João!
Come João.
Mom.
If the world had its way,
There'd be no place in it for me.
That's why I spent my whole life looking for mine.
But there are some things we choose
and others that choose us.
And I was born with lots of unfinished business.
Tonho, give me a shot!
Hit me again.
Hold it right there.
I had nothing to lose.
Drive.
So I had nothing to fear.
Don't do it, kid.
You're young. Don't be stupid.
Out of the car.
I said get out.
On your knees.
Don't do this shit, kid.
You only want to because...
Sometimes, we have to kill something so we can plant...
water
and breed new life.
Wait... wait...
A real man always pay his debts.
There he is. On your feet!
Get the fuck up.
And I paid.
Every last dime.
I was back on my path.
But times were different now.
Good evening, Brasí-lia!
One, two, three, four!
We live in the city And so does the president.
All pretending we're living a decent life
But I don't plan To be so decadent
No!
Tedium with a capital T just for you!
Go walking in the rain Sometimes I get stuck
I don't have gas...
You got the good stuff?
- What? - The good stuff, twelve grams.
Yeah? Show me the money. I'll pay you tomorrow.
- You'll pay me tomorrow... - Tomorrow...
These are all I've got.
I live in Brasilia.
Hey, man, what's this? What are you doing?
I'll have no bums in here. I ain't no bum!
See, I was wondering if you knew a relative of mine.
Who is it?
Pablo.
That way.
- Do you know him? - He's well known round here.
I'm the son of Mazé and Vicente. From Santo Cristo.
My father said I could look you up.
You're the image of your mom.
Do you want a smoke?
Relatives only show up when they're fucked.
And you're fucked, right?
You're thirsty, hungry, cold...
and have nowhere to crash, am I right?
I'll have them fix you some food. Come on.
- Do you drink whisky? - Not usually.
Money changes people's tastes.
Do you know what I do for a living?
I started selling some very nice stuff here.
A little comes in from Bolivia, and a little from Paraguay.
- From Paraguay? - Yeah.
I'll introduce you to my girl, but this one you can only look at.
Teresa, get in here!
She's the only reason I stayed in Brazil.
Teresita!
Rude!
This here is my cousin, João.
Are you sure?
I told you my father was Brazilian.
You're the first relative Pablo's introduced me to.
First and last, the rest are dead.
Better than nothing I guess.
Pablo sent you here, right?
He told you what I really need is a watchman, didn't he?
If you want, I can do both.
Okay. You're hired.
Stop playing that shit, man. Play something good.
That's it! Now use that anger to play some Clash... Ramones...
Play the Pistols.
If you play that shit in Berlin, you're screwed.
You'll have a short career.
You'll be deported right away.
What's up?
Maria Lðcia!!
I'm going home. I'm tired, Chris.
- You wanna a ride? - No that's cool, I'll ride with Beto.
Snap out of it, Mary... I'll call you.
What sort of mess is this?
- Answer me, boy!
Look at all the wood you used!
Do you want to send me under?
I passed the night to making a chair.
And there are no nails in it.
It's good, too good.
Who's gonna ask us to fix something that never breaks?
Massu says you've been helping a lot,
that you stay alert all night long.
Too far?
Winchester .22.
Does it work?
I'll show you.
Your turn.
Like this.
You have to aim where the animal is,
where you have to shoot.
Let's go?
Go. I'll bring you some candy later.
Come on, shoot. We don't have all day!
Lucky shot!
Shit! Fucking hell!
Pick it up!
Fuck it, man! Are you trying to kill me?
You're gonna make a delivery for me today.
It won't take long.
Barata, you stay at Massu's tonight.
I'll pay you good money.
Or do you want to spend the rest of your life in that shitty shack?
Saci, get in the fucking car!
Ouch ...burned right down...
Hey, are you nuts?
Maria Lucia You can't spend the rest of your life locked up at home!
Chris, don't, I'm not going out.
Maria Lðcia!
