All language subtitles for 1bwesfsdfsdf

Whatever state it's in,
that's the way I eat it. End of story.

Here's the stone, here's the fish
for anyone who doesn't believe me.

Any of these miserable workers
could have found that stone.

But no, it was I!
It was I who found the muiraquitã

And the muiraquitã brings great luck.

So I became rich.

And since money also brings great luck,
I became very rich.

Look.

All of this is new equipment.

American, secondhand.

Come here, boy!

Come here, young man!

If you only knew what luck
this stone gives me, young man.

Get out of my way.

The brothers decided to act fast.

For it's the first strike
that kills the snake.

They went to the giant's house.

Oh, man!

Oh, man!

There's loads of fruit!

- Really? Give me one.
- Give me that one.

Give me that yellow one.

That banana right there! Give it to me!

- This one?
- Yeah, that's it!

Give it.

- Give it to me!
- Don't give it to him. Give it to me.

You wise guy! You gave me a rotten one.

Take that, you jerk!

What are you doing?
Don't make noise. The giant will hear us.

- Then give me some fruit!
- Yeah, and me too.

- That one.
- Which?

That one! The red one!

- This one?
- Yeah, that one.

- Mmm, that one's good.
- Good, is it?

So you're just gonna
sit up there in a tree

and eat pineapple,
banana and the rest of it?

Hold on to him.

Wait, weren't you dead?

No, I was playing possum
so he'd stop shooting at me. I'm no dummy.

The hero was worried.

He could never return
to the house of the giant,

because now Venceslau knew who he was.

And Venceslau Pietro Pietra

was the giant, Piaimã, eater of men.

Macunaíma thought and thought.

Then at about 3 p.m., he had an idea.

I'd like to speak
with Venceslau the giant.

Venceslau speaking.

It is? I'm a young lady,
newly divorced, by the way.

I'd very much
like to talk business with you.

Great, great, very nice.

Well, miss, you could come over right now.

The old Ceiuci, my wife,
is out with her daughters

so we can negotiate at leisure.

- And I can come without being afraid?
- Sure.

I'm not one to scare anybody.

Goodness gracious, what is that?

My collection of songbirds.

I see.

Sir, you must know
that I read your interview in the paper.

And I became very interested, you know.

Because I also collect rare stones.

I'm only missing one stone.

I'm only missing one stone...

the muiraquitã.

Your tea, mademoiselle.

It's to complete my collection.

Is it true that you have one?

The muiraquitã.

Genuine.

- Won't you sell it to me?
- It's not for sale.

Then lend it to me.

Do you think I'd sell the most precious
stone in my collection just for a smile?

But I only wanted to...

Look here. With me, it's all or nothing.

I won't sell it, but I might give it.

It depends.

Yes.

It depends.

It depends on what, Mr. Venceslau?

What remains of our love?

What remains of those fair days?

A photo...

My goodness!

Venceslau! What books you have!

Goodness.

- Do you like them?
- More or less.

I also have a great film collection.

This one is based
on the book you're reading.

A loose adaptation.

- Want to see it?
- Is it good?

Very good.

Take off your clothes.
You'll feel more comfortable.

What for, Mr. Venceslau?

- Don't you want the muiraquitã?
- I do.

Then take off your clothes first.

- You'll give it to me?
- Yes.

- Then give it!
- No! Take it off first!

- Do you swear?
- I swear!

All right. But behind the screen.

Please go.

Go.

Over there.

- Okay, now give me the muiraquitã.
- Take it off.

Take it off.

Just like that.

Take it off.

Like that.

Just like that.

There!

- Now give me the muiraquitã.
- What? No, no, no.

Take it all off. That's it.

- Take this!
- Keep going.

- Okay. That's everything.
- No, there's more, or is it that you...

Here. That's it. Now give me.

No, I won't. Take it off!

Here. Done!

You're a boy!

Well, I'm open-minded.

Come here! This is nonsense!

I came to ask for something

because I'm very upset with someone.

- What's your name?
- Macunaíma.

