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Big match player getting in on the action

Keep the ball rolling. I only accept perfection

God is in here in this very moment

He's talking to me, and I hope you understand

Child, be strong. Child, have faith.

May God be with you, and may you stand

I'm going to tell you all what is going to happen.

The grand final!

MC Baskara versus MC Malu.

Drop the beat, DJ!

In this battle, don't lower your guard.

-What battle is this? -The battle of the junkyard!

In this battle, don't lower your guard.

-What battle is this? -The battle of the junkyard!

SHIT, I'M FUCKED, SIS! PLEASE HELP ME! HURRY

YOU WERE RIGHT, MALU! THEY FUCKED ME! PLEASE SIS, ANSWER ME

Malu, help me...

My flow is like a mask, My style is like a mask

This rhyme is by Bask, Are you up to the task?

Bask's going to teach you, Bask is going to mention you

You're going to flunk this class, But this is nothing new

If I have to cry, make me waterproof

Let me be comfy under your roof

Take good care of me And everyone in here

I love my culture And the gift you've given me

DIVIDED YOUTH

BLUE DOG

The service was short, but it was nice, wasn't it?

So many people.

The school sent a wreath.

Where is it?

-Didn't you ask for it? -Yes, auntie, I did.

Where are the flowers?

We can't do it like this, Nayara.

-It's ok, Auntie. -How can we do it without the flowers?

-It's beautiful. Just how he liked it. -There.

-Look. It's there. -There.

There. There it is.

RIP. ALWAYS IN OUR HEARTS.

It's that one. Just how he liked it.

How about this one?

He wanted to go out dressed as Peter Pan.

I said, "This is for boys!"...

But he insisted.

My God.

Yeah, I remember this one.

It was a school party, right?

It hurt me.

Seeing him alone in there.

Then you came.

My God.

You two used to make such a mess.

Even smiling hurts, auntie.

I wish I knew anything, you know?

Anything that was going through his mind.

But his phone vanished. The police don't have it.

I've installed

this app, here.

To check on him. But it's offline.

It's been since that happened.

I don't know if it's broken.

He didn't know how to drive.

I can't stop thinking about it.

If there was a car, there was someone else with him.

I must be losing my mind.

Hey.

Let's get some rest.

It was a long day.

We're going to survive this.

What the hell, bro.

I always think about when we get old, you know?

Looking at these tats and thinking: "What a mess I did with my life."

One thing I know for sure.

All I'm going to think is: "Fuck, I used to drink anything to get high."

The good part

is that, you know, you can't forget about me.

When you're a star, you know?

You'll be by my side, man.

What are you thinking about?

About memories.

You know?

What remains? What remains of us?

Of what we draw,

of what we write. Like my mom, you know?

I barely remember her.

But sometimes some things cross my mind.

And I remember everything.

Like, the other day I smelled beans.

It smelled exactly like hers.

Then I pictured it.

Like she was cooking, we're having lunch together.

-Have you ever heard the Blue Dog tale? -Nope.

Here it goes.

There was this guy, who had a special dog. A blue dog.

But the dog died.

The guy

collected all the fur that he found in the house.

So he could try to recreate his dog.

You're so high!

My mother is not a dog, dude.

Not what I meant.

I mean that even with all the fur, the dog would never be back.

Got it.

Speaking about fur...

What is that? Is that what I think it is?

You know, we never forget the first beard.

-I got swag, I got swag. -You got swag.

But that's enough. It's time to choose your name, bro.

Tomaz?

João. Simple, effective.

Sounds like old fart.

-I don't know. -I want something uncommon.

Maybe like the old Egypt, you know?

Something that suits me.

Do you remember that cartoon we watched together?

There's a boy that has wings, and wants to fly.

-You know? -Wasn't it "Ícaro"?

Ícaro. Word.

Picture yourself at the fashion week.

"Icarrot, Icarrot, you're wonderful."

"Icarrot, here's your escargot."

Yeah...

Ícaro.

Cachaça, ice...

This will be good, man!

Damn... Look, you gotta chug it.

Chug it. All of it.

Our punch buggy.

Where it all started.

Chug, chug, chug!

