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SEA OF ROSES

Written and directed by Ana Carolina

Let me talk a little bit more?

I swear, it's not the same subject anymore.

Every time I start to talk, you cut me off.

Let me complete a single thought. I'm tired of talking alone.

What do you mean?

Every time I start to talk,

you not only interrupt me, you ruin everything I say.

I ruin everything?

Happiness, any conversation now will turn into a fight.

I don't want to fight.

I want to talk to you.

You always come back to the same subject, Happiness.

It's not the same subject, sir.

I want, once and for all, give things their proper names.

What proper names?

A name for our life, for example.

In the first place, my life is not about a name,

and never has been.

Second, I am on a road,

and this is no time to talk about us.

This topic is over.

It is never the right time to talk.

When I ask to talk about our life, Sérgio.

That is why I fight.

Fight, no.

Only confirm the truth.

Why are we making this trip?

Do you listen when I speak?

Sérgio?

You promised to listen to me this time.

I promised and I didn't keep it. So what?

Oh my God!

Didn't we take this trip to get our crappy lives in order?

Listen, I'd like you to help me,

to find a way to continue our marriage.

Our crappy marriage.

I want to find in you a way to keep my life going.

Do you know what I'm going to do?

I'm going to look up in the dictionary, and in the civil code,

the definition of marriage, and give it to you.

That way you'll know, once and for all,

and you can lead your life as you wish.

Your life and your marriage.

It's your life here, and your marriage there.

You can live your life as you want.

Sure.

Sure. That's right.

So you're going to keep bugging me, Happiness?

Oh, Lord! How I miss something I never had.

Damn it! What a pain!

I don't want her to go through what I went through with my mother.

What my mother went through with my grandmother.

I can already establish a different way of living.

- I can't accept a separation. - What separation?

I don't know!

She deserves more than I got.

Calm down.

I've been asking you to calm down for a long time.

We've been traveling for five hours.

And this is the fourth time you've said it.

The fourth!

Are you kidding me? Fourth?

Who made you a photograph of John Wayne?

Who showed you the rainbow?

Who went to the interchange to look for a wedding ring?

This wedding ring!

This one you threw out the window.

Who asked you

if you wanted to continue the trip

or go home?

It was you!

I don't even know if you wanted to go on this trip.

Happiness, sometimes I realize that you don't know me.

I think I don't.

Or at least I only know one side.

Your disgusting side of a businessman

who made money by evading,

taking advantage of me and others.

- Stop talking! - It's always like this.

Fifteen years ago. Fifteen years!

Hey, Happiness.

Happiness, Sérgio. Happiness!

- Leave that door open! - Calm down, Sérgio.

I'm a very calm person.

Look how calm I am. Look how great I am.

My heartbeat is normal.

You've never seen me sweat.

You've never seen me passing out drunk.

Let's forget about it. This went too far.

That's right. We made it this far.

What will it be like from now on?

We will crawl like a slug, right?

That is, at best. Let me talk.

You have to confess me five things.

I can't handle.

This love for Betinha.

Second, my role as a saintly wife.

Then I have to wake up happy. Be happy.

To dream happy without knowing about my husband's affective life.

Am I wrong, Sérgio?

Say it one more time, if you didn't lie.

The only thing I asked you for.

You swore you would keep it.

- Mom, I'm disgusted. - Honey, no!

And I am sure you took Betinha to meet these people.

Right.

Mom, dad, grandma, grandpa, uncle.

It's not your family.

I don't like it, I don't want it.

Stop it.

I own my own life

Stop,

Happiness!

Open up, Mom!

- Mom! Did you kill my father? - I did.

- What you don't know, - Mom!

is that you lie unconsciously.

I like you very much.

Are you worried, Mom?

What you don't know,

is that you are a being.

That lies unconsciously.

Mom, do you have a match?

but I don't know why.

- Do you want to smoke? - I like you very much.

Let me light it for you.

Mom, are you worried?

Don't bother me.

Tie up your hair!

You're driving badly.

Go to the backseat.

São Paulo.

São Paulo. Fifty-seven, eighty-one.

Five plus seven, twelve.

Twelve nine out of three.

Me and you.

Three to eight, eleven.

Eleven nine times out of three.

Mom, thirteen again.

Which number do you like the most?

- I love three. - What you don't feel...

I love number nine too.

What you don't know unconsciously.

Do you know why I love nine?

Because nine times out is zero.

Go to the backseat now!

Mom, just one more zero.

- Go. - Mom!

Now!

What a heck! It's so hot.

- Mom, put your hair up! - You do it.

There's a hairpin in my purse.

What happened?

Sir, what is it?

Nothing to worry about. A couple fell in the middle of the mangrove.

Did they die, Mom?

Of course.

With a mouth full of mud.

You ask such strange questions.

Mom, I like your hair.

Your hair is so pretty, Mom.

I like to comb it.

What a day.

What a suffering.

What a mess.

They didn't even have time to hate each other.

They died dirty.

No, maybe they died clean.

They weren't married.

They thought they had everything.

Love, youth... Love.

Like, I don't care.

- Mommy. - What?