A name that starts with “ma”?
That's bad luck.

Do you know what I want?

I really want to beat up that
bastard giant, Venceslau Pietro Pietra.

I'll call his spirit to come here.

Yes, do it!

And everything we do will happen to him?

- It will happen.
- It will?

- Can I beat up that goddamn giant?
- Yes, you can.

Stay calm, Pietro.

You're so worked up, Pietro.

Calm down.

The guests, Pietro!

We better take off that stone.
Hand me the scissors, please.

- Put it under the bandages.
- All right, underneath.

Venceslau spent months in bed.

Macunaíma couldn't do a thing
to get the muiraquitã,

now trapped under bandages
stuck to the giant's body.

Terribly frustrated
with this holding pattern,

the hero went out
to take his mind off things.

It was a new holiday that
the Brazilians had recently invented,

Day of the Southern Cross.

It's the traditional
and sacrosanct Southern Cross,

the most marvelous symbol of our country.

It is the purpose, the goal, the destiny,

the objective and consecration

of our procession,
with rosaries round our necks,

in defense of our property,
and modest savings,

in defense of the lives of our children,

and the faithfulness of our wives,

against the danger
of our country being invaded,

by exotic and spurious ideologies!

Against the atheism of the atheists,

against the perversion of our traditions

and bureaucratic duplicity,

which in prior governments
has been the scourge of Brazil!

- That's not true!
- Shut up, kid!

Gentlemen, the most sublime symbol
is the Southern Cross.

No, it's not!

The most sublime symbol
is the mysterious Southern Cross.

- No, it's not!
- Shut up!

Pull him down from there!

No, it's not!

You tell 'em, Brother!

No, it's not!

Gentlemen, it's not at all
what this fellow here just said.

Those four stars up there,

which nobody can see right now
because it's daytime,

those four stars
ain't got nothing to do with nothing!

Hear, hear.

Now, the most important thing

is that the scourges of Brazil

aren't any of the ones
that mulatto mentioned either.

- Now that you're white, you're racist too?
- Shut it.

The scourges of Brazil

are the coffee pest, the pink bollworm,

soccer, the black fly,

no-see-ums, mosquitoes,
midges, carrion flies

and all those other bloodsuckers!

Bravo!

And all those wild cows running around.
Because the tame cow gives milk,

but the wild one,
only if she feels like it!

Bravo!

Not to mention the diseases: Erysipelas,
measles, lumbago, constipation, malaria

bellyaches, toothaches, chilblains,
swelling, hookworm infection,

and a giant with no character,
Venceslau Pietro Pietra,

who stole my muiraquitã!

My friends,

ants aplenty and nobody's healthy,
those are the ills of Brazil!

Subversive!

- Communist!
- Subversive!

- You should be in jail!
- Call the police!

Run!

Get out of there!

- You're under arrest.
- What for?

Suspicious behavior.
You were running away.

Sir, you don't understand.

It's exactly the opposite.

I was in pursuit.
It was a guinea pig that was on the run.

- What? A guinea pig?
- Yeah, a guinea pig.

Didn't you guys see it?

The guinea pig came running this way
from Ouvidor Street.

Guinea pig, my ass. Let's lynch him!

If he says he saw a guinea pig, it's
because he saw a guinea pig, end of story!

There's no guinea pig here!

What do you mean? Look at the tracks!

Guinea pigs here, at the stock exchange,
right in the heart of the metropolis?

I know. Who'd have thought?

Look at these tracks! They're fresh.

Sir! Excuse me, sir.
What is the exact meaning of those words?

I don't know. I'm just babbling.

Are you trying to make fools of us?
Where are the guinea pig tracks?

Easy, everyone.
I didn't say there are guinea pig tracks.

I said there were, but not anymore.
Pardon me.

Not so fast!

Here we are killing ourselves
to make a living

and then along comes some bozo
breaking up our work day

just to track down some guinea pig, and
then there's no guinea pig! What the hell?

No, no. First of all,

I didn't ask anyone to go
looking for guinea pig tracks.

