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''CHRONlCALLY UNFEASlBLE''

l forgot the money for the cleaning woman.

The amount of work l have in S�o Paulo is insane.

What a pathetic excuse.

No excuses. lt 's lack of respect!

She works eight hours a day cleaning up other people's mess...

with no time to clean up her own kids, which are many.

And she doesn't get paid at the end of the day.

l can't stand it.

How can you walk down the street in a city like S�o Paulo...

watching out for kid beggars and junkies?

Don't tell me it 's the same all over the world.

This has become national.

The pleasure of having social injustice as a cultural trace.

-l can't stand it. -lt 'll generate national pride.

Everything exclusively national gives pride:

soccer, coffee, black girls, injustice, street kids.

Typical things from Brazil.

This scene is too explicIt.

Wouldn't It be better if done more realistically?

Come on.

Get out of here. Out!

You can't eat the leftovers. Out!

l forgot the money for the cleaning woman.

lt 's okay. l'll pay her next week.

BAHlA NORTHEAST REGlON

A perfect form of authorItarian domination:

happiness.

Get back behind the rope. Back!

lnteresting how they insist on crIticizing Bahia.

They're jealous of Bahia's clever project.

While the world struggles to control the masses...

by capItalism,socialism, war, revolution,even consumerism...

they don't.

They do just enough to generate happiness.

Keep them poor,play some music,and there you have It.

It's fine they're geniuses.

But why should those who don't want to be happy be forced to join in?

lf everyone prefers to be happy, why not give up for good...

the bannerof order and progress and admIt...

this cheap fiction of a dying,rotten happiness.

This improved image of a canned BrasilianIty for all?

I'm too old to make profIt out of this crap.

Go piss on your house, pig!

Brazil has always had dictatorial governments...

with a few brief periods of democracy. Being democratic...

isn't giving the same weight to all opinions.

Only the South is industrialized enough to sustain the country.

The First World has shown us that work, development...

are the only paths for democratic freedom.

Why waste time with questions that lead nowhere?

Books like ''lllegal Brazil''...

EX-SECRETARY OF FlNANCE by Alfredo Buhr are typical examples.

Why should l, who work 16 hours a day...

have to listen to this discussion about ways of domination?

Speculation about who dominates whom?

You can only speculate if someone works to sustain the country.

You can say whatever you want...

but if you are employed, problems with freedom become much simpler.

Only the freedom to consume has proven valid.

That 's why we, Southerners...

who understand the progressive Brazilian spirit...

have the role to generate national identity.

This work-based behavior...

is the only way to keep the country united nowadays.

SANTA CATARlNA SOUTHERN REGlON

A perfect form of authorItarian domination...

work.

It's interesting how they insist on crIticizing the South.

They are just jealous of the Southern project.

The rest of Brazil enslaved lndians,Blacks. Not the South.

They only did enough to assure exploItation in a familiar form.

They destroyed native vegetation,killed all lndians...

and brought in theirown Polish and Ukrainian slaves.

Then put everyone to work. And that was It.

lf everyone enjoys work, why not forget our idle happiness...

and import European civilization once and for all?

But then we'd have to bring over everything they left behind:

the revolutionary movements, guerrillas...

terrorism,anarchy.

We set up here, block the highway at this point.

Let's go.

Take the instruments.

We'll set upcamp here.

Watch out. There's a woman wIth a child coming down. Slowly.

Give her a hand.

Comrades, let 's block the highway over there.

Let 's block the highway.

God gave the land to all men. To all men!

Not just to rich farmers.

The country needs to know our difficulties.

The problem isn't just ours. The problem isn't just ours.

lt 's the whole country's!

The country needs our work in order to grow.

The land belongs to those who plant it, comrades!

Our demonstration here is not an invasion.

lt 's a question of justice!

Everyone back in the truck! There was a mistake!

We're invading the wrong farm. We can't stay here. Please!

Everybody back in the truck, fast.

Let 's go!

-Comrade, who owns this farm? -Siqueira.

Siqueira... Siqueira! lt 'll do.

Comrades!

Comrades!

Our fight is just one, and it 's worth anyplace.

We've just decided to stay here...

since we're here, here we'll stay.

Let 's keep setting everything up in this very place.

We won't keep on obeying like slaves.

Let 's go!

Excuse me, but this isn't right.

-Comrade, this is our fight. -We ain't slaves!

