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Good morning to all.
Welcome to Sala São Paulo.
Our examining board had plenty of work to get to the final ten.
The candidates this year were exceptionally good.
Thank you one more time and good luck.
Mr. Ernesto Lubansky.
Mr. Laerte dos Santos.
Candidate 9 is on stage.
THE VIOLIN TEACHER
Hi, dad.
Hi, kid. Are you OK? What's the matter?
Everything's fine, dad.
- What a fright. I thought... - You thought I'd miss it?
You scared me to death.
They had a problem there,
- they had to put it off. - Have you got a date yet?
Not yet.
Have you received the package from your mom?
Yes, I got the DVDs.
Tell her I'll send some money as soon as I can.
Gilda is sending you her love.
Likewise.
- Bye. - Bye.
Give it up to him: Amaralina’s Mozart,
Laerte!
PRODIGY BOY. YOUNG VIOLINIST LAERTE DOS SANTOS...
Near the opera house where you?! play,
there's a very nice museum of musical instruments.
- Ifs worth visiting. - Wonderful.
And in Leipzig there's the Thomaskirche,
the church where Bach worked most of his life.
Sorry to interrupt your guided tour...
But I'd just like to remind you we came here to rehearse.
Let's do it.
Oh please, Ludmila! it's the third time you miss your cue.
We're rehearsing, aren't we Laerte?
Yes, but you're way too distracted.
Calm down, Laerte.
- We've practiced all day. - Yeah, OK.
- We're tired! - You're the only ones, huh?
Everybody's tired, but only you are stressed out.
Let's get it right at least once?
Laerte, frustration is something to be dealt with in therapy.
The thing is you haven't been able to play properly
ever since you got your implants. Ifs difficult to rest the violin!
Hey, take it easy, Laerte!
I'm sorry, guys. I'm done.
Lud, wait.
Ludmila isn't coming back, man. Very unlikely.
What can I do?
Calm down.
How will you get by?
Remember Marcinha Feitosa,
Felipe Guerra's girlfriend?
Yes, yes.
She told me of a project in the slums.
Teaching music to kids. It's related to an NGO.
I can't do it because of OSESP.
- The money isn't great, but... - I'm fine, man.
I'll get DY-
- Are you sure? - Yes, I am.
Do you want to have a beer?
- No... - Just one.
I'll take a rain check, man. I'm off.
VIOLIN CLASSES LAERTE DA SILVA
When something comes up, let me know.
- What's up? - How are you?
- I'm sorry to bother you, sir. - That's OK.
The manager's been pressuring me
to give you the drafts
for your late condo fees.
I know, it's just that I've been really busy.
Tell the manager I'll solve that, OK?
I need to leave these...
I need to leave these with you. Otherwise, he'll be angry at me.
- Thank you. - Thanks. See you.
- Is the lesson going to be here? - Yes.
I'll open it for you.
We've had two other teachers, but they had to quit.
But the kids have made a lot of progress.
Class! Class, please!
This is Laerte, your new teacher.
Haven't I told you not to leave instruments on the floor?
Shall we play something to welcome Laerte?
Shall we?
Samuel?
The Allegro!
Always The Allegro. Only because of his solo...
One, two, three, four.
We have to start from scratch, don't we?
A lot of posture issues, they can't even sit properly.
I can only sit with my ass, is there another way?
And they don't know the basics.
Put your viola on your left shoulder.
No, your other left shoulder.
You're fucking stupid, homie.
Watch your classmate. Show him.
You're gonna mock me now, Obama Junior?
Guys, c'mon! Show some respect!
Let's take it from the top, OK?
Once more. Play it like you mean it.
Three, four.
Is everything OK?
You won't answer the phone anymore.
I'm doing great.
Can't you tell?
Messias told me you're teaching. I couldn't believe it.
Ifs amazing that the kids are learning from you.
Relax! it's nice to teach in a community like that.
A slum, you mean.
