Proibido Proibir (Forbidden to Forbid) (2007) Movie Script
"FORBIDDEN TO FORBID"
What's up?
It hit me...
Fuck, it hit me!
This is Rosalina.
This is about a failure
of the three blood cell types:
red blood cells,
white blood cells, and platelets.
So what can we see here?
Bleeding, anemia
and some kind of infection.
Can anybody tell me
what it could be?
Paulo.
Paulo.
Who gave me this name?
Excuse me, my dear.
Let me take a look at you.
Let me see your eyes.
Do you bleed when
you brush your teeth?
Yes, I do.
- Do you?
- Yes, I do.
Lay down, please.
Easy.
You see petechiae, ecchymosis...
It's anemia.
Now sit up.
Well, professor.
It looks like leukemia.
You are right.
Paulo is inspired today.
Well, as for the treatment, Rosalina
should start chemotherapy,
an aggressive
and long treatment, but
she still has the option
of a bone marrow transplant.
Anyone here would like to...
I'll be waiting for you
at the terrace after class.
Alice, maybe you
could say something.
Rosalina is an old friend of mine.
She works with me
and has helped me a lot
with my children at home.
Now I'm trying to help her,
right Rosalina?
Thanks for helping me
with these guys.
Thank you.
Relax! We will take
care of you.
- Excuse me.
- Yes.
I'll be back later.
Land, ho!
- Across the cross!
- Stop it, Paulo.
- You're going to fall down.
- From clay to clay!
Paulo!
There is something
better here. Come!
Help!
Come here.
Let me go! Help!
I'm gonna eat you up!
Careful with the cannibal!
Are you going to eat me up,
you cannibal?
Come here.
Come here!
Ol!
- I have some grass.
- No, not today.
- You can pay me later.
- All right.
Some of your questions
are a bit baffling.
You're focusing on the political
aspect, the moral aspect.
You have to help
the interviewees
understand themselves
as citizens and individuals
and express their needs.
But the research is
really good, Len.
It's really good, Rita.
For God's sake, no way!
Ritinha!
- What do you think?
- About what?
"School and Soccer"
by Len Maranho
and Ritinha Almendos
signed by both of us.
No. "School and Soccer"
by Len Maranho.
I'll have my own ideas
published.
Wow, you're so vain!
You can't work as a team.
We are unbeatable together.
All right:
"School and Soccer"
Rita Almendos and
Len Maranho.
It sounds much nicer.
Stop talking nonsense.
We're still 70 bucks
short for the rent.
Give me some money.
It's all in here.
And in here.
I can't believe it!
You lost your key
and then you lost mine.
Damn it!
Let me take a look at this.
"Anatomy for Artists. "
Aren't you a doctor, man?
This is a masterpiece.
- It looks wonderful.
- Wonderful.
You don't pay rent,
you don't pay the phone bill,
you don't pay anything at all.
Your money goes to books
and this crap you smoke.
Stop smoking this shit.
It will make you dumb!
You know my philosophy:
it's forbidden to forbid.
So tell the cops,
when they catch you
with your little box,
"It's forbidden to forbid. "
So I'm the one
who spends all the money.
Let's see what's
in your backpack.
What's this?
Cartola! Don't you have
his entire CD collection?
Beth Carvalho, Jamelo.
Samba School!
Giddens is
your department...
Habermas...
"A History of Insanity"?
This is great!
We're even, buddy.
This is for you, buddy!
- You're joking!
- No. There's a dedication.
"Idiots of the world, unite!"
You son of a gun!
- Is it here?
- No, over there.
We lost our keys.
Go ahead!
Give me your bag.
You lost the keys!
I can't believe it!
This place is beautiful!
Shit!
Anybody home?
Can I have a roasted chicken,
Mr. Manuel?
On credit with the rest?
The cold water
feels really nice.
I love the color
of the tiles.
It goes with the sink,
the bidet, the toilet...
It's hot around here.
It's hot,
it's far from the ocean,
but it's close to school
and it's cheap.
Why don't you live
with your parents?
Because I like
to take care of myself.
Besides, they live
in Braslia.
- I'd love to live by myself.
- Really?
But I don't have the guts.
You don't have the guts?
Look at where you are!
This place is great.
Your friend is
a Botafogo fan!
- Don't you ever fight?
- We never have.
- You will.
- No, we won't.
- Yes, you will.
- No, we won't.
- You will.
- No, we won't.
I can't believe it!
It's so cool out here.
Really?
Those tiles look
like a French movie.
I have never noticed that.
Your bosom buddy
should arrive soon.
I don't think so.
Flamengo is playing today.
- Hold the ladder.
- I'm holding it.
Kiss.
- Good-bye.
- Good-bye.
I'm supposed to have lunch
with my buddy here,
in the Architecture building.
Len.
Your "buddy," right?
Why don't we go to my place
and study for a while?
You could help me
with the medical report.
There's some beer
and plenty of food.
I've already eaten enough.
Liar.
You're always hungry!
DON'T THINK ABOUT WHA YOU WILL BE, JUST BE I
We're running out of white,
I'll go get some more.
God! These guys
are so stupid!
What's up, guys?
Give me some attitude!
- Aren't you a medical student?
- Yes, I am.
Here.
Sign this petition.
You'll be the first.
Are you part
of the student union?
I'm the president.
Really?
Cool! Maybe you
could help us here.
Thanks.
- Fuck! You idiot!
- What happened?
Look at this.
- Hey, Brother. Jerk!
- Jerk!
- How's the water?
- It's just wonderful.
Jump in here with me.
I'm not wearing
a bathing suit.
You can swim
on your underwear.
I'm not wearing anything.
- Then jump in naked.
- Naked? No way!
What's going on here?
This is my bosom buddy.
Is this your girlfriend?
The one you talked about
and wanted to introduce me to?
Me? Introduce you to my girlfriend?
You came here by yourself!
You are keeping her
from me.
You owe me an explanation.
I don't owe you anything.
You're not my therapist,
my mom, you're nothing!
I'm glad I have wax
in my ears.
What a beautiful mermaid!
- With all due respect.
- Do I know you, "Ulysses"?
I'm Paulo de Almeida Brando,
your humble servant.
Let's go!
- Thank you.
- We support the strike
and also
the privatization issue.
See you at 7 p. m. in the Architecture
building. Make sure you go!
Those fools are
wasting their time.
Why? Do you
support privatization?
What difference
does it make?
With or without my support,
they will privatize it anyway.
We'll see!
"Students united will never... "
This is so outdated!
Not everyone is
alienated like you.
Idealists, like you,
are all stupid.
All governments have the same
projects for their people:
health, education,
jobs, housing...
For me salvation is
in a pussy and cannabis only.
- Write this on my tomb.
- When you graduate,
if you ever graduate,
you'll be a terrible doctor!
Your hungry faces
made me feel sorry for you.
My princess!
When was the last time
you ate?
Who knows...
Dr. Paulo.
Dr. Len.
Delicious!
Can you buy me
a hot dog too?
With onions, tomato sauce,
mashed potatoes...
- Take it easy!
- We can share it.
What a moocher!
Do you think
my dad is a banker?
Ah, Patrcia.
My name is Letcia.
Patrcia, the little rich girl.
This retard has a sense of humor.
Put the sandwich down!
Put it down!
Can I have another one?
Go! Go! Go!
Congratulations, man.
Hold on!
What?
Wait!
Her blue eyes
were so beautiful, so...
deep.
What... what did she
want to tell me?
Maybe she wanted to tell you
that drugs are no good.
What's your name again?
Paulo.
Yes, you do look like
a Paulo to me.
This place here
reminds me of my childhood,
when I flew a kite
and played soccer.
Did you use to live here?
No. I lived in a place
similar to this one.
Now my father lives
in Braslia, it's different.
- And why are you so happy?
- Why?
Love is beautiful
So beautiful
Nothing else can be
that beautiful
NEIGHBORS ASSOCIATION
Do you go to school
every day?
- More or less.
- More or less.
- What about soccer?
- It's just fine!
You must go to school, man.
And why don't you
go to school every day?
Because I'm lazy!
Do you help
your parents at home?
Yes, I do.
Do you help your mom
or your dad?
- My mom.
- How do you help her?
I help her pick up bottles
and sell them.
Go, Diogo!
Go for it!
Kick the ball!
Go, Diogo!
Go!
This computer
is a piece of shit.
The questions are not
straightforward,
our project lacks purpose.
Give me an example.
We have no information
on the families.
But I told you that first
I wanted to find out
the children's
life expectancy.
This is not literature.
This is reality!
If we don't know
their family reality,
how can we get to know
the children?
Pay attention.
The child depends
on the family, right?
- Of course!
- So
the problem isn't
the child nor the family,
but the context
where they live in,
and what they get
from our country.
