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KILAS, THE BAD GUY

Written by

DEDICATED TO LU'S BARRADAS, MY FRIEND, AN ACTOR,

DECEASED BEFORE THE MOVIE WAS COMPLETED.

Directed by

Me, I've never been any good with my hands.

Not the right one, not the left one.

But I've always been lucky.

When they fired me from the printer's for stealing lead,

my godmother,

who raised me ever since she took me from the orphanage as a little boy,

said to me, in tears:

"Such heartbreak! I raised you with such sacrifice, for this?

You should quit your bad crowd! Find a way of life, settle down..."

Settle down, I did settle. I settled that I'd never work for anyone again,

whether that pleased my godmother or not.

Tereno did everything to teach me how to play cards, but it didn't work.

We ended up playing another way, with his hands, and my mind.

We became equal partners.

Him, the brawn. Me, the brain, the fortune, the luck.

Lucas was my great friend, but Tereno, he became my shadow.

We made a living out of the air. The air...

That's what my godmother said,

furious about our way of life;, spent between the local cafk,

the gambling, the empty cabarets of the nights out in Lisbon,

the dawn when we practiced our contraband

of tobacco, antennae, transistors, a few girls thrown out at life,

made to sell, of course, who we gave nicknames rather than numbers.

Ladyfingers, Made-up Rose, Out-the-mouth, Lily Blowjob.

The last one is actually quite a lady.

Anyway, we met Rita in one of those dawns.

One of those dawns.

She came from behind to ask me for a lighter,

just like in an adventure flick.

Have you got a light?

Mine always works.

That's Tereno. And you?

Pepsi-Rita, performer. I start singing here today.

Crazy Horse salon, in Paris! Do you know it?

This one is in the bag. Wanna bet?

- Light. Light in the room. - Hey, Mademoiselle...

Oh gosh, what you do want? Oh for God's sake, put me down!

- Tell me about Crazy Horse. - Leave the woman alone. She's no slut.

So...

Sing, nightingale. Let's hear this song.

One day they said to me Rita, be on guard

[ warn you, life is rough Be on guard

Clench both fists and let's go Be on guard

I bid the plight farewell Put my hands on adventure

And I'm still here speaking

I strode on iron paths Be on guard

I walked the streets in hunger Be on guard

I slept on benches in the rain Be on guard

And solitude better not fool herself If I call her

Her name fits like a glove

I'hung out with men with knives Be on guard

Ilived with cheating men Be on guard

I lived with fighting men Be on guard

Some ended up on stretches Others lying down even more

Let the grave-digger tell you so

When I first kissed her, the woman seemed made out of silk.

A French-kissing machine.

The second time around I went crazy,

the roof of my mouth was dry and I felt like properly taking her home

so that the godmother saw and hear well

that the woman was mine and she was going to stay with us.

Because if godmother had a guest, Cosmo, I could have one too.

Little did I know that I was kicking luck around.

Wait, miss!

I'm coming.

What is this? Now you bring women home?

- Oh for God's sake... - You have no shame.

- You look like a canary. - Slut..

This one must be a woman of many men...

I can't even go to the toilet! Better many men than too few, okay?

- Getin, you wretched girl. - You bet I will!

The story of Paris, the salon and what not was real.

There really were some newspaper clippings, some pics

a giant poster with "Pepsi-Rita" on it,

So it wasn't very difficult to make her the star of a show.

The money started coming in clean and counted at the end of each month

and everything in excess of that was just beautiful.

Prostitution was ahop and a skip away.

Once you move in together, the man becomes calls the shots.

I decided to grow out a moustache, $0 I'd look more serious

and I finally lost this baby face which often lost me credibility.

In'a moment, I grew up, I gained weight.

I put this cool looking plate on the door.

It said: "Rui Ventura Tadeu, Imports / Exports."

So no-one came to me telling me I did nothing and was pimping Rita.

So much cash.

Good evening! Today it seemed you'd never arrive.

I've been here for two hours now.

Something smells nice!

- You always say the same thing! - I do, I did and I will.

- Give me your plate. - Until the unlikely day that you make

an unpalatable soup or cake.

- I rhymed, and it's true! - And what about Rita?

Why should I know? I know nothing of her life.

And I'm glad that's the case.

She must be rehearsing. Isn't that what she usually says?

- Easy! - Yeah, and I get the blame!

T's clear life at home was torture. Godmother and Rita kept fighting.

And me throwing water at the flames, trying to please both parties.

Rita was rebellious and as jealous as any fado singer of merit

that has felt on her the rough hand of a man.

She didn't mess around and I kept her on a short leash.

- Didn't I say so? - You have to come to dinner on time.

