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My friend was born in a
a simple home,

at the Afonso Pena Street
in the Tijuca neighborhood,

Eleventh son of a romantic couple,

Mr, Altino e Mrs, Maria,

He received a significantly part
of his education,

with the priests in the church
of Saint Sebastian,

at the Haddock Lobo Street,

The friars always talked about
the righteousness of the,

crooked lines which God
used to wrights,

But it wasn't easy for him to
understand,

the straight lines of life,

If God really sees everything
there were a lot of blind spots,

one of them in the Tijuca,

Still as a boy he understood that
it was better not to expect,

the heavenly justice and even less
the justice coming from men,

He would have to work hard to
obtain the things he wanted,

And at last, give his own way
to these same things,

His first job was as deliver
in the small company,

of homemade meals that his
parents had at home,

He was the brand new employee
in the production line,

There he received his first and
unwilling artistic name:

Tião Packed Lunch,

Nickname for ones and a complete
offense to him,

In that time, if you were from
a pour family at Tijuca,

you couldn't give fate
a chance,

And he knew that well,

It was the 50's and a few
African American guys,

had a chance in life,

Soccer was the way,

And he was African American,

But running and staying fit
wasn't viable choices,

And so my friend kept going
with his life,

Delivering meals, knowing
neighborhoods and,

conquering new territories,

There wasn't a house in that
place in which he hasn't delivered,

- his meals at least once,
- Hello Mr. Horacio! Did you wash it?

And one day, Tião packed lunch
discovered there was,

another place for him
in the world,

Something new,

Aplace in which the whites
were students,

and the African American
were lecturers,

It was pandemic that came
from outside,

and was starting to take
over the city,

And the world,

Soon he felt that's what he
wanted to do,

And it was a matter
of time,

If God hadn't given him that
vocation,

the devil would lend him,

In that time, those who couldn't
afford a piano,

would buy a guitar,

Who couldn't afford a drum
would buy a tambourine,

As a matter of fact,
he couldn't buy anything,

but the priests could,

With the heavenly support,

and a heavenly fund, the parish
allowed the creation,

of a musical band inside
the school,

It was a small group of 5
young men and,

a ridiculous name:
Rhythm Tijucanos,

The curious formation had a
drum, guitar, accordion,

sax and a trumpet,

The drummer was my friend,

Sebastião Rodrigues Maia
as known as:

Tião,

Somehow his presence determined
the meteoric career of the group,

4 rehearsals e none
show,

This stunning mark on the
Brazilian music,

has an explanation,

Tune the bugle!

That guy had a gift that made
him a force of nature,

It was something that even nature
itself could hold,

And this way he obtained
everything that he ever had,

And everything that he
lost in this life,

BASED ON THE BOOK WRITTEN
BY NELSON MOTTA

Good Evening!

Beautiful Vitória Régia.

The voice, the voice.

What the hell, don't bother me

With this talk of employnment,

Can't you see? I'm not into it,

What I want is Peace,

Is there no air conditioning
in this shitty place?

Come on my dear, the voice,
the voice!

High tone my dear, that small
button beside you.

To the people in this glorious
sauna,

my warm good night.

What's this Tim? Are you
crazy man?

Don't touch me.

I told you two, three,
fourtimes.

It is over buddy.

You are trying to make
things difficult.

Are you saving money with my self?

I doubt that in the Roberto
Carlos show,

you keep the airturned off.

By the way, Roberto Carlos
wouldn't perform,

in a place like that,
a hooker hair care saloon.

Because rich people don't
like lowlevel things.

Lfthis were in Duque de Caxias
people were,

setting fire in this place with
you and this dog inside it.

You knowthat I can charge
you, right?

You didn't even read it but
there is a clause in the contract.

I'm shitting.

I'm shitting for you and
your contracts.

This exploitation oftalent
contract.

I don't exploit and you
knowthat,

I'm one ofthe fewin this city
that gives you ajob.

As a matter of fact, I gave
you ajob,

because I won't call not even
to sing in funerals.

Do me this favor.

Do me this favor.

I will only sing in your
funeral and in this one,

I will sing for free.

And there is more
sumart ass.

I won't give you back
a penny ofthis show.

You are making me crucify
you at thejustice.

Go on!

Rosicler, howmany law suits
do I have against me?

- 48.
- 48!

It will be the forty-ninth,
brother.

You will never step
on this stage.

Never!

I don't want to step
in this shit of place,

this is the sketch ofhell.

Go fuck yourself.

Rosicler, I'm so stressed.

This African heat almost
killed me.

- Did you enjoy the concert, honey?
- I loved it!

- What's your name again?
- Laura.

Laura.

Here you go sister.
Thank you very much.

- No problem.
- Thank you for your presence.

- I thank you!
- Bring yourfamily next time.

What's up guys?

Dido! Give a hit to my
friend here.

Give a hit my ass!

Hello young lady. Such a long
time!

Rosicler, be careful with
this dude,

be careful with him.

Hello my little pearl,
can I talk to your friend?

Sure!

Hello my brunette, this is
your first time here, right?

Yes.

- Want to drink with me?
- I don't drink whisky.

Maybe an oatmeal, one
cappuccino, a spring roll,

a papaya!

- I'm really fine.
- Vodka?

Water.

- Water?
- Yes!

I'll go get it myself dear
excuse mejust a second.

I don't think it would be a good
idea to ask you,

if you liked the show.

It was really good until the
part that I saw.

The part you didn't see
is great.

I came to see the part where
young sing those songs.

Those I'll owe you.

It's a pity.

I always thought that you
didn't like those songs after all.

After all the one that did all
those things were me.

Well, was.

I learned to like it.

Nowl have to go.

Come back to see the
other part, some other day.

I'll try. Some other day.

- Bye.
- Bye.

This is me,

With the pitiful fashion
of the 80's and,

dressed as a decaying magician,

You must have donkey shit
instead of a brain,

to come here.

I must have shit instead
of a brain,

because I paid to
see your show.

Will you give me back
my money?

If you really came here
to see the show,

I would give your money
back to you myself.

But his thing as a
pour revival...

...I knowexactly why
you are here.

I thought that the bad behavior
was over at the stage.

This will be over only
when I die.

Aren't you inviting me in
to talk, smoke something?

Don't you have an eye?
Those bat eyes didn't read,

that in the entrance is
written:

"Tim Maia's dressing room."

Knock before you enter.

I'm reading: Fat shitty whole
punch him to get your money back.

Go fuck yourself,
get the fuck out.

He is out ofhis mind!

Doesn't remember
where I came from.

No, I didn'tforget where
he came from,

I also didn'tforget that wasn't
much thing to do at night there,

I mean, There was the Divino
a bar located in the corner,

of Matoso Street with
the Haddock Lobo,

Where my friend spent most
of his youth,

Sandoval, give me a
flat water.

- Flat?
- Flat.

After all, youth was all that he
had to spend,

Give me this sad pastry
you won't sell it anyway.

All ugly, wrong and
shitty.

You are really a
petty thief, Tião.

You're right. I'm doing you
a favor.

What's up Tião
packed lunch.

Screwyou.

What's up Sandoval. Give me
a black cow, please.

- Black cow coming out.
- The rest is mine!

At that time no one knew but
the Tijuca's tables and,

more specially the Divino's tables
wasn't a bad place to be,

in the hot nights
of the city,

Abunch of good music
was composed there,

There was Roberto,

Erasmo,

There was Jorge,

Luis Airão,

And Walcir,

And there was Tião,

Close to the Divino was
the Cine Madrid,

There was where Tião found
out more things,

about North America than in
his geography books,

that he never read,

Saw how they spoke the words
he heard in the songs,

how they behaved next
to the girls,

how they danced
those rhythms and,

how they made those
wild hairstyles,

This thing burn.

This goo is melting my
brains.

Hang in there. Didn't you guys
wanted to have American hair?

And in America the guys have to
cover their heads,

with thisjelly fish tea?

Americans already have
straight hair.

The African American no.
But they have already,

made something better
to put on their hair.

Pay attention! My hair
is burning!

Speaking ofthat, what's your
band's name?

It can be: Your mother Boys.

Launched yesterday, the first
artificial satellite: The SPUTNIK.

Tião, come to dinner!

I wonder if people will be
able to pronounce it.

