All language subtitles for Tráfico AKA Traffic (1998) EN

TRAFFIC

Any similarity to persons
living or dead, facts or events

is merely coincidental.

South Of Portugal, Today.

Jesus, get down off the dinosaur!

There's no one here at all.

Next year there won't even
be a beach.

- That's nonsense.
- I read the papers.

Mum, I want to go in the water...

That's enough,
you've just had two ice creams.

I want to go in the water.

For Christ's sake, two ice creams
won't do him any harm.

He's better off here
than in all that wind.

- Is this weather the kid's fault?
- No, Hélio, it's yours.

- Did I book the holidays?
- Cheapskate...

There's no one here at all...
l see you two all year round.

OK, Jesus, I'll take you
for a paddle...

Come on!

Oh, I love this song...

Oh, the mystery of music.

Wait!

- They say you gamble a lot...
- 1 don't know if it's a lot.

- And do you win?
- Mostly I do.

- What does it feel like?
- It feels better than losing.

- Don't you get fed up of it?
- No, I enjoy it more and more.

Is this also true
of your business deals?

Of course, I gamble
with business deals.

Where do you think I gamble?

I think you have a stain...

I can assure you it is absolutely
impossible for me to have a stain.

- What's the secret of your success?
- A lot of work,

hardly any politics,
a lot of tiredness.

Why do you want
s0 much money?

I'm sorry, I don't have much time,
I'll give you five minutes more.

- I've only just started!
- No, five minutes is all.

I'm feeling a bit strange...

You always get the results
of the elections right.

Don't we all?

It's said that you gave
great amounts to the...

Yes, that's what they say.
Fools say those things.

Isn't it true that you gave
a check for a hundred million?

In the old days, those who
couldn't hold down a profession

used to go into fine arts. Now
they are members of parliament,

political commentators
and journalists,

and, so I hear,
they earn pretty well.

Excuse me, Mr. President,
you have an urgent phone call.

I told you I was...

I'm sorry... You've probably
finished I suppose?

No, not yet.

Fine, I'll only be a moment.
Where is it?

I'm feeling like an idiot
knowing you're alone in bed.

You're so sweet, thank you
for the collar. It's fantastic.

It's true that objects
are outside the soul,

yet they are the fuses
for our senses...

What's more worthy of the spirit
than the veneration of matter?

! like your enthusiasm.

Speaking of which you can't
pull my hair so much,

I've got a splitting headache.

Then we'll invent something else.

- Come over today.
- You know { can't,

today is for the family...
I'll call you.

- What's the matter?
- I feel you stopped loving me.

Don't be silly...

A man is like a heavy boat,
a heavy bird, over the abyss.

Look, I close my eyes and eyelids
so I don't lose my balance.

Don't be impatient,
I'll phone you later.

Don't do that, I'm going out.
Do you think I enjoy lying here?

Hello?

What's going on?

Hello?

- Dona Lara is busy.
- She must see me. It's urgent.

- But who's in there?
- The General's wife.

This I've got to see.

Oh no, the Hanged Man!

Dona Amelia, the Hanged Man
is a fine Arcanum.

The Popess, Strength...
You are very lucky.

Really, Dona Lara?

I've deserved it,
I've deserved it.

And you possess the secrets
of the world, of the Sun and Moon.

I see encounters,
new knowledge,

exciting experiences,
maybe journeys. Money...

I know I owe you
for three visits.

But I'll pay you, Dona Lara,
I'll pay you.

The General's been very strict
about my allowance.

He writes everything down
in a little notebook.

And this month I had
some unexpected expenses...

Don't worry, Dona Amelia.
Everything will be fine.

I hope.

Thank you, my friend.
I'm so happy.

I just can't imagine
what might happen to me...

Father Lino will now show you

the image of one of the saints
most beloved of the Portuguese,

John the Baptist, saint and martyr
from the first century.

Despite being younger than Jesus,
he was his master

and baptized him.

He began his mission after living
for a long time in the desert...

Seven thousand!

...feeding on roots and honey

and only wrapped in a camel skin
and a jute belt.

Seven thousand two hundred!

Father, look at the lady
with a feather in her hat.

He was ordered to be killed
by Herod Antipas

who, in order to satisfy his
lover and sister-in-law Heriodias,

offered the saint's head
on a platter to Salome,

Heriodias's daughter...

Seven thousand five hundred,
the young man in the brown hat.

St. John the Baptist, patron
saint of highways and inns,

skin, tanning and cutlery
merchants,

of those in jail and those
condemned to death.

Seven thousand
seven hundred and fifty.

He's whom people turn to when
suffering severe migraines.

Seven thousand
seven hundred and fifty, once!

Singers, musicians and even
the police force of Madrid

have the honour of having
elected him as their patron.

