"BETWEEN US" "Sucks, huh?" " What?" " This time of day." "The couples go screw and we're left here." "Nothing is keeping us from having our own fun." "But tell me, is it true you already finished your book?" "Not yet." "No?" " Almost." " Somebody told me you'd finished." "That's just Felipe gossiping." " Oh yeah?" " Yeah." "Take it easy." "Take it easy guys." "Tell me about the book." "It's not ready." "I'll tell you when it is." "Tell me, please." " It's not finished yet." " Is it good?" "I don't know, Sil." "Of course you know." "We always know." " Huh?" " It's very good." "What do you mean?" "You read it?" "You let Felipe read it?" " Well thanks, Rafa!" " It was just an excerpt." " Shit." "OK then." " You'll see it too." "When I have an ending." "We had agreed..." "And your book?" "Is it ready?" " Almost." " Almost, how much?" "I still need a beginning." "Which you haven't read, of course." "You did." "I can't believe it." "You two are worse than a married couple." "We had agreed to show everything to one another." "What was that?" "Let it be, Rafa." "What is it Rafa?" " Give me your hand." " Be careful, guys." "Careful." "Rafa!" " Silvana." " Shit guys." "Go on." "Go ahead." "I think it's hurt." "The opening phrase has to be unique and spectacular." "No way!" "The important thing is the end." "Nobody remembers the beginning of a book." "Felipe!" "The beginning is fundamental." ""One morning, as... he woke up from anxious dreams..." " Gregor Samsa..." " Gregor Samsa..." " Discovered..." " Found that in his bed he had been changed into a monstrous verminous bug."" "It's an exception." "You need an ending for your book." "Man, you know what, stories never end." "Unlike cachaça, huh?" "There's film in the camera, right?" " Come on." " Get closer, guys." "Come here, Sil." "This time you've got to develop it, Gus." "Did you press the button?" " Here!" " Not in front of me!" "Hold it." "Calm down." "Now!" "Gus, make me a copy, will you?" "The sun feels great." " I finished!" " So did I." "The box." " We'll bury it all together." " No." "Not the pen." "Are you done?" " Let me read what you wrote." " No." " Gus, let me read it." " No." " Why?" " It's bad luck." "Let me read it, please?" "It's no joke." "So?" "You're all so sentimental guys." "So baby?" "Everything OK?" "OK?" "OK?" "The two love birds." "Wait." "Let me change it." "No way!" "Stop it, Gus." " Real quick." " Listen..." "If not in the spur of the moment, it's no fun." ""If not in the spur of the moment, it's no fun."" " Let's bury it!" " Bury it." " Is it all there?" " Go on." "Here it goes." ""Hasta luego!"" "Careful." "C'mon, c'mon." "Let's drink!" " "Style!"" " Cachaça!" "Adriana, what did you write?" "You'll find out in ten years." "No one really knows Oi, lá rá, you see" "No one really knows" "No one really knows Oi, lá rá, OK" "No one really knows" "The moon shines bright Red beams from the sun" "The sea's a big mirror Where they go to look" "Yellow roses when they wilt Lose their perfume" "Love is a swindle lt'll cost you oh so dear" "A flower without perfume But everyone wants a sniff" "OK, all together now!" "Everyone wants a sniff O, lá rá, right" " Everyone wants a sniff" " Everyone wants to sing" "Let's shotgun the weed." "Everyone wants to kiss O, lá rá, see" "Everyone wants to kiss" "Everyone wants to drink O, lá rá, right" "Everyone wants to drink" " Rafa, no!" " Stop it!" "You're wasting it!" " That's our last bottle, guys." " If we run out, I'll go get more." "No more booze." "You drank it all!" "You're a wino, Rafa!" "If that's the problem, I'll go get more!" "You're going all the way to town just to buy more?" "Well, I'm going." "Bye." "Stop it, Rafa." " Rafael, stop right now!" " Wait, Rafa." "Take the tree!" "Take the tree!" "Take the tree with you!" "Wait, I'll go with you." "No." "Leave it to me." "Leave it to me." "Wait, Rafael!" "No fair, you guys pawing each other in front of me." " So we'll paw you too!" " Fuck off!" "Let me drive." "Wait!" " No way man, I'm fine." " Oh yeah?" "Listen man, did you read it?" "The last version I gave you." "Did you read it?" " So?" " I read it." "It's alright, isn't it?" "I think it's more interesting