All language subtitles for Violence and Flesh (1981) eng

VIOLENCE AND FLESH

STARRI NG

STRICTLY PROHIBITED TO MINORS UNDERIS

Didn't l tell you?

Zecéo wouldn't lie.

Hurry the hell up.

Fuck!

Holy shit!

- That's a load ofcash. - Must be three million.

Four million. Four.

Exactlyjust like Zecéo said.

And the poor sucker dies from a heart attack just as we're about to escape.

Better for us.

He was old anyway. Now there's more for the three of us.

Four. Forget the boatman?

That's right.

And him in the car.

We'll destroy him...

light him up.

No, don't kill me! I've gota family!

- Are you crazy? - Didn't you hear him?

Leaving thatjerk alive will get us caught.

Give me that.

- What is it? - I don't know.

I heard a gunshot.

Another nightmare?

Oh, Ana, I'm so frightened sometimes.

Sillyyou.

I'm here to protect you, always.

I love you.

That fright, those nightmares...

occur due to a feeling ofguilt.

Deep down, you haven't accepted our relationship.

You think? When I'm having a good time with you here?

Yes, but I think the words ofyour mother and your sister still trouble you.

You had a lot ofcourage to tell them everything.

It's not a matter ofcourage. I just don't know how to live a lie.

Only, I didn't expect such violent reactions.

Don't worry, darling. You're going to be very happy.

Yes. But I'm afraid.

Mother said that every sin is punished byvioience.

Damn repression.

The only sin is in their minds. They're old fashioned and narrow minded.

Look at Fabio. See how he's always cool with everything?

But that's different.

No, it isn't.

He also comes from a traditional, chauvinistic family.

He's the only son.

It must have been pretty heavy...

but he didn't let them bring him down.

Someone sure said it right: Hell is other people.

Wasn't thatjean Paul Sartre?

That's right.

Go see ifFabio would like some coffee.

Very nice.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Ana is making coffee. You want some?

I had a cup ofyesterday's coffee. I got up very early.

Tell me, how are you feeling about your big decision?

- Very welLjust a few worries. - It's all in your head.

But with us, you won't have time to get worried, okay?

I hope not.

- How are you doing, my dear lady? - Verywell.

And the Baryshnikov ofthe poor? Did you dance a lot today?

Ofthe poor? You'll see. I'll leave it behind.

Besides, I read the play for the third time yesterday.

It's wonderful. And the scenes where I dance-

Plus, all the roles are good and contrasting.

My role is a counterpoint to Neila's.

And Sandra's is youthful freshness...

in contrast to the bitterness of Leticia.

I was so happy reading the play knowing that Renato...

my Renato, had written such a marvel.

Get yourselfready, because your Renato, as a director...

is extremely demanding, without exception.

That's fine. So?

Did you know that one of Neila's first films was directed by Renato?

Ofcourse I knew.

- They had an affair at the time. - Renato told me.

He said itwas a bit more on her account.

Back then, it was hard for Neila to see that she wasn't his type.

- And you don't mind that? - No.

It only happened once. I think it's fine.

Leticia is much less neurotic.

Is she coming with Neila?

She should be here by midday.

Neila's coming with her current lover, an economist.

She wants him to see our work environment.

They've been together for five months.

That wasn't on the schedule.

In the morning?

Matinees are always better than night or evening shows.

You wake up in the mood.

Learn something new every day.

Didn't you know that?

That's right, you artists perform better at night.

Oh, no.

Now and then you do sex scenes in the daytime.

So what's it like?

What's what like?

You enjoy it?

Not in that sense.

I'll do any kind ofscene at any time ofday...

but only professionally, get it?

Without feeling anything foryour sex partner...

in the scene?

Without feeling anything at all.

Only ifl'm really desperate.

But since I met you...

I haven't felt that way again.

Neila.

It's hard for me to get used to your life as an actress...

an exotic actress.

How much longer?

I don't know. As long as my body holds up.

My face.

I don't know. As long as it works.

What about this play? Do you have to get naked?

I think so.

Maybe. Renato's thinking about it.

Oh, Renato.

Amaro, all thisjeaiousy is ridiculous.

I told you, Renato was a short fling.

It was a youthful passion.

I was dazzled by his intelligence.

A large part of my cultural growth is thanks to him.

To give you an idea...

somejournalist asked me ifl liked Kafka.