-lt 's a point of view. -Slaves are different from workers.

You're mixing things up.

-Ain't no slaves here, mister. -But the low salaries...

-Slave's your ass! -ln Brazil, workers are slaves.

They continue being slaves.

PEREQU� BEACH SALVADOR, BAHlA

Centuries ago, Montesquieu said...

that in tropical countries, civilization had hindrances...

to its development. He said that heat thickens the blood...

making reasoning difficult. That was one explanation.

At the time, an honest argument, hard to contradict...

because it was so convincing.

But what is more important: to explain realIty or persuade?

Could absence of civilization be good?

Following logic,It's simple: wIthout civilization...

there's only barbarism.

lnductive logic frightens me because It annuls indignation.

lf we try to explain the beating of an lndian through realIty...

what conclusion can we come to?

ln realIty, that lndian must be a drug dealer...

orwas fucking the policeman's wife.

But since when does this explain anything?

What if this realIty doesn't convince me?

lndians,native population here, already practiced violence.

Violence has always existed.

But they organized violence, even war,as a rItual.

AIthough many things done today are types of rItual.

The rItual of systematically beating the weaker.

lnteresting how we understand the violence among the lndians.

Do they understand our systematically exterminating them?

According to logic there must always be someone who gets beaten.

This convinces anyone.

The last 5OO years...

have shown how much western society...

depends on irrationality...

lNDlAN CENTER - USP for its development.

lrrationality, as we understand it in Xavante...

''brostavai run ma''...

means ''need for superiority''.

The book ''lllegal Brazil''...

is one more desperate attempt...

to maintain that superiority.

This book disregards...

the systematic extermination of indigenous peoples.

Not to mention...

that based on this same extermination...

a would-be national unity came up.

Maybe...

that 's why we, lndians...

who understand this Brazilian spirit of extermination...

have the role...

of trying to survive, in order to...

generate a national identity.

Workers have to work. Anywhere in the world...

workers have to work. This is no reason to complain.

-lf you don't like it, leave. -What do you mean?

These workers here keep the prosperity of the South.

lf they leave, who are you gonna exploit?

Exploitation is worldwide. The problem are the Northeasterners.

They keep on pouring here. How many came in today?

Northeasterners?

-They go to S�o Paulo. -They keep on coming here.

We, Southerners, have to support the country's incompetence.

Either you're totally wrong, or you're deaf.

There are no Northeasterners here!

Know what? l don't have to wait here for you, bums...

...decide to leave. -What bums?

-Bums! Bunch of bums! -Now l want to see.

Let 's see who's gonna win: the separatist or the bum.

Keep out of it, German!

l'm not German. l'm Polish.

And you? You look like a foreman...

defending the rights of the workers.

Shut up! The old man's stupidity is annoying enough.

The old man's stupidity is bad?

-A stupid enemy is great! -Fucking Polack!

You want it? You want it?

They agree! See how easy it is to be on the same side?

S�O PAULO LUlS'S RESTAURANT

Never show any expression. Give suggestions only if asked.

Serve each person as discreetly as possible.

Serve from the left, remove from the right, got it?

-Perfectly. -Now do as l've told you.

This way the restaurant will be crowded before you're done.

Perfectly.

The cutting edge of the knife must face the plate.

-ls that really important? -Look...

people come here to appreciate certain details.

Besides, l like details.

And you, as an employee, will also like them.

lt 's important to correct waiters, who arrive in S�o Paulo...

...convinced they know it all. -And you were humble enough...

to learn everything S�o Paulo has to offer.

Mr. Luis is lucky to have you as a manager.

-You think you're funny. -Yeah.

You're new here.

Go put on your uniform.

MATO GROSSO MlD-WEST REGlON

Again?

One more childhood destroyed by the marvels of slavery.

As incredible as It seems, this was Amanda's real childhood.

The sophisticated,elegant managerof Luis's restaurant.

To invent another past for Amanda wouldn't be a lie eIther.

lf French and Italian workers are nobles when they come here...

Amanda could also become a representative...

of the bucolic Brazilian nobilIty.

TradItion here is a matterof opinion.

So here we go.

Here's our lIttle Amanda:

daughterof a most perfect mix: lndians,Negroes, WhItes and the like.

Raised in a place close to a vision of an earthly paradise.

