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There is too much danger in life for those in love,

especially when the moon suddenly appears

and hangs in the sky as if forgotten.

And if to the moonlight a certain song is joined,

then one must take care,

for there must be a woman nearby.

Come on.

F�o!

Hey, F�o!

Damn.

F�o!

Or-fe-u.

It's me, Ru�o.

We're here.

Ah, give me a break, kid.

I'm busy.

But you promised.

Tomorrow!

It's gotta be today, F�o!

But I make the sun rise every day.

Forget it; he's lying.

Oh, for Christ's sake!

Look out there.

Here it comes.

It was good, wasn't it, baby?

With all your work on Carnival,

I'm surprised you have the energy.

F�o!

It's gonna go down, F�o!

Or-fe-u!

Keep playing, or the sun will go down.

Okay, okay.

Don't talk; play.

Come back to bed, baby.

Don't you have to pick up your money

at the magazine, Mira?

Did you write that song for me?

I don't think so.

For who then?

I don't know.

For no one.

I want to know who you wrote that song for.

You'll wake up my parents.

Good morning, Concei��o.

Did you hear Orfeu playing?

It was him.

And who else could it be, Inacio?

It offends even God that he plays guitar so well.

Leave God out of it, woman.

It was a new song.

A bit sad.

I haven't seen him up so early in a long time.

He hasn't had time to sleep.

He's got company.

I saw Mira arrive.

I'm going.

Don't leave your pajamas inside out!

It's bad luck.

Your mother will die.

Mine died a long time ago.

Just the same.

What are you writing how?

Nothing.

"Beat it. Beat it..."

Is it another poem for me?

Yeah, it's for you.

Mira, I think you'd better go home.

I've got something to do before rehearsal.

It's gonna be a long day.

I made a vow that the parade would turn out well.

Everything I do turns out well.

A lot of people at the Samba School think this story.

Did you know there are stars that died ten billion years ago

but we still see their light?

That makes me think...

there must be a star out there that's already been born

and shines brighter than all the others,

but its light hasn't made it here yet.

It was lucky I picked you up at the airport,

'cause I live right where you're going.

I was done with my shift anyway.

I worked like a son of a bitch all night.

Sorry.

The tank's almost filled.

You came to Rio for Carnival?

No.

My daughter likes Carnival.

I hate it.

Carnival is for bums, for people too lazy to work.

You're sure you know someone on the Carioca Hill?

The Voice of the Hill plays what's happening!

Good morning, Carioca Hill!

The Voice of the Hill is on the air!

A big hello from Mister Zoy, the brain terrorist,

on this Carnival Saturday.

We're gonna play rap, Brazilian style!

It's Carnival, brothers,

and here comes the Carioca Samba School!

All the best, Orfeu!

Let's get it on!

Peace, everybody!

All these letters are for Orfeu.

What's up, man?

I'll try on my costume at rehearsal.

Carioca Hill, it's me, Mr. Zoy,

the brain terrorist!

Here comes the Carioca Samba School!

Just repeat my question before answering, okay?

Ready?

Almost!

My son wrote that samba.

We won last year with it-- second year in a row.

Are those fireworks or gunshots?

Fireworks...for now.

What's happening?

You know what?

You're about to get something better

than an interview about Carnival.

Sounds like a soccer stadium!

It lets them know we're here.

Quick, guys, the worms are on their way up.

Everybody run!

Where's Lucinho?

Is anybody gonna tell me where Lucinho is?

What about Lucinho, P.C.?

He's safe!

Hurry up, Be Happy!

Hands on your head!

On your fucking head!

Who was he, Stallone?

I don't know, but if he ran, he must be up to something.

Where's your fucking ID?

You got a receipt for this?

Check this out.

There must be 20 bags of coke in here.

The world is full of poor people.

If I were the government, I'd sterilize them all.

Then there'd be less people dying of hunger.

That's for sure.

Get inside the house, girl!

