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We Still Have the Deep Black Night

This is for Grandad’s medicines.

Why don’t you buy them yourself?

I’m not coming home tonight.

"Inner Beast show at Buraco"

"36 people confirmed"

Cool!

You guys play like you’re about to kill somebody!

Look at this!

Hey, Kaká, you have to give the band a boost.

You used to do more gigs!

It wasn’t so crowded, was it?

There were 21 witnesses at the concert.

You counted!

I didn’t have to.

Only 21 people in Brasilia are into real rock music.

And when there’s no one left?

What will happen?

I’ll kill myself.

The concert is on Thursday, right?

Thursday we’ll be there.

– I wouldn’t miss it! – Cool.

Oh, I can’t on Thursday.

I have to work all night.

Is it the Pensions Reform handbook?

Shit...

What's up guys?

This is Martin, the German friend I’d told you about.

He arrived today.

The day will break...

I will still live!

The way I wanted...

As you said...

I should be.

The day will break...

and I'm here with you,

as I always wanted...

The city can't see our scar.

– Hold out! – Give up!

– Hold out! – Give up!

– Hold out! – Give up!

Hold out!

Wow!

Awesome, guys!

So, let’s play another one?

– Let's do it! – Let's play "Satellite"!

The studio is all yours.

No need, it’s OK for today.

Gee, man.

Lara, can you drop me off at the bus station?

Oh, Kaká, come have a drink with us!

– Right? – Yeah.

Stay over at my place tonight.

Artur, why don’t you and Karen move in together already?

Think of the time she wastes commuting from Gama to Brasilia everyday.

If she lived here in the city we could rehearse more!

Some days it takes three hours.

It's a pain!

Oh,

Is it true you're going to play in a Hives cover band?

– Oh no, is that for real? – Hivees? What the fuck is Hivees?

A friend formed a band, he needed a drummer.

Here, Larica, take a look...

The Hives!

Fuck, that band in suits and ties, man!

It’s like a tribute to the 2000s.

It’s mainly The Hives. In suits and ties...

– What the fuck, Cicero! – That’s so lame, man!

Fuck it, man! I want to play!

Our band is in a coma, you know?

It’s a miracle we’re playing a gig next Thursday!

And there’

There are covers for all kinds of bands here, except for the Hives.

Gee, man!

Guys, Cicero is right.

About playing the Hives?

We’re too laid-back about the band.

That’s what I’ve been trying to say!

So you'll go straight from your shitty day job to your shitty cover band...

You can just keep your suit on!

We need to give our band a push! We have to invest in it.

It’s easy for you to say.

You make $12,000 a month from your job at the Senate!

The man is the Hives!

Stop talking shit and let the German hear the music.

The trumpet will start now.

How long is the German staying?

He wants to see us play.

He saw today’s rehearsal.

It’s the concert that counts!

What a drag!

Who is it, damn it?

Good evening, how can I help you?

he's so drunk, he can't even stand up straight!

Oh, what a drag...

Dude, will it be like this every week?

Fuck!

Do you really need to call the police every time?

They have work to do, man!

Every day the stink of marijuana comes from here.

– Every day! – Marijuana!?

What marijuana!?

Have you seen any marijuana in my residence, Larica?

Listen...

Take it easy!

I'm cool, I'm cool...

There are honest people in this building...

...hard-working people who get up early to work!

We're not like you, you bum!

What!? Go to work?

I know your kind.

You’re a sucker!

– You’re a sucker! – You're a junkie!

This is your wife’s junk!

Now he’s pulled his cock out!

Tell me,

Who the hell are you?

Well, Mr. Inspector...

I’m a radio journalist, I have a studio in block 205...

Hmm...

Cicero, sleeping there, works at the Senate!

Artur is a journalist...

Karen is a...

Designer, right, Karen?

And Lara...

Cut the crap, Alex.

We’re musicians, man.

Fuck, musicians!?

Don’t the military police have anything else to do!?

They only bring us stoners and musicians!

There’s no criminals around, eh?

So you are musicians... What do you play?

Coldplay?

I refuse to play covers!

Their music, Mr. Inspector...

It's more...

Psychedelic punk rock, man.

With a trumpet.

Like Sex Pistols, Pink Floyd and Miles Davis?

And does it work?

On Thursday we’re playing at Buraco.

Why don’t you come by?

What do you play? The guitar?

I play the bass.

Cicero is the drummer.

And you, honey?

Are you the band’s groupie?

I’m Miles Davis.

Yeah...

I had a band too.

A punk band. In the eighties, the nineties...

