All language subtitles for Mitt.Hem.ar.Copacabana.1965.1080p.WEBRip.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX].EN

MY HOME IS COPACABANA

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Script

The script and dialogue are based
on recorded interviews

with children in the film
and their friends.

Rico!

It was only the ruins of a shack
or the remnants of a deck.

Yet out of it they made a home

in the earnest belief that it would last
for the rest of their lives.

Rico was the only one who was white.

He had run away from
the juvenile institution at Caxambu

where newcomers were kicked in the face

by the older boys at the first chance.

You had to be tough at Caxambu.

Rico had tried many ways to be tough,

but they'd all failed.

One day he escaped
through the bathroom window.

For a time, he did in the cellar
of a ruined house.

Then one day he met the other children
vagabonds like himself.

Their mothers were dead
and they had no father -

or rather, they had too many.

Hence their different colours.

Lici was almost white, Jorginho black,

Paulinho bronze colored.

He was the eldest and the leader.

Rico advised them to stay there.

Otherwise, they risked
being sent off to Caxambu.

And Caxambu was hell on earth.

You're such a pain.

Maria, what do you think?

I think he likes you.

Hey, what are you doing?

Stop it!

- Who said you could shoot the pigeons?
- They're ours!

It was my brother who built
the dovecote, wasn't it?

You don't live here anymore.
I live here now.

You're just a beggar.
No beggar tells me what to do.

Give me that pigeon!

Get him!

Stop that!

No one shoots pigeons here!
Ask first!

He's the one who killed my pigeon.

- Who said it was yours?
- We raised it!

Hey, that's my pigeon.
Give me my pigeon.

Shut up. If I give it to you,
you'll only start fighting again.

You idiot! You missed it.
Take this.

She was not often to be found like this,
sleeping in the grass.

Mostly she walked the streets
of Copacabana, begging.

But sometimes she came up here to
the heights to get some peace and quiet

and to gather her strength,
as she herself used to say.

She was a macumbeira.

When Paulinho's Lici's
and Jorginho's mother fell ill,

she came with herbs and incantations.

But all of this didn't stop
the poor woman from dying.

Often she was possessed by spirits

and would whirl round in a macumba dance.

She pretended to have power
to control other people's destinies,

to bring happiness or misfortune.

She had no say in her own destiny, however.

The children called her Pata Choca.

Hey, they're killing your pigeons.

If you kill another pigeon,
watch out Pata Choca doesn't get you!

How dare they!

Don't tangle with them.
Forget about it.

And when we lived there,
Lici wouldn't let us eat pigeons.

But now that we're starving,
everyone feasting on our pigeons.

- Can you eat vultures?
- Maybe.

- You can eat cats.
- I know a guy who ate a live cat.

- Live?
- Yeah.

- Did it meow?
- Of course it dod.

Lici, let go of the string.
You always spoil everything.

Paulinho! Come on, man.

- You think it will hold?
- Sure, it will.

I know a guy who tried to catch a vulture.

If he hadn't let go of the string,
he'd still be flying around up there.

If it doesn't rain soon,
we'll be out of water.

What are you doing?

Catching a vulture.

- You can't eat vultures.
- Why not?

If you're really hungry, you can.

- Rico knows a guy who ate a live cat.
- That's terrible.

Come here, Rico.

But just think of eating a live vulture.
That must be much worse.

The guy held the cat like this.
The cat wanted to jump.

- The fur got stuck between his teeth.
- Why didn't he skin it first?

How? Skin a live cat?

Do you think it's easy?
Imagine the guy doing that.

You are lying, Rico. Where'd you
ever see anybody eat a live cat?

- At Caxambu.
- I knew it!

Stop shouting and come give me a hand!

Paulinho, look! Why do you
have to spoil everything?

My God, how could you do that?

What the heck!
What are you thinking?

What did you do!

Jorginho!

- We have to finish the cart.
- You are not touching my kite.

Will we miss the market?

I can make more with my kite than you
with your cart and shoeshine box.

- Got a razor blade?
- I got nothing, okay?

- Why? You gonna fix kite duels?
- Yeah, but we don't have razor blades.

I know something much better
than razor blades.

