Original subtitles

"How apparently disorienting in this thing called pleasure!

How admirably related to pain...

which might be thought to be the opposite of it.

lf we pursue either of them, we might be compelled...

to take the other." Socrates

"FAKE BLONDE''

Silmara...

Have you recorded the Bruno and His Boys song?

-You didn't give me a tape. -You said you had one.

-Do l look like a banker? -Cut it off!

lf l bring one, can you record it?

Ok, but l'm seeing them live, at the Alvorada Club.

-Really? -l've already got a ticket.

Can you get me one?

What? You at Alvorada?

Look at you, Briducha!

Now she is crying because of you.

-Because of me? -You made her feel even worse.

She's silly, will get nothing at the club.

-Why don't you help? -You're the good Samaritan.

Come on... you could make her look pretty.

-Talk to your brother. -All right.

But she has to spend some money.

-That's okay, we can help. -l have no money to spare.

Me, Rosecler, Valqu�ria, F�tima. Come here.

Don't be silly, talk to me.

-l can't do it, Luiza! -Yes, you can.

Look at her hair!

-Ask your brother. -Not even T� can fix it.

That's going to be hard.

Look at me, Briducha.

Take your shirt off.

Am l supposed to help the "witch" or not?

Briducha, do as she says.

Wow, they are upright. No more braziers for you.

-No way! -Won't you cooperate?

Take your clothes off.

Why, do you have a tiny dick?

-Cut that crap. -Hurry, my dad is waiting.

Look at you!

What a great ass!

How could you hide that?

You've got yourself a competitor.

Bye.

What's that, a rear end contest?

A buttocks contest, you silly.

The show is over, you guys.

Luiza, you should be a nun.

You care about the others, but not about yourself.

-Nonsense. -You are smart and attractive.

But you dress like an old lady.

That's true, you could use a makeover.

-You should have a man. -That's all you think about.

You never date.

At Alvorada, you don't drink, don't dance, just watch.

Bottom line, l'm just like you.

l go to Alvorada, to stay away from home.

-l want to go back to school. -Yeah, right.

l can go to night school.

A cousin of mine did it and now she's in college.

That's great.

Stop giving her ideas, she can't ever leave the factory.

-Of course she can. -Specially to go to college.

Why not?

lt'd be difficult for us, and we're white.

-Don't be such a bitch. -lt's okay, l don't mind.

l am used to racism, and she's not the only one.

l am not a racist.

As a matter of fact, l dated a lot of niggers.

Okay, but would you marry one?

Marry? Not even a white guy.

And she says she's not a racist.

She used to be so na�ve when she started here.

lf she doesn't watch out, you know how she will end up.

-You're exaggerating. -l like her.

She's straightforward and works hard.

But let's face it, she's becoming a slut.

l think she's a little bold, that's all.

Aren't you paying your toll?

All right, Tito. But it's only once.

Now... kiss my dick.

Did you get what l asked?

Yes.

-ls there any bread? -ln the kitchen.

-l got a job. -ls it permanent?

-l never get permanent offers. -l hope it's not "that".

Of course not. l don't do ''that'' anymore.

l hope so.

l won't be a burden any longer.

-l've never complained. -l know.

l'll make some coffee.

-Are you going out? -Not tonight.

-l'm sorry for the mess. -Anybody called?

The phone's been ringing all day long, but...

Why don't you ever pick up the phone?

What if l call you because l need something?

l'll buy an answering machine.

-Don't worry, l'll buy one. -You buy too many things, already.

-Any news from your mother? -T� told me she's fine.

Has that faggot got the pest yet?

-He's your son. -But he's a fag.

Stop that.

l just want to know, is he healthy?

He's fine.

At least.

Come on, l know you like him.

-He hates me. -No, he doesn't.

He chose to be at mom's side. lt's natural, isn't it?

lt is, for a faggot.

lt's the guy l'm waiting.

-Can l help you? -ls Antero at home?

-Yes. -Excuse me.

Come in.

Good evening.

Antero...

you had better days.

This is Mr. Vargas, a lawyer.