now." "But sometimes it gets kind of confusing." "When?" "I don't know man." "I think you've got to dig deeper." "Go down deeper." "Hang on!" "Hold it there!" " You're really not letting me drive?" " No way." "Even if I let you read the new ending?" " You're kidding." " I finished it yesterday." "You're bluffing." "Go on." "You're getting rid of this part here?" "It was so good." "Read the ending." "So?" " Tell me, shit." " What is this man?" "Shit, Felipe." "You're the first one..." "I show the book to and that's what you say?" "What is this, man?" "What did you do here, Rafa?" "Do you have any idea what you've done?" "This is fucking great." "It's freaking me out, man." "It's fucking great!" "The ending with the scene at the rock is brilliant, man." "And the way you..." "It isn't self-piteous, it isn't maudlin..." "Holy shit, it's fucking great, Rafael." "Motherfucker, man!" "So, I do have my book?" "Any jerk has a book, Rafael." "I'm saying you have much more than that." "Thanks man." "You're one big son of a bitch, man." "How do I get back to my book now?" "That's your problem." "But tell me." "And your letter?" "In your letter." "What did you write?" "I don't know man." "Fucking stupid idea." "Come on, man." "I'm not going to wait ten years." "What do you think I wrote?" "I wrote our group will be awarded... the first Brazilian collective Nobel Prize." "And you?" "You'll have to wait ten years." "Tell me, you asshole!" " Hi." " Welcome." " Did you have a nice trip?" " Yeah." "Damn you, Lucia." "You get prettier each year." "You talk like you weren't a goddess." "Yes, but I didn't have a baby six months ago." " Two years." " I can't believe he's two." "I can't believe you're here." " I didn't think you'd come." " Why'd you think that?" "Why?" "Why do you think, huh?" "The big shot..." "You bitch!" "Where'd you get this ass, huh?" "Wasn't Gus coming with you guys?" " No." " No?" "How's it going Felipe?" "I only know you're alive when you come out in the newspapers." " Kiss my ass." " You kiss my ass." "Hey, Felipe?" "What style is that?" " Dark gothic." " Do you own a mirror man?" "Are you going to write a thriller?" "How's it going man?" "Give me a hug here." " It's still lovely here, Sil." " Yeah, but it's funny..." "My parents haven't been taking much care of it." "You didn't have this tennis court, huh, Sil?" "No." "It was made around five years ago." " Been keeping it in good shape, huh?" " Jeez!" "My folks have kind of abandoned the place." "Go on." "I love tennis." "Here." "Hit it back." " It was here." "Remember?" " That rock there?" "Jeez." "This is going to be delicious." "Cazé, check the risotto." "Sil, just a moment." " It sure smells good, Cazé." " I'm pretty good at this." "No, honey." "Use the sink." "What do you mean, honey?" "I can't put my glass..." "Taste this and you'll understand." "Isn't it delicious?" "And there's not a drop of fat in it, OK?" "And why are you telling me that?" "Are you saying I'm fat?" "No, but you know I like you just the way you are." "Like what?" " Like that, honey." " Like what, honey?" " All cuddly." " Cuddly?" "Cuddly is your mother, honey." "I'm hot." "You're the one who's too thin." "Skinnybones." "What's that noise?" "There's a car coming up, Sil." "I don't believe it." " What happened?" " I made it." "Hey Gus!" "What happened?" "Did your car break down?" "No." "No 4 wheel drive..." " I thought you'd chickened out." " Never." "No way." "What's up, ace?" " And how are you, man?" " I've missed you." " OK, it's over now." " Already?" " Style!" " Gus." "What a beautiful setup!" " You know who made it, right?" " Who?" " You made this?" " Yeah, right, Gus." "The guy's decided to become a chef at this point." "It's true." "His shitake risotto..." " What did you bring there?" " Look here." "A leg of lamb." "I really missed you all." "So, Gus?" "Where's our grunge pride?" " What?" " Where's the hood?" "Whoa, Cazé!" "Do you save the malicious comments... you can't fit into your texts for your friends?" "And thanks a lot for your critique on my crime novel." "A real buddy." "Very affectionate." "You wanna talk about it now?" "No, I don't." "I've forgiven you." "What