Original subtitles

"FOREIGN LAND"

How should I say this?

"I feel my powers increasing. " No.

"I feel my powers increasing.

I'm on fire, drunk on a new wine.

I feel the courage, the impulse to go forth into the world...

to bear all of Earth's pain and pleasure...

to struggle against storms, to defy the wrath of lightning. "

No. "To defy the wrath of lightning. Clouds gather above me.

The moon mists over, the lamplight fades away.

The lamplight fades away.

I must rise. I must rise.

I was nothing and that was enough for me.

Now, I am not satisfied with just part of it.

I want the whole of life.

I want the whole of life... "

SÃO PAULO MARCH 13, 1990

"Spirits hover close up me. They listen to me.

Descend, descend from that golden atmosphere. "

Golden atmosphere!

"Carry me away to a new and varied life.

That I possess the magic cloak...

and it carries me off to foreign lands. "

At the request of new president, Fernando Collor de Mello...

president José Sarney has ordered banks to close tomorrow...

Thursday and Friday, March 14, 15 and 16.

The news caused apprehension in the financial market.

- Hi, spirit. - I'm worn out.

If they don't repair that elevator soon, I swear to God I don't...

Paco! Help me, son.

Those stairs get steeper and steeper every day.

Paco!

It's odd, having to look up to speak to your child.

Yes, I know, I know, you've been taller than me for ages...

but I'll never get used to it.

Specially now that you look just like your grandfather.

If I should call you Daddy, don't pay any mind.

- I can't take it any more, Mom. - Was it something that I said?

- No, my arms hurt. - Hold on, just one minute.

Dear Lord, she's here!

Hold on. Don't move. Mind the pins, huh?

Mom...

Come in.

Dear Lord, Paco. You look like Christ over Rio.

Isn't he cute!

MARCH 15, 1990 Two.

Any civil servant found misappropriating public funds...

will be dismissed and prosecuted.

The anonymous illiclt wealth...

reached wlth evasion has seen Its last days.

"To struggle against storms...

to defy the wrath of lightning.

My entire being trembles and my heart... "

- I'm sorry, Paco. - Come in, Mom. Come.

- I didn't want to disturb you. - Now it's done. Sit down.

What's eating you, Mom?

Nothing.

Classes have already begun, haven't they?

But you haven't been to the university yet.

That book you're always carrying, is it a physics book?

No, Mom, it's not physics. It's a whole different thing.

I can't tell you anything, or it'll bring bad luck...

but if it works out, my life will be totally changed.

In what sense? You're not thinking of leaving home, are you?

- Mom, that's all you care about? - And isn't that enough?

- Tell me at once! What's it? - I can't say anything right now.

I don't like this one bit.

You shut yourself in your room all day making plans...

as if I didn't exist.

What about our plans? Have you forgotten San Sebastian?

LISBON, MARCH 15, 1990

LISBON, MARCH 15, 1990

Get a move on, the customers are waiting.

Slacker.

- A coffe and the check. - Just a moment.

You're the man, Miguel. You played divinely.

Whoa there, Pedro. All right?

Four Roses, no ice, would you?

They're jerks. They don't get it. Don't pay them any attention.

- Right. - The solo was great.

But don't tell anyone. It'll be our little secret, okay?

Here's your wages.

- And you don't need me tomorrow? - No.

I knew it. Next time, I'll mix Bossa Nova and rap...

then it'll sound like that. Just listen.

Come on! Cheer it up, man! I mean, you could give it a try.

- Count me out. - Look at Alex.

Alex gets it. She's right at home at the Ritz.

There are folks from everywhere: Brazil, Angola, Guinea.

- That's how it is. - Of course. Colonial cabaret.

- What's your problem? - I'm getting out.

You're in a great mood today!

I'm fine, just fine. Let's do this: I'll spare you my great mood.

Later, Pedro.

- Should I finish your drink? - And pay for it as well, okay?

Okay, okay.

Miguel!

Miguel!

You know how things are here. I just couldn't insult the guy!

I love your priority list, Alex. You arrive two hours late...

miss the song I wrote for you...

and "Mr. Cabo Verde" can't be insulted!

- I tried my best to come earlier! - I don't believe.

Do you think it's easy leaving that restaurant? It isn't.

- Not easy? - No.

- I'll tell you what's not easy. - Tell me.

It's not easy for me. Do you think I enjoy living off contraband?

I want to play music, but no one can listen to it.

- Not even my woman. Ridiculous. - Don't talk to me like that!