Nice offspring, Antero. l'd never met this vestal.

l met the boy, the ''artist''.

Now, my dear, go for a walk, go visit Ligia.

I need to taIk to him.

Who's the rich guy?

-Mr. Vargas, a lawyer. -Your mother's lawyer?

She couldn't afford a guy like him.

ls he from the police?

You're too nosy.

Wanna listen to the new Luis Ronaldo album?

-You've got it? -Come on in.

l'll spend the night correcting tests.

l love that man!

-Do you want me to record it? -Yeah!

Do you have a tape? l can replace it later.

-l can record a CD. -Yeah, l know.

l promised a tape for a girl friend.

l'm so hot for Bruno de Andr�. He's awesome.

You're not the only one. l'd give my soul for him.

Well, that l wouldn't.

You should meet this girl from work.

She's so weird and clumsy...

but has a great body.

l can make a goddess out of her.

What are you now, a fashion stylist?

No way. lt's for Bruno and His Boys concert on the 1 1th.

Really? l wanna go.

You better get a ticket soon.

-Can you buy me one? -100 bucks.

That much? Where did you get the money?

From my savings. How else?

Working, of course.

Do you think l'm a whore now?

-l'd never think that. -Yes, you would.

Everybody's been insinuating.

l work hard in that factory to get a hooker reputation.

Don't overreact. l know you work hard to help your dad.

-Only you stood by him. -He's a decent man!

l know he is, my whole family loves him.

Let's change the subject.

Luis Ronaldo is the king!

Dad...

where are you?

Dad?

Who was that man?

A very important lawyer.

What does he want from you?

You should trust me.

-l do. -Then leave me alone.

-What took you so long? -Did you bring the money?

Right here.

Wow, the girls really like you.

My grandma contribuited, too.

So... it's time to makeover.

This is my brother, Antero.

T�, not Antero, please.

This is Brida, from the factory. We call her Briducha.

-Hi. -How are you?

Can you change her looks, maybe fix her hair?

-But she's so pretty. -l want more.

Let's wash your hair. Have a sit.

Serginho, can you give me a hand?

Dad asked about you.

Don't ruin my day.

l want to ask you something.

Have you heard about a Mr. Vargas?

-The lawyer? A big, tall guy? -Exactly.

He's very powertul and works for many of my clients.

He's brought wondertul ladies here.

-He says he knows you. -Why are you asking this?

-He's hired dad. -The asshole?

-Don't say that. -What for?

l don't know. lt's weird, though.

-You're kidding. -l'm serious.

lf Vargas hired the asshole, you should praise the Lord...

because finally he'll do something good with his life.

l didn't like the guy. He called you ''an artist''.

-But l am an artist. -lt's the way he said it.

Mr. Vargas is an important and reliable man.

He can help the asshole come out of the gutter.

Speaking of gutter, want some?

Yeah.

Brida, we'll be right back, okay?

Silmara, this is a dream.

That's only the beginning.

Hey, gorgeous!

Wow, who's that foxy lady?

Stay away, she's my creation.

Brida, Briducha...

former ''Witch''.

Look out, she's an innocent girl.

-ls she a co-worker? -Yeah.

Let's teach her some steps.

What do you think? How should we start?

Ball dance.

-Good idea. -l'm not sure.

Something sensual... A bolero.

Come on. Show me what you've got.

Silmara, that's not gonna work.

l wanna go home.

No way. Wait.

Where did you learn how to dance? ln jail?

Forget it, l can't lead.

Go ahead, Regina. Your turn.

The man who lifts himseIf into pure knowIedge...

becomes the thing he contemplates.

How do l look?

You're stunning.

l made you a sandwich. Don't wait for me.

There's something for you, on the top shelf.

-What's that? -Spend it tonight.

-Where did you get it? -An advance on the job.

-lt's too much. -Go on, spend that money.

Have some champagne.

lt's Ligia. Are you going to be okay?

A mystic experience is a secret trip searching for a hidden God.

She's gorgeous.

Gorgeous!

You're showing your belly, that's a change.

-ls it too kinky? -Relax, you look great.