I don't know. This thing with
American names, I don't know.

- This is Russian, your animal.
- Whatever.

This is foreign thing. I've
studied, I know.

Just like that other thing:
"Bill Harley and the Comets".

"Buddy Holy and the Crickets"
do you understand?

And when their movies
are over,

they finished it with "The End",
right?

Yeah.

We fried our brains to have
the American hair and,

when it comes to put a name
in the band,

it must be national?

Besides, we have to take
advantage ofthat space thing.

I don't know. What ifthat
thing falls down?

It won't. I'll glue it with duct
tape.

No man, the satellite. What if
the satellite falls down?

It will blowthe whole town.
Just like that thing,

that happened in "Hirochina".

- Hiroshima.
- "Hirochina".

You only open your mouth
to say shit,

be quiet! What the fuck
explode?

The thing is in the space
howwill it fall down?

Don't you think this is only
an excuse for the Russians,

to blowthings up?

They can blowall the Tijuca
I don't give a shit.

The important is that the
name is good. Isn't it?

- Yeah man.
- You complain when it's ready.

Alright.

The Sputniks made their premier
at the parish hall,

playing to an select audience,
I would say,

8 payers, 3 priests and
one bird,

The public, loyal to the friar
Cassiano lectures,

preferred not to join
the American swing,

and sinful ways of
the Sputniks,

Back then, the TVwas like
a radio with images,

The music ruled the TV
programming and,

the TVTupi, from Urca, was the
Eldorado of any starting singer,

To the youngest, that tribe
had a chief,

His name was Carlos Imperial,

Aplayboy, mommy's boy,
son of a banker,

that smuggled the American
culture,

The rebel that changed the
trousers leg lines and,

electrified the youth
musical taste,

The boss of the show:
Rock Club,

- Excuse me.
- Who are you? What do you want?

We are a voice quartet.

Quartet or quadrille?

- Quartet. The Sputnikses.
- The Sputniks.

Sputniks.
From Tijuca.

Sputniks da Tijuca.

This week I'm receiving:
"The Alligators" from Bonsucesso,

"The Atomic Bombs", from
São Cristóvão;

and the "Rude Boys" from
Humaitá.

Cool.

Besides the rocker "Everton"
from Niterói.

Everton, the rocker?
From Niterói?

- Yes.
- He was injail.

No, they set him free.

Well, besides dressing as
prisoners,

what else do you do?

- Let's showhim.
- Let's play.

Let's go.

1, 2, 3, 4.

Uba, uba, uba?
Oh my...

Hello, Hello ladies!

Let's take away the living
room carpet,

let's push the furniture away
because today is a Rock day!!

Mrs. Maria, this guy is a
little strange, isn't he?

Howwill I know, Altino?

And where is Tião?
And the boys?

What ifthey didn't
let them in?

And now, coming straight
from Tijuca, Rio de Janeiro,

Roberto, Arlênio, Tião
and Wellington:

The Sputniks!

Since the first time
I sawyou,

I neverforgot,

Nothing was betterthan
having you in my arms.

Your sweet kiss
is a piece ofheaven.

And between the moon
and the stars,

there is you and me dancing
in space.

Because you are my love.

Life goes with you girl
and I'll go...

wherever you go.

In the hallways of that
same Tupi TV,

those kids felt the light
wind of success,

Light wind for some and a
cyclone for others,

Did you really like
my performance?

You have such an
amazing voice.

- Mine?
- Yours, of course.

Wow, great.

He thinks he is a star.

Considering that the rest of us
is in fact us,

he is really the star.

Go fuck yourself.

- I do a fewgigs as Elvis.
- Really? Elvis?

I like Elvis more than I
like my own brother.

When can I see you
imitating him?

- It's not imitating.
- It's interpreting?

Yeah. I wanted to talk
to Imperial about it.

- Perform here!
- Yeah, because...

Look! He is leaving
the studio.

A bunch of women close to that
Imperial fat.

The fat owns a Cadillac.

There is a bunch of women around
the fat man Cadillac.

- That isn't a Cadillac.
- But that guy is Roberto.

What are you doing Tião?

Stop Tião, stop!

Stop Tião!

Stop Tião!

I'm going to punch yourface, man.

- You almost hit Imperial!
- And?

You are doing your
own thing.

- Are you crazy?
- It was meant foryou.

I didn't put you in my band
so you could sing by yourself.

Your band? How come it
is your band?

My band. Let me go. I won't hit
this featherweight.

Treachery, man, treachery.
You waited us to be distracted,

to sell your bullshit of
imitating Elvis Presley.

Stop talking nonsense.

This shitty solo show.

He was the one who asked
ifl didn't sing solo, got it?

- He was interested.
- Oh really Roberto?

So nowyou are the
mommy's singer?

White so it will be better
on television, right?

Me singing alone don't
interfere the Sputniks.

That's obvious because you
can't sing!

- Go to hell, Tião.
- Piece of shit.

I want to see who will want
to watch your solo show.

I want to see, piece of shit.
Let me go!

He is the newest sensation
of the Tijuca!

His name is Roberto!

Boy, if all of you want
to sing solo,

why did you made up with
a vocal group?

I knowl can shake things
up in your program, sir.

There is no Sir.

And also, I don't like low
leveled things.

You set up a confusion in front
ofthe broadcaster.

You had even thrown bun
in the car windshields.

Atotal delinquency.

It was me. I started the
whole thing.

I was the one who threwthe
bun in your Cadillac.

Not a Cadillac, a Mercure.
Convertible.

- I just want a chance.
- And what's your name?

Tião Maia.

Excuse me but I can't introduce
a singer called Tião.

- Sebastião?
- Even worst.

I won't perform because
of my name?

Tião is the name of
warehouse assistant, got it?

No, I didn't get it.

Tião, bring me a box of
paper sheets.

Bring me a box of pencil.

I'm a singer. I'm not a
warehouse chief.

No, no, no chief. Tião is the
assistant.

Assistant. Chiefis Albuquerque,
Reginaldo.

Tião is assistant.

- I'm a singer.
- Not with this name.

And here he is: Tim Maia!

At last, Tião got a name made
only for him,

with a certain confidence and
a curious skill of emulate,

English lyrics,

And this by knowing only
5 verbs of that language,

Carlos Imperial was well known

Not only in the TVhallways
but also in Copacabana,

Ipanema and other places where
things used to happen,

Although a scumbag, he insisted
on promoting those young men,

access to the refined taste
of the South in Rio,

Imperial wanted the Rock guys
knew the new things happening,

Turn this book's page

And forget about me

Pretend that love was over

And fotget about me

You didn't understand that
jealousy is pure evil

And that being afraid to love
won't make anybody happy

Now go, your life as you want

However, don't be surprised
is another woman

Is born of me

As of the desert, a flower

And understand that jealousy
is the perfume of love

Look Erasmo, that stupid
playing guitar?

- What about him?
- What?

In half ofthat song he played
more chords,

than me in my entire life.

Man, let's go?

This place is really boring.

Talk to Imperial that
we are leaving.

- No, you talk to him.
- Will you die to talk to him?

- Imperial?
- Yes.

- We are leaving.
- Why?

- I don't know. Too many chords.
- What are you talking about?

- This place is a luxury.
- I know, but...

- Too many chords.
- Too many chords my ass.

Go, go away. You are looking
a bunch of animals.

Let it go!

Hey bro, that's on him.

Boring guy with that
fucking guitar.

What's up?

Go to the back.

I think they didn't
like us.

- That girl sang perfectly.
- I really liked the pastry.

- Melted cheese with chicken.
- I want the shrimp pastry.

- I've got one here. Want it?
- Yes.

Dad?

Mr. Altino?

Mrs. Maria?

Mom?

Tim Maia lost his father,

Elvis Presley joined the army
and went to Korea,

Little Richard became a priest,

Chuck Berry was arrested,

And in February 3rd of thatyear
a plane crashed killing,

Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens and
J, P, Richardson,

This day was known as: The day
that music died,

Butfor Tião from Tijuca
music really died at Urca,

And it was the day that Imperial
TVshow was cancelled,

The set of Rock Club was
dismounted,

taking with my friend's
youthful hopes,

That night had last page
feelings and so,

he started thinking about
his life,

Hi mom. Want me to set
this one for you?

Yes, do me this favor
my son.

