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My friend was born in a a simple home,

at the Afonso Pena Street in the Tijuca neighborhood,

Eleventh son of a romantic couple,

Mr, Altino e Mrs, Maria,

He received a significantly part of his education,

with the priests in the church of Saint Sebastian,

at the Haddock Lobo Street,

The friars always talked about the righteousness of the,

crooked lines which God used to wrights,

But it wasn't easy for him to understand,

the straight lines of life,

If God really sees everything there were a lot of blind spots,

one of them in the Tijuca,

Still as a boy he understood that it was better not to expect,

the heavenly justice and even less the justice coming from men,

He would have to work hard to obtain the things he wanted,

And at last, give his own way to these same things,

His first job was as deliver in the small company,

of homemade meals that his parents had at home,

He was the brand new employee in the production line,

There he received his first and unwilling artistic name:

Tião Packed Lunch,

Nickname for ones and a complete offense to him,

In that time, if you were from a pour family at Tijuca,

you couldn't give fate a chance,

And he knew that well,

It was the 50's and a few African American guys,

had a chance in life,

Soccer was the way,

And he was African American,

But running and staying fit wasn't viable choices,

And so my friend kept going with his life,

Delivering meals, knowing neighborhoods and,

conquering new territories,

There wasn't a house in that place in which he hasn't delivered,

- his meals at least once, - Hello Mr. Horacio! Did you wash it?

And one day, Tião packed lunch discovered there was,

another place for him in the world,

Something new,

Aplace in which the whites were students,

and the African American were lecturers,

It was pandemic that came from outside,

and was starting to take over the city,

And the world,

Soon he felt that's what he wanted to do,

And it was a matter of time,

If God hadn't given him that vocation,

the devil would lend him,

In that time, those who couldn't afford a piano,

would buy a guitar,

Who couldn't afford a drum would buy a tambourine,

As a matter of fact, he couldn't buy anything,

but the priests could,

With the heavenly support,

and a heavenly fund, the parish allowed the creation,

of a musical band inside the school,

It was a small group of 5 young men and,

a ridiculous name: Rhythm Tijucanos,

The curious formation had a drum, guitar, accordion,

sax and a trumpet,

The drummer was my friend,

Sebastião Rodrigues Maia as known as:

Tião,

Somehow his presence determined the meteoric career of the group,

4 rehearsals e none show,

This stunning mark on the Brazilian music,

has an explanation,

Tune the bugle!

That guy had a gift that made him a force of nature,

It was something that even nature itself could hold,

And this way he obtained everything that he ever had,

And everything that he lost in this life,

BASED ON THE BOOK WRITTEN BY NELSON MOTTA

Good Evening!

Beautiful Vitória Régia.

The voice, the voice.

What the hell, don't bother me

With this talk of employnment,

Can't you see? I'm not into it,

What I want is Peace,

Is there no air conditioning in this shitty place?

Come on my dear, the voice, the voice!

High tone my dear, that small button beside you.

To the people in this glorious sauna,

my warm good night.

What's this Tim? Are you crazy man?

Don't touch me.

I told you two, three, fourtimes.

It is over buddy.

You are trying to make things difficult.

Are you saving money with my self?

I doubt that in the Roberto Carlos show,

you keep the airturned off.

By the way, Roberto Carlos wouldn't perform,

in a place like that, a hooker hair care saloon.

Because rich people don't like lowlevel things.

Lfthis were in Duque de Caxias people were,

setting fire in this place with you and this dog inside it.

You knowthat I can charge you, right?

You didn't even read it but there is a clause in the contract.

I'm shitting.

I'm shitting for you and your contracts.

This exploitation oftalent contract.

I don't exploit and you knowthat,

I'm one ofthe fewin this city that gives you ajob.

As a matter of fact, I gave you ajob,

because I won't call not even to sing in funerals.

Do me this favor.

Do me this favor.

I will only sing in your funeral and in this one,

I will sing for free.

And there is more sumart ass.

I won't give you back a penny ofthis show.

You are making me crucify you at thejustice.

Go on!

Rosicler, howmany law suits do I have against me?

- 48. - 48!

It will be the forty-ninth, brother.

You will never step on this stage.

Never!

I don't want to step in this shit of place,

this is the sketch ofhell.

Go fuck yourself.

Rosicler, I'm so stressed.

This African heat almost killed me.

- Did you enjoy the concert, honey? - I loved it!

- What's your name again? - Laura.

Laura.

Here you go sister. Thank you very much.

- No problem. - Thank you for your presence.

- I thank you! - Bring yourfamily next time.

What's up guys?

Dido! Give a hit to my friend here.

Give a hit my ass!

Hello young lady. Such a long time!

Rosicler, be careful with this dude,

be careful with him.

Hello my little pearl, can I talk to your friend?

Sure!

Hello my brunette, this is your first time here, right?

Yes.

- Want to drink with me? - I don't drink whisky.

Maybe an oatmeal, one cappuccino, a spring roll,

a papaya!

- I'm really fine. - Vodka?

Water.

- Water? - Yes!

I'll go get it myself dear excuse mejust a second.

I don't think it would be a good idea to ask you,

if you liked the show.

It was really good until the part that I saw.

The part you didn't see is great.

I came to see the part where young sing those songs.

Those I'll owe you.

It's a pity.

I always thought that you didn't like those songs after all.

After all the one that did all those things were me.

Well, was.

I learned to like it.

Nowl have to go.

Come back to see the other part, some other day.

I'll try. Some other day.

- Bye. - Bye.

This is me,

With the pitiful fashion of the 80's and,

dressed as a decaying magician,

You must have donkey shit instead of a brain,

to come here.

I must have shit instead of a brain,

because I paid to see your show.

Will you give me back my money?

If you really came here to see the show,

I would give your money back to you myself.

But his thing as a pour revival...

...I knowexactly why you are here.

I thought that the bad behavior was over at the stage.

This will be over only when I die.

Aren't you inviting me in to talk, smoke something?

Don't you have an eye? Those bat eyes didn't read,

that in the entrance is written:

"Tim Maia's dressing room."

Knock before you enter.

I'm reading: Fat shitty whole punch him to get your money back.

Go fuck yourself, get the fuck out.

He is out ofhis mind!

Doesn't remember where I came from.

No, I didn'tforget where he came from,

I also didn'tforget that wasn't much thing to do at night there,

I mean, There was the Divino a bar located in the corner,

of Matoso Street with the Haddock Lobo,

Where my friend spent most of his youth,

Sandoval, give me a flat water.

- Flat? - Flat.

After all, youth was all that he had to spend,

Give me this sad pastry you won't sell it anyway.

All ugly, wrong and shitty.

You are really a petty thief, Tião.

You're right. I'm doing you a favor.

What's up Tião packed lunch.

Screwyou.

What's up Sandoval. Give me a black cow, please.

- Black cow coming out. - The rest is mine!

At that time no one knew but the Tijuca's tables and,

more specially the Divino's tables wasn't a bad place to be,

in the hot nights of the city,

Abunch of good music was composed there,

There was Roberto,

Erasmo,

There was Jorge,

Luis Airão,

And Walcir,

And there was Tião,

Close to the Divino was the Cine Madrid,

There was where Tião found out more things,

about North America than in his geography books,

that he never read,

Saw how they spoke the words he heard in the songs,

how they behaved next to the girls,

how they danced those rhythms and,

how they made those wild hairstyles,

This thing burn.

This goo is melting my brains.

Hang in there. Didn't you guys wanted to have American hair?

And in America the guys have to cover their heads,

with thisjelly fish tea?

Americans already have straight hair.

The African American no. But they have already,

made something better to put on their hair.

Pay attention! My hair is burning!

Speaking ofthat, what's your band's name?

It can be: Your mother Boys.

Launched yesterday, the first artificial satellite: The SPUTNIK.

Tião, come to dinner!

I wonder if people will be able to pronounce it.

