Original subtitles

""My mother," Joao de Deus.

""When my soul looks anxiously out on this world, which I"m yet to belong,

""onto the vague waves of this immense ocean,

""a more beautiful shape stands out:

""it"s my saintly mother.

""Sweet cradle in which my infancy was suspended,

""saintly mother that I see and, I think, I will always see

""if God is merciful.

""Like tongues of flame that avidly attract each other,

""our arms reach, one to the other,

""but our arms fall.

""And then, that"s when we measure the immense distance

""from where the sighs of our longing feelings breakout. ""

Gomape band, Benfeita village

Your skin I want to caress

When you smile, the sun finally rises

And makes me dream Of a love without end

We won't leave, until we sort out, I won't ruin the equipment.

EDP is only giving us 30 amperes. This year I got 40.

- Last year how many ended up coming? - And there was still a cut.

- How many did you ask for? - We asked for 30.

- And did you get 30 amperes? - But there was a cut!

- We got 40 and still there's a cut. - The power source it's the same!

It's never 40 for us!

And now an old song. "Love, my old love".

- It's amazing going other places... - More what? Maybe bigger than here.

No, for example Fajao. We had 40 amperes without cuts.

Just yesterday in Porto Castanheiro there weren't any cuts at all.

30 amperes?

Oh, such is the longing Oh, such is the longing

Oh, such is the longing that I feel for you, my old love

Oh, such is the longing Oh, such is the longing

Oh, such longing that i feel to have you here my dear love

Diapasao musical group Village of Pardieiros

Without saying a word

You gave up love for no reason

Betrayed this man that adored you

Who always awaited you with his heart full of love and passion

Now I"ll never be with you again

You can"t fool my heart Even if you try to

When people say:

""It"s dance music... ""

There is no dance music. All music is for dancing.

Because we go to a discotheque and we dance.

If we dance, that's because music is for dancing, it's dance music.

What happens is that there are Portuguese MOR bands.

Just like when we do a retrospective of music

that has always been thought of as "all time melodies".

Diapasao is a MOR group, and on the other hand when I'm solo,

I do maybe eighty percent of much more romantic music.

I always loved to be a bit more me...

To bring more... romance, don't you think...?

Hello, ladies and gentleman. A very Good afternoon to all.

It's now 1 :13pm.

And since it's Thursday here from 15 to 1 7

you'll be listening to the program, "We, the women."

Why were you so evil

Why did you trade so much passion

Now you must have regrets You"ve lost your soul

"We, the women" is a Natalia Novais and Manuela Pinto program.

Normally with a guest invited to the studio,

but always, always with our guests on the other side, you,

the world's best listeners.

Oh such is the longing I feel for you, old love

Oh, such is the longing, Oh such is the longing

Normally we have a guest at the studio, but today we have many guests.

A very special greeting to this wonderful group here in our studio.

Ah what longing I feel for you old love

Oh such is the longing, Oh such is the longing

Oh, such is the longing I feel to have you here...

In addition to being online, today we're also taking part in a film.

Which we're very proud of, we at Arganil Radio Club.

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Hi Quim. You think it's fine what you just did?

- What's this crap all about, man? - They're dominos,

for the opening credits of the film.

But there aren't any dominos in the film...

Do you think it's ok what you're doing to your producers?

We need to talk, young man.

Presents

A film by

OUR BELOVED MONTH OF AUGUST

LlFEGUARD

No one in the village of Coja knows the Alva river like Paulo ""Miller"".

There"s no one in Coja. Paulo was born on the banks of the Alva river.

His father was a miller, he had a mill, and so Paulo...

Paulo ""Miller"" is Paulo ""Miller"". He"s the river kid.

He controls the river the way he thinks it should be controlled,

but the river doesn"t always control him

the way he thinks the river should control him.

And so Paulo is a natural connoisseur of that which is the river Alva.

Obviously when he drinks... ... things tend to change

and he loses the notion of knowing or not knowing.

T orroselo's Philharmonic Group S. Paio de Gramacos

GOlS MOTORCYCLE CLUB

ARGANlL - PATRON SAlNT FESTlVALS

This newspaper was founded by my maternal grandfather, Eugenio Moreira,

in 1901, 1st of January, 1901.

The newspaper began by carrying the news of the region.

And these news of the region made it so that the newspaper,

especially for those who left for Mozambique, Angola, Brazil,

and later for Germany and France as far as emigration was concerned,

these people started to call the newspaper the family letter.

The newspaper was considered to be like a family letter

because it carried news of who was sick, whose birthday it was,

who had married, who had moved away...

Arys Band, village of Anseriz

It's our Lady of the Conception.

Fabio, look over there!

Let's check out the final call for the hour. It's Ricardo... Ricardo, what?

Ricardo Santos, here with us from Candosa. Everything fine, Ricardo?

Ricardo, who's sponsoring us?

- I"d like to hear Tony Carreira... - Who's sponsoring us?

It's the "Paragem" restaurant, I'll say it for you.

Tony Carreira... Which song? Any of them?

In my village... Iittle...

Right, then it's "Boyhood Dreams"...

I remember a village Lost in the Beira

The town which saw my birth

I recall a little boy Who was all alone

Who dreamed of one day becoming

Dreamed of becoming a singer of love songs

With the force of God he triumphed

In this small village The little boy was me

And today when singing In every song

I carry this place In my heart

Child that I was And man that I am

And nothing has changed And today while singing

I can"t forget That place which saw my birth

It"s so good to recall That little corner

And the dreams of the boy

I have the life that I wanted

Not always happy But it"s the life I"ve chosen

Unhappy in love But deep down a singer

Life gave me what I asked for

If I could go back and dream again

You can believe I"d do the same

And that little boy I"d go back to being again

- Well, who's going to start? - The one who came here.

- You understood why I came, right? - T ell me.

When I began working they gave me this script.

I thought that was the film that you were going to make.

I still don't have actors to do the film. This is a film for actors.

- Don't you have anything to say? - I don't want actors. I want people.

But you have to find them.

I'll find them.

It's been... How old is lsaura?

I don't know, 42, 43? Near 50.

- She's almost there... - Okay, if she's 43...

I got married at 18. Then I had my daughter at 19. I'm 61.

Let's do the addition...

- But how old is she? I don't know. - I don't know, by heart I don't know.

- Forty something? - I guess so.

- How old are you? - 61.

- 61 or 68? - 61!

61, you?

- That's right. - And me, 68.

- You, 67. - 68... Something like that.

So, I came here when I was around 25 more or less...

You weren't that old...

I was out of the army and then I found this lady here.

I was going after all sorts of things, but this one got her hooks into me.

Got her hooks into me and I stayed here.

But I've been all over these mountains, and even further.

Hot girls... Better than her, But, my friend.... that's that!

And so... I married in August,

the next August my daughter was born. - I was nineteen.

My wife was almost like the donkeys... She was pregnant for a year!

The next August my daughter was born.

- Then... she was 7 or... 8 or 9? - 7.

7 years without having another one.

Then a boy was born. And now we're all here!

Thank the Lord.

Happy birthday to you,

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday dear Gordon

Happy birthday to you

Indian!!

Gordon!

Thank you, Luis.

He came from Holland.

Got here, thought it was a really beautiful place

he was trying to escape Northern Europe

and I think everybody falls in this same hole.

It's freedom, everything is beautiful,

but I still find that

there's racism between the Portuguese and foreigners

but that's my opinion, he doesn't think so.

Ok, we have different opinions.

I'm Portuguese and I find that only by being from Lisbon,

I'm an "opinionator". That's what they call me.

"Opinionator" is everybody who's not from here.

- Even the dogs. - So why do you feel this and not him?

Maybe because he doesn't understand.

He doesn't understand the language. Or because... I don't know.