- Respect is never overrated. - Is this a nuns' college, or what?

And you allow this? It's all gone to the dogs.

Shut up!

You should be ashamed...

The last thing I need is to be hassled.

- Good night, Mr. Cosmo. - Good night.

A good night to you all.

- Women... They're all the same. - You got that right.

But some are worse than others. No offense, of course.

Nine. Three, nine, one.

Six and two, eight. Pay up.

- You. - Bow down to the bad guy.

- Hey, that's not everything. - You miss nothing!

Hey Kilas, you arrived and I lost right away.

Good evening.

- A new coat? Nice. - Careful...

The cat got your tongue or what?

You have a light?

Bagasse!

Don't you know ['only drink bitter almond liquor?

- Have I ever asked you for bagasse? - Sorry about that.

- Tereno, are you coming or not? - You should be more careful.

Sorry, I didn't mean to. Are you coming or what?

Bagasse... Everyone knows I hate it. It won't leave a stain.

It's a new jacket. Jesus...

Today this one's off her rocket.

- You coming? - I'll meet you there.

I'm going too, to show off my new jacket.

Hey, get an espresso, I'm buying. TWO espressos.

Hello? Call Mr. Rui Tadeu to the phone, please.

- Rita wants to talk to you. - I'm not here and I'm not coming.

Hello? No. He's not here.

It's you? If you're there so is he. Don't pull my leg.

Call him to the phone or I'll spend the night calling.

I'll have a better look.

You'd better go there yourself.

I don't like to be interrupted, I don't like being controlled.

Don't bother me.

I mean, our life was kind of in place, straightened out,

barring a few things.

Me, I'd come home at sunrise, after picking Rita up from the theatre

and leaving her to walk the streets

and after some serious card playing with Tereno.

Win or lose, godmother was always waiting with a latte and warm bread.

- Good night. - Good morning.

Rita likes storing the eggs on top of the fridge, as if on purpose.

That bread has no butter in it.

Whether I won or lost,

Rita left the money she made in the living room cabinet.

A part of it was for us and I managed it.

The other one for the saint and my godmother.

Money for the saint.

- How did it go? - How did what go?

- How did it go for you? - I won.

But by a small margin.

- Hello, my limpet. - Rita. Pepsi-Rita.

Annoying (irrita). Annoying me.

- You are Rita Hush... - Good.

Even when you lose, I still like you.

But when I win, you like me even more.

- And you like me best when I win. - Right, right.

Tonight it must have been the returnee from Brazil.

- He shook your money tree. - See, I told you so.

You liked that. Admit you liked it.

- No, don't be silly. - You did.

- You liked it. - No.

I'only like you, you bastard.

It was all as right as rain. At four, shaving at Mr. Afonso's.

Then, the movies, this passion of mine.

If Portuguese cinema was any good, I'd become an actor and that'd be it.

One fine day, Tereno said to me...

Hey, Kilas. With a head like yours, as if you can read people's minds,

you should take care of your physique. A bit of boxing wouldn't hurt you!

You're right, actually.

Natural movements, natural movements. Let's go.

One, two. Let's go. That's it. Your hands are sweaty now.

Pay attention, I'm going to explain why sweaty hands can be dangerous.

- Are you worried? - No, not at all.

Your left hand, please. Left hand. I'll show you what a punch is.

Let's punch. Go on. Move forward, punching.

Notice how you can be hit if you let your guard down.

Keep your guard up.

When you hit, that's it, this is the opponent's face.

Hit, come on. Got it?

And now, when you hit... One, two, three.

And that was when it all began.

The case of sweaty palms, my end,

call it what you will, when telling my tale.

It all started on the day that Rita picked me up from boxing.

Lily Blowjob called mid-afternoon, after such a long time,

and asked me to drop by.

It was Rita's birthday

and coincidences such as these don't happen every day.

I'had a gut feeling, something bad,

but the dice were cast

and the game had started without me knowing it.

- It's him. I'll get it. - Looks like a weakling.

A man of no character, aman without future.

- Kilas! - All good?

It's a great pleasure to have you in my home.

The pleasure is all mine. But you keep me waiting outside!

- Do you have almond liquor? - You still drink that poison?

- Always loyal, Kilas is the best. - Always loyal, always the same!

- And how's your gambling? - A lucky duck.

The American is on the roulette.

She comes every night and wins.

So, she needs to be taken care of.

T's that one.

Rosemary.

- Blackjack. What do I do? - Go in and get close to her.

- What's his name? - Kilas.

- Kilas? But that's not a name. - Of course not.

His name is Rui Tadeu. Kilas is because he's rough.

- So, he's rough? - Misbehaved. You know how it is.

