All language subtitles for Elis.2016.

I don't want to tell you My love.

Of what I learned
Through vinyl records.

I want to tell you
How I lived my life.

And all that happened to me.

Living is better than dreaming.

I know that love is a good thing.

But I also know that any chant
Is smaller than anybody's life.

So, watch out, my dear.

For danger lurks
Around the corner.

They won.

And now, the lights are red
For us, the young.

It was to embrace your brother
And kiss your girl outside.

That your arm, your lips,
And your voice were made.

You ask me about my passion

I say I'm delighted
with a new invention

I'm staying in this city,
I'm not going back to the countryside.

Since I can feel the wind carrying
The scent of the new season

I feel it all in the living wound
In my heart.

Long ago
I saw you on the streets.

Your hair blowing in the wind
The young all gathered.

On the wall of memories.

This recollection is the picture
That hurts me the most.

The military and army soldiers
took over the National Congress.

Headquarters have sent their troops
to the streets

to avoid any resistance
to the military coup.

- Romeu Costa.
- We have information

that president Goulart
is now fleeing to Uruguay.

There's a two-night down payment.

- This is only one night.
- I'll give you the rest tomorrow.

It has to be now.

- Does the room have a washroom?
- Yes.

With cold water.

Dad, weren't we going to use my payment
from last week to come to Rio?

I had to use it for something else.
I needed the money.

Your mother needed it.

For the house.

- Hello, how are you doing?
- Hi.

- How are you?
- How's it going?

- Hello.
- Hi.

Excuse me.

I thought you had given up.

How could I give up on
the most important thing in my life?

We agreed on recording in February
and you show up in April...

It's not that simple to put
all her obligations aside.

Now things are complicated.
It's not a good time for new things.

But you insisted
on me recording in Rio.

But you're two months late.

The world is upside-down.
Didn't you hear it on the radio?

Let's wait until this mess is settled
and see how things end up.

I think... In August.
I can get the studio in August.

You know, Pittigliani...

We have

cancelled many shows in Bag�,
Erechim, Passo Fundo...

Could you at least

give us an advance so we could
make ends meet until August?

That's impossible. We sell our lunch
to pay for dinner here.

Mr. Romeu, don't worry, really.
Your daughter is a phenomenal singer.

You are phenomenal.

I'll see you in August,
God willing.

- You got up early.
- I went to buy the newspaper.

Listen up.

Singers wanted for recording the album
of the play "Poor Little Rich Girl".

Auditions with Vinicius de Moraes
and Tom Jobim.

Can you believe that?

- Our bus is tomorrow.
- The audition is today, Mr. Romeu.

Well...

Maybe we can make a few bucks.

Drink up that coffee and get dressed.
We can't waste any time.

What a restless girl.

POOR LITTLE RICH GIRL

Good afternoon, girls,
how's it going?

For this album, we're looking
for something more intimate.

Like Nara Leao, who was in the play
originally, you know?

Why isn't Nara recording it?

She has another play and no time.

She's the craze at the moment.

Call the southern girl.

Elis! Honey! Excuse me.

Elis!

Elis! Elis!

Damn girl!

Sweetheart!

Hey...

- What happened?
- It was awful!

I heard them saying
I sound like a steakhouse singer!

What's wrong with being
a steakhouse singer?

It's an honest way
to make a living.

Thanks, dad.

We can buy a whole cow with the money
they charge for a steak here.

This place...

It's not for us, sweetheart.

I want to see Nara's gig
before we leave.

We're out of money, Elis Regina.

If I don't go to her gig,
I won't get on the bus.

Let's walk round.

As the ground is already dry
Lei's walk round.

Hey, let's walk 'round
The rain is yet to come.

Let's walk round.

The farther I go.

The more I can't stop thinking.

That it's best to leave
With memories.

Than seeing things Fall apart.

Lei's walk round
As the ground is already dry.

Let's walk round.

Yeah, let's walk round
The rain is yet to come.

Let's walk round.

That's the craze at the moment.

Let's walk round.

The rain is yet to come
Let's walk 'round.

You must be a good singer.

- You've got to watch me.
- I will.

- What's your name?
- Gabriela.

Gabriela.
You have such a familiar face.

My biggest star.
That was beautiful. Congratulations!

- Incredible.
- Did you like it?

I loved it.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- Guys, should we celebrate at Bottles?
- Let's go.

Right now? Let's go.

- I was touched, you know.
- Were you?

She's an okay singer.

Elis! Hey! What's the hurry?

Calm down! Hey!

Look at this amazing couple.
You're smoking that here?

Let me clear up my mind.

Do it inside, man.
That's dangerous.

Look, if it's not my sidekick,
Mr. Barba.

It's dangerous here
and you're flirting. Excuse me.

Who's that guy
who just went inside?

Many people go inside, baby.

Can you tell me
what happens in there?

Yes, I can.

Me sing, me dance.
They applaud and have fun.

- 15 minutes.
- Come, baby, come.

What's that smell, Lennie? Fuck.

Let's go in.

Let's go.

Ladies and gentlemen, I present you
the incomparable Lennie Dale.

Bravo!

Go, Lennie.

It's on fire!

Fuck!

- I told you to buy a glass filter.
- Where would I get the money?

Move that thing.

Don't touch the lamp.

The duck Came singing all cheery.

You let it touch the lamp.

Don't order me around,
do it yourself.

Are you making a scene?
It's Lennie's time.

The goose liked the duo
And also went "quack quack".

Saw the swan and told him
"Come, come".

That the quartet will be good.

- Go take care of your business.
- Leave to me.

