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Coward! You coward...

"This story is a work of fiction and happened between 1957 and 1961."

Don't go away, Carlos, don't go.

- We'd be just procrastinating. - No.

Why do you want to go away, Carlos? Why?

It's useless. It's like a cancer.

I think it's been 5 years.

It was 5 years ago.

At that time, it was Ana.

It was just Ana...

She didn't want to come.

I thought I loved Ana.

Citizens, take part in the Civic Education campaign...

to try and help the poor, so that the poor citizens...

I can't on Sunday, Carlos. My mom is not feeling well.

Saturday, I have to work. My boss asked me to.

- But I must visit mother on Sunday. - Go visit her tomorrow.

São Miguel is not so far. Take the train, it's a 40 minute-ride.

I can't either. Why insist on something I can't change?

If I don't pay the bills, who will do so? Who?

Do you know how it feels to have your mother in hospital and no one to help?

You know how that feels?

Do you know how it feels to have your mother in hospital and no one to help?

You know how that feels?

The sea has become rougher.

- Bye, Ana! - Bye, Glauco!

Bye, Waldyr!

Oh, Carlos...

Do you remember that old Mexican movie, "La Pecadora"?

I hate Mexican movies.

Yo soy pecadora

pecadora como mu jer de filme mexicano

I thought I loved Ana, who wanted to live as in a Mexican movie.

But I earned too little.

I quit my job at the office when the car industry opened new positions.

I just had to open the paper and choose.

"Automobile industry needs young competent professionals."

With my industrial design diploma, I soon got a job at Volkswagen.

The work was hard, but the pay was better.

I began in the quality control sector as production manager.

Carlos, they want you at the office.

- Who? - The boss.

- Go on, I'll finish this. - Can you do it for me?

Sure.

Arturo was also a child of the Brazilian automakers miracle.

A large shed, some old machines, a bunch of workmen...

and a belief he'd sell gears to Volkswagen. And he did sell.

His shed got larger. It became one of the 2,000 auto parts factories...

that boomed in São Paulo overnight.

Before my boss, Arturo and I acted as two total strangers.

I pretended that if we could find better stuff...

I'd never allow Volks to buy Arturo's gears.

But we had no alternative.

We had to comply with the automobile nationalization plan.

Arturo was insistent and had his means to convince people.

His auto parts were approved and everybody was happy.

I wish I could believe you, but I'm afraid.

You know what's like a woman being afraid of doing what's best for her?

The man might be good, but if he has no money, he's worth nothing, right?

- You know I'm not ambitious. - No, I don't. Besides...

your mommy is sick in an asylum, right?

Please, don't start with that again.

I'll take you there some day and you'll see it's true.

Whether it's true or not, you're a slut. Your only concern is money.

- I hear the music. - I hear the music.

- I don't hear you. - I don't hear you.

- Do you see me? - Do you see me?

- I drink water. - I drink water.

The door, please.

Let us continue.

- I drink water. - I drink water.

- I don't drink whiskey. - I don't drink whiskey.

- Do you drink milk? - Do you drink milk?

- I play the piano. - I play the piano.

- I don't play tennis. - I don't play tennis.

- Do you play the violin? - Do you play the violin?

- I speak English. - I speak English.

- I don't speak Portuguese. - I don't speak Portuguese.

- Do you speak French? - Do you speak French?

- I smoke cigarettes. - I smoke cigarettes.

- I don't smoke cigar. - I don't smoke cigar.

- Do you smoke a pipe? - Do you smoke a pipe?

- Do you dance the valse? - Yes, I do.

I finished Junior High and didn't want to keep on studying.

My parents didn't care much. I'm lazy.

Why did you decide to study English now?

One never knows the future, you know.

It's handy to know some English.

- Handy? For what? - Just handy.

Suppose I need to work some day.

The pay is higher if one knows another language.

- Can you typewrite? - No, I'm learning it.

So you left all the study for now.

Yes.

- Are you... an only child? - No. I've got a brother.

- He's in Brasilia with my parents. - Don't they live here?

Yes, they do, but they have a hardware store there.

Lately, they've been staying half the month there.

My brother takes care of the store but he doesn't have much experience.

He didn't want to keep studying either. So father made him work.

Right. Men need to work.

- I have to go, it's getting late. - I'll walk you there.

There's no need. My bus stop is just behind the school.

As you wish. When can I see you again?

At school.

But that's just next Tuesday. Can't we meet before that?

Well, I don't know.

If you want, there'll be a little party at home on Sunday.

It's not really a party. Just a bunch of friends.

Every Sunday we meet at someone's house.

I'm not sure you will like. They're a bit young.

Do you think I'm too old? I'm just 25.

No, that's not it. They're a bit too young, that's all.

It doesn't matter.

Okay, as you wish.

- See you on Sunday, then. - Okay.

- Bye. - Bye, Luciana, see you.

Bye.

Let's catch a movie, Luciana?

- Leave him there, sleeping. - I can't. No way.