I just asked these two, Jiguê and Maanape.

- Second of all, who's the bozo here?
- You are!

No, I'm not. You've got it wrong.

And another thing, I ain't scared
of one, 100 or 10,000 of you.

I've just about had it
so you better watch out!

Let's lynch him!

Okay, here's the deal.
Lynch these two. I'm outta here.

Lynch them! Lynch them!

- Lynch them!
- Wait a minute.

Here we are, my little sweetheart,
you'll feel better in no time.

Nothing like a hot footbath
to cure a cold.

Aww, my little darling,
my poor little baby.

Just look at that!
You slept with your clothes on?

My poor little baby!
You were cold, weren't you?

You should have called me, poor baby.

Now, just put your little toes
here in the water.

Careful, it's hot.

Just like that.

Now the other little toes.

That's right, my love.
That feels better, doesn't it?

You should have listened to my advice,

instead of roaming around
with your brothers.

Aw, you're such a cutie pie.

Ooh, it's hot, but it feels so good!

Oh, my love.

Leave me alone!

Listen, you just don't get it.

When a white man runs, he's a champion.

But when a black man runs, he's a thief.

You were running,
the crowd went after you,

and you spent the night in jail.
Well done.

Listen here, you crackpot,
old-timers belong at home.

- You had no business out in the streets.
- Go to hell!

You first, grandpa.

You should be in the cemetery already.

What's with the long faces, guys?
It's bad for your health.

What exactly did you say you saw
right in the heart of the metropolis?

- The heart of what?
- Don't play dumb!

What did you tell people you saw
in the street yesterday afternoon?

- Yeah!
- A guinea pig.

A guinea pig, my ass! You know very well
there wasn't no guinea pig!

I lied.

And why did you lie,
everybody's sweetheart?

I didn't mean to.

I started telling what had happened,
and before I knew it, I was already lying.

Macunaíma recovered from his cold,

but he still lacked the courage
to confront the giant in person.

To pass the time,
he sat in the park killing ants.

Good morning, my friend. How's it going?
Fine, thank you very much.

I'll sell you my duck if you like.

- Why would I want that stinky thing?
- Yes, it does stink.

But it's worth it.

When he does his business,
money comes out.

I'll give you a good price.

Stop pulling my leg.
Who ever saw a duck like that?

Hold out your hand.

Hold out your hand!

Oh, man!

Money!

You see?
Save it up, and you'll be filthy rich.

- I'll give you a good price.
- How much?

400 contos.

400 contos?

Well, then I can't. I've only got 30,000.

Okay then, because I like you,
I'll do it for 30.

Five, ten, 15, 20, 25, 30.

Give it here. Thank you.

Any time. See you later!

Thank you, my boy.

Now it's mine.

- What's the matter?
- He stole my money.

- And you didn't do anything?
- No.

Got any left?

- Just a little.
- Yeah? Give it here.

Take that!
That'll teach you to be an idiot!

He who has navigated waterfalls
fears not the torments of hell!

Good afternoon, miss.

Is Venceslau at home?

No, Venceslau went to Europe
to recover from a beating.

The only ones here are Mrs. Ceiuci,

with the little daughter and the big one.

Listen, would you happen to know

if he took to Europe a muiraquitã stone
hanging from his neck?

I don't know.

But if you like, you can stay
in my room until night falls.

Then you can check Mrs. Ceiuci's safe
once she's asleep.

Funny, this room of yours.

Yeah, it's all right.

What's your name?

It's...

Jiguê.

You were so distracted.

I've got a lot on my mind, girl,
lots of responsibilities.

Good evening, ma'am.

You know, I was just trying to lure
one of those red-winged tinamous

and the bird came in here.

What's this, Mother?

Look at the duck I've caught.
Doesn't he look tasty?

Mmm, really good.

Don't be a sissy.
Let's take him to the kitchen.

- You hurt me, ma'am.
- Hurry up!

No, ma'am.

Slow down! It really hurts!