Yes, sir.

You're new around here, aren't you?

Sergeant Pacheco!

Where's Lucinho?

Sergeant Pacheco!

We got one.

Check it out.

Peanuts.

I know this one.

He's Ribamar's son.

Worthless trash.

Little shit!

It's like I was trying to tell him--

I didn't ask you a fucking thing!

The Great Orfeu!

Let Piaba go, Sergeant Pacheco.

You know he's not a dealer, sir.

No need to "sir" me, Orfeu.

My mother always taught me to respect the police.

Are you going to let him go?

If I was selling,

I wouldn't have just one bag on me, right?

What'd you say?

No, he's got a point.

Drug dealers and junkies are all the same shit.

You're going to finish him off at the station.

Finish him off?

Last week, dealers from this hill

burnt one of my informants alive.

It's in all the papers.

Listen; the fireworks stopped, Sergeant.

The sons of bitches must all be hidden in the woods.

Okay, the kid stays, Ribamar.

After all, it's the first time we've caught him fucking up.

You'd better pray it's the last.

Orfeu!

What're you still doing in this slum,

in the middle of all this garbage?

We're back.

Things have cooled.

The Voice of the Hill for peace!

Whose X9 are you?

What?

X9, stool pigeon, tattletale, informer.

Mister, do you know a Miss Carmen?

Mister?

I dropped out in fifth grade, babe.

My name's Michael,

a tribute my old lady paid to the great Michael Jackson.

Who you looking for?

An aunt of mine from Acre.

Acre's in Amazonas, isn't it?

It's close.

But Acre is Acre and Amazonas is Amazonas.

From Acre, it can only be Carmen.

Yo, Mrs. Concei��o!

The lady's delivered.

Go on, boy!

Your niece is pretty, Carmen.

Distant niece.

I didn't ask her to come.

I can't support anyone.

If she wants to stay, she'll have to find a job.

During Carnival?

Let the girl have some fun first.

Euridice...

I thought you were still a child.

She told me she came by plane.

When I came from Bahia, around your age,

it was in an old bus.

Took me three days to get here.

What was it like to fly?

Nothing special.

I bet this girl's never even set foot outside her hometown.

Then she must be amazed by Rio.

I haven't really seen it yet.

Shut up, dog.

If you don't stop barking,

I'll have you stewed for dinner.

This is my son.

Euridice.

This is Guanabara Bay.

And that's Sugarloaf.

This is where Orfeu plays guitar.

His guitar belonged to his dad.

Here is where he gets inspiration.

Even when it's raining?

Ah, it's a summer shower.

It comes suddenly and without warning.

Then it's gone, just like love.

Mom.

I was just dreaming about you.

Dreaming?

It was me for real.

This is Euridice, Carmen's niece.

She lost her father and will be staying with her aunt a while.

And your mother?

She died when I was born.

I gotta go to the Samba School rehearsal soon.

That's where we do all the costumes, the floats.

It's cool.

If you'd like to see it--

I don't like Carnival.

But you've never seen one.

Once I was a cunha poranga.

A what?

It's an Amazonian Indian word.

It means "the prettiest girl" at the festival.

Up in Amazonas, right?

No, in Acre.

Of course, Acre.

Home of Indians and pink dolphins.

Red. The dolphin is red.

And that huge river.

The Tarauaca River.

Have you been there?

To Acre? What for?

It's spectacular.

Spectacular?

Nobody goes to Acre.

It's the end of the world.

Who knows if it even exists.

I'll tell my mom to make you a costume

So you can parade with us on Monday.

Mrs. Concei��o got enough to do.

And who says I want to parade?

Look at that!

I had them put it there so you won't get lost.

We live right under his armpit.

I really like your eyes.

They economize words.

Here I am!

Mano sent someone to look for you.

They're all waiting at rehearsal.

Did you know Acre is spectacular?

What are you reading there, Maestro Inacio?

I'm not maestro of anything.

