Hi.
What a surprise.
I have a favor to ask.
Gersinho's birthday party is on Sunday.
He really wants you to come. Can you make it?
Okay. I'll talk to Ruth.
September Mornings
I'm taking this one.
And this one. How much is that gonna be?
We also need eggs to make donut holes.
Gersinho, it's your birthday, not Cassandra's.
Sure. Okay. Will 40 cover it?
20… 30…
Yeah, this too.
I got it.
Have you decided what you want on your birthday?
Now that your mom's rich, you can have whatever you want.
Money.
Money? What are you gonna buy?
Whatever I want.
All right. Fair enough.
Next!
Can't do, honey.
-I promise I'll bring the rest next week. -I'm no credit card.
-Do me a favor. -Same deal for everyone.
Pay a fine, or find a new place to live.
-You know that. -How much is the fine?
It'll be about… 1,200.
C'mon, the fine is 200?
Even the banks have lower interest.
Fine.
Thanks a lot.
Next!
Gersinho, if she really liked the records, she wouldn't have sold them.
Get something for you, a ball, a pair of shoes…
She sold them here. Yeah.
-Hi. -Hi.
Here. Brazilian singers.
-Here. -Oh, no.
Eighty reals for an old record?
You should get this one for 20 reals.
-Cassi's gonna love it. -I don't think so.
Look. We're taking this one. We want the one with "Manhãs de Setembro".
Do you have the big one?
Vanusa from '73.
It's a classic.
I sold it.
I'll sell these for 100.
It's 50 on the Internet.
Then buy them there.
You don't have a credit card, and neither does your mom.
Come on, mister. Help him out.
-What about 80 reals? Cash. -85.
-Deal. -Deal.
-Do you have any change? -No.
-Do you have 5 reals to help your buddy? -No.
Looks like it'll be 80.
All right. Thanks.
-Need a bag? -It's a gift.
Then here's the bag.
-Thanks. -Thank you. Bye.
Bye.
I'm sorry about Ivana.
She parties at my place without telling me. It sucks.
I got divorced to be with you. To marry you.
You broke up because your marriage sucked. Don't you like things now?
We need to make the most of what we have now.
We can meet at your place, at my place. During the day… Right?
We could go on vacation together.
-Vacation? -Cassi.
We could go to Recife,
Porto de Galinhas, have caipirinhas on a raft.
Sweetie, I can't afford bread, how could I afford a raft
It's on me, my love.
I don't even have a swimsuit.
Aren't there sharks there?
Yeah, but not exactly there. I'll protect you.
Then I'm gonna buy a swimsuit.
And do something about your roommate. Things have to change.
I'm just terrible at that.
I know that.
Do you wanna a ride?
TIP JAR - THANKS!
Roberta, look at this.
These are all the tips I got? Is this right?
Yeah, if you're a grumpy bartender.
Hey…
Wanna come to Gersinho's party?
Me, at a children's party, bitch?
Come on, there'll be beer.
I can have beer here.
C'mon, a better argument to convince me.
Cake, coxinha… Do you need more?
No.
Oh, Roberta…
I'm nervous, you know? I'm feeling weird.
Look. He's your son.
Go. Have a piece of cake, drink your beer. That's it.
What about the gift?
Holy shit, the gift. I forgot to buy it.
You should buy one. Birthday parties are for gifts.
Then I gotta go.
Get some rest.
Rest, Roberta? Really? I have to make ends meet.
Now I have three worries.
My bike's installment, my rent, and the kid's present.
At 4:00 a.m.?
-The streets are bustling now. -Only on dating apps.
Stop making fun of me, bitch. Bye. Have a nice day.
See you, Bê.
-Take care, all right? -My eyes are on you, darling.
Hey. My party starts at 3:00 p.m. tomorrow.
But if you want, you can come earlier. Love you, bye.
-Who wants some? -I do.
-Me too. -Me too.
-Where's your cup, Denise? -Here.
-Ta-da! -Oh, man.
-Is this me? -Yeah.
I think you'd look great with colorful hair.
Wow, this is cool. Thanks!
Look, Mom. Grazy made this.
This is beautiful. Look, guys. So cute.
Look at that. Tarsila do Amaral.
Who's that?
I'll take you to see her paintings at MASP.
-All right. -She's talented. Did she take after you?
I can barely paint my nails.
It's amazing, Grazy. Beautiful.
Sign it or it won't be worth much when you're famous.
That's true.
-It must be Cassandra. -Thanks, Mom.
What are you doing here?
-Isn't today your birthday? -Cassandra invited us.
-Welcome! -Happy birthday.
Ruth, you look great! I missed you!
-I hope you like it. -We brought cake.
Last year he didn't have one, now he has two.
Mom, I know I don't have a dad, but… What about a lost grandfather?
No. I'm your grandfather, your father, your uncle…
Your mom, your sister… Everything.
These are my uncles.
Mr. Lourenço, we've heard a lot about you.
Nice to meet you. I'm Aristides.
This is Décio, my husband.
-Nice to meet you. -I play with Cassi.
-I'm Ruth. -Gersinho's gorgeous grandma.
-The one who made that wonderful barreado? -Exactly.
-It was delicious. -Make yourselves at home.
-Thank you. -We have food over here.
What would you like to drink?