- What?
- Ground glass.

You stick it to the string with glue.
You can't see a thing.

- Nothing?
- Nothing.

- Not at all?
- Not at all.

It was the first time Paulinho
took his cart to the market.

Lici had found a papaya,
which wasn't completely useless.

- What's this?
- That's ours.

- Can't see a thing.
- You're right!

Rico and Jorginho were determined
to earn money the easy way.

They glued ground glass
onto the kite string.

That was the surest way of cutting
the kite strings of the other boys,

who they'd be dueling against.

The plan was to win
as many kites as possible,

and start selling them themselves.

Watch out for the ground glass.
It itches like crazy.

- What if it falls off?
- Fly it. The glue will dry in the wind.

Combs.

Top quality combs.
Genuine tortoiseshell.

Check it out.

Looks like everyone bought kites.
Just look.

- Quiet. Take it easy.
- No one will see.

How much for a kite like that?

You won't buy one anyway.
Get lost.

Go pick out a really good one.

- How much?
- 600 cruzeiros.

You find one?

- He's charging 600.
- Okay, then we sell for 400.

Don't cut them down right away.
Wait a bit.

- How about a match?
- Let's do it!

- You keep out of this!
- Who do you think you are talking to?

We play by the rules here.

Leave him alone.

What are you doing?

Ground glass, see.
We'll cut down every kite.

Another one!

Another one!

Kites! Kites! Cheap and good!
Good kites!

- Give me a kite.
- This is a good one.

Hey, it's the kite battle
of the century over there.

Who wants to buy a kite?
Nice and good ones, at a good price!

Who wants one?

Like a comb?

- Where is Paulinho?
- He doesn't talk to pigeon thieves!

Hey, I'm the one who wants
to talk with Paulinho.

I don't think Paulinho
wants to talk to you.

Here you are, sir.
A comb for a real man.

Wait, sir.
Look at these prices.

Sales department, please.

Cheap kites, only 400!

- Give me a kite.
- Get one ready, quick.

Who wants one?
You want one, he wants one, you too.

Anybody want one? Only 400.
Who wants one?

Cheap kites! Who wants one?

How about you?
You want one, kid?

- Cool.
- Go on! Pull it strong.

Yeah, that's it.

Cheap kites! Only 400!

Another!

Who wants one?
Only 400 cruzeiros.

Come here, sir.
It's really cheap.

Hey, pay for that one you broke!

You want a cheap kite, kid?

Who wants a kite?
Good kites!

You want a cheap kite?

The black kid's cutting down all our kites.

Give him a beating.
The jerk deserves it.

Who wants a kite?
Good cheap kites!

- How much?
- Only 400.

Over this way!
Take off.

- Six hundred.
- He's only charging 400.

Yeah?
Take it for 400.

That's what they cost me.
I'm not making any money here!

Here, you take it.

It's raining kites.
Paulinho won't believe his eyes.

- It's 400.
- Only 400?

400...

- Do they have razor blades?
- No, not on these ones.

- They're on his.
- That's right?

We'll look into that.
Stay here. Let's see.

- Show me that kite.
- Show you what?

Show me that kite.
Hey, let's see that kite!

- Over here!
- Get her!

Get her!

- Come here!
- Get her!

They came and cut down
all of these. Get it?

Come here. Let's see.

They're in for it now.
They're going to examine the kite.

The kite's got razor blades!

Let's get a look at that kite.

Jorginho, look here!

- Leave us alone.
- You go get him!

I'll get you!

- There it is.
- Cut it out!

Hold on. Bring that kite down.

It's falling.

- Find anything?
- Nothing.

- Razor blades, here.
- No, there aren't.

- No, nothing.
- That's the end of that.

Rico...

Are you sure
they can't see anything at all?

I don't know.

Move that out of the way, man.

- Anything on the string?
- No, just here.

- No, there's nothing on the kite.
- Let me see.

- Show us.
- Nothing's there.

- It's there.
- Show us.

Get your hands off!

You got my kite there.
Can I have it back?

Give it to him.

There's gotta be a trick.

- It's just macumba.
- Shut your mouth.

It's macumba...
Black magic.

Jorginho, just look at them
scratching themselves.