Our life's a heap of shit, you know that? Let's out of here.

Miguel! Wait a moment, Miguel!

I love this city at this time of the day.

The white city. Isn't it beautiful?

- But sometimes I'm scared. - Scared? Scared of what?

Of winding up alone in place I don't want to live.

So we can go anywhere you want to, Alex.

You don't get it. It's not so much the place.

As time goes by, I feel more and more foreign.

I'm more aware of my accent.

As if the sound of my voice offended them.

I don't know, maybe I'm growing old.

You're getting crazy, Alex. You're only 28 years old.

Yep.

28, 30, 40, 50, 60... Fucking hell!

Time flies.

And I'm scared to death of growing old here.

But the idea of going back to Brazil sends shivers down my spine.

I sold two dresses.

- That's good, Mom. - Are you still mad at me?

No, not at all.

But you can't put that book down.

- I put it down. - That's good!

- I have something to tell you. - What's that?

Do you know what?

I read in the paper that a travel agency sells tickets to Spain...

payable in 36 monthly installments with low interest.

Interest, Mom? Do you know how the Brazilian interest rate is like?

- We'd be paying it forever. - No, no, no! You're wrong.

This amount plus what I've saved over the years will be enough.

Get ready to visit your mother's homeland.

Pay attention, Mom...

we can't afford to go to Spain right now.

Even if we could pay the airfare, what would we live on?

Come on, forget San Sebastian for now.

You definitely don't understand.

You can't tell me to forget San Sebastian...

as if it were a passing fancy.

I can't get it out of my mind, Paco.

You know, sometimes I wander around the house...

and I smell this scent.

A scent from long ago.

I know it's impossible...

but I can smell it.

I have to go back and get it out of my system.

Can't you see it?

- Can't you understand it? - Yes, Mom, I do.

What time is it?

Half past nine.

Excuse me, I'm late.

AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY

- Who are these players? - The ones who entertained you.

The town tragedians.

Why do they leave? Staying in Wittenberg, would earn them more...

in stature and revenue.

Is it not monstrous that this actor, for a fable...

for a feigned passion...

can force his soul to feel what he will in such measure...

that his face grows pale, tears spring to his eyes...

he becomes distraught...

his voice quakes...

and he takes on the guise of whomever he would be?

And all for nothing.

For Hecuba!

What can Hecuba mean to him that he should weep for her?

MINlSTER OF FINANCE The 'cruzados novos'...

deposlted in bank accounts whether in demand deposlt...

time deposlt, savings accounts...

overnight, will be converted into 'cruzeiros'at par...

wlthin a limlt, both in savings accounts...

and in demand deposlt, of 50,OOO.

The exceeding amount...

- It can't be! - ... all money above this...

...will be frozen at the bank by the Central Bank...

underthe person domain as natural person or legal entlty...

in form of'cruzados novos'.

It will be converted into 'cruzeiros'...

in 18-month time...

in 18-month time at par. During such a time...

"Aitá".

"Aitá".

Father...

Father...

"Aitá".

Patti... Patti...

There you go, Mr. Olivio.

That's from table 19, my last one. Can I go now?

- Not right now. - What you mean? My shift's over.

That's the second time this week.

- Can you see the place's packed? - But you promised, Mr. Olivio.

Brazilians are all the same.

Initially, they come cheap, but after a while...

They're not cut out for work.

What did I tell you! Just look at that!

That's it! Get the hell out of here!

I don't believe you're doing this again, Miguel.

You swore you'd give this shit up.

Alex, I know a way to get out of here. I know how.

- Where'd you get the money for it? - It's quite simple.

- I take Igor's stuff and I sell it. - The money, where did you get it?

- We keep the lot. - Where did you get the money?

Fuck Igor and that shit he's paying me.

Fuck! You took my money!

- We're going together, Alex. - You spent all your money...

...then you took mine to get high! - Listen!

- Miguel... - Listen. This is it.

That's where I got the idea for your song from. Listen.

Ain't it wonderful? Huh?

I'm leaving, Miguel. It's over.

I'm going, Miguel. I'm out of here.

It's over. I'm leaving, Miguel.

Where are you going?

Where are you going?

You'll never stop loving me, my love.

Ever!

Mom?

Mom?

Mom?

Mom? Mom!

Mom! Mom!

I don't know any funeral home. Any one is fine.

Any one, for God's sake!

How much?

That much?

It can't be. Who can afford that nowadays?

You're all crazy.

The whole country has gone mad!

Mom...

What do I do now? What do I do now?