It's the story of Cain and Abel.

Praise the Lord.

Mankind began with one brother being more loved than the other.

Only love brings happiness.

Happiness is a fridge full of beans and beer

with the cold medicine sitting on top.

Get a grip, Mr. Fumanchu.

Hey, there's the new chick!

Leave her alone.

Why, Carmen?

She yours?

You gonna mess with Orfeu's woman?

What's the big deal with Orfeu?

Of course, you'd know best.

It's his big dick, right?

Hey, Lucinho!

Who knows if Orfeu's got a big dick?

P.C.'s got a big one.

When he was a kid, his father made him do porn films.

Check out Pacheco on TV, man!

Crank up the sound, Jap!

The police raided Carioca Hill in search of drug dealers

but instead beat several innocent residents.

I owe a lot to Lucinho.

He helps me out when things are bad,

when I'm out of work and money.

You know my TV?

He gave it to me.

Are you shocked?

Me? No.

I won't be staying long, Auntie.

There's no future here.

Future...

Sorry.

What're you talking about, honey?

My dad worked in the gold mines, but he never found much.

What he left me paid for the airplane ticket

and this dress I bought for Carnival.

I've almost nothing left, but it was worth it.

I've always dreamed of flying.

Do you like my dress?

It's spectacular, honey.

Where do you want to go?

Wherever you want.

Some place lively.

This is just a rehearsal.

Lurdes is the best dancer here.

She's lucky.

She doesn't live in the slum anymore.

She only shows up for Carnival.

Where do they make the costumes and floats?

Going so soon, Deise?

She's beautiful, Mano!

The cameras will eat her up.

She'll get a part in a soap opera.

You'll be rolling in money, girl.

Money's not everything.

Get real!

It's Ritinha's first parade.

She's the new flag bearer because she's Mira's cousin.

Who's Mira?

Orfeu's girlfriend.

I mean, current girlfriend.

Almost everyone here's been his girlfriend.

You too?

I was the first woman he ever had.

Orfeu was just a child.

Look who's here.

I thought you didn't like Carnival.

Carmen invited me for a walk.

She's been real nice to me.

People of the Hill are always hospitable.

Let's get out of here.

Too late.

It's your Mira, baby.

My first magazine cover.

It's your fianc�e, baby!

Fianc�e?

My mistake.

This one's his fianc�e.

It's your Mira on the cover!

Hey, where you going?

You must want to talk to me, Sergeant Pacheco.

That TV report was your idea, wasn't it?

We'll talk about it later.

I have to...

Excuse me, mister, could you tell me...

Mister? Again?

I'm trying to find my way home.

If I mess with the city's greatest samba composer,

the press will hound me, the politicians will hound me.

I'll never live in peace again.

Sergeant Pacheco, I gotta go.

You're untouchable, Orfeu.

Especially now, oh Carnival's eve.

Get away!

I hate immigrants; they're worthless.

Well, I'm getting out, okay?

I carried that boy in my arms.

Who?

Lucinho.

My old buddy Bento, Lucinho's father,

before he died, God rest his soul,

he asked me to take care of his son.

But he also told me to finish him off

if the son of a bitch became a dealer.

Can I go now?

Soon I'll go back up the Hill.

The police are the only thing

the government ever sends up the Hill.

But this time I'm going to wipe out the scum for good.

And whoever survives, my poet, I'll drag down to the station,

order their livers cooked, and feed them to the homeless.

Orfeu!

I'll take care of Lucinho and anyone else that gets in my way,

even if that someone happens to be named Orfeu da Concei��o.

No one knows where a stray bullet comes from anyway, right?

This time, stay out of it, my poet!

It's M-A-Y-K-O-L-L.

Michael.

A tribute my old lady paid to Michael Jordan,

the basketball player.

You know him?

Got any cash?

Are you going to mug me?

No, no.

I just need a loan.

I did that.

You fired this shot?

I'm talking about the painting.