Snotty brats!

Hey, I'm going now.

Not because I'm scared.
Because I'm tired, get it?

Thief!

You little black cheat. Thief!

Not one sold.
Kites everywhere.

How about a drag?

Hey everybody.
This kite's for you!

Here, here!

Rabble!

Tore up her skirt!

I bet she stole that skirt at the market.

- Just leave us alone.
- Freaky clowns!

- Go.
- We'll be back, idiots.

Paulinho, look how much
I made with my kite.

You made? What about me?
I worked too.

But I happen to be the cashier.

I'm the one who cut them down.
It makes me itch too.

- Are you itching?
- Yeah.

- Coming with us? We live well.
- I gotta sell these balloons.

That's what I like to see.
Not a kite left.

Cool.

That's why I don't buy a car.

- I won plenty of kites.
- Yeah, you sure did.

You won plenty of kites.

I'm high in the sky.

That's cool.

The favela, the slums:

A world of poverty and misery,

an upside-down world
where bandits are heroes

and police are villains.

Where wrong is right and right is wrong

and where the only weapon
of the poor and defenseless

is music, the samba

and a sense of humor.

It can't go on like this.

Every man we've got
gets taken away by the police.

There won't be any men left
on the whole hill.

Well said!

My hat!

Jorginho, Look!
Someone's at our house.

Hurry up, Paulinho.

What happened, Paulinho?

There must be someone up there.

Damn, and I just cleaned
everything up there.

The devil must die!
The devil must die!

The devil must die!

When I saw the devil in my well.

- I found a strange thing.
- The devil must die.

- That helped me.
- It has to die.

He is my defense It has to die.

The devil must die!

Come here.

There are bandits up there, dozens of them!

What's there, man?

Go on, man.

Rico, come here.

- Lici.
- Stop.

- Don't worry.
- Okay.

There's no use.

Excuse me, sir.
My brother's there.

He just has to see something.

Let's go. We'll cut.

It's my turn.
You did it last time.

- Go ahead.
- I'm losing a lot in this game.

- Two bucks.
- Go on.

What's that?
Shut your mouth.

What you got there?

Move.

Listen up.

We live here.

- What did you say?
- This here is our house.

Really? Nice place.

How long you guys gonna stay?

Until we've killed the last cop in Brazil.

They gonna stay here forever?

Miss, you got a cup to serve
some coffee for the guys?

No.

- You're cheating.
- Shut your mouth!

Damn noise.

I know he cheated.

A bunch of thieves.

If we stick around, we can cheat him too.

Cheat a bandit like him?

I wanna see this.

You cut it, man.
Do it yourself.

Don't blow it!

You cut it!

- I cut it.
- Cut it right.

- Where's my money?
- You took my money!

Hey!

- It's best you kids left.
- You took my money.

Did you hear what he said?

It's our house.

Nobody's leaving!
It's our house!

Guys, time to go!

Get all this trash out of here!

I don't want to see you here!
Get lost!

But this is ours!

You cut down the kite!

See?

Over there!

Geez, you guys left it here on the rock.

It slipped.

Yeah, right! It was you!
You pushed it.

- It was me?
- Yeah.

- It was me?
- Yeah.

- Was it really?
- Yeah.

It was just as Pata Choca had said:

The devil had taken possession of the hill.

Caju, in the northern part of
Rio de Janeiro, far from Copacabana.

They'd heard a story that a beggar

had found a ring with
a big blue stone among the trash.

When he was told that the stone
was a real aquamarine,

he died on the spot.

Paulinho was the only one

who was beginning to understand,
how serious things were.

Paulinho...

- Is it far to Caxambu?
- Yeah, plenty.

How long did it take to get there?

I went early, midday.

The train goes up, down,
up, down and it goes -

Look. From up there you see
the little tiny houses down below.

It goes up and up and up until it gets
to those clouds up in the sky.

That high?

- Higher than the vultures.
- Damn!

When I got there,
it was night. Sad.

I was crying so much I couldn't even pray.

They gave me a number.

I almost forgot my name.

A few weeks later,
they were back in Copacabana.

There, at least the scraps from the market

were better than what
they found in the trash.

