Bia, I was caught in prohibition again yesterday.
- What? Prohibition? - This Law is from Hell.
I Need your Lawyer, I need his contact.
Fuck! What time is it?
Does it matter?
What the fuck, it's 11 am. It's 11 am.
- This place is a bit slow, huh? -11 am.
So what?
Yuck, what a horrible smell!
It's disgusting!
- Something stinks around here. - It's me. I shit in my pants.
- Come again? - I shit in my pants.
I can smell it, Vitor.
That's gross.
I got wasted, fell asleep on the couch and woke up like this.
- It happens. - You shit in your pants!
Hey! What's all this damn noise?
Hey, Gru!
What are you talking about? It's 11 am!
What the fuck is this?
- I smell shit. - He shit in his pants.
- Fuck, couldn't you use the bathroom? - Fuck, Vitor!
Gru, Gru, Gru...
- I'm super buzzed. - Fuck it.
Damn, I rent this for you guys to party, to have fun,
to do whatever it is you do, but it's on my schedule.
I don't recall arranging anything with you at 10 am.
Eleven, it's eleven.
I don't give a shit! Go wash yourself, you stink!
Is anyone from the gang around?
Only Alisson. He fell asleep naked, butt up on my couch.
If I were a bit dizzy, I could have fucked him in the back!
It wouldn't be his first time, he's a whore.
Poor guy!
I think I'm gonna give him a blow job.
I love the taste of junk in the morning, it's nutritious.
I recommend it.
Hey! I'm loaded. Come suck me.
Suck you?
You think my mouth is a garbage disposal?
- Say what? - Get lost.
Hey, you there.
If you weren't so...
old and fat...
I'd give it a go.
I'd get you alright.
- You're Fabi, right? - I can be Fabi for you.
You know what I think...
Fabi? - No, I don't.
You've got the right looks...
- And that's fucking all. - Fuck you.
Hey, shitface!
The rich kids hire you to work as a bouncer.
But you get lost in the morning. This is not your mother's.
- Out! Get lost! - Shitface.
Get a diaper change!
What about you, you lunatic? Aren't you leaving?
I only had one candy. Get me some more.
I'm super turned on, I want more.
- You want more, huh? - Yeah, I do.
- Gru will get you some. - Really? You will?
You want more? Get the fuck out of here!
- Damn, it's 11 am, I want to sleep! - Hey, man, relax. You're too uptight.
Go out, get yourself a slum girl and lay it on her. Relax.
I don't want no slum girl. I like you, young, white skin...
- You like me? You do? - Pink...
- Pink! - You're pink, aren't you?
But I'm way out of your league. You get that?
Out of your league.
I'm gonna take a walk around.
Gonna show my tits, just to get the crowd roaring.
- Do that now. - What do you think?
- Yeah, take it off... - Like this?
Come back here!
You fucking bitch...
"Porty" my ass...
She's hot...
Girls, listen to this.
Last night, after I left, I hooked up with the hottest guy.
- Think of a hot guy. - Really? Where did you go?
I went to a rave till 8 am, and this guy... You have no idea.
He was so hot! Think of someone hot.
- What was he like? - He was like... strong.
- Strong? What do you mean? - Strong. With a presence,
a strong presence. You know, the guy was one with the place...
- Gay, right? - I thought the same thing!
- No, why? - If he "is one with" a rave, he's gay.
Of course not, he was not gay. I mean...
Now that I think about it, he maybe looked a bit gay.
This gay aura...
- Aura? Queer, super fag... - It's not "queer, super fag"!
He had this luminosity, this glow...
- Was he excited about you? - Of course he was. Look at me.
- But what do you mean, "excited"? - Excited, Bia, sexually.
Lily wants to know if he made a move.
Well... no.
He was cool, relaxed, treated me really well...
- Sweet. - Sweet is gay.
He was not gay, I told you.
Bia, if he didn't make a move, stick his hand in your panties, or finger you,
-he was gay. - You think everyone is.
- You're a 5th-class whore... -5th Avenue, you mean.
- And the guy plays "sweet". Gay! - I told you he wasn't gay, damn it.
- And if he was, what's the big deal? - None. I love fags.
