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Violeta told me every day:

People are born either with a silver spoon or covered in shit.

It's not easy being the son of a whore

who died from drinking kerosene.

That's why the woman who raised me nicknamed me Kerosene.

OK, so she gave me a home, food, and sent me to school...

But she also beat the shit out of me in rage.

Rage can't be shaken off.

Rage is given, not asked for.

- Put that bitch's kid in hospital! - No room, Violeta.

Get that kid out the minute she's through!

You tell her!

What the...

You bitch, show some fucking respect!

They're out of control!

Damn it!

This ain't no maternity ward for whores!

Fucking shit!

What a fucking day for that slut to give birth!

I'm so jealous!

Looks like you.

Don't you think?

How adorable!

Four fucked-up whores playing mommy!

Give me a break!

Leave that kid outside a convent for the nuns.

If they still exist!

Send it to a nursery, send it to wherever you like...

But it ain't staying here!

You're throwing me out?

You're throwing me out, Violeta?

Yes, I'm throwing you out.

Who got pregnant?

Who had the kid?

Is this my fucking responsibility? No way!

Fuck off!

Old bitch!

Heartless old bitch!

I'll raise you myself.

BASED ON THE WORK OF PLINIO MARCOS

Hey, sleepyhead!

Come on, let's go!

"I... Give a cigarrette, please?"

- Cigarrette? - That's lt!

- No, I don't smoke.) - Gringo?)

I don't speak Portuguese.

Holy shit!

Look at this!

Ever seen this much, Kero?

Here. Hold on to it.

I do the counting! Relax!

Easy, Cookie!

Sleepyhead! Fatso!

Easier than you thought, Kero?

Was it hard? No problem, right?

Didn't he come through, Cookie?

He almost screwed up.

Give him a break.

Here's your cut.

Here's yours, Cookie. I took mine.

The guys who carry weapons get bigger cuts!

That's not fair! You're armed, but what about Cookie?

- Mine's here. - That's no weapon!

Wanna bet?

This saved my ass many times in reform school!

No guns in that shithole. Only knives! Knives!

Besides, you almost screwed up the whole job.

Don't fuck with me, Cookie!

Is fighting all you know?

Out of line... Both of you are out of line!

Yo, Kero. What's the problem, man?

He gets more because he has a track record.

You just started.

Your turn will come. You'll get your chance.

Let's go.

Listen up...

I'm taking this. I need it. Got it?

See you, dude!

Now that's nice! Come here, come here.

It's cool, it's cool. Let's go in.

This is top, bro.

Famous brands!

- This is tough. - It'll look great.

Like it?

Try it on.

No need, dude. It'll fit fine.

Are you crazy? You need to, man!

You can't go dancing looking like a mess! No way!

Lady, where's the changing room?

Check it out!

This kid's my bro. He's with me.

What you been waiting for?

For you!

I'm here now!

Go in thirsty?

We need drinks!

Bro, buy us some beers. Go on, go!

You know nothing?

You know nothing, but you have the gringo's stuff.

His watch, his chain and all...

You're no saint. You already did 14 years!

You can't fool an old dog like me!

Come clean with me!

I never saw no gringo, I told you.

So where'd you get that stuff?

I bought it, sir. I stole nothing.

- Bought it from who? - Some guy.

- What's his name? - I don't know.

Go and beat the shit out of him!

Hold on! No need to get rough!

Then collaborate!

- Where'd you buy it? - From some kid.

What's his name?

- Kero. - Speak up!

The kid's name is Kero!

Police! Get down and drop that thing!

Nice and easy. Now against the truck!

That's it.

I was just washing the truck!

With a wrench?

I was washing the toolbox, sir.

Tell it to the precinct, kid.

Let's go.

- He says you mugged him. - Not me, sir.

It wasn't you, kid?

We already got Tainha. He told us everything.

We know you sold him the gringo's stuff.

Tell us who else is mixed up in this.

I don't know any Tainha. I'm just a worker.

I wash trucks at the port.

If I robbed that gringo, why would I be on the streets?

I'd be at home with the cash.

This kid is trying my patience.

Listen, I'm about to send you down for a beating.

Start talking straight!

- I sold it. - Alright.

Tell me exactly what happened.

- I sold what was mine. - Yours?