T's like those karate flicks. The good, the bad...

The Kilas!

The killer, the assassin, the one who kills them all.

The one who had the football when he was a kid,

the one with the best suits, who told the best jokes, banged the ladies

and all that jazz. The best.

The Kilas. Who would've known, such a weak looking boy.

I'll bet he can't handle the heat.

What matters is that no one has ever brought him down.

I'm sure there's some story in the middle of all that.

Tell me, has the General returned from America?

He came with his daughter. Came by the day before last.

I need to speak to him, to coordinate a few things.

Hit me.

You're the one with the dollars and you're bleeding us dry.

Don't be a sore loser.

Go see what's going on.

He's not an idiot, he found the camera.

- Smart. - Come with me.

No. I'll find him later.

It was in an old cinema theatre That my story was retold

Memory is a trap, the looser it is The more trouble it gives

And in the wheel of fortune

We never know what we'll get

And those who have the upper hand Need to know the wheel doesn't stop

And fatally the end is drawing near Life doesn't stop

And while the mystery is playing out

In the abandoned cinema theatre

I look to the side and seek in vain Someone else who'll hold my hand

And the wheel of this fado

Only isn't feared By those who face it

And those who have the upper hand Need to know the wheel doesn't stop

And fatally the end is drawing near Life doesn't stop

And the piercing shrill of sirens In the sleeping city

Comes from life or from the screen Hear it today, it's for tomorrow

And in the wheel of life

We never know what we'll get

And those who have the upper hand Need to know the wheel doesn't stop

And fatally the end is drawing near Life doesn't stop

And I leave the cinema unsteadily Searching for a friendship

In acity I saw on the screen A wave seen from a window

- Where's Tereno? - He went to pick his up.

I don't know if it's his! It must be nearly over now.

Take your hat off, at least today! Let's light the candles.

- Only two? - It's so she seems younger.

Goon.

Now, we shut the lights and we wait.

- The flowers are lovely. - We sing when she shows up.

Who turned off the light? Maria?

Happy Birthday to you

Happy Birthday to you

The jar is from Ms. Maria, the roses are mine.

You know I prefer yellow roses.

['Ve mixed things up! [ thought the roses were all pink.

Happy birthday.

- How did you know? - We just knew!

- To the most beautiful Rital - It's nothing like that!

If I were someone in this world

If I were someone in the world After seeing you, so beautiful

I'd buy you at the price of gold There is no woman like you

Pepsi-Rita

- Wonderful! - You're quite the poet!

You think this is some supermarket? She's spoken for, she's not for sale.

Rita rhymes with "bonita" (beautiful) and I thought I'd make a verse.

But that one is much more beautiful than I am.

Who is it? ['ve never seen a movie with that bombshell!

- Rita Haitvort. - Rita Hayworth.

That's why Kilas says Rita, hush!

- It's old material. - Old material...

You never go to the movies. Don't you think she looks like me?

Igo, and I can tell you you're much more beautiful that she is!

End of story.

- Is this Mr. Rui Tadeu's house? - Yes, but he's still sleeping.

Don't tell me that. I know his habits. May I come in?

- Are we going to stand in the hallway? - No, please come in. This way.

Wait a moment, I'll wake him up.

What is it?

- Anything wrong? - Don't say that.

There's a strange man outside asking for you.

What does he want? I haven't done anything.

- Ask out what he wants. - I already have

but he ignored me and just came in.

- Mr. Rui Tadeu, aren't you? - Yes, that's right.

This isn't an hour for a visit. Unless it's to do with the police.

And I seriously doubt it, so...

Listen carefully, it'll be to your advantage.

[ Know who you are.

I know where, how, why, with whom, and of what you live.

I know enough about you to visit you at this hour of the day.

Which doesn't mean this is the best hour to visit someone.

The best time is when the time comes.

My hours are the best time for the people I visit,

[ will be needing you a lot, and you will be needing me too,

Mr... Kilas.

- I don't like that name. I don't. - Me neither.

Rui Tadeu.

Apparently, your servant.

You exaggerate, but mystery has its charms,

Mr...

I'm speaking to you.

You know everything about me but I know nothing about you.

Major. Call me Major.

This is army business! I am much more relieved.

You were starting to scare me.

- Where did you do your service? - I've never served.

- Your military service. Where? - I was excused.

Why, is that forbidden?

No. But I would've preferred it if you'd done it.

You'll understand why if you meet me at the place 1l tell you.

But why so much mystery? What do you want from me?

- Major. - Major.

You'll be well paid. You'll be very well paid.

Here's the cheque.

And here's the address where you'll be at six o'clock.

Listen, what if I miss the meeting?

