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BYE BYE BRAZIL (1980)

Hello, Sweetheart...

It looks like a storm...

I miss you so much...

I'm behavin'...

I have a shot at something...

I feel sad and for lorn...

It's 110 down here...

I'm running out of dimes...

The good life is driving a truck...

Fishing's not the same, my love...

Everything's O.K.

...Ladies and gentlemen.

Most honorable civilian, military and church dignitaries.

After an extended tour in S�o Paulo,

and the rest of the south,

we're back in this progressive town

of the north east backlands with the Caravana Rolidei,

which has the great honor to present to you

its great attractions:

the incredible Swallow, the Muscle King;

the international star, Salom�! Queen of the Rhumba;

and the extraordinary and unique Gypsy Lord,

King of Magicians and Clair voy ants.

Your Excellency, Mr. Mayor, welcome, again.

Matter of fact, you should welcome me!

What I mean is welcome to another show

of the Caravana Rolidei, tonight.

Tonight?

Is it suitable for the general public like last year?

For God's sake, Your Excellency, it's just the same.

And tonight, only one, exclusive show.

Come see Swallow, the strongest man in the world.

Come see Salom�, the Rhumba Queen,

who was once the mistress of a President of the U.S.A.

Come and see this international beauty

from the fabulous islands of the Caribbean.

And naturally, come and see your humble servant.

Quiet!

And now...

in honor of the people of this fabulous town,

I, Gypsy Lord,

Master of Dreams, shall grant the most intimate wish

of all us Brazilians...

what is it?

Abundance and progress!

To be immortal!

To be immortal!

No magician, however powerful, could orwill everfind

a charm to conquer Death.

But I, Gypsy Lord, Master of Clouds and Time,

can work miracles with life.

I can makethe dreams of all Brazilians... come true.

I can make snow fall in Brazil.

Para Vigome voy.

Snow!

Looks like grated coconut.

It's snowing in the backlands and during my administration!

Yes, it's snowing in the backlands...

as it does in Switzerland, in Germany, in France...

in old England.

Ah! I miss them.

Like all of Europe and in the U.S.A.

Now, like all the civilized countries of the world,

it also snows in Brazil.

That's enough!

Ladies and gentlemen,

the Caravana Rolidei is proud to presentthe latest sensation:

the international star Salom�,

Queen of the Rhumba.

Salom� is a dream!

Dream, my friends!

Dream!

Dreams can only offend those who don't dream.

Love as itis made only in the Caribbean.

...and shown to you by an expert of international fame.

...had more people last year.

Hold onto your heart...

as tightly as you can!

Otherwise she'II tearit apart!

"I plunge into your breasts...

"In this cherished dream of mine...

"Stripping away my fears... And bravethe spell!"

How is it?

I've also written plays. Wanna see?

"Tropical Flame", "I'll Avenge Grandma",

"The Passion of Joan of Arc".

Did I take long?

Not at all.

Isn't it' time to go?

Go ahead. I'll come later.

The drinks are on me.

It was better than last year.

Salom� is pure nectar.

The older she gets, thetastier she is!

Know something?

I once knew a woman who was so big

she could take on a man

with an umbrella...opened!

The show's over. We're closed.

You speak Brazilian.

Buenas noches...

I don't want to die here, Pa...

Rotting... among these rocks.

I'm gonna ask them to take me along.

I'll playthe accordion, put up the tents, anything.

I'll go with them if they agree.

But I need your blessing, Pa.

I want to go to the sea.

The river isn't enough anymore.

Dasd� is free to stay...

It's up to her. She'd better go home.

I want to go with you.

Take me with you.

We don't need nobody.

I can play the accordion.

We have a record player.

Let's hit the road.

Live music...

Not a bad idea.

I'll work, I'll put up the tent, I'll sell tickets.

My wife is a good cook.

We won't be in the way.

I can play the accordion.

Let's go, pal.

Hop in the back.

Accordionist! Play something...

Keep playing...

Fame is awaiting you with the fabulous Caravana Rolidei.

- Altamira! - How's it called?

Altamira!

I'll double the bet.

...In the heart of the Transamazonian Road.

All Brazil is the reto work on the road and buyland.

Pineapples are the size of watermelon,

and the trees are like skyscrapers.

- Come on! - No kidding.

Ore and precious stones are just lying on the ground.

You ain't heard of the Amazon jungle?

Sure...

And the Indians?

Are there many Indians?

There used to be.