Full of hopes from legends and myths, transmItted to her...

by the encounterof all South American cuItures.

My mother used to tell me a story l can still recall.

She said that long before the time of mankind...

there was a god who only slept.

One day, tired of sleeping, he decided to do something.

But when he tried to get up,he couldn't do It...

for,at that time,sky and land were stuck together.

So one day, he used all his strength...

and he managed to separate land and sky.

The sky only exists because this god is still standing.

My grandmother also used to say that God was Brazilian.

The twisted branches of the ''cerrado'' vegetation...

was the proof that the weight of God left the trees trampled down.

l spent my childhood thinking l'd come face to face with Him.

Enough! Otherwise l get caught up in these stories.

Excuse me.

Trampled trees show He still sleeps sometimes.

Right. A giant, eternally asleep in a splendid cradle.

He does nothing here, only sleeps.

Perhaps He goes to the toilet, it 's very natural when one wakes up.

That 'd explain a lot. ls God Brazilian?

No. He only sleeps and goes to the bathroom here.

RlO DE JANElRO SOUTHEAST REGlON

lsn't It strange how He always has His arms open?

It might give the impression He says:

'Come from all overthe world...

men of all races, cuItures and creeds.

ExploIt wIthout pIty. Set fire to everything.

Respect not the land northose who live on It...

northe elderly, northe children.

Come and fuck upeverything.'

Excess of comprehension can become complicIty.

A button's missing. What are Josilene's orders for this?

-Just put on another shirt! -Josilene! Come here, please.

Carlos, l'll talk to her later.

Correct it now or they become sloppy.

Josilene, when a shirt is in the closet...

one assumes it is ready for use.

Otherwise it shouldn't be there.

Understand?

When you wash or press a shirt...

you must check if something is missing or if it is torn.

lf a shirt has six buttonholes, it must have six buttons...

or it is not ready for use and should not be in the closet.

Understand?

You want me to change the button?

What do you think?

Here we go. You take a needle...

which is a long metal instrument...

with one end thinner than the other.

The thicker end has a hole...

through which you must introduce a thread.

The thinner tip is pressed against the fabric...

until you perforate the fabric with the whole needle...

and part of the thread.

Repeat the operation in reverse...

drawing the thread and needle through the button holes.

And repeat the cycle.

lf nothing gets out of control, if the button is in place...

you should be successful.

Do you want me to fix it now?

No, we're late now. Thank you.

The law of least effort rules the world.

You must keep people on permanent alert.

-Let 's go, Dad. -Okay, kids. Let 's go.

MARlA ALlCE'S CHlLDHOOD EASTER, 1965

ln the sixties,Maria Alice's family manufactured clothes.

Josilene's mom worked for a lIttle pay as a maid...

at Maria Alice's mom's house...

as her husband's job depended on Maria Alice's dad.

Josilene's dad worked for lIttle pay at her father's plant...

as his wife's job depended on Maria Alice's mom.

Twenty years later,Josilene's brotherworks for lIttle pay...

as a cook at Maria Alice's friend's restaurant.

Josilene works for lIttle pay as a maid for Maria Alice and Carlos.

Why dress in gold and silver to dance on a closed-in street?

Almost like animals?

Surrounded by boxes still occupied by her masters?

All Josilene's got is a fleeting glory...

enough to convince her that domination is important.

Not because she likes It,but for a complicIty in dominating.

The hope that someday she may also become a master...

makes domination bearable.

Josilene is a maid, but she's not stupid.

-l've known her for years. -l'm not saying they're to blame.

lt 's this model of organization...

which generates enough confusion...

so that nothing else can be done.

We find balance midway in idleness.

With less confusion, you can still work. With more confusion...

you need more effort to make confusion.

The immobility generated by confusion...

is what enables our main activity: cheating.

-You're not a cheater? -ln Brazil, everyone is.

lf you're not, you starve.

lt 's not my fault if laws, the government...

everything was made so as to institutionalize cheating.

By law l must pay tons of taxes...

but if, by chance, l don't pay them...

hiding behind this mess, which l didn't create...

they call me a cheater. My great grandfather did this.

Everyone does it.

lt 's a question of survival.

-Run over us! -lt 's open for me.

-Don't you see the light? -Stop, Carlos.

lt 's green for me.