Tito, you're not dressed.

Of course not, it's early.

-You're late. -Do l look like a chauffeur?

lf you want a ride, you shouldn't piss me off.

l got dressed in such a hurry.

You're a couple of morons.

-Let's get a cab. -That will cost money.

-l've got some. -What a wealthy worker!

Go to hell!

My friend is waiting, we can't be late.

Wait, Silmara. l'll dress up quickly.

Silmara, don't screw me!

We could have waited.

And put up with that moron?

-He used to be your boyfriend. -That's right, ''used to''.

Ms. Clotilde! That came in handy. Thank you.

Take care!

-Hey! -You look great!

Ligia, this is Briducha.

-Nice to meet you. -Hi.

l wanna see you dance.

-Cheer up, girl! Let's go? -Yeah!

Hey, everybody.

Here comes the reggae.

This is for you, Lucinha.

C'mon, everybody. Let's drop legs.

lt's Jussara.

l don't think l met her.

Hey, Jussara, that's my table.

-Says who? -Says me!

There are other tables.

No way. l always stay here.

l don't see anyone here from your shift.

-What about me and Briducha? -Hi.

What? ls this the Witch?

Show my Cinderella some respect.

-What's going on? -Albano!

-This is my table, right? -The other girls didn't come.

$100 a ticket, it figures.

l've got a table for you and your friends. Come.

-What's you problem with Jussara? -Haven't you heard?

She did a hatchet job on me and dated my boyfriend.

The girls from Santa Adelaide aren't coming.

The table is all yours.

This is Briducha, a co-worker.

And this is Ligia, my neighbor. She's a teacher.

-Are you new at the factory? -This is her first time here.

What? A beautiful woman like that ignoring the Alvorada?

He's Albano Carvalhais, you've heard about him.

He used to be an idol, and even pertormed in Russia.

Only Cole Porter songs. Now, make yourselves comfortable...

and enjoy, because the party is yours.

l need a favor: will you introduce me to Bruno de Andr�?

Oh, Silmara. All the ladies have asked me that.

You'll have to fight for him.

l will.

-What is Santa Adelaide? -A textile industry.

-Don't you socialize with them? -No.

-Where are Bruno and His Boys? -Take it easy, girl.

-You arrived early. -Hello, Regina.

-What do you want? -We don't have a table.

-Go find one. -Can't l sit here?

-Not with her. -We could bring more chairs.

Ligia, l am a regular here.

The table for the whores is over there.

l thought it was this one.

l'll slap that bitch.

-Really? Come on. -l'm coming.

You bitch!

Silmara, please!

Never mind, teacher. Let's go, Claudete.

-Let's dance. -Stop that!

What's wrong with you? Want to fight? Take it easy.

-You don't know me. -Regina is your friend.

That other bitch isn't.

ls she a ''b''?

Come on, Briducha. Say it: ''bitch''!

Stop it or l'll go away.

This is for the shy girls to have some fun.

See, Jessica? This one is for you.

Let's go, lambada, everybody.

Silmara, you came!

Milena, that's a surprise.

l feel like an alien, none of the girls came.

-l thought you had pneumonia. -l got well to see Bruno.

-What about work? -Give me a break.

-Where are you? -l don't have a table.

-Have a seat. -Thank you.

This is Ligia, my neighbor.

-Hello. -Nice to meet you.

And you know who this is.

No way!

Briducha?

Girl, you look so hot!

Well, it's me.

l can't believe it.

-She gave me a hand. -A hand?

Briducha, that's a miracle!

Now there are three of us.

-What about your brother? -He must be around here.

Does anyone fancy a drink? lt's on me.

-Wanna dance? -Not now, Jorge.

-What about you, honey? -Briducha will go.

-Me? -Jorge is a good dancer.

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

l can't believe it's her.

Don't exaggerate.

-Would you like a Campari? -Yeah.

-What about you? -A beer.

l'll be back in a minute.

Now, you look great.

-l have to go to the bathroom. -Over there.

l am coming up with a surprise that you're gonna love.

Miranda, a Campari, a beer, a soda and champagne.