But people got rid of most of'em.

Sometimes they were a real pain.

So people I ost their patience, hired a plane,

and dropped dynamite sticks on their villages.

They fled into the woods like it was the end of the world.

Those idiots!

Last one?

Double or nothing!

Eh, man.

Where did you find this creep for an agent?

No use, he's mute.

After they built that road, the whitestook over.

There's plenty of money.

They're all rich.

Of course, in the jungle they can't spend all that money?

I've had enough. You pay the check.

When were you there last?

Recently, when they inaugurated the road.

- Is it far? - No.

You enter the backlands, take the Transamazonic at Picos,

in Piani, then straight ahead... 4 or 5 days.

It's far...

How'bout it, accordionist?

Wanna got o the Amazon Jungle?

Whatever you say. Though, I'd prefer the sea.

Yeah!

The sea, long time, no see.

Hey accordionist, the sea.

Africa's out there.

- How far? - A long ways.

Can I go wading?

No! The sea's very polluted here.

Full of shit. Look over there.

That's the real sea.

Not much of a crowd...

Maybe it's a church holiday.

No rain, no soccer game!

And we always made good here.

Unless that shitty mayor has got something going...

That mayor!

In the past they'd promise a bridge to get elected.

In office, they'd build one...

even if there was no river.

A good-for-nothing bridge.

Now this.

Faggots!

TV actors are allfags.

The church should excommunicate them.

Hello, Mr. Mayor.

- They seem turned off. - Let'stry anyway.

Ladies and gentlemen.

For the first time in a public place,

the extraordinary and unique Gypsy Lord,

King of Magicians and Clairvoyants,

will present his fabulous act which amazed S�o Paolo

and the rest of the South.

Para Vigo Me Voy!

Let's packit up and go.

We didn't hit it off with 'em.

We've been politely told to beat it.

No matter...

'cause Nobody'd come to see us tomorrow, anyway.

Don't worry, Mr. Lord,

there are many other towns in the backlands.

How old are you?

Don't know. 18...20...

When this gets flat

it won't be easy to resist you.

Swallow, let's pack up and go.

Looks like people here don't like our great tricks.

Wait, Swallow... wait a while.

They don't deserve what you had to give them, Salom�.

They don't deserve to know the secrets of your pleasure box...

the way to your dreams, your cove of love.

Let them keep their TV

while I keep the purple fig of the Queen of the Rhumba.

Stick those antennas up your ass!

"To the north, your face."

"In the middle, your navel."

"To the south, all thatl like.

"My daily bread! My heaven!"

When it comes to know-how, you know how.

"I want to die of love,

my poor little dove, caught in your velvet claws."

Accordionist!

Hey!

Dasd� is right.

There are other towns in these backlands.

Let's find one without any TV.

It moved!

I can feel it moving.

- Is it time? - No.

Think I'm just hungry.

Eh, Stop! Stop!

What d'ya think?

Looks alright.

- See any fish bones? - Fishbones?

TV antennas...

None. No wires either.

May be there's no electricity.

Ladies and gentlemen of...

- What town is this? - How do I know?

Friend, what's the name of this great city?

If I was you I'd turn that off.

Wanna taste?

They're praying for rain.

It clouds up...

but no rain.

Hasn't rained all year.

Planning on stopping here?

Maybe.

No good today.

They'll be at church all night, praying.

They might show up tomorrow.

You're from around here?

I'm also passing through.

I have a business like yours.

Wanna see?

THE DRUNKARD

I've been all over, from Bahia to Cariri.

Business was good, then.

I'd go to fairs, circuses...

and people would run to see the novelty.

Not anymore.

Now, only places like this,

where there aren't even news papers.

For the three of us.

Today it's free.

Here I can't even charge admission.

I let'em in for food and board,

a little flour, liquor,

or even a watermelon.

That's the only way.

I'm leaving tomorrow,

I'm through here.

I'll make way for the Caravana Rolidei.

You love him?

I said do you love him?

We're very happy.

Salom�, let's run away together, now!

How about your big-bellied wife?

I want to live with you forever.

Nothing I asts forever.

I'm taking you to bed, but don't think you own it.

When I do it for free, I do as I please.

With luck, you'll get people for one or two shows here.

Then, you'll hit the road again... like me.

If you stay, you'll end up like them.

Good luck!

My name's Z� da Luz.

Tomorrow, I'll be on my way.

Maybe, well meet again, somewhere.

He's in there.

