Original subtitles

This film's main characters were inspired by friends of its director.

And the experiences of his youth.

Coincidentally or not, these characters were driven by

intense sensations,

friendship, and faith in Utopia.

Hey, what's going on?

None of your business.

Get out of there.

- Do you know me? - No.

Then forget me.

You son of a bitch.

What's going on? What's going on here?

This idiot here wanted to kill himself.

This man is insane.

- Are you his relative? - No.

What are you looking at, people? Get moving, get moving.

What about you two?

Look, officer.

I really should thank him.

I was about to make a solemn mistake.

- Thank you sir. - Go fuck yourself.

Hey! Hey! Mister.

I can't believe some people...

Spiritual Pastry Bar.

This pastry is disgusting, China.

It's your phlegm. It spoils the flavor of the delicacies...

Sweet hemoptysis...

Bastard, you poisoned the pastry.

Aren't you the one who's fond.

Of sour dishes, of unripe and rotten fruits.

Alright, alright, gimme another heart of palm pastry.

Oh, to exist, to last. To resist death.

- Where's the cough syrup, China? - He never takes it.

Stop that!

Torres, the sublime one!

Who's the guest?

Another desperate soul your friend saved from jumping off the bridge.

The tenth this year.

Give me another beer, Korean.

I'm not a damn Korean!

I'm a Chinese from Hong Kong! From Hong Kong!

Cool.

Gimme another heart of palm one On the plate!

Sir, please...

Give me a smoke.

What about your lungs?

I wanna make them blacker.

Oh, thank you.

Torres, the phthisic!

A great phthisic...

And your stomach?

Yeah, I think my intestines are done for.

Because of what I used to eat at the orphanage.

The spices those witches used.

China must've learned to cook with Portuguese missionaries.

You're not only a poet, but a great gourmand.

Do you know how I'm shitting? Hard and thick!

My asshole's a hand's breadth out.

You have to be careful with fried food..

Look there, it's Magalhães.

What a jerk.

I'm sure he's gonna think we went crazy.

You guys sure have gone crazy, eh?

Does this look like a place for a book release?

What a fucking jerk, eh?

It'll be a success, Magalhães.

It could only have been this nut-job’s idea.

No. It was my idea.

Let me introduce you to our intellectual mentor: China!

Help me get the packages.

Believe me, it's really here.

Hmm, how absurd!

Who's the dame?

Take your eyes off, she's my bride.

Who's this guy?

My partner.

He's ugly, but he doesn't bite.

What you're looking at?

What you're looking at? Get to work! Get going!

Get to work, eh?

Move, move!

Incompetent swine.

Put that over there, go on...

Get a ladder so you can nail the posters.

Where are the posters, incompetent shit, huh?

Where are the posters, idiot.

Be careful.

So, hey, where are the drinks?

There aren't any as of yet.

Honey, they won't take it seriously.

Oh, they will.

They're used to these artistic quirks.

Torres, the artist!

Idiot, take that ladder back.

What are you doing with this ladder here, idiot?

Baby, let me take care of this.

Women are better with these things.

Idiot, take those posters there!

Wait, there's another one, and another one.

Magalhães.

So, while there are no guests yet, let's rehearse.

Torres will stay here, Xavier there, signing autographs.

Hold steady, you skinny thing.

You too, four-eyes. Or else I'm gonna fall...

Give me that.

Torres... what a pair of legs!

The first copy goes to you!

Western Sentiment Poetry and prose written by two.

Let's go, Teodoro. Leave the door open.

Where's the car?

With dad.

Does that mean you also take the bus?

Of course.

- Do you study in the afternoons? - Yeah.

Mornings, I help my mother in the butcher shop.

- You live on that yellow house, right? - Yeah.

I haven't had time to make any friends here.

Will you play ball?

No, judo.

Really?

- But you can play soccer, right? - Yeah, kinda.

I'm also taking this bus.

- I see you got a new friend, Piolho. - Don't call me Piolho!

The little boy's getting all manly!

Now he's friends with the preppy boy.

You don't know what you're getting into.

The rich kid got some really pale legs.

Come, Arnaldo. Let's take him to the bush and give him a welcome beating.