He was welcomed. He was one of the first.

Those who came after were freaks, hippies,

who sold drugs, that... He wasn't one of them.

He worked the land and was considered very dangerous

because he would walk around naked, with an axe in the air, in his land...

Well, growing his tomatoes.

And let's start one more night of waiting.

And let's hope that everything goes well, that the pigs come,

that it doesn't go like yesterday, you seeing 7 and me 1 0,

and we couldn't kill a single one because the moon was too weak.

So I wish you all good luck and lets start the draw, okay?

So, then... Right, the last ones are the first.

No, the first one is Ze, the young guy.

He graduated in architecture and so today he'll be the first one.

Let's go, Ze. But look, you have to pick without looking inside,

and then say what your number is and the name of the post, okay?

- Porto Ceu Baixo Number eight. - Porto Ceu Baixo, eight.

So, it's Ze of Buana, Son.

Look! Over there, the boar!

- You don't see a thing! - It's there! It's there!

You shoot! I'm out of bullets.

- It's not dead yet, it's not dead. - Wait, wait! Don't run! Don't run!

Paulo Miller wanted to stand-out in Coja...

and he couldn"t find a better way than to jump off the bridge.

It"s not that he"s the real Alva River Master.

The way he ended up standing out

was to jump right at Carnival.

It wasn"t just that he"d been drinking, but because they paid him...

He"s known as the ""river kid"".

""River kid"" because he had time on his hands.

Me too, I was known as the river kid, but before I started working.

But I think you"re giving a lot of credit to a person that...

He"s okay as a person, but he does absolutely nothing.

The only reason he"s known is because of Carnival,

he goes up to the bridge and jumps.

Like, when he"s by the river channel, just for the sake of being there,

and his mother gets there and calls him and well...

Here there"s very little industry,

but in the few there are he was either the son or the boss.

His mother would say: ""Oh Paulo, come home. ""

""Look, my maid is calling me... ""

His mother called him and she was the maid...

You know, this is mountain stuff, these things aren"t worth anything.

Brasilio and son with the people of Pardieiros

With a glass of wine in my hand

I"ll surely die in a wine cellar

With a glass of wine in my hand

The bottles are the candles

The barrel is my coffin

I"ll surely die in a wine cellar

With a glass of wine in my hand

Tonight is the night of the balls.

This began years ago, many years ago.

In our grandparents" days, my grandparents" days.

Only the men.

This was the day they killed the sheep for the feast.

And then the sheep"s testicles were cut off.

Everyone that had killed their sheep had to hand in the testicles.

For the men"s feast.

Then they started with the music,

concertinas, Portuguese guitars, each man singing after the other.

So, there were only four or five men still playing when the night fell,

because all the others had gone home.

This group of players and singers would go from door to door,

asking the people to come out and open the cellar,

so they could have a little glass of wine to kill their thirst.

Later on, with the evolution of society,

the women began to make dinner apart.

Testicles are no longer a part of it, hardly. They began to add codfish.

Until there were no more testicles and now it"s only codfish...

I want to see my mother

Open up, grave Crack yourself open

I want to see my mother

I want to kiss her cheeks

Before the earth eats her

It's a pleasure to finally show you this after so long.

I'd like to offer just a few words of explanation.

Sometimes people think that it was a documentary on the area,

on the forest of Margaraca. And it's not this.

That is, it's a small story, which was put together here

because this is where we found the ideal scenario.

So in truth it's a kind of Little Red Riding Hood story

as a terror film.

But I also don't think that it's too horrifying or shocking...

- We'll cover the children's eyes. - I don't think that's necessary.

But, at any rate, I'd like to explain: Little Red Riding Hood terror version,

and happening right here, in the forest of Margaraca,

in that little house which we found

that was ideal for the film.

And more than anything else a lot people from around here...

- Don't touch your daughter again. - Yes, mother.

- I want you very far away from here. - Yes, mother.

- What are you doing? - Yes, mother.

- No, son. - Yes, mother.

- The axe... - What axe?

The man's who chopped... killed his wife.

- How did that story go? - That boy was from a nearby village.

I'm from Casal de Esporao, municipality and district of Viseu...

- He was drunk. - And he's from Pedrosas,

from the municipality of Satao, district of Viseu...

- It was the drunkenness that did it. - You understand?

I'm from Casal de Esporao,

municipality and district of Viseu.

The one that killed her is from Satao,

municipality Satao, district Viseu. - She was drinking and he was too.

You see, it was the drunkenness.

I was coming from over beyond the farm, he's called lsaias.

We got along really well, and he did with me.

"Agostinho?" That's me.

"l just killed my wife!"

- "Don't even say things like that." - "l killed her, I killed her'

- He turned himself into the police. - "l killed her, I killed her."

He had some windows,

windows to put in his house, he was also building a house,

Iike that, under his arm. I met them near a camellia tree.

She was already...

He seemed like he wasn't so, he seemed like he wasn't so...

But the girl was picking on him,

he was going ahead and she was behind him calling him bad names,

he was in front, put the windows down and picked up the damn axe and bang.

And then he was living over there in the Engineer's house in front of mine.

Me there and him over there...

"l killed my wife...."

The fellow went in to get himself ready, washed.

- When the police arrived... - Took care of her and everything.

He was at the door waiting for the police when they arrived,

he got into the car, it pulled away and that was that. Then time passed.

Then he had to bring in lawyers, had to bring in lawyers.

They called me in as a witness,

I don't know if it was the Town Hall, or what,

and Dr. Pedro from Arganil, who was his lawyer,

sends me a message to go a little earlier, before the trial.

To go to see him in his office so he could speak to me.

So I went earlier than the trial, that's how the thing was arranged.

I went in to see Dr. Pedro in his office.

"Listen here, then, Senhor Agostinho, so what happened here?"

"Mr. Pedro, I didn't see him kill anyone, but I know this and this."

"You go upstairs," he grabbed the mantilla, over his arm,

it was time,

"Go upstairs and you're going to say this, this, this and this."

But I got there and I got embarrassed.

I was too embarrassed to say what he'd told me to say.

It's his balls...

The El Matador.

This is where the bullet went in...

The after-hours bar

Where the whole night is festive

Far off you hear The various instruments

String and brass

Revelers drinking Singing and dancing

To the sound of the orchestra

A strident sound

From which it gets its name Sound of Crystal

The after-hours bar

Where the whole night is festive

Far off you hear The various instruments

String and brass

Revelers drinking

Singing and dancing To the sound of orchestra

A strident sound

From which it gets its name Sound of Crystal

The after-hours bar A known nightspot, place of ill-repute

With doors open all night

Anyone can go in

Yet on this night

Without expecting it

A lady entered I was shocked

Because this lady was my wife

She got tired of sleeping alone

Waiting for me

And that night decided to put an end

To her long and wretched wait

She no longer wanted

To lead the life of the honored wife

If in truth Being an upright woman as she was

Didn"t solve anything

She decided

To abandon the role of the spouse

To live among the butterflies

That find their pick-ups there

My life much more uncertain Now goes on

I turned my wife Into a streetwalker

Into the newest lady Of the Sound of Crystal

Diapasao musical group Village of Pardieiros

Good!

Your turn, Patricia. Unlock the brakes.

Oh man, it's not like that.

You do it like this: you hold it in the palm of your hand,

support it with your fingertips, and then you throw it

keeping it balanced like that. - Ok, I got it, I got it!

Nice one, Patricia!

Good morning. Can you give me some information?

We saw these flyers there in a cafe.

Can you point out who's responsible

for the casting for the film "Our Beloved Month of August"?

- The casting, that's not me.

I'm the sound. I'm recording this thing.

The one who's in charge of castings is that girl in the production crew.

The one in the wheelchair, poor thing.