- You really don't wanna go? - No.

See you.

You sure you don't wanna come?

Next time I'll go.

Bye.

The other day I came by the favela

But she wasn't there

Today I walk around the city

And I finally come to see

That happiness is no more

My favela, which was hers And which was mine

Has left me such a longing

For nothing else she left behind

- Hadn't you a newer song to sing? - I'm old, don't know anything new.

"You think I'm too old? I'm just 25."

I'm still a little girl, just 21.

Aren't you ashamed of hanging out with those playboys?

At least, they can dance, something this old man can't do.

Instead of having fun, he just sits there drinking whiskey.

Only drunk I can cope with all that boredom.

You... you need to go, Carlos.

My aunt is coming over, I don't want her to see us alone here.

And you still got an aunt? That's all I needed.

But of course!

What did you expect? That I was left alone when my parents were out?

If I knew, I wouldn't have waited this long.

So leave at once. Nobody asked you to stay.

You weren't even invited. You came because you wanted to.

And period! Whom do you take me for?

Don't get nervous, honey. I didn't think anything wrong.

Your aunt can come anytime she wants...

I just think you're like any other girl.

When you have the chance to be alone with a man...

- What do you mean? - Nothing, honey, nothing.

I'm just honest.

When two people like us have the chance to be alone...

what else is there to do?

You're drunk. If you weren't, you wouldn't have the guts to say that.

That's exactly why I hit the bottle.

Poor fellow.

I have to sleep at a friend's tonight.

Why?

My aunt can't come over.

Are you going there?

- Over there. - I'm going too.

I thought I heard a shot, but don't know what happened.

- Excuse me. - Let me in, sir, I'm her neighbor.

Step back!

Please, officer, let me see what's going on inside.

- The janitor is coming with the key. - It was such a fright!

- Here's the key! - The janitor brought the key.

Good Lord, what's happening in there? Open up right away.

Can he open it?

- Did you open it? - Excuse me. Excuse me.

I'm a friend of hers, officer, can I come in?

Alright, come in.

I saw her in the elevator a few days ago. She looked so pale!

I asked if she needed anything and you know what she said?

A cuss word!

- What was her name? - Mrs. Hilda.

Hilda something. She was married to an engineer.

Not an engineer, a farmer.

Did you know this lady well?

Yes, we were friends.

Four years ago, Hilda worked at the same office I did.

She quit after arguing with the boss. She didn't keep a job too long.

But she could have as many as she wanted. I didn't see her too often.

You know of any reason, anything in particular for her to do that?

Many.

Hilda could've had many reasons.

What could that officer understand about her? What did I understand?

I don't know. Hilda had the need to be different.

Three days ago it could've been possible.

We had a chance to get to know each other better.

Did I make a serious effort?

What did I really feel when I realized Hilda was lost?

Maybe Hilda expected too much.

She wanted too much.

She had the need to try everything...

to go deep into everything.

You have to pay in advance.

- How much? - A thousand bucks.

That's too much!

If you want it, this is the price.

Third floor, at the end of the hall.

That guy took my last bill.

Pity. We could've gone to my apartment.

- Why didn't you say before? - You didn't ask me.

And I like to come to places like this for a change.

- That's foolish. - It's foolish, but it's sexy.

I like Segall.

He's one of the artists who best expresses the horrors of war.

Segall stood at the side of the defeated, the humiliated.

Human beings are his main concern. Men and women endure suffering.

Each one of them portrays a real pain.

I always derive a deep but serene emotion from these paintings.

It's an almost silent protest.

Very different from what one derives from Picasso's Guernica.

A rebellious cry in face of the outrage of war.

- From what? - Guernica. You don't know it?

Wow... So you don't know anything.

About what? About war?

No. The art of painting. You know nothing about it.

And what do you know of war? What you read in books, saw in movies?

Why? Do you know anything of war?

How many Brazilians know? The veterans who fought in Italy?

Those who took part in the Revolt of 32?

How many truly know something?

At least, I don't say a guy knows how to best express the horrors of war...

when I never took part in any.

Listen to the Lord's word. For His word is the savior of all mankind.

Only those who listen to It can find salvation and get into His realm.

Break down the pride of the princes and kings of Earth.

I lift up my voice to God and cry out. I cry out so He'll meet my needs.

On the day of my anguish I search for God.

Hilda is dead, right here in front of me.

Four years ago, none of us would guess things wouldn't work out right.

That none of us would want to grow older.

That one would leave the other behind.

That everything would pass so fast...

like everything that comes to pass in São Paulo.

Our hands were empty, we had nothing to say to anyone.

We could do nothing to no one.

Hilda is dead.

And she could find no war to be the excuse for her death.

What a nice view!

Whose apartment is this?

It belongs to a Turk who wants to support me by all means.

A Turk? What does he do?

He has a textile industry.

- Does he know you have a good job? - Yes.

He knows all about me.

He's willing to marry me if I say so.

