Good morning.
Come on, hot stuff...
What's going on?
Are you avoiding me?
You didn't even show up at the bakery.
I'm starting to get worried.
Call me back, all right?
Bye.
-Who are you talking to? -It's none of your business.
My mom said you need look after me today.
-What? -And take me to school.
Breathe in, Cassandra. And breathe out.
You told them it was just for one day.
Now, go. Take care of this.
Leide, get out of there!
I'm going.
Come on, Leide!
I'll be right there.
Leide, get out of my bathroom!
SEPTEMBER MORNINGS
Jesus...
Didn't we agree you were leaving today?
Yes, but City Hall is hiring and holding interviews this afternoon.
If it's later, why do I have to watch the brat now?
Because they asked for a résumé
and I don't have one, so I need to get that done.
-Help me out. -Leide, I'm not dumb. Take him with you.
Fuck, you act like a woman, but you can't look after your own son for five minutes?
I gotta babysit to be a woman now?
I don't know about that,
but it's no use changing the outside when you still act like a jerk.
Take that back now. No one told you to have the brat.
My name is Gersinho.
Cassandra...
You want us to leave, right?
Well, then...
If I get this City Hall job, it's a real job.
You know? With an actual contract and everything.
Leide, my bike's in the repair shop and it won't be ready before noon.
-I can't watch him. -So what?
My car's broken too and that's never kept me from taking him anywhere.
It's the last thing I'll ask of you.
I promise.
It'd better be. No more tricks, from now on.
-No more tricks. -Relax, babe. Today's my lucky day.
You know when you get that feeling?
And listen.
Stop calling him "brat." He's got a name. All right?
Son, come here.
Let's put your shirt on and get you ready for school.
Come on, take that off.
You need a haircut, huh?
-Behave yourself, okay? -Okay.
Bye, sweetie.
Thanks, girl.
-Bye, kiddo. -Bye, Mom.
-Wish me luck! -Good luck, Mom!
That's it!
Hey, get me a deodorant from over there. I need to get something here.
Hi, good morning.
I need birth control pills, please. Desogestrel, one box.
Here, Dad.
First, stop calling me "Dad" once and for all.
Second, I use women's deodorant.
You still don't get it?
Look at me.
Do you think I smell like a man?
You're very pretty, Dad.
Can you buy me one?
Mine is old. It's hurting my gums. Look.
Seventeen reais for a toothbrush? No way.
Let's take this one.
-Hi. -Hi.
-How are you? -I'm fine.
This one is for adults.
The best one for your son is the one with superheroes, which is softer.
-Then I won't buy either. -Okay.
That'll be 70 reais, please.
-Here's the exact change. -Perfect.
-Thank you. -You're welcome.
Hey...
-Thank you. -You're welcome.