I don't know. This thing with American names, I don't know.

- This is Russian, your animal. - Whatever.

This is foreign thing. I've studied, I know.

Just like that other thing: "Bill Harley and the Comets".

"Buddy Holy and the Crickets" do you understand?

And when their movies are over,

they finished it with "The End", right?

Yeah.

We fried our brains to have the American hair and,

when it comes to put a name in the band,

it must be national?

Besides, we have to take advantage ofthat space thing.

I don't know. What ifthat thing falls down?

It won't. I'll glue it with duct tape.

No man, the satellite. What if the satellite falls down?

It will blowthe whole town. Just like that thing,

that happened in "Hirochina".

- Hiroshima. - "Hirochina".

You only open your mouth to say shit,

be quiet! What the fuck explode?

The thing is in the space howwill it fall down?

Don't you think this is only an excuse for the Russians,

to blowthings up?

They can blowall the Tijuca I don't give a shit.

The important is that the name is good. Isn't it?

- Yeah man. - You complain when it's ready.

Alright.

The Sputniks made their premier at the parish hall,

playing to an select audience, I would say,

8 payers, 3 priests and one bird,

The public, loyal to the friar Cassiano lectures,

preferred not to join the American swing,

and sinful ways of the Sputniks,

Back then, the TVwas like a radio with images,

The music ruled the TV programming and,

the TVTupi, from Urca, was the Eldorado of any starting singer,

To the youngest, that tribe had a chief,

His name was Carlos Imperial,

Aplayboy, mommy's boy, son of a banker,

that smuggled the American culture,

The rebel that changed the trousers leg lines and,

electrified the youth musical taste,

The boss of the show: Rock Club,

- Excuse me. - Who are you? What do you want?

We are a voice quartet.

Quartet or quadrille?

- Quartet. The Sputnikses. - The Sputniks.

Sputniks. From Tijuca.

Sputniks da Tijuca.

This week I'm receiving: "The Alligators" from Bonsucesso,

"The Atomic Bombs", from São Cristóvão;

and the "Rude Boys" from Humaitá.

Cool.

Besides the rocker "Everton" from Niterói.

Everton, the rocker? From Niterói?

- Yes. - He was injail.

No, they set him free.

Well, besides dressing as prisoners,

what else do you do?

- Let's showhim. - Let's play.

Let's go.

1, 2, 3, 4.

Uba, uba, uba? Oh my...

Hello, Hello ladies!

Let's take away the living room carpet,

let's push the furniture away because today is a Rock day!!

Mrs. Maria, this guy is a little strange, isn't he?

Howwill I know, Altino?

And where is Tião? And the boys?

What ifthey didn't let them in?

And now, coming straight from Tijuca, Rio de Janeiro,

Roberto, Arlênio, Tião and Wellington:

The Sputniks!

Since the first time I sawyou,

I neverforgot,

Nothing was betterthan having you in my arms.

Your sweet kiss is a piece ofheaven.

And between the moon and the stars,

there is you and me dancing in space.

Because you are my love.

Life goes with you girl and I'll go...

wherever you go.

In the hallways of that same Tupi TV,

those kids felt the light wind of success,

Light wind for some and a cyclone for others,

Did you really like my performance?

You have such an amazing voice.

- Mine? - Yours, of course.

Wow, great.

He thinks he is a star.

Considering that the rest of us is in fact us,

he is really the star.

Go fuck yourself.

- I do a fewgigs as Elvis. - Really? Elvis?

I like Elvis more than I like my own brother.

When can I see you imitating him?

- It's not imitating. - It's interpreting?

Yeah. I wanted to talk to Imperial about it.

- Perform here! - Yeah, because...

Look! He is leaving the studio.

A bunch of women close to that Imperial fat.

The fat owns a Cadillac.

There is a bunch of women around the fat man Cadillac.

- That isn't a Cadillac. - But that guy is Roberto.

What are you doing Tião?

Stop Tião, stop!

Stop Tião!

Stop Tião!

I'm going to punch yourface, man.

- You almost hit Imperial! - And?

You are doing your own thing.

- Are you crazy? - It was meant foryou.

I didn't put you in my band so you could sing by yourself.

Your band? How come it is your band?

My band. Let me go. I won't hit this featherweight.

Treachery, man, treachery. You waited us to be distracted,

to sell your bullshit of imitating Elvis Presley.

Stop talking nonsense.

This shitty solo show.

He was the one who asked ifl didn't sing solo, got it?

- He was interested. - Oh really Roberto?

So nowyou are the mommy's singer?

White so it will be better on television, right?

Me singing alone don't interfere the Sputniks.

That's obvious because you can't sing!

- Go to hell, Tião. - Piece of shit.

I want to see who will want to watch your solo show.

I want to see, piece of shit. Let me go!

He is the newest sensation of the Tijuca!

His name is Roberto!

Boy, if all of you want to sing solo,

why did you made up with a vocal group?

I knowl can shake things up in your program, sir.

There is no Sir.

And also, I don't like low leveled things.

You set up a confusion in front ofthe broadcaster.

You had even thrown bun in the car windshields.

Atotal delinquency.

It was me. I started the whole thing.

I was the one who threwthe bun in your Cadillac.

Not a Cadillac, a Mercure. Convertible.

- I just want a chance. - And what's your name?

Tião Maia.

Excuse me but I can't introduce a singer called Tião.

- Sebastião? - Even worst.

I won't perform because of my name?

Tião is the name of warehouse assistant, got it?

No, I didn't get it.

Tião, bring me a box of paper sheets.

Bring me a box of pencil.

I'm a singer. I'm not a warehouse chief.

No, no, no chief. Tião is the assistant.

Assistant. Chiefis Albuquerque, Reginaldo.

Tião is assistant.

- I'm a singer. - Not with this name.

And here he is: Tim Maia!

At last, Tião got a name made only for him,

with a certain confidence and a curious skill of emulate,

English lyrics,

And this by knowing only 5 verbs of that language,

Carlos Imperial was well known

Not only in the TVhallways but also in Copacabana,

Ipanema and other places where things used to happen,

Although a scumbag, he insisted on promoting those young men,

access to the refined taste of the South in Rio,

Imperial wanted the Rock guys knew the new things happening,

Turn this book's page

And forget about me

Pretend that love was over

And fotget about me

You didn't understand that jealousy is pure evil

And that being afraid to love won't make anybody happy

Now go, your life as you want

However, don't be surprised is another woman

Is born of me

As of the desert, a flower

And understand that jealousy is the perfume of love

Look Erasmo, that stupid playing guitar?

- What about him? - What?

In half ofthat song he played more chords,

than me in my entire life.

Man, let's go?

This place is really boring.

Talk to Imperial that we are leaving.

- No, you talk to him. - Will you die to talk to him?

- Imperial? - Yes.

- We are leaving. - Why?

- I don't know. Too many chords. - What are you talking about?

- This place is a luxury. - I know, but...

- Too many chords. - Too many chords my ass.

Go, go away. You are looking a bunch of animals.

Let it go!

Hey bro, that's on him.

Boring guy with that fucking guitar.

What's up?

Go to the back.

I think they didn't like us.

- That girl sang perfectly. - I really liked the pastry.

- Melted cheese with chicken. - I want the shrimp pastry.

- I've got one here. Want it? - Yes.

Dad?

Mr. Altino?

Mrs. Maria?

Mom?

Tim Maia lost his father,

Elvis Presley joined the army and went to Korea,

Little Richard became a priest,

Chuck Berry was arrested,

And in February 3rd of thatyear a plane crashed killing,

Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens and J, P, Richardson,

This day was known as: The day that music died,

Butfor Tião from Tijuca music really died at Urca,

And it was the day that Imperial TVshow was cancelled,

The set of Rock Club was dismounted,

taking with my friend's youthful hopes,

That night had last page feelings and so,

he started thinking about his life,

Hi mom. Want me to set this one for you?

Yes, do me this favor my son.

