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IN THE 7O'S, DURING THE MILITARY DICTATORSHIP, POLITICAL...

PRISONERS AND COMMON PRISONERS ACCUSED OF BANK ROBBERY...

WERE SUBJECTED TO THE NATIONAL SECURITY LAW.

THEY SERVED TIME IN THE SAME PRISONS.

THIS FILM WAS INSPIRED BY THE MEETING OF THESE TWO WORLDS.

"When he saw Cinderella, the Prince was so amazed...

that he himself welcomed her.

Everybody was astonished. They didn't know...

who that beautiful girlwas, so nicely dressed...

that danced and danced with the King's son."

Mom, what samba were they dancing to?

ALMOST BROTHERS

We all have two lives:

The one we dream of...

and the one we live.

SANTA MARTA HILL SLUM

In my childhood dreams...

I could see the other life, the one we live...

interfering at everything that would eventually happen.

Jorginho! It 's time to go home and go to bed.

It 's past your bedtime.

All right, Miguelzinho.

Isn't it time to take the boy home?

I'm sorry for the nuisance, Mrs. Rosa. Let 's go!

Whoever sees me smiling Thinks I am happy...

Irresponsible!

Hey, champ!

Let 's take a shower and go to bed.

Jorge, I can't take this anymore.

Ever since you got mixed up with this jerk...

who's offering you the sky and the stars, you're never home!

You're always drinking...

you practically live at the school now...

and this good-for-nothing music!

Where is this going to end up?

The building management called a meeting because...

of your Sunday bean stews.

This is not a slum, Miguel!

You haven't sold a samba since.

You haven't looked for a job, or brought money home...

I'm not a racist.

I'm not a racist, but I can't take it any longer.

I spend the entire week at the mistress's house...

then on the weekends you hide out at that big shot 's house.

We don't even have Sundays together anymore!

The only thing I can do is go to church.

How many masses do you want me to attend?

This is a bum's life, not a journalist 's.

MAXIMUM SECURITY PENITENTIARY

- How are you doing, Jorginho? - Standing, without walking.

Lying down, without sleeping.

Look at you, congressman!

Life comes full circle and always stops at the same place.

But then everything is different, right?

Excuse me.

Hello!

You can pay. The guys understand they can't sell them ammunition.

Who?

Kill him! Just go there and do it!

Peace, Justice and Freedom!

To what do I owe the honor of your visit, sir?

Stop calling me "sir", Jorginho.

You want me to call you "comrade"?

Don't tell me you've missed me?!

Don't let him kick the ball!

Come on, Peninha! Open up!

Get it!

- Come on, Miguel! - Come on, Aluisio! Move it!

- It 's mine! Come on! - Goal!

Sunbathing is over, everybody!

Sunbathing is over! Everyone to your cells! Let 's go!

ILHA GRANDE PENITENTIARY

There aren't any political prisoners in the country;

you don't exist, I don't exist.

They killed Marilena.

No, I haven't missed you.

If I said I had, you wouldn't believe it.

So I haven't.

Miguel, I have a war over on the slum.

I have a bunch of people to call. What do you want?

What for, Jorginho? To ask them to kill?

Brother, I can't believe you agree with this.

You know why?

Because you know nothing about worker.

We're political prisoners!

We must be treated according to the Geneva Convention.

We refuse to wear uniform!

What is this noise here?

The camera or the film? The camera or the film!

Tell me, what are you doing here?

We got international funding...

for cultural projects for needy communities.

If you support me, I can set up a project for the Macacos Slum.

It will be good for those unemployed kids.

What 's up?

You want to build a project or to save the family?

Good morning.

Take care of her, deputy.

Juliana, do you have any idea of the danger you're in?

If that cop wanted to, you'd be in jail now!

Look who's talking about danger!

It was different, we had a goal.

Yeah, right, a goal!

I'm sick and tired of your stories, dad.

Maybe the life we dream establishes the life we have...

My mom watched dreams that weren't hers...

but that established what became her life.

Jorginho's life was maybe an announced tragedy...

...that we helped to write down. - Who's the sheriff here?

There's no sheriff here...

and put your sandals back on because we're all equals.

Look. People in this cell are going to Ilha Grande...

to the ward of the Security Law.

