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[friendly smalltalk]

- Is everything alright? - You know it.

Are you sure it's alright?

I don't know, Dad. I'm really nervous, you know?

Why? I think that's only natural.

Absolutely natural.

Hi, how have you been? Is everything well?

Thank you for coming.

Today is a very happy day in my life, Carlinhos.

- Let's have a talk, my son. - Fine.

Seeing you with Solange,

it reminds me a lot of me and your mother.

Your mother should have been here.

Ah, how she who adored Solange!

Your courtship was like ours.

I was your mother's first boyfriend.

You were Solange's first boyfriend.

Our relationship began in,

childhood and so did yours.

Funny.

It looks like you will continue the love we had.

Dad, don't you think Solange...

that Solange's personality is similar to Mom's?

Do you think so? I think the same thing.

I think so!

You know, it make me feel a little...

[woman calling] Carlinhos!

- He'll be right there. - You know, Dad…

They're calling you, my son. Carlinhos…

- Carlinhos! - I want to say something,

that I learned from marriage.

Never say to your wife,

"Don't bother me! Stop your nagging!"

Don't ever argue, ever!

- Love… Love begets love. - Okay, Dad.

- I'm going on up. - Wait, there's something else.

I'll be right there. One moment!

Since your mother died,

I've never been with another woman.

I am not the type of man…

that can be with another women.

But, Dad, why are you telling me this?

I don't know, I don't know.

I think I'm… I'm a little drunk.

I'm already on my fifth dose of whiskey.

- What was I actually talking about? - I'm going up.

- Okay? - No, wait. I need to finish.

I am comfortable being alone.

Your mother died. She's dead.

But I swear, my son,

I do it for your mother.

Let's cut the cake.

Oh, wait.

One minute. Wait a minute.

The first piece goes to Dad.

- To Dad. - To Dad, to Dad. Here you go!

That's fine. Wait, let me pass by. I want to talk to my daughter.

Let me over there. One minute.

One minute. That's it.

Look at my new daughter.

Hey, Dr. Borborema, thank you so much.

- Best wishes to you. - Paulinha.

Paulinha. Of course!

- [Solange] Rodrigo, thank you. - My son, my son.

Talk to me, my son.

- Ah! - Dad!

A hug and best wishes.

[Solange] Hey, Antenor, thank you.

[friendly smalltalk]

My love.

It's time, my dear. Go change your clothes, come on.

It's still early, Carlinhos. What time is it?

Honey, I can't wait another 15 minutes.

Go on.

No. Not now, Carlinhos.

Take your hand off.

Give me a nice kiss, come on.

Right here?

- Just a little kiss. - What about the driver?

- He can't see anything! - Through his mirror...

I'm your husband, aren't I?

No, not here.

You're refusing, right?

Can't you wait a little?

Look, listen...

I have a request to make of you.

What is it?

A little later.

What request, huh?

It'll keep.

And now my kiss.

Calm down, you're hurting me.

- My love. - No.

I know why you want me to open my mouth.

A French kiss, right?

What kind of talk is that, huh?

French kissing is the only way, you know?

When you're in love, you kiss with tongue, my dear.

But I don't like it, Carlinhos. You know that!

I'm not like the others.

But you won't do it for me?

For me!

Sorry, Carlinhos, I know you're right.

I know what a French kiss is. I'm not a child after all.

Solange, I want you to tell me something.

I'm speaking! Don't turn your face away!

Do you still love me?

Do you love me?

How can you doubt it?

Yes or no?

Do you really want to know?

I love you! I adore you!

I wouldn't know how to live without you.

I love you.

My love…

That's it.

Now that was a real kiss.

Wait.

- No, Carlinhos. No. - My love.

I have a request to make of you.

Now you are mine.

No, Carlinhos. No.

- Carlinhos, I have a request. - A request? What request?

I don't want anything to happen between us tonight.

So, I still have to wait?

I want you to understand.

Understand what?

I'm not ready yet.

We've been dating since we were teenagers and you're not ready?

We've been engaged for two years and you're not ready?

Have patience with me.

It's worth the wait.

