Wake up, honey.
You'd better remember
That an empty glass
ls full of air
You'd better remember
That the dark air...
Good morning Batista, you jerk.
Morning, Mrs. Nobody.
Don't, will ya?
Don't!
Jerk!
Go to Hell!
That's what you deserve.
Look at mommy.
Wanna hose me down? Go ahead!
There! I'm soaking wet!
You'd better remember
That an empty glass
Today only if you pay for it, ma'am.
Pay? Over my dead body.
A bunch of disgrace.
That disgrace is not gratis.
Let's not bicker.
What for?
Hey, Mrs. Nobody.
- I'm tempted. - Go ahead.
My pleasure.
Bottoms up.
And my bologna sandwich?
Come back after 6pm.
Deal.
The kid cried all night.
And all his mom cares about is raising the kid's rental rate.
You're a heroine.
It's so good to see you, you!
Can you spare me some change?
I need a bath.
I got hosed down with a stinky water.
A buck or two. I'll pay you back.
Spare me some, come on!
Excuse me, ma'am!
No teeth- brushing there.
Morning, Officer. The water is terrific. Refreshing.
Leave, please. I mean it.
- Or I'll take you in. - Please.
Harassing people, to arrest them, Officer?
That's not healthy.
What else can I be?
A pilot! See?
A 3- day rest period between 1- night shifts.
Life is short. Enjoy it, Officer. Or die.
And who's gonna protect the city against crime? You?
Definitely not the Police.
Over there Downtown...
those white- collared men. You should begin with them.
From the cream of the crop.
Sure, along with you, ma'am.
- No teeth- brushing. - I've done no harm.
- Leave. - Come on.
- No! - Leave her alone!
Fucker!
Stop! Stop! Stop!
Stop!!!
Miserable bitch!
You're past due for a good shower, son.
Grandma. Grandma?
It's me. Leandro.
No.
My folks said you'd died, grandma.
To your family, I'm dead.
Look. Look- -
Look at that...
I've tagged you since early today.
You sleep on the streets. Why?
I'm used to it.
Used to it? Grandma, you had a home, a bed.
You were a teacher. I don't get it.
And you don't have to. I want to live on the streets.
As simple as that.
So? What's the problem?
None. I just find it all very confusing.
It's not confusing at all. Come with me. Come on.
I'm inviting you.
No, no. You come with me, grandma.
I'm gonna call the day off. You're coming with me.
No. I need a shower, son.
At the fountain?
Well...
"If it's dirty, clean it."
You sounded just like my morn now.
Do not compare me with you mother.
- For God's sake. - Why not?
I'm sure she thinks, as I bet you do, that life is...
Things are more complicated than they really are. That's it.
Life is simple.
There's no mystery. At all.
- Your pitch is illogical. - Why?
You pay for electricity, water, phone, Internet...
trash! HOA fees... HOA fees!
I don't pay a thing.
Zilch! I pay for zilch!
I like the streets. It's my home.
- Remember our home? - Of course.
Remember the two of us couch- potating?
No. I sat on the floor.
- C'mon. - I hated that couch!
Never liked couches.
Grandma!
I don't like living at home.
Birthday parties for grandmas, grandpas, mothers, fathers.
God forbid. No.
- I might come off as insane. - Like you do now.
The thing is I like people!
I like the streets.
Of this city, dear.
But you're filthy, grandma.
Such is life.
You've got nowhere to shower.
How dare you? Who says I don't?
Who says I don't, boy?!
Wine occupies
lpain's place
Come on!
Come on in, son!
Come on! Come on!
Don't be silly! Come!
Half- full, Half- empty
Half sadness, Half joy
The magic of the whole truth, Our almighty love
You'd better remember
That an empty glass
ls full of air
You know what day today is, bro?
The 3rd anniversary of the day she left me.
Miserable bitch.
I still love her, man.
This is her.
I've put some of her perfume on the photo. Here.
But it's not the same.
Hey! What the hell?
Perfume is a trap.
Perfume is a trap in the air.
I should've forgiven her.
- Hey, the flowers! - Sorry.
- How are you? - Man! You've turned gray.
Yeah, time flies, right?
- Good to see you. - Yeah.
- Your daughter? - Yeah. My baby girl.
- So cute. - She is. Very.
- This is my wife. - Nice to meet you.
- I'm Felicia. - Felicia?
Really?
It's our daughter's name.
Oh yeah?
Yeah.
Yeah?
Célio, you're scheduled to escort Jai Arnott during the Festival.
Pick him up at the airport.
Jai Arnott, the actor?
Yeah. That's him.
Pick him up at the airport, ok?
Sure. Will do.
Like it?
Yeah. I like it a lot.
Good size, right?
Great size. It's expensive, right?
Maybe. But... I think it's worth it.
