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...because in the midst of these two extremes,

he seems to have taken count of the same industrious nature,

to leave with such a site, that was equally invincible to enemies,

secure to friends, and profitable to all the living.

It consists of a bay and a large reef,

in the form that we will soon say, and is named Rio de Janeiro.

Father Simão Vasconcelos - 1693

Anyone who has seen Rio de Janeiro,

cannot refuse their admiration,

for the great and beautiful things that offer themselves to our view.

This is the most fertile and beautiful land that’s in Brazil.

This land is an Earthly Paradise.

How many lands in the World are an Earthly Paradise?

What time did you wake up?

How many hours do you work? How many hours do you walk per day?

How old are you?

What time will you sleep?

Are you going to the movies?

What do you do on your weekend?

What time do you love?

What time did you dine?

An ordinary person wakes up each day at 6:30 am.

Has breakfast and leaves for work at 7:00 am,

comes to town and works until noon,

lunches and returns for service at 2:00 pm...

where they leaves at 6:00 pm in the afternoon.

Takes the drive back and comes home for dinner.

Around 11:00 pm they go to sleep.

Sometimes goes to the movies or walks around losing sleep.

Therefore, in every 24 hours sleeps an average of 8,

2 spent making meals, and 2 more in transit.

In addition to 8 working!

This means...

that they have left 4 hours... 2 resting or waiting!

But let's say, those live 4 hours!

If that person died aged 50...

they actually lived only 6!

For the rest, they consumed unpleasant or useless things...!

What time did you wake up?

How many hours worked?

What time did you go to sleep?

What are they doing in the movies?

This is the time of magic...

the dream factory...

the mantle of memory.

I have laughter and tears to give them, but do not be afraid...

I got the alarm that life is just... a comedy or tragedy!

Comedy or tragedy!

You always need to win...

and it's ugly to lose.

Who else loses more waiting...

I have the alarm!

It's ugly to lose...!

As for me, I have only a fear of death!

She is faithful. And the rest be damned.

BIG CITY

or, the adventures and misadventures of Lucy and her 3 close friends from afar

He's tall, dark, came from the north

Are you sure you don't know him?

Not by name.

But at night everyone's here... it's easier to find.

But Mangueira's here, isn’t it?

Precisely.

Thanks.

This is my city.

My big city.

People dreaming by the sea,

the people sing happily,

and it makes life a Carnival.

Singing sends evil away.

In this city of love.

The love that makes us alive.

People that sing.

Don't want to suffer.

People that love don't want to die.

How is it?

How much do I take?

Same as always! Will they choose well?

It's their choice!

I have green beans, beetroot, okra...

Lady, 180 a kg it costs the beetroot...

Life is expensive but don't blame me, Lady ...

Sorry, but don't touch...

If you want to buy take it... it’s cheap...

Wholesale purchase that's cheap...

The best tent in the fair is here, madam...

the best price for beetroot...

Done.

I don't have any money.

Come on, it's a present.

But who do you think you are... it costs money, you know.

Could you please return the strawberries?

On credit till tomorrow...

Done.

I saw you pick up the money.

So what?

It's not right.

It's cash from customers he's already stolen... public money.

Sorry.

Let's go, they are looking at us... - Why?

They're think you've stolen the cash.

It's not right... I'll say that it wasn't me.

You can go. But go alone.

What is your name, please?

People call me Calunga!

Do you think they will believe you?

Where are you going? Actually you're cute... you know!?

Could you tell me how to get to Ipanema?

Well, come on I'll take you... - I only want you to tell me how!

Are you a foreigner? - Doesn't matter! Do I look like one?

Well, your accent doesn't sound like a Frenchwoman...

Hang on...

I can see you're a Mister who lives to make fun of others.

You don't need to call me Mister ... I'm not that old.

Old people are serious. You're going to Hell.

I'm already in it! Can't you smell the sulphur?

Breathe! Bring the smell inside you until you get used to it.

Becomes what you think...

French Perfume... smell of blossom...