15,500 escudos. Blimey. Wait 'till Tereno finds out...

The city is beautiful from up here.

Reality from afar is prettier.

Like in romance novels. In the movies it's quite different.

Yes, why don't you quit the drama?

My Major. I asked you to respect me.

And why don't you tell me what you want from me, my Major?

- What happened to your arm? - Afall, boxing.

- Broken? - No. It's fine.

Come with me, my car's over here.

- Where? - You don't have to know.

Why didn't you tell me to meet you at the place you're taking me?

We would waste less time.

I don't want you to know the way. You'll be blindfolded.

Oh this is way too much dramal

- This joke has already cost you. - I know what I'm doing.

If we are to get along, you'd better ask less questions.

Silence has its price. That's why it's said it's golden.

Golden? Well, if it's golden, let's get a move on!

What is this?

Do you really want me to answer or are you kidding me?

I never kid around. An army officer Who is honoured never jokes,

the national awareness ceased on the 25th of November,

all fun-loving officers... - Fine. It's a building.

- And this? - A building, again.

And this?

The guy from before, at the third storey window of the building.

Well done. You're a good observer of everything around you. Good.

- And now? - Now it's you with a little girl.

- You, my Major. - You, my Major.

- Repeat, you, my Major. - You, my Major. You, my Major.

- My, repeat. - My Major. My Major.

That's it.

The little girl is my daughter. She's very pretty, don't you think?

She takes after her mother. I have an older son.

He's in military school. Memorise this face well.

This is the man living in this house.

All we know about this man is what we know about most people.

His name, occupation, address.

But we all have two lives.

One that everyone knows, is open, and one that is more or less hidden.

This is his wife. She's quite hot. And the children.

But that doesn't matter.

I draw your attention to these guys.

You'll get their pictures, So you can do your job.

Your task is to monitor the house in the film and jot down anything odd.

Whenever one of them goes in there, call the number I'm about to give you.

There will be a recording machine or someone to receive your message.

We'll meet regularly, as you will be informed of

in the messages to the Holy Spirit published in the "Dig rio de NotAcias",

which you'll read every day.

There's a code that will teach you how to decipher the messages.

Our meetings will always be in the same place, the belvedere.

And what now?

Now, you monitor the house and give us the intelligence.

- With your men. - With my men? When?

- As of now. - As of now?

Yes. We have sufficient traces to believe that all these people

are about to meet up in that house in the film.

- That's where you may be of use to us. - How?

By letting us know of the arrival of any one of them.

- Or of all of them. - Or of all of them.

Our contacts will be made through the newspaper.

Prayers to the Holy Spirit.

- To the Holy Spirit? - To the Holy Spirit.

You'll learn how to decipher them in ajiffy.

Os€rio? Give him the pictures and the code for the phone.

The phone must only be used in an emergency.

- And what about the dough? - It will turn up, I assure you.

Or do you doubt it?

Hello.

The money for the saint.

With your high blood pressure you're drinking coffee in the morning?

- It's for Mr. Cosmo. - Oh, for Mr. Cosmo...

- I'm sure there's something there. - I don't understand.

I'm sure that what he wants is something else entirely.

- Good on you, godmother! - Dirty bastard. Don't be an idiot.

He must be loaded, lending money out at interest.

- Now that's a catch. - Listen, Mr. Cosmo is just a guest.

Yeah, I get it! Being served coffee in bed first thing in the morning...

You're so vulgar.

That's why you look so cosmic in the morning!

Where is the picture of the house? Oh, here it is. Here.

And add this one. Here.

The best thing would be to have a weekly rotating schedule.

- That would be more complicated. - But it would tum out equal for all.

It would be better for everyone to have his own times, always the same ones.

Yes, that might be good for this kind of operation...

For me, it's all the same.

In fact, the majority is always right.

Put these two up there also.

I'll do nights, as all cats are grey in the dark.

Porto FC, you're our glory...

In Guinea, my specialty was night time.

I saw their eyes glow in the dark and I never missed a motherfucker.

- I fucked them all up. - And what good did that do?

- Is it right or wrong? - What?

Do you think it's right that we gave the country over to them any old how?

- And the war, was it right? - Was it wrong?

Come on, cut it out.

- You get the keys for the mail box? - Here.

Didn't you know that his brother died in Tete?

- And why is that my business? - It's not cool.

Right, each one of us is responsible for checking out the mail box.

We don't touch what's in there.

We just jot down the names and the addresses, that's all.

And these photos? What are they for?

They'll be given to each one of you. It's to memorise their ugly mugs.

I already have. Don't need them. My head is like a Kodak camera.

- Keep them or you'll forget them. - Nah.