I said, “Yes, with rice.“

I didn't know. I thought it was some regional dish.

When Renato saw that in print, he wanted to kill me.

He told me to think twice before answering.

- Come here. - No, Amaro.

I have to go to the studio.

Come on, I want to.

Not now, Amaro.

On the other side.

A nice little one.

- Stop, Eugenio. - You're so hot.

- Eugenio, stop! - So sexy.

Stop.

What is it now?

I shouldn't have met with you today.

They're coming to pick me up soon.

So what? There was time for us to finish.

What, you letting me down?

Could you possibly stop being vulgar for one minute?

So that's it. The dialogue wasn't up to snuff.

I should have behaved differently with the great actress, Leticia Simos.

I should have said, “O Nightingale, be forever mine.

- Let me savoryour fragrance.“ - Stop being ridiculous!

You stop being ridiculous! What did you expect from me?

A little more tenderness...

respect and love.

The wayyou're acting and speaking, I feel like an animal.

Sorry, but I don't know how to be snotty like those actors and intellectuals.

I'm just trying to be mature.

It's my fault. What did I expect from a-

Carpenter. Go ahead and say it. Don't be ashamed.

Don't give me that now. When you met me at the studio...

you were totally into me.

It's was pure lust.

Oh, sorry. Physical attraction.

I never promised anything.

Whileyou came in with sweet nothings...

smooth words about dialogue, communication, human warmth.

- Eugenio, stop it! - Alljust bullshit.

- Just another role you played. - Eugenio, stop!

Stop play acting and face up to your desire to fuck!

Leticia, it's cool.

Snap out ofit, okay?

- This is a stickup! - What?

- Hold still. - Let's get in the car.

Closer.

- Where the hell are you going? - Nowhere.

Bullshit.

Into the car, quick. Go on.

Come on, guys. We can't delay.

Make it quick!

Stop!

- Go in there. - Look here, guys.

Do as you're told!

_ Okay. ' Go!

Hi, how's it going?

What's going on?

Run, Fabio!

Come back here!

- What happened? - There are some strange guys out there.

- Jorge, give me that. - I'll show you,you bastard.

Listen here, kid.

Ifyou don't open that door, your friend gets shot in the head.

What'll it be, kid? You gonna open or not?

I'll open. Go, hide!

- You the only one here? - Yeah.

Guys, this is a regular gold mine.

- Damn, I'm thirsty. - Notjustyet.

We're really tired and need to stay alert.

- That sissy's always hassling me. - Here, have some.

Jorge, we didn't come here for a picnic.

- There's someone else in this house. - There was.

But they already left.

- Coffee's still hot. - So it is.

- Funny, eh? - Yeah, it's that-

They left about halfan hour ago.

In the last two hours, not one person came down that road...

except for that guy there.

Come on. You gonna tell us where they are?

Jorge.

Get a load ofthese little bunnies in here.

Today I'm gonna have a feast.

From the looks of'em, must be ballerinas.

Let's see ifthey're acrobats.

You bastard, trying to hide those characters.

Please, leave him alone.

I don't know about these two.

And to top it off, they're artists.

But what I really like are actresses who are young, soft...

and succulent.

Leave her alone!

Looks like another pair.

Maybe so.

But first and foremost, they're women.

Get offme!

Jorge, cut that out!

Take care ofyour stomach. Eat something first.

I'll gobble up this little chick. That I will.

Come on! It's been more than five years since I had a woman. Fuck!

Calm down, man. We'll talk about that later.

- Fuck! - As foryou guys...

you need to be patient.

It's only until tomorrow.

Ifit's not too much to ask, why tomorrow?

- You gonna tell him? - It's fine.

Doesn't make any difference now.

Tomorrow...

about 500 meters from here...

a boat will take us to another country...

to complete freedom.

Good-bye, prisons. Good-bye, fear.

Good-bye, dreams.

Good-bye, motherland.

People were better in the past.

They were more pure...

more authentic in their emotions.

There was a greater chance for love...

and tenderness.

Now all ofa sudden it's all rushed...

without love, without poetry.

Wow, how sad.

I'm not sad.

Ijust feel out of place.

I just want to take off.

Where to?

Who cares? Far from this senseless world...

where the truth is the truth.

Leticia, what the hell are you talking about?

Youjust need to relax.

You'll see. Working with us will do you a lot ofgood.

I've got my doubts.

