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NETFLIX PRESENTS
I'mma tear it up Tear it up with a bang
I'mma tear up all your joy
I'mma tear up your happiness
I'mma tear up this hood And the entire town
I'mma tear it up Until you go nuts
IMPACT SOUND
I'mma tear it all up And tear you up too
Oh, dear Lord!
What demon has taken over you?
-Yes, great. -What's up?
-Wasn't that awesome? -No--
I'd say you tore it up.
Maybe you want to snap out of that
or see a neurologist because something is wrong.
What's happening? How do we switch you off?
So tell me, you're buying it? Because--
No, I have to try another.
-I've got to try-- -Don't try that!
There's no need, no. I'll give you a 10% discount…
What?
I'm the customer.
Absolutely.
I want to test it out!
Dear Lord!
Wally?
-You're okay? -Yeah, I'm great.
Couldn't be better. I work for a great company, right?
Look. "Employee of the month."
I work from Monday to Monday,
Saturdays, Sundays, no holidays,
listening to great music all day long.
If another rapper walks in, I'll shove a mic up his ass.
Calm down.
Let's split the work. You seem nervous.
-It'd be great, I like that. -Great.
I'll help those girls out and you help the next customer.
No, for God's sake, Otaviano.
You help that Satanist, I'll help those penguins there, please.
-Are you sure? -Positive.
-That's your call, okay? -Thank you.
-Good luck. -Yeah, you too.
The peace of the Lord.
How are you, God's wives? How can I help you?
All right, my friend. What are you looking for?
I'm looking for something that reflects my art,
a keyboard, a piano…
Oh, a piano?
What is your musical style?
-My style is more classic. -Classic?
I'm currently studying Claude Debussy.
Debussy? Debussy is beautiful!
Listen, this piano…
We have many acoustic and electric guitars…
Wow, you play amazingly, man.
-Excuse me. -Yes?
Sir, I don't think you understand the kind of instrument we're looking for.
Oh, are you after a piano, an organ,
or something like a harp, angelical and church-like?
No, wait. Who said we go to church?
Well, that's kind of…
You're dressed as nuns.
She always--
We're not nuns, man.
-Oh, you're not? -No.
Funny how everything points that way.
Well, we are the Hell Sisters!
Dear Lord, what's happening?
Isn't it cool and shocking?
Very much so. My underwear will agree.
We want to test that equipment.
No, I can guarantee it's good quality.
-Turn it on. -Not that one.
Don't do that, please. Hey! All the way up?
-All right, girls! -Guys, please.
-Let's kick ass. -Please.
-One, two, three, four! -My God!
Walter? Wally? What happened?
Walter? Where are you?
Wally? What happened?
Wally, talk to me!
All right.
-Oh, man… -Get up slowly.
Oh, man…
Doctor, what's wrong with me?
Your condition is not good, Walter.
I'm gonna die. I told you, honey.
I'm at death's door.
Oh, my God.
Honey, no one dies of stress.
I just wanted to see my beautiful daughter grow up.
Dad, I'm 21 years old.
Could anyone feel sorry for me, please?
I'm at death's door, right?
-Am I not dying? -No.
-See? -Oh, great.
Not yet.
Walter, listen.
Your nerves are very weak.
They're like billions of ropes, ready to break at any time.
Any noise could be fatal.
Okay, but what kind of noise?
Any noise, any kind of stress.
Walter, you could collapse.
Your heart could just stop beating.
God, this is just perfect.
Here's what I'll do. I'll prescribe a sedative.
Honey, there's a pill for it.
And a defibrillator.
A defibrillator? What for?
Sorry, Doctor. It's to apply a current to your heart.
-But it's not really-- -Wait. Dad's not an idiot.
Daddy knows what it is.
Dad doesn't wanna use it. I don't like shocks.
I even hate the tiny static shocks.
I'm never barefoot to avoid building static.
That zap annoys me.
-Honey. -Yes?
Is it really necessary?
Unfortunately, yes.
Ideally, you should find a new job, a new life, and a different city.
Can you afford that?
We have our condo, and we've saved up some money.
I'm a financial consultant. I can work from home.
We've always dreamed of having a house in the countryside.
I know, but I don't want to leave our baby behind.
Dad, I've moved out already.
And I fully support your move.
No, too many changes. Very drastic changes.
Is it really necessary, Doctor?
Dad…
As soon as possible.
WELCOME TO QUIET NEIGHBORHOOD
MOVERS OUTTA HERE
FOR SALE
-Honey! -Ouch.
Dear Lord, what's happening?
Walter?
Walter, are you okay?
Where's this coming from?
-Relax, honey. -I can't.
My God.
It's awful!
-I'm not fine. -Relax.
Relax, honey. Breathe.
Well, we can just…
What?
You think they'll hear the doorbell with this noise?
What?
You really think they'll hear the doorbell with all this noise?
Don't yell at me, I could die. I'm sick.
Guys, what's all the commotion?
We are your new neighbors.
Joana. Pleased to meet you.
I'm Walter. The pleasure is all hers.
You're the ones who moved next door?
That's amazing! Nice to meet you.
-My name is Kelly Christina. -Pleasure.
And this is Maggie.
She is my baby, the youngest one of the family.
She's a baby. Say hi to them, Maggie.
"Hi, guys. Nice to meet you. My name is Maggie."
-Maggie, let's take them to meet Daddy? -Ouch.
"Yes, Mommy. Let's take them."
All right, baby.
Isn't she pretty? Take a look.
Oh, she's funny.
Come on in, guys.
Come in, make "yourselfes" at home.
That hurt in obscure places. "Make 'yourselfes' at home."
Honey!
Don't mind the mess, guys.
-Wow, your home is so-- -Beautiful, right?
How long have you lived here?
Oh, we've been here for a long time.
We were out of town. We came back "yesterday night."
"Yesterday night." Yes, we've noticed that.
We spent three months visiting my mom,
all the way in Itaquaporanga.
-Have you ever visited? -No.
It's upstate São Paulo.
Forgive me, sometimes my accent just comes out.
-Out of the blue. I have no idea why. -Right.
But Tony, my husband,
he's from Rio de Janeiro like you.
-Are you from Rio? -We're from planet Earth.
Because she isn't.
Guess where Tony and I met?
-Where? -You won't believe it.
At a party. You know where? On Caras' island.
Caras!
Guess when.
When I won the Miss Persimmon pageant!
MISS PERSIMMONS
My God, did you see that? Look. The most charmless fruit there is.
-Do you like persimmons? -I love them.
How about "Simon"?
What a bad joke.
Stop yelling!
Excuse me?
It's a joke! Walter likes to make jokes.
-It's a joke, you know? -I see.
I almost believed that, you big trickster. Okay, let's talk about my picture.
What year was this?
This picture was taken in
19… doesn't matter when.
Stop yelling, for God's sake!
Excuse me?
Another joke.
-He's a prankster, I told you. -My God!
Tony is gonna love you.
He will adore you.
Guys, come on in.
Come, he's gonna love you.
Tony!
Honey, please! You can't come into someone's home and offend them.
But they can barge into my ear with a samba school?
-Did you take your pills? -I brought them.
-I'll take one. -Let's be nice.
-Be reasonable. -I think I'm dying.
-You're not dying. -I'll just take four.
Come in, guys!
Why is she yelling? I hate people who yell!
It's like there's a samba school here!
Of course not. Don't be so dramatic.
Imagine, a samba school…
…the land of joy and propolis
That's why I sing Hail, hail, Joaquinópolis
Tony, honey!
Those are the new neighbors!
What's up, neighbors!
Guys, let's take five, have some meat,
some barbecue, some loins, and wet the whistle.
I already miss Kelly.
Come, neighbor. Have some meat.
-Are you happy? -"Happy" doesn't quite cut it.
Do you have the entire samba school rehearsing?
No, of course not.
