Just a moment!
-Go on. -I have to pee.
The trip took 10 hours. Can you believe it?
There was a truck drivers protest leaving Morretes.
The traffic jam arriving in São Paulo was awful.
How are you, Leide?
Listen, you dad didn't charge anything for fixing the car.
-Don't start. -Cassandra!
You left me in the middle of nowhere,
and I can't say anything?
Where is it, son?
Grandpa sent this to you.
Put it there.
Do you know what it means for him to keep that for so long?
I get it, okay?
You have a bad relationship with your dad.
But that was uncalled for.
Leide, didn't I text you?
Didn't I? What else do you want?
What is that?
A delicious meal that your stepmother gave us.
Grandpa took me fishing where he used to take you.
I'm exhausted.
Leide…
I spoke to Décio and Ari.
They said you can go move back there.
At their place? No way, Cassandra.
It's better than here.
You got your own room there. It's spacious.
I thought we'd live here.
Why?
I don't know.
I thought so.
Cassandra… Let us stay a little while.
Only until I get my life together.
A little while? Did you forget last time?
Décio is fine.
But Ari is angry at me. He doesn't want to see me.
-You stole from the church. -I didn't!
I took some clothes that were going to charity.
No one even noticed that.
You know what?
Ari wants you to move back.
He's so soft that he felt guilty for kicking you out.
Take this chance.
Don't screw this up.
I don't wanna live in the car.
Okay. All right.
I'll let them know you're moving back.
Get your things, Gersinho. We got stuff to do.
I'll get you tomorrow.
-Help me. -Hi, Ari.
Take this one.
They're going back.
They should be there in about 20 minutes.
-See you. -Bye, Cassandra. See you. Thank you.
Don't mention it. Bye.
Cassandra,
that's a Pandora's box. It's full of curses.
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Oh, Mom…
SEPTEMBER MORNINGS
Sometimes, bad things become good things.
Like what?
Like, if you'd done well in the math tournament,
you'd be at a private school.
But now you're here.
I thought we'd live with Cassandra when we got back.
Do what Enzo did.
-Who's Enzo? -Enzo.
He sits next to Débora. His parents separated.
He stays at his dad's once a week.
Ask him how that works and talk to Cassandra.
I don't know.
Come on.
I was thinking…
Not long ago, you had no dad, just like me.
Now, you have Cassandra and a grandpa.
Think of all the birthday gifts you'll get.
Good point.
Let's talk to Enzo.
Be careful. This will cut anything.
Thanks.
Just waiting for Décio to return from the supermarket
with the ingredients so I can start.
If this Barreado is indeed good,
we can sell lunch boxes of it at the church.
I promise I'll stay away from the clothes.
I got three padlocks and a very thick chain.
Ari, thank you.
If the lunch box idea works out,
Gersinho and I can move out and leave you alone.
Maybe I'll even rent a place.
It'll work out.
Save that for later. It's expensive here.
Think about that later, okay?
Carolina would say,
"Eventual problems will be resolved eventually."
All right.
Wow, guys!
I was at the square.
There was a mime giving a great performance.
I almost came to get you.
Seriously, he did a bird with his hands like…
Décio, where are the groceries?
What?
The ingredients for the Barreado.
Holy shit.
I got distracted watching the guy
and forgot about the groceries.
Get used to it, Leide.
Wait, Ari. We can go there real quick.
-Hold on. -What is it?
-It's there, right? -Here's the shopping list.
-And the money? -Yes.
All right.
-I'll be back. -Thanks.
Bye.
You can put a washing machine out here.
And in here, look. A four-burner stove,
-a small table here. -Very nice space.
This stays here?
Yes, that stays in the kitchen. And it's solid wood.
-It won't get termites? -Nope.
It's termite-resistant.
Look, Roberto, do you have furnished apartments to show?
Ready to move into.
They're more expensive. You might not like it.
I forgot that moving is such a pain.
-My goodness. -Yeah.
-But this view at that price… -Dad?
Hey, Ivana! Come on in!
-Sorry I'm late. -That's okay.
My daughter.
I'm Roberto.
-Nice to meet you. -Come here.
What do you think? Nice view, right?
I don't know. I thought you'd get at least a one-bedroom.
How will I sleep over?
I hadn't thought about that.
I have several one-bedroom options.
Do you have an e-mail?
Let me give you my business card.
I'm sorry, honey. The truth is…
I left these things to your mom.
It's about time you learned.
But what about tonight?
-Are we still on? -Of course.
Here you go, Roberto Realtor.
-My e-mail and cell number. -Thanks.
-Okay. -Thanks.
-Thank you. -See you.
-God damn it. -What's wrong?
All the meats have to be added at the same time.
-It's gonna work. -It is.
You're adding your personal touch.
That's right!
-And a touch of… -You're just like me.
-Why? -Look at the mess.
Ari says that my presence in the kitchen
is like a nuclear blast.
We already added salt, Décio.
-Really? -Yeah, it's all in here.
We're all set.
And… Ta-da!
-What now? -We wait.
-Then let's wait. -It'll be a while.
-Really? Okay. -Just leave it there.
Were you always a musician?
Ever since I was a little boy.
I spent my life playing in bars,
getting on the road, recording at studios…
But I'm kind of retired now. I only play with Cassi.
That's a gift I wish I had. I'm awful…
-Hi. -Guys…
What a mess!