Mother,
what are you two gonna have for dinner?

This duck that we caught.
Come give me a hand.

You pluck him while we make the sauce.

What a beauty! Where'd you catch him?

We caught him with the net.

Put some salt in the pot!

- Look at that...
- Quiet!

You know...

Now, let's see here.

I've had nothing to do for so long.
That's why I'll be nice to you today.

I'm going to tell you two riddles.

If you get the answers right,
I'll let you escape to my room, okay?

Tell me this.
Where is a woman's hair the kinkiest?

- In Africa.
- Right!

Now for a harder one.

Tell me this.

Brother, now let us do as God intends,

put hair against hair
and leave the bald one within.

You really are shameless, aren't you?

Not at all. it's the eye.
When we sleep, our lashes touch.

So that's it!

You got it wrong.
But I'll take you to my room anyway, okay?

- Come with me!
- Mother, Mother!

Daughter!

You devil! Daughter!

Daughter, give me back my duck
or I'll throw you out for good!

Quick, before she breaks down the door.

Quick what?

Sorry, but I can't do it so fast.
I get nervous. Maybe some other time.

Open this door, Daughter!

Goodness, you lost your pants?

No.

I was swindled by a salesman
in the Praça da República.

And I lost all our money. Thirty contos.

Goddamn it!

- Jiguê hasn't come home yet?
- No!

- Think he might have any money?
- No, he's broke too.

You don't even know the worst of it.

The giant went off to Europe,

no one knows when he'll return
and he's got the muiraquitã.

So now what?

Now I don't know.

Of course.
You just sat there twiddling your thumbs.

Did you think the giant
was going to wait for you?

God gives nuts to those with no teeth.

Hi, there.

This is Suzy.

Our hammock is over there.

Get undressed and lie down.
I'll be right there.

I'll get it.

- I've got it!
- What?

I've got the solution to your problem!

You pretend to be an artist,

get a government grant
and go to Europe too.

Okay.

Who knows?

Jeez, turn out the lights!

Take this pill.

- What if it doesn't work?
- Wanna bet?

Mother always said,
“Eat bullshit, but don't bet on it.”

At the government hut,

they informed him
that they were already sponsoring

more than a thousand artists in Europe,

and plus there were over a thousand
on the waiting list,

so that, our hero would only be able to go
when pigs fly or Hell freezes over.

Morning, pops! How's it going?

So-so, kid.

- How's the family?
- Same as always.

Why don't you take a picture,
it'll last longer?

Keep staring,
and I'm gonna have to charge admission.

What are you doing down there?

- I'm busting my nuts so I can eat.
- Get outta here!

Look, kid.
If you don't believe me, why ask?

- Are they tasty?
- Try some.

Mmm, that is good.

- Got any more?
- All gone. I only had two.

But if mine were that tasty,
how do you think yours will be?

Eat 'em up, kid.

Doesn't it hurt?

Actually, it feels good.

Think you're brave enough?

Watch this.

Sic transit...

Feeling better, sweetheart?

May God help him recover.

A blow like that is very dangerous.

It could kill, or worse, if you survive.

Have you noticed if his voice got higher?

What's the matter?

It's better to switch...

Let Suzy do the massage.

And I'll show her another one.

You guys can wait outside, okay?

- That's funny. My elbow's hurting.
- Could it be?

Macunaíma, can we come in?

Just a second!

His voice got lower.

- See anything?
-It's covered.

Macunaíma, open up!

Open this door!

Macunaíma, open up!

Okay! Come on in.

Sensational! I'm cured!

Move over.

You're all better now?

Man, that massage worked wonders.

Jiguê and Maanape decided that
the hero really had no character.

He had sworn on their mother
that he wouldn't even look at Suzy.

As a result, Jiguê sent Suzy away

and our hero became so sorrowful
and lamented so much

that to cheer him up, his brothers
took him to visit the city's leper colony.

A letter from the giant!

