The Violin Teacher Page #2

VR is a glowing dragonfly!

Right, p*ssy?

Today we're working

on bow techniques.

It's an exercise called spider crawl.

Moll?

One, two, three, wow!

Hold it by the screw

in the correct position

and work your way up,

as if it were a spider.

It's important to keep your finger...

Hey, young lad)'-

Young lady,

are we interrupting something?

Do you want us to be silent

so you can sleep?

She's pregnant, sir.

Well, let's start from the screw.

Keep your hand in the right position.

Work your way up.

No, the other way round.

Exactly.

Keep your hand straight.

Keep doing it.

It might hurt,

but your hand will get...

Who wants some snacks?

The class has barely started.

No, sir, don't sell it.

Hey, young man. Get down!

Come back to the class.

Sir, please. Don't sell it.

You shouldn't.

I'll ask the board to forbid you

to sell anything here.

Do you want me to call the police?

- Call Captain Nascimento as well!

- Young man, you're pushing it.

You're pushing it too far.

- You're pushing it too far.

- Just go away.

I can't take it anymore.

VR is on probation.

Without an extra credit,

he'll go back to Youth Detention Centre.

This is really between you and him.

Laerte, be a bit more patient.

It's good that you came.

The NGO cleared the funds.

Here's the advance you asked for.

Could you sign the receipt?

The room we talked about is free.

You can use it.

And if you convince them

to rehearse on Saturdays,

I can give you a modest raise.

OK.

- Thank you.

- Thank you, Laerte.

See you on Wednesday.

What's up?

Hey, mate, doing good?

I need to talk to you.

- I'm in a hurry.

- No, you're not, brother.

What were you thinking,

messing with Mr. Genival?

That police talk.

You don't call the police

in the slums, mate.

We represent Cleiton, the guy who

does everything for the community.

We're turning a blind eye this time.

- Can I see your cavaco, mate?

- It's a violin.

Let me see it then.

No, wait.

Wait, wait, wait.

You're going to wreck it.

Give it back, don't touch it.

Play a song for me, mate.

Play him a song.

80' Pra Contrariar.

- I don't know it.

- That one...

Oh, oh, oh, oh

You're gonna kill daddy like that

Play the song he's asking.

- Let me go.

- Stay there and play the song.

Make the motherf***er

play the f***ing song.

Play the motherfucking song!

Ten gangbangers surrounded me...

- Well, there were five at least.

- Don't stretch it.

He pointed a gun

at my head and said,

"if you don't play now,

I'll blow your head."

- And you?

- I got out the violin and played.

I played really well.

You should've pointed a gun at me

during the audition.

- Maybe I would've passed.

- What are you talking about?

This is nonsense.

What are you running from?

- Let's have another one.

- I have morning rehearsal.

Please, just one more. Only one.

I can't. I have to go. Laerte!

Two more shots here, please.

Hey, sir.

Is it true some stuff

happened to you?

- What was it?

- They're saying, sir,

that you picked a fight

with Cleitds guys.

Weren't you scared, sir?

A well-played song will soothe

even the fiercest beast.

What did you play?

I played Paganini's Caprice No. 20.

If it had been Twinkle, Twinkle,

we wouldn't be having this class.

Yeah, no way.

Well...

Let's take advantage

of the little time we have.

Hand out these scores.

You wanted a different song, right?

It's a canon.

Leave the instruments aside.

We'll sing together, OK?

We start with the cellos

and the basses.

Re, La, Si, Fa.

But we're singing together, OK?

Sir.

We can't read scores.

What do you mean,

you can't read it?

- No.

- That's it.

- None of you can read it?

- No. No one's taught us.

You're kidding me, right?

What is this paper

you keep passing around?

What is this?

What is this?

What is this, young man?

- Notes, sir.

- Do, Re, Do?

I've written them down.

Some people haven't.

I have to thank you for the opportunity

to learn from a student!

Wonderful! I'm so glad

you taught me the right way.

These aren't notes.

They're syllables!

What are you hoping

to achieve like that?

Let's do it.

Pay attention.

This is a staff.

This is a treble clef.

Where's your mum?

She wasn't feeling well.

She went to bed.

Here is her medicine.

Do you want me to unload the car?

Are you doing your homework?

Mrs. Maria.

- Is VR there?

- You can go upstairs, Samuel.

Five, four, three, two,

eight, eight, seven, five,

nine, three, forty-two,

six, two, nine, eight.

What's up, mate?

- All good?

- Yeah.

- Want some?

- No, thanks.

- Hey, can I study here?

- Yes.

My father's complaining again.

Go to the terrace.

I'll meet you out there, OK?

OK, thanks.

OK, it's valid until 09/2018.

- We'll use it for a long time.

- F***!

The password...

What's up?

Thanks for the space, man.

It's tough at home.

Relax, mate.

When I pay off my debt with Skeleton

and the credit card thing takes off,

we'll have an orchestra

of hot blondes.

- They have to be blond down there too!

- I can do the inspection.

Hey, check this out. It's Bach.

F***, man.

All right.

You start with the violin,

soon it'll be ballet.

Flip-flopping,

spooning at night.

Only with your sister.

Wait a minute, mate.

Don't say sh*t about his sister.

- She gives the best blowj*b.

- Are you f***ing crazy?

It was better

when you were playing.

Excuse me,

you know nothing about music.

Hey, wait. Stop that.

- Hi, class, how are you?

- Hi.

You know how important

our performance is, right?

You need to play really well.

So Mr. Laerte asked me,

and since there's no other way,

I'll let you take

the instruments home.

To avoid embarrassing

ourselves in the concert,

you'll have to study a lot at home.

Sleep, wake up, brush your teeth

holding your instruments.

Let's do well, OK?

And in order to really improve,

we'll need more time for study.

So we're having classes

on Saturdays too.

Saturday?

I take care of my siblings on Saturday.

How will I manage?

Guys...

Obama thinks we're playboys now.

Sir, I can't because

I work at my uncle's garage.

You're not f***ing working,

tell the truth.

You have to take care

of your sh*t-faced father.

- Go f*** yourself.

- He wets himself on the street.

Mind your own business,

f***ing white girl.

Hey! Stop! Stop!

I'm tired of this!

Everybody's got problems.

I'm coming on Saturday. You know why?

Because I've been through a lot.

I was thrown away.

My mum doesn't know

how many siblings I have.

She takes me for granted.

But when I'm here,

I don't give a damn about that.

When I play, I feel worthy.

So I'm coming on Saturday.

I'm having this lesson.

Sir, I'm sorry but I can't.

If I don't take care of my father,

nobody will.

Everybody's got a good father.

Mine is always drinking.

Speak for yourself, man.

When I get home,

I'm the one who gets hit.

Everybody's got a good father?

My arse!

I knew I'd find you

in your hiding place.

I met Lud, we were talking

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