What? Champagne?

Yeah, it's on dad.

That asshole.

Ask for another bottle. l'll drink to his misery...

but l'd rather buy it myself.

Champagne.

-You must be rich. -lt's on me, okay?

l don't think we've met.

This is Tet�, a great fashion stylist.

Do you have a table?

Get lost. Stay away from me.

You're such a pain.

l prefer Teresinha here.

''Teresinha''? lt's Tet�, you moron.

Ten�ria... Tert�lia... Ter�ncia...

Who cares about the name? She's a babe.

Tet�, wanna hang out?

Excuse me.

Please, send the drinks to my table.

Now it's time, my sweethearts!

They are here at the Alvorada.

They came up the stage and set up their instruments.

Listen carefully, fans. One, two, three...

Bruno and His Boys!

In the middIe of the night

I search for your bare skin

Your surrender Your peace

I search for your arms

Your lips Your heat

I don't know How long it's been

Empty nights

Dried up tears

There's almost nothing Ieft

Now tell me

What's next for us

Will we be victims Or abusers

Empty nights

Dried tears

There's almost nothing Ieft

We have our shortcomings

But we have each other

Nothing is perfect But that's how it goes

Beware that Iove

Sweet and sour It's too dangerous

Empty nights

Dried up tears

There's almost nothing left

Now tell me

What's next for us

Will we be victims Or abusers

Now tell me

What's next for us

Will we be victims Or abusers

One, two, three, four.

When I take chances In my dreams

Searching for The right path to find you

Wondering around the roads

-Did you see that? -What?

-He drank my champagne. -Who?

-Bruno de Andr�. -Shut up!

-Didn't you see anything? -With that crowd...

-l couldn't get any closer. -Whose champagne is that?

-lt's ours, he sent it. -Who?

-Bruno. -Shut up!

-He drank from this cup. -Who?

-Bruno. -Shut up!

Enough, Milena. Say something else.

Here's to the hottest man in Brazil!

-You mean Bruno? -No, l mean Coffin Joe!

Let's go to The top of the worId

My dreams will be Your dreams

Even if it Lasts one second

On top of "Dedos de Deus"

Let's go to The top of the worId

My dreams will be Your dreams

Even if it Lasts one second

On top of "Dedos de Deus"

Let's go to The top of the worId

My dreams will be Your dreams

Even if it Lasts one second

On top of "Dedos de Deus"

Cool...

Cheek to cheek.

Passion.

Desire.

Let it go.

Girl, you're awesome.

Take your hands off.

Will you be my girlfriend?

All right.

But take your hands off.

What are you drinking?

Mint.

lt's called "Green Sea".

Green Sea.

One part cocoa liqueur...

one part mint liqueur.

Mint.

-What are you doing? -Take it easy!

Silmara! You got lucky tonight!

This is Rog�rio, he's a teacher, too.

-Nice to meet you. -How are you?

Ligia, would you mind if l left?

No, honey. Go with your angel.

Here.

-What is it for? -Get a cab.

And, please, take Briducha home.

Don't let her go out with Jorge, she's so na�i�ve.

Okay, l've got it. lt's too much, keep half of it.

Drink some champagne on me.

-Take care. -Bye.

Silvana, l'm sorry l'm late.

-What happened? -A few problems.

-ls it about your father? -Thank God, no.

lt's odd, you never do that.

-Can l go change? -All right.

-That'll be deducted, though. -lt's okay.

Tell me everything.

Did you see Briducha at the end of the party?

She left with Jorge. Your neighbor was pissed.

Son of a bitch. He tricked her.

Forget about Briducha.

Tell us about that wondertul man.

-You wouldn't believe. -Try me.

-24 hours of sex. -Shut up!

-Really? -What a man!

-Did you go to his place? -No, dummy, we went to a hotel.

That's wild.

-Tell us more. -That's all.

Oh, come on.

-She wanna know about his thing. -Obviously.

-lt was normal. -Normal?

What would you expect? Just like any man's, but more vigorous.

Tell us more.

Okay, l'll tell you that he had his foreskin removed.