What about you? Why are you
so available?

Helping your mom at
the kitchen.

What did you do this time,
Tião?

I'll travelling. To the USA.

Losing my husband isn't
enough.

Nowl'm losing my
youngest son?

There is nothing left
for me here, mom.

And what there is foryou
in the USA, Tião?

- The matrix.
- What matrix?

There is a street here with
this name.

You aren't even 18 and want
to live abroad?

You never even went to
Rio das Ostras.

Because there is nothing
there for me.

Not even oysters.

And will speak in which
language, son?

What do you think, mom?
It isn't Portuguese.

What other language do
you speak?

My son, why don't you go first
to a place that gives you future?

And which place is giving
me a future?

I don't know. Brasília
for instance.

It looks like that is a lot of
opportunities there.

Do you remember Eduardinho
son ofJacinto?

- What about him?
- He went there.

Eduardinho is a chicken
thiefbonehead.

Seems he is making a
lot of money.

He has even bought an
vehicle.

- That is impossible.
- Do you see, Tião?

Even a asshole as Eduardinho
made his life in that city.

And let's be honest. A plane
ticket to the USA costs a fortune.

Even if we sold food
in Ipanema.

Mom, I don't to be a nobody that
sees a white boy steal his turn.

Just because he looks better
at a portrait or at the stage.

You are not a nobody, Sebastião.

Your father would never allow
you to say something like that.

The girls don't even look
at me, mom.

They don't even hear
me sing.

Don't give a chance. And this
is with all the otherthings.

If a have to win things
in the hard way,

I'll go somewhere where
I can learn things.

Here in Tijuca I won't learn
anything else.

I think this is all wrong.

I can't help you with
that money.

Mom...

I just came to ask you for
your blessing.

I'll figure the rest out.

Hey man, I've taken so
much pipe out of this house,

that I could get to the USA
only walking on them.

This is a gold mine.

Not gold, lead.

Can I go tojail for
doing this?

Only the cops.

I have half of a ton, here.
Howmuch will they pay forthis?

Alot of money. A lot.

Money!

- Let's go.
- Let me take a fewmore.

Back then and specially
for that boy,

think about a trip from Tijuca
to New York was so common,

as signing yourself to the first
trip does Uranus,

Even though he set himself in
the campaign to obtain more money,

as he could,

Thank you.

He gave up all of his
wealth,

Priced each and every item,

and waited for the dollars
to come,

If we put everything together
I can buy 6 dollars.

6 dollars?

Plus 9 from the pipes, equals
15.

Do you think that with 15
I can buy the ticket to the US?

With this money you can buy
the taxi to the travel agency.

I'll have to steal a ticket.

Why don't you do as your
mothertold you?

Buy a ticket to Brasília
the opportunity land.

Or do you have a better
idea?

The only thing that I can think
about is a miracle.

Why don't you try a
scholarship?

With my grades? A miracle
is easier.

My friend, indeed,
was right,

A miracle was easier,

Rio's archdiocese was sending
a group of priests to America,

Whatever it means,

And despite his grades and
his pathetic report card,

the priests like him,

So, friar Cassiano invited
Sebastião to that journey,

He landed at the Idlewild or
Idlewild,

dreaming about the landscape
of a Christmas Card,

But the summer heat at Queens
is close Cascadura in February,

His survival kit was composed of:
One pair of clothes,

16 dollars and a piece of paper
with someone's address,

All this added to a full
English vocabulary,

containing 11 nouns, 3 pronouns
and 2 prepositions,

I've shown you already.

Terrytown but not through
Niterói, man.

You are walking in circles.

I don't understand you,
You don't understand me.

Howmuch?

Howmuch? Very expensive.

Man, we were supposed to be
there already.

Stop that, stop that.

Keep the change.

Go to hell.

Go to hell!

He couldn'tfind out
on his own,

lost in abandoned street
in Queens,

But Terrytown isn't a busy
address in Manhattan,

but a quietvillage in
Westchester,

25 miles north going to the
87 interstate,

In cases such as yours
the embassy policy is,

the immediate expatriation.

Mrs. Cardoso is waiting
for me,

she must be worried.

But is it in Tarrytown or
Terrytown?

Terrytown.

Are you sure that Mrs. Cardoso
doesn't live in Tarrytown?

- Exactly, Terrytown.
- But is can be Tarrytown.

Have you been drinking
or something else?

What do you mean with
something else?

With all due respect but since
I've put my foot out of the plane,

it seems that everybody
is fooling me around.

I just want to go to Mrs.
Cardoso's house.

Let me see the address.

- Yourfull name?
- Sebastião Rodrigues Maia.

Mr. Sebastião?

- Sebastião?
- Mrs. Cardoso?

Who are you?

I apologize for sleeping in
your porch but...

- Who are you?
- I'm Sebastião, da Tijuca.

- And who wrote this note?
- A guy from the embassy.

- The Brazilian embassy?
- Yes.

Mrs. Cardoso, let me explain
this discomfort.

I'm son of Mrs. Maria Imaculada
from Tijuca,

he is cousin in second degree
ofMrs. Terezinha.

Well, she told me you
knew her.

She didn't let you know
I was coming?

- Do you have a passport?
- Yes ma'am.

Please.

Tell me Tião, what did you
came to study?

That good family, half Irish,
half Brazilian,

received him as relative that
he wasn't,

And there he stayed a
fewyears,

living and learning English,

Spent his shoes chasing jobs
in which he never stayed,

due to his lack of patience,
discipline, punctuality,

or justfor being lazy,

That piece of America seemed
bigger than Tijuca,

than Brazil, than his dreams,

Time went by and life was
creating holes in his soul,

And when he noticed, streets
were already his place,

No, in Canada.

Suddenly the streets of Harlem
wasn't that dark for him,

The street English wasn't a
reason for his tongue to cramp,

He was farfrom home for
so long,

that he forgot the most
basic things,

so basic as sending news,

allowing his family to think
he was dead as an indigent,

So basic as the date of
his own life,

Happy Birthday!

So basics as his mother advice
of staying away from trouble,

That journey without a
destination,

needed a solid financing,

And as if there was no tomorrow
those 4 guys,

stole all kind of things
they could find,

Sold and bought drugs,
slept in shitty wholes and,

This way they crossed nine
states going in direction,

of the sunny state of Florida,

The South of the country wasn't
a nice place to be,

if you hanged around with
African American,

But they were too fast to
hear the alarm,

Ran into the American
dream,

In Daytona Beach the party
had its end,

The sound of the cuffs steals
begun so familiar to him,

as the sounds of the instruments,

It was the time of Soul Music
and of the civil rights,

The next stops with
bed and breakfast,

was the little jail of the
Volusia county,

Home of two dozens of delinquents
and local addicts,

And entertaining bullies
he said goodbye to America,

taking with him a ten years
worth deportation,

My friend came back to the
Wonderful City in 64 and,

what didn't seem fine in America
wasn't any better here,

A military stroke set a
violence shadow over the country,

And they came with will to
shackle an entire generation,

What's up Tião. Spent so much
time in the US,

and still drinks tap water?

Couldn't save some
money?

And before that, Roberto Carlos,
with the song,

"Quero que tudo mais vá
para o inferno,"

Roberto, Erasmo, Jorge everyone
is in São Paulo making money,

with that kind of song.

Yeah. This fucking neighborhood
is looking like a desert.

- Do your remember Valcir?
- What about him?

Even he is making money
playing songs.

You've seen this?

Roberto buys his eighth car.

I remember when he didn't have
money for a soda and a pastry.

We stayed here waiting for people
to get offthe tables,

so we can get the
leftovers.

To think that even Roberto Carlos
ate leftovers.

But he doesn't eat
anymore,

and we are still here. And I
wanted to eat his leftovers,

because there may be things
that we have never seen.

I'm going to São Paulo too.

As soon as I have money
to the bus ticket,

things are not easy for me.

Are up to make some
money?

Always.

I'm putting you in a
good scheme,

come with me. Come.

It's a good thing.

Where is it?
I'll take you there.

It's easy, I'm telling
you, man.

I come here every night.

Do you to who we're
selling it?

Who told we are
selling?

We will exchange.

There is this punk in Rio
Comprido that exchanges for weed.

And you'll sell the weed,

smoke the weed, I don't know,
do whatever you want.