- Get rid of it... get rid of it! - Okay!
- I'm home.
Did you bring the money?
Police!
Hands on your head!
Hit the floor!
Son of a bitch!
Here you go.
This will cover it, go pay.
You rabid little thief, give them back, I saw you take them.
Get your hands off him, you son of a bitch!
Put it back!
Like hitting kids, do you?
I don't want a thief for a son, got it?
Did he hurt you?
When we get home, you help your mother pack.
We're leaving tomorrow, first light.
Okay.
We can cycle from here, we're too slow. Climb on.
Run into the scrub, go!
Run! I'm telling you!
Go, kid!
Who do you think you are to lay a finger on my brother...
You nigger son of a whore!
- Black git runs like fuck... - Sure fucking does.
Check down by the entrance to the court.
Marco Aurélio!
Check down here, I'll go round the back.
We've got him cornered.
- What's up, you nut! - You left it.
Renato come back, the guy is not here.
Give me a smoke.
Don't scream! Don't scream!
Don't scream!
Some guys are after me. I'm just going to hide out, then leave.
Stay calm.
Maria Lðcia...
I told you I'm home already!
Maria Lðcia!
- Yes? - Good evening.
- Good evening, Mr...? - Ney.
Mr Ney, I'm Detective Marco Aurélio.
There's a delinquent on the loose in the neighborhood.
We're advising all residents to keep their doors...
No, there's nobody here.
- Mr Ney, if I could just... - Senator...
Right! Sorry to bother you, sir.
Maria Lðcia?
I'm getting changed, dad.
- Close your window before bed. - Okay!
My name is João.
Mister Jeremias, that man's here to see you.
Say it waif. Get!
- Marco Aurélio! Titties! - Hands off, boy!
What's wrong? Had some milk?
- What's with the slinky hair? - Get off, I've got a present for you.
- Really? - Yeah, come on.
- Please... - Go on, ladies first...
I want my share in cash.
There's a fortune in here, missy.
Here.
Here, this here is the one I told you about.
Taken from the scamp.
Here, pass the time while I stash this.
What's this? I'm not religious.
I wasn't either, until I read the Gospel according to Luke.
I've found Jesus...
Cool, isn't it! I saw it in a movie! Look, it comes with a pen.
So you can underline the parts that touch you deepest.
Oh, God in Heaven!
So, who was the competition?
Just some blackie peddling to a couple of rich kids.
The bastard ran like hell, but never mind,
I know the cunt is from Ceilândia. So If he shows up again...
- I'll bring him to you. - You better.
Chill out man.
Come on, your old man always trusted me.
Didn't he?
So?
That shit I apprehended...
This is anything but shit!
This isn't the first time they've busted us like that.
Always up there on the South Wing. I'm sick of losing cash.
You didn't lose this time.
- Here's the money. - Ah, that at least!
Your cut. Now, go rent a shack.
It's foreign.
I only work with the best.
What do you want from me?
I came to say thanks.
- I'll call the police this time. - No need.
It's all cool.
Want some?
You've got a nerve.
- Do you like it? - Pretty.
But no thanks.
I wanted to ask you out someplace nice.
- No... - Come on!
You're not doing anything.
You're really crazy, aren't you?
Okay, fine.
Hey!!
- Is this the place? - Not yet.
Not yet?
What are you doing?
I'm going for a swim.
Come on, girl.
Come in! Afraid of the cold, are you?
Come on!
Have you been here before?
- Not like this. - So you've never been here then.
- It's cold. - I'll warm you up.
No, I'm getting out.
You're one big pothead.
And you are a hood.
- I'm not a hood. - Yeah, right.
I own a carpenter's shop.
So what were you doing up near my place that night?
Selling timber?
That's my cousin's thing, but I'm not doing that again.
What about you? Where do you work?
I don't work.
I'm studying to be an architect.
It's tough.
I'm an architect, and you're a carpenter.
Yeah...
The rich design it, the poor build it.