“Having just returned
from Europe, France and Bahia...

where he went to recover from a beating,

he knows not from whom,
but has his suspicions,

the giant Venceslau Pietro Pietra
invites Mr. Macunaíma, alone,

to a feijoada banquet to celebrate
the marriage of the giant's daughter.”

Don't go, Brother. The giant will eat you.

Gotta put your money where your mouth is.
Call a cab.

Hey, buddy. I can't pay, but here's
some advice worth its weight in gold.

In this world, there are three bars
that bring about the downfall of man:

sandbars, gold bars,
and bars where the women don't put out!

Come on in, son!
Let's not stand on ceremony.

I'll introduce you to my daughter.
Let's pretend you don't know her.

She got married today!

She was getting a bit too friendly,
so we had to find a husband for her.

Don't do that, my fine fellow.

Be a good boy and I'll lend you
the muiraquitã, okay?

Will you really, Venceslau?

Good grief, son. You have no idea
what luck it's brought me.

Thanks to that stone, I've earned more
than a thousand million this year.

Stop it!
Don't do that, my distinguished guest!

Don't make a fuss, everyone's waiting
for you to have the feijoada feast.

Tomorrow at this time,

ping, ping, ping!

And me with your mother,
boom, boom, boom!

Your attention, please!

Here's the spin!

Dog number five! Who is it, Daughter?

Mr. Carlito Chaves.

Number nine! Snake!

Mrs. Elizabeth Neves!

Here, get on this swing.
You'll see what fun it is.

I don't want to, Venceslau.

- I'm feeling lazy.
- Go on and swing. it's great fun.

I don't even know how to swing.
You go first, show me how it's done.

Me? No, you go.
It's as easy as drinking water.

Get on, I'll push you.

That's enough. Thanks.

Keep swinging!

If only my father and mother were here,

I wouldn't be suffering
in the hands of this devil!

Keep swinging!

Now I'll get an arrow and...

- What are you doing?
- Give me that.

My muiraquitã!

So, so, so.

If I get out of this one,

I won't eat anybody anymore.

Needs salt!

So the three brothers decided
to return to their native home.

They were content, but the hero
was the happiest of them all,

since he felt what only heroes can feel:

an immense satisfaction.

He brought with him his most prized
possessions from the city's civilization

and a young lady named Princess,
who was truly elegant.

Ants aplenty and nobody's healthy,
those are the ills of Brazil!

Let's go, Princess.

Brother, let us go

To the banks of the Uraricoera

Brother, let us go

To the banks of the Uraricoera

Taperá tapejara, caboré

Arapaçu paçoca, cabora

Taperá tapejara, caboré

Arapaçu paçoca, cabora

Brother, let us go
To the banks of the Uraricoera

Write this down, Princess:

A bridge must be built here to improve
the lives of the people of Goiás.

Taperá tapejara, caboré

Arapaçu paçoca, cabora

Taperá tapejara, caboré

Arapaçu paçoca, cabora

Brother, let us go

To the banks of the Uraricoera

As night fell,
the hero's lips trembled with emotion.

He was longing for Ci.

He who is far from his loves,
suffers terrible torments.

Ah, Ci, you unforgettable she-devil!

You're up there
roaming around in the heavens...

beautifully adorned, free from the ants...

playing with God knows who.

Rudá! Rudá!

God of love in the heavens
who sends the rains...

make it so that all the lovers
my beloved may find

are impotent!

Awake in that she-devil
longing for her devil.

Make her remember me...

tomorrow...

when the Sun sets in the west.

Finally, everything was becoming
more and more familiar.

A gentle hill came into view
in a place called Pai da Tocandeira,

and just beyond the tapir's tracks,

the old field could be seen,
now overgrown,

and the old straw hut,
fallen into disrepair.

The others went to work
to have something to eat.

Maanape went to fish in the river,
but the fish didn't even nibble.

Princess went out to the field.

There wasn't a single ear of corn
and not one manioc root in the ground.

Jiguê, who was very brave
went off to hunt in the woods,

but he didn't even spot any birds.

When they came back...

- What is it?
- I bet you were sleeping.