There are so many troubles in life.

And Renato comes up with a play about death.

I think it's a great topic.

The concept ofthe play is really good too.

Death is something that everybody thinks about.

- Are you saying you don't? - Ofcourse I do.

But not like most people do.

I don't think ofdeath as an ending.

I think death could be a beginning...

a wonderful beginning.

Though armed struggle turned out to be the wrong path...

at the time, we were full ofconviction.

We believed that-

Take it easy. They're our friends.

Why didn't you say more were coming?

You didn't ask.

There, they've stopped.

You, come here.

Now you get out there and greet them just like normal.

Ifyou don't dojust as I say, she dies first.

Now go!

- Hi. - Hi.

Hi.

Who's that guy?

Don't know. Must be an actor. Hi, Sandra.

Hey, there. Howyou doing?

Gosh, Sandra, you look exhausted. Ana should take better care ofyou.

Howyou doing?

Hi.

Hello.

- Hi. - What a face.

Oh, I know, the couple's been fighting.

- Neila. - Hi.

Stop it, Renato.

- Hi. - Hi.

I know, you must be part ofthe chorus.

- The chorus? - Yeah.

Yeah.

We did a duet one time...

- in the theater. - Oh, yeah.

- Remember? - In a show for Christmas.

How did that go?

-L remember. - That one.

/ dreamed a vision of you

Took ofi' m y underwear and shit in the street

The guard who showed up

Fell in the shit

And got all fucked up

Nice one. Excuse me.

As nice as your ass.

Look here, you fucking baboon. I demand a minimum ofrespect.

What's wrong, tough guy? Gonna hit me?

-L am. - Go ahead.

Please, stop!

Watch out!

Oh, my God. Amaro.

What's going on?

They invaded the house.

No more idle talk.

I think we have to make them all disappear.

That's uncalled for. No violence.

We had agreed there would be no killing.

You heard me. What you did was stupid.

You damn bastard. What did you want?

To let the guy live so he could go back to town and blabber to the police?

- What the fuck? - Enough idle chatter.

Instead ofarguing, we should help ourselves.

Get a load ofthese goods.

Do you realize, man...

how easyyou could've made bank ifyou'd had them chicks in your hands...

back when you were a pimp?

That's right.

But in those last years before I went to prison...

the goods I had weren't ofthis quality.

But I can get back into business.

That country we're going to...

I could take one ofthem along and put her to work.

Pauléo, give ita break. just relaxa little, man.

What do you think? How about we draw straws?

They're all sexy babes, man.

That one there, I thinkl saw her in a movie.

It was Beloved andAbusea'.

Incredible.

Listen, don't harm them. I've got money in S50 Paulo and-

Unfortunately, we don't have time to get your dough in S50 Paulo.

Now, as for the chicks-

- Look, I work in a bank and- - The boy's a banker?

I'm an economist and workin management.

- You're an economist? -l am.

A bunch of parasites.

All you've done is derail the development ofthis country.

What did we do wrong?

You lied the whole time regarding the horrendous state ofsociai justice...

on the basis ofcompieteiy arbitrary economic decisions.

You didn't do anything to achieve a morejust distribution ofincome...

a more balanced, more democratic per capita income.

I didn't understand a damn thing.

But it sure sounded important.

Sounding important is typical of phony ideaiists.

That's right.

Your way of helping the country was robbing banks...

and killing guards whose families depended on them.

According to what this young man told me...

he was convicted of participating in a bank robbery...

and causing the death ofa poor guard.

It wasn't my fault. It was an accident. I told you itwasn't me who killed him.

He said it was for political motives...

- to improve the lives of Brazilians. - And it was.

Our movement dreamed of a better life for all Brazilians...

free ofinequality, hunger and greed.

Today I agree that we employed the wrong methods back then...

but it was the least we could do.

And I will continue to fight for a better world...

for more peace...

for an ethic that's less bourgeois.

An ethic?

But, Renato, his ideals are respectable and worthy.

We can't criticize his good intentions.

Good intentions?

Tell me who you walkwith and I'll tell you who you are.

Look, you...

in life, we're forced to make certain concessions.

And from the looks ofit, you've made many.

It's not my fault ifl'm considered a common criminal.

- That's whyyou're escaping with them. - Exactly.

Without them and without Zecéo who died...

- there would've been no escape. - And no money.

Without my contacts, there wouldn't be a boat to take us to freedom.