These two eyes, wherever they go, they take a picture.

Those won't get away. Especially since they're commies.

- Don't get drunk. - Where are you off to in a rush?

Spying for myself!

- Are you a student? - Don't tell me you are too?

Yes. I'm a working student.

I study during the day and work in my spare time.

During the day?

Or vice versal To be truthful, I work during my spare time,

in an intelligence agency.

Detective. Snitch.

Do I look like one? It's an intelligence agency.

For example...

A bank, or a store needs information

on a company or a customer.

If a company, like the bakery here, contacts my employers,

I'll supply the information on customers, suppliers...

And you always stop there to give information on bakers?

The bakery is an example! It could be anything else.

[ Thought you were from the police, or were screwing the maids.

Do look like a pimp, or a vagabond, or scum?

Or a student? What do you study?

Law.

You're planning on being a lawyer? Or adentist? A judge?

Lawyer.

Like those defending the political police?

- Wow, you can't stand me! - No.

I don't remember anything about my mother, nothing.

She was a tall woman, blonde. Beautiful. She didn't like me.

When I was born she wanted to have a boy

and cried for three days when she found out it was a girl.

['Only remember her funeral in Luanda. People were crying.

And sweating as it was so hot. I just wanted to laugh.

Because of that and for seeing grownups cry that way.

Then I was sent to Portugal, Viseu. First it was to Viseu.

To a school for posh girls. Then my dad died.

The money ran out and I came to Lisbon to be with the old ladies.

Both of them are horrible.

They own that house. They rent rooms and lend money.

- At an interest? - They're misers.

They are my dad's aunts.

They make my life miserable because of Jo 0.

Jo 0 was my cousin, the youngest one's son.

- He died in the war, in Guinea. - Where?

Guinea. He was older but I liked him and they think that I am his widow.

They're horrible, horrible.

I'm going to run away to be a teacher, as soon as I can.

Will you open a school?

I'd have to kill the hags and steal from them, or I won't go far.

No one goes far without money.

People are sad around here, aren't they?

One of the old ladies, the really old one,

spends her nights with her hands in the safe,

playing with her rubies, emeralds and other gems.

I peek through the lock and see their shine and hear their sound.

And she cries while she does this. Silly old woman.

Stinking rich and she cries. Have you heard of anything sadder?

- Don't you think it's sad? - Your story? Blimey!

- What a surprise. - Don't you like it?

Of course I do. You don't normally show up without letting me know.

You made up that rule, or are we forgetting it?

Today, we are. And does Tereno warn you when he comes by?

- Tereno? What's he to do with me? - Aren't these his cigarettes?

He forgot the box here. Or maybe it's a souvenir.

Don't be silly.

He probably left it during my birthday, or have you forgotten it?

Perhaps.

- I have stuff do to today. - You had. Today you're on me.

Today it's a good one, the best. At least five big ones.

It's probably him.

- These flowers are for you, Ms. Rita. - Thanks, Maria.

The flowers stay, they smell nice.

The card, we rip. It stinks.

- What are you doing here? - It's early, I know what I'm doing.

And me? I don't know what I'm doing?

Of course you do.

I have to go replace Lucas.

There are two locks, I should have two keys.

Enough said!

Here we go...

Did you sleep in the street or is life taking its toll?

You need to lighten up, you've been low these last few days.

- Check the cinemas for me. - Cinema, cinema or the Holy Spirit?

Cinema.

But does the Holy Spirit still have cinema? Wasn't it nationalised?

No, cinema is out of bounds.

If everything's been nationalised and he still has cinema,

this is a capitalist recovery. - You want them all or just the best?

All. The best for you are always the worst.

Our family is theatrical, being with us IS a succession of scenes.

We all want to play our part, well or badly.

Those who play a part aren't happy with themselves.

Maria JYlia, what are those children doing?

- What do they want? - I don't know, Ma'am.

They don't want anything, they're just watching you eat.

Maria JYlia!

Are you enjoying the film?

Why are Portuguese films so boring?

Blame the theatre.

To live in a house like this one, you need to have dough.

Good night.

Ana.

I've always dreamed of seeing ahouse like this on the inside.

- Do you expect me to invite you in? - I haven't expected anything else.

Anal Aninhas!

- Can I have a light? - What are you doing here?

We're monitoring that house, or have you forgotten?

By the way, what are you doing here?

- Fuck you! - What about my light?

Good night, good morning.

Hey, didn't Rita leave anything?

No. The only thing she does is talk to herself and slam drawers,

slam drawers and doors. She has no respect for anyone.

- Why don't you tell her that? - I've had it!

You brought her here, said she had no one and I was moved.