They went to the bank of the lake
To rehearse.

"Tico-Tico no Fuba".

- The duck's voice...
- Hi.

- Excuse me. Is this bar yours?
- Not exactly.

But Boscoli and I
make things happen around here.

Boscoli is the hunk.

The one who looks like a gipsy thief?
Yeah, that's him.

I see you put out
some fires here.

Isn't it, baby?

I loved the foreign guy.
He's fantastic!

An amazing dancer!

I brought him from Broadway.

Seriously?

We only have
the "creme de la creme" here.

You got that, right?

Then you're lucky. I'm a singer

and I'm looking for a place
to sing.

My name's Elis Regina.

Miele.

Singer and confident. I like it.

But only the best ones
perform here.

I am the best.

You have to hear me.

Why don't you audition for us?

We have gigs tomorrow afternoon.

5 pm?

5 pm, sharp.

Bravo!

Lennie Dale!

Just one more day, dad.

I said no.

We can go back later.

Please.

I said no.

- It's 7pm! We said 5!
- Who's the crazy girl?

I forgot about it.
I scheduled an audition for her.

- You're such a nun.
- That's so disrespectful!

I've been waiting for two hours.
I'm a professional!

- Is her show outside or inside?
- Fuck off!

I'm sorry, honey!

- You're right.
- That's not ok! That's bad manners.

It's "bad" everything.
Aren't you the confident singer?

- What's your name?
- Elis Regina.

Elis Regina.
It's a singer's name.

I'm sorry.
Can we try it one more time, please?

I think she's pooping
in her diaper.

The boy goes to the market
To sell oranges until he's beat.

A single mother's child
Who has to provide for her ignorance.

It's early morning
He feels so cold.

If he brings fruit back home.

The mother sends another son to sell
And the boy will get spanked.

Buy these oranges, boy
Who goes to the market.

This girl is amazing, baby!

She's good.

But a stick has more Bossa in it
than her.

Hey, grandpa,
your Bossa Nova is over.

- Look at that!
- I like her.

Then do something so she can
move with some grace, Lennie.

That won't work. Up the hill.

We get up early
And it's nothing but work.

Little food, lots of clothes
People send us to be washed.

You sing really well, Elis.

Thank you.

Thank God.

Miele told me to come see you

because he thinks
I'm a bit uptight.

He said you could help me out.

- Smoke this.
- That's marijuana, right?

It's illegal in Brazil.
You can go to jail for that.

What's so funny?

I see it will be hard

to loosen you up.

That's it! That's it!

Look at your arm!

Elis! Get two songs ready.

You're opening for Lennie
tomorrow.

- Wow! Check it out!
- I should open for her!

Not yet.

- How much do I get?
- Nothing.

- If it works out, we'll see.
- I won't come for nothing.

Ronaldo, I need some help.
Come with me, right now.

If you get a standing ovation,
I'll pay you.

But if they don't get their asses up,
I'll pay you nothing.

- You're so nasty!
- You'll see what's nasty.

How does he do that?

Isn't he with Nara?

Ronaldo?

He's with Nara...

Ma yea...

Me.

He dates the entire city
of Rio de Janeiro.

Buy some oranges, doc
And I'll give you one for free.

Up the hill, we get up early
And it's nothing but work.

Little food, lots of clothes
People send us to be washed.

The boy wakes up early
In the morning, trying to get.

The little he needs to live
Until he grows up and his life improves.

Buy some oranges, doc.

She's so cute, Miele!

That southern girl's going to be
our main attraction!

Yeah, Copacabana is in love
with that girl.

One for free.

Buy some oranges, doc.

And I'll give you one for free.

Doc.

Buy some oranges, doc.

Doc!

- Nice to meet you.
- Thank you. You too.

- Bye.
- I'll call you.

Who was that mobster?

A fan asking for my autograph.

And you put the autograph in your bra
instead of giving it to the fan?

- Let me see that autograph.
- Hey, stay sharp. I deserve respect.

Elis!

Sweetheart!

Sweetheart! Where are you going?

Elis, my darling.

Before I became an artist manager,
I worked with boxers.

They're very violent people.
Very violent!

I don't know much about music,

but when you start singing,
the audience gets knocked out.

That's fantastic!

I have many gigs for you
in Sao Paulo.

- You're going to be a hit!
- I have gigs here already? When?

Your schedule for Sao Paulo next week
is full, darling.

Next week you have a gig in Rio.

But with me you get paid
in advance.

That little bitch...

The place is full.
There are people even in the bathroom.

Who's going to tell them
she's not here?

- Let's flip a coin.
- Fuck that coin.

You were the one
who gave her wings.

The girl's sick. Shit, Velho.

I'm surprised a crook like you
believed that.

She's not sick.
She has gigs in Sao Paulo.

That tiny southern girl
is tricking us both.

Fuck.

And they say people from Rio
are crooks.

I'm not leaving it at that.

- Madureira!
- What are you doing?

- Take this upstairs!
- What's going on?

- You're taking my sign inside?
- Oh, the sunshine's out!

She didn't show up last week,
now she's one hour late

- I was sick.
- Don't pull that shit on me, girl.

I know you have gigs
in Sao Paulo.

Yeah, I do. So what?

Fuck it.
That's why you're making a scene?

If you want to fire me,
just say it.

- The place is full.
- Bye-bye, lady.

- Lennie, talk to her!
- Take her away from here.

- I'm going.
- Elis!

This Bossa Nova of yours,
of not projecting your voice,

it's not for me,
because I'm a real singer.

Do you know what that's like?