I didn't want to leave here like this.

Let's go back to the hotel just to see what happened to him.

Just to have a look, Mom.

Think about it. It won't work.

Everything is weird today.

To tell you the truth, I didn't want to leave.

I don't want to be running away with you.

Mom.

Stop it!

Mom! How cute. Just one more.

Jesus.

That's really cute.

Stop it!

Obey me.

Look what you've done.

I'm bleeding.

Give me the scarf over there.

- Tie up on my neck. - Hold on.

Now!

I don't want a word until I get home or I'll beat you up.

Little worm, give me a kiss.

You stupid.

You kissed me wrong, the mouth is on the other side.

Mom.

There's a black car following us.

Really?

Mom, look at the black car.

It's following us.

- That's interesting. - Look, they're chasing us.

It's from São Paulo, mom.

It has been following us since Rio.

Very interesting.

I'm warning you, Mom.

There's no car back there.

I want to pee.

We'll stop soon.

Speed up, mom!

What are you talking about?

Are you crazy?

This is the last warning.

The black car is really following us.

I have an idea.

Turn on the radio.

Good afternoon. Can you fill up the tank?

Betinha, give me my purse.

Can you look at the tire?

Good afternoon.

- Is it filled? - Yes, ma'am.

- At this level? - Right.

I'm this filled.

The filling station is right there.

It's going to blow up.

Give me water.

How could this happen?

How could you let this happen?

Don't you pay attention?

I think you got severely injured.

A disaster could have happened.

Don't move. It must be burning.

Be careful.

Okay, guys. Move on.

- Go and get me a glass of water. - I didn't mean to do this!

Is there any sugar in this place?

Does it burn or not?

Can you walk?

Don't be nervous. It will be over soon.

We will find a good way to relief it.

Relax. You can count on me now.

My name is Orlando Bardo. I'm at your disposal.

Nice to meet you.

Hey, buddy. Bring my car here, please.

Don't do it. Let me help you.

Thank you very much.

This is BR-84 radio. The Cassapava station.

Come here, buddy.

You're a monster.

Whenever I travel, I travel well prepared.

Preventing accidents is a duty for everyone.

And a prevented man is worth a whole drugstore.

Let's take a look.

Is it burning?

A little bit.

If it hurts too much, we can stop.

What's going on?

- It'll be over soon. - Sir, my bill.

No, don't worry.

Later I solve that too.

You're a monster.

You haven't told me your name.

- What do you mean? - Get me a scarf here.

- Happiness. - Thank you.

What a weird day.

Hey, buddy. Could you give me the lady's bill here?

Fill up the blue car, and clean the window.

It is what it is. Answer me honestly.

Are you fine?

Yes, I am.

Are you able to drive?

Because we are both heading to São Paulo.

I'm a little nervous to tell you the truth.

You should come with me.

Alright.

Let's go.

Hold on. I'm going to get things in my car.

I'll go all the way through now.

I need to know who this man is.

Hey, buddy. Park the lady's car.

By the end of the week someone will come to get it.

Take the money here.

Keep the change.

Why did you do that?

And why are you following us?

Let's go.

Get in the car.

Friends warn us about the dangers of life.

And I've already warned you.

Punishment comes as fast as a horse.

Mrs. Happiness, is your leg still hurting a lot?

It's hurting a little.

What burns, cure. What squeeze, holds.

Hey, mom. Do you think this guy is funny?

Mom, I'm going to laugh just so we don't lose our ride.

Mom, it's okay if you don't laugh.

But as I was saying.

Everything must be calculated in agriculture.

It's almost Mathematic.

For example, the length of the cob, the number of grains.

The number of kernels in each row of the cob.

- So you work with agriculture? - He works with agriculture.

No. I've already sold farming implements.

But listen, Mrs. Happiness.

I think that everything one does, he must do it very well.

That's right, Mom.

And I sincerely believe that work dignifies man.

I know...

I think so. Work, family.

Family, work.

A man who doesn't have a family is a loser.

- You see, Betinha? - Cool.

What about the money? Money is not the most important thing either.

- But money is important, isn't it? - Of course it is.

I'm all for hierarchies.

- Laws must be obeyed. - It's a lie.

The patron saint of drivers is Saint Christopher, isn't it?

Yes, it is.

My patron saint is my family.

It is what it is.

Take a look.

My life is an open book.

You got married very young.

At least she looks like a young girl.

What? Everybody say that,

"She looks like a girl."

In fact, we are only five years apart.

Really? What's her name?

Crisete. It's from a Northeastern family.

Oh, Northeastern family.

That's right.

A Northeasterner with a Southerner.

- It is the integration. - I know...

My family is small. It's just me and one sister.

But her family is quite big. There are seven siblings.

Cleonice, Cleanto, Clidenor, Cleonilde,

Cloiste, that is the fifth daughter.

Cleidemar and Clienor.

Clitores, Clistuff.

Alright... So it means you live in São Paulo.

Fortuitously, Mrs. Felicidade. You know...

- I mean... - Go ahead, Mr. Barde.

I know São Paulo like the back of my hand.

I lived in São Paulo for many years.