You,

Do you remember when the shopping street in...

South 109 had a row of bars, right next to each other...

before Brasilia became this shitty dormitory town?

Do you?

We started the night at the Arabeske.

- It closed around 1 - AM; Estação bar too.

Then we went to Beirute bar - and were there until 3 - AM.

Then Beirute closed. And what did we do next?

You went...

Home?

Luiz’ Bar, you moron!

How many times have I seen the sun come up from Luiz'...

Where have they all gone...

the folks who drank until the sun came up?

"Inner Beast show at Buraco"

"42 people confirmed"

The boss is coming!

The sun’s blinding, right, Karen?

Listen, tomorrow night...

you’ll be helping the guys finish the...

Pensions Reform handbook. Ok?

We’ll discuss some overtime pay later.

Wait, wait, wait!

I’m playing a concert tomorrow. I’d told you.

Get someone to replace you! Whatever!

Wait, I am playing the concert.

There are plenty of people ready to take your job, right?

And there are plenty of...

Bosses lining their pockets with shifty public contract money.

There's a lot of it around here.

My father woke me up today throwing that at my face!

"Find your civil service examination"

Stop, stop, I fucked up!

Shit! Damn, Lara!

Fuck you!

Let's go!

Fuck, dude!

If it goes on like this, we’d better not even show up at the gig!

Record it, Alex!

I’m not in this for fun!

We will play this concert.

So do it properly!

You book a gig out of nowhere, there are barely 40 confirmations!

Even if shit rains down from the sky, we’ll get 150 people in that bar!

Dude...

Men really take that “alpha male” shit seriously!

It’s hard.

– It's not working. – Is it the Law of Silence, Julinho?

You invested a lot, you had the place acoustically isolated...

– paid all those fines... – I spent a lot of money, but...

Just look at the show tonight.

87 people confirmed...

But only 19 showed up. It’s hopeless.

And people used to say that this was the Brazilian rock capital.

Yeah.

It was once.

It's history.

What's with this gringo, Artur?

Does he want to take you to Berlin?

There's no room for us here, Karen.

Here you have to be... cute.

They jeer because we improvise...

because we experiment...

because our sound is different...

They’re so fucking square here!

And what about rock here?

Yeah!

Rock is dying!

Oh, come on, Artur! Rock is dead, man.

Here, in Berlin...

It’s like grandma’s bedtime stories now.

Imagine how many grannies, Julinho...

were into group sex with a punk band!

Or shot up...

with Iggy Pop!

Stop playing the tourist, Artur!

Berlin is over, okay?

Brasilia is what we have.

I quit my job yesterday.

I’ve burnt all my bridges in this town as a journalist.

All of them!

And what's left?

The music!

But look around you.

Look.

It’s over!

Aren’t you going to work today?

I have a concert tonight.

You think you’re like those...

city playboys you call your friends...

You disappear, go bumming around, you come home when it suits you...

Do you know how much time I spend on this old shitbag?

I know how much I pay for...

grandad's insurance and his medicines.

That’s nothing!

Instead of wasting money on your shitty band,

on your useless pipedream,

you should be bringing money home!

– It’s not a pipedream. – Oh, no!?

Do you make any money with this band?

Or are you like your grandfather’s friends,

who played for beers and took off when he got sick?

Are you going to spend your life doing odd jobs?

Why don’t you get a job in the government like everyone else?

Let me go!

People on the straight line...

Speeding, nothing comes close...

No straying off to byways.

I wander along the path...

Run over...

No detours.

And all that life writhing on the margins.

Insists still!

The straight line...

and nothing to say.

Boredom and a dry mouth.

Boredom and a dry mouth.

Boredom!

Shove it in... And nothing else!

The gesture of loathing...

The taste! The taste!

The taste! The taste! The taste!

Insists blindly and will not see...

Red earth!

Open!

Wounded!

Me!

Fucking awesome!

Fucking brilliant!

No. I have to go back to work.

Does anyone work at the Senate on a Friday, Cicero?

Guys, I've been thinking... We need one more singer.

We have a lot of instrumental songs, people don't like it.

Yeah, and...

The name of the band is too arty.

And the lyrics too. I don't know.

Oh, yeah?

Why don't you choose a cute name for us?

Artur, we must invest in the band.

I could use some of my salary at the Senate...

– We can hire a producer. – Wow, man!

It’s even better if it's your... dirty money!

Then we can change the band’s name to...

The Scum’s Asslickers!

So what’s your plan?

You have a plan, don't you? Go on, tell us.

I’m going to Berlin, guys. To stay.