So what?
I brought the number of that Uruguayan luthier.
Take your violin to him.
Fuck you, you piece of shit.
Watch out, punk. I'm watching you.
Smartass.
Are you OK there?
I'm fine, don't get involved.
I just want to help, young man.
Do you have 10 grand to lend me?
Then beat it, homie.
Good afternoon.
Only half of the class is present? That's a way to get ahead in life.
Ezio is absent today because he was flying a kite
and ended up losing a finger because of the power lines.
Shit gets dangerous here.
Today we're working on a song you already know.
Just to practice positioning, OK?
Twinkle, twinkle little star How I wonder what you are
Up above the world so high Like a diamond in the sky
Wow, homie!
Why are you positioned like that?
Like what?
Nobody has ever told you instruments should go together?
Cello with cello, contrabass with contrabass.
What are you doing there?
The girls don't wanna be around him, he doesn't shower.
He fads. This boy's gross.
OK. Back to the lesson.
Get the instruments ready.
Three, four.
Wait, wait.
Hello. Hi.
The least you have to do to study music is focus.
It's basic.
Get a grip, preppy! What the fuck?
Shut the fuck up, sucker. If I was a preppy, I wouldn't be here.
- Fucking cunt, we wanna practice! - Your mom's a cunt!
- My mom? - Stop that, guys.
- Your mom's a whore! - Don't talk about my mom!
Who gave birth to you? It must've been a cow.
- Stop that, guys! - Yay, bitch fight!
Beat the crap out of her!
Stop that!
Stop, stop, stop!
I'll fucking get you outside, fucking cunt.
- What is that? - I'll kick your ass.
Is that how you've been educated?
- Here. - Thank you, Samuel.
I didn't know I had come here to teach animals.
- Hey you, take your cap off. - You're gonna stare at me now?
I need to see your face while I'm teaching you.
Let's do it again.
- Sir, my viola's string is broken. - Yeah, right. OK.
- It's true, sir. - Yeah, OK.
Sir.
Sir,
can you tune it for me?
Come here.
It's from my father's church.
It looks old. Does it still play?
Yes.
- When did you start playing? - I was really small.
Didn't it bother your parents?
Only wrong notes bothered my father.
- There. - Thank you, sir.
This is one dedicated young man.
- Can I try it? - Sure.
- Get your bowing straight. - Thanks.
- Hi, son. - Hi, father.
- How are things? - Everything's great.
- You've disappeared. - I haven't called because
ifs been a real rush here in the past few months.
I can imagine.
Ifs hard to organize my schedule.
You must be really busy, huh?
The qua/Tet is going on tour across Latin America.
We 're playing Villa Lobos.
Your mother really misses you.
Send her my love. Tell her I'll talk to her soon.
- Take care, son. - OK.
- Bye. - Bye.
Twinkle, twinkle little ass
Howl wanna see you shake
Shake it, shake it, shake it good
Shake it for me like you should
Twinkle, twinkle little ass
Let me take your panties off
I didn't know we had a soprano who could sing in tune.
The lyrics are shameful, though.
Hey, twinkly ass.
La, La, Mi, Mi, Fa-sharp, Mi
Twinkle, twinkle little ass.
VR is a glowing dragonfly Right, pussy?
Today we're working on bow techniques.
It's an exercise called spider crawl.
Moll? One, two, three, wow!
Hold it by the screw in the correct position
and work your way up, as if it were a spider.
It's important to keep your finger...
Hey, young lady.
Young lady, are we interrupting something?
Do you want us to be silent so you can sleep?
She's pregnant, sir.
Well, let's start from the screw.
Keep your hand in the right position.
Work your way up.
No, the other way round.
Exactly.
Keep your hand straight. Keep doing it.
It might hurt but your hand will get...
Who wants some snack?
The class has barely started. No, sir, don't sell it.
Hey, young man. Get down!
Come back to the class.
