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In Brazil, you can do anything if you have money.

Society is trash! Can l say that?

Drinking is funny. L don't have to burn an Indian to have fun.

- He's daddy's sweetheart! - A politician...

Shit, everyone does it, but no one admits it!

You can be sure, if we had the death penalty...

l guarantee we wouldn't see any of that.

It 's easy to lay off a guy, you're rich, no worries...

while the guy is fucked up, then you ask for death penalty...

and the police slaughter people in the slums!

Poverty... is the sadness of Brazil.

Whenever l see a person who really needs it...

not those guys who just loiter and drink!

You think, he doesn't want to work.

It 's pathetic a guy sniffing glue to escape from reality.

Whereas man is the center of the universe...

What if the Virgin Mary was taken to outer space...

had artificial insemination and Jesus Christ was born?

L don't know... Like... l don't know.

God?

Well...

It 's a way of preserving the existing society.

Can you tell me what is going on here?

- I am seventeen. - Seventeen.

- Seventeen, also. - No, not yet.

L mean, l drive, but not officially.

Not under the law.

"'WHAT IS MAN? ', l BEGAN.

HOW CAN THAT BE IN THIS WORLD WHICH FERMENTS LIKE A CHAOS...

OR DETERIORATE LIKE A ROTTEN TREE...

AND NEVER RIPEN?"

Oh, no!

Fuck it!

SPONSORS?

Society's moral precepts? What the fuck is that?

The kind of Christian shit...

that doesn't let you step on those you despise...

eliminate useless people if you feel like it.

Hey, neo-nazi! So you're against it?

L'm just being realistic.

Folks don't do these things for fear of not going to Heaven.

- It 's not they don't want to kill. - Some may have a reason for it!

So you think it 'd be cool to kill anyone who gets in the way?

- You're so melodramatic! - Shit!

It 's not about being cool. We're just discussing the concept.

But you are getting a little heavy.

Gabriel went too heavy with the girls on the beach.

L agree.

What 's the problem if people want safety? Tell me.

L bet you're scared when you get home late.

Be honest. L know you're scared!

So it 's better to go back to the Middle Ages, right?

Living in a rich feud, in a castle with safety and comfort...

while the wretches are out there, begging to come in.

Do you prefer them inside and us outside?

Then we'd be the wretches.

In a way we are. It 's just a matter of comparison.

There he comes with his commie jive.

You're the one who likes to "eat" little children.

Don't you think it would be great to end poverty?

Wouldn't it be better if everyone had education, health, culture?

What a clich? Gabriel! You sound like a college teacher.

Come on! Communism is over, commies have failed!

That 's what l'm talking about.

Since there is no system to oppose capitalism...

countries are extinguishing social benefits...

searching only profits and productivity.

That 's why capitalism will end. Nobody can live like that!

Do you truly believe that capitalism will end?

Can't you see? It draws strength from crisis.

Since there is no external crisis...

the enemy becomes its own system and its self-destructive M.O.

You can get it down: Capitalism will eat itself!

My ass! You gotta wise up!

You can't stop globalization, hard as you may try.

Great globalization! Each one gives his share.

The gringos with the dick, and us with the ass!

You just have to know what you prefer, dear.

What are you talking about?

Some like to give the dick, while others would rather give the ass.

- Get outta here, fag! - It 's just a matter of choice.

Like always, we're having a serious debate and he mocks us.

That 's cheating!

Nothing is more in par with our reality.

Cheating is part of our culture.

And you think we can go on like that?

No. But what can we do?

L don't know... but we can't go on like that.

What do you propose? A proletarian revolution?

Not proletarian! We're middle class.

Well-to-do, not middle class.

Well-to-do... l'd rather call it "well screwed".

Great situation we're in: Too rich to be poor, too poor to be rich.

Look who's talking! Your father is a millionaire.

Come on! He's worked hard for all he's got.

And l live with my mom, who hasn't got a penny.

Okay! And you think your father has never cheated?

That he's never favored anyone?

He's a lawyer for all kind of corrupt politician!

But lawyers are always very honest.

Like your father, who led the mayor's campaign.

That was a hard punch, at the spleen!

L tell you this: My father is a professional.

The guy hired his company and he led the campaign, that 's all.

Now he's running away from the issue.

Your father could only talk about him during the campaign...

saying he had the best government plan! Come on!

What do you mean? You think my father's dumb?

How could he believe on promises he created himself?

- Now he hit the liver! - It 's not the promises...

the man wouldn't screw up 'cause he wants to be president...

...or no one would vote for him. - You're overdoing it, Christo!

So you think Brazilians are politically aware...

and will vote for the best, the most honest?

Say, Christiano, do you still believe people can discern?

And you? Don't you believe in your father? In his work?

- I do. - In the honesty of people?

Don't you believe in the nation's future? In its development?

In free market? Do you believe in capitalism?

In globalization? And in the Internet?

Do you believe? Answer me, man!

Do you believe in God?

"CAT'S CRADLE" Knock-down. An amazing series of punches that the challenger...

has landed on the champ! The champ has kissed the ground!

It 'll be hard to recover from this amazing attack!

One... two... three... four...

- Do you believe it or not? ...five... six... seven... eight...

nine, ten! It 's over!

And we have a New Champion of the World...

and his name is: "Heavenly Christian's"!

But you're right, Gabriel.

The world is just cheating, you either screw or get screwed.

It 's either the dick or the ass.

You just gotta know what side you're on!

L'm bored with this debate. Cheap philosophy is tiresome.

- So why don't we go to the party? - Let 's go!

The girls will kill each other for a piece of me.

If they kill you, it 'll be no great loss.

Come on, man! Give me the keys, l'll drive.

Let 's go, man! You're too down today.

- C'mon, man. - That 's it, great one!

We're gonna fuck it all, baby!

Bye, bye, sucker!

You should have asked if Adam and Eve had navels.

Surely he would have no reply to that.

Or he would get even more pissed off.

You forgot the beer!

Let 's go, man!

Let 's go!

Let 's go!

Look at that.

