Original subtitles

You need some help, Mr. Marcelo?

- You sure? - I'm good as new.

Mr. Zé, what time does Mércio get here?

He's supposed to be here by six, Mr. Marcelo.

- What time is it now? - It's 3:25

- Alright, thanks. - You're welcome, son.

- WHAT U INTO? - EVERYTHING BUT I WANNA GET FUCKED

- Good morning, Mércio. - Good morning, Mr. Marcelo.

You sure got up early today!

I haven't gone to bed yet. Got home late and couldn't sleep.

- Partied hard, huh? - Yeah, kinda.

- Fuck, seven shots. - That was near where I live.

Did you know him?

No, but this guy used to work with my brother-in-law.

- My brother-in-law knew him. - Right...

- Good morning. - Good morning.

- So you live in Iputinga, then? - Yeah.

I'm going that way later.

Some friends are away and asked me to watch over their cat

The cat?

You're a good friend, you know that?

Not many people would do that.

What time do you get off?

We could take the bus together.

- I get off at six. But I got a bike. - Oh, ok.

I can give you a ride.

Really? But I got a backpack.

I can hold the backpack and you sit on the frame.

Awesome, let's do it.

- Hugo's gonna be by himself? - Hugo and Lucas.

- They're a couple, right? - How can you tell?

- I just caught on to them. - Got it.

- What about you? - What about me?

- You go out with men? - What do you think?

I think you do.

Obviously, right?

- But you're different from Hugo. - Am I?

I mean, it only shows when you get home drunk.

Really? What am I like when I'm drunk?

I don't know, more relaxed, prancing around.

- So I'm flaming queen? - I didn't mean it like that...

- What about you? - What about me?

- You ever been out with a man? - No way man, I'm married.

Oh...

- Let me show you my princesses. - Let me see.

- Jessica and Tayane. - Aw, they're beautiful.

- Good morning, miss Luana. - Good morning.

What about your wife, got any pics?

She didn't let me have it, said she looked ugly.

Got it.

- I gotta rest. - No worries, man.

- No, that's ok. - You sure?

So, where are we?

Cérrego do Jenipapo.

I didn't know this route.

- You got water in your backpack? - No.

Come on, we're close.

Fuck, you couldn't bring some water?

- Come in. - Excuse me.

- You talking to the cat? - To it, also..

Come here.

It's not cold though, ok?

No problem. I'm so thirsty, I'll take anything.

You like this?

Hey, it's ok. It happens.

You won't get it up.

Let me fuck you, then?

No way, you crazy?

What if I dry hump you?

I can cum this way.

I'm gonna go, my wife's gonna suspect something.

- Who is it? - It's Mércio.

- I've come to pick up my keys. - Come in.

The one you put in your pocket last night?

Cum with me.

- Morning, Marcio. - Morning, Mr Marcelo

- Morning, Marcio. - Morning, Mr Marcelo

You're pretty good with your mouth.

- Morning, Hugo. - Morning? Graga Aralijds on already.

Good afternoon, then.

This strike's gonna fuck up your biological clock.

Leave me alone, girl.

- Did you just wake up? - Yeah.

- Did you log in to Facebook? - No, why?

'Cause you're a think piece topic today, honey.

Who's dissing me?

- Queen Cobra. - Uh-oh.

I told you you couldn't pull off drag.

TRANS WOMEN DESERVE RESPECT, NOT A CARNIVAL PARADE

Gimme a break. Can't they deserve respect plus a Carnival parade?

I don't know, transphobe.

Get the door, will you.

- You go. - No man, I've been out all morning.

You were sleeping 'til now.

- Come on, I'm glued to the couch here. - No.

- Go, Hugo. - No!

- Don't be a dick. - Fuck this shit.

Hey, Mr. Hugo. Hey, Mr. Marcelo.

Mr. Marcelo, could you please spot me 2 bucks?

So I can buy me a soda.

I went to get it at the gas station, but they're out of change.

- Sure, just a sec. - Great.

What's up, Mr Hugo? Where's Lucas?

I don't know.

Here you go.

I'll pay you back later.

- Ok, no problem. - Good day.

- What's with the long face? - Just my face.

What's the matter, Hugo? Like I never lent you two bucks.

Oh, you've lent me more.

I have nothing to do with that, I just don't want you bringing him here.

- Because he's a doorman? - A doorman here.

- If he worked elsewhere it wouldn't be a problem? - No.

Listen, queen, I'm not gonna argue with you.

- You're a victim of prejudice too. - Excuse me?

People say you're a cradle robber.

How many years is Lucas younger than you?

Ten. So what? If he's into older men and bears, the better for me.

I'm not prejudiced, dude.

You can let him buttfuck you anywhere, just don't bring him here.

I'm gonna go to bed.

Go. It's the only thing you know how to do anyway.

Yaas kween!

Sorry, Linda had too much to drink,

but they've taken her out of the pool already.

- They're calling the police. - Who's calling the police?

- 204. - Who told 204?

I don't know... They must have seen it.

- So they were watching the party? - I don't know.

You're pissed 'cause I didn't invite you.

It wasn't me who told them, they just buzzed me.

It would be bad for you, asshole.

What would 204 think?

Mr Marcelo, you know loud music isn't allowed in the premises,

so I think you'd better turn off the stereo.

Mr Marcelo my ass!

Mr Marcelo can go suck my fucking cock!

- I'm glad you called. - Really?

I was just about to take a dip in the sea...

- and remembered my phone in my pocket. - Oh, ok.

But that's not the only reason I'm glad.

- I called to wish you a good year. - You too.

- Are you at the beach? - Yeah.

- Did you jump over waves? - Yeah, all seven.

I mean, I jumped over eight, 'cause one was too weak.

And what color underwear you have on?

- Yellow. - Yellow? Don't be greedy, man!

I wanna live the good life!

What about you, what color are you wearing?

Red.

- Listen... - Yeah.

Did you change your phone operator?

Yeah, I changed plans...

So that's why I didn't hear that noise it makes when we both have the same operator.

Yeah...

I'm running out of minutes and the call is gonna drop.

Damn... I don't have minutes either, I forgot to get some.

But let me tell you something quickly, then.

Yeah, go ahead.

Let's see each other this year?

Sure!

- You still there? - Yeah, I'm st--

THE DAYTIME DOORMAN

Translation: Pedro Pinheiro Neves