Sitting on a stool, trying to show off
with a shitty voice,

that's not for me.
I really put my voice out there,

because I actually have a voice.

- It's the best thing about me.
- The only thing you have is a voice.

You don't have your word.
That's why you won't go far,

you petty girl!

Have some respect!
Watch your mouth!

And that's from Ronaldo Boscoli,
the man who lies to every woman in Rio.

I can see some jealousy there.

You're so low.
I don't need this.

- Baby, no...
- Lennie...

Thank you for everything you did for me,
I'll never forget it.

- Stay, baby. Don't go.
- I want to get away from here.

- Thank you.
- Yeah, go away.

This isn't a whorehouse.

You think you're
Barbra Streisand?

Yeah!

That bitch is a better singer
than Barbra Streisand.

- Who's singing now?
- You!

- What?
- Put on a dress and sing!

- I won't put on a dress...
- The show's over!

There's a raft on the sea.

We'll have trawling today.

Everybody fishing.

Enough of resting and Jodo Jovi.

Look at the trawler going into
The endless sea.

Hey, brother Bring me Iemanja.

Look at the trawler going into
The endless sea.

Hey, brother Bring me Iemanja.

According to the jury's decision,

the winning song

of the first
Brazilian Music Festival is...

"Arrastao", composed by Edu Lobo
and Vinicius de Moraes

and performed by Elis Regina.

Pull it slowly.

The trawler is coming.

It's the queen of the sea.

Come to the net, Jodo.

For me.

It says here that Sao Paulo
is the new Mecca of Brazilian music.

It's samba's tomb,
that's what it is.

Listen to what he wrote.

"The essence of Bossa Nova
was always intimist."

Elis arrived at a time

when the public was asking
for a singer with an open heart,

one of those heroic voices
that don't spare themselves

"and that speak to the crowd."

Listen up: "Elis is giving rise
to a certain MPB

Brazilian Popular Music."

Yeah, Velho.
We have to move to Sao Paulo.

MPB. It sounds like a fucking
political party. It sucks.

Look at her arms.
What the hell is that?

Is she going to fly,
"Helix" Regina?

Smoking, Elis?

Come here.

I did the math for the gigs
you still have.

I also put in the expenses
of both houses:

This one and the one
in Porto Alegre.

Sit down, I want to show you.

I was listening to some music.

Sweetheart, life isn't made of
just listening to music on the window.

You have to pay attention
to the difference

between what the family earns
and spends.

I don't want to do
that now, okay?

Elis, it's important to be realistic.

- Dad, is that all you think about?
- I'm the head of the family.

Isn't that the one who
supports the family?

I'm sorry, dad.

I have to follow my own path.

You know, honey

I'm worried

about you all alone here.

You have nothing to worry about,
Mr. Romeu.

You won't lack anything, dad.

I brought you something.

What is this?

Please.

I'm going to have a show on TV.
I'm going to have a contract.

Me and Jair Rodrigues, you know?

Really?

Are they going to pay you well?

I'll be the host of a TV show.
They'll pay me really well, dad.

Take care of yourself, honey.

Okay?

And really do what you love
the most in life.

I will.

Go, sweetie.

- God bless you.
- You too.

Dad, give this to mom.

Give it to mom, please.

You'll get one of these
every month.

You'll see me on television.

- If someone asks for me.
- What do I say, Jair?

- Say I went off somewhere.
- To do what?

- Taking a guitar under my arm.
- But why, honey? What for?

I stop at any corner
I get into any bar.

- Any reason I can get.
- Hey, Velho!

Velho! Come see "Helix" Regina!

She's a success!

- What a voice!
- Check it out.

But only after I stop missing it.

Lighting up the candles
Is practically my job.

When there's no samba.

Lennie, I told you to teach her Bossa.
You trained her for the Olympics.

She's wonderful.

And I'm not the one
who's saying it.

It's Brazil.

I bet my Sinatra record collection
that won't last till the summer.

Velho, I wouldn't bet on that
if I were you.

You're going to end up losing
your collection.

Yeah, right.

I am the king of the area

I am samba.

Was born and raised
In Rio de Janeiro

I am the one who brings joy
To millions.

- To millions.
- Of Brazilian hearts.

There's no room for the ghetto
Though it's already done plenty.

This woman is unique.

When you let the ghetto
Do its thing.

She's an amazing singer.

When there's room for the ghetto
The whole city is gonna sing.

It's gonna sing It's gonna sing.

It's gonna sing It's gonna sing.

I look good in this picture!

The company helped you.

Four pages just with us.

I liked this one. Look.

Yes, sweetheart, yes.

But you're looking at a magazine
from last week.

Look at this one.
It was out today.

What's in it?

We're losing space,
that's the truth.

You're drunk on fame
and you can't see it.

No, no, no!

Look how wonderful this is.

Yes, darling, yes.

But after two years of success,
the ratings are dropping

and the channel's worried.

That's what ratings are like.
They'll go up again soon.

That's not how the channel
sees it.

As your ratings drop every Monday,
Jovem Guarda's jumps every Sunday.

Jovem Guarda?

That's not Brazilian music,
Lazaro.

Those electric guitars
instead of the regular ones.

Their songs are all poor
and played with three chords.

- That can't get to us.
- That's what TV's like, Elisita.

New things knock down
the previous ones.

Your show lost the throne
to Jovem Guarda.

That's life.

- Either we get renewed or we're done.
- Done?

Yes.

They want to cancel the show?

Yes, they'll cancel it

if we don't do something.

The directors want to bring
two guys from Rio de Janeiro

to revamp the show.

What guys from Rio?

Miele and Boscoli.

What? Who had that genius idea?