But I must consider that São Paulo is bad for my family's well being.

It's impossible.

And what about Rio?

Ah, Rio... I also know it like the back of my hand,

Indeed it is a beautiful city.

You could even say wonderful.

But for my family's well being I don't think it's good, you know?

Well, Mr. Orlando. Where do you live, anyway?

I told you, if you have any doubts,

we can go back to 117 kilometre.

- No! - 117.

7 plus 1, 8. 8 plus 1, 9.

9 out of 0, zero. Thank God!

Don't you remember? I was telling you what happened to my family.

- To me? - Yes. I told you.

What was it?

I think that nowadays we have to be very careful.

You can't just tell everyone where you live.

I don't know where you live for example.

São Paulo. Angélica Avenue, 1620. Apartment 111.

You gave it up, Mom.

I was so unhappy at Angélica Avenue.

Oh, but this, for example, is very good.

That's great. Excellent.

These young people that stay around saying,

"Happiness!". For me happiness should be abolished.

Didn't I tell you, Mom?

I am a man who has reached an enviable position in life because of this.

- A good one? - Enviable.

Oh, you are an owner.

I don't own anything.

So you are an employee? Do you have a salary?

Do you want to know one of my functions?

Yes, I do.

- Make others obey me. - You are the boss.

- Yes, I am. - Very interesting.

- Fear or fear not, obey me. - Of course.

- So you deal with people, don't you? - Yes. Every day.

But not all day.

I know how it is.

A bar of butter in the face of the black woman.

My mother told me to hit here.

Do you mind if I turn on the radio?

Do I mind? Of course I do.

It bothers me.

Some people say that those who are bothered should move out,

but every traveller has their peculiarities.

For example, I hate battery radios.

- Battery radios? - Yes.

Of plundering, being caught in the act, discovering,

to discover, to uncover, to take by surprise, to grab.

As they say... I got you.

Do you think he is funny, mom?

There is someone waiting for a phone call from me.

Can you wait a little bit there, Mrs. Happiness?

Mom,

what do you like most?

To give orders, or to obey?

I like to give orders.

That's a lie.

You're lying.

Mom, this guy is going to arrest you now.

I'm sorry, Mr. Bart, but she's giving me a hard time today.

Stay here. Don't get out of this car.

- What city is this? - I don't know.

I will make a call, and be back in a minute.

In the middle of nowhere.

Let's see the license plate of this car.

No, it's okay.

There was a little problem, but everything's fine now.

No, you can relax.

I'm going to be invisible.

You can relax.

Yeah, I think we can make it on time.

Alright, alright.

I'll try. No problem.

Hold on. I'm almost done.

Betinha!

Betinha!

Hey, girl!

Betinha, let's go. He has something to do with your father.

- What do you mean? - That's all.

This man with the moustache, I've seen him at my father's factory.

Take your hands out of me.

Let me go!

- What happened? - Betinha, ran away!

- How? - Running away.

Let's get into the car.

I know very well this kind of situation.

But when we want to, we don't let anyone out of our sight.

Stay here!

Little strokes...

fell great oaks.

No. Give it up.

You know what?

This girl always gave me trouble.

God save me.

Sometimes I wish she would die.

You remain optimistic.

- Look at her! - It's her!

Look at how this freedom has turned into anarchy.

Damned.

If I were you, I wouldn't let that girl far.

I would stick on that girl.

But looks like you don't have that courage, right?

Yes, I have.

Betinha.

Come here!

Come here!

I'll be on the other side of the square.

I'm waiting for you there.

Get off me!

- You are hurting me. - I got you!

Abstinence is the price of eternal freedom.

Let me go! Let go of me.

I'll fight.

I'll fight.

I'll not fight.

All those who search with faith, will not find Him.

Patience and irony.

- What are you doing? Come here. - You dumb.

Come here both of you now.

Wait!

Watch out.

Look at the bus.

- Watch out! - Mom!

Mom!

You are dumb. Are you blind?

Didn't you see the woman there?

Do you want a glass of water, mom?

Mom, are you really going to die now?

Lady, come here!

My mother is dying on the street.

Calm down, girl. Hold on.

- Get this girl a glass of water. - Hurry up. For God's sake!

Honey, calm down. It's of no use getting nervous.

But I am nervous.

Thank you, Mrs. Judith. Come here.

Sorry. Get out.

Go on, take her hand. Lift her up.

Get her up.

- They broke her legs. - Drink it.

Wait. Her bag.

Some sugar water will do you good.

I'll go to the car, and be right back.

Mr. Bart, come back.

My mother asked you to stay.

Put her in a bed.

- Stay. - Alright.

What a pity.

You don't need to call the cops.

- Go on. - Sorry?

Let go of her.

I'm fine. I'm fine.

Beware!

Are you alright?

Let's go to my house. Dirceu will love you.

He is going to love you all.

- He is a very good person. - Where is your house?

It's right here. This one.

She's going to faint again.

I'm sorry. It's here. Come.

Come!

Take your hand out of me.

Oh, hell.

Dirceu, we were waiting for a surprise, and it has just happened.

