How to Draw a Perfect Circle

HOW TO DRAW A PERFECT CIRCLE

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What about when grandma finds out

your selling things from the house?

What did you say?

What if grandma finds out?

Grandma won't find out.

When you've sold everything...

When there's nothing left to sell, what

will you sell then?

I'll sell you!

Don't forget you're having dinner

with your father tomorrow.

I'm not going!

Why not?

Because I don't feel like it.

But you should go.

This is the moment to open brackets

and describe the characters' feelings

Odile wonders if the two boys

are noticing her breasts

swaying under her sweater

with her every move.

Franz thinks of everything

and of nothing,

he doesn't know if the world

is becoming a dream

or if the dream is becoming

a world of its own.

Do you remember what you promised?

Have you forgotten?

No,

but that was when we were children.

You've forgotten.

I don't believe

that you're still a virgin.

Why?

Didn't I promise you?

Can you not sleep?

No.

You better go to bed.

Mum might wake up.

I wasn't expecting you anymore.

I thought you also didn't want

to see me anymore...

This is delicious!

Are you winning?

I am, for now,

but we're just getting started.

I hope I haven't brought bad luck.

Oh! You don't need luck in poker

Guilherme!

In poker you need knowledge

and intuition.

Poker has nothing to do with luck.

Nothing!

Don't forget the porcelain dolls.

What shall I do? I think I'll bet.

No, I won't.

I won't bet and I'm folding.

Oh, that's no good.

I... I... I'm betting, I am.

- Folding is no good.

- I know, but I had to.

- She's betting.

- I am. I don't know how, but I am.

You're so lucky. You've been having

such good hands.

No, I'm not.

It's just XXXXXX

- Well, my hand isn't so bad actually.

- I can't do anything.

No, terrible hand.

Look, I'm folding.

- You're folding?

- I am.

With this hand of mine,

the luck is all on your side.

Beatriz, what are you going to do?

I think I'll bet...

I think I'll bet. I'll call.

- Yes, no.

- It looks great.

Ok, here we go, I'll call and raise.

- You're lucky.

- Lucky.

- It's luck.

- It is. It really is luck.

Ok, Ok.

Dad?

Dad?

Dad?

Dad?

Oh, Guilherme.

- Am I disturbing you, Dad?

- No, not at all, come on.

Come here. Come in.

Come here.

I'm so happy to see you.

I'm really happy to see you.

Is everything all right?

How's the family?

- Your sister, is she well?

- Yes.

The book you lent me...

Did you like it?

It's a children's book, yes...

You think you're too grown up do you?

Go upstairs to the neighbour's house,

there's a tray on the door step.

Get it and come down,

is that all right?

What do I tell him?

Say nothing, the door is closed.

"Thank you"

Dad?

You're going to think it a bit of a stupid

question. Promise you won't laugh.

I promise.

What does one have to do

to seduce a girl?

Are you in love?

What does one say?

What does one do?

You're not the talkative type,

you're more of the quiet kind.

You don't say anything.

- I don't say anything?

- Nothing.

I say nothing...

And how can I show her I like her then?

Look at her... In the eyes...

Is that how you do it?

But mum was very young.

Did you do the same thing?

Tell me about your love? Is she pretty?

Yes, she is pretty.

Talk to me about her...

I don't feel like talking about her.

Are you coming to pick me up this

weekend?

Yes, of course.

See you.

- Bye.

- Bye.

Have you been writing?

About a neighbour.

Who is your neighbour?

A poor guy

who doesn't leave his house anymore.

I can relate to that.

I'd like to read it.

I have no more excuses,

no more dough. A complete disaster.

Guilherme.

Thank you.

No.

Well...

this one is for you

and this one for you.

Are you going to read it?

You know I don't enjoy reading much.

I know, but it isn't one of my books,

I didn't write it,

a lady wrote it.

It's by Virginia Woolf.

- You can make an effort...

- What about you?

You never made an effort

to speak Portuguese.

You're being mean to me.

Very mean!

Thanks Daddy.

Shall we go?

Are you all right? Does your head hurt?

You have to take care of your sister,

she won't listen to me.

You have to take care of her.

She's like your mother.

Does things first and thinks later.

You're more intelligent than her.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

I decorated this room just for you.

Do want to see it?

Grandma?

Grandma?

I have to stop smoking.

I wanted to ask you if I can sleep here.

Of course, you've got your own room.

I'd like to live here with you.

Let's go in, we'll look like a couple who

can't make up their minds otherwise.

Come on, let's go.

Come on.

Yes, yes.

Yes.

Guilherme, it's your mother,

would you like to speak to her?

Do you want to speak to her?

Hello?

Don't worry, he's fine.

I'm telling you he's here, don't worry.

Why are you always worried?

All right then, big kiss.

Is everything all right?

Don't you want a drink?

No.

It's for the upstairs neighbour.

Is he sick?

No, take that to him,

and leave it on his doorstep, ok?

Leave that at the door, on the floor.

Did you leave the tray?

Yes.

Did he open the door?

No.

How stupid!

He never opens the door.

Talk to me about this girl.

What girl?

Is she pretty, does she have soft skin?

I don't like her anymore.

I don't like her anymore.

Is she intelligent?

Yes.

Chat, chat, chat!

Is this the book you're writing?

No, no.

It's something I wrote

a long time ago.

Seems like there's someone

who wants to publish it.

Very well...

What is it about?

They're short stories, erotic stories.

Can you read it to me?

I wrote this a long time ago in Paris.

Before I met your mother,

long before you and your sister were

born.

And what were you doing there?

A bit of everything.

Go to restaurants, to the theatre.

Can you read a bit?

It's late.

Please.

"In Paris it rains every morning

"Like blades, as if they rattled

five x-rays glued together.

"She trembles.

"The jazz music can't be heard here,

because we've climbed many stairs.

"'What floor are we on? '

"And there are doors.

A series of wooden doors.

"Wood and more wood.

"A study on sound.

"Wood, wood, stairs,

wood and more wood.

"'You'll die before you're father does',

I told her.

"And she spat on me afterwards.

"'Fair enough'... I told her.

Tomorrow she'll wait, again. "

It's not erotic.

No, not if you've been sleeping

since the beginning.

Even when I was awake,

there wasn't a single sex scene.

Guilherme?

These shoes were too tight for her.

We have to be comfortable,

even when we die.

Guilherme?

Will you play Tic-tac-toe with me?

It'll help you keep your mind off it.

Come on.

There you go.

You make perfect circles,

but you always loose.

Yes, yes, I've reflected on the article.

It's much better. Considerably better.

Are you ready?

"I heard of an insane asylum... "

"I heard of... "

Are you listening?

"I heard of an insane asylum where

lunatics are fed as if they were cattle. "

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