That's awful!
Did you think you'd get away so easy?
Now, you're stuck here.
No... No, no, no...
I'm a hood, ain't I?
Yeah?
No...
A small-time hood...
- Is that how you like it? - No.
I like when you tell the truth.
- Pablo! - Yep!
I need some weed.
- Are you hooked already? - No.
It's for a girl.
Give a chick any old crap and she'll like it's great.
She's from the south side.
The stuff they smoke down there is pure shit.
Why do you think I sent you there to sell to them?
I can pay.
Come with me.
Good morning.
Have you changed your mind?
You're the only one who refuses to pay our taxes.
I don't even pay tax to the government.
I'm the guy who looks after people here.
Everybody knows that.
Why aren't you grateful too?
I hate ungratefulness!
- Easy, Pablo. - Shut up!
The money! Now! Are you nuts, motherfucker?
I call the shots around here!
Damn!
Barata, give me the weed.
For your girl.
No need to pay.
What's this?
What?
A term project I presented today.
I brought you a joint, if you want a hit.
No, it's too risky here. We'd better smoke it in the car.
Let me get that.
- I'll help you. - No, thanks.
It's okay.
That's the Anthropology building back there.
I do Anthropology too.
I'll toss it here.
- Let me... - No, that's okay.
You drive. I'll stick these in the back, out of your way.
Let's go.
The key's upside down.
Okay...
You know how to drive?
Of course I can!
Careful with reverse, it's a little...
What are you laughing at girl?
Slowly...
Oh, sweet God!
- I got it! I got it! - It isn't raining...
Turn here... Turn here...
- Here! I can do it! - No! No!
I hit my head!
Look...
Look, Maria Lðcia brought her father's bodyguard.
You came!
Do you smoke weed, man?
No, not that stuff.
It tastes like cow shit.
Hey, Jeremias!
This dude says your weed's like hay!
- Stop, man! - Like cow dung.
He said he can find us much better weed.
Really? Weed from where?
If it's that good I want some too.
Say something.
You come into my house to insult me; what's the matter, cat ate your tongue?
- Who invited you anyway, Pele? - I invited him.
But we were just leaving. Let's go, João.
Maria Lðcia, let me know when you plan to bring the doorman's son.
- Let's go João, please. - Scat, Pelé!
Let's go.
Holy fuck!
It's the good stuff, isn't it, Betao?
The best!
Say, who was that snotty fucker with Maria Lðcia tonight?
Maria Lðcia's nuts. She's insane.
Who was that guy?
- Who? Beto? - The other asshole.
- An old boyfriend? - Of course not!
I don't date crooks.
He's just some petty drug-dealing playboy from Brasí-lia.
His father's in the military, posted abroad.
He studied with me, that's all.
God damn...
Finally, some good weed in this town...
Sensational...
Enjoy it while you can, because this is the last one.
You can get us some more, can't you, João?
Don't, Chris.
I think I might be able to arrange something.
Why did you bring me here?
There's good land here for sale.
What would I want with this?
- I hate the sticks... - I miss having a good field to farm.
It was like old times.
If the soil is good... you can grow just about anything.
As the President used to say: You plant it and I'll bank it.
But for Maria Lðcia...
I swore...
I was just a carpenter
I was making money...
And she was taking care of the future.
Soon enough, the city's potheads got the news.
That's more like it. There's some good stuff out there.
If anyone remembers smoking some excellent weed in Brasí-lia back in the '80s
They certainly didn't buy it from me.
Because if they had... they wouldn't be able to remember a thing.
But there are some things you want to forget but just can't.
Nice and cold beer!
Can I ask you something?
- Ask away... - You won't get mad?
Where did you get the money to buy this car?
Are you back in business with your cousin?
I told you I own a carpenter's shop.
Don't lie to me, João.
There's always a moment in life
when you have to tell the truth.
This car is borrowed.
Let's dance!
Because if you don't, life will do it for you.
What's up, João?