ARPOADOR BEACH RlO DE JANElRO

Some people criticize me.

l want to see what the others do.

l took these kids off the streets, man.

l'm talking about dignity, know what l mean?

l got decent jobs for all of them.

We're going to travel, do lots of shows.

Make lots of money.

You think that 's bad? You do think so.

Look at that!

Look! Look at that happiness.

lf you give them a chance, they'll go far.

Why not take them to New York? Take them abroad?

Brazil has a lot to show. Don't you agree?

Poverty as tourist attraction must be dangerous.

lnstead of being a problem, poverty becomes attractive.

lf the child has no education, give him a tin can to beat on.

Better than leaving him to die on the street.

We are improving. From the natural selection of the street...

to that of the market.

Come on. Spread your legs.

Come on. You!

Come on. Let me see your face.

Stand up straight. Something wrong with your leg?

Come on, boy.

-What 's your name? -Bruno.

Bruno? ls this little Bruno?

-Shut your mouth, punk. -And you? What 's your name?

-What 's your name, boy? -My name is Teco.

-Get up, Teco. Come on. -Quiet!

-What 's your name? -Take it easy.

-Where's the stuff? -Pachec�o! Pachec�o!

Get up. Get it up. Come on. Lean over.

Look up front, bum. Come on.

Go on, man.

Face the front, boy.

The Brazilian are cordial people, who follow the heart.

Miscegenation takes us...

to a distinct condition...

from the rest of the world.

That 's why we need to show our own face.

The face of Brazil, the force of a society...

based on the mixture of races.

This blending is cool, diversity is important.

This has to be our banner.

Brazil may be the laboratory of the future...

of post-modernism.

COORDlNATOR OF ''VlVA RlO'' Because the future of the world is...

what Brazil is living today, this variety of cultures...

realities and races without frontiers.

That is why Alfredo Buhr's book...

is an insult, not only to this multiracial image...

which distinguishes us from the rest of the world...

but also to this vitality...

which makes us Brazilians united in one single nation.

Perhaps this is why we, from Rio de Janeiro...

who understand this Brazilian behavior...

have the role of assuring the national identity.

Our behavior keeps the country united even today.

S�O PAULO SOUTHEAST REGlON

That 's it!

We shouldn't mind about Miss Amanda. She's a drag!

She loves to boss.

She was so happy the day she didn't have to pay us overtime.

Mr. Luis gives orders and she exaggerates them...

so that it seems she is the boss.

Some people get a little extra from Mr. Luis. lsn't it, Cear�?

You know what Cear�'s problem is?

His neighbors say being chef de cuisine is for fags.

Those people are jealous of my success.

-As a chef or as a fag? -What 's the difference?

The important thing is to fail.

-Adam! -Excuse me.

You're always the last waiter to get dressed.

l told you to arrange the flowers. And look!

l'm not here to baby-sit irresponsible waiters.

You make things too complicated.

Social contradiction is just a matter of style.

lf it were elegant to eat one meal instead of three...

the social disparity between those who have nothing to eat...

and those who do would decrease from three meals to one.

You and your cynicism, Luis.

Better than fighting hunger for citizenship. lt 's revolution.

l am totally against mere talk.

l think people with children must do something for this country.

You feel so good because you never mistreat the office-boy?

lf you were a good person you wouldn't pay him minimum wage...

for the guy to work himself to death.

You think l should mistreat him? Whip and chain him up?

l'll use a language you can understand.

A slave has use value. An office-boy has exchange value.

lt 's like any other merchandise.

lsn't it?

Come in.

-Sit down. How are you? -Fine.

Take a look at our album.

Your son will live here. lt 's a big house, in the suburbs...

with a pool, a well-to-do family. You needn't worry.

l know, ma'am. This is the third child l give up.

Father's a lawyer. Two adopted children. lt 's a good deal.

l can't care for it, you know. l don't have a steady job.

How much do you pay?

Two thousand dollars.

-Excuse me. -Finally!

Enjoy it, Raquel.

This is absurd. First you bring the wrong order and now it 's cold.

l just picked up the wrong plate, that 's all.

We've chosen a good restaurant to have a good service. Look!

No other table had this service. lt 's discrimination!

But l'm used to it. Did you know discrimination is a crime?

l sure hope you aren't doing this just because l'm black.

l'm sorry, ma'am. You're crucifying the wrong guy.

l'm not Portuguese. l'm a Polish descendent.

Where l come from, the Jews are harassed.