Jorginho.

Are you throwing food away?

It was a rotten tomato.
You got a rotten one.

You don't look like you're starving.

If you could only hear my stomach.

I could even eat a live vulture.

You're lucky, you little ones.

You can go to a restaurant.

You just peek over the table like this
at whoever's sitting there eating.

And stare at them with big eyes.

So Jorginho began
"playing crocodile," as they say,

with his eyes just above the bar counter

like a crocodile's
above the surface of the water.

- You have a mother?
- No.

- You have a father?
- No, I don't.

You have a house?

You little liar.

Can't a guy eat in peace here?

Nice story.
Don't try that one on me.

Think up something better.

- I told the truth.
- Doesn't matter. No one believes it.

I went in, I looked at the guy.

"Can't a guy eat in peace here?
Think up a better story."

Jorginho, why are you always smiling?

If you're really hungry,
make a hungry face.

Do like Lici, she always
makes the right face.

Jorginho, never tell anybody
your life's story.

Nobody's gonna believe it.

The story of our lives
is always incredible.

Just make up a story!
Make something up!

One night my dad was asleep in the street.

The was a crate like this nearby.

He was drunk, just sleeping away.

Suddenly, a guy comes up
with some little tiny crackers.

Bang!

My dad leapt up like a wild lion.

He saw the grate and thought
he was in prison, so he went -

Stop it!

Broke the grate. He only
realized he wasn't in prison

when a cop showed up and sent him there.

Hey, my dad went a war,
all those bombs exploding everywhere.

He went crazy. He showed up
and strangled my grandma.

He killed my grandma.

He shot my grandad and killed him.
Shot him a bunch of times.

He beat my mom with a wooden chair.

He stabbed my sister twice.

If you only knew what it's been like.

I was rich once.
Lived in a little palace.

But one day, my dad was with my mom

and the car went into the river.
And both of 'em...

died.

The maid made me into her maid
and took all my mother's money.

I ran away.

You have to use three fingers
to open 'the mouth'.

- You know what 'the mouth' is?
- What?

'The mouth' is a lady's handbag.
Three fingers to open.

Then use two fingers to take 'the joker'.

- What's 'the joker'?
- It's the wallet.

Hey partner, everything good?

Look at those poor guys
working themselves to death.

And for what? Minimum wage.

It's pointless.

But once you've got it,
you can't just fool around.

You've got to hide it away and split.
Isn't that right?

That's right. 'Cause think.

If you can't do it with two fingers,
you're in for it.

- See? Two fingers, man.
- Like this.

While still at Caxambu, Rico had learned
the rules of this world of begging,

scavenging and petty theft.

Jorginho quickly got the hang of it.

But not Paulinho.

So there are children in this world
who have money to buy a watch...

a watch that can vanish
in a fraction of a second.

To steal, to be caught by the police,
humiliated in front of everyone -

No, not for him.

To be taken to the police station,
whipped and sent to Caxambu, no.

Others worked.

- You won't get me to shine shoes.
- But we've got to work.

Rico, can you speak American?

- A little.
- I can.

Learn this: 'Thank you very much'.

Thank you very much.

Come on, man. That's not
American, it's Turkish.

I saw a Turk talking just like that.

How do you say ti clean shoes in American?

Can I shine your shoes, lady?

- You think the others will let us?
- Maybe they'll steal our money.

Steal my money? Whoever does that
will get my box right in his face.

Paulinho, you can even have fun.

Shoeshine, mister?

- Shoeshine?
- No.

- Shoeshine?
- No, thanks.

Dirty shoes don't go with such a hot girl.

Gosh, you really don't care.

Okay, go ahead.

Hey, my brother is gonna have
a serious talk with you later.

You forget my dad's a sergeant?

I know, but only in the band.

The only thing he does in the barracks
is playing his little flute.

Hey, kid! Look what you're doing.
You're getting my shoe sock dirty.

Can't you see?

First the barber cuts me up,
then you get my sock dirty.

Don't touch it, you'll make it worse.

Don't you know how to shine a shoe?

Come on, do it right.
My goodness.

I can't believe this.
Just look here.

Do it right.
Go, like that.