-Thanks. -Champagne or soda?
Has Cassandra arrived?
Not yet.
She'll be here soon.
Happy birthday to you on this wonderful day
May you ever be happy May you live long
Happy birthday to you on this wonderful day
May you ever be happy May you live long
-All or nothing for Gersinho? -All!
-Then let's sing it! -Yeah!
Go wild! Go wild!
It's time! It's time!
Ra-tim-bum!
Hey.
I'm sorry.
I was on my way here, and I got a new delivery.
It's okay.
Bye, honey.
-Just got off work? -Can you believe it?
-I do. -Bye, Gersinho.
I'm gonna help my mom clean up.
-Okay. -Bye.
You screwed up, Auntie.
I know, Grazy.
He'll soon forget it.
See you.
-Bye, Grazy. -Bye.
-I screwed up, right? -Well, you're here now.
Better late than never.
-How are you? -Hey there.
-How are you, Cassandra? -Hey.
Jesus Christ…
Finally, huh?
Look, Gersinho kept these for you. He wouldn't let anyone eat them.
You fucked up.
-Who wants more? -I'll have some.
Cassandra.
How are you?
How do you like the donut holes? They were hard to make.
They're a bit cold, Dad.
But they're delicious.
So…
Was he happy to see you?
We both were.
Thank you.
For inviting me and Ruth.
For allowing us to be a part of this.
Thank you.
It's important to him.
We're gonna stay at my cousin's place in Tatuapé.
-Ari, I'm gonna open another one. -Careful.
How about lunch tomorrow?
Great idea. Let's do it.
-Do you wanna come? -Yeah, let's go.
Of course!
I can go on my lunch break. We should go to Ivaldo's restaurant!
-The food is great. -Who is Ivaldo?
It won't work, Leide. I can't go tomorrow.
-Oh, that's too bad. -I love that place.
You gotta eat sometime.
-That's right. -You gotta have lunch.
Cassandra, there's got to be more to life.
But I don't hold grudges. So here's my tip…
The kitchen is the perfect place to have peace.
And there's cold beer in the fridge.
Excuse me.
We'll pick him up from school.
You shouldn't eat fried food, Lourenço.
Are you leaving?
In a bit.
I wish you could stay more.
You want me to stay?
I'll stay.
-I'll go get something. Wait here. -Okay.
Gersinho!
They didn't have a big version of the white dress record. So I got this.
I wrote a dedication.
"To Cassandra, from Gersinho."
Can I ask you something?
Wanna stay at my place tonight?
Yeah.
Is that my gift?
Just half of it.
The other half is a surprise.
Okay. I'm gonna tell my mom.
Turns out the little brat isn't so bad.
-Did you like the donut holes? -What?
Did you like the donut holes?
They were delicious.
Where are you taking me?
You're gonna meet my family today.
I hope Roberta lets you stay. A bar isn't a place for children.
She might allow it since it's your birthday.
-Hi. -My goodness!
What're you doing here at this hour with this gorgeous, underaged kid?
Today's Gersinho's birthday, guys.
-Congratulations! -Happy birthday!
He wanted to see me sing. Will you accompany me, Rô?
Anything for you, honey. Being a bartender is just your side gig!
Come over, sluts. This is Gersinho!
-Cassandra's son. -Nice to meet you, honey.
-Shall we get a cake? -We need a cake!
Look at him. He looks like his mom.
-Stop it. He took after his godmother. -I'll go change. Watch him for me.
Hey, don't worry. As his godmother, I'll look after him.
Hey. Your stepfather's here.
-Good evening. -Good evening.
There are so many songs in our lives...
That are important to us. And today's a very special day.
It's my son's birthday.
I dedicate this song to you, Gersinho.
Nice!
It's called "Mudanças".
It's a song by Vanusa, my favorite singer.
Hope you like it. Happy birthday.
Today I will change
Scavenge my drawers
Throw away feelings
And foolish resentments
Clean out the closet
Remove moths and cobwebs
And anguish from my mind
Stop suffering
For such little things
I'll no longer be a girl
And will become a woman
Today I will change
Muster all my courage
Commit to what I believe in
Unafraid to be who I am
Sing and dance out of habit
I won't have dark corners
In which to hide my secrets
Stop saying "I have no time for the life..."
"...screaming deep inside"
I'll free myself
Today I will change
Get out of myself And stop using just my heart
Condemn my failures no more
Undo my ties
Bind the bonds of reason
I'll fly free with all my flaws
So that I can release my rights
And not demand from life
Neither directions Nor decisions
Today I must change
Dividing in time and add to the wind
All the things I once dreamed of achieving
For I'm a woman like any other
With doubts and solutions
Rights and wrongs Love and hatred
As smooth as a seagull
And fierce as a lioness
A realist and a dreamer
By nature
But independent by opinion
Because I'm a woman
With all the contradictions
And I must change
I must change
I will change
RECIPIENT NOT FOUND
Who is Aparecida Silveira?
Your grandma.
How old were you when she left?
I was four.
It was me who walled myself in and guarded myself outside
You never tried to find her?
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…
-Good afternoon. -Good afternoon.
Is this Aparecida Silveira's home?
Who's asking?
Her daughter.
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
Come in.
It was me who in spring saw neither flowers
Nor sun
On September mornings