Seven thousand
seven hundred and fifty, twice.

Seven thousand seven hundred
and fifty, three!

Sold to the couple
with the red Pajero.

Mum, I didn't catch any...

- What's the matter now?
- 1 didn't catch any seagulls.

Don't bother me.
Go and dig some holes.

Go on!

Mum, look what I found.

- Where?
- Over there.

Hélio, wake up.

Wake up, we're rich.

We're rich, dad.

I didn't see anyone.

The Portuguese are very suspicious,
they hear too much...

But, General, why do you need
to know the destination?

The less you know the better.

Hell, there's always
ethical questions...

Material questions
are more comforting...

Indeed, real names

harm our insight,
don't you agree, Dr. Tadeu?

Yes, sir. Let us talk
of things that we can name.

Balassala, Vaduz or Gibraltar?

- Vaduz.
- That's better for us.

And what about the transfers?

In blocks of 8 million,
no authorization is needed...

But that's a whole year
of remittances...

Banks need something
for their employees to do.

But I would like
some guarantees...

You offend us, General.

We are not amateurs
and we don't work with trifles.

You also should not offend
a rich man

who comes from
a humble background.

I'm very sorry...

You have immediate access
to the offshore statements.

- Ask your Doctor, there.
- That is correct, sir.

We only need a keyword.

An inadequate cryptonym
might stimulate imagination.

A cryptonym?

A cryptonym!

From the Greek "kruptos”, hidden,
and "onuma", name.

I have a particular predilection
for white magnolias.

Then it's Magnolias.
But Black Magnolias.

I knew we were going to return
to our African destiny.

Africa!

Excuse me, it's mine.

Just a moment, it's my wife...
What does she want now?

Hello,Mignone! What's the...

Balassala, Vaduz or Gibraltar?

Vaduz.

Vaduz.

I have a particular predilection
for white magnolias.

"Pop over"?

How can you "pop over"?

Why don't you bang
instead of popping?

OK, don't get annoyed.

How am I supposed to know
who Clara d'Aveiro is?

Yes, yes, I should know...

Go, go and have fun,
see you later.

Yes, I don't mind. Bye.

What's this, "popping over”!

Magnolia...

- Hasn't Clara arrived yet?
- Come on, Clara's always late.

Take your coat off, girl.

You look eleven years older
wearing that dress...

Sit down next to me.

I'm worn out, I've been modelling
the whole day long.

It was like I was possessed!

What were you making?

An Eve. I'm always
making Eves now.

What else is there
worth making?

One day you'll have to pose
for me. You'd make a good model.

Me?

Thank you...

So the secret of "Paradise”,
your great exhibition, is Eves?

- No, that's in the past.
- But isn't the opening tomorrow?

I'm already working on the future.
Where's Clara got to?

- If you promise you won't tell...
- Of course not!

I'm as silent as the grave.

It will be a great shock.

Adam. Lots of them. Adami!

Adams!

Adami,
Adam shouldn't have a plural.

Maria, bring in the tea!

Bread and wine
On the table stood

And if someone
Humbly knocks

They sit down with us

To eat amply
This honesty is fine

And the good folk
Never deny

That the joy of poverty
Lies in this great wealth

Of giving and being happy.

It's no disgrace to be poor

No disgrace
To be a mad woman

It's no disgrace to be poor

No disgrace
To be a mad woman

Disgrace is when
One holds Fado

In one's heart
And in one's mouth

Disgrace is when
One holds Fado

In one's heart
And in one's mouth.

Stop that, girl!

It is a beautiful image,
Father Hipdlito.

I had to show you my gratitude

for all these years
of friendship towards me.

Over 25, I think.

All things considered, I don't
see your decision as a surprise.

- But it's nevertheless a shock.
- Thank you, Count.

It is fitting to explain
the mysteries of the spirit

in the objects
which surround us.

Our church has lost qualities,
people seek more colourful ones,

with quicker more visible miracles,
although they're not quite miracles.

And the poor fools pay ten percent
of their miserable wages for this.

The Roman Catholic Church's
sadder and slower to act.

Look at the time it will take
to canonize our Cardinal.

And it's not a sure thing!

If mad women

Feel nothing

It's no disgrace to be mad

If mad women feel nothing

It's no disgrace to be mad

What is a disgrace
Is to sing so much

One ends up singing flat.

I've also lost the ability
to discover lost treasures,

the ability to cure the sick,
the predicting of the future...

No one turned up.
The emptiness of the waiting,

the repeating of the same
lamentable visions...

I need to sort out my life,
I'm only 65!

The problem is that few of us
descend from our first King.

All the others from Adam and Eve,
and God made a grave mistake.

May God forgive you.

If God had forbidden the serpent
instead of the apple,

Adam would have eaten the beast
and none of this would happen.