Sir, please. Don't sell it. You shouldn't.
I'll ask the board to forbid you to sell anything here.
Do you want me to call the police?
Call Captain Nascimento as well!
Young man, you're pushing it.
You're pushing it too far.
You're pushing it too far.
I can't take it anymore.
VR is on probation.
Without an extra credit, he'll go back to Youth Detention Center.
This is really between you and him.
Laerte, be a bit more patient.
It's good that you came.
The NGO cleared the funds. Here's the advance you'd asked.
Could you sign the receipt?
The room we talked about is free. You can use it.
And if you convince them to rehearse on Saturdays,
I can give you a modest raise.
OK.
- Thank you. - Thank you, Laerte.
See you on Wednesday.
What's up?
Hey homie, doing good? I need to talk to you.
- I'm in a hurry. - No, you're not, brother.
What were you thinking, messing with Mr. Genival?
That police talk.
You don't call the police in the slums, homie.
We represent Cleiton,
the guy who does everything for the community.
We're turning a blind eye this time.
- Can I see your cavaco, homie? - It's a violin.
Let me see it then.
No, wait.
Wait, wait, wait. You're going to wreck it.
Give it back, don't touch it.
Play a song for me, homie.
Play him a song. Só Pra Contrariar.
- I don't know it. - That one...
Oh, oh, oh, oh You're gonna kill daddy like that
Play the song he's asking.
- Let me go. - Stay there and play the song.
Make the motherfucker play the fucking song.
Play the motherfucking song!
Ten faction guys surrounded me...
- Well, there were five at least. - Don't stretch it.
He pointed a gun at my head and said:
'If you don't play now, I'll blow your head'.
And you?
I got the violin and played.
I played really well.
You could've pointed a gun at me during the audition.
Maybe I would've passed.
What are you talking about?
This is nonsense.
What are you running from?
- Let's have another one. - I have morning rehearsal.
Please, just one more. Only one.
I can't. I have to go. Laerte!
Two more shots here, please.
Hey, sir.
Is it true some stuff happened to you?
- What was it? - They're saying, sir
that you picked a fight with Cleitão's guys.
Weren't you scared, sir?
A well played song will soothe even the fiercest beast.
What did you play?
I played Paganini's Caprice #20.
If it had been Twinkle, Twinkle we wouldn't be having this class.
Yeah, no way.
Well...
Let's take advantage of the little time we have.
Hand out these scores.
You wanted a different song, right?
It's a canon.
Leave the instruments aside. We'll sing together, OK?
We start with the cellos and the basses.
Re, La, Ti, Fa.
But we're singing together, OK?
Sir.
We can't read scores.
What do you mean, you can't read it?
- No. - That's it.
- None of you can read it? - No. No one's taught us.
You're kidding me, right?
What is this paper you keep passing around?
What is this?
What is this?
What is this, young man?
- Notes, sir. - Do, Re, Do?
I've written them down. Some people haven't.
I have to thank you for the opportunity
to learn from a student! Wonderful!
I'm so glad you taught me the right way.
These aren't notes. They're syllables!
What are you hoping to achieve like that?
Let's do it.
Pay attention.
This is a staff. This is a Sol clef.
Where's your mom?
She wasn't feeling well. She went to bed.
Here is her medicine.
Do you want me to unload the car?
Are you doing your homework?
Mrs. Maria.
- Is VR there? - You can go upstairs, Samuel.
Five, four, three, two,
eight, eight, seven, five,
nine, three, forty-two, six, two, nine, eight.
What's up, homie?
- All good? - Yeah.
- Want some? - No, thanks.
- Hey, can I study here? - Yes.
My father's complaining again.
Go to the slab. I'll meet you there, OK?
OK, thanks.
OK, ifs valid thru 09/2018.
We'll use it for a long time.
Fuck!
The password...
What's up?
Thanks for the space, man. It's tough at home.
Relax, homie.