Without that, our project
will turn into a novel.
A novel?
Little Rita, you say nice things
but you only think of politics.
Little Len, you speak very smoothly
but you are extremely stubborn.
You never think of politics!
- What?
- This is about politics.
- I know it is.
- Everything is about...
Excuse me.
I don't think everything
is about politics.
There is no politics
in love, in feelings,
in Nature, in art...
Listen, Letcia,
if I were you,
I'd put this sentimentalism,
this love thing, aside,
even Nature, if you please.
But there is politics in art.
When you mix art with politics,
it is no longer art,
because it sells an idea,
it becomes commercial.
- Can I give my opinion?
- No, you can't.
- It's forbidden to forbid.
- I forbade you to touch my PC.
- Let's eat!
- All right. Let's go!
- Paulo finally had a good idea.
- A great idea!
- Pasta.
- It's the only thing you have here.
Are there any onions here?
Little Rita from Minas,
I know why you are
so irked about this research.
You must hate soccer.
Little Paulo from So Paulo.
You are wrong twice.
The research is going
really well,
and my soccer team
is Atltico Mineiro.
I bet yours is Corinthians.
You are completely wrong!
I was born to suffer.
My team here is Botafogo
and, in So Paulo,
I'm So Paulo.
Paulo!
Paulo!
Yes, Mariana.
What is it, sweetie?
Can you help me with Math?
I don't understand anything.
I can't today.
What about tomorrow?
All right.
- Hi, how are you?
- Fine.
- Hello, Paulo.
- I can help you.
- Hi, how are you?
- Fine.
Mariana, get down.
You're disturbing them.
No, she isn't.
- So I see you tomorrow.
- All right.
See you. Mom, if I don't a
good grade, please, don't complain.
This damn chemotherapy!
Stop! Right there!
It hurts so bad!
I hate this treatment!
It will go away.
I'm dying for a cigarette!
There are some in the drawer.
Get me one.
Are you crazy?
If you smoke, you'll feel worse.
- You have a fever.
- So what?
Will it give me lung cancer?
What difference does it
make at this point?
- You shouldn't.
- Get it for me!
It's in the drawer.
Hurry!
There are no more cigarettes.
And now this!
If it weren't for my children,
I'd rather be dead.
Listen to me.
I have some medicine here...
No medicine!
It's different.
You'll feel better.
But this is between you and I.
If anyone finds out,
they'll kick me out.
How chic!
Come.
If only I could go home...
What about your children?
The younger one, Little Cacau,
has a really bad temper!
He only does what he wants,
but he doesn't get in trouble.
He's a very responsible kid.
- How old is he?
- Thirteen.
I can't, I'm working.
What about the other one?
Cinzio is 22.
He's a really good person.
But he's always having
problems with the police
because he's a street vendor.
- What does he sell?
- Watches, radios, perfume...
He treats me like a girlfriend.
Don't be snooty!
But he's a nice-looking black guy;
I saw his photo.
When he brought me here,
he promised to stop fighting.
Did he?
Yes, he did.
But I'm worried about him,
because he hasn't
shown up lately.
You know how easily
kids out on the street
get in the trouble.
I'd like to hear
from my boys.
I think about them
all the time!
Tell me the truth.
Am I going to die
of this blood problem?
Yes or no?
Life was never easy for me,
but I always managed to get along.
I had a job, a home,
a samba school.
Let me tell you something.
Go ahead.
I was a flag bearer,
can you believe it?
Of course I can.
- Let me tell you something.
- Sure.
When I first saw you,
I said to myself,
"Damn! I missed
this hot black girl!"
Whenever I go out,
I bring Diogo with me
because he's already 15.
So he helps you with that.
Yes, he's the one
who helps me.
Besides that,
he goes to school...
Yes, he studies at night
because he can't go
to day school at his age.
So I have to make him do
something during the day.
Does he play soccer
during the day?
On the weekends.
On Saturdays and Sundays,
he plays soccer
the whole day long.
And besides this job,
do you do anything else?
I'm a cleaning lady
and a laundress
at three different places.
And do you follow closely
his schoolwork?
- Yes, I do. I have to.
- Why?
To make sure he really
goes to school.
I'm not saying it's useless,
but it doesn't solve
the problem.
This is only
a palliative project.
The government should create
a more consistent project.
All right, pretty baby!
So we go home, watch TV
with our feet up, drinking beer,
the government does its job
while we do nothing!
If I'm pretty or not
has nothing to do with it.
Don't change the subject!
If a drug dealer offers
one pair of sneakers,
one T-shirt,
a couple of bucks, whatever,
to any of those kids,
they run to him!
Not everyone wants
to be a thief,
not everyone can be a thief,
do you know why?
- Why?
- Not everyone wants to die young.
- Do you know why?
- Say it!
Because there are too many
beautiful things in the world.
Mr. Z!
I'm leaving the money here.
- Sometimes you annoy me!
- Why?
You can see here the 5 principles
or modern Architecture:
it was built on a piloti,
the facade separated
from the structure,
horizontal windows, free ground plan,
the terrace and the garden.
This is where Le Corbusier
got the idea
for his parasols, which are
very suitable for our weather...
It's so dirty! The streets are filthy,
beggars on the streets. It's sad!
Don't exaggerate.
It's still a wonderful city.
They've destroyed everything.
Everyone "loves" Rio,
but no one takes care of it.
Sometimes I feel like
going away from here,
to a quiet place.
Wouldn't you like to?
Yes, I would.
Who knows?
Do you want to get married?
What are you talking about?
No. We could be roommates,
like you and Paulo.
- Do you agree?
- Yes, I do.
The Penha church
is so beautiful!
- It's gorgeous!
- So, what is it going to be?
What do you want to watch?
Drama, comedy, action, porn?
- Have you ever been there?
- Yes, I have.
I went there
to do a work for school.
Let's watch
this Brazilian movie.
Where is it?
Let's go there instead
of going to the movies.
- I've never been there.
- Let's go?
- Let's go?
- Right now.
What about the movie?
Is this a democracy or what?
You're just getting
a free ride, so shut up.
This place is just beautiful!
Let's scare her.
Jesus!
- How did you get here?
- I'm smart!
More than the two of you,
you idiots!
I feel like I'm
in the middle of an ocean.
What do you mean?
An ocean of slums.
Look.
Land, ho!
What do you want to see?
The museums, the architecture;
Paris must be beautiful!
- The cafs, the Frenchmen...
- Is that all?
And also to practice French.
Ah! That's obvious!
The little rich girl
speaks French.
- Say something.
- Go to hell!
How do you say,
"French women are
really hot"?
"Les franais sont beaux
et bien elevs".
"Petit con"!
It sounds beautiful!
What a poetic language!
Don't you ever
flush the toilet?
- How do you say "I love you"?
- Go flush the toilet!
Say it and I'll do it.
"Je t'aime".
Hey! Don't you wash
your hands either?
Are you a sergeant
to give me orders?
How do you say in French,
"French people love
to beat up Afghanis,
Jews, Africans... "?
And how do you say, "Leave
my girlfriend alone, moron!"
All right!
Mengo!
Mengo!
Go, you bastard!
Fuck you!
Mengo!
Goal!
Fuck you!
Get this shit out of here!
Get your hands off me!
Wait!
What are you
doing out here?
Little Paulo,
I need to see my children.
Calm down.
You must get stronger first.
I must see my children,
then I can leave in peace.
Go upstairs, stay here in your
hospital room, and I'll go see them.
- Do you promise?
- I'll do it.
Promise me!
Do you promise me?
Yes, I do.
I promise you.
Come with me!
Help me here.
Everything is fine.
There's nothing wrong.
Being sick is awful!
Being a Botafogo fan is worse.
It only brings me sorrow.
Do you like Tim Maia?
I like it too.
Why?
Nothing.
I do.
I used to play the piano.
Cool.
I thought you never studied!
Did you?
Why?
I thought you didn't
have time for it.
You're always
dating someone.
- I've never dated anyone.
- Liar!
Not like you and Len.
It's just...
sex and that's it?
Oh, my God! Don't give me
that romance crap.
It's not romance crap!
Get your feet off here!
Get off!
Haven't you ever
been in love?
Ever fallen in love?
No.
Why? Am I abnormal?
I don't know.
Everyone falls in love.
What time is it?
Jesus! I'm late.
Can you give me a ride?
- Yes.
- I'll go change.
All right.
Where are we?
In the heart of the darkness!
They've abandoned
this place!
My aunt raised us
all together.
She made us
go to school every day.
Otherwise she would
give us a rap on the head.
We really miss her.
How is she doing?
You know how it is, Mrio.
Hers is a distressful disease,
and the treatment is harsh.