- Yes, yes, and what's her name? - She's Patricia.

- She won. - I won by points.

Good morning. Are you in charge of the casting for the film

"Our Beloved Month of August"? - I'm not in charge here.

Actually, if I was everything would be different.

Talk with that man with glasses who's from the director's crew.

- Which one? With or without the hat? - Can you move out of the way.

- Without hat. - Sorry. Thank you.

- Good morning. - May I play now?

Who's responsible for the casting for "Our Beloved Month of August"?

- The casting? - Yes.

I saw this flyer in the cafe.

It's a bit difficult right now. We're in the middle of a game of quoits.

I just wanted to have a word with the person in charge.

You can speak to the guy in red.

- Could I speak to you for a moment? - Huh?

Are you responsible for the casting of "Our Beloved Month of August"?

I want to play... Yes.

So, has it already happened, or is it still going to happen?

- Miss, let him play now... - It's all over.

It's just a bit of information. Is it really over?

- And there's no other possibility? - I want to go again!

Don't touch the quoits please! That one's Mr. Miguel's.

Isn't there another chance, really?

We thought it was a really interesting idea. And since we're on holiday...

But today we're here working. Can't you see we don't have any time?

- What about in the afternoon? - In the afternoon we're here working.

- What about tomorrow? - Tomorrow we play... we're working.

Okay, look... Can I make you a wager?

If I knock down the pin, I get to be in the film. Can we do it that way?

Can we?

Switch your legs. Switch your legs, because you're not left-handed.

Turn. Like that... Hold it in your palm and close it.

Pull back... Pull back...

I had a lot of pain and so I said:

"I'm not going to the procession, because I've got a lot of pain."

I couldn't move, I couldn't walk.

And suddenly,

there's a man in the church,

"I'm lacking one person for the litter."

I don't know what got into me, I went and picked up one of the litters,

the one that was lacking a person, it was the Holy Queen, I won't forget.

From then on I always carried the Holy Queen, every year.

I was coming up the hill

with the Saint on my shoulder...

I was reaching the top,

so much pain, tears were falling down my face with the pain of suffering.

I continued going up

and Our Lady of Health had gone around and was starting to go down

and I crossed in front of Our Lady of Health,

because when the procession gets here, to this little square,

it goes around, then goes down again.

I gazed at Our Lady of Health,

from then until the end of the procession I didn't have any pain.

Tell me Sir, what was that?

I had pain. I had a surgery already scheduled, on a herniated disk

and I still haven't been operated on. Fourteen years have already gone by.

- This is what it means to have faith. - It wasn't faith.

I looked at Our Lady of Health, I'm not practicing, or religious,

I don't have any faith...

I looked at Our Lady of Health, there's a picture of her over there,

from then on I didn't have any pain. - It could have been coincidence...

It could have been a coincidence, it could have been anything.

- And then people relate... - But I was going up...

Even the president of the brotherhood turned to me:

"You want someone to take your place? Are you feeling bad?"

"It's not necessary, I'll manage until the end."

With the litter and the herniated disk, you can imagine what it's like.

- I see. - I went by right there.

When I started back down I didn't have anymore pain.

Our Lady of Health was going up and I was going down.

- You attribute this to Our Lady and... - I do, man!

Now you've got to respect it and keep up the tradition...

You say you're going to carry the litter with Our Lady...

our Holy Queen lsabel, that's right?

I carry our Holy Queen lsabel. I don't carry Our Lady of Health,

normally it's the women that carry her because of the vows.

- I always take the Holy Queen. - It's the Holy Queen lsabel, okay.

It's like going to Fatima. People go to Fatima because of some kind of faith.

Man, it's not faith in the Holy Queen. I have the faith of...

But you associate it to this moment. Why did you go after this one?

It's because you've interiorized it...

Armando Nunes, Karaoke in Coja

Cover me with your mantle of love

Keep me in the peace Of that gaze

Because you see the wounds And the pain, it lets me go on

You're beautiful, Armando!

That my feet are able to trod On the stones in my path

Even wounded with thorns You help me to go on

If sorrows remain within me

Mother Throw them from my heart

And I ask forgiveness Of those I"ve made suffer

If I put my body To the test of pain

Lift the weight of the cross

Pray for me My Mother

Next to Jesus

Holy Mother

Give me your hand

Protect my heart

Protect my life

And my destiny

Holy Mother

Give me your hand

Protect my heart

Protect my life

And my destiny

Along my path

Protect me

ARGANlL FlRE BRlGADE

LOOKOUT POST

0-5, it's 41 -5, over.

0-5 listening, 41-5, transmit.

0-5. It's to turn over the post. Sonia Bandeira leaves and Clara enters.

I've been a fire warder for three years.

When I came here it was more because it is a summer job

and it gives me more spare time to do other things.

And here I really only have to keep a lookout

for smoke

and transmit the coordinates

to the center here in the district.

I do the night shift or the day but it's always twelve hours.

During that time, as well as walking on the balcony looking for fire,

I sing, dance...

- Do you sing? - I sing.

To entertain myself a bit I normally walk around outside here singing.

Normally I only really sing for the birds and the wind.

Oh, to die of love

Is actually better Than to live life

Without having you

Oh, to die of love

Is actually better Than to live

Without you

Even Cabbages wanted to buy him from me.

Maybe I should have sold him to Cabbages that night...

I was always next to him and and I had money in my pocket.

- Buy what? - Once you wanted to buy my kid.

The kid?

Don't say that, I'll go to prison. Are you crazy or what?

- You're so full of stories... - Suddenly you forget everything.

- Buy the kid... - You're so full of shit...

Then, she'd go to her mother-in-law's, you know, my mother's house,

she'd steal money, this and that.

Clever guy, I got her pregnant. She ran away, thank Christ.

I ended up with everything she owned. Everything!

She took the kid. In five or six years the kid will want to know his father.

Eventually he will come here, don't you worry...

- Ramiro, how many kids does he have? - I don't know. It's his problem.

I don't have any. Up till now no one's knocked on my door and said

"This is yours." So, excellent.

And so, it"s like this: Paulo is a person... How should I say?

He"s a person that lets himself be completely led by other people.

And so, that night I got to the bar, the one where Paulo was...

Paulo wasn"t... How should I say it?

I"m not saying in the greatest shape, but he wasn"t completely Paulo

and he was caught up in the mood,

that was what almost forced him to jump from the bridge.

We were having a drink. There was a girl, quite young,

who doubted if Paulo was capable of jumping...

Maybe because she was so young.

Paulo insisted, I tried to talk him out of it,

Paulo insisted again and suddenly I see sneakers off,

clothes off.

The bottle of beer he was drinking

was resting on the sill of a window

and he said: ""I"m going to jump so there won"t be any doubt. ""

And suddenly I see Paulo heading to the middle of the bridge

and then leaping.

I knew that, even though Paulo was the river kid,

when he hit the water,

he hurt himself...

He was complaining about a foot or a leg, whatever.

His brother went to help him and, well, Paulo wasn"t okay.

I'm going to go get an ashtray.

- Throw them over there. - It's better.

- It's better? - If it's better, it's better.

It's better to go get an ashtray. Don't put them out on the floor.

You've already done walks around here?

- Here people only smoke and drink. - This is excellent wine.

Hey man, if someone dies...

I didn't kill my father. He already died. It wasn't me that killed him.

What do you expect me to do? You want me to kill myself over this?

- It's not worth it. - And so...

You filled my fucking glass! You're fucked.

- I filled it, but... - You are, you are. I saw you.

My glass wasn't like that, absolutely.

Absolutely certain it wasn't. I could be drunk...

- Now it's to your health. - You want me to get even more pissed.

You won't succeed.

Down in one.

Oh man, I can't drink alcohol. Especially red wine...

