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Attention, all passengers.

Take your seats.

Glory is faster than anything else.

Okay, bye.

Damn it.

Welcome to the general service
for celestial information.

If you're Christian, press one.

If you're spiritual, press two.

For Muslim, press three.

Christian. Thank you.

For Roman Apostolic Catholic, press one.

For Orthodox Catholic, press two.

Now enter the number of your baptism certificate.

Baptism...

Baptism certificate? I didn't even know--

You are running out of time.

Welcome to the general service
for celestial information.

Hey, my friend! Thanks so much!

So nice of you to save me a place in the line.
Thanks!

You shameless brat!

-What is this?
-Baudelé Vieira, Saint Peter.

-You deadbeat!
-Baudelé Vieira,

loan shark!

Do not let this liar go to heaven
before paying me what he owes.

What is this heartless smuggler doing here?

He belongs in the deepest part of hell.

Along with bankers and thieves!

Same kind.

You just died now to avoid paying me
what you owe.

Leave him with me one more day on Earth,
then I will give him back to you.

I promise you, Saint Peter.

There she is!

Hail Mary, full of grace,
now and at the hour of our death. Amen!

-Hey!
-What a phony!

-Heavenly Mother!
-What a phony!

Wake up, boy! It looks like you saw a ghost!

My Heavenly Mother!

Who?

Heavenly Mother of God.

I was about to see her.

Not even in a dream would the mother
of God dare

show herself to a phony like you.

It's already noon and nobody has shown up yet.

-No?
-And stop eating, boy.

My goodness.

It's Baudelé Vieira.

That goddamned problem is on the island!

Great.

That one already knows the path here.

You tell him I am traveling.

That was last week's excuse.

But I can tell the one from last month

because he might have forgotten.

Like measles or migraine.

Relative's funeral, tsunami.

Actually, there are no tsunamis in Brazil.

If I could at least pay the interest,
Mr. Baudelé would be happy.

Don't even look at me.

But you have money saved, I know!

I give you shelter and food, it's enough.

But I'm just borrowing.

Like all the other times. You never pay me back.

This time, I will.

I will!

I will. I can

I can!

I'm giving you my word.

Bless me, Father.

Why? Are you going to the church again?

Father Ambrósio asked for me.

What?

You could work a little faster, couldn't you?

It's ready, Mr. Baudelé.

But I'll have to charge you a small fee

for the urgency.

-Why is that?
-It's lunchtime.

Lunchtime is sacred.

I'm actually only fixing your tire
out of respect for you.

I see.

Just because I don't understand anything
about cars. If I did, I...

It's Mercesinha.

My daughter!

She never leaves the church.

I've never seen anyone going to so many services.

Are you sure Taoca isn't home?

I am.

But if you prefer, go inside and check.

Please, make yourself at home.

We spend life sacrificing,

saving all we have, so we can lend money
with interest and support our families.

The we get stiffed by a son of a bitch.

I'm sorry, Mr. Goró. I don't mean
to offend you or your missus.

It's your son!

But it's not my fault he's my son.

God did that.

He's guilty.

You believe in God, don't you?

Sure, of course.

-How about you?
-Sure, I do too.

God is like the wheel, vapor or airplanes.

Invented by man,
but it doesn't mean he doesn't exist.

There are fish over there!

Right there!

Look!

Right there, there are real fish!

No need to rush, it's not the end of the world.

That, right there, it's mullet.

Mullet doesn't bite the fishhook.

You weren't there a minute ago.

Nope.

Did you just get here?

How come you're not wet?

I didn't come swimming.

Where's your boat?

No boat, either.

Damn.

Where is your helicopter, then?

If I may ask...

what is your name?

My name is Edivaltécio.

Edivaltécio Barbosa da Anunciação.

And yours?

I won't tell you because you wouldn't believe me

and I don't appreciate lies. I have never lied.

Is that right?

All right then.

But I won't stay here

talking to a guy
whose name I don't know.

I am the one who is...

The one without a name.

The unnamed.

Stop kidding with me.

Even an old homeless man has a name.

Godspeed.

Here is the thing: I am God.

What is this? What is this?

-Don't get nervous.
-Nervous?

Me?

I'm not the kind of man who gets nervous.

Nerves are for sissies.

I am angry, actually.

How long to get to the shore?

Aren't you God? You shouldn't have to ask.

Are you that stupid or did you get too much sun?

I'm not here for shows

or to let people know I'm God.

I don't do that. I don't like it.

You don't look like God.

If I was the God of giraffes, I'd look like a giraffe.

You are crazy!

That's what you are.

Fine, fine! No more! Stop it!

Enough!

The song I heard,

where was that from?

From heaven. So?

So what?

Can you take me to the fair in Penedo?

With this little engine,
we are only getting to Penedo in the morning.

Only by a miracle.

No miracles. Miracles! That's all I hear.

At best, I can leave you at Piaçabuçu.

By the river.

Forgive me for asking, but why would someone
like you go to Penedo?

There's a man there I need to go see.

But why don't you, say, perform a miracle

and make him appear here?

And why can't you just help me
instead of saying this nonsense?

All right. You're right.

But...

you know that fairs

are not cool.

Only poor people go there.

If you need to buy something,
just got to the grocery store

or the mall.

Things have changed.
It's not like it was in your time anymore.

Miracles are not a simple thing.
When someone performs one,

you need to readjust everything, here and there.
It's so much work. It's hell.

Excuse my sincerity.

I understand.

I understand.

That's why I rarely perform miracles.

Now, in the Bible, they say you performed
so many miracles.