- This is the house.
- Is there any dogs?

Lfthere is any dog
it is deaf.

Want to go or not?

Why didn't you tell
it was opened?

You are so stupid.
Be quiet.

Do you think we're making
any money with this?

Back, back, nowyou
can come.

Here, here, slowly.

Theft withoutviolence or
serious threat,

11 more months in jail and
one more delay in his life,

Despite all things he served
his time until the end and,

kept his promise of trying to
make music in the place,

where you could make
some money with it,

São Paulo,

Mr. Sebastião this is a really
pleasant hotel,

with a family environment as
you will notice.

But there is a fewrules that
we must follow.

You can't bring any women or any
practice any kind of sexual abuse.

Otherthing that the neighbors
really complain about,

is the noise after 10pm.

Regarding that you don't
have to worry about.

Welcome!

Nowthe music no longer
ruled the TV,

but the TVruled
the music,

And who ruled the TV
was the king and,

the Tijuca's court,

Excuse me, excuse me.

Hey buddy, I'm Tim Maia,
Roberto's and Erasmo's friend.

You are friend of
Roberto?

I'm from Tijuca, we sang
together in the Sputniks.

- Who?
- Sputniks.

The band we used to have.

- No one can enter, bro.
- So during the break,

you go there and say that Tião
from Tijuca is here.

- My man, no one can enter.
- The problem is that,

I'm no one. I'm Tim Maia
from Tijuca.

You can be Tim Maia from
the Vatican,

you won't enter.

I have delivered meals
to Roberto,

I taught Erasmo howto play
that fucking guitar.

What are you laughing about?

Go fuck yourselves.

Roberto!

Roberto!

It's me, Tião!

Let me go man!

Let me fucking go.

Are you a couple now?
Excuse me.

Let me fucking go.

- Good Evening.
- Howmay I help?

Roberto Carlos is waiting
for me.

Mr. Roberto is not
at home.

No? So I'll wait for him
here.

- Unfortunately, you can't.
- Why is the sofa there?

- Is forthe residents use only.
- Residents use?

The residents haven't
their own sofas,

they have to come here
and sit.

If you want to leave a message
I'll give it to him.

Let him knowthat your
mother was here.

- Who is there?
- Tião Maia from Tijuca,

friend of Roberto,
I came to talk to him,

- Who let you in?
- The doorman.

- I'll call the cops.
- For the love of God,

don't do this Mam. I'm really
Roberto's friend,

I'm son of Mrs. Maria Imaculada
from Tijuca,

Roberto also lived there.

We used to sing in
the same band.

I came from Rio de Janeiro
until here, in a bus,

only to talk to him.

I can sing to you, do you
want to hear?

God bless you kid
you were really hungry.

I don't want to let you down
but when Mr. Roberto,

takes this long to return it
means he went to the club.

And will be here late.

I knowl'm already taking
advantage of your good will,

but I wonder if there isn't any
change ofthe gas bill,

or maybe from Roberto's
milk in one ofthose cans?

I have to take the bus back
to the place I'm staying.

What's up Tavares?

In the hurry you are
leaving,

it means you didn't find
Roberto, Erasmo and,

even less Carlos.

Carlos is the hardest one
to find but,

don't worry since it is
only a matter oftime, you'll see.

The problem is that this
matter of time,

is taking too much time.

Your rent is 4 weeks
late.

- 4 weeks?
- Yes, 4 weeks.

Also known as a month.

Are you a clown now?
Full ofjokes.

Are you meeting your
man tonight?

Listen to me. Portuga said
he wants to pay everything,

otherwise he will throwyour shit
through the window.

My dear Tavares ifl could
I would send Portuga to hell but,

I'm a reasonable guy and I'll
pay this amount now.

Are you doing me
this favor?

I'll get my money and ifl
don't pay everything now,

I'll through my stuffthrough
the windowmyself.

- Right?
- OK.

Go get it that I'll be
here waiting.

Feel yourself at home.

Fuck!

Let me in to talk to him,
I'm Roberto's friend.

I'm telling you Roberto
have already left.

How did he leave? I'm listening
he's playing the encore.

He's on stage.

Believe me man, he isn't
on stage.

So there is a ghost
singing there.

Excuse me.

Darling, can you give
a cigarette?

Sure.

The tie Doberman there told
me Roberto left already.

He is lying. The show
just ended.

Are you also his fan?

No, cute, no. Roberto's fan?
I'm his friend.

I'm fan of Shirley Bassey,
you know?

No.

Look! There goes your
friend.

Open Roberto!

- Valcir Croup?
- Tião packed lunch!

Goodbye!

- When did you come back?
- More than a year ago.

I had to spend some time at
Lemos Britto.

- Jail?
- No, a convent.

- Criminal Code 155.
- Murder?

And what are you doing
in this car?

- Criminal Code 155, also?
- So you know,

I'm doing Roberto's stunt
to trick his fans.

Whose stunt? You don't even
look like him.

Really. I start to sing
at the encore,

they diminish the lights and
he runs away through the back.

I need your help Valcir.

I need to talk to Roberto.

I don't even have money to eat.

Can't you put me in one
ofhis shows?

But really a Roberto's show
not you imitating him.

It will be hard to talk to
Roberto and Erasmo,

it is really hard,
they are celebrities now.

Just like Frank Sinatra,
Johnny Ray.

And I don't know?

But I'm going to a concert
of a friend of mine,

in the Mulambo club,
get it?

- No.
- Where I sing every Thursday.

- Fabio?
- Yes.

Do this skunk really
sing?

I saw Erasmo's new car.

Really nice, all white, a Cadillac
always with a lady beside him.

Erasmo is no fool.

Fábio? That is Tião that I told
you about the other day.

- Who is Tião Maia, Valcir?
- That guy.

Putting my eyes in the fat guy
made think what was he doing there

Have you noticed that the
manager have his eyes on us?

Do you want to find
any trouble, man?

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about the fact that
the manager here,

is a friend of the sheriff
in the police station.

- What is a sheriff?
- Fucking cops!

Such a stupidity, Valcir.

Howmuch is it?

- Howmuch is what?
- The bag.

- Which bag?
- The bag of weed.

- Weed?
- Isn't he a dealer?

No, no. He is a
singer.

Singer? I'm a singer.

My friend, ifthere is a singer
in that neighborhood,

that is that guy.

- Jovem Guarda?
- Black music.

- Samba?
- Ifl need, I'll waltz.

He has privileged dimensions
in his acoustic.

I can see that. What about
coming on Monday,

and see if you pleases
the boys.

What is that
please the boys?

Radio. What plays on the
radio always pleases.

In fact, I was get to know
the most bastard and,

the biggest singer I've ever seen
walk on a stage,

The manager liked you.

Wednesdays and Sundays
are yours, can you believe?

The payment isn't as good but
you'll be able to get some.

As himself said later
in time,

the memory he kept of the
time he lived in São Paulo,

is of looking for a few
change to live,

And after one chance to
never need a change or a chance,

Good Evening. Will your majesty
receive me tonight?

He promised he would take
me to a yacht in Guarujá but,

he ended taking me to eat
corn-paste in Borba Gato.

Do you knowwhere it
is, Borba Gato?

Borba Gato? Have no
idea.

He took a carioca to
eat corn-paste!

At least a bastard,
don't you think?

- What are you talking about?
- About the prince.

Which prince?

Ronnie.

- Ronnie Cócegas?
- Ronnie Von.

Do you see that girl close
to Imperial?

She doesn't even remember
that I exist.

But I knowher since the time
she hanged around,

with that losers
ofthe Tijuca.

Those friends of yours.

Call Roberto and let him know
that tomorrowl'll walk in,

through the back.

No darling, I can at the most,
call his producers.

Than call them. I know
everybody there.

I'll call. But now stop talking
a little bit,

you are talking too much.

Order a drink and a snack
that I'll pay.

Do you want a drink?

In the US they are
called groupies.

Here we call them audience
clowns.

I came to talk to Roberto Carlos
is he in there?

- And you are?
- Tim Maia.

- Tim Maia?
- Tell him I'm Tião, from Tijuca.

- What's up Tião?
- Roberto Carlos!

Long time no see.

I tried looking for you
but it's a little difficult.

You are always busy.