Were you waiting for me?
If you want, I'll stop. I swear, I'll stop.
But I'm making money.
Don't you smoke? Don't your buddies smoke?
What the fuck is this, João?
You lied to me!
You Swore!
I don't want this for me, João.
I don't.
You didn't plant this week.
Are you going to leave the weed to the bugs?
It's all wrong, Pablo.
Wrong?
But you have a house, a fridge, a stove...
I'd say you're doing fine.
Nothing's fine.
From now on, I'll have to go it alone.
Go it alone?
How are you gonna do that?
You're from Santo Cristo.
You're black, you're poor, you're illiterate.
You're nothing here.
I'm out.
Ungrateful bastard...
I want to be your partner.
I want to talk to you.
Who is this?
This is João, dad. He's a friend of Beto.
But he was just leaving, right?
Beto isn't here.
Bye.
Dear, what did that lad want?
He was looking for Beto.
- You are not in some sort of trouble, are you? - Just because he's black?
Watch your tone, young lady! There's a limit for everything!
What are you doing?
I'm not dealing anymore.
Now I'm a partner in the shop.
Again?
I want to do things right.
I want to get married and have a kid with you.
So go into the living room and ask my father for my hand.
Where are you going?
- I'm going to talk to your father. - No you're not...
- I'm going in there to talk to him. - You're not going...
You're not going to talk to him!
Stop it! Stop it!
I'll make you believe me.
You will believe me!
- I'm going to talk to your dad. - No, you can't!
Enough! Enough!
I can't stand it anymore either! I can't stand it!
Hands on your head!
Hands on you head, fucker!
Hands on your head!
Now! Hands on your head! Up against the wall!
Move it... Move.
Well, look at that!
This is the bastard who's been tiring me out.
Didn't I tell you?
Look.
Key to the cuffs.
Didn't I tell you?
So, Maria Lðcia's little boyfriend!
You're the one who's been muscling in.
Am I right?
Come here...
Does she know you're a dealer?
Let him go.
Had enough, Santo?
Understood who's boss here?
Shit...
Come here! Come here!
You want to fuck some black ass? Now you're gonna get it.
Nigger!
- That party sucked.
Telmo, holy fuck.
What are we gonna do now, Jeremias?
Cannonball, cannonball. Let's go to my place. Come on, Telmo.
Let's go, Telmo.
Fuck!
Let's go!
There are things that life...
makes you do, by force.
It never asks if it's what you want...
It just throws it at you.
And then it's up to you.
You're smoking too much. Holy fuck...
The bastard blew my friend's head off!
- Yeah, that's right. - So, what now?
- You're a bunch of assholes, that's what. - Assholes?
Yes, assholes!
I gave him to you on a plate!
All you had to do was waste him and dump the body.
Game over, Jeremias.
I've had enough of this shit, I'm out.
Like fuck you are, baby!
Come on, let's not all go crazy! Let's not go crazy!
- Do you want to be my partner? - Partner? On what terms?
Fifty percent?
I'm going out.
If you fuck them up, it's a deal.
Fuck...
Aren't you going to say something?
You disappeared, never showed up again...
You came after me.
What's going on João?
You'd better go.
This is a dangerous place.
What's up Santo Cristo. You've been hiding, huh?
- Fuck off, playboy. - Come on, man.
I need some of the good stuff.
There's none here for you.
Look, this shit is foreign.
It's worth a bundle.
There's my man, Santo Cristo.
Are you coming to the Rockweed tonight?
Didn't you know?
Jeremias is putting it together.
Here.
It would be great if you could show up.
If not, you can use that shit in a spliff.
It's done.
- Watch the jacket, junkie. - Sorry.
It's done. The invitation's delivered.
- How did it go? - I had to give the bastard my watch.
- Is that all you gave him, eh? - Yeah.
Here, Beto.
This is what you want, right, Beto?
- I'm not giving it to you. - Don't do that, man.
What? Here...
Here you go.
