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or modern Architecture:

it was built on a piloti,

the facade separated

from the structure,

horizontal windows, free ground plan,

the terrace and the garden.

This is where Le Corbusier

got the idea

for his parasols, which are

very suitable for our weather...

It's so dirty! The streets are filthy,

beggars on the streets. It's sad!

Don't exaggerate.

It's still a wonderful city.

They've destroyed everything.

Everyone "loves" Rio,

but no one takes care of it.

Sometimes I feel like

going away from here,

to a quiet place.

Wouldn't you like to?

Yes, I would.

Who knows?

Do you want to get married?

What are you talking about?

No. We could be roommates,

like you and Paulo.

- Do you agree?

- Yes, I do.

The Penha church

is so beautiful!

- It's gorgeous!

- So, what is it going to be?

What do you want to watch?

Drama, comedy, action, porn?

- Have you ever been there?

- Yes, I have.

I went there

to do a work for school.

Let's watch

this Brazilian movie.

Where is it?

Let's go there instead

of going to the movies.

- I've never been there.

- Let's go?

- Let's go?

- Right now.

What about the movie?

Is this a democracy or what?

You're just getting

a free ride, so shut up.

This place is just beautiful!

Let's scare her.

Jesus!

- How did you get here?

- I'm smart!

More than the two of you,

you idiots!

I feel like I'm

in the middle of an ocean.

What do you mean?

An ocean of slums.

Look.

Land, ho!

What do you want to see?

The museums, the architecture;

Paris must be beautiful!

- The cafs, the Frenchmen...

- Is that all?

And also to practice French.

Ah! That's obvious!

The little rich girl

speaks French.

- Say something.

- Go to hell!

How do you say,

"French women are

really hot"?

"Les franais sont beaux

et bien elevs".

"Petit con"!

It sounds beautiful!

What a poetic language!

Don't you ever

flush the toilet?

- How do you say "I love you"?

- Go flush the toilet!

Say it and I'll do it.

"Je t'aime".

Hey! Don't you wash

your hands either?

Are you a sergeant

to give me orders?

How do you say in French,

"French people love

to beat up Afghanis,

Jews, Africans... "?

And how do you say, "Leave

my girlfriend alone, moron!"

All right!

Mengo!

Mengo!

Go, you bastard!

F*** you!

Mengo!

Goal!

F*** you!

Get this sh*t out of here!

Get your hands off me!

Wait!

What are you

doing out here?

Little Paulo,

I need to see my children.

Calm down.

You must get stronger first.

I must see my children,

then I can leave in peace.

Go upstairs, stay here in your

hospital room, and I'll go see them.

- Do you promise?

- I'll do it.

Promise me!

Do you promise me?

Yes, I do.

I promise you.

Come with me!

Help me here.

Everything is fine.

There's nothing wrong.

Being sick is awful!

Being a Botafogo fan is worse.

It only brings me sorrow.

Do you like Tim Maia?

I like it too.

Why?

Nothing.

I do.

I used to play the piano.

Cool.

I thought you never studied!

Did you?

Why?

I thought you didn't

have time for it.

You're always

dating someone.

- I've never dated anyone.

- Liar!

Not like you and Len.

It's just...

sex and that's it?

Oh, my God! Don't give me

that romance crap.

It's not romance crap!

Get your feet off here!

Get off!

Haven't you ever

been in love?

Ever fallen in love?

No.

Why? Am I abnormal?

I don't know.

Everyone falls in love.

What time is it?

Jesus! I'm late.

Can you give me a ride?

- Yes.

- I'll go change.

All right.

Where are we?

In the heart of the darkness!

They've abandoned

this place!

My aunt raised us

all together.

She made us

go to school every day.

Otherwise she would

give us a rap on the head.

We really miss her.

How is she doing?

You know how it is, Mrio.

Hers is a distressful disease,

and the treatment is harsh.

But she's very strong.

For God's sake!

I hope nothing happens to her.

Everything is going

wrong with us.

Cinzio has just died,

and the boy

is hiding over there.

My aunt must survive.

With her it's a matter of time.

We'll try to keep her

as long as we can.

I'm worried about her emotions.

Cinzio was like

a brother to me.

He was a good person.

We shared our secrets.

He was a great guy.

He was really angry.

The cops took his merchandise

and beat him up all the time.

- How so?

- How so?

No, thanks.

They took his merchandise

and beat him up every day,

those damn cops.

He rebelled against that

and tried to get us together.

Are you also

a street vendor?

Yes, I sell CDs.

Guess what

the store owners did?

They hired lieutenant Aldo

to kill Cinzio.

So he killed him.

Now they want

to kill Little Cacau.

He saw everything.

Give this to my aunt.

It was Cinzio's.

Let's go.

- Mrs. Neide.

- Hello!

- How are you?

- Fine, thanks.

I've brought a few friends

over to talk to the kid.

All right.

- How are you?

- Hello.

Letcia.

Little Cacau!

Little Cacau!

This is Paulo, your mom's friend.

He's cool.

She sent me here.

This is the best place we found

to hide him from the police.

Mrio told me what they

did to your brother.

I wish I could kill

those bastards.

- F*** that!

- Don't talk like that!

Get this idea

out of your mind!

Come here.

Let's talk over there.

Down.

Down.

I still think

this is a dangerous place.

We have to take him

somewhere else.

Where to?

Don't you have any family

in another neighborhood

...or another city?

- No, we don't.

The kid cannot even

walk on the street!

The police is all over.

The owner of the house

is a very nice person,

but she is scared.

I don't know what to do.

Look at what

they've published.

"The drug dealer

Cinzio Souza

was killed in a confrontation

with police.

His underage brother,

who is also a drug dealer,

ran away after a long shooting

and is on the run. " Bastards!

I'm sorry to barge in,

but you need professional help,

a lawyer, NGO...

Listen! I'd rather die

than to be f***ed in prison.

Shut up, Cacau!

You are underage, and I know

what will happen to you.

I want my mom.

We are going to help you.

Paulo will help you

see your mom.

- Right, Paulo?

- Of course!

Everything will be all right.

Write a letter to your mom.

It will make her happy.

St. George.

Yes, to close the body.

It's pure illusion.

Damn! She's going

to die of sadness!

You can't tell her anything.

I have to say something.

Make up a story. Lie!

Whatever!

I'm getting drunk.

What are you going to do?

I've told you

I don't know!

I don't know

what I should tell her.

Are you stupid?

I'm talking about the kid!

You have to help that kid!

- Help him?

- Of course!

What can I do?

Don't you understand?

That kid is going to die!

They're going to kill him!

- You have to do something!

- Me?

- Yeah, you!

- Me?

Why me?

What can I do?

I have no idea of what to do!

Do you?

No, I don't know

what to do.

Don't do that.

- Please, don't do that.

- Sh*t, man!

- They're gonna kill the kid!

- No, they won't.

Nothing will happen.

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