Boscoli? Over my dead body.
It's him or me.

Elis, Elis.

We're not winning, honey.
We're at the corner, you know?

Yeah, sister,
let's save that, okay?

Okay. Sure.

I can talk to Miele.

But I won't address
Ronaldo Boscoli.

All right?

Just a minute there.
Think with me.

We need something new
for the opening,

because those guys bring something new
every Sunday.

That Jovem Guarda just copies
The Beatles.

The Beatles. The Beatles suck.
They have nothing to do with it.

- You really think so?
- I'm sure of it.

This show needs something
that speaks to our roots, you know?

That communicates,
that people understand.

I wrote something that I think would
sound good in the opening. Check this.

Let me see.

- Let me check that out.
- Come here, Jair.

It's good.

- It's pretty.
- Do you approve?

I like it. It's hot.

Let me see it.

- Here, honey.
- Thank you.

Tell him it's okay.

She said it's okay.

Tell her something...

If she wishes me good night,

I'll marry her.

Will you?
I'm going to write that down.

Tell her.

What do you want?

I want to talk to you.

And explain something.

I want no explanations. Mind your
own business and I'll do the same.

That's the best for us.

Good old "Little Pepper".

Elis, I'm unarmed.
I come in peace.

That's water under the bridge.
No one was right.

Is that alright?

Yeah, it's great.

Now if you excuse me,
I was leaving already.

It looks like you're
afraid of me.

I'm not afraid of anyone.

- Good.
- Spit it out.

During this time we were away,
I got to see you better.

You're the greatest singer
in Brazil.

The greatest,

and the smallest
at the same time.

Like the best perfumes.

Do you think
the show's going well?

I think you're much better
than this show.

There's no voice like yours.

You really think so?

I think it's a waste
how they're using you here.

- What do you mean?
- Elis, for God's sake.

You presenting a show with a man
who does handstands?

Fuck.

That's not okay.

Do you know Mia Farrow?
The actress? Sinatra's wife?

She cut her hair really short,
"a la garcon".

It's really elegant, sophisticated.
It's modern, Ellis.

Look. Look at this.

You're so beautiful.

And beautiful women
use that power.

But not you.

It seems like no one's ever told you
how beautiful you are.

We have to think of a good text,
but also...

- She can come in...
- Yes, with a light...

Good afternoon, everybody.

What's up, Ronaldo Boscoli?

What's today's script?

Singing is the most important thing
in my life.

It's when I feel more emotional.

A singer's emotion should work
for the intention of the lyrics,

not the other way around.

For example, "Menino das Laranjas"
is a really sad song,

you have a fucked up kid
selling oranges at the market

instead of going to school,
he doesn't have a father.

It's a tragedy.
But you smile when you sing it.

You're right.

- I don't mean to offend.
- Sure, I get it.

This is it.

You're really disturbing
with that hair.

Do you want
to go upstairs for a bit?

No, I think I'm going to go
to my hotel.

Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm tired.

Ronaldo, tell me something.
Are you gay or am I a piece of shit?

Who's a better kisser,
me or Nara?

Nara.

Calm down, Elis.

Go to your hotel.
Get out of here.

- You can change this game in bed.
- What? Asshole.

Jerk. Let go of me.

You look delicious
when you're mad.

Fuck you. Let go of me, Ronaldo.

Yeah, cuss me out. Cuss me out.

- You dog.
- Cuss me out.

- Scumbag.
- Am I a scumbag?

Bastard.

I remember!

For someone who's late,
I hope you like it, I made it myself.

Fantastic.
You're a great cook, Elis. Thank you.

That's because you haven't
heard me singing.

Nelsinho, explain to Ronaldo
the invitation to the concert in Cannes.

- He doesn't get it.
- Ronaldo, MIDEM.

Elis was just invited
to perform there.

At the greatest event
of the music industry in the world.

Now Europe will find out
what is it that the southern girl has!

I know what MIDEM is, Nelsinho.

- I Know.
- I think Elis should really go.

You're my husband, come with me.

- No way.
- You have to go.

I don't have to do anything.

You're an artist. You don't have
to travel with your husband.

- It's your concert.
- Admit it, Velho.

You're afraid of flying
to France.

There's that, too.

I won't even go to Sao Paulo by plane,
imagine Europe.

As my former brother-in-law,
our little poet said,

"I won't get inside a thing
that has a combustion engine,

is heavier than the air
and was invented by a Brazilian".

In France.

What have I done to deserve this?

You must have done
many good things, "mon amour".

Are you warmed up?
You go on after this band.

- I'll take a look.
- Go, go.

- The Supremes?
- Yeah.

That's Diana Ross.

I'm singing on the same stage
as Diana Ross?

That's impossible!

I grew up in Vila Operaria.

What am I doing here?

Where do you think
Diana Ross grew up?

I'm singing on the same stage
as Diana Ross.

I can't believe it!

Elisita, this world is all yours.

Let's go. Do your best.

Oops, little black boy on the road
Oops back and forth.

So graceful
The black boys' first steps.

Oops, little black boy on the road
Oops back and forth.

So graceful
The black boys' first steps.

His first steps His first steps.

And getting his first beating.

Grow up, black boy, and hug me
And teach me how to sing

I came from such a cursed life.

"Velho, my love.
How are things over there?"

Over here, wherever I go,
people are cold to me

until I start singing.

Then, all doors are opened
and everything goes wonderfully.

I've been getting many invitations.
I'm singing at the Olympia,

on the same stage as Edith Piaf
and Charles Aznavour.

I can barely believe it.�

Oops, little black boy on the road
Oops back and forth.

