Boa Sorte, Meu Amor Page #4

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You're a good Mirudra.

That's Samyiama, you know?

Samyama are the five stages.

Time for bed.

Let's go to my bedroom.

And your roommate?

She took a dose of Amplitil,

she'll only wake up tomorrow.

Do you have condoms?

I do.

I'm coming, I'm coming...

We could have a child.

Who knows,

maybe one day.

Maybe today.

Are you crazy?!

Do you have a death wish?

I don't care.

You're an idiot.

I hope you have

more luck than me.

I love rummaging

through the dirt.

It's therapeutic.

I love seeing you

rummage the dirt.

- Stop that.

- It's true.

You're therapeutic, too.

No, I'm not.

- Yes, you are.

- No, I'm not.

- Yes, you are.

- No.

- Yes, you...

- No!

I think so...

It's good you're leaving,

how much more time?

Two weeks.

But I've decided

not to leave.

What do you mean?

I don't want to,

I want to stay.

Are you crazy?

If I want to stay,

then I'm crazy.

If I'm crazy, I have to stay.

It all works out.

No,it's all wrong!

Being crazy is all about

pain, suffering, disease.

You have to study,

work, you know? Live.

Why waste time in here?

It's not a waste of time.

On the contrary.

It was a coincidence,

running into you here.

Why? There's only people

like you and me in here.

You and me

are very different.

And also very similar, we both

need some kind of medicine,

some drug,

some antimonotony poison...

It works.

The problem is, people who

drink poison usually die.

People usually die anyway.

But some are hasty.

They don't like to wait,

they're in a rush to leave.

I have no rush to leave here.

I meant "here", this planet.

What's the joke?

Do you think you're funny?

- Marcos...

- I'm not talking to you.

Get up.

Get up.

Ouch, you're hurting me.

- Come with me.

- Let me go!

You're hurting me...

What is it? Move.

I have no expectations

with you, Judith.

Just to get married,

have children

and live together

till death do us part.

John... John...

You're silly.

That's why you like me.

Let's go

to the laundry room today?

Today?

- Can you get the key today?

- I can.

Same time?

No.

At four.

OK.

I'll leave the key

in the same place.

It's hard

without prescription...

But honey, listen,

I need this medicine. I need it.

I can't have this other one.

Is it serious?

Extremely serious.

I have this condition,

I can't take this medicine.

It says right here.

It can't be used in patients

who are also taking

blood thinners.

I have the prescription for

the blood thinner here, look...

So I can only take Ciprelin.

But for Ciprelin...

I'll only get a prescription

by Monday.

I can't sell without it,

it's the law.

I can't have sleepless nights

until Monday!

And if I have this other one

I could have thrombosis,

I could bleed internally.

I could die!

I beg your forgiveness,

but the law is very strict.

Don't make me laugh, honey!

"Laws are too strict"?

For old people's medicine?

For poor people?

Is that it?

With all the corruption

going on,

and you tell me

the "laws are strict"?

With the pharmaceutical industry

making up diseases

like aviary flu, swine flu,

A flu, B flu, C flu...

Just to sell medicine.

You know that...

Fine, keep it. Don't sell it

if you don't want to.

There's a drugstore

in every corner.

There are more drugstores

than gospel churches.

This is a sick country, honey.

Sick in its body...

And in its spirit.

Mrs. Celia?

What...? How do you know

I live here?

I'm a friend

of your granddaughter's.

You're not her friend,

you work at the drugstore.

- What do you want?

- I just want to talk to you.

I promise you

I'm a friend of Judith's.

Was this woman her mother?

She was.

Got any rolling paper?

No.

What happened to her?

She left before me.

She was pretty.

Very pretty.

She had a short stay here...

How old was Judith

when her mother died?

Thirteen.

And her father?

She had none.

But that's common...

Very common.

She didn't come out of him.

Mothers are mothers.

Fathers... who knows?

- Want some?

- No, thank you.

She got an award at school

for her paintings.

A beautiful painting...

She painted beautifully.

And where is it?

The painting?

Gone. She'd trade

anything for drugs.

So sad...

Her clothes...

She'd trade them.

A stereo I gave her.

That's just sad...

Addictions are horrible.

It's a terrible disease.

At least pot is cheap.

Did you throw away

a diary she had?

Did she show you that?

No, I didn't throw it away.

She made great drawings,

didn't she?

I'll go get it for us.

IT WAS SO MUCH LOVE,

BUT SO MUCH LOVE,

THAT I'D LOSE MY VOICE

TRYING TO SAY HIS NAME

The mind wants to be God.

The body remembers

we're all animals.

My mind told me

to obey my body.

And so I did.

My body was happy.

It lived a lot, very fast.

My mind chased after it.

Judith was leaving

when the dog showed up.

Silly and beautiful,

newly born.

He thought he was invisible,

but he wasn't.

The dog had just arrived,

with no rush, nowhere to go.

Judith couldn't go away

and leave the dog like that.

So she stayed.

The dog looked at her

as if waiting for an answer.

Like someone who waits for

the seed to grow and bare fruit.

Some tea for you, my boy.

Thank you very much.

Be careful with the lemon,

it burns with the Sun.

Judith really needed to leave.

She couldn't delay it any more.

Judith knew the dog

would follow wherever she went.

He belonged with her.

But Judith couldn't

take the dog.

She needed to push him away

at any cost,

so she pretended

not to love the dog.

He'll suffer a little.

He'll grow.

If he comes with me,

he'll never grow.

I'm leaving

and you can't come.

Why not?

Dogs aren't allowed

where I'm going.

Do you want to go?

No.

I have to go.

I love you, Dog.

John...

I'm here.

I'm going to die.

No, you're not.

I am.

Today.

Now.

I'm dying soon.

I don't want you to die.

I know.

But you have to stay alive.

What for?

To remember me.

Promise me

you'll stay alive?

Promise me?

I promise.

How many people

have you watched dying?

None.

I'll be your first.

Yes, you will.

Good luck.

Judith.

Judith...

My love...

My love.

They changed my medicine.

Then I remembered she asked me

to stay alive and remember her.

So I decided not to take

my medicine anymore.

I stopped taking

all of them.

I spent three months

in the clinic, then I left.

I went back to school.

I graduated.

Got married, had a daughter.

Got separated.

A long time afterwards,

I took the test.

I don't have HIV.

I was lucky.

"Boa Sorte" (2015)

AKA "Good Luck"

The Brazilians

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