And now on Jovem Pan.

Radio Jovem Pan Sat.

Bewilderment, shock and incredullty.

Those are the reactions to the financial legislation...

announced by president Fernando Collor and his advisors.

We are reverting to 'cruzeiros'.

This time,only the name's changed. Theirvalue remains the same.

The controversy centers on money deposlted in banks.

From Monday, when the banks re-open...

account holders can wlthdraw up to 50,OOO'cruzeiros'.

Savings accounts have also been frozen.

Only 50,OOO'cruzeiros' can be wlthdrawn.

These measures also affect long-term investments...

open,exchange drafts, and bonds.

Those wishing to cash their 50,OOO must provide proof of identlty.

Checks made out of cash will no longer be honored.

It must be point out that, since 1978...

when savings accounts were created...

the availabillty of funds deposlted has always been guaranteed.

The government maintains that there will not be losses.

Any money currently frozen...

will be fully reimbursed in twelve installments.

I feel the power... drunk... drunk...

I feel the courage, the impulse to go forth into the world...

to bear all of Earth's pain and pleasure...

to struggle against storms, to defy the wrath of lightning.

I... nothing.

Now... the whole of life...

The vault... the vault...

the clouds above me...

the pain...

red light.

Red beams of light whirl round my head.

From the vault springs the horror which grips me.

Life...

Life...

Life...

Though it cost me my life...

Though it cost me my life...

Pedro!

Alex! How are you? I was just thinking about you two.

I was thinking. What do you think we could make with this case?

A small stage! Miguel could come and jam with me...

What's wrong?

Come here.

Sit down.

- What's the matter? - I'm looking for somewhere to stay.

I thought you could help me.

- What about Miguel? - He's full of shit.

Alex, Alex...

I've a storage room, but it's a bit Spartan.

- Fine. - Stay here with me for a few days.

- But it's not really suitable... - No, it'll be fine. Please, Pedro.

- Please. - Okay, whatever you say.

Being on your own might help.

Look, I'm always here, if you need me.

Let's do this way:

nothing lasts forever, not even pain.

It would be great if it were, but it isn't.

Here are the keys. You'll need some money.

- No. - Oh, yes, you will.

Next...

Francisco Eizaguirre.

You're Francisco, right?

Okay, show us what you've rehearsed...

then we elaborate the points I reckon it's necessary.

Go on.

Please.

You may begin. Please... How long have we got?

You're Francisco,right? Show us first what you've...

Francisco Eizaguirre.

...which have prevailed in Brazil...

VIAJANTES HOTEL TUESDAY

Hi, Miguel. It's number five.

Five, number five. Thanks.

Hello. I'm Miguel.

Great, thanks a million.

And today's numberone song, March 19th, 1990...

once again is 'Pense em Mim', by Leandro & Leonardo.

With the compliments of the gentleman over there.

Not bad, huh?

A rarity amidst all these watered-down Paraguayan wares.

You know it already, don't you, young fellow?

Whisky is a man's best friend. It's the bottled version of a dog.

It's not mine. It's from Vinicius de Moraes.

But it's a good one.

My name is Igor. Igor Bentes Pena.

Francisco Eizaguirre.

- Pardon? - Francisco Eizaguirre.

Paco. Paco Eizaguirre.

Eizaguirre is...

Eizaguirre is...

- It's a Basque name! - Basque.

The tree of Guernica. How marvelous!

What a fascinating language, lost in time.

It's a language with no fixed origins...

it's a language with no literature...

persecuted by Franco.

Actually you only speak the language out of spite, right?

Come on, be honest!

What about this? Sure. That's San Sebastian.

- My mother came from there. - Really?

Congratulations. So you'll know it well. There's nowhere like it, huh?

I can't tell you, because I've never been there.

That's a shame, boy. It's so beautiful.

It's the only place in the world where the houses...

merge into the rocks. Look at this.

You must go visit it.

- I'll never get to see this place. - Why not? It's easy.

You go to Madrid, rent a car or take the bus.

Madrid, man? This is all I've got.

You're paying for the whisky, right?

Of course. As many as you like.

- What do you want from me? - Me?

Me? Nothing! Absolutely nothing! Come on, enjoy your drink. Go on.

You see this chair, Paco?

It isn't a chair.

It isn't a plate.

And this is not a table.

These are but relics. That's it.

Relics of the mother of an adventure!

The greatest adventure ever.

That one of the conquerors, the Aguirres!

"Ex-Aguirre"!