But she's very strong.
For God's sake!
I hope nothing happens to her.
Everything is going
wrong with us.
Cinzio has just died,
and the boy
is hiding over there.
My aunt must survive.
With her it's a matter of time.
We'll try to keep her
as long as we can.
I'm worried about her emotions.
Cinzio was like
a brother to me.
He was a good person.
We shared our secrets.
He was a great guy.
He was really angry.
The cops took his merchandise
and beat him up all the time.
- How so?
- How so?
No, thanks.
They took his merchandise
and beat him up every day,
those damn cops.
He rebelled against that
and tried to get us together.
Are you also
a street vendor?
Yes, I sell CDs.
Guess what
the store owners did?
They hired lieutenant Aldo
to kill Cinzio.
So he killed him.
Now they want
to kill Little Cacau.
He saw everything.
Give this to my aunt.
It was Cinzio's.
Let's go.
- Mrs. Neide.
- Hello!
- How are you?
- Fine, thanks.
I've brought a few friends
over to talk to the kid.
All right.
- How are you?
- Hello.
Letcia.
Little Cacau!
Little Cacau!
This is Paulo, your mom's friend.
He's cool.
She sent me here.
This is the best place we found
to hide him from the police.
Mrio told me what they
did to your brother.
I wish I could kill
those bastards.
- Fuck that!
- Don't talk like that!
Get this idea
out of your mind!
Come here.
Let's talk over there.
Down.
Down.
I still think
this is a dangerous place.
We have to take him
somewhere else.
Where to?
Don't you have any family
in another neighborhood
...or another city?
- No, we don't.
The kid cannot even
walk on the street!
The police is all over.
The owner of the house
is a very nice person,
but she is scared.
I don't know what to do.
Look at what
they've published.
"The drug dealer
Cinzio Souza
was killed in a confrontation
with police.
His underage brother,
who is also a drug dealer,
ran away after a long shooting
and is on the run. " Bastards!
I'm sorry to barge in,
but you need professional help,
a lawyer, NGO...
Listen! I'd rather die
than to be fucked in prison.
Shut up, Cacau!
You are underage, and I know
what will happen to you.
I want my mom.
We are going to help you.
Paulo will help you
see your mom.
- Right, Paulo?
- Of course!
Everything will be all right.
Write a letter to your mom.
It will make her happy.
St. George.
Yes, to close the body.
It's pure illusion.
Damn! She's going
to die of sadness!
You can't tell her anything.
I have to say something.
Make up a story. Lie!
Whatever!
I'm getting drunk.
What are you going to do?
I've told you
I don't know!
I don't know
what I should tell her.
Are you stupid?
I'm talking about the kid!
You have to help that kid!
- Help him?
- Of course!
What can I do?
Don't you understand?
That kid is going to die!
They're going to kill him!
- You have to do something!
- Me?
- Yeah, you!
- Me?
Why me?
What can I do?
I have no idea of what to do!
Do you?
No, I don't know
what to do.
Don't do that.
- Please, don't do that.
- Shit, man!
- They're gonna kill the kid!
- No, they won't.
Nothing will happen.
Please, Letcia, don't.
Listen to me.
- We are going to do something.
- They will kill him!
Listen to me!
No, they won't.
We are going
to help him, OK?
We'll do something about it.
Was it your hands
or your mouth
Can you drive, please?
Why?
I'm not feeling well,
I'm a little drunk.
Me too.
Do you want more?
Look at that palace!
"Love's House. "
Have you ever visited
a palace like that?
It's half-price for students.
Not like this one.
But I think we should
change the subject.
Yes, definitely.
- Do you believe in UFO's?
- Yes, I do.
I hope we are abducted
and taken to another planet.
- Let's go for a swim.
- No way!
- Stop being a wussy.
- No!
- You're no fun!
- No, Letcia.
You're so pale!
Come on!
I'm on my underwear.
- You're so pale!
- I hate the sun!
Paulo!
Stop it!
Paulo!
Fuck!
Fuck you, man!
Now I'll have a thing
called scan.
Don't worry,
it's no big deal.
What's wrong with you?
It's nothing, Rosinha.
Tell me.
I've got something
to tell you.
What is it?
Why are you so troubled?
It's because of a girl.
So you're in love!
Maria de Lourdes, please.
Is she married?
I wish.
It's worse than that.
She's the girl
of someone I know.
I understand.
Someone you know?
Friend or relative?
Take a rock salt bath,
light a candle and pray.
In those moments,
only God can help us.
Or maybe...
Why don't you just do it?
- Let's go!
- All right.
What will you specialize in?
I haven't made up
my mind yet.
Why did you decide
to become a doctor?
The mystery of death
has always fascinated me.
What is the sense of living
and turning into dust?
Are you serious?
Of course!
Don't you believe in God?
No.
I do.
I'm a Catholic.
You believe in anything:
in God, in anything I say,
even in soap operas.
Why are you
talking like that?
- I'm not OK.
- Stop smoking this crap!
- It's forbidden to forbid.
- Don't give me this nonsense!
This is harming you.
When you smoke,
you become a jerk.
Superficial, uninteresting...
A perfect idiot.
There's something else here
harming me.
Are you in love with him?
- I like him a lot.
- Are you in love with him?
- It's none of your business!
- Are you or not?
Damn! It is none
of your business!
I think this medicine is crap,
it's too weak
for this treating tuberculosis.
It's just too weak.
So you are Michael's father.
Do you go with him
to his games?
No, I don't.
Has he improved
his performance at school
since he started
playing soccer?
No, he's a good student.
He comes home from school
and does his homework
right away.
That's the first
thing he does.
Why are you so quiet today?
You were kind of rude.
You did not even listen
to what people were saying.
- You think so?
- What's wrong?
I don't know.
I'm kind of worried.
Worried about what?
Nothing.
Forget it.
What's wrong?
I don't know.
I think...
I think I'm very confused.
I'm too tired.
I want to give up
on everything.
I compete with
my own shadow.
Is it because
I like Sociology?
Or because I'm black
and have to prove I'm better?
I'm tired of this!
You're the best in class,
everyone knows that.
You're not
the best-looking one,
but you're very charming.
Any girl could notice that.
What about you?
Let's see what happens, OK?
Paulo.
Why did you call me here?
I...
was thinking...
about Rosalina;
have you spoken to her?
I changed the subject.
I began to talk nonsense.
Aren't we going
to do anything?
Don't insist!
What do you want to do?
I don't know what to do.
Do you?
Do you know what I think?
This whole thing is a mess.
I just want to give up.
At least you have your method
for forgetting things.
I don't.
Why the long faces?
We're philosophizing.
- Are you hitting on her?
- Don't be stupid, Len!
You're hurting me, man.
- I'll break your face.
- Go ahead and do it.
Be careful with her,
she's not what she seems to be.
- Hello, my little princess.
- Hi, Len.
Your friend said
you were here.
Well, I'm leaving.
Where are you going?
To accomplish
an impossible mission.
I'm going with you.
Why are you excluding me?
Wake up, wake up
you whining black girl
Stop being so lazy
Who are those two angels?
They are our friends.
This is Letcia
and this is
my bosom buddy Len.
No. He is
my bosom buddy.
We brought these for you.
- Chocolate!
- I have some chocolate here.
Pick one.
What if I pick
the wrong one?
You have one chance only.
Let's see...
You're great!
You're the best doctor
in town!
Are you all happy?
- Let's go for a walk.
- All right.
We'll be right back.
A letter from Little Cacau.
I feel so sorry for her!
No one can help her,
no one can help her son.
I'm a very lucky person.
I have everything.
Are you happy now, Rosinha?
Things will get better, you'll see.
Look.
Cinzio sent you this.
He filled it with kisses for you.
Paulo.
You have a good heart.
This was his amulet.
It's yours.
It will close your body.
He sent it to you.
Don't try to fool me.
It's yours.
Keep it.
Damn life!
All right, he will testify.
So it's him and the cop
before the judge.
Who do you think
they will believe?
The cop!
They don't believe us,
they don't even care
about what we say.
I don't believe it!
He didn't do anything.
Besides there are lots of
witnesses, everybody saw it.
Witness?
What are you talking about?
There is no such a thing
as a witness here.
If you live here and testify,
guess what happens to you?
You are an informer, a rat.
You're finished.
They'll burn you up.
Mrio.
Look at me.
Do you think I don't know
how things work here, man?
First, we are going
to get the kid out of here.
Trust me.
- I'm not going to jail!
- You won't go to jail.
You are underage.
The Law will protect you.
The only protection
I need is a gun
to kill the bastards
who killed my brother!
You are not a criminal!
Forget it!
I know, but they
want to turn me in.
They'll take me to jail!
What is your problem?
Calm down, Cacau!