Hi, love!
Hi, my muse. What's up?
How did you like the place?
I like it a lot. It's great.
I'm gonna send you a pic, ok?
- Ok, love ya. - Me too.
Do you speak Portuguese?
Prison 1, Prison 2.
Is that Justin Bieber?
No, it's Jai Arnott!
Please, please, get me an autograph!
I bet this donkey can't hold a pen.
Just one! Please!
Sugar Loaf.
Is being an asshole also in your contract?
And my cat made for a tasty kebab, so...
Fuckin' A! The gringo is friggin' gaga!
Shit.
Check my line! Ok?
Sorry, man.
The slaves baked'em for the dumb Emperor's troops...
who got so fat they couldn't fight anymore.
In all the chats we have
About affairs, or whatever
So much in common
Confiding secrets
I don't know when to say it
I feel afraid
So afraid
I need to tell you
I love you
To win you or lose you
Without fail
I need to tell you
I love you so much!
I need to tell you
I love you
To win you or lose you
Without fail
I need to tell you I love you so much...
When there is no more love
Its remains are left
A few feeble oaths In permanent marker
Hair strands on a jacket
When there is no more love
There remains a few things
A few common mists A few common secrets
By a big pink house
When there is no more love
There remains the horror
A torrent of insults And blood perjuries
Doors in the wind And the lover's fear
When there is no more love
There remains a few things
A few common mists A few common secrets
By a big pink house
When there is no more love
There remains the horror
A torrent of insults And blood perjuries
Doors in the wind And the lover's fear
No more ocean view
The same linear future
It's the winter of love
Ordinary, so ordinary
One single wrong word
For a stone- throwing attack
It's the winter of love
Seaside, so ordinary
So ordinary
When there is no more love
There remains the tenderness
And sometimes we get drunk On cheap wine to survive
A moment that leave us
Even less full of love
Suddenly, all oppresses us
When there is no more love There remains two hostages
Almost two lions in a cage Dreaming of other shores
Other shores
No more ocean view
The same linear future
It's the winter of love
Ordinary, so ordinary
One single wrong word
For a stone- throwing attack
It's the winter of love
Ordinary, so ordinary
When there is no more love...
BOXER "TEXAS" FRAYJO AND WIFE MARIA SILVA'S TRAGIC CAR ACCIDENT
Professional bout, Texas?
You gotta be kidding me.
There's no professional bouts with one- armed boxers.
I need $80,000.
$80,000, Texas?
Everybody needs $80,000, including me.
Up, up!
It's for Maria's operation.
The doctor says she might walk again.
You should've considered this before drinking and driving.
Now deal with it. Shoulder that responsibility.
Look, I know how to find you something.
What the fuck, William?
Is this a fucking joke, dog?
It's no joke, man. He's my boxer.
- Are you Joéo Frayjo "Texas"? - That's me.
Keep your guard up, damn it!
- R$ 500? - Don't you need 80 grand?
This is just the beginning, champ. It must begin somehow.
This is the champion!
Thank you, buddy.
Texas...
a gringo wants to speak with you, let's go.
The gringo wants to make you an offer.
Straight talk.
He knows your wife needs an operation.
He's saying...
you two should fight.
If you win, he'll pay for her surgery and treatment.
If you lose, he'll pay for her surgery and treatment just as well.
He lost me.
His wife died a while back.
She was pregnant and died at childbirth along with their son.
He saw magazine photos of your wife...
and she looks just like his.
Same name, Maria.
So he'll pay for her recovery.
When she's well, he'll take her to his home...
where they'll have sex until she gets pregnant.
Once the child is born, your wife comes back.
But he keeps the child, got it?
Hey! Calm down!
Calm down.
I'm gonna kill you!
Gotcha!
Guys, listen up!
See this cute guy here? A thief!
He used my services and didn't pay. Thief.
You've bitten me, are you crazy?
I'm not, but I'll get crazy now if you don't pay up.
- Pay up. - You tried to bite me...
Hi, mom, any goals?
Brazilian passports are worth top money in the black market.
Really? Why?
'Cause only here you'll find all skin tones.
White, black, milk chocolate...
Easterners, Indians, you name it.
Brazil has people of all skin tones, know what I mean?
Of course! We all understand Portuguese.
Your neighboring countries have mostly white populations, why?
'Cause in the past white men decimated other races.
Not in Brazil.
Why don't you stop with your idiotic stories
and start doing something?
What?
So you're seeing Isabel today?
Tell her I said "hi".
And that I've prepared this for her.
Isabel...
Oh, Isabel...
She's an angel
that sleeps with men like you
for free.
Shameless son of a bitch.
Fernando...
Fernando!
I got my Visa. I'm going to New York.
You? You don't even speak English.
Come, Fernando.
I'm so thirsty!