To go shopping, do cocaine, tell me I look gorgeous,
but when I want a man, I like him to be excited about the material.
- Like who? - Like Brad Pitt!
- Fuck, Brad Pitt! - I prefer Justin Timberlake.
The way he moves...
Gay'. Gay' gay. gay.
Action!
Recording, recording.
You are going to follow the amazing story...
Wait a minute, come here...
The thing is: on tonight's show you will watch
the wonderful, incredible story of three...
three ex-hotties.
What happened to hotness? Where is it?
- What does it eat? - Let's see how it works.
The thing is... I hit that.
I hit that, she was good.
I hit that. I'm hitting this.
Who wants to suck?
Stand in line.
And she performs!
Damn!
She's really turned on.
Look at that...
She's romantic!
That's what I mean.
Now you, Stick, come on.
- Go. - Let me get ready.
- Fuck, it's dripping already. - Slowly, come on...
- Fuck it! - He's violent!
I don't suck, I bite.
You're gonna share the snack?
I brought these for you. Uncle Stick brought it.
- I want some. - It was opened.
- Got a joint? - Alisson, sit down.
Let's smoke some weed.
- I don't feel like sitting down, man. - Alisson...
I heard you woke up naked. with your butt in the air,
-...in Gru's house, is that true? - Butt in the air?
Playground open to the public.
- Tell me this story straight! - Wanna see my playground?
Ever been to Disneyworld? Wanna see Orlando?
Say hello to Orlando!
What's that about? Tell us all.
Damn, man, Cristy is joking.
Wait, let me see if I get it: Gru fucked Alisson?
- It seems so. - Fuck, guys...
You want the headlines? Is that what you want?
So write this: "Alisson fucked Amsterdam..."
- You fucked Amsterdam? - I did, and she's fucking nuts,
she split and left me there, naked. That's it.
Then how come you don't want to sit down? Come here.
- How sweet... - Sit down, man!
Sit down, Alisson.
The thing is, sweetie,
I don't need to sit to prove that Gru didn't fuck me, get that?
What? You fucked and fell in love?
- So cliché. - He's in love.
Gru, assfucker Gru!
That'd be a good funk song.
What the fuck, again?
- Hey, Gru! - Good morning, Gru.
- Hi, Gru... - What the fuck.
Damn it, fuckers, we said 6 pm! What are you parasites doing here?
- Relax! Come on! - Fuck off!
We're just sunbathing to get to the right color...
Shut up, I know you had your fun with a nice pink asshole.
Gru, relax. We'll pay extra. You want money, right?
- We'll pay more. - You better.
Don't you have swimming pools?
We do, but we like to lay up here.
And you should take a good look
so later you can jerk off...
You're all crazy!
If I had a pool like you guys do, I'd lay beside it all the time,
-feeling rich, in my trunks... - Vision from hell!
Having my drinks, doing my cocaine.
Gru, help us understand last night's mystery.
Tell us the mystery.
Did you or didn't you fuck Alisson?
You're interested in...
Damn... It was him?
I'm sorry, dude.
I got home really wild, saw that huge ass...
- Huge ass! - I took my dick out and dove in!
- Come suck me, you fucker. - You're upset!
Don't you get all cranky, don't you break anything.
- I'll double the price. - Are you nuts?
- Fabi was yelling today. - She's an idiot!
You're a freakin' capitalist! What do you want?
You want double? Ok, we'll pay you double.
That's it. That's the way I like it.
We'll pay you double. Now piss off.
- You're bothering us. - Guys, I sense...
-some intimacy here. - Something in the air.
Don't you break anything, you fuckers.
That big?
- Relax, Gru. - If you fondle it, it gets bigger.
Since that's the topic, fuck you, all of you.
We will, happily! I myself love it!
- But you only want it with Gru, right? - Fuck you!
- Gru, assfucker Gru! - Let it go.
Gru, assfucker Gun!
No way. He's a big closeted sissy playing macho.
So fitting that he slept with his ass up in Gru's house.
- Girl, you're on a bad trip. - Stick, what time does this party start?
- At 1O pm. - Tell me one thing.
You think you could get me some ecstasy?
- I want some, too. - Oh, you do? How many? Three?
I can do that, I can get you ecstasy, but what can you do for Stick?