He thinks I have no prejudices. He likes me the way I am.

Where is he now?

United States. Business trip.

I don't want him as lover. He's too boring.

- 15 days and he's up to my nerves. - It's been 15 days since he left?

No, 15 days since I met him. He went to the US yesterday.

- He's a big man, isn't he? - What time is it?

I don't know.

The beach is already crowded.

So I'm the man with whom you cheat on your lover!

You're not my lover, Carlos. Never were and will never be.

Let's go to the beach?

We were together so many times but I could never understand Hilda.

Hilda is dead. And I couldn't say anything to her.

Not even when she asked me what one could expect from the world.

What about the husband? Did you meet him?

No. Long before they got married, I rarely saw Hilda.

- And after? - After what?

After the husband died?

I saw her once.

Three days ago.

I came here.

I had lunch with her.

Where are you taking me to?

Don't tell me you want to kill me.

I need to love, Carlos. I need to love.

So what? All the rush just to tell me this?

I must find someone.

I must find someone.

I need to love.

What ever happened to you, Hilda?

I don't live in São Paulo, anymore. I got married.

With that guy? I mean...

No, not the one you have in mind.

You don't know him.

And if you're wondering, I can say it outright:

I'm happy. I never thought...

I'm happy, Carlos. Really happy.

It looks like this girl didn't have any luck.

Yes, she did.

She was happy while she lived.

I think at last Hilda learned to be happy.

Mine went farther.

So, will you lend me that dough or not?

- Bye. - Bye.

My third son would be as tall as him.

I'm not in the mood for longing. Can you lend me the money?

- What's the matter with you, Carlos? - Nothing.

You think it's nothing. I'm out of Volks because of you, your gears.

Someone blew the whistle, but you'll keep on selling around.

I lost my job and on top of that I have to beg you to lend me money.

Tell me, Arturo, in the last couple of years...

when your shitty factory got ahead, who helped you?

I know. Without you, business would've not been so good.

Don't tell me you didn't profit from that.

I did. The shitty percentage you gave me...

the loss of my job, and the risk of going to jail.

What did you want?

There were times I had to sell so cheap I didn't get a penny.

That's bullshit, Arturo, bullshit.

Believe it or not, I'm in a tight budget right now.

Rosa is going to have baby soon, there's the hospital bill...

It is all so expensive. I can't spare what you're asking me for.

Fantastic. You know I admire guys like you?

You'd kill your mother just to avoid doing a favor to a friend.

Don't insult me. I can't lend you any cash.

But I can offer you a better deal. We can run my business together.

I believe in you, in your ability.

Do you want a job?

- See you. - See you.

- Hi! - Hi!

Are you alright?

Alright, let's just be friends.

That doesn't mean we can't go out together, don't you think?

Go out together to do what, Carlos?

I don't intend to go to church or visit your mother in the asylum.

Do you think it's okay? What will Luciana think of this?

She doesn't have to think anything.

Ana, Luciana, it's all the same thing.

What do you mean by that?

You know.

Your tickets, please.

Thank you.

It's so hard, Carlos. I visit my mother only because it's my duty.

- Luciana, is that you? - No, it's Brigitte Bardot.

- Good evening. - Good evening. Did you have fun?

- Yes, we went out to dance. - There's some food in the kitchen.

Sorry, it's Sunday, I didn't cook anything now.

Just some leftover from lunch.

Are you hungry? Let's eat in the kitchen.

Thank you, I'm going home to sleep.

I have to get up early tomorrow, Arturo is out on a trip.

Stay a little. If you don't want anything, keep me company.

I can't Luciana, I have to go home.

Just a little.

- I really can't. - Stay, please.

When you want something, you're so stubborn!

Is it so hard to bear with me? Stay a little.

No.

If my parents weren't at home, I bet you'd stay, wouldn't you?

I think you just want to take advantage of me, that's all you want.

I don't feel like arguing, Luciana. Let me go without making a scene.

Why?

Are you afraid I'd tell my father what we do when he's traveling?

I'm not afraid of anything. I just need to go. I have to wake up early.

I'm leaving.

Then leave, you deceiver.

I don't like to explain things over and over again...

but I don't want to see you telling lies.

If I wanted to take advantage of you, I wouldn't be with you up and down...

taking you out to dance, to the cinema, to soccer games...

and doing a bunch of other things that bore me to death.

You think you do me a favor by going out with me?

I don't think anything, I just want to leave.

You're so selfish, Carlos, totally selfish.

What if I told my dad everything?

Do as you please, tell him, scream, make a scene!

- I'm leaving, do you get it? - Go and I will never see you again.

Why all this argument now? I'll see you tomorrow.

- No. I want you to stay. - Can't you see you're acting stupid?

- Let go of my arm. - No.

Go to hell!

Tickets, please.

Thank you.

I wish I didn't have to go back there anymore, Carlos.

Don't say that, she's your mother.

I don't know what to say, but she's your mother.

I think...

I think...

There's always a haven, a port. It is a port even when it is not.