What about you? Why are you so available?

Helping your mom at the kitchen.

What did you do this time, Tião?

I'll travelling. To the USA.

Losing my husband isn't enough.

Nowl'm losing my youngest son?

There is nothing left for me here, mom.

And what there is foryou in the USA, Tião?

- The matrix. - What matrix?

There is a street here with this name.

You aren't even 18 and want to live abroad?

You never even went to Rio das Ostras.

Because there is nothing there for me.

Not even oysters.

And will speak in which language, son?

What do you think, mom? It isn't Portuguese.

What other language do you speak?

My son, why don't you go first to a place that gives you future?

And which place is giving me a future?

I don't know. Brasília for instance.

It looks like that is a lot of opportunities there.

Do you remember Eduardinho son ofJacinto?

- What about him? - He went there.

Eduardinho is a chicken thiefbonehead.

Seems he is making a lot of money.

He has even bought an vehicle.

- That is impossible. - Do you see, Tião?

Even a asshole as Eduardinho made his life in that city.

And let's be honest. A plane ticket to the USA costs a fortune.

Even if we sold food in Ipanema.

Mom, I don't to be a nobody that sees a white boy steal his turn.

Just because he looks better at a portrait or at the stage.

You are not a nobody, Sebastião.

Your father would never allow you to say something like that.

The girls don't even look at me, mom.

They don't even hear me sing.

Don't give a chance. And this is with all the otherthings.

If a have to win things in the hard way,

I'll go somewhere where I can learn things.

Here in Tijuca I won't learn anything else.

I think this is all wrong.

I can't help you with that money.

Mom...

I just came to ask you for your blessing.

I'll figure the rest out.

Hey man, I've taken so much pipe out of this house,

that I could get to the USA only walking on them.

This is a gold mine.

Not gold, lead.

Can I go tojail for doing this?

Only the cops.

I have half of a ton, here. Howmuch will they pay forthis?

Alot of money. A lot.

Money!

- Let's go. - Let me take a fewmore.

Back then and specially for that boy,

think about a trip from Tijuca to New York was so common,

as signing yourself to the first trip does Uranus,

Even though he set himself in the campaign to obtain more money,

as he could,

Thank you.

He gave up all of his wealth,

Priced each and every item,

and waited for the dollars to come,

If we put everything together I can buy 6 dollars.

6 dollars?

Plus 9 from the pipes, equals 15.

Do you think that with 15 I can buy the ticket to the US?

With this money you can buy the taxi to the travel agency.

I'll have to steal a ticket.

Why don't you do as your mothertold you?

Buy a ticket to Brasília the opportunity land.

Or do you have a better idea?

The only thing that I can think about is a miracle.

Why don't you try a scholarship?

With my grades? A miracle is easier.

My friend, indeed, was right,

A miracle was easier,

Rio's archdiocese was sending a group of priests to America,

Whatever it means,

And despite his grades and his pathetic report card,

the priests like him,

So, friar Cassiano invited Sebastião to that journey,

He landed at the Idlewild or Idlewild,

dreaming about the landscape of a Christmas Card,

But the summer heat at Queens is close Cascadura in February,

His survival kit was composed of: One pair of clothes,

16 dollars and a piece of paper with someone's address,

All this added to a full English vocabulary,

containing 11 nouns, 3 pronouns and 2 prepositions,

I've shown you already.

Terrytown but not through Niterói, man.

You are walking in circles.

I don't understand you, You don't understand me.

Howmuch?

Howmuch? Very expensive.

Man, we were supposed to be there already.

Stop that, stop that.

Keep the change.

Go to hell.

Go to hell!

He couldn'tfind out on his own,

lost in abandoned street in Queens,

But Terrytown isn't a busy address in Manhattan,

but a quietvillage in Westchester,

25 miles north going to the 87 interstate,

In cases such as yours the embassy policy is,

the immediate expatriation.

Mrs. Cardoso is waiting for me,

she must be worried.

But is it in Tarrytown or Terrytown?

Terrytown.

Are you sure that Mrs. Cardoso doesn't live in Tarrytown?

- Exactly, Terrytown. - But is can be Tarrytown.

Have you been drinking or something else?

What do you mean with something else?

With all due respect but since I've put my foot out of the plane,

it seems that everybody is fooling me around.

I just want to go to Mrs. Cardoso's house.

Let me see the address.

- Yourfull name? - Sebastião Rodrigues Maia.

Mr. Sebastião?

- Sebastião? - Mrs. Cardoso?

Who are you?

I apologize for sleeping in your porch but...

- Who are you? - I'm Sebastião, da Tijuca.

- And who wrote this note? - A guy from the embassy.

- The Brazilian embassy? - Yes.

Mrs. Cardoso, let me explain this discomfort.

I'm son of Mrs. Maria Imaculada from Tijuca,

he is cousin in second degree ofMrs. Terezinha.

Well, she told me you knew her.

She didn't let you know I was coming?

- Do you have a passport? - Yes ma'am.

Please.

Tell me Tião, what did you came to study?

That good family, half Irish, half Brazilian,

received him as relative that he wasn't,

And there he stayed a fewyears,

living and learning English,

Spent his shoes chasing jobs in which he never stayed,

due to his lack of patience, discipline, punctuality,

or justfor being lazy,

That piece of America seemed bigger than Tijuca,

than Brazil, than his dreams,

Time went by and life was creating holes in his soul,

And when he noticed, streets were already his place,

No, in Canada.

Suddenly the streets of Harlem wasn't that dark for him,

The street English wasn't a reason for his tongue to cramp,

He was farfrom home for so long,

that he forgot the most basic things,

so basic as sending news,

allowing his family to think he was dead as an indigent,

So basic as the date of his own life,

Happy Birthday!

So basics as his mother advice of staying away from trouble,

That journey without a destination,

needed a solid financing,

And as if there was no tomorrow those 4 guys,

stole all kind of things they could find,

Sold and bought drugs, slept in shitty wholes and,

This way they crossed nine states going in direction,

of the sunny state of Florida,

The South of the country wasn't a nice place to be,

if you hanged around with African American,

But they were too fast to hear the alarm,

Ran into the American dream,

In Daytona Beach the party had its end,

The sound of the cuffs steals begun so familiar to him,

as the sounds of the instruments,

It was the time of Soul Music and of the civil rights,

The next stops with bed and breakfast,

was the little jail of the Volusia county,

Home of two dozens of delinquents and local addicts,

And entertaining bullies he said goodbye to America,

taking with him a ten years worth deportation,

My friend came back to the Wonderful City in 64 and,

what didn't seem fine in America wasn't any better here,

A military stroke set a violence shadow over the country,

And they came with will to shackle an entire generation,

What's up Tião. Spent so much time in the US,

and still drinks tap water?

Couldn't save some money?

And before that, Roberto Carlos, with the song,

"Quero que tudo mais vá para o inferno,"

Roberto, Erasmo, Jorge everyone is in São Paulo making money,

with that kind of song.

Yeah. This fucking neighborhood is looking like a desert.

- Do your remember Valcir? - What about him?

Even he is making money playing songs.

You've seen this?

Roberto buys his eighth car.

I remember when he didn't have money for a soda and a pastry.

We stayed here waiting for people to get offthe tables,

so we can get the leftovers.

To think that even Roberto Carlos ate leftovers.

But he doesn't eat anymore,

and we are still here. And I wanted to eat his leftovers,

because there may be things that we have never seen.

I'm going to São Paulo too.

As soon as I have money to the bus ticket,

things are not easy for me.

Are up to make some money?

Always.

I'm putting you in a good scheme,

come with me. Come.

It's a good thing.

Where is it? I'll take you there.

It's easy, I'm telling you, man.

I come here every night.

Do you to who we're selling it?

Who told we are selling?

We will exchange.

There is this punk in Rio Comprido that exchanges for weed.

And you'll sell the weed,

smoke the weed, I don't know, do whatever you want.