- I can do many things, I'll think... - Blow job!
- Did you hear that? - I did.
- Is it now or later? - It's now...
and it's later.
Ok. I'm in.
- I don't like that DJ. - He's alright.
- Look, it's Amsterdam. - Damn... she's fucked up.
At this hour?
What are you looking at? Is my lipstick smudged?
- No 'hello'? - Hello, Cristy.
Are you staring at my lipstick?
Did Alisson fuck you last night?
Dunno. I guess he did.
- Wasn't it you? I guess it was. - It may or may not be.
- Is it smudged? - I'm all fucked up.
What were you doing? Tell us!
I was sucking dick, Bia.
- That's delicious! - Sucking a bent dick.
It was ugly. Not like Alisson's or Stick's.
It was an ugly, bent, horrible dick and I sucked it so much
I gagged many times.
And the son of a bitch wouldn't come. Son of a bitch...
I did it for about 20 minutes, 20 minutes.
Ever sucked a dick for that long? And I do it well.
Ever sucked a dick for that long?
It was like eating 497 pineapples in a day.
Have you ever eaten 497 pineapples?
Yummy, huh? That's why my lipstick is smudged.
Get it, Cristy? That's why. That's why I'm like this.
And why were you sucking that big dick?
- For heroin? - That's a bad trip.
- Awful. - This shit is good.
Premium quality. And I got it.
- Anyone? - No way.
That's heroin, that's bad.
- Do we look like we use that? - Yeah, you don't.
Fucking rich kids. You and your coke, your acid, whatever.
- Fuck, what's with her? - She's a total freak.
- She's gonna ruin our party. - No, she isn't.
Probably won't even come.
Our group is way cooler.
Some X, some candy...
Are you OK in there?
Are you ok in there?
Fuck...
- Fuck... - I asked you if you were ok.
You have to stick it in your arm, but I couldn't. I was too anxious.
So I sniffed it all.
Fuck, what a trip.
Fucked up.
- Who are you? - I'm no one.
- So, No One, got a cigarette? - No.
- What time is it? - Two-thirty.
- There's a party tonight, huh? - Yeah, after 10 pm.
- You were here yesterday, weren't you? - Yeah.
Were you? I don't remember you.
Are you friends with the others?
I'm friends with the preppy girls.
You don't look like them.
Nope. It's different, right?
I know I'm different.
I'm not bourgeois.
I work like a dog.
Like a dog.
Life's not easy.
I come to these parties looking for drugs.
There's always some.
But it's preppy girls' drugs.
Coke, acid, ecstasy, shit like that.
Last night...
Man, last night there was this cool hash.
Fuck... It was really good hash.
Stick must've brought it.
Sweet. Really good.
Really good. I don't have money to buy drugs.
When I want some, I have to get my ass fucked,
give someone a blow job, anything.
- Do you like it? - What?
What you have to do to...
I don't know. Never thought about it.
Dunno.
I'll make an effort.
I'll make an effort, give me a minute to think.
No.
Shit. It's shitty.
Horrible creeps.
There are loads of creeps out there.
Loads of creeps, loads of ugly, bad people.
It's shitty. I don't like it.
Of course I don't, it's so depressing.
But I'd never stopped to think about it, the subconscious.
Cool.
- You really don't have a cigarette? - Hell no.
I had one, damn it! I had a cigarette.
Gym!
Son of a bitch.
Are you friends with the preppies or with Gru?
I'm no one's friend. I'm the bouncer.
These sons of bitches are hilarious.
They rent the rooftop to pretend they're poor,
with their barbecue, their music, all that shit.
But they don't want no black people on their rooftop.
You really don't have a cigarette?
No.
Damn.
So, No One, it was a pleasure to make your acquaintance.
But if you really don't have a cigarette, I have to go.
Wanna grab a beer?
Come again?
Nothing. It's silly.
A beer.
Are you actually inviting me to have a beer?
- Stupid idea, huh? - Fuck, no!
That's cool, that's nice, that's really sweet of you,
but I really need to get a cigarette now, see?
Some other time.
Put it carefully in there, Gru.
Is that what you told him last night, bitch?
- What? -"Carefully in there, Gru."
You son of a bitch...
Can you sit already?