Para Vigo Me Voy!

The last night I spent with you

I want to forget it...forever.

I want to forget it...

for my sake.

Light enters through the seven holes of my head.

And my mystical third eye

can see what other mortals can't.

Any questions?

I, Gypsy Lord, disciple of Nostradamus and Malachias,

who predic ted the death of three popes,

am hereto satisfy your curiosity.

No need to ask.

Just concentrate.

Your questions will reach me by telepathy,

which, as the word implies,

is communication of privileged minds.

Let's concentrate.

Silence!

Some body in the audience wants to ask me a question.

I hear your mind.

I see what you want to know.

I see your deceased loved one.

He is right here before me.

He wants you to stop crying.

Yes... he's alright.

He misses you, but he is well.

He's in God's heaven with the angels.

Any more questions?

The land is not ours,

and it's not good, either.

We haven't had a crop in two years.

We've made vows, we've kneeled before the cross...

We've prayed to Father Cicero forrain...

Clouds have swelled...

thunder has struck...

But it hasn' trained at all.

Is God distracted?

Or doesn't he like us?

My Dear Saint,

don't for sake your children.

From hunger from thirst we will do penance on our knees.

Lights!

My family is gone.

My sons, in-laws, grand children...

I was left alone with my man who died last week.

Now I want to join my family.

Good Saint, tell me:

Where did they go?

How should I know?

I mean to sayl see them.

I see... your family.

They are a long way from here.

- Alive? - Yes...

getting used to a new life.

One has to get used...

Where are they now?

Wait a second...

I see them.

They're in a green valley where it rains a lot.

Where the trees are tall and the rivers like oceans.

And the land is so rich...

that nobody needs to work.

Where old people never die...

and young people never lose their strength.

And the land is so green!

Altamira!

Where is the map?

I know it's here...

...They gave it to me.

How can a map of Brazil disappear like this?

Here it is!

What did he say?

Enter the backlands 'til Picos, in Piau�.

From there to Estreito... in Maranh�o.

Then to Marab�...

...and Altamira!

Pineapples there are the size of watermelons...

The trees are taller than skyscrapers...

And you find precious stones lying on the ground.

Everybody's rich, but there's no where to spend the money.

It's all jungle, you know.

The Amazon Jungle. Never heard of it.

Enough poverty!

Hang on Dasd�. Be brave.

We're here to take care of you.

Is this how it's done?

Here comes the little head.

The hair...

It's a girl.

We'll call her Altamira.

Alright, you may call her Miranda, if you like,

but we'll baptize her Altamira.

Take your wife and your daughter and go home.

Or else, go to Bras�lia.

You'll get a decent job there.

But go... at once.

Accordionist, you know why the jungle is virgin?

'Cause it's full of "fruits".

On the air, the first edition of "The Messenger",

a program for the people of the hinterland.

Farmers in the Amazon need not import barbed wire any more.

High quality, inexpensive barbed wire can be found

at Alian�a Industrial S.A.

An Amazonian Company, in Bel�m, Par�.

Attention Benedito and Vitor Ferreira.

Heart exam, Mercedes, negative.

All is well.

A poisonou's manta ray bit your friend.

He can be healed with fresh urine.

Where'd it bite you?

The ingrate. He refused treatment.

That's the tribe's chief.

He wants a lift to Altamira.

Since the whites come, my tribe has gone to ruin.

Now I'm going to town to pacify the whites.

O.K. I'll take you, but at a price.

Mother wants to board a plane in Altamira.

...In Altamira!

This is the Amazon Jungle, my friend.

What'd ya do with a plane in the jungle?

The Amazon Jungle! Ever heard of it?

Are you from Brazil?

What do you mean?

I'm Cruari, the chief's mother.

My father asks how the President of Brazil is.

How do I know?

Attention!

Altamira is in sight.

Altamira, the Princess of the Xingu River.

Overthere.

That's the river over there.

Look. Fishbones.

Attention, men from every where, if you're looking for a job

the North Star Farmer gives an opportunity

to all who are single.

You who are from the South or even from the Northeast,

looking for a chance on the Transamazonian,

don't miss your chance.

Come join in the progress of Brazil.

This is a most modern paper plant, the biggest in the world,

brought over by sea from Japan, and then by river.

We are hiring people to work there.

Choose your job.

Farming, odd jobs, lumbering.

Interested?

Gringo stuff, man. It pays well and on time.

If you feel like it, sign up.

