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Are you sleepy, bro?
-Were you asleep? -Yes.
You go to bed too fucking early.
My bad. Sorry.
Relax, bro.
-You had to be there with me. -I'm here now.
Walk slowly, dude.
-Let's have a last drink? -Last...
-A last drink, man. -Go to sleep, dude
Let's celebrate.
-You've had enough already. -Let's play a video game.
Don't you wanna sleep at my place?
Let's go, man.
-Tomorrow you go home. -That's it.
-Stay here, man. -Go to sleep.
-Tomorrow you go. -Go to sleep, ok?
-I have to go home. -That's bullshit.
Let's play a video game.
Let's play a game real quick, have a beer...
-You know I'll beat you, even drunk. -You will...
Go to sleep, man... ok? Go to sleep.
You know I fucking love you, right?
I love you too, man.
-I owe you this one. -Put that on our account.
-Thanks, faggot. -Go take a rest.
-You arrived late yesterday. -Yeah.
-Good morning. -Good morning.
-Won't you say anything? -Say what?
You don't come to practice for four days... "Say what?"
My bad. I had a little problem.
-What problem, man? -Diarrhea.
All week?
You're fucking stupid. Don't even know how to kick a ball.
Not now, Zé Bola. Not now.
You are the one who likes, with that big mouth
-You lost the ball, man. -I'm scared of his ugly face!
-Such an ugly face! -I agree.
But the goal I lost... it doesn't happen often, man.
You shoot the ball over the fence!
You didn't score one goal.
-And you? -I scored two!
Zé Bola can only score headed goals!
And you with your lips, right?
You have to see the field there, it's like a rug.
You couldn't play there.
You'd see 30 thousand people in the stadium and shit yourselves!
He's a substitute and keeps bullying us.
The championship only starts in a month.
The championship only starts in a month.
I still can score goals for you.
Thinking you gonna play at Barcelona?
I missed you so much!
How are you? How was practice?
Good?
What? Did the cat get your tongue?
Nothing.
-Did you get better? -Better from what?
-Nausea. -Yeah, it's better.
What? I mean it, it's better, relax.
If it wasn't for the pregnancy test I'd only notice
when my belly started to grow.
Can you imagine?
I'd think I was fat and start a diet.
Ride a bicycle...
Poor little baby boy!
-Or girl. -What? It'll be a boy.
I mean it, I know it'll be a boy. Don't you believe me?
Are you spending the night at my place?
I have to work.
When you dress like a bum it means you have to work.
I don't understand it. And they pay you so little.
How will you support your son?
It will be alright, ok?
Ok. So when you're better dressed you call me, ok?
Go there beg, you beggar.
Mombaça.
Adao.
Charles.
Junior.
And you make the ball get to this boy.
You hit even your mom if she passes by!
It's true!
You beat everybody up. I'm scared to play near you.
You do nothing right. You were horrible today!
-The fuck I was! -Oh, no?
-They didn't pass the ball! -Who didn't pass the ball?
Who didn't pass the ball?
Have they cut off the light?
Don't you see?
What about the money I gave you?
I had other things... to do. The money wasn't enough.
What things?
When you came to live here I told you
we had to split the bills, didn't I?
I'm not your father.
Where's the bill?
It's right there.
I'll pay it tomorrow.
After you pay it, ask them to turn the power on again.
It's so cold!
-The water is freezing! -I don't know how you do it.
You're too cold!
Are you feeling cold? Is that is?
So cute and cold.
Don't you wanna take me out of this wetsuit?
Everybody's surfing by the church.
No one will see us.
-It's better at your place. -Really?
Really?
You're such a pussy, Junior.
You're fucking crazy.
Crazy is my pussy.
So I'm going.
Tell me...
-Is it ok to surf? -Of course it is.
I don't know, laying down on your front on the surfboard...
Are you kidding?
Do you think I'll stop surfing 'cause I'm pregnant?
Not me.
I'm going.
If you don't want me... I'll surf.
Hey, how are you?
-Fine, and you? -Fine too. Hi Junior.
What's that?
I'm finishing these purses because Padilha told me that...
he'd sell them in his store at the mall.
I have to finish it before the holiday
'cause there'll be lots of tourists.
-I can earn some money. -Nice.
What about this mess?
Well you can help me take it to the mall.
-We can have an açaí. -But açaí makes you fat.
And this is the worst mall on earth!
Makes you fat? Let me see this belly.
Stop it, mom!
Look, it's hard here, do you feel it?
There's nothing here yet.
Yes, there is, it's growing.
What?
You're taking care of yourself, right?
Are you eating well?
Fruits, nuts, everyday...
It has omega 3, selenium, it's very important...
You already told me that, mom.
Junior, help me take care of her, please. Watch her.
-She's too careless. -I take care of myself.
I'm not talking to you, I'm talking to your husband.
-How funny! -I'm very funny, didn't you know?
I see.
Listen, Padilha will sleep here on the weekend.