No, Carlinhos. The covers.

Okay, I'll wait, but at least take off your panties, okay?

- No, Carlinhos. No. - What the heck, Solange?

No, I don't want to feel violated! No!

No!

- Stay still. - Get off!

No.

No!

No!

Now you are mine.

Every day I will be raped.

I don't want ruin our love with sex.

Wait, listen. No, Dad,

- at least listen. - Oh, my boy.

Go on...

What do you think I should do, Dad?

My son, it's only been two weeks since you were married?

But Solange said she is terrified of sex.

Yes, so what?

- So what? You can't really think that! - I think so!

I think so.

In my opinion, a wife should be frigid.

Frigid? No, Dad.

Not that.

Calm down, son. Calm down, come here.

Sit down.

- Listen here... - [woman] Excuse me, Dr. Alexandre.

But again?

It's Dona Matilde, she only want's one word.

Look, go tell her that I'm in a meeting and I can't attend to her.

- Yes, sir. - And don't interrupt me.

Yes, sir.

Where was I? Oh, yes!

I believe that sex... has nothing to do with marriage.

I learned from my personal case.

You are a grown man and we can confide in each other over these things.

There was never a better wife in the world than your mother.

But she was frigid.

She was a saint because she was frigid.

I don't even know how you managed to be born.

But, Dad, you didn't need to tell me that.

I'm trying to save your marriage.

[woman] No, you can't go in.

Can I come in?

Would you like to wait a minute, Dona Matilde?

I'll be on my way, Dad.

No, no, no, wait a minute.

I'm resolving an important matter, Dona Matilde.

Don't stop on my account, Alexandre.

I'll come by later, okay?

It's the lease.

God bless you, my son.

Your signature is missing.

But what lease, Matilde?

A guarantee on my apartment, Alexandre.

Matilde, since I am one of the firm's partners, I cannot sign it.

But you promised. I already gave them your name.

Indeed I promised, understand.

I was embarrassed at the time, I didn't have the nerve.

You would deny a signature to your wife's best friend?

More than a friend!

Dolores told me everything.

Things you wouldn't even suspect.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

I would like to, but there is a contractual barrier, I'm sorry.

As ye sow, Alexandre, so shall you'll reap.

I'm sure you will regret this.

- Goodbye. - Let me show you the door.

It is not necessary. I know the way.

But don't forget... I'm vindictive.

[Alexandre] There was never a better wife than your mother.

And she was frigid. A saint and frigid.

And she was a saint because she was frigid.

She was frigid.

A saint and frigid.

And she was a saint because she was frigid.

Well, can you see any change?

My love…

Did she see how I liked the French kiss?

Look, I really got goose bumps.

Come here.

Let's go upstairs, shall we?

No, later.

I think… that I was only pretending the first night.

And the other nights.

Sometimes I say things I don't really mean.

I…

I was afraid I wasn't being normal.

And I thought you were frigid.

Our courtship, our engagement…

it was so formal...

I didn't understand what a French kiss was.

My dear,

I just want to tell you that I…

I never thought a man could love a woman...

as much as I do for you.

Sometimes it's a little spooky to love some one so much.

Let's go.

- Let's go. - Let's go now.

I'll tell the help that we are eating out tonight. Come on.

Look at how I am luring you.

Come here. I want to see you naked in the light.

Of course.

All the lights lit up.

It's useless...

I... I'm just pretending.

I thought we were starting over.

Will it always be like this?

No.

No.

It won't always be like this.

I want you to know…

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you... forgive me.

Have patience with me.

What a surprise!

Come on in.

How are you?

I came here because…

Are you crying, my child?

Why?

Carlinhos.

It's not him.

It's me.

I know that you were...

Carlinhos’ mother’s best friend…

Since we were girls.

You know we even took showers together growing up?

But what is it?

Problems with Carlinhos?

Imagine this…

We've been married for two months...

and I feel nothing, no pleasure.

Don't worry yourself, my child.

This is more common than you think.

It'll work out.

Do you think so?

I think so.

Sometimes, those who are sexually incompatible with one man,

can be perfectly at ease with…

another...

or others.