When I pay off my debt with Skeleton
and the credit card thing takes off
we'll have an orchestra of hot blondes.
They have to be blond down there too!
I can do the inspection.
Hey, check this out. It's Bach.
Fuck, man.
All right.
You start with the violin, soon it'll be ballet.
Flip flopping, spooning at night.
Only with your sister.
Wait a minute, homie. Don't say shit about his sister.
- She gives the best blowjob. - Are you fucking crazy?
It was better when you were playing.
Excuse me, you know nothing about music.
Hey, wait. Stop that.
- Hi class, how are you? - Hi.
You know how important our performance is, right?
You need to play really well.
So Mr. Laerte asked me, and since there's no other way,
I'll let you take the instruments home.
To avoid embarrassing ourselves in the concert
you'll have to study a lot at home.
Sleep, wake up, brush your teeth holding your instruments.
Let's do well, OK?
And in order to really improve,
we'll need more time studying.
So we're having classes on Saturdays too.
Saturday?
I take care of my siblings on Saturday.
How will I manage?
Guys...
Obama thinks we're playboys now.
Sir, I can't because I work at my uncle's garage.
You're not fucking working, tell the truth.
You have to take care of your shit-faced father.
- Go fuck yourself. - He wets himself on the street.
- Mind your own business! - Gross.
Mind your own business, fucking white girl.
Hey! Stop!
I'm tired of this.
Everybody's got problems.
I'm coming on Saturday. You know why?
Because I've been through a lot I was thrown away.
My mom doesn't know how many siblings I have.
She takes me for granted.
But when I'm here, I don't give a damn about that.
When I play, I feel worthy.
So I'm coming on Saturday. I'm having this lesson.
Sir, I'm sorry but I can't.
If I don't take care of my father, nobody will.
Everybody's got a good father. Minds always drinking.
Speak for yourself, man.
When I get home, I'm the one who gets hit.
Everybody's got a good father my ass!
I knew I'd find you in your hiding place.
I met Lud, we were talking about reuniting the quartet.
I got some scores for your kids.
Bach's Partitas, remember?
How are things at school?
Six months and nothing changed.
That place is a pressure cooker, you have no idea.
I won't stay there for long.
I'm just giving the kids some basic notions.
Basic notions, Laerte? You?
I know you, you must be giving those kids a hard time.
There's this incredible boy there.
When he starts to play, you can't see anything else.
Like someone I know?
Anyone who can't sol-fa Pozzoli next class
will carry all the instruments.
- Sol-faing is a pain. - Because you're stupid.
- Sir. - What is it, Gi?
When I'm good enough, can I make some money playing?
How much more or less?
It's like any other job. It's like soccer players.
Half a dozen earn a lot, but most of them get by.
- Chicken feed. Bye, sir. - Bye.
Edileusa, wait. I'm going with you.
Just say it.
What is it?
Sir,
my father bought a car to sell meals.
My mom's sick.
I think I'll have to stop.
How are we going to play without you?
You are very talented, Samuel.
We'll find a way.
Thanks, sir.
Sometimes I get really screwed-up.
I feel like doing some crazy shit.
Chill, man.
You can stay with me.
Thanks.
How many times do I need to correct your sitting posture?
Do you think ifs right?
I'm talking to you. Look at me, Rebeca.
Do you think it's right? Is that the right posture?
- I think it is. - Yeah, right.
I've already given up on Joab.
I don't know what to do with you anymore.
I've been telling you this for almost a year.
One more time, capo.
My fingers are a little sore.
Just a little? Then I'm going easy on you.
If you sit up, it won't hurt
Shall we? From the start?
What is this?
- I haven't dismissed anyone. - The bell's rung!
I didn't ask if the bell had rung.
I'm saying I haven't dismissed anyone yet.
Are you holding us here, Obama?
Obama is holding you a little longer.
You're only leaving after you play it well.
Why aren't you playing?
I'm too clumsy, the boys won't let me.