The adventure of sea voyages...

discovery, colonization...

of immigration. All the evidence is gathered here.

All of them!

Of course, not the big stuff, 'cause gold has gone a long time ago...

and hardly any diamonds are left.

These are the minor relics. Run of the mill stuff...

sweat from the ordinary man's brow.

Do you see what I mean, Paco?

And do you think anybody wants to be reminded of that?

Don't they? Why not?

Because memories disappeared with visionaries and with the gold...

with the Baroque statues, with Aleijadinho.

We live in the grip of mediocrity, my friend.

Amidst the traffic jams and shopping malls...

the fake modernity of ignorant yuppies...

Sydney Sheldon readers! It's the end of the world, Paco!

It's the end of the world!

San Sebastian, right?

My next sale to Spain, I'll make you deliver it.

Here's my card.

Call me.

- How's it going, André? - You got the money?

You get no more till you pay me back.

Listen. You're the one who'll owe me money.

- I've got some stuff to sell. - Sell?

So what is it? A souvenir of Bahia?

Quit kidding me, André.

- What kind of product? Isn't...? - No, no.

- Stones. - Stones?

That's no good. I don't know if I can handle them.

- Come on, André. - Give me some time.

Listen up. These gems are worth a fortune.

- I just need US$ 20,OOO. - US$ 20,OOO?

You think I'm the Bank of Portugal?

- Go fuck yourself. - Fuck you, too.

As I said, you wait. I'll get in touch with you.

- All right. - Now get lost. I got work to do.

US$ 20,OOO.

MARCH 25th, 1990

French silverware. Early 18th century.

- Vermeil. - Hot or cold?

Cold. From a catalog.

- What about this? - That's a surprise.

- We'll leave it for last. - Just a minute.

Hello? Eizaguirre!

It's a reasonable stuff. We can do business.

- US$ 5,OOO. - That's all?

No bill of sale. Take it or leave it.

Wait, you must be shitting me! It's worth more than US$ 10O,OOO.

I'm no beginner, bro. We're talking at least US$ 20,OOO.

- Take it or leave it. - Hey, come on!

Are we speaking the same language or what?

- You're the one who's selling? - That's right.

- Is it yours? - Yes.

It's Brazilian.

- How much? - US$ 3,OOO.

That's too much.

Brazilian passports are worth nothing.

US$ 30O, and no more.

- It's almost new! - But it's Brazilian.

Pedro, I'm out of here.

At last, Alex and I are leaving town.

Told you I'd make it one day, didn't I?

- What's going on? - Nothing, nothing.

I just have to go home, fetch my trumpet, find Alex...

and tonight, I'll be miles away.

- And does she know it? - No, not yet.

You know where she is, don't you?

You know. I can see it in your eyes! Come on, say it.

Come on.

I shouldn't be doing this.

But I'm soft-hearted.

You're a great guy.

I'll miss you, you know that?

I love you both too. Go on. Be strong. Get out of here.

Hey, we'll send you a postcard from Europe, right?

You'll have to get in Europe first.

Everything's okay with the passport?

Okay.

You're looking awful, my boy.

Let me see.

We'll sort that out. Otherwise, you won't pass the Customs.

- My jacket. - You look much smarter in that.

Look, you're off to Lisbon, okay? Not Madrid.

Lisbon?

The money you'll make will get you to San Sebastian in no time.

This is the hotel in Lisbon. Don't get mixed up.

Within 24 hours of your arrival, Miguel, one of my contacts...

will come for the bag. Here's US$ 10O...

for the cab. He'll give you the rest there.

Then it's off to Spain, right?

Alex?

Alex...

Hello, Miguel. Where's the package?

ARRIVAL

Come on, let's go. It's upstairs. Upstairs.

Our hotel's on the 2nd floor.

There are blacks boarding on the 3rd. They've nothing to do with us.

Come on, come on.

The door is locked at 11 p. m.

But I can give you the keys.

No, I'm not going out. I'm waiting for a friend.

Suit yourself.

Come in.

Thank you.

No reply from this São Paulo number. Try anothertime.

Thank you.

Shit, Igor, where have you gone, man?

Sorry, by any chance do you have a safe place to keep my bag?

Sure, no problem.

Don't worry about it. Your friend didn't show up, then?

No, he didn't.

Are you looking for Miguel, the Brazilian dude?

I know where he crashes. I'll take you there, if you want.

No, thanks. He's supposed to meet me at the hotel.

Hey, dude, are you afraid of me? This ain't São Paulo or Rio!