Beautiful!

Just for kicks.

What do you do for a living?

Well, I'm 100% into everything that's happening,

but at the moment, I'm at a standstill.

I'm meditating.

You could paint pictures for people's houses.

Yeah, but I really want to be a banker.

Or an astronaut.

You left without saying good-bye.

In that case, good-bye.

I need to talk to you, boss.

I saw these sneakers on TV, but I'm short on cash.

I've been saving. They're made of this great leather.

Well, I hope you could, bro. You're Orfeu, aren't you?

If I ask Lucinho, he'll give it to me.

My father's crowd.

He was a drum corps maestro before he converted.

I couldn't do anything right all day.

My mind was divided between Carnival and you.

I don't know how to share what's mine.

Happy Carnival.

And Easter and Christmas and New Year!

You want to know something?

I've learned to like only those who like me.

And the rest don't know what they're missing.

I'm better than that pink dolphin.

The dolphin is red.

If women were such a good thing, God would have one.

How can I see you tomorrow?

It's that way.

Why is this man bothering me?

Tell me, God!

You called?

I'm joking.

Well, I'm home.

You won't even invite me in for coffee?

People of the Hill are always hospitable.

You're done.

You wouldn't share what's yours even with Carnival?

Good night.

You really don't want me to parade on Monday?

I didn't say that.

Euridice.

Go away; you don't need me.

There are lots of women chasing you already.

All you have to do is this.

I want to see you.

Let me in.

No.

It's me, Orfeu.

Big deal.

Just for a minute.

A minute is not enough.

Orfeu?

We'll talk tomorrow.

We'll see each other tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

After rehearsal?

Be patient with me, Orfeu.

Tomorrow!

Go away, Lady Moon.

Scram, get lost.

I'm sending for the sun so dawn can come earlier

and deliver Euridice into my arms.

I want nothing to do with you, Lady Moon.

Go, beat it, disappear.

Everything okay, Orfeu?

Thanks for saving Piaba's ass.

I didn't do it for you.

Yes, you did.

Piaba joined us three days ago.

Thanks for saving my life, Orfeu.

Who said it's saved?

I sent a donation to the Samba School.

They said you didn't accept it.

I didn't want it.

You take donations from all the local businessmen.

Why not from me?

I'm a businessman too.

I don't want a damn thing from you guys.

Our money stinks, brother?

I'm not your brother.

That's what you used to call me when we were kids--

"my brother."

Pacheco came to see me at rehearsal.

He wants you gone, Lucinho.

My godfather is a stubborn man, but he's a real man.

Get out, man.

Get off this hill while there's time.

And do what?

Become a garbage man or a janitor

and scrub other people's toilets

and die deep in shit just like my old man?

At my age, I've already bought a house for my mom and brothers.

You won't live long, Lucinho.

But I'll live well.

You're successful.

Why haven't you left this slum?

You're the second person to ask me that today.

I'm starting to think you all want to get rid of me.

So why haven't you left?

Because I want everybody to see that to do well in life,

they don't have to be like you.

If I had your knack for music...

You sing like shit, my friend.

But there are some things I can do better

than anyone else.

Wanna try?

A new samba, Orfeu?

Yes.

They come one after another.

You're inspired, aren't you?

I am.

Wow, how exciting.

Reminds me of a samba of yours called "Mira."

Remember?

It was nice.

I'm out of here.

What's up with you and this hick?

Go home, Mira.

I know everything, dammit!

No, you don't.

Excuse me, Mira.

You son of a bitch!

I'll kill that slut!

I'll send her to rot in hell!

Orfeu!

Oh, baby.

It's me; look.

Sea beneath the sky, city in the light, my world,

song that I wrote, everything's changed.

Now it is you.

Orfeu can't live without me.

He loves me.

He wrote this song for me.

For me.

My woman, my love, my place,

Before you came, it was all yearning.

My silent song in the air

now makes your name the city sky.