Dad!

I know you like cakes. Would you
like me to have one made?

- No, not at all.
- Perhaps an ice cream?

- If it's no trouble.
- No trouble at all.

Mafalda, do me a favour,
ask them to bring an ice cream.

You know what I'd like to do?
I'd like to have a swim.

And with this clammy heat
here in the Alentejo...

Father, the pool is yours.

Good afternoon...
Good afternoon, Count.

Father Hipdlito, honestly!

The flock has scattered
and I can't control it. Help me!

That's all right, dear,
stay where you are.

I'll get it.

Come in, darling.

Who's this?

Dona Amelia Castro, a great friend
of mine. My little girl.

Such an expressive face.
What an intelligent expression.

What does she do, Suzette?
I'm sure she writes.

You write remarkable things,
don't you?

You must write a play for me,
a wonderful play.

I'll perform it everywhere,
until I'm old.

And then I'll be able to die.
I will never be forgotten

for the years of glory in which
I performed your beautiful play.

Ah yes, to write...
To write!

Such a great soul
for such a small body.

The girl doesn't write, Clara.
She's a museum piece.

A dedicated wife.

A wife?
From only one marriage?

- Yes, yes.
- How funny! So nice.

Tell me, little girl,
do you love him a lot?

I've been married
for so many years...

You love him...

What's he like in bed?

I used to have a mania
for getting married.

Keep your love for yourself,
little girl, like a treasure.

Enjoy yourself until you
find out what it truly is...

Wind.

- No one knows my sufferings.
- Isn't there anything that...?

- There's no cure for this.
- How about a cup of tea?

Maria!

No, I'd rather have a drop
of wonderful whisky.

It's the only remedy
for acid gases.

Without water or ice.
They're poison for my system.

Will you pour it?

Thank you.

And leave that nice bottle
on this charming table.

You're so sweet, darling.

My life is such a horrible mess...

And it always will be.

Oh, intelligent little face, you
writers don't know what life is.

I don't write, honestly!

Do you think that these Sephardis

will end this play
while they can make a buck?

And I'm tired and sick...

Oh, sweetie...

Thank God your precious gift.

To write...
The only thing worthwhile.

Behave, Clara.
The girl doesn't write.

- She is a married lady.
- Ah yes, love...

It's the only thing.

But you can't imagine
what acid gases are like.

Do you want me to hit you
in front of her?

Have pity on poor Clara.

You need to sleep;
you still have a few hours.

Well, it seems I have to go.
I didn't realize it was so late...

It has been wonderful.
Unforgettable!

How time flies when one's
having fun...

Go on, go to him!

But when he starts bringing
tarts home,

you should get out.

- I always did it too late.
- I don't understand...

Sleep with him!

Oh, my God, it's so late...

Don't worry.
Everything'll be all right.

I don't know...

It's the only tune that calms
my nerves. It doesn't bother you?

- This tune?
- No, no, no. It's fine.

So, tell me.

This is my friend I told you about.
She's young and pretty.

She's pretty and too young.

How old are you?
I don't want any problems.

Twenty.

What did she do before?

OK. Model or student
of Social Communication?

Come on!

I've got no job or any way
of earning money.

Show me them.
I haven't got all day!

- Do you have any diseases?
- No. You've got my certificate...

Certificates! Pimp?

As a matter of fact... No.

Did I tell you
to lower your arms?

Don't cause trouble
and answer my questions.

- Do you have a pimp or not?
- Yes, I do.

The conditions are the following:

if you are chosen,
50% is for the house.

You are entitled to a maximum
of three drinks per night.

For each bottle of champagne
you take to the customers

you get 20%.
For each whisky, 10%. Understood?

- Yes.
- Stand up.

Turn round.

Walk over there and come back.

You cannot turn down customers

no matter how weird or filthy
their requests are.

Bend over on the table.

I won't accept drugs
nor fornicating without a condom.

In this establishment
everyone is healthy.

I'm always looking
at my girls' arms.

Sanitary control
is obligatory every month.

We do our accounts twice a week,
on Mondays and Thursdays

between 5 and 7 p.m.

A body without God,
a body without a soul.

A carcass!

- We ought to get it down...
- No, leave it where it is.

As an example for others.

- It's so shocking...
- Why aren't they humble?

Why don't they leave like us?

Abuse and squandering,
going against His word.

Look to the heavens.

Moloch has taken the place of God
and is awaiting his victims.

What stench...
Well, let's get out of here,

we still have to sell
the sheep today.

- This one's very pretty.
- No way. It's hollow.

This man looks more like it.

- It's very pretty.
- Isn't it expensive?

Silly. We're not going to spend
any money on our holidays.

Don't you know what
we've got in store for us?