-What's a foreskin? -You know, prepuce.

Who's Prepuce?

-ls he Jewish? -Why do you ask?

You know, l heard they are quite...

huge.

Milena, you know too much.

Are you seeing him again?

Tomorrow night.

-But l don't like commitments. -l can keep him.

Milena, this is not your table. l can't eat.

-Your table is over there. -Fine.

But you've gotta tell me more details later.

-Please, you have to. -All right.

Bye-bye!

Bye.

l am worried about Briducha.

l'm affraid she may do something silly.

Now you're the protective mom.

Sure, otherwise you guys would put the blame on me.

Dad, what are you doing here?

You disappeared.

l tried to call, but you never answer the phone.

Are your friends gone?

Stop hiding, Dad. Everyone knows about the accident.

-What else do they know? -l never told them about jail.

After all, you asked me.

-Where have you been? -Santos...

with my friend Briducha. l told you about her.

-ls that true? -Sure.

-What about these clothes? -l borrowed from her brother.

l couldn't go to work with that dress.

You are everything l have. l can't give up on you.

l'll be away for three days.

-Where are you going? -S�o Jos� dos Campos.

What for?

l'll be gardening at a factory.

God bless Mr. Vargas!

That's the kind of job you love.

lt's well paid.

You are an artist.

-Go get a cab for us. -Okay.

-What have you done? -Nothing.

-You didn't show up yesterday. -l was sick.

Look at me.

He fucked you and then ditched you, huh?

-Don't do this. -Talk to me!

-lt wasn't his fault. -l'll cut his balls off!

-lt's okay. -No, it's not!

Did he wear a condom?

-No, you know... -Shit!

We have to go inside.

Why didn't you come yesterday?

What is this? Let me see.

What the heck is this?

You moron, no man is worth that.

l'll kill him.

Silmara, it's over now.

-We better go inside. -l'm sorry.

-lt's okay. -Now listen, you silly.

Next time, you cut it lengthwise. lt might work.

-Now, get inside. -What about you?

l need to take some time.

-Silmara... -Go ahead, l'll catch up later.

Silmara...

come here.

-You deceived me. -Me?

You hit on my friend.

What do you want?

Are you seeing that guy again?

-Why do you wannaw know? -Do you think it'll work out?

-You're poor, and he... -l'm leaving.

-Wait a minute. Tet�... -What about her?

Keep it a secret, ok?

Are you together?

-He's your brother, right? -lt's all in the family, then.

lf you tell someone, l'll kill you.

Smarten up!

Dad, you scared me.

-l thought you'd be away. -Tomorrow morning.

-Do you want some coffee? -No.

l'm going out.

When I Iook at you By the sea

I understand everything

I have to tell you

I can't keep silent

We can't deny The power of love

That changed our lives

This is for real

Don't ever think Of farewell

OnIy us and the moonlight

Shining up in the sky

Your eyes so full Of passion

Are my shelter

OnIy us and the moonlight

Shining up in the sky

Surrender Open up your heart

And come along with me

OnIy us and the moonlight

Shining up in the sky

Your eyes so full Of passion

Are my sheIter

Only us and the moonlight

Shining up in the sky

Surrender Open up your heart

And come along with me

-What's up, Dad? -Someone is waiting for you.

-Who is it? -The singer.

-ls he here? -Hurry up.

What are you guys doing here?

We have a concert and we came to pick you up.

l thought we'd be alone.

l know, but this concert came up...

and we were supposed to have a date.

Not in here.

All right, we can leave if you like. Let's go.

Wait... l'll get my purse.

We'll be waiting outside.

l won't be long.

l'm leaving.

Look at her, all dressed up.

You got lucky, Silmara!

You really scored, huh? You look fancy.

-Open up! -Don't forget us!

-l'm her friend, l live here. -Come visit us.

-Why did you do that? -l'm crazy for you.

ln my house, in front of my dad.

-What a creepy house. -lt's my home.

-lt sucks, baby. -l'm not ashamed.

A beauty like you shouldn't live in a hole like that.

Fuck you!

-What about that creepy thing? -What?