How much to get laid, baby?

How much to get laid?

Hey, how much to get laid?

What are you kids doing this side of the town?

Does mommy know you're in the jungle?

L just asked how much to get laid.

Hey, this is no zoo, kids.

And you can't feed the animals in the zoo.

And here you'll end up being fed to the queens.

Stop it! How much do you want to fuck all of us together?

Too little pleasure for so many people.

Hey, c'mon, we can pay. Don't be an ass.

Well, for your ass l'd give you a discount.

Your dick must be as crooked as your aim.

Let me see it. C'mon, show it to Auntie.

Let 's go, man!

- Let her play a little. - Show it to Auntie.

Show it to me, baby...

l bet my heels are bigger than your dick, you jerk!

- No, guys, c'mon, l'm serious! - Let me see this fucking thing!

Let 's go, man!

- Drop dead, sucker! - Let 's get away!

- Fuck, man! - Fucking crazy, these TV's!

Shit, man!

Man!

L thought we were looking for girls, not TV's.

Our "doctor" here wanted to examine her parts.

Very funny.

Cool, man!

My car is fucked up, now.

Good evening, boss.

Good evening.

How 'bout a little cash?

- Here it is. - All right. Have fun.

L hate these guys! Why can't they work?

They think life's easy.

Hey, big boys, l'm poor, but l'm not deaf!

He opened.

C'mon. Hey.

C'mon.

Do you know where we're going?

Why did you let us in? How do you know l'm not a robber?

You're well dressed, l was sure you were not robbers.

How can you be sure, we're not sure ourselves!

L didn't know...

That 's why you shouldn't have opened it!

Stop it, Chico! The guy is just a poor slob.

The country's in this shit 'cause of people like him!

- Don't you want a better life? - He will die a doorman.

Hey, stop kissing. L'm here, bro'.

How you doin', man?

What 's up, brother?

What 's up?

- Take it! Take it! - She doesn't want it.

What 's up?

Cool!

- C'mon. Just one! - No way, she doesn't want.

Then l give it to you.

Oh, girl.

- Take it, bro'. - No, thanks.

Take it!

No, no, no.

No, no, no.

Hey! Open up.

Just a second.

Piss through the window. Nobody cares.

No, no, no!

L pissed on that bottle.

C'mon, not here, man.

Then gimme some.

This one's mine, get your own brew.

C'mon, bro'. Get up. It 's time to go.

- Hey, look at him! - That 's what l call kissing!

C'mon, leave them alone.

Look at that, man! Look at my brother here...

Let 's go, man.

Wait! This party is really great!

Fuck, man!

Fuck!

Oh, fuck, Christo. Get out!

L can't believe it!

Fucking shit!

Chris? Chris?

Wake up, son!

You don't want to be late on your first day, right?

Wake up, Chris!

Son... if you talk to your dad, don't forget to tell him...

l'll try and talk to him myself.

Your father's really amazing.

He's absent and still he's always so present!

L won't be able to drive you today.

One of my patients changed his appointment.

Don't worry, mom. L've got a motorbike, remember?

L guess it 's me who wanted to drive you to school.

You kids grow and we don't get used to it.

It 's hard to get rid of this Oedipus complex, you know?

Good luck today.

And wake up!

Fuckin' dog!

Easy, man.

Hey, little bro'!

Now you can go to class!

Hey, freshman clown!

SMILE, YOU ARE ON CAMERA!

L'm coming! Wait!

Chico!

- Can l get it? - What?

Can l pick the can?

- Can I? - Go ahead.

Oh, no! Let me see it. Just look at you!

- You're a crash! - Give it back!

Christo!

- Fuck, l'm coming. - Just look at him!

How you doin'?

So, man...

Who's this guy?

Look at him!

L think l overdid it last night.

You just think? Look at you! You look like my grandpa.

So what, baldy? Look at yourself!

What have you done to your hair?

- The seniors did it. - And you let them do it?

Don't you always say that rituals are important?

How come they didn't get you?

In Marketing, they're not animals, like in Medicine.

Actually, l didn't go to college.

L stopped at the bar to drink some beers.

And l was blaming myself for not going to class!

Class? They would just cut your hair!

It 's better not to have classes.

With all these parties, l'm not gonna learn anything.

- And you think that 's good? - L'll study like a nerd in the next few...

in the next few years, while you have fun with classes on photography...

design, communication, all in the name of "expression".

Self-expression is the salvation of our generation!

What? What do you mean?

L don't know. It just came to my mind.

But this desperate attempt to have fun...

may just be a way of trying to express ourselves.

What 's up, Gabriel? Are you nuts?

Think about it:

It 's not easy to be born after the liberated 7O's...

to grow during the Darks and Punks decade...

and get to our age when there's nothing left...

only the feeling that in the past one could really do something.

Even the Yuppies had a path to follow.

Now what do we have? Just fun for fun.

That is a drag!

After the hangover you have nothing to lean on...

just to worry about unemployment, finance, globalization...

We lean on that for there is no path!

L think globalization is cheap talk.

Somebody already said that.

People think that the worst thing possible...

is having something to say, but not the space for it.

But they will find out...

that it is even worse is having all space in the world...

THE THEORY OF RADIO, BERTOLD BRECHT, 1928/29 but nothing to say.

Globalization didn't come to end issues...

but due to the lack of subjects.

"THOUGHTS SEEK THEIR THINKER" W.R. BION Or to become a web surfer...

and feel connected with the world...

'cause you chat about sex with some stranger.

And you know what happens to us?

In the end, what 's left is a feeling that we're fighting against ourselves, right?

CHRISTIANO'S SENTENCE, ALTHOUGH NOT VERY ORIGINAL

SEEMS TO BE HIS OWN, 2OO1 Right, Gabriel?

What else can we do if there's nothing or no one to fight?

We destroy ourselves and find it amusing.

We think it 's all just a big party...

but we're only putting ourselves in a trap.

Yeah, we find it amusing, and see what happens.

L thought it was funny when they shaved my hair...

but look at me! L look like a skinhead!