In the name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit,

I baptize you, Ícaro.

The 18th century was marked by the Industrial Revolution,

which changed the way that the final goods were manufactured.

This brought many changes to economy.

One of the consequences of the Industrial Revolution

was the increase in population and technological innovations.

Do you know where it all started?

Which country was it?

Anyone?

Enzo?

Enzo?

Enzo!

Which country am I talking about?

Enzo, which country?

How come we didn't see it?

Fuck.

He was struggling, and I did nothing about it, you know?

You did.

You did, Nay.

You did everything you could've done.

We did.

Okay?

How can we get on with our lives after that?

Hey, listen.

Both of you.

Life finds way.

It fucking hurts.

But we need to trust each other.

He wouldn't do that, bro.

He wouldn't do that.

POLICE

Are we going to just ignore this absurdity?

To me, that is like everybody is blindness, muteness and deafness.

So, can I see the report?

You'll need a power of attorney from the family.

Sign this.

FULL NAME

Standard protocol. Suicide.

What do you think you're doing? Put it away.

-Wait... -What is it?

-What are you... -Just accept it.

Sometimes, death is the only way out.

So? Is everything okay?

It's no okay, man. They changed the car on the bridge.

The car was red. That's crazy.

COMMENTED ON YOUR PROFILE: WATCH HIM GO!

-What's up. -Hello!

-Have you had dinner yet? -I grabbed a snack.

Hey.

You forgot all this side.

Relax, I'll get there.

UNKNOWN: MESSAGE DELETED MESSAGE DELETED

CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT...

SINIS FASHION WEEK? JUST ANOTHER DAY IN THIS SCHOOL.

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BOOK A PERSONALIZED TOUR

-It just fell! -Moron!

And a liar!

You forgot what is right, man? Who are you backing?

Hey, dad...

-Look, I need... -Just give me five minutes, Malu.

Hi there, honey!

-How are we? -I'll have a punch buggy and some sleep.

-Is it rough? -Worse. I'm sick of studying.

-When is the exam? -Tomorrow.

I see here that everything is gonna be alright.

You're gonna be alright. I'm telling you.

Exam?

Is it for the fag or dyke license?

A license to fuck curious man's asses.

-What the fuck did you say? -I'm only getting started.

Dad, remember when you told me that if I wanted to go to a different school,

you could enroll me in any school in São Paulo?

Well, I know my way around, honey. I know a lot of people.

Yeah, I know.

So...

I'm willing to dedicate myself.

Do what I must do. I don't want to lag behind, you know?

I want to go to a different school.

Are you giving up rap to become a nerd, you rascal.

I can handle both.

-We bring the house down. -Okay then.

Boo!

Motherfuckers.

I'm tired, cousin.

I know, cousin.

Hey, cousin, good luck.

Ícaro had wings, and wanted to fly away

He decided to cross the bridge, and find his own way

On this side, greed rules

Who were you among those fools?

To see what you saw That's why I'm here

But without your wings, I can't feel how you did, dear

I look at those spoiled kids, and I feel no elation

It's like looking at the suspects in a police station

Excuse me, teacher. Good morning.

I'd like to introduce you to our new student, Ícaro.

Come on, everyone. Let's get back to the class.

Welcome, Lola. Welcome, Malu.

We're studying The Posthumous Memoirs. I'm not sure if you know it.

I don't know if, in Argentina, you had Brazilian Literature.

And you, Malu...

Anyway...

Let's get started. The Posthumous Memoirs of Brás Cubas

is the book that inaugurated Realism in Brazil.

Before it became a novel, Machado de Assis published it...

Machado, Assis, a black man

Some of them are frightened And not accepting it is a plan

The Posthumous Memoirs, and I raise you ten

That you don't understand what you read Time and time again

Words come out like a phenomenon

Machado, Racionais, and the list goes on

Anelise, right?

Hi. How are you?

A bit strange, but you know how it is, first day of school.

-Come on. -Ouch.

You good? Uh-huh.

Were you a friend of his?

Kind of.

How was he?

I guess you know that better than me.

We were kids when we first met.

But I'd like to know how he was here, you know?