Relax, Brother.
- Calm down!
- Hold on, Cacau.
Calm down, man!
Take it easy!
Listen to me!
I promised your mom
to take care of you.
You said that last time
and didn't do anything!
One step at a time.
We are here to help you.
- I want to see my mom!
- Don't worry.
You will see her.
Shouldn't we talk to Rosa
and let her see the boy?
No, first we have
to get him out of here.
Shit! That's why
I don't want kids.
I want at least
half a dozen.
We'll take him to our place, but
how do we get him out of here?
In Letcia's car.
No, let's leave her
out of this.
I'm going to call my mom
and take him to Braslia.
- He'll be safe there.
- We'll take him together.
She'll take better care of him
than she took of me.
- Damn!
- Let's go. Easy!
- Name.
- Paulo de Almeida Brando.
- Name.
- Len Alves Maranho.
Did you come here
for drugs?
- No, sir.
- No, sir.
We came here
to do research for school.
I want to see
your backpacks.
ID.
ID.
- Your name.
- Rogrio, and I live here.
- Your name.
- Nlio Costa.
I'm glad you didn't bring
your little can with you.
Do you think I'm stupid?
Stop it, kid!
Are you okay?
My hot black woman!
What is it?
I need to talk to you.
Say it.
Listen.
I have something important
to do and I'm late.
You don't have to say anything,
I understand.
Let's go!
Watch this for me!
- Hello, aunt Lu.
- How are you?
Fine, thanks.
- Paulo.
- Where is Len?
I don't know.
He said he would be here
and didn't show up.
- He had something important...
- What?
- I don't know!
- What?
- I don't know!
- Damn!
He went by himself.
LEN, I CAN'T...
So, what do you think?
You might like Braslia.
You could go back to school,
and become a senator,
or maybe even a president.
Don't forget me!
Can you imagine
this guy a president?
- A black president!
- Imagine that!
Awesome!
The taxi is here.
Let's go!
Slow down. Slow down.
Let me see your ID.
- What's going on in there?
- Nothing.
Fuck! It's the kid!
- Get out!
- What's going on?
Get out of the car!
I told you to get out!
- Come on!
- Move!
Really slowly!
- Go! Over there!
- Go!
Listen.
You've never been here.
Go!
- Get in.
- Go!
Ahead.
Move!
Up there!
Move!
Turn around.
Right there.
Away from each other.
ID.
Let me see your ID,
you little rascal.
- I don't have one.
- Give me everything.
Leave us alone. We won't
say a word. I swear to God!
We can explain.
I was doing research.
Research my ass!
You're screwed!
My father works in Braslia.
If you do anything, you're screwed!
- Shut up!
- You're screwed!
- I'm sorry.
- Do you see?
I have nothing against you.
My business was
with your brother.
Don't do that!
For God's sake!
Don't do that!
Stop it!
- You son of a bitch.
- Damn, Cacau.
Don't do it!
- Shit!
- Freeze!
Where the hell is he?
You can't hide!
I'll get you!
Over there!
What happened?
Do you want me
to call anyone?
Oh, my God!
Be careful!
Help me here!
Turn him around!
How did you find him?
Where was he?
Some guy called me
and told me to pick him up!
He doesn't know
what happened!
Jesus Christ!
This jerk went by himself!
By himself!
What am I going to do?
He has to go to the hospital!
He needs blood!
He needs to undergo surgery!
He said it was the police
who did this!
Haven't you learned
anything in Medical School?
He's burning with fever.
Place a cold water compress
on his forehead.
If he bleeds again, hold it
tight with a clean towel until it stops.
Don't touch him.
Give me your car keys.
I'll go to the hospital.
I need light here.
Closer.
I need light!
I'm sorry.
I think I can feel it here.
It's close to the surface.
His backpack is gone
with his wallet and documents.
I don't understand.
I'd like to ask you something.
- Please, go home.
- No! I'm not going!
It will be safer.
If we need you, we'll call you.
I'm not going!
I carried him here in my arms!
If he were conscious,
he would ask you the same.
But I'm not going!
I saw him shot!
I'm not going to leave
you two here by yourselves.
Hello.
Is it the bakery?
Can I speak to Mrio?
It's a friend of his.
Yes.
Didn't he leave a message?
All right.
No, it's OK.
I'll call him back later.
Thank you.
There is nothing here.
Water.
Water.
I'm going to bring you
an ice cold beer.
How could you go by yourself?
You should have waited for me.
- I could have done something.
- Like what?
There was nothing
anyone could do.
I remember those bastards'
faces as in a nightmare.
The looked at us,
as if we were nothing,
some garbage, whatever!
Cacau...
Cacau was strong.
He fought with one of them.
But I was a coward.
I just ran!
I remember the look
in Cacau's eyes.
There was no fear!
There was just hatred!
Those bastards
will come after me.
I know they will.
And I will kill them!
Take it easy!
When you get better,
we'll solve this.
Don't fool yourself.
Everything is rotten!
We pretend to be blind
because we don't want to see it.
What are you doing here?
Why did you let her
stay here?
We are going to
denounce everything.
We are going to screw
those bastards.
Don't be stupid, man!
Paulo, where is Len?
He's disappeared.
He had to go to Braslia
take care of some family
problems.
Braslia?
Len wasn't going to Braslia
at the end of the term.
Well, it's his life, not mine.
Listen, Paulo.
There's a guy looking for him,
he has all his papers.
He's a cop for sure.
He wants your address.
- Did you give him our address?
- No.
- What is going on?
- There's nothing going on.
- I know there is.
- Don't get involved, Rita.
- What?
- It's nothing serious.
- He is my friend!
- This is a hospital.
Keep your voice down.
Stay out of this.
- So tell me!
- Damn you!
Something really serious
has happened to Len,
but he's all right.
I can't tell you.
You will find out eventually.
- Let me help you.
- Do you want to help?
So don't say
a word to anyone.
Forget the whole thing.
All right?
I must go back to class.
I have an exam.
Forget it.
Call me, Paulo.
If you need anything,
call me.
- Get out of my way!
- What do you want?
Do you want me
to tie you down?
- Get out of my way!
- You're not going out!
- Get your hands off me!
- Don't do this.
- Get out of my way!
- Watch your arm.
- Get your hands...
- I'll hit you!
Get your hands off me.
I'm getting out of here!
Let go of me!
For God's sake!
You only think of yourself.
What will happen to Letcia?
- She won't be with me!
- What will they do to her?
And what will
it happen to me?
Do you think I'll
leave you alone?
Damn you, Paulo!
Damn it!
I should have grabbed
my things and left.
Let me see the wound...
if it's open.
Thank you very much.
God bless you!
Shit!
Shit!
Let's go!
Come!
Stop at the observation
point, please.
Let's wait a little longer.
- We'll stop later.
- Give me a break.
Let's stop
for a little while.
We'll stop for a while,
grab some energy
to go on with our journey.
Do you want some?
This product
has an advantage:
it erases your memory
in a slow and safe way.
I don't want
to erase anything.
If you die, you will
have nothing to erase,
nothing to forget
or to remember.
Poor thing.
- He's screwed.
- Don't feel sorry for him.
I know him, nothing
will let him down.
Does he get along
with his parents?
Who does?
I do.
You do...
He does...
We do...
You do...
They do.
But we don't.
Excuse me?
We are not getting along.
What do you mean?
Did you read the note
I left him?
- It's none of my business.
- It is your business.
Letcia, we are friends.
All right?
End of conversation.
We can be anything else,
but friends.
How can you do that?
He knows you like me.
I like half a dozen girls.
You like me.
- He knows what's going on.
- What's going on?
- Excuse me?
- There's nothing going on between us.
Let's change the subject.
"It's forbidden to forbid,"
remember?
That's true.
So...
You bastards!
I'm here!
Come and get me!
I'm going back.
- What did you say?
- I'm going back to Rio.
What do you want, man?
Cut the crap.
Do you want me to
tie you to the car?
- What are you talking about?
- I'm going back.
I have to take care
of things there.
You have nothing
to take care of in Rio.
Of course I do!
Go back!
You will have visitors!
There are lots
of people waiting for you.
I'm going back!
Fuck them!
- Fuck them?
- You're going to fuck with us.
- No, I'm not.
- Of course you are.
I knew he was going
to do that to us!
- He'll screw us!
- I'm going by myself.
Are you crazy?
- You're not going anywhere!
- Stop it!
I can't forget the dead!
I can't!
If it's easy for you,
it's really hard for me!
Damn!
Do you want
to end up like them?
Talk to him, Letcia.
I have nothing else to say.
- You know how I am!
- Do you want to die?
I don't want to run away!
I should have put you
on a plane!
- Stop fighting!
- I knew it!