If you're here, it 's because you're going there.

Now, you should know a few things:

We have 155 political prisoners there forming a Collective.

That Collective has 3 rules:

No stealing, no pederasty, no smoking dope.

What? Can't I do one?

That 's not prison.

It is a prison for political prisoners.

Now, if you want to disagree, you can.

But start thinking about...

how you're going to go up against the 155 guys on the island.

Open your arms.

The legs.

Turn around.

Shoes. How long are you staying here?

Fernando Pena, Miguel de Almeida...

João Salgado, Aluisio Saboya...

- Everybody signed already? - Everyone, yes.

It 's Miguel.

Excuse me.

- Hello, Mrs. Helena. - Hello, João.

How are you?

- Have you met my father? - We came here together.

Look, I brought this shoulder bag for you.

- You think you can sell it? - I'll try.

Thanks, Mrs. Helena.

Excuse me. Come here, dad. I want you to meet some friends.

- She's feeling sick. - Yes. I think it was the boat.

Go to the restroom.

- Can I go with you? - No, don't worry.

I'll leave you with your son for a bit.

I'll be right back.

I think we can raise a lot of money selling those bags.

Are you running for "Mother of the Year"?

I've also brought that Swiss cheese you love.

Uncle Juca sent it.

Mom, stop this! I've already told you.

Worry about that craft stuff, sophistication doesn't fit here.

We don't have much food here...

we have to divide up, few families bring any.

You're just like your father.

If he were still alive, he would love to hear this.

My father loved samba, not revolution.

To me it 's all the same.

You both caused a revolution in my life.

It all boils down to the masses.

The masses, disorder and suffering.

What is it, Miguel?

Look, mom. If something happens...

don't worry, do what Ana tells you.

What are you up to, son?

That girl just got out of jail! She doesn't stop!

She's going to end up back in there.

And I can't do anything.

Your father's friends don't have any power with those military men.

And my family, well, you know...

- We can always do something. - Son, keep quiet.

At least you're alive and safe.

Isn't that girl coming back?

Do you think this is a motel room?

Come here!

- Leave her alone! - What 's your problem?

Go back to your place.

It 's inside her pussy.

Open your legs!

Pull it! Do you have anything there?

You bastard! Trying to pick up a fight here!

I'll show you what you deserve!

Come in.

Freedom, Lord

All through the night And all through the day

Black blood was spilled

Day after day

From wailing to wailing

From agony to agony

He asked

For an end to the tyranny

There in Vila Rica

Nearthe Bico Square Place of oppression

Students and teachers

Accompanied by a bugle

Would sing this song

That breeze

That youth puts out that flame

Hatred cannot be put out Throughout the Universe

It's revolution

In it's legitimate reasoning

Samba, my samba

Pay this tribute

To the heroes of freedom

Let 's go!

Getting ready for Ilha Grande.

João Santos, Jorge Silva...

and the subversives Marcos Mascarenhas...

They're here, sir!

Oh my God!

What a pitiful condition you guys are in!

And you thought this was some kind of motel room!

Have you had enough fun or you still want more?

Take this.

If I hear any type of confusion whatsoever...

you'll go back there for good.

And no one will convince me to get you out of there.

Is that clear? Excuse me!

Let 's go! Back to your cells!

Now what?

This is a letter for the Warden.

We've sent a copy to the director of the penitentiary system.

What the hell are you doing now?

Isn't everything settled now?

- Do you think so, comrade? - No, I don't. Do you?

Well...

it 's not settled for any of us in the Collective.

We'll go on a hunger strike...

until the ward is open, the uniforms are removed...

and until we're allowed to read the paper.

As for me, you can die of starvation.

We can no longer accept this situation...

for it represents a reassertion of the repression...

assisted by the geographical and social isolation of llha Grande.

As there is no otherway forour demands to be heard...

we were forced to go on a hungerstrike...

untilwe are guaranteed our fundamental rights...

and our dignity as political prisoners is respected.

Welcome, comrades.

That 's it, comrade. Be strong!

Let 's keep this strike until our demands are granted.

That 's it, comrade!

Hey guys, some stupid priest and a student ran from the strike.

Enough of that! Mind your own business.

You'll see what 's going to happen to you.

Wait and see!