Did you just wake up? Or haven't you slept?

Orfeu's eyes shine like the sun.

I've never seen them shine like this before.

Mind your own business.

What time is it?

The sun is about to rise.

As of tomorrow,

I won't come home until Carnival's over.

Then, on Ash Wednesday,

you'll have to find somewhere else to live.

You can't stay here anymore.

The sun in my heart rises.

I no longer live or die in vain.

I am more me because I am you.

Why bother?

I can't dance the samba.

I've never even tried.

Don't worry.

Why's it always Orfeu's way?

It was an accident.

What's up, babe?

You wanna come?

Where?

For God's sake, Lucinho!

For God's sake.

Tell them, Deise.

It was you who wanted to.

That's a lie!

My daughter was crying when I found them in the woods.

Let's carry out the law.

Law?

What fucking law is this?

Jump over the edge, Pedro.

Then everybody will know you died like a man.

Not like a man... like an angel.

The guy shit in his pants.

Chicken shit!

I've known you since you were a kid.

We were neighbors.

I saw you grow up!

You've got one minute to choose.

Either you jump or you burn.

It's Superman or the Human Torch.

Deise, tell them.

Tell them how much we love each other.

Tell them how it all happened.

Please, for the love of God.

For our love.

Daddy.

You shut your mouth!

I work hard to support my family.

Then along comes a--

A son of a bitch!

The son of a bitch here is me!

I'm the son of a bitch!

It's over, isn't it?

You just wanted to scare me.

Right, Lucinho?

Thirty seconds.

Stop it!

You can't do that to him.

The guy raped the girl.

So give him to the police.

You decide.

Guess the hand with the coin, and Pedro goes to the cops.

If not, tough luck.

His life is in your hands.

The show's over.

The body will be buried standing up to save space.

I need money for my wife's medicine, Mr. Lucinho.

She's still in bed.

It was horrible.

I just heard.

And no one did anything.

They just watched.

It'll never change.

It'll always be like this.

You get used to it.

No.

My father died in a gold mine with a bullet in his mouth.

Euridice.

I know what you mean, but what can I do alone?

Here on the Hill, everyone's afraid of them.

Understand?

And down there, to those in the city,

poor folks and criminals are the same.

Stop for a second!

You're always running from me.

The Hill's losing one of its best.

Mrs. Sheila's leaving, and the crew knows why.

Things heat up,

and innocent people get caught in the crossfire.

Later, Mrs. Sheila, Mr. Macedo, J�ssica.

All the best from Mr. Zoy.

For peace.

Come with me.

Lucinho!

Lucinho!

Where's Lucinho?

What do you want with him?

Where is the guy?

To what do I owe the honor?

If you don't get off the Hill by Ash Wednesday, Lucinho,

I'll get rid of you, man.

What the hell, buddy?

Buddy my ass!

I'm no buddy of yours!

Carnival's here, right?

I'll make the Samba School kick ass again this year.

The parade we'll give tomorrow, no one will ever forget.

We're rooting for you.

Then after Carnival, with the whole city,

the whole country looking at us,

at me,

I'll make big trouble for you.

I'll find a way to get you out of here.

It's over, Lucinho.

Now it's up to me.

And how many machine guns you got there, pal?

I'll finish you off without firing a single shot.

That's not fair.

To finish you off, we'd have to fire a few.

I'm untouchable, Be Happy--

especially during Carnival.

The deadline's Ash Wednesday.

That guy could fuck things up.

We can't touch Orfeu.

Everyone would turn against us if anything happened to him.

If it happened up here.

But down there, on the street,

there's people everybody knows who are pissed at him.

They could take the blame.

If you play with snakes, brother, you're gonna get bit.

You're crazy.

Where you going?

You're broke, alone.

Go check your floats, Orfeu.

Everything's under control.

Why'd you have to provoke Lucinho?

To impress you.

No, it's that life can be better.

At least a little better.

Nothing will ever change.