Behave, okay? I'm watching you.
João!
- Is Maria Lðcia here? - No, she's at home.
Hey! Look that!
Run away.
Beat it!
Are you mad?
Son of a bitch!
Hey, Kunta Kinte! Can you sit yet?
You're the one who won't be sitting anytime soon.
Because I'm gonna tear your ass in two, son of a bitch.
Lower your weapons! Drop them now!
Wanna die, motherfucker?
- What's going on, Pablo? - What's this shit?
Lower your weapons! Drop them now!
This is my Rockweed, nigger!
Motherfucker...
Shoo, shoo. Scram.
Easy, Pablo.
The party's over, hermano.
I came for the nigger.
Drop the gun and beat it.
I owe you one, cousin.
Why did you come here?
I don't want to lose you.
I don't deserve this, João?
Who did this to you?
With you.
Get out of my house you scum! Get out of my house!
- Dad, stop! - Calm down, dad!
- Calm down my ass! - I love your daughter.
Like hell you do, you son of a bitch!
Run João, run.
Get out of the car. Hands on your head!
I want you out of my house!!
That's the one sir. The tanned one.
João de Santo Cristo, the Ceilândia killer.
He won't be missed.
Look, there will be no killing in my precinct.
But If you want to rough him up...
Are the police doing this to you?
If it's not the police, then who is it?
Tell me!
Forget it.
Don't come back here again.
Tell me, João.
Hey, I heard you've been looking for me?
Okay, spit it out! Shoot!
- It's about João. - Who?
- João. - João?
Which João? There's a shitload of Joãos in this town.
Santo Cristo.
Oh, Santo Cristo, yeah.
He's having a great time in jail, isn't he? Tell me.
I'm here to ask you a favor.
You'd like me to help you, right?
You come here all dressed up to ask me for a favor.
Is that right? Tell me.
What about the cock-teasing you threw my way my whole life?
Isn't that enough?
"I don't date dealers, I'm a decent girl..."
Go fuck yourself!
And then you come and rub my face in it with some red-neck who sells by the bag.
- Is it all about me? - Yes, it's about you!
You should have been mine.
Help me.
Please.
Okay.
I'll help you.
Next time you visit, I promise he'll be better.
Okay?
He said he doesn't want to see you.
How come?
He just doesn't.
But I want to see him.
Get in.
Come in.
You look beautiful, beautiful.
Come on, motherfucker, get up.
Get up, Santo Cristo. I'm talking to you.
Come here.
Hold the newspaper here.
- What for? - Shut up and keep still.
That's it! One hand here, the other there...
Army Opens Investigation. There's a clever boy!
Here, that's it...
Son of a bitch...
Son of a bitch!
Funding Lifeline for Paranoá.
Democracy Takes Patience.
Aureliano Assumes the Presidency.
Get up, fucker!
Piquet Wins!
- They came out great. - Very good.
You look fantastic in this one.
Vasco lose at the death
João de Santo Cristo. No photo today.
Just stopped by to give you a present, to keep you entertained.
Okay?
I'll see you next week.
Hey, baby, put your shirt on. I'm in a hurry.
Handsome fella.
- Can I read it? - You're illiterate.
Let go.
Keep looking at the picture I gave you.
Hey, what are you doing?
Open the door.
Now kneel.
The fuck I'll kneel, you black son of a bitch.
Hey, Jeremias!
Oh fuck...
Easy man...
Where's the coke?
That idiot went and left the house wide open...
Dudu. Buddy...
Fuck it, Dudu...
CEILÂNDIA LOT #14
He took all my coke...
He took it all.
Fuck!!!
He took my coke!
We'll see who gets fucked up!
This is war!
He thinks he can fuck me over,
He wants to fuck me over? So let's see!
We'll see who gets screwed here!
It's here!
João!
Easy...
Was it me...
or the destiny?
If you had done differently?
Would it change my path?
Would my dreams became fate?
The end is not where the road ends.