No, I can punch you already. Stick, listen up.
I have a freaking boil on my left buttock.
I feel awful, don't want to talk about it.
Why didn't you say so? Let me take a look.
- I'll squeeze it for you. - Squeeze my dong.
I want payment in advance. Trying to pry money out of you preps is a bitch.
Gru, with all due respect, can I say something?
You're a prick. Everything about you screams prick.
True. You ugly, dirty prick. Who can stand you?
You know what I think? Ugly people should die.
There should be an ugly scan at birth to get the ugly killed right away.
According to that, Gru would be a natural miscarriage.
Just wouldn't be born.
I want my money, damn it. Stop this bullshit.
Relax, man, we always pay every cent.
Guys, is it true? - Come down here, pussy.
Look at that booty. It tripled overnight!
Guys...
- I really need to know if it's true. - What do you want to know?
- That you hired my Big Fox. - Big Fox?
- The country singer. - We did.
- Really? - Really.
Oh, my God!
Big Fox is coming here?
Yeah, we hired him to play some country songs at the party.
He's an asshole, man.
- How do you know him? - He was from the ghetto.
When his songs became hits, the bastard never showed up again.
He always asked me to let him sleep up here,
and now he rides a BMW with these blonde whores with huge jugs.
- Hey, let me do... - Stop it, Gru!
- Calm down. - I want my money. Where is it?
You don't let up! Come here.
- The train enters the station. - Get off.
Seriously, though. Is it really true?
- It is true. - Do you want it in writing?
- So you like country music? - Shut up.
It's not any country music. It's the Fox! I'll lick him all over!
Gross! That's disgusting!
Give me my money. I don't have to look at you and that fucking Fox.
- Pay the man, Stick. - Why me?
- I've got no cash. Credit card? - I have meal vouchers, is that cool?
Damn, you're stingy, huh?
Fine, Gru! I'll pay.
I'm just so happy. Seriously, I'm really happy.
I'm gonna meet the Big Fox! That's a dream come true!
Here, Gru. Now get lost because I need to use your bathroom.
But flush it.
I'm waxing my pussy for him.
It's like a preparation ritual,
so I can completely give myself to the Big Fox.
Shave the pussy!
Fuck...
- I want whatever it is she took. - She got fucked.
Prick.
-...pole dancing? - I'm taking classes.
- I'm gonna have it installed. - Amsterdam! Not cool, that was mine.
Not cool of you to use foreign words. Despite all rumors...
I'm not great with tongues.
- Want me to translate it for her? - No need, Bia.
I communicate well with Amsterdam, right?
- We're saying you're a parasite. - I see what you mean,
but I must disagree, Bia.
- You think we don't get you? - We're totally on to you.
Lily and Fabi are too stupid to figure you out.
Lily and Fabi...
Are you saying I'm some kind of leech who comes here looking for a fix
-or something to get something else? - Exactly.
Cristy... You really believe that?
- Honey, you don't even hide it. - You fucking whore, that's unfair.
That's unfair, fuck.
Unfair, fucking unfair.
- I kinda like you guys. - You do?
I like you guys. I do.
Yeah, right. You must think we're total bimbos.
Not bimbos. I feel glad and delighted to share
joyous moments of my life with you.
Man, the sea is gorgeous. Bia, do you have a fag?
- I do, Amsterdam. - Yay! Bia has a fag.
See how good I am to you.
Look. Come here.
I'll even light it for you.
Done?
- Wanna go down there a bit with me? - Really?
I'll introduce you to some... You're gonna like it.
Let's go.
- Let's go. - For real?
I wanna go, I do.
Let's go.
Fuck, Amsterdam!
You're going too fast.
- Check out the pussy coming our way. - Look at that, that's tasty.
Tell her to stop.
Stop, stop!
- Will you let me through? - There's a toll, beautiful.
- I've got money. - Not everything's about money.
- Just a blow job. - One each.
Get... Get off me!
Fuck! Get off me.
Get your hands off me! Fuck!
Get her. Get her!
Wait, you're not getting away.
Fuck! Help!
Shut up, shut up, or the whole ghetto will come down to fuck you.
You think anyone's gonna help you? This is our turf.
Please... I've got money in my purse...