I'm not gonna mess with you. It's real close.

Come on, Brazilian. It's right here.

See?

It's that building on the corner.

I'll stay here. I don't much care for pigs.

Police?

Thank you.

Get out! Get out! Get out!

What can you do with these Brazilians?

No reply. Nobody answers at this Brazilian number.

That stiff looked like Miguel. Was it really him?

- I guess so. - That's wild.

- It only happens to Brazilians. - What? People are dying all over.

- Blade or a bullet? - I don't know, man.

The dude was cool.

He often came to the hotel to collect packages from Brazil.

Very fishy, I reckon.

Or they wouldn't have wasted him.

But you brought a package to Miguel? Poor bastard.

Brazilians don't worry about death or violence.

- This sort of thing. - Give me a break, man!

Listen, I'm from Angola. Back home, they shot half the population.

- What's your name, I'm sorry? - Loli.

- My name's Loli. - Loli?

See you around.

Poor bastard.

It's cheaper by bus.

To Madrid, it comes to 12,50O escudos.

I can book you a seat from Madrid to San Sebastian.

It should cost around 8,OOO escudos.

- Shall I book it? - No, thank you.

It works like this.

- Careful, it's not a toy. - Okay.

I'll put it here, all right?

- Where are you going? Stay here. - How can anyone get used to this?

How will I manage? I'll never touch him or speak to him again.

How do you deal with that?

Strangely enough, we survive even to this.

- I'll kill them. - No, you won't anybody!

How could I have let him do it? I was there.

He did what he had to do. How could you know?

I knew. He told me he was going to sell the package.

And I, like a fool, went and left him alone completely confused.

Stop it! Stop! You did nothing wrong.

How could he have been so stupid?

Stay here with me, Alex.

You're my guardian angel, you know that?

Bye.

- Where are you going to go? - I don't know, Pedro.

Can I help you?

I'd like some information. Do you buy musical instruments?

No, I just sell books and sheet music. I'm sorry.

Didn't you order a violin?

Me? No, you must be mistaken. I sell books and sheet music. Sorry.

Do you know Miguel de Moraes?

Miguel de Moraes? No, never heard of him.

- A tall guy, with long hair. - It doesn't ring a bell.

Are you sure? He's Brazilian.

Is this your first time in Portugal? Let me give you some advice.

This isn't the right place to find anyone.

It's the ideal place to lose someone or to get lost.

Enjoy your stay.

Hello? It's room 4 again.

- Nothing. - Nothing? Thanks.

Nothing, nothing, nothing! Fucking hell!

Who is it?

I'd like to talk to you.

- Who are you? - Sorry for the intrusion...

I had nothing to do with this! I swear it.

- Keep away! Stay way! - Take it easy!

- Stop! - Take it easy!

- Stop! - Don't shoot!

- Stay where you are! - I'm not who you think I am.

I don't even know you.

Jesus!

- What are you doing here? - I saw you come in.

- Have you been following me? - I'm looking for a guy named Alex.

- Alex? - Alex.

- What do you want him for? - To meet him.

- What do you want him for? - Do you know him?

Answer me!

- They gave me this address. - Who did?

Miguel.

- You killed Miguel, son of a bitch! - He was dead when I got there!

- I found this on the stairs! - I don't know who Alex is!

- I have a package for him. - I don't know who Alex is!

Go! I'm going to shoot. Go! I'm going to shoot.

Get out of here!

I am Alex.

I'll be right back, okay?

- Yes? - Hello, Pedro?

Alex.

- We're here. - Sure the bag's at the hotel?

Yes. Please,Pedro.

All right. I'll go.

- Was it always here? - Mostly, yes.

How long did Miguel wait?

A few hours. It depended on the buyer.

Shouldn't we have brought the violin?

This is the first contact. Cool it, will you?

Do you know where we are?

At the very tip of Europe.

This...

is the end.

It took courage to cross this ocean 50O years ago.

They thought paradise was somewhere over there.

The poor Portuguese.

They ended up discovering Brazil.

Why are you laughing?

Can you hear a car?

- Is it them? - I don't know.

Are those the guys?

I've never seen them.

Where the fuck are they? I'm freezing.

Let's get out of here.

The next bus leaves tomorrow morning.

This is a joke?

No.

We can sleep over there.

Are you cold?

Come closer.

Alex?

Alex?

Alex!

Alex!

Alex!

Alex! Alex!

- Where are you going? - Back to Lisbon. Nobody showed up.

- You were gonna leave me! - You're hurting me!