Breathe.

Bring Hell inside you!

Of course I remember! Mister Clemente!

He said he'd been an old friend of the lady's father-in-law... come in.

When did you arrive?

Today..!

I came straight here, because I don't know anyone!

I mean...

You mean!?

I have a friend from there who's been here for a while.

Uncle Kélé said the lady's husband would remember him...

when Father was supposed to be a deputy. - The problem is Heitor's traveling.

I can't employ you, he has to decide.

I can't give orders without consulting him...

He'll be back soon.

So, you can enjoy Rio.

You'll feel awkward, it's very different from the Sertão.

How old are you? - 19.

With that you'll survive until Heitor arrives.

No ma'am, I...

Sérgio...

He's a ... friend of Heitor...

He's a friend of ours... of the family.

You'll call me?

When Heitor comes back, you show up, alright!

Thank you!

Today... I came straight back here, I don't know anyone.

I mean... I mean, I have a friend from there who's has been here for a while!

A long time!

I thought you'd never return.

You're still here? - Waiting for you, huh?

Well... then I'm going. Bye.

It's that ... I've got to see an aunt, some way off...

You're pulling my leg...

You were only supposed to bring me to Ipanema.

OK! Thanks, bye.

Hey, take it easy.

Look, the bill, buddy...

Wow! Where are you going?

Nowhere!

Where do you want to go?

Don’t know...

Come on.

Do you like it?

Very much!

It's all yours. I give it to you!

Its very important to greet the servants.

Be more democratic, my Lady.

We can't just greet.

But it's enough, and they are satisfied.

Indeed, it's fun to let them live in such a beautiful place.

And you?

What about me? - Where do you live?

In this world of ingratitude.

Just beat the drums and you will find me.

Warm Brahma, wide shorts...

reaping pain, planting love.

In the city, on the beach.

In Mangueira.

Mangueira.

Do you often go to Mangueira? - I have some friends there.

Who is he?

Dunno...

What's written up there?

Castro...

Aldo...

Poet.

A Poet.

Is he dead?

1837-1860

Yes!

God save you, Master Poet.

It's crowded.

What?

The queue for God's salvation.

There are too many people appealing.

Greater offense...

Have you no religion?

I’ll only believe in Father Cicero, when he punishes me,

causing my legs to fall and displacing my arms.

Growing my teeth, squirming like a serpent,

biting all I can find.

My Father used to tell that story... how do you know those verses?

I came with Father, Mother, Brother and Sister...

Aunt...

Grandmother...

A bunch of people I don't know what became of them.

I know that my brothers went to Sao Paulo,

The others I don't know about... and I don't care!

That one is little, two is good...

and twenty is too much!

I’m from Alagoas.

And you?

I came from Bahia... but I'll go back there.

Came so young not even knowing who I was.

Then you built a home... in Mangueira?

God forbid!

Ever seen a slum?

Best to use the other.

Less work.

In Mangueira, I have some friends there, at school.

Hang on.

What's up? - What luck to find you. - What's up?

I need that money you borrowed.

Calm down, don't worry, I'll pay.

But I'm in a hurry. - I’ll pay everything with interest, OK.

I only want what's mine.

You can go priest... we'll talk there. Lend me money, no problem, OK?

Even the stones gather together, much more the creatures?

It is God who wants! You can't avoid that fate brought us together.

There is only one destiny. - Are you looking for someone? - No.

Yes I am! - Your Aunt?

I'm looking for a man called Jasão.

Called what?

There's no shortage. You can choose.

He's my fiancé.

It may be that I know him.

These guys are so ashamed that they change their names.

It's him!

Where?

It's him! - Who?

Jasão.

The Cowboy?

Bride, you are? Look, I'm thinking...

And you come from so far...

That's why one only feels when one loves.

That's one thing!

Forget that he didn't deserve you.

He'll retire in a while.

And you could even be sorry for being here tied to him.

You know, I still don't know your name?

You have somewhere to stay in Rio?

Besides him, do you know anybody here?