That was different.

At that time, I had to impose myself.

And even so, it wasn't always miracles.

Most of them were natural causes that I matched
with my wishes, so not to change too many things.

For example, the hunger in Egypt wasn't me.

I just helped Joseph to foresee it.

And how about splitting the Red Sea for Moses?

It was a comet that came close to Earth

that moved the waters.

And Lazarus?

Catalepsy!

I want people to like me

for who I am.
Not gonna perform miracles to please anyone.

-That's right. You're right.
-This is San Francisco radio station!

I prefer music.

You can change the station.

-How?
-What?

How do I change the station?

All right.

From here, you can catch the bus

or even walk by the road. Penedo is close by.

No need to rush.

By now, there's no one else at the fair.

They will open again tomorrow morning.

Thank you.

Back in the day, he used to walk on water.

Bye! Godspeed! I mean...

God bless you! I mean...

I don't know!

That is a pitanga tree.

I know.

It's good.

You won't find any now.

It's not the season.

You can only find pitanga here in the winter.
July, August.

Nice.

I can see you know agriculture.

Do you know Quinca, at the Penedo fair?

No, no. I don't know people who go to the fair.

It's not my type of network.

Quinca, who has the mules, son of a cattle dealer.

Cattle! Excuse me, I'll be leaving now.

I might miss dinner at home.

I wish you the best!

It was a pleasure!

What an honor!

What is so funny?

I'm wondering where you will get
that money to pay Baudelé Vieira.

How do you--?

Right!

You laugh because it isn't you!

If it were you...

You know,

what's money to an old man

who created the world?

Hey! Wait! I'm coming with you!

I'm so silly!

How would I get back to the island before dinner?

And it's so dark, I could sink and drown.

Your clothes are ridiculous.

-The earing too.
-It's not an earring.

It's a piercing.

And then, I asked myself:

"Edivaltécio, please.

Be a man! How could you leave God

all by himself in a time of need?

How can you be so useless?"

This seems like...

Are you hungry?

Hungry?

Hurry!

There is always free food at funerals!

Could you wait just a minute?

Shrimp pie!

Love me some shrimp pie!

There's cheese too.

Poor man. So young!

Cezinha, my nephew.

-He had bean soup with turpentine.
-No!

-Killed himself.
-Killed himself!

Were you friends with my son?

You mean Cezinha? Of course!

Since we were kids.

You must not remember me
because I moved to the south.

Moved to São Paulo

to finish my studies in Biology

with our master.

São Paulo!

Right. The professor is here just visiting.
He's actually going to Penedo.

Going to conduct research at the fair.

But I didn't want him to go back to São Paulo

without knowing Cezinha,
whom I talked about so much.

But then...

Isn't that something?

We were just talking about him yesterday.
Right, professor?

I'm a truck driver.

One day, I got home earlier than expected

and found my wife with another man.

My kids crying outside the house, on the street.

She ruined our life.

Then she left.

Turned into a street whore in São Paulo.

-Did you meet her there?
-In São Paulo?

No, never. I don't usually go to whorehouses.

I mean, that type of establishment.

Cezinha never forgot what his mother did to us.

Oh, my!

Avoid the bean soup.

He's lying.

Who?

My father.

My mother left because my father was an animal.

He beat her.

Everybody said she was beautiful
and had a great heart.

Cezinha was crazy about her.

I'm going to São Paulo with you.

And who invited you?

He left life

Because didn't know how to be happy

Why are you guys always trying to be happy?

I'm sorry.

No, what he meant was:

Who, around you,

wouldn't try to be happy?

Right?

I found my son's body

with a pen in hand

and the notebook open on this page.

I didn't know he wrote.

Poetry!

Even though my chest is filled with love

I do not wish to live

So, they will talk about my pain

'He left life, because didn't know how to be happy'

What a beautiful thing.

Terrible.

Excuse me?

I'm sorry, but your son died for nothing.
These poems are terrible.

No, no. What he meant was

that these poems...

are beautiful, but can also be something else.

That's her.

My mother.

Beautiful, isn't she?

My mother sent me this from São Paulo
before she died.

This is the dress she wore
when she married my father.

Take me to São Paulo with you.

Hey!

Will you take me?

You...

You didn't need to be rude
to the dead man's father--

Hail Mary!

I'm going to Penedo with you,
then you take me to São Paulo.

Put your clothes on, girl.

Dress up.

What a naughty girl!

Put your clothes on, girl!
The professor didn't come here for this.

My name's Madá.

That's what everybody calls me.

What's yours?

Do I need to fill out a form to walk around here?

It's Savior.

His name is Manuel Savior.

You're wasting your time, girl,
I'm not going to São Paulo.

Right, he is not going to São Paulo.
Only later on...

Stop lying!

My name's Edivaltécio.

It's from "Edite," my mother's name,

Arivaltécio

was my father's.

Edivaltécio Barbosa da Anunciação,
nice to meet you.

Ready.

The Lord's house!

I mean, God's house.

If you get here and tell them who you are,

I guarantee they will let us spend the whole night.

Very comfortable.

And tomorrow morning, we'll get a ride to Penedo.

What is this, man?

Farting in front of...

my friend!

I'm sorry!

There are some things I need to improve.

So you take notes in your notebook
so you won't forget.

Right.

I do think there are things to improve.

I didn't ask your opinion.

Give me.

You're only gonna fix the fart?

I created you so lovingly.

But something went wrong.

It's all wrong!

You guys only mess things up.
Wars, poverty, bigotry,

-deceitfulness!
-You're right. It must be disappointing.