Oh, good to hear.
Just half of it.
Guys, speaking of which…
Attention, brothers!
Monday is gonna be epic!
I want everyone here next week. Bring anyone you want!
I'm gonna die.
Tony conducts the drum section.
Conductor, composer,
creative director, I play every instrument,
I run rehearsals, I do everything.
-Everything. -That's precious.
-Did you really say that? -What did you expect?
Hey, can I get you some meat?
Loin, sirloin, round, brisket or chuck?
Kelly'll have a sausage.
-I haven't had sausage in a while. -That's not what he meant.
It was a joke. Now I look bad.
Oh, honey…
Yeah.
They gave me sugarcane brandy?
-Wally! -Yeah?
Come.
Let me introduce you to my mother, Mrs. Nono.
-Here you go. -How are you, ma'am?
Nice to meet you, son.
What did she say?
Make yourselves at home.
I can't hear anything she's saying.
I think he's deaf.
No, he's not deaf, Mom! He's just simple-minded.
-Simple-minded. -"Simple-minded," really?
But we'll soon get used to him, Mom.
Let's eat.
What's your samba school called?
The Joaquinópolis Union.
It's in the second division.
God willing, we'll be in the first next year.
We'll rehearse every day if we have to.
-Is that necessary? -It's the championship.
I just had an idea. Why don't you find a warehouse to rehearse?
We used to rehearse in the school's warehouse.
I don't know why, but the neighbors started complaining.
People are just crazy.
What could be wrong with that, tell me?
I can't see anything wrong.
The previous owner didn't complain?
You guys didn't hear?
-No one told you? -Told us what?
Agenor killed himself.
How did he do it?
He let out the gas and stuck his head in the oven.
He only left a cryptic note.
"Silence, at last."
Ain't that deep, Kelly?
Too deep!
What did he mean by that?
You really don't get it?
Was he looking for silence inside the oven?
-I can explain to them. -No.
Come with me, Wally. I'll show you something cool.
Come on, Mr. Dyed Mustache.
-He cuts close fast, doesn't he? -Just go with it.
Come on, Wally.
I don't bite. Come over here.
These are my pets, Wally.
I have a lot of pets, but I like the birdies the most.
Actually, I have a birdie I've raised since it was teeny weeny.
If you catch my drift.
This is my silent corner.
But why so many pets?
They were at my in-laws'. We brought them yesterday.
I'm sorry, I didn't hear you. Your rooster made me deaf.
You know who that is? That's Zico, my alarm clock.
-But he's a bit off. -I noticed.
He crows all day long.
-Do you like birds? -Yes, with potatoes.
We have so many pets.
We have dogs, a cat.
We have a parrot, parakeets, hamsters.
Can you do me a favor? I will sweep and replace the sand.
If Kelly sees I didn't do it, she kills me.
Help me out, Wally.
Hold this.
Just be careful with Rondinelli.
-Who's Rondinelli? -Careful with Rondinelli!
Hey, Rondinelli! Get out of there!
Rondinelli, you bad dog!
You almost got Wally!
Almost? There's poop on my mustache.
Dad!
Listen, Pedro. You need to watch Rondinelli.
It's your dog after all.
Get out of my face, Dad!
-He ate poop! -The boy has a strong personality.
You mean "ill-mannered." Let me ask you. What's this brush?
Don't worry, it's clean. It's Rondinelli's brush.
Hey, Petkovic!
Tell everyone, what's the best team in the world?
-Say it. -Flamengo.
Let's go home, it's late.
Honey, they have a bunch of pets.
I know, many pets.
We're leaving.
What's that smell?
I may have accidentally stepped on cat poop.
Did you step on it with your face?
Can we forget this and go home? I don't feel like explaining.
Check this out. Hey, Petkovic. He does it with me too.
Petkovic, hold on. Let me just get some food.
Look.
-Oh, no. -Oh, Tony!
You know that makes me nervous. Stop.
Don't be silly, Kelly!
-Come on. -I don't like it.
A child could do it. Right, Wally?
-It's Walter. -Wanna give it a go, Wally?
I'd rather not.
You do that with birds, not with parrots.
Well, what are parrots?
Come on, Dad. Older people don't have courage.
You're so funny. Funny kind of guy.
"Let me just make fun of this man I just met."
It's about hygiene, not age.
I don't want to catch a disease. Let's go.
-What? -Hold on!
You're saying my animals carry diseases?
Animals are always sniffing around--
Listen to me, Wally. Take a good look at us.
We are humble, but we are clean. Right, Kelly Christina?
Very clean. Wanna take a sniff? Sniff my pits! Sniff, baby.
Sniff Mommy. She even licks them.
If they inspect us, what will they find?
Not even a bit of grime.
-Grime! -Let's be clear.
We've all been vaccinated,
we're loved and parasite-free.
Guys, let me explain it to you.
Walter didn't mean it like that.
His grandmother raised him. He's borderline--
Borderline?
Is that how you help me? Know what? Give me that parrot.
-I'll do it. -Keep quiet. He gets scared.
I have to keep it down? Give me that.
Is this what you want to see?
Just don't stick your tongue out. Don't stick your tongue out, Wally!
No!
Help me save Petkovic.
Honey!
Let him go!
Let go, Petkovic!
Let go!
Let go, Petkovic!
Let go! Pull!
-Pull! -Petkovic!
Let go!
He really is simple-minded.
Honey, how are you feeling? How's your tongue?
-What do you think? -Try not to speak.
Even if I wanted, I can't.
-Hearing you like this makes me nervous. -It makes you nervous?
It's curious that you're nervous. I'll tell you what happened to me.
A dog threw cat poop on my face.
My face smells like cat poop.
A parrot stretched my tongue all the way here.
Then, they threw water on me, a whole bucket of water on me.
We are doomed.
Totally. Do you realize that?
Honey, I can't understand. Can you hold your tongue and repeat it?
My tongue has been disjointed.
Let me explain, that's not possible. The tongue has no joints.
You can't disjoint it.
You didn't understand anything, but you heard "disjointed"?
Way to go, Joana.
Dear Lord!
Listen. They started again.
-I can't take this anymore. -Breathe, honey. Calm down.
Breathe. Yes. Calm down.
Listen to me.
I talked to Kelly, we got along.
-You did? -We got along.
She said she'll talk to Tony.
But the rehearsal will take two hours.
-What? -You have to be strong.
-Two hours? -Promise you'll be strong?
I promise.
That's why I sing Hail, hail, Joaquinópolis
Why is he screaming, "Hail, hail"? Why does he have to yell?
Breathe. Try not to speak and relax. I'm getting your pills.
I have a deviated septum. I breathe through my mouth.
-I know, honey. -Look.
Calm down.
-You're so cute. -Right?
Relax, try to get some sleep.
-He just repeats that. -It's all right.
It's all right, lie down. I'll go get your pills, okay?
-Okay. -Get some rest, honey.
This song never ends, Joana.
Hail, hail, Joaquinópolis
-That's right! Let's do this! -I'm screwed.
-All night long! -I'm screwed.
Kill me now.
See you next time. Thanks for coming.
You should bring some ladies next time.
Let's do something great, all right?
See you later. Thanks.
Finally.
Honey, you can relax now.
What? Where did he go?
Walter?
Walter, where are you?
Walter?
Oh, God…
Where-- Walter?
Oh, dear Lord.
Are you-- Walter?
What's that? The voice of an angel?
No, honey. It's me, Joana.
No, it's a man's voice.
Joana, I can hear my own thoughts and my own voice.
How great is it? No more music.
Your tongue has recovered.
-Yeah. -Right?
Now, you'll go upstairs to take a nice long nap.
I'll bring you some milk, okay?
Everything is all right. I'm right here.
Thank you.
Hello.
Today, I'm going to help you
achieve your dream of a calm and peaceful retirement.
What the…
How do I turn this off? Dear Lord!