- It will only make you sleepy. - I don't like red wine.

Look, what's going to be our dinner?

We've still got to put it together.

You're filming things that weren't what I thought for this script.

- They're extras. - They're extras...

They're extras...

They're extras...

Tania. Fifteen years old.

Brunette. Not very tall, but slender.

Worries about what she's wearing, uses too much make-up for her age.

Her passion for music, inherited from her father, a beautiful voice, pure,

which made her the vocalist for Estrelas do Alva from age thirteen.

She's intelligent, determined, affable, sociable, open

and generous though she can stick her nose up a bit

and sulk over the catcalls boys make at the concerts.

Domingos.

Domingos is a successful man at the local level,

he owns two taxis...

- One taxi... - One taxi.

- A small record store... - Without store. No money, no store...

He's chief in charge of the band Estrelas do Alva.

He's around forty, cuts an elegant figure, sign of a well-regulated life.

Musically he's eclectic with preference for the classics:

Julio lglesias, Tony de Matos and the more romantic Marco Paulo.

As well as his passion for music, he lives only for Tania, his daughter.

Then... Helder. 1 7 years old. Tania's cousin.

Handsome, reasonably well-mannered and intelligent.

He lives with his sister in Loures

but this year he's going to Strasbourg with his immigrant parents.

A suburban touch...

He's got a great ear. He can pick songs immediately, without any effort,

Iike someone who's gifted.

Where are these people?

Bring me more money from Lisbon

and I'll be here with the right people to play these characters.

Yeah but how much more time are you going to spend shooting

with the whole crew here, but no actors?

Fabio is one of those people who"s almost complete.

He"s a little bit of everything.

He"s someone who really plays well,

who knows how to measure distances and really balance the team.

He"s someone who plays hockey with his head.

He"s able to balance that part of Hockey that"s difficult,

which is playing with roller skates, with a stick in your hands, a ball,

and then having to think about what to do with all that.

And then Fabio, in his normal life, is a great kid, right?

He"s an excellent student,

he"s someone who, contrary to what many people think,

doesn"t lose interest in what he likes to do: playing the guitar,

speaking English really well, playing hockey really well.

But without neglecting his studies. He"s able to balance things.

He"s got a great methodology that acts as an example for the group.

I"ve been his coach practically since he was four.

I"ve been with him since he began school,

I"ve always been by his side, except for one year,

but he"s always been a boy who"s evolving.

He"s not a hasty boy,

he was someone who grew gradually...

Rehearsal of the Broken Skull band, Oliveira do Hospital

-You've been doing hockey a long time? - Yeah, yeah. For fifteen years.

- Fifteen years... - I was two...

- And how could you skate? - You know, it was a habit.

But at the beginning I fell a few times. Hurt myself a bit.

Roller skates. I tried it a few times, it's difficult. Is it quad skaters?

- Yeah... four wheels. - They're more difficult...

No. For me it's easier. I'm more used to them.

And what do you do? Normally?

I'm a forest fire warden. Only in the summer.

Today I"m happy I"m gonna be with you

The sun started shining early

Today even the weather Is our friend

Just how good it is For strolling

Taking a stroll with you Loving and being happy

What more Could I want from life?

To have love And plenty of love to give

To have love And plenty of love to love

Taking a stroll with you Loving and being happy

But what does it matter That it"s said

That to love like this Is to play

Come love Come for a walk

0-5. It's 41 -5. I read you.

0-5, it's to report a column of smoke to my 356 degrees.

Come and see how beautiful The afternoon is...

And how good it is To be alone together

If the day ends Love goes on

Because there"s so much Love inside of us

Taking a stroll with you Loving and being happy

What more Could I want from life?

To have love And plenty of love to give

No, no, he walks with a limp, because he was run over.

After what happened he jumped again.

He wasn"t to blame for what happened to him.

He was run over by Moroccans.

I don"t know, that"s what they told me

that they were drunk and everything and ran him over.

The boy wasn"t to blame at all, sadly he was run over

and today he still doesn"t walk very well.

And for a long time he was waiting for compensation which he has a right to.

He wanted to buy a jacket from the Moroccans. Only he...

he didn't have any cash and so he went over...

He got there, saw the jackets laid out on top of some tables.

He was wearing an old jacket

and he grabbed one of the new jackets from the Moroccans.

What happens: the Moroccans asked him money for the jacket.

He, obviously, didn't have any cash.

Confusion then more confusion, he goes out the door.

He goes down the street, to the bridge

and the Moroccans leave the cafe

and go around by the fair, where they hold the fair.

When the Moroccans met up with him

at the beginning of the street,

which is where the pharmacy is,

he was there leaning against the river wall

and the Moroccans come up, on the wrong side,

and hit him. Well, they hit him against the wall.

The Moroccans took off

and "Miller" was left there against the wall, his legs complete crushed.

After that, the Moroccans crossed the bridge

and, after the fire station, went off the road.

A few meters beyond that they were caught by the police...

and one of them went to prison.

The other didn't, the other escaped. One of the Moroccans escaped.

Right, he went to prison

and today "Miller" is still waiting for the compensation money

the police said the Moroccans would pay him.

One thing leads to the next and he said he had to go to court...

But this is a court I've never seen...

And "Miller", I haven't to this day seen him with any money.

And now he says that he has to go to trial, next month or something.

Only that I don't really see which trial

because the Moroccans never came back... here.

And "Miller" goes on being crippled, now imagine what that's like.

Now, he goes around,

and he survives by jumping into the river every once and a while.

- Were they were out of their rights? - Of course they weren't,

Me, if I'd been in the Moroccan's place I'd have done the same.

Listen...

The last time I was here with you,

you were here, working, or whatever,

and after... - Man, I was here working,

until I wasn't happy with the salary that they wanted to give me.

I got to a certain point and I quit and now they don't want...

Up to now they haven't paid me. Nothing. Completely zero.

So, what did you do after that?

I went to work for the farm. But on the farm, another liar.

I always get caught up with liars.

The guy came to a point, he came on the 23rd,

he came up to me in the Cabbages' bar.

"So, let's settle accounts." So, we settle accounts: 200 euros.

In the beginning he talked about a 1000 and up till now nothing.

He gave me 200 euros. The farm manager who's there earns only 300.

The only thing is to forget about it...

- How do you live, man? - I live, I work here and there.

So I can eat and live, it's going like that.

Potatoes, beans, in everything, a bit of everything. Agriculture.

But this thing with the drinks is on Saturday and Sunday.

I don't have to work either Saturday or Sunday.

I worked Monday to Friday. Weekends were mine. I did what I wanted.

Working hours, there was never any alcohol at all.

By Saturday, well, I used to begin Friday night,

and only stopped by Saturday night, if not by Sunday night.

Monday I had to be at work. It's normal.

It's like anyone else. I don't like clubs. Dances the same.

I like being in a bar drinking. Period. While I'm here that's my life.

So, it never happened that you didn't show up on a Monday?

It happened. A guy gets up...

"My head hurts like" and you don't go. I only showed up after lunch...

But totally calm, I was completely wrecked, I mean it was a long weekend.

What a story!

Plenty Mondays, not just one or two, a number of them.

But on Tuesday I was always there ready to work.

If I didn't work Monday, Saturday I had to be there,

to make five days, yeah, the five weekdays.

That's how it was: I was in the first bar,

which is the coffee bar, the Cabbages' one,

and two Moroccans showed up with jackets, belts, to sell.

I got to a point, already well lit,

one of them was really insisting: "Buy, buy the jacket!"

And I didn't want any jacket, I was sick of jackets.

So heading past the counter I threw their jackets on the floor.

Right away it was a crazy film...

They wanted to beat the shit of me, but since I reacted, they calmed down.