And you, who I raised as a son.

She doesn't respect you, doesn't respect me.

Are you deaf or just an idiot?

Fuck off.

Have you forgotten everything you owe me?

Have you forgotten that I raised you?

You bastard! You coward!

Telingmeto... To...

Me?

- Wanker. - What is it?

You should've told me what it was, $0 I wouldn't look like a fool.

Or don't you think I know what you're up to, wanker?

Yes, I'm leaving.

Then let's find out who'll support you, that slag or your godmother.

- Pimp her out! Pimp her! - Shut your mouth.

No, I won't, you second grade pimp!

Go on, hit me more, you bad boy.

Hit me!I Want me to hit you? Let go of me!

Look at those rolls of fat. You ugly bitch.

What do you think, that I'll just let you go?

Get dressed. Go on. Get dressed!

If et you go, do you think any man would chase you, you fat cow?

When you're in bed with me I'm not a fat cow, you cunt.

And with your money I'm not a fat cow either, you fucking pimp!

You won't say that again! I'll beat the crap out of youl

You leave when I say so, if 1 say so, and that's it!

You make me sick.

Miserable cow.

You have no morals.

This house reeks of women.

Whores... You're all the same.

Ciao.

Good morning, Ma'am. Is our friend in?

No, he's not. You're leading him down the wrong path!

And you still have the nerve tocall and ask if he's in!

- The nervel - Such lack of manners...

What the hell happened to you?

Tereno said I didn't arrive on time, right? The bastard could've waited.

- That's true. - He could've held on for a bit.

That's what I told him. I dropped by in case anything had happened.

- What kind of thing? - I don't know. The unexpected.

- Any complications with Rita? - You spoke to her?

- What did she tell you? - 1 didn't talk with her.

You went by and didn't speak to her. You're psychic?

Your godmother gave me this. [ think it was under the door.

Probably. No stamp.

THE BROAD CHEATS ON YOU AND IS STUDYING TO BECOME A WHORE.

I WARNED YOU, MY FRIEND.

Hadn't seen you in a while. Thought you'd given up.

I came to see what's new. And what are you doing here?

Lucas.

Something's fishy.

What is it?

The guys from the photos are all there.

Londres cinema calling.

All the tickets are booked for tonight's session.

What? We can't watch it?

Ok. Not even at the door?

Tomorrow, another cinema and another film. Got it.

It continues on the show page. Got it.

Ok.

You upset or the cat got your tongue?

Do you think this is the right place for us to talk?

Meet me upstairs.

Tell me what's wrong.

Go on. Tell me.

Listen, who was the guy who took you home at 6 am the other day?

- Are you following me? - Am I what?

- Following me? - Yes, I am.

And who are those two downstairs? What is this, what are you doing?

You must have a lot to tell me, you really must.

And you'll tell me everything today.

And you'll do with me what you do with the others.

Am I less than the others? Do it. Do I have to pay you?

If you don't do it, I'll kill you. I'll kill you.

You're just like the others. Worse than the others.

Are you scared?

Why are you scared? Aren't you going to open a school?

What kind of school? Must be a hell of a school.

A school for whores, isn't it? Must be a hell of a school.

A school for whores!

- Goon, do it. - I want nothing to do with you.

- You want money? - You're a second grade pimp.

You'll never be anyone in life. You'll end up begging on the streets.

What are the suits for? They're useless.

You're rotten! You don't fool anyone!

It's enough to look at your face.

SHIT

Good night.

Good morning.

Where's Rita?

In there.

Rui, for God's sake!

- You're reading at the table again. - Why, is it forbidden? Can't 17?

It's junk, graphic novels.

It's better than the kung fu and karate stuff you see.

A violent explosion shook the Graja neighbourhood this morning.

A medium bomb partially destroyed

the house of the known anti-fascist JoodaNazar».

Cubans.

Communists, that's what they are! They deserve it.

Oh please, cut it out.

Don't be sad. Life is short.

I would like to know what the bombers get out of this.

They deal with the communists, of course.

If they sent them all to Russia, nothing like this would happen.

And if it weren't the Communists?

Everything evil comes from them. Soares was right.

Of course, now he's not anymore.

What we need is another Salazar.

But why would they plant bombs in their friends' houses?

To get rid of them, of course. Blaming the others.

T's what I tell you, what I've always told you.

These on the TV are all communists. They cover for one another.

- Let's go. - This time, I don't think so.

You don't think so...

Hurry up, Il be late because of you. It's always the same.

- Good night. - Good night.

Always the same talk.

And why don't we switch the television off?

You don't say anything?

- I have to go. - See you later.

- Later, when? - See you later, later,

Forget the Major. Don't look for him again.