That ugly man back there.

He's my father.

-How could he? -Could what?

Have had a hot daughter like you.

-l'm leaving! -No, you're not.

You taste like mint, baby.

Where are we going?

-ltanha�m. -To the beach?

After the concert, we can spend another 24 hours together.

-Won't you come back tonight? -Of course not.

-Stop the bus! -Come here, baby.

-l have to work tomorrow. -Forget about it.

-l was late yesterday. -Really?

-How much do you make? -None of your business.

-You are of my business. -Bruno, l can't come.

Yes, you can. Come here with me.

-l want you now. -We have company.

Never mind them.

''The presence of the transgressor...

is essential to the balance of the community...

which can only improve...

by questioning its presumed truths...

and by disclosing its lies...

which are consolidated to ensure a right of a few...

to influence the lives of many.''

When I found your eyes

My eyes got lost

Unintentionally You found me

I wasn't looking for you

And you didn't hide

Instead of taking hold of me You set me free

The desire of touch

And feel and surrender

Like the sea and the wind

Like the glass And champagne

Let's toast For our being together

Passion will take you

And drive you crazy

An insane delirium Of bacchants

Maybe this love won't last

The sunset in the sea

But there's no coming back

And if we suffer

That's life

-An urgent phone call for you. -Who is it?

l don't know, a woman with a funny voice.

Hello?

lt's you!

lt's a family business, something serious.

-Two minutes. -Thank you.

Where are you?

ltanha�m? You're crazy.

Silvana is suspicious.

Okay, l can talk to her.

When are you coming back?

Tomorrow afternoon? You nuts.

Are you having fun?

You pervert, don't say that.

You sound like you're in love.

Okay, l won't tell anyone.

Enjoy it for F�tima, Milena, Rosecler.

We're here for you.

What's up?

l'm very thirsty.

Do you know for how long you've been up there?

My God, what day is today?

Thursday.

l must be out of my mind, l should be at home.

Socrates rules!

Listen to this.

''The most beautiful of all deaths...

could be called the heroic overcoming of life.

But the only ones who can enjoy this experience...

are the ones who have lived with inquietude and curiosity.''

The factory has been destroyed by the flames.

Police are treating the fire as arson.

-Give it to me! -Stop that!

Come on.

The causes of the fire remain unknown.

Despite the firemen efforts, nothing was saved.

Fortunately, no one was hurt, since the fire...

according to the experts, started late at night.

The police believe it could be arson.

Get out of my way!

Come out the shower, aren't you taking me home?

-l'm wet. -Use that fucking towel!

Easy, baby.

You don't get it. l have to go! Take me home, damn it!

-Take a look at your purse. -What?

Look at the goddamn purse.

What's that?

Your working day.

l don't want any money, l wanna go home.

You can go to the Amazon with that money.

You stay for another day, and l'll pay you double, baby.

l'm not a whore, take me home now!

Wanna go?

Wanna leave your baby?

Then go.

Fuck off.

They broke into your house.

-How could they? -They're after your father.

How dare you break into my house?

We didn't break in.

-Are you Antero's daughter? -Yes.

-Where's your father, lady? -S�o Jos� dos Campos.

-How long has it been? -A couple of days, l guess.

-Do you know why we're here? -No, l don't.

Someone set fire on a factory.

What does he have to do with it?

-He has a history. -So what?

lf someone lights a match, is he the one to blame?

-Are you sure? -Of what?

That he's out of town.

Shit! Shit!

-What's the matter? -The police ruined his life!

You screwed him up, what else do you want?

-Calm down. -l won't!

He lives like a rat, hiding from everybody.

Fucking life! Shit!

Calm down, it's all right. He's out of town, isn't he?

-Yes, he is, damn it. -Then it's all right.

Calm down, girl. Rub�o?

-Yes, boss. -Go get some water.

-You're very pretty. -Thanks.

Now, tell me. What is he doing in S�o Jos� dos Campos?

He's got a job as a ladscape gardener.

He's not an engineer, but has gardened a lot of places.

-He likes that. -Good for him.