- What kind of place is this? - It was. No longer is.

- Carlos, what was this place? - It was a port, a sand mining port.

Sand, boats. What were the boats for?

The boats weren't boats. The boats were barges.

The barges were for the sand. The sand was for the glass.

Sand is no longer for glass today. There's no longer glass today.

There's no longer today...

Carlos!

Look, I want a motor boat as big as that one!

Tie up the boat.

Come, come dance with me.

What's the matter, honey? It felt so good.

Keep watering me. I feel so hot. I'm like red-hot iron.

I want to be an ice cube. Turn me into an ice cube.

Come on, let's go.

Yeah, let's go.

Bye, Carlos!

Bye, Carlos!

Start over. Work, a thousand times try to be a man.

Work with Arturo, forget Ana, erase Luciana.

Think only of work and the 50 daily duties.

Think only of the daily annoying things.

Think of a gear. Think of another, and another, and another.

Think of a gear, of a shaft that must be delivered in time.

Start over a thousand times. Start over and over again, always.

Forget Ana, erase Luciana. Think only of the 50 daily duties.

Start over. Start over. Accept and accept. Accept.

Start again. Start again.

Accept! Accept!

- Teach. - Taught.

Learn.

Remember.

Forget.

Forgot.

Forgotten.

Find.

Teach.

Taught.

Learn.

Remember.

Forget.

Forgot.

Forgotten.

Find.

Found.

Lose.

Lost.

Send.

Sent.

Receive. Good.

Can you tell me why you showed up after so long?

- Do you still have any doubts? - Yes.

- I don't want to see you anymore. - Why? Did you find somebody else?

Come on, stop playing angry with me.

You think you had any reason to make all that scene...

just because I wanted to go home?

- No, that's not it. - What is it, then?

You want nothing serious with me.

Don't say that. I've been working hard at the factory.

What for? To go out with sluts?

I'm not dating anybody. I'm all alone.

I see.

I know how selfish you are. You think only of you.

You came because you have nobody and are afraid to end up alone.

Let's suppose that's true...

is there any other way to love somebody?

Tell me what made you come here! Your selfishness or mine?

Is it because you want someone to marry you or because you pity me?

Tell me, why?

What's the matter, kid? Beat it or I'll slap you!

Mr. Domingos, I just want to know if I can talk to Luciana.

Where is she?

Okay, I know she's angry at me.

But I could try to speak to her. Yes or no?

Carlos is on the phone.

- Tell him I've already left. - I already told him you were here.

Tell him I don't want to speak to him.

I told him that, but he insists.

Carlos, Luciana can't answer the phone.

But Mr. Domingos, it's New Year's Eve.

Tell her I just want to greet her. It'll only take a minute.

Hello...

It'll be only a minute. I won't bother anymore.

Get off.

- Hello. - Luciana!

What do you want? I don't wanna talk, Carlos.

I don't care for what you have to say...

I don't care for what you do, nor anything related to you!

Forget the bad things that happened between us.

- Give me another chance. - Yes, okay.

Happy New Year to you, too.

I have to go, I'm late.

- This happens to everybody. - Hello?

Get off!

Hello!

- Were you dumped? - Get off, go to hell!

What's with you, man?

It remains not identified the man who is in the lead!

The athlete of São Paulo!

Brazilian athletes are three kilometers behind!

It seems that our athletes...

Belgium representative now takes the first position!

He leads the race...

...while the man at his right tries to get ahead of him...

He tries to keep his position but the other gets past him!

In the first place...

Whiskey.

Give me a whiskey, please.

Luciana!

Luciana!

It's the New Year.

It's the New Year. Happy New Year!

A hurrah to the New Year! New life, Luciana!

Come on!

I'll do whatever you want, Luciana.

Life starts again!

Life, Luciana! In all its grandeur!

Life starts again. Peace, prosperity!

A hurrah to the New Year!

Come on, Luciana. Don't be so dumb.

I know you can hear me. Why are you holding out? Open the window!

A hurrah to the New Year!

Wait...

you don't believe I'm a changed man, right?

I'm gonna show you.

I don't drink anymore, Luciana! I don't drink anymore!

From now on, my life starts anew! Anew!

I'll do whatever you want, baby, whatever you want!

Believe me... believe me!

I want to start everything anew.

Anew!

Anew!

It's a new year!

It's a new year...

Luciana!

Luciana...

Well, Mr. Domingos, the reason of my visiting you...

after what happened last week might seem...

I was young once, what the heck?

As I was saying, Mr. Domingos, the reason of my visiting...

Neco, turn the TV off, it's not a good time.

Well, I believe you already know, Mr. Domingos...

but now I earn a reasonable salary at Arturo's factory.

I have good chances and I think that...

Well, I know things haven't been swell between Luciana and me lately.

We've had a rough time. There were certain things...

Can I offer you anything, Carlos? Some pannetone? A coffee?

Thank you, Mrs. Clara, I had some before coming here.

