if you don't also use the sword you will also be banished and killed.

In doing so, those who rage say they fight for our freedom.

Members of the savage people were enlisted by the Sultan,

and they do the same as the others.

I hear that our infamous army has been dispersed.

In Tripolossa the cowards faced Albanian troops

in very inferior numbers,

but as there was no booty to steal, the wretches fled.

The Russians, forty brave men who dared go on campaign with us,

were the only ones who resisted, and they all perished.

And so I am now as alone as Alabanda.

Since my loyal friend saw me bathed in blood, in Misitra,

he forgot everything else;

his hopes, his desire for victory, his despair.

The angry warrior had thrown himself on the looters like a vengeful good,

he took me from the fight,

and his tears wet my clothes.

He also stayed with me in the hut where I had to rest,

and I am pleased that this happened.

If he carried on fighting,

he would now be in Tripolissa, in the dust.

How this will now turn out I do not know.

Destiny hurls me to the unknown, and I deserve it.

My own shame exiles me from you, and who knows for how long?

Ah, I promised you a new Greece and instead I send you a funeral song.

In you I find your own consolation.