Look, Piolho.

If you spanked him already, Let it be warned.

Here I'm the first to do it.

Come, Rivaldo.

Look, he talks! The preppy kid can talk...

Arnaldo, you're gonna get screwed.

Let's solve this, now.

I wanna see if you're a man, Arnaldo.

It's time for revenge, people! Let's go.

Arnaldo always took advantage of us.

Now his time has come.

He did this to you?

Of course. But not only to me.

To almost all of us.

Now it's time for payback. Aren't you coming?

Listen, forgive me, but I won't miss this for anything.

Hey, look here!

What happened, are you mad at me for yesterday?

You didn't act nicely.

How? Now you're part of the club.

For fear?

For respect.

- It's not worth it. - What's the matter?

It's as if you think you're better than us.

You think so?

We have a way of seeing things.

I know it's not as refined as yours.

Oh, come on.

Here the law of the jungle rules.

Survival of the fittest.

Do I look foppish to you?

A little.

- Hi, Janette. - Hi.

Her dad is the owner of Cine Carnaval.

Her dad is cool. He lets us get free tickets.

She's always there when I'm going to the gym.

Come in, please.

How are you doing?

- Hi, how are you? - This is Teodoro.

I'm Ernesto Tavares, it's a pleasure.

Libório Carneiro, your servant.

Why don't you close off. Your theater and open a dancehall?

Here he is, just the way you asked him.

Thanks.

[Happy Birthday song for Janette]

Now we're the same age.

Yeah, you can even marry him now!

This woman drives me crazy, man.

Janette didn't come.

That's what you get for setting up a date at her father's theater.

Act naturally.

Don't do that.

We get tickets for free.

This goes to my collection.

Tonight I'll have company.

You'll get sick.

Don't you do it?

Yeah, sure.

I do it, everyday.

They say it makes it grow.

My dad says it's bad for your vision.

It's just a lot of hot air.

Hey, did you know Debora's gonna marry the king of cheap Westerns?

Let's go.

How about this one for my war story?

Get the one you think fits best.

Ah, I want this one.

Ever since I've become your friend.

I've been getting better grades in Portuguese.

Cool, right?

You're making me into a nerd.

And what's the problem?

It's that I'm gonna have to drop school.

The butcher shop is gonna be sold.

And my mother's husband wants me to move to Iguape.

He's already giving hints.

Wants me to work with his folks, on the coast.

- Your stepfather really wants to see you far away. - Yeah.

But there's an upside.

When you go to the beach, you can stay with me.

What girls?

There are many.

- No one special? - Just the tourists.

But even then, nothing special.

I envy your freedom, man.

Just because I live alone?

I'm too tied to my family, I'm even working at the eyewear shop.

It will be yours one day.

Oh no! I'm gonna be a writer.

This town is still gonna grow. And you with it.

Sure thing.

Go back to school, Rivaldo.

I will when I can.

Ah, I have a friend here who's a writer.

But he's kinda crazy, he made me read Nietzsche.

Really?

You know Janette?

We're in a serious relationship.

Her parents don't approve it.

But we like each other.

Why did you wait until now to tell me this?

Cause I know you liked her.

Have you kissed her?

Yeah.

And the rest...?

Of course not.

Why did you throw me at her?

She wasn't for me.

You wanted to use me to get closer to her.

I always screw it up, right?

Send my regards.

Come.

Wait.

Our tickets.

- Hi. - Hi.

Your friend was really nice. This party will be nice,

It's gonna provide some nice revenue to the orphanage.

Belorizonte Bar.

Philanthropy was not one of your virtues.

This makes me important to politicians.

None of this "sentimentalism" business.

You like to pose as a bad character.

I'm no good.

Hi, you play very well.

Thank you.

Are you from here?

We're from São Paulo.

My name is Cecília and This is my cousin Olga.

What do you do?

I'm a writer.

- And you? - She's in school.

I work in a candy shop on Lake Arouche.

Hm, gifted girl?

Olga thinks you're cute.

- Do you speak for her? - She's shy.

She shouldn't be, pretty as she is.

We don't really know too many people around here.

And you wanna see the town, right?

What do we do now?

The warehouse is closed.