You idiots!
- I'm going to...
- No! Stop it!
This place is so beautiful!
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What's up?
It hit me...
Fuck, it hit me!
This is Rosalina.
This is about a failure
of the three blood cell types:
red blood cells,
white blood cells, and platelets.
So what can we see here?
Bleeding, anemia
and some kind of infection.
Can anybody tell me
what it could be?
Paulo.
Paulo.
Who gave me this name?
Excuse me, my dear.
Let me take a look at you.
Let me see your eyes.
Do you bleed when
you brush your teeth?
Yes, I do.
- Do you?
- Yes, I do.
Lay down, please.
Easy.
You see petechiae, ecchymosis...
It's anemia.
Now sit up.
Well, professor.
It looks like leukemia.
You are right.
Paulo is inspired today.
Well, as for the treatment, Rosalina
should start chemotherapy,
an aggressive
and long treatment, but
she still has the option
of a bone marrow transplant.
Anyone here would like to...
I'll be waiting for you
at the terrace after class.
Alice, maybe you
could say something.
Rosalina is an old friend of mine.
She works with me
and has helped me a lot
with my children at home.
Now I'm trying to help her,
right Rosalina?
Thanks for helping me
with these guys.
Thank you.
Relax! We will take
care of you.
- Excuse me.
- Yes.
I'll be back later.
Land, ho!
- Across the cross!
- Stop it, Paulo.
- You're going to fall down.
- From clay to clay!
Paulo!
There is something
better here. Come!
Help!
Come here.
Let me go! Help!
I'm gonna eat you up!
Careful with the cannibal!
Are you going to eat me up,
you cannibal?
Come here.
Come here!
Ol!
- I have some grass.
- No, not today.
- You can pay me later.
- All right.
Some of your questions
are a bit baffling.
You're focusing on the political
aspect, the moral aspect.
You have to help
the interviewees
understand themselves
as citizens and individuals
and express their needs.
But the research is
really good, Len.
It's really good, Rita.
For God's sake, no way!
Ritinha!
- What do you think?
- About what?
"School and Soccer"
by Len Maranho
and Ritinha Almendos
signed by both of us.
No. "School and Soccer"
by Len Maranho.
I'll have my own ideas
published.
Wow, you're so vain!
You can't work as a team.
We are unbeatable together.
All right:
"School and Soccer"
Rita Almendos and
Len Maranho.
It sounds much nicer.
Stop talking nonsense.
We're still 70 bucks
short for the rent.
Give me some money.
It's all in here.
And in here.
I can't believe it!
You lost your key
and then you lost mine.
Damn it!
Let me take a look at this.
"Anatomy for Artists. "
Aren't you a doctor, man?
This is a masterpiece.
- It looks wonderful.
- Wonderful.
You don't pay rent,
you don't pay the phone bill,
you don't pay anything at all.
Your money goes to books
and this crap you smoke.
Stop smoking this shit.
It will make you dumb!
You know my philosophy:
it's forbidden to forbid.
So tell the cops,
when they catch you
with your little box,
"It's forbidden to forbid. "
So I'm the one
who spends all the money.
Let's see what's
in your backpack.
What's this?
Cartola! Don't you have
his entire CD collection?
Beth Carvalho, Jamelo.
Samba School!
Giddens is
your department...
Habermas...
"A History of Insanity"?
This is great!
We're even, buddy.
This is for you, buddy!
- You're joking!
- No. There's a dedication.
"Idiots of the world, unite!"
You son of a gun!
- Is it here?
- No, over there.
We lost our keys.
Go ahead!
Give me your bag.
You lost the keys!
I can't believe it!
This place is beautiful!
Shit!
Anybody home?
Can I have a roasted chicken,
Mr. Manuel?
On credit with the rest?
The cold water
feels really nice.
I love the color
of the tiles.
It goes with the sink,
the bidet, the toilet...
It's hot around here.
It's hot,
it's far from the ocean,
but it's close to school
and it's cheap.
Why don't you live
with your parents?
Because I like
to take care of myself.
Besides, they live
in Braslia.
- I'd love to live by myself.
- Really?
But I don't have the guts.
You don't have the guts?
Look at where you are!
This place is great.
Your friend is
a Botafogo fan!
- Don't you ever fight?
- We never have.
- You will.
- No, we won't.
- Yes, you will.
- No, we won't.
- You will.
- No, we won't.
I can't believe it!
It's so cool out here.
Really?
Those tiles look
like a French movie.
I have never noticed that.
Your bosom buddy
should arrive soon.
I don't think so.
Flamengo is playing today.
- Hold the ladder.
- I'm holding it.
Kiss.
- Good-bye.
- Good-bye.
I'm supposed to have lunch
with my buddy here,
in the Architecture building.
Len.
Your "buddy," right?
Why don't we go to my place
and study for a while?
You could help me
with the medical report.
There's some beer
and plenty of food.
I've already eaten enough.
Liar.
You're always hungry!
DON'T THINK ABOUT WHA YOU WILL BE, JUST BE I
We're running out of white,
I'll go get some more.
God! These guys
are so stupid!
What's up, guys?
Give me some attitude!
- Aren't you a medical student?
- Yes, I am.
Here.
Sign this petition.
You'll be the first.
Are you part
of the student union?
I'm the president.
Really?
Cool! Maybe you
could help us here.
Thanks.
- Fuck! You idiot!
- What happened?
Look at this.
- Hey, Brother. Jerk!
- Jerk!
- How's the water?
- It's just wonderful.
Jump in here with me.
I'm not wearing
a bathing suit.
You can swim
on your underwear.
I'm not wearing anything.
- Then jump in naked.
- Naked? No way!
What's going on here?
This is my bosom buddy.
Is this your girlfriend?
The one you talked about
and wanted to introduce me to?
Me? Introduce you to my girlfriend?
You came here by yourself!
You are keeping her
from me.
You owe me an explanation.
I don't owe you anything.
You're not my therapist,
my mom, you're nothing!
I'm glad I have wax
in my ears.
What a beautiful mermaid!
- With all due respect.
- Do I know you, "Ulysses"?
I'm Paulo de Almeida Brando,
your humble servant.
Let's go!
- Thank you.
- We support the strike
and also
the privatization issue.
See you at 7 p. m. in the Architecture
building. Make sure you go!
Those fools are
wasting their time.
Why? Do you
support privatization?
What difference
does it make?
With or without my support,
they will privatize it anyway.
We'll see!
"Students united will never... "
This is so outdated!
Not everyone is
alienated like you.
Idealists, like you,
are all stupid.
All governments have the same
projects for their people:
health, education,
jobs, housing...
For me salvation is
in a pussy and cannabis only.
- Write this on my tomb.
- When you graduate,
if you ever graduate,
you'll be a terrible doctor!
Your hungry faces
made me feel sorry for you.
My princess!
When was the last time
you ate?
Who knows...
Dr. Paulo.
Dr. Len.
Delicious!
Can you buy me
a hot dog too?
With onions, tomato sauce,
mashed potatoes...
- Take it easy!
- We can share it.
What a moocher!
Do you think
my dad is a banker?
Ah, Patrcia.
My name is Letcia.
Patrcia, the little rich girl.
This retard has a sense of humor.
Put the sandwich down!
Put it down!
Can I have another one?
Go! Go! Go!
Congratulations, man.
Hold on!
What?
Wait!
Her blue eyes
were so beautiful, so...
deep.
What... what did she
want to tell me?
Maybe she wanted to tell you
that drugs are no good.
What's your name again?
Paulo.
Yes, you do look like
a Paulo to me.
This place here
reminds me of my childhood,
when I flew a kite
and played soccer.
Did you use to live here?
No. I lived in a place
similar to this one.
Now my father lives
in Braslia, it's different.
- And why are you so happy?
- Why?
Love is beautiful
So beautiful
Nothing else can be
that beautiful
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Do you go to school
every day?
- More or less.
- More or less.
- What about soccer?
- It's just fine!
You must go to school, man.
And why don't you
go to school every day?
Because I'm lazy!
Do you help
your parents at home?
Yes, I do.
Do you help your mom
or your dad?
- My mom.
- How do you help her?
I help her pick up bottles
and sell them.
Go, Diogo!
Go for it!
Kick the ball!
Go, Diogo!
Go!
This computer
is a piece of shit.
The questions are not
straightforward,
our project lacks purpose.
Give me an example.
We have no information
on the families.
But I told you that first
I wanted to find out
the children's
life expectancy.
This is not literature.
This is reality!
If we don't know
their family reality,
how can we get to know
the children?
Pay attention.
The child depends
on the family, right?
- Of course!
- So
the problem isn't
the child nor the family,
but the context
where they live in,
and what they get
from our country.
Without that, our project
will turn into a novel.