Josi!

Where's Miguelzinho?

I have a gift for you, baby.

You're not paying any attention to me!

You go and talk to him. He wants to talk to you.

He'll only talk to you. Go!

- Why me? - Be patient! You're in here!

- How do I look? - He'll like it.

Take this to those guys over there, please.

This is not enough. I want more.

Wait!

What the hell is this?

"Attention! Certain rules must be followed...

to keep our strength.

Number one: Do not make any unnecessary effort;

number two: Sleep...

As much..."

Damn, brother! I can read!

"Sleep as much as possible...

number three: Drink salt water several times a day."

- Shit! - What the hell!

Does this means I'll have to starve...

drink water like a camel and sleep like an old goat?

Don't spill any.

After the thirteenth day, it gets better.

Of course, we'll be dead by then.

I haven't done anything!

You bastard! So you want to go on a hunger strike!

You'll see what will happen to you!

Get out of here, bastard!

Where are you going, blondie?

Wake up, everybody! They're taking one of our comrades.

They're taking one of us. Let him go!

- Let him go! - Let him go!

Let him go!

Let him go, you son of a bitch! Let him go!

You have no idea of how I've longed for this moment!

You dirty nigger!

Subversive nigger, it can't be so.

That 's enough! Stop it right now!

Miguel, what 's going on here?

They are beating up one of our comrades.

No common prisoners, he's part of our Collective.

If he disappears, the management will be responsible.

Take this son of a bitch to the solitary.

Hold on a second!

For God's sake! Are you crazy?

Do you know what? I think we both lost.

Yes, Miguel. But you lost in a nice way:

Suit, tie...

and a government car with a driver.

Do you know why my daughter is taking this risk?

Because I've taught her that we're all equal.

No, Miguel. She's taking this risk because that 's how the world is...

and you can't understand it.

I just want to know why.

That 's not too much to ask, is it? Why?

Why on earth do you enjoy living...

in the middle of a group of macho men who devour each other; why?

You can't understand because we're different.

- Yeah, right. - We are!

You're a racist. You only like white men.

You wish they were white. That 's why you guys got screwed.

Miguelzinho!

- Thanks. - Take care!

JORGE SILVA DEAD AT THE AGE OF 55

Mr. Jorge, that 's the wrong way.

The doorman told me to come this way.

But it 's this way. Come.

"Yesterday, at Santa Marta Slum one...

of the greatest samba composers passed away...

Jorge Silva, also known as Mr. Jorge.

He's my father's friend, not an employee.

Mr. Jorge died without ever having recorded a record."

SeeingJorginho in jail...

was another indication that this time everythingwould be different.

- Gnocchi. - Black beans.

Stroganoff.

Twenty-eight days!

- They made it! - What do you think?

- Shrimp stew. - Beef jerky.

Peanut brittle.

- What should I do? - What about some rice...

chicken stew or mashed potatoes.

Their stomachs are a a little fragile right now.

Why are you laughing, you idiot? Get out of here!

My daughter! I was so worried!

Everything's fine, mom. I'm fine.

Juliana, you can't go on like that.

Dad already gave me his lecture, ask him!

To the sheriff He'll have to answer

It doesn't matterwhy He knows he'll suffer

The element will testify About what happened

They wrote it, never read it But he was certainly beaten up

In jail a great reception

It's hard, my friend To divide the parties

On one side I m a friend On the other I m the enemy

But they all suffer Everyday in prison

Free your heart Free your heart

Life in prison isn't easy at all

Life in prison You can't even imagine

Trust me, my friend You wouldn't believe it

Bangu I, Bangu II Piragibe, Talavera

Be strong, brothers Freedom awaits you

Água Santa, Frei Caneca Sá Carvalho and Galpão

May the fear sooth The pain in your heart

Lemos Brito, Hélio Gomes And people in Magé

For all the prisoners Peace, love and faith

llha Grande is closed But it has a history

For many suffered there I still remember...

What 's up, Mosquito? Where's that crazy dude?

- You said he was here. - He's at the bottom of the hill.

I want him up here!

Move! Quickly!

Drop him here!

Sit down!

- Where's my money? - I'll pay you. My mom is sick...

- To hell with your mom! - Stop it, man!