And you have the keys, don't you?

Are they up to it?

Of course they are, Torres.

What if they're virgins?

I'm sure Cecília is not.

So you'll go with her.

What's up now, are you afraid?

I'm not. It's that I like virgins.

Alright, your decision.

There.

Do you want a drink?

Whiskey, please.

Whiskey here's a luxury.

But I think we've got some lousy vermouth here.

Excuse me, Teo.

But the lady here wants a drink.

Ok, let's go.

For you.

For you.

A toast to our night!

There's only one thing.

We'll go only up to a point.

Don't give me that now!

She's right, we only came here to play...

Oh, really?

If we're caught here, I can be kicked out of town.

Come, babe.

Do you have a boyfriend?

Yes.

Are you gonna marry him?

No.

Have you ever made love?

Of course, many times.

I think you're a rookie.

Me? A rookie?

Do you know how to kiss?

I know.

Then kiss me.

No, I don't want it like this. Get off me!

Get off me!

You've already acted too slutty to be playing innocent now.

But I am.

What do you wanna do, then?

You're rushing it.

What did you want, romance?

Why not?

Why have you never talked about your dad?

My dad loved life.

He drank.

Not too much, but.

He drank.

You know.

He died with a glass of wine in his hand.

Laughing...

Saying something I never understood.

Evohé.

Give me a ticket, please.

No way!

Teo!

I've been looking for you for a week.

- We've moved to Pacaembú. - Did you get in the university?

- I've even got a Beetle. - Living better, eh?

My dad opened up a new shop, and you?

I've came back to study.

That's good to hear.

I'm living in a pension on Pompéia.

Have you seen this movie?

Many times.

Funny. And here I was, glazed at this militaristic film.

What about it?

It makes no sense, Rivaldo.

Especially now.

You're not gonna tell me you're in politics now.

- Student movement. - Oh god... let's go.

Sam, here's the Oscar they owed you.

Have you seen that Cecília girl?

She works near here.

And Olga?

I haven't seen her.

You really haven't forgotten her, huh?

How could I?

Don't worry, she didn't get pregnant.

How do you know?

Ok, ok, I've seen them.

I had sex with both.

Including Cecília who was a virgin!

Bastard, you fucked my girl?

It's not that bad, Rivaldo.

- She talked only about you. - You motherfucker!

Come on Rivaldo, she's just a little bitch.

Look.

We're not friends anymore!

Drop it, Rivaldo.

Our friendship is greater than everything.

Go away!

We're one, Rivaldo.

I'll beat you up.

You know I can hurt you.

Wait, Rivaldo, calm down.

There's too much going on for you to be crying for love.

Fuck you.

- Let's eat something at my place. - I'm not going.

Here, have a smoke, will ya?

Take it.

Look, why don't we do this...

I've got some money here.

Let's go to the whorehouse.

Get two bitches, and have some fun?

C'mon, Rivaldo, how long since you last had sex?

I'll go with the two first.

Deal.

And you'll have to look at me while I do it.

Sure.

It was good. Sure. Fine.

Now excuse me! Please! Ok?

Please, ok?

At last here he is!

Come right in. Feel free, the house is yours.

Get him a drink.

What's happening here, people?

Looks like you went well on the test.

Smooth sailing, poet!

Wanna buy some books?

We're broke, sir.

This one's on the house!

What are you doing? This one is on you!

If you put every book sold today on your tab...

Just these first ones.

Trust me, releases are made for getting your friends to buy.

Apropos of Anésia.

Get in there, bitch!

I'll kill this little shit. Any day!

- No one can swindle me. - I'm not lying!

You're stealing from me, bitch.

And you'll pay.

Don't do this to me!

I should kill you.

You won't.

Take care of her for me, poet.

We're worthless, Anésia.

Don't give me that I still can make some dough today.

You're looking terrible, you're not gonna get anything.

I'm broke, man.

I have to get going.

You know how it goes, my wife...

It's fine, she comes with me. My place's near here.

Where I'm going to sleep?

Here.

And you?

Here.

I think your bed is a little small.

We can squeeze ourselves a little.

I'll sleep on the floor.

Of course not.

Leave me alone, please.

You shit.