What's this noise?
Walter!
Walter?
Walter!
-Are you okay? You need your pills? -I don't want any pills.
I want to know what's all this noise now.
Dear Lord!
My God!
I can't believe this. The neighbor's kid plays drums!
-Calm down, honey! -Calm down, my ass!
I'm done, no more being nice. I'll fix this my way.
-Who the hell are you? -Come on.
I was here earlier. Show some respect, kid.
Mom, the man who ate the cat poop is here!
I didn't eat any cat poop.
Dad said you did.
Your dad lied to you.
-Who is it, Pedro? -God.
-You did. -I didn't.
You did.
Hi, Wally! You're back!
How are you? Go to your room.
How are you, dear?
Oh, Wally. How are you?
Not sure. Did the trophy room explode?
Let me tell you something… It's Walter.
I came to ask your son to stop playing the drums.
Why? Never.
He loves to play drums.
And it's such a beautiful "precussion" instrument.
Percussion.
Right, "precussion."
Percussion.
"Precussion."
Is your husband home?
Tony!
What's up, Wally. Want a drink?
It's Walter.
I didn't come here to drink. I came to demand silence, okay?
Relax, sweetheart.
Want some tea?
What?
Music runs in the family.
-What? -Mom.
Leave him alone. He must be going through a rough patch.
Why don't you go say your prayers?
Excuse me.
Say your prayers loudly.
With all this noise, God may not be able to hear you.
Simple-minded.
Honey, tell your friend, Walter,
that in this house we encourage the arts.
Encourage the arts?
How about origami or water coloring? Does it have to be fucking drums?
Tony, I've had it with this guy. I'll say my piece.
-Let me say it. -I'll say it.
-Let me say it. -Tony!
-You say it. -Listen to me, Wally.
You're absolutely right. I'll take care of it.
-I will. -No--
I can't accept what's been going on in this house.
That's great. We've reached an understanding.
-This ends right now. -Yes.
Arthur!
Shit.
-Yes? -Get over here!
Yes, Papi! What's up, Mr. Walter?
Apologize to Wally.
Apologize? For what?
No need to apologize.
Just stop playing those goddamned drums.
Apologize for playing that crap rock music.
This house belongs to samba, you should be playing samba.
Dad, this again? For real?
That's lame.
You don't understand what the issue is.
Shut up, Wally.
The issue is that João Nogueira's kid plays samba.
Péricles' son plays samba.
Arlindo Cruz's kid plays samba.
And my son plays rock music?
Dad, with all due respect.
-I hate samba. -My God.
Samba brings food to our table. Actually, samba paid for this house.
Samba is the best music in Brazil!
What can I do, Dad? I'm a rocker.
I'm all about rock n' roll!
-I hate Brazilian music. -Don't ever say that again.
-It's a family thing-- -Sit!
That's a family business.
What if he played Brazilian funk?
-What then? -No!
-For God's sake, not funk! -Yes!
-Damn! -I agree with you.
Funk is not even Brazilian.
You don't understand the issue.
There, it's sorted. It's all good.
-Can I go back now? Yes! -Yes, go ahead.
Do not go back to those fucking drums!
Excuse me, Wally?
"Wally," my freaking ass!
I'm losing my shit now.
Sorry, but I've lost it. This is how it will be.
From now on, I want quiet!
Just quiet!
Can we do that?
What I want?
Quiet
What I want?
Walter, did you take your pills?
Honey, I'm gonna die.
-You're not, honey. -I will.
This will end.
It won't.
After this party is over, they'll get a rave going.
No, they can't. You know why?
Because there's a law.
After 10:00 p.m. it's quiet time.
If the party is not over by 10:00 p.m., we'll call the police.
What time is it?
It's 10:15 p.m.
Make the call.
POLICE
This is great. I wish we had popcorn.
Oh, but we do.
-You want some? -Yeah.
What's up, officers? Good morning.
Your ID, please.
Right. Just don't mind my picture.
Don't you think it's too late to be having a party?
It's never too late to party.
This is a gated community.
Right. It's too late for a party.
"Antonio Vilares de Souza."
I recognize this name.
People call me Tony.
Tony from the village?
That's me.
Tony from the Joaquinópolis Union!
What a coincidence, man! We studied together.
Francisco Praxedes.
-Chico Praça? -Yes, Chico Praça!
Come here, give me a hug. I'm your fan, man.
Thanks.
I've got to tell my buddies we met when we were kids.
-I have all your music on my phone. -I have all your music, too.
And this time we'll be in the top tier.
God willing! And I've got the samba track almost ready.
It's in the works. Wanna hear it?
-Yes! -Sing it!
My voice is a smile in my throat
Everybody gets up When I start this samba
I'm from the land of joy and propolis That's why I sing
Hail, hail, Joaquinópolis
-And that's why I sing -Hail, hail, Joaquinópolis
-Yeah! -Amazing!
-Amazing, man! -Oh, man.
How could anyone make a complaint against you?
I don't understand. I've been here for ten years,
and no one ever complained. This is the first time.
Listen… any new neighbors around here?
I saw you there, Wally!
It's not me!
-Why did you say that? -I got carried away.
-Keep your hands up! -Move slowly.
Come out slowly.
We're unarmed.
For the love of God. Our hands are up.
-Good evening, officers. -Good evening.
Did you call us?
-No. -Yes.
-Why are you admitting it? -It's not the issue.
-We didn't agree on a lie. -Then improvise.
-Put it down. -Yes.
What a disappointment, Wally.
I never expected this from you.
We met today. Do you realize that?
How could you report my friend?
Right. Wait, I didn't report your friend.
I reported a neighbor who has no respect for the community.
-Exactly. -And there's more.
I'm all for law and order.
Quiet hours must be respected.
Which is something this gentleman is not doing.
-Preach, honey! -Thanks, honey.
Didn't have to hit me in front of them. I'm not done, and I'll make it clear.
-Yes! -We are both taxpaying citizens.
We pay your salaries.
-Honey, you got carried away. -I got carried away.
I studied Law for one semester,
and now shit's gonna hit the fan.
If you had done your job, which apparently…
My dear Praxedes, Reginaldo, and Madureira,
you are not doing your jobs.
You should, but you don't know how.
-You can't do your job. -Honey--
It's the truth, and you can't handle the truth!
You should now be taking this gentleman to jail
and put an end to this orgy,
this devilish party that's taking place. Understand?
You laid your hand on me.
-No, he didn't! -I did not!
-I didn't. -You did now.
-You see that? -I did!
To avoid any trouble, I'm going back inside.
Whoa.
You smell great. Great looking, guy. What are you doing?
-Move. -Take him.
He's turned into a sheep. Turn around, sheep.
-Move. -Call our lawyer.
-Relax. It will be fine. -Call her, for God's sake.
I'll figure it out.
-Take her too. -Me?
-Me? He put the finger on your face! -Let's go.
-What are you doing? -Don't leave me!
They'll violate me in jail.
Let's drink some yogurt while they rot at the back of the car.
I'm gonna be everyone's bitch.
God, how humiliating. I had never been inside a patrol car before!
-Me neither. -Why did you yell at him?
But it was your fault.
You egged me on, saying, "Yes, honey. Preach."
-I got carried away. -It's my fault?
Why did you touch him?
You saw him pushing his nose towards my finger.
-It was him. -Who cares?
-I'm in handcuffs because of you. -Same.
Get out, lady.
I'm getting out. Be patient, officer. Easy.
This man is the best.
Listen.
For all I care, you'd spend the night in the dungeon.
But he asked us to release you, so you're free.
-All right. Whoa… -Listen.
Never bother my friend again.
I bother him?
-Walter, don't fight. -Okay.
-Don't-- -Wally!
You owe me one.
Let's go home, Joana.
Stay away, you filthy beast!
-What happened, honey? -The neighbor's dog destroyed our garden.
