Que Horas Ela Volta? Page #6

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Yes.

Say yes.

Say yes.

- Marry me.

- No.

- Sorry. I'm just...

- I... don't understand.

Sorry.

It was a joke.

- Only a joke?

- Yeah, yeah.

Holy sh*t!

Sorry.

It was a joke.

My cousin never comes to So Paulo,

but she's coming now.

And since Jssica had

already left the guest room...

I told her she

could stay here.

So I'm gonna need you to

get Jssica out of there.

- That's fine.

- OK?

- She's going to my room.

- OK, ask her to leave the room today.

- Yes, ma'am. - So we have

time to organize everything.

- It's settled then.

- OK?

- Don't worry about it.

- Thank you, Val.

- But ask her to leave today, OK?

- Yes, ma'am.

- OK, thanks.

- I have to check on the food.

Can't we open this window, Val?

It's hot as hell!

If you do it, it'll be just as hot

and the mosquitoes will get in.

Honestly, Val,

I don't know how you can take it.

How I can take what?

Being treated like

a second-class citizen.

This is worse than India.

Don't give me this

complicated India talk.

You're a stuck-up person.

That's what you are!

This is really f***ed up.

Watch your mouth!

I don't like bad words!

You think you're special.

You think you're better than everyone else.

You think you're superior.

I don't think I'm better, Val.

I just don't think I'm worse. Got it?

- You'll make me lose my job.

- F*** it!

Watch your mouth.

Wash your mouth out with soap!

Show some respect.

I'm your mother.

You're not my mother. Sandra raised me.

You had nothing to do with it.

Look here! Sandra raised you

with the money I sent every month...

to pay for your school,

your dentist.

Sandra got the good part.

Sandra got to be with you...

while I was here working,

sweating, do you hear me?

Now, Sandra is your mother.

- Who paid Sandra's bills every month?

- Enough, Val! F***!

I'm tired, you know.

Tired of listening to this kind of talk.

Really tired.

Things are fine.

I'm studying.

But let me ask you...

how's he doing?

Does he ask about me?

Really?

I wanted to see that.

I'm gonna let you sleep.

Talk to you later.

OK, see you.

Do you wanna smoke?

I do.

This is a good one.

So they drained the pool, huh?

My mom said she

saw a rat in here.

I don't know. It's dangerous.

We could get sick.

Yeah, right.

Are you a virgin?

What kind of question is that?

Do I look like a virgin?

I don't know.

If you do...

- You look like a virgin!

- Me?

Yeah!

I don't only look like one.

- I'm not, OK?

- Of course not.

Do you think I'm a rat?

What?

F***.

I think I know already!

- You do?

- I think I do.

- But I don't.

- Could it be?

I'm totally lost.

You'll see.

There!

- It's FAU.

- Yes, it's FAU.

- It's where you're going

to study, right? - Yeah.

It's where I'd like to.

"Architecture and urbanism. "

I'm going to take Maggie out.

Come!

Come, Maggie!

Maggie.

Come.

Maggie stinks. She plunges into

the puddle and stays kind of wet.

That's why Fabinho's

ice cream doesn't last.

I've told you this is Fabinho's ice cream.

How stubborn of you.

My apologies, Dona Brbara.

I've told her many times.

Since when has my great-grandmother's

tray been broken?

Val, it may not look like it,

but this is still my home.

Come here.

I want to talk to you.

Dona Brbara,

just tell me where to fix it.

I'll take it there.

I'll do it. I'll pay for it.

- No, Val, that's not it.

- I'll pay for it.

Val, that's not the problem.

- The entrance exam is tomorrow, right?

- Yes, ma'am.

- And then she's leaving, right?

- Yes, she will, ma'am.

So while she's still here...

I want to ask you...

to make sure she's never on this

side of the kitchen door.

Yes ma'am. Not a step on that

side of the kitchen door.

Exactly, not a step on this

side of the kitchen door.

- Yes, ma'am.

- You can go. Thank you.

You don't know where Pamela lives!

It's far.

How are you going

to get there now?

- There's no way you can do that.

- I'll find a way.

Difficult girl.

Don't go, Jssica, for God's sake.

I don't have the stomach

for this sh*t you take.

Leave this for now.

You've got your exam tomorrow.

I've got better things

to do than take this sh*t.

If you have the stomach

to stay here, do it! I'm out!

- Jssica, you're not...

- You should've defended me!

Jssica, you're not going

with such rain! Oh, God!

And how are you

getting there?

I'll find a way!

I'm not afraid of water.

But where you're going...

Go back inside, Val!

Go back.

- Have you lost your mind?

- Leave me alone!

- Go back inside!

- Tomorrow is your exam! You'll miss it!

Good luck!

May Jesus be with you.

Dear God.

- Let's go? I'm worried!

- OK, let's go.

- Maybe there'll be traffic.

- So let's get going. I'll call the driver.

You don't want any more coffee?

It's still early!

- I don't want to risk being late.

- What if we got stuck in traffic?

- An accident, traffic. Who knows?

- OK then.

- Right? So let's go.

- OK!

My bag is right in there.

- Did you get a cereal bar

or something? - Yes, I did.

Good luck.

- Very difficult.

- But do you think you did well?

- What's up, Son?

- I can't possibly know, Mom!

- The answer key just came out.

- Already?

- Yes. Let me open it here.

- Difficult?

Which was your exam?

- Letter Q.

- Q? Wait, let me find it here.

Did you see Jssica, Fabinho?

Sorry, Val.

I didn't.

Let's see here.

Val, will you excuse us?

- Can we start?

- Yes.

-1C, did you get it right?

- Yeah.

- 2D.

- Got it.

3B.

It's OK.

4A.

No?

- Mom, keep talking and then...

- OK. 5E.

You got nervous.

You knew everything,

didn't you?

You got nervous.

Sh*t, Val, by two points.

It's so unfair.

Chin up. Life goes on.

- Fabinho.

- You can try again next year.

Excuse me.

Look how devastated he is.

Don't be like that, Son.

It's no use now.

Cheer up.

It's done now.

Come here.

Wow, Fabinho.

Why will you hug Val and not me?

Val thinks I'm smart.

You think I'm dumb.

I don't think you're dumb, Son.

Maybe...

you didn't succeed because

you don't know what you want.

You just weren't committed.

Excuse me, Dona Brbara.

Dona Brbara,

I can't even talk, so nervous I am.

- What is it?

- Oh, God, Jssica called.

- Do you know how many points

she scored? - How many?

Do you know how many

points she scored?

- Sixty-eight points!

- Sixty-eight?

Jssica passed

the entrance exam!

- Jssica passed.

- Wow, 68.

- Look how nervous I am!

- Wow. Congratulations, Val.

- Thank you.

- Congratulations, Val.

- Jesus.

- Sixty-eight?

- I just can't believe it!

- Neither can I. It's amazing, isn't it?

So...

Impressive. Very good.

Sixty-eight is very good.

She said 68.

But, Val...

don't get too excited because

that was only the first-level exam.

- I know, ma'am.

- There's going to be another exam...

and the second level

is much harder.

- I know.

- So...

She told me she scored 68 points,

which is a lot.

- No, it's very good!

- Sixty-eight!

But she'll have to go through

the second exam. If she fails...

- God willing, she'll pass the second exam.

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