How come? What do you have against Jews?

-You should own up to your guilt! -What guilt, lady?

Of not being Portuguese? Or not being Jewish?

Ladies, please, let 's not get excited.

l think we can solve this in a civilized manner.

This is absurd!

Are you insinuating we aren't civilized?

How can you employ a waiter like this?

lt 's on the house.

Oh, my God! lt 's not my fault.

You hear? l'm not to blame.

l'm driving along and another car came right on top of me.

lt 's absolutely not my fault.

l'm not to blame. Got it?

My God!

l was driving, another car came. The kid threw himself in front.

What should l have done? What?

lt 's not my fault. Oh, my God! lt 's not...

It's too tight to have a decent life.

Not even if you really believe in yourwork.

Three hours a day in this crush to go back and forth to work.

You can't believe you have a decent life.

Whatever. You must pretend you don't know why you're fucked up.

Everyone does. Orthey'd have to make the revolution.

Maybe the most important thing is the feeling of group pain.

As if the most important thing were to be a victim,at any price.

Everyone gets fucked together, but complains individually.

Then the best the boss can do is mistreat.

That way, the workercan get on a crowded bus on the way home...

and suffereven more.

Sooneror later,I'm fucked. So l preferto do It myself.

Because l don't intend to be a victim.

At least if l fuck It up myself, my boss gets It too. Good.

He's the only one who has something to lose.

No one seems to like the idea.

They preferto get screwed.

My foot, damn it!

Watch your elbow. Shove that elbow up your ass.

-Stop it. -What a heat!

-There's no room. -Fuck!

There's an elderly woman here!

l'm going to suffocate to death! Stop yelling!

-Getting off, getting off. -Excuse me!

Shit, he's getting on.

Get a fucking move on.

-People from S�o Paulo are fuckers. -Depends on how you treat them.

Let the lady in the traffic. Let 's see what happens.

She thinks she's powerful. When the police comes, you play victim.

-Let 's see what happens. -Am l supposed to run over you?

What 's wrong? What 's wrong?

-Your husband know you're here? -Can't you see my car's dead?

-Are you stupid? -Depends on how you treat them?

Fuck off, lady. Get out of the way.

Are you gonna get down and help me or you wanna fight?

You wanna fight? You lay a hand on me...

and l'll put you in jail and ruin your stupid Northeasterner life.

That 's the country's curse! We have to stand Northeasterners.

Can't you see, imbecile? Can't you see?

Stupid! lgnorant!

ldiot!

My car is dead.

Yes. Yes.

Folks, take a look at this tasty ass.

Open your mouth! It's good!

Girls, here comes candidate number three.

Delicious! Number three!

Candidate number three. Look, this ass looks like an apartment.

l'm stunned.

Now, one more candidate for our ''Ass of the Month'' contest.

l want a lot of applause for candidate number four!

Just wait!

Look, how delicious.

Look at this ass. And the face! Just like a steadfast tin soldier.

And the ass! You can even sing ''Happy Birthday''.

Happy Birthday to you

-Girls, ain't it true? -You should know how to do it.

You don't really need to screw. Just relax and fake it.

You have to look fucked up. There are no jobs in S�o Paulo.

They're doing fine. You're not.

The worst is we have to eat it.

First, if you want it in the ass...

score a real fat guy...

so the belly keeps the prick from going far in.

Remember that there's only one candidate left.

Next, if you're going to screw, rooms are upstairs.

They have videos with women, so you can get it up.

Then you just groan and say you came. They take too long.

Who's Mr. Luck? This one? That guy here?

Attention, ladies and ladies...

to give the award to the winner of the ''Ass of the Month''...

the only person to win two consecutive times...

the wonderful Jair!

This contest is not the only attraction for you.

And last but not least...

when they have a sign like that, don't go.

You suck, but don't know whom.

-You never come? -With a fag?

Never.

And on Saturdays, Night of the Blackout...

Even whores fake? Well,could be.

Working dignifies, but faking glorifies.

l sincerely preferterrorism.

Hello, Vinicius. Hi.

Handsome!

Has he been eating well?

Hi, Carlinha.

-She has just arrived. -How pretty!

-What 's her name? -Paula.

Paula? Hello, Paulinha.

-She's light, isn't she? -She needs to put on some weight.

Did she do all exams: feces, urine, blood?