- Where's my money? - I'll pay you!

Duda! Duda!

You know you can't do this up here, man!

- Don't kill him! - He owes me money!

I have to kill this son of a bitch!

I'll talk to the boss.

He'll decide if you should kill him or not.

You just beat him up and let him go...

he's from our community, he's not an enemy.

Talk to whoever you want.

Give me the phone.

- What the hell, Duda? - You work with the boss...

while I'm up here fighting the cops.

- I won't send money to anyone in jail. - Things now are getting bad for you.

I'm the one who fights here. I have the guts.

- Shut up, kid! - I have the guts!

Stop lying, big shot!

Stop lying, big shot!

Stop lying, big shot! Stop lying!

Like a dog, the losercomes Moving around

He's limping and knows We're watching him

Everything's fine. You can come down.

Pay attention. Are the guys here yet?

Yes. I m sending them up.

All right, they can come up, but keep your eyes open, brother!

I'm getting ready!

Deley.

They're here.

Let 's get ready. To your posts.

What 's up, Deley?

- I'm all right. - Your order is here.

Clean this up.

So this is the toy! That 's the toy!

Look at this! Infrared!

Put it away.

Give me the phone, I'm calling the boss.

Yes, kid.

I got the parts.

I've tested it, she's beautiful!

Go ahead and pay.

I'm worried about Duda, boss.

Duda has his own corner now with some stupid guys, right?

I'm preparing myself here...

because I have a feeling things are heating up.

Kill him. Execute him.

Peace, justice and freedom.

Rocinha! Have you seen my cat?

No, I haven't.

Has anyone seen my cat?

Have you seen my cat?

- Have you seen my cat? - He ran away.

Where to?

How am I supposed to know?

It doesn't make any sense to have a cat here.

There isn't enough milk for us.

It 's my share of the milk, and not the Collective's.

What 's the problem?

I'm not allowed to have a pet?

Yes, you can have one that doesn't eat or screams.

The worst of all is that noise he makes at night.

Now, seriously.

There are comrades dying in Vietnam.

Comrades fighting to return to Brazil.

Comrades firing guns.

Comrades in Chile fighting to implant Socialism.

Are there any comrades killing cat? Is that right?

What do you expect in a jail for political prisoners...

where there isn't enough food? You want to have pet?

Yes. Is that a problem?

Yes, it is.

We're full of problems here.

Enough of this nonsense.

João, what a mess. Clean up this shit!

- You have no respect! - Fuck you!

- What? - Calm down! What is it, João?

This is milk, can't you see?

That 's the Collective's milk.

Let me tell you something, this is good stuff.

- We'll do it out here? - Right here!

Look at the size of his nose!

Here's the bag, as we planned, all right?

Brother, if you need more, let me know.

- That 's it. - All right. I got it.

Let 's go, guys!

Tell us about him.

But the one you had the other day was hot.

He was really hot!

I liked him!

Say something! Say something!

Don't do this, please!

What 's this? More hemorrhoids medication?

Don't be like that! I can't choose the medicine they give me.

It 's all right, Mrs. Helena.

But try to get more cold medicine, Vitamin C...

antibiotics. That 's what we need here.

I try, but everybody uses those.

Time's up!

Miguel!

Get up, man!

Let me give you a massage.

That slut said she wants to keep coming to see me.

Who's the guy?

That stupid Pedro, from the Philosophy Department.

He did a little time in prison...

and now he's out there doing my wife.

But it wasn't easy for her.

She was locked up a long time, she was released, and you were here.

Why did she have to tell me?

Why?

It works out for her.

She does her revolutionary duty screwing me once a week.

And without any guilt because she told me everything.

And I stay here...

thinking about all the screwing she does during the week.

Have you thought about it?

For the rest of our lives!

Hello, princess! How are you?

Hello!

What about some music?

I don't feel like it, Jorginho.

Come on, brother. I thought you said you wanted to play again...

recover the time you've lost.

That 's the problem. You can't recover the past.

And because of that you're all fucked up!

Do you know what?

If it happened to me, I would have somebody teach him...

not to fool around with a prisoner's woman.

What are you talking about, comrade?

- Are you nuts? - No, I'm not.

You've robbed and kidnapped and still can't act like a man.