Don't talk so loud,
they'll put the price up.

- What a stench!
- Amelia?

Sorry I'm late, but I
completely lost track of time!

I've never heard you speak
like that.

You popped over to Antonio
Almeida's, after all.

You know perfectly well that
Suzette's first name is Suzette!

For me it's Antonio.
He never fooled me...

And did the film actress
stand on her head?

The great Clara d'Aveiro
will never make films.

She is our greatest
theatre actress!

She is fantastic, fabulous...
And yes, she was there.

Good, good...
But what did she do?

If you really want to know...
She recited Pessoa!

Oh, God, it must have been
great fun!

If you're going to be like that
I'm going to bed without dinner.

Mignone, don't be upset...

Don't forget you've got Furgel's
evening party tomorrow.

Commendator Maximo's
coming from Oporto for it

and I have to meet him...
At 6 p.m. sharp. General's time!

But before that I have to go
to avernissage.

Perhaps my dear friends would like
to come to Furgel's with me.

Oh, my God,
I forgot about the hairdresser's.

And what am I going to wear?

Give me a cigarette, girl,
give me a cigarette!

I want my youth back!

Non, je dis non!

The lady is French.
She has a strange accent.

Christ, I've had it,
my French is hopeless!

Five minutes more.

Hello? Yes, General.

"The birds return to the snow.”

Sshhh! You'll wake the kid.

It's the dinosaur!

It's here, it's here!

Couldn't she wait
to do that in the hotel?

We have dew.

Father Hipdlito, why are we
going up so high?

Wouldn't it be better to rest
for a while?

Here they come more slowly
and so they see us better.

But, Nono...
My job is intolerable,

as it contradicts my only desire
and my only vocation,

which is to be a mother.

My job will never be able
to exalt me,

but it may well completely
disturb me.

Nervous states of the worst kind
constantly overwhelm me.

Why don't I give it up?

I can do no more
than give a lamentable reply.

I don't have the strength.

And also due
to my true nature:

I am a sick, taciturn,

unsatisfied being...

Pray for me
and have me prayed for.

A big, big hug.

Ciao, Nono. Un baccio.

Tu pleure?

I don't understand this at all...

Cate va?

Babie, merci!

You're a cretin,
a total cretin.

You're Brazilian!

And you are the essence
of ordinariness, my love.

What you are is very smart.

A little intelligence may give
pleasure to an animal relationship.

But not in this case.

Get out, I've got a lot
to do today! Come on, out!

You are ridiculous and sad.

I've have the average learning
of a European!

What a crazy idea,
priests hitching lifts.

What a crazy idea,
giving lifts to priests!

Don't be stupid. With a priest
in here no policeman will stop us.

- Where are you headed?
- To Lisbon, if possible.

Almada,
the Christ the King monument!

Carry your backpack
on your lap. The trunk's full.

That's alright.

- Get in.
- Thank you.

Mum, I want to go by the window.

Excuse me, Father,
but don't I know you?

I don't think so...

Perhaps from a dream, my son...

Excuse me, I never had the chance
to ask a priest this question,

nor the courage...
What is a celestial phenomenon?

A star at night,
cirrus and cumulus

and a pillar of clouds
during the day.

Dona Amelia,
you'll have to wait a tick.

I came early. Perhaps because
my husband said I had to be ready.

I still have to go to avernissage.

Couldn't you make my hair
a little more modern?

- Well, I'll be right back.
- Thank you.

- He's a heavyweight.
- A heavyweight?

He donates lots of money
to different organizations,

I don't know if you understand,

ministers, things like that...

Just between the two of us,

but the gentleman is a tired
and asthmatic seducer,

his heart is panting and his
sexual organs are worn out.

But he has an amazing ability
to make vices pleasant.

I don't know why they chase
after Pedro.

He's an excellent father.

Of course he is!
And extremely nice.

Nothing to turn your nose up at.

Two minutes more
and I can do you.

Thank you.

I haven't seen
your brother-in-law.

Didn't you know?

He's dead, he exploded.
His heart burst.

I didn't know...

It's not important.
It serves him right.

Let's hope it's a lesson for him.

It didn't break,
it didn't break!

Thank God...
What the hell was this?

What a great country!

I reckon this is the work
of someone unemployed.

I feel sorry for the innocent guy
who is still smouldering!

I'm just sorry about one thing.
The ones who should be in there

are my second husband and all
of the rabble of his family!

We have beautiful blondes,
exotic brunettes,

sizzling half-castes...

Total humiliation
with accessories, vinyl...

Isabel, 28 years old,
tall, firm and sensual.

- What nonsense is this?
- It's twenty past two, General.

Give me the paper.

Oh, hell!

We've had it! I've had it!

Call Dr. Tadeu immediately.
On the mobile, of course!