That's why you overlooked your ethical principles...

andjoined up with a pimp convicted several times for procuring, and a-

A thief, yes, sir. And proud ofit.

I was sentenced to 2O years in prison for assault and crime.

No need to remind us again. Okay, faggot?

So shut your trap or I'll cut you and your stallion.

Cool it, man. Take it easy.

Know what? ljust want to fuck.

And you waste time flapping yourjaw with all these chicks around. What the hell?

Calm dowmjorge.

So here we are in the company ofesteemed artists. Very nice.

What can you offer us?

How about a striptease?

Nowyou're talking.

Renato, listen. We could perform a few scenes from the play.

- That's great. - ltwould do us all good.

Great idea. How about it?

Show us a little ofyour art.

Are you sure?

Give me a couple of hours for us to get ready, alone.

No, I can't do it.

Guys, we've got to do something.

Don't let yourselves get carried away by their provocations.

It looks like there will be many.

So performing the play will do us good...

and maybe get through to them, make them think.

Those thugs?

The young one doesn't seem like a thug...

and he exercises a kind of leadership over the others.

Up to a point.

In any case, we've got to be careful and use our psychology.

Let's start.

Well, at least we'll gain time.

Okay.

“Today is going to be a beautiful day.“

Come on.

“Today is going to be a beautiful day, full ofsun and promise.“

“Today will be one more day of uncertainty.“

Oh, I want him to come for good.

And I've come with a mission to accomplish.

It's one ofyou.

But I forgot the order. And now, I don't know.

I'm sure it isn't me you've come looking for.

Nor me. I have a lot to do.

For me, it's been so long-

This sucks.

I think the guy's gonna get one ofthem.

Yeah? For real?

Sure, he is. Modern theater is all about that.

Don't be deceived by beauty.

He's simply a disguise fora fatal destiny.

Ifyou guys won't, I'll go with him.

Wait. Don't you see?

He's the emissary, the messenger sent to look for us.

What about ouryouth? Doesn't that count?

I don't know.

One ofyou has arrived at the end ofyour days.

But I don't know which one. Please help me. I mustn't make an error.

So what is he?

I don't understand a fucking thing.

The boy is the angel ofdeath.

Death?

What a load ofcrap!

Herel am, putting up with this crap...

thinking there's gonna be some hot action...

and they're all talking some prissy crap about death.

- Upyours! -jorge, let them go on.

No fucking way.

Look, I'll put on a fucking show foryou.

Come here.

Get out of here.

Here we go. That's it.

Perfect!

It's okay, Amaro. There's no use.

Hey, you better obey, or someone will get hurt.

Keep fucking going.

Get offl

just like old times.

What the hell's the matter?

You do it enough in the movies.

You gonna say it's only pretend?

So, Pauléo, now it's your turn.

Or don't you remember how it's done?

Damn right, I remember.

It's only that those years in prison...

have changed my tastes.

- Wait a minute! - Come here!

No, not him! He'sjust a boy!

- Youjealous? - Please, no.

- He needs to practice. - Please!

Take that!

Get lost!

Give it to him good, Pauléo.

Quit m

And as a side dish, I'd likeashow.

You two, let's go.

I want to see how they do it.

That's my man!

You gonna get going, or do I have to start shooting?

Please, put a stop to this.

It's degrading-

I'm sorry, but I can't do anything.

But it's too much. It's against your ethical principles.

- Or are you also- - Please understand.

I can't do anything.

We have an agreement. I'm the brains and they're the brawn.

It's even preferable that they only do that.

They've faced years and years of prison...

ofconstant repression.

It's good that they tire themselves out...

sol can avoid the worst foryou.

We made the papers.

What's the gist ofit?

“The police still don't have any leads...

on the fugitives from the penitentiary...

but they know who they are.

Namely, Jorge Ramalho da Silva, 32 years old...

convicted ofcriminal assault and murder...

Paulo Sanchez, nicknamed Pauléo...

who was serving a sentence for procuring...

and Tercio de Toledo Lin-

Lindsey.

Convicted of bank robbery...

followed by death...

andjozé Carlos Duarte...

nicknamed Zecéo...

convicted ofmultiple assaults.

The police is awaiting...

the recovery ofZecéo...

who was found unconscious...

the victim ofa heart attack.“

So he didn't die.

You fucking sons of bitches. Idiots, especiallyyou.