But if you wanted--

It's not my fault!

I created the world and right after that,
free will.

I left destiny in your hands!
"Right on, all the freedom, now it's up to you!"

And I'm guilty for everything?

I can't do anything else.

So it's every man for himself, right?

I must have already gone too far
for someone with my pecker's size!

-Your what?
-Pecker! My dick!

Cock.

Tool.

That's a cow.

I know. I created it.

But we named it.

C-O-W. Cow.

It couldn't be a better name.

It suits her well.

Do you think Your Holiness

could tell me...

why are the two of us here,

both looking for this Quinca guy?

Hey! Where are you going?

What's the hurry? Is someone dying?

Humans are not like a refrigerator
you can return to the store if it's broken.

So, I decided to take a vacation from you guys.

I need to relax from all these problems.

It's fair. Fair.

I wanna go out there, like I used to,

through the galaxies, relaxing,

walking through the stars

with no worries in my mind!

Just watching the magical nuclear explosions!

Supernovas.

Would you like some shrimp pie?

The dead man's aunt gave it to me.

I felt sorry for the dead man's father.

Being a truck driver is hard.

Isn't it? You earn your life on the road,

everything is well, until one day you go home

and someone else is doing your job in the bed?

It's hard!

The thing is that I need to find a saint
to substitute me, while I go on vacation.

A saint in Brazil?

Why not? Isn't Brazil
one of the most religious countries?

It never had a saint recognized from here.

Right!

But don't tell me Your Holiness
is considering Quinca to be the saint.

Not considering, I have decided!

And one more thing. Your Holiness is the Pope!

I'm God. Don't be such a dumbass.

Quinca doesn't come around here anymore.

After his father died, he sold his mules,

distributed the money among the poor here
and left.

But let me tell you something.

It was a great party.

People wasted all the money on booze.

Since Quinca left, you should consider me!

For what?

Well, I didn't want to seem too bold,
I didn't want you to think I'm too ballsy,

but you should know...

I'm here!

At your service, as a substitute for Quinca!

Do you want a job as a saint?

I know you didn't come looking for me,

but God writes right on crooked lines.

I've never wrote anything on crooked lines!

You guys can't read!

You're right, I'm not perfect! But I'm not the worst!

As a saint, my first miracle

would be to get money
to rebuild the island's church!

Lots of money!

I know I might not be ready for the job yet,
I don't know everything yet,

but we could train, you could teach me--

Do you really want me to tell you
why you can't be a saint, Taoca?

You could find a way.

I can start from when you were a boy.

So long ago?

When you were 7 years old,
you and your cousin--

Fine, fine, fine!

Jesus.

Seven years old!

Oh, my!

Look!

Is there gonna be another striptease?

What are you doing here?

I'm watching Ms. H.

So you came here to watch TV?

Ms. H is on.

People like this woman more than anything.

More than anything?

Except God, of course!

That's for sure.

As in the ten commandments!

Always put God first!

That's all he thinks about.

And he's right!

It's him!

Quinca!

Hey, hey! What's this?

I wanna hear it!

Just press the button!

So, did you like it?

Darlings! That was my interview

at the orphanage, House of God

in Brasília Teimosa.

Donate...

What Ms. H asks, the people give.

Crazy people, right?

Where's Brasília Teimosa?

Recife.

I need to go there and see Quinca.

But you have the money for a bus ticket, right?

No.

But you're gonna create some money, right?

I can't just make money appear.
Do you think I'm a counterfeiter?

Counterfeiter?

Did I call you that?

I'm not talking about fake money.
I mean real money.

Real, with the president's signature and all.

No!

But we can't walk to Recife.

There's this radio.

I bought it for 40 bucks, but I can sell it for 34.

You can take a look.

Here it is!

You sold your radio?

I couldn't let Your Holiness walk around here

at the risk of finding some murderer or thief
on the way there.

The worst part is that hell...

Oh, excuse me.

The problem is that

at this time, there are
no more buses to Recife.

Only in the afternoon now. We'll have to wait.

There's something I've been thinking about

I wanted to share with you,

which is that, since you're already
working on improving things,

and I say this with all due respect, you know me.

But I consider the position...

I mean, the position of the sexual organs

is wrong!

I think

urinating and defecating

shouldn't be through a sexual place.

I mean, so close to the sexual parts.

Do you know what I mean?

The pipe we use to urinate

shouldn't be the same one used to
do their business.

If a plumber did this kind of service
at my house, I'd fire him!

And I wouldn't pay the bill!

I think hygiene should come first,
we should be careful,

imagine the sewage...

It's her!

It's her!

Don't you see? The girl!

Look!

Where were you?

Hop on, professor! Let's go to Recife.

Whose truck is this?

I don't know.

How come?

I've just stolen this truck. Shall we?

What's your name?

Juliana.

How old are you?

He's been here.

He worked with us teaching kids
how to read and write.

But Quinca heard the government
was organizing a task force

to build dams in the outback.

So he left.

Where?

To the Baticum Valley, in Baixa da Égua.

We can take the bus.

And the money?

I won't lose a saint.

Nobody will interfere on my vacation.

Baticum Valley...

Shouldn't you find a saint around here?
Or close by?

It's hard to find a saint! When I find one,
I raise my hands to the heavens!

But that's what I mean.
If you wanted, we could fly there, like birds!

If you want it.

I always need to fix everything.

Everybody wants an easy ride,
everything given to them.

"Lord, bless my health! Lord, give me a husband!

The lottery!

This, that,

God knows!"