- There's a lot of money in there! - I know that!
- Calm down... - Let me go!
- Don't touch me. - Oh, no, no!
- You let her go, bro! She was hot... - What a hottie, huh?
- Motherfucker... - How much did you get? Let me see.
- Damn... - We're gonna split this.
Wish we'd get one like that every day!
- I'm dying... - Hey, pussy, come back again!
Hottie.
Fuck, Amsterdam.
You left me alone!
I was coming and two black guys pushed me against the ravine,
trying to fuck me. I tried to explain it wasn't worth it,
and you were there... You're gross, you're getting high!
That's cool, Bia, relax. See it as a...
-life experience, get it? - Life experience my ass, you whore.
They wanted to fuck me in the ass, you slut.
I lost a shitload of money. They looked like wrestlers!
- Relax. - Fuck!
You are still untouched, still gorgeous. It's alright with you.
You did it on purpose, right?
I'm not stupid. You left me there to get high on me!
They took my money, you know?
You cunt. I'm not that person, you know?
I can't find the way back.
Take me to the rooftop.
Don't touch me.
Fuck, you left me alone!
- No one fucked you. - You left me alone!
You said, "Bia, wanna come down there?"
- Give her that joint. - What's going on?
- What's going on, Bia? - Get off me!
- I'd tell you if I wanted to! - Relax! I'm not your mom!
Shut up and give her that joint.
I have this one, it's organic, wonderful. Take it.
Here, take it, Bia.
You're a fucking parasite.
If the weed doesn't do the trick, I have some ecstasy. Know how I got it?
I gave Stick a blow job.
- I won't blow anyone else for a week. - Why is that?
Weed is enough, Cristy.
- Are you coming tonight? - Depends on what you get blowing Stick.
Amsterdam, what is it you do, besides...
-trying to get high all the time? - What do you do, Cristy?
- What? - We're cool, no offense,
I'm not a role model, every now and then I wake up
alone somewhere after tripping and say, "I'm gonna stop. Fuck it."
Two seconds later I need another fix. What I'm asking,
is how are you different from me? Cool, you blow Stick for sport.
You don't need to. You've got money.
You've got money, Cristy.
I don't. If I want anything, I need to find a way.
I used to love giving blow jobs, now it's disgusting.
Look here. I blow Stick because I like it.
And I'm not as shallow as you think, got it?
Of course you're not. Did I ever say you were?
Fuck you, Amsterdam. You won't make me feel guilty for being rich.
Just what I needed. Smoke my dope, go on.
Man...
you know, I used to be really shallow.
Damn, it's confession time. Spit it out, it'll do you good.
Man... I worked at a nightclub.
This club was really dirty,
shitty, full of shitty people, shitty energy.
I was the hostess.
It was a dirty little world, with really shitty people.
Shallow people. Then I got tired.
So I decided to start a business, a really nice thrift shop,
-partnering with a friend. - Dyke.
Nope. Why?
Her remark is absolutely relevant. Partners at a thrift shop?
You got to be a dyke to have such an idea!
Fuck you! Fuck you two and your...
fucking little prejudice.
She was not a dyke.
She knew what she wanted, she was happy,
she was sexually free, she was a free-sex woman.
- Free-sex? Damn, Bia! - I know what that means.
It's a super-hot girl, with a husband or a boyfriend,
but she eats pussy sometimes. I know many girls like that.
It's not true. The place...
My place, which my girlfriend and I created,
-it became a hotspot. - For dykes?
- No, damn. For hip people. - Hip dykes, right? Like this.
None of that. It was a huge success.
The place was always crowded,
everyone liked to hang out there, talking and all,
but no one bought shit. Nobody bought anything.
Poor people fuck everything.
I had to close my shop, that I'd dreamt about.
I was lost, I was fucked up. That's why I started
-using drugs, drinking, all that shit. - You're really wild.
You see?
Amsterdam, you see? But I'm not weak.
I got therapy, went deep into psychoanalysis.
- Fuck! - After two years I got my head straight.
Now I'm in a much better place. I'm fulfilled, I do what I feel like.
I'm an adult, I have my responsibilities, you know?
And this all relates to, what?
To my new professional path.
I'm taking this extension course.
- And what is that? - I'