You said he was dead.

It looked that way.

And after the attack he had...

he couldn't have come with us.

Not in the condition he was in.

Now he's gonna squeal.

He'll tell the police where the boat's coming and every fucking thing.

Zecéo wouldn't do that.

- He must have been unconscious. - But you also said he was dead.

That's where you blew it.

Us idiots here believe in intelligence.

The best brains was always Teté.

I told you not to call me that.

The guys in prison used to call you over, “Come here, Teté.“

- That was prison. Now it's over. - Yeah.

Up to now, we've got no proof you're a real man.

Now's your chance.

Cut it out. I'm not gonna force anybody.

Besides, I've got nothing to prove to you.

Damn, in all those years, you didn't get a hankering for a little pussy?

Or maybe your tastes have changed too?

You're a brute.

Yes, I do miss something.

Love, the love ofa woman.

Wejust want to know ifyou're a real man.

Ifyou won't, I'll step in and gobble one ofthem up.

Enough anticsJorge.

They've already suffered enough.

Except for this lady here.

Looks like she's got a nice swing to her.

- I won't force anyone. - It's gonna have to happen.

L'llgo.

With you.

Cut it out.

Aw, hell.

Got it.

We're safer now.

I'm going to the beach to check out the spot where the boat will land.

Don't do anything stupid.

It's cool. It's cool, man.

Hold on.

Come here.

Come closer. You're so hot.

Come here. I wanna do you in the rear.

You're so sexy.

Well, let's go then.

Come on.

Come closer.

That's it.

You're such a hot babe.

Hey, it's my turn.

Don't worry, kid.

Itwill pass.

Be glad we're still alive.

Those two are dangerous.

They're like a couple of punks.

We have to be very careful not to provoke any stronger reactions.

And you, Leticia.

You're playing a risky game.

- What game? - The one with Tercio.

Acting like you're love-struck.

Who says I'm acting?

It's no good. You can never tell when she's acting or telling the truth.

Not even she can.

What I'd give to take a bath.

What for? To put on another show?

You thinkl didn't notice how much you drew out your striptease?

That's right. I delayed. But to gain time.

I was afraid, Amaro.

You thinkl did it to show myself?

Besides, I don't need to do that.

I don't know. But be careful with your exhibitionism.

They're crazy, all ofthem.

Including the son ofa bitch that you're falling for-

or seem to be falling for.

Listen here, Amaro.

Ifyou're afraid-

which is understandable and reasonable- take responsibility for it.

Don't take it out on us!

I'm not trying to hide my fear.

I just think it's dangerous foryou to lead on that little shit.

- Hey, Amaro. - The fucking idealist.

You know what bugs you? The fact that he's got ideals.

While you don't go beyond fucking economics.

You're fucking crazy!

Cut it out, Amaro! Cut it out, Leticia!

Just calm down!

- What's going on in here? - Nothing.

We'rejust a little nervous.

Listen, could we take a bath?

Just us women.

That's fine.

That's silly. You think I've never seen one?

That's not it. Youjust caught me by surprise.

I wasjust watching you. I liked it.

Yeah?

Well, you should know I saw you earlier too, stripped naked.

You were with your friends. You were-

- You saw everything? -l did.

Well, that's why I'm a little upset.

When there are three, someone always gets left out.

You don't enjoy everything.

With those two, I usually feel left out and anxious.

I thinkl can helpyou with that, or can't l?

Let's go to the tent. They'll be a while.

Let's go.

Come on, they went shopping.

I'll admit I was stupid with Amaro.

It wasn't the time to say that.

But he provoked me. He should respect my feelings.

- Yourfeelings? - Yeah.

My love for Tercio is obvious.

Don'tyou think you're rushing into things?

You hardly know the guy.

Since the first moment, I felt he was the man I've always searched for.

Wow, but what a moment to fall in love.

Understand, Neila.

It's as ifl'd been waiting for this moment my entire life.

For all these years, I was looking for something...

and I wasn't even sure what it was.

Now I feel with body and soul...

what I was looking for.

How about an introduction?

- What's your name? - My name isjorge Ramalho da Silva.

- Pleased to meet you. - Likewise.

My name is Liliajordé Moreira do Prado.

You can call me Lili.

- Lili? - Yeah.

Li/i is always getting tired

So let's freshen up this little ass, Miss Lilita.