Then a guy named Joao Cabaceiro,

my brother bought a cell-phone from this guy, he wanted to shoot him

and me, "Man, this isn't happening."

We get to the "Varandas do Alva"

and going down to the bridge, I was talking with him, Joao Cabeceiro,

and the Moroccans came up from behind at more than 80 miles / hour,

and hit me front on. It was my teeth, my leg, my head, my nose.

I know that I was two nights and two days in a coma.

As soon as I woke up, I had a son about fifteen days old.

Man, right, I didn't even want to be operated on or nothing.

What I wanted was to go home, to be by my son.

I got home, eyes swollen, broken teeth, my leg in a cast,

I was almost sixteen months in a cast.

After taking off the cast, I went around another month or two

to the gym, backwards and forwards on the bicycle, walked a lot.

Right, so I started to work in construction with Jorge Abreu.

A mix-up there in the Cabbages' second bar, a bet with my friends,

a beer... I go to the bridge, and jump. The river was low that day.

Also I didn't see anything. I fell and bang! I twisted my foot.

Now, it's fixed again, it's ready for another time. It's completely okay.

I'm still waiting for the insurance, nothing is in order, not the money.

I'm waiting for a good bit, but I don't know when that is.

It's still going to take a few days.

So I jump from the bridge here, where the two nails are.

It's here... I don't know where... here...

We're almost there... almost...

I still don't see them... Okay, look, here they are.

It's right here where I do my backsaults,

and it was here where I hurt my foot that night.

It was a sprain like pretty serious.

Then, my brother showed up on his motorcycle,

he went to pick me below the stairs, over there...

I had to climb up the stairs on my ass,

with my foot all swelled up, you see.

My brother wanted to take me to the hospital and I said "You're crazy!"

and I didn't go. I'll do it in my own way.

Listen, did you drive those nails in before or after you jump?

No, the nails have already been there for years.

There already here for some 6, 7, 8, I don't know how many years...

- But was it you who put them there? - Yeah, to mark the place of the jump.

The jump, no. Several. Hundreds of jumps.

Only on that day the river was lower.

So, I also couldn't see. There's no light here.

So I jumped, and hit bottom with my feet. Right on my injured leg.

Injured no, because it's not injured. It's a little shorter than the other.

And it's like that.

Backsault on Carnival, every year. This year I don't know if I'll do it.

We'll see about that, later.

Hello, ladies and gentleman. A very good afternoon to all.

It's now 3:13 pm.

And because it's Thursday between 15 and 1 7h

you'll be listening to the program "We, the women."

In addition to being on-line, today we're also taking part in a film.

Which we are very proud of we at Arganil Radio Club.

Estrelas do Alva band, Pisao

Do you still remember how it all began, love?

If you forgot, i didn"t,

Our first kiss Was behind the church

At the summer "s ball

The moon was smiling Your lips were asking

As was the whole village

Hoping to see us get it right And showing their support

I still can hear them

Everyone shouted Even the Priest

Hold her, Hold her!

The band wouldn"t stop playing And all the people were singing

Hold her, hold her!

Hold her tight!

We held each other And that was that

Hold her, hold her!

Like that my love, indeed Our passion began

At the summer dance

Let"s go boys! Hold her!

Do you still, my love Remember how it all began?

If you"ve forgotten I"ve not at all

Our first kisses Were behind the church

At the summer dance

The moon smiling Your mouth asking

And the whole village as well

Wanting to see us get it right And to encourage me

I still remember My treasure

Everyone shouted Even the Priest joined

Hold her, hold her!

The band continued to play, all the people singing

Hold her, hold her!

We held each other The two of us...

Hey, look! That guitar is completely out of tune...

What d'ya know! We've got another musical genius in the family.

- Hey girl, you're lookin hot! - Hi, Lena.

This is Helder, my cousin from Lisbon.

I didn't know you had such a handsome cousin.

Excuse me for getting to the concert late. Did it go well?

My Nelson was on fire, you know... Hey, let's dance!

""For the little star of Alva who always sings so well.

"You"re the reason of my life. I love you very much.

""Dad. ""

""My mother," Joao de Deus.

""When my soul looks anxiously out on this world to which I"m yet to belong,

""onto the vague waves of this immense ocean,

""a more beautiful shape stands out:

""it"s my saintly mother.

""Sweet cradle in which my infancy was suspended,

""saintly mother that I see and, I think, I will always see,

""if God is merciful.

""Like tongues of flame that avidly attract each other,

""our arms reach, one to the other,

""but our arms fall.

""And then, that"s when we measure the immense distance,

""from where the sighs of our longing feelings breakout.

Look lovers, cousins and married!

- Don't run away! - What do you want?

They can offer me treasures Seas of silver

Rivers of gold for In exchange of your love

They can make me Queen

Have this land to myself

Which I don"t want No sir

They can offer me the world And make me head of everything

In exchange of your love

They can give me diamonds

And the most distant kingdoms

Which I don"t want No sir

I want you Really you

And without you Nothing interests me

What are they worth In the end

Riches without equal

If I can"t share them With you

I want you Really you

And no matter What anyone offers me

I"ll value none of it

If I don"t have your love If I don"t have you with me

Look, it's Nelson!

- It's only hotties in this place! - That's because of love...!

When you go to Strasbourg are you going to repeat the year?

I really hope not.

- I'd prefer to work as a courier. - What?

I don't care about school. What I want is to ride a motorcycle.

Will you find a French girl there?

- What? - If you'll find a French girlfriend?

I prefer the national product.

Did you knew that song already?

I heard it yesterday at the concert. Maybe it doesn't go quite like that...

It does, it clearly does. This guy's a genius at the guitar, man.

See if you know this one, then.

Tony Carreira.

With such beautiful dolls I went out with

With some I confess That I cried

But staying was never Really for me

That"s the way I am

Good-by my love...

That bullshit with the electricity!

Tuesdays and Thursdays is always the same thing...

And Mondays and Wednesdays...

There are more fans here than in an airport.

There's wind everywhere.

Okay do you guys want to help me, or stand around chit-chatting?

So, is it true that yesterday "Cabbages" ran over a dog?

He ran over something. But, at that hour, if it was a dog or a bitch I don't know...

Look, it's Janota! Oh Janota, go away! Go to the neighbor's yard!

Go on, move! And there he goes...

- You didn't tell Helder anything? - I didn't tell what?

- How your mother disappeared? - You think so, dad?

Imagine... "Helder, your aunt didn't run away

"or abandon her husband and daughter, like you supposed.

"She was kidnapped by aliens, you understand?"

"My father saw the whole thing, but he'd rather be called a cuckold,

"and things like 'poor dear' instead of people thinking he's crazy."

There are things that should die with us, dad.

I love you so much, Tania.

- So? How's the shooting going? - Everything's fine.

- Yeah? - Until now... Everything's alright.

- Have you appeared many times? - As many times as necessary.

And a few more times, without it being in the script but, oh well...

- It's going very well. - They're a bit disorganized?

No. I don't call that disorganization.

It's a manner of theirs of working and I think they do well.

It's gone very well and the lines haven't been difficult...

- It's easy to memorize? - It's easy to memorize.

I'm not so young anymore. I'm a bit tired now...

Working, because this isn't my life...

And today I'm going to appear for the first time.

Two days ago, I had the role for today completely learnt by heart.

Everything perfect. They call me up at the last minute:

"Oh Manel! We changed the scene there! Now it's another scene!"

And now how am I going to memorize all that shit?

I'm really upset, a bundle of nerves. I don't know how I'm going to do it!

- All you have to do is memorize! - But I didn't have time!

- You don't have time? Don't sleep! - It's not a question of sleeping...

- I'll have circles under my eyes. - Sleep quickly.