So graceful
The black boys' first steps.

Oops, little black boy
On the road

"I miss you so much.
I want to go home."

I want to see you, be with you.

All I do is talk about you
and our home.

It's no use, Ronaldo,
I wasn't born to be away from you.

Yours faithfully, Elis.�

Grow up and teach me How to sing

I came from such a cursed life
But I have much to teach you

I have much to teach you.

"Capoeira�. I can teach you
"Bad luck�. I can expel.

Bravery. I can lend you.

As for freedom I can only hope.

Thank you, thank you.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

- Elis...
- Yes, sir?

What do you think
about Brazil's current situation?

Brazil's situation...

We suffered a military coup,
as you know,

so we're always watched.
There's no freedom of speech.

On the contrary,
there's censorship and patrolling.

I see my friends
getting arrested,

being sent into exile.

They're invited to leave the country
because they wrote a song,

or because they have an opinion.

What is that?

Brazil's problem is generalized.

Things are really rough there.

The country is being ruled
by gorillas.

I mean, no offense to gorillas,
obviously.

Please.

Elis? What happened?

Holy fuck!

- Ever seen a flying saucer?
- My Sinatra records! Fuck!

- Son of a bitch!
- Don't do it!

- Have you ever seen this?
- My Sinatra record collection!

- Son of a bitch!
- Stop it, Elis!

- You're insane!
- Son of a bitch!

- Are you fucking insane?
- I'll fucking kill you!

- You already have.
- Son of a bitch!

- Get out of my house!
- Your house? This is our house!

- My house!
- Ours!

- You bring women into my house?
- Our house! You're my wife!

- You have to respect me!
- You are hell!

What the fuck did you do?

Fuck, that was stupid, Elis!

Mine.

It will be mine.

From the second.

You were born.

Honestly?

I don't like it.
I don't like it.

I think it's so square.

Fuck, Elis! You're 24, man.

You sound like
a 60-year-old singer.

Look. I... Here.

I have a record here.

Here. This one.

Do you know this record?
Have you heard it?

It's Gal Costa's first record.

It was released just now.
It's fantastic.

Got to be attentive and strong
There's no time to fear death.

Got to be attentive and strong
There's no time to fear death.

She's at the top now.

She's the singer of the year.

Listen. Electric guitar.

To the exalting-samba.

Attention.

Everything is dangerous
Everything is divine and wonderful.

Watch out for the chorus.

Got to be attentive and strong.

Nelsinho, would you produce
my next record?

Yes or no, man?

Of course I do, Elis.

He's good!

I don't want these
Warm afternoons anymore.

Normal ones.

I don't want video tapes
Sultriness, March, April.

I want thousands of fleas
On everyone

I want everyone
Wanna hear laughter all around.

I want a place for me
For me, for you.

At the matinee of The Olympia Theater
The Olympia Theater.

At the matinee of The Olympia Theater
The Olympia Theater.

At the matinee of The Olympia Theater.

What's this all about
of playing with electric guitars?

Didn't you say you didn't like them?
That they were alien instruments?

I changed my mind.

I'm an artist.

Artists change their minds.

Thank God.

I want thousands of fleas
On everyone

I want everyone
Wanna hear laughter all around

I want everyone
I want a place for me, for you.

At the matinee of The Olympia Theater
The Olympia Theater.

At the matinee of The Olympia Theater
The Olympia Theater.

Elis, can you juggle
your career and motherhood?

Of course I can!

Isn't a mother
supposed to provide?

My job is providing... Music.

I just don't want it to be
a repressive thing.

Not that...

When I was little, my mother
put some pepper in my mouth.

As you can see for yourselves,
it didn't work.

- Absolutely.
- Yeah, I know.

At the matinee of The Olympia Theater
The Olympia Theater.

At the matinee of The Olympia Theater
The Olympia Theater.

Where are you going?

Didn't I tell you
I'm going to Sao Paulo?

To work, sweetheart.

I made us some lunch.
Have lunch with me before you go.

I can't. I have to leave now.

What's up with you, Ronaldo?

You're always busy.

You don't talk to me.

You don't even ask anything
about Joao.

Honey, I'm a night worker.
You know that.

I never hide anything from you.

Go then. Get out.

My son and I don't need you.

Elis, here's the thing.

At the age Joao is,
a father is good for nothing.

It's the mother's time.

When he grows up, we'll always
go to Fluminense's matches,

at Maracana, to see the guys
playing soccer.

Right, you little whiz?

I have to go.
Barba's waiting for me.

We have to get there before 8.

I'll be back on Sunday...

- You're only getting back on Sunday?
- Yeah.

Bye, Jodo. Bye, baby.

I'll tell you...

Here.

- I don't like these things.
- It's not a drug.

It's a weed that Castaneda and Aldous
Huxley used to use to write better.

It's mescaline.

Here.

Mexican natives call it peyote.

It makes us more sensitive.

That's the problem.
Is it good for me to get more sensitive?

Come on.

Here. Here.

Looking at this bunch of stars,
we get it

that life has
way more possibilities

than this reigning
conservativeness.

It's frightening to see
all that emptiness up there.

I even get a little cold.

Yeah?

If...

If the universe is
really infinite

as Einstein says,

everything we imagine
must be happening somewhere.

Everything I imagine?
God, I'm screwed.

Why?

What's so different
about what you imagine?

Come here, Nelson Motta.

Holy shit.

Well

I'll go, then.

It's unbelievable what C�sar Mariano
does on a piano.

Fantastic!

The piano becomes a tambourine
in his hands.

It's a rhythm instrument.

