Rosa Morena

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This is the last call for...

SAS Flight 505 to Copenhagen.

Please proceed to Gate 15.

This is the last call for...

SAS Flight 505 to Copenhagen.

Please proceed to Gate 15.

Buy some candy, please.

- Two for one.

- One moment...

- Good to see you!

- Long time no see!

- Good to see YOU!

- And welcome. You showed up!

You freak... Wait, I'll call...

Tereza, Tereza come here!

- Your place?

- My place.

- Authentic.

- Isn't it?

It's pretty decent.

Listen, would you like... Would you like

a beer or something like that?

A beer.

Definitely a beer!

Damn, you showed up!

I thought...

Yeah, right you wrote

you will come visit...

but I thought "Not gonna happen!".

What are you up to?

Eh, are you here for

a meeting or something?

- Conference?

- Nope, eh...

Relax, vacation.

- You are on vacation?

- I'm on vacation.

Okay.

Thomas is on a vacation?

- Shut up, man!

- Yes I am...

I needed some time off.

So I thought "Brazil... Jakob will

show my some cool places".

Sure man!

- Cheers and welcome!

- What's up, Jakob?

Look who's here!

Hello! Thomas!

- Wow. What are you doing here?

- I'm just hanging out.

- How are you?

- Fine.

- You look great!

- You don't look so bad yourself.

- What are you doing here?

- I'm on vacation.

You could... You could easily shine

this place up.

Yes, but you know what,

I don't really want to.

Why not?

Because we have been looking

at a house in North East Brazil,

in Bahia. You know...

Really awesome beach,

super nice area,

one could turn it into a hostel

or something similar.

Not that many tourists, but just

enough to make the wheels turn, right?

One could make a bar

at ground level and stuff.

Imagine foryourself, man.

Waking up to the sound

of lapping waves,

instead of the sound of

car alarms and sh*t.

That place, for how many years

have you been talking about that?

Hey Thomas, what is the matter?

Can't we talk about it,

some other time?

Sure, f*** that!

No, thanks.

Mind the cars.

This way.

Two beers, please.

Cheers!

Look at her! Look!

Ah, she is crazy about you!

- Get out!

- Get out, girl. Come here.

- Are you going out?

- Yes.

Good night.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

- Would you like something to drink?

- Maybe a caipirinha.

I don't know your name.

- What?

- What's your name?

- Thomas. And you?

- Leonardo.

- That Jakob boring?

- Oh, yeah.

He is not...

He is not... Gay.

- Gay?

- Gay.

How you know this word?

Oh, it's in the...

It's in the guidebook.

- Where do you come from?

- Denmark.

Listen, eh...

Maybe we should go back.

- Can I give you a kiss?

- What is... What?

No. No. Maybe it's...

It's not...

It's not a good idea.

- You don't like me.

- Yes, I like you.

It's just... Maybe

some other time, okay?

So, what happened there?

You need some blue pills

or something like that?!

Listen, Jakob, please...

Please shut up!

But he was pretty cute;

he was a cute little boy.

So, what's up? Huh?

Should we go somewhere else and

have a beer, or something like that?

Shouldn't we do that?

Have a last beer,

or something like that?

Hey, no, Thomas...

Don't, don't go overthere.

They are high as kites,

you don't know what they might do.

Thomas, what the f***

is the matter?

I have tried to adopt

a child for two years now.

What? What? Why is that?

- What do you mean?

- Why would you like a child?

What the f*** do you mean?

You have Gabriel!

Yeah, great, but before that

I had a super nice girlfriend.

I Goddamn moved to the other

side ofthe planet to marry her.

Now I have a cranky wife,

who won't stop bossing me around.

That is so not true!

Listen to me...

You have a great life! Okay?

You make money, you can travel

whenever you want wherever you want.

Why the f*** would you choose

an obstacle like that?!

Okay, like half a year ago

we were in Milan...

and we made a huge

shopping mall, right?

We worked 18 hours a day

fortwo years.

When we came back

for the opening...

they f***ing plastered the

entire building with posters of...

Junk food and ehm...

Toys, okay?

And the only thing on my mind is

"This, Thomas Goldberg,

this is what you have

been destined for".

- Shopping malls nobody can see.

- Listen, Thomas.

You don't know what

you are signing up for.

You don't know what

you are signing up for!

When you see Gabriel

make a goal in soccer.

Yes?

No matter how big a pain in

the ass, you think it is.

I know that you don't have

the same feeling, I had in Milan.

Right, but why don't you

just adopt, then?

- I can't.

- Why, because you are gay?

Apparently so.

Then why don't you donate

some sperm to some dyke?

Well... It'll become too complicated.

It'll be a mess, I think.

Well.

I think it is a f***ed up idea.

But I think I know a place

we can go.

So, as I understand it,

a single gay man is able

to adopt a child in Brazil?

Yeah, we do have some

examples of that, yeah.

But as a foreigner you have

to apply through your country.

And yes, I know you can't.

So the best solution for you is:

Find a woman who is willing

to give away her baby, right?

You and this girl have to

sign this child's birth certificate...

stating you as the father.

On top of that,

you need another document,

signed by the mother, that allows you

to take the baby out of the country.

If you have those two documents,

the baby is officially yours.

And this is legal?

If the mother states, you are

the father, you are the father.

Wait, wait. What if... eh.

What if the authorities

ask for a paternity test?

If the mother asks for it,

but why would she do that if

she is happy with the agreement?

- It doesn't sound impossible.

- Not if you find the right woman.

- And how will I go about that?

- It is not as easy as you might think.

Poor people are as attached to

their babies as everyone else, right?

But there are other ways.

- Other ways?

- They are a bit...

unorthodox.

- What do you mean?

- I can put you in touch

with an alternative agency that

has children available for adoption

outside the legal adoption marked.

It's not cheap,

but they can guaranty you

a healthy child and

all the proper documents.

You can even choose the sex and race.

- And where do the babies come from?

- This agency has their own network.

No, Thomas.

Listen to me!

He is talking about

selling you a stolen baby! Okay?

What are we talking about,

money wise.

Depends.

Caucasians are more

popular than blacks, right?

Supply and demand, you know.

But a hundred thousand dollars

will get you far.

Eh, Thomas. Are you telling me that

you are considering this?

Listen, IF you find a woman

willing to give you her baby,

believe me, she is going to

ask you money for that.

Are you telling me I could end up

with a child that was

stolen from its mother?

- Yeah!

- No!

Well... You would most likely

get a child that has been

discreetly picked up at

the back door of some orphanage-

in exchange of some cash,

of course.

Oh, God!

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