Yes, it will. I'm sure of it.

Why?

Because I want it to.

You're so beautiful in your costume.

Leave me alone.

You don't need me.

Let me take care of my life.

You're the big shot of the Hill, the king of Carnival.

What else do you want to fall from the sky?

The sky.

I love you!

Orfeu!

They always fly around here.

You were very brave.

Brave?

With Lucinho.

Ah, so you really liked it.

Where'd you learn to kiss like this?

In Acre.

In the middle of the jungle?

Watching TV.

You didn't--

You were--

You had never--

It was my first time.

Mine too.

Liar.

It felt like it was.

Orfeu?

Yes?

She might show up.

Auntie Carmen?

Put your clothes on.

You really don't know how to share what's yours, do you?

Let's get away from here.

Let's go soon and far.

"Answer, it's me!"

Hello?

Orfeu?

I've spent my life waiting for you

without even knowing I was waiting.

It's as if I didn't exist before I met you.

The sun's rising.

Did you sleep?

Tonight, after the parade, I'll come for you,

and we'll go away for good, just you and I.

Forever.

Good-bye.

Orfeu?

As you wish.

Nothing.

I just had to hear your voice again.

I'll see you later, Orfeu.

I'm not Orfeu anymore.

Orfeu is Euridice now; they're one and the same.

And I am Orfeu.

Wanna buy a snack?

They're cheap.

I want you to get lost, old lady.

Go, go, go!

King Momo rides along the avenue

where, in a moment, the samba schools will parade.

All is ready for the parade to begin.

Come here, kitty.

Where's the hick?

Euridice doesn't want to parade.

The bitch didn't waste any time to start fucking around.

Go to your float, Mira.

Take it away, Maestro Jorjao!

Now it's for real!

Hello, my Rio de Janeiro!

Here comes the Carioca Samba School!

But why, Lucinho?

Do as I tell you.

You can't go out by yourself

without telling us where you're going.

Want an interview, honey?

What?

Orfeu was still a child--

a child so beautiful,

he looked like an angel fallen from heaven.

I mean, there can't be any black angels, can there?

Nor an angel stupid enough to fall from heaven into a slum.

But it was as if he were one.

I taught him everything.

I mean, almost everything.

I thought he'd love me forever, just like in a soap opera.

When you came into the church,

I knew you had to be Miss Carmen's niece.

I noticed you looking at me.

Did you go to church in Amazonas?

Acre.

Sometimes.

I think it's pretty.

You think it's pretty?

Have you always been religious, sir?

The word of Jesus drove the demon from my heart.

The Church saved me from the life and booze

that were killing me.

My father didn't believe in God, but he was afraid of Hell.

Well, you're home.

Work comes early tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

But tomorrow's still Carnival.

Exactly.

Nobody goes to the garage, so I can get a lot of work done.

I left the TV on.

Come and see.

Look, it's Mrs. Concei��o.

Orfeu and you--

It's different, isn't it?

It's as if I didn't exist before meeting him.

Everybody wants to be loved.

Even the Lord thinks only of that.

In all religions, the greatest commandment

is to love God above all things.

Even He wants only to be loved...

and without competition.

You're never leaving this place, Orfeu da Concei��o.

And I'm staying here with you.

It's cool.

I'm not going to hurt you.

So let me go.

Let's talk first.

Just a little.

Shit, P.C.,

Lucinho called off the business with Orfeu.

He just told me.

If one day I have a son and find out he does drugs,

I'll beat him to death.

What's your problem, brother?

We're friends since we're kids, Orfeu and I.

We were always together.

Sometimes we'd go down into the jungle and play Indians.

Then we'd come back up the road like big shots.

Where you going?

Please, let me go home.

I fucking said just a little chat.

What do you and Orfeu do when you fuck?

I told you to stay still.

Please help me.

I shot at the ground.

Help me.

Why'd you run from me, dammit!

I just wanted to talk.

What're you gonna do with her?