- And howis your mother?
- Fine. She really loves,

when you call her on
Christmas.

Neverforgot her, I love
your mom.

Celinho, our producer, said
that he sawyour showin the club.

- Mulambo.
- Mulambo, that's it.

He said you wanted to
talk to me.

- Yeah, that's it.
- Come on, tell me.

It is...

Man, your shoes. Are you ok?

No, I'm not. That is why I
wanted to talk to you.

There is some boots that the
producers brings repeated,

I'll get one for you.

Guaraci?

Guaraci?

Get that boot that is left.

- Roberto?!
- Go on man.

I thank you for the boot but
I need to talk to you about,

something else.

- Roberto, it is your turn now.
- Man, I' have to go.

Stay here and watch if you want
the VIP's will perform.

I'll wait foryou here.

Is it finished?

Are you fucking deaf?

Roberto, I really need to
talk to you.

- What is it?
- I don't have money.

Guaraci, give Tião some
money.

It is not about the money.

Here it is Tião.

The singer Fabio is recording
his first album,

He signed with his record label
at the 15th of this month,

The company's director assured
that he is one of the greatest,

promises for nextyear,

The guitar!

The guitar!

More voice!

More voice your animal,

Use your fingers, man!

Use your fingers,

Wait a minute, listen.

Man, a ballad. Romantic music.

I wrote thinking about
your voice.

I got it but hold on. I'm looking
for something with swing.

Soul music. Funk.
Your thing.

You have to hearthis ballad
it will be wonderful in your voice.

I got it but nowl need
some swing.

I'm writing one.

See what you think.

It was the moment in which the
night singer,

went to bed almost nameless
and woke up as a potential,

king of the place as if his second
life started there,

And the first were only
a rehearsal,

For a long time I lived quiet,
but now I decided to talk,

The time has come, it has to be now,
and with you I can't be no more

I'm not be more, No more,

Can't be no more no nonono

Can't be no more,

All the truth should be told
And it is not worth anything if deceives

Mundial 860 on the radio,
Hello, crazy people,

You just heard, Roberto Carlos song,
"Não vou ficar",

written by Tim Maia,

You hear "Não vou ficar" with
Roberto Carlos,

a Tim Maia's song,

Good Evening.

Did you come to fix
something?

- No, I...
- Came to deliver something?

I came to deliver good music
to this lame ass party.

Is this hole still
Fabio's house?

Yes. This hole is Fabio's house.
And you are?

I'm the genius behind the
music "Não vou ficar",

do you knowit?

Isn't it a music from
Roberto Carlos?

No my darling. This is a
Tim Maia's song.

- And who is Tim Maia?
- This motherfuckertalking to you.

Is Fabiano in there? Tell him
that is his friend here.

There is a guy entering saying
he is a motherfucking genius,

and yourfriend.

We don't have old
bread here, man.

But I have a hot dog here
foryour mother.

- Tim Maia!
- Fabio Fabiano, my brother!

What's up with the belly that
comes first than your hug.

Don't worry because when a fat
man kisses,

he can't penetrate.

- What's up?
- Who is this annoying sister?

This is Susy, my red hair.

- Son of a bitch!
- Son of a bitch!

I've been watching you,
with all your success.

Selling all your records.

Second place at TUPI Radio
and third at the Excelsior.

The profiteers were making a line
in front ofthe clubs.

I'll give you a tip, man. If you
did a loan in any bank,

bought some new cutlery,
watch out,

it will be hard for you
to pay.

- Why?
- Aren't you reading the news?

- What news?
- Tim Maia is recording,

his first album.

The party ofthis shitty singers,
just like yourself, is over.

Which label are you taking
to bankruptcy?

Who is talking about
bankruptcy? I'm getting rich.

Are you looking at
me for what?

I'm staying right here until
I become a millionaire!

Welcome to my huge
home.

You are my guest
ofhonor.

And where is my
bedroom?

Bedroom?

- Hi.
- Hi.

It has been a long time,
isn't it?

Longtime of what exactly?

That I sawyou with Imperial
in that crazy beat of Mulambo.

In Portuguese please.

- I'll start again.
- I think it's better.

Hello, I'm Tim Maia
from Tijuca.

Amazing.

- And you?
- Janaína, from Catete.

- I know.
- You do.

You knowl do.

- I live here now.
- In this house?

- In this couch.
- Congratulations.

I'm serious. I live
here.

Do you want me to
leave, is that it?

No if you behave well.

I will. I promise I will.

And by behaving well I mean
you come a little closer,

make a foot massage,,
things like that.

Where do you get with this
kind ofbullshit?

Anywhere I get with you
I'll be happy.

Good because you are not
moving one more millimeter.

But ifl move you'll hardly
forget.

- I'm sure of that.
- Why?

Understand it the anyway
you want.

I'll understand it as
attraction.

Fabio, is this idiot
yourfriend?

I'm telling you man. He open
my showin Niterói.

Lfhe can sing? He sings so
fucking good.

He is a fat furious coyote
singing.

It's such a crazy thing.

It's a some kind of nicety? -

Tell your producerto ask
Imperial.

Roberto also knowhim,
Eduardo Araujo also.

I remember Roberto but
I don't remember him.

I don't care that anyone
knows him in Niterói,

he is international.

Sang in New York.

He played in New York
is Roberto's friend,

what is he doing sleeping
in that couch?

Howwill I knowJanaína?
You understand more about music,

than I do. And I'm a musician.

You are not a musician
you are a drummer.

Talk to your producer.

Tell him that there will be
no problem,

I'm giving you my word
everything will be fine.

The fatty will be there
everything will be ok.

Okay. I'll be waiting.

Bye.

Yeah my man. It must be some
really good news,

to make you wake me up
with all this noise.

I don't knowhowyou didn't
wake up with your own snore.

If everything turns out well
and you don't piss me off,

you'll open my show
in Niterói.

- Open your show?
- Yeah.

Are you crazy? You have to
open my show.

You are crazy.

You'll give me trouble
I'll cancel it.

Fabiano, I'mjoking.
Don't you knowhowto play?

And fat coyote is you,
motherfucker.

This fat must sing really well
to be such a prick.

Good Morning loons.

And he accepted to open
my show but back then,

to get to Niterói, you'd
have to go by sea,

Fabio, I don't man. This boat
thing isn't a nice transaction.

Aman with your size is afraid
oftaking a boat?

I won't put my ass on this thing
without the combination.

Did someone here bring
the combination?

Did you bring it
Susaninha?

What? Which combination?

Did I combined
something with you?

- No! It's weed and drinks.
- No Tim, I don't use it anymore.

Why?

- Purple Haze will do?
- Are you shitting me!

- Wait, wait, and wait. You won't
give anything to him yet,

only when he puts his ass in
the boat and,

cross the Baia of Guanabara
without any problem.

What's up Janaína
my forbidden virgin?

I suppose that drinking a
cold beer and,

have sex are things out
of consideration.

The last part it is.

Come on Janaína. They told
me you were easy.

I'm easy but no crazy.

They told me were almost a
Swedish in terms of modernity.

What?

But what happened was that
the acid high hit him,

earlier than the boat,

After that, he started to show
two of his most knowing habits:

Fear of any kind of boats,,,

No! My God he threw
himself!

Janaína!

He is screaming my name
I'll be arrested.

Motherfucker!

And also the his absence in
commitments for the most,

strange reasons,

- Come on, man!
- It's fucking cold.

Oh if the whole world could,,,

,,, if the whole world could hear me

I have a lot to tell,

To say what I've learned,

But, the one that hurts always
have to search,

At least come
and find a reason to live,

See in life any reason to dream,

Have a dream all blue,

Blue, the color of the sea,

His first album was nothing less
than 24 weeks in first place and,

he had 4 songs in the top hits,

Whereveryou went in the city
you heard about Tim Maia,

The king of Soul,

Yourface is a little
strange in that photo.

Did you took it after
you woke up?

It was mother that take
that picture.

It doesn't matter ifit is
strange,

what matters is that
this guy here...

This guy here is the voice
of Brazil.

- That is the only thing that matters.
- Thank you my dear!

Do you have any albums ofthat
fat prick here?

That fat is such a pain
in the ass.

What's up soul king.

Came to spend your
royalties, here?

There is a lot ofthings
for you here.

