Hey, quengada!
-Hey! -Hey!
-I'm sure of it. -What?
You don't want us there so you don't have to share the town boys.
That place is a backwater town.
No surprise there, Cassandra. We all have shifty families.
I was already working the streets by age 15.
-The oppression fest has now begun. -It's not that, it's the truth.
I know it's true, honey. But me too, all of us.
My dad used to beat the shit out of me.
And besides that, I had to deal with Tietê River's foul afofi,
which reminds me of your breath.
The smell of manure is much worse.
I prefer São Paulo's skies and a place where I can be myself.
And where's that place, honey? Take me there, I haven't seen it.
One thing's for sure: families are all birds of a feather.
All the same feather.
That's no reason to stop trying to make them understand.
Did you have to teach your family anything?
I won't. I shouldn't have to!
No, darling. I built my own family.
September Mornings
-Say, "cheese"! -Cheese!
So nice.
-Cassandra, I want to say… -Ivaldo. They need you out there.
How are you?
Answer my messages.
You know what's funny?
IVALDO: Say something. I need to tell you something.
Something happened, I need to tell you. Miss you. Come back soon.
Men get married knowing they'll cheat. Why commit then?
They're men!
I'm glad we're not like that.
Not at all, honey.
Hey, it's burning.
-The corn flour is burning! -Damn!
Taste this. Tell me if it's good.
I think it's lacking something.
I don't think it's the beans that are lacking something.
Come on.
Quengarada, the food is ready!
-Yeah! -All right!
Why did Cassandra leave?
I don't know.
Hey!
-How are you, Lourenço? -Hey, how are you?
Who's the kid?
My grandson.
-You're kidding. Grandson? -Yeah, that's right.
Clóvis' son?
-Yeah. -Did he come back?
He's passing through.
That's good. The family is reunited again.
Well, Lourenço,
who would've thought Clóvis would give you a grandson?
Congrats.
Okay, Lourenço. Take care.
Nice meeting you, kid!
Don't mind them.
I don't.
People around here are very nosy.
Besides, Clóvis has…
Clóvis has always been a complex person.
Grandpa.
Dad's name is Cassandra.
-So it's choice beef, bacon and fat? -That's right.
People in São Paulo are going to love that.
But is there an easier way to cook it? I mean, 12 hours, that's a lot.
And gas is expensive.
City folk are always in a hurry.
-I don't know… -Gosh.
I'd be the same even if I lived here.
And with Gersinho, I don't even know what free time is anymore.
Doesn't Cassandra help?
Well, a bit.
She found out recently.
She did help us with the trip, which was nice, but she left us here.
-I don't know what's going to happen. -You'll figure it out in São Paulo.
I doubt it.
I don't think I ever will. She's so stubborn.
She's an "independent woman."
Cassandra's very modern, right?
I like her.
She's too modern for my taste.
And about her mom…
she left her here with her dad, right?
Sorry, Leide. We don't talk about that.
Okay.
-How about a beer? -For sure.
I'll go get them.
Is there a test to be a mechanic?
Kind of. I didn't learn auto mechanics in school.
I taught myself.
Each repair job was like a test to me.
That's it.
Have you ever botched a job?
Yes. Many times.
Why?
I didn't do well in the tournament.
-I was clueless. -Don't worry.
It happens to everyone.
Be better prepared next time.
Is that why Cassandra left?
No, no. Don't worry about that.
He's angry at me. Not you.
I was the only one in my family to go to college.
Then, I became a teacher.
I traveled a lot, teaching kids how to read.
How nice.
You're very modern too.
I've done many things.
But now parenting is my only job.
I have two kids.
From a previous marriage.
They're all grown up and live in Curitiba.
Lourenço and I have thought about it.
Having a kid, but
time went by, and…
I don't know, I think it was just...
empty nest syndrome.
Then, in the end, we found other things
that filled that void.
Yeah.
Honestly,
I don't know what I'd do without Gersinho.
-If I were you, I'd think about it. -Yeah?
After all, our lives shouldn't be only about our kids.
One day, they grow up
and take off.
I'm very happy to have a grandson.
Lourenço's even happier.