Come, Dirceu. Get out of the window, Dirceu.

Who in the world has ever seen such a thing? My husband is very idle.

Every day is a good day because tomorrow cannot be postponed.

Good afternoon.

Very nice to meet you.

May I have the pleasure of meeting you?

Happiness.

What an evocative name, right?

- Orlando Bard. - Bard?

Oh, Bard. The traveler. Look who crawled out of the cave.

But not every road is extraordinary.

No dust, no stone, no thorn.

It's not every traveler who deserves the best road.

And... Oh my God! Today he woke up inspired.

Stop fooling around, Dirceu.

You don't care about it, right?

Do you know what happens?

He should be a poet,

but he's a dentist.

Don't you realize the poor girl has just suffered a disaster?

Niobe...

What the hell.

Stop this nonsense, Dirceu.

She's hurt, Dirceu. She's scared.

Go get some chairs and serve some food to the guests.

Don't you get it, Dirceu?

- Where are the chairs? - Okay, chairs. The chairs.

Oh, my God. Where are those chairs?

You can make yourself comfortable.

You can take out the necktie.

Take off the jacket.

In this house we are all alert.

- Tell us about your adventure. - My mother almost died.

- Did she? - Almost. Almost.

Almost. Almost. Almost.

You can't imagine how horrible it was, Dirceu.

Let me tell you.

Dirceu, I was in the kitchen making potatoes.

those small potatoes with the peel that you love.

Remember the ones you love that I put in the pan with salt,

and garlic, and put in the oven? It's in the oven, Dirceu.

Do you know the recipe, Mrs. Felicidade? It's delicious!

Dirceu, I was in the kitchen, and I heard a horrible noise in the street.

I ran out, opened the door, and...

Can you imagine what I saw, Dirceu?

I didn't know if it was a headless body,

or a head without a body.

And I kept thinking, "Am I going to help or not?",

"What should I do?". Look at this selfishness, Dirceu.

How selfish is the human being!

So, Dirceu, I saw the bus was full.

The wheels were huge.

Enormous.

And this poor creature was under the bus.

That's what I always say, Dirceu.

And you don't believe me.

When a miracle has to happen, it just happens.

I saw with these eyes that the earth will eat.

Is it true or not, Mrs. Happiness?

Yes, it is.

So, Dirceu...

You know, Dirceu and I talk a lot about this topic.

This is not the topic, Niobe.

Yes, it is. That is the topic, Dirceu.

The hand of death.

- You see, Mr. Barde? - Stop it!

How mean! How horrible, Dirceu!

That fragile body was going to die. I said, "She's going to die.",

"She is dead.", "She's gone!".

And the poor woman is going to die in a stupid and silly way.

Under a bus.

Do you know, Dirceu?

When I think of the word "bus",

I can't help but think of death.

Death!

Is it death or passing away that we say, Mr. Landir?

Let's discuss it another day.

Yes, let's do it another day.

But today I felt...

a weakness in my legs.

My tongue was numb.

There was something choking me.

I wanted to scream, I wanted to talk.

Nothing came out.

I was getting dizzy.

Dizzy...

Then this angel showed up.

This little angel that is sitting right next to her mommy.

If she says so.

- It's your daughter, isn't it? - I don't know.

So, she doesn't know.

Then an angel appeared, a little angel.

All dressed up in costumes, confetti and streamers.

- And with a reco-reco, right? - Sure.

I's a little angel.

Bolão and Azeitona.

Then a little angel appeared,

grabbed my arm,

and did like this.

And what did he do, Dirceu?

Pulled me out of my daze.

A daze.

Then, Dirceu,

I had a question.

I didn't know whether to take a glass of water with sugar,

or if I should help.

I decided to take a glass of water with sugar.

I had to do something, right?

"Do".

I hate this word.

"Do".

Niobe, I want to know if there was blood.

Blood, Niobe.

Blood, Dirceu?

You, with your obsession for mouth anatomy manuals!

You only want to talk about blood afterwards.

Oh, Dirceu!

Do you want me to die without expressing my opinion?

It's always like this with me!

I was there and thank God, Mr. Oswald Lande appeared to me.

- Madam, I am Bart! Bart! - I'm sorry.

- He was there to take all the measures. - Doctor Oswald Leite

Dirceu, do you know who drunk the glass of water with sugar?

I did.

- Sorry, I have no patience. - And I ended up bringing these guys

so we could distract ourselves, and put an end to this fucking monotony.

Everyone who is a legit person can not-

If there are no people,

you can only count on us.

Bravo!

Thank you.

Good-looking.

- Do you feel anything? - God.

No, no. Everything is fine.

It's your wisdom teeth!

Hold on!

In the focaccia of the narrative,

I forgot to offer a cup of coffee to our guests.

Fresh, Dirceu. Fresh coffee.

- It's not focaccia, Niobe! - Yes, it is!

Go make the coffee.

No! You stay here. You're not making coffee.

A bit of liquor. We're all nervous.

Go get some coffee.

No, just a bit of liqueur.

Which fruit do you prefer? Catuaba or umbu?

I prefer pequi.