-Everything's perfect. -Great.

You're ready, Paulinha.

Are you ready? Are you ready?

Oh, pretty little girl!

But if we invented anothercareer for Amanda...

It wouldn't be a lie, the same way It wasn't a lie...

to invent her bucolic past.

We've been here for two months.

Come in and l'll show you everything in detail.

-My assistant, Ana. -Good morning.

These have just arrived...

but l already have jobs for them.

What is your position about the commercial use of lndian image?

We only provide conditions for lndians...

to enter the labor market with dignity.

You can't criticize us, because the competition with blacks...

made us take their space on television.

No one mentions that the blacks have pressured...

so they won't play only minor roles on TV.

That 's a dignified position. But there's the question of demand.

lf there is a space, another group comes and takes it.

ls it true a Dutch bank is behind this enterprise?

Any time is appropriate for someone to assume these facts.

lf Europeans wiped out 9O�/o of the lndians...

it 's just fair they make it up to it some way.

Some say it 's too late. lt could be.

But if we don't do something now, while they are still alive...

then, it will be too late.

-Hi! How was your trip? -Fine.

Let 's go, they're waiting. Did you bring the kidneys?

What do you think?

ROND�NlA NORTH REGlON

Good to know there are places one can destroy explicItly...

like this:wIth no meaningwhatsoever.

It's the only thing men know how to do well together:

destroy.

We are well adapted forthis.

At last, a place preserved from the dictatorship of happiness.

ln spite of the rules, one has the freedom to destroy what he wants.

Each one for himself and God for all.

lf we are good Christians, not even God will interfere.

-Did you understand? -What?

-Don't you go to church? -l do. So what?

Here's the Christian rule l mentioned.

Shit outside your own house, love and kill your father...

crowd the planet with people and devour what 's left.

How could God interfere?

God was the Almighty only when He created things.

Aftereverything had been created...

man became the Almighty, of course.

After all,his life is based on disaster...

on the destruction of anything he himself did not create.

Man doesn't destroy because he is bad...

but because he can't do It any otherway.

He is so adapted to destruction...

that if he destroyed wIthout respecting any rules...

he would end up annihilating himself.

At the end,no rule can restrain the destruction.

Rules only serve to transform the destruction...

in a show forthose in power.

Powerwhich is just the pleasure one feels...

when one can say what must be destroyed.

The joy of pretending this destruction is constructive.

By law, you should have seat-belts back here, but there aren't any.

Can l ask you a favor? Could you drive slowly, please?

Let 's go downtown. To Santa Luzia.

-Santa Luzia? -Right. Slowly, okay?

l have a problem with speed. l feel sick.

Please.

Okay, l get it.

You'll only slow down if l get sick to my stomach?

lf l vomit here, your car will get dirty.

Then you...

you have no sympathy!

-That 's too bad. -For God's sake!

Watch the traffic lights!

Those three color lights are not for decoration.

lf you do that in Europe, you lose your driver's license!

And then you complain about Brazil.

You throw garbage in the street, then wonder why it 's flooded.

House gets flooded?

Complain about the mayor. You could have huge drainpipes...

and you'd throw your furniture in the sewage.

-Sympathy? Not even if l beg! -What 's up, man?

You're complaining l go too fast for you? Europe's better?

-Better. -Now fuck off!

Watch out the sign!

Gabriel?

Stop playing horsy. Now l want to play doggie.

Stop it, Osvaldo.

-Mrs. Maria Alice, you're back? -What the fuck is this?

-Where's Gabriel? -At a friend's. Do you remember?

He complained and you let him go. l was going to clean it all up.

l'm in your bed with Osvaldo...

because l wanted to do like you and Mr. Carlos on Saturdays...

...when you get videos... -Get him out then we'll talk.

l've always obeyed you. l'm not here to mess with you.

No use explaining. Now it 's too late.

-Over there, lady. -Stop it, Osvaldo.

-lf you call the police, l'll kill you! -Josilene, get this man out.

Get him out. We'll work this out. No police.

l work here because we're friends since children.

-l even fixed dessert... -l said shut up. Lean over, lady!

Josilene, l'm ordering you. Get him out.

Are you crazy? He's gonna kill you and you're giving orders?

All you do is order? You think you're better than me?

-You're right, cut her open! -Shut up!

You've always been a bitch. At least Mr. Carlos is honest.