Nobody can take this anymore.

-He's crazy!
-It's all me, me, me!

I get stressed.

Didn't I tell you to return the truck and go home?

You did.

But there's almost no gas left, I can't go back.

Excuse me, my friend. Move, everybody.

Go home. There is no charity here.

Isn't that right, professor? No way.

They weren't panhandling.

They were selling their children.
For a cheaper price than the orphanage sells.

Excuse me,

but the issue is

God, because he doesn't want
to perform any miracles.

All these miracle stories are a lie.

I've never met anyone in my life who has seen one.

Didn't I tell you?

In a situation like this,

God should find a way for us to gain some
money and eat. No one here is made of iron.

Do you only think about food?

I've seen people dying of hunger,

but never for a lack of a saint.

Just put your hands together

and when you open, they'll be full of money.

Are you a magician?

No. Not a real magician

like we usually see,

no.

But magic isn't miracle.

I'm gonna put it here

and shuffle the cards.

Magic isn't miracle.

This was kind of predictable.

There he is!

Here it is, ladies and gentlemen,

a coconut tree that Mandrake

has brought to you!

Just like in the book of Genesis,

the day Earth was created!

Now it's just missing Eve and Adam.

Hey! Are you crazy?

Just throw it!

Throw it!

How much is there?

No, no! Hold on!

How much? How much?

I can't believe it.

It was gonna rain money!

It was gonna be a gold mine.

We could work a week and retire.

I'm too young to retire.

You could make a fortune
with magic, professor.

That's what I'm saying. He's stubborn.

I am losing my patience.

How could you do all of that?

It must be hypnosis.

It was like a dream.

Everything a human being can imagine

can exist, Madá.

It's just a matter of training.

Could you pass me the salt, please?

Can I order a beer?

Beer!

Are you gonna drive drunk?

Risk the professor's life?

The gas tank is full.

As soon as we get to Baticum Valley,
you must return the truck and go back home.

Do we still have money for a bus ticket?

How many tickets?

Two or three?

It must have been lonely, right?

When?

When you created the world.

Your Excellency created the world by yourself.

No one to give you an opinion or advice,

or company.

I never needed company.

Your Highness never had a father.

Or mother!

Or...

relatives, neighbors, nobody.
All alone in the world.

Walking through the stars.

Without a pet or a friend to talk to.

A little woman to give you some love.
A little love.

I love what I created. I love humankind,
for example. In spite of everything.

Listen, you have lots of life experience.

Life experience! You've lived a long time.

But want to fix it all alone.

You can't.

-You need--
-I need to find the saint and leave.

That's it.

I know I am not a saint, I have many flaws.

It's over. We won't talk about it.

But my little sister, Mercezinha.

This girl is an example of kindness.

Charity.

Religious! She doesn't leave the church.

Ask Father Ambrósio.

Father Ambrósio!

-Ambrósio
-Mercezinha!

Mercezinha.

She's one of the last virgins in Brazil.

Maybe in the world.

Ask Father Ambrósio.

Father Ambrósio...

With all due respect...

With all due respect, I wouldn't trade

my 23 years, five months and 18 days

for your quadrillions of years.

Walking around with no one.

I wouldn't.

Poor God.

So lonely.

Boy!

Pay me what you owe me!

Mercy!

Heavenly Mother, have mercy!

Protect me!

Heavenly Mother, have mercy!

The professor is gone.

All the passengers are out there.
The bus broke down.

Is this going to take long?

God knows how long.

And where is he?

-God?
-I mean,

the professor.

I have no idea.

When I woke up, he was gone.

And I've asked everybody.

Where is he?

Professor!

The Southern Cross must be close.

I really wanted to see a UFO.

Listen...

This music.

I think it's coming from there.

Is that old can fixed yet?

That thing won't be fixed in 100 years.

Won't you help?

I'm no mechanic, I don't know about engines
and have no patience to read user guides.

What is this fire?

That was thunder.

It didn't rain.

Is that necessary?

I mean...

The outback is a weird place.

Hey! The bus is this way.

I'm going to the Baticum Valley.

-Walking?
-He always does that.

How did the indigenous people do it?

This guy is becoming a grumpy old man.

Hey!

I need to use the bushes.

I need to pee.

Professor!

Women are such a pain.

A man wouldn't have to stop.

We can walk and pee.

Oh, my mother...

I'm so lonely.

So lonely.

Madá!

Hey, Madá! Aren't you done yet?

Hey-- What?

It was God, it was God

No one can disapprove this

"If I have the gift of prophecy

and can fathom

all mysteries

and all knowledge,

and if I a faith

that can move mountains,

but do not have love,

I am nothing."

It was because he loved us

that God created the world

and set us here, on Earth, to live in heaven.

God is good,

fair, charitable, full of grace,

truthful, friendly, generous, beautiful,

brilliant, fantastic, wonderful, endless, and...

-Perfect!
-Perfect, yes!

And life only has meaning

if we love him more than anything else.

He deserves it.

Bravo, bravo! Bravo!

Taoca, give him a coin.

Actually, you have all the money.

Thank you, son.

Thank you!

Are you passing by?

Right, we were...

walking on the road,

but then, my friend got tired.

He's old.

If I may ask,

where are you guys going?

The Baticum Valley!

-Do you know it.
-I do.

You're in it.

And where is the dam they're building?

They already built it.

We really needed it.

Last summer

the drought was so bad
that the donkey ate the Brazilian flag.

It was the only green thing around here.

When the dam was ready, the owner
of the land kicked everybody out.