Nobody showed up. There's nothing else I can do. It's over.

And forget about last night. It was a mistake, okay?

Who are you? Who do you think you are?

I'm nobody. And you are even less than that.

The other nobody was killed three days ago.

Don't you see what you got yourself into?

Listen, just go! Disappear! Go back to Brazil!

Go back? I'm not coming back. I don't want and I can't go back.

I'm owed money, and you know how I can get it.

- Me? - Don't just go like that!

Look, I'm not your mother!

I get off here.

- Thanks for your help. - I didn't help you.

Your friend was here. He paid your bill.

My friend?

- Where's the bag? - He took it.

He said he'd come for the package replacing Miguel.

Now I'm worried. Shouldn't I have let him take the bag?

I don't know. Did he leave me anything?

No, but there's a phone message for you.

That must be from him.

'Change of plans. Meet Mr. Kraft tonight...

at 9 p. m., at the Machado, 17,Atalaia. '

Good morning. May I speak to Loli?

Loli? Door.

Hey, Brazilian, what do you want?

I need to talk to you.

Talk to me?

Come on in.

Shut the door. Why did you bring honkie in here?

Loli, I've told you before. You play with whites, you get trouble.

I've told you before.

- Chill out. - Chill out what?

She started it all. She ate me.

- What do you mean? - She "ate" me.

- She ate you? - She...

Ah, I see, Brazilian, so she ate you!

Well, I'll go out tonight and dine on some chick!

You're really something!

And they call us cannibals!

- Ate you... - She ate me...

and, the morning after, she acted like we'd never met.

Since I've been here, the weirdest things keep happening.

What did you expect from Lisbon, Brazilian?

I don't know. At least to discover something.

After all, they set out from here to discover the whole world.

Portugal?

It takes them three hours to cross that fucking bridge!

I gotta go. But...

if all goes well, I'll buy you a cognac later.

Okay. And something to eat.

- No eating, just drinking. - Got it.

Got it.

It was by God's will

That I live in such anguish

That all the suns are mine

That nostalgias all mine

It was by God's will

What is a"fado"? A burning destiny?

Precisely.

"Fado" means fade.

Good evening.

Are you Paco?

Please sit down.

- Do you speak English? - No.

French?

You translate. Tell him about the problems we've had.

He knows you arrived a few days ago, but we had some problems in Lisbon.

These problems have been duly eliminated.

So, where's the order?

- The order? - The package you brought us.

In a safe place.

Tell him we'll go and get it. And pay him now.

We'll go and get it right away.

Mr. Kraft brought you a little something for the rest of your trip.

Something wrong?

No, none. But...

how do I know you're the guys I should be dealing with?

I didn't speak to Igor. All I got was a message.

He's got the goods, but he wants confirmation from Igor.

He's a smart boy.

Mr. Kraft says you're a smart boy.

- Eizaguirre. - Igor!

Good evening, Mr. Kraft.

He won't give us the stuff without your authorization.

Good old Paco.

What a mix-up, my boy. But now everything is fine.

I just need to see my home again...

and listen to a beautiful "fado".

- I tried to reach you in Brazil. - I figured it out...

but it's better this way, in the flesh.

And you, Paco, huh? Are you Santiago-bound?

San Sebastian.

- Where are the goods? - In a violin.

- Where's the violin? - In a violin...

- Safe. - Perfect. Let's drink to that.

What would you like to drink?

Carlos?

Cognac.

What a memory. I never forget, see?

Waiter, please.

- I have to go to the restroom. - Not now. Now's not the time.

Come one, tell me more. Isn't it fascinating to see Brazil from here?

Yes, fascinating.

What about a violin? Didn't he know what he was carrying?

Of course not. He's as innocent as a newborn baby.

The goods are stashed in the case of a Stradivarius.

- Stradivarius? - Brand new, of course.

It's a private joke for a friend.

- "I feel my power increasing. " - Waiter.

- "I feel my power increasing. " - One cognac and two whiskies.

"I'm on fire, as if I had drunk new wine.

- I feel the courage... " - What's that, Paco?

"... world's pain and pleasure, to struggle against storms...

...to defy the wrath of lightning. " - Wait, wait.

"Clouds gather above me. The moon mists over, the lamp fades away.

I'll rise...

though it cost me my life. "

- Where's the bag? - What bag?

You stole the violin. Don't fuck with me! You knew Miguel's scheme.

- You're all screwed up. - Angolan bastard!

Stupid! White trash! You gotta be kidding!

Are you dumb?