I didn't talk to you. I talked to the guests.

- Thank you. - Mr. Bart prefers catuaba, right?

Mr. Orlandinho, you will regret it.

The pequi liqueurs are delicious!

They are the favorites of this gentleman here.

How paranoid you are, Dirceu.

Why those new hair clips are so awful?

The liquor, Niobe!

You irritate and annoy me, Dirceu!

I don't know why pink makes me look so good.

Don't you think, Mr. Landir,

that pink is a very spiritual color?

Horrible!

- Okay, you serve. - Ladies first, right?

- Go ahead, give them a cup. - Pequi, catuaba or umbu?

- The lady first. - Umbu.

And you, Mr. Landir. I mean, Mr. Bart.

Will you refuse to drink a little liqueur made in our house with your own hands?

In the city you can't find such things anymore.

- Catuaba. - Yes, catuaba. Catuaba is so good.

- And what about you? - Cock.

Cock?

Do we have any of cock?

The pequi is just delicious, Mr. Landes.

Just the pequi?

Pequi, catuaba, umbu, custard apple.

- All kinds of liquors are delicious. - Yes, they are.

Just like Mrs. Felicidade, who almost got killed.

And talking about end, it's time to end this trip.

Pequi, right?

I know.

Go, Dirceu. Go give Maria some of the catuaba liqueur.

I want her to try the catuaba liqueur.

Don't bother me.

This little angel can't drink anymore.

Just one more!

What a cute little angel.

I agree.

What's up, ma'am. Let's go?

Don't you think she's boring?

Only child?

I don't know.

Oh, I understand. It happens.

Isn't it just natural, Dirceu?

So, Dirceu is a natural son for example.

Niobe!

It's always like this with me, Oswald.

- Bart! - Orland.

- Bart! - Bart. Bart!

A real man shouldn't trust women.

I've been begging her for a long time, since my graduation,

to not to tell. To keep the secret.

Did it work? No, it didn't.

She lets everything out!

I don't. You like being a son of a...

The son of that woman, damn it.

I'm so pissed.

Stop acting like this!

Stop!

I'm surprised you were scared by this noise.

Dirceu and I, deep down, but very deep down,

- we are happy. - You are like glass shards.

Let's go.

So, that's it.

What has given flavour,

pleasure to our marriage.

Do you agree, Dirceu?

No hope.

Yes, of course. Because if we had a rope here,

I'd hang myself immediately, wouldn't I, Dirceu?

We can't deny that we, the married people,

is always putting the rope around the other's neck.

to pull!

Thanks God, I am happy.

I am always like this. But I can also give advice.

Stop making mockery, Niobe.

I'm the poet here.

You know, Mr. Lande?

Let me tell you what marriage is.

Those inside shouldn't, and can't go out.

Those who are outside must not come in.

That's right.

- The home, the homeland... - Happiness, don't worry.

Thank you.

We might need it.

But this is what marriage is.

My principle for a happy marriage is like this.

I pay to not be bored.

I pay to not have problems.

I pay.

G-A, "ga". M-E, "me".

Game... Game, little game, big game.

Shut up, you cross-eyed!

Can you imagine, Mrs. Happiness, what I have spent to live.

When a girl wears pink, leads a deceitful life,

all she does is tell tales.

Or she is sustained by a Colonel

or end up purple in a coffin. Purple!

Horrible.

Why do you look at me with these crazy-eyes?

Why do you say my name? Why do you look me up?

A closed mouth catches no flies.

I'm amused on how you never speak up.

And when you open your mouth, it's to prevent others from talking.

Mouth shut is for those who can't take risks.

I want people who talk, who talk to me.

You keep talking about cobs,

but not a single good thing has come out of your mouth yet.

And why don't you talk?

Why doesn't Mrs. Happiness talk?

Mrs. Happiness is not here to throw her rich corn kernels to pigs.

Oh, for the pigs? Then don't stand on ceremony, dear.

You can start by threshing my ears of corn.

- A real woman is here! - She really is.

What is the punishment?

Those who doesn't speak go to purgatory?

They go into limbo.

What a punishment...

My husband has always bullied me.

- With money, for example. - Nonsense.

My friends have always wanted to fuck me.

I know and I won't deny that nobody likes me.

She also spends a lot to live, Mr. Landir?

Nobody likes me. Not even God.

Because if he did... Look what he did to me!

That's why I lost my husband.

No, I didn't. I never lose.

I always win. I am strong.

Maybe.

- Maybe not. - He will suffer a lot.

He's going to pay. Be so lonely,

so lonely that when he dies,

he'll be begging for someone to stay with him.

To stay with him.

Even me!

Sure.

Like a dog.

A damned dog.

Life sucks.

Life is death on the way out.

What's really good is to stay right here,

my grandmother used to say,

"Calm down, calm down, little girl.

We die at the moment we are born."

- That's right. - Stop, you fool.

No, she is right.

Stop it, you fool.

You think you know everything, but you know nothing.

Nothing.

It would be so good if he was in here.

We'd never be apart again.

But what do you want?

Aren't you already married to him?

Mom, c'mon. Let's go.

