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Darling...

my heart is yours alone.

I don't care what you may have done.

I love you.

All the years that

you are locked up in there

remember that I too will be locked

up out here waiting for you.

There's that guy who deceived me

and I want to send him a letter.

Ze Amaro, thank you so much

for what you've done to me.

I trusted you

and you put a cheat on me.

Even the key to my apartment

you took away.

Jesus.

You are the worst thing

that ever happened to me.

I'm only writing because your son,

Josue, asked me to.

I told him you were

a good-for-nothing layabout,

but even so, he wants to meet you.

The address?

Jesus de Paiva.

Sitio Volta da Pedra.

Bom Jesus do Norte.

Pernambuco.

Next.

Dalva...

Honey baby...

Honey baby?

To feel your body stuck to mine,

flesh on flesh in that motel bed,

our sweat mingling...

I still feel... I still feel...

Intoxicated.

That's it! Intoxicated.

I don't rightly know the address.

No use without the address.

Put this:

the third house after the baker's.

Mimoso. State of Pernambuco.

Cancanca, Bahia.

Carangola, Minas Gerais

Country of Relho d'Agua

Muzambinho, Minas Gerais

Miss Dora.

How are you?

All right. See you tomorrow.

See you.

Irene...

Irene... Hey Irene!

What?

Get yourself down here at once!

Ok.

I think that sh*t has my age.

"The time has come... has come..."

Sit down here!

"It's the right time,

the samba has begun..."

Here we go again, Dora!

I want to make it quite clear

that I don't agree with this.

Come on! Help me with that one!

"I saw your entry in the Lonely

Hearts section of the classifieds

and your description was

the only one that interested me".

He's made me write ten letters

already all saying the same thing.

"I am tall..."

"I have brown eyes, straight hair"

"And I am a college graduate.

I am said to be good-looking".

Actually, he's as ugly as sin.

What about the college education?

He can't even write!

Trash can?

Trash can.

"Jesus,

you're the worst thing

that ever happened to me.

You could at least turn up

to meet your son.

He's got it into his head

that he wants to meet you".

She said the boy wants to meet

his drunkard of a father.

She's the one

who wants her man back.

No. Don't tear that one up.

What's that?

The boy wants to meet his father.

It could bring the family

back together again.

So what?

Would you destroy that?

The man's a drunk.

He probably used to beat her up.

But what about the boy? He'll be

brought up without a father.

That's much better than living

with a drunk who'd beat him up too.

It's decided. Trash can.

It's your client's first letter?

Exception.

I've had enough of this. Dora,

let's stop right now. I'm leaving.

She's going to get beaten.

That's her problem. You don't have

the right to decide for her.

OK. I will allow the letter

to be put in the drawer.

The drawer, no. The drawer, no.

You mail it tomorrow.

It's either the trash

or the drawer.

If we agree,

I'll mail it next week.

Liar! Those letters lie on hold

for years.

Next week, I'll mail it.

Now, would you kindly sit down

and get back to work?

Sometimes you can be a real pain,

you know.

"They say that lots of people

go crazy during Carnival.

I'm one of them.

We both had a great time.

Now let's forget it".

I love that one.

So you do?

I do.

Very very much?

I haven't heard from home

in a long while now.

Do you think they get the letters

I send?

You know very well you can't

trust the postal service here.

And anyway, they could have moved.

Do you really think so?

That'll be a buck, Sergio.

See you soon, Miss Dora.

Bye!

I sent a letter through you

the other day. Do you remember?

Yes.

Did you mail it?

I was going to today.

That's wonderful!

I want you to tear it up

and send another one.

I got too mad at Jesus.

Ok. Let's go.

Jesus,

Josue, your son, wants to meet you.

Meet you...

and wants to spend a few day

with you in Bom Jesus.

Days...

A few days with you.

Next month, I'll be on vacation

and can take him there.

And I can get a chance

to see Moises and Isaias...

Moises and Isaias...

You see, Miss,

I'd like to see the wretch here.

You've had so much experience.

What do you think I should say?

How should I know?

Please help me, Miss.

Look. Why don't you think it over

and come back some other time?

You see, the truth is,

I'm still hooked on him.

Jesus, I miss you so very much.

If only I could awake

and see you beside me.

I pray that you will be the one

to pluck out

the last black hair from my head.

That's it! That's it!

Wait for me, I'm coming. Your...

What was your name?

Ana.

Ana. Ok. Here it is.

Put this in the letter.

Look, in the letter.

Do you want me to mail it, or not?

Yes, mail it. How much is it?

Two bucks. No, just one for

the letter I didn't mail. One buck.

Mom, how do you know

she's going to put it in the post?

She hasn't even put it

in the envelope yet.

Don't be so rude.

Can't you see the lady helped me?

Nest!

Bye!

Give me your hand, Josue.

Hey! My top!

Come on, Josue, come!

What happened?

A bus ran ove some woman.

Is she dead?

She's on her way

to settle her accounts in heaven.

Mom!

Take him away!

Mom! No! Mom!

Thank you, lady!

I want to send a letter

to my father.

Come on, write!

"Dad, come straight here to Rio.

Mom's hurt..."

Can you pay for this?

Yes.

Show me...

Who do you know here in Rio?

Mom.

Who else?

Go on, write the letter!

Do it, I say!

Show me the money first.

In that case,

give my Mom's letter back!

I've already mailed it.

Now, if you don't mink.

Get out of here.

Give me back my mother's letter.

Clear up! Go away!

Clear up! Come on, will you,

you pest! Come on.

Clear up! Let's go! Let's go!

Hey! Hey! Out of here!

Clear up!

Hey, kid!

Would you like a sandwich? So?

You must be hungry.

I've already eaten, thank you.

Listen here! Beauty products!

A buck for a mirror,

Everything's fine here.

I've had more and more clients.

I can hardly keep up with them all.

I'm saving up

to go back to school,

otherwise

I'll get too old for the job...

Bring that back!

Stop, thief!

Hold him! Get him!

Shut up!

Shut your f***ing mouth up!

Stop it!

Shut up!

Wait, man, wait.

Don't kill me, take it back.

Good night, miss Dora.

Bye!

See you.

Hi, son!

Josue.

Fine, Josue. Let me see...

I know. Your mother told you

not to talk to strange men

and she's right.

No need to be scared of me.

I'm not scared of you.

It's ok, Mr. Pedrao.

I know the boy.

Do you?

I'd like to speak to you.

Hey, son...

My name is

Josue Fontenele de Paiva.

Paiva from my father

and Fontenele from my mother.

Great! Mine is Isadora Teixeira.

So, Josue de Paiva,

would you like to

come home with me?

I told you,

I'm waiting for my mother.

Your mother won't be coming.

That's a lie!

She won't come! She's die!

Do you have any relatives here?

An aunt?

Hey? Give me an answer.

So, come with me. Here you go.

If you should change your mind,

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