What did you come here for? Go ask for your friends!

I told you not to get involved in their white shit!

Blacks with blacks, whites with whites.

- That white sucker's dead! - He's dead.

I lost him, but Carlos will get him.

I doubt it, Igor.

Don't worry, he won't get far.

You're the one who should be worried.

You're right. I'll sort it out.

You'd better. Because, last time, we had to sort it out.

You know what your problem is?

You steal this cheap stuff in that shitty country...

then hire cheapskates to deliver it.

Wait at your hotel.

I'll bring you the goods.

Igor... you really are a clown.

Go with him.

Alex!

Alex!

Alex! Alex, open this door! I know she's in there!

Let me in now!

Open the door! I'll break the fucking door down!

Open this shit!

Alex!

What time is this to come calling?

Open this fucking door!

- Let him in, Pedro. - Alex!

Let me in, goddammit!

Easy, easy! I'm coming. Easy.

Where's the violin, bitch?

There's no violin anymore.

Come here!

Let go of me, you bastard!

Are you happy now?

- Where's the fucking violin? - I gave it away.

- You what? - I gave it away.

You sold it?

I didn't sell it. I gave it away.

I nearly died because of you! And I got fucked up by the Angolans.

- I told you: go home to Brazil! - You keep saying that.

Right from the start, you wanted to fuck me up!

I gave away the violin to fuck Igor up, dickhead!

Igor's in Lisbon, you bitch!

Get lost, man. Just go out of here.

- Can you get the violin back? - No, leave me alone!

- Who did you give it to? - I don't know, just go!

Alex, they'll kill you. And me too. Don't you get it?

I don't know how to find the guy. Just go away. Go away.

I want to die here.

- We're leaving. - What?

Do you have a car?

- Yes, but it's... - Keys.

- Money as well. - No.

No, he's right. I'll give you some money. You'll need it.

That's all I have.

The car's out front.

- Where will you go? - Spain.

I sold my passport.

No, calm down. Easy, now. We can solve this problem.

You'll have to cross... Where did I put the map?

Look. Head north, through the villages. The customs hardly check.

There's a village called Boa Vista. Don't forget the name.

- Remember: Boa Vista. - Forgive me, Pedro.

We're all mixed up in this. It was my fault too.

I've had enough of this. I want to go back to my books.

Go now! Go, go!

Pedro, Igor's here. If he finds out you helped me...

I know he's here.

I'll look after Igor. I know him well.

No, we saw no-one.

I told you he was trouble.

- The crazy kid likes him. - Crazy's right!

- Why cover his ass? - What's your problem?

My problem is: you love the white kid!

What are you saying? It's simple: have you seen the Brazilian?

- We saw no-one. - Who gives a shit about him!

Let the whites sort out their own shit!

You seem to know what's going on. Spit it out, or you'll be deported.

Deported! My ass!

We're all clean, all of us! We're legal!

- This country's a shithole! - Get off our backs!

Why don't you ask the hotel porter?

Are you going to be deported? Come on, man!

It was a Portuguese man about your age.

A little smaller, maybe. Black hair receding...

with bushy eyebrows.

The intellectual type.

With round glasses, like Fernando Pessoa.

No. It can't be.

If I don't make it over the border, you carry on. I take care of myself.

I've known every inch of this face for thirty years.

Every line.

It's strange.

Now I realize I don't know you any more.

How could you do that to me?

The violin was a tribute to you.

And now?

How can I ever forgive you, Pedro?

I don't know.

Did you fall in love with her?

To think that I introduced her to you. What a fool I've been.

- Can you shoot? - No, I hate guns.

Be careful with that, Alex.

Point it the other way.

- I told you not to play with it! - I'm sorry.

- I can't hear a thing! - I've put it away.

There was no car coming behind us. I can't believe in you!

Please, Pedro, spit it out.

You can't take much more.

Look at the rain. Damn it.

And we're still miles away.

Look, we've only come this far.

- Give me that. - Wait. Be careful.

What do you want? I'll look it up for you.

Look for a town called San Sebastian, in Spain.

- San Sebastian? - Up north, near France.

Look, here it is. San Sebastian.

- That's where I'm going. - There?

What for? What will you do there?

Look around... on someone else's behalf.

I don't want to look at anything any more.

I just want to go home.

And where is home?

Good question.

Not here, that's for sure.

I don't know. Moema, Duque de Caixas, Mooca.

I'd even live beneath the overpass Minhocão.

I used to live just in front of it.

Really? Sorry, I didn't mean to insult you.