No... you don't. You already said no.

What's your name?

Enough!

D’you think I'm here to endure the pain of another?

Who's in need of another here?

Which of us is crying?

No...

Don’t go!

You do know.

But you're still crying?

I climbed Catimbó from the North...

the dust got me my brother...

go, go, go...

the dust got me my brother...

One day he called me and said:

I'm leaving Luzia...

I'm going away, so far away, I no longer want to live in this hell.

I have a cousin who wrote... he lives in Rio, lives well...

And says he has work for me!

Doesn't have a full stomach, has slave to fetter.

You come after.

I'll call you... we'll have a home, a son... car at the door.

Then I told him that he needn't wait until the time of the call.

It was time to choose... I'll come as soon as I could.

Then mother died...

Uncle Guélé stayed with the boys and gave me the money for the passage.

Jasão saw me when I was a little girl.

Almost born.

... the dust got me my brother...

Are you afraid?

Yes, you're afraid.

Fortunately too much.

Just for being alive!

I swear that I'll not go back!

If you stay here, what will you do?

- What the others do? - Each one does what they can!

You, what do you do?

Everything.

What about Jasão?

You don’t know?

Only he came to Rio to work with his cousin.

Alright... I don’t know. Let’s go!

I don't want to be an encumbrance.

Okay I'll leave. And where will you go?

Where are you taking me?

To a friend's house!

But isn't it too soon?

For him it's too late.

Make yourself comfortable.

I'll only stay for a few days.

A friend of Calunga, is a friend of mine!

Don't worry. While I'm here...

If you want anything call me.

My name is Inácio. Inácio de Loyola.

- Like the saint. - Yes...

I'm also from Sertão!

Do you remember there?

I always count the time until I return.

I arrived yesterday and I don't remember anymore.

Those too close can't see everything...!

Wait, boy.

Let me see that! Give me that.

What’s up, boy!?

Who wants to talk to me?

What’s up, eh?

No.

- Don't go. - Come on.

He didn't see you properly...

Yes, he did! I no longer believe him.

Alright. He saw but he's sorry.

Did he explain why?

No.

I think I know why you didn't talk to her, cowboy.

But you can leave. I didn't deliver the gold.

Don't surrender to the police, I deliver for women!?

- Are you willing to die? - Me!? Here the brave one is you.

I respect you, cowboy. Wouldn't do that.

You mistreat yourself and I have to pay?

Just wanted to help! Never touched her. I swear!

If you want I'll bring her here!

You're not thinking about me, right?

Why?

Are you buying my prison key, girl, it is that?

You're afraid.

I don’t want to.

I won't go.

Hello.

Hello.

I thought you wouldn't come anymore.

It's been raining?

The same!

I live there, in the slum.

It's beautiful.

Did you leave the Religion?

Why?

There's no saint here...

God wants us to be as we are.

You've become very handsome, Jasão.

One day you passed wearing a white dress by the pasture's path,

as someone coming with the wind.

And almost forgot I saw you born.

A little girl.

And I decided that you'd be my woman!

Are you afraid?

Afraid, Jasão?

Remember, Luzia... remember.

I didn't want to walk around.

From land to land... Hand to hand.

You belong to me. Your body belongs to me.

The city is big, Luzia.

We may have more luck.

Today will be the last time.

You came to show that my life is glued to your life.

And only God can snatch it away.

Only God can snatch it away.

It will be the last time.

When there's love, God forgives everything.

God forgives everything.

God forgives everything.

I'm going to Heaven, Luzia.

I'm going to Heaven!

Federal Senate

Burglar Kills Senator

This is the owner.

Good afternoon. - Good afternoon.

You know what we're looking for, don’t you? - I've no idea!

You don't read newspapers? - Not always!

You know where the cowboy is?

I don't think he'll appear here, no sir.

He always comes here.

Cowboy Strikes Again and Flees BURGLAR KILLS SENATOR

Let's get outta here.

Sign of the times... coming later!

Go! Go!