Stop playing around.

Why would a gringo give you his watch and stuff?

To fuck him in the ass!

He gave me his money and stuff to fuck him.

But I'm a real man, so I didn't.

I'm a real man.

I swear, sir, on my own mother.

I couldn't believe he offered me all that stuff.

But I ran off with the stuff, as fast as I could.

Listen, I want to know...

What about the black kid?

The gringo is lying.

He invented those other guys.

So he wouldn't look bad.

What do you think?

He's bullshitting.

Let the judge decide.

Sir, you told me to tell the truth.

I told you the truth!

Sir!

Go out there.

Hey, Kero! What's up?

- What you in for? - A code 157.

You're a real thief now!

How's it going, dude?

You remember Dutra?

You finally made it to the house, bro!

That's Pedrinha.

- I seen him on the outside. - That's Cocada.

This is Kero.

Kero? What the fuck is that?

Is that a name?

Be cool, dudes.

I heard what happened, bro.

I heard what happened to you on the outside.

His old lady drank kerosene thinking it was alcohol.

We'll call you Kerosene in here.

That's what you think, asshole!

What's wrong? No need to get nervous, dude.

You stupid enough to eat shit?

You must be a stupid shit to talk about a guy's mother?

- Be cool, man. He's new. - Stay out of this!

This is between me and you.

You gotta show respect here, man. Your old lady drank kerosene?

You're gonna drink piss.

Another thing... if you're hungry for dick, you'll get it here.

Don't fuck with me!

Fuck you, man!

A lot of bandidos turn queer in here.

They become real fags!

You must be a fag already, right?

Your ass belongs to us now!

For fuck's sake!

What was wrong with my head when I took you in?

Stay in there, son. Stay put!

Maybe the whore who had you

will come and take you to hell with her!

Fucking hell!

Kerosene?

Kerosene!

Are you dead?

No.

- Who are you? - I'm Fly, another inmate.

- What do you want, bro? - I brought food.

- Give it to me. - Here.

Cocada is in the infirmary.

The bastard didn't die?

Almost.

They're gonna get you when you get out of here.

They swear to fuck your ass.

- They're tough. - Yeah, right!

Got a cigarette?

No, but I wouldn't give you one anyway.

Then fuck off, man! Quit bugging me! Fuck you!

You think you're so tough.

But they'll fuck your ass and call you Kerosene.

Fuck off, dude! Go fuck yourself, faggot!

Fucking asshole!

Why, Mom?

Why did you bring me into this world?

Look at me, Mom!

I'm fucking nothing. I've always been fucked.

I live by chance...

I sleep by chance, beg to eat... What's the use, Mom?

It kills you.

It turns you bad, Mom!

But I'll find a gun.

I swear on this light shining on me...

I'll be Kero, bat out of hell! I'll show them!

You'll see, Mother.

Today's the day, Kero.

Are you nervous?

Want to go for a ride, princess?

After the first time, you'll learn to like it.

That's right, bro.

Sweetie...

Don't count on the guards. No one can help. You're ours now.

Move over, bro.

Help me. I'm fucked.

You fucked yourself, man.

If I help, then I'm fucked. I can't do nothing.

Kero, you want out of this mess? Then I'll tell you what to do.

Let one of them fuck you. Then the others won't touch you.

I'm a real man!

In here, there's none of that real man stuff.

In here, they'll kill you as soon as look at you.

This ain't the streets, dude. In here, things are different.

Our asses will be on the line, if we side with you. Got it?

You're on your own. Don't count on us, man.

Don't get upset. Just shut up and eat.

We're outta here, guys.

You're about to see live scenes from a Cidade Aberta suburb...

Police are hunting kidnappers of a businessman's daughter...

You're about to see live on TV...

Scenes of the police raid of the kidnappers' hideout...

See details of the manhunt right after the commercial break...

Time for bed! Go on!

I have to go home. Go to bed!

What about you?

Get to bed, slacker!

It's just talk. That's all.

They won't do anything.

It's bullshit, believe me.

I'll take you. Let's go.

That's where you sleep. Go inside.

Go on.

I'll leave you now, boys.

Lights out!

You have stitches.

Turn over so I can dress them.

Lift your leg a little.

Who did this?

I dunno.

Don't know or won't tell?

I don't know.