- This is the house. - Is there any dogs?

Lfthere is any dog it is deaf.

Want to go or not?

Why didn't you tell it was opened?

You are so stupid. Be quiet.

Do you think we're making any money with this?

Back, back, nowyou can come.

Here, here, slowly.

Theft withoutviolence or serious threat,

11 more months in jail and one more delay in his life,

Despite all things he served his time until the end and,

kept his promise of trying to make music in the place,

where you could make some money with it,

São Paulo,

Mr. Sebastião this is a really pleasant hotel,

with a family environment as you will notice.

But there is a fewrules that we must follow.

You can't bring any women or any practice any kind of sexual abuse.

Otherthing that the neighbors really complain about,

is the noise after 10pm.

Regarding that you don't have to worry about.

Welcome!

Nowthe music no longer ruled the TV,

but the TVruled the music,

And who ruled the TV was the king and,

the Tijuca's court,

Excuse me, excuse me.

Hey buddy, I'm Tim Maia, Roberto's and Erasmo's friend.

You are friend of Roberto?

I'm from Tijuca, we sang together in the Sputniks.

- Who? - Sputniks.

The band we used to have.

- No one can enter, bro. - So during the break,

you go there and say that Tião from Tijuca is here.

- My man, no one can enter. - The problem is that,

I'm no one. I'm Tim Maia from Tijuca.

You can be Tim Maia from the Vatican,

you won't enter.

I have delivered meals to Roberto,

I taught Erasmo howto play that fucking guitar.

What are you laughing about?

Go fuck yourselves.

Roberto!

Roberto!

It's me, Tião!

Let me go man!

Let me fucking go.

Are you a couple now? Excuse me.

Let me fucking go.

- Good Evening. - Howmay I help?

Roberto Carlos is waiting for me.

Mr. Roberto is not at home.

No? So I'll wait for him here.

- Unfortunately, you can't. - Why is the sofa there?

- Is forthe residents use only. - Residents use?

The residents haven't their own sofas,

they have to come here and sit.

If you want to leave a message I'll give it to him.

Let him knowthat your mother was here.

- Who is there? - Tião Maia from Tijuca,

friend of Roberto, I came to talk to him,

- Who let you in? - The doorman.

- I'll call the cops. - For the love of God,

don't do this Mam. I'm really Roberto's friend,

I'm son of Mrs. Maria Imaculada from Tijuca,

Roberto also lived there.

We used to sing in the same band.

I came from Rio de Janeiro until here, in a bus,

only to talk to him.

I can sing to you, do you want to hear?

God bless you kid you were really hungry.

I don't want to let you down but when Mr. Roberto,

takes this long to return it means he went to the club.

And will be here late.

I knowl'm already taking advantage of your good will,

but I wonder if there isn't any change ofthe gas bill,

or maybe from Roberto's milk in one ofthose cans?

I have to take the bus back to the place I'm staying.

What's up Tavares?

In the hurry you are leaving,

it means you didn't find Roberto, Erasmo and,

even less Carlos.

Carlos is the hardest one to find but,

don't worry since it is only a matter oftime, you'll see.

The problem is that this matter of time,

is taking too much time.

Your rent is 4 weeks late.

- 4 weeks? - Yes, 4 weeks.

Also known as a month.

Are you a clown now? Full ofjokes.

Are you meeting your man tonight?

Listen to me. Portuga said he wants to pay everything,

otherwise he will throwyour shit through the window.

My dear Tavares ifl could I would send Portuga to hell but,

I'm a reasonable guy and I'll pay this amount now.

Are you doing me this favor?

I'll get my money and ifl don't pay everything now,

I'll through my stuffthrough the windowmyself.

- Right? - OK.

Go get it that I'll be here waiting.

Feel yourself at home.

Fuck!

Let me in to talk to him, I'm Roberto's friend.

I'm telling you Roberto have already left.

How did he leave? I'm listening he's playing the encore.

He's on stage.

Believe me man, he isn't on stage.

So there is a ghost singing there.

Excuse me.

Darling, can you give a cigarette?

Sure.

The tie Doberman there told me Roberto left already.

He is lying. The show just ended.

Are you also his fan?

No, cute, no. Roberto's fan? I'm his friend.

I'm fan of Shirley Bassey, you know?

No.

Look! There goes your friend.

Open Roberto!

- Valcir Croup? - Tião packed lunch!

Goodbye!

- When did you come back? - More than a year ago.

I had to spend some time at Lemos Britto.

- Jail? - No, a convent.

- Criminal Code 155. - Murder?

And what are you doing in this car?

- Criminal Code 155, also? - So you know,

I'm doing Roberto's stunt to trick his fans.

Whose stunt? You don't even look like him.

Really. I start to sing at the encore,

they diminish the lights and he runs away through the back.

I need your help Valcir.

I need to talk to Roberto.

I don't even have money to eat.

Can't you put me in one ofhis shows?

But really a Roberto's show not you imitating him.

It will be hard to talk to Roberto and Erasmo,

it is really hard, they are celebrities now.

Just like Frank Sinatra, Johnny Ray.

And I don't know?

But I'm going to a concert of a friend of mine,

in the Mulambo club, get it?

- No. - Where I sing every Thursday.

- Fabio? - Yes.

Do this skunk really sing?

I saw Erasmo's new car.

Really nice, all white, a Cadillac always with a lady beside him.

Erasmo is no fool.

Fábio? That is Tião that I told you about the other day.

- Who is Tião Maia, Valcir? - That guy.

Putting my eyes in the fat guy made think what was he doing there

Have you noticed that the manager have his eyes on us?

Do you want to find any trouble, man?

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about the fact that the manager here,

is a friend of the sheriff in the police station.

- What is a sheriff? - Fucking cops!

Such a stupidity, Valcir.

Howmuch is it?

- Howmuch is what? - The bag.

- Which bag? - The bag of weed.

- Weed? - Isn't he a dealer?

No, no. He is a singer.

Singer? I'm a singer.

My friend, ifthere is a singer in that neighborhood,

that is that guy.

- Jovem Guarda? - Black music.

- Samba? - Ifl need, I'll waltz.

He has privileged dimensions in his acoustic.

I can see that. What about coming on Monday,

and see if you pleases the boys.

What is that please the boys?

Radio. What plays on the radio always pleases.

In fact, I was get to know the most bastard and,

the biggest singer I've ever seen walk on a stage,

The manager liked you.

Wednesdays and Sundays are yours, can you believe?

The payment isn't as good but you'll be able to get some.

As himself said later in time,

the memory he kept of the time he lived in São Paulo,

is of looking for a few change to live,

And after one chance to never need a change or a chance,

Good Evening. Will your majesty receive me tonight?

He promised he would take me to a yacht in Guarujá but,

he ended taking me to eat corn-paste in Borba Gato.

Do you knowwhere it is, Borba Gato?

Borba Gato? Have no idea.

He took a carioca to eat corn-paste!

At least a bastard, don't you think?

- What are you talking about? - About the prince.

Which prince?

Ronnie.

- Ronnie Cócegas? - Ronnie Von.

Do you see that girl close to Imperial?

She doesn't even remember that I exist.

But I knowher since the time she hanged around,

with that losers ofthe Tijuca.

Those friends of yours.

Call Roberto and let him know that tomorrowl'll walk in,

through the back.

No darling, I can at the most, call his producers.

Than call them. I know everybody there.

I'll call. But now stop talking a little bit,

you are talking too much.

Order a drink and a snack that I'll pay.

Do you want a drink?

In the US they are called groupies.

Here we call them audience clowns.

I came to talk to Roberto Carlos is he in there?

- And you are? - Tim Maia.

- Tim Maia? - Tell him I'm Tião, from Tijuca.

- What's up Tião? - Roberto Carlos!

Long time no see.

I tried looking for you but it's a little difficult.

You are always busy.

- And howis your mother? - Fine. She really loves,

when you call her on Christmas.