I swear, come here, come on.

Put this jacket on.

No, no, no!

Sorry to interrupt your work like that, pal.

- What happened? Where's Anésia? - She's fine.

Can we have a drink or something?

- No, I'm busy. - Alright, I'll tell you.

You need to take one for me, dude.

I'm broke.

It's not that.

It's Anésia, her family lives in the countryside.

Look, I'm broke...

It's not fucking money!

It's Anésia, her family doesn't know what she does here.

They think she works at a factory, and has a fiancé.

I really can't be talking to you now.

It's alright.

You're a cool guy.

What are you doing this weekend?

Look, I'm very busy now. We'll talk later.

Thanks, man.

I owe you one.

Do everything right.

Take that idea about working in town out of your brother's fucking head.

I miss you already.

Look here, get this ticket here or else you'll miss the train.

Thanks, buddy!

Bye.

Go.

Thanks.

I promise it won't be as boring as you think.

They won't believe us.

All we need to do is be together all the time.

I don't look like someone's fiancé.

Yes, you do.

Hi.

This is my fiancé, Pacheco.

My pleasure, I'm Ari.

Let's go?

- You came alone? - Yes, come with me.

My blessings, father.

Took you long...

This is Pacheco.

So, what you do?

He writes for that magazine, "The Rural Proprietor".

You're well paid, right?

Kinda...

Stop it, dad.

I'm thinking of working in São Paulo.

There's work in my area there.

What you do?

Accounting.

Competition is tough.

This lad is not well.

Did you like him, dad?

He's weird.

You don't have tuberculosis, do you?

Too much fresh air makes me like this.

I don't like the city.

You two could live here.

I can't do anything other than write.

There's our newspaper, you know.

Could be.

Do you stay here every night?

When it's not raining.

Of course.

It's cozy here.

Sit, please.

Do you happen to have another smoke?

And your cough?

It's fine.

Excellent.

You look well.

I'm great.

How pretty...

This is my fiancé.

Here's Sônia, a childhood friend.

She's a teacher in this school.

Where are you going?

Eh... we're going to see my godfather...

Wanna come with us?

Sure, let's go.

Mr. Arthur, your niece is here.

How are you, uncle.

Speak to me.

There he goes again...

Whore.

For your fault.

Even though men accept you.

Bad women lose their milk,

And the children, fatherless,

Die of hunger.

Oh, Death.

End. Stop of the last scene.

My philosophy repels you.

And my great Reason condemns you.

Let's go!

It's from Augusto dos Anjos. How is it possible!

So?

What?

Are you her pimp?

Her what?

Everyone here knows what she does,

even the elders.

She thinks she fools her parents.

Everything works fine, right?

And everything's fine for them?

They love her.

And she, so worried for nothing.

What are you for her?

A friend.

What you're talking about?

Your fiancé is very smart.

He's taken.

It's a shame.

She's in awe with you.

She's so pretty.

It's 'cause you're from the city.

I can't get anyone there.

Maybe I should stay here.

You're still my fiancé!

And I think it's better that we act the part.

Give me a kiss.

What?

Kiss me.

Could you tell me what time it is?

Thanks, pal.

See you at the pastry bar.

Fingers of God (for Cesário Verde)

Party!

Glad you came!

Congratulations.

Our great poet!

Mom!

How crazy, honey. You should've told the press.

Unfortunately, I did...

Hi, how's it going.

Finally! Something new, Magalhães.

I'll give a full page to this great event.

No more lame book releases under Epopeia Press!

Next time I'll resign.

Take a good picture!

Magal, let's dance, Magal, come.

Verinha, you're embarrassing yourself.

Magal, I was born to dance, why deny it.

Verinha, you've had too much to drink.

Bye!

Fill my glass.

What, he speaks Chinese?

Fast, fast.

You speak Mandarin but didn't say anything, eh.

Thank you.

Hi, remember me? We used to live in the same street.

Janette! Of Cine Carnaval!

You look so pretty! Changed your hair...

I still remember those books, the ones you did by hand!

Take this.

Thanks.

How did you know.

Torres invited me.

And I wasn't even told!

I'll introduce someone to you.

My husband.