Bravo!

- Hi.
- Sit down.

That was really good. Well done!

- It was good for us, you mean.
- Amazing.

- Elis!
- It was fantastic.

Amazing.

- You're not kidding around, are you?
- It was amazing.

C�sar, tell me something:
How many fingers do you have?

You're incredible.
We should work together.

He's the most swingy pianist
in Brazil.

You're absolutely right, Barba.

Let's set a date.
Do you want a drink?

- We're drinking...
- Whiskey.

- Make yourself comfortable.
- We're drinking whiskey.

Fuck!

Elis, please.

Elis! Fuck!

Elis!

I can't work
with this kid screaming.

Do something, please.

This kid is your son.
Why don't you go?

- I'm working.
- And I'm not?

Didn't you want to be a mother?

I thought you were
going to be a father.

Elis

I thought I'd be
a good father, too.

You know what?

This is not meant for us.

For us?

Playing house, you know?

Mommy and daddy, a little boy.

That's not for me.

Or for you.

Speak for yourself.

I'm a great mother.

Sure.

You're perfect.

What's that supposed to mean?

You're the one spending
every night out, my friend.

You come home, sleep all day,
go out again

and you're always surrounded
by women.

I'm not like you.

You're a saint.

You think I don't know
what you do?

Yeah, Ronaldo...

This "happy family" thing

is not working anymore.

It never did.

And it never will.

I want a divorce.

It'll be my pleasure.

When you looked
Right into my eyes.

With that look That says goodbye

I swear I couldn't believe.

I found you strange
I layed over your body.

And I doubted.

And I crawled.

And I scratched you
And clinged to your hair.

To your chest
Your pajamas, your feet

Jo the bedside.

Without love Without a blanket.

On the carpet Behind the door.

I cursed quietly.

I started depreciating our home.

To sully your name
To humilliate you.

To have my revenge At any cost.

Loving you inside out
To show you I'm still yours.

Until I prove I'm still yours.

Is that it, cutie pie?
What's this called?

- There.
- What's this called?

Let me throw it there.

You can throw it,
but what is it called?

- Ba...
- Ball.

Throw it, then.

- Ms. Elis.
- Sweetie

Ms. Elis, there are two men here
saying they're the police.

They want to talk to you.

We would like to know

why you said in Europe
that the military are gorillas.

I didn't say that.

Those foreign journalists
didn't understand me. I didn't say that.

What do you have
against the military?

Nothing.

You have a son, right?

Are you divorced?

Yes.

It seems your behavior
hasn't been that of a mother figure.

Especially for a public figure.

Why did you visit a prisoner
in jail?

What's wrong?

It's still not forbidden
to visit prisoners, is it?

I'm the one who
asks the questions.

Why did you record the song
"Black is Beautiful"?

It's just a song
that I find beautiful.

It's related to a subversive movement
of African-Americans.

Don't bring that racial hatred here.
We don't have that.

The song is about
black people's beauty.

We just don't talk
about those things here.

You sent a list of songs
from your new record to the censorship

and there's a song by Chico Buarque,
right?

Right.

Do you know what we do
with his songs here?

Many people adore you.

You have a son to raise.

Why this grudge
against the military?

I have nothing against them.

Well, that's great.

Then you would accept singing
in the Army Olympic Games, right?

Here.

Oh, Madalena
My heart has realized.

That the ocean is a drop
When compared to my tears.

You better be sure that
As soon as our love awakens.

The sun sinks into despair
Hiding behind the mountains.

Madalena, what's mine is mine.

It can be admitted
Those who doubt our love.

Even the Moon, hazarding a guess
Believes our love is real.

Be it strong, weak, joyful or sad.

Madalena My heart has realized.

That the ocean is but a drop
When compared to my tears.

That's the greatest singer
in Brazil

singing for these
sons of bitches?

The sun sinks into despair
Hiding behind the mountains.

Madalena, what's mine is mine.

It can be admitted
Those who doubt our love.

- Good afternoon.
- What's up, sister?

What's up?

I said good afternoon.

What?

Why don't you answer me?

Why did Henfil do that to me?

He buried me and brought me back
as Maurice Chevalier,

the man who sang for Hitler!

Did I sing for Hitler?
What a stupid comparison!

Calm down,
it's just a caricature.

Yeah, in "O Pasquim" �,
which everyone reads.

He wants to ruin me.

Why? What did I do to him?

You know what you did.

I was forced to do it, C�sar.

Pretty soon,
no one will remember this.

I'll remember it for a long time.

And the dark red light
Filtered among conversations.

Making up a new love
Insane promises.

In a strapless dress emerges
The northern crooner.

No applause, no booing:
A deathly silence.

Ah, who knows about themselves.

In those dimly it bars.

Who knows about the others.

The grids, the walls.

In the drama
Suffocated in every face.

The dirt of not being
What we wanted to be.

The dying flame Of a setting sun.

The lady of happier times.

In a strapless dress emerges
The northern crooner.

No applause, no booing:
A deathly silence.

Ah, who knows about themselves.

In those dimly it bars.

Who knows about the others.

The grids, the walls.

The grids, the walls.

A Cuba Libre trembles
In an icy grip.

Upon the somber strip-tease
Of agony.

Of every person
Who leaves the cabaret.

Outside, the daylight
Burns the eyes.

Bunch of fuckers!
Nobody respects anything!

- That was not right.
- Bunch of kids, they know nothing!

- As if I had invented dictatorship!
- Come on!

People love you, Elis.

It'll go away.

Who likes me?

You're crazy.

People look away from me.

They hiss me off.

People love you.