Neverforgot her, I love your mom.

Celinho, our producer, said that he sawyour showin the club.

- Mulambo. - Mulambo, that's it.

He said you wanted to talk to me.

- Yeah, that's it. - Come on, tell me.

It is...

Man, your shoes. Are you ok?

No, I'm not. That is why I wanted to talk to you.

There is some boots that the producers brings repeated,

I'll get one for you.

Guaraci?

Guaraci?

Get that boot that is left.

- Roberto?! - Go on man.

I thank you for the boot but I need to talk to you about,

something else.

- Roberto, it is your turn now. - Man, I' have to go.

Stay here and watch if you want the VIP's will perform.

I'll wait foryou here.

Is it finished?

Are you fucking deaf?

Roberto, I really need to talk to you.

- What is it? - I don't have money.

Guaraci, give Tião some money.

It is not about the money.

Here it is Tião.

The singer Fabio is recording his first album,

He signed with his record label at the 15th of this month,

The company's director assured that he is one of the greatest,

promises for nextyear,

The guitar!

The guitar!

More voice!

More voice your animal,

Use your fingers, man!

Use your fingers,

Wait a minute, listen.

Man, a ballad. Romantic music.

I wrote thinking about your voice.

I got it but hold on. I'm looking for something with swing.

Soul music. Funk. Your thing.

You have to hearthis ballad it will be wonderful in your voice.

I got it but nowl need some swing.

I'm writing one.

See what you think.

It was the moment in which the night singer,

went to bed almost nameless and woke up as a potential,

king of the place as if his second life started there,

And the first were only a rehearsal,

For a long time I lived quiet, but now I decided to talk,

The time has come, it has to be now, and with you I can't be no more

I'm not be more, No more,

Can't be no more no nonono

Can't be no more,

All the truth should be told And it is not worth anything if deceives

Mundial 860 on the radio, Hello, crazy people,

You just heard, Roberto Carlos song, "Não vou ficar",

written by Tim Maia,

You hear "Não vou ficar" with Roberto Carlos,

a Tim Maia's song,

Good Evening.

Did you come to fix something?

- No, I... - Came to deliver something?

I came to deliver good music to this lame ass party.

Is this hole still Fabio's house?

Yes. This hole is Fabio's house. And you are?

I'm the genius behind the music "Não vou ficar",

do you knowit?

Isn't it a music from Roberto Carlos?

No my darling. This is a Tim Maia's song.

- And who is Tim Maia? - This motherfuckertalking to you.

Is Fabiano in there? Tell him that is his friend here.

There is a guy entering saying he is a motherfucking genius,

and yourfriend.

We don't have old bread here, man.

But I have a hot dog here foryour mother.

- Tim Maia! - Fabio Fabiano, my brother!

What's up with the belly that comes first than your hug.

Don't worry because when a fat man kisses,

he can't penetrate.

- What's up? - Who is this annoying sister?

This is Susy, my red hair.

- Son of a bitch! - Son of a bitch!

I've been watching you, with all your success.

Selling all your records.

Second place at TUPI Radio and third at the Excelsior.

The profiteers were making a line in front ofthe clubs.

I'll give you a tip, man. If you did a loan in any bank,

bought some new cutlery, watch out,

it will be hard for you to pay.

- Why? - Aren't you reading the news?

- What news? - Tim Maia is recording,

his first album.

The party ofthis shitty singers, just like yourself, is over.

Which label are you taking to bankruptcy?

Who is talking about bankruptcy? I'm getting rich.

Are you looking at me for what?

I'm staying right here until I become a millionaire!

Welcome to my huge home.

You are my guest ofhonor.

And where is my bedroom?

Bedroom?

- Hi. - Hi.

It has been a long time, isn't it?

Longtime of what exactly?

That I sawyou with Imperial in that crazy beat of Mulambo.

In Portuguese please.

- I'll start again. - I think it's better.

Hello, I'm Tim Maia from Tijuca.

Amazing.

- And you? - Janaína, from Catete.

- I know. - You do.

You knowl do.

- I live here now. - In this house?

- In this couch. - Congratulations.

I'm serious. I live here.

Do you want me to leave, is that it?

No if you behave well.

I will. I promise I will.

And by behaving well I mean you come a little closer,

make a foot massage,, things like that.

Where do you get with this kind ofbullshit?

Anywhere I get with you I'll be happy.

Good because you are not moving one more millimeter.

But ifl move you'll hardly forget.

- I'm sure of that. - Why?

Understand it the anyway you want.

I'll understand it as attraction.

Fabio, is this idiot yourfriend?

I'm telling you man. He open my showin Niterói.

Lfhe can sing? He sings so fucking good.

He is a fat furious coyote singing.

It's such a crazy thing.

It's a some kind of nicety? -

Tell your producerto ask Imperial.

Roberto also knowhim, Eduardo Araujo also.

I remember Roberto but I don't remember him.

I don't care that anyone knows him in Niterói,

he is international.

Sang in New York.

He played in New York is Roberto's friend,

what is he doing sleeping in that couch?

Howwill I knowJanaína? You understand more about music,

than I do. And I'm a musician.

You are not a musician you are a drummer.

Talk to your producer.

Tell him that there will be no problem,

I'm giving you my word everything will be fine.

The fatty will be there everything will be ok.

Okay. I'll be waiting.

Bye.

Yeah my man. It must be some really good news,

to make you wake me up with all this noise.

I don't knowhowyou didn't wake up with your own snore.

If everything turns out well and you don't piss me off,

you'll open my show in Niterói.

- Open your show? - Yeah.

Are you crazy? You have to open my show.

You are crazy.

You'll give me trouble I'll cancel it.

Fabiano, I'mjoking. Don't you knowhowto play?

And fat coyote is you, motherfucker.

This fat must sing really well to be such a prick.

Good Morning loons.

And he accepted to open my show but back then,

to get to Niterói, you'd have to go by sea,

Fabio, I don't man. This boat thing isn't a nice transaction.

Aman with your size is afraid oftaking a boat?

I won't put my ass on this thing without the combination.

Did someone here bring the combination?

Did you bring it Susaninha?

What? Which combination?

Did I combined something with you?

- No! It's weed and drinks. - No Tim, I don't use it anymore.

Why?

- Purple Haze will do? - Are you shitting me!

- Wait, wait, and wait. You won't give anything to him yet,

only when he puts his ass in the boat and,

cross the Baia of Guanabara without any problem.

What's up Janaína my forbidden virgin?

I suppose that drinking a cold beer and,

have sex are things out of consideration.

The last part it is.

Come on Janaína. They told me you were easy.

I'm easy but no crazy.

They told me were almost a Swedish in terms of modernity.

What?

But what happened was that the acid high hit him,

earlier than the boat,

After that, he started to show two of his most knowing habits:

Fear of any kind of boats,,,

No! My God he threw himself!

Janaína!

He is screaming my name I'll be arrested.

Motherfucker!

And also the his absence in commitments for the most,

strange reasons,

- Come on, man! - It's fucking cold.

Oh if the whole world could,,,

,,, if the whole world could hear me

I have a lot to tell,

To say what I've learned,

But, the one that hurts always have to search,

At least come and find a reason to live,

See in life any reason to dream,

Have a dream all blue,

Blue, the color of the sea,

His first album was nothing less than 24 weeks in first place and,

he had 4 songs in the top hits,

Whereveryou went in the city you heard about Tim Maia,

The king of Soul,

Yourface is a little strange in that photo.

Did you took it after you woke up?

It was mother that take that picture.

It doesn't matter ifit is strange,

what matters is that this guy here...

This guy here is the voice of Brazil.

- That is the only thing that matters. - Thank you my dear!

Do you have any albums ofthat fat prick here?

That fat is such a pain in the ass.

What's up soul king.

Came to spend your royalties, here?

There is a lot ofthings for you here.

American Indigo Blue, indian incense, purple haze.