And she's not a comrade, she's a slut.

Do you know what I'm thinking of?

All those letters you wrote her...

with little hearts, night and day. What the hell!

- Acting like an idiot! - Yes, a stupid fool.

Little hearts, letters.

And that pillow you embroidered, remember?

We would come here, you were embroidering...

we would leave, you were still embroidering.

Why didn't you embroider a little duck for your mom?

Instead you were doing things for that slut, she's a real slut!

Help me here: She's a slut!

Slut!

Look! Slut!

Come on, say it: Slut!

- Slut! - Again!

Slut!

- Slut! - Slut!

- Slut! - Slut!

Slut!

My brother!

Those who see me smiling Think that I am happy

My smile is forcomfort

My smile is for comfort

Because I know how to hide it so nobody will see

My heart wailing

Everything is ready. The guys are here.

What I cried forthat love Perhaps

You didn't understand

If I told you You wouldn't believe it

After shedding my tear

I became happy And I m singing

Peninha!

I'm free!

The revolutionary bunch is getting smaller.

Soon you'll be out of here!

No, I won't.

Our destinies are intertwined.

For me it 's over.

I'm in jail for life.

Then you've got to find a way out of here...

instead of just sitting there.

Jorginho.

What 's the use of 2O escaping if 1O will die?

It 's good for the 1O who get out and for the 1O who die.

I'd rather die than be stuck in here for 2O years.

And since I'm a lucky guy, I'll be one of the 1O who escape.

Do you know how things are in the slum?

Do you know who controls it?

It 's not the police, the sheriff, the politicians...

it 's none of that crap. We do! And we do it right.

If you screw up, you're dead. If you work, you're fine.

You're fine? You're fine as long as you obey, otherwise, you die.

And if you have a1O-year-old kid...

you can bet that he'll prefer to be a dealer, do cocaine...

be cool until he's 15. Because then he'll die.

Can I have an ice cream stick?

Here it goes.

What 's up? Beer for the guys.

- Give me a bite. - No way!

Stick it up your ass.

Give this boy here an ice cream stick.

Duda, the ice cream, the beer...

and what you owed me...

it 's R$ 47,6O.

Fuck you! I'm not paying that.

- What do you mean? - I'm not paying!

- Then I'll have to talk to Deley. - Talk to who?

You can't simply not pay.

You'll have to talk to Deley.

- Don't run away. - I haven't done anything!

Shut up! So you want to tell Deley, huh?

That 's his boy.

So, kid. Listen to me. Run and tell Deley.

But tell him that we own this place now...

and no one will send money to the old people.

Go and tell him! Tell him that Duda is in charge now!

You should have shot the bastard's hand!

Let 's go!

There's no way out.

Jorginho, you're losing control of things.

Think about it! How many men are there left from our time?

None. They're all dead.

That 's Pingão!

Look who's here, guys!

What 's up, man?

Hello, Jorginho!

- How did you get in here? - I'll tell you about it.

Catatau said it was all clear...

we went there to check it out, and they got us.

You look good!

You put on your Sunday clothes to come to the palace!

I made reservations for the presidential suite!

- Come on, guys! - The guy wants his tip!

I'll roll the dice.

Seven.

If you get an 11, you win.

Then roll it.

You got an 11, so you beat me. Got it?

- Let 's bet money, then. - All right.

Lend me some money.

Hello, comrade.

We represent the Collective and...

we hope you all fit in quickly to help us fight against repression.

- So you're the ones in charge here. - No one is in charge here.

We have a group elected by the Collective, understand?

There's no one in charge, no sheriffs here.

Here decisions are voted upon by the Collective.

Brother, here's how things are. I'm a smart guy, got it?

Voting is for people with a voter ID.

I'm a bum, I'm a killer, brother.

- Go over to the common room... - Do I look stupid?

Then follow the prison's rules, and stay cool...

you only found the prison in this state because of us.

Otherwise, you'd be in the detention center...

without visitation rights or anything.

Aren't you smart? We have rules here.

And what 's more, there are no wimps here.

Everyone here has kidnapped, robbed, and killed.

You've stolen a candy bar from a kid? You've killed cockroaches?

Shut up, man!

Calm down!

Listen up, brother! There are no heroes here!

