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The century began when electricity was discovered

and Lenin said: "Communism equals socialism plus electricity."

When Planck, Bohr, Einstein, Eisenberg researched

the atom, light, energy and the structure of movement.

When Modigliani, Kafka and James Joyce released despair unto the modern soul.

When Europeans abandoned Asia and Africa

and two acronyms appeared:

It's a man from Hunan who writes poetry

whose name is Mao Tse-tung.

He fought to end the Japanese invasion,

he married an actress,

he wrote about guerrilla warfare.

It's all this, my dear actor, whose name I don't know,

but who is my actor.

The actor in my film.

It's the modern world, agitating

inside the intestines of our generation.

And we didn't do anything.

We just kept on singing "Com Açúcar, Com Afeto".

KEEP TRACK OF TIME

Regina!

Regina!

Open the door, Regina!

I've got a gift for you.

I want you to know it's a bloody gift, Regina!

Open the door, Regina!

Regina!

It's a golden bracelet from a rich woman's corpse!

Open the door, Regina!

- Want an orange? - No, thanks.

No problem. No need to get upset.

Sorry. I'm very nervous.

Sometimes it seems I'm just a nobody.

I get this urge to go away.

I'm a truck driver.

I know Brazil from north to south, east to west.

Our people don't know their own country.

You get this feeling once you go out there.

The truck goes on and on, you see nothing but grass.

You feel like crying, like singing.

You city folks should move there.

Definitively.

In deep Brazil.

The state of Amazonas is going to be populated.

That's not what I mean.

No... It's nothing like that.

You remind me of my brother Celso.

He died run over by a train in Santa Catarina.

I've been so lonely for the longest time.

I miss people.

Sorry, it's nothing like that.

Go away.

You can't fathom the confusion I feel.

You know?

There's a lot there.

Dead dogs, matters of the road...

I feel disconnected from everything. In a weird way.

Go away.

Take the orange.

Don't laugh.

Go, before it rains.

Oh, I see a camera in your hand.

Does the lady enjoy the seventh art?

Huh?

Can I act in your film?

Why? Are you an actor?

No, I'm not. Are you a director?

No, but I'm going to be.

Then I'm going to be an actor.

Show me, then.

Go on.

Let me show you.

If I were in a film right now I'd give a speech.

About what?

I don't know. About everything.

About life. Death. The eternal things in the world.

I love westerns!

Westerns and crime films!

I'm Billy the Kid!

Shoot the old man! Shoot him!

Greetings!

Greetings!

Noble spectators of this film.

After the death of God, everything is allowed.

After Hiroshima, Dachau, Vietnam...

Everything... Everything is allowed.

The gasoline-drenched body of Commander Ernesto Che Guevara

burns still. It sets fire to the fields of Latin America.

A place which has also been called

Latrine America!

Yes, we've got bananas Bananas aplenty

Bananas, girl They have vitamins

Bananas are good for your weight and growth

Are you into movies too?

I used to be.

Now I only watch war documentaries on TV.

I can't stand anything else.

What's your film about?

I don't know...

About nothing. About everything.

About life and death.

Or, if you like, about fearing the bomb.

Some say the bomb is not a national concern.

But I think if it's dropped, everyone will be affected.

Every single one of us.

Nobody is innocent.

Not once we realize society is founded on the blood of the people.

No one is innocent anymore.

I think my film is a mix of

a crime film, a western, Vietnam and Amazon.

What do you mean, "Amazon"?

Many things. It's an adjective I came up with.

"Amazon" means everything that's ours.

It's big. It attracts foreigners.

"Amazon" means hot, humid, unknown.

It's a continent. It's an alligator. Uranium and oil.

"Amazon" is love.

That's it.

Amazon Love! I've found the title of my film!

Amazon Love means palm trees, guaraná, rubber and quartzite.

Which planes need in order to fly and drop napalm over Asia.

On the heads of Asians with slanted eyes.

Which resemble the eyes of people from the Northeast.

What's your name?

My name doesn't matter. Much less my age.

Do you believe in God?

Yes. In a God that is all, embraces all,

but grants everyone freedom to follow their own path.

Cool. I can't believe.

If you love life a lot, it's the same thing.

God understands you.

See?

City Patrol!

Months ago, Édimo Cardoso was caught and sent off,

as determined by the judge,

to Vieira Ferreira prison,

where he was to remain for a long time.

But it just so happens

Edinho is no bird, and won't be kept in a cage.

