Extreme Happiness Page #6

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Now get dressed, go on.

Get dressed!

That's nice, Grandpa.

You in love, Ismael?

- No way.

- You're in love, kid!

I know what that's like...

I've been in love.

You know, that Polack,

on Marrecas Street...

I grabbed her,

up against the window...

kissed her, and looked down.

Outside the carts with the dead

from the Spanish influenza.

I looked at the dead

down there, I saw them...

but I didn't stop, Ismael,

with her there, I didn't stop...

and her groaning:

"Mein lieb, Mein lieb!"

- Easy now, Grandpa.

- "Mein lieb..."

Then she stuck by me...

to this day...

your grandmother.

- You playing tonight, Ismael?

- It's me, Grandpa.

My grandson, Paulinho,

who's in love!

Remember that b*tch...

who left me at carnival, Ismael?

Ceci, that mulatto odalisque?

The damn b*tch, singing:

Stand back, here I come

Stand back, here I come

She left me.

And I was left bellowing.

Like a bull!

Easy, Grandpa.

Dying is so sad...

I'll never see

Rio Branco Avenue again.

Mustn't stop, the heart.

Cheering your team, team

till your dying day, day...

My memory is good...

this is the Amrica team

in 1951...

Osni, Joel and Osmar.

Rubens, Osvaldinho, Godofredo.

Natalino, Maneco, Dimas,

Ranulfo, and...

Jorginho!

Amrica! Amrica!

Red hearts beating.

Beating...

Mustn't stop.

I'll tell you something

very important.

Paulinho, grandson...

listen carefully.

Love, grandson...

love is a b*tch.

It is a b*tch!

So much going on

in my head.

Wind in my head.

Everything's fine, Grandpa.

It's all right.

You have to love...

love...

On the wind.

Without a safety net.

Flying, love, love...

otherwise you don't live.

I came to fetch you.

I already told you, I can't.

But I brought money.

Come out with me.

Come on.

Come.

So, are we dating?

Hell knows.

I'll pay.

Well, the money's here.

Will you do everything I ask?

Depends.

All right. Do you...

like me?

I paid.

Answer me.

I don't know.

I never felt this before.

My mother never

lets me see anyone.

Where I live,

I don't see anyone.

I just see me in

at Eldorado, groaning...

groaning...

fat, thin...

old, all groaning

in front of me.

You said you have a real life,

and a secret one, right?

- What's your real life like?

- Me?

I live with my mother,

in Mag, you know?

She lives with that guy

from Eldorado.

He's a crook.

My father...

my father was a king to me.

Sometimes I saw him...

sometimes I see him...

watching me among

the lights at Eldorado.

How did he die?

All kings are murdered.

And what do you do

during the day?

I sleep, and nights

I'm there.

And I dream a lot.

The other day I dreamed

Marilyn was tearing my dress.

Sometimes I dream I'm

that I'm not me.

The other day I woke up...

and saw myself

I was looking at myself...

from the outside.

I was so scared I screamed.

But that was just a dream.

Your real life...

is inside your mother's head.

You're the first real person

I've touched.

Do you exist?

Sure. I do exist.

I have to go,

it's getting dark.

No, don't go.

I have to go,

I have a show.

I'll go meet you there.

Ah, here's the princess...

You're late,

where have you been?

- Just out.

- Out with whom?

Out. Can't I go out?

Get dressed, the show's late

because of you.

Watch out, kid!

Let me see.

Even more beautiful.

My dad'll be furious when

he finds out I took his car.

Till tomorrow, God willing...

If it doesn't rain,

I'll come back and see you...

Oh woman!

This is so wonderful,

but I'm scared.

That's okay,

being scared is good.

You have to pierce the fear.

And love, love without

fear, no safety net.

Just love.

- Come!

- Now!

You did it.

He's leaving me!

He's going to leave me!

Leave me!

You know, sometimes I think...

in the future

how will I remember

our life now?

I'll remember my family dream...

our bed...

pictures of roses,

the velvet curtains.

I'll remember you were...

Afraid of my happiness...

and that love was a sort of...

longing.

I don't know what for.

I think in the future I'll say...

"We loved each other so much...

but didn't know how".

I think that

in the future I'll...

pity the two of us.

See, my love?

Very much.

Happy birthday!

Mummy, mummy!

I'm turning 150!

Yeah, a year with this

scoundrel counts as two!

Beautiful!

A toast! A toast...

- to what, my God?

- Dad, you mustn't drink.

- No?

- No.

Cheers, and congratulations...

to this fine young man...

who today came to ask

my daughter's hand.

You may marry

with my consent.

You may kiss the bride, kiss.

Kiss the bride.

When I think of our

good old days

I forgot the words.

When I think of our

good old days

I miss the two of us

So much

- Ben!

- Noel.

Been sleeping around much?

Oh no Noel,

that's his department.

No time, Noel.

I spend my whole day

on his back.

I'm no fag, stupid!

Lapa is the right place...

Child...

talk to me!

My child!

I don't know what to do.

I even called the police.

Mother, what's he doing out?

- Calm down, now sit.

- What?

I'll see what's happening.

- Ah, he's here.

- Dad?

- Paulinho.

- Where have you been?

Your grandfather's missing

and now this.

What do you mean?

Missing, he was at the party,

then disappeared.

- What do you mean?

- Missing...

- I don't know, son.

- I'm going to find grandpa.

Stay here, Paulinho!

- No, I'm going to find grandpa.

- Paulinho, be careful!

Bonsoir, mademoiselles.

Bonsoir.

- Noel?

- Noel?

What is it?

You're so lovely,

you bowl me over.

Bowl me over.

Joaquim! Joaquim,

where's your cornet?

What cornet, Noel?

Your cornet the dance starts soon!

- What dance?

- The dance, it's Saturday!

Noel, Saturday is an illusion.

It's an illusion.

Really?

Grandpa! Grandpa!

Grandpa!

Paulinho!

I'm here listening

to the stars!

"You may say,

'Listen to the stars!'

And I'll tell you,

'Love to understand them!

For only lovers

have ears capable of...

hearing and understanding

the stars'."

- Isn't that lovely?

- Let's go home.

Lovely!

- Come on, Grandpa.

- The dance!

Careful here...

Careful!

- The dance!

- Let's go.

Let's go to the dance.

Grandpa, we have to go home.

Let me go to the dance, Ismael!

We have to go home, Grandpa!

- Grandpa, are you all right?

- Help him!

All right?

I'm fine, son.

Fine.

Let me go, let me go...

Let me go, my son.

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