No, I wasn't.

I was trying to lure one of those
red-winged tinamous,

but you made noise and that was that.

The bird got away.

Liar! Princess, you're the witness.

Everyone went off to work. The only one
who didn't lift a finger was your man,

who besides sleeping all day long,
makes things harder for us.

He's lying, Princess.

I...

- ...caught a deer.
- Where is it?

I was walking down this trail
when I came across his tracks.

It wasn't a brocket deer,
just a regular forest deer.

I crouched down
and started following the tracks,

examining them.

Then all of a sudden

my head bumped into something soft.

It was hilarious. Guess what it was!

It was the deer's ass, can you believe it?

Then he asked me, “What the heck
are you doing back there, cousin?”

“Looking for you,” I said, and I went...

I killed that brocket deer!

Where is he?

I ate him.

I was so hungry I ate him up,
tripe and all.

I even brought back a piece for you, but...

then I slipped while crossing the creek,
and went tumbling.

And the meat went flying
and landed right on an anthill.

And the whole thing was covered in ants.

You went hunting?

Well, yeah, I did.

Look me right in the eye.

If it's true, you won't blink.

If it's a lie, you'll blink.

It's a lie!

Well, now that I don't hunt,
I won't fish either.

Is that so?

Help me, Brother.

Princess, let's go play.

When I wanted to, you didn't.

Now go play with yourself.

You reap what you sow, as we know.

Opportunity makes a thief of us all.

When the going gets tough,
the tough shit on you.

The following day,
when the hero awoke trembling with fever,

he saw that no one was left
in the ruined hut.

He'd been left as a cadaver with no one
to mourn him, in total abandonment.

Ah, feeling lazy.

The hero now spent his days in the hammock
hanging from two cashew tree stumps.

He slept fitfully and ate cashews.

He was awfully fed up because
he didn't comprehend the silence.

Then one day, a talking parrot showed up
and kept the hero company.

Macunaíma, to pass the time,

told the parrot about the famous events
that had befallen him since childhood.

I was in the pot and that mother
wanted to eat me.

But then she told her daughter
to take off my clothes.

As she was taking them off,
she took the opportunity to feel me up.

She was grabbing me all over.

She really wanted to eat me.

So then I escaped with the daughter
and got into the bathtub.

We were in the tub,
and the mother was pounding.

“Open this door or I'll break it down!”

I said, “Shh, be quiet.
She's about to break in.”

“No, she isn't. You'll see.” And we hid.

But we could hear her.

“Open this door!”

We stayed in there for so long.

It was a blast.

The hero boasted
of all those glorious times past.

One day, as the month of January arrived,

Macunaíma woke up late
to the ominous cries of a cuckoo bird.

The heat was still and sweltering,

and the hero
felt a new desire in his muscles,

stirring for the first time.

He remembered that
he hadn't played in so long.

Come, parrot. Come on.

Come on.

They say that cold water
gets rid of desire.

This beautiful woman was no woman at all.

She was Uiara, eater of men.

Since she only showed herself
from the front

and backed away without turning,

Macunaíma couldn't see
the hole in the nape of her neck

through which the treacherous creature
breathed.

Miss.

Miss.

Glory to the men who raise up the nation

Our beloved nation, Brazil

Since the times of Pedro Cabral

Who called this land glorious
One fateful day in April

With the voice of the raging waterfalls

Of the winds and the oceans
Rippling in the blue

Glory to those men, heroes of our country

The fortunate land of the Southern Cross

Glory to those men, heroes of our country

The fortunate land of the Southern Cross

Even as the land first appeared

Shimmering green and gold over the sea

This land of Brazil which came to light

Was the native home to noble heroes

Even as the land first appeared

Shimmering green and gold over the sea

This land of Brazil which came to light

Was the native home to noble heroes

Macunaíma was restored from
the original image and sound negatives.

Certain missing frames
came from a duplicate negative

made in France, in 1999.

The original film sync was retained.

Digital 2K restoration was completed
in São Paulo, in June, 2004.