- Oh, no! - Lili Moreira.

- Come on. - I'm gonna lick up all that beer.

Come here, sexy.

You animal. Not like that.

- Justa little. - I don't like it like that. Stop.

Come on. I've got a right to this.

- Thinkyou canjust leave me hanging? -l don't like it like that.

First a little underwater blowjob.

That's it.

You bit me.

Fuck.

- I'll getyou. - Let go!

No way.

LGt go!

You'll see.

I'll killyou.

I'll strangleyou.

Oh, shit.

That's right, Ana. I think all ofthis is a punishment.

Don't be silly, Sandra.

It happened because it was going to happen.

It's got nothing to do with us.

I'm afraid. I think I'm gonna die.

They're gonna kill us.

They wouldn't do that, Sandra.

Itwill all turn out fine. You'll see.

We need to stay calm.

How nice.

What? Can't we have a little peace in this house?

Calm down, little girl.

I just came to tell you to prepare a very nice dinner.

The women should wear their finest dresses.

At 8200.

- So let's get it going. - Hey.

- What areyou planning? -just a nice, refined dinner.

- Just dinner? -just dinner...

for starters.

Son ofa bitch.

Man, she was crazy, a great fuck.

That shit doesn't do it for me.

Hey, Tercio can't find out.

Don't let him knowl killed her.

Motherfucker.

I didn't mean to. She reacted and I did her in.

What ifthey start looking and suddenly-

Wow, what style.

My respects.

Very nice.

- How was it? - Everything's fine.

There werejust some hippies camping on the beach.

But it's cool. They were far from here.

Great.

So you took the opportunity to have a swim. Idiot!

Don't you realize you could put us in danger?

I just hope you don't screw up like that again, okay?

Don't get on my case.

Howl love a fine meal...

everything beautiful and fine.

You know, ever since I was a kid, I've always loved dining like this.

Every time my mother set the table like this, with all the finery...

lwould die ofenvy.

The kids had to eat at another table?

There weren't any kids in that house.

Just a very rich couple and an unmarried woman.

My mother was the servant...

servant and chef.

Sorry, I didn't know.

That means Pauléds mom was a maid.

- So what? - Nothing.

It'sjust that there are maids and then there are maids.

Yours was multi-purpose, wasn't she?

You bastard!

- Have some respect for my mother! - Calm down, man.

I wasjust kidding. Fuck.

Pauléo, behaveyourself. This is a fine dinner.

I won't let anyone speak ill ofmy mother.

She was a saint.

She broke her back for my sake...

after that bastard, my father who I never met, abandoned her.

Mom was incredible.

Even though times were tough, she always had faith.

She was very devout.

I went to church with her every Sunday.

To church?

Yeah, to church.

Me and her together.

Later...

she became ill.

She suffered until she died.

I was about 15 years old.

That's when I took off and never prayed again.

I promised a thousand times...

that I would shape up ifshe lived.

How could I go on with religion after that?

I believe that when your faith is strong...

it is not easily lost...

no matter how severely it's tested.

Do you think that in today's world...

with so much social injustice and poverty...

it's possible to remain religious?

It's not a matter of being religious or not...

but of having faith in a superior being...

who governs our destiny...

and who moves us to encounter one another.

Yeah.

But who also leaves us behind when we least expect it.

Yes, but who leaves us behind for reasons that often defy our understanding.

There's a very strong reason why your mother died.

She stopped suffering from her illness...

and she was spared the suffering ofseeing her son become a criminal.

What do you care?

Is your mother proud of her pig ofa daughter?

My mother is dead. But she would be proud of my career as an actress!

Actress, whore. It's all the same.

Artist means fucking faggot.

Pauléo, you're gonna spoil dinner.

Then get off my case.

I want more meat.

How's the dessert coming?

Shit!

- Relax, Amaro. That won't solve anything. - How can I when they're with my wife?

But nothing serious will happen. Theyjust want to have fun.

That's what worries me.

You artists don't have the least sense ofmodesty.

- You give it up easily. - What are you getting at?

You mean you didn't enjoy that little romp?

It's the same thing you always do, just with an audience.

Look here, fucker. I did it because I was afraid.

Ifl'm ashamed ofanything, it's ofbeing afraid.

Relax, Fabio.

Were all afraid here. Damn it!

Onlyyou don't want to admit it and end up preaching to the others.

Get offof Fabio's back.