I have to speak to the ltalians.
Urgently.

Poor Nicolai lvanovich...

"And yet show I unto you
a more excellent way.

"Though I speak with the tongues
of men and of angels,

"and have not charity,

"I am become as sounding brass
or a tinkling cymbal.

"And though I have
the gift of prophecy,

"and understand all mysteries
and all knowledge

"and though I have all faith
so that I could remove mountains,

"and have not charity,
I am nothing.

"And though I bestow
all my goods

"and though I give my body
to be burned,

"and have not charity,
it profiteth me not.”

Mum, I'm frightened!

Shut up, or I'll turn you into a pig!

- Oh, my God!
- What's the matter?

- Stop the car, stop the car now!
- Why?

Can't you see?
Can't you see, man?

Can't you see, Hélio?!
Stop the car!

Calm down!

What am I supposed to see?

Would you mind swapping
places with me, Father?

I don't mind, but there's
less room back here.

But I'd prefer it.

- What's the child's name?
- His name is Jesus.

- Honestly?
- Yes, Jesus.

God help me!

I sacrifice everything to be
of service, even my conscience.

If you want to know,
I don't believe in any of this.

You can't please everyone.

It's impossible, believe me.
And frankly...

You all seem to be rushing to
appear in those crappy magazines.

One needs to look
after one's image...

You lot are sweeping too much
rubbish under your carpets.

And if these guys find out...

You see what I mean.
You have to speak to...

He's flighty,
you can't trust him.

And then there's the newspapers.

And what about lawyers?
What do we pay them for?

Besides, there are lots of laws
in the codes about libel.

Journalism is a way of life
like any other.

You're right about that...

Let's sit down; one can't have
serious conversations standing up.

The fact is they're always
trying to find unpleasant ways

of talking about my money.

You should create a Foundation.

Protecting the arts
or something like that,

and no rag will stop praising
your merit for a minute.

You may have something there...
Did you hear that? Make a note.

And see if you can come up
with a name.

You can't carry on waving your asses
at the foreigners,

you have to make life easier for us.
- Even more?

The country progresses in free
business, not in peace and justice.

You can't have your cake
and eat it.

Pro nobis...

I never forget anything,
I always remember. Believe me.

I always remember those
who give me trouble.

You're making things difficult...

Do you think I want
to finish you off?!

Tell me, is that what you think?

- Well, have a good afternoon.
- Aren't you staying for the film?

I don't have the time
for that type of things.

I'm sorry for interrupting you,
Minister.

I would like to ask you for a favour.
See what you can do for my son.

- Where is he?
- He's here, Minister.

- I can't do anything.
- Well, thank you very much.

Excuse me. Do you have tickets for
the first or the second screening?

Because it's already started.

I think they're for the first.
Check it, Santos.

Good evening, Casca;

brought you Caesar home?

Why are you breathless?
And why stare you so?

Are you not mov'd,

when all the sway of earth
shakes like a thing unfirm?

O Cicero,
I have seen tempests,

when the scolding winds
have riv'd the knotty oaks;

and I have seen th'ambitious ocean
swell and rage and foam,

to be exalted
with the threat'ning clouds.

But never till to-night,
never till now,

did I go through a tempest
dropping fire.

Either there is a civil strife
in heaven,

or else the world,
too saucy with the gods,

incenses them
to send destruction.

Why, saw you any thing
more wonderful?

A common slave - you know
him well by sight -

held up his left hand,
which did flame and burn

like twenty torches join'd;

and yet his hand, not sensible
of fire, remain'd unscorch'd.

Besides, I ha'not since
put up my sword,

against the Capitol I met a lion,
who glaz'd upon me

and went surly by,
without annoying me.

And there were drawn upon a heap
a hundred ghastly women,

transformed with their fear,

who swore they saw men all in fire,
walk up and down the streets.

And yesterday the bird of night
did sit,

even at noon-day,
hotting and shrieking.

When these prodigies
do so conjointly meet,

let not men say, "These are
their reasons, they are natural”,

For they are portentous things unto
the climate that they point upon.

Indeed, it is
a strange-disposed time.

But men may construe things,
after their fashion.

Comes Caesar
to the Capitol to-morrow?

He doth; for he did send word
he would be there.

Good night then, Casca: this
disturbed sky is not to walk in.

Farewell, Cicero.

- Who's there?
- A Roman!

Casca, by your voice.

Your ear is good, Cassius,
what night, this!

A very pleasing night
to honest men.

Who ever knew
the heavens menace so?

Those that have known
the earth so full of faults.

For my part, I have walk'd
about the streets,

submitting me
unto the perilous night,

and thus unbraced, Casca,

have bar'd my bosom
to the thunder-stone.