L look like a fucking neo-nazi and l think it 's funny!

That 's fucking self-destructive!

Hello... yeah, it 's me.

- Hi, Joana. Yeah, fine. - Who's Joana?

Do you think l went to college today?

It 's that brunette who's in love with Christo.

The one from the party or the one from the Internet?

L'll stay home. What do you wanna do?

L don't feel like seeing anyone today.

One of those girls that calls him all the time.

- He's building a reputation. - He could share with his friends!

- Right! - Gimme a break!

Sorry, l wasn't talking to you.

L fancy it, but let 's leave it for some other day.

L still got a fucking hangover.

L don't believe he's saying no to that chick!

- Tell her to come! - And bring some friends.

Don't be a jerk!

She wants to come alone, man, and be with me.

- So what? - Don't play hard to get!

That girl from the party...

l'll suck even her ass and if she farts, l'll inhale!

Joana? Hello?

- Did you say no to her? - The line was cut off.

- Next time, let me answer. - Stop! She's a child...

still in high school.

Even better, they love us college guys.

And she may not even know...

You're just a fucking pedophile!

Don't you prefer? They're more innocent, the flesh is firmer...

Yeah, and in bed they are stiff like corpses.

Tell her to come! We'll come up with something, right?

You bet! Go ahead, Christo!

All right.

Hello... Hi, Jo.

L'll tell you what. You come over.

- Oh, my! - Cool.

Of course l want you to come.

Okay. L'm waiting. Kisses.

You're not thinking what l think you're thinking.

- You suggested it. - Come on.

We're not thinking about anything.

How are we gonna do it?

- You call the shots. - It 's simple...

you take the chick to your room, we wait and suddenly show up.

Will she go for a little orgy?

- Wouldn't you? - Of course l would!

So, equal rights mean equality of desires...

Shut up! Be serious before she gets here.

He takes her to his room...

No, l think the backroom is better.

Great! Now the attorney is defending our cause.

Wait, let me talk.

L'll use some excuse, like...

"the maid is cleaning the house".

Add a touch of romance like:

- "We can be alone and very close." - Shut up!

If you have nothing good to say, shut up!

This is crucial for it to work out.

Okay, go on, if you know what to do.

Yeah, l know these things.

You start necking her, then take her blouse off slowly...

and then you caress her nipples.

This way you're gonna come before showing up!

You didn't have to interrupt!

Of course l did. So how will you know when to appear?

Don't worry, like, you're gonna have enough time...

to get the chick ready. You just have to control her.

You kiss her body slowly, until she's allwet!

When she's really hot our hormones will alert us!

- Christo, we just... - Fuck!

Fuck! Couldn't you have knocked?

- How could we guess? - Yeah, how could we?

You scared us!

Gee! Excuse me, but l have to say...

from the bottom of my heart...

you're really cute!

Yeah, It 's true. L don't want to be a jerk, but...

you shouldn't stop, it was really cool.

Would you be embarrassed...

if we stayed here, like...

...watching? - Yeah! Would you mind?

- C'mon, guys! - No, l'm serious.

It would be fun. Right, Joana?

Shit, what do you guys want?

If you don't feel like it, they'll go away.

L'll send them away.

Look... this is not gonna work.

- L'm sorry, but l don't feel like it. - Wait, let 's just talk.

It won't go beyond that.

You guys...

if you want group sex, l don't wanna spoil it.

L'll go away and you can fuck each other.

- Cut it out, guys! - Hey, she didn't get it.

She doesn't feel like it, that 's all!

Wait, Jo! Outta here! Out! Wait, Jo!

L knew you wouldn't pick the right time!

- We had to push a little more. - Another 1O seconds and she'd leave!

You're not telling us to leave and stay with her, right?

- What do you suggest? - She's almost there!

But we can't just go back.

Maybe if we try something else.

Love your place, you always have beer!

"It 's Miller time, and this Buds for you", right?

Shut up, Gabriel! Christo, we'll wait for the right moment.

L'll have to go back there and talk to her. She must be tense.

L'll apologize, or...

l'll say that l did it because she seemed to enjoy it.

She must be thinking it was a plan.

She must be mad like a bitch!

Don't say that, she's from a nice family.

Shut up, or l'll kick you both out of here!

Calm down. You're too tense.

She's coming. L can go on?

You mean: "Can l go on?"

Can't you stop?

Don't forget, she came because of "l".

That 's the future of the Brazilian Judiciary! Speak!

Well...

While l talk to her, you go to my room and hide in my closet.

It will give me enough time to take herto the room.

And then you hide, without a fuzz...

...so she won't suspect it. - Tha?s it, stallion!

L?s a joke, man! A joke!

You'll only come out at the right time.

We'll be right next to you, give us a sign.

Okay, you wait till l say:

"You're really beautiful."

That 's creativity! The phrase is mine!

- No way, l said it! - Get out!

Put some music on...

You're a jerk, aren't you?

You wanted me to fuck the others, right?

- Don't say you didn't enjoy it! - No, l didn't.

L didn't enjoy it. Not at all.

Stop that.

You're an asshole, you know?

- What is this? - L'll tie you up.

What 's this?

Are you tying me up?

Help!

Now l can't get away.

This way l can't see a thing!

You're really beautiful!

Where are you?

- Christo? - L'm here.

Get out!

Get out! What is this? Get off of me!

Get off of me!

Stop it!

Stop it! What is this? Stop!

Stop it! Stop it!

Stop it!

Get off of me!

Get out! Get out!

Stop it!

Let her off!

Stop it! Stop it!

Stop it!

Stop it!

You little bitch!

Bitch!

Jo?

Don't act like that. It was fun, wasn't it?

We won't tell anybody.

Joana?

- Jo? Jo? - What happened, Christiano?

- Talk to me. - What is it, Christo?

- Fuck! - Get out!

- Fuck! - What 's wrong?

- Let me see her. - I think she's gone!

- Her heart is not beating. - Calm down, man.

- Her heart is not beating! - Don't say that! Don't say that!

Do something! Aren't you a doctor?