That's right. The colonel kicked everybody out.

Only he could use the dam.

And how about the task force?

Everybody left.

They are not stupid.

Please, eat.

-And there is some good booze.
-This is Queré, my brother.

I'm Tuinho.

But our real names are Antônio Clemente
and Clemente Antônio.

Professor, they're saying the task force--

I know.

But don't worry, everything always ends well.

And if it's not well, then it's not over yet.

Yeah.

It's gonna rain this week.

How do you know?

Nário Perpétuo said it.

Nário Perpétuo?

It's our almanac.

You should see it, it's always correct.

Did you know

that God created the world in September?

It's written there.

Same month of Brazil's Independence Day.

And did you know the Andromeda galaxy

is coming very close to the Milky Way?

They are both chocking, and in this explosion...

Boom!

Everything will disappear. Sun, Earth, the planets.

Would you excuse me?

But it's not gonna happen for millions of years.

Sir, Tuinho thinks Luzinete
should dance with the guest.

-Isn't that right, Tuinho?
-Yes.

What's your name again?

Savior.

His name is Manuel Savior.

I am no one.

Professor, dance with the bride.

Do not disrespect the groom.

Go, Luzinete.

Dance!

-No!
-Luzinete.

-Come on!
-No!

-What is happening?
-No!

Luzinete, dance with him.

Madá?

Enough.

Never seen anyone dancing forró so close.

That wasn't forró, you dumbass.
It was Viennese Waltz.

You are lucky. You have no necessities.

You relax, because you know you can't die.

But I can.

At night, I'm afraid of the dark.

And during the day, every single day,

it might be my last.

But if you wanted to, I wouldn't have to die.
Like the angels.

Death was my best creation.

Everything was all the same before I had this idea.

The world would become very boring
without death.

Cajuína?

I'm hungry.

We can buy some food on the way.

No, I can't believe this. I cannot believe this.

Yes, I gave him everything.

You gave all our money to the pastor
from the wedding?

-Everything?
-Give it back!

That money was also mine.
Did you know I helped you earn that money?

That's ridiculous!

Get stiffed by God!

JUST LIKE THE DEVIL LIKES IT

I really am a piece of shit.

Go ahead, tell me I'm a piece of shit.

I know I am. Go ahead, say it.

-You're a piece of shit.
-Come on, Madá. What do you mean?

You asked me to tell you. There it is.
You're a piece of shit.

Yeah, but when you say it like that, it's offensive.

Taoca, where's the professor?

Madá, you need to stop thinking
about this old bachelor.

You don't stand a chance with him.

Taoca, God will help me.

God is taking a shit.

He doesn't give a shit.

It's Quinca! It's Quinca!

This is a piece of news about a war between
indigenous people. They're all indigenous.

This is Quinca, I'm sure of it.

What do you want with this guy?

Nothing. The professor has a job for him.

Nothing important.

Where is...

Jalapão?

In Tocantins.

Eating armadillo is good

But the back pain is a shame

Because the animal is short

And that's why I prefer the goats

BATHROOM

Jalapão is in Tocantins.

Close to where I'm headed. If you want a ride.

I've noticed you like to see the horizon.

It really is pretty.

So many ugly things out there, when we finally
see something pretty, we get scared.

It brings some clarity.

If there wasn't ugly, there wouldn't be pretty.

Have you heard of Palmas? It's close by.

Right. Tomorrow morning,
I can go get the insurance money.

From here, it's easy to get a ride to Jalapão.

There are many trucks headed that way.

Nice meeting you.

I mean...

Oswaldo Zenildo.

At your service.

That's not really his name.

I saw the car's documents.

Taoca, have you ever been on a plane?

Never.

But an authority like you

shouldn't be riding trucks.

You should be on a plane.

Or at least a cab.

Could you...

tell me how you're going to find Quinca here?

It's none of your business.

Are you sure that only Quinca...

could do that job?

Your mother.

Our mother! Our Heavenly Mother of God.

I am sorry for intruding in your conversation,

but the Quinca you're looking for,
is that Quinca from Jalapão?

-Do you know him?
-I can take you to him.

But there is a price...

to help my mother.

But we don't have any money!

My name is Messias. Messias Duarte dos Anjos.

It's to feed my mother. And my five little brothers.

Not five. Seven.

You have never had necessities in your life,
so I understand why you don't care.

You don't know what it is to be hungry.

But could you please tell me
how we're gonna find money

to pay for Moses' information?

Messias.

It's all right. It's all from the same book.

And there is also another pending issue.

This girl, Madá.

I gotta say. She's been with us a long time.

Madá's father we know,

but now it's the police, the entire country,

her father after us,
and we are here.

I think it would be no problem

to find someone--

It's Ms. H!

Let's help, you guys! Just some spare change.

Some spare change...

They like me, Taoca, more than anything.

You forgot to change your voice.

Panhandling is no miracle either.

-Yes!
-Come on, let's help!

Slowly, in the box. In the name of God!

Donate!

Help us here.

There.

She can give autographs later.

Hold on!

Our Lady of Perpetual Help.

Good thing you remembered to stop at the bank.

Isn't that right, professor?

All those idiots.

"Ms. H! Ms. H!" He solved the problem.

Found us some money.

Ms. H is always asking for money for the poor
and telling us to feed them.

They say it's communism making a comeback.

One for you, one for us.

One for us, one for you.

These blue eyes.

I don't know why they made him look American.
Blond and blue eyes.

What did you want? They didn't have photographs.

People started saying what he was like,
and he turned out like that.

Sometimes I talk to him.