He was hired by a wealthy lawyer.

-Fantastic! -Mr. Vargas.

Vargas? lvangilson Vargas?

-lvangilson? -A big, tall guy?

-Do you know him? -Very well, my dear.

-He's good, isn't he? -He's great. Rub�o!

Go fix the lock...

and clean up the mess.

-Why, boss? -Guess who's the family lawyer.

-Who, boss? -Vargas.

Mr. Vargas? l'll get right on it.

My dear, your house will be impeccable.

Tell your dad to go to the police station...

so we can talk a little.

He should bring Vargas, of course. Okay?

-You're gonna be all right? -Yes.

Then we must get going.

Listen...

would you be interested in selling this cardinal?

Luiza?

-Hooray Silmara! -Hooray!

Son of a bitch.

Hip, hip!

Hurray!

Silmara! Silmara!

Excuse me, Briducha.

Tell me everything, l am sleepless.

-Don't piss me off. -Come on.

We're all excited, and you don't say anything.

To be honest...

l enjoyed the sea, the beach, the hotel.

That delicious breakfast.

Never mind the food. Tell us about your prince.

-He's... -He's what?

Like any man.

-C'mon. -You wish.

That man is gorgeous.

-What about the foreskin? -What about it?

-The lack of it. -lt looks cleaner, that's all.

You're torturing us, painting him as an ordinary guy.

All right, Milena.

Bruno de Andr� is the sweetest, most gentle...

and most sexually powertul man in the whole world.

-The girls will freak out. -Milena, don't tell anyone.

Okay, l won't tell anyone, l promise.

Did you meet his family?

-Did he sing for you? -Oh, yes.

He sung beautiful songs in my ear, just for me.

Holly Mother of Christ.

l'm your fan, you're my dream.

Don't hit on her.

Oh, c'mon, l like men.

Like the prince without a foreskin.

Did you measure it up?

-What? -His cock, dear.

Twelve.

Twelve centimeters?

No, you moron, 12 inches.

Now you're making that up.

lf the legend is better than the truth...

-Tell the legend. -l've heard that before.

Enough for me.

l'll go to my table and talk to the girls.

Some foreskin. Huh?

l'll never fall asleep again.

-Do you have a date? -No.

-You're wearing lipstick. -lt's just a child party.

Let's go.

Would you mind leaving us?

You two are full of secrets. Bye.

-What happened? -l need a health certificate.

The boss knows all about it.

-You told her? -Of course not.

But she has her own sources. You know what?

She must be dying to hear what happened.

-Silvana? -She's got all their CDs.

-l'm screwed. -You're not.

Get yourself a certificate, and she'll endorse it.

-You're a success. -Success?

He treated me like a hooker.

-Well, if the legend... -That's not all.

-Police went to my house. -Because of the arson?

-How do you know? -l'm your confidant, right?

l'm scared, it could have been him.

lt wasn't him.

-You were fired? -No.

How long have they been here?

Since l came home.

l've heard they'd been at the police station...

and your dad was found not guilty.

Really?

Tito's so nosy.

The driver told him everything.

Those are the new papers of this old house.

-It's yours now. -Why?

I asked Mr. Vargas to include a condition...

so none of your siblings can claim rights over it.

You can do whatever you like.

Why is that?

l can't live here any longer.

Remember that house l wanted to buy in Dois C�rregos...

with that big garden? l bought it.

My wounds won't bother anyone over there.

The doors will be open, and no one will break in.

What about the two of us?

l don't want to be a burden.

l want you to stay with me.

Leave your message after the tone.

You bought an answering machine.

Hello, asshole. Are you back in business?

I saw your artwork at the factory.

Show some respect.

-Are you protecting him? -You don't have a right!

-He always insuIts me! -He's your father.

I'm positive he's responsible for that fire.

-Of course he isn't. -I'm pretty positive.

-Ask Mr. Vargas. -What for?. I know he did it.

-You don't have a right... -Forget that asshole.

There's something for you tomorrow.

-l have to work tomorrow. -It's a well paid job.

-A job? -In the weekend.

A weekend job?