And you know what? That's not like him.

It's more like me, you square.

Sorry, I was vulgar.

To tell you the truth, I'm terrified. We've got to do something.

- Like what, Amaro? - I don't know. Something practical.

They must have a weakness.

The coffee's delicious.

But the chicks are-

Thankyou.

Can we take dinner to the others?

Yes, you may.

Are you going to spend the night in there with the others...

orwould you like to sleep in another room?

- I'd rather stay there. - Me too.

Like I used to say, strength in numbers.

Let's work this out.

You andjorge stand guard while I sleep for a few hours.

After that, we take turns.

- I'd rather go first. - Fine by me.

- Come here. - No, Ana!

Sandra!

No!

What a great guard you turned out to be.

Nonsense. Who would come looking for us here?

I don't know. Zecéo could have given them a clue.

He would never do that.

In any case, we better take care of business.

- Wheresjorge? - He ought to be here by now.

That fucker went to screw a girl and forgot about me.

Some discipline! Leave it to me. I'll find him.

We'll give him this revolver and I'll take the other one.

This one is much less dangerous.

Sandra, what happened?

I asked ifshe wanted anything and she doesn't respond.

Oh, my God.

I'm sorry. It's not my fault.

What the hell have you done to her?

You disgusting animals, what else are you planning?

- Who's next? - Calm down.

It wasjorge. But don't worry.

Nothing bad will happen to you now.

You want to go out for a little?

Come. Let's go.

Son ofa bitch.

And that nutcase Leticia goes for a walkwith the little shit.

I told you, she resisted. I was a gentlemen.

What stupidity and brutality on your part. But listen.

I'll hold up my end ofthe bargain. You're on the boat. It's fine.

But I don't want to see you screw up in here anymore, okay?

Okay. I'll stand guard.

That'sjust great.

The little boss is pissed off.

The little boss. Fucking little boss.

I'm only putting up with that faggot's shouting sol can get on the boat.

After that-

He's a good guy. But you went too far.

Three in one day.

Look, man. It's been a while since I've had a woman.

I had to make up for lost time.

Is that so? Don't screw up now. I want to get some sleep.

Rest assured, the troublemaker couldn't take any more.

- Look, I'm- - Listen.

Sorry, go ahead.

No, I'd ratheryou did.

I don't know.

I'm confused. I don't know where to begin.

I think I love you.

You think? You aren't sure?

Listen, I met you in such unusual circumstances.

I was shut away from the world foryears without the affection ofa woman...

and suddenly-

l'm wondering ifwhat I feel is out ofdespair, need, anguish-

So what? What do the reasons matter?

What matters is what you feel, what we feel.

I've also wondered ifit's right to love someone...

who works with men who humiliate and imprison us.

Listen.

I couldn't control those two, butl swear...

you will come out ofthis safe and sound.

I know that.

I also know that I can trust you...

your character, your purity.

I also know that I've never felt for anyone...

what I feel foryou now.

- You there. - Me?

- Yeah. - Why her?

It's to make coffee.

Got a problem?

Let me go, Amaro.

Relax.

And besides, she's hotter than you.

I want a nice, delicious coffee. See, hot stuff?

What? Am I that ugly?

No, that's not it. You're even handsome.

- L'mjust a little nervous. - Yeah. I'm tired too.

Bring me the coffee outside, okay?

Sure.

My baby.

Ifonlyl could stay here with you forever.

What's stopping you?

I don't allow myselfto have those beautiful, colorful dreams anymore.

This very day, I'll be on my way to another country, another world...

other uncertainties...

without the peace you bring me.

I can go with you.

- Stop kidding. - I'm not kidding. I'm serious.

Come on, you don't even know me.

I didn't believe in love at first sight...

until today.

Do you really thinkyou could leave your career for my sake...

leave your friends, your country?

I'm not satisfied by my work anymore.

For me, life has been an endless depression.

Here with you, it's like I've been reborn.

I could go to the end ofthe earth not to lose you.

Let's go, then.

There's not much sugar in it.

Greatjust howl like it.

I know. I noticed.

You think it's poisoned?

You thinkl would poison such a handsome boy?

Really? You really think I'm handsome?

I shouldn't...

but I want you so badly.

Cool.

I want to find out ifyou're capable of being tender.

Iam, hot stuff.

Hey,jorge, hurry up and finish.

The little boss is coming back.