Excuse me.

What's that?

You have to go, you can't be here.

But you told me to come.

You said.

I mean...

that wasn't true!?

I mean it wasn't true!?

Not true!?

Why did you lied to me again!?

Read here. Cowboy strikes again and flees. Burglar kills Senator.

The Cowboy it's me. What I do it's here!

Assault, robbery... murder!

They're down there. They'll fetch me wherever I am!

I'm waiting with this here!

You told me nothing.

All is lost, Luzia.

You have to go away quickly.

You'll come?

When death is called it takes us and it doesn't matter where we are.

You still have a lot of youth.

Why do you have to go also!?

It seems a punishment, Jasão. It seems a punishment!

We are born such a way we only stay quiet when we die.

It was late, I know.

But I left Sertão, thinking that I could trace my life.

But it's already traced.

And only death can change it.

It's always late.

There was no cousin calling me.

The call was from here.

From inside.

You had no love for me.

Remember, Luzia.

Do you remember?

I usually diverted the cattle to pass your way.

You were always waiting by the same tree.

As someone coming with the wind.

I lost my whole life without knowing, Luzia...

Because of you I discovered I didn't want to be buried in the dust of that hell.

That's why I came.

But you didn't have to choose sin!

We don't choose, we die everywhere as if we had killed

Jesus Christ with too much suffering.

Have value only when the slave of another.

First it was just to kill hunger...

But blood sticks to us. Sticks to our hand, our body, enters the eyes,

and we get used to it, and the odium becomes blended with love.

I hate people because they think they're not guilty.

Only death changes.

And hopefully it will come soon to me!

Because I'm already in Hell!

Jasão don't say that, respect God otherwise everything will get worse!

You see, why I was ashamed to talk to you.

Didn't want you to know.

Then I thought it was a sign.

I had two lives, yes.

But even here on earth...

When an angel gives his hand to us...

Mine ends today.

The other will start from there to never finish ever more.

I could raze everything that comes in front of me for having that peace.

Pray to God, Jasão. God can help you...

God abandoned us long ago. - Don’t say that Jasão. Hail Mary, full of grace...

But what's the use of all the peace... Only death, my God.

I wanted to live with you in a decent place.

Where all things were full of color...

Seeing grow what we had planted... children born.

You think there can be born something here!?

Yesterday I took that very same pathway and was afraid.

Now it is no more.

We only have fear when expecting something.

I love you, Luzia.

And if they kill me...

I'll resurrect a thousand times to see you.

We only have the obligation to be happy.

Now you will go alone.

I'll be hiding for a while until they forget about me.

Then I'll come back.

Don't do anything wrong.

Jasão

I'm waiting for you.

We're living in a time of earthly confusion

and spaceships.

One way of communism here and satellites, up there.

So, what would you rather write?

A Brazilian book about Rio,

Copacabana or a science fiction one?

I wrote science fiction.

What is your ideology?

We're not worth what we think, but what we say to the others.

What is most important for a novelist?

To be useful! To others and to oneself!

It’s "piri-pipinha" powder to end, now you will see,

as now will come out several notes from this package,

which contained only two. The gentlemen saw it.

Right now we'll start to pull the notes out,

and they will appear slowly.

You'll see, gentlemen, I don't lie to anyone!

I just wish that you contribute with a small contribution.

Because I live by my profession. I'm an artist, my friends.

I work in the streets of Rio de Janeiro, to prove to people I don't lie.

What do you intend to do now? - Rest.

You don't have any romance in sight?

Maybe.

Are you interested in the life of the bandit? The Cowboy.

Feel like writing a novel about him.

What do you think of the World? And about the others?

Since last month his gang rob and kill in the State of Rio,

with an incredible violence.

I would like to find him.

What are you thinking about?

I was trying to guess your thoughts.

Guess.

How can I?

Well, I can guess yours.

You are seeing a ship, in the middle of the sea, going direct north.

Now try to guess my thought.

Close your eyes.

I’ll say a word and you'll say another, that rhymes with it.