Show your courage to the warden and the management.

We're all the same here.

What the fuck! Do I look Indian to you?

Calm down!

Pingão has already understood, right?

Let 's go, guys!

Let 's go!

Deley.

Deley!

- Where are you going? - I'll be right back.

What 's wrong?

He killed the guy from the bar...

and has sent you a message...

That 's what he's been saying!

Go up and tell them to get the stuff ready. I'm going down.

Go, kid!

Something happened. Get your stuff and go.

No, Deley. Come back here.

I told you to go!

Get your stuff and go, don't make things worse.

I come all the way up here and you tell me to go?

Fuck you! I've already told you and I'll say it once more:

Get your stuff and get out!

Don't talk to me like that.

I will if I want to.

For the last time: Get your stuff and get out!

I'm not one of your little black girls.

Who do you think you are? A fucking princess?

You're just some girl. Listen to me. I'm going down...

and if I see you here again, I'll beat you up!

I'll throw you out the window.

What the hell am I doing here?

Pingão. Those guys are cool.

They've set things straight with the guards.

They helped some of us to escape...

...they got us a lawyer. - I know all this...

but many things have to change.

How can I stay here for 1O, 15 years without a joint?

Are you crazy? We'll get some!

It 's not easy, Jorginho.

Listen to me. You just have to make friends here.

Don't do anything stupid!

Seven...

Eight... nine...

Ten.

Give me ten here.

Whitey, ten bucks.

Do I look stupid? Look how big you are!

Is there a man here?

Give me ten here! Burungão, ten!

- I'm broke, man. - Yeah, right.

- I'll pay for you! Go! - He'll pay for you.

Lucky guy!

Come on.

One, two...

three, four...

...five... - Stop it. I'm tired.

Too bad!

Come on, fellows! Lets go, the atmosphere here is very tense.

- And Juliana? - Let 's wait for her.

How is she going to get this down alone?

Where are you going? Wait!

Why are you in a hurry? There aren't men on the streets...

so you come to the slum to steal another woman's man?

Deley is not yours.

- He's mine! - Is your name written there?

No, but he's not crazy. You're too skinny. You don't have any meat.

I'm skinny but he likes it.

- No, he doesn't. - I was at his place just now.

- What? - I was at his place.

- Say again, you slut. - Take it easy!

Slut!

Did you like?

Slut!

Stop!

I'm asking to stop! What is Juliana?

Stand up and take it easy, dude!

Take her home. Peace, peace, it 's okay.

Read it for me.

It 's a letter from Aluisio to his wife.

"Dear Catarina, things are getting worse here.

Yesterday I went to the cell of those new guys...

and they were all smoking pot."

What the hell is that?

And Jorginho still defends those faggots.

I told you this guy talked too much.

- We should beat him up. - We certainly should.

You idiot. Faggot!

- Are you talking to me? - Yes, I am.

What the hell is this?

- This is for my wife. - Wife?

You're a rat. You're telling on us.

No, I'm not. This letter was for my wife.

You're lying. If you're a rat, you need a good lesson.

I'm telling the truth, if you don't believe it, you can go to hell!

Break him in two!

- Stop this! - Everybody stay away.

What shit was that?

It wasn't Aluisio's fault.

We've always sent letters through the common place...

now we'll have censorship in here?

You have to understand that things have changed.

You'd better keep your eyes open.

The grudge is here!

I'm not going back there, I promise!

I know I've said this one thousand times.

I always say I'm not going back, but I end up doing it.

We're worried about your safety.

Why don't you ask him to come here?

- Here, grandma? - I don't mind.

I've been through so much in my life, that this won't bother me.

I think that if Deley came here he would explode.

- So you're going back there? - No, that was the last time.

- Last time? - It was just a fling.

I'm getting over it.

Stay by my side, grandma.

My mother has died. But yours hasn't.

My children are somewhere out there.

That 's the difference.

Why do you think it would be different today?

Why do you think there would be a way out?

Yes. I heard about your daughter.

The white girl delighted with a slum boy.

Deley is my kind of guy. He's a good boy.

Sometimes I think that maybe he could get a chance.

That 's it, Miguel.

Why don't you give him a chance?

What 's going on?

Shut up, Miguel. This has nothing to do with you guys.