Well, to make a long story short...

I think that from now on, if we try our best, things will get better.

I want to organize my life...

make everything work...

so that...

if Luciana agrees...

if she wants...

I...

I'd like to marry her.

- How old are you, Carlos? - Me? 26. Next month, 27.

I have nothing against you marrying her.

I'll be happy if I can count on you as a son.

I want only one thing.

That you two think a lot before taking a definitive decision.

Marriage is serious. It's the most important step one takes in life.

Well, I know times have changed. Everything goes really fast now.

Dad, stop it. You're exaggerating.

See? Times have really changed.

When, at your age, I'd speak to my father like that?

I'm so happy Carlos came today.

He knows well what I expect from life and from marriage.

He knows how I am.

I just want us to lead a decent life. The idea that love and a hut...

is enough for one to be happy is just plain silly. No.

It'd be unfair to put children in such a world. What for?

You don't need to talk about this right now.

- You know I earn a good pay now. - I need to. Let me talk.

Carlos, I want to be a good wife to you.

I want to be your partner, for better or for worse.

I only demand of you...

a great deal of understanding...

and that we respect each other.

If we live according to this, I think we'll be happy.

I expect it to be like this.

May God bless you, my children!

Dad, can I turn the TV back on?

Well done, Carlos, well done.

I'm pleased to know you're getting into the serious men's club.

- When is the party? - Two weeks from now.

That fast! Don't tell me it was under pressure.

Listen, Arturo, the thing is...

I'm gonna need some dough. You owe me some bonuses.

Many bonuses. All the deals I helped you to close.

- You promised but paid none so far. - I know, buddy, the thing is...

the accountant still haven't found a way to accommodate the numbers.

You're not hired as a company salesman.

You know all about our banking accounts, the notes...

There's money in the bank. As to your accountant...

he can write the numbers down at the end of the year. I'll sign a receipt.

I want the bonuses.

If you want, I can lend you some of my own, okay?

Arturo, I know your ways.

First, I asked you for money and you offered me a job.

Not to help me, but because you knew I could be useful.

Now we're on the same boat, it's different.

Carracci needs me, right?

How big was the sales increase last year? I control everything.

The sales, your taxes' little secrets.

You don't want me to change jobs now, do you?

You don't need to blackmail me.

Give me the money.

You'll go far, my boy!

You just need to take care not to break your legs in the way.

You too, Arturo!

NEWLYWEDS

Good morning!

Good morning. Where are you going so early? It's Sunday!

I know.

I need to go to the factory. I have an urgent job to finish.

Arturo went fishing, as usual.

At least, have some coffee. You can't leave on an empty stomach.

Sometimes I think it's not really a factory!

- They never follow a schedule. - Where did I leave the car keys?

I've put them away.

Here. You leave them anywhere, then, you can't remember where they are.

Bye. I'll come a bit late for lunch. After the workmen finish the job.

- Carlos! - Yes?

Your son. Won't you say anything to him?

Say what? Wasn't it enough, staying up all night, singing for him?

- Can't you greet him even so? - He's the one who should greet me.

Now you fall asleep, huh, champ?

Bye.

After all, what does coffee represent in the trade balance?

Without coffee, Brazil'd be damned. But coffee is past. Future is here.

Industry is gonna take over. Steel, crude oil, our machines...

our vehicles, our tractors. Who's got the final word in the deal?

Who is in charge? Who is carrying all the rest on its back? Tell me.

São Paulo, old pal! São Paulo!

This land of hardworking people. We push Brazil forward.

We're the engine!

São Paulo is growing and won't stop growing.

Remember some years ago?

Who would think Brazil could manufacture cars?

Who'd believe we'd build all this overnight?

2,000 auto part factories like ours, more than 200,000 cars a year...

just like that, all of a sudden. Have you thought about it?

I just want know where you're driving me, Arturo.

A bit more and you will see.

No, no, no, you can't look yet. Close your eyes.

Now you can look.

SOON: THE NEW AND MODERN CARRACCI AUTO PART FACTORY

- You guys okay? - Good morning.

Where did you find money to buy all this?

Money? What money? Loan, old pal, credit!

3,500 square meters among the greatest, the big shots.

A few steps away from Volkswagen, Wyllis, Mercedes...

All of them here, next to us. Isn't this fantastic?

Suppose you can pay for the land, which is a good deal...

...but how are you gonna build? - Just as I bought the land, old pal.

After all this time with me...

you still didn't learn.

What's The Bank of Brazil for? What are good friends for?

What's the matter, Carlos? You didn't like it?

It's almost 11AM. Can we go back?

Arturo...

you boast about our industry, our vehicles, lots of idle talk...

why didn't you buy a car manufactured here...

instead of importing this monstrous Oldsmobile?

I went to Itororó To drink water and found none

Though I found a pretty lady Who in Itororó stayed

Oh Mariazinha, oh Mariazinha

Come and dance with us Or you'll be left alone

- Sing us a song, dad, go on! - Sing a song, Arturo, go on!