You’re such an asshole, man.

So come with me!

No.

What happened to the other 16?

Didn’t you say there were 21 rock fans in Brasilia?

If there were five people at the concert...

what happened to the other 16?

Oh, man...

Who knows. They must have been in church!

Or at home, drooling over Internet,

wanking for streaming series.

Kids! People are so into having kids.

It’s like the middle ages, man.

Karen,

Is it true that the agency paid you in cash?

– Shit, man... – Fuck.

I came here for the hush money.

But it’s over now, I don’t want any dodgy freelance jobs anymore.

This money here stinks.

And what will you live on now, Kaká?

This dough should keep me going for a while.

But it’s music I want to be doing.

It’s all wrong.

I know your band.

It’s the one with the...

little horn, right?

Hey, guys, don't lose heart.

You’ll find someone, I'm sure you will.

You can have the studio for two days if you want, for free,

so you can schedule more auditions.

Well, I don't know, the old guy was OK.

The bald guy who looks like an accountant!?

You can call him to do your tax returns, man!

Oh, Larica!

Hey, what happened?

I’ll miss this.

What do you mean?

It's over.

I can't stand it anymore.

Oh, you want to make the logo bigger?

I won’t make the logo bigger.

The file's right in front of you.

Compare the size of the title with the size of the logo.

Did you do it? Do you want it bigger than that?

Say it! You want the logo to be as big as the title, right?

I’ve changed it four times already! You know that,

we had already settled this.

Why did you have to take it to your fucking partner?

I’m screaming because you don’t know what you want!

This fucking job never ends!

What is it? I’m fucking working here!

I haven’t heard you... play anymore...

Don’t give up the trumpet...

Never.

This money is to take care of grandad.

It’s enough for six months.

Are you leaving?

I’ve left some boxes in my room.

There are clothes, books...

You can donate them if you know someone.

Are you moving to the city?

Yes?

Hey, Artur, how’s it going?

How did you find me here?

This is a cool apartment. Whose is it?

A friend is out of town and let me stay here. I'm paying his rent.

How long will you stay?

If you’re staying long, you’ll have to find something to do.

Oh, man...

Who says I want to stay? It’s too cold here, are you crazy?

Yeah, but your coat isn’t warm enough even for Gama!

So...

Are you playing in a band?

I’m studying German.

I’ll already be gone when you wake up.

Silence! Quiet now!

Are you fucking nuts?

I'll call the police!

"24 Freienwalder Street, apartment 41"

"Martin"

"Language School"

Oh man, this city is so damn cold.

Bloody hell!

Oh, am I seeing right?

Martin!

You worn out lion!

You haven't been down here in hell for a while. How are you?

Man, I didn’t want to come, but she's going nuts, her ex is here!

You see, I’d totally forgotten about this. This is Berlin.

But there are still people who insist on speaking German.

What are you having?

Ah, that's it with my Berlin, it's over!

No one speaks German anymore.

Only English!

An American works in my favorite coffee shop,

she speaks only English, not a word of German.

Man,

Berlin is becoming the new Orlando!

I'll get your drinks, OK?

The toilet is free.

Wait a second, dude!

Who is this stupid cow?

It was all lies, right, Artur?

Quitting your job, the end of the band...

Your course...

You wanted to run away, didn't you, asshole?

I’ve left everything too, no one knows I’m here!

Piss off, you faggot!

"This city has been..."

"...bought up"

I liked Brasilia in the beginning...

when I moved there with my parents...

To be a kid there is...

...a privilege.

You mean in the city, right?

Privilege is the right word.

I won't have a sociological discussion with you now.

Don’t be such an asshole, man.

So what the hell are you doing here, damn it?

What about the music, man?

– Where’s your guitar? – I sold my guitar!

I’m going back to Brasilia.

My father’s found me a job in the marketing division of a hospital...

The money is good...

That’s not you, Artur.

From now on, it is.

I can't believe this, man!

You should have come with me before, damn it!

I have to talk to you, man.

Come to the bathroom with me!

What are you going to do out there that you can’t do here?

Do you see this little fold here?

I have to bite in there.

"The rent runs out on Dec. 1st. Leave the keys in the letterbox"

Acker 169! That's it.

It's a shame.

A pasty, a sugar cane juice and a cheese bun, please.

This card’s expired.

Hi.

I need to speak to Artur, at 505.

Artur? There’s no one called Artur here.

It's the drought, right?

I’ve heard it’s the worst ever.

Yesterday, air humidity was only 8%.

Do you have any toilet paper, bro?

Kaká!