A novel?
Little Rita, you say nice things
but you only think of politics.
Little Len, you speak very smoothly
but you are extremely stubborn.
You never think of politics!
- What?
- This is about politics.
- I know it is.
- Everything is about...
Excuse me.
I don't think everything
is about politics.
There is no politics
in love, in feelings,
in Nature, in art...
Listen, Letcia,
if I were you,
I'd put this sentimentalism,
this love thing, aside,
even Nature, if you please.
But there is politics in art.
When you mix art with politics,
it is no longer art,
because it sells an idea,
it becomes commercial.
- Can I give my opinion?
- No, you can't.
- It's forbidden to forbid.
- I forbade you to touch my PC.
- Let's eat!
- All right. Let's go!
- Paulo finally had a good idea.
- A great idea!
- Pasta.
- It's the only thing you have here.
Are there any onions here?
Little Rita from Minas,
I know why you are
so irked about this research.
You must hate soccer.
Little Paulo from So Paulo.
You are wrong twice.
The research is going
really well,
and my soccer team
is Atltico Mineiro.
I bet yours is Corinthians.
You are completely wrong!
I was born to suffer.
My team here is Botafogo
and, in So Paulo,
I'm So Paulo.
Paulo!
Paulo!
Yes, Mariana.
What is it, sweetie?
Can you help me with Math?
I don't understand anything.
I can't today.
What about tomorrow?
All right.
- Hi, how are you?
- Fine.
- Hello, Paulo.
- I can help you.
- Hi, how are you?
- Fine.
Mariana, get down.
You're disturbing them.
No, she isn't.
- So I see you tomorrow.
- All right.
See you. Mom, if I don't a
good grade, please, don't complain.
This damn chemotherapy!
Stop! Right there!
It hurts so bad!
I hate this treatment!
It will go away.
I'm dying for a cigarette!
There are some in the drawer.
Get me one.
Are you crazy?
If you smoke, you'll feel worse.
- You have a fever.
- So what?
Will it give me lung cancer?
What difference does it
make at this point?
- You shouldn't.
- Get it for me!
It's in the drawer.
Hurry!
There are no more cigarettes.
And now this!
If it weren't for my children,
I'd rather be dead.
Listen to me.
I have some medicine here...
No medicine!
It's different.
You'll feel better.
But this is between you and I.
If anyone finds out,
they'll kick me out.
How chic!
Come.
If only I could go home...
What about your children?
The younger one, Little Cacau,
has a really bad temper!
He only does what he wants,
but he doesn't get in trouble.
He's a very responsible kid.
- How old is he?
- Thirteen.
I can't, I'm working.
What about the other one?
Cinzio is 22.
He's a really good person.
But he's always having
problems with the police
because he's a street vendor.
- What does he sell?
- Watches, radios, perfume...
He treats me like a girlfriend.
Don't be snooty!
But he's a nice-looking black guy;
I saw his photo.
When he brought me here,
he promised to stop fighting.
Did he?
Yes, he did.
But I'm worried about him,
because he hasn't
shown up lately.
You know how easily
kids out on the street
get in the trouble.
I'd like to hear
from my boys.
I think about them
all the time!
Tell me the truth.
Am I going to die
of this blood problem?
Yes or no?
Life was never easy for me,
but I always managed to get along.
I had a job, a home,
a samba school.
Let me tell you something.
Go ahead.
I was a flag bearer,
can you believe it?
Of course I can.
- Let me tell you something.
- Sure.
When I first saw you,
I said to myself,
"Damn! I missed
this hot black girl!"
Whenever I go out,
I bring Diogo with me
because he's already 15.
So he helps you with that.
Yes, he's the one
who helps me.
Besides that,
he goes to school...
Yes, he studies at night
because he can't go
to day school at his age.
So I have to make him do
something during the day.
Does he play soccer
during the day?
On the weekends.
On Saturdays and Sundays,
he plays soccer
the whole day long.
And besides this job,
do you do anything else?
I'm a cleaning lady
and a laundress
at three different places.
And do you follow closely
his schoolwork?
- Yes, I do. I have to.
- Why?
To make sure he really
goes to school.
I'm not saying it's useless,
but it doesn't solve
the problem.
This is only
a palliative project.
The government should create
a more consistent project.
All right, pretty baby!
So we go home, watch TV
with our feet up, drinking beer,
the government does its job
while we do nothing!
If I'm pretty or not
has nothing to do with it.
Don't change the subject!
If a drug dealer offers
one pair of sneakers,
one T-shirt,
a couple of bucks, whatever,
to any of those kids,
they run to him!
Not everyone wants
to be a thief,
not everyone can be a thief,
do you know why?
- Why?
- Not everyone wants to die young.
- Do you know why?
- Say it!
Because there are too many
beautiful things in the world.
Mr. Z!
I'm leaving the money here.
- Sometimes you annoy me!
- Why?
You can see here the 5 principles
or modern Architecture:
it was built on a piloti,
the facade separated
from the structure,
horizontal windows, free ground plan,
the terrace and the garden.
This is where Le Corbusier
got the idea
for his parasols, which are
very suitable for our weather...
It's so dirty! The streets are filthy,
beggars on the streets. It's sad!
Don't exaggerate.
It's still a wonderful city.
They've destroyed everything.
Everyone "loves" Rio,
but no one takes care of it.
Sometimes I feel like
going away from here,
to a quiet place.
Wouldn't you like to?
Yes, I would.
Who knows?
Do you want to get married?
What are you talking about?
No. We could be roommates,
like you and Paulo.
- Do you agree?
- Yes, I do.
The Penha church
is so beautiful!
- It's gorgeous!
- So, what is it going to be?
What do you want to watch?
Drama, comedy, action, porn?
- Have you ever been there?
- Yes, I have.
I went there
to do a work for school.
Let's watch
this Brazilian movie.
Where is it?
Let's go there instead
of going to the movies.
- I've never been there.
- Let's go?
- Let's go?
- Right now.
What about the movie?
Is this a democracy or what?
You're just getting
a free ride, so shut up.
This place is just beautiful!
Let's scare her.
Jesus!
- How did you get here?
- I'm smart!
More than the two of you,
you idiots!
I feel like I'm
in the middle of an ocean.
What do you mean?
An ocean of slums.
Look.
Land, ho!
What do you want to see?
The museums, the architecture;
Paris must be beautiful!
- The cafs, the Frenchmen...
- Is that all?
And also to practice French.
Ah! That's obvious!
The little rich girl
speaks French.
- Say something.
- Go to hell!
How do you say,
"French women are
really hot"?
"Les franais sont beaux
et bien elevs".
"Petit con"!
It sounds beautiful!
What a poetic language!
Don't you ever
flush the toilet?
- How do you say "I love you"?
- Go flush the toilet!
Say it and I'll do it.
"Je t'aime".
Hey! Don't you wash
your hands either?
Are you a sergeant
to give me orders?
How do you say in French,
"French people love
to beat up Afghanis,
Jews, Africans... "?
And how do you say, "Leave
my girlfriend alone, moron!"
All right!
Mengo!
Mengo!
Go, you bastard!
Fuck you!
Mengo!
Goal!
Fuck you!
Get this shit out of here!
Get your hands off me!
Wait!
What are you
doing out here?
Little Paulo,
I need to see my children.
Calm down.
You must get stronger first.
I must see my children,
then I can leave in peace.
Go upstairs, stay here in your
hospital room, and I'll go see them.
- Do you promise?
- I'll do it.
Promise me!
Do you promise me?
Yes, I do.
I promise you.
Come with me!
Help me here.
Everything is fine.
There's nothing wrong.
Being sick is awful!
Being a Botafogo fan is worse.
It only brings me sorrow.
Do you like Tim Maia?
I like it too.
Why?
Nothing.
I do.
I used to play the piano.
Cool.
I thought you never studied!
Did you?
Why?
I thought you didn't
have time for it.
You're always
dating someone.
- I've never dated anyone.
- Liar!
Not like you and Len.
It's just...
sex and that's it?
Oh, my God! Don't give me
that romance crap.
It's not romance crap!
Get your feet off here!
Get off!
Haven't you ever
been in love?
Ever fallen in love?
No.
Why? Am I abnormal?
I don't know.
Everyone falls in love.
What time is it?
Jesus! I'm late.
Can you give me a ride?
- Yes.
- I'll go change.
All right.
Where are we?
In the heart of the darkness!
They've abandoned
this place!
My aunt raised us
all together.
She made us
go to school every day.
Otherwise she would
give us a rap on the head.
We really miss her.
How is she doing?
You know how it is, Mrio.
Hers is a distressful disease,
and the treatment is harsh.
But she's very strong.
For God's sake!
I hope nothing happens to her.