- I just got to college! - But your father is a doctor!

What the fuck! He's a plastic surgeon!

- What are you doin'? - L'm just trying to listen!

What noise is that?

Fuck!

- My mother is home! - Your mother?

- She can't be home now! - But she is! What now?

Fuck, she can't come here!

She's gonna hear it!

- She must have heard already. - What are we gonna do?

You hide her and l'll distract my mom.

Hide her, just do anything!

- How was in the clinic, mom? - Fine.

'Cause, in college it was amazing. All kinds of people.

L thought you slept and didn't go.

But you couldn't miss your first day, right?

How could l miss the best part?

By the way, l didn't see you get home last night.

Was the party that good?

Yeah, it was great.

L think the college parties are gonna be hot.

- Is there someone here? - Of course not.

"Of course"? Your friends are always around.

But they are no one.

Are you all right, son? You're so pale.

- You think so? - A little.

L think it 's a hangover.

Oh, youth! Can't have fun without overdoing it!

- Joana! - Help me, man.

This picture's twisted. What happened?

L must have bumped into it.

She's coming...

Freud explains it.

Don't you want to know about my day?

Don't you want to talk to me, "Dona Maria"?

You know l don't like it when you call me that.

Why all the fuzz? L won't be long.

- And you complain we never talk! - L'm just going to change.

Hi, "Aunt" Maria!

Mom? Mom?

- How's she? - She's breathing! Help me here!

Be careful with the neck!

Watch out! Watch out!

Calm down. Maybe she's not dead, it could be just a...

cervical fracture and she's only quadriplegic.

Only quadriplegic? Only quadriplegic?!

Get off her! Mom!

This is not happening.

This just can't be happening.

How could this happen?

How something like this could happen?

- And you complain we never talk! - L'm just going to change.

Hi, "Aunt" Maria!

THE AUTHOR'S FINGER? GOD'S FINGER? Be careful with the neck!

How something like this could happen?

Couldn't you have acted like a doctor before she died?

Take it easy!

Now we gotta be cool, or the shit will get worse.

What could be worse than this? My mother's dead!

Leave her alone!

Can't you see what 's happening?

Exactly what we were talking about before.

This is self-destructive!

We're fucked.

We're gonna have to do something.

Do what? Call the police?

Do you intend to spend your life in jail?

As if going to jail would solve this fucking tragedy.

What punishment is worse than the shit we did?

We didn't do anything! It just happened!

- What 's the difference? - We didn't do it on purpose!

We're not guilty!

It doesn't matter if it was on purpose or not.

We're fucked up the same.

L'm sitting next to my dead mother... Dead!

And there's a girl tied to my bed, just as dead.

This is no time to debate points of view!

If it helps...

she ain't tied anymore.

She's in the closet.

In the closet?

How would you explain a corpse in the closet?

L don't know, like... a robbery?

There're many crazy robberies around.

What kind of robbery would explain this?

Any better ideas?

The problem of creating a story is...

we'll never say the same things when the police interrogate us...

when they question us separately.

We must get rid of the corpses...

in a way we don't have to explain anything.

- How? - I don't know. Like...

Cut them and bury in the backyard?

L'm not going to mutilate my mom!

That 's for the British! What do you see on TV?

It was just an idea. Calm down.

Then let 's go back to the robbery.

So...

We can say... we were kidnapped...

and weren't here when all this shit happened.

No. They'll do that DNA test and find out we fucked Joana!

Did anyone come inside her? Actually, did anyone use a condom?

- I came inside her! - That 's great.

- So, forget my idea of a robbery. - You don't understand.

The way things are going, this bitch may have given us AIDS!

What the fuck?!

Fuck! Could she have died because of that?

Shut up!

L can't take your fucking shit anymore!

It 's the fucking crisis.

And it 's not only financial, it 's a human crisis!

And we're in the center of it!

The clock is ticking!

Time's ticking...

We have to do something, or you wanna give it up?

- No. - Relax, man.

Take it easy.

Let 's go.

We have to get rid of the bodies.

What can we do?

Throw them in a river?

Throw two bodies in a river, and nobody will see it?

L'm trying to find a solution!

We can bury them...

in a far away place. What do you say?

- No, it won't work. - Why not?

If the tests he mentioned do exist...

if they find Joana, they'll find out about us.

Hey, doc...

are those tests for real or you're just copying the movies?

They do exist.

No, they do exist!

We may burn the bodies.

Where? In the backyard? And tell the neighbors we're having a barbecue?

Not here. Some far away place.

- Where? - In the woods.

- And you're gonna burn the woods? - Then we'll really be screwed.

There's no bail for a crime against nature!

That law has changed. Now there's bail for that crime.

Whatever, man. So you wanna burn a forest because of that?

L don't know...

What if we burn them in a landfill?

How did you have that idea?!

It 's just an idea! It comes from nowhere.

It 's a good idea.

A landfill...

Even if someone sees us, there won't be a heck of a witness.

Yeah... What kind of people go to landfills?

L bet you also got that from a movie.

There's only one problem.

L won't burn my mother.

No way!

Christo...

come on, man.

L know things are already a bitch... but why?

Just because we found a solution?

We don't need to burn your mom. We just have to get rid of Joana.

Your mom...

won't compromise us.

No, man, if anyone sees her here, they will find out we moved her.

We'll take her along...

but do nothing to her body.

We just leave at the landfill.

You're right, man!

Let 's go, guys. We decide the rest on the way.

Landfill, man? It 's the only way!

It 's the only way! Let 's go!

L owe you this.

- I can't believe this! - Have you seen that?

- Look at this movie... - It 's far fetched!

Fucking absurd! Let 's go!

- It 's a fucking clich? - Fucking trash!

Reality is a dream

A dream of eating

Like angel hair

As you can see

The city is bad

But you want to love

Look for a way out

Reality is a dream

A dream of eating

Like angel hair

As you can see

The city is bad

But you want to love

Look for a way out

There's none

Way out, there's no way out

Just streets, bridges and avenues

Way out, there's no way out

Just streets, bridges and avenues

Stop! Stop calling attention!