for, Felipe?" "I took it easy on you, man." "Guys, this is supposed to be a friendly reunion, OK?" "We can all fight on the last day..." "What is it?" "Calm down, calm down." "It's just a beetle." "It's a good book." "I like the picture too." " One big snow job." " Intellectual type." " A punk's face." " Can you hearthat?" "A Seriema." "They say they bring the sun." "We nevertalked about your book... ever since it came out, can you believe?" "Never?" "Oh my." "Can I still compliment you or are you sick of it?" "Of course you can." "I was very impressed, Felipe." " It was very powerful." "I..." " Go fly a kite, Silvana." "No, not because it's good." " It's just..." " "No, not because it's good."" "Of course it's good." "You know it's good." "But some things there, I'm sure..." "There's this one scene in which you describe... something I went through with Rafa exactly the same." " Yeah, I know." " How?" "He told me." " I'm right then." " About what?" "To think the book was inspired on me." "At least part of it." "Of course it's you." " You, my mother, my sisters..." " Felipe." " My old girlfriends..." " OK, Felipe." " Anna Karenina..." " OK" " Dulcineia..." " So well read." " Beatriz..." " Right, Felipe." " Molly Bloom..." " As if you read "Ulysses"." " Capitu..." " Say what you want..." "I know it's me." "The three of us had something strong." " It was beautiful." " "Bonjour."" " Did you sleep well?" " Very well." " Is Drica still sleeping?" " Probably until tomorrow." "What a beautiful day." "And you, "ragazzi"?" ""Buongiorno"." "What shall we do?" "Are you up for a ball game?" "Hey man!" "Are you with us?" "Do you remember when we thought these guys... were the hottest things ever?" "Don't we anymore?" "Why do we get married?" "We should keep the best part of people." "I'm not married and I don't have any good parts." "Spit it out, Drica." "I thought we got married to have kids, raise them." " And why don't you?" " Because it takes... two human beings willing to do it." "Cazé never wanted it." "I'm all by myself here, shit!" "And you, Sil?" "Haven't got the itch yet?" "Of what?" "Getting married or having kids?" "Neither of them." " Neither one?" " I swear." "Of course not, baby." "You're surrounded by semi-nude men." " Why get married?" " For sure, that's why." "And that hottie in the red shorts?" "The caretaker?" "Carmo?" "You're crazy." " He used to sit on my lap." " On your lap?" "Hot!" "Of course he thinks you're hot." "He wacks off thinking of you." "Drica, how gross!" "I'm serious guys!" "Imagine, you two, both nude, in the tool shed." " There is no tool shed." " Too crass." "You sound like one of those cheap novels, like "Sabrina"." "Sabrina no..." "Silvana!" ""Silvana, the Lady of the Field"." " Silvana is in her forties..." " No way!" "I'm 36." "This is my fictional story." "Silvana bathes in her pool... while observed by Carmo, who tends to the grounds." "And at each strike of his hoe... his virile and muscular body... is outlined by the sun, drenched in sweat... not unlike a rustic Adonis." "Write it down, you can get rich." "Honey, I'm going to be rich!" "I'm alone here." "Let me be creative too, shit!" "Let's go." " They are losing bad." " I don't want to see it." "I'm going to stick around, OK?" "I won't be long." "What's wrong with you guys!" "Shit!" "Ants!" " Take it easy, Drica." " Get them off!" "Stop, Drica!" "Calm down." "Hold it, stop the game." "Get them off." " Shit!" " Somebody get some alcohol!" "It's just little ant, honey!" "Do something, you asshole!" "Do what, honey?" "Hold it Drica!" "Calm down!" "Put on your shorts!" "What can I do, shit?" "Your wife took off her shorts, man." "Yeah, not bad." "Let's play!" " Let's play." " Let's play." "I almost got into a fight." ""I stepped on an anthill, Cazé!" "Oh, Cazé!"" "Jerk!" "Stop it, shit!" "So, what was the score?" "The constitution guarantees a person's right... not to produce evidence against themselves." "Total massacre?" "By a mile." " Shit, Lucia!" " What, Felipe?" "You scared me!" "Why are you here?" "Do you want to dig up your letter?" "No way, Lucia." "What did you write?" " It's not what I wrote." " What do you mean?" "It's not what