- Forget him. - Then tell me all you know.

Forget it, I've told you.

Kiss me...

Infallible novena.

Jesus, you said ask and it will be given to you,

seek and you shall find, knock and it will be opened to you.

Through your Holy Mother I knock,

and I hope my prayers are answered. - You are in on this.

I thought the guy was a client. Listen, where can I find him?

I know as much as you. I also have to read the paper.

- We're on the same boat. - What if the boat sinks?

You'll only drown if you can't swim.

- And what if you're lying? - I wouldn't have much of a future.

- If you're telling the truth? - You don't have a future.

- So, I'm... - No. I don't know.

Maybe.

Here's the novena.

"Prayer to the Holy Spirit. Holy Spirit, you..." Doesn't matter.

- "You who grant me the venture..." - Venture.

"Of forgiving and forgetting our trespasses..." Doesn't matter.

"Mention your request..." Here!

"Pray five Hail Marys and one Hail Holy Queen."

- Five Hail Marys? - Five.

- Five... -"In urgent cases, this novena..."

- What day is it today? - The fifth.

"This novena should be done in nine hours.

Published for having attained agreat grace. Saint Lucas Tadeu."

- Saint Judas! - Lucas, Lucas, Tadeu!

Five, nine, Lucas... I'm fucked. Give me the paper.

Ventura.

Lucas.

Hail Marys.

That's it, today at nine. At least he's breathing.

- Ana told you? - It was on TV last night. Remember?

The orphanage. Damn it. You knew it was for this?

I think we're done. Perhaps we should go away for a while.

He who laughs last, laughs longest.

- And what are you doing now? - Telling him to stuff it.

That won't solve anything. Try to get it out in the open.

In the open? Bombs are bombs. They're trouble, that's for sure.

What does it matter to know who planted them and why?

They explode, all the same.

- Politics sucks. - It's not really like that.

Not really like that? What would you know?

I know that who plants the bombs are the snitches and the fascists.

You read that in the paper.

These guys need a dictatorship, atight belt and a closed mouth.

Well, this doesn't matter. I need to know if I'm going to that meeting.

Goon..

File this.

Look at these idiots.

Cosmois right... What we need is another Salazar.

For God's sake.

No more bombs and the sheep get back on track. That's .

Let's see what we have here.

We have...

...Tadeu sleeping.

Tadeu resting.

Tadeu has lunch and is replaced by this man in the afternoon.

- What's his name? - Lucas.

- What? Excuse me? - Lucas.

Lucas. And this one? What's this boy's name?

- Oh, this one is Tereno. - Tereno what?

Tereno.

- Just Tereno? - Yes.

Tadeu is late. He goes inside, which is bad. It's risky.

And worse, he's putting everything at risk.

Ah, there we have it. The femme fatale.

And this one? Who is she? What have you told her?

Ana. Her name is Ana. I didn't tell her anything.

- My Major. - My Major.

Ana? What does she know?

What did you tell her when you returned to the scene,

risking yourself and worse, risking the whole enterprise?

For a woman, Tadeu? Go on, tell me what she knows.

I've already told you, nothing. Do you think I'm dumb?

Good. Better that way. I'm glad you're disciplined.

Better that way, as we can talk.

Have you figured out who you were monitoring?

- No, I haven't. - Commies.

A Communist is only a good Communist once he's dead.

But... they're good militants.

They engage in subversion like the blessed go to church.

Go over to that side.

We need men because ours can't show their faces. Meaning...

We need...

...you!

- For what? - Since we're at it, for...

Don't count on me for that.

Communists or not, they're entitled to life like me and you, my Major.

Keep your money. I'm out of here.

Out of here? Who told you so? Haven't you understood, idiot?

Haven't you understood that you're in our hands?

- One of my men may help you. - Which one?

Tereno. He was a good soldier.

Do what you want. You or him.

Better him if he was a good soldier.

But one thing must be clear, you're still the boss,

you're the one I pay.

Very well, send me this Tereno.

The city is beautiful from up here.

Reality from afar is prettier.

- Tereno? - Yes.

- Tereno what? - Just Tereno. Private Tereno.

- Well done, good. Private Tereno? - At your orders, my Major!

So, you've been told... What else did they tell you?

To come here with the newspaper and that you'd find me. And you did.

It didn't take much. I already knew you.

- What Corps? - Commando. Guinea, 70.

Commando.

You were in Conakry?

Bravo.

And now you hang out with Tadeu, Kilas?

Yes, but just out of friendship. It's boring, uneventful work.

We became friends because of the "T".

Tadeu, Tereno..."Tand T".

You know what you're here for?