And when the blue lightning

seem'd to open
the breast of heaven,

I did present myself even in
the aim and very flash of it.

But wherefore did you
so much tempt the heavens?

When the mightiest of gods send
dreadful heralds to astonish us.

You are dull, Casca,

and those sparks of life
that should be in a Roman

you do want,
or else you use not.

You look pale, and gaze,
and cast yourself in wonder

to see the strange impatience
of the heavens.

Now could I, name to thee a man
most like this dreadful night,

that thunders, lightens,
opens graves,

and roars as doth
the lion in the Capitol.

Cassius is convincing Casca,
he's convincing him.

I know, Minister.

...yet prodigious grown, and fearful,

as these strange eruptions are.

'Tis Caesar that you mean,
is it not, Cassius?

Let it be who it is:

for Romans now have thews
and limbs like to their ancestors.

They're going to kill
Julius Caesar!

I know, Minister.

But, woe the while,
our fathers' minds are dead,

and we are govern'd
with our mothers' spirits;

our yoke and sufferance
show us womanish.

Indeed, they say the senators

to-morrow mean to establish
Caesar as a king.

And he shall wear his crown
by sea and land,

in every place,
save here in Italy.

I know where I will wear
this dagger then.

That's it!

Cassius from bondage
will deliver Cassius.

Therein, ye gods,
you make the weak most strong;

Therein, ye gods,
you tyrants do defeat.

Nor stony tower,
nor walls of beaten brass,

nor airless dungeon,
nor strong links of iron,

can be retentive
to the strength of spirit.

But life, being weary
of these worldly bars,

never lacks power
to dismiss itself.

If I know this,
know all the world besides,

that part of tyranny that I do bear
I can shake off at pleasure.

So can I.

Every bondman in his own hand bears
the power to cancel his captivity.

There's a bargain made.

Be factious for redress
of all these grieves.

Don't be silly, man!

I've never driven,
but I'd like to try.

Maybe I'll take
the driving test.

You don't look well...

It must be something I ate
that didn't agree with me.

Sometimes little things
cause a lot of trouble.

Look at your face...
You're not well at all.

I've told you it's nothing!

The fish?
Have the fish arrived?

The fish?!

- Look what you've done.
- Me?

I don't want to see this,
I don't want to see this!

I'll clean it up.

Oh, Master!

"A servant is not a normal being.
It is a monstrous human hybrid.

"He doesn't belong to the people,
nor to the bourgeoisie.

"He has lost the generous blood
and innocent strength

"of the commoners he has rejected

"and gained the shameful vices
of the bourgeoisie

"without having the means
to satisfy them.”

Master Furgel, get off the girl!

You're really bad.

You look really bad!

You're going purple.

I can't take this anymore!
Get out.

Get out, get out!
And you too, out!

- Good afternoon, madam.
- Good afternoon, I'm sorry.

I'm not even sure
they're priests!

Three things a second-rate
critic shouldn't fall into.

Firstly, having an opinion.
Secondly, criticizing works of art

which have some type
of novelty or complexity.

Thirdly, producing art of his own.
Criticism or his own opinions...

The Minister is arriving.

Indeed...

A second-rate critic has as much
power to produce theories

as a mullet or a snail.

Ah! Fantastic, Suzette!

And the great Clara d'Aveiro,
isn't she here?

Clara is in the olive garden.

...to naturally free himself
from the usual and the simple.

Nor enough intelligence to forcibly
pull himself out of himself.

And as for artistic production...

You only have to look at me.

A suspicion of sordid terror,

a lack of imaginative thought,

a grovelling passion for the
respectability of the middle classes,

these are the ingredients
of a good critique.

Well, Clara, aren't we going
to the Count's party?

Not at all.

"I spend the day smoking
drinking things,

"American drugs
which make me dizzy.

"And I'm so drunk on nothing.

"Give a better brain
to my rose-like nerves!”

Oh, Holy Mary!

Now what shall I do?

It's heavy!

Whore...

Ah, Countess, how beautiful!

What imagination!

I'm glad you like it, my friend.

I spent several minutes
thinking about it.

But come on, come along,
the servants are about to serve.

The sardines have
a soft consistency

and a deliciously refined taste...

I'm becoming euphoric!

It is Commendator Maximo's recipe.

He thinks that sardines have
an excess component of B12...

Or B21? Well, whatever.

He read an article about it
in an American magazine.

This rare component is responsible

for the unhappiness
of the Portuguese people,

for our great sadness,

our melancholy.

We all know that the Portuguese
eat too many sardines.

And that is where the Commendator's
great discovery lies;

this melancholy tendency
of the sardines

may be cut by a magnificent spice,

a secret white powder

which makes them truly exciting,

and takes us into the clouds,

into Paradise!

I could wash all these dishes.