Enough gossiping.
I'll teach you how to make barreado in a pressure cooker.
Now you're talking.
Let's go.
All right.
-Hi, Jana. -Hi!
-How are you? -I'm good.
-It's been a while. -I was away on a trip.
-Hey, what's up? -Hi, Jalil.
Your first bills just arrived.
Oh, boy.
-Thanks. -You're welcome.
You're an official resident now.
-See you. -Bye.
Please, Cassandra. Answer me. I need to talk to you.
PHONE BOOK
Remember when you bought this CD
at that random thrift shop downtown? It has all the rare gems.
I also remember looking up my mom in the phone book
when I arrived to São Paulo.
Leave your mom be.
Now it's just you and me.
Whatever. She wasn't even a fan of yours.
Don't believe everything that yokel says.
The check marks are blue. I know you saw this.
Don't ignore me, please.
One day, I was celebrating,
because I thought a friend of his was his girlfriend.
He was mad for a week.
I think now I understand
why he got so mad.
He took after my mom.
Your great-grandma.
Dear God.
That lady wouldn't let anything slide.
She was a feisty one.
Pass me that cloth.
Then, I…
I made his favorite food
for three days in a row.
What was it?
Donut holes.
He loves donut holes.
But,
eventually, the donut holes didn't work anymore.
And he left,
and never came back.
Well, Cassandra
began to like me better when I got her name right.
Wait here.
Take this to him.
To her.
What's up?
I'm glad you came, hot stuff.
Since when am I "hot stuff" again?
Hi, Cassandra, how are you? The usual?
I'm good, Dani. Thanks.
One pastry and a cup of coffee, please.
I thought you were worried about your family.
The picture-perfect family is over.
What?
I'm getting divorced.
I told them the truth, that I love you.
I love you, hot stuff.
I'm staying at a hotel.
For now. But I'll figure something out.
I mean, the hotel is temporary.
The break-up is definitive. For real.
I don't even know what to say.
I have a lot of work, so I have to go.
But I'm free tonight, if you want to celebrate.
What if we played Travessia by Milton?
I love that song.
-And Vanusa's version is beautiful. -Really?
Sure. And what if we played this one?
Atômico, Platônico is a good one.
We haven't played that one in a long time.
-Nice, right? -Let's rehearse both.
Let's do it. This one's more upbeat.
-Shall we begin? -Yes.
Cassi! I missed you!
I'm glad you're back.
-I was getting worried. -Why?
About you visiting Lourenço.
Why is he like this?
I can't believe you come here and say that during my rehearsal.
For God's sake, calm down. I ask because I know it gets to you.
I'm fine, I'm here. Period.
And where are they?
-Who's "they"? -Gersinho and Leide.
They stayed behind.
They did?
-But… -Ari, don't you have your own life?
Décio has his and I have mine. That's it.
They have their lives too. They're gonna be fine.
I'm back, and everything is fine now.
-Let's go, Dedé. -Where?
-To our water aerobics class. -But we don't do that.
We said we would start doing it.
-Remember? -Really?
-Let's go. -Look,
we're gonna rehearse one last time because it's been a while.
But isn't your set list always the same?
It's my show, right? I'm changing it.
Come on.
Let's do this.
My heart exploded with longing
Under the effects of radioactivity
And I was in tears
In tears as I tried to find
In a nuclear explosion
My love
You didn't see that coming, huh?
Atomic
You're gonna miss him, right?
And I searched the stars
Me too.
For other ways to dream
And I searched infinity
For your kind and tender eyes
Atomic, platonic
Atomic
Platonic
My heart has disintegrated
In this sad and cruel war of love
Atomic, platonic
Atomic
Platonic
Hot stuff?
I'm very happy about what you did.
Me too.
Tomorrow I'll start looking for an apartment.
With a balcony like yours.
It'd be great, right?
You like balconies, right? Me too.
But if there's no balcony,
I was thinking…
maybe I'll get a place on a higher floor.
We could stargaze through the window.
I'm sure one day we'll have our own apartment.
Right, hot stuff?
Hot stuff?
You're sleeping?
He couldn't possibly want you to be his new picture-perfect family, right?