So, a few days ago he flew away

fooling everybody.

Yesterday, however,

he fooled around and bothered so many people

that this morning he was found with his mouth full of lead.

- His body, riddled with bullets... - Oh, no!

I'm wooing this girl, but she's full of crap.

What about birth control pills? Are you for them?

I want to give myself lots of kids.

I'd like to have ten children.

On the other hand, I don't know.

The world is sad. We have to control the birth rate.

But no.

I'd like to have ten kids.

Good answer.

You have ten seconds to answer if you prefer cats or dogs.

Cats.

You're a hippie then?

Why?

If you pick dogs it means you're deeply in need of affection

like dogs are.

As you picked cats, it means you're independent, cold and distant,

just like cats. Cats are hippies.

Independence or death?

Independence!

I don't want to hear about it! Enough!

We're moving towards World War Three

and it's sad enough to witness it and not be able to do anything

besides films. Cinema.

But after World War Three we may have a classless society.

THE WORLD WILL BE HAPPY ONCE THE LAST CAPITALIST

IS STRANGLED WITH THE ENTRAILS OF THE LAST STALINIST.

Lots of mosquitoes here. I can't take it anymore.

- Are they sucking on you? - Yeah.

WHAT IS THE MENTAL STATE OF BRAZILIANS?

My blackness is my reason to struggle!

It's my concrete spit hitting you, white people

on your despicable way, acting like plantation owners

in the middle of the industrial age!

To you, I am a monkey!

But this is going to end!

Four hundred years of work in the cane fields, enslaved...

Even gold, even cotton...

Went to Portugal to build the wealth of Brazil!

Such work, which wasn't paid even minimum wage

we will collect, with high interest!

Very high interest!

The blood my race spilled to build the wealth

of many kings in Europe and over here,

will be collected, litre by litre,

drop by drop,

even if I have to personally behead one by one!

Maria!

So, these people are artists?

Yes. Got anything against artists?

I do.

I don't. I love artists.

I like painters. Painters who paint flowers.

Van Gogh!

Roses, daisies, sunflowers...

Flower power!

But that doesn't matter. All that matters is I'm into you.

That's serious...

but good!

Whose apartment is this?

It's Von Braun's. He's a scientist.

Scientists are the alchemists of our century.

They've committed a grave sin.

They've sold their secrets to the military.

Edson, you're getting better and better.

It's because I just ate two eggs.

Edson...

Do you want to get off the horse? Or go on sailing?

So, Maria, where did you meet that guy?

- Who? Edson? - Yeah.

At the movies.

Nowadays, things always start and end at the movies.

What do you mean?

I think you know what I mean.

What?! There's no racism?!

Here, racism is under the cloak of paternalism,

very much like Portuguese populism

Black people, here, are like...

Black people, here, are so oppressed

they don't even realize they're oppressed!

To be a member of Black Power is not to be a racist!

It is to fight racism with racism!

Like a revolutionary war against an imperialist war!

To end war!

That's what I think!

The only language white people understand is strength and violence.

So we shall be strong and violent.

Then, they'll say: "Wait a minute! Blacks are people!"

"Just like us!"

On that day we will achieve sovereignity and equality.

How many black engineers do you know?

How many expert technicians?

How many ministers, congressmen, judges?

One, two, three...

Black population in Brazil is immense!

Immense, like the raging sea!

How many Black presidents do you know?

Black Power is not a national movement of the United States.

It's an international movement which will start in Brazil shortly!

Wherever there is oppression of a Black population

us and Yellow people will bury this culture

of Gothic cathedrals, slavery and nazism!

To quote the poet Ginsberg: "Let's legalize pot."

Weed does no one harm.

Cigarettes are way worse. They give you cancer.

They ruin the insides of your body.

The legalization of weed, the emancipation of women

and the inclusion of China in global politics

are the most important facts of this century.

What about Einstein? Guevara? Trotsky?

Aren't they important?

Of course. Everything is important. Especially you.

Good evening. Are you a friend of Beth's?

No...

I came to this party by chance.

I'm Edson.

What's your name?

Silon. A nuclear physicist with an interest

in antimatter research.

Physics, metaphysics, ethics, aesthetics...

and the like.

It's a shame I didn't go to college.

Nowadays, you ought...

to be a scientist or a general. That's where it's at.

Or a pop singer.

I'm sleepy.

I wonder if I can sleep in this garden.

Too bad it's cold and there's lots of lights.

But I'd like to doze off.

Is that so?