I wrote." "Understand?" "It's what Rafa wrote." "Do you know what he wrote?" "No." " You don't make any sense." " I need to know..." "Forget it." "It's just me." "Felipe, are you... are you trying to tell me something?" "When we had the accident... nobody went through what I went through." "Nobody was there." "And then after, people blamed me... saying it was my fault, for letting Rafa drive drunk." "Isn't it true?" "And then, nobody ever saw each other again." "And nobody mentioned Rafa's book again." "What about Rafa's book?" "What about Rafa's book?" "I saved the book, Lucia." "Lucia..." "I'm just thinking about Rafa." "Let me be." "Felipe." "Felipe." "What a night, huh?" "What a night." "This place is really special." "It was here, wasn't it?" " What?" " The letters." "Yeah." "Do you remember?" "What?" "What you wrote." "It's funny." "Thinking back, we were..." "Not only us." "But everybody was so..." "I don't know..." "Remember Marina, my younger sister?" "She had a daughter." "She looks just like her." "Her eyes..." "Do you think that... if I..." "You're something, Gus." ""You're something, Gus."" " Tell me you're crazy 'bout me." " I'm crazy 'bout you." "Tell me how horny I make you." " Fucking hot!" " Fucking hot." " Shut up!" " Tell me to shut up." "That's what you like, huh?" "Shut up and fuck me good." "Hold it." "Wait." " Let me get something." " Forget it." "Wait honey." "Wait." "No baby, it's the same thing." "Forget it." "Let me do something real nice for you." "Shit, I forgot them." "I'll get one with Felipe." "Asking for rubbers?" "How old are you?" "Are you crazy?" "Honey, I'm going to give it to you so good..." " Oh yeah?" " You'll forget all about rubbers." "I'll pull out, come here." "No, no way." "Come on." "Drica, what's wrong?" "Forget it." "What?" "Pull out." "Come by yourself." "Rafa, Rafa." "Rafa, Rafa, Rafa." "Come on baby!" "You move like a pro." "Clear the way, Cazé!" "Go on, go on." " Really something!" " There!" "What animal is that you killed?" "Style!" "Not me, probably one of those... butchers we played with." "This, my friend, is a braised lamb shank." "A prime cut." "Not forthe likes of you, buzzard!" "Must be good." "Don't do that, man!" " What?" " Don't put more wood in." "It'll dry the meat." "You're the one drying up my meat." "Just old stuff here." "It's what we used to listen to." "You're just overly nostalgic!" "Let me put something on." "No, no, no!" "Honey, let me put this on for you." " I just have to listen to this today." " What is it?" "Wait and see." "No, it's too corny." "It's horrible." "Down in the dumps!" " Cher?" " Bonnie Tyler." "Bonnie Tyler." "Where is Bonnie Tyler?" " This is haute cuisine, man." " It's bread with tomato." "Just a touch more seasoning." "Looks good, huh?" "Hands off, boy!" "Are you crazy?" "Look." "Listen, Cazé." "Drica!" "Honey!" "I've got my eyes on you, Drica!" "Make way for the "bruschetta"!" "You're missing the show." "Come get your "bruschetta"!" "It's hot!" "You guys have embarrassing past moments to revisit... and I have mine." "I can't take this anymore." "No." "Wait." "Party pooper!" "I'm going to put something on now." " Felipe, I'm going to put on rock." " No way." " Enough of the 80's and 90's." " Hands off, Cazé!" "It's good music." "The 80's and 90's are no more." " It's crap!" " What do you mean, Cazé?" " Isn't it?" " Of course not!" "The only good thing was we were younger..." " and you girls were hotter." " Very subtle, huh?" "We're living a totally empty era." "People might've been cheesy... but at least they took a stand, Cazé." " I think after the dictatorship..." " No, no, no." "I wish there was a dictatorship... somebody to torture me so I could express myself." " What!" " Stupid discourse, Silvana." "Today is fucking great, lots of things are happening." "I'm not saying the military regime was good." "I think nowadays people have less to say." "Shit!" "Just because Kerouac hitched a ride in the 50's... we now have this stupid idea... that to be an artist we have to experience something." "Experience, my ass!" "If so, to write a crime novel I need to kill someone." "To write a gay novel, I have to get screwed." "That