How did it get in?
Damn, what kind of dog does this?
What's up, Wally!
It's not Wally, it's Walter!
I think Rondinelli did a number this time.
It's the largest hole he's ever dug.
The largest?
He was in the fire brigade.
He's trained to dig holes. He digs holes every day.
He used to rescue the bodies of flood victims,
earthquake and tsunami victims. He's trained to dig.
He digs anytime, anywhere. My dog's a hero, Wally.
I don't give a shit about your dog.
You better have this hole filled with cement.
Don't worry, Wally. Buy the cement, and I'll do it.
What the hell are you saying?
You'll have this filled.
And your dog better stay away, or I'll shoot it.
-What the hell, Walter? -With a tranquilizer gun.
But I will shoot.
What's going on, Tony?
Don't tell me that…
-Rondinelli, honey. -I'm so proud.
You can get two Rondinellis through. He's practically an architect.
I think it's the largest hole he's ever dug.
No, honey. Remember the hole he dug to the other neighbor's door?
It was three times more big.
"More big." Ouch.
-It was even more bigger. -Holy moly.
Cool, Dad! Can I use it to get to the other side?
No one is coming to this side, kid!
Whoa!
The tattletale is angry, honey.
-Tattletale? -You called the cops on us, Wally.
-What are you if you call the cops? -A tattletale.
There are too many of us talking through here.
Yeah.
Walter, don't get into a fight. Take this and fill the hole.
Joana, they called me a tattletale.
Let it go. Soon everyone will forget.
Tattletale.
Can I hit the parrot with the shovel?
Tattletale.
Parrots don't respond to this.
That's not a dog. It's a very annoying parrot.
Tattletale.
How about just one blow? Straight to the head.
Tattletale.
-Come in, Kelly Christina! -I'm coming, honey!
Wow, honey. What's that?
I missed you.
Me too. We're in the pool, honey.
Look at that!
Ouch, honey. I got muscle cramps.
-Come to me. -Will they never stop?
-Coming, sexy mama! -Take another pill.
I won't take drugs anymore.
Sounds like Animal Planet.
-I'm done, Joana. -What are you going to do?
What I should've done ages ago.
Walter?
It's too much!
Walter, what is this?
The bazooka I got from the army.
When did you get that?
I knew this day would come. I just knew it.
No, Walter. Don't do it, please!
Just one shot.
Die, Tony, die!
-Die, Tony… -Walter?
-Yes? -Are you okay?
Oh, Joana, why did you wake me up from such a beautiful dream?
Beautiful? You were saying, "Die, Tony, die."
But they didn't hear it.
We did hear you!
You wanna kill our neighbor?
No, I don't want to kill him at all.
That's great.
Could I hire a hitman online? I could. Let me Google it.
Remember, murder is a crime.
But it's in self-defense.
It's him or me. It's been hard.
Walter, you need to accept reality and take your sedatives.
You'll get used to it.
-Oh, will I? -Yes.
You want me to keep using sedatives? I'll show you something.
-The leaflet? -No, read the leaflet.
-That's silly. -Read it. Page two.
Item 4.2. Just read that one, don't mind the rest.
Go on.
"Long-term use may cause drowsiness,
irritability, back pain, itching,
as well as blurred vision at night,
dryness of the mucosa…"
ERECTILE DYSFUNCTION
"Permanent erectile dysfunction"?
"Eternally lying in a splendid cradle."
You'll never see Mr. Gigglestick again.
The warrior with the pink helmet.
He will never fight again.
That's why you should sign this petition my husband and I wrote.
It's urgent. It's imperative.
We need to change the rules of the community.
We can't live like this. This is a place of peace and quiet.
This is not a samba school warehouse where people do whatever they want.
You…
OLD SCHOOL JOAQUINÓPOLIS UNION
We live in a peaceful and quiet community.
A community where silence is a priority.
What should we aim for? Quiet.
Especially for you, who are closer to the other side.
What do we want? We just want peace and quiet.
Nobody deserves all this noise.
And what about our love lives?
I know it's not your case anymore. I myself am winding down a bit.
Because of the noise, you know? We can't always be--
Especially you. You look beat.
But that doesn't matter.
I'd like your signature so we can get them out of here!
How can you live with all that noise and the parties he throws?
How do you do it?
What did he say, Oswaldo?
I don't know, Angelina.
What were you saying, son?
I was saying… You're really deaf, aren't you?
That's why you haven't complained. You can't hear it.
Well, thank you, anyway.
This was of no help at all.
Thank you very much.
All the best, stay safe.
Stay strong. I'm sorry for opening my life to you.
Hi.
Were you bad-mouthing my father?
Me? Come on, no way!
Not at all.
Yes, you were. I heard it.
Actually, little child,
I was just polling the community.
I'm going to tell him.
Don't do that, for the love of God.
Let me tell you. I'm going to buy you an ice cream.
Here's some money, so the problem disappears.
You're trying to bribe me?
You already know what "bribe" means?
Okay, I'm buying two ice creams for you.
You are a disgrace.
You're making me feel bad. You said that with such conviction.
Look… Don't do that. Don't get me any more trouble.
Dad!
Holy Father! Blessed be the child. Come back here, for God's sake!
Oh, crap.
-Joana-- -What the hell?
The neighbor's daughter heard me bad-mouthing him.
-How many signatures did you get? -None. You?
Zilch. But you won't believe what I've found out.
-What? -Everyone likes them.
Impossible. Is everyone deaf?
It's possible. They give away VIP tickets to see the Carnival parade.
They invite people to parties, they lend money to many people.
Loan sharks.
We have to admit, they're nice people!
No, Joana. They're not nice people.
They're rude, loud, and unable to live in society.
Maybe we're the unable ones.
You have a problem with them, not the other way around.
What kind of doorbell is that?
I didn't even know we had a doorbell.
-Get that fixed, I'm begging you. -Wow.
Crap, it's the snitch girl.
-Go talk to them. -He's seen you.
No, he hasn't. You go there.
I saw you!
God!
-I've heard you. -Good afternoon, Mr. Walter.
Oh, you can call me Wally. And you call me Uncle Wawa.
My daughter says she saw you bad-mouthing me to everyone.
What did this snitch… This beautiful girl, this princess,
the most precious thing…
I think she made a mistake. You know how children are.
They hear something… No, I'd never bad-mouth you.
I confirmed it with 15 neighbors.
How did you do that so quickly?
We have a message group. They told me everything.
Yeah, I muted it. Group messages are annoying. Sorry.
Let me tell you something.
I can tell you're here to ruin my peace.
Why don't you-- Listen.
Such a precious girl. Listen to me.
-Your peace? -Yeah.
I want to ruin your peace?
Living here is like living next to Disneyland.
Except Disneyland has working hours.
Not true. We took it easy because of you!
What? You took it easy? How?
We interrupted Sasha's tuba lessons. Tell him, sweetheart.
-That's right, Dad. -And I stopped doing woodwork.
Which is my favorite hobby.
And I have many saws.
I have circular saws, jigsaws…
Thank you. You'll thank me for dropping tuba lessons.
-No one likes the tuba. -Another thing.
I didn't even watch the soccer match.
I didn't invite my friends to celebrate with fireworks to keep it quiet.
Yesterday was my mother-in-law's birthday. We didn't host a party for the family.
Poor Grandma.
You're a disappointment, Walter.
A major disappointment. I opened my heart to you.
-You frequented my home. -I was there once.
-You want war? -No.
Then, you'll have war. Sweetheart?
Get the tuba off the shelf.
All-day tuba lessons.
-Let's go. -Don't play the tuba.
You'll be bullied. No one likes it.
You won't be popular. Have I died and gone to Hell?
Is that it? Is Satan my neighbor?
Have I offended God? Did I pee on the Turin Shroud?
On the count of three. One, two, three. Go!