Can you DWI?
You know Xavi, Barcelona's midfielder?
I play like him, but I'm faster.
When I get the ball on the left, there's no holding me back.
For real?
What do you think? I know nothing about soccer.
I just talked to the principal, she'll talk to your parents.
It won't work. My father's tough.
He said I can't play the violin or attend classes anymore.
It'll be fine.
Go, VR!
I think Black Box is dropping the ball.
He wants to take the PDQ terminal out of the scheme.
If we don't clone the cards, how will we pay Skeleton?
If you mess up with Skeleton, he'll waste you all.
Waste my ass, Skeleton is a fuckup,
he won't mess with us.
You're the fuckup, you didn't pay him back.
You took his money, didn't you? Now, pay him back.
If Skeleton messes with us, we shoot him in the face.
Right in the forehead.
Shoot him? You don't even have a gun. Chill, homie.
You don't know that.
I'll take a dip. Let's go!
- C'mon, dude. - I don't want to, I'm OK.
- C'mon, Smile. - I can't swim, homie.
You can't? You're learning now.
No, homie, c'mon!
Cleanse this body, oh Lord.
I can't swim, homie. Stop that!
Get Zé Pilintra out!
Stop Adalto, I'm serious. For God's sake!
C'mon, Jesus.
- Where were you, Samuel? - At the dam with VR.
You brat! You see your mother and I working our asses off. Why?
Because we like it, Samuel?
Because we want to see you and your sister far from here!
- I want my son far from this! - Take a shower, son.
My son won't hang with a bunch of criminals!
Raimundo!
Do you understand, Mr. Samuel?
- Do you understand? - Raimundo!
- You'll work during the day. - Son...
And study at night.
It'll be better for everyone.
It'll make me calmer.
Just for a while, until things settle down.
Here.
Chill, brother. We'll have our orchestra of blondes.
Thanks, homie.
What's that? Are you sleeping, Samuel?
Open these notes and spend more time on the trill.
The trill was good, but after this pad here,
you have to play more firmly.
Obama is doing private tutoring for Samuel now.
He just gave me a tip.
He has to give tips to us all.
- Always Samuel. - It's because they look alike.
Sir, look how many students you have here.
Guys, this is not true.
You're messing up, Obama.
Very nice, kissing the teachers ass.
- See you next class. - If we have one.
Mr. Manoel said he'll give me a job.
- At the hangar as a watchman. - Watchman, homie?
- How much? - 600 bucks.
A watchman earning 600 bucks doesn't get any.
Of course they do.
- You won't get laid. - 600 is good money.
If you want real money,
I'll talk to Adalto to have you in our credit card scheme.
Then you'll have real money.
What's up, Black Box?
- Who's that? - He's my friend.
Here's the deal: Mr. Leonel is wary.
The terminal stopped working and he wanted to call a technician.
We'll have to lay low for a while.
No homie, we can't. Skeleton will get us.
I'll try to put a skimming device where my cousin works.
- Sod this out quickly. - Will do.
See you.
- Want some? - No, thanks.
Are you sure?
I met your dad when I picked up the food.
I was really embarrassed, he was all nervous.
And how is my mom?
She's better.
Go see her when your dad is working.
We'll have to squeeze to make a circle.
Get the chairs out and let's make a circle.
Ifs Saturday, everybody cheer up.
The is how it works.
The work is on Mourão.
You make a mistake, you're out.
The winner gets this CD here.
- Is it rap? - No, it isn't.
Ifs Beethoven's Symphony n° 9 by the Berlin Philharmonic.
The best philharmonic in the world.
One day, I'll play for them.
What's wrong? Let's do it. Go, Thais.
Let me see who's next...
Samuel!
VR!
Rebeca!
Tati!
What is that?
Out, out!
Shame on you.
Gabi...
Good.
Anísio!
You said you had understood!
C'mon guys, just three now. Faster.