You can board the firm's plane tomorrow.

Plane!

You won't need any papers.

Indians getless, got it?

Is she your wife?

You know, the farm is full of single men.

Strong young lads, always horney.

If something isn't done, they'll go at each other.

What are you trying to say?

Salom� is a great actress.

An actress! I beg your pardon.

If you get a theatre up there, we'll put on a show.

Hah, there isn't one.

But I don't know. Haven't been there.

And nobody returned to tell me.

"I just hire men and send them there.

No hassle an easy gringo deal.

Tell me when did they open the road?

The Transamazonian?

- Seven or eight years ago. - Son of a bitch!

- What did you say? - Not you.

Some truck driver I met on the road.

Aren't you going to sign up?

Working a paper plant?

Great job! The opportunity of a lifetime.

Listen, man!

I can barely read or write.

The only paper I ever use is to wipe my ass.

So seven or eight years ago, huh?

A guy told me it just opened.

That asshole said he'd been there "recently".

Seven or eight years is not so long ago.

Things happen fast here!

This joint's busier than Rio and S�o Paulo combined.

Swallow, where were you?

To work.

Dasd�, go fetch some water for washing.

I'll go.

Salom� since...

I can only think of you.

Let's go away together for ever.

Look, kid, you've been in my bed once.

It don't mean I'll take you twice.

And certainly not forever.

Salom�, I love you.

Don't think for a second that your love moves me.

It makes me sick.

It's like a fire, a disease.

You said it.

Well. Get it cured.

It's not my problem. It's no one's problem.

I'm capable of anything!

Step up! Who wants to bet?

He's the incredible Swallow, the Muscle King.

5 to 1 odds. Who wants to bet?

No real men in this town? Nobody!

Let's try your strength.

I'll make it 10 to 1. Any takers? I'm doubling, 10 to 1.

It's the fantastic Swallow, the Muscle King.

Look who's here.

I brought my buddy along.

He's not your assistant?

Our people are very versatile.

5 to 1?

Hold on with that giant? No go!

OK, even odds!

And the loser gets a rematch.

Then we double the bet.

No, who ever wins, leaves everything on the table.

Everything short of his mother.

Ready?

All but our mother, huh?

Hello, B-O-Y-S!

Thanks for your attention.

See ya.

Salom�, I don't wish to ask.

But we need money to get out of here.

Don't cry.

Swallow's gone.

Let's go after him.

No. He wouldn't want us to.

Let's go, Salom�.

Let's go to Bel�m.

Bel�m?

It's too big a city for the Caravana Rolidei.

The Caravana Rolidei is finished...

for now.

We'll earn our living by other means.

Your share.

Caravana Rolidei is no more.

Take your share and go.

But where?

How will I know? That's your problem.

- I wanna go with you. - With us?

- Yes, to Bel�m. - Listen, kid.

Didn't you catch what we're gonna do there?

I wanna go there.

But what are you gonna do in a whorehouse?

- Dasd�. - Dasd�?

You want Dasd� to be a whore?

All right. It's set.

You'll come with us.

We'll split what Dasd� and Salom� earn,

four ways earnings and costs, split 4 ways.

One more thing: I give the orders.

In love we can improvise, but not in the whore business.

The whore business must be very well administrated.

Another thing!

You have to talk to Dasd�.

Before we go to Bel�m, you'll have to settle it with her.

Could you kindly tell me where the red-light districtis?

Where is the red-light district of Bel�m?

"Red" what?

Shit! Where are the whorehouses?

I live in Bel�m, but I'm from Manaus.

Ever heard of the free duty zone?

Sometimes I bring stuff down the river.

I have some buyers to see.

That's why I'm here.

I stay near the docks.

I make friends and meet new clients

until some bigger deal comes along.

Then I'll drop this life and live like a King.

Big deal' around here is...

Ore.

I've got a few contacts in the hinterland.

We smuggle it to gringos here in Bel�m.

Smuggling?

I need someone who's daring.

- Care to join me? - Not me.

C'mon! Ore is the future of the Amazon.

I saw'er first.

I don't want her to.

It was your idea, you punk!

Not with him.

It seems clear to me that he's a gentleman.

He's clean, smells good decent.

Looks incapable of mistreating a woman.

Anyway, in our trade, we can't be picky.

You have no finesse.

- Get out! - No.

Take your share and scram.

Go home with your sweet little wife.

I won't go home.

We'll go to Bras�lia.