Why is Dad so far away?
He's having some trouble eating.
Honey, can you hand me the juice?
Walter, not the juice.
-Can I pour you some? -No.
I'm not an invalid. I can pour my own juice.
Please, sweetie, hand me the juice, since your mother refuses.
-Careful, Dad. -Thank you.
-Careful-- -I got it.
I'm not a child. Do I look like one?
Do you see any children here?
Yes, I got it.
Passion fruit sauce. It's good…
It's--
All right, sweetheart. Give it all you got now.
Sasha, let's have lunch!
There.
Lesson's over.
Great.
I'm full now.
I'm full. I'm done.
Joana…
what do we have for dessert?
We have pineapple.
Pineapple?
We have tangerines, too.
Listen, Joana…
We can't go on like this.
Pineapple is not a dessert.
I'm a stressed man.
When I ask for dessert, at the very least, I expect a flan.
Doesn't have to be the best one.
Just any flan.
Perhaps even some papaya cream, some ice cream.
Whatever you want.
What do you want, Joana?
What do I want, Walter?
Yes, what do you want?
Well, what I want is…
You really wanna know what I want?
Never mind.
Sweetheart, dear Joana, who doesn't have to speak her mind,
I'll take a nap in the pantry.
If you'll excuse me.
He…
-He sleeps in the pantry? -It's the quietest place.
He discovered that pickle jars have great acoustics.
You need to get out of here. List it, sell it, rent it.
We can't sell this house. We're stuck here.
Mom, I work for a law firm.
You could have called.
-Honey, you're an intern. -Yes.
But I know the law, I know lawyers.
I can help you.
I can sue your crazy neighbors.
No, honey. Don't get involved in this.
You have your own life, you've got college…
-Come on. -Your father and I can handle it.
Hit it!
Forgive me. It's not easy to sleep standing up.
But it was good, I found the canned peaches.
If you'll excuse me. Ouch.
I'm tired.
Who is it?
Hi. My--
My name is Camila.
Your neighbor, Walter, is my father.
Nice to meet you. Arthur.
I came to see you.
No, I mean…
I came to see Mr. Antonio. Your father, I presume.
Is he home?
Yes, Dad's home.
Please, do come in.
Hey, come in.
Excuse me.
Walter, what are you doing?
I'm worried about our daughter, Camila. I don't trust these people.
We shouldn't have let her go alone.
-She can are for herself. -I don't know.
This came for you.
Daddy has been waiting.
What took you so long, baby?
Walter, what's that?
It's a handgun.
Isn't she pretty? I'll name her Shirley.
Shirley, say hello to Mama.
You're not thinking of killing someone or yourself, right?
No, this is a tranquilizer gun.
-What for? -I told you.
If his dog or any of his animals get in here,
they'll be sleeping for a week.
Walter.
Please don't do that.
Joana, I'm a desperate man. I've nothing to lose.
Mom, Dad. We need to talk.
Okay.
Ouch. I need practice.
Mr. Antonio understands I can sue him and decided to cooperate.
He's going to jail, right?
You don't go to jail for having a party.
Well, they'll stop rehearsing next door.
-Only in the school's warehouse. -Thank God.
And they'll reduce their wild animals in half.
Said I'd call Wildlife Services.
Wow, what a great idea, sweetie.
Great. Is the dog gone too?
Dogs are not wild animals, Dad.
But parrots are.
The parrot stays. It's been with the family for 50 years.
Damn, 50 years. Is it an immortal parrot?
Parrots live 80 years, Dad.
So tell me, which animals are going?
Well, two turtles, one macaw, one snake…
-Snake? -Snake?
The snake is missing, but it'll go when it's found.
One coati, two guinea pigs,
one lark, two hornbills, twelve parakeets, a capuchin monkey,
and, finally, the Amazonian bellbird.
-They have a bellbird? -Yeah.
I never heard it.
It came today, but they're returning it.
Come back here, Adílio!
That was Adílio. But he's leaving.
You should try and get along with them.
-I agree. -Invite them for dinner.
Show them you're nice.
-Cozy up to them. -I got it, sweetheart.
-I better get going. -Sweetie, listen.
Your father and I are very proud of you.
Thank you, sweetheart.
Yes, you're our greatest treasure. You--
I just wanna say--
-Walter. -You…
Easy, Dad.
-You're our most precious gift. -Yes…
Aw, Dad's so cute.
-I gotta go. -Go.
All right. Do you need money?
No need, I got a ride back to Rio.
Take care of Dad. Don't trouble Mom too much.
-She'll take care of Dad. Bye. -Bye, sweetie.
Calm down, honey.
Joana, I have to--
I have something to say.
Our daughter
is the best thing we've ever done.
That's right.
-Hi, there. -Hey.
-Here, put this on. -Okay.
Baby, you better hold on tight.
Walter, listen to me. We'll be nice and polite to them.
We'll have a wonderful evening.
We'll talk like adults.
-Can I count on you? -Of course, honey.
Okay. Open it.
-What's up, neighbor! -Surprise!
-Surprise? They invited us. -Oh, that's right.
"Hi, everyone. Good evening, everyone.
I came to visit you."
Drives me nuts when she does the dog's voice.
Walter.
-Please. -Please, do come in. Welcome.
Go ahead.
-Tonight seems promising. -Excuse me.
Look, honey. They remodeled it.
Damn, I kinda like what you did with the place.
I want to say I'm honored,
I'm honored to be here.
No, we are honored with your presence.
I was just telling Kelly you're not the douche I thought.
Yes.
If you catch my drift.
I do, and I'm a bit offended.
Can I say something?
If there's one thing I have no respect for is antisocial people.
Yeah.
A man who opens the door to his house is a man
who is open to life.
-Yeah. -So crass.
Strong high notes. Great.
-Thank you. -Honey.
We haven't been here in a while.
The last time was when Pedro set the place on fire, remember?
Your son set this house on fire?
That was a long time ago, before Mr. Agenor.
-The one who killed himself? -Yeah.
Listen, so many people have come and gone.
Over ten owners.
And no one stays. I don't know why.
It's a mystery. Maybe we're above an ancient cemetery.
-Maybe the house was cursed. -You think?
Kelly, remember the day of the fire?
-Yes. -Remember the very day?
It was chaos, so many people.
Cop cars, fire engines, the paramedics' helicopter…
It was chaos. Flames engulfed the house.
Remember the couple upstairs?
The floor collapsed, they landed right here.
-Damn. -Right here.
But thank God no one died.
I still have the video of the evening news.
-What a thrill, right? -Totally.
Very thrilling, it was like in the movies.
-Show them. Wanna see? -No.
-We got the picture. -Exactly.
Guess who we met that day?
Rondinelli, our dog. He was with the fire brigade.
Ah, not everything ended in tragedy.
Good for you, but that family is probably not happy.
Yeah. Did you hear that?
What, Maggie?
"Mom, put me down."
Did you hear that?
Can I put Maggie down? Do you mind?
-I'm a bit allergic… -Sure.
-Sure.
Make yourself comfortable, Maggie.
Go, sweetie. Explore away.
Can we still cancel this?
-No. -Okay.
In addition to samba, I really like comedy.
I'm thinking of writing stand-up to make extra cash.
The first joke will crack people up. Listen.
An ant saw an elephant in the jungle and said,
"Mr. Elephant, thanks for that favor."
The elephant said, "No need to thank me, just drop trou."
I don't think she got it. I'll explain.
-What the elephant wanted… -No, I got it.
It's great, very funny.
I'm getting more wine from the kitchen. Does anyone want something else?
I'm coming with you. I'm a great "Somali."
The word is "sommelier."
I used the English version, silly.
That's right. Our language, our rules.
That's right. Let's go, Jo.
-Yes. -Careful with the steps.
Careful.
Wally, I really appreciate Joana's invitation for tonight.
It's true, Joana is amazing.