- No, no, I can't sing. - Yes, you can.

- Sing us a song, dad! - I can sing only opera, it's boring.

Sing that one grandpa used to sing:

Giovinezza! Giovinezza!

Marta, I've told you a thousand times you're not supposed to sing that.

Quiet!

I'll sing one from the Alps.

That little branch of flowers

Came from the mountain

That little branch of flowers

Came from the mountain

Was better then...

- It's your turn, Carlos, sing one. - Me? I can't sing anything.

Come on, don't play hard to get.

Any one except the "favela song" that you sang all the time.

- I can only sing the Flag Anthem. - Then sing it.

Hail to thee, beautiful banner of hope

Hail to thee, majestic symbol of peace

Thy noble presence to our memory

Brings the grandeur of our nation

Receive the love that's blooming

In our young and true heart

Most darling symbol of our nation Beloved home we call Brazil

One, two, three, four...

...five, six, seven... - Stop playing with dirt.

...eight, nine... - Time to go in.

Throw me the ball!

Bring the ball, too. Let's go!

- I'm hungry. - One, two, go!

Arturo, supper is ready!

Wait, what the heck, can't you see Carlos is fixing the generator?

What a shrew!

- They nag so much about dinner time! - There, now let's see if works.

It seems we've done it, Luciana.

Our work is rewarded. We walk towards peace and quiet.

Now you can rest on weekends, as the paper ads suggested.

We still haven't got the apartment at the beach...

but our son can breathe the clean air of the countryside.

Arturo is your role model.

Everything you want is for me to be like him, right?

Arturo is good. Arturo is rich.

He overworks his employees, steals whenever he can...

He's got huge and dishonest ambitions.

But Arturo is a role model.

Look at how he treats his children. He just wants their well-being.

Making his family happy is all Arturo wants.

And it shall be the same with you, Carlos, and I shall be happy.

And everybody else around us shall be happy too. So be it.

Amen.

Hilda... Long time no see!

We only meet by chance, on the street. How are you?

- I'm fine. What about you, Carlos? - So-so.

Don't tell me you've become a businessman.

At least, you have the looks of one.

You just need a pair of turtle frames.

How long have you been in São Paulo?

I've moved back here.

I'm having lunch at a restaurant. Why don't you come with me?

No, thank you.

Ever since I left the farm, I haven't got used to this rush.

I get dizzy...

Why don't you have lunch with me at home? I live nearby.

I don't want to bother you.

You never bother. Come on.

You can't imagine the difference.

We had a huge house, and there was the orchard, the birds...

It's hard to get used here again.

Each one of these doors belongs to an apartment, if you can call them that.

And there's the neighbors... Everything is shared...

noise, cries, cuss words...

love...

sadness.

It seems the walls don't exist.

- See if it's sweet enough. - I'm sure it is. Thank you.

That's it, Carlos. There's no poetry in it.

Crying, being loved...

sounds beautiful in a poem, in a ode...

But, when your loved one dies, for good...

no poem can ease your pain.

That lump remains inside of you, you can't digest it...

I depended on my husband only, Carlos, I depended only on him.

When I tried to explain that to his mother...

she thought that I meant the money...

that I meant the farm we sold to pay the debts of the failed crop.

She still does not believe I loved him...

I loved him above everything.

Since the beginning, she could never accept that I'd had lovers before...

that I'd led the life I wanted until I met him.

And so, everything changed.

It seemed I had been born again. But it lasted only six months.

I can't accept that. I don't know if I ever will.

It will pass off, Hilda. You'll see.

You might think this is just some romantic ideal, but it is not.

It's something we find written in certain documents...

in certain important documents...

"personal and non-transferable"...

Ever since the world is the world, someone loves someone who dies.

So what?

You think it's enough to be aware of that to comfort yourself?

Personal and non-transferable...

Personal and non-transferable...

Personal and non-transferable...

- What is your name? - Otávio.

- I'm sorry? - Otávio.

- Otávio who? - Otávio Godoy.

- How long have you worked here? - Two and a half years.

Registered last year only. Why?

You have 80 workmen and less than 10 are officially registered.

How can you explain that?

Well, management has few people available...

...they forget about deadlines... - You're the manager, right?

Yes, I am, but I don't control everything, you know?

Your safety goggles?

- There's people in here. - I know, come out.

Do you work here?

- What do you do? - Cleaning.

- What's your name? - José Moreno.

Don't bother, he is not registered.

So, besides those who were not registered in time...

there are those who are not registered at all?

Make them open all the toilets.

Boss said you can come out.

- Get out. - Get out, guys.

Even a factory like yours...

plays hide-and-seek with the Ministry of Labor? Interesting.

That's a fun way to withhold taxes from the social welfare institutions.

What were you doing in there? Playing soccer?

Sir, it's not just our fault.

They often don't want to pay taxes, they feel it is not worth it.

It's not a matter of your choice. It's the law.