- Do like me, sleep for an hour... - You're clever! If you had my life!

You're putting in doors and windows, it's not the same life that I have...!

Now I'm not putting in anything.

Right, I have to put up with a whole bunch of condominium owners.

That's my life. Put up with owners. This isn't my life here making films!

But you have to do it with pleasure.

I'm not questioning the pleasure.

I spent the whole week preparing myself to do a scene.

They get here, at last minute,

two days before, the director's assistant calls me up:

"Mr. Soares! Swap this scene! You're doing a different one!" Oh man!

That's what it means to be an actor. You have to be ready for everything.

But I already told you! This isn't my profession.

I'm just an amateur that is here to make a little film.

I'm not like you, already the champion here!

Yeah, yeah, I'm important here...!

What's good in all this, is that we're going to shoot in Fraga da Pena,

a beautiful place, and cooler...

A guy shows up in a suit with all this heat...

You see? Shooting in Fraga da Pena in a suit?

- Cool, it's not for just anyone. - Obviously not!

Listen, it looks like I'm going to get married...!

But it's because everyone is coming from mass, in a procession...

But the roles aren't hard to memorize.

First you think you're going to have to get all that in your head.

- But then you just go slowly. - And how did you end up in this film?

How did I end up in this film? Look, I was singing karaoke

and some stars with a huge camera came up to me.

I only remember the camera, I don't remember the mic-muff up in the air...

- And so, that's how it was. - Really?

They thought I had that star thing and bang!

But look, thank God.

- Are you liking it? - It's spectacular.

I don't know because today is still my first day.

But me, they called me over there.

A girl from the crew came up to me:

"You were the master of ceremonies... how do you get a stage like?"

I had to teach the girl right there how to do an event.

I was organizing the whole thing.

For the event a year later, I wasn't the master of ceremonies,

but I was there and they began to film me.

And they asked me to tell stories. Stories about the village.

I began to tell stories of my life.

My problem with my spine

and about my faith in the Holy Queen. And how every year I carry the litter.

I began to tell this story and they were recording it without me knowing.

The guy there with the little mic-muff recording and me without me knowing!

Then they asked about the story of how the night of the balls was born.

And they were recording it without me knowing!

Then they asked me to go to Lisbon,

to go for a casting. They invited me.

I signed a contract!

To come here like if I was an actor or something? Can you imagine?

What gets me

is the pity of not having a few less years.

- You'd dedicate yourself to this? - Right away!

- I give up the windows in a second! - You windows, me the owners!

If they paid me well I'd give up the owners in a second...

I wouldn't think twice!

- Hello Mrs. Conceicao! - Hello. Is everything going well?

You're looking very well.

You see the situation they've put me in?

Very good! I ended up in the same situation!

I don't know if I did better than you, or not...

- Life goes on... - God willing, health to all of you.

- Good luck for everyone. - Thank you very much.

- I'm already a bit gaga... - This is Armando from Monte Frio.

Give us a kiss too.

- You're involved with this too? - That's right.

I didn't recognize you just now. I had a stroke last year and my speaking,

I didn't come back 1 00 percent. - Yes, it did!

That's how it is...

- You're beautiful! You're young! - Take care!

Thanks a lot. Greetings to everyone. Go with God.

Some horns... by the door!

Sometime I have to take you to France with me, so you'll develop.

There are druggies there, I won't say no.

But they're there in their space, no one bothers them,

the police set that place aside, they put it how it should be.

Now here in Portugal they break everything, the buildings,

they don't pay their condominium fees.

We go to court and we wait two years!

I see you in Portugal, fed up with working but, by the end of the month,

nothing, always broke.

There, you can save, the end of the month you have money in your pocket!

The only thing I miss about my dear Portugal is the codfish...

- Hey! Put yourselves over there. - Dad, give me that, I'll do it.

You're not doing anything! Go stand next to your cousin.

- Is it ok like this? - A little bit more to the left.

Helder! Drop off the stick and stand straight!

- Say "whiskey!" - Whiskeeey!

- This damn thing doesn't work... - Tino, you want help?

Was that an earthquake? Did it move or what?

What a shitty country!

- Come on. You're losing the rhythm. - Take it easy. We're not racing.

If you want it faster, write it yourself.

Dear Nelson, I know that I can be really mean.

But I also have a good heart.

I regret a lot for having ripped up your message.

I went to the waste basket and put everything back together again.

I know now that I'm crazy for you.

It was the first time anyone wrote me a love letter.

I've learned many knew things with you and I think it's still not over.

I love you. I adore your body and...

-...and your smile. - I don't think that's good.

The smile is more important than the body. It should come first.

So, then don't put in the smile.

If not, I'll have to cross it out and the presentation is important.

Your body and...

... and your caresses. - Okay. But the smile was beautiful.

More. I don't want him to have any doubts. He's already suffered so much.

I suffer a lot...

- "Suffer", with one "f'? - No, stupid.

I suffer a lot, comma, in understanding that we're one

and that we got angry in vain. - That way he won't understand it.

I suffer a lot. Period.

- We were made for one another. - And we shouldn't be apart again.

Slow down.

- I dream of being in your arms... - Devouring you with a million kisses.

- Are you kidding me? Take it easy. -...feel the heat of your body...

"Body" that's done. The heat of your smile!

-...and the twinkle of your eyes. - Oh! I give up!

-...to fondle your boobs... -...and you'll be slapped silly.

Concentrate!

Estrelas do Alva Band, Mount Culcurinho

And this one is for our friends, the firemen!

With my guitar

I travelled the world And with it i saw

Such beautiful things

That life can bring That"s part of life

I dated such beautiful dolls

For some of them, I confess I cried

But staying was never my thing

That"s the way I am

Goodbye my love The world awaits me

And the Springtime Might end

Goodbye my love I"m going around with the world

I"m a vagabond I won"t stop

I like them Blonde or brunette

Good-looking, be they small or big

May they speak Russian, Greek or Irish

Or Portuguese

Always moving on

Only one Did not leave me alone

And stood with me along the way

And that was my guitar

Goodbye my love I"m going around with the world

And the Springtime Might end

Goodbye my love I"m going around with the world

I"m a vagabond I won"t stop

Thank you!

You spent the whole concert pounding out of time!

Me, out of time? I didn't notice.

I could have gotten distracted by Helder playing.

Either pay attention to Helder or play the songs like we rehearsed them.

And help me pack this stuff.

I know that he can't stand me. It's not my fault what my aunt did to them.

Nelson's over there with a hottie!

I missed him in "Cabbages" by a bit, he'd already left.

The guy didn't want to tell me, but I bet he was with that slut!

Lena it's late, wouldn't it be better to go home?

- Talk with Nelson tomorrow. - Are you my friend, or not, Tania?

You know that when I have a feeling I'm never wrong!

Lena, you have presentiments every day.

He's not there either.

What would you do if you saw him with someone else?

Hell! I'd smack the shit out of him! And her...

- Let's see if he's in the other bar? - I'm going home. Are you staying?

- Yeah. - Okay then, goodnight and good luck.

Oh Tania...!

There's Anibal's sister-in-law. Don't look, man!

Don't you want to dance a bit with the girls?

- I'm not much of a dancer... - You're the king of the ballroom!

Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to come here.

We know them from Mass. There will be a scandal with my wife!

Girls are like priests. They take a vow of professional secrecy.

- Look at that one there, so pretty. - She's hot!

Do you know her?

- What are you drinking, Miss? - Champagne.

Right, I mean that's very expensive. Get yourself a whiskey.

You're really pretty. What's your name?

- Rosa Maria. - Damn!

Look Miss, okay, ask for a bottle of Champagne,

but go sit over there, near that good-looking guy

and tell him your name is Paulinha. Is that okay?

The ""Sound of Crystal"" has a first part...