Why, you can sleep at my house!

Perfect.

Are you coming?

Perfect!

Hello?

What?

At this time?

All right. I'll be right there.

So, the resulting terminology would identify the quantum root

as the following spatial coordinate...

I am free!

Long live all revolutions!

I want revenge!

He is a scientist, but I'm not.

And even so, I don't hate him.

That's a serious mistake! I should hate him!

Healthily!

Hatred is healthy!

This nation of Christians did away with the only valid thing.

Hatred!

Hatred to make war!

Hatred to make love!

Maria!

Maria!

A pure and simple name,

dating back to the time of the sweet legend of Jesus.

No, my dear, I'm not crazy.

Come over! I've got the apartment all to myself!

Yeah!

The address is Saudade Avenue, 20.

Do you have some money you can lend me?

No, I don't. I've got no money at all.

Do you know where I can get some?

I don't know...

Maybe with Basbaum.

Basbaum? Who's that?

He's a friend of my dad's.

I think he's a bookie or a smuggler.

I don't know.

But he's dangerous.

So is his business.

Who's afraid of danger?

Maria called and said some guy called Edson is coming over.

Oh, boss... Things are looking bad.

Where's that comic book I left on top of the fridge?

I still haven't finished it.

You overestimate politics.

You care too much about ideological issues.

It's a habit I developed in Spain.

Where's that comic book?

You know that cargo to Africa worked out.

But we had to pay a share to Eran's gang.

That guy's tough.

Come in!

Hello, Basbaum. How's it going?

Oh, Roger! You scoundrel!

Showing up only now?! Where have you been?

Any news regarding that cargo?

Nice to see you, Papanatas! What a nice surprise!

I was in Colombia, and I met that fellow... what's his name again?

Pagano.

Yes, Pagano!

Bastard... Take a seat.

- Want some Coke to drink? - No, thanks.

So, Roger... Are you happy with your life?

Of course!

Why did you send for me?

Easy, Roger... Easy. We've got plenty of time.

Let's take a stroll in the garden.

So, dear Papanatas. What time is it?

It's 6 AM.

6 AM...

That reminds me of many things.

Many poems...

The morning of the nightingales...

A French poem I studied at Sorbonne, when I first met Roger.

Funny.

There's a poem that goes:

"I am like the king of a rainy land"

Baudelaire.

French influence. We must do away with it!

What a weird thing to say, boss.

You called me to talk business, right?

- What time is it, Papas? - 6 AM, boss.

Still an hour until that guy gets here.

That's more than enough to talk business with Roger.

Boss... Boss...

I have something very important to say.

I want to find my comic book.

Roger, Roger...

You betrayed me in Três Lagoas, Corumbá, Cuiabá and Ponta Grossa.

Why did you do that?

This one had a pretty death, boss.

He died with his back against the wall.

As if facing a firing squad.

You can't get politics out of your head, Papanatas.

- You just can't. - After Spain, it's hard to.

Tell me something.

Are you happy?

Why that question, Papanatas?

I don't know.

What about you?

What's happiness, after all?

We kill people. We sell drugs and weapons.

We rob banks.

Is that a crime?

Don't forget what Brecht said:

Is there a worst crime than founding a bank?

I know, boss. But are you happy?

I ask in the metaphysical sense. You give me a political answer.

This won't do.

I want to know if you're happy.

I want concepts. Proverbs.

Your worldview.

It's all a big farce, my dear Papanatas.

We're the only ones who act accordingly.

I'm growing more and more skeptic.

I'm convinced that, in order to be happy,

one must have good humor, good health, and agility.

That's why every morning I do Chinese gymnastics.

Why don't you join me? It's good for your nerves.

Me?

It's the gymnastic of the Mandarins.

You're the mandarin, boss. I'm just a proletarian.

Nonsense, Papanatas.

Gao Qi, Mao Tse-tung, Ho Chi Minh.

They all do this in the morning.

- Try it with me. - All right.

Where were you going when I started filming you?

- I had a date. - With whom?

With destiny. A mystery.

It might be tragic. It might be comical.

- Decision is death. - Death or luck.

Was it an important date?

It's a guy named Basbaum.

Is he a friend of yours?

He's going to be my El Dorado.

My cash.

My victory.

I hope you're lucky.

Let me have a look at your hand.

The name of luck is Basbaum!

What's wrong?

Nothing. It's your fate.

I have to go.

No!

You can't leave without giving me your address.

Your name...

Maybe after this date I'll get rich.