I told you.
At least it smells good.
Why are you here? Don't you have a soundcheck?
What time is it?
-I forgot today's Monday! -Oh, Décio.
-Oh, my God. -Go!
-I'm leaving. -Bye.
So absent-minded.
Let's go.
-See you, guys. -Bye.
Hi.
Shall we go?
So?
Did you like going fishing?
-Kind of. -I never liked it.
Girls weren't allowed which was absurd.
Why is fishing for men only?
I felt sorry for the fish.
Me too.
What did your mom think?
I don't know.
Grandpa told me that she left when you were little.
-Hi, Gersinho! -Hi!
Hi, this is my mom.
-Hey, Grazy. Hello. -Hi.
-Nice to meet you. I'm Denise. -Likewise. I'm Cassandra.
They talk a lot about you.
Hey, Gersinho, Grazy told me you were selected for a math tournament.
That's so cool!
Mom, he didn't win the contest.
Well, never mind then.
You should visit us sometime.
Sure, let's do that.
But during the day. Mom works in the evening.
She works during the day.
-We'll find a way. -Okay.
-Okay, then. Bye. -Bye.
-Nice meeting you. -Bye, Gersinho!
It was me who walled myself in and guarded myself outside
It was me who shielded myself in indifference
It was me who turned an afternoon into a time of sorrow
It was me who managed to stay and leave
I have been forgotten
It was me...
It was me who felt good In the cold night
And in loneliness, all by myself It was me
It was me who in spring saw neither flowers
Nor sun
On September mornings
I want to go out I want to speak up
I want to teach the neighbor to sing
I want to go out I want to speak up
I want to teach the neighbor to sing
On September mornings
In the mornings...
-Won't you come in? -I can't.
I have a lot of deliveries to make. I'm singing tonight.
Can I ask you something?
Gersinho… If it's about your grandpa,
or Morretes, I don't like to talk about that.
No, it's something else.
I wanted to know if I could stay over with you sometimes.
It happens when the parents are divorced.
That's when married people get divorced which is not the case with Leide and me.
I'm picking you up from school sometimes.
So… We're gonna see each other a lot.
Will you come tomorrow?
We'll see.
Go on. Call me if you need anything, okay?
-Okay. -Bye.
Thanks.
Dad, I found apartments close to your job.
Wow, sweetie.
I told you apps are better.
No. I mean, yeah.
I was actually thinking about something else.
About what?
Not long ago I was heating your baby bottle,
and now here I am pouring you a beer.
As if I'd never had a beer.
It'll be the first with me.
For real, this place is great.
Don't tell your mom I brought you here.
Obviously, Dad. I won't do that to Mom.
So how is it?
I'm not sure.
The meat is kind of hard.
It's like a beef stew.
Relax, Leide. You have to walk before you run.
We have to make sure it's good before selling it.
Yeah.
Ari… I'm sorry for being so direct,
but don't you worry about Décio's mannerisms?
Décio's mannerisms?
Yeah, you know…
Things he forgets, his memory…
Don't worry. That's just how he is.
Right.
I just think it got worse.
Well, maybe I'm imagining things.
Forget it.
Gersinho! Dinner's ready!
Gosh, I'm starving.
Hey, where are your manners?
So?
Is it good?
It's good.
Like… It's not like Grandma Ruth's.
But it's good.
It's good, Leide.
That's not good enough. It's got to be delicious.
Maybe if you keep it a bit longer under pressure,
it might be amazing.
I might just give up this idea.
Give up? It takes time.
You should think of a name for your business.
Really?
Like, "Leide's Lunch Boxes", for instance.
Or "Leide Lunches."
"Leide Lunches"? Kind of weird, right?
Sounds like "Lady Lunches". I don't know.
"Leide's Lunch Boxes", right?
-Sounds good. -Right?
All right, then.
Good evening.
Thank you so much. Good evening, and welcome.
Tonight we're playing a song we've never played before here.
It's a song by Milton Nascimento and Fernando Brant.
And Vanusa, my muse, has her own version of this song.
It's called Travessia. I hope you enjoy it.
All right, sis!
That stage's yours!
When you went away
My life turned into night
I might be strong but it's no use
Tonight I have to cry
My house is not my home
And this place is not my own
Here. First-aid.
No more singing Vanusa, Roberta.
I can't take it anymore.
Think it over, honey.
My mom didn't even like her.
What matters is that you do.
Cassandra, look at me.
Look at me.
Now is not the time for an existential crisis.
The house is packed. They're all waiting for you.
It's showtime.
Get back out there.
Go.
That's just like you.
Cassandra!
Singing my heart out on the road
I don't ever wanna stop
I follow a hard stone path,
How can I even dream?
Dreams made out of breeze
Wow, Dad. She's great.
Are swept in the wind
I shall end all my sorrow
I shall end my own life
I keep going through life
Forgetting all about you
I no longer crave for death
CASSANDRA sings Vanusa
I have so much to live for
I want to fall in love again
And if I don't I shall not suffer
I'm done dreaming
Now I build...
You can't let something idiotic
a hillbilly said change everything that you've always believed in.
Singing my heart out on the road
I don't ever wanna stop
I follow a hard stone path
How can I even dream?
Dreams made out of breeze
Are swept in the wind
I shall end all my sorrow
I shall end my own life
Translation by Larissa Inoue
Creative Supervisor