So early? I thought that with uncle Celestino it would be all night long.

I'm getting too old for it.

I even think it's good that you go out once in a while, dad.

...I have a way of singing softly. But the refrain comes in,

""She got tired of sleeping alone waiting for me"",

then the configuration of the first part can"t be used anymore.

She got tired Of sleeping alone

Waiting for me

And that night Decided to put an end

To her long And wretched wait

She no longer wanted

To lead the life Of the honored wife

If in truth being an upright woman As she was

Didn"t solve anything

She decided

To abandon The role of the spouse

To live among The butterflies

That arrange their pick-ups there

My life much less uncertain Now goes on...

You know, Helder... I think I've never had a friend like you.

You're already drunk, girl.

You're right I am, aren't l?

Did you have a girlfriend for a long time in Lisbon?

I have nice boobs, agree?

You must have noticed. Guys only think about these things.

You know, I like you more than Tania.

- Why? - Because you're here and she's not.

What is it this time?

- It's the normal thing. - No it's not.

Your cousin's an idiot who took advantage of me.

And I'm an ass because I let him.

One day I"ll be happy again

Estrelas do Alva Band, Vinho

I know my life won"t be like that

But you"ll always Be within me

Your image Will be my company

They told me go forward Stop your mourning now

That this love would be forgotten With another love

It"s a lie

It"s a lie

There are loves We never forget

It"s a lie

It"s a lie

Time will pass But the wound remains

It"s a lie

It"s a lie

There are loves We never forget

It"s a lie

It"s a lie

I like you a lot, Domingos.

Helder! Bring dad a beer.

- Tino! That's enough. Stop drinking. - I'm not going to drive, dammit!

Helder!

Here comes Camoes...

Don't you want to dance with your cousin? He dances well.

No, you dance better.

- Do want some grilled pork, Helder? - No thanks.

- Tania, it's Lena. - Maybe it's for you...

Tino come and eat some grilled pork.

- You should eat something Tino. - I won't. Fuck them all, frenchies.

In Portugal, we say good morning! Even if we don't know each other!

Good morning! Good Afternoon!

Hello? Hi Lena.

No.... I don't feel like it today.

No, Lena. I'm staying home.

I don't know, call someone! Look, I have to go. Bye.

Whore!

-...beyond Taprobana... - Father!

You like to kiss the madames' asses! I'm proud to be Portuguese!

Maria Rosa? Maria Rosa, my sister!

I haven't seen you for such a long time...

You don't like the French either, do you?

I'm so sorry... So sorry...!

Yes?

My little rabbit...

- What are you doing, son? - I was here looking at these photos.

The girl is identical to Maria Rosa. It's unnerving.

Mother, you never saw Aunty again?

No. I only heard that she ran away with a doctor from Lisbon.

But let's not talk about this right now. Your father gets angry.

We never understood what she was thinking.

Suddenly she went quiet.

Sometimes, I think that Maria Rosa is dead

and that she was reincarnated in the body of her daughter.

Helder, pay attention...

Get away from these people. They're a different kind of people.

And don't trust the girl...!

- What huge animals! Are they Russian? - They seem more German.

Hello. Good morning.

- Are you from Portugal? - Yes, we're from here.

That is... From here nearby.

- Yeah. We Portuguese. And you? - Eric.

How cute, he told me his name. No, where are you from?

Look, your cousin, Tania!

So, cousin? Been keeping out of sight?

Hi. I've been keeping close to home.

Hey Tania, they're Belgian!

Foreign friends?

- You haven't been at the rehearsals. - I have to go talk to your father.

- I think I'm going to quit the band. - But why?

One or two concerts is cool. But so many is a pain in the ass.

Hello Helder. Tania, how do you say "mercearia" in English?

"Merciaraia."

Let's go. They're nice, these foreigners.

- Lena's definitely in control. - It seems like you didn't know that.

I wasn't going to have any luck with her friend.

Who told you so, clever boy?

Good afternoon.

Estrelas do Alva Band, Celavisa

My beloved month of August

I dream of you The whole year through

I got a smile on my face My beloved month of August

Because I know I"ll be back

My beloved month of August

I dream of you The whole year through

I"ve got a smile on my face My beloved month of August

And I"ve got God on my side

So many days have passed So many months have passed

I can"t wait to go back

I"m begining to feel This longing killing me

I can 't wait to go back

So many hours have passed I sure need to go back

To get rid of this longing

And sing: let"s go, Let"s go back to paradise

My beloved month of August

I dream of you All the year through

I got a smile on my face My beloved month of August

For I know I"ll be back

My beloved month of August

I dream of you The whole year through

I"ve got a smile on my face My beloved month of August

And I"ve got God on my side

So many days have passed I"m living without joy

I can"t wait to go back

To hit the road And taste the wine again

I can"t wait to go back

So many hours have passed

I really need to go back

To get rid of this longing

And sing: let"s go, Let"s go back to paradise

My beloved month of August

I dream of you The whole year through

I got a smile on my face My beloved month of August

Because I know I"ll be back

My beloved month of August

I dream of you The whole year through

I"ve got a smile on my face My beloved month of August

And I"ve got God on my side

Embrace me

And without saying a thing Come and embrace me

A look is enough To understand

That you"ll leave Embrace me

As though it was The first time

Like two lovers Who fell asleep

Embrace me

If you go

You won"t forget That one day, some time ago

When we were kids Born to love

I gave you my life Without thinking

If you go

I"ll never understand Love, why you carried away

An eternity In such a brief moment

If you go Only the silence will remain

The thing began to smoke from here. I don't know what I should do with it.

I don't know if it's the fan, or what.

- It overheated, is that it? - Might be the thermostat.

- Does it have water? - Water, yeah. I don't get it at all.

- Belt? - Maybe it's a ruptured pipe.

It's wet there. Maybe that pipe ruptured.

I don't know! Maybe it lost water and overheated.

It's coming from there. Is it damp?

Maybe not, maybe not. Look at the radiator...

Lately it's been acting up like this.

- Look, the water's coming from here. - That's what I was saying.

The pipe is ruptured. You've got to put a new pipe in.

- So, dad, can I go out? - Where are you going and with whom?

I'll follow the procession or go to the esplanade at the camping park.

- It depends on what they want to do. - Who's "they"?

Lena and Helder, and some Belgians we met at the park.

You're not going, no. I don't know these guys from a hole in the wall.

What's the problem, dad? The Belgians are great guys.

I heard that they're a bunch of motorcycle freaks.

But everyone's already coming.

Since when did you start thinking I don't know how to behave myself?

You're not going, Tania! That's it.

- What's wrong, dad? - Jesus, there's are a ton of them...

- Is it because of the Belgians? - You're staying in and be quiet.

- Hello! If you'll excuse us... - Come in!

We're going to go in...

Who do you think I am? You're confusing me with someone else.

You're my daughter and you'll do what I tell you to do.

By the light of that lamp

I fixed up my marriage

By the light of that lamp

I fixed up my marriage

Don"t turn off the lamp

To keep the vow

Don"t turn off the lamp

To keep the vow

My mother"s shawl

Old and full of holes

My mother"s shawl

Old and full of holes

I only felt good

Wrapped up in it

I only felt good

Wrapped up in it

Oh brilliant society...

So, what's that face all about?

These guys are already pissed... You're coming out with us?

No. I'm staying in to clean things up.

- Clean the stuff tomorrow. - No, it has to be today.

I'll help you and then we'll go.

I can't, Helder. We'll talk tomorrow.

It's your father, isn't it? Does he want you all to himself?

Don't hassle me.

Sausage!