You don't even notice the bitch you are.

Come with me!

Josilene!

-Come with me. Shit! -You're gonna hurt her.

-Let go of me. -Take your hands off her.

Let go of me!

-What time is it, son? -l don't have a watch.

-And the one your father gave you? -l'm afraid they'd steal it.

Ridiculous, Gabriel.

-That boy has a watch. Ask him. -Mom, no!

Please, Gabriel.

What time is it?

Hand over the tennis shoes! Quick! Come on, boy.

Hand them over, fast!

-Now scram! -Grab him!

-Let me go! -You bum!

Stop it!

-What 's going on? -No, mom! Let 's go home.

-Wait here, Gabriel. -No, mom!

Young man, please stop!

Young man, stop this violence!

lt won't solve anything. You'll hurt him.

Stop it, Gabriel.

-He robbed me! He robbed me. -Gabriel, stop it!

-He robbed me! -Gabriel!

-l hate you! -Gabriel, stop it!

-Stop it, son! -l hate you!

He robbed me!

This is for you.

You like it?

Beautiful!

A bunny.

A little golf club.

Can you carry it all?

This is perfect for you.

She gave me all this!

-Look at this, guys! -Where did you get the stuff?

-That 's cool! -Give me that! Give me that!

They say charIty isn't revolutionary.

l have no problem being charItable.

The neo-liberal logic says that revolution is doing nothing...

Tolerating inequalIty.

BullshIt!

The State must have Its role.

The State has to give crack to street kids.

Since they'll die of cold, dampness,Itch,anyway...

then let them die happy, completely numb.

You think you can become a First World waiter in a few days.

The First World isn't for me.

First World is for employers, not for employees.

lt 's no use doing this terrible submission act on me.

You leave me with no options.

lf l try to be humble, you won't believe me.

And if l don't, it 'll get worse, right?

What an intelligent young man!

lt 's a real waste your being a waiter.

Are you saying that to fire me or to praise me?

Don't worry. l always give a second chance.

My mother used to say we must give a second chance.

Your mother...

your mother won't be sorry.

She was never sorry. She used to say...

firing help isn't fun. Fun is to humiliate.

-What is it? -l had a fight.

You should be happy...

to have such a dedicated employee who arrives so early.

Come in.

l don't believe it!

Don't you want to have sex?

Or do you only fuck guys from Bahia?

Now you disappointed me. You're as intelligent as prejudiced.

Do you think you're better because of your pretty blue eyes?

BOM FUTURO, ROND�NlA

Come here.

Let it go.

You again? Go care for your leg. This is no clinic.

l'm done with you. Get out!

Please!

-ls there any flight today? -No, sir.

-Any trucks leaving? -There's only one road.

-The bridge is broken. -But my leg? What about my leg?

Your leg is your problem.

lt 's not my fault. Go take care of that rotten leg.

lt 's not possible there's no way out of here.

Sandro, see if the truck's here. Look...

this is burning time, no planes can take off.

You should know how things work here.

-You won't do anything? -No, l won't.

Excuse me, l have better things to do. Go on, scram!

Beat it!

RealIty doesn't interest people.

No use showing them realIty. They act as if It were fiction.

Why waste my time explaining?

Just to pretend l understand better?

It's better just to register facts.

That way l can pretend differently each time.

Rearrange realIty according to the moment.

Or just not interpret at all.

Registerthe facts. Nothing more.

Registerthe facts. That's all.

Adam, what are you doing here?

Stop it, Adam. Get out of here. Go away, boy.

-Get out of here. -What? Are we buddies now?

-What 's going on? -l have nothing to do with it.

He came here knocking on the back door.

l'll call the police. Stop it.

You don't work here anymore.

Leave or l'll call the police.

lf you want something, let 's be civilized.

Civilized? Go care for your clients...

for your pregnant women.

Sorry, you're not going to bother me today.

You know l thought l really wanted to bother you.

But that way l wouldn't get anywhere.

l'd only get a chance to prove you're right.

Remember? Fun is to humiliate.

You can go now, you're already bothering.

l fired you because you don't work well. Nothing personal.

No, l don't want anything.

What l really wanted is that you screw up my boss here.

Yeah. He screwed me.

And you, like a good employee, should screw him.

When your boss screws you...

you can count on me to help you screw him.

Don't you understand? You don't get it?