Fuck you! Get out of the way!

Why are so many people out at this hour?

The smart thing is to scream!

- L'm not screaming at you! - You're fucking calling attention!

Some people have fun in traffic. It 's fucking therapeutic!

Yeah, we're really having fun. It 's fucking funny!

Why don't you scream at the police?

You know what? This is not my dream of a first day in college.

We can't always get what we want.

Gotta be mature, have "tolerance to frustration".

This is not time for cheap psychology.

And there's a time for that?

L'm telling you, after what happened to my mom, it 's not the time!

But what 's your mom got to do with that?

It must be Oedipus complex.

- Motherfucker! Shut up! - Watch out, Christiano!

You're gonna hit it! Stop!

We're all tense, man.

Let 's try and relax, or we won't do a thing.

Like l said...

it 's all due to this fucking crisis.

You never stop? Shut up, for Gods sake!

Don't mention God now.

L can't talk about crisis, but he can mention God?

- Can you gimme somethin'? - No.

- Anything... - l'm broke.

- Buy a candy to help me? - I don't want it.

- Just a coin. - I have no money.

- Just to help my family. - Nobody has it, bro'.

And you? Just to help my family.

Maybe l've something for you.

Fucking brat!

That 's screwing, Christo.

- Fucking brat, man! - That 's screwing!

We've so many problems and he asks for money, c'mon!

Guys, we'll have to stop in a gas station.

Look for one with a 7-Eleven, l need cigarettes.

By the way, would any of you lend me one?

Lend a cigarette? Never heard of it before.

How do you give it back? You give me the butt?

- Well, you can give me your butt. - Get out, you fag!

L'm happy to help you with your addiction.

- Shit, man. Give it back. - L'll buy you another.

C'mon, brother. C'mon.

Hey, man!

When you're done, fill this one up.

Be careful not to spill out.

If it spills, it can only be outside.

Pedro! What 's up, man? How you doin'?

Pedro said we should go to Cabelo's show...

- Lots of chicks! - Great! Let 's go!

We can't forget we have things to do before.

What things? Classes started today.

Gabriel is right. We've things to do 'till tonight.

My mom used to say, "Duty before pleasure".

"Used" to say?

You're lucky, mine still says that.

She can't see l've grown up, l'm in college, and so on.

Moms are the pits. Pedro, we're going now.

See you, man.

Alright.

- Maybe we'll meet there. - Okay. Take care, man!

Bye, Pedro.

- See you, man. - See you.

- All right, man. - Yeah.

You've been working out, right?

Yeah! And following a diet... If you want...

No, thanks. Congratulations, great body.

Take care, guys.

- Gimme a coin? - I have nothing.

Man, don't be a jerk. What a faggot thing to say!

L was just trying to ease the tension between him and Christo.

What happened? We were big buddies.

Before you fucked his woman.

C'mon. Lena wasn't his girlfriend.

- She flirted both of us. - But he dated her first.

And that makes her his property?

Come on! We met, we flirted, we made out. That 's it.

"That 's it" for you, who deflowered her and all.

- But he really liked her! - Me too!

So much that you already dumped her.

She didn't want me anymore. If she did...

She didn't? What happened with the "golden dick"?

You always said: "You feel my dick, with me you'll stick!"

This time she didn't stick.

As the Chinese saying goes:

"A man has to beat his woman every day.

Even if he doesn't know why, she does."

L don't believe it!

- Leave that, shit! - Are you crazy?

Wait! L'll open it.

- Wait! - Hands off!

Come on, man!

Shut my mouth up this inhumane way

Of whom gives birth to a child and throws her in a grinder

l see wonderful things Sad things and otherthings

l can see that beauty exists and in beauty, exists pain

Shut my mouth up this uncontrolled way

Of who burns a person and blesses himself as the Savior

HIGHWAY PATROL Oh, shit!

- The police. - Shit.

Your license.

And the car's documents.

- I forgot 'em. - Can you wait here?

Forgot? Are you crazy?

They must be in the glove compartment.

Don't touch it! That 's why l didn't open it. Hide it!

So now l'll look for them.

Christo, you're the lawyer, lay the verb on her!

That 's it!

How much is a kiss if i?s to forgive?

How much is a life from one heart?

Calamity! Calamity!

Modernity has not come true

Calamity! Calamity!

The dream of the dream of the dream is over

Calamity! Calamity!

Modernity has not come true

Calamity! Calamity!

The dream of the dream of the dream is over

Oh, my God!

- No use pleading. - What did you say?

No use pleading for God, it won't help a bit.

What do you have against God?

It 's not against Him, l don't even believe He exists.

L'm against the Church, that wants people to believe in Him.

Sometimes people need the support of something bigger, more spiritual.

Like what, Mr. Clich?

Like that bullshit: "he who suffers on Earth may enter Paradise?"

You know l didn't mean it.

So you agree with the image of Paradise:

St. Peter with his long white beard...

angels with halos, and a celestial choir...

all under Gods eyes...

with his golden sandals on his throne at the end of Main Street.

- Where are you trying to get? - Just think: If there was a God...

would he let Paradise look like a gaudy theme park?

Maybe we want to think of Paradise as a theme park.

Of course. And would God let people believe in that crap?

Free will.

Free will is the most absurd way to end any debate.

Calamity!

Modernity has not come true

Calamity! Calamity!

The dream of the dream of the dream is over

Fuck!

- That 's all we needed, a flat tire. - Gods punishment.

So, we change the tire and drive further?

- It 's all right here. - Not here. Too much light.

L told you, man, too much light!

- Fuck! - Shut up and help us.

Go on!

Keep walking!

- L'll throw it. - No fucking way!

And leave your lighter with fingerprints?

- L'll get it later. - Shut up and throw it!

- Should we bury her? - We've discussed that!

Is it really the best solution?

What if the fire spreads? They'll check!

Check what? Forget it, we are in Brazil!

This means we've to do it badly?

They'll think a cigarette was thrown from the road.

But we're in the middle of nowhere!