-To Jesus?
-It was all wrong.

It's the father that should sacrifice for the son.

It's one of our guests at the inn.
He has cancer.

He is hopeless.

Sometimes, Mr. Gislênio remembers
he's going to die and gets upset.

He breaks everything and complains.

Complains a lot. But it goes away.

Go to bed, Mr. Gislênio. Sleep.

He doesn't accept it.

Do you want to use it?

I don't know how to use these things.

This is a website to talk to the dead.

I've talked to Catherine the Great,

Getúlio Vargas, Princess Diana.

Is there anyone in your family who died
and you wish to talk to them?

I do.

I want to talk to my mom.

Do you remember her?

I don't really remember.

Not really.

I was too young when she moved to São Paulo.

Do you have anything that belonged to her?

She gave me this before she left.

So it's not hers, it's yours.

How did she die?

AIDS.

I think.

What was her name?

The real one or her stage name?

Doesn't matter.

Sheila Madalena. Like me.

My mom.

-Hey! The money!
-Take this. Leave.

Go home and live your life.

But you're gonna give everything away again?

Live your life!

My life now is you.

I'll follow you where you go.

I won't bother you.

Please.

I could be your father.

Your grandfather.

Great-grandfather!

Go home.

And we should go too.
Do you think I have nothing better to do?

I can tell you've never loved someone.

You don't have a heart.

I created the heart.

Here they are, Mr. Quinca.

This is not Quinca.

Please.

Forgive this mess.

I don't have a maid.

They don't wanna work anymore.

They are charging a fortune.

Everything is so expensive.

Where are you from?

This area is very receptive. Good people.

Simple people with good hearts.

Well, I've done my part.
Now, excuse me, I must go.

I will take your little gift to my poor mother.

And my eight little brothers!

Seven.

So...

what service do you have for me?

Who's the victim?

Victim?

You can trust me. I am 100 percent guaranteed.

The victim will definitely be dead.

A cold corpse. I'll deliver the soul.

Just give me a picture.

I've never failed, thank God!

Excuse me,

but I think there was a little misunderstanding.
We are looking for Quinca who owns donkeys.

-And not--
-Quinca Batalha, at your service.

So you don't have a service for me?

No.

I'm not the kind of man who takes a gun

and steals.

No! I cannot do this.

I won't steal.

At this point in my life,

I won't dishonor my name.

Nobody calls me for anything anymore.

Even with this war with the indigenous people.

I could be there. Helping.

A war with the indigenous people?

Yeah.

At their reserve.

The government put them there,
but the farmers want their land.

For their cattle.

It's progress.

What can we do?

You're so lucky!

You talked to someone who had the address.

You're really lucky.

We don't appreciate it,
but it must be a lot of work to be God.

It must be hard. You have to study
to be a magician,

do the Viennese Waltz,

know how to become a TV Idol,

and...

And remember song lyrics

just to get someone to be a saint
and the rest of the world can go to hell!

Really, I mean I never thought

I'd feel sorry for God. But I am.

You...

didn't even get wet, huh?

It was raining.

It's him, Taoca.

It really is him.

Quinca?

Here!

What do you want with me?

I need to talk to you.

What about?

I have a proposal.

What kind of proposal?

It's a sensitive matter, I'd prefer to talk

privately, just you and me.

Just...

How could this man teach anything
stuttering like this?

I don't think anyone learnt anything.

Stop stuttering!

Did the farmers send you here?

Did the farmers send you here?

Did the farmers send you here?

Did the farmers...

Did the farmers send you here?

Did the farmers send you here?

I've never spoken like this in my life!

Never. It's like a miracle!

Yeah, but it was no miracle!

Right, professor?

You must know that stuttering is all about nerves.

And your stuttering must have disappeared
when Professor Manuel Savior yelled at you.

Incomprehensive! Unconstitutional!

Unconstitutionally!

And the first time I heard about these people

was when I read in the newspaper
some people had

set one of them on fire
when they were sleeping under a bridge.

The tribe didn't do anything.
They just sing for the one who died.

They just cry and cry.

They just cry.

This one is sick with meningitis.
We don't have medicine for that.

So is he a doctor now?

We don't need certificates to care for people.

Do I know you from somewhere?

If you knew, I bet you'd never forget.

I'd like to talk to you. Just the two of us.

Look.

I can have a lot of influence
in the outcome of this conversation.

You know how it is. I am his great friend.
I'm like a brother to him.

Mockingbird.

Mockingbird.

That's right!

Surucuá trogon.

Hyacinth Macaw.

Rufous-tailed Jacamar.

That's Rufous-tailed Jacamar.

Bico de Brasa!

Undulated Tinamou.

How can you imitate so many birds?

I made all the birds. And everything else.

I created all of this.

It was such a simple idea.

I just basically took 75 percent hydrogen,

mixed with 24 percent helium,

carbon, nitrogen,
oxygen, and things like that.

A total of 92 elements.

Everything else are details.

An idea of beauty more beautiful
than the language of the angels.

Then, I left the world up to you guys
and I never had a moment of peace since then.

You guys fight, mistreat each other,
destroy the things I made.

So, if I understood correctly, you're God.

And I want to make you a saint.

-Wait, what?
-I'm tired of this mess.

I need some vacation.

So I need a saint
that can take care of things while I'm gone.

And the saint is me?

Exactly.

Listen, Mr. Manuel Savior,
I like you, so I'm giving you the time of day,

otherwise I'd tell you to go back
to the hospice you came from.

I have better things to do than talk to a nutcase.
Can't do it.