You've never been screwed by your boss?

Of course you have.

This place is full of bosses.

You never thought about it?

Have you thought about it? You have to take advantage.

You! Have you ever been screwed by your boss?

So what do we do to him?

We earn his bread with the sweat of our brow.

Let me socialize with these folks.

l'm sorry. l'm sorry. My mistake.

This isn't violence. This isn't violence.

lt 's terrorism. Quite different.

-You're being pathetic. -Me? Pathetic?

Don't you like my giving up violence?

People! People!

Violence isn't scary. Violence is easily controlled.

You understand? You understand?

You have to explode. You have to terrorize.

Got it?

Scare the big bosses. That 's what you need.

lf he's a bastard, he has to live in fear. Got it?

-Got the picture or not? -Yeah!

My boss doesn't need to know if he'll be fucked today or tomorrow.

He needs to live knowing he's going to be fucked.

-ls that right or what? -Right.

Folks, before l forget it.

This is my dirty boss.

Look at that!

First World. They got here fast.

-Excuse me. Good afternoon. -Good afternoon.

-You started this commotion? -No. lt was my boss.

He fucked me and then fired me. lt 's cool now.

Come with us, please.

Luis, Luis! To humiliate isn't enough.

lt has to end for good. For good!

My God! lt 's him again. What a problem l've got.

Calm down!

Now look, that 's enough!

Shut the fuck up!

Easy! l'll cooperate.

You fag, where's the dough? Tell us.

-Money, damn it! -The money, shit!

-Talk! Where's the money? -Let 's go!

How do l open this? Tell me! Come on!

lt 's difficult.

The guy just shitted all over himself.

-New waiter? -Yes, he is also from Curitiba.

You're hopeless, Luis.

-And that other guy? -Adam. l fired him.

Should have had him killed.

l'm working on the project for selling plant extracts again.

This time, l'll target the American market.

They're more sympathetic to this type of thing.

Who knows? Maybe you'll visit me in New York.

They're way ahead of us in the protection of minorities.

Violence there is more civilized.

l'll go to New York, too.

Even if the country's improving...

l understand your resentment, Luis.

lt 's a question of mental health, not resentment.

l think you're the ones who are resented for staying here.

Who says we want to go? You don't understand a thing.

Each one understands facts as they can.

lf you stay, own up the resentment of those who oppress.

And not of those who are oppressed.

What the heck was that?

Who do you think you are? What the heck?

Excuse me.

l must take care of something with Professor Alfredo. Excuse me.

So, you need a complement to your budget once more?

Writing books doesn't fill anyone's pocket.

This time it 's kidneys.

The contact will meet you in Porto Alegre.

Here are all the compatibility exams.

The patient is the son of a rich engineer in the city.

-l need the material there early. -Rest assured.

Have l ever failed on a delivery?

A...

A what?

A toast... to New York.

He's proposing a toast to New York.

To New York!

My God!

What happened?

Oh, my God! lt 's not my fault.

lt 's not my fault. l wasn't going the wrong way.

l was obeying the speed limit.

My car is brand new, no brake problems.

You must cross in the crosswalk. So where's the crosswalk?

There isn't any. That 's the law.

l know the law. l obey the law.

lf kids don't know the law, they should be with their parents.

But if the parents can't be with their kids...

the law should punish the irresponsible parents.

And not me. l obey the law.

Now, if kids don't have parents...

what can l do? lt 's not my fault.

The fact is l have an appointment.

And l'm already late.

And l don't intend to be late just because l obey the law.

Son, mom's gonna read you a prayer.

So you can sleep in peace.

The Lord is my shepherd, l shall not be in want.

lf l am never in need, l will never lack for peace...

tranquillity, the love of your mom...

the caring of the Lord, you understand?

Because the Holy Spirit is watching over my little boy.

lf the Lord is my shepherd and l shall not be in want...

then you'll never be in want for bread.

And you'll never be in want for a plate of food...

because the Father won't let that happen.

Your mom takes pride in being poor, you hear?

That 's right. Your mom's happiness is being poor.

Because way down in my heart, l feel rich.

Because l have a wonderful son.

Mom says you should touch nothing that 's not yours.

lf they give it to you, you can take it. Not before.

Mom wants you to be raised like this.

We're poor, but we're honest.

You'll be a great man. Mom sure hopes so.

C APTlONS VlDEOLAR