Take her to the hospital.

Are you joking, brother?

We go to the hospital, we'll get stuck there.

The cops won't let us go.

We'll get someone to take her.

And say what to Orfeu?

Let's finish what you started.

What's happening with you, brother?

Please, help me.

It hurts.

I don't think we'll win.

We broke all the rules.

But the parade, nobody will ever forget it!

We should parade outside the Sambadrome tomorrow night.

Mix in with the people.

Do whatever we feel like, just like Orfeu always wanted.

This is nuts!

Maybe not.

Tomorrow is Fat Tuesday, Orfeu.

Let's finish this Carnival in style.

You're not going, are you?

Where?

To parade in the streets.

I can't.

Without you, they can't parade.

I can't, Mom.

Euridice's waiting for me.

Why tie yourself down, my son?

Orfeu da Concei��o wasn't meant to belong to just one person.

When I'm settled down with Euridice,

I'll send for you.

No, you won't.

Besides, who said I want to leave here?

Then I'll come see you every day.

Mothers are meant to serve and be thrown away.

Don't be silly, Mrs. Concei��o.

Don't be silly, Mom.

Hey, boss!

Hey, Mrs. Concei��o!

I was looking for you two.

Check out this work of art!

I copied from the TV.

What do you think?

Not bad at all, man.

And it's just the first.

I want to give it to Euridice, but she's not at home.

Give it to her, boss.

It's a gift from me.

Joseildo.

Michael!

I've been looking for you all day, boy.

How are you, Mrs. Concei��o?

I need you to look after Marineide, Z�.

It's Michael, Mom!

Look, son, I can't take her to work.

You'll stay with her, won't you, Joseildo?

It's Michael, Mom!

Call me Michael!

I won't be by your side anymore, Orfeu.

Now you're in God's hands.

God likes me, Mom.

Don't get married, my son.

What was that, Orfeu?

You're not allowed to rap.

Rap or funk, I don't know what that shit was.

But it wasn't Carnival!

Carnival is luxury.

It's an orgy.

Carnival's an orgy, man.

What got into you, Orfeu?

That shit wasn't a Carnival samba--

not here, not anywhere!

You're an idiot, Stallone!

That's it.

The girl's not in any police station, hospital, or morgue.

Nobody knows where she is.

For Christ's sake, do something with those tramps!

Poor people don't even know how to have fun.

Listen, my poet,

I've been in this business for over 20 years,

and every year is the same.

When Carnival comes,

a whole bunch of women disappear.

But Euridice's not the type.

That's what every man says about his woman.

But relax.

I guarantee, when Carnival's over,

they all come back--

a little bent up, but they come back.

Did you give my message to Lucinho?

Help me, Dad.

For God's sake.

What happened?

Euridice's disappeared.

Disappeared? How?

I don't know.

Nobody's seen her since yesterday.

But I left her at home after church.

She had nowhere to go, at night, by herself, on Carnival Monday.

I'm afraid, Dad.

God has given you so much.

One day, you'll have to repay Him.

Orfeu, you know He-Man is crazy.

I wanna see Lucinho.

You believe a crazy bum more than your old buddies?

I wanna see Lucinho.

What the fuck, the chick is young.

She's probably screwing around somewhere, into Carnival.

That crazy bum really filled your head with shit.

Where's Euridice, Lucinho?

Orfeu's suffering a lot.

He's not the only one who suffers in the world.

Where is she?

You were going to leave everybody--

your family, your Samba School, your closest friends--

all for one person?

Drink it.

It's sacred.

A treat from the jungle.

Who knows?

You may even see your girlfriend.

Where is Euridice?

It was an accident.

I didn't mean anything bad.

Big one, isn't it?

It's because I'm in a hurry.

Living is hazardous to your health.

Drink, Orfeu.

It'll lessen the pain.

Euridice is the past, Orfeu.

Euridice is everything.

Never look back.

Be content with her memory.