- What are you doing there?
- We're taking a picture of the kid.

- Not only him, you'll get my leg too.
- What's the problem?

I don't want you to take
the picture. That's it.

- Why not?
- I don't want it.

It's for an international article.

Aren't you ashamed of doing an article
on some filthy kid shining shoes?

- I'm not ashamed at all.
- Aren't you?

- And you are Brazilian?
- Yeah.

It doesn't seem like it.
You're not Brazilian.

- I'm just as Brazilian as you are.
- I don't think so.

I'm a lawyer, and
I'm defending your rights.

- I'd call that a foolish nationalism.
- No, it isn't.

You're shameless. You can't do that.
Sending our misery abroad.

Taking pictures of beggars.

Taking pictures of bums
as if there's only bums here.

Why do you have to take
pictures of that trash?

Go to Corcovado, go to Santa Teresa
and take some pictures.

Then send those abroad
to show how beautiful it is here.

Don't come here and shoot
all this poverty here to send abroad.

There's poverty everywhere. But in Brazil
we have poverty and grandeur, too.

It's an outrage.

I can say for a fact.
I know it.

You come in here with your little camera.

Clicking here and clicking there.
Then, "Let's split."

Throwing dirt at Brazil.

This is my stuff!

Get out of here if you want
to live to see Carnival.

- I'll break your face.
- Hey, see that?

Look at them fighting over there.

Hey, why don't you the opportunity
to get a picture of that fight?

Let's get a picture of that.

Then write it up in your notebook:
'Slum kids begging in the streets of Rio.'

Fine, eh?

He wasn't begging.
He was shining you shoes.

No, he was getting my sock dirty.

- Look here!
- What?

Brazilians can count themselves lucky
he didn't take your portrait.

It would be horrendous
publicity for the country.

And if he'd gotten a shot of your mug
it would be a real beauty, right?

I'm not talking to you anyway.

I'm not talking to that guy
taking pictures of the riffraff.

Come on, cut it out.

There's enough fighting
going on over there.

But you're talking to me.
Get him out of here, he stinks so bad.

Go on, take a picture.

I'll break your camera, and your face too.

Cut what out?

I'm talking to them.
Mind your own business.

- Butt out.
- Is it your business?

Let's go, man.

Don't tell me what to do.
I didn't ask anything.

- Where's the box?
- They stole it!

I'll break your neck!

Where's my camera?

Who took the camera from here?

Oh, so they ran off with you camera?

All the better! That way you can't
take those lousy pictures.

You'll have to go to the station.

No more pictures.
It wasn't a good camera.

Hold on a minute.
That's my drink.

Don't be afraid.
The dogs are locked up.

This is the only dog
that's loose. What's up?

- Got anything for me?
- No, nothing.

Lay low there, man.

Stop fooling around, you too.

- What you want my sack for?
- Magic tricks.

At your service.
It's yours, boss.

- Thanks a lot.
- He got the camera!

Nice magic trick, right?

- I'll buy it.
- You hear that?

Money, money.

- You dirty louse!
- What?

You louse!

See Feijoada?
You hear what he said?

- What's wrong?
- Let's forget it.

- Let's take a picture.
- We're your friends.

- Watch the birdie.
- Come on, let's go.

- Watch the birdie. Whoa!
- Aren't you a sweet girl?

Who told you to put the camera in the bag?

Now everyone's gonna believe
in that guy who cursed at Paulinho.

Oh, is that it?

No problem. Don't worry.

- Here, take it back.
- You think I won't?

- You're not that crazy.
- Look here, Feijoada.

If you think I'm afraid of you,
I'm not afraid at all.

- Out of my face.
- He's not afraid of you.

If you think I stole your box,
it wasn't me.

If it isn't one thing, it's another.
Why'd you steal the camera?

This guy should have been a preacher.

We gotta give it back.
Why don't you take it?

- Let me do it.
- Turn it into the guy, but look,

don't forget they're gonna interrogate you.

As soon as you come on,
the officer will ask you your name,

which you don't have.

"Your father's name?"

"So you don't have a father?"

His dad's the Prince of England.

You're in a tight corner there.

And your address?

Right there on Avenida Atlantica
in the Copacabana Palace Hotel.