I'm not well at all!

What a screech of drunkards
is this around moribund Portugal?

Worry not.

The evil of the world does not
come from our little amusement.

I'm talking of the government,
of the people in general.

And squeeze not the udder
of the starving cow

or you will milk blood!

Convert not the cry of the people
into music-hall songs!

Purple robes and silver ornaments
are fine for the theatre

but not for life.

Asking the people broken by work

for their measly savings
for treats for the capital,

while they deprive themselves
of the morsel of a sardine,

because they do not have
a farthing to buy one!

How funny, a farthing!

The Commendator's
deeply superstitious.

And perhaps he's just mentioning
the excessive taxes.

The company of well-behaved
and discreet people

like all of you are, well...

You see, my good friend?

But the shamelessness reigning in
high positions and public office,

the vile spectacle that enters
our homes every day

through the newspapers
and the TV is unacceptable!

Base requests, wild courtesies,
rash engagements, chimeras!

I completely agree with you,
my dear Commendator.

"A third woman, a key, a garden,

"a false door, a lapse by
the father or by the brother,

"or by the lady's husband

"and all of this ends up
in dishonest communication,

"in incest, adultery...
Sodom and Gomorra!”

General, an Italian lady
has arrived to speak to you.

The ltalians! The ltalians!

Careful about the neighbours.

I couldn't care less.

- They won't be neighbours for long.
- And the boy?

Jesus?
An earthquake wouldn't wake him.

- The things you say...
- It's because I'm excited.

Happiness goes to one's head.
It's like religion.

Don't talk to me about priests!

They were quite nice, and the
younger one was pretty cute.

I'm so hot...

I've never seen you like this.

You've seen nothing yet.

- I haven't slept a wink.
- Nor me.

This sensation of not being poor
anymore is strange.

- Poverty is no crime...
- It's incompetence.

What time is it?

It's still early.

When are you going
to make the swap?

We'd better wait a few days.

TWO MONTHS LATER...

- They seem genuine.
- They are genuine, madam.

So, I'll take this necklace,
this bracelet and...

- These rings.
- All this?

That's 480 thousand...
Are you paying by credit card?

No... In cash.

Here you are.

Buona fortuna, buon viaggio!

Ciao. Saluti di Nono!

My dear friend is not in shape!

This will take an eternity.

Francisco!

This is such fun, Francisco.

Let's go upstairs.

- Weren't we going out?
- No...Come on.

- Don't you want a drink?
- No.

After!

What fulgor, like a bull.

Come here, my big doggie,
come to your mummy.

Easy.

- It's not mine.
- Shit!

Who knows this number?

Hello?

But how did you get this number?

Who is this?
What's this nonsense?

Who is it?

Shut up.

You see, it looks very pretty here,
doesn't it?

Perhaps over there
by the entrance...

- How do you do?
- I thought you weren't coming.

When she goes shopping
she loses track of time.

Was I the one who got lost
three times on the way?

This house has a lot of cachet.

Here we can make
a clean atmosphere

and we can have something cosy
in that corner.

Here in the middle of the room
we could have a fountain.

- A fountain?
- Water and fire!

Jesus, do you want a smack?
I'm sorry.

As I see it, gathered curtains
and American rails,

lace-work with cording
and clasps finished off in tassels.

Don't you think
that's a little bit twee?

Mum, what about the pool?

The pool is for a second phase,
son.

This is the police.
Please don't move.

- He won't get far.
- You should have given me the gun.

I would have shot him myself.
The bastard has abandoned us.

Hold your arms up or they'll fall off,
your arms are very thin.

Those who surprise me
in talking about a stone,

about a mouse
or about an old chair

have the gift of art
and will later...

If I had served God
as I served my country

He would not have abandoned me
in my old age.

Come on, take off your morning
coat, your mask, your cassock,

show yourself,
undo your swinish stupidity...

Oh, comb my hair. Look at how
! suffer with my head!

Oh, how my hair hurts me!

Lino, come here!

It's the Count's.
It's the Count's!

These are our images!

Three million
eight hundred thousand...

Three million
eight hundred thousand!

We've been completely cheated.
Thieves! Let's go.

Filthy thieves!
That's what they are.

- That's life!
- No, it's not life!

You've got one and that's plenty.
Go and work, bum! Go and work!

Father Hipdlito,
for the wounds of Christ.

Heroes of the sea,
Noble people

Brave, immortal nation,

Raise up once again

The splendour of Portugal.

Among the mists of memory,

Oh, homeland,
One feels the voice

Of your illustrious forefathers

Who will lead you
Into victory.

Take up arms!
Take up arms!

Both on land and on the sea.

Take up arms!
Take up arms!

To fight for the fatherland.

Against the cannons
March on, march on!