Libório Carneiro, your servant.

Janette always told me about you both.

Libório inherited all of my dad's cinemas!

The Cine Carnaval, I closed and made it into a ballroom.

The Cine Tamoio, I made into a parking lot.

And the Cine São Tomé, I sold to a supermarket network!

What are you doing?

Modestly.

Look who's here, the prophet of Glicério!

You've surpassed me.

And we even drank off your fountain!

Are you married?

You don't know what this guy got me into...

What're you doing in my hood?

I'm finishing my typing course Near here on Liberdade.

It's good to see you.

- How's it going on the publishing house? - I'm out.

Damn!

Damn, I was looking for you to get me a job there.

Alright. But you know that the pay is shit, right?

I know. I know. But I wanna get to know the people right away.

Alright.

I bet that idiot thinks I'm a fag too...

Of course!

If I'm able to get you the job.

Don't you wanna stay in this apartment for a while?

What do you mean?

I'm thinking of spending some time with my family in the country.

And I don't wanna leave the apartment empty.

And you're not gonna take any of this away?

Nope, only some records.

You'll pay the rent, of course.

Yeah, deal. Incredible!

I don't want anything to go missing from here, ok?

Sure, sure.

Can I take these pictures of men away from there?

You can, but don't throw them away.

Bela Graphia Publishing House.

Yes, you can write decently.

Now, I'm telling you, we don't want any geniuses here.

Our business is directed press, segmented magazines.

I've already told him everything.

It's important he knows our philosophy...

Here lies the future of culture: segmentation!

Segmentation will define the 70s.

"The Rural Proprietor" is our flagship.

It's what pays my wage.

If you're good enough, one day you'll work there.

But until then you're working with Osório.

Osório?

He's the chief editor of "The Modern Taxidermist".

Modern.

Taxidermist.

To this day, he's its sole contributor.

With effort, you can be promoted to...

"Bocce and Bowling."

"Bocce and Bowling" is the boss's favorite.

And the final stage on your journey, the biannuals:

"Aviary" and "Ranary".

So, you can start now.

No, tomorrow.

It's better you start tomorrow. Bring your work card.

And don't forget your tie.

Oh, the phone.

Prophet, I know nothing about any of these things.

Calm down, you'll get to learn them.

- But be careful with Osório, huh? - Osório?

Osório has been working here since the company's founding.

From the start, he wanted to retire on the easy life.

You need to play it cool, Ok?

Careful with Osório.

Careful with Osório.

...Osório.

How is my great journalist doing?

- How's it going, brought your things? - Wait,

Debora Paget...

Terry Moore...

John Cage...

Edgar Varèse...

White Noise..

Stockhousen...

Jimi Hendrix.

And there's more, a signed article.

Don't you think it's wrong to sit here spending the whole day reading books.

With everything that's happening out there.

So many friends in jail, being tortured.

So much disinformation with our own reality.

Cut it! You say it 'cause you're spoiled.

I've never had access to these treasures.

Have you tried to organize?

Yeah. Didn't work.

I'm feeling kinda empty.

It's 'cause you're ashamed of being rich.

If you go to jail, your dad gets you out of there in a minute.

Go fuck yourself, Torres.

I'm right, you have everything you want.

Girls, cars, books. Your shops.

Boredom is worse than cancer.

"Boredom is worse than cancer."

- Little rich shit. - Yeah, I'm rich, so what?

Cesário Verde also was.

You're such a megalomaniac, Teo.

Cesário Verde was a weak, sick man.

You're strong as a bull.

Now you're glorifying weakness?

Not me, you have a complex.

You go to therapy to feel better about your fortune.

Shut up.

That's right, money can't buy talent.

Your poetry is mediocre because it reads like an official document.

You're an... academic.

You're jealous of my erudition.

I don't give a shit. You lack life experience.

I'm damned, because I was born damned.

I'm a bastard child like all great visionaries.

Moses, Buddha, Muhammad, Christ.

You're mixing it all up.

I'm 100 years in front of you.

I was a hippie before there were any hippies.

I smoked pot before it became rich-kid shit.

Fuck, I learned how to read and write.

Reading Marcel Kappa, and Brigitte Bijou!