I need to see Euridice, even if it's for the last time.

Come, Feu.

Call everybody, Piaba.

Euridice is down there.

I wanted to take her to the hospital.

Don't cry, Feu.

Don't cry.

Thank you, Lucinho.

Thank you for telling me where Euridice is.

I knew I could count on you, my friend...

my brother.

Now what?

I don't think Orfeu's coming.

I'm gonna call off the parade.

Yo, guys.

This one's never gonna talk shit to anybody again.

P.C. cut his tongue out.

Where's my son?

Where is Orfeu?

How should I know, Mrs. Concei��o?

Where is he?

Do you really want to know?

Then I'm gonna tell you, ma'am.

Pray, Concei��o, pray to God to help you.

Oh, my St. George.

Ogum ogunh, my Father!

Don't let any evil befall my son,

and I'll make you an offering.

Sleep, Euridice.

Sleep.

When the rain's over, we'll go home.

Sleep, my love.

Morning, morning so beautiful.

In life, a new song.

Singing only of your eyes, your smile, your hands.

For there must come a day when you will come.

From the strings of my guitar,

which sought your love only,

comes a voice speaking of kisses

lost on your lips.

My heart sings.

Joy is back.

So happy is the morning of this love.

Good morning, community!

Wake up, buddy!

Carnival's over.

Let's get back to work.

The war goes on.

Keep it up.

The Voice of the Hill's with you--peace.

This morning, kids saw him from atop the Hill,

but when they went down to the woods, Orfeu was gone.

They said he was very excited, talking to himself,

his soul in the darkness, insane.

Where are you, Euridice?

What have you done with my son, you bitch?

Mrs. Concei��o.

Bitch.

Be born again.

Whore.

Be born again so I can eat your eyes out

and tear out your teeth with my hands.

Be born again, slut,

so I can sink my nails into your face.

Easy, Mrs. Concei��o.

Pray for God to help you.

Right, Mr. Inacio?

God?

God was jealous of Orfeu.

God envies him.

Greedy God.

Shit God.

God, son of a--

You carry me, Euridice.

I'm in your arms like a sleeping child.

Thank you, my love.

The path you chose is covered with flowers.

Birds are flying all around.

Are you crying, Euridice?

Of happiness, right?

Why do we have to cry, Euridice?

What have we done?

The man's gone up with a woman in his arms.

You killed the boy!

What the hell have you done!

You fucking killed my buddy Bento's son!

The kid was my godson!

Category: drums.

Juror: Sergio Mekler.

Carioca Samba School: 10.

What's the matter, you chicken shit Jap?

Don't close it! Don't close up!

The police are coming up!

So what?

Peace, it's lots of peace that this world needs, man.

He took my hand, kissed it,

and said, "Miss, you are a goddess."

Then you know what I said?

"You know something, Mr. Governor?

I agree!"

Life's exciting, ain't it, honey?

Stop that fucking singing!

Soon Orfeu will be eating from my hand again.

Everyone knows he can't live without me,

that he still loves me.

He'll come crawling back.

I'm here, baby!

Come on, boss.

Yo, don't worry, man.

We'll take care of you.

Hey!

It's Euridice!

Help me, Mira.

Help me.

She's dead, you idiot!

Why'd you do this to me, Orfeu?

Why'd you kill the kid, you son of a bitch?

Where are you, Orfeu?

You loved me so much.

You loved me so much, Carmen.

No one can love Orfeu da Concei��o, honey,

more than he's always loved himself.

I'm here.

Look at me here.

Who said I'm not Euridice.

I'm going to keep saying your name

until my throat bleeds and my lips dry out

from repeating "Euridice."

Stop, Orfeu!

Enough! Enough!

He's dead.

The parade results have just been announced.

And for the third year in a row,

the Carioca Samba School has been declared the champion.

Carioca Samba School is how the three-time champion

of Rio de Janeiro Carnival.

Three-time champion! Three-time champion!