What will you say
when they ask for your address?

That you don't have one.

Go say you don't have an address.
They'll fix you right up.

Caxambu.

How about the cigarette?

Feijoada.

Paulinho doesn't mind going to Caxambu.

- What?
- He doesn't mind going to Caxambu.

He's always asking Rico what it was like.

If it was good, if it was bad.

- Right?
- Yeah.

- You think he's gonna split?
- Who knows? It's possible.

Come on...

Come here.
Feeling better?

Feeling better?

I'll give you 10000 cruzeiros.

What the hell?
10000 cruzeiros for what?

He lent you the bag for five minutes.
Why give him 10000 cruzeiros?

- You're nuts. Five minutes.
- Shut up, man.

10000, Paulinho.

How many shoes would you
have to shine to make that much?

Geez, Paulinho. Come on.
Lici needs a pair of shoes.

Just look at my shirt.

It's starting to get colder.
We need things to keep us warm.

That's right, man.

You ever hear the one about
the beggar who froze to death?

That's enough.

I'll take the money.

I knew it, Paulinho.

I knew you were afraid
to report it to the police.

Who said that?

So it's like that.

- Paulinho, I'll give you 5000.
- No, 10000.

You used the bag
to get that camera in here.

Gotta give me 10000.

Try to learn.

Aren't you gonna pay?

You think I won't?
Look here, I'm not a kid.

When I say something, I come through.

What do you take me for?

You think I'm a kid?
Well, I'm not.

Get it? I'm a man.

Yeah, my father is Umbanda

My mother is lemanja

Hey, cut that out!
What the heck you making noise for?

Gotta make this for tomorrow.

- I can't sleep like this.
- Then come and give me a hand.

What if while we're sleeping
this boat goes away, out to the sea?

That's right.

Imagine we're asleep and some guy comes up

and pushes the boat into the water.

Sharks are waiting for us.

Jorginho, look.

They're doing macumba.

That's not macumba. They are
just asking lemanja for help.

She might help us out while she's at it.

Have you ever given lemanja
a present to ask for help?

You ever throw flowers in the sea for her?

Yeah, right.

You're gonna do a little macumba yourself.

- I'll try my luck with lemanja.
- Do you think we need her help?

Of course we do.
I'll give her a call.

I'll ask her to remind Feijoada
about Paulinho's money.

Hello! Is this lemanja,
Queen of the Sea?

This is Jorginho.

Yes, himself.

- Jorginho!
- What? You want to talk to her?

- You're going there?
- Sure. I've got a strong spirit.

Jorginho, don't be afraid.

It's white magic, not black one.
Come.

By the sea, oh By the sea

I'm not afraid. I'm not
that type to get easily scared.

Let's go.
Are you afraid?

Come here.

I'm not afraid.
Nothing to be afraid of.

I saw a woman possessed once,
all her hair fell out and everything.

Pata Choca is always possessed.

Imagine if you swallowed a hot coal
thinking you were possessed,

and you're not possessed at all.

- Man, look at this.
- Rico, put it back.

- Where is Lici?
- He's scared!

Scared?

You don't have to be scared.

This is for combing
her beautiful long hair.

- Is lemanja beautiful?
- You got that right.

Come on, cut it out.
Put it back.

Yeah, Rico. Put it back.

How in the world can she use
perfume underwater?

- Okay, Lici.
- Rico, don't mess with her things.

You've got no respect.

Rico's possessed.

Rico, don't.

Wake up, Rico!

Good Lord!

Paulinho!

Don't even start, Rico.

Bravo!

Bravo!

Rico, I've got something to tell you.

You shouldn't kid around about lemanja.

If it wasn't for lemanja, there wouldn't
be a single fisherman left here.

Sharks would have eaten every single one.

You're laughing?

There's a fish that's got
an enormous saw on its head.

Nobody can catch it.

If it's in a net, it goes like this.

It cuts right through it. It can
saw a boat like this in half.

Then half the fishermen are here
and the other half are over there going,

"Give me your hand, buddy!
Come on, give me your hand!"

The only one who can
control that fish is lemanja.

- Lici's macumba will work, you'll see.
- At least it can't hurt.