I read Verlaine and jerked off in Iguape.

And taught you how to play ball.

Taught you to hit on girls, To defend yourself from the bullies.

Taught you to get free movie tickets. To fake the passbooks.

How to roll a fucking joint.

Alright, alright.

But you froze in time.

And I continued, you gotta admit, Torres.

I revived you culturally.

You didn't revive shit.

I just gave myself a break, man. To live!

Like Rimbaud!

And you wanna say I'm the megalomaniac?

Your problem, Torres.

Is that you can't put all this craziness of yours on the page!

Say, man.

- What? - What you got for us?

Sorry.

- Pass the dough, motherfucker! - What dough?

Get down, get down!

You work, don't you?

- Today is payday, right? - Where's the money?

- You'll give to us, right? - I don't get paid today.

- Are you fucking with us? - I'm broke, dude.

- Now you gotta make some more, sucker. - But...

- That's why you don't prosper. - But I'm as fucked as you are!

Hold him.

You've learned your the lesson, sucker.

If you're broke next time, you're dead!

- Go, go. - The wallet!

They got you, right?

Someone's gotta do something about this street.

Look, this guy here's been looking for you all night.

You never change, always out at night...

What happened to you?

You're the last person I'd have liked to see today.

Take a look at this place Who could've told it!

This apartment belongs to a friend.

I don't want anything to go missing from here.

You're always misjudging me.

Alright. Tell me what you want.

If you want money, forget it. They've robbed it all.

Always to the point, I like it!

Don't fuck with me, man!

It's not money.

Spill it.

It's my organization.

Shit! I'm not interested.

You should. I don't wanna recruit you, relax.

On the contrary, the org is disappearing.

Great!

You're a reactionary now?

I've been reading Pound, Eliot, Céline. And I think they're right.

Always teasing me, huh? Deep down you're with us.

- Go on, spill it! - The feds are after me.

I can't even call home. You'll have to house me for some days.

No fucking way!

It's your way of helping the cause.

The revolution is not a work of art, a spectacle.

It cannot be so refined, so leisurely and gentle.

A revolution is an insurrection, an act of violence.

By which one class overthrows another.

It's not about suppressing order. Order has to be inner.

Since outer order is but hierarchy, And hierarchy must be suppressed!

Every ideology that promotes weakness must be banned from our ranks.

Every point of view that overestimates the power of the enemy.

And underestimates the power of the people is wrong.

Liberalism is extremely harmful for the revolutionary movement.

In order to connect to the masses.

It's necessary to act accordingly to the necessities and aspirations of the masses.

Every work made for the masses must come from the masses themselves.

Fucking hell, Che! Stop talking, I need to sleep!

Shut up!

Fuck off, Che! I work tomorrow, turn this off.

Shut up, we've got the Havana radio signal.

No! No! No!

Turn this fucking thing off!

Go back! Go back another picture!

- Who's that? - Jean Vigo's father, idiot.

The Magician's Wake.

Evohé!

The Purpose of an Orgasm.

Trotsky failed of his own faults, because he had doubts.

Stalin could've been a shithead but he was a man of action.

How horrible, you're defending the purges!

Trotsky was an asshole. Rehabilitating this guy is for fascists.

- I despise you, Oscar. - But you like to sleep with me.

I don't belong to you, Oscar. I'm free.

I doubt it, you're a moralist.

You like my liberal way of life, which you're only capable of in theory.

Really? Listen Rivaldo. Do you wanna fuck me?

What?

Do you think I'm hot?

- Of course. - So now you're gonna see some praxis.

Cut it, Torres is apolitical.

- So what? He's a man, isn't he? - You're my girlfriend, Paulinha.

Don't call me Paulinha.

My name is Paula Nelson. And I'm no one's property!

- You're ridiculous. - Asshole.

But I was the first one.

But you won't be the last, you Stalinist jerk.

Do us a favor, buddy go spend some time out there.

Pessach, The Crossing.

What happened.

The time has come, Rivaldo. I was accepted in the movement.

Where you going?

Still don't know, maybe to the country.

But it's better for you not to know.

Of course it is.

We'll meet again, in other circumstances.

If I'm fine, you'll also be fine.