Against the cannons
March on, march on!

- Fuck it, I can't get this shit open.
- Come on, he's waking up.

- How many trucks arrived?
- Three.

- Are you going to eat them all?
- I'm going to sell them at the van.

- Give me one.
- No.

Alberto, I'll swap one
for the suitcase.

For fuck's sake. It's leather!

Come on, Kadaffi.

It's mine, I found it!

"Each of them had their own
little book.

After they had played a lot
they tidied everything up again.

Then Paul exclaimed:
'Now let's go for tea'.

'Yes, yes, let's go for tea',
the other little girls replied.

'Come on, Sophie,
you be mother.'

'Sit down around the table.

'Give me your cups
for me to put sugar in.

'Now the tea ...
Do you want milk?

'You may drink now.

How strange,
the sugar won't melt!

'Stir it well and it will melt.'

'My tea is cold.'

'That's because
it was made a long time ago.'

Camille, tasting the tea
and pushing it away in disgust,

'Oh, how horrible! What's this?!
This isn't tea!

No, this is no good!

Each one of us reads their own.

I'll start.

Madeleine, also pushing it away,

'It's foul, it tastes like plaster.'

Paul, spitting it out,

'What have you given us, Sophie?
This is horrible, repugnant.'

'Do you think so?'

'You shouldn't play a trick on us
like this.

'What you need is to be forced
to drink your horrible tea.'

'You're so demanding
that nothing is good for you.'

'Admit it, Sophie,

'we don't have to be demanding
to find your tea dreadful.'

'l believe I have never tasted
anything so horrid.'

'You drink it, and tell us
whether we are demanding.'

'Leave me alone, don't be a bore!"

'Ah, we are demanding?
So you think your tea is good.

'You're going to drink it,
and the milk as well

And Paul, grabbing Sophie,
poured the tea into her mouth.

He was about to repeat it
with the milk

when Camille and Madeleine,
who were very nice girls,

felt sorry for her,

and leapt upon Paul
to take the milk jug off him.

Paul, who was furious,
pushed them away;

Sophie then fell upon him,
punching him.

Camille and Madeleine
tried to hold Sophie off.

Paul was screaming,
Sophie was shouting,

Camille and Madeleine
were crying for help.

They were all at odds. Their
mummies came running in fright.

When they saw them
they all stopped still.

'What's all this?",
asked Lady Réan,

in a severe and upset manner.
Nobody answered.

'Camille, what's this fighting?'

'Mummy, Madeleine and I
were not fighting.'

'You weren't fighting?
You were holding Sophie's arm,

'and Madeleine was holding Paul
by his leg.'

'It was to stop them
fighting too roughly.'

'And you call this playing?'

'I can see that Sophie and Paul
have been fighting as usual.

'Camille and Madeleine
tried to separate them.

'Isn't that right, Camille?"

'Yes, mummy.'

'Aren't you ashamed, master Paul,
to be behaving in this way?

'You immediately start fighting
over nothing.'

'It wasn't over nothing,
mummy;

'Sophie wanted to make us
drink a tea

'that was so horrible
that we almost vomited.

'When we told her this
she said we were very demanding.'

Lady Reéan picked up the milk jug,
smelt it and tasted it.

She made a face
and asked Camille.

'Where did you get
this horrible milk, miss?'

'I made it myself, mummy.'

You made it?! With what?
Answer me"

'With plaster and the dog's water.'

'And what was the tea?'

'Clover leaves and also
the dog's water.'

'Well, indeed! A wonderful tea
to give your friends.

'Dirty water and plaster! You're
starting out fine at four years old.

'First by disobeying, because
I told you not to make tea;

'then you make a repugnant "tea”
for your friends.

'And on top of it all
you fight with your cousin.

'I'm taking your tea-set off you
so this doesn't happen again.

'If it weren't for your friends,
who are kind and would be sad,

'l would send you to your room
at once.

The mummies went away,

laughing about the ridiculous
banquet by Sophie.

The children remained alone.

Paul and Sophie,
ashamed at having been fighting,

couldn't bear to look
at one another.

Camille and Madeleine
embraced them

in an attempt to have them
make up.

They went into the garden,

where they caught
eight beautiful butterflies

that Paul put into a box
with a glass top.

The rest of the afternoon
they prepared the box

for the butterflies
to feel comfortable in.

Inside it they put grass, flowers,

some drops of water with sugar

and strawberries.

At night, when everyone
had gone to bed,

Paul took the box
of butterflies.

Sophie and Camille
obliged him to do so,

as they saw that he wanted it
so much.”

The little silver coin

Is worth less
Than that of copper

If poverty is not our ruin,

It's no disgrace to be a pauper.

Adaptation and Subtitling
Pedro Povoa / CRISTBET, Lda.