Lemanja lives in the sea
and God lives in heaven.

God doesn't exist.

You know what?
I don't want to be near you.

God might say, "Let's punish
that boy and his friend too."

Jorginho, listen.
Why doesn't he help us?

- God is white.
- Not always.

He's as white as milk.
He's always busy helping the whites.

He's got no time to help us.

Hold on... I'm white.

Yeah, but the devil's black.

My father is Umbanda

My mother is lemanja

Umbanda, round and round

Umbanda goes round and round

Pretty nice, eh?

Paulinho, you made that?

Nice job.

Man, I'm hungry.

Aren't you?

- No, I've got a toothache.
- Is it bad?

No, not really.
I kind of like a toothache.

At least I can forget about the hunger.

Hey, the fishermen are coming.

Jorginho!

The fishermen are here.
Let's go.

Want one?

Jorginho.

- Stay here. Don't go there.
- Man, I wanted some fish.

Take it easy. You'll get some.

I'm so hungry. I could eat
a whale all by myself.

Hey, kid!

Lici's macumba did the trick.

Lici's macumba did the trick.

We're going to eat.

This is great.

Hey.

The comb is gone!
Rico, lemanja took Lici's comb.

Hey, where's the comb?

It disappeared.

That's some good fish!

There's enough for soup, too.

I don't want soup.
I want this toothache to stop.

Why don't you take a mouthful
of hot soup and do this?

You'll forget about the pain.
You'll see.

- You ever get a tooth pulled?
- Yeah.

- Did it hurt?
- Of course it did.

Yeah, the dentist grabs it like this
then pulls and pulls

and lifts you high up.

I never had a single tooth pulled.

- Paulinho.
- That's nonsense.

It's because my -
Hey, don't do that to my shell.

Listen, it's singing.
Man, that's pretty.

Know why it sings?

Easy now.

There it is! Look at this.

It won't hurt anymore.
Here's your toothache right here.

Paulinho, Feijoada has come to pay you.

Come on, Paulinho!

Paulinho, come on!

Go, man!

So that's worth 10000?

It's worth much more.

This is goat skin, made in Mexico.
Imported.

Paulinho, you think
we were fooling with you?

Let me explain to you.

I didn't ask for a jacket.
I asked for money.

Paulinho, we didn't make much either.
You think that camera was worth much?

You too wanna fool me?

You know what Feijoada gave me?
Two packs of cigarettes.

You're really a fool. Two packs
are worth a lot more than that jacket.

Not American.

Paulinho... We thought,
since you're our good buddy,

you should get this jacket,
and all you do is complain.

Paulinho, I'm disappointed.
Such a cool jacket.

- What good is a jacket in this heat?
- Let me see.

Man, this is cool.

This is silk.

This is silk, Feijoada.

And all you gave me
is two packs of cigarettes.

Paulinho, I want to wear this to Carnival.

Oh, no. He's the one
who will wear the jacket.

It's him.

What are you doing?
Paulinho, I'll take in the sleeves.

It'll look nice.

It's gonna look nice.
I'll take it in here.

It was like waking up after a long sleep.

The hill,

the kite duel,

the bandits,

Pata Choca's good advice,
macumba on the beach -

Was it all only a dream?

Paulinho, I don't think
the jacket's any good.

Or maybe this was a dream...

I bet it's stolen anyway.

Did you pull his tooth out right?

- You didn't leave a piece?
- It's not swollen or anything.

We have to take him to a doctor.

Who's gonna pay for that?

What do you feel? Does it hurt?

Go! Get Pata Choca. She'll come here
and be able to cure Rico.

Rico, you can't be on your feet.

Rico.

Rico, take it easy. Lie down.

I'm not gonna lie here and die.

Where are you going?

To Caxambu.

I'm going back there.

Rico, you said it was awful there.
You ran away from there.

Rico, you told me.
Didn't you run away?

Rico, come on.

You really want to go?

Rico.

If I stay here, I'll die.

It's better you don't go.
Don't let them send you there too.

Rico, man!

Rico's a real idiot.

He tells me how bad it is there,
and then he goes back. Damn hell!

And right when Carnival is coming.

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