There, I'll get a decent job for me and my wife.

We'll leave for Bras�lia.

Every Sunday I come here at the same time.

Maria Alicia's a good wife.

But no marriage can resist a Sunday.

Specially after the TV shows, when we stare at each other.

I always feel sleepy.

But she wants to talk about our life together.

Sometimes I feel like kicking the glass cupboard

and breaking each of her silly china ornaments.

My friends constantly rub it in.

"Haroldo, you are a lucky man."

"Maria Alicia's a perfect wife."

And she indeed is.

She takes care of the house,

and the kids,

and me.

I don't think she has any faults.

Maria Alicia is a saint!

I'm not goin'to Bras�lia!

What about Dasd�?

She's at the bus terminal, waiting for me.

But I'm not going.

Salom�, I love you.

I really do.

One spends a lifetime waiting for these words.

And when it happens, one's heart freezes.

Let's go away. Far from everything. You and me!

It's not right to smother those you love.

Let's go!

Where to?

To the terminal. To your wife and daughter.

Are you getting in?

We're leaving.

What happened?

The alarm didn'tring.

Bras�lia has over a million in habitants.

Is there room for more?

No.

Even so, more and more people like your selves are coming in.

And they're right.

The future is here on the central plateau.

We social workers, take care of you all.

We orient you, we give shelter to you and your family.

Well, not exactly here in the heart of the city.

SOME TIME LATER

...here we are back in your progressive city...

in our beloved Bras�lia the Caravana Rolidey.

Proud to present you with it's attractions:

The fabulous Salom�, the Queen of the Rhumba,

and the internationally known Gypsy Lord,

King of Magicians and Clairvoyants.

How are things?

Flair, accordionist! Commercial flair.

After you left us, Salom� kept on "working" for a while.

Then I entered in a big deal

something to do with ore.

Smuggling!

I hit the jackpot,

and took Salom� dancing in chic clubs.

And now we're going to Rond�nia.

They're clearing a road right through the jungle.

We'll do shows for the Indians.

They've never seen anything like us.

Civilization!

But Rond�nia's far away!

We're like wheels, accordionist. We got to move.

If we don't, we bite the dust.

Para Vigo Me Voy...

- So? - So what?

We came to get you to join us.

You won't come?

Noticed anything new?

Those lights are fantastic.

No the "Y" at the end of the word.

Some gringo in Bel�m said that Rolidei ends with a"Y".

Boy, were we ignorant!

Then you won't come?

And Altamira?

Don't know. I never went back there.

No, you fool! I'm talking about your daughter.

She's alright. She's beautiful.

So long, accordionist.

I wish you all the best.

We like you very much

and you too, Dasd�.

And the sun. Shit! Where is the sun?

Para Vigo Me Voy!

Look! There it is!

Rond�nia!

Hello, Sweetheart.

I only have a minute to talk.

The plane won't let me hear

As soon as winter's gone

I think I'll come for you.

Here it's hot as hell,

and my fan just felt apart.

There's already a Luna Park in Macau.

I caught the boat in Bel�m do Par�.

They've built a mill on the sea.

The fishing's not the same, my love.

In Tocantins

the Chief of the Parantins

went crazy over my blue jeans.

I got rollerskates for you.

And you can see Brazil on TV.

It looks like a storm.

I feel so sad and forlorn.

Oh, have pity on me.

I have a shot at something new,

a chance in the capital.

And no need for a diploma, my love.

In Tabariz the music sounds like the Bee Gees.

I danced with an unhappy tease

with hips like a typhoon at sea.

There's a line waiting behind me.

I'm gonna take a trip to Manaus

'cause here its 110 in the shade.

Looks like the sun will never set again.

Oh, how I miss our song,

and the fields of our backlands.

Truck driving's the good life, my love.

Baby, bye bye.

Regards to mother and dad.

I have to hang up now

'cause I've run out of dimes.

I'm gonna take the sled

to the Sun Street, in Macei�.

I caught a "disease" in Ilh�us.

But now all's well.

In March I'm off to Cear�

with the blessing of my "orix�".

And there I'll search for ore, my love.

Bye Bye Brazil.

I just used my last dime.

I think about you night and day. It's all OK.

I'm behavin'.

You bet I wanna go home.

I saw a Brazil on TV.

And caught a "disease" in Bel�m

But now everything's OK.

And I must hang up...

TO THE BRAZILIAN PEOPLE OF THE 21ST CENTURY