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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.