Your factory will be accounted for a huge infraction.

- You might need to close it down. - Yeah.

Well...

if you'll excuse me, I'm going to call my boss.

This is the first of a series of ads we'll publish on the magazines...

"Visão" and "Dirigente Industrial". In a way...

this idea is unprecedented in ads of this kind.

I'd say it's a revolutionary idea.

This girl will help me sell more gears than any other advertisement.

- Arturo, I need to talk to you. - I can't. Can't you see I'm busy?

But it is urgent.

Just a minute.

I'm sorry, I'll be quick.

- What is so urgent, Carlos? - The inspectors!

Inspectors? Of what? Where?

- Two agents of the Ministry of Labor. - You gave me such a fright!

I thought it was something serious. The same who're always here?

No, new ones. They dug out everything and now want to raise hell.

My good boy, I see you worry about our company. That's good.

- Hello. Who wants to talk to him? - I'll go downstairs.

- I'll see through this. - Mr. Carlos, call for you.

Hello.

How are you, Mr. Hermann?

Excuse me? What's the number of the order?

Sonia, hand me that briefcase, please.

Anyway, Mr. Carracci, workplace safety must be emphasized.

When you come back, everything will be alright.

Please, tell your manager not to hide people in the toilets. It's nasty.

Don't worry, next time he'll choose a much better place.

- Okay, see you. - See you.

When you have some time, come for a coffee.

- Thank you so much. - See you.

- See you, Mr. Carracci. - See you, farewell.

Bye.

Farewell.

- See you. - See you.

The girl is upstairs and I'm here, wasting time.

Mr. Carlos, my right arm at the factory.

- Mr. Aylor, from "Ajax Advertising". - My pleasure.

Miss Ana, the star of our ads.

Hello, Carlos. How are you?

- Have you met before? - A lot!

The first layout we've prepared for a series of auto parts' ads.

What do you think of it?

BRAZILIAN GEARS FOR BRAZILIAN CARS

CARRACCI AUTO PARTS GROWING WITH SÃO PAULO

Optimism, Carlos, optimism! Brazil needs optimism.

The dollar goes up, the coffee is no good, but it doesn't matter.

This country's always been on the brink of an abyss.

When I arrived here, you weren't born yet.

My father was an old and disappointed immigrant.

Instead, I always believed in Brazil. I've done just about everything here.

I've been stubborn too many times.

Fortunately, with the car industry, luck has come my way.

I have money today, but I didn't get it by playing games.

- And the means you used... - I know what you think.

I had to do some tricks to get it.

So what? Can anyone say I'm not a "captain of industry"?

At most, you're a "sergeant".

Okay, okay, as you wish. Sergeant or captain...

what matters is that the auto part business is booming.

What about Ana? What do you say? How about it?

- How about what, Arturo? - Come on, I'm not jealous.

In such cases, I'm even a communist. I share the goodies with my friends.

As long as I don't get the leftover.

No problem. Count me out. I'm not interested.

But you were interested before, right?

You think I didn't see you exchanging looks this morning at the factory?

It's too bad you take everything so seriously.

When it concerns work, fine. But women? No.

And with one like that!

Arturo, why did you get married?

Why did I get married?

I don't get it. What one thing has to do with the other?

Nothing, never mind.

Let's take 10 minutes of sauna?

What about you? Why did you marry?

For the same reason I went to work for you. Weariness.

I was too lazy to look for something better.

I should've read my horoscope before going out with you today.

Why are you picking on me, all of a sudden?

Is it the girl? You can have her. She is all yours.

Never mind!

Dine with me. We can go out and have fun afterwards.

- I can't, Luciana is waiting for me. - Didn't you tell her you're with me?

- Yes. - So? She totally trusts me.

There you have a good little wife.

The other day she showed up at the factory.

- What did she go there for? - Nothing. Just visiting.

Said you never invited her there.

Tell me why that idiot went there.

Got a smart little wife. She thinks more of your future than you do.

She has talent for business. You know what she offered me?

- Offered? She offered? - Money.

- Luciana offered you money? - Made me an offer on your behalf.

She said her father will sell the Brasilia shop and give her a part.

And she'd invest the money in the factory if I made you my associate.

Isn't that a good idea?

I might be willing to accept, huh?

It's not a bad idea to pay off some debts at the bank, don't you think?

Luciana is more stupid and ambitious than I thought.

Stupid and ambitious? Why? Is it bad that she worries about your future?

To hell with my future! Who said I want to be your associate?

Who said I want Luciana to help me? Go to hell, you two!

I just want peace and quiet. Peace and quiet, got it?

You need to rest, old pal. Too much work is making you lose your mind.

As soon as our schedule loosens a bit, you'll take a few days off.

Let's have some fun, okay? It'll be good for you.

Two sausages with sauerkraut and one eisbein. What about you, miss?

Anything you order is fine with me. Some weird names in here.

Eisbein is pork roast and sauerkraut is fermented cabbage.