So...

Death... North.

It has to be fast. Close your eyes.

Street...

Moon.

Raw...

Your.

His.

Naked.

... picks up a tambourine, comes to the Carnival.

Andaluzia...

which that sadness hurts me badly.

Ready your fantasy...

Glad your deep look.

Life lasts only one day, Luzia.

And don't take anything from this world.

Andaluzia,

picks up a tambourine, comes to the Carnival.

Would you sleep with me?

What?

Nothing

Look out at the islands? - What?

Nothing.

Everyone is homesick.

You haven't returned since leaving to live there...

They liked to see you.

Next month they begin another building.

The Boss called me.

But I still don’t know.

I guess I'll go back.

Let's go to that beach we went to last Sunday?

Gotta catch the bus.

I'm keen to get back, you know? - Go back where?

To the Sertão.

Are you sure?

I'm thinking. Depends.

Of Carnival?

I came by truck.

But I think I'll go back by ship.

If the Kalonga don't pay me what should I...

I'll sell some stuff, plus the radio...

and buy the ticket! - But it's all that you have...!

We don't pretend to the world, Luzia.

I have to go back to the Sertão to wait for my day.

That's where my people are.

I came up with a lot of people.

Unintentionally.

Thrown into a fence, only hell is worse.

Now is the time to return.

There's no lack of work here...

With God's help I could become the Boss.

Save some money, buy a house.

With God helping me I could even own one!

But each has their place...! And mine is there.

And who chooses?

See if we teach, Luzia. The entire people.

See my hands? They are weak...

God has already chosen the place and the strength of each one.

We just have to wait for His protection to have a death in Peace.

It's not suffering... it's Grace! He has already chosen.

See my hands!?

Each one has their place and mine is there. I'll soon go back by ship.

You want come back with me?

To the Sertão?

And if I asked you to stay?

Don’t know...

Don’t know.

But I think I would stay.

What for?

You never say anything...

but I think you're still waiting for the Cowboy.

Aren't you?

We only have one destiny, Inácio.

Maybe I'm also too weak.

But it doesn't depend on us.

Doesn't depend.

Doesn't depend.

Doesn't depend.

Inácio!

Carnival. Once a year people do what they don't usually do.

Pretend to be someone else. Take a vacation from themselves.

For those who spend 362 days repressed, ‘steaming out’ in 3 is not much.

Who owes money doesn't grow.

Drawn.

But for you it's easy to find money.

Accuses me as a transgressor of slaves to the white women..

Increased my quotation, immensely!

No!... Not again!?

This boy is the brat of the Cowboy?

Don't know...

No. .. no, I don't think so!

Here it's calmer.

We're waiting for the Mass.

It's madness out there.

Neither have respect for Sunday.

Should have a law against Carnival.

Based on what?

At least one to protect those who don't want to get involved in it.

I have suffered very much.

Need more... to have more respect.

Respect what?

The Church.

Believes D. Pedro II...

Returned in a veil...

Came from heaven, only to rule this world.

With his profound knowledge.

Create the Monarchy.

With the Republic ended.

As if the past returned.

My mother used to tell me a true story.

It goes that the daughter of a man from a farm...

went for the Carnival in the Capital.

When she came back, you know...

She was no more a virgin.

Her father got to know and put her in a cage by the roadside,

for the rest of her life!

She is still there.

An animal.

Paying for her sin.

- Are you afraid? - Of what?

Fear...

No!

It's the end of the trail!

Carnival Sunday. And you in Church!?

What a mad thing.

Lady Luzia, I'm bringing a message.

I was right now with the Cowboy.

He said:

If she still wants me, tell her I'll get her today, to live together until death.

So I said:

What's the use living together until death if death comes early?

He told me that once.

Then he said: I’ll do what she wants.

I'll leave everything, starving... dying poor.

So I said:

Two starving people cannot be happy.

One has to have a full stomach, for the other to have someone to ask.

We'll manage a way to live.

Or of dying soon.