They'll say squatters burned it to occupy the land.

Cut the bullshit and start the fire!

- What did you do, man? - I didn't do anything!

You set her on fire!

- But we had agreed! - I told you not to do it!

- Christo told me to do it! - Fuck! She's on fire!

- Do something, Francisco! - Do what?

- She's alive! - I don't know what to do!

Do anything!

Save her!

What did you do?

- What did you do, man? - She was suffering.

She was on fire.

- So you had to kill her? - I didn't kill her.

You said her heart wasn't beating!

L was wrong! But now...

- You banged her head! - But you set her on fire!

You killed her, not the fire!

L'm not guilty! L finished what was already done!

- You're guilty! - Just because l did it, right?

Nobody had the guts! Just me! And you asked for it.

Gabriel, we did this shit together.

That 's it, you asshole.

L just ended her suffering.

Are you crazy? Where are you going?

Man, his mother! She may also be alive!

Why "also"...if Joana is not?

Mom, mom, mom... Wake up, mom!

Talk to me!

Try to listen, man.

We gotta hear something!

What 's going on? What 's that fire?

- Who set that fire? - This woman is not feeling well.

So what? It 's illegal to set fires around here.

By the way, what are you doing here?

She's not feeling well, damn it!

Watch your mouth, kid. No excuses.

You just can't start a fire here!

This place can explode and everything will blow up!

That 's obvious, if it explodes, it 'll blow up.

Obvious, right? So why did you set the fire?

You wanna see everything blow up?

All we needed was this dumb to bother us!

Watch your mouth, baldy! L'll kick your ass!

And put that fire out, before l lose my mind.

- His mom isn't feeling well. - Shit, Gabriel!

Did you have to say she is his mother?

Mother? Whose mother?

What the hell's going on here? Will someone explain it to me?

And you? Did you have to say my name, Francisco?

Cut that out! Things are only getting worse.

Not feeling well, right?

- L'll call an ambulance then. - Hey, wait a minute, please!

You wanna die, man?

- You wanna die? - What 's on your mind?

What 's on your mind?

You wanna die?

- Easy! - I thought we were in this together!

Easy...

Everyone has his limits.

- Everyone has his limits, man! - Put that gun away, Gabriel.

Relax, we're not gonna do anything.

- Easy! - Throw away your gun!

Okay, but put that down or you'll hurt someone.

Stop saying "easy" and throw the gun away!

- Easy! - Do it!

- Whose fucking phone is that? - It 's mine.

- Then get it, shit! - No, don't answer!

Doesn't look like we're always being watched?

Doesn't look like we're always being watched?

- I guarantee it 's not God. - Not answering is more suspicious.

- I agree. - Then get it.

But for Gods sake, Christiano, act naturally.

You pleading to God? Things must be real bad.

Hi, yes, fine. And you?

Okay... fine.

You know, l've been kind of lost...

Really? So everyone is there?

No shit...

l don't know if l can...

You know. But we'll try...

Okay, see you. See you!

- So? - No, nothing.

It was Lena, talking about Cabelo's show.

Fuck, man!

Everyone must be there. L bet it 's gonna be great.

Cabelo is fucking cool.

How can he attract so many people to listen to his music?

His sound is a killer!

If we hurry up, we'll still have time to go.

It would be one heck of an alibi, right?

Christo, didn't Lena dump you?

What the hell?! Do you think that matters now?

It 's urgent to know what we'll do with our new friend.

You're right. Now we're fucked.

We're not fucked.

We can make it look like he's the culprit.

Shit! You're gonna involve the poor bastard?

- He's already involved. - You won't kill him, right?

No... of course.

- Of course not or yes? - Of course not!

But we've gotta do something or he'll tell on us.

Gimme this shit, before someone gets hurt.

You think he'll take part of it?

How are you gonna fit him with the rest?

L don't know.

We make it look like he raped Christo's mother.

If he makes a report or if there's an investigation...

...they'll find his sperm in her. - You're nuts!

No way he's gonna come in my mom!

- He's right, Christo. - No fucking way!

The police would care about the sperm...

and wouldn't care about all the rest.

And, you know, rape is all the rage right now.

You must be joking. You must be joking!

Christiano, look at us.

You think we are kidding?

No! No fucking way!

Great.

All right. How are we gonna do that?

He won't fuck a corpse.

- He doesn't know she's dead. - But he'll notice.

She's getting stiff, and will soon start to stink.

Then it has to be quick. But l'm not gonna talk him into it.

L do it.

Hey, man.

Hey! Wake up...

Shit! Wake up, man.

- No, wait, man! - You bastard!

Motherfucker! L'll kill you!

- Get out! Get out! - Motherfucker!

No, of course not. Fucking absurd!

- Wait! Let 's talk! - Motherfucker!

It ain't true? How did it happen?

Hey, man...

Wake up... Wake up, man. C'mon, we have to talk.

L'm sorry for that, but we need a favor.

- We just... - Motherfucker!

- Let me go! - You sucker!

- Let me go! - L'll kill you, motherfucker!

Now he's really involved.

You did it, Christiano.

Now he really won't fuck your mother.

Rape seems to be out of question.

L guess we can still make him come.

Look...

l don't want to be annoying...

l won't complain about him coming in my mom.

But l'm pretty sure the guy's dead.

- I think it 's all over now. - I don't know.

Maybe a guy can come after death. L've heard that somewhere.

- I know... at the highway patrol. - Fuck you! Any better ideas?

Relax, just kidding.

Go ahead. What 's the idea?

We've gotta jerk him off. It 's gotta be fast or it won't work.

- What are you talking about? - You're a real pervert!

Won't they know he came after death?

You're right.

And the shot in the head?

It never ends.

Better still...

he did some weird stuff to her.

Sorry, man.

And he regretted it.

- What a regretful man does? - He kills himself!

Wait! L shot him with my mother's gun!

Chico, get his gun.

Not with your hand!

Give me that.

Yeah, our luck is turning:

...it 's the same caliber. - So what?

The bullet could have come from his gun. The guns are almost identical.

