Casa Grande Page #3

But what I really wanted to do

is Music Production.

- Do you play something?

- Yes, a bit of everything.

But not very well.

- I play the guitar.

- Really? Cool.

DO you'?

Yes.

Which university for Engineering?

Hopefully a public one.

Should I pass.

I know a guy from St. Benedict's.

- Yeah? Who?

- Lucas.

Lucas Mendes or Cassano?

Mendes.

- He's also going for Engineering.

- I know.

How do you know him?

From the nightlife.

Where do you usually go out at night?

I've been going to Bolacha's Forr.

- Where?

- In Lapa.

- Do you like forr?

- Love it.

Cool.

We should make plans

to go forr dancing.

We could...

Let's go.

- Bye, Jean.

- Bye.

- Nice to meet you.

- You too.

No, dad, it's hot.

Lose the covers.

Good luck with the test tomorrow.

Thanks.

Don't forget to give me Mendes' money.

- Alex?

- Yes.

- Can I use the restroom?

- Let me check.

Is the restroom available?

Number 2.

You can go.

- You're here!

- Hi.

Let's dance.

Sorry.

I lied.

I noticed.

- I've never been to a forr dance.

- Do you like it though?

- Yes.

- So...

Two steps that way.

Two this way.

That's it.

- Sorry.

- Stop apologizing.

It's my dad. He thinks I'm 12.

How old are you?

17. I only turn 18 next year.

Sh*t.

You think it's going to make

such a difference?

Of course it will.

I'll be allowed to drink...

Come home late.

Do you have a curfew?

Yes. Two o'clock at the latest.

What if you don't turn in?

Hi, dad.

No, I'm already on the bus.

I'm around Flamengo. Ok.

- What time is it, Jean?

- Don't know.

Good night.

I've meta girl.

Did you?

What's her name?

Luiza.

Luiza... Sounds rich.

Yes. But I don't think that's the case.

- She lives in the favela.

- Really?

Your mom is going to love this.

Have you already...?

Already what'?

Have you?

No.

You're so slow, God.

I've already told you,

you have to be a man.

A man... Got it?

You mean like this?

Not with me. You have to try it

with this Luiza person.

But I need to...

Practice?

- Yes.

- You wish.

You could teach me a few things.

I ain't teaching you a thing.

Keep to yourself.

Stop it, Jean.

You're too sadistic.

Sadistic? What's that?

When you like to see others suffer.

- Leave, Jean.

- No, Rita.

Leave.

Go, Jean.

Let's go to bed.

You go to your bed,

and I'll go to mine.

You can dream of me.

I'm changing your sheets tomorrow.

Oily palm tree,

three letters, "r" in the middle.

Uh' In

Good morning, Hugo.

Good morning, Roberto.

Gorgeous orchids!

Thanks, there are several here.

What are you doing up there?

What do you think?

What time did you arrive yesterday?

Don't know. One thirty, I think.

Can I turn on the jacuzzi?

No.

Why not?

Just because.

A**hole.

- It uses up a lot of power.

- Then why have it?

Damn it, Jean!

Nelson's father is on the phone,

Mr. Hugo!

Dad!

Are you alright, man?

That was scary.

- Are you ok?

- My glasses.

Thanks, Roberto.

Are you ok, dad?

Tell him I'm not home, Rita.

Relax, Nat, he's fine.

Are you sure you didn't hit your head?

No.

Your arm now.

God.

What's up?

You look beautiful.

I'm off to do a sale.

- On a Sunday?

- Yes.

God willing I'll sell it all.

Wish me luck.

- Who are you going with?

- Alone, of course.

- What time will you be back?

- For dinner.

I'll order pizza.

- Need cash?

- No.

Did you call that headhunter?

No.

Why not?

The last thing I need is

my CV circulating in the market.

You need to swallow your pride.

I left the bank nine years ago.

I've always wanted to run

my own fund but...

As a director you couldn't invest.

Exactly.

You still teach derivatives?

No, I already taught that.

One of my students even bet

on my hunch and made a fortune.

It's a shame I didn't do so myself.

Well, let me round up Icatu,

Pactual and Opportunity Banks.

Not Opportunity.

Bu':
they're shuffling people around.

Just don't.

I don't like Daniel.

Fine. Give me a week then.

Thanks.

So, Catul, did you do it?

- Do what?

- With that girl...

- I'm not going to talk about that.

- Why not? We are your best friends.

I'm not going to dish out.

If he won't talk,

it's because he couldn't get it up.

Shut up, man.

Did you not get it up?

I killed the solution.

Look, Jean. You can see seven now.

- Seven what?

Seven-pack.

Don't be ridiculous.

That's good health.

Like it, Rita?

You do like that ice machine, huh?

I do.

So hot...

How did you get such cut abs?

- Like this?

- Yes.

Lots of work.

Want to touch my work?

- Can I?

- Just touch it.

- Excuse me.

- Punch it.

- Punch it?

- Punch like this.

- I'm going to punch it.

- Go ahead.

- Harder.

- I'm afraid of hurting you.

- It's ok. Do it harder.

- I'm going to hit it.

I'll get the guitar.

- Sorry.

- No worries.

Damn it, Roberto.

That way you're not even getting

a spot for Meteorology.

More ice.

More ice my ass, this coke

is freezing already. Scram.

- What's wrong?

- What?

- What's wrong?

- With what?

Nothing.

Curiously...

Curiously...

Victor wasn't the only one

to come up with this solution.

Another classmate of yours also did.

This is no easy solution.

Especially given its use

of analytical geometry.

Jean was the one who did it.

Right, Jean?

You also came up with this solution.

It's rare for two people to find

the same complicated solution.

Anyway...

Let's just keep going through the exam.

On to the next question. Which is it?

Good afternoon.

Damn it, driver!

There's an old lady here.

Should we let it crash, playboy?

- Did he need to brake so suddenly?

- He's right.

Right about what?

Let's go, now.

Let's hi':
the beach?

The beach? Let's.

Do you have siblings?

No.

- Do you?

- A sister. Annoying.

She's 14.

- What's her name?

- Nathalie.

You live with your parents?

I do, and you?

Just my mom.

What is it like to live there?

- Where?

- In the favela.

- I don't live in the favela.

- No?

No, I live in Sao Conrado.

Sorry.

Why did you think that?

- I don't know.

Because I go to a public school?

No.

Because of the color of my skin?

No, just because you get off

at the favela bus stop.

Let's go, girls.

- Taking off?

- Yes, we're off to meet some others.

Bye.

Your phone bill arrived.

Want to know how much?

Nine hundred and thirty five reais.

Did you turn off the lights?

I think so.

You did or you think you did?

This screeching...

Olive oil, Nat.

Hello.

F*** off!

- Rita, what's that?

- Who was it?

A crook threatening to kill my son

if I don't pay ransom.

- Did you call your son?

- / don't even have a son, Mr. Hugo!

How absurd!

Here.

- What's this?

Report card.

We're late on tuition this month.

I also have my report.

I'll fix that tomorrow.

Nine in Math!

Congratulations.

- I got three.

Like I said, you should study Economics.

- Let me see, Hugo.

- I got three in Math.

All solid grades.

A bit low in Biology.

But screw Biology.

- Watch your language, Hugo.

- Sorry.

This screeching!

Nat.

So now it's come to this.

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