That's diferent. Let me write it down.

I set up a meeting at lunchtime.

-Lunchtime, okay. -In a restaurant at the maII.

-T�, do me a favor. -What?

Talk to him.

Tell him to fuck himseIf.

-What does the faggot want? -Please, dad.

Your brother.

He has a weekend job for me.

-What kind of job? -l'll know better tomorrow.

Something good and well paid.

Dad, look at me.

That fire... it was you?

No.

Ms. Cassandra.

Silmara? Have a seat.

-Are you a real worker? -Yes, l do.

-You're so pretty. -Thanks.

What would you like?

-What are you having? -Filet aux fines herbes.

l'll have the same.

Waiter, please. Another one.

-Something to drink? -Mineral water.

Do you know what an escort service is?

No.

-What about a companion? -No, ma'am.

Look, sweetheart.

There are distinguished gentlemen...

single or married...

who need a woman companion for some reason.

Sometimes they spend a few days...

with a pretty and honest lady...

who's certainly not a... you know what.

Ms. Cassandra, it was my brother who told you about me?

No, Silmara, it was a very important man.

l talked to your brother only to learn more about you.

Lady, l'm not a whore.

Dear God!

lf my client wanted a prostitute...

would he pick a proletarian with those finger nails?

-The nails of a worker, lady. -Exactly, Silmara.

My client, who you probably know and adore...

only wants an innocent companion...

to talk to, and exchange thoughts...

and learn more about someone who lives with dignity...

although belonging to an exploited class.

He's a humanist, dear.

No bed involved?

My client is a righteous and irreproachable man.

The whole country adores him.

Look, dear. Go to this store...

and ask Jacques Vandenbussche to get you an outfit.

Ms. Cassandra, who gave you my name?

l cannot answer that question.

-Good morning. -Morning.

-Where are we going? -To a beautiful farm...

-three hours away from here. -Do you have a CD player?

Yes.

Can you play that?

Sure, no problem.

I know I haven't been Honest with you

I made you suffer And that wasn't okay

I never played a fair game And I was selfish

I didn't realize How much I was hurting you

I can't deny my actions

I must say I regret it

I'II start over Please forgive me

That's why I'm here

Believe me

I can make you happy

What I was And what I did

Will be different now

Try to understand

I am human I am ordinary

Just like another guy

Not an angeI Not an animaI

-Hi. -Hi.

-l'm Silmara. -Leonel, nice to meet you.

What a beautiful place.

-Would you like some juice? -Yes, thank you.

-Are your parents home? -Only my dad.

-Don't you have any siblings? -No, it's only me.

-Do you like horses? -l guess so.

-Wanna ride? -Now?

-lf you like. -l'll tell you a secret.

-l've never ridden a horse. -l can teach.

-lsn't it dangerous? -No. Horses are gentle.

You're even gentler, Leonel.

Silmara, this is my dad.

How are you, lady?

Oh, my God.

Did Leonel host you properly?

Sure, he's so sweet.

-Are you tired? -No, sir.

-l'm not that old. -l didn't mean it, Mr. Lu�s.

Call me Leonardo. Lu�s Ronaldo is a pseudonym.

Leonardo... what a beautiful name.

-What about some sightseeing? -l'd love to.

This used to be a seminary of French monks.

There's even a chapel.

Go back to him, Silmara.

-Are you scared? -No.

Then let me be with you.

What if it doesn't work?

lt doesn't matter.

Turn off the light, please.

Would you mind if l told you something?

Go ahead.

l thought you were a real blonde.

-Good morning. -Morning.

-Where are they? -They've already left.

Already? Where to?

The farm owners are about to arrive, so they had to go.

-This is not their farm? -No.

Mr. Leonardo wants me to take you home before 1 1 .

-Aren't you their driver? -No.

l'm a freelancer, like you.

-Okay, l'll get my bag. -Lady...

Mr. Leonardo asked me to give you a gift.

A poster...

and a box of CDs...

all autographed... And this.

He says it's twice as much as previously agreed.

This is Monica.

-Dear, this is Mr. Vargas. -Nice to meet you.