Do you love me, by any chance?

Very much.

Cesar...

You asked.

It hit me, man.

You asked.

We understand each other
through music.

Hot coffee to warm up our hearts.

Sweetheart.

Samuel.

From what I see...

- It's entirely our risk.
- Yes.

It's entirely your risk.

This is a standard contract.
I can't do much.

On the other hand,
the profit is all yours.

We're not doing this
to profit from it.

I can die poor,
but I won't lose my attitude.

We don't want to profit from it,
but we can't go bankrupt.

We're putting
all our money in it.

This is just for the theater.
There's scenography, wardrobe,

lighting, the musicians...

As a lawyer, I have to say
it's a really big risk.

That's not how I see it.

We're not thinking
about business.

We're putting up a circus,
you know?

We're making a ring,
gathering the clowns

and inviting
the honorable audience.

Is there a better plan? No.

For an artist,
there's no better plan, man.

Let's dive into it. Let's do it.

Come on.

If we're brave enough...

- Are these clauses complicated?
- I can explain each one of them.

Let me see it.

Today's rehearsal was excellent.

Really?

You know it was.

I'm afraid, C�sar.

Elis, you sing since you were 13.

The stage is all yours.

What are you afraid of?

That hissing was the most
frightening sound I've ever heard.

You've always been
such a brave woman.

What matters is that you do
what you think is right.

That's it.

If people applaud
or hiss you off...

It doesn't matter.

You're going up on this stage,
I'll be with you...

And

I've dreamed
The most beautiful dreams.

From a thousand chimeras
I built a castle.

And in your eyes
Dazed with emotion.

Eagerly, a thousand fortunes
I predicted.

Your body is pure light
Seduction.

A divine poem Full of splendor.

Your smile is enrapturing
Inebriating, torpifving.

You are fascination.

My love.

To the success
of "Fatso Brilhante",

which has nothing "fake"
about it.

Now, the only ones
who will drink champagne with me

are the ones who got fucked
along with me.

Yeah!

Good evening, Henfil.

Hi, Elis.

We need to talk.

Fuck, man

I like you so much,

but you buried me.

You drew me singing to Hitler.

Why did you do that?

I did it...

You sang to the military
that tortured my brother.

Do you know people
are getting arrested?

And being Killed.

- Have you noticed...
- We live in the same country.

The military you sang to
sent my brother into exile.

I didn't do it
because I wanted to.

- I was afraid.
- Everyone's afraid.

I was terrified, Henfil.

They coerced me,

intimidated me,

tailed me.

There were cars at my house,
at the studio

I sang because I was afraid that
something would happen to my son.

What about those
being tortured now?

While we're talking,
drinking whiskey...

Now! At this very second.

While you're drinking champagne

there are people getting beat up,
afraid of dying tonight,

and still not informing
on anyone.

Do you think you were more afraid
than they are now?

- Elis, calm down.
- Why?

I'm sick of it, C�sar!

Sick of what?

Of having to be perfect.
Of having to be an example.

Elis, get a hold of yourself.

That's just it,
I don't want to get a hold of myself!

I don't want people
getting a hold of me!

I want to be free.

The only thing I want to do
is to sing!

That's all! To sing!

The rest doesn't

I'm pregnant.

I'm pregnant. One more.

Mom, come and see! It wasn't us!

I won't get mad, Maria.

I don't even know
what this is all about.

Oh, guys

I brought these here.

They were taking up too much space
at home.

It's not real gold.

These trophies and records
don't play any songs,

so they don't matter.

Hanging on to these things
is dangerous.

Thinking we're important
and living in the past...

What matters is to do something.

And keep doing things
we believe in.

Do things for us
and for the world.

There's still a lot to improve.

Right?

- Right.
- Right, mom.

Let's go, then.

Let's go
and leave these things here.

Come on.

What I want the most

I want to sing.

But in a different way.

Without all this
record label thing.

What is it like
to record an album today, Elis?

It's more difficult today,

because arrogance
has different names now.

It's called "marketing�,
"merchandising�.

Record labels only care about
the money.

They think the business is
the record.

But a record without an artist...

Is a black cookie
with a hole in the middle.

The thing is that they

they hate artists.

We don't have the freedom
we had before.

Do you know what they do?

They come up with a bunch of surveys
telling what people want to listen to.

Massification is so powerful
and they play these songs so often

that we get used to that shit
until we think it's good.

When you want to try new songwriters,
record labels won't let you.

They don't want to experiment.

And it becomes that thing
with the elephant's tail, you know?

One elephant uses its trunk
to grab onto another elephant's tail,

and they do that
until there's an elephant circle.

There was a time

when I was forced to do some things
because I was a newcomer.

Now they want to steer me
because.

I'm an asset.

Sometimes we record a song.

A song we like,
that we believe in.

We record it and it gets cut off
because it's not what they think will sell.

But they don't give you the chance
to see it for yourself.

I'll tell you something...

A new kind of censorship
is around the corner.

It's worse than the other one.

What should artists do
in this scenario, Elis?

The important thing is to do something
that can't be controlled by these guys.

That's what I believe in.
It has to be on our own.

Those still struggling
are not yet defeated,

so here we are. As you can see.

Let's listen to another song
from your last album.

Our gentle mother nation cries.

So do Marias and Clarisses.

In Brazilian soil.

But I know that a pain
As pungent as this.

Shall not be useless.

Hope dances.

On a tightrope With an umbrella.

And on every step of the way
It can get hurt.

Misfortune
The tightrope-walking hope.

Knows that every artist's show.

Must go on.

Holy fuck.

From the bottom of my heart.