American Indigo Blue, indian
incense, purple haze.

Purple haze no!

You are really selling
there is only one left.

But this one is reserved
for one girl.

Really?

You are really something.

Selling more records than
Tom Jones.

Can you write something
to that girl?

It won't be for the lack
of pens.

Are you working
here now?

I'm replacing Susy that is
spending some time,

at the Queen's Land.

You are tired ofbanana, soccer
and the military, aren't you?

I'm tired of everything.

This boring middle class,
stupid generals,

poor drugs...

Shhh! This isn't your
university.

It would be worst if
it were.

Keep talking and maybe
we'll get arrested.

I've had my share of
jail, Susaninha.

That is why I'm going to
Carnaby Street.

To have a tea with the
Rolling Stones,

pee at the Hyde Park lawn.

You were always a little
crazy, weren't you?

- And what about Fabio?
- He'll meet me in May.

Nice!

And your Realengo
Ringo Star?

- Must be in Realengo.
- Got it.

Hydraulic wheel, hydraulic glass,
8 cylinder engine.

That flies, man.
Like a rocket.

The guy needs to have an
ATPL to drive this thing.

Listen!

First place in the Excelsior
radio.

Famous singer, famous songs,
you have to spend your money,

and buy the car.

I'll just like Agnaldo Timoteo
in one ofthose.

In a machine like this?

Vinyl ceiling, black strip
on the side...

For Christ sakes, Fabio.

Paulo Cesar Caju also have
one of these.

Come on, this is a white
man's car.

White's people car? There is
another reason foryou to buy,

have you ever seen any African
American driving this car?

Only drivers.

Buy the fucking car. Let's
do it, man!

Come on Fabiano. I've seen the
civilian rights movement,

right under my nose.

Guys were beaten on the streets.

I knewthe criminals
injail, got it?

Afew died there other died
in Vietnam,

others the FBI killed.

I know. You told me that
story about 50 times,

I just don't understand what
this has to do with the car.

It is exactly this kind ofthings
that the FBI fears.

The African American buying
cars like that,

and doing well in life.

Big shit a car like this.

Shove it up your ass.

I'm shitting for a guy that
cares about that fucking thing.

I'm shitting even more for an
African American that,

thinks he has to buy this carjust
because is better in life.

But the car is nice and
we'll have fun.

You were the one that
mentioned it.

Have you ever seen
Mohammed Ali,

talking about his fucking
car?

Angela Davies?

I don't even knowif
they drive.

This is stupid guy thing
and I won't buy this fucking car.

So don't buy it because the stupid
idea was yours.

Fabiano, I'm thinking about buying
a baron type kind of car,

and have sex in the swing
with the girls.

Don't buy the fucking car.

Fuck the car, fuck it.

This thing is a Satan's invention
coming from a white guy's head.

The world will end because of
that fucking car and petrol.

And want to know something?
I won't buy anything.

It goes from 0 to 100km/h
in 8 seconds.

And there is other thing
my friend.

I'm brown, mulatto.

There is no such thing
as ethnicity.

This is the reality.

We are mulatto's punk.

We have our brown
skin.

The future of the planet
is brown.

I don't care about
black power.

I'm mulatto power.

Mulatto power!

- Who is Angela Davies?
- Afine piece of ass.

The neighborhood really
like this place.

I think I may bother them.

Let them knowl'm building
a house.

There will be hammers
and those thing.

They must imagine.

Let them also knowthat I'll
rehearse in the house,

we'll be up until late.

It doesn't matter, I'll
let them know.

And afterthat the guys will
smoke some weed,

meth, a little injection, a
little bit of whiskey.

You knowthat one of your
neighbors, Mr. Clélio,

he is a navy coronel.

Really? I think that the weed
part you don't need to tell.

- Too much information.
- Yes, I thinks it's better.

Such beautiful flowers!

Janaína, my forbidden virgin
in the lack of a golden carriage,

I bought a golden Camaro.

Loved it!

Nothing more appropriate than
leaving my crystal shoes behind.

I never noticed that you have
such sexy feet.

You won't like to knowhow
well they step.

Oh yes I will.

THEATERAPOLLO
TIM MAIA -APRIL-13/15

Today is the day of the
Feast of the Epiphany,

I've been kinda forgetful, but it is
the day of the Feast of the Epiphany,

Today is the day of the
Feast of the Epiphany,

I've been kinda forgetful, but it is
the day of the Feast of the Epiphany,

They come playing
accordion and guitar,

The tambourines, they always
carry on their hands,

They take,
they take what they can,

If you leave it to them,
they even take the goats,

It's our goats, The goats, beh,

It's our goats, The goats, beh,

Today is the day of the
Feast of the Epiphany,

Today is the day of the
Feast of the Epiphany,

He's a little anxious about
this construction thing.

Not a little, I'm really
anxious,

Let's start this thing.

It is normal. It's a lot of
work and it takes time.

Making a house
is an art.

I don't art I just want
a house,

and in a record time.

The place is all here.

Tim, wait a minute.
Let him speak.

Ok love, go ahead.

Do you have your project?

- What project did you bring?
- He brought one.

- Who did this?
- I did!

I'm meant an architect
project.

I don't want any
architect.

- Did you drink anything?
- That's it.

The guy takes 6 months to
finish a project and,

afterthat start a construction
full of crap.

Awinter garden, poles,
and those kind of shit.

Stop talking bullshit,
Tim.

They do that only to fuck
with the wives, I know.

And laterthey showup
with sketches.

Give the price. Is money
any problem?

It turns out that in life we have

To be happy
to be loved by someone,

Because I love you,
I adore you, my love,

All week long I've been waiting,

To see you smiling,
to see you singing,

When we are in love, we won't
think about money.

We only want to love,
Want to love, Want to love,

In any way, I don't want no money
I want honest love,

This is what I expect
I'll shout to the whole wide world,

Don't want no money,
I only want to love,

That was the deal.

Money doesn't buy
you happiness,

but neither does poverty,

Come here my man.

The house was barely opened
and they were living,

sex, drugs and,,, more drugs,

Weed, LSD, Ecstasy, Poppers,,,

If fun wasn't happiness
who there cared about it?

What is this? It is being
used.

By the way, who cared about
anything there?

Wait a minute.

Guys, the cops.

Lowdown the music and throwall
the stuff on the toilet.

What is happening Fabio?

What's up?

Did you really flushed all
those things?

- Of course not.
- Good, let raise the music,

let's do all the drugs
because it will be all over.

What do you mean
it will be over?

I built the house on the
wrong land.

This is a neighbor's. Mine is
on the other side.

Explain this Sebastião Maia.

I'm telling you my love,

this is the land of an
old widow.

Not even you would be capable
of such a stupidity, Tim!

Why don't you buy
her land?

- I'll hire a constructor.
- What for? Put all down?

It is not necessary. Take all
this people,

give each one a sledgehammer
and we are done.

I'll hire a constructorto put
a house on the right land.

While that happens we could
maybe go to...

London.

- Europe?
- With Fabio and Susy.

- I've never been in Europe.
- I know.

You are lying to me so I won't
argue about the house.

That also.

- See Susy?
- With Fabio.

- I'm enjoying it.
- See the Big Ben.

I don't know why you went away
I missed you so much

And in sadness I've been living
And that goodbye, I never said

You made a mark in my life
Lived, died In my history

I'm even afraid of the future

And the loneliness
That comes to my door

What are you doing here?

Nowyou work for the king.

The king of soul.

Howmuch money are
you making here?

Afortune. I'm a billionaire.

Liked you so much

I run, I hide from this shadow

In a dream I see this past

And in my bedroom's wall

Still lies your portrait,

The London Experience went
through a few months,

A trip a little over the edge
for the British habits,

Scottish Malt, Netherland's
Acid, Cambodia opium and,

other substances that I couldn't
even pronounce the names,

The crazy parties were frequent
at the Queen's Land,

Rock concerts, Pubs, Festivals,

That serotonin loan would
eventually need to be paid,

And the neurotransmitters were
the first ones to show their price,

It was the shadow of hangover
mixing with the old world,

Alternating highs, lows
and empties,

We have been here for
three months,

this is all so crazy. Let's
go back to Rio de Janeiro.

Rio de Janeiro is to uncool.
This is like heaven.

Have you everthought about
howmuch money we spent here?