Why not?

-First of all, I'm not a saint.
-No?

Touch him.

-For what?
-Touch him and see if he doesn't get better.

-You're crazy.
-There's no meningitis for a saint.

Touch him.

Touch him.

You're kidding with me!

Go do something else,

because playing God is out of style.

Get out!

I'm not out of style.

The problem is style.

You could've saved that boy.

I'm not God.

But I am. I created everything.

If it was up to me,
there could be less waterfalls and more food.

Now you can take care of that.

I don't wanna be a saint.

Being a saint is great. You'll do fine.

One or two sacrifices, but lots of rewards.

Are you gonna ask me for 20 percent,
like your friend did?

Being a saint is an important job,
plenty of good people have done it--

Taoca asked you for commission?

You know what?

Give up pissing me off. I can't be a saint.

-Why not?
-Because I don't believe in God.

Never did, never will. I'm an atheist.

It really is a problem, but I am here to help.

Then prove you're God.

I can't just do miracles all the time.

Then leave me alone, I am an atheist!

In a crisis situation, such as this one,

I think I can make an exception
and perform a show.

Like I did back in the desert with bread.

Or sent the fire for Elijah.

I created the day and night.

But when Joshua invaded Canaan
and needed help,

I stopped the sun and the moon.

I made the days longer so he could win the war!

Just like that, I can make them shorter.

Day and night will last as long as I want.

Time is up to me.

Are we getting old too?

Enough!

Enough! Enough!

-Enough!
-Do you understand now?

Do you see? Do you know?

Are you convinced?

Are we good?

You dumbass!

This was a trick! You hypnotized me!

You hypnotized me. It was hypnosis!
You tricked me!

Respect me, boy. I'm God!

-I don't trick people.
-Find someone else.

-I don't want it!
-That's not an option!

You must be a saint, you idiot!

I'm an atheist! I'm an atheist!

Fine. One day, I'll return.

You won't convince me!

-You dumbass!
-Con man!

Just wait, asshole.

Doesn't matter!

I'm an atheist!

Atheist!

What was that?

I'm very pleasant to be around. I just
don't like when people disagree with me.

I...

I...

am... Am...

Atheist!

Sometimes, I get scared of you.

Nonsense. You don't have
enough imagination for that.

Don't worry about that idiot, professor.

That saint would be good for nothing.

He'd rather be a cattle dealer.

Teach kids, dam engineer, doctor.

All in one lifetime.

What now? Where do we go?

I gotta go back through the same place,
otherwise I have to change it all.

It'd be a lot of work and I'm not in the mood.

Oh, my!

Are you leaving?

Just like that?

Is it over?

I am!

All right.

So much work to help you.

And now you're just gonna leave to relax
among the stars.

How about me?

You stay here, owing money to God
and everybody else.

I don't owe anything to God!

But we could...

We could stop by the inn, to check

if everything is okay.

Why don't you just say you miss Madá?

Me? I don't.

She must be gone by now.

She must have left with the first man she found.

So you're jealous.

What do you mean?

I've never had a girlfriend.

Why is it that only when you guys lose things,
you appreciate them?

Taoca!

Look!

Estela?

What are you doing here? So far from the island!

Mr. Baudelé Vieira. He's taking us up north.

-Who?
-Me!

They're building a hydroelectric plant
in the middle of nowhere.

Many men with nothing to do on their days off.

There's a huge demand for pussy.

We can't leave people masturbating.

That's not being a patriot! Right, girls?

-That's right!
-Yeah!

Mr. Baudelé Vieira! What a coincidence.

Coincidence! I was just

looking for you!

It's not much. Here, this too.

I wanted to give you this.

This doesn't even cover the interest.

Mr. Baudelé, look.

If you don't mind-- We could--

Professor!

Look!

They're going north, professor.

For work.

-What's the problem?
-Will you let her go?

What are you to her?

Nothing.

Excuse me,

but you're very irresponsible.

Nobody is forced to come with me.

They're coming because they want to.

I told each one of them the price,
gave them new clothing,

and even gave money in advance, cash!

That I earned working!

For this one,

I even gave the boy
who brought her some commission.

Moses!

Messias.

Madá, give Mr. Baudelé his money back.

You're coming with me.

Yes. I'm gonna find a way for you to pay me back.

There must be some men
there who enjoy other men.

Some sissy men like yourself.

Excuse me!

God, our Lord

ordered men to grow and multiply.

But things got out of control.

So now it's up to us to fix
Earth's overpopulation issue.

Gayness will save the world.

Sugar.

Isn't this tire too low?

-Which one?
-That one.

How so?

I don't know,
but Taoca works with this, he must know.

-Totally low!
-Is it really?

-It doesn't seem--
-I work in a tire shop, I know.

On a road like this, you could get in an accident.

But don't worry, I'll go get a tire jack.

I can fix this in a minute.

Are you coming with us?

I think so.

Oh, my, my, my.

Don't even worry, it's free. It's on the house!

Yes!

We left the girls

and Baudelé's bus on the road.

And then, we left Madá at the bus station.

Madá is going to São Paulo, Mother.

Poor you.

I don't think she'll ever come back.

Ask God, son.

He never cared for me.

He just yells at me.

And I'm here, in the valley of tears, so much pain.

Isn't love so strange?

That's right. That's true.

Holy Mother!