Now you know me.

Censorship won't let that pass.

My dear Henfil

I decided to do only what I want.

Now I'm in charge of my career.

There's no military, record label,
producer,

or a fucking arranger.

I'll do only what I think
IS necessary.

Thank you.

Elis, we need to slow down a bit.

Why so many gigs?

It's been hard for me, C�sar.

You don't need to carry the world
on your back.

The way things are

I just don't want to.

Do you know what you want?

I want everything changed.

I want to start all over again.

That's who I am. You know me.

Monotony pisses me off.

Monotony?

So, tell me...
What do you want to change?

Everything, C�sar.

The house. The way we work.

The ideas. The songs.

The musicians.

For that food to eat
For that floor to rest on.

- Where were you?
- I'm an idiot.

I don't feel like coming back home
and finding you like this.

Did you see
what this stupid critic wrote?

- He praised your record.
- No.

He said all the previous ones
are shit.

Why do you care so much?

Because he writes for a newspaper
and people read it!

I won't talk to you like this!

Enough with the whiskey!

That has nothing to do with it!

You are so insecure. Grumpy.

Am I? You think so?

I can't take your neurosis
anymore!

And I can't take a bunch of people
draining me anymore!

Because I'm a woman,
because I'm a singer

I'm sick of that, you know...

Enough!

Am I draining you out?

You only do what you want.

If only I could do
only what I want, C�sar.

But you can.

You just don't know
what you want.

That's your problem!
That's why you're so miserable!

You don't have enemies.
I'm not your enemy.

Nobody's your enemy!

Fuck!

I'd like to tell you all
that C�sar will no longer work with us.

We'll keep on working as usual.

Buddy...

Can you get me some
of that stuff?

I need some energy.

Are you sure you don't want whiskey
with that tea?

During the day
I only drink tea, baby.

I don't recall that.

I'm saving the madness
for the night.

A scheduled madness?

- What the hell?
- Well...

That's minus 300 hours of madness
per month.

It's a great advantage!

I didn't come here
to talk about myself.

I want to know about you.

About the madness inside you.

Oh, man...

My life's a fucking mess,
as always.

It's tough.

It's really tough.

I have music.

I love music and my children.

I'm more and more convinced that
that's all that matters.

I believe less in people

and more in laughter.

I believe in the sun,

in its energy acting on people,
you know?

That kind of thing.

Are you working
on something new?

A record, a gig...

Sure.

This is my treasure.

All new songwriters are in here.

I listen to everything they send me
to decide on my next record.

It's all coming from here.

Is someone like Milton
coming from there?

Or like Gil?

I doubt it, my friend.

Do you think so?

This time, by the end of the day,
is really hard.

I feel such anguish.

Pardon the frown.

Pardon the lack of hug.

Pardon the lack of space.

That is how those days went.

Pardon for so many risks.

Pardon the lack of shelter.

Pardon the lack of friends.

- Hello?
- Velho.

Elis?

Did I wake you up?

No, I had just come to bed.

I couldn't sleep a wink
all night.

Is everything okay?

Ronaldo

I want Joao to see you
more often.

I want my son to be close
to his father.

Sure.

I also think that's good.

Why now, Elis?

I don't know.

I felt like clearing things up,
you know?

You were really important to me.

You too, Elis.
You were really important in my life.

Elis, are you okay?

Hello?

Calm down, all right? Calm down.

Everything's fine.

Get some sleep, southern girl.

I will, Velho.

Okay, then. Take...

Take care of yourself.

Bye.

And when you let go
Of the sorrows.

And when you wash off Your souls.

And when you wash off The water.

Wash your eyes for me.

When the flowers bloom.

When the forest grow.

When you reap the fruit.

Tell me how they taste.

Tell me how they taste.

Hello?

Who is it?

Elis, is that you?

Elis!

You feel nothing, see nothing
But I must say, my friend.

That a new change
Is about to happen.

What once was new and young
Is now old.

And we all need
To be rejuvenated.

You feel nothing, see nothing
But I must say, my friend.

That a new change
Is about to happen.

What once was new and young
Is now old.

And we all need
To be rejuvenated.

It's been forever since your father
Said "She's leaving home".

And kicked me out to the road
�Like a Rolling Stone�.

It's been forever since you took
Your girl for a ride.

Madness, bubble gum, and music.

It's been forever since you
Hung out with the gang.

Flashing a "peace" sign,
Hair blowing in the wind.

Love, flowers From the poster.

In the present, the mind
The body are different.

And the past is a shirt
That no longer fits.

In the present, the mind
The body are different.

And the past is a shirt
That no longer fits.

You feel nothing, see nothing
But I must say, my friend.

That a new change
Is about to happen.

What once was new and young
Is now old.

And we all need
To be rejuvenated.

You feel nothing, see nothing
But I must say, my friend.

That a new change
Is about to happen.

What once was new and young
Is now old.

And we all need
To be rejuvenated.

Like Poe The crazy American poet

I ask the birdie
"Blackbird, what should we do?"

"Raven never raven never raven"�.

Blackbird answers me
The past nevermore.

"Raven never raven never raven"�.

Assum-preto answers me
The past nevermore.

You feel nothing, see nothing
But I must say, my friend.

That a new change
Is about to happen.

What once was new and young
Is now old.

And we all need
To be rejuvenated.

You feel nothing, see nothing
But I must say, my friend.

That a new change
Is about to happen.

What once was new and young
Is now old.

And we all need
To be rejuvenated.

And we all need
To be rejuvenated.

And we all need
To be rejuvenated.

And we all need
To be rejuvenated