But he is my husband!

No, I wasn't talking about you.

You can come here whenever you want.

To me, you can say anything you want.

Well, then I'll go.

Can you do me a favor?

Do you see this letter?

I want you to give this to Dr. Alexandre.

Of course.

Ah, I forgot about Dona Matilde's letter.

[Alexandre] For me?

- [Solange] Uh huh. - Give it to me.

God bless you.

[Matilde] Alexandre, I was very good friends with your wife.

More than a friend, a confidant.

And more than a confidant.

One day she showed up at my house…

What sadness is this?

I'm desperate.

Don't scare me.

What happened?

I think I am... Matilde.

What is it?

Exactly what you're thinking.

Pregnant.

I am.

Pregnant!

[Dolores] Listen, Matilde.

Listen.

You pig, don't touch me!

I warned you, you slut. No children!

[Dolores] I'm not going to love this child.

Because this child came from a man!

I swear that since I was a little girl, I've been disgusted by boys.

Hello? Put him through.

Assunção, big guy! Can you talk?

I know.

Of course, my friend. That sounds like a good idea.

- Buy some limes. - Buy some limes.

Can you get us some coffee?

In fact, make it two coffees, huh!

You scared me with that telephone call.

This thing is really scary, Assunção.

My marriage isn't going well, you know?

Are you kidding?

I wish I was kidding.

What was I talking about? Oh!

There are only two men I trust, Assunção.

My father and you, you know?

For me, who doesn't have a father, I only have you.

But what is it?

There is no woman more wonderful than Solange.

I think so too.

You know, I don't know what to do. I not sure what else to do.

Let me summarize our sex life for you.

Solange was a virgin when we got married.

But she has such a dread of sex

that we only consummated 20 days after the wedding.

Just pretend, Solange.

At least pretend.

I know that.

You know I wanted to wait.

I don't even know how to pretend.

Why don't you try psychoanalysis?

Who knows?

[Solange crying] I was 11 years old.

The wall of my house overlooked an empty lot.

One day I heard groans in a vacant lot.

I climbed the ladder against the wall...

and I took a look.

I saw two beggars making love...

They were an older couple.

The woman's face was purple...

a purple of gangrene.

And he had this thing on his neck... What's it called?

A goiter, I think it was a goiter.

Both of them were covered with sores.

It was as if the wounds were devouring... possessing each other.

Do you think you still...

love your husband?

Ever since I got married I dream about those sores every night.

But I asked if you love your husband.

I love him.

Since I got married I dream about snakes every night.

Those sores are like little vipers.

The sores are vipers...

rising, rising...

rising from the flesh.

But I asked if you love your husband.

I love him.

I love him more and more.

Can't you understand that my husband is everything to me?

Neither of the beggars had teeth.

And the woman cried out,

Beat me senseless.

Beat me senseless.

Beat me senseless.

Beat me senseless.

Beat me senseless!

Don't get excited, Carlinhos.

Come on, I know my place.

I'm my wife's husband and that's it.

Listen to this, my friend.

Every woman in analysis...

believes her father is a creep,

that her mother is a viper,

- and that her husband is an ass. - Let me answer that...

I'm more and more obsessed with my husband each day.

He's the best man in the world!

[Carlinhos] It's true.

Don't joke around, Assunção.

Look…

[Assunção] Be careful, huh!

[Carlinhos] Where did you learn all that crap?

[Carlinhos] That's funny.

Are you sad, Carlinhos?

Who me? No.

Absolutely not.

Suddenly your mood changed.

On the contrary...

I feel happier than ever.

Right now I'm happy.

I forgot that I have to stop by Dad's house.

- I have to go. - Can't you phone?

It has to be in person. I won't be long, I'll be right back.

And my kiss?

On the mouth.

Thanks.

For what?

For a that kiss...

and for this one. Look.

Well then...

Why are you here at this hour, my son?

Why?

I came to vent because otherwise I'll die.

- Money? - That would be easier, Dad.

I wish I had no money, bankrupt, and the devil too.

I can handle hunger!

Sit down.

You say "sit" as if it were some solution.