always helps." "You're against personal stories... but "Fissure Point" is based on your mother, your neighbor..." " your teacher..." " On how I write." ""Fissure Point" is based on how I write things." "I was just joking, Felipe." "Let's eat, everyone!" "Gus is cooking up a wonderful mammal." "Stop being such a pain, honey." "Let's eat!" "Everybody is talking about your blog, you know?" "Which reminds me!" "I thought of taking..." "Rafa's old texts and putting them in my blog." " What do you think?" " Rafa's stuff?" "Yeah." "We get his mother's permission... we all go through his things." "It'd be lots of fun!" "Why this all of a sudden?" "It's been ten years since our friend died... and it's like he never existed at all." " What are you saying?" " Calm down, Felipe." "What do you mean by that?" "I'm saying life goes by quickly... and everyone's looking out for themselves..." "It's about time we paid tribute to our friend!" "Terrible timing!" "You know that?" " Why?" " It's just so opportunistic." "Opportunistic?" "Fuss around in his texts..." " 10 years later?" " I am very opportunistic." "It's not me, people may think like that." "Shitheads, like you!" "And I can't believe you, Rafa's best friend... who still helps his mother, don't agree with such a good idea." "An homage." "I never knew you helped Rafa's mother." "Just some financial aid." " Nothing you'll miss." " It's not that, Felipe." "We have to salvage Rafa's things." "I confess I'm pretty curious about Rafa's texts." "Me too." "I only read his short stories." "What about that book nobody read?" "Felipe read it, right?" "The way Rafa was he wouldn't want... anyone snooping around his things." " You don't know that." " I knew Rafa pretty well too." "He might even like it." " So tell us." " What?" "About Rafa's book." "Felipe doesn't want to talk." "Do you remember?" "Of course." "It's not a problem for me." "Rafa's book was a bit like mine." "Memories, upbringing, references." "This down-home, countryside thing from Minas." " But it didn't have an ending." " But was it really good?" "Could it have been published?" "It was good." "I mean, it wasn't ready yet." "But it could have been." " Yes, it was good!" " How do you know?" "I read it." "You read it?" "Rafa showed it me that weekend." "And what I read was very good." "Truly authentic." "I think it's a great idea, Drica, to put his things in your blog." "It can be a memory of what he could have been." "We'll never know, right?" "There are many could-have-been geniuses." "Kurt Cobain could have made a techno record." "Chico Science could have recorded a "pagode" album." "We're talking about our friend." "But for us he will always be an idol, right?" " Honey, enough!" " Died young, eternal promise." "He was a good writer, Cazé!" "Here we go!" "It's kind of overcooked." "Nice, huh, man?" "Kind of?" "It went the whole hundred yards!" " One more could-have-been case." " Shut up, Cazé!" "Cazé is now a culinary critic too." "He knows everything." "Get a fork and knife, Cazé, please." "How about we saw up the poor thing?" "That knife won't cut it." "We need a sharp one." "I told you it would scorch." " Sauce?" " Great." "Give it a bit of moisture." "Luckily I don't eat meat." "Honey, pass me the salad?" "The sauce is great, Gus." "What did you use?" "Nothing." "It's ready-made." "Thank you for making this for us." "Holy shit!" "It tastes like shit, huh?" "Lucia." "Lucia!" "Come here." " Now you say you read Rafa's book." " I did." "Didn't I?" " Everyone did." "Right?" " That's not the point." "Who wrote the book?" "Whose book is it?" "You already know, don't you?" " Why are you torturing me?" " I'm not torturing you." "It's just hard to believe." "Whose book is it?" "It's mine." "That book is mine, Lucia." "I put it together, edited it." "I almost died because of that book." "Even when Rafa was writing it I was the one who goaded him on" "I fought for it more than Rafa." "It's mine too." "What kind of person are you, Felipe?" "What kind of person does something like that?" "Lucia, it's me." "It's me." "Lucia." "I need you, Lucia." "Give me this, I'll take it up." "And this too." "I'm going to rest a bit." "See