It's a little gross, you and this old man.
He's not gross. Gross is something else.
He's my boyfriend.
I'd like for you to show a little respect.
Ok.
I'm going upstairs. Come on, Junior.
-Do you wanna eat something? -No.
-What's up, fool! -Fuck, man.
-You're here alone on the beach. -What an idiot.
Looking at the wind?
I thought it would be sunny today.
Shit...
Bastard!
Shit!
You're too weak, man.
You have a lot of work out to do before you grab me.
And I was distracted...
Now you'll have to pay for my gas.
What gas?
Karine's pregnant.
Are you serious?
-What do you mean? Is it serious? -It's serious, man.
-Is it sure? Did she see a doctor? -Yeah.
Fuck, man. What now?
It's ok, man.
-What about an abortion? -We don't think about that.
-Does her mother know? -She does.
Fuck, man...
You're gonna be a father.
You're crazy, man.
But why did you have sex without a condom?
I didn't come inside her.
You didn't come inside...
So where's the baby? On the toilet paper?
-Fuck, man... -Relax...
You're screwed.
-If you need something... -No.
-Sure? -It's ok.
Do you remember Julinha?
-Who? -Mr. Nilson's daughter.
Julinha, I remember her.
She's smoking hot, man!
Last week I went there to check her out.
Hold on, did you fuck her?
Well, I don't waste my time.
She's so fucking ugly!
That's because you haven't seen her now, fucking hot!
-Great ass. -But how did you do it?
Did you cover her head with something then go for it?
-Fuck... -She's a girl shrimp.
Cut off the head and eat the rest.
No, she's fucking hot.
Fuck, man...
But I'm serious, bro...
If you need something...
I don't need anything, man... Thanks.
You can count on me.
-I can give you a hand. -What hand?
I'm earning some money now with this thing at the club.
Keep it to yourself, man.
Alright?
Having a child is hard...
-It's very expensive. -I know.
But I'm working.
Doing my best.
I can give you some money, you pay me later.
I don't need money.
Really, Junior, let me help you.
I know you need it.
Relax.
"Relax."
-Talk to me if you need... -Fuck, man...
Are you crazy? Where are you going?
Dammit, Junior. I just wanna help you.
What have you done now?
-It was the saw, fuck! -Hold on.
Put this on.
Did you drink again?
What are you doing home now?
Shouldn't you be working?
I got it.
You were playing soccer.
At this age, playing soccer?
You have to learn to do something right.
Like you?
Why are you staring at me?
I can't wait to get out of this shit.
-Who's a howler? -You!
You didn't make one goal yet.
Look at the counterattack!
Your face is horrible!
Have you looked in the mirror today?
Not yet. I'm afraid.
Water?
It's not too fresh, but...
-It's ok. -I just put it.
Do you want some cake?
There will be a tryout this week.
Almost no one knows about it.
In Rio.
You could go.
I could.
You know how it is...
You can play well and not be chosen because someone paid for it.
But... I think it's worth it.
A Rio team... what if...
Ok.
Ok, I'll give the address.
Come on.
Move over.
Who's playing with Brazil?
He's upset because he wanted Africa and didn't find it.
-Didn't find Ghana. -Ivory Coast.
None of these ones.
Do you want some water?
I'll do it.
Finished?
Do you want me to keep your backpack?
Ok.
Get comfortable. Let me grab that.
Won't you eat anything?
Are you sure? Don't you have to practice today?
-Yes. -You practice everyday?
-Jesus Christ, in this heat! -This is how it is.
But underneath this sun!
But sometimes games are underneath the sun too.
You're right, the stadium doesn't have a roof.
-Can I go watch someday? -Yes.
-I'd like to see it. -You'll be like:
"Junior, score a goal for me!"
No, I'll be quiet. Are you embarrassed?
Just a little.
That's ridiculous. Can I go, Junior?
-Of course, Mme. Sandra. -Thanks, but don't call me Mme.
-Call me Sandra, that's fine. -Sorry.
No need to apologize.
-Go eat a fruit, Karine. -Hold on, mom.
Really, girl, you're eating sugar and starch.
-It was coffee, not chocolate. -Even worse.
You shouldn't drink coffee.
Here, eat an apple.
-This is rotten. -There's another one.
This one is perfect, eat it. Take care of yourself.
You've an appointment with the doctor tomorrow.
You didn't even tell me.
What am I doing now?
You should've told me before. I'm going to his practice.
You're going to his practice? And you'll be like:
-"Junior, Junior!" -I don't do that.
And when can you go?
-Wednesday afternoon. -Good morning.
After the beach?
Take a shower before you go, ok?
So you don't carry sand to the gynecologist.
-There's juice, coffee... -I want juice.
What's up, footballer?
I heard your game was good this week.
-It was. -Yeah?
-When is the next one? -This Saturday.
Saturday! Let's go!
Let's watch the game!
-Who's the enemy? -Enemy?
You don't say enemy? What do you say?