I don't know ifit's right.

You might get homesick for this country, foryour friends.

No, I'm sure I won't.

I'd prefer uncertainty at your side to being alone.

That's what you say now.

I want to know ifsomedayyodll-

Look. Pol ice.

What the-

They might go to the house later.

This way. Come on.

HeyJOFge!

Quick, guys. The other one already noticed I'm here.

Together. Let's go.

- Hurry. - What happened?

-Ijust killedjorge. - Give me that.

- Let's go. - Come on, guys.

Slowly. guys-

You cow, you killedjorge.

- You'll end up the same way. - Come on, shoot.

Come on, you weakling. Shoot!

Don't, Amaro.

You asshole!

Bastard!

For the love ofGod!

Plenty ofammo here. Better not play around.

Not enough for all ofus.

You can kill us. And then what?

Don't make me do something I don't want to, kid.

Wait.

Let's calm down. They said they're leaving today.

That will be tough now.

There's a ton ofcops next to a corpse on the beach.

It must be that girljorge killed.

He told me yesterday. He screwed her and-

That fucking son ofa bitch!

- What? - It's a police car.

Just what I needed!

- Good morning. - Good morning.

I'm from the police.

There was a crime nearby and I'd like to know...

ifyou've seen anything suspicious, miss.

No, nothing.

- Have you been here for a while? - For two days.

And are you alone?

Yes...

No.

Ifanyone else is here, please call them. I'd like to question them.

- They're sleeping. - I need to question them.

They'll be annoyed at waking up so early.

And besides, what would they have to say about the death ofthat girl?

Please, leave quickly...

and l-we...

will be forever grateful.

Very well. We'll come back later.

- Good-bye. - Good-bye.

I told you I didn't give them any information. I'm not crazy.

That's right. But he said he'd come back and he hasn't.

And it's already past noon. So what happened?

Who knows? The investigation went in another direction.

Please, leave us alone!

Get out of here! I can't take this anymore!

Please shut this woman's mouth before I lose my head!

Calm down.

I think it's time for us to go.

Ifthe boat comes and doesn't see us...

we're fucked, really fucked!

It's very risky, Pauléo, but we'll have to do it anyway.

The police doesn't know about us. They're looking for the killer on the beach.

Let's go, Pauléo. You're coming with us, kid.

- Grab him. - Wait!

- Don't leave until he comes back. - It's dangerous. The cops could get him.

Tough luck.

Let's go.

Our nightmare is coming to an end.

In a little bit, we'll leave and inform the police.

- And risk Fabio's life? - They can't go unpunished.

They spared our lives.

They'll soon be on theirway to another country safe and sound.

Besides, the police never came back. They don't know they were here.

They do know.

I informed them.

- Calm down! - Leticia, wait!

Come on, Amaro. Leticia!

The damn thing's not here.

- Why the delay? - Calm down, man.

He could be late.

Wejust wait and he'll be here.

Ifthe boat doesn't come, what happens?

Look, it's better foryou if it comes.

That girl was brave to give a signal.

- Do we attack? - Not yet.

Hey, what's going on there?

They're here!

The next shot goes into his head. You hear me?

Turn yourselfin. Zecéo confessed to everything.

Lies! He wouldn't do that!

He wouldn't have, ifhe hadn't been abandoned.

We thought he was dead.

Don't think too hard, you'll hurt yourself.

- Come on. Let him go, punk. - Not until the boat comes.

Get that boat here.

Ifnot, he'll kill the kid.

I have orders not to let him leave the country.

You can convince him to turn himselfin.

Come on, Leticia. For the love ofGod.

Leticia, don't come any closer.

Let Fabio go, Tercio.

What's wrong with you? Worried about your angel ofdeath?

No, I'm worried about you.

Enough violence, Tercio.

Ifhe dies, it will be your fault.

And you'll be thrown into a circle ofdoubt and remorse.

Please, Tercio.

Give up that life.

The dream is over.

We're tired.

Not him.

He's full ofenergy...

ofidealism...

oflife!

Spare him and he can achieve what we didn't, Tercio.

Please.

I'm so tired. I don't want to go back to prison.

I'm so tired.

Please, Leticia. Help me.

I don't want to go back to prison. I'm afraid.

- Please, Leticia. Help me. - No, you're not going back to prison.

Please.

You're going to be at peace.

You're going to be at peace.

THE END