Haven't you ever seen it in a movie? So...

we do him a hand job overyour mom...

How we're gonna do that?

We flip, to see who'll do the job.

If you've got a better idea, l'm all for it.

And l'm the gay one!

L agree, but l can't stand seeing that happen to my mom.

How can we hold this fatty without you?

- You have to helpus. - And what about the gun?

We've gotta change the bullets, so they have the same brand.

And shoot once to leave powder in his hand.

Fuck!

Fuck!

- I don't believe we did that! - Easy, Christo.

You did the right thing. Things just happened.

What?

You killed the guy who raped and killed your mom.

- Anyone would have done the same. - Are you nuts?

Relax, he's just rehearsing a story.

L'm not talking about that.

- What, then? - You guys don't see it?

How can we drive my mother's car if she has disappeared?

- Shit, you're right. - Damn... what now?

Someday lwillwalk around

Just to play, just for fun

Jumpingwalls Crossing red lights

Full of violations

l'll keepwalking, laughing

l'll go against the limits

It 's not gonna work.

Everyone saw us in your mother's car.

Even Pedro.

Pedro isn't a problem.

- We can talk to him. - Are you planning to kill him?

That 's absurd!

- You have problems, but... - I didn't say that!

- I know you two... - I didn't say that!

The way things are going, they'll think it was a slaughter.

- Or maybe a serial killer. - Serial killer?

And how would the dump watchman have attacked Christo's mother?

Unless she had come here.

What would she be doing here?

Oh, yeah?

Tell me one thing:

You think nobody knew Joana was at my place?

So how did she simply disappear?

Of course not!

Simply disappear?

So how was that?

Disappear!

L had forgotten her! You had to remind me!

Oh, shit! The Internet...

- Fuck. The Internet. - What are you talking about?

Did anyone turn the computer off?

The Internet? What are you saying?

Did anyone turn the computer off?

No, man, of course not.

Oh, no. Oh, no, man!

Don't tell me that your fucking webcam was on!

You won! That was the worst one.

You see? And you don't believe me!

It 's the fucking globalization!

Gabriel, l'm gonna smack your ugly face!

- My lighter! L almost forgot it. - Almost? You did forget it!

It 's useless to get it now. Everything's fucked up.

It 's so bad that if it gets worse, it gets better.

You bet.

Fuck!

We missed Cabelo's show.

L only wanted to have fun.

And see what happens.

Right? We only wanted to have fun.

Why is it simpler in American movies?

Their serial killers are very well trained. We are not.

L'm not a serial killer.

Don't worry. There, they learn it very early.

No wonder a good chunk of American youth...

have a strong homicidal tendency.

The NY Stock Exchange is a great school!

What?

The NY Stock Exchange is the biggest serial killer in history.

After the '29 crash...

thousands of people killed their children...

and jumped out of buildings...

without money or hope.

L give up!

L can't stand your bullshit.

We're screwed, and all you say is... cheap philosophy.

What a fucking clich?

Christo, hand me your mobile.

If we made up a story...

we'd never say the same things when we were interrogated.

- Who are you calling? - My father.

Say something.

Say something. L can't stand this silence!

Fucking silence!

Man...

will we be treated like those guys that burned a beggar?

What beggar? It was an Indian.

What was his name? Payakan?

No, Payakan was the one who raped that teacher.

Yeah! His wife helped him.

L meant those guys who burned a beggar in Rio.

But the Indian got a lot more coverage.

You're right.

Yeah.

So?

No dice. He says we need to find a culprit.

A culprit...

l hope you become a better pro than your dad.

Those marketing guys are useless.

- Where are you going? - L'm calling my dad.

L'm calling my dad.

What were you talking about?

That mess with the Indian in Bras?ia.

Which one? Payakan or the "burned-alive"?

Was that his name? Like, "Sitting Bull"?

Like, "Sitting Bull"?

No, he really was burned alive.

- And? - He didn't help a lot.

He said we must get rid of all the bodies.

What, man?

No fucking way, l'm calling my father!

And what do l tell him? That we killed my mom?

You don't have to tell the whole story.

Besides, they weren't married for long.

No way! No fucking way!

Maybe he'll enjoy doing something for you.

And you don't have to mention your mom.

You think he's not gonna find out, man?

Besides...

l already know what he would say.

You just have to believe you're innocent.

- But the shit was too big. - We tried to do the best.

We did our best.

We considered all possibilities, but things got more complicated.

- We couldn't find a solution. - There was no way.

How could we foresee so many things?

We wouldn't predict the end if we hadn't given up.

When we gave up, we were in deep shit.

Of course! You two are perfectionists!

What do you mean, perfectionists?

When that guy appeared, you fucked it all up!

L didn't! You screwed it all.

What? If l didn't act, Chico would be fucked up.

The worst thing was your Internet fuck-up.

Fucking fuck-up! Now we're like Hollywood stars!

- You think a lot of people saw it? - You shouldn't have done that.

We were trying to say...

- It wasn't on purpose. - We're not guilty.

So what do you want? You're no longer kids.

Growing up is like that, you must face the challenges.

But you don't have to worry anymore.

L see you are regretful and, after all...

you're not so guilty.

But...

...what now? - Everything is solved, right?

And the Internet?

Nobody saw it? Won't they talk?

You think that is so important?

Do you really care about what other people say?

Nowadays, people share the same ideals, right?

But in reality...

each one explains the facts according to his own interests.

Therefore...

Free will?

So...

it all ends well?

Thank God!

"OH, POOR YOU WHO FEEL THE SAME...

BUT CAN'T SPEAK OF MAN'S FATE.

OVERPOWERED BY THE VOID THAT RULES OVER US..."

You may fuck up, many times.

Money always helps, but without it...

Justice doesn't work, it doesn't work.

It 's a generalized problem.

That 's happened to me, l was furious!

My car hit a puddle and the water splashed on a man.

They hit a puddle, next to me, remember?

All that mud!

Not with a car, l did it with a bicycle.

We threw eggs on people.