So, Lamparina. You've killed one more.

Now I'm even.

What 's happening here?

Go to sleep!

Nothing has changed.

Lúcia, give me a coffee, please.

My daughter, really...

It 's impossible to understand.

We've got to ask to be separated.

One ward for political prisoners and one for common prisoners.

We're a minority, and our lives are at risk.

They're shitting on us.

We don't agree. That 's a bourgeois view...

it 's like fighting a social problem in here.

We have to play their game.

- That 's Utopia! - What methods?

By eliminating those who don't agree with us?

That 's how they work.

They view the world like the Mob does.

We need to bring those who agree with us...

or else we're lost, we're a minority.

- How much longer do we have here? - Ten years.

At least. If what we have left gets lost, we're finished.

I agree with Aluisio.

The armed organizations are finished.

It 's us in here and the dictatorship out there.

We're the last focus of resistance in the country.

Once again you're trying to separate the masses.

We can beat those guys.

How? They're breaking all the rules:

They smoke pot, they kill people in here.

Those are a minority. We can change their minds...

like we've done with the other ones.

I'm against separation.

It means going against the work we've been doing for over 3O years.

How many prisoners have we won over?

If you put it to a vote, you'll lose.

We're against it.

You go to hell, you bitch!

- Why did you tell on me? - I didn't say anything.

She didn't say anything.

I won't kill you because of your dad.

He was one of us.

I'll give you a deadline to get out of here!

If you're still in here by 8 p.m. Tomorrow...

you're dead, you're rotten meat.

- Break this shit. - Not the TV!

- Break it all! - Break this shit!

You bitch!

Drop this shit downstairs!

Aluisio. Have you seen my watch?

What?

- Have you seen my watch? - No.

Where's my watch?

Where did you put it?

Right here.

I'm telling you I left it right here, it can't be anywhere else.

- Have you taken my watch? - No, I haven't.

- I left it right here. Where is it? - I haven't seen it. Do you...?

For God's sake! That 's the only place I could have put it.

- Did you take it? Did I hide it? - No.

- So where is it? - Do you think someone took it?

It wasn't any of us, it was somebody else.

- That 's what I'm trying to say. - Damn!

Someone came in here and stole my watch!

They're doing whatever they want in here!

We're losing control of the ward!

They're not going to fuel fear in here!

If you don't do...

No way! It took me forever to organize things here.

You have to understand something:

Whoever stole it must die.

Tota was the one who stole the watch...

in exchange for pot.

- Son of a bitch! - It sucks, man.

Thanks.

- What do you want? - Damn thief!

Listen, guard. This guy is a thief and smokes pot.

This jail is for political prisoners.

Tell the Warden that this guy's not staying here!

What 's going on now?

Those subversive troublemakers again.

Damn it!

That 's great! There'll be no one left in this ward.

- Is he alive? - Yes, he is alive for sure. Look.

Take him to the infirmary. We'll decide what to do later.

Open up!

You bastard! You got Tota, right?

Open the cell!

You got Tota, right? You did!

We have nothing to do with your fight!

This is a jail for political prisoners, right?

No pederasty, no smoking pot, no stealing!

The rules weren't followed, so we had to do something.

Beating up is an act of repression.

You can't call a guy a"comrade" after this!

What comrade?!

Comrades don't steal.

No. But beating up is not the solution.

Didn't I tell you that this wouldn't work out?

So it 's time to set apart the comrades from the others.

I want to talk to you, Jorginho.

So we're all equal. We should all come together.

My son will go to the same school as yours...

our destinies are the same.

We'll all live the same way...

How? You don't want to live with us even here.

You're a jerk!

When you need something, we're all the same.

Now you want to separate the rich from the poor...

the white from the black.

Bastard!

Things have changed.

If we stay together, a lot of people will die.

We've talked about it, they didn't follow the rules!

It 's just some of them.

But a lot of guys will join you.

I know and we'll try to bring them with us...

you're first on the list.

Everybody with a political issue is coming with us.

Political issue!

How will you prove that robbery and minor crimes are political?

You're trying to fool me!

Why didn't you take the law with your own hands?

Those who don't conform, die!

You knew we would help you. We'd kill those who didn't conform.