-Adversary... -It's the same thing.
-You have enemies in a war. -Isn't soccer a war?
Ok, adversary. Who's the adversary?
Serra Mar.
Serra Mar, really?
Remember Anderson, Mr. Ailton's son?
He left Barrera and is playing for Serra Mar.
He's really good, really good!
Really? That's because you haven't seen Junior play.
But I'll see it.
That field is good now.
It was just pasture before.
When you were a kid, like fifty years ago?
Something like that.
It was full of wholes... like that cheese.
-What's it called? -Swiss.
Nobody is coming to watch your little game.
There was a spotter the other day.
-I mean it! -A spotter in Saquarema?
Jesus, a spotter doesn't ride the Via Lagos!
I don't know anything, you have to wake up.
-You're retrograde. -Look...
I ran into Marcos Andre...
Junior, he's a cousin of mine and has a company in Araruama,
and I told him what you're going through.
He's ready to help. You can go there on Monday.
Help me how?
Maybe help you to get a job. You can start as a delivery boy.
By the end of the month you'll have some money.
But he's a soccer player, he has to practice.
-Listen to him, Karine. -I'm listening.
-But I'm speaking too. -Say it.
He's a soccer player, he has to practice.
He can't be a delivery boy.
It's not that, he has to work. You're pregnant.
-He's working, he plays soccer. -Is he paid for that?
Not yet, but he will. You don't believe us...
-I do... -You don't. This is fucked up.
-This is what? -Don't speak to me like that.
No, stop it!
-Fuck, mom... -"Fuck, mom", no!
That's enough with this shit!
Padilha gave his message, did you listen?
Junior, did you listen? Good.
If you want to, you can go. If you don't, you don't have to.
You're an adult, you do what you want, ok?
But honestly you two!
You're dealing with this pregnancy like it's a joke.
It's not, daughter! It's not a joke!
It's really not a joke! I'm talking to you, Karine!
When this baby is born,
I don't want you to come crying and begging for help,
"What do I do with this child?"
Are you listening? You'll have to deal with it.
I had my daughter too early, I've already screwed up,
I've dealt with that and now you've screwed up again!
-So I'm shit... -It seems like it!
They came to see if...
... if the investment is worth it.
I'm working out a little.
Are you watching our game on Saturday?
Yes, for sure.
You're our pearl.
It's important to remember where you come from.
Hey, kid...
It's your chance.
Did you see the dribble I pulled off Mombaça?
I hit him so much.
He's fucking crazy. He marks me with opened legs.
His legs are always opened.
What's up, man?
What?
You're weird.
You were crazy at practice today.
Hitting everybody, almost fractured me.
-Are you alright? -I am.
Soccer is for men.
I know, but this isn't the World Cup.
We have a career ahead, we can't hurt ourselves.
Hurt yourself, right?
What do you mean?
You're so fragile.
What are you saying?
What's going on, Junior?
Say it, dude!
I know what the fuck is going on.
You're jealous.
That's it, right?
You're fucking jealous because I'm getting what we want.
But you're an asshole.
You should be happy with my success, not jealous.
You're a douche bag.
You're piece of shit, Junior.
How is he?
The doctor will come soon to talk about the procedure.
You can wait right here.
Don't you want some medicine?
I can ask my mother, there's no problem.
Let me see it.
You know you can talk to me about anything...
Easy, Junior.
You'll hurt yourself even more.
Easy, Junior. Don't use that much strength.
Junior, stop it. Let me help you...
What's going on?
I'm trying to help you, talk to me.
Let me help...
What's that?
I'm trying to help you and you keep ignoring me.
I'm talking to you and you don't even look at me.
You come here and you don't say a word.
Your best friend is in the hospital and you're fine!
You do everything by yourself and don't need anybody's help.
You're calm and cold!
Look at me, Junior!
Are you crazy, man?
You're gonna give me that look now, you're gonna hit me!
That's it? So hit me! I'm not scared!
Look at me and hit me! What the fuck!
That's what you're good at! What's that shit?
Stop it! Say something! I'm the mother of your child.
Look at me and say something! I'm talking to you, so answer me!
I can't believe it.
You come here, don't say a word, take a shower and leave?
You'll run away. What a coward you are!
Now I'm the one who wants you to leave.
Fuck!
For many people soccer is only a sport.
But for us soccer is life.
And life is now.
Life is everyday.
We know how much we've worked to be here today.
We've made mistakes...
and we've learned.
Soccer is a war.
And the war is now, outside.
One of our warriors is down.
He needs our help and this help will come from the field.
This victory will be for him.
We'll go there and show these guys...
our value.
Let's value this shield on our chest.
This red color, this white color is what will guide us.
Let's show these guys the strength of our legs.
Let's show these guys the size of our hearts.
I wanna know... Bacaxá, is what?
-Strength! -What?
-Power! -What?
-Union! -We came here for what?
Win! Bacaxá!
HOPEFULS
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