You can put your leg down.

I can only put cotton on it. We don't have plaster.

You have to take it easy for it to heal.

Kerosene, go clean in there. The floor's covered in piss.

You're doing it all wrong! Get out the way, move!

Take the water. Throw it on the walls...

Then scrub it. Clean the tiles.

Scrub really hard. Go on.

Do it right!

Scrub hard!

- Here. - Here.

- Who's foul? - He's foul.

Goal!

Get out of here!

Give me the ball!

Lights out!

Good night, guys.

OK, you little shits...

Rumor has it we're getting a surprise visit tomorrow.

The authorities are coming by to visit tomorrow.

Pay attention, son!

I don't want any of you shits opening your mouths.

No trying to show off.

If you do, things will heat up. The whip will come down...

- Got that? - Yes, sir!

- Louder, damn it! - Yes, sir!

That's better.

Too bad I have to say everything twice!

The boys will be excused for a little break

to chat with the authorities.

OK, boys. Let's clear up.

It's OK in here.

Better than on the outside. Here, we can eat.

Here, we have a place to sleep.

There are activities so our minds don't wander.

I like it here, sir.

Alright.

What do you feel in here?

Hate... Rage.

Do you have plans when you get out of here?

Yes.

To get a gun.

What's your name?

Jeronimo Da Piedade.

Any nickname?

Kero.

Father?

Unknown.

Mother?

Alzira Da Piedade. Deceased.

I need your professionalism. I have to fix something with my wife.

- But it's lunchtime. - Come on. Do it.

Hurry or I'll be late.

Come on, son.

Don't be mad.

We'll have a long talk later.

Do it right.

Listen up, boys. Please stand humbly and give thanks to God.

First, let's thank God for the food on our table today.

May God pray for our families and their lives on the outside.

Let there be peace and freedom for all in this house.

Let us humbly pray...

Our Father who art in Heaven,

hallowed be Thy name. Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done,

on earth, as it is in Heaven...

You dirtied my sock, damn it!

- Go fuck yourself! - Fuck you!

Little bastard!

Give me my food!

Give me my fucking food!

I'm talking to you!

Look at this mess! Where do you think you are?

See the mess you made?

Lick it clean, son of a bitch!

You're looking for trouble!

Don't fuck with me, kid!

It's OK.

I got it under control.

It's between me and this punk.

We both got overheated, son.

We made a mess.

Let's calm down and no one will get hurt, OK?

- Calm down, my ass! - I'm talking to the kid.

This is between me and him.

Let's forget it and cool down.

I have those family problems.

You're angry about life in here.

Everything will be alright.

- Guard, you're afraid! - Stab him!

Stab him! Stab him!

Hey, man. Can you take me across? I'm broke.

Dona Quita...

Get Nana. I need to talk to him.

What are you talking about, brat? This is a house of ladies.

There's no Nana here.

I'm no brat, you old bag!

Get Nana or I'll chase away the clients!

Go on!

A man's here to see you!

A man for me?

Well, well...

Look who's here!

Small world, isn't it, Kero?

Business is already bad. And you arrive looking like that?

I need to talk to you.

In the bedroom, darling.

Talk, talk, talk... What a waste of time!

Seeing you makes me want to care for you, put you on my lap...

Let me dry your back.

Come here, cutie.

You're soaking wet. You'll catch pneumonia.

I hate it when you run off and don't send news!

I can imagine what you've been up to this time!

Here, get dressed.

I'm not wearing that!

Kero, don't start. Put this on right now.

Give me your arm.

Now, the other one.

- Isn't that better? - Stop it!

What's the matter?

You know how I get when I'm hungry.

And?

Got anything to eat?

Just what I need!

Look, let's make a deal.

I'll give you something to eat.

And you let me be your woman.

You always want something in return.

Is it a deal or not?

Alright, alright.

- What do you want? - Anything.

Anything? Not just anything for my big man Kero!

Something strong. Choose!

Anything, but a lot.

As much as you want.

- Hurry, I'm hungry. - I'm going.

Faggot son of a bitch!

- Tell me about your bad dream, Kero. - I don't want to.

Where did you go last night?

For a walk.

- With who? - Alone.

That's your problem, Kero. You're always alone.

No friends, no girlfriend, no family, no one.