Will live as a bandit gang.

Maria Bonita was beheaded, whilst still very young.

For him the time is coming.

For you not!

Where is he?

Don’t go, Luzia.

He's coming for you this evening.

By the boats.

Done! You are given the message. Goodbye.

- Wait! - Don’t go.

What's up?

And you?

Me!? I'm just the messenger.

And then this is the second time that I've transformed into cupid... and the last!

I've got dignity.

If you take me...

Every hero ends with a shot in the chest.

I am out of that.

Wait...

Don’t go.

Don’t go, Luzia.

How much do you want?

I don’t know. You decide the price.

Where's that son of a bitch. Have you guys seen Calunga!?

What's up?

My samba, everyone is playing it around without my name.

He promised that this one would stay with my name.

Just let it go, boy. It's not the first or last time.

I didn't want money or anything, but this one had to stay with my name.

Look. I think he went to the boats.

To the boats? Is he crazy?

Did he go long ago?

Who? - Calunga.

Just now.

To do what? - For a meeting... I don't know.

How is it, Mr. Dorivaldo?

Hum... Well...! Depends on the price, right?

Give a hug here, because a man arrived.

Where... Where... Where.

I need a note, Mr. Louro. - You aren't at the boats?

What boats! I'm out here with a little girl, alright.

The man has no heart?

- Hey boy I'm waiting for you... - How do you know? - What?

The boats. - They're singing my samba everywhere without my name.

- Marcus passed near by. Any problem? - How can you? You promised. - Why?

The MP showed interest in the business.

We'll have such confusion.

You promised. I didn't even question, no money.

But this one had to go out with my name.

Take it easy, man. Next year we'll do a better business.

Well, I didn't want to meddle, me. Not even as messenger.

- What? - Another one!

Talk to them. Even the singer entered the partnership. Speak to them.

Come on. Don't be so desperate, take it easy, man!

How much do you need?

Stay calm. Another one.

We'll make it. I'm aware of that just now. It's always like that!

One day we'll beat them!

Keep that one for Anastácio, Mr. Onivaldo.

- You came! - Let's go.

- Why? - The police are around and already know!

- I'll stay. - Are you crazy girl? Let's go!

What happens to him should happen to me!

- The Cowboy is smart, Luzia. He'll see the situation and find a way.

You won’t. You'll have trouble! Maybe he's been warned and won't come.

I'll get to see.

Let's go. With bandits fighting, you should stay away.

They are here. I think even he's coming.

Today everything ends. For better or for worse.

The square is full of "cowboys".

They'll give anything to get the Cowboy and won't respect anyone.

It will be like hell. Let's go.

You can find him later, somewhere else.

I'm leaving. I knew I was getting myself into trouble.

If you really want stay, OK. I don't care. I'm leaving!

There's no guessing now, now I'm sure.

Don't come little cowboy, don't come.

Take care.

No, don't come.

Don't come.

Don't come.

Jesus.

It's him.

Go away, Cowboy, they've already taken your picture.

Jasão!

Wait...

Luzia.

This way.

Don't shoot, he's surrounded.

Jasão!

Jasão!

Don't shoot! He has no chance.

Look out, Jasão!! Look out!

Luzia.

No way, Luzia.

Blood sticks to the people and won't drip anymore.

An end to everything. An end to everything at once!

I'm coming, Luzia.

Luzia.

It wasn’t hard, was it.

Who knows, maybe we...

Wait.

Look, he's the one at the meeting.

Leave him, he's not important.

The Cowboy was hard.

Brave, and lost.

And so what?

If there is one who lives...

Against the knife... shot. Love and betrayal.

I have laughter and tears...

The mantle of memory.

War is big! And everyone is in it.

AND I'M NOT!!!

All travellers take pleasure in celebrating

the beauty of the bay of Rio de Janeiro

and, in the meantime,

whoever can enjoy this magnificent spectacle finds it

far above all that the books have taught. De la Salle

THE END

Subtitles: Zwerty corvus edit: August 2017