you, maitre d'!" "Jeez, Gus." "It had to be you." "I'm a big joke, huh?" "No way, man." "I didn't mean it like that." "I can't even cook a piece of meat without fucking up." "It's ridiculous." "Are you serious?" "It's just a piece of burnt meat." "Nobody was hungry." "Not even me." "It's not just the meat." "Everything's all wrong." "Gus." "What's going on?" "It's all wrong!" "My life is shit!" "My work is shit!" "And those fucking letters to read tomorrow." "I'm not ready, man!" "Relax!" "What's the big deal?" "What's the big deal?" "It's just that I... kind of asked Lucia to marry me in my letter." "Fucking-A." "That's fucked up." "Fucking-A." "A real fuck-up." "What did you write?" "I just wrote what I was feeling that day." "Wrote I wanted her to be with me forever... and that I'd be a better person if she did." "Did you think she'd open the letter ten years later... and accept your proposal?" "I didn't think, I just wrote." " It's how I felt." " I know." "I understand." " You're so romantic." " I'm just a... jerk!" "But tell me." "If you had stayed together... wouldn't you have had a kid already?" "Lots of them, Drica." "If I were with her, we would've had one kid every year." "Really?" "Truth is..." "I haven't taken my medicine in three days." " What do you take?" " Prozac." "What, Gus?" "Are you out of your mind, man?" "You stopped taking Prozac for 3 days without medical support... that'll screw you up!" " I'm already screwed up, Drica." " You'll be even more!" "I have some here, man." "I'll give it to you." " You take it too?" " Yeah." "Why?" "I can't take Prozac?" "I've got problems too!" "I'm sorry." "No problem." "Just don't tell Cazé, OK?" "Cazé doesn't know?" "Man, Cazé thinks we're born knowing how to solve every problem." "Because he does!" "Lucky him" "Yeah." "Why do we fall in love with the people who mistreat us?" "Why?" "You're fucking great." "Do you really think so?" "You're fucking great." "Must be fucking hot too." "Jeez, it's hot." "How many degrees, Cazé?" " Seventy." " Wow!" "And now it's going to 75, because I've prepared... an orange blossom concoction." "Free your toxins, free your pheromones." "Your what?" "That stings!" "My nose!" "Wow, Sil!" "I think that woman, Inez... has done you good!" " Look at that!" "I'm your fan." " For God's sake!" "This is so common in Europe." "Then I'm taking it all off." "Do it." "I want to see your stuff." "No." "Don't do that Cazé." "Show them exactly what Cazemiro has." "You don't think I will?" "If I take mine off, will you take yours off?" "What do you think?" "You're just joking." "I'm not joking, honey." "I'm naked." "You're not doing that." "Do you want me to go get the caretaker?" "Man, you weren't this square." "No." "You changed, Drica." "Are you really repressing me?" "!" "Look at me." "I'm going to take a swim." "Look what time does to people." "I'm going with you, it's getting heavy in here." "Are you going to pout now?" " Relax, Cazé." " I'm going to swim too." "Let's go." "Not even a kiss?" "No?" "Really?" "Aren't you going in?" " No way." " You've got to go in." "It's part of the process." "It'll do you good." "Go on." "Stop it, Gus!" "You weren't such a chicken before." "Here we go." "Valencia's recipe." "Honey, to hell with the recipe, tell me about Inez." "Don't talk to me about Inez, I miss her." "You miss the Spanish tongue, huh?" "I love "Spanish position" too." "Inez?" "Sensational." "Ten months of..." "Of homosexual monogamy?" " Yes, of homosexual monogamy." " Sensational." "Tongue cramps, huh?" "Ten months will definitely cramp your tongue." "But Inez..." "Inez was a pervert." "And you never felt like something was missing?" "Sometimes, but there was this great store nearby." "I want to hear more." "You have to try it." "Why are you so interested?" "I want to diversify, honey, I've been with you for ten years." "If you talk about sex too much... it means they're not doing it." " Barking dogs don't bite." " Don't bite." "What about you, Gus?" "Tell us a bit about your sex life." "Who are you doing?" "Before, we'd come here and talk about Garcia Márquez." "How dumb of us, huh?" "Now we talk about sex and don't do it." "We used