Samuel.
Go!
Lilian!
C'mon, sir!
- No, no. - Just for a while.
I'm tired.
I have to wake up early tomorrow.
Hey, homie! You're a fucking good dancer.
Way to go, homie.
Let's snort some!
- I'll take a piss. - Fuck, homie!
Look how nice.
Some pussy, some snort
What's up?
What's up your ass, where's my money?
Chill, Skeleton.
Come snort some with us!
Our scheme is working, we're celebrating!
Celebrating?
So? Say something.
You'll have your money next week.
- Next week? - I talked to Black Box.
You talked to him? Are you kidding me, boy?
Beat it, skank.
Tell me something I don't know.
There was a problem with the terminals.
Black Box is dealing with it.
It'll be working tomorrow.
If that was the problem, ifs solved.
We'll have your money until next week.
- Open your mouth. - No, man!
Open your fucking mouth.
You really are a fuckup.
You're not worth a bullet.
I'm giving you one more week to get the money, OK?
We'll pay you. We will.
OK, don't fuck it up!
Or I'll dig your grave.
- What's up, man? - Hey.
- All good? - This early?
I have amazing news for you.
There'll be another audition at OSESP.
It's for Head of Strings.
Here, I brought this.
You can start studying the program, man.
What is it, Laerte?
Things are getting better.
Lud wants to rejoin the quartet.
OK guys.
Let's work again on that song.
You were going to start a new one today.
It's always good to recap.
Next class we start a new one.
What was the song again, João Vitor?
Who's there?
I'm armed.
I'm fucking armed!
Are you crazy, homie?
If I was a thief, you'd be damned.
What are you, cloning cards?
Adalto and Smile are waiting for me on the street.
We're going to Juiz de For a to get Skeleton's money.
He went to your house yesterday, scared everybody.
Your grandma was desperate.
Give my grandma this money.
Tell her I'll call her as soon as I get there, OK?
And you can stay there, no problem.
- OK? - All right?
Take the violin with you.
Are you crazy? I'll be working!
- Find some time. - What about you?
I'll take yours. Here.
- Bye, guys. - Bye, sir!
Hey, stop there.
Cleiton wants to talk to you.
I can't. I have to get the bus.
- We'll take care of the bus. - Come with us.
Cleiton wants to run something by you.
Cleiton wants to talk to you.
Come with us, ifs quick. We'll show you the way.
Hurry up, homie.
All good?
Wait a minute.
Come on in, teacher. Make yourself comfortable.
I'll hold this for you. I got it.
Come on in. You're home, teacher.
Hi, boss.
Here's the teacher.
Welcome, teacher.
- Are they treating you well? - Of course, boss.
We really appreciate your work in our community.
It's my daughter's birthday next month.
Carolina.
She'll be 15.
A very important age for any woman.
My wife wants live music.
When Mrs. Grazi wants something...
She wants waltz, teacher.
- Which waltz? - The gas company one.
What? That one...
I'd like you to play.
A month isn't enough time.
There's only one problem. One of my students...
Can't rehearse because of a problem with the faction
and without him the presentation wouldn't be perfect.
- What's his name? - VR.
Just a minute.
Make yourself comfortable, teacher. Have a seat.
OK then.
Thanks.
The boys borrowed 10 grand to set up the cloning scheme.
Skeleton said he'll drop it to 7 if they play.
You'll have to play really well, homie!
Wait! What's going on, guys?
What's the matter?
Are you sleeping, Anísio?
No.
But look at you!
- I'm tired, sir! - My foot!
C'mon, we have to touch the audience.
So, stop dragging your heels.
This is waltz, we have to play it more intensely.
Let's cheer up. Wake up!
Be strong, GUYS-
That's it. Much better!
Hi, girls.
I heard the news.
Laerte...
A drug dealer's party?
I'm responsible for this school.
What if they write a newspaper article about it?
'Students play in drug dealer's party'.