- You know what it is? - I'm waiting for you to tell me.

Father…

I don't trust my wife.

- Solange? - Yep, Solange, yes.

Have you gone crazy?

Have you been drinking?

What nonsense is this?

It's Solange, Dad. I wish it were nonsense.

Carlinhos.

Let's talk, man to man.

I'm listening.

I know, you know, and your mother knew...

Solange since she was a little girl.

We always lived in the same neighborhood,

we had the same friendships, the same neighbors.

We know everything about Solange's life.

Is that right or isn't it?

- Nobody can really know anyone. - That…

is a bunch of nonsense.

No one has ever had a reason to doubt Solange.

Look at me, Carlinhos.

- Look at me! - Do you have any cigarettes, Dad?

Solange is not just any daughter-in-law.

She is the daughter I never had.

It's as if she were my daughter.

Every now and then I get the impression that your marriage...

is incestuous.

Come on, Dad!

You idiot! I am serious.

Tell me what sort of proof do you have?

I want facts! Concrete facts!

- Come on. - Do you want facts?

I have one!

I went to dinner with Solange,

Assunção, and his wife.

I happened to drop my napkin.

I bent down to pick it up and I saw it!

I saw Solange's foot on top of Assunção's foot!

Back and forth. Foot on top of foot. I saw it!

- What else? - That's all.

- Nothing else? - Just that.

Just that?

And you woke me up to tell me about your wife playing footsie.

For the moment, it makes me doubt.

But it's a fact. I know what I saw.

But didn't you tell me that your wife is frigid?

She is frigid with me, Dad. Just with me, not with others!

Look, Carlinhos, pay close attention.

Be careful how you treat Solange.

Solange is like my own daughter.

If what I suspect is true, Dad, I will kill my wife.

On my mother's soul, I will kill her.

What's the matter with you two?

- Is there anything the matter? - There is.

Your husband called me.

That's great!

He wanted to talk about your marriage, which isn't going well.

Go on then.

But now it's you who has called me.

But I'm not in the mood to talk about my marriage.

You guys scare me.

Don't say "you guys".

I am not "you guys".

So just say,

"you".

You scare me.

Oh, really?

Do women scare you?

So what am I to you?

- A friend. - Hmm.

Just that?

Isn't that enough?

Do me a favor?

What?

Turn away from me.

There.

Can I turn around?

You can.

What's this?

Am I still just a friend?

No.

I don't want that.

Am I so uninteresting that I can only be your friend?

Here? In your living room?

In your husband's house? Someone might come in!

- Then find a place. - It'll have to be far away.

I shouldn't touch you.

I'm a bastard.

No, it never crossed my mind that you liked me.

I don't like you.

- What did you say? - Give me a cigarette?

I don't give any cigarettes. What did you say?

- I don't like you. - You don't like me?

But you will cheat on your husband with me?

With me? His best friend!

Don't scream, okay?

Answer me!

- Give me my bag, I have cigarettes. - Then tell me.

Hmm?

Want one?

I want to know why you said that.

Why are we here?

Frigid...

I'm frigid towards my husband.

I wanted to know if it was just with him or if it was with anyone.

Ah, an experiment.

And I was the guinea pig.

Tell me.

What were you findings?

You're nothing compared to my husband.

I'm disgusted, disgusted with you.

Hmm.

That's lucky for you.

At least you're disgusted with me.

For you, I don't feel a thing.

Tell me what time it is.

I don't have time for you.

[indistinct conversations]

It's hot, you son of a bitch.

Yeah, It's a better to be a camel than a penguin today.

- How is the money back there? - Ah, only a few bucks.

Oh, it's no good up front either! It's getting stuffy in here!

Isn't anyone getting off?

No, bastard.

Everyone is going to Avenida Brasil.

Mosquito!

Come here, man! Come here, man!

Come here, Mosquito.

What is it, Codfish? What?

Hey, don't mess with me. You like playing games with me.

Mosquito.

Take a look at the woman at the bus stop.

Take a look.

Man, she's a beauty, right?

She's a real beauty!

It's got to be now or never, man!