When you live in a building...

you see that lug neighbor and spit on his head!

L put chewing gum on girls' hair.

L ribbed TV's, but l never threw stones.

Just like a Carnival joking.

We sprayed the fire extinguisher on them.

They sprayed it on me, so l did the same on them.

The guy wanted to die!

Happened to me, my whole body itched.

We laughed all day.

It 's a phase everyone goes throw wanting...

to tease people, to extrapolate.

It 's part of man's unconsciousness.

Even if somebody did it, no one will talk about it!

L've already heard it. Take many buddies and...

l think it was different, aggressive, but different.

In some cases, it was the girl who wanted it.

So everyone gets in, a real orgy.

It 's different... three dicks... l mean, six hands...

It 's bizarre, but nice.

A decent girl wouldn't let someone tie and blindfold her...

It 's more sadomasochistic.

If she hurts me, l'll do the same.

- That 's the way... - Relax and enjoy.

If she noticed it was different and she enjoyed it, okay.

It turned into a rape.

- It was not on purpose! - But it was a rape.

They didn't plan to rape.

They came out of the closet, and that 's it!

Then it 's jail!

Nice is the guy who shares his girl with two others.

She wanted only one of them.

He was the SOB, calling his friends. He's a fag!

They wanted to fuck each other.

L think you should fuck up!

If my brother were a rapist, l'd kill him!

If it was my son, l'd kill him.

L'm getting worried. L won't be able to sleep tonight.

The worst ones are not those who rape and leave...

but those who rape and kill.

If the police asked why she was there, we would be fucked.

If my girlfriend were raped...

then it 'd be better if they killed her.

L did the right thing, l left her on the street.

- We're screwed... - We gotta do something!

You can turn around like a snail's fart...

there's nothing you can do.

What 's a fart if you're already in shit? Hide it!

- L'd get rid of the body! - L'd get rid of it.

You gotta hide the girl, 'cause you're screwed!

Why don't you confess?

'Cause the guys are screwed!

Who knows if you'll come out safe? Someone may kill you.

A brother, a father, an uncle, anyone.

It 's better to get rid of the body and it 's over.

First you try to do it without your parents' help.

You're nuts! My dad would kill me!

My parents would help me better than anyone.

Your dad wants the best for you.

L'm sure he would help me, obviously.

- I would call someone. - But not the police.

At this age, you watch a movie and start getting funny ideas.

L'd put her in the trunk...

find a dirty road, with lights off...

l'd put her in the car and disappear.

Throw the girl in the woods!

In a sewer. Or a manhole.

- A river is the best way. - Would you throw her in a river?

You see, in the movies they get the body and check the DNA...

l think in Brazil that won't happen!

Imitating "Shallow Grave"...

l would cut the hands and feet...

It 's so complicated, cutting a body.

No, no cutting. Just burning.

Set fire on her, throw acid to burn it all.

L'd burn her. L really would.

- Carbonize it! - Burn.

You burn the body, the bones are left, use acid.

It 's absurd, you're all a bunch of macho assholes.

You forgot the document.

It wouldn't help give myself up to the police!

The police? No way!

- Motherfuckers! - Bastards!

That 's it!

- I don't trust the police. - Not the Brazilian police.

Not ours.

They kill and no one sees it.

Police? What police?

They're thieves, using their uniforms...

to steal more than bank robbers.

Because of our aspect, they come heavy on us.

A cop robbed my dad, another almost kidnapped me.

We need a"Police for the Police". But IA does a damn thing!

There's no justice for them!

It 's not an ordinary jury, where they fuck you.

L was a victim.

We don't know if we're more afraid of thieves than of cops.

Be a policeman and you can kill people.

What have you done?

- I did nothing! - You set her on fire!

Worse than a corpse burning is a person burning alive, right?

It 's real.

A SOB burns an Indian or beggar, he's sick.

And if he does it, he can burn a girl who's...

- Dead! - Honestly...

l don't know what l'd do if l was desperate. L'd burn her.

- Be serious! - She was alive.

So you're idiots!

To see if the person's dead, you check the pulse first.

Did they check it?

L think her heart is not beating!

And was she dead?

You were desperate.

She's burning, but alive. What would you do?

L'd let her burn. And you?

L wouldn't! L'm not that cruel!

Imagine if she recovers, she's pregnant...

starts to screw your life and sue you.

Then burn her!

You started this shit, at least get it done.

Frankly, l'm very cold. Fuck her, let her burn.

But you are burning someone you know.

L don't like it, but l'd kill her. What else?

Gee!

- Stop the pain? L'd let her die. - Man, pull out a gun and shoot.

Only a beat or a shot, anything.

You bang the head, and that 's it.

Get a stick and bang her head 'till she stops...

She's already burning.

After that, you pray to our Father in Heaven.

L'd feel bad for two years, but l'd forget it.

Make the sign of the cross, and fuck it!

Free will?

L believe in God.

- I believe. - I think He exists.

- I don't. - There must be something.

L believe in Him, in Jesus and that 's it.

L don't believe in anything.

L believe in God, but not in the Church.

L can't say it isn't real, but l don't believe it.

God is everything, you have to believe and trust.

No, l believe. L pray every night... almost.

But...

l don't know what it is, l just believe it.

L don't believe He is the way they paint Him.

We, humans, need to believe in something.

L'm more scientific. L think God exists and all...

The point is not if you believe, but if you feel God.

Some don't feel Him. You lean on a superior power.

L'm extremely catholic.

For your convenience.

But l follow the scientific theory.

One doesn't have to believe in something...

just needs to blame someone!

You never felt the need to depend on someone?

You look for Him only when you need?

God is a way to make people comfortable...

l can't do it now, l don't wanna think about it...

leave it to God. Jesus saves me.

What if the miracles in the Bible are man's inventions?

The Bible was written many times by men and l don't trust men.

The Bible is expensive and it 's not worth reading.

L mean, it is worth it, but not paying...

those who use the name of God to make money...

Better steal or, l don't know, find a job, bro'.

And so it goes.

Well, if there is a God, may He forgive me!

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