to circulate more among ourselves." "I was with everybody here." "Like, the guys..." "We only made-out a bit." "You and Cazé?" " You knew." " No." "You and Cazé?" "Just kissing." "With all the rubbing and pawing?" "My nickname was Hot Lips." "Hot Lips." "When was that?" "September 12, 199..." "Ah, honey." " Was I your last choice?" " No." "Cazemiro." "I think Felipe is a bit shocked... with our obscenities." "Felipe, let's talk about... the crisis in..." "in the discourse..." "Man, it was surreal." "Remember when..." "I took that endoscope exam?" "I got high on some crazy morphine." "I came home, turned on the TV... and saw the Twin Towers falling." "I changed the channel, more of it." "I don't remember where I was." "I wasn't very impressed with it." "For me, the World Cup in '98..." "That was terrible!" " It hurt." " It did." "I think we'll get it this time." "In Japan, we'll win." "I think now... we're screwed." "You think so?" " Why?" " I don't think we can win again." "We have Ronaldo the Phenomenon!" "I think he's the problem." " Why?" " He had a surgery." "Everyone with high expectations..." "At least Brazil's corruption days are numbered." "Oh no!" "Oh God!" "Lula, Lá" "A new star is shining" "Do you think Lula is going to end corruption in Brazil?" "He'll do anything to win this election." "People do anything for power, Cazé." "Let the representative of the elite talk." "True." "You can't get power without dirtying your hands." "Then you dirtied your hands to get where you are." "Is that it?" " Cut it out guys." " Maybe." "To get somewhere, you have to ignore a lot of things." "You can't ignore your beliefs." "There's a point where there's no turning back." "After you reach a certain standard... it's tough." "I'd write anything to keep it." "I can't take this talk about success anymore, Sil." " Everybody has to be successful." " There's so much "successful" crap." "Being an artist is overrated." "People should be engineers, mathematicians, botanists." "I love being an executive." "I just love it!" "It's easier for you, you have money." "Can I say something?" "What's it like, being successful?" " Can I say something, man?" " No." "No, you can't." "I want to tell you something." "What's success like?" "I wish I had your success, man." "No, your own is better." " It's just envy." " It's not." "I wish I had your money..." "I wish I... had a wonderful woman by my side." " You don't want to be in my shoes." " Yes I do!" "You don't want to be in my shoes." "How does that song go, honey?" "I can't take this, Felipe." "What are you talking about, Lucia?" "I can't do it." "I can't." "Do you realize that if you say anything we'll lose everything?" "Everything we have." "Everything our son has." "For what?" "For nothing." "What do you mean, nothing?" "And Rafa?" "What about Rafa?" "He's dead." "It makes no difference." "What do I do?" "Keep this inside me until it turns into a disease?" "It wasn't my choice, it was yours!" "What do you want?" "To go down and tell everyone, right now?" "Do you?" "Do me the favor." "Take this weight off my shoulders." "Go on." "Is that what you want?" "No." "I'm not going to tell them." "You are." "Do you see anything?" "Be careful." " It's full of bugs here." " Bugs?" "Totally destroyed?" " Rotten." " Is it?" "No way." " Shit!" " Gross." "You can read some of them." "Forget about mine." "I can read it." " I'm sorry." " Couldn't it have been ruined?" " I can't read anything in mine." " No?" "Shit, mine..." "is totally destroyed." "I can only read my signature." "Let's go." "I'll begin, OK?" "Because I think my letter... is really stupid." "Go on." "Read it." ""Dear Drica... by the time you read this... you should be swimming in money, famous... with Greek sailors giving you a rub down with oil... on some island in the Pacific." "Sadly, I'm just joking, but I hope, at least... you're already on your third book." "I just hope you're not some frustrated housewife... or that you work as a real estate agent." "Kisses from the one who loves and hates you the most." "Drica."" "I'll read mine then." ""He who writes thee doesn't hope for much." "Only not to grow soft over the years... to exercise