Purple haze no!

You are really selling there is only one left.

But this one is reserved for one girl.

Really?

You are really something.

Selling more records than Tom Jones.

Can you write something to that girl?

It won't be for the lack of pens.

Are you working here now?

I'm replacing Susy that is spending some time,

at the Queen's Land.

You are tired ofbanana, soccer and the military, aren't you?

I'm tired of everything.

This boring middle class, stupid generals,

poor drugs...

Shhh! This isn't your university.

It would be worst if it were.

Keep talking and maybe we'll get arrested.

I've had my share of jail, Susaninha.

That is why I'm going to Carnaby Street.

To have a tea with the Rolling Stones,

pee at the Hyde Park lawn.

You were always a little crazy, weren't you?

- And what about Fabio? - He'll meet me in May.

Nice!

And your Realengo Ringo Star?

- Must be in Realengo. - Got it.

Hydraulic wheel, hydraulic glass, 8 cylinder engine.

That flies, man. Like a rocket.

The guy needs to have an ATPL to drive this thing.

Listen!

First place in the Excelsior radio.

Famous singer, famous songs, you have to spend your money,

and buy the car.

I'll just like Agnaldo Timoteo in one ofthose.

In a machine like this?

Vinyl ceiling, black strip on the side...

For Christ sakes, Fabio.

Paulo Cesar Caju also have one of these.

Come on, this is a white man's car.

White's people car? There is another reason foryou to buy,

have you ever seen any African American driving this car?

Only drivers.

Buy the fucking car. Let's do it, man!

Come on Fabiano. I've seen the civilian rights movement,

right under my nose.

Guys were beaten on the streets.

I knewthe criminals injail, got it?

Afew died there other died in Vietnam,

others the FBI killed.

I know. You told me that story about 50 times,

I just don't understand what this has to do with the car.

It is exactly this kind ofthings that the FBI fears.

The African American buying cars like that,

and doing well in life.

Big shit a car like this.

Shove it up your ass.

I'm shitting for a guy that cares about that fucking thing.

I'm shitting even more for an African American that,

thinks he has to buy this carjust because is better in life.

But the car is nice and we'll have fun.

You were the one that mentioned it.

Have you ever seen Mohammed Ali,

talking about his fucking car?

Angela Davies?

I don't even knowif they drive.

This is stupid guy thing and I won't buy this fucking car.

So don't buy it because the stupid idea was yours.

Fabiano, I'm thinking about buying a baron type kind of car,

and have sex in the swing with the girls.

Don't buy the fucking car.

Fuck the car, fuck it.

This thing is a Satan's invention coming from a white guy's head.

The world will end because of that fucking car and petrol.

And want to know something? I won't buy anything.

It goes from 0 to 100km/h in 8 seconds.

And there is other thing my friend.

I'm brown, mulatto.

There is no such thing as ethnicity.

This is the reality.

We are mulatto's punk.

We have our brown skin.

The future of the planet is brown.

I don't care about black power.

I'm mulatto power.

Mulatto power!

- Who is Angela Davies? - Afine piece of ass.

The neighborhood really like this place.

I think I may bother them.

Let them knowl'm building a house.

There will be hammers and those thing.

They must imagine.

Let them also knowthat I'll rehearse in the house,

we'll be up until late.

It doesn't matter, I'll let them know.

And afterthat the guys will smoke some weed,

meth, a little injection, a little bit of whiskey.

You knowthat one of your neighbors, Mr. Clélio,

he is a navy coronel.

Really? I think that the weed part you don't need to tell.

- Too much information. - Yes, I thinks it's better.

Such beautiful flowers!

Janaína, my forbidden virgin in the lack of a golden carriage,

I bought a golden Camaro.

Loved it!

Nothing more appropriate than leaving my crystal shoes behind.

I never noticed that you have such sexy feet.

You won't like to knowhow well they step.

Oh yes I will.

THEATERAPOLLO TIM MAIA -APRIL-13/15

Today is the day of the Feast of the Epiphany,

I've been kinda forgetful, but it is the day of the Feast of the Epiphany,

Today is the day of the Feast of the Epiphany,

I've been kinda forgetful, but it is the day of the Feast of the Epiphany,

They come playing accordion and guitar,

The tambourines, they always carry on their hands,

They take, they take what they can,

If you leave it to them, they even take the goats,

It's our goats, The goats, beh,

It's our goats, The goats, beh,

Today is the day of the Feast of the Epiphany,

Today is the day of the Feast of the Epiphany,

He's a little anxious about this construction thing.

Not a little, I'm really anxious,

Let's start this thing.

It is normal. It's a lot of work and it takes time.

Making a house is an art.

I don't art I just want a house,

and in a record time.

The place is all here.

Tim, wait a minute. Let him speak.

Ok love, go ahead.

Do you have your project?

- What project did you bring? - He brought one.

- Who did this? - I did!

I'm meant an architect project.

I don't want any architect.

- Did you drink anything? - That's it.

The guy takes 6 months to finish a project and,

afterthat start a construction full of crap.

Awinter garden, poles, and those kind of shit.

Stop talking bullshit, Tim.

They do that only to fuck with the wives, I know.

And laterthey showup with sketches.

Give the price. Is money any problem?

It turns out that in life we have

To be happy to be loved by someone,

Because I love you, I adore you, my love,

All week long I've been waiting,

To see you smiling, to see you singing,

When we are in love, we won't think about money.

We only want to love, Want to love, Want to love,

In any way, I don't want no money I want honest love,

This is what I expect I'll shout to the whole wide world,

Don't want no money, I only want to love,

That was the deal.

Money doesn't buy you happiness,

but neither does poverty,

Come here my man.

The house was barely opened and they were living,

sex, drugs and,,, more drugs,

Weed, LSD, Ecstasy, Poppers,,,

If fun wasn't happiness who there cared about it?

What is this? It is being used.

By the way, who cared about anything there?

Wait a minute.

Guys, the cops.

Lowdown the music and throwall the stuff on the toilet.

What is happening Fabio?

What's up?

Did you really flushed all those things?

- Of course not. - Good, let raise the music,

let's do all the drugs because it will be all over.

What do you mean it will be over?

I built the house on the wrong land.

This is a neighbor's. Mine is on the other side.

Explain this Sebastião Maia.

I'm telling you my love,

this is the land of an old widow.

Not even you would be capable of such a stupidity, Tim!

Why don't you buy her land?

- I'll hire a constructor. - What for? Put all down?

It is not necessary. Take all this people,

give each one a sledgehammer and we are done.

I'll hire a constructorto put a house on the right land.

While that happens we could maybe go to...

London.

- Europe? - With Fabio and Susy.

- I've never been in Europe. - I know.

You are lying to me so I won't argue about the house.

That also.

- See Susy? - With Fabio.

- I'm enjoying it. - See the Big Ben.

I don't know why you went away I missed you so much

And in sadness I've been living And that goodbye, I never said

You made a mark in my life Lived, died In my history

I'm even afraid of the future

And the loneliness That comes to my door

What are you doing here?

Nowyou work for the king.

The king of soul.

Howmuch money are you making here?

Afortune. I'm a billionaire.

Liked you so much

I run, I hide from this shadow

In a dream I see this past

And in my bedroom's wall

Still lies your portrait,

The London Experience went through a few months,

A trip a little over the edge for the British habits,

Scottish Malt, Netherland's Acid, Cambodia opium and,

other substances that I couldn't even pronounce the names,

The crazy parties were frequent at the Queen's Land,

Rock concerts, Pubs, Festivals,

That serotonin loan would eventually need to be paid,

And the neurotransmitters were the first ones to show their price,

It was the shadow of hangover mixing with the old world,

Alternating highs, lows and empties,

We have been here for three months,

this is all so crazy. Let's go back to Rio de Janeiro.

Rio de Janeiro is to uncool. This is like heaven.

Have you everthought about howmuch money we spent here?