You could not even kill Tota.

- And now this stupid separation. - We're not here to kill anyone.

Listen! That 's enough!

Enough of this crap! All this talk...

about the good boy trying to change the world.

Go to hell!

I'm sick and tired of you!

Get out of here! Get out!

This ward here now belongs to the proletarian politicians.

Got it?

You forgot the boat and the truck.

It 's a long trip here, who knows what might happen!

I can't live like this!

How can I ask my mom not to travel with Mrs. Rosa for security reasons?

This is ridiculous!

What can we do? Pingão has threatened my wife and Ana.

There's no other way! We need separate visits, boats, everything.

We're not ridiculous, the situation is.

Don't forget that you two started all this...

with an unthoughtful action that wasn't discussed.

- I won't argue with you anymore. - You'd better not.

You're a real pain. What are we supposed to do?

Let them steal, kill, let everybody live in fear?

Should we invite Pingão to be part of the Collective?

Attention! Political prisoners' visitors to the right...

...common prisoners, to the left. - What 's going on here?

Madam, political prisoners to the right, common prisoners to the left.

- Let 's stay with Mrs. Rosa. - No, Mrs. Helena.

- What 's going on? - Mrs. Rosa, everything's fine.

- Calm down! - Why?

Gosh!

Don't you know this is a security measure?

If you keep it up with these security measures...

you'll end up just like the military.

You still think I'm an idiot, don't you?

No, Miguel. It 's just that you don't know much about our stuff.

But I know about this. It 's a great project!

All right. You come well prepared.

You haven't changed.

Jorginho, think about it.

Brother, think about it and take care!

- I will. - I'll be back.

Now, hit the catwalk!

Come on! Move!

Shake your hips!

Shake your hips!

Taste him, Rocinha.

Sure!

What the hell is this, Pingão? Get out of here!

Shaking your hips! Shaking your hips!

- What 's this? - What 's your problem, Jorginho?

Just because we've separated, you're not going to start...

terrorizing the prisoners here.

You sound just like those guys.

- Don't start... - Start with what?

We don't want any rules.

This is what I want:

Form just one gang.

This whole crap here will be a united place, understand?

Are you in, Burungão?

And what should we do after that? Raise our arms to vote?

What is it, Rocinha?

Come guys, let 's have a smoke.

This pot is really good, look at his face!

I'm not here to back anybody up.

I won't finance their escape either.

He'll also support you.

Those who escape, will send money to us in here.

How can I be sure?

You have your men, I have mine. We'll do just like the other guys.

This is not going to work, what if he runs away with my money?

Listen to me, brother. Look at me!

If I told you: "You're getting out...

but if you don't do as planned, and come back here...

you're going to die, stabbed 1OO times.

What would you do? Disappear?

I'm not giving you the money, that 's it!

Listen, brother, I'm really worried.

I have to do something about this Duda, right?

He's been threatening Jorginho!

How's everything down there?

It 's clear, you can come!

What about the money?

I got it. Everything is fine.

There's one from Deley's gang here, can I kill him?

Tell him to wait. Collective action!

Hold on!

Blow him away, Mosquito!

- Fuck! - Let 's go!

Up your ass!

Let 's go!

I'm going to get you, Deley!

This is not over yet.

All right. Bring the dolls. Bring them here!

Sun bath.

No jokes! Keep your mouth shut.

What about you? No sun for you today?

Not today. My throat needs a rest.

What about you?

Are you having your nails done?

What 's your problem?

Call the Warden to come and see what the Red Squadron has done.

Back to your cells.

I don't want death.

It may sound like Utopia...

but death is not my solution.

Let 's go, you go first. Don't worry, madam.

Come! Let him come!

Come guys! Keep your eyes open!

What 's up, Catra?

I want to talk to Deley. Where is he?

Are you crazy? What are you doing here?

Things aren't too good right now.

- It 's Carnival! - What Carnival?

Deley isn't here. You should go home!

- Get out of here! Please! - I'm going there!

You're not going anywhere. Get out of here!

Look who's here! What 's up, little whore?

Keep quiet!

Blow this bitch away! Traitor's woman.

Everything will be all right.

We all have two lives:

The one we dream of...

and the one we live.

Tradução STELLA KLUJSZA