Thirsty for your damn blood!
So thirsty!
For your damn blood so thirsty
Buddies, disperse!
Whore!
Let's do it.
Hold it up.
I would go.
If I were you, I'd go.
We're lucky I was the one invited.
Anybody would! No one would think twice.
- I get it. - lt's the chance of a lifetime!
I get it.
You must take the offer.
The rest takes care of itself.
The rest?
Everybody, ""9 up!
- Come with me. - lt's you they want.
- I'm not going without you. - For God's sake!
I'm fine here.
There's something I didn't tell you.
You're only here because I asked.
What's going on? Go on!
Go.
I'd have a place here without you.
Not as good, but still.
You've always had one.
I remember being someone without you.
I remember falling in love.
Head over heels?
Head over heels.
I'm at a place you made up.
And you made up my need to go.
- L'm staying. - l'm leaving.
- Then take me with you. - Where to?
To the last place that used to be yours.
That was when we first met.
I still live that moment.
That's where we'll start over.
But what for?
Why so much sky?
Why so much sea? What for?
What's the use Of this wave that breaks?
With the afternoon wind?
What's the use Of the afternoon?
Useless landscape
It may be so
That you won't come anymore
That you'll never Come anymore
What's the use of the flowers
That grow along the path
If my path
Alone is nothing?
What's the use of the flowers
That grow along the path
If my path
Alone is nothing?
Nothing
So?
Won't you say you're sorry?
You never helped me with Clara.
It's all a lie.
Your open arms are also just a lie.
This city is a lie!
Have you been down there?
You never go down there.
Down there there is no love, so you stay here.
The Police is killing people,
when it rains it's a mess, everybody dies...
Children don't have schools.
But up here it's better to see, isn't it?
You know what? I'm leaving!
Wonderful city my ass! Good Olympics for you!
You can't use this phone. It's not working!
Sorry, I don't- -
No! You can't use it! It doesn't work!
Holy Mother of God!
Will ya please use another one?
This one's broken.
What's up, little man?
Will you tell this crazy lady to find another phone please?
'Cause this one is broken!
- Did you write this? - Yeah, I did.
Here's the deal, sir.
I'm waiting for a very important phone call.
- Really? - Really.
I'm waiting for a call from Jesus, okay?
- The Savior? - Yeah, Jesus!
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost. Amen!
I've left him a voice message asking him to call me back.
Where did you get Jesus' number?
I took it from my brother's pocket... they're close friends.
And this is none of your business.
- Who said he's the real Jesus? - You don't believe me?
Here. But keep it short. I'm expecting his call.
We deliver for free.
Out!
- You believe me now? - Sure.
My brother returns home from there...
so happy he doesn't even beat me.
How long will you wait here for?
Forever. I have no family waiting for me.
What's your name?
- Joao. - "Joao".
Say What?!
She's cute, but kind of crazy. You guys married?
Not in real life.
Good luck, Joéo.
Lousy tourists.
Hello, Jesus?
What took you so long?!
Sorry. Swamped with work.
Me too! I was with two crazy tourists.
- Can you do me a small favor? - Yes.
I wanna a ball signed by your father.
- My father? - Yeah, your father.
Isn't God your father?
Aren't you Jesus Arantes do Nascimento, son of Pelé?
Yeah, Pelé. The God!
Rio Trains informs: change of platforms.
- Due to a repositioning... - Jesus, are you nearby?
Of course. I'm everywhere.
Promise you're gonna do me this favor?
- I'll try. - "Try"?
Put your mom on the phone, please.
- My mother? - Yeah, the Virgin Mary.
My mother. One moment.
Say "Yes, my son."
Yes, my son?
Aren't ya getting my messages?
I got none of the stuff I asked ya for.
Last time I prayed for...
a puppy and you gave me a T- shirt.
Oh, I get n.
Jesus speaks Portuguese
and Mary speaks English.
That's why it's a mess down here.
And the world's beyond insane.
Momma is sick.
Jesus, promise to gimme that ball?
I'm on it.
Do that and I swear I'm never gonna bother you again.
No worries. I'll give you my personal number.
Don't call the other one anymore.
I know you have a pen.
Course! You know all.
Shoot. Your number?
- Bye. - 8...
0- 2...
0- 0...
- 2... - So many numbers.
...2.
- Got it. - Take care.
Jesus, one more little thing.
I advise you to take some Portuguese lessons up there.
Yes, my son.
Bye, Jesus.
Hello, Jesus?
No, it's Pedro.
I have a small favor to ask.
I wanna a bike.
My friend wants a spaceship...
What are you looking at?
What are you doing there by yourself?
I was flying a kite, but it's broken.
Can you hold this for me?
You can eat if you want.
No, it's drooled.
There you go.
- Thanks. - Off you go.