We? It is my money and have you seen me worrying here?

There is no need to be rude.

You are worrying for no reason.

You are an artist, a poet and you are burning your brain.

The fucking brain is also mine.

You are becoming an intractable person.

And you are becoming what?

I don't knowwhere do you go with this.

So it's better stop before it gets worst.

I've had enough ofthis place.

You came because you wanted to.

I'm not coming back because you want.

Why not? It is such an effort above your nature?

Youjust can't do it.

I can. I just don't want to.

I think I'll stop eating meat.

Really?

He is looking at you that I know.

I shove that fucking thing in his ass.

I think something is going on there.

I better leave.

I don't think we have to do anything about it.

That is their problem not ours.

Wait, listen to me.

Listen what? How come when I had no money and,

went afteryou, you never cared?

And nowthat you are with me you give attention,

to the first guy playing drums next to you.

It wasn't forthis kind of thing that we came here?

I'm having fun.

Having funjust like a whore?

- You better respect me. - You'll have to earn it.

Go fuck yourself Tião.

I deserve a man that treats me fine.

And I don't that?

You are with me to be well treated, Janaína.

I became famous, isn't it?

Do I have to answerto this bullshit?

I'll pretend I didn't listen.

And I'll go there to see the guy with the drums,

because he isn't disrespecting me and being a pain in the ass.

Do you think is written idiot on my face?

Fuck Tim!

I'm not stupid.

Son of a bitch.

Wait.

Let me go.

Go on. Hit me, showme you are a man this way,

because in the other you are too slow.

Stop that.

Get out!

Get out, otherwise I'll catch you too.

You'll regret it dude.

Such an uncool country we can't even fight.

It hurt your asshole.

Nobody likes African American in this country.

Nobody likes an asshole here.

I should have let he take you.

- Easy. - Don't treat me like that.

Fabio let's drink one more.

Stop!

Janaína, come here my love.

It was him love believe me.

My friend really tried,

Held his sadness a really long time,

until where he could handle it,

But his rhino exterior protect a soft and giant heart,

I'm leaving.

Only made me hurt,

Didn't even care,

And now she cries,

What can I do? I'msorry,

What can I do? I'msorry,

What can I do? I'msorry,

What can I do? I'msorry,

Come back to me Janaína.

Janaína? Hello?

Hello my love!

Where is the godfather?

He said he would talk to me.

He is out, Mr. Tim.

His is out ofhis mind my darling.

Look here sister. Really, really green.

Do you see?

Have you ever seen a brown gnome?

I was the biggest record seller during two years in this house,

I deserved honors of a president.

But no, I was pictured green in the cover of my own record.

We can't see where you start and the trees end.

That is why I'm setting my own label.

Go ahead Tim. A man have a right to not be mistaken with a tree.

Well said!

- I've brought you a present. - No, thanks.

A little thing, a gift coming from Portobello road.

There is no need.

Everyone on the label are taking this.

Even the human resources had it.

Open your mouth let it melt.

I'll leave another one foryou to give to your boss.

Let him nowthat I'm inside.

Let's go.

No you can't Mr. Tim.

You can't go inside, Mr. Tim.

Let's go! Everyone is so high.

Put milk in it.

Banana.

Put guava.

Mix everything.

Go on, go on.

Give it to me.

Sweet Jesus, who is afraid of a heartburn?

- I'm depressed. - I can see.

Let me take one ofthis.

Are you crazy? Leave it there.

- Are you eating everything? - Are you doubting?

Never.

Son of a bitch.

She left,,, left, and never came back,

She disappeared,,, disappeared, and never came back,

She left,,, left, and never came back,

She,,, Disappeared,,, disappeared, Didn't come back,

If you know where she is,

Tell me, I'll go there and get her

At least call me in her name

Give me a hint, a clue, insist,

- Pregnant? - Pregnant.

And are you ready forthis?

Why? Because I don't know ifit is my baby?

No, because you know it isn't your baby.

But the baby doesn't' know that, Fabio.

Well, you knowbetter.

To be honest you don't know shit.

You only fuck things up.

If you love her enough to be ready forthis,

don't let life be ran by this time.

Fabiano, the truck the run over life has my name on it.

Sound.

More high tones Fabiano.

This sounds like shit.

Pause for a weed.

Marcio Leonardo was born,

And he kept going making his newfamily,

Two steps to one side, three to the back,

they put Captain America away.

But it was only life seem a little normal,,,

And next: Do you believe there is life outside Earth?

- Tim? - What?

- Hi honey. - Hello.

What are you reading?

A book that I got at Tiberio's house.

- About what? - Magnetizing.

Magnetizing? Are you reading about physics now?

No. It is something that happens to the planets, people,

in the universe.

You never believed in anything Tião.

Janaína, it is not a matter of...

I won the book. It doesn't have anything to do with believing.

Aren't you reading the book?

Lfl read a fucking tale do I have to believe that,

a rabbit races a turtle?

You do.

Good Afternoon.

Good Afternoon.

We came from a distant planet,

Perfect.

But we ended up in a unfinished part ofit.

That is why we are on Earth today.

Exiled.

Dirty.

Magnetized.

Beastified.

Suffering in this valley oftears.

Only the pure.

Only the pure will be rescued back,

to the mother ship until the Upper Rational Planet.

- Hail. - Hail.

From now on, you are the band "Seroma Racional."

What are you laughing about?

Cigarette, weed, ecstasy, drinks, acids, weed

all that made us completely magnetized.

From now on, to play with me,

you must convert to the Upper Rational.

Are youjoking, right?

It is ajoke.

Do I look like I'm joking, Fabio?

Do I?

Right.

He'll come here after he lives his meeting.

- Thank you very much. - You are welcome.

Howare you?

Go make a coffee.

Sure, excuse me.

- Want a cigarette? - No, thanks.

It makes me magnetized.

- What? - Magnetized.

I suppose that inside a music studio,

the problem is being demagnetized.

Goodjoke.

I'll try to be brief.

You must be out of your mind,

to think that a label as ours will put this album out in the market.

Is it that bad?

You never sang so good.

Never had such a sharp band.

But this craziness, my friend, not even over my own body.

And where do it puts us, then?

Darling, nothing stops you from starting another voice,

channel and start a newlyric.

Something that isn't that bullshit of sect and spells.

It is not a sect.

If it was in one ortwo lyrics, Tim.

But it is a full double album!

More than twenty songs telling me to read that fucking book,

and magnetize my brains.

But if that album mentioned Jesus Christ,

with blue eyes defended by the Vatican and,

loved by the Middle Class you would release it,

just as you already did.

I'm an atheist my friend, and a Jew.

I don't give a fuck to the Vatican.

What I can't afford is to lose money and,

with that, I will loose a lot ofit.

Well, that is the album.

And so you give no other choice.

Let's do something.

We cancel our contract and you give me the tapes.

Boy, this nonsense will only have any credit,

because it comes from you that are genius.

I'll send it to the legal department.

For a soul with no minced words,

any initiative is a matter of life and death,

Always the war of dragging everyone as a fidelity prove,

even him not being as faithful to himself,

Many say that the radicalism was his own problem,

as an obtuse way to discipline his own fury,

What a beauty is to feel the nature,

Being sure where it comes and where it goes,

What a beauty is coming from the purity

and with no fear distinguish the evil from the good,

Uh, uh, uh, what a beauty!

Uh, uh, uh, what a beauty!

Only the pure will be rescued by the mother ship,

back to the Upper Rational Planet.

I'm giving a break in this thing.

It is really hard. Look what he did to the fucking table.

I really don't know what to do.

With all the crazy things we did,

I've never seen him in something so wrong.

What's that? Cigarette?

This is the last time.

Seems like he is fooling around with us.

He is smelling people's finger to see who smoked weed.

Is that it?

I'll see the boy that is crying.

Go give your son some food.

Magnetized.