- Hey, what am I supposed to do? - Empty the shit can.

I can't throw everyone out.

- What will they think? - Let's go.

Let's send them all away.

- Come on. We broke down. Come on. - No. Leave it to me.

Ladies and gentlemen. We've decided after some deliberation,

that this is the end of the line.

This bus is going to the garage, huh!

To the garage.

Come on!

What is this?

Let's go. It can't be helped, it's broken.

We're taking the bus to the garage. Let's go!

Out!

Step right up, madame.

Get in.

You know, I'll be a son of a gun...

Those people were furious.

Hey, did you see how big he was?

I gave that bastard a hard time, believe me.

I gave him an earful!

Just leave it to me.

- Were you at the bus stop a long time? - Uh huh.

You are funny.

Hottie.

- Hey, Mosquito? - Hmm?

Take a look out back. I think we've got a flat.

Oh!

- Mosquito! - But, Codfish.

Take a look out back and see if the tire is flat, man!

But, Codfish, you're always trying to mess with me, man.

Mosquito, the tire is flat. Aren't you going to take a look?

It's cool, it's cool. I will, but why me?

- Are you moving or not? - It's cool.

Don't yell at me. Okay, Codfish.

I'll take a look at the damn tire.

Okay, Codfish. Everything's cool.

You son of a bitch, Codfish!

Don't leave me here alone, Codfish!

Codfish, you piece of shit!

Come here.

I've had a crush on you for a long time.

Let's make some hot love? Hmm?

You're here?

Hi. How are you, my daughter?

I... I want to talk to you.

- I'm tired. - Sit down.

I won't take very long.

What's going on between you and Carlinhos?

Dad…

I always wanted to call you Dad.

I like it when you call me Dad.

I always wanted a daughter like you.

How awful.

But why?

Imagine this? Since I got married to your son,

how can I be both your daughter and daughter-in-law? Hmm?

Ah!

Well...

I want you to know something.

I don't think it's right for me to call you Dad.

Okay, not that... Okay, not that...

At the moment, I wanted to know what I can do for you guys.

You know? I have a friend that told me...

That you are more attractive than Carlinhos.

- I'm an old man. - I disagree.

You're not old at all.

Haha... Forget about that. Let's talk about you guys.

Can I ask you a question?

Of course you can.

What is a high-turnover hotel?

What kind of hotel?

Don't be surprised by my question, because during my life..

I've always been so isolated. I don't know anything.

Huh, what is your question?

Well, a high-turnover hotel is a hotel for couples.

Isn't it?

Since it's a hotel for the "moment", it's called a high-turnover hotel.

Interesting, Carlinhos never tells me about these things.

He has never invited me to go to a high-turnover hotel.

Because he respects you!

That's the kind of respect that no woman wants!

Will you take me to one of those hotels?

I don't understand.

The man…

The man... not you.

Now do you understand why I don't like calling you "Dad"?

You're talking about... What are you getting at?

Don't think I have never noticed your eyes?

Your wandering eyes?

Haven't you ever looked at me without being my father or my father-in-law?

Nor as an old man?

I'll spit in your face.

You don't have the courage!

Ah!

My daughter-in-law! You are my daughter-in-law, my God!

Don't you want anything with me?

You are a dirty old man!

- Old timer. - No, not that.

I am a good man.

I'm a dirty woman.

Hmm?

- I'm leaving! - Don't do that!

Wait.

I want you.

I want you, my love.

- Ah... - My goddess.

[Solange] Do you think I'm hot? Huh?

You're hot. You…

You are very hot!

You are the hottest thing in my life!

You are very hot. You…

Horndog!

- You big horndog! - I am!

- Let me ride you! Come on! - That's it, mount me.

Ride me. Ride the horndog.

Go!

- That's it! - Go!

Excuse me.

Thanks.

I like to read the graves in hopes of one day finding my name.

Don't stop! Keep going! Don't stop!

Do not stop!

Beat me...

Beat me senseless.

Beat me senseless.

Beat me! Beat me senseless!

Beat me...

What's going on?

Beat me senseless!

What?

What's happening, Solange?

