Casa Grande Page #4

Good morning. How are you?

My name is Guilherme Esteves

and I'm with the Labor Court.

Is Hugo Cavalcanti here?

- He's asleep.

- Could you please call him?

Better not.

What about his wife?

Ms. Sonia is awake. Want to see her?

That would be great.

- Come in.

- Excuse me, thanks.

- What's your name?

- Rita.

Nice to meet you.

Noemia, did you know

that Severino was suing us?

No, I didn't.

- Didn't know evangelicals could lie.

- I don't lie.

What if we don't have this amount?

Didn't I tell you that firing Severino

was going to cost us?

We have eight days to appeal.

There's no point.

What do you mean?

We'll never win.

No boss ever wins a labor lawsuit

in this country.

The kids' savings!

We'll have to break into their savings.

Where's my toothpaste?

It's here.

You know that's bad for my gums.

The other one is too expensive.

Dentists even more so.

That's it, the kids' savings.

I'm calling the bank.

Hello?

Could I please talk to Ricardo?

Yes, account manager.

Individual account.

Please hang up.

Sorry, Sonia.

Cardoso.

Pass it to Jean.

Please. This is impossible.

Max, pass it to Jean.

Pass it to Jean.

Hey guys...

Sit down, now.

What's this?

I'm going to pay you back.

What's wrong?

What kind of joke is that?

For God's sake, I'm trying to teach you

something and I just can't!

What's this?

This is important for your exams.

Then you'll tell me you barely made it.

You'll make it to a bullshit university,

if you make it.

You won't make it to a serious university.

What's up with you?

Go, go.

Bye.

Severino!

Everyday she walks by

awakening our gaze.

Unaware, she claims

the world's attention.

If one day! could...

What are you doing?

- What's this cash?

- It's mine.

- Put it back.

- Will not.

Put it back now. You're stealing.

- I'm not. This is my money.

- That's dad's, put it back!

No.

- Seriously. Look at me.

- I am looking.

Put it back.

I mean it, Nat.

I haven't gotten my allowance

for four months. I need this money!

Fine then, we're staying here.

Fine, let's die of hunger then.

- Don't you get it?

- I do.

I'm going to tell dad.

Go ahead.

Tell him about Rita too,

he's going to love it.

How you go to her room at night,

when you get lonely.

How do you know?

Doesn't matter.

Aren't you ashamed?

Are we out of olive oil?

Sooner or later things run out.

- We are running out of everything.

Especially values.

What?

What do you mean?

I'm off, Ms. Sonia.

Already?

- I'm going to visit my aunt.

- Not like that.

You're not going anywhere like that.

That blue eyeliner has got to go.

Let's fix it with black.

Close your eyes.

Much better.

- Take it.

- Thanks.

For God's sake, only black eyeliner.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Have fun.

- Bye, Noemia.

- Bye, Rita.

So, Noemia.

What did you mean earlier,

about values?

Never mind, Ms. Sonia.

You can't drop a bomb like that

and not say a thing.

I want to know

what's happening in my house.

Noemia.

Noemia!

Know what, Ms. Sonia?

I found a used condom

in the garbage the other day.

Please, Ms. Sonia, I beg you.

Rita...

Don't do this. Get up.

This is it, Rita.

I've treated you like a daughter

from day one.

We had a bond...

a relationship...

which is now broken.

Maybe one day we can...

reconcile...

I'd like to keep hearing from you.

If you need references,

you can give my number.

As long as you tell me...

that you're truly sorry.

Are you sorry, Rita?

Are you really?

Very.

Then please tell me...

Who took the pictures?

Rest assured, Ms. Sonia,

no one from your family.

- Sure?

- I swear.

Fine.

Are you also sorry

that you snooped in my room?

Eighteen.

Damn.

- Is that good?

- You can do better.

What a miss Catul, goddamn.

All you were doing

was messing up the game.

- Who put me as goalie?

- So what?

- Get him!

- We want to see blood!

- Two ladies sparring, cute!

- He started.

Talking about ladies,

check out Jean's speedo.

- What the hell, Mendes?

- You've owed me for three months now.

- That hurt, f*** off!

- You're the rich one here.

Like father, like son.

What did you say?

You heard me.

What's up?

What's up? Back off.

- What did you say?

- Back off.

- Back off, man.

- Just drop it.

- Tell it to my face again.

- You heard me.

His father stole $200 thousand

from my father.

That's an investment fund,

your dad knew it and lost.

- So why won't he answer the phone then?

- It's like poker.

He's fleeing from responsibility.

When you don't owe, you don't fear.

He's a crook.

He's a crook just like his dad.

- Easy, now, easy.

- You know that.

- Cool it.

- You're a crook like your dad.

Shut your trap, damn it!

- You're going to defend him?

- Shut up, bro.

- Back off, shut up.

- He's not gonna pay you back either.

- He won't pay you back.

- Scram, that's it. Are you kidding?

- Go ahead and defend him.

- Are you messing with me? Shut up!

- Defend him alright.

- Shut your mouth, damn it.

He's not gonna pay you.

Defend him alright.

F*** off.

Damn it.

No, not there.

I'm sorry.

What's up?

I'm a virgin.

Why didn't you tell me before?

Why haven't you asked?

And you?

With whom?

With a prostitute?

Yes.

Who took you? Your dad?

Severino, the driver.

I mean, the ex-driver.

Did you enjoy?

I don't know.

It was kind of superficial.

You don't feel a thing.

It wasn't internal.

I wish it had been with you.

"Sorry."

But when it happens,

it will be special.

I know.

- Good luck, Rita.

- Thanks.

Hugo...

I'm praying.

I'm going to sell the house.

Wilton is the best broker

in the West Side.

Everyday she walks by,

awakening our gaze.

Unaware, she claims the world's attention.

If only I could understand her one day...

Destiny would unite her path to mine.

On a given day we met...

Her smiles and her looks spoke to me.

No, no, I don't want to live without you.

Let's go eat?

I'm coming.

Hold me, look in my eyes

and kiss me.

Kiss me.

Your dad says you're studying

for the entrance exam.

What will you try out for?

Communications at the Federal...

Law at the State University,

and at the Catholic...

I'll try Economics at the Catholic.

So Jean will be the one

lending money here soon.

Jesus, aunt Lia.

But Law at the State won't be easy

with this quota system.

It's a 40% minority quota.

I think that's absurd. Don't you, Hugo?

- Sheer populism.

- I disagree.

- Academic level is sure to drop.

- It has already.

Easy there, though.

Public school students can't compete...

with students from St. Benedict's,

for instance.

So those who can pay get free college,

and those who can't get f***ed over?

- / agree with her.

- We should first improve public schools.

Quotas are a band-aid solution.

Of course it's a band-aid solution,

with a ten year deadline.

Just like the Family Allowance Program.

We know public schools suck

and that won't change so soon.

But the quotas are about correcting

inequality, leveling opportunities.

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