You got Dirceu to buy you a TV Color, right?

Yes, Mr. Bart. Women always win, don't they?

But Mr. Orlando... Mr. Oswald... Mr. Bart.

Tell me more about your business.

My business is doing very well.

- You know what I'm thinking about? - Mom.

Opening an office here.

And I'm going to put you in the Sanitation Department.

Alright.

- Accept! - Yes, I do. I do...

Or not.

I don't know. It depends on my position.

But what about going back to the subject of markets in agricultural implements?

Is there a market for this here?

Of course!

Of course!

I know how well it pays.

You just have to look at all the land that is being bought and nothing is done,

just waiting for it to increase in value. You know...

Land is always land.

The guy sells the land, but who profits is someone else.

In which another one will make even more profit, you know?

Then demand the implements.

That's when we come in. Implements, sanitizers and the other things.

Every time I leave for work,

my wife reminds me of the price of garlic.

- Fuck. - Dirceu!

I look from here to there. Cold sweat. I shiver.

With effort, without effort, I force myself.

With garlic, without garlic.

Work is to capital

what investment is to strength.

My wife is cray.

More love and less trust.

Mr. Landir, I think the land is the solution.

The solution is in the equation.

- Land valuation! - No, I think is different.

Labor is to strength what capital is to investment.

Quite the opposite.

Force is for investment in the opposite way that capital is for labor.

Take this one.

I see. I see.

Dirceu, you are an informed person,

can you explain what high combustion is?

I guess it can only be an electrical phenomenon, right?

Are you into this too?

Of course. As always.

But come on, Dirceu. Do you know or not?

I can't remember.

Do you know what it is?

It's a tall woman with a breast this huge.

This height with a huge breast. Got that, big daddy?

How interesting...

Dirceu, stop it.

- Let's chat. - Sure. Let's go there.

Let's go to the living room. Come here, Happiness.

Don't push me! What the hell.

- What's the name of that thing again? - Aerossol.

- Aerossol. - Aerossol.

Hey, come here!

Come here.

Is this sand for here?

Yes, it is. Come here.

Come.

Perfect.

Put in first gear.

It's right in that window over there.

OUT KISSINGER

Go backwards.

Go ahead. Stop.

Go ahead. Go ahead. Stop.

Stop. Stop.

Put in first gear. Careful.

Go ahead. Watch out.

That's it. Alright.

That's it.

Hold on. Let me check.

Mr. Lande, who was born first? The egg or the hen?

It was the rooster.

But how could it be the rooster, Mr. Lande?

The rooster in my backyard has never laid an egg.

Oh, God. How can we explain such a thing?

Before I answer this, we would order them to plant potatoes.

You're a bit dumb, you know that?

- Mom. - What?

- Mom. - What do you want?

- I need to talk to you. - What is it, Betinha?

It will take just a minute. I really need now.

What is it, girl?

Mom, just a second.

Oh, Lord.

What do you want?

- Spit it out. - Come here.

Mom, it's important. I swear.

I'll talk later.

Spit it out, or I'll sit down again.

Then wait, okay, Mom?

- What? - Be quiet, all right?

I'll be back in a minute. Betinha!

Open it, girl!

Open it now! Let me get out!

Open the door!

Open the door!

Turn it over.

Go ahead.

Open it!

Go ahead.

Open the door!

Help!

Open the door!

You take a board, and make it stand upright.

- And stand upright. - What to stand upright?

Open it up!

What is it? Can't we even talk anymore?

- But what is going on? - What happened?

- This door is always defective. - It's locked.

- Where is the key? - It was there.

I'm sure it was there.

- Where is the keys? - It was stolen!

I'll break in then. Help me.

Hold on.

One, two, three!

Open up!

We're coming!

Oh my God, what has she done in this room?

Land! Land!

How wonderful!

Purple soil for planting tomatoes.

Can you believe it?

Poor little girl.

What a pain in the ass.

Who did this, oh God?

- I did. - Why?

Dirceu, she's crazy.

- Why? - Because I wanted to.

All right, so...

I don't know what people have in their minds.

If it gives them pleasure, what can I do?

Oh God, how hard it is to climb this mountain of soil.

I want to be a man.

Everyone would took us more seriously.

You know...

We wouldn't have to go from lawyer to doctor,

from doctor to executive,

from executive to housewife,

from housewife to freelancer,

from freelancer to psychoanalyst,

from psychoanalyst to bum.

Even a bum you can be.

Would earn more money and work more.

Mrs. Felicidade, do you work?

Mrs. Felicidade, do you work?

No, I don't.

I am against women who work outside their house.

What you said is right.

- That's the way I think too. - Equality, fellowship, fraternity

- You know what I think? - Shut up.

Okay. I don't think anything.

I can handle all this marriage stuff.

The stick of the cat.

For example, I thought a lot on this subject.

When a man and a woman are cold towards each other

they should go running after a new love.

No!

The big sin is a lie, if you look deep down.

I have always done everything my husband wanted.

Not me. I don't even think about it.

I mean... For example...

Nobody is forced to live, right? - Sure.