his profession as a critic without pity... and with no compassion what so ever for plagiarizers... and zero tolerance for mediocrity." "If possible, to be married to a good wife... and if it's Drica, all the better."" " Come on, you didn't write that." " I did." ""Children, better not."" "At last." ""Not for me, but for them." "The world is full of shysters, with no hope for the better." "And if you're not fat and bald... you're still ahead of the game." "Cazé."" "I don't know what's more frustrating... not fulfilling any dream or fulfilling them all." " Gus, go on." " I'll go now." "I'd like to make a confession." "I carry something with me since that fucking accident." "I feel..." "I feel so guilty for what happened to Rafa." "I can't forgive myself for what I did." "I'll read." "I can't." "I'm sorry." "I'm sorry." " Gus." " It's impossible to read." " It's destroyed." " Do you want me to read it?" "Go on." ""1992, São Chico." "This letter isn't really for me... it's for the girl I hope to have by my side in ten years." "And the following ten years... and the ten years after that... and ten more." "A whole lifetime, is it too much to ask?" "Success doesn't really matter... and any literary success, very improbable." "But it doesn't matter." "If I'm with you..." "I'm sure I'll be fine doing anything." "And I hope it will be for a long time... and who knows, maybe forever... my love."" "Kind of rhymed, huh?" " So stupid." " I thought it was beautiful." "I don't remember exactly what I wrote... only that I... said you were the best friends in the world." "OK?" "I'll read Rafa's then." ""My dear smoking and drinking buddies... in ten years we might not be so close... but I hope this moment will be as full... of affection and ribaldry as our present days... which will probably seem so distant." "I just hope that when I look at myself in the mirror..." "I can still recognize myself." "Who will we see?" "Will we have changed the world?" "Or the world us?" "And if once again, a stone turns three friends into one..." "I'll be a boy once again." "A boy whose childhood is mingled with desire... saving a bird as if he himself." "Pure, naive, almost a man." "How I miss who we are."" "Funny, he wrote about the bird too." "It'd happened the day before." "To Rafa!" "To Rafa!" ""...bird..."" "You could've at least changed a couple words." "So much happened, Silvana." "There is no possible excuse, Felipe." "What was Rafa going to do with the book... if he was dead?" "If he is dead?" "But, I..." "Silvana..." "I never wanted it to be the book of my life." "I just needed a chance to begin." "Don't you think it makes me feel like shit?" "If I could go back..." "If you could go back?" "You'd do exactly the same." "If we hadn't read those letters now... nobody would've known anything." "I saved the book." "I pulled it out of the fire." "And it wasn't even a book yet." "Just a fucked up manuscript..." "A bunch of loose papers." "Rafa's loose papers!" "They were mine too." "They were ours." "Things we went through together." "Have you forgotten?" "They were yours too." "You know this book is yours, don't you?" "Rafa wrote it for me." "Not you." "I wrote you a book." "I was in love with you." " Don't lie, Felipe." "Stop it." " You know." " That book is ours." " Let me go." "Stop." "Stop." "Let me go." "Let me go." "Leave." "Leave my house, please." "What have you done with your life, man?" "The letter is yours." "Do what you want with it." "Is the pineapple any good?" "Give me a piece then." "You know I love you, right?" "And that's the only reason I'm with you, right?" "Yes." "Only now I'm going to have a baby." "And, if it can be with you... all the better." " Are you guys going already?" " Yeah." "I can't get stuck in traffic." "We left Caio with my mother... and we have an Easter lunch today." "You're not at fault for anything." "Relax." " Where's Sil?" " I don't know." "The letters really got to her." "Aren't you going to say goodbye?" "I can't wait." "Give her a kiss for me?" "We'll do that." " Bye, Gus." " Bye." " It was really nice to see you." " It was, wasn't it?" " Who's Caio?" " My son." "Let's not wait another ten years, OK?"