City of Men Page #3

That punk Ace has been

shooting his mouth off.

Midnight's no fool, man.

You know what?

Ace is a f***ing moron.

But don't worry, bro...

Oh, Cris!

When we go in,

he'll be the first to die.

- It's so good, I'm gonna die, Ace.

- No you're not...

- Go on, Cris.

- Don't stop...

Oh, Ace...

Yeah, keep going.

Keep moving that way...

Wow, Ace!

- Did you like it?

- Where'd you learn to do that?

I don't learn, I invent.

- It was like you were someone else.

- Why? You been with someone else?

No, and you?

Me? I'd rather die.

Never in my life...

Want a smoothie?

Hey, baby...

Where's the blender?

- I sold it.

- You sold it?

- I needed some money.

- What for?

Praise Jesus! Hallelujah!

If you give from the heart, you'll

receive a thousand times more!

I asked God for something

and had to make an offering.

- A $ 30 offering.

- What did you ask?

Cris, remember the job in So Paulo?

I think I'll take it,

but only if you come with me.

- What about my son?

- Cris, in one year...

you can make 30 grand!

$ 30, OOO?

Trust in the Lord!

He will provide...

But 30, OOO here in Rio...

with my son and my husband, Lord.

Is that too much to ask?

- For a job.

- What job?

I think I might go

to So Paulo for a year.

Are you kidding?

When I come back,

we can buy our house.

And you'll leave me with Clayton?

You're the father, Ace.

Cristiane...

Hush!

Are you the father?

Yes.

- Want to hold your son?

- No, thanks, ma'am.

- Go on...

- No, please...

Here, hold your son.

Are you afraid?

Did I tell you?

Cris wants to go to So Paulo.

It's always about her and Clayton.

But what about me?

- Nobody's ever looked after me.

- Well, thanks a lot, buddy!

It's true, you've lent me a hand.

More than just a hand!

Yeah, but what I mean is,

I'm always looking after Clayton.

When will I ever get a break?

Better hurry,

we got that parole thing...

I gotta look after you too?

DEAD END MARKE:

- There's Grandpa. Go to auntie.

- What are you up to?

Wallace is turning 18 and

he needs to get his ID card.

And you?

Well, I have to go

because of the line.

- Go where?

- To the ID place.

That way, one stands in line

while the other pays the fee.

You only have to watch him

till the daycare opens.

Once your son grows up...

we won't have to swallow

your lies anymore.

Are you Heraldo?

- Why?

- This is Wallace.

He's your son.

You're Wallace?

- Who are you?

- I'm Ace. Luis Claudio, Jr.

- You look just like your dad.

- What?

The next ten!

Can I wait for you here?

Can't you see where I am?

No way, kid. I have nothing

to give you, nothing to offer.

- Who'll use this one?

- They're coming.

- Undo the safety...

- Hey, Midnight.

You know how?

You take this one.

- Cool.

- Use this gun...

We're gonna kill Fasto.

Got that?

What can the kids do?

Little man, come here.

Show the kids the fireworks,

they can keep watch.

- Okay.

- Good, thanks, bro.

We're a good team.

Where's the other rifle?

- Let's give it to him.

- To him?

- Right, not a rifle, not for him.

- No way.

Okay, give him a pistol.

Point it down.

It's to kill Fasto. Know him?

- That f***er?

- Exactly. You kill him.

Midnight, he's not ready for that.

Because he's your brother?

Is that why he's not ready?

Sure he is, Tina!

Cut it out, Tina.

- Why are you doing this, Midnight?

- Doing what, Tina?

You're sure to qet kllled.

He's with the dealers now, Ace.

- What's up with you?

- I wanna fight for our hill.

- You're a dope.

- Giving guns to 15-year-olds.

Can you believe it?

Stay out of it. They'll just

use you and throw you out.

- Oh yeah?

- Think about your dad.

I'm gonna fight, Ace.

The hill is f***ing ours!

What an ass...

This little b*tch is Fiel's sister.

And that weasel is in cahoots

with Fasto.

You little punk-ass!

You shouldn't mess with gangsters.

Cut off her hair, quick!

You crying, little girl?

I'm gonna cut this one...

Here.

Cut it.

This is a tough one!

- Where'd you get hair like this?

- Done!

What's a weasel's sister

called, Tina?

- A weaselet.

- Gotta pay.

That's my sister in the cab.

At least they didn't kill her.

At least they didn't kill you.

We'll be back home soon.

- How much, bro?

- 25.

Here's 30, give me back 5.

WEASEL:

He's on parole, ma'am.

He'd be so happy

to see his grandson.

I know, he's been in jail

for over 15 years.

He doesn't know

about his grandson.

Okay.

- Dad!

- What?

Come here.

And then the chick said

he couldn't get it up...

Wait here...

Hey, Wallace, how you doing?

Happy birthday, buddy!

You crazy?

It's in two weeks.

Really?

Here's a present anyway.

What is it?

- Your father's address.

- How'd you get it?

Hey, I'm Ace, remember?

There it is, man, number 301.

Aren't you going?

I'll go then.

Ouch!

- Who is it?

- It's me.

Can I talk to you, sir?

What do you want, kid?

It's about your son.

Look, he's turning 18.

So what?

Well...

We're having a party for him.

Fine. Happy birthday.

At the field, next Saturday.

- You should come.

- Lf I'm alive, I'll show up.

You'll be alive. You can make up

for the 17 others you missed.

I told your dad

we were having a party.

What party, man?

I didn't know what to say,

so I made it up.

You're crazy, man.

What are we gonna do now?

Do I have to think of everything?

I can't have a party

without Camila.

That's between you

and your cousin Midnight.

- Here, boss.

- Crazy, man!

This is good stuff.

- Get this rifle.

- And a pistol.

I love you so much, my son.

You're doing the right thing.

God be with you.

Let's go, Little Pel!

Play hard!

Goal! Goal!

Over here!

Coco, go! Little Pel!

Press him, Coco!

Over here, Coco!

Yeah, Coco, that's great!

Let's score now!

Run! Run, boys!

Quick, run!

You're the first to die,

you motherf***er!

- It's Fasto! Let's go!

- Move!

Kill Fasto!

Show your faces!

Fasto is here, you f***ers!

Move it!

Move it!

For f***'s sake!

Hurry, in here!

Run!

Stay alert!

You're making too much noise!

Shut up!

He got away, dammit!

Keep your eyes open!

Move out!

- Run.

- Run!

Shoot 'em!

Quick, up here!

- There, there!

- F***!

Stay alert!

It's getting bad!

Let's split.

No way!

We're gonna kill the motherfuckers.

They have machine guns!

They'll massacre us!

- Let's go, Midnight.

- Down here!

Down this way!

That's his grandma's house,

watch out!

Let's split!

- Where's Midnight?

- What is this?

Move! Get out!

- Where's my grandson?

- As good as dead!

Anyone in his family

has to leave the hill.

Burn the place down!

More alcohol!

Pour alcohol on everything!

Cris!

- You're destroying our lives.

- It's for our house, for Clayton.

You want me

to bring Clayton up alone?

My dad and Valeria

are helping you.

But it's a mother's job.

It's my grandmother!

Open up!

I have to go

or I'll miss my plane.

I paid the overdue rent.

Now it's up to you.

But Cris...

Grandma!

Where are you going?

I'm leaving.

I can't live here anymore.

You should leave too.

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