Everything is going
wrong with us.
Cinzio has just died,
and the boy
is hiding over there.
My aunt must survive.
With her it's a matter of time.
We'll try to keep her
as long as we can.
I'm worried about her emotions.
Cinzio was like
a brother to me.
He was a good person.
We shared our secrets.
He was a great guy.
He was really angry.
The cops took his merchandise
and beat him up all the time.
- How so?
- How so?
No, thanks.
They took his merchandise
and beat him up every day,
those damn cops.
He rebelled against that
and tried to get us together.
Are you also
a street vendor?
Yes, I sell CDs.
Guess what
the store owners did?
They hired lieutenant Aldo
to kill Cinzio.
So he killed him.
Now they want
to kill Little Cacau.
He saw everything.
Give this to my aunt.
It was Cinzio's.
Let's go.
- Mrs. Neide.
- Hello!
- How are you?
- Fine, thanks.
I've brought a few friends
over to talk to the kid.
All right.
- How are you?
- Hello.
Letcia.
Little Cacau!
Little Cacau!
This is Paulo, your mom's friend.
He's cool.
She sent me here.
This is the best place we found
to hide him from the police.
Mrio told me what they
did to your brother.
I wish I could kill
those bastards.
- Fuck that!
- Don't talk like that!
Get this idea
out of your mind!
Come here.
Let's talk over there.
Down.
Down.
I still think
this is a dangerous place.
We have to take him
somewhere else.
Where to?
Don't you have any family
in another neighborhood
...or another city?
- No, we don't.
The kid cannot even
walk on the street!
The police is all over.
The owner of the house
is a very nice person,
but she is scared.
I don't know what to do.
Look at what
they've published.
"The drug dealer
Cinzio Souza
was killed in a confrontation
with police.
His underage brother,
who is also a drug dealer,
ran away after a long shooting
and is on the run. " Bastards!
I'm sorry to barge in,
but you need professional help,
a lawyer, NGO...
Listen! I'd rather die
than to be fucked in prison.
Shut up, Cacau!
You are underage, and I know
what will happen to you.
I want my mom.
We are going to help you.
Paulo will help you
see your mom.
- Right, Paulo?
- Of course!
Everything will be all right.
Write a letter to your mom.
It will make her happy.
St. George.
Yes, to close the body.
It's pure illusion.
Damn! She's going
to die of sadness!
You can't tell her anything.
I have to say something.
Make up a story. Lie!
Whatever!
I'm getting drunk.
What are you going to do?
I've told you
I don't know!
I don't know
what I should tell her.
Are you stupid?
I'm talking about the kid!
You have to help that kid!
- Help him?
- Of course!
What can I do?
Don't you understand?
That kid is going to die!
They're going to kill him!
- You have to do something!
- Me?
- Yeah, you!
- Me?
Why me?
What can I do?
I have no idea of what to do!
Do you?
No, I don't know
what to do.
Don't do that.
- Please, don't do that.
- Shit, man!
- They're gonna kill the kid!
- No, they won't.
Nothing will happen.
Please, Letcia, don't.
Listen to me.
- We are going to do something.
- They will kill him!
Listen to me!
No, they won't.
We are going
to help him, OK?
We'll do something about it.
Was it your hands
or your mouth
Can you drive, please?
Why?
I'm not feeling well,
I'm a little drunk.
Me too.
Do you want more?
Look at that palace!
"Love's House. "
Have you ever visited
a palace like that?
It's half-price for students.
Not like this one.
But I think we should
change the subject.
Yes, definitely.
- Do you believe in UFO's?
- Yes, I do.
I hope we are abducted
and taken to another planet.
- Let's go for a swim.
- No way!
- Stop being a wussy.
- No!
- You're no fun!
- No, Letcia.
You're so pale!
Come on!
I'm on my underwear.
- You're so pale!
- I hate the sun!
Paulo!
Stop it!
Paulo!
Fuck!
Fuck you, man!
Now I'll have a thing
called scan.
Don't worry,
it's no big deal.
What's wrong with you?
It's nothing, Rosinha.
Tell me.
I've got something
to tell you.
What is it?
Why are you so troubled?
It's because of a girl.
So you're in love!
Maria de Lourdes, please.
Is she married?
I wish.
It's worse than that.
She's the girl
of someone I know.
I understand.
Someone you know?
Friend or relative?
Take a rock salt bath,
light a candle and pray.
In those moments,
only God can help us.
Or maybe...
Why don't you just do it?
- Let's go!
- All right.
What will you specialize in?
I haven't made up
my mind yet.
Why did you decide
to become a doctor?
The mystery of death
has always fascinated me.
What is the sense of living
and turning into dust?
Are you serious?
Of course!
Don't you believe in God?
No.
I do.
I'm a Catholic.
You believe in anything:
in God, in anything I say,
even in soap operas.
Why are you
talking like that?
- I'm not OK.
- Stop smoking this crap!
- It's forbidden to forbid.
- Don't give me this nonsense!
This is harming you.
When you smoke,
you become a jerk.
Superficial, uninteresting...
A perfect idiot.
There's something else here
harming me.
Are you in love with him?
- I like him a lot.
- Are you in love with him?
- It's none of your business!
- Are you or not?
Damn! It is none
of your business!
I think this medicine is crap,
it's too weak
for this treating tuberculosis.
It's just too weak.
So you are Michael's father.
Do you go with him
to his games?
No, I don't.
Has he improved
his performance at school
since he started
playing soccer?
No, he's a good student.
He comes home from school
and does his homework
right away.
That's the first
thing he does.
Why are you so quiet today?
You were kind of rude.
You did not even listen
to what people were saying.
- You think so?
- What's wrong?
I don't know.
I'm kind of worried.
Worried about what?
Nothing.
Forget it.
What's wrong?
I don't know.
I think...
I think I'm very confused.
I'm too tired.
I want to give up
on everything.
I compete with
my own shadow.
Is it because
I like Sociology?
Or because I'm black
and have to prove I'm better?
I'm tired of this!
You're the best in class,
everyone knows that.
You're not
the best-looking one,
but you're very charming.
Any girl could notice that.
What about you?
Let's see what happens, OK?
Paulo.
Why did you call me here?
I...
was thinking...
about Rosalina;
have you spoken to her?
I changed the subject.
I began to talk nonsense.
Aren't we going
to do anything?
Don't insist!
What do you want to do?
I don't know what to do.
Do you?
Do you know what I think?
This whole thing is a mess.
I just want to give up.
At least you have your method
for forgetting things.
I don't.
Why the long faces?
We're philosophizing.
- Are you hitting on her?
- Don't be stupid, Len!
You're hurting me, man.
- I'll break your face.
- Go ahead and do it.
Be careful with her,
she's not what she seems to be.
- Hello, my little princess.
- Hi, Len.
Your friend said
you were here.
Well, I'm leaving.
Where are you going?
To accomplish
an impossible mission.
I'm going with you.
Why are you excluding me?
Wake up, wake up
you whining black girl
Stop being so lazy
Who are those two angels?
They are our friends.
This is Letcia
and this is
my bosom buddy Len.
No. He is
my bosom buddy.
We brought these for you.
- Chocolate!
- I have some chocolate here.
Pick one.
What if I pick
the wrong one?
You have one chance only.
Let's see...
You're great!
You're the best doctor
in town!
Are you all happy?
- Let's go for a walk.
- All right.
We'll be right back.
A letter from Little Cacau.
I feel so sorry for her!
No one can help her,
no one can help her son.
I'm a very lucky person.
I have everything.
Are you happy now, Rosinha?
Things will get better, you'll see.
Look.
Cinzio sent you this.
He filled it with kisses for you.
Paulo.
You have a good heart.
This was his amulet.
It's yours.
It will close your body.
He sent it to you.
Don't try to fool me.
It's yours.
Keep it.
Damn life!
All right, he will testify.
So it's him and the cop
before the judge.
Who do you think
they will believe?
The cop!
They don't believe us,
they don't even care
about what we say.
I don't believe it!
He didn't do anything.
Besides there are lots of
witnesses, everybody saw it.
Witness?
What are you talking about?
There is no such a thing
as a witness here.
If you live here and testify,
guess what happens to you?
You are an informer, a rat.
You're finished.
They'll burn you up.
Mrio.
Look at me.
Do you think I don't know
how things work here, man?
First, we are going
to get the kid out of here.
Trust me.
- I'm not going to jail!
- You won't go to jail.
You are underage.
The Law will protect you.
The only protection
I need is a gun
to kill the bastards
who killed my brother!
You are not a criminal!
Forget it!
I know, but they
want to turn me in.
They'll take me to jail!
What is your problem?
Calm down, Cacau!
Relax, Brother.
- Calm down!
- Hold on, Cacau.