I think we had a similar vibe. I wish I got closer to him.

But it didn't happen. Not enough time, I don't know.

Sis, forget about it.

That's Enzo. Anelise's ex.

The poor guy freaked out last year.

He broke up with her, kept away from everyone.

A bit crazy.

-Hey. -Hey.

Do you want to come to Tchelo's tonight?

Are you coming?

Damn.

What's up?

Any businesses with that kid?

Take care of your life, man.

Take care of my life, huh? I have my eyes on you.

-What about this? -What?

-You picked a fight with fashion? -What do you mean, boss?

-I dressed up for you. -I'll take a picture.

Get on with it, then.

Tell them who's your Uber black.

I'm sorry, man.

So, where are we going, boss?

I have an idea. Come on.

I just want to take a look at the footage.

SECURITY CAMERA BRIDGE

-It's no big deal. -I don't want any trouble.

It must have happened after midnight, right?

We'll find that out, boss.

-Boss, there's nothing here. -Trust me. We're going to find it.

That's the one, man. That's the car.

-It was there when I arrived. -That one?

That's the one. It's not fucking black.

Zoom in. That's it, bro.

Look...

Can you find out whose car this is?

I'm on it, boss.

Look at this.

Look what I cooked for you.

Stroganoff.

-Mom, it's not even my birthday. -Oh, honey.

You studied so, so much.

You managed to get into the best school in São Paulo.

We celebrate your birthday every year, but that...

That happens once in a lifetime.

What's up, everyone!

Look at that!

Your blessing, auntie.

Hey, dude. Wow, Nayara is going to cry

when she finds out she missed on the best stroganoff ever.

If I knew it was a party, I'd dress up.

I want to know how it was.

At the rich kids' school.

-Fuck, that's amazing. -Language.

Potato sticks.

It sucked, didn't it?

Bro, you don't need that.

Yeah, but if I have to do it for myself.

You're nothing like that place.

I'm nothing like this place either.

Where do I belong?

You have no idea what it's like. Being treated like a foreign body.

At least let me choose where I won't be accepted.

-A plate for you. -Yay!

-Thank you very much. -Potato sticks for you.

Mom, this is delicious.

-Good. -Uh-huh.

That was a sponsored post!

Fuck it. Fuck it!

I love this one! I love this one! You gotta dance with me.

-How long are you keeping this shit? -Fuck, bro, careful!

I think at least one more month or so.

It's really strange a friend of his, showing up here after everything.

Fuck it. It's just another poor hottie.

-I don't think that's all she is. -I want to know who's that new girl.

Who?

-The Argentinian? -The Argentinian.

A thousand bucks of each for whoever scores that first?

Perfect.

You're so good!

Want some? Do you want it? No?

Come on, have some.

Hey, what's up?

-What's your name? Tell me. -Lola.

Lola. Beautiful name. Hey, give me some fucking space!

Do you want some? No? Let me look at you.

Come here. Look at me.

Come. Look at me. Look at me.

-Fuck, my arm! -What the hell?

-Easy. -Hey!

Hey, get your hands off her!

-Hey! -Are you high? Are you out of your mind?

-You crazy? -Hey, relax.

-Easy. -Get off. Get off, you son of a bitch!

Let's go.

-Look what you did. -Fucking son of a bitch.

FOLLOW MESSAGE

THE STROGANOFF WAS GREAT. EVEN BETTER WITH YOU.

SORRY IF I WAS RUDE

FRIEND REQUEST FOLLOWING

Sorry.

What are you celebrating here?

Huh? Fuck!

Anelise.

-Hey, Enzo. Get off. What the fuck? -Are you crazy?

What are you doing?

What are you celebrating here, moron?

-Huh? -Fred. Fuck, Fred!

-Stop it! -Hey, do something!

Fred, don't!

Have you ever heard the Blue Dog tale?

Fred, get off him!

Get your hands off me. I'm going to kill this fucker!

Get your fucking hands off me!

-Yes? -Boss.

I found who's the owner of that red car.

-Who? -Rubens Bianchi.

Security Secretary. Do you know who is his son?

Enzo Bianchi. That kid from your school.