My holy lamp watched his holy sleep

Holy

Holy is his name

And his rare smile

I flew so high

Because I had a big pair of wings

Until the day they fell

And here I am among the samba

Listening to heaven's work

And here I am, among the war

Listening to heaven's war

Among fallen angels

Here on Earth, work is every day

Wake up

Breaking walls

Eat

Drink

Carry a bucket on top of my head

In the fire where your mouth is

For our creation

They are saying humans are the fallen angels

that God sent to Earth.

As a punishment.

For doing wrong in the creation of the world.

Here, they learn with the animals
how to have children.

Became too many.

Started making houses, roads, cities, countries.

Many machines.

To imitate God. And change everything he created.

At first, God was very mad.

But then, he started getting soft
because he loved the fallen angels.

The wrong way they did everything.

Surprising.

Out of control.

Different from the rest.

The men

learned with God how to create.

And with men,

God learned how to love.

But you weren't smoking that, right?

They're a bunch of bums. You don't know them.

I can't believe this.

Soon, it will be morning
and we can go down the river.

You really did your best work here.

I'm glad to hear.
Sometimes I think no one notices.

Can you lower the song a bit?

Just a little bit.

The volume.

Thank you.

I can't think with such a loud song.

You have no idea what the first morning
in heaven was like.

I had just created the world.

When I saw all that beauty,

I felt so proud.

Everything was perfect!

Excuse me,

but if it was so perfect,

bats wouldn't suck people's blood

and there wouldn't be tsunamis,
earthquakes or volcanos.

When everything was ready,

I just wanted someone to see what I had done.

I was so lonely.

That's when my headache started.

That's what I mean. If I were there,
I'd have told you it would never work out.

Y'all make too many mistakes.

Sometimes, I wonder

how you can make so many mistakes.

How?

You must be very tired.

I don't think it's fair
that you won't take your vacation.

Just so you don't go home empty-handed,

I have a cousin, not that one,

super virtuous. If you knew him,

you'd forget all about Quinca
and call my cousin to become saint.

I have his number. He lives around here.

You can call him.

Do a test on the phone.

There is a nice wind.

Soon, we will be back where you found me.

All right.

What did you do before creating Earth?

Don't be so stupid. Time didn't exist back then.

There was no before, before creating the world.

The engine!

Someone stole the engine of my boat!

Madá!

Weren't you going to São Paulo?

No.

I am not going to São Paulo.

I've decided to save some money
and buy my own truck.

I'm gonna live my live around here, professor.

It's up to you.

But you'll give back the money you took
from Mr. Baudelé Vieira, right?

I will not.

I need money to buy my truck.

That's it. You've gone crazy. Are you crazy?

I don't think so.

Baudelé Vieira paid for her.

He bought her, it's done. It's a deal.

What world do you live in?

I'm taking you back to Baudelé, you hear me?

Maybe if I can soften that dumbass' heart,

he might not kill me.

Hide her on the island.

Take her there. Baudelé Vieira
will end up forgetting about it.

When you get on the boat,
step on it with your right foot, okay?

Going after the professor,

I lost my radio, my new shirt
and my boat's engine.

Just wasted my time.

I should be more appreciated for all my help.

I need money, professor. I'm not your saint.

And don't pretend to be sleeping
because I know you don't sleep.

What saint is that?

Nothing.

It's research the professor is doing.

Something very important for humanity.

You're more sincere when you lie
than when you tell the truth.

Holy Mother.

Right there!

Come back!

There! "Baudelé will end up forgetting about it."

He's asking to return to the beach.

And I told my dad I was going to São Paulo.

-Are you crazy?
-Get out of here.

And you won't do anything, right?

What a heartless thing to do!
Leaving us on our own!

Angel of God, my guardian dear,
to whom God's love commits me here.

Even this day, be at my side

to light and guard and rule and guide.

Amen.

Leave us alone!

Get down, Madá! Get down!

Leave us alone, for God's sake!

Madá! Madá! Madá!

Madá.

Madá.

Baudelé Vieira! You coward!

Wait right there. I'm gonna kick your ass,
you son of a bitch!

Coward! Did you let her die?

Leave me where you found me. It's right there.

Get out of my boat.

Get out of my boat!

Get out of my boat! Now! Right now!

Your earring really is ridiculous.

Get out of here!

You don't love anyone!

You say you love humanity,
but it's just an excuse!

So then you don't need to like anyone.

You've never loved anyone!

What a shitty life. Quadrillions of shitty years!

All alone

in this world.

Madá, do you hear me?

Madá.

Madá?

I want Madá back.

Alive.

What do you want to prove with our suffering?

Madá?

-Were you crying, Taoca?
-Are you alive?

Didn't you notice? Look!

I got shot right on my pendant.
When I realized I was alive,

I thought it'd be better to pretend I was dead,
so Baudelé would leave us alone.

I think it worked.

What were you just saying?

-That you were alive.
-No!

Before. When I was dead.

Were you worried about me, Taoca?

What is the professor doing there?

This guy is kind of crazy.

His head is not right.

Forget about him.

What?

Where is the professor?

What is that?

A pitanga tree.

I don't see the Southern Cross anymore.

-Where do we go now?
-I don't know.

We can think about it later.

It's good, isn't it?

Laying like this, with the stars and the moon.

Are you sure the professor didn't drown?

Of course, Madá.

He didn't really come from São Paulo, right?

I actually think he's never been in São Paulo.

The professor has been in every single
place in this world.

Taoca?

Who was he, really?

You know what?

I think life is like a port

where we never really arrive.

Is this...

from, like,

a famous writer?

Nope.

Edivaltécio Barbosa da Anunciação.

With the intelligence given to me by God.

Oh, Lord!

Subtitles Translated by:
Gabriela Haas-Cronk