Better alone than in bad company.

Do you ever pray, Kero?

I pray every night for a gun.

Honey, that's devil talk!

Come with me to church, Kero. It will better your life.

- No thanks, Gina. - Just try.

I don't like that stuff.

- Got some dirty laundry? - Yes.

Bring it to me.

But don't make it a habit!

There's nothing pleasing left in the world

Peace is promised, but pain comes

The joy of life

I'll find it elsewhere

I hope so

Somewhere else

Some other life

Where my dream of seeing Jesus

and feeling Him look at me

My heart is waiting

My soul yearns

I can hardly wait for the day

The sweet day

When I shall be

Somewhere else

Some other life

God, I beseech you,

in the name of Jesus... May this brother in need,

who came here seeking peace, in such real need...

May his enemies stop persecuting him.

For from this moment on, upon entering God's house,

he shall find peace.

From this moment on, Jesus will be in his heart.

He will be free, in Jesus' name!

Lord have mercy, free us of all chains,

of all enemies... I beg you, Jesus.

Give us light, may Jesus reign victorious...

Our brother's head will rise and sing victorious, I know,

for he is in God's house.

In the name of Jesus, I beg you, free our friend!

I was one hell of a defender. No one got past me.

When a striker came at me, I'd stop and tell him:

"Need something in the penalty area? I can fetch it for you!"

Then guess what?

An ass trotted onto the field.

No, not your father.

So I punched him in the face.

Knocked him out with one punch! He was like this...

He fell at a corner.

What a fucking day!

- And the final score, Brandao? - We lost.

But I won some respect! Now, back to work.

You were five minutes late!

- Gina's like a mother. - She's really cool.

Yes, she's really super cool.

Did she raise you?

No, she didn't. I was raised by Violeta.

She was a real bitch, an old hag.

She beat me, abused me, cursed at me.

Jeronimo, your life is better now.

I'm sure it won't stop getting better every day.

I have faith in that.

You're really cool.

I should go.

Don't forget to tell Gina about my birthday.

- Don't worry. I won't forget. - Come with her.

Sure!

I'll take these. Not this one.

- All this rain! - You said it!

I can't take it. Clothes won't dry. Everything stays damp.

God forgive me, but I hate rain.

So are you going to the pastor's daughter's birthday?

Sure. I'm saving up to buy her a present.

Buy anything. Lica's a simple girl.

I found the present.

- What is it? - A music box.

A music box!

Gina, got a coin to toss my way?

You know my situation. I would if I could.

- Don't worry. That's OK. - I'm sorry.

I don't need much. Some friends will lend me the rest.

The rain's letting up.

I'll make a run for it.

- Don't stay out late. - Sure, sure.

Hey, Brandao!

You OK, Kero?

Hey, Brandao!

- Hey, man! - Want to play, bro?

- Want to try your luck? - Sure!

- This machine is broken! - It won't take money.

Don't kick it, Brandao.

Want to play pool, bro?

They call me Gold Stick...

For pool and this!

- Stop it, Brandao! - You touched it!

Are we playing or not?

I only play for money.

Ten per game, bro.

Have you lost your mind, kid? Ten per game?

- Plus the cost of the table. - Plus the table?

I'll take all his money! Let's go, kid!

I'll take all his money!

I'll take all your money, loser!

You'll never act big again. This is a man's game, kid.

I only have an hour.

And he's in a hurry!

Go on, you break. You break. Go on!

Watch why I'm called Gold Stick! Do I use this stick or that one?

Just play!

Watch this, kid.

Watch how a man plays, punk!

And the crowd screams: Brandao, Brandao, Brandao!

Bring me a beer!

And some salami and cheese, too!

Brandao, Brandao...

Your turn, Kero. Show us what you got!

Take that, Brandao!

You hustling me, kid?

- Move that, please. - It's in your way?

I hate being in the way!

Take that, Brandao!

You're not the only one who can play!

What's with the long face, Brandao? Not enjoying the game?

I'm loving it!

Think that's funny, kid? Having a big laugh?

- It's over, Brandao! - Not yet, kid!

Watch out, kid!

Careful!

You're shaking!

You missed, man.

Kid, asking help from God would make it too easy for me!

Watch this, kid.

Brandao, Brandao...

It's not over, kid.