What day is today?

Today is the 31st. No, it's the 1st of April.

It had to be. What else? April Fool's Day.

It's been two weeks since my mother died.

It seems more like ten years.

I can't even remember her last day.

I can't remember what she was wearing.

I wonder if we forget that on purpose?

I don't know.

I don't remember her dress. Alex...

close your eyes and tell me what I'm wearing.

Come on, Paco, stop it.

Go on. Close your eyes, Alex.

- I don't know, a polka-dot skirt. - That's what you're wearing.

Close your eyes. It's no big deal. We've got a long way to go.

All right.

You're wearing leather boots, no, shoes.

Check pants...

which are hideous! I don't know where you bought them.

Wait, you're wearing a white shirt underneath...

and a green pullover.

And a navy-blue striped jacket. Am I right?

- The jacket's not yours, is it? - No.

I knew it. It's far too big.

Man, you are so badly dressed!

You make this funny noise when you laugh.

- Paco, how old are you? - Twenty-one.

God, I'm definitely growing old.

- Are we there? - No, I'm dead tired.

- So let me drive. - No way. You're too sleepy.

It's dark to find Boa Vista now.

Lie down.

Paco?

Paco.

- Seen that? - Yeah, it's great.

- It looks like a whale. - We could land up here, too.

We could.

Let's go to San Sebastian, Paco.

Well, according to him, it should be around here.

Let's see.

There. Boa Vista.

Spain! Oh, Spain! Thank God!

There's a sign there. Coruña, Valencia, eighteen kilometers.

Wait, I think there's police at the border. Pull over.

Shit! We'll have to wait for them to go.

- Have you any money left? - A little.

- Let's grab a bite. I'm starving. - Let's go.

- I never thought you were like this. - Well, I was like this.

I mean, I am like this.

Oh,yes

I'm so tired

But not enough to say I'm leaving

Iwander down every road

And I'm going to take that old ship

My honey,baby

I don't need much money, thank God

And It doesn't matter, honey

My honey,baby

There I was in the middle of the restaurant. Nobody understood.

- Suddenly the words just came out. - No!

- I wish I'd seen Igor's face. - That's it, man.

You surprised me, Paco.

But not you. You did everything I would expect of you.

Good morning. Will the gentlemen eat as well?

No, we're leaving in a moment.

I have a delivery to do. And I usually keep my promises.

Where's the violin?

In the trunk of the car.

And the keys?

In Alex's bag.

We have a score to settle.

Where are the stones that you and Miguel stole?

Look what you've done to my friend Pedro.

Paco!

Paco!

Paco!

Paco!

Paco... Shit! Come on. Come on.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Come on.

- I'm so glad you're here, Alex. - Don't talk. Press hard your belly!

Press hard your belly!

Paco?

Paco! Don't fall asleep! Paco!

Paco, don't fall asleep! Paco!

BORDER

Paco...

Paco, don't fall asleep. I'm taking you home.

Paco...

Paco...

Don't sleep, my love, we're going home. Okay?

Maybe I'll come back

One day I'll come back who can say?

But I've got to forget her

I've got to

Oh,yes

I'm so tired

But not enough to say

I'm leaving

I'm taking you home, my love.

I'm taking you home, okay?

Iwander

Down every road

And I'm going to take that old ship

One day, Paco, we'll make it home.

I promise you that, one day,

- I don't need - I'll take you home, my love.

Much money, thank God And It doesn't matter

- And It doesn't matter - I don't need

Much money, thank God

Oh,my honey,baby

Baby

Honey,baby

Oh,my honey,baby

Oh,my honey,baby Baby,baby,baby,baby

Honey,honey,baby

EXIT

Oh,yes

I'm so tired

But not enough to say

That I don't believe you anymore

Wearing my red pants

My GeneraI's jacket

Full of rings

Iwander

Down every road

And I'm going to take that old ship

I don't need

Much money, thank God

And It doesn't matter,honey

Oh,my honey,baby

Baby

Honey,baby

Oh,my honey,baby

Oh,my honey Baby,baby,baby,baby

Honey,honey,baby

Oh,yes

I'm so tired

But not enough to say

I'm leaving

Maybe I'll come back

One day I'll come back

Who can say?

But I've got to forget her

I've got to

Oh,my big one

Oh,my llttle one

Oh,my big one

Obsession

Oh,my honey,baby

Baby

Honey,baby

Oh,my honey,honey,baby

Oh,my honey Baby,baby,baby,baby

Honey,honey,baby