But if anything happens to me, I'll have someone tell you.

I don't know anyone.

I'm only coming back dead, man.

You'll have to spread my ideas for me, I'm going to make history.

Hey, Oscar, wake up.

I'm going to work, alright?

If you leave, give the key to the concierge.

And be careful with her.

Don't act stupid on the street, I don't wanna get screwed because of you.

Ms. Albertina, a relative of mine is going to spend some days with me.

Then fill this, please.

Oh please, why?

Police orders.

Stop that, I'll be responsible for it, he's just a relative.

I'm sorry, Rivaldo, it's the law.

You'll have to fill this form.

I'll do it at night, I'm late for work.

No, Rivaldo, you have to fill this now.

- Rivaldo, please. - Later, later.

- Hey, Rivaldo! - Old hag...

- Come here. - Where are you going in this hurry?

Papers, fast.

- Get in the car! - I have my ID here.

- You look like a commie. - I'm a worker.

- Actually, you look like a fag. - No, sir.

Shut up, if he called you a fag, you're a fag.

- Alright, I'm a fag. - So you're arrested.

I didn't do anything!

Yes, you did. Vagrancy, looking for cock.

Work card.

It's not with me, it's at work.

- You're lying. - I swear to god.

Other thing, it doesn't look like you.

I got it a long time ago.

Do you study?

I dropped it.

Good.

Students are always subversive.

He can go.

- You're clean. - Thanks.

Where you're going? We've saved you.

Thanks.

You could've been arrested for prostitution. For being a fag.

Thanks.

Nothing to grease our palm?

- I've only got this here. - Proletarian fags are the worst!

Alright, alright. Now get outta here.

And see if you stop going around shaking your ass like that!

Open the door, Oscar.

Why are you taking so long, Oscar.

Mr. Dimério, go to sleep.

What's happening.

What's she doing here?

She's a comrade.

What has this become, a fucking hostel?

- She's also being chased by the feds. - Out of here!

What happened to you?

Get out of my house!

What's up, Rivaldo. This is not your house.

Even worse, get the fuck out.

- You're a fascist. - Oh yeah? Great!

You were fucking in my bed, really?

Of course not.

She's only a colleague.

Sit down, you're too nervous.

- I'll make you a coffee. - I don't want any fucking coffee.

Let me introduce you to Eliana.

This is Torres, he believes in our cause.

What cause!

The "baker" told me you're a cool guy.

Who's the baker?

What baker?

It's my war-name.

You're collaborating with us.

I'm what you call a useful idiot, aren't I.

You're a really nice guy.

I told you.

You know what happened?

- The feds started bothering me. - Motherfuckers!

They humiliated me.

They called me a fag and all.

One more victim of state violence!

Are you making fun of me?

No, fag!

Alright.

Where am I gonna sleep?

In your bed, of course.

And you?

It fits 2, right?

If you want, you can sleep in your suit.

Hey, friend.

I'm going away for an important job.

You were very nice.

Maybe I won't come back.

Take care of her, ok?

Don't be late to work.

It's Saturday.

I'm free all day.

All day long?

All day long.

Wait a second.

Hey, is it you who's staying on 76?

I was. Not anymore.

There's a form here for you to fill.

- Forget it, I'm out. - Please!

Good morning, is Torres in?

And who are you?

A friend.

So fill this form here, please.

Fill it, please.

Here.

Thank you.

Why you took so long to answer?

Is there anyone there?

A woman?

Of course.

She slept in bed, and you on the floor.

Nope, another guy slept on the floor.

Kinda hard to understand, eh.

- Well, if you want me to go I will. - No, no.

I want you to meet her.

She's beautiful, smart... politically aware.

Nice, hah.

It took a long time, Teo.

But I think I found the right girl.

You never gave them a chance.

Don't mess it up, ok.

She thinks all these books and records belong to me.

Alright, alright.

I think I'm... in love.

Serious stuff, heh?

What a dick...

I'm even tempted to write!

This is my best friend, Eliana.

Hi, it's a pleasure.

How lucky of you.

I know.

Well I... I'll come back another time.

No, please.

Good luck to you, really.

I thought you'd have a crush on my friend.