I know, but what could I do, Alzira?
What am I going to do?
Do what you have got to do.
Do what you have got to do.
I can't be responsible for this.
Ifs your responsibility.
If something happens to instruments or the kids,
it'll be your responsibility.
By the way, I know nothing about it. We never had this talk.
The boy's here, Skeleton!
Lucky you it's my goddaughter's birthday
and I really respect Cleitão.
If not, I'd waste you and the other two smartasses.
Let's sing happy birthday.
Biro Biro, get the cake. C'mon, Cleiton!
If you keep playing for time, I'll handle this myself.
Thanks, Cleitão.
Hey, sir. Just chilling there?
I'm thinking about the audition.
What audition?
OSESP is hiring a Head of Strings
and I'm going to audition.
What if you pass?
Then there'll be a lot of rehearsals and trips.
So, if you pass
you'll be done with us? Is that it?
No way. Soon you'll have another teacher.
You're very talented.
You have to perfect your technique somewhere else.
We'll keep in touch.
Keep in touch my ass! You don't care about anyone!
What about our concert?
I left my parents' house because I believed you.
You're just another guy who'll leave us hanging.
Samuel!
Samuel!
Let's go!
Let's go!
What now?
Relax.
Pull over!
What the fuck!
It's a stolen motorcycle.
He'll get us.
Pull over, VR.
Stop, VR.
Hit the gas!
Go, go!
Move!
We're fucking home! Go, Corinthians!
Are you fucking crazy? Do you want to kill me?
Chill out, shit's crazy.
We almost fucking died.
I'm a fucking pilot.
Stop, I'm getting off. Stop!
I'll stop when we get home. Chill out.
Speed up! Go, go, go!
Stop, man!
You could cut the atmosphere with a knife here in Heliopolis.
It's the fourth clash against the police in two months.
Around 800 people closed Estrada das Lágrimas this evening.
The situation is very tense.
The population's built barricades and set fire to many buses.
The uproar's reason is the death of minor Samuel Alves da Silva,
a high school student shot during a police chase.
Sergeant Paiva claims the boys exchanged gunfire with the police.
Get out of here!
The boys were innocent, damn it!
You shot them!
Shoot me, fuck!
I need to get in there.
You rats!
I need to get in there, I know the boys who...
Go home. Leave!
I know that boy over there.
Go the fuck away!
Nobody needs you here!
Get out of here!
These are the slums, ifs all ours!
You cowards, fucking murderers.
You killed the boy, beat it!
Nobody wants you here!
Nobody needs you here!
Beat it!
Fuck you!
Beat it!
You killed the boy!
Candidate 7 is onstage.
- Dad? - Hi, kid
Tell mom to set up the party because her son
is the new Head of Strings of Brazil's most important orchestra.
I can't believe, kid!
- You did? - Yes.
Oh my God!
You can't stay with us until the concert for the NGO?
I can't.
Are you sure that...
We can change the schedule.
Do you want me to talk to the kids?
No.
I have to do it myself.
Is everything OK?
I want to talk to you.
Sometimes I feel like there's a beast in here,
a fucking headache.
Then I get the violin
and it gets a little better.
Calm down.
Calm down.
Have you seen the other guys?
We've been rehearsing for the NGO's concert
it'll be a tribute to Samuel.
What are you playing?
Vivaldi and Bach.
They were his favorites.
Bach is difficult.
You won't have the time to rehearse that.
That's why I'm here, to ask for your help.
I can't miss my rehearsals, I'm on probation period.
I'm sorry.
Sorry.
Samuel was on my pillion.
He asked me to stop, but I didn't.
Stop, stop!
This passage isn't steady enough, Anísio. Try again.
It can get better, guys.
- Finally, sir! - You can sit down.
Let's pick up where we left off.
Go!
Go, Samuel!
- Good evening. - Good evening.
Twenty two seats for us, please.
All on this credit card. Quickly, please.
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