Watch this, kid.

Those balls keep dropping!

There goes Brandao!

Here it comes...

He's ready, he aims... Watch him take this one.

And game over!

Brandao is the best!

He's the Gold Stick!

Kero got screwed!

The kid got screwed!

I'll pay up tomorrow morning.

You're crazy! We played today, not tomorrow.

We played today, you pay today.

I know, man. But I'm broke.

You're what?

I'm broke, bro. I'll pay you tomorrow.

Like fuck you will!

You play around with me like I'm some kind of clown?

Don't clown with me, kid!

- I want my money, punk! - Easy, Brandao!

I'll pay you tomorrow.

Tomorrow? You can't pay today, but you will tomorrow?

You plan on selling your ass?

- Don't screw with me, Brandao. - You gonna sell your ass?

You're screwing with me, kid!

Get out of here and go get my money!

Then let me go, Brandao.

Get out! Get out!

By midnight, you hear?

Another drink?

No thanks.

Against the wall, kid!

Remember me?

Take a good look. Remember?

No.

I remember you.

You're Kerosene.

My name's Sabara.

I caught you with the wrench. Remember?

The gringo, the chain, the gold watch...

I did my time, man.

Like hell you did!

I don't get it.

A fugitive like you...

Picking a fight like that?

What a story!

Don't like my story, kid?

I know you. I've got your file.

You're a reform school fugitive, the leader of that rebellion.

You maimed a guard.

They're dying to have you back.

What do you want?

Now we're talking the same language.

Your freedom has a price now.

350 to me every Sunday at the bar. Understood?

Or it's straight back to reform school. Got it?

I'll send you back to that hellhole, kid.

I'm warning you!

- How much you got? - Ten.

I'm outta here. Gimme one more.

Hey, Fly!

Kerosene? What the fuck do you want?

Put the gun down, bro.

Why should I? You want to fuck me now?

Tired of taking it up the ass at reform school?

Fucking reform school faggot!

- What the fuck you want? - I came to talk, bro.

Talk? I don't want to talk to you.

I heard you're doing OK for yourself.

I was born to do OK.

I was nothing in reform school.

I was dumb Fly who cleaned everyone's shit.

Not out here, dude.

I'm Fly who flies high, a real bandido.

- You're lucky. - No, I'm smart, dude...

- Shit, Kerosene! - It's Kero!

Mr Kero, for you!

Don't shoot, Mr Kero!

I'll show you who's the reform school faggot!

Who's the faggot now?

Who is it, dude?

You still clean everyone's shit.

You're an informer. I'll kill you!

Don't, bro.

What's that smell?

You shit your pants!

Fuck you, you dumbass!

Fuck you, asshole!

Look at me!

I won't kill you. Know why?

Because you shit yourself!

Never forget I scared you shitless, you clown!

You shit! Give me the money!

Go in the corner, motherfucker!

Don't move, asshole!

You shitter!

See these clothes, Lica? They were for your party.

What's wrong, Jeronimo? What happened?

I like when you call me Jeronimo.

I'm another guy. A better guy.

That's who I want to be.

But that dream...

The bastards took it from me!

That's a gun on you.

Jeronimo!

Jeronimo's dead. This is Kero standing here.

He's a street kid, humiliated since birth.

He grew up with hate.

But I'm here to tell you, Lica...

I really like you.

If I can't be Lica's Jeronimo,

I don't want to be anyone.

You were a mother to me, Gina.

God bless you for everything you did for me.

Forgive me, if you see me again.

If I don't come back, live in peace.

Imagine me with my mom somewhere better than the life I lived.

A kiss from Kero.

Is Sabara around?

Brandao's around. Get out of here.

Forget Brandao. I'm looking for Sabara.

He left a while ago.

Go on, kid. Get out of here.

- You son of a bitch! - Stop, Brandao!

I'm not after you.

- Sabara's not around? - He left.

Here's what I owe you.

Sabara!

Kerosene!

It's been a while. Finally showing up?

- Sure. - So I see.

I got something for you.

Great! Bring it over.

Give me what's mine. Then have some fun.

- You want it? - Yes.

Then take it!

He's bleeding!

Need some help, man?

Take it easy! Let's get out of here.

And I thought to myself:

You shameless bitch, stick the kid in your ass.