I know what it's like to live stuck in a pigsty.

I'm not talking about you, or Mr. Dirceu.

- Oh, thank God. - Two o'clock. I'll turn on the TV.

Stay where you are!

- The newspaper's reprise is only at 2:30. - It's two o'clock.

Two-thirty, Dirceu.

It's two o'clock. Holy shit.

- Two o'clock. - Why are you so angry, Dirceu?

It was good to remember when it's the time to take your medicine.

You know, Dirceu has been having vesicular complications lately.

Speaking of pigs, I really want to eat a good pig's foot.

Oh, Mr. Landir!

If I didn't have so much to do, I'd go to the kitchen right now.

Dirceu is refusing to eat meat now. Jesus Christ.

I can't even think about vegetables.

It doesn't even have taste.

Poor man, but he likes chayote so much, don't you?

I do.

We've been having a lot of soup, haven't we?

Yes, we are.

A lot of cará, chayote, mandioquinha, beet, potato, parsley,

sweet potato, english potato, potato with chives.

What does it call that little potato?

Beet...

Kale, zucchini, and turnip.

Turnip silk, Dirceu.

I want you to die.

All you do is talk all day. I give up.

Why do you do it, Dirceu?

You don't say anything either!

What you do is criticise me.

You only see indecency.

Actually, the dirt is taking over this world.

If humankind,

instead of looking at the darkness of this earth,

raised their eyes to higher things,

where there is a clarity...

There lies the light of the spirit.

People forget about eternity.

If they elevate themselves, everything is transformed.

The mobile becomes fixed.

The danger becomes innocuous.

And hysterical becomes historical.

The Lord has done miracles in me.

Holy is your name.

Comfort my sorrows, oh Lord.

Holy is your name.

My house is the house of the Lord.

Holy is his name.

Shut up!

I can't handle it.

I've had enough.

What's going on? We always treated her so well.

She's gone mad, Dirceu.

- What is it? - Dirceu, she's crazy.

- Crazy! - Yes, she's gone crazy!

I can't live like this anymore.

I want to have a different life.

Even dying is worth it, but only without a deadline.

I love and will love always as a way to feel free.

To love without being suffocated. To love without suffocating.

Without having to get old

and living for something that has nothing to do with me.

To live for the pleasure of living.

Without remorse, without guilt, without time.

Absolutely.

Above all, without time.

Are you crazy?

- I wanted to suffer less. - I agree.

- I wanted to suffer less for love. - Happiness.

Oh, Lord.

How much servitude, how much embarrassment.

Don't worry.

Oh, Lord.

Take that chalice away from me!

Chalice!

"Chalice" shouts the man from the north.

Alone and strong.

But no one hears the steady voice,

Death, spread your wings over us.

You know... We have no touch, no intelligence.

We haven't even noticed she was nauseated, sick.

We should give her a lemon balm tea, Dirceu.

Go to the bathroom cabinet and get a maracugina.

I don't want it.

Why not?

Because I don't want, you dumb bitch.

Dirceu, she called me dumb.

Yes, she is.

She's dumb.

But, Mrs. Niobe... You are not the only one.

Orlando.

Come here.

What do you want?

I'm talking to Dr. Dirceu.

Only now I realised that he is a famous dentist.

I want to talk to you.

Come here.

Don't make me wait. Spit it out.

Stop it, and let's go.

And you better obey me.

Above

the piano

there is a glass of poison.

- Whoever drank it died. - How cute.

- Niobe, open it. - Here?

Give me the spoon.

Here.

I'm tired of so much complaining.

It's not my fault.

Never was my fault.

If it was, I would wrap it up, and do like this.

You better obey me.

You better obey me, or I'll punch you in the face.

What a lie.

This morning,

when we was in Rio de Janeiro,

my mother discussed in the hotel with my father.

She discussed, Dirceu.

Then she went to the bathroom, and discussed with him.

She discusses every day.

Then she screamed, and screamed,

and killed my father.

Killed, Dirceu.

There was blood all over the bathroom door.

Blood, Dirceu.

- I saw it. - She saw it

- I didn't. - No, she didn't.

- No, I saw. - Did you see it or not?

- I saw it. - Did you?

Then my mother grabbed me, pulled me in,

and we're running away.

Where to?

Escaping to São Paulo.

- From who? - From Mr. Bald.

Where are you going, sweetie?

Sweetie, look at me.

Come back here to tell me more stories.

- Goodbye. - Yes, I will. Bye, ma'am.

Say you love me.

- Say you love me now. - What a pain in the ass.

I'm so tired.

So anxious.

That all my peace and quiet life to live in solitude has been shaken.

Dirceu...

What a strange story, isn't it?

Very strange.

Go get the shovel for me, please.

I'm tired of you.

We have to fix this lock.

I'll wash my hand.

No. I'll get the shovel.

It's not the past, no more future.

Everything is here.

Present.

For you.

For you to leave me alone.

It means to abandon me.

Not knowing if I am good or not.

You always made sure

that we were never us.

You just told me to get out of your life.

You won't change.

Nothing changes.

Nobody changes.

Least of all you.