In this house everything is fine

In this house the people are refined

In this house everything is fine

In this house the people are refined

The only thing missing is a woman

To raise the girl

The only thing missing is a woman

To raise the girl

Speaking badly of the lives of others

Is a mean, small-minded act

Speaking badly of the lives of others

Is a mean, small-minded act

Would you like it if they sang here

Your brother killed himself with venom

Would you like it if it was sung in here

That your brother killed himself with venom

I"ve already had a few drinks

But tell me who can

I"ve already had a few drinks

But tell me who can

If those two are father and daughter

Or are they man and wife?

If those two are father and daughter

Or are they man and wife?

Mother

You are so far From me

Mother

I feel you are crying

Don't cry...

Don't cry, for the love of God...

I'm sorry if I was too tough a little while ago.

I don't want you to be sad.

I'm worried about losing you like I lost your mother.

I'm afraid that one day you won't love me anymore.

Estrelas do Alva Band, Luadas

When I first met you

You were only a child

You lived In your own elusive world

And you wouldn"t even dream

That you might be

The theme For this song

Oh, to die of love

Is actually better Than to live life

without having you

To die of love

Is actually better Than to live

Without you

And time passed Slowly

I didn"t die of love I survived

And the sadness that grew inside me Invading my soul

Inspired this song

That I wrote for you

To die of love

Is much better Than living

Life without having you

To die of love

Is much better Than living

Without you

To die of love

Is much better Than living

Life without having you

To die of love

Is much better Than living

Without you

The fire is advancing, gaining terrain as it increases in strength

And the wind has got up, which is doing nothing to help

the few fire fighters that are furiously trying to hold it back,

or the local people that have got out of their vehicles and are trying to help...

Today you played really well today, Helder.

It's because I'm leaving tomorrow and I'm very happy about it.

Even if I stayed here, for me it would be the last time anyway.

I don't want to play anymore with you.

I don't even want to look at you.

And don't give me that frightened virgin look. You're hardly a virgin.

What are you saying, Helder?

You know very well. I don't feel sorry of you at all.

Maybe aunt Maria Rosa had good reason to take off.

Shut up!

I'm not afraid of you.

Guys like you are always cowards.

So let's listen to this little song that's to your liking

and continue with the program "Remember".

I know

That I won"t be able To have another love

I know

I"ll never meet Someone like you

I want to say once more

How much I love you

In the nights you don"t sleep Who can I call?

Forgive me my lack of courage My love

I can"t

Say everything I feel In a single day

Only you can bring me joy

Happiness is all I want

All I feel for you

I can"t say

All I want from you

I can"t hide

The tears I cried

Were yours,you know it well

You are my only love

You and no one else

Stay with me today.

Don't worry. T omorrow you can come and get him.

Ok, Silva. T omorrow I'll pick him up.

Let me say hello to the hero once more.

Dear, don't worry. He's just fine. The burns were only superficial.

Tomorrow you can come and get him.

He has to stay today just as a matter of precaution.

I can't.

I love you.

I love you. I'm not going to France.

No one can make me go away. Not my parents and not your father.

What happened to you, Helder?

We have to talk, mother.

Helder! Come here to your father.

What have you been up to?

With whom did you spend the night with?

I'm not going to France, dad.

- Tino, please... - What have you done, bastard?

DOMlNO CAFE RESTAURANT

Domingos!

One of these days we'll be back. As bad as it is, we always come back.

- Careful. - Tino, not so tight.

- Excuse me. - Don't worry.

- Your son saved my life. - I sure did.

Go on, Gomes. Have fun.

- Goodbye Tino, may God go with you. - When you pass through Pardieiros

don't forget the Fraga da Pena belongs to Pardieiros.

And don't you forget that the goal I scored...

Nephew Saves Uncle in Pampilhosa Fire

ELM

ELDER

OAK

CHESTNUT

What? Yes!

What's up chief?

This conversation, I don't know if it will be very friendly.

There are some things in the film's sound that weren't supposed to happen.

Joao Nicolau, who's synchronizing the material,

called me and described the sound in some of the shots.

And I said no, that's impossible.

There are phantom sounds in these shots. Sounds that weren't there.

If I want to have other sounds, there are different tracks on the computer,

I can add sounds whenever I want. But if I'm out there in the woods,

I have a shot right near a stream and I hear...

a song... But there are no speakers there... How can it be?

How can it be possible to have sounds that aren't there?

It's all very strange, Vasco. Completely bizarre stuff...!

Sounds appearing, which no one heard but were registered by the recorder?

So what now?

How's it possible? Is it technically possible?

It's possible, technically it's not.

You were talking about cassettes with tracks

but this doesn't have tracks, this are not cassettes. It's a hard disk, here,

which registers the things I want. I go to the places, or whatever.

I may want things and they come to me and not to you.

But technically this doesn't add anything.

I'm the one that goes there! I go and I really want that I go there!

No, no, you're next to me recording the shots

and on the cassettes something else appears...

- Because I'm different from you. - But I'd like...

But I'd like to have the sound of the things that are there.

If I want I can add things,

but I want the sound of things that actually are there. Just that.

Afterwards we can add things, if we want to.

But... there are no songs in the mountains, okay?

Aren't there?

In the mountains there are no songs, Vasco. You know that!

Here, for example, right now, isn't there anything?

Right, this is getting strangely out of proportion...

Vasco, you're not understanding very well what we're talking about.

This characteristic, of finding sounds and being different from the rest...

That's why you're here. To be this kind of sound director.

Now, if you could hear what Joao Nicolau said he heard

in the shots we're talking about,

you'd also agree that those sounds were not there.

We're talking about different things.

It's impossible to hear...

And you yourself would know that those sounds don't exist.

And I'm going to get a hold of that material so that you can see this

and understand what we're talking about.

Because that stuff really didn't exist!

Unless this microphone can reach many miles away

and you can catch Marante in his house playing music...

Which microphone are you using?

It's a completely normal microphone, stereophonic...

Is it unidirectional or multidirectional?

It's nothing, neither one nor the other. What a question!

There are two microphones, one of them unidirectional that points to the front

and the other which points to the sides,

that picks up stereophonic information that comes from the sides...

So, I place...

Man, things get recorded and filmed with wills,

memories, desires and all that.

Without all this it's one big stupidity...

Okay, but what's important is that. If there's a solution. Don't you think?

In other words, how do we fix things? Don't you think?

Are we going to continue...

... hearing things which have nothing to do with the rest?

Vasco Pimentel! How do we solve this?

Do you want goat stew or grilled octopus?

Not now! Now I just want to record!

The sound of Marante is about

to be lost and if there weren't abnormals like me....

not letting it fade...

Can you change this Vasco?

If you can change this?

- One thing at a time. - One thing at a time.

So I have the sound... that exists. The sound that exists.

You can. You can. I can do it. It's less interesting,

I think I'm providing you with less interesting things.

I'd prefer to not be just like all the others who hear nothing.

When I say they hear nothing,

they hear the most abominable things, abject things,

notice that I'm not there.

When normal people are hearing insignificant useless things,

the soap opera on tv, the noise in he restaurant, Benfica, Sporting...

I can't hear those things, I don't go there, so for me they don't exist.

I could also complain, when going into a cafe

that I'm hearing something that doesn't exist!

Yelling, a football guy on one tv, the soap opera on another,

I can also complain to myself that they're altering reality.

Because to me that doesn't exist, I'm never there!

For me Marante exists, singing in the forest,

there in the distance, beautifully... - Vasco, come over here!

This can't be like this. Really.

If it's yours, control yourself.

- Control yourself. - It's the only thing I can do.

But do this for the crew, ok?

Because everyone is making the film...

the way... that we want... We'll do the rest, later on, okay?

- Okay, control yourself. - Yes.

Yes.

Translation: Martin Earl CRlSTBET / Lda.

Subtitling CCBS Multimedia LDA.