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Your letter.

Thank you

So, are we rich now?

Even enough to eat.

Come on. Give me your hand.

Let's go, let's go.

I want to buy you that dress.

For me?

For you.

Oh, my god. How much is it?

You'll look a lot nicer

with this dress.

I've had it!

Don't do that!

Should I tear them up first?

No. Give them to me.

I'll decide what to do

with them later. OK?

Will we go and look for my father

tomorrow?

Yes. There's a bus at lunchtime.

Ok, Jesus. You can come in.

Good night, Jesus.

Good night, Dora.

Do you always sleep like that?

How would you expect me to sleep?

Naked?

It's more comfortable.

You can take your clothes off

if you want. It doesn't worry me.

What's that? Are you embarrassed?

I bet you've never seen a woman

with no clothes on in your life.

Yes, I have! I've seen a lot.

Yes... your mother!

That's a lie!

I've seen lots of women.

Tou might have seen them.

But I bet you never did anything.

I had sex with them too!

You had sex with them? How?

I don't talk about

that kind of thing with women.

I see I have a real man in my bed.

How long is it going to take?

How long?

Stay here,

I'll be right back.

Dora, the bus is here.

It's really crowded.

Excuse me, where is F street?

Hey! Hey you.

Where's F street?

F is the new street,

the asphalted one.

It's down there.

Let's go. Thanks.

They all look the same,

don't they?

Yes, all the same.

Did your mother have

a picture of your father?

She did.

Do you think you would recognize

your father from a photograph?

Sometimes I can remember his face.

But sometimes

it seems to fade away.

Yes. Sometimes I can hardly

remember my father's face.

Maybe we shouldn't have photographs

so that we wouldn't

have to remember.

They might at least

allow us to forget!

I left home when I was 16.

I never saw my father again.

Then, years later, I was walking

down the street downtown in Rio.

And I bumped right into him.

I froze. It was all I could do

to talk to him.

"Do you remember me?"

I could see from his face that

he really didn't recognize me.

He didn't recognize his

own daughter. Know what he said?

"How could I forget such

a lovely specimen as you".

I said that I'd mistaken him

for someone else and walked away.

I heard he died

sometime afterwards.

Did you get that?

What did I do?

You forgot me too not long ago.

I don't want to forget you.

Don't worry. You will.

Jesus!

Jesus doesn't live here anymore,

Miss.

Do you happen to know where he is?

Me? I don't have the foggiest.

He just walked off

and vanished into thin air.

No one's ever heard of him again.

Thank you.

He won't be back, will he?

No...At least, I don't think so.

I'll wait for him.

It's no use, Josue.

He won't be coming back.

So, will you come back to Rio

with me?

Would you like to?

I would love you to. I would.

Let's go.

His father's disappeared.

What are you going to do now?

I can't just leave him here.

No, you can't.

After all, he's a good boy...

you know.

Are you coming back with him?

I don't know, I wonder.

What do you mean, you don't know?

I've already made many mistakes

in my life.

What are you going to do now?

Listen, Irene. Sell the fridge,

the couch.

What else do I have?

The TV?

Yes, sell the TV.

Tell me,

what are you going to do now?

When I stop somewhere,

I'll give you a call.

I need two tickets to Bom Jesus

for today.

The bus leans tomorrow morning.

How about another town?

Only tomorrow.

We have no there buses today.

This is the end of the world, miss.

How do I get out of here?

Only tomorrow.

Only tomorrow.

Could it be that

you're looking for my father?

Your father?

Jesus! I heard that

strangers were after him.

Yes, that must have been me.

Do you know my father?

Well, I used to be

a great friend of his.

What a coincidence,

running into one of his children!

It isn't really, if you think

how small this place is.

Pleased to meet you. I'm Isaias.

Pleased to meet you too, Isaias.

I'm Dora.

So, you've come to pay him a visit.

No, I was just going past,

that is, I was in the neighborhood,

so I decided to pay

an old friend a visit.

In that case,

I insist that you both come home

and have something to eat.

It's not everyday

that Dad has visitors.

I insist.

I'm sure you wouldn't refuse me.

And this is...

What was your name?

Geraldo.

Geraldo, Miss Dora, I insist,

I insist. Let's go.

Geraldo, come here.

Do you know

what a tong-twister is?

No.

Peter Piper picked

a peck of picked peppers.

Now you say it!

Peter Piper picked

a peck of paper...

What a dope!

This is the house my brother Moises

and I moved in

when my father left.

Moises, we have visitors!

This is Dora.

She's a friend of Dad's.

Hello.

Hi!

Miss Dora, how long does it

take to come here?

It depends my son

on the way you come.

Moises is dying to see Rio.

It is beautiful ther, isn't it?

Too bad there are so many crooks.

There are crooks everywhere.

We took this land and are

squatting it, Miss Dora. All of it.

We moved into this house

when our father lost the other one

and put this carpenter shop.

Moises grinds away here

all day long.

In fact, he's better at it

than Dad.

He makes tables, chairs,

he makes anything.

We've even got a few orders

from the Capital.

Hey Geraldo, come and have a look.

The little squirt

can play real well.

Don't egg him on.

He's conceited enough as it is.

No, they're too sh*t.

Come here. Give it to her

so she can read it to us.

Forget it, Isaias.

What does she have to do with it?

She's father's friend.

We can trust her, Moises.

Please.

In that case, I'll get it.

All right. Get that dammed letter!

About six months ago,

this letter arrived.

It's written to Ana Fontenele

and it's Dad's handwriting.

She's a woman my father met

after our mother died.

Ana Fontenele went to

Rio de Janeiro about...

youngest brother in her wombs.

Dad's waited for Ana Fontenele

to come back from Rio

for about 2 years.

He stopped working,

drank, drank, drank.

Then he had to sell our house

in Bom Jesus to pay his debts.

Then, one day, I woke up and

couldn't find him anywhere.

There was a half-full bottle of

liquor on the table.

So I thought, if Dad left

the bottle still half full,

there must be something wrong.

He left without

even saying good-bye.

And that was the best thing

that could have happened.

Don't say that, Moises!

And why not?

It's the pure and simple truth!

You know Dad.

You know what a great guy he is.

Great...

I'm going to give her

the letter to read.

Let her read it.

The letter's addressed to Ana,

not us.

Deep down,

they never really cared about us.

But Ana never returned.

Let's put everything in the open,

shall we, Moises?

Would it be too much trouble

for you to read it to us, Miss?

Of course not.

So?

It says where he is?

Go on. Read it.

"Ana,...

you wretch.

It took me a good time

to find a writer

to tell you that only now

I have realized that

you must have gone back

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