It was about time we had an adult conversation.
Speaking of which, since the children aren't here,
-since no one can interrupt us-- -No, no one.
Perhaps we could
do something new.
Make use of the evening. Right, Wally?
This adult evening.
-We have, we ate so much. -Maybe--
Open your mind.
What the fuck is that?
Try to understand what is an adult evening.
So we can mix things up.
So we can trade some cards, shuffle that deck.
So we can play with different hands.
So we can discover new thrills, you know?
So we can evolve.
As a whole, if you catch my drift.
I noticed that you and Joana are a lot like me and Kelly.
What the… Wait.
-Wally. -Yes?
You're bold too.
What exactly do you mean by "bold"?
How can I put it? I'm sort of walking on eggshells.
-I'm worried you-- -Good…
You might react badly when I make the offer.
What offer?
That's why I'm measuring my words…
-I see. -Yeah.
It's like I'm lubricating the crowbar.
So I don't traumatize you.
The word "crowbar" already traumatizes a bit.
Why don't you carry on? I don't really understand--
When a couple has been together for a time…
-Yes? -…they start losing…
They lose their excitement, their interest diminishes,
they lose the spice.
They need to try new things. You know?
-Okay… -I think that excitement comes from…
For instance,
excitement comes from things that Kelly and I,
that we do once in a while, that we allow ourselves.
Okay.
Okay, it's…
What the fuck are you talking about?
Kelly and I have been together for a long time. Over 20 years together.
-That's a long time. -Indeed.
What haven't we seen? What haven't we done?
-What haven't we tried, Wally? -Jeez.
-I have no idea. -So, we--
We allow ourselves.
If you catch my drift.
Yes, I-- You're easy to understand.
The lubricated crowbar lost me a little bit.
But you allow yourselves what?
Wally.
Yes?
-When it comes to you… -Yes?
Even though you have a funny face,
Kelly likes you.
She really likes you. She…
She thinks you're an interesting, smart and nice man.
Thank you.
And I, in all honesty,
in front of you, I can tell that, right off the bat,
I thought Joana was fine, too.
Don't you touch my wife!
-Ouch! -What happened?
You have no idea what this creep just offered.
An offer too racy for my taste.
What offer?
I suggested we played some poker for money, I thought you were down.
Exactly, poker-- Oh, you meant poker?
Yes, poker. What did you think?
You praised Joana, said she was pretty,
that your marriage was lukewarm and you needed to spice things up--
Oh, Tony! I know what he thought.
You don't need to say it. Joana…
You didn't hear him. It sounded like he was trying…
What?
Wally, how could you think that of me?
-Your mind is filthy! -My mind's not that filthy.
Forgive me. But the tone he used led me to believe his lukewarm marriage--
I said, "It's lukewarm." Not ours.
-Wally. -Yes?
Is it applause that you wanted? Clap for him.
-Is applause what you wanted? -Thank you. But--
Let's go, Kelly. We're leaving because Walter has a very perverted mind!
Yes. Maggie, we're leaving!
Joana, you didn't hear it. But it sounded like--
our marriage is great, theirs is lukewarm.
I should just be quiet.
Walter, you punched him in our home!
I didn't understand what he said.
But now he can sue our ass. I mean, your ass.
-That's some consideration. -Don't drag me into this.
-Who are you calling? -Our daughter.
The only adult in this family who'll know what to do.
If Tony sues us, we need to know what to do.
No, don't wake our princess up. It's late.
-Hi, Mom. -Hi, sweetie.
-Dad! -Hello, honey.
-How are you? -I know it's late.
-You were sleeping. -Listen…
-Walter. -Can we talk tomorrow?
-Your father screwed up. -No…
-Yes, you did. -Not really.
-It's late. Can we talk tomorrow? -Your father screwed up.
Your father punched the neighbor.
He punched my father?
Arthur?
-Not me. -No…
-Wait. -Mom, I think it's best--
-Walter! -Dad!
Dad!
Relax, Walter.
Relax. Everything's okay, honey.
Everything's fine. Here's your medicine.
My girl…
Honey, don't cry over our daughter. She's grown up.
She knows what she's doing.
I'm not crying because of our daughter.
Why are you crying, then?
Kelly's dog
has peed on my chair.
Why did you get involved with the guy's kid?
Arthur is a great guy. His dad, too. They're great people.
They're the opposite of great.
They're annoying, a curse in my life.
I have stoned the Holy Cross and now I'm paying.
At least Tony didn't punch you.
I got you off a lawsuit.
-I'm a sick man. -You have no idea how much.
What?
I'm done, I can't stay here anymore. I'm spending the night at Arthur's.
If you catch my drift.
Bye, Wally.
-Won't you say anything? -Bye, Mom.
I've decided, we're leaving.
We're never coming back. We'll find an apartment in Rio,
we'll get the furniture on a truck and vanish from this place.
Done. Are you with me?
Walter…
So…
We are broke.
Broke?
How so?
How? I can tell you how.
We put all our savings into this house.
I lost a few clients when we moved here.
I made some bad investments
because I spend 80% of my time taking care of you, honey.
We only have money for the bare minimum.
Hey…
It's okay.
I have you.
We'll always be together.
Do we have anything to eat?
-Our garden. -There you go.
-And the eggs from the chickens. -Wow.
Deal.
Where are you going?
To make the world's best omelet for the world's best wife.
-I love you. -I love you.
Crap.
What's wrong, Wally? You're not into chicks?
This was supposed to be an omelet.
It seems your dog is not the only one that likes trespassing.
Right. Wait.
Are you implying that Zico did this? Do you have proof, Wally?
Stop clowning around, fool.
Yours is the only rooster in a six-mile radius.
Keep your animals off my yard, okay?
That doesn't mean anything.
You have no proof.
Should I test your rooster's DNA?
I don't want your animals in my yard, is that clear?
Let me tell you something.
It's not my fault if animals copy their owners, okay?
In my house, we don't miss a chance.
We are all very fertile, understand?
We like to toss the banana in the fruit salad, Wally.
We do squat thrusts in the cucumber patch.
If you catch my drift.
I always get your analogies.
Come on, you better stop.
I'm gonna catch you!
You can't catch me.
No! Leave me alone!
No!
I don't limit anyone in my house.
Nature and hormones are the bosses here.
Arthur is a master of the four-legged foxtrot.
If you catch my drift.
And let me tell you, I'm sure that the day after you moved,
Arthur had already popped the champagne to celebrate victory.
If you catch my drift.
I'm sure Arthur already got a bellyful of marrow.
If you catch my drift.
And let me tell you. If I know Arthur well,
man, he dipped the stinger in that honey a long time ago.
That honey, it's gone.
If you catch my drift.
Doctor, is he any better?
No.
He actually got worse.
-My God. -Walter, are you doing what I said?
Doctor, better not go there.
-It won't help. -All right.
But I have good news.
A new German technology.
A microchip is implanted behind the ears.
This will relieve 80% of the stress on your nerves, Walter.
They won't pop?
One surgery is all it takes.
Thank you, Germany. I rooted for you in the World Cup.
-They deserved it, Brazil sucked. -One second.
Doctor, that's amazing news,
but will our insurance cover this?
-No. -Not even the surgery?
Not even that.
And how much is it?
If you gotta write it down…
Easy, honey.
I don't understand-- Oh.
Oh, that's doable.
We can afford that. We have that in the bank. I'm saved.
-Thank you, Doctor… -Walter.
-What? -Did you count all the zeros?
-It's a doctor's handwriting… -Count them.
Three, four…
I'm going to die, okay? Can we speed it up?
I could just jump out of a window.
-You know that black suit? -Honey.
How is this good news?
Good news for you. You'll make a lot of money from us.
-Let's figure this out. -Honey…
I want a nice tombstone. "Good husband and father."
-I want lions on my coffin. -Honey…
-It will be fine. -Get me nice, white marble.