I'm begging you, just once,

be a little careful with me.

I'm gone, Sérgio.

Think carefully.

I have a ruined life.

Spoiled.

Because you wanted it that way.

Cry if it's possible.

Purify your soul.

It will make you feel better.

You say I'm impulsive.

That means you remember me.

With boredom but you reminded me.

How much sorrow.

I spent my life trying to talk to you.

And that was my life.

I have separated myself from so much of my life.

I will continue to write you letters, and not send you.

You don't have to love me.

I'm tired of asking you for affection,

and you deny that.

I am your wife.

I am forty years old.

And I lived my life giving.

In any way, asking.

I don't deserve this.

I never had a family.

Is this my fault?

Nobody cares.

My child!

- Shut up. - My life!

I'm not a fever.

I am myself.

Just one person.

And with no hope.

Go get ready.

Put on these clothes.

And put some toothpaste in your mouth.

You've got horrible bad breath.

Mr. Bart. I mean, Mr. Landir.

- It's so hot. - It happens.

Dirceu...

When Niobe drinks, she becomes a brat.

-Can you make money... -You never bought for Niobe.

Not for her, nor for me.

Is there anything missing in this house?

- You know, don't you? - Yes, I do.

- And you, sir? - No comb.

One, two, three.

My mother told me to knock.

Sérgio, please, you have to change.

Pleased to meet you.

- Sérgio. - Are you taking to yourself?

Or organising aloud your life?

Dr. Dirceu...

I was talking to my husband.

Yeah, I know,

he's working his heart out.

Mrs. Felicidade, your daughter told me that story

of blood this morning.

The bathroom was full of blood.

- Was there really blood? - Oh, you know what?

I decided not to comment about this.

But here's the thing.

Betinha killed my husband this morning.

Her father.

- Oh, yeah? She said you did it. - Really?

Dr. Dirceu, she's been trying for years, and today she succeeded.

I want to know how can I help. She did it.

She has to find a way out, don't you think so?

Yes, I think so.

Was there blood dripping under the door?

No. Betinha always exaggerates.

In fact, it was all very simple.

Mr. Happiness, does your daughter always do these things?

Or did you teach her?

Come on, Dirceu.

In my small town in the countryside, we find something to do.

Sit there, Mr. Landir.

But sit up straight.

- Have you seen Dirceu in the backyard? - No. I think he is outside.

Oh, yes. You are really tired.

- Today is a strange day. - So stretch your legs.

Relax, you understand?

- Are you done? - Thank you.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Blood.

Blood!

Blood.

Bleeding.

Suture.

Blood.

I hate it.

- I won't go. - Come here.

- You'll be sorry! - Let's go.

Hurry up.

- Where are they? - Who?

- Thank you very much. - Bye, Mr. Landir.

- Mr. Bart, ma'am. - See you soon, Mr. Landir.

I want tickets to São Paulo.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Two tickets to São Paulo, please.

Get in line.

- Is the line here? - Not here, there.

I'm going to call.

Please, can I speak on the phone?

Hello, hello.

Hello.

Two tickets to São Paulo, please.

Excuse me.

Get your tickets.

Get your tickets.

- I got here first. - What?

- Imagine that. I'm here. - No, ma'am.

- Why are you acting like this? - I'm from Presidente Prudente.

- Oh, you're from Presidente Prudente. - Yes, I am.

- I'm from there too. - What is your family?

I am related to Dr. Quartim.

Me too! You are Maria's daughter, aren't you?

Yes, I am.

Are you that skinny girl, niece of that other? We are cousins!

I remember!

We'll talk when we get back. Take care of yourself.

Don't sit on the toilet.

Let me out of here.

Okay, Mrs. Felicidade, the joke's over.

You must have realized that I'm here to take you back to Rio de Janeiro.

Mr. Bart, you are completely wrong.

Don't even try to explain.

Look, if we can talk, we can talk about anything.

I'm tired of you two.

Mr. Bart, haven't you realized that nothing happened?

Oh, I believe you.

I have nothing to fear.

You shouldn't fear? You almost killed your husband.

Look, Mr. Bart. Let me go immediately.

- She did kill my father. - No, I didn't.

I called him, and he answered.

I'm an authority. I know what I'm doing.

Authority, no way.

You are a pawn for my husband. A pawn!

I already know everything.

I don't care what you say.

We'll get off at the next stop.

Mr. Bart, use your head,

what you're doing is pointless.

What's in it for you?

Let me go to São Paulo peacefully.

I want peace.

I'm following orders, and I've always followed them.

My order is to take you.

And my order can't be broken.

Nobody can disobey the orders, or they can?

No.

Betinha, stay out of this.

I refuse to go with you.

We'll stop the train and you'll leave me.

You come here.

Nobody get off this train.

I'm going to handcuff you.

It's a boring thing to do,

but people like you treat each other like this.

As I told you before, I'm not afraid of anything.

Things always go my way.

- I always win. - I see.

- That's it. - Go, go, go!

Mom, don't worry. He won't arrest you.

Eeny, meeny, miny, mo,

Catch the tiger by the toe.

If he hollers,

Let him go.