No need to explain the whole menu! Bring eisbein, if she doesn't like...

...we'll order something else later. - Anything to drink?

Draft beer to everyone.

Helena arrived from Minas yesterday. She worked on TV there.

Now, she wants to work in São Paulo. They earn little in Belo Horizonte.

Beautiful, isn't she? She was "Miss Alterosa".

Arturo, let's see if we can get her a job through your contacts?

Who is the guy you know at TV Tupi?

Cláudio. Cláudio Petraglia. He is one of the big shots.

Great!

Here's to Helena, to a major success in São Paulo.

And to Carlos who reappeared after such a long time.

Let's dance this one? I'm in great shape after that sauna.

I can't dance this stuff. I can only dance cha-cha-cha.

Dance as you wish, honey. Go ahead, I'll hold on to you.

Just this one time, Arturo. I'm a very jealous woman.

I think I'm beginning to like polka.

You can dance really well.

Carlinhos...

that's how you treat a friend you haven't seen for so long?

Except for Arturo, a necessary harm, I consistently avoid bad company.

- I was careless today. - Nice sentence, Carlos, very nice.

Who taught you to speak like that? Luciana?

No, not her. Picking the dumbest between you two is a tough choice.

There you go, honey.

- I can't take it anymore. - Do you want to stop?

- Yes. - Let's go, then.

I'm dog-tired. This girl makes anyone breathless.

Arturo is so impulsive, I couldn't breathe.

What about our dinner? Is it for tonight or what?

Just a moment, it is coming.

That sauna made me so hungry I could eat a horse.

After dinner, let's go to João Sebastião Bar.

Petraglia is there every night. We can introduce Helena to him.

I can't, you know I have to work early tomorrow.

Who is the boss here? Me. I'm telling you...

tomorrow you can get there anytime you want. Okay?

- What is that word they say? - "Prosit"!

Prosit!

I want to go away, Luciana.

I don't want to see you anymore, nor my son, nor Arturo...

nobody.

I want to vanish.

It was a mistake since the start, it was foolish of me.

If you ask me why, I won't know what to answer.

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

I don't know...

Carlos...

What happened? Honey, what's going on?

Carlos...

What's the matter?

It looks like I'm dying. Why have you put on that face?

Please, don't lecture me.

Instead of standing there, do me a favor.

Call Arturo and tell him I'm not working today. Go!

Did you know this lady well?

Yes, we were friends.

We're eating at Trastévere. Their grilled chicken is great. Come along?

No, thank you. I'm eating at home. I'm taking those notes to the bank.

Is there anything you want me to tell the manager?

No, pal, business is in good hands.

Carlos, as my future associate, can take care of things from now on.

Helena wants to see you again. When can we go out together again?

Any time.

Come, I have to be back in one hour and a half.

- Bye, Carlos. - Bye, Ana.

I think your friend Cláudio is really going to find Helena a job on TV.

Carlos, time to wake.

Won't you get up?

What's the matter, Carlos?

Luciana, I'm leaving.

- Coffee is getting cold, hurry up. - Luciana, no kidding, I'm leaving.

- What? - You heard what I said.

Don't waste my time. I still have to make the baby's porridge.

- Have your breakfast. - Your son can wait a little.

I just want to say I'm leaving. I'm out of here.

I'm gonna go, got it?

What's going on, Carlos? Are you going mad?

If possible, I wish you wouldn't make a scene or a scandal.

Try to accept.

Accept... accept?

I don't understand what you're talking about.

- What kind of bullshit is that? - It is not bullshit, Luciana.

I've been waiting for a chance to tell you this.

But I don't know how...

I don't know how to explain, it is hard.

Even if I said it all, it wouldn't be enough.

Not even I know for sure.

I'd like to be honest with you, give you a reason.

I'd like to find a reason for myself too, you understand?

Sure.

If you're serious about this, you'd like to find a reason for you.

I know I have to leave you.

Leave your son.

I know I have to leave all behind. And start over.

Start well. Or end everything at once.

- No. - Don't make things even harder.

I could've left without saying a word, but decided not to.

So you think you've done more than you should.

How can you be so stupid to think I'd accept such a thing?

I know it is not much. I can't say much more.

Try to accept without making a scene. Later, maybe, you'll understand.

I must go.

What do you intend to do? What's the reason for all this foolishness?

None that I can explain.

But if you want a reason, you can say I went crazy!

Coward! You coward! You coward! You coward!

Bye, São Paulo!

Bye, Luciana!

Carlos...

My favela, which was hers And which was mine

Has left me such a longing For nothing else she left behind

- Morning, mister. - Good morning.

Your car broke down?

No, I just fell asleep.

Do you need anything?

No, thank you.

- Are you leaving the car there? - Yes.

- Smoke? - Thank you. I've quit.

Me too. Many times.

Wake up, soon we'll be there.

Start over.

Start over.

Start over.

Start over a thousand times.

Start once more.

Start again and always.

Start again...

and again...

THE END