Larica!

Hey, what's up!?

– What's up? – Where have you been?

Are you still living out in Gama?

– I'm in Berlin. – Berlin? What do you mean?

So tell me, Larica! How are things?

Oh, I’m good. This is Julia, my girlfriend.

– Nice to meet you. – Nice to meet you.

What else? Are you playing?

No, not really. I...

I was about to tell you...

I did an examination for the...

Ministry of Tourism and...

I’m working there now.

Shit.

I didn’t know that you were into that.

Well... And Julia’s just passed two selections for the civil service!

Wow... Why two!?

It's true.

Where is your baggage?

It got lost.

Are you still working at the Senate, Cicero?

Lara’s joined the civil service.

None of us is still playing music. Everyone’s given up.

It sucks.

Why have you come back, Karen?

So Kaká...

Did you like their music?

Yeah, they’re cool.

I think you’d love to play with these guys.

They don’t need a little horn.

– Take a look at this, Alex. – What is it?

It’s a concert Martin and I played in Istanbul.

Wow, were you in Istanbul?

Kaká, that’s awesome!

Man, I’d like to play that kind of sound here.

Would Julinho pay for their tickets to come over to play at Buraco?

It's so cool!

But Buraco closed down last week.

There are no bars like that anymore.

There’s only a couple of bars left, but they only want cover bands.

The whole thing sucks.

The neighbors called the police...

If two people just went out for a smoke and a chat, they’d call the police.

That’s how ridiculous it’s got.

The other day they arrested three kids...

because they were playing acoustic guitar outdoors.

Didn’t you hear about that?

After curfew, everyone has to go home and be quiet. Is that it?

It’s worse than that. They - were arrested at 8 - PM!

It's ludicrous, man.

Shit, the air is so fucking dry.

Have you seen Artur lately?

Where are you living? I went to your old apartment.

The old apartment is being refurbished.

And your job, Artur? Are you enjoying it?

Work isn’t something to be enjoyed, Karen.

I’m past this phase.

Now I don’t work much and make good money.

This is real life, get it?

Man...

How old do you think you are, Artur?

It’s one thing to say that when you’re 40, after trying and making lots of...

mistakes in life, trying again...

Okay.

But at 27!?

Do you remember how you ended your farewell note in Berlin?

Do you? I remember it.

And Martin too.

"Playing with you two made my farewell even more bitter".

Bitter, man!?

That night with you and Martin was...

That was the most sublime night I’ve ever had in my whole fucking life!

Where are your keys?

In Germany.

Do you remember those boxes you'd left here?

They're in your bedroom.

There’s lots of nice stuff there.

No calls, never sent any news...

Do you think it’s easy for me?

The money’s gone, isn’t it, mom?

Oh, wait!

He wants you to have this picture.

Don't believe them!

Don't!

Hunt in the dark, hunt in the dark...

Life's calling!

Hunt in the dark, life's calling!

Wow!

Have you any idea how amazing your sound was just now?

Iuri is your baby, did you know?

He was at that gig you played at Buraco.

Somebody should have recorded that!

It was one of the best things I’ve ever seen in Brasilia.

Wasn't it?

We didn’t care so much about that then.

It was art for art’s sake.

Iuri, do you play in a band?

So, are you going back to Berlin?

I can't.

I was deported, Artur.

I was touring with Martin and some guys. We played in many cities.

Even Istanbul.

On the way back, I was stopped in Frankfurt.

What will you do now?

Look, my Grandad.

He arrived here in 1958.

He was a metal worker.

He helped build all this shit.

But he never had money to live in the city.

He’ll die without knowing what it’s like.

He almost never speaks anymore.

But he spoke to me.

He asked me not to give up.

Hey, Karen.

Karen?

Listen to your grandfather.

He knows how this city breaks you down.

Let’s give it a go, but away from here.

I don’t know if I want to give up Brasilia.

Let's go, let's go!

The city silences. The dream thwarted.

A pact... Of silence.

Listen to the empty night...

Listen, clandestine soul.

Wake up...

Face the plan made to frame.

Come on down!

Invade the model man's gesture with your flaws...

Your bareness.

On the open fields...

Between motionless cars, let out the howl.

Rip up the paper, free the body...

from the mold, the form...

Of sleek men.

Don't believe them!

Don't!

Hunt in the dark, hunt in the dark...

Life's calling!

Hunt in the dark, life's calling!

Stop this fucking racket! I’ll call the police!

Calling...

Calling...

Calling...

Calling...

Calling...

Calling...

Calling!

We Still Have the Deep Black Night