We? It is my money and have you
seen me worrying here?

There is no need to
be rude.

You are worrying for
no reason.

You are an artist, a poet and
you are burning your brain.

The fucking brain
is also mine.

You are becoming an
intractable person.

And you are becoming
what?

I don't knowwhere do
you go with this.

So it's better stop before
it gets worst.

I've had enough ofthis place.

You came because you
wanted to.

I'm not coming back
because you want.

Why not? It is such an
effort above your nature?

Youjust can't do it.

I can. I just don't
want to.

I think I'll stop eating
meat.

Really?

He is looking at you that
I know.

I shove that fucking thing
in his ass.

I think something is
going on there.

I better leave.

I don't think we have to do
anything about it.

That is their problem
not ours.

Wait, listen to me.

Listen what? How come when
I had no money and,

went afteryou, you never
cared?

And nowthat you are with me
you give attention,

to the first guy playing
drums next to you.

It wasn't forthis kind
of thing that we came here?

I'm having fun.

Having funjust like
a whore?

- You better respect me.
- You'll have to earn it.

Go fuck yourself Tião.

I deserve a man that
treats me fine.

And I don't that?

You are with me to be
well treated, Janaína.

I became famous, isn't it?

Do I have to answerto
this bullshit?

I'll pretend I didn't
listen.

And I'll go there to see
the guy with the drums,

because he isn't disrespecting
me and being a pain in the ass.

Do you think is written
idiot on my face?

Fuck Tim!

I'm not stupid.

Son of a bitch.

Wait.

Let me go.

Go on. Hit me, showme
you are a man this way,

because in the other
you are too slow.

Stop that.

Get out!

Get out, otherwise I'll
catch you too.

You'll regret it dude.

Such an uncool country
we can't even fight.

It hurt your asshole.

Nobody likes African American
in this country.

Nobody likes an asshole
here.

I should have let he
take you.

- Easy.
- Don't treat me like that.

Fabio let's drink one
more.

Stop!

Janaína, come here my love.

It was him love
believe me.

My friend really tried,

Held his sadness a really
long time,

until where he could
handle it,

But his rhino exterior protect
a soft and giant heart,

I'm leaving.

Only made me hurt,

Didn't even care,

And now she cries,

What can I do? I'msorry,

What can I do? I'msorry,

What can I do? I'msorry,

What can I do? I'msorry,

Come back to me Janaína.

Janaína? Hello?

Hello my love!

Where is the godfather?

He said he would talk to me.

He is out, Mr. Tim.

His is out ofhis mind
my darling.

Look here sister. Really,
really green.

Do you see?

Have you ever seen a
brown gnome?

I was the biggest record seller
during two years in this house,

I deserved honors of a
president.

But no, I was pictured green
in the cover of my own record.

We can't see where you start
and the trees end.

That is why I'm setting my
own label.

Go ahead Tim. A man have a right
to not be mistaken with a tree.

Well said!

- I've brought you a present.
- No, thanks.

A little thing, a gift coming
from Portobello road.

There is no need.

Everyone on the label
are taking this.

Even the human resources
had it.

Open your mouth
let it melt.

I'll leave another one foryou
to give to your boss.

Let him nowthat I'm
inside.

Let's go.

No you can't Mr. Tim.

You can't go inside,
Mr. Tim.

Let's go! Everyone is
so high.

Put milk in it.

Banana.

Put guava.

Mix everything.

Go on, go on.

Give it to me.

Sweet Jesus, who is afraid
of a heartburn?

- I'm depressed.
- I can see.

Let me take one ofthis.

Are you crazy? Leave
it there.

- Are you eating everything?
- Are you doubting?

Never.

Son of a bitch.

She left,,, left,
and never came back,

She disappeared,,, disappeared,
and never came back,

She left,,, left,
and never came back,

She,,, Disappeared,,, disappeared,
Didn't come back,

If you know where she is,

Tell me, I'll go there and get her

At least call me in her name

Give me a hint, a clue, insist,

- Pregnant?
- Pregnant.

And are you ready
forthis?

Why? Because I don't know
ifit is my baby?

No, because you know
it isn't your baby.

But the baby doesn't' know
that, Fabio.

Well, you knowbetter.

To be honest you don't
know shit.

You only fuck
things up.

If you love her enough
to be ready forthis,

don't let life be ran by
this time.

Fabiano, the truck the run over
life has my name on it.

Sound.

More high tones
Fabiano.

This sounds like shit.

Pause for a weed.

Marcio Leonardo was born,

And he kept going making
his newfamily,

Two steps to one side,
three to the back,

they put Captain America
away.

But it was only life seem
a little normal,,,

And next: Do you believe there
is life outside Earth?

- Tim?
- What?

- Hi honey.
- Hello.

What are you reading?

A book that I got at
Tiberio's house.

- About what?
- Magnetizing.

Magnetizing? Are you reading
about physics now?

No. It is something that happens
to the planets, people,

in the universe.

You never believed in
anything Tião.

Janaína, it is not a
matter of...

I won the book. It doesn't have
anything to do with believing.

Aren't you reading
the book?

Lfl read a fucking tale
do I have to believe that,

a rabbit races a turtle?

You do.

Good Afternoon.

Good Afternoon.

We came from a distant
planet,

Perfect.

But we ended up in a
unfinished part ofit.

That is why we are on
Earth today.

Exiled.

Dirty.

Magnetized.

Beastified.

Suffering in this
valley oftears.

Only the pure.

Only the pure will be
rescued back,

to the mother ship until the
Upper Rational Planet.

- Hail.
- Hail.

From now on, you are the band
"Seroma Racional."

What are you laughing
about?

Cigarette, weed, ecstasy,
drinks, acids, weed

all that made us completely
magnetized.

From now on, to play
with me,

you must convert to the
Upper Rational.

Are youjoking, right?

It is ajoke.

Do I look like I'm
joking, Fabio?

Do I?

Right.

He'll come here after he
lives his meeting.

- Thank you very much.
- You are welcome.

Howare you?

Go make a coffee.

Sure, excuse me.

- Want a cigarette?
- No, thanks.

It makes me magnetized.

- What?
- Magnetized.

I suppose that inside a
music studio,

the problem is being
demagnetized.

Goodjoke.

I'll try to be brief.

You must be out of
your mind,

to think that a label as ours will
put this album out in the market.

Is it that bad?

You never sang so good.

Never had such a
sharp band.

But this craziness, my friend,
not even over my own body.

And where do it puts
us, then?

Darling, nothing stops you
from starting another voice,

channel and start a newlyric.

Something that isn't that
bullshit of sect and spells.

It is not a sect.

If it was in one ortwo
lyrics, Tim.

But it is a full double
album!

More than twenty songs telling
me to read that fucking book,

and magnetize my brains.

But if that album mentioned
Jesus Christ,

with blue eyes defended
by the Vatican and,

loved by the Middle Class
you would release it,

just as you already did.

I'm an atheist my friend,
and a Jew.

I don't give a fuck
to the Vatican.

What I can't afford is
to lose money and,

with that, I will loose
a lot ofit.

Well, that is the album.

And so you give no other
choice.

Let's do something.

We cancel our contract and
you give me the tapes.

Boy, this nonsense will only
have any credit,

because it comes from you
that are genius.

I'll send it to the legal
department.

For a soul with no minced
words,

any initiative is a matter
of life and death,

Always the war of dragging
everyone as a fidelity prove,

even him not being as faithful
to himself,

Many say that the radicalism
was his own problem,

as an obtuse way to
discipline his own fury,

What a beauty
is to feel the nature,

Being sure where it comes
and where it goes,

What a beauty is coming
from the purity

and with no fear distinguish
the evil from the good,

Uh, uh, uh, what a beauty!

Uh, uh, uh, what a beauty!

Only the pure will be rescued
by the mother ship,

back to the Upper Rational
Planet.

I'm giving a break
in this thing.

It is really hard. Look what
he did to the fucking table.

I really don't know
what to do.

With all the crazy things
we did,

I've never seen him in
something so wrong.

What's that? Cigarette?

This is the last time.

Seems like he is fooling
around with us.

He is smelling people's finger
to see who smoked weed.

Is that it?

I'll see the boy that
is crying.

Go give your son
some food.

Magnetized.