-Don't. -Find a picture without a mustache.
Not now, honey.
You won't get away this time!
Come back here, you bastard.
You won't escape this time.
Yeah. I can see you, bad boy.
Your time has finally come.
Oh, my God.
Oh, dear Lord.
To war!
Fucking hell.
"Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil.
Thy rod and thy staff…" I don't know the rest. My God.
How do I turn her over?
Crap.
This is not good. Not good at all.
Not good. Crap.
Come on.
We've become close.
Too bad it's too late.
Don't scrape the paint.
I won't scrape it.
He thinks I don't know how to park.
This is fine.
Get out!
You too.
It's always like this.
This is your fault.
Why did you do that? I'm confiscating your phone.
-Why? -I'll confiscate it.
Guys, look who's there.
Honey, is your mother sleeping?
Strange. She doesn't usually sleep at this time.
I'm perplexed, too.
Let me check on her. Hold this.
Go!
Wake up, Mom!
Tattletale.
Quiet.
My God!
-Joana, please. -What?
-Help me save the parrot. -What parrot?
-Whose parrot is this? -What do you think?
It's alive.
-Walter, it's dead. -No, it's not!
No one else should die today.
No one else?
-What do you mean? -Forget it.
Mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.
Walter, stop. He's gone.
No, he's not. He is alive. Come on, parrot.
Stop, he's gone!
No, he's alive. Get the defibrillator.
-No. -Get the defibrillator, please.
Help me. Stay with me, parrot.
Get the defibrillator now!
Oh, my God.
Quick, honey. Put it on the table. Yes, quick!
-Give me the paddles. -No! Are you sure?
-Give me the paddles! -Don't do it!
Don't say that. Give me that. Crank it all the way up.
-What? No! -All the way up.
-All the way up, please! -I'll turn it just a bit.
No. More. More. Crank it up.
READY TO USE
-More. -It's set.
You're lying!
All of it, crank it all the way up!
HIGH VOLTAGE
That's it.
SHIT IS REAL
Out of the way. Clear!
What the hell?
Where did it go?
-You've disintegrated the parrot! -I did no such thing.
Of course, you did.
-You used the higher voltage! -I was trying to save him.
-Huh? -It's alive.
There.
It's alive!
Flamengo…
Flamengo.
Hey.
Afternoon, Mr. Walter.
Afternoon, Arthur.
I brought your parrot back.
He flew away and ended up in my house.
So, I brought him back, okay?
We didn't even notice. My parents aren't home.
Went for a stroll?
They took Grandma to the hospital.
I stayed with Camila.
Watching my siblings, of course.
-Yeah. -Okay.
Poor Mrs. Nono.
But I'm sure she's gonna be fine.
I don't know. She was unconscious.
We're very worried.
It will be nothing.
I hope so. My father…
My father would be devastated.
-I can imagine. -Yeah.
-See you, Mr. Walter. -Bye.
Dear Lord!
FUNERAL HOME
Good morning.
Why the long faces?
Didn't you know? Somebody died next door.
Who died? A coati, a parakeet?
A bird, an otter?
No, Dad. Mrs. Nono.
Oh.
Whoa.
That's so sad. I am really--
I didn't expect that. I'm shocked.
Because she was as healthy as a horse.
You don't look so surprised, Walter.
I am. What?
I'm very surprised.
But on the inside. The tears are running behind my eyeballs.
If anyone asks, "Who's surprised?" People would say, "Walter for sure."
-Very surprised. My God. -Well…
Let's go to the funeral.
All right, honey. Send the family my condolences.
We're all going.
But do I have to?
I won't answer that.
You already did. I'll change.
Even the pets look sad.
Animals can feel these things.
Yeah.
All this silence is strange.
Isn't that what you wanted?
Yeah.
Sweetheart, how is Arthur?
He's fine. Being supportive to the family.
-He's a great kid, right? -Yeah.
But Tony is not well.
He wants to move. He'll even list the house.
And sell the house? Why?
Everything reminds him of his mother. He can't forget.
He blames himself for leaving her alone.
But it wasn't his fault.
But he thinks it was.
That's why he'll sell the house?
-He can't. -What's wrong with you, Walter?
You wanted them to move. You've dreamed of this day.
Yeah, Dad. What happened?
Nothing happened. And I didn't dream it.
-Not like this. -Like this how?
Now. It's all fine, it's over.
Dad, it's not all fine.
Arthur told me his dad won't go to rehearsals anymore.
Tony left the samba school.
He can't. He won't leave the samba school.
Hey, Tony. Come on. Your mother is fine, she's with God.
I can't, Walter.
Call me Wally.
-I'm your Wally. -Man, it's--
All right, Wally. Listen,
thank you for everything you've been doing for me, but--
You know when life loses all meaning?
It's like Mom…
It's like I could see her everywhere I looked.
Don't say that. I'm scared of these things.
It's like she's here.
But she's not. No one's here.
It's like she's trying to send a message to solve an unsolved mystery.
There's no mystery. No mysteries here.
-No mysteries. -All right.
-It's just a feeling. -Let's keep it in the feeling realm.
-Okay? -Okay.
Wally, let me ask you. I'm thinking of a séance.
Nuances are the best way to understand life.
No. Kelly Christina is a bit of a psychic.
She can receive messages from beyond.
So we thought of inviting you
because we need people who have faith and believe it.
You believe it. Right, Wally?
I don't believe it.
Fake it. It's like an Ouija board. Ever played that?
No, I'm not insane.
Why do you want to be part of this?
I want to be part of this to help our neighbor,
and to defend myself…
I mean, defend us.
What if her spirit badmouths me… us?
You never know with spirits. I don't trust them.
-I want to witness it firsthand. -Why would a spirit badmouth us?
You're all about the questions today. Tony!
When will the beyond start talking?
In a minute. We're just waiting for Mother Dinoca.
Mother Dinoca?
She's great. An amazing psychic.
She knows everything. She uncovers everything.
You can't uncover everything.
But she does. She's seen all my previous lives.
-Guess who I was in my past incubation. -"Incubation"?
Obama.
That's when it gets really tricky.
Obama is alive.
It's rude to question other people's religions.
It's not about religion, but math. He was on TV last night.
Hi, Dad.
Hi, Mom.
Where were you?
Did you really ask me that?
Walter, give it a rest.
Their hair is wet. It's driving me nuts.
Guys!
Mother Dinoca is here.
Shit. Isn't that Kelly?
This is Mother Dinoca.
She puts on her "masturbant" and an entity takes over.
Welcome, Mother Dinoca.
There's a tormented soul here.
-Is it my mother? -No.
Someone who's still alive.
What are you looking at?
No torments here. I'm calm as can be.
I'm super calm.
-Come on. -She didn't talk to you.
But she's looking straight at me. I'm freaking out.
-Walter. -I'm freaking out. She's looking.
If you're evil, go away. In the name of Jesus.
Who are you?
-Has she totally lost it? -This is Camila, Arthur's girlfriend.
He's probably groped for trout in that peculiar river. Right, son?
If you catch my drift.
Mother Dinoca gets it. We all do.
These are Walter and Joana, our neighbors.
Great people, Mother Dinoca.
-She growled. -At me.
Hello, how are you?
I'm fine.
Shitting my pants a little.
But I'm fine.
All right, we should all…
-Sit down. -We already were.
This makes no sense.
Hold hands.
Attention!
Let's really concentrate here.
Is there anyone here?
-Mom! -Fucking kid from Hell!
You scared the life out of me!
I just want to know where the chocolate powder is.
This is not your mother, this is Mother Dinoca.
Go to bed, Pedro.
-I want chocolate milk! -It's under the--
It's under the sink. Go!
Make your milk and piss off, brat!
Thanks, Mom.
Strange.
Mother Crazy here didn't remember our names.
But she remembered where the cocoa is.
