The Violin Teacher Page #3

about reuniting the quartet.

I got some scores for your kids.

Bach's Pa/fitas, remember?

How are things at school?

Six months and nothing's changed.

That place is a pressure cooker,

you have no idea.

I won't stay there for long.

I'm just giving the kids

some basic notions.

Basic notions, Laerte? You?

I know you, you must be giving

those kids a hard time.

There's this incredible boy there.

He's unbelievable!

When he starts to play,

you can't see anything else.

Like someone I know?

Anyone who can't sol-fa Pozzoli

next class, will carry all the instruments.

- Sol-faing is a pain.

- Because you're stupid.

- Sir.

- What is it, Gi?

When I'm good enough,

can I make some money playing?

How much more or less?

It's like any other job.

It's like football players.

Half a dozen earn a lot,

but most of them get by.

- Chicken feed. Bye, sir.

- Bye.

Edileusa, wait. I'm going with you.

Just say it.

What is it?

Sir, my father bought a car

to sell meals.

My mum's sick.

I think I'll have to stop.

How are we going to play

without you?

You are very talented, Samuel.

We'll find a way.

Thanks, sir.

Sometimes I get really screwed-up.

I feel like doing some crazy sh*t.

It's crazy, I don't know...

Chill, man.

You can stay with me.

Thanks.

How many times do I need

to correct your sitting posture?

Do you think it's right?

I'm talking to you.

Look at me, Rebeca.

Do you think it's right?

Is that the right posture?

- I think it is.

- Yeah, right.

I've already given up on Joab.

I don't know what to do

with you anymore.

I've been telling you this

for almost a year.

- One more time, take it from the top.

- My fingers are a little sore.

Just a little?

Then I'm going easy on you.

If you sit up, it won't hurt.

Shall we? From the start?

What is this?

- I haven't dismissed anyone.

- The bell's rung!

I didn't ask if the bell had rung.

I'm saying

I haven't dismissed anyone yet.

- Are you holding us here, Obama?

- Obama is holding you a little longer.

You're only leaving

after you play it well.

Why aren't you playing?

I'm too clumsy,

the boys won't let me.

Can you Play?

You know Xavi,

Barcelona's midfielder?

I play like him, but I'm faster.

When I get the ball on the left,

there's no holding me back.

For real?

What do you think?

I know nothing about football.

I just talked to the principal,

she'll talk to your parents.

It won't work.

My father's tough.

He said I can't play the violin

or attend classes anymore.

It'll be fine.

Go, VR!

Come on!

Hey, man,

I think Black Box

is dropping the ball.

He wants to take the PDQ terminal

out of the scheme.

If we don't clone the cards,

how will we pay Skeleton?

f you mess up with Skeleton,

he'll waste you all.

Waste, my arse! Skeleton is a f***-up,

he won't mess with us.

You're the f***-up,

you didn't pay him back.

You took his money, didn't you?

Now, pay him back.

If Skeleton messes with us,

we shoot him in the face.

Right in the forehead.

Shoot him? You don't even

have a gun. Chill, mate.

- You don't know that.

- I'll take a dip. Let's go!

- Come on, dude.

- I don't want to, I'm OK.

- Come on, Smile.

- I can't swim, mate.

You can't? You're learning now.

No, mate, come on!

- Cleanse this body, oh, Lord.

- I can't swim, mate. Stop that!

You'd better start praying!

Stop, Adalto, I'm serious.

For God's sake!

Come on, Jesus.

- Where were you, Samuel?

- At the dam with VR.

You brat! You see your mother

and me working our arses off. Why?

Son.

Because we like it, Samuel?

Because we want to see you

and your sister far from here!

- I want my son far from this!

- Take a shower, son.

My son won't hang out

with a bunch of criminals!

Raimundo!

- Do you understand?

- Raimundo!

- Do you understand?

- Raimundo!

Do you understand?

- You'll work during the day.

- Son...

And study at night.

It'll be better for everyone.

It'll make me calmer.

Just for a while,

until things settle down.

Here.

Chill, brother. We'll have

our orchestra of blondes.

Thanks, mate.

What is that?

Are you sleeping, Samuel?

Open these notes

and spend more time on the trill.

The trill was good,

but after this part here,

you have to play more firmly.

Hey, guys. Obama is doing

private tutoring for Samuel now.

- He just gave me a tip.

- He has to give tips to us all.

- Always Samuel.

- It's because they look alike.

Sir, look how many students

you have here.

Guys, this is not true.

You're messing up, Obama.

Very nice,

kissing the teacher's arse.

- See you next class.

- If we have one.

Mr. Manoel said he'll give me a job.

- At the hangar as a watchman.

- Watchman, mate?

- How much?

- 600 bucks.

A watchman earning 600 bucks

doesn't get any.

Of course they do.

- You won't get laid.

- 600 is good money.

If you want real money,

I'll talk to Adalto to have you

in our credit card scheme.

Then you'll have real money.

What's up, Black Box?

- Who's that?

- He's my friend.

Here's the deal:

Mr. Leonel is wary.

The terminal stopped working

and he wanted to call a technician.

We'll have to lay low

for a while.

No, mate, we can't.

Skeleton will get us.

I'll try to put a skimming device

where my cousin works.

- Sort this out quickly.

- Will do.

See you.

- Want some?

- No, thanks.

Are you sure?

I met your dad

when I picked up the food.

I was really embarrassed,

he was all nervous.

And how's my mum?

She's better.

Go and see her

when your dad is working.

We'll have to squeeze

to make a circle.

Get the chairs out

and let's make a circle.

It's Saturday!

Cheer up, everybody.

This is how it works.

The work is on Mouro.

You make a mistake, you're out.

The winner gets this CD here.

- Is it rap?

- No, it isn't.

It's Beethoven's Symphony No..9

by the Berlin Philharmonic.

The best philharmonic in the world.

One day, I'll play for them.

What's wrong?

Let's do it. Go, Thais.

Let me see who's next...

Samuel!

VR!

Rebeca!

Tat!

What is that? Out, out!

Shame on you.

Gabi...

Good.

Anisio!

You said you understood!

Come on, guys, just three now.

Faster.

Samuel.

Go!

Lilian!

Hey, mate!

You're a f***ing good dancer.

Way to go, mate.

- Let's snort some!

- I'll take a piss.

F***, mate!

How nice.

Some p*ssy, some snort.

What's up?

What's up?

Where's my money?

Chill, Skeleton.

Snort some with us!

Our scheme is working,

we're celebrating!

Celebrating?

So? Say something.

You'll have your money next week.

- Next week?

- I talked to Black Box.

You talked to him?

Are you kidding me, boy?

Beat it, skank.

- Tell me something I don't know.

- There was a problem with the terminals.

Black Box is dealing with it.

It'll be working tomorrow.

If that was the problem,

it's solved.

We'll have your money next week.

Wait, Skeleton.

- Open your mouth.

- No, man!

Open your f***ing mouth.

You really are a f***-up.

You're not worth a bullet.

I'm giving you one more week

to get the money, OK?

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