It was a time of a lot of
devotion and no money,

Two wonderful albums but
committed,

Mind-Blowing but stucked,

The musicians left a few
at time,

Friends leaving a bunch
at a time,

I'll get the car.

Go get the car.

Breathe, breathe.

Back than it wasn't common
to choose the exact day of things,

like being born,

Hail.

And so his son Carmelo
came to the world,

Under the light and blessings
of the Upper Rational,

Where is my mom, my sister?

Mrs. Maria Imaculada!

Tim, things are bad.

I didn't have any money to
buy milk to your kids.

Why didn't you
tell me?

You wouldn't have.

- I'd do it my way.
- I did it myself.

I got it nowand I'll
pay later.

You fixed it, good.

- Sebastião Maia.
- I'm writing my love.

No you are not. You are
copying this book.

Please, don't be a
pain in my ass.

A man with yourtalent,
your voice,

doing religious songs.

- It is not a religion.
- No, it isn't.

But you had to donate everything
you have and,

not having one dime
to buy milk to your kids.

If you want money to
buy milk,

I'll go get that
money.

No more complaints.

They say that moral is a rule in
a game in which everyone cheats,

And the ones that need moral
are those that obey,

- It is fast.
- Don't take long.

Maybe he was tired
of that game,

or maybe the game
was tired of him,

Either way what he needed
was a reason,

even if it weren't
a good one,

Areason that only gave
him a reason,

And also a pardon,

At that time, he didn't need
much,

As a matter of fact,
he needed a little,

Maybe he needed only his
own ideas,

Fuck you man.

Give me a cigarette that I
knowyou've been smoking.

Rational my ass.

I told you to get
out ofthis shit.

I knewit was a kind of
lowumbanda.

The guy has a huge land
in Nova Iguaçu,

that it must be a drive in
for ET's.

The guy drinks something made
out of a plant that,

let him high for three days.

Did you have any contact
with extraterrestrials?

- Lf one day I get in touch
with extraterrestrials,

may it be during the daylight and
in Copacabana

Coming back to the material world
wasn't going to be easy,

more than money, friends
and audience,

he had lost time,

Ladies and gentleman,
good night.

It is a unspeakable pleasure
playing forthe chickens.

From that day forward
everything collapsed,

Throwyour mother.

Where are you going
Fabio?

Come back here
Fabio Fabiano.

We have a concert to make
motherfucker.

Come back and sing.

Go fuck yourself.

FOR SALE.

Janaína?

You knowthat without Janaína
you can't raise this kid.

Leave him in the trolley.

Tião!

He has no family, never
got married.

He won't have a father.

Darling, you are his father.

You'll be able to see him
anytime you want.

My son belongs
with me.

Look at this house, my son.

There isn't a refrigerator
that is working.

Howwill raise a 8 month
old baby here?

This boy will live in my house
under my and your sister's care.

It will be better this way.

It will be better.

We have no contracts.
It is fucking hard.

This thing is messed up.

I just proved it now.

We should have gone to
this showtoday.

I was the one who
didn't showup.

You are only the guys
that play for me.

In general, we are the guys that
try to play with you.

In general you are a bunch
of fucking parasites.

Are you depressed now?

Poor you.

- Yes.
- Mr. Sebastião Rodrigues Maia?

Yes.

Can you sign here proving
that you received this summons?

I won't.

It is related to copyrights of
a song you plead yours.

And what is this song?

It is...

"Réu Confesso".

- What's your name again?
- Samuel Peçanha.

Peçanha.

Go fuck yourself. Yourfucking
parasite.

"Pledge it is yours". The
music is mine.

Get out of my house and
go to hell.

It isn't my music. How come
it isn't my music.

Summons my ass.

Telling me that it
isn't my song.

How come it isn't mine,
brother.

Just because of a piece
of paper?

What a paper has do
to with it?

It is my song. It has my voice
on it and on an album.

What's up Fabio?

I'm leaving man.

- Where are you going?
- I've met a girl.

What happened yesterday?
What was that?

- Lost your sense ofhumor?
- Humor?

- Humor!
- You call that humor?

And what about our
partnership?

Every partnership must come
to end someday.

By the way...

What partnership?

There is you and whomever
wants to followyou.

I don't knowwhat kind of
partnership is that.

No women is reason enough
to leave nothing behind.

I know, but this is nothing.

But nowl'll change nothing
for something.

Nothing? Friendship, work
because of a woman?

This is such a stupidity, Fabio.

Friendship?

You only think
about yourself.

Drag everybody to wherever
you want to go,

don't ask anything to
anyone.

You talk about work
with me?

We set half shitty shows foryou
and you do nothing,

stay inside this house
doing nothing.

You never showup.

- Things will be better.
- No they won't.

I'm leaving.

Everyone that I love
turns their back on me.

What is wrong with me?
What do I do,

that keeps pushing
people away?

Why do the people I love
become my enemies?

I have a million enemies.

A million.

Labels, women, musicians.

You arejealous.

You arejealous of my success.

I wish I had your success
and half of your talent,

just a tiny piece of your
talent.

Because ifl had, I wouldn't
be in this situation that you are.

Do you knowwhy?

Because you are your
biggest enemy.

The truck that hit you
had your name on it.

Tim Maia from Brazil.

After that, I spent I fewyears
without seeing or hearing

about my friend.

Probably not even him did,

Not in the whole he was in,

I'll marry you. And you'll have
beautiful babies.

Hello, I want to talk
to Caetano.

Where is my drug?

Did you get my drug
motherfucker?

Get up, get up.

This neighbor keeps
calling the cops.

Go fuck yourself.

Are you calling the
cops too?

You whore.

Listen man.

They have weed, crack,
acid and,

I also sawa machine gun.

Go!

It is the fucking Tim Maia.

Fuck.

Let's go Tim Maia
stand up.

Put some clothes on,
take a shower.

Are you high?

There is drug in there.

Your neighbor called the
police station.

Stand up man.

Neighbor my ass.
I called.

I called.

I fucking called.

The gun.

Weed, drugs.

Take it.

Take me too.

Look at his house.

Look at this, what a
piece of shit.

Take me.

Let's go. This is a
big problem,

we'll have a lot of work.

He is that guy from the song
"Primavera".

My wife is a huge fan.

Take me.

Take me!

Even using the monstrous
force that he had,

we know that only the
good die young,

His genius and swing could
take him away of any whole,

Everyone is tired ofknowing
that this wasn't any Abbey Road,

but this is looking like
a dumpster.

Got it.

I do. Same place where your
mother gave birth to you.

This is from the Public
Prosecutor,

aren't opening it?

- Not in the mood forthat.
- It can be serious.

Lfit was serious it wouldn't have
the Public Prosecutor stamp.

Let me showthe fucking song
I made yesterday,

it has a lot to do with this
envelope.

It is all in C.

That's it.

AN UNQUIET DISCOVER OF
NEW BEATS.

TIM MAIA RENOVATES
HIS SHOW.

THE SOUND EXPLOSION OF
THE HEAVY TIM MAIA.

THE AFFECTIONATE TIM MAIA

I'm leaving.

- What is that?
- No, don't go. Stay.

I'll be right back.

Come a little closer.

More, more.

I won't bite unless
you ask me to.

What is your name
again?

Patricia.

- Nowyou work for me.
- I don't even knowyou.

And when you, you'll want
to be fired real quickly.

Aren't you a little
too anxious?

Not even his imagination could
think about what destiny,

had done to his own
history,

He missed so many appointments
and he went specially to that one,

His biggestfear was always
the loneliness,

And despite that, he spent his
like flirting with the moment,

in which the crazy and genius
have the same luck,

Everyone will go back

To their natural state,

Everyone will go back

to their natural state,

Let's go back

To the Rational Superworld,

How it was before all this go down,

How it was before
all this go down,

Everyone will go back

To their natural state,

Let's go back

To the Rational Superworld,

How it was before
all this go down,

My friend, Sebastião Rodrigues
Maia,

died on March 15th, 1998,

Thanks,

I miss him,

Really nice Tim.

Now showme the one you
wanted me to record.

Suddenly the pain
of waiting ended,

And love came at least,

I have always dreamed,

but didn't believe
myself much,

I saw the time go by
winter came

another time but this time

All the crying was gone
A charm appeared

My love

You

Is more than I know