Why?

He's handsome.

Rich, smart.

Too bourgeois for my taste.

That he is.

Even looks like a private college student.

Every relationship I ever had with handsome men was rife with competition.

And most of them were weak.

They're impotent, right.

What attracts me in you is this virility,

that seems to be pent-up inside you for so long.

I'm kind of a nymphomaniac.

I'm a total nymphomaniac.

The great contradiction.

Here I am, enjoying myself with The dishes of capitalist China.

Relax and enjoy.

What a sordid way of spending The money they gave me.

With no protein, there's no energy.

No struggle.

And yesterday we fasted, Spent the day in bed, having sex.

Haha, I can't complain, comrade.

How long are we gonna be together, Eliana?

I don't know.

Une poème.

Cinema, Vigo.

Poetry, Micheaux.

Poetry and cinema, Cocteau.

There's Che.

- The time has come. - What?

Let's get to the apartment I need to pack up.

No, no.

No drama. Not now.

I have to go.

You understand it, right?

No.

No, I don't.

We'll meet again.

No, we won't, Eliana.

Come here.

He can wait.

It won't be as nice.

Yeah, I don't think so.

Soil for plantation must be prepared with composts of...

Who are you?

- What do you want? - Do you own this apartment?

I'm the landlord, yes.

Do you know someone called Luisa Valverde?

- No. - War-name, Eliana.

- Never seen her. - You're lying!

I swear to god.

- You're a fag aren't you? - Why?

Nothing.

- Do you know Oscar Viana? - No.

- You kidding? - Don't know him.

Take a look at this.

"The Right-Wing Takes Power."

"Memoirs of a Terrorist."

"General Treatise on Hydraulic Bombs."

And you wanna tell me you're not a terrorist, you shit?

- They're not mine. - You disgust me, fucking liar.

- He was seen in this building. - Who?

Oscar, Eliana.

Are you in LN?

What's that?

Not that one, let's take this guy.

- My father works in the government! - Does he know his son is a fag?

He does!

Then he'll thank God for what we're doing!

I have my fucking rights!

I know nothing!

I only lent the apartment.

I know nothing.

Leave me alone, I don't wanna go! Dad!

Stop it!

You'll regret it!

Look! It's him, my god!

It's him!

It was fun, son.

Don't leave our business. You know, it's in the blood!

Of course not, dad. Thank you.

Thank you.

Take care, boy. This cough is dangerous.

Leave it to me, I'll take care of it.

Ms. Raimunda! Goodbye.

What do you say, Piolho?

Are you happy?

Yes, I am.

Before I forget, "don't call me Piolho!"

China, China.

China, your party was really hot!

Really hot!

Quiet!

Do me a favor, will ya.

What do you want?

Say, Magalhães, how was it.

Your father paid for more than half of everything.

The old man is really a sucker, right.

Let's go!

- I'll stay! - You're not.

I'm done with you.

Cut it, Magalhães.

You're my responsibility, Verinha.

This is no place for you, Verinha.

Why?

This is the gutter, the underworld, total perdition!

I love it here.

Verinha, your father's gonna kill me.

Oh, so that's why you're worried about me?

No. It's because you're a virgin, pure.

- You were made for me. - Stop it, Magalhães!

Go home, I'll take care of her.

Fine, take care of her. Don't let anyone touch her.

Tonight I'm gonna fuck the whole world!

I'll kill you!

Calm down, calm down.

I'll take care of her.

Thanks, Xavier,

You're a decent guy.

Cool it.

She's in good hands.

Get me another one!

You drinking it up today!

This is a magical place, did you know?

I do.

Listen.

Did those stories in Iguape really happen?

Of course.

With you?

With both of us.

We combined our experiences.

The book's so beautiful.

Listen.

Is it true what Magalhães said?

What? That I'm a virgin?

Of course it is.

Let's take care of this detail.

Evohé.

Evohé.

Xie xie ni. [Thank you]

Bu xie. [You're welcome]

Zai jian. [Bye]

Shall we go?

It's not your time.

Look for another soul.

Let us, who are of good health,

wish not that the phthisics perish.

For we still have the cult of the dead.

The absent ones who won't ever return.