Calm down, man!
Take it easy!
Listen to me!
I promised your mom
to take care of you.
You said that last time
and didn't do anything!
One step at a time.
We are here to help you.
- I want to see my mom!
- Don't worry.
You will see her.
Shouldn't we talk to Rosa
and let her see the boy?
No, first we have
to get him out of here.
Shit! That's why
I don't want kids.
I want at least
half a dozen.
We'll take him to our place, but
how do we get him out of here?
In Letcia's car.
No, let's leave her
out of this.
I'm going to call my mom
and take him to Braslia.
- He'll be safe there.
- We'll take him together.
She'll take better care of him
than she took of me.
- Damn!
- Let's go. Easy!
- Name.
- Paulo de Almeida Brando.
- Name.
- Len Alves Maranho.
Did you come here
for drugs?
- No, sir.
- No, sir.
We came here
to do research for school.
I want to see
your backpacks.
ID.
ID.
- Your name.
- Rogrio, and I live here.
- Your name.
- Nlio Costa.
I'm glad you didn't bring
your little can with you.
Do you think I'm stupid?
Stop it, kid!
Are you okay?
My hot black woman!
What is it?
I need to talk to you.
Say it.
Listen.
I have something important
to do and I'm late.
You don't have to say anything,
I understand.
Let's go!
Watch this for me!
- Hello, aunt Lu.
- How are you?
Fine, thanks.
- Paulo.
- Where is Len?
I don't know.
He said he would be here
and didn't show up.
- He had something important...
- What?
- I don't know!
- What?
- I don't know!
- Damn!
He went by himself.
LEN, I CAN'T...
So, what do you think?
You might like Braslia.
You could go back to school,
and become a senator,
or maybe even a president.
Don't forget me!
Can you imagine
this guy a president?
- A black president!
- Imagine that!
Awesome!
The taxi is here.
Let's go!
Slow down. Slow down.
Let me see your ID.
- What's going on in there?
- Nothing.
Fuck! It's the kid!
- Get out!
- What's going on?
Get out of the car!
I told you to get out!
- Come on!
- Move!
Really slowly!
- Go! Over there!
- Go!
Listen.
You've never been here.
Go!
- Get in.
- Go!
Ahead.
Move!
Up there!
Move!
Turn around.
Right there.
Away from each other.
ID.
Let me see your ID,
you little rascal.
- I don't have one.
- Give me everything.
Leave us alone. We won't
say a word. I swear to God!
We can explain.
I was doing research.
Research my ass!
You're screwed!
My father works in Braslia.
If you do anything, you're screwed!
- Shut up!
- You're screwed!
- I'm sorry.
- Do you see?
I have nothing against you.
My business was
with your brother.
Don't do that!
For God's sake!
Don't do that!
Stop it!
- You son of a bitch.
- Damn, Cacau.
Don't do it!
- Shit!
- Freeze!
Where the hell is he?
You can't hide!
I'll get you!
Over there!
What happened?
Do you want me
to call anyone?
Oh, my God!
Be careful!
Help me here!
Turn him around!
How did you find him?
Where was he?
Some guy called me
and told me to pick him up!
He doesn't know
what happened!
Jesus Christ!
This jerk went by himself!
By himself!
What am I going to do?
He has to go to the hospital!
He needs blood!
He needs to undergo surgery!
He said it was the police
who did this!
Haven't you learned
anything in Medical School?
He's burning with fever.
Place a cold water compress
on his forehead.
If he bleeds again, hold it
tight with a clean towel until it stops.
Don't touch him.
Give me your car keys.
I'll go to the hospital.
I need light here.
Closer.
I need light!
I'm sorry.
I think I can feel it here.
It's close to the surface.
His backpack is gone
with his wallet and documents.
I don't understand.
I'd like to ask you something.
- Please, go home.
- No! I'm not going!
It will be safer.
If we need you, we'll call you.
I'm not going!
I carried him here in my arms!
If he were conscious,
he would ask you the same.
But I'm not going!
I saw him shot!
I'm not going to leave
you two here by yourselves.
Hello.
Is it the bakery?
Can I speak to Mrio?
It's a friend of his.
Yes.
Didn't he leave a message?
All right.
No, it's OK.
I'll call him back later.
Thank you.
There is nothing here.
Water.
Water.
I'm going to bring you
an ice cold beer.
How could you go by yourself?
You should have waited for me.
- I could have done something.
- Like what?
There was nothing
anyone could do.
I remember those bastards'
faces as in a nightmare.
The looked at us,
as if we were nothing,
some garbage, whatever!
Cacau...
Cacau was strong.
He fought with one of them.
But I was a coward.
I just ran!
I remember the look
in Cacau's eyes.
There was no fear!
There was just hatred!
Those bastards
will come after me.
I know they will.
And I will kill them!
Take it easy!
When you get better,
we'll solve this.
Don't fool yourself.
Everything is rotten!
We pretend to be blind
because we don't want to see it.
What are you doing here?
Why did you let her
stay here?
We are going to
denounce everything.
We are going to screw
those bastards.
Don't be stupid, man!
Paulo, where is Len?
He's disappeared.
He had to go to Braslia
take care of some family
problems.
Braslia?
Len wasn't going to Braslia
at the end of the term.
Well, it's his life, not mine.
Listen, Paulo.
There's a guy looking for him,
he has all his papers.
He's a cop for sure.
He wants your address.
- Did you give him our address?
- No.
- What is going on?
- There's nothing going on.
- I know there is.
- Don't get involved, Rita.
- What?
- It's nothing serious.
- He is my friend!
- This is a hospital.
Keep your voice down.
Stay out of this.
- So tell me!
- Damn you!
Something really serious
has happened to Len,
but he's all right.
I can't tell you.
You will find out eventually.
- Let me help you.
- Do you want to help?
So don't say
a word to anyone.
Forget the whole thing.
All right?
I must go back to class.
I have an exam.
Forget it.
Call me, Paulo.
If you need anything,
call me.
- Get out of my way!
- What do you want?
Do you want me
to tie you down?
- Get out of my way!
- You're not going out!
- Get your hands off me!
- Don't do this.
- Get out of my way!
- Watch your arm.
- Get your hands...
- I'll hit you!
Get your hands off me.
I'm getting out of here!
Let go of me!
For God's sake!
You only think of yourself.
What will happen to Letcia?
- She won't be with me!
- What will they do to her?
And what will
it happen to me?
Do you think I'll
leave you alone?
Damn you, Paulo!
Damn it!
I should have grabbed
my things and left.
Let me see the wound...
if it's open.
Thank you very much.
God bless you!
Shit!
Shit!
Let's go!
Come!
Stop at the observation
point, please.
Let's wait a little longer.
- We'll stop later.
- Give me a break.
Let's stop
for a little while.
We'll stop for a while,
grab some energy
to go on with our journey.
Do you want some?
This product
has an advantage:
it erases your memory
in a slow and safe way.
I don't want
to erase anything.
If you die, you will
have nothing to erase,
nothing to forget
or to remember.
Poor thing.
- He's screwed.
- Don't feel sorry for him.
I know him, nothing
will let him down.
Does he get along
with his parents?
Who does?
I do.
You do...
He does...
We do...
You do...
They do.
But we don't.
Excuse me?
We are not getting along.
What do you mean?
Did you read the note
I left him?
- It's none of my business.
- It is your business.
Letcia, we are friends.
All right?
End of conversation.
We can be anything else,
but friends.
How can you do that?
He knows you like me.
I like half a dozen girls.
You like me.
- He knows what's going on.
- What's going on?
- Excuse me?
- There's nothing going on between us.
Let's change the subject.
"It's forbidden to forbid,"
remember?
That's true.
So...
You bastards!
I'm here!
Come and get me!
I'm going back.
- What did you say?
- I'm going back to Rio.
What do you want, man?
Cut the crap.
Do you want me to
tie you to the car?
- What are you talking about?
- I'm going back.
I have to take care
of things there.
You have nothing
to take care of in Rio.
Of course I do!
Go back!
You will have visitors!
There are lots
of people waiting for you.
I'm going back!
Fuck them!
- Fuck them?
- You're going to fuck with us.
- No, I'm not.
- Of course you are.
I knew he was going
to do that to us!
- He'll screw us!
- I'm going by myself.
Are you crazy?
- You're not going anywhere!
- Stop it!
I can't forget the dead!
I can't!
If it's easy for you,
it's really hard for me!
Damn!
Do you want
to end up like them?
Talk to him, Letcia.
I have nothing else to say.
- You know how I am!
- Do you want to die?
I don't want to run away!
I should have put you
on a plane!
- Stop fighting!
- I knew it!
You idiots!
- I'm going to...
- No! Stop it!
This place is so beautiful!
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