Mysteries from beyond.
Everybody quiet!
I can feel there's another spirit here.
There's a spirit here.
I feel its presence right now!
The spirit is doing something funny to her.
Show yourself if you come from the light.
Don't show yourself…
Who's that?
He is Carlos Alberto de Nóbrega.
From that TV show.
I watched it the other night. He's alive.
Oh, Carlos Alberto is too much, but you were fine with Obama?
Marcelo? Where's my son, Marcelo?
Bring Paulinho Gogó back.
I miss him too much.
Gogó is my buddy.
That's kooky, man.
Holy crap!
Damn.
That was rough!
There's another spirit here.
Maybe we should close the door. Too many people coming in.
Silence.
I feel the presence of another spirit.
Hold hands. It's getting closer.
There's another spirit here!
Simple-minded!
What? I didn't do anything. I swear I didn't do anything.
Oh, my baby!
Look, honey.
We found our little worm.
Tonight, we're going to tickle the worm,
if you catch my drift.
-Wally. -Yes?
I wanted to thank you
for everything you've done for me and all your support.
But I…
I don't feel like going back there.
That's silly. Don't be silly.
Go back in there, restart your life.
I need you to do that so I can have peace.
Why, Wally?
Because you…
you're my favorite neighbor.
And I really like you. So, let's go.
No, Wally.
Without my mother, I don't feel like carrying on.
At all.
Tony.
I won't let you give up.
Let's go.
JOAQUINÓPOLIS UNION
Mr. Anibal, with all due respect,
you can't fire my friend, he's the best Carnival man in the country.
I know.
I actually like him.
But he's insisting on a tribute to his mother.
Nothing against your mother,
but this school won't pay homage to anyone's mother.
Three themes work for a samba school.
Brazilian history.
Kissing up to a celebrity.
And Dorival Caymmi.
Interesting. I never thought of that.
Everything else, brother… Forget it.
You need something more
inclusive, you know?
Anibal, for crying out loud!
What's more inclusive than a mother?
That's true. You're right, Tony.
-No need to scream, he's right there-- -Okay.
-Everyone has a mother. -I never had a mother.
She abandoned me.
You could have told me that. I triggered you, right? I didn't mean to.
No, I wasn't triggered.
I just don't want a tribute to his mother.
Listen, allow me to say something. Relax, don't worry.
Mrs. Nono was an amazing woman.
Oh, Mrs. Nono. The beloved Mrs. Nono.
An extraordinary and magnanimous person.
I'd even say "wonderfully maternal."
An amazing person. My eyes tear up when I talk about her.
I wish I had a mother like Mrs. Nono.
She left us too soon.
A woman, a warrior, a fighter.
She was one of a kind.
She used to tell me something…
I didn't always understand it, because she had a very low voice.
"Simple-minded."
I prefer to remain oblivious.
She was the family member who bothered me the least.
With all due respect, if you catch my drift.
Listen, Mrs. Nono is love. Love is all that matters.
Love for Nono.
Repeat that!
-Right in my ear. I'm sitting right here. -Repeat what you said.
I said that all that matters is love for Mrs. Nono.
Wait. Follow the rhythm.
It is love
Mrs. Nono
They don't make it like her anymore
Let's hear the drums
Mrs. Nono
Nono, Nono, Nono
Stop, Walt. What matters is that it sounds good.
-It sounds good, partner. -Yes?
Anibal, listen to me, man.
The chorus, with "Mrs. Nono."
"What matters is love for Mrs. Nono." That will be a hit.
-I'd add some rhymes. -The song's ready.
We're not doing a samba about your mother.
-Damn. -It's not your school.
Or yours.
It's my school!
I'm not afraid of you.
But I'm scared to death of him.
Just because you've killed more than ten people, I won't suck up to you.
Wait. One second, Mr. Anibal.
Why did you only mention that now?
You should've told me that before. I wouldn't have come, you know.
Don't you worry, Wally.
-God is on my side. -I'm scared shitless.
I'm scared totally shitless.
Mr. Anibal, where's the toilet? I need to use it.
Something is happening down here.
That's enough!
-Nobody points a gun at my friend! -Yes, they do!
Don't shoot!
Jeez!
Don't aim it at me!
Stop it!
Drop it!
Don't do this!
Don't aim at me!
Is the restroom here?
I'm gonna kill him!
Don't shoot!
He's destroying everything!
Look what you've done, Anibal!
Strange, why is he on the floor?
The bullet hit the wall.
What about the blood? It must've gone through him.
That's not blood. That's ink for the stamp pad.
It fell off my desk.
-Why is he on the floor? -He can't hear noises or get stressed.
We have to call the ambulance and take him to the hospital.
Now you tell me that?
Come on, let's get him up. Wait.
One second.
-I liked the samba. -You did?
It's a deal then.
Let's do this.
Jo?
What happened?
Everything is fine, honey.
-Everything is great. -Yeah?
What's this on my ears?
Post-surgery bandages.
You had the implant, Walter. You are cured!
That's wonderful, honey!
But how did we pay?
Tony paid for it.
He did that for me?
He did.
To thank you for what you've done for him.
-They are great people, Walter. -Yes.
You are too, honey.
I shot his mother with a tranquilizer dart.
-I had a feeling. -But I needed to say it.
You should tell him, not me.
You've ruined the mood now. I'm going to get the doctor.
I love you.
LOTS OF LOVE FOR MRS. NONO
What's up, Wally?
How are you, Tony?
I want to thank you for everything you've done for me.
Don't mention it, man. I know you'd do the same for me.
I'm not so sure. Anyway.
Actually, I had to tell you something.
I need to tell you
how your mother died.
What do you mean? My mother died of cancer.
Exactly, she--
What? Cancer?
Yes, many people die from it.
The samba school is having a float about the issue.
Dr. Dráuzio Varella will be on it.
-She died of cancer? -Yes.
She had been in treatment for a long time.
But she was unconscious when you took her to the hospital.
It was just a slight faint, something unimportant.
She woke up in great spirits. I have a video of her
dancing with the hospital workers. Look how cheerful she was.
She danced?
The doctors and nurses danced with her.
That's why I sing Hail, hail, Joaquinópolis
But then,
they took an X-ray of her lungs,
and they discovered that the tumor had grown.
They tried to operate, but she didn't make it.
Go fu…
Son of a…
Fuck-- No.
So, you're telling me that's what killed your mother?
-Yes. -Nothing else, right?
So I'm feeling guilty
all this time, for nothing?
Why guilty?
-What? -What do you mean?
-I said that? -You did.
-Who did? -Say what?
-You did. -What?
Guilty?
Is that your mother? What a beautiful t-shirt.
-Did I say "guilty"? -Yes.
Guilty…
-Right, guilty because-- -Yes, go ahead.
For not having gotten to know her better.
That's silly, Wally.
Don't get fixated on that. You know what really matters?
What matters is you didn't let me leave.
We almost stopped being neighbors.
Right? I--
Fucking--
I didn't let you leave.
-You could have left. -You stopped me.
Imagine how tragic it would be. You'd miss me so much.
And I'd miss you. But you know the best part?
-I don't-- -Know what the best part is?
Now we will be side by side forever, Wally.
Thank you, my friend.
He could've left.
What's up, Wally? You good?
I'm emotional and I'm speaking from the bottom of my heart.
I'd like to thank you for helping our samba school get to the first group,
and we did, Wally!
We even got a warehouse to rehearse in.
So I think the news will upset you,
but we won't rehearse our sambas at home anymore,
just at the warehouse.
From now on I'm helping Kelly with her new career as a funk singer.
She's really good so I'm gonna help out
and we're gonna rehearse her funk songs at home.
I don't even like funk all that much, but you know how women are,
they rule the world now, man, so I'd like to invite you to come here.
Let's dance some funk, Wally! Come on and have fun at our house!
Come on, Wally!
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