They only told me about the paper and I am at your orders, my Major.

Come take a closer look at the city.

We need to cleanse this city.

Make peace and tranquillity return to the homes

and have respect for values and tradition again.

Family, property, the eternal values of the nation.

The people rejected totalitarianism at the ums, left and right.

And in their consciousness and wisdom, chose freedom.

- My Major, are you for voting? - It's democracy.

And what if the Communists win because of voting?

As that is contrary to democracy, if they win we'll destroy them.

- With bombs? - Yes. With bombs.

- Good night. - Good night.

You're paying us a visit?

Is your godmother well?

- Everything set? - Tomorrow morning.

IF YOU WANT TO SEE IT AND BELIEVE IT,

GO BETWEEN 10 PM AND 1 AM TO STREET...

Drive slowly.

Turn around.

Stop.

Go.

So, you recognise me? Don't tell me you recognise me.

So you want to change your face?

I changed my face. And meanwhile, what have you been up to?

You're asking me questions? You're the one I have to pick a bone with.

That depends.

In addition to changing your face, you're about to change partner?

But you're still in.

No, I'm out. Go tell the Major that Rui Tadeu is out.

This is serious business.

I'm out. I didn't do military service when I had to and I won't now.

So tell the Major, or whatever he is,

that if anything, I mean anything at all happens to me,

an accident, a tiny accident, like this small,

the papers will all know when, how, who and why... That's it!

- You can't do that. - Why not?

Because this is a serious matter, it's not just a business.

You were actually a cool guy. You know what ruined you?

The war. Haven't you realised that these bombs have no future?

The war. Haven't you realised that these bombs have no future?

You're the one with no future, Kilas.

The Major doesn't give a shit about your threats.

- And I'm telling you as a friend. - I don't have any friends.

This is a game. Some players today, others tomorrow.

Yesterday, it was you.

I think you lost, Kilas.

And before you finish last, we should have a very serious talk, both of us.

But we can't have it today or in here.

In fact, that's why I've avoided showing up.

It's hard for me to tell you that you'll lose.

What's wrong? Are you feeling ok?

Do you need anything? Are you ill? What's wrong?

Kilas!

Son of a bitch!

Oh look, it's Rui. Was he supposed to come?

Cerdan couldn't come and sent me. This is his son.

- Fan, sit down. - I don't know if Kilas will like it.

- We'll play. - They're arriving.

I'm going to find a place to lie down the girl.

But what's going to happen?

Your dad sent you here to learn and not to ask questions.

The kid's a faggot.

Let me through. Never mind that.

- Help me get through. Does she pass? - Yes.

Faster.

She's here.

She's beautiful.

Looks like Our Lady.

[ Want to go first.

No! No one touches her!

Cut the ropes around her ankles, [I take care of the top.

Step back, take it easy!

Easy! Why the rush?

Grab her arms and put her up against the wall.

It won't work. She won't hold up. He gave her a drink.

- Ether? - Ether.

Get out of herel

Get lost!

Look. It didn't work.

No one touches the woman!

- Five. - Ten!

It's mel

Three, three.

- I need to speak to you. - That's new.

[ Thought you'd said farewell. Doesn't "ciao" mean goodbye?

You took off your mask? You're always taking that off.

I'm not in the mood for jokes. Give me that.

Are you happy now?

Are you?

- What are you having? - Champagne for all. On me.

- What about you? You're not drinking? - I have a message from Tereno.

He lost his balls? Now he sends messages?

You know why he didn't come.

He says he spoke to the man, the man agreed, and you were right.

He apologises.

And so he came. He's waiting for you outside.

My mistakes. Bad fortune. Burning love.

- What does that mean? - My mistakes are my errors.

Bad fortune is your luck.

You're drunk.

- Why didn't Tereno come tonight? - I don't know. And I don't care.

- Where's Tereno? - Tereno who?

Taxi! Taxi!

Come on, come on.

I'm leaving. I'm done.

My things can stay here, I'don't need them. Deal with it.

- What? - You know what you left up there?

- Me? - What a bunch of crap.

No more Pepsi-Rita. Get out of here.

In fact, I'm not Pepsi and I'm not Rita. Scram.

Take this guy away, please.

It was in an old cinema theatre That my story was retold

Memory is a trap, the looser it is The more trouble it gives

And in the wheel of fortune

We never know what we'll get

And those who have the upper hand Need to know the wheel doesn't stop

And fatally the end is drawing near Life doesn't stop

And while the mystery is playing out In the abandoned cinema theatre

I look to the side and seek in vain Someone else who'll hold my hand

And the wheel of this fado

Only isn't feared By those who face it

Subtitling CRISTBET, Ida.