- What? - Beat me senseless!

- What is it, Solange? - Beat me senseless!

Have you seen Assunção?

Not lately.

Not even today?

Why today?

No reason.

Just a joke.

- Solange, come here for a second. - I'll be right there.

Right now!

Ah!

What's that for, Carlinhos?

There's no point in denying it.

I know everything.

What do you know, my baby?

Untrustworthy.

Untrustworthy.

Untrustworthy.

Untrustworthy!

You're drunk.

Come here. Look at me, I want to see your face, you slut!

Don't call me a slut!

- I'm not a slut. - What about your lover?

I don't have a lover.

Oh, you don't have a lover.

You're so untrustworthy that you can even say that you love me.

I do love you.

Do you know what this is here?

I'm going to kill that dog, Assunção.

No, not him.

Would you rather I kill you?

He wasn't the only one.

There were others.

He wasn't the only one?

There were others?

I want their names.

Tell me who was the first. Who was the first?

You're going to tell me everything.

I want to know everything right now, at this moment.

One day I left home.

I left the car in the parking lot.

I caught a bus at the end of the line.

There was only one passenger.

Thanks.

May I join you?

Be my guest.

Don't you remember me?

Do you know me?

I was an employee of your husband, Carlinhos.

But I left to become a money exchanger at C.T.C.

My son died, Dona Solange.

All the money I had, I spent on some medicine.

And then there wasn't any left for the funeral.

Couldn't you help me out?

Come with me.

Ah, may God bless you.

Do you think I'm pretty?

When you stopped by the office, everyone thought so.

I'm sorry, ma'am,

but everyone thought that you were the terrific.

I don't know how I had the guts to tell you that.

Come with me.

Do you have the guts to do to me what you do to your wife? Huh?

I have a lot of respect for you, ma'am.

Slap my face.

I don't have the guts.

Slap my face! I'm the one in charge!

But what about my son?

We can think of your son later. Now slap me!

Not like that.

Harder. Like this.

Forget your son, just think about me.

My husband thinks I'm frigid, but I'm not frigid.

Come on, don't stop!

Beat me or I'll kill you!

You know Assunção...

The others ones you don't know.

I don't even know most of their names.

If he was the only one...

I would shoot that beast, Assunção.

But I can't go around the city hunting all your lovers.

How is it possible?

Certain feelings and actions…

give off a bad smell.

I'm not guilty.

It's not my fault.

Shut up!

You don't use panties anymore...

No panties!

You're an animal!

I'm dead to the world.

For the last time…

I've died.

I'm dead.

Do you live here in Copacabana?

Uh, I'm passing through, on the move.

- Oh. - I'm on a break.

Do you understand?

Do you want to get together? Huh?

- Hmm. - Huh?

You're hot.

You are amazing.

[Solange] Every day,

as if on cue, I feel the need to leave the house.

I take the first bus and get off with a perfect stranger.

I'm not like other women.

I'm not like anyone else.

[psychoanalyst] You are like the others.

Just like anyone else.

[Solange] You don't understand me.

I love my husband.

But I make love to any man that comes around.

Do you get it now?

Do you know what I'm saying?

Why can't you follow it?

We don't understand each other?

I do what I do but I am unable to suffer for it.

Don't you understand! I don't suffer!

And I want to hate myself, but I can't!

[psychoanalyst] Hate yourself? But why?

Suffer for what?

Ma… Ma'am…

What are you doing to yourself?

Listen to me now.

You may desire to be with your husband...

or maybe you don't. You might even desire to be with other men.

Other attractive men or even unattractive men.

Look…

If everyone knew everyone's sexual intimacy,

no one would speak to anyone ever again.

And your aggressiveness... that isn't abnormal either.

[Solange] I'm paying you... at least make me suffer!

For the love of God, make me suffer!

[psychoanalyst] However, the worst patient isn't yourself.

It's your husband.

Yes, he is deeply disturbed.

[Solange screaming] My husband is dying!

You will see one of your clients rotting on your couch!

In your beard!

You are a bastard!

Bastard!

Bastard!

Bastard!

Bastard!