It was a time of a lot of devotion and no money,

Two wonderful albums but committed,

Mind-Blowing but stucked,

The musicians left a few at time,

Friends leaving a bunch at a time,

I'll get the car.

Go get the car.

Breathe, breathe.

Back than it wasn't common to choose the exact day of things,

like being born,

Hail.

And so his son Carmelo came to the world,

Under the light and blessings of the Upper Rational,

Where is my mom, my sister?

Mrs. Maria Imaculada!

Tim, things are bad.

I didn't have any money to buy milk to your kids.

Why didn't you tell me?

You wouldn't have.

- I'd do it my way. - I did it myself.

I got it nowand I'll pay later.

You fixed it, good.

- Sebastião Maia. - I'm writing my love.

No you are not. You are copying this book.

Please, don't be a pain in my ass.

A man with yourtalent, your voice,

doing religious songs.

- It is not a religion. - No, it isn't.

But you had to donate everything you have and,

not having one dime to buy milk to your kids.

If you want money to buy milk,

I'll go get that money.

No more complaints.

They say that moral is a rule in a game in which everyone cheats,

And the ones that need moral are those that obey,

- It is fast. - Don't take long.

Maybe he was tired of that game,

or maybe the game was tired of him,

Either way what he needed was a reason,

even if it weren't a good one,

Areason that only gave him a reason,

And also a pardon,

At that time, he didn't need much,

As a matter of fact, he needed a little,

Maybe he needed only his own ideas,

Fuck you man.

Give me a cigarette that I knowyou've been smoking.

Rational my ass.

I told you to get out ofthis shit.

I knewit was a kind of lowumbanda.

The guy has a huge land in Nova Iguaçu,

that it must be a drive in for ET's.

The guy drinks something made out of a plant that,

let him high for three days.

Did you have any contact with extraterrestrials?

- Lf one day I get in touch with extraterrestrials,

may it be during the daylight and in Copacabana

Coming back to the material world wasn't going to be easy,

more than money, friends and audience,

he had lost time,

Ladies and gentleman, good night.

It is a unspeakable pleasure playing forthe chickens.

From that day forward everything collapsed,

Throwyour mother.

Where are you going Fabio?

Come back here Fabio Fabiano.

We have a concert to make motherfucker.

Come back and sing.

Go fuck yourself.

FOR SALE.

Janaína?

You knowthat without Janaína you can't raise this kid.

Leave him in the trolley.

Tião!

He has no family, never got married.

He won't have a father.

Darling, you are his father.

You'll be able to see him anytime you want.

My son belongs with me.

Look at this house, my son.

There isn't a refrigerator that is working.

Howwill raise a 8 month old baby here?

This boy will live in my house under my and your sister's care.

It will be better this way.

It will be better.

We have no contracts. It is fucking hard.

This thing is messed up.

I just proved it now.

We should have gone to this showtoday.

I was the one who didn't showup.

You are only the guys that play for me.

In general, we are the guys that try to play with you.

In general you are a bunch of fucking parasites.

Are you depressed now?

Poor you.

- Yes. - Mr. Sebastião Rodrigues Maia?

Yes.

Can you sign here proving that you received this summons?

I won't.

It is related to copyrights of a song you plead yours.

And what is this song?

It is...

"Réu Confesso".

- What's your name again? - Samuel Peçanha.

Peçanha.

Go fuck yourself. Yourfucking parasite.

"Pledge it is yours". The music is mine.

Get out of my house and go to hell.

It isn't my music. How come it isn't my music.

Summons my ass.

Telling me that it isn't my song.

How come it isn't mine, brother.

Just because of a piece of paper?

What a paper has do to with it?

It is my song. It has my voice on it and on an album.

What's up Fabio?

I'm leaving man.

- Where are you going? - I've met a girl.

What happened yesterday? What was that?

- Lost your sense ofhumor? - Humor?

- Humor! - You call that humor?

And what about our partnership?

Every partnership must come to end someday.

By the way...

What partnership?

There is you and whomever wants to followyou.

I don't knowwhat kind of partnership is that.

No women is reason enough to leave nothing behind.

I know, but this is nothing.

But nowl'll change nothing for something.

Nothing? Friendship, work because of a woman?

This is such a stupidity, Fabio.

Friendship?

You only think about yourself.

Drag everybody to wherever you want to go,

don't ask anything to anyone.

You talk about work with me?

We set half shitty shows foryou and you do nothing,

stay inside this house doing nothing.

You never showup.

- Things will be better. - No they won't.

I'm leaving.

Everyone that I love turns their back on me.

What is wrong with me? What do I do,

that keeps pushing people away?

Why do the people I love become my enemies?

I have a million enemies.

A million.

Labels, women, musicians.

You arejealous.

You arejealous of my success.

I wish I had your success and half of your talent,

just a tiny piece of your talent.

Because ifl had, I wouldn't be in this situation that you are.

Do you knowwhy?

Because you are your biggest enemy.

The truck that hit you had your name on it.

Tim Maia from Brazil.

After that, I spent I fewyears without seeing or hearing

about my friend.

Probably not even him did,

Not in the whole he was in,

I'll marry you. And you'll have beautiful babies.

Hello, I want to talk to Caetano.

Where is my drug?

Did you get my drug motherfucker?

Get up, get up.

This neighbor keeps calling the cops.

Go fuck yourself.

Are you calling the cops too?

You whore.

Listen man.

They have weed, crack, acid and,

I also sawa machine gun.

Go!

It is the fucking Tim Maia.

Fuck.

Let's go Tim Maia stand up.

Put some clothes on, take a shower.

Are you high?

There is drug in there.

Your neighbor called the police station.

Stand up man.

Neighbor my ass. I called.

I called.

I fucking called.

The gun.

Weed, drugs.

Take it.

Take me too.

Look at his house.

Look at this, what a piece of shit.

Take me.

Let's go. This is a big problem,

we'll have a lot of work.

He is that guy from the song "Primavera".

My wife is a huge fan.

Take me.

Take me!

Even using the monstrous force that he had,

we know that only the good die young,

His genius and swing could take him away of any whole,

Everyone is tired ofknowing that this wasn't any Abbey Road,

but this is looking like a dumpster.

Got it.

I do. Same place where your mother gave birth to you.

This is from the Public Prosecutor,

aren't opening it?

- Not in the mood forthat. - It can be serious.

Lfit was serious it wouldn't have the Public Prosecutor stamp.

Let me showthe fucking song I made yesterday,

it has a lot to do with this envelope.

It is all in C.

That's it.

AN UNQUIET DISCOVER OF NEW BEATS.

TIM MAIA RENOVATES HIS SHOW.

THE SOUND EXPLOSION OF THE HEAVY TIM MAIA.

THE AFFECTIONATE TIM MAIA

I'm leaving.

- What is that? - No, don't go. Stay.

I'll be right back.

Come a little closer.

More, more.

I won't bite unless you ask me to.

What is your name again?

Patricia.

- Nowyou work for me. - I don't even knowyou.

And when you, you'll want to be fired real quickly.

Aren't you a little too anxious?

Not even his imagination could think about what destiny,

had done to his own history,

He missed so many appointments and he went specially to that one,

His biggestfear was always the loneliness,

And despite that, he spent his like flirting with the moment,

in which the crazy and genius have the same luck,

Everyone will go back

To their natural state,

Everyone will go back

to their natural state,

Let's go back

To the Rational Superworld,

How it was before all this go down,

How it was before all this go down,

Everyone will go back

To their natural state,

Let's go back

To the Rational Superworld,

How it was before all this go down,

My friend, Sebastião Rodrigues Maia,

died on March 15th, 1998,

Thanks,

I miss him,

Really nice Tim.

Now showme the one you wanted me to record.

Suddenly the pain of waiting ended,

And love came at least,

I have always dreamed,

but didn't believe myself much,

I saw the time go by winter came

another time but this time

All the crying was gone A charm appeared

My love

You

Is more than I know