Then we can even make a film together.

- Hey, don't go. - I have to.

Go, then. Go to your friend.

I'll meet you here in three days.

Cool.

- All right? - Perfect!

- Bye. - Really?

Trust me.

Hey, we have to finish that movie!

Oh, don't forget I love you so

Oh, don't you ever forget me

I love you so

As the wave loves the shore

And the shore loves the wave

Which comes to kiss it

I love you as much

as the white pearl loves the insides

of the infinite sea

Oh, don't you forget I love you so

Oh, don't you ever forget me...

So?

Maria's told me about you. She says you're brave.

Well, I'm no coward.

And I'm not afraid of fights.

Good. Good.

Don't worry about that. We're all peaceful here.

Right, Polly?

Polly... Polly...

I have a task for you.

What is it?

You're to deliver a suitcase at the ship Geestemünde

On the 13th, at 5 AM.

What's in the suitcase?

None of your business. Are you in?

I pay handsomely. In dollars.

Only if it's over 300 dollars.

350.

I'm in.

What do you like to drink?

Whiskey. Imported.

I don't have any whiskey, but I have a good cachaça.

That'll do.

Sensible boy.

You did well.

Polly, Polly... Bye, Polly...

You're going places inside my organization.

You inspire trust.

Take a seat. Relax.

We are only going to ask you a few questions.

Where did you think you were going with that suitcase?

I didn't know what was in it.

I was doing this job to get some money.

I needed money.

I was a fool to get involved in this.

I didn't know what was in the suitcase.

Cocaine? Some other drug?

I swear, officer. I don't know anything.

There were no drugs in that suitcase.

Now, relax...

and don't call me officer.

I'm only an employee at an organization

which tries to prevent useless violence,

massacres...

mad crowds trying to burn down everything.

Do you understand?

And don't play stupid. You know very well

there were no drugs in that suitcase.

Cocaine? You call that cocaine?

Bring us the contents of the suitcase

of case 57.

You see that, son?

And you claim you're innocent!

The weapons of the Republic are virtue and terror.

Virtue without terror is powerless.

And terror without virtue is a crime.

Thus, the weapons of the Republic are virtue and terror.

Bells are tolling.

The convention is surrounded.

Paris is under siege.

Paris is menaced by the English,

who have already taken the Toulon harbor,

by the Royalists, who have caused

an insurrection in Vendée

and in the industrial city of Lyon.

The fate of the Revolution is decided in three days.

Enthusiasm, patriotism,

fanaticism...

Something terrible that only a revolution

in its height knows...

That made the run-down French troops

commanded by political commitees

win over the well-fed armies

of England, Prussia and Austria-Hungary.

Three delirious days.

The three-colored banner waving in the sky.

The revolution is hanging on by a thread.

Marat,

Danton,

Robespierre,

The students of France,

the people, the new politicians,

the newborn revolutionary bourgeoisie

They all demand

blood

and heroism

And they're willing to give their own for the revolution

Which, at that moment, is pure and new

and bold, to the limits of absurdity.

And that's the moment when things are grandiose,

eternal...

in the ever-perishing realm of history.

So,

what is your opinion about all this?

The revolution...

Church bells tolling, not for mass...

Is all that in the past?

Or does it find an echo in your heart?

Answer.

Does it still find echo?

Or is it all outdated?

I don't know.

It's not the revolution yet.

It's 6. Hail Mary Time.

Ouch!

I want you to listen to this. Pay attention.

"They want to see our country plunged into anarchy.

"We must resist those who want to take property

"from its rightful owners.

"Those who want to dilute our clean and noble blood

"in horrid racial promiscuity.

Pay attention, I'm speaking.

"Those who want to impoverish those who have legitimately grown rich

Sit against the backrest.

"Sirs, where are our traditions?

Now, get up.

Get over there. Don't cause any trouble.

"Down with atheists, without family or nation

"who subvert our world, who threaten our homes

"who snatch bread from our children's mouths.

"They envy our property.

"They represent envy and failure.

You people would look to a worm to solve agrarian reform.

Shut up and listen!

"In prison, they will forget about their spurious ideals.

"We shall fight beside God for tradition, family and property.

"We shall defeat those who want to destroy the establishment

That's not it!

Those who want to invert hierarchy, install illegitimacy,

and plunge us into chaos! Chaos!

He's got it all wrong.

We have a duty to stand up for democracy,

the basis of Western Christian civilization.

You're the one who's wrong! Haven't you felt it yet?

"Our men will fight with bravery

"in Vietnam and in the jungles of Latin America

"against the reds, wherever they come from!

"We shall fight for our women, our children, our endangered homes.

"We shall maintain order at any cost! We shall fulfill our duty!

The enemy is dishonest. It doesn't charge in a straightforward manner,

It prefers deceit, guerrilla warfare,

ideological subversion.

It pops up where we least expect it. It hides where it can't be found.

It's everywhere.

Look around you, sirs!

- Africa is burning... - I've got nothing to do with that.

Asia is burning! Latin America is burning!

They've set our country on fire too. Our streets are burning!

The enemy sets fire all around us!

We shall resist with all our strength and all our resources!

We won't give up our soil. We won't open our doors to them.

The world is ours!

The world is still ours!

They envy our white skin. Our noble features.

They hate our superiority.

They forget they were born to serve!

We are the bosses! We own everything!

We deserve what's best!

And we will leave our children what's best!

They were born to be poor.

They've been shunned by fate. They're losers.

What do they intend...

There. It's your turn to speak.

What can I say? He's said it all!

What do you think I'm doing here?

It's your turn to speak! Come on!

I agree with what he says.

I have absolutely nothing against it.

Nothing!

So you totally agree with him? Nothing to add?

Yes. He's an intelligent man. He knows it all.

I don't want to know what he says.

I want to know what you say. What you think. Got it?

It's different.

You're so cynical.

Remove your shirt, Mr. Edson.

Remove your pants.

Get completely naked.

Now put your hands on the wall.

As you know, the main issue is death.

Most people don't think about death,

as most people simply don't think about anything.

Do you think about death often?

Here are some of your poems, found in your room.

I think they're not poems, but quotes you've written down.

"One must first have chaos in oneself

to be able to give birth to the great dancing star."

"I accept chaos. I'm not sure whether it accepts me."

Why are you so interested in chaos?

Chaos... Chaos is dangerous, Mr. Edson.

Chaos is first established as friction,

then it is fundamented.

It's open war.

Vietnam, for instance.

We must avoid such sudden fevers

Because chaos is a sudden fever in the body of human history.

But it's impossible to control chaos.

Yes, but our mission is to reach for the stars

and overcome death someday. To gain eternal life.

However, in the moment we still have tanks.

And barbed wire.

Law, in the form of all state police.

Such terrible scarcity...

Such terrible scarcity makes men like you

dream of ending it with a rifle.

With violence against violence.

We live in prehistoric, barbaric times.

And some people actually prefer barbarity.

Some say that's an honorable man.

Mr. Edson, be at ease.

Tension is the worst thing.

People have been so tense lately.

So nervous, so agitated...

You need to relax.

For instance,

take a look at this beautiful Amazon landscape.

There, people are more relaxed than average.

Even though there are mosquitoes, fever, many diseases...

and, overall, an immense territory which is ours.

The state of Amazonas!

Amazonas is our territory!

The army is very worried about Amazonas!

We defend our national territory!

We protect Brazil!

But many people feel sleepy.

Sleepy people.

My dear Mr. Edson,

how long have you been in that line of work?

You'd better relax and not lie.

Especially don't lie.

Be calm, as if everything was an immense still lake.

What do you think of that?

I mean, of that machine gun?

Where was it supposed to go?

To the communists? Nazis? Racists?

Guerrilla fighters of the right or left wing?

I already said I didn't know what was in the suitcase.

All I wanted was to make money.

I don't care about the right or the left.

I'm not a politician.

All I want is to be safe in this crazy world.

It was foolish of me to get mixed up in this stuff.

You're a smart man, officer...

I told you, I'm not an officer!

You know I'm innocent...

Funny. No one is innocent.

Even if I believed you were, it doesn't matter in this case.

Nothing matters!

Don't you see it's all taken care of?

An arrest warrant, your documents,

the machine gun, the hot political climate.

You're surrounded.

You'd better confess and go on with the game.

All right.

I'm Che Guevara's son.

Nice joke.

That's a good start. An excellent start!

Fluminense reaches Flamengo's center line.

Wilton is fighting Paulo Henrique.

He's in the area, he fell down. It's a trick.

He asks for a penalty kick. The referee is against it.

Wilton has the ball, still chased by Paulo Henrique.

Paulo Henrique escapes through the left.

Paulo Henrique and Wilton are still going at it.

Wilton gets the ball, passes it over to Samarone.

Samarone goes ahead on the right edge,

Samarone is close now. Rodrigues Neto gets in.

What a mess!

The ball goes off the end line.

Flamengo has a goal kick.

MAY GOD KEEP THE PEOPLES OF AMERICA UNITED

Good afternoon.

Rest easy.

Don't be impressed just because I am a woman.

I am just another employee of this organization.

Women have been emancipated in every sector.

Are you a subversive, Mr. Edson?

There must be women in your organization.

All ready to, one day, take action.

Are you aware that, in Algeria,

the women who fought in the guerrilla

for their national liberation

later saw their female rights

revoked by the revolution itself?

Soon, Algerian men will be forcing their women

to wear their old veils again.

Was that what they fought the French oppressors for?

Huh?

Was that why the men granted them the equality to fight

since men and women have the same blood?

When it's time to serve as cannon fodder, there's equality.

Later, equality is revoked.

And for what? For whom?

Mr. Edson...

I hope you have nothing to do with those Algerian matters.

No, I've got nothing to do with it.

Good.

Do you like Modesty Blaise?

Are you aware that we, women, are only now making our revolution?

Come on, Edson. Confess. The machine gun.

What machine gun?

Attention!

Three men have robbed the gun shop

at Mariana Avenue, 386 in São Paulo.

They took a large quantity of guns and ammunition.

Another racial conflict happened

in Berea, Kentucky

ending with the deaths of a white man and a black man

and gunshot wounds to a number of others.

Most North American catholics oppose the encyclical

which rejects contraception.

Are you aware that it's illegal

to go around sporting a machine gun?

I want to be your friend.

See these glasses?

They're made of plastic. I bought them in New York.

The world, now, is totally organized.

It's no use to try and harm what we've built with much effort.

The world is made of plastic now.

You insist on denying that you are part

of a terrorist group bent on spreading

terror and death.

Terror and death.

Terror and death.

I swear...

I swear it's nothing like that.

Don't you know the world is about to explode?

If we can't control it, it will explode.

On this side, as well as on the other.

We...

I'm going to tell you a secret.

We operate together with the organizations

which maintain order on the other side.

Naturally.

For the good of all.

After all,

We are the organizations that maintain order.

You got in some bad trouble.

You don't know what you've done.

But you're guilty just the same, because you've done it.

Sign this paper.

Very well. You won't sign it.

Would you care for a cup of coffee?

You will have to spend some time under arrest.

You will be treated well.

You may say whatever you want to the press.

I hope you have no complaints.

Let go of me!

Let go of me!

Ouch!

It's dangerous.

PRIVATE PROPERTY NO ENTRY

Gil, I knew you loved me.

Sadly, we're under a spell. And once it fades away,

- You'll see me just as I am. - Look. We're well protected.

Ana... Believe me, I belong to the devil.

Fine girl, huh?

I am one of his friends.

Perhaps it's thanks to him that you love me.

What's the use of torturing yourself so much?

I thought I was lost and alone in the world.

Ever since I found you, I feel more lost, lonely

and despaired.

Ana,

To me, you represent all the love in the world.

I cannot give you but unhappiness and despair.

Gil, hold me in your arms. Say again that you love me.

Ana, you are so simple...

So young,

So soft, so alive.

Protect me. Teach me how to live.

Before I met you, I pretended to love.

My heart was cold.

Gil, my love, be calm and happy.

My body is close to yours. Your heart is next to mine.

One body. One heart. Nothing can tear us apart.

Ana...

I love you.

And no one... No one, do you hear me?

No one can stop our love.

Let's go, son. Do you want to escape?

The guards are all bribed. Nothing can be done.

Everything is corruption.

Who are you?

Where am I?

I'm nobody.

I'm an old clothes seller and a friend of the priest.

You must be a foreigner.

For God's sake, what is this place?

Where are we?

Is Brazil far from here?

Brazil is very far away.

You left Brazil a long time ago.

You crossed the border one night in a car

and came here. Let's go.

What's the use of escaping?

No use, but at least we're doing something.

Let's go.

Oh drifter walking along the road,

going through the sertão,

when you see the abandoned cross

Let it sleep in peace in solitude

In there sleeps a strong man who died.

THE REVOLUTION IS PERMANENT

At first I was kidding.

At first I was kidding.

Suddenly, I don't know when,

it all came true.

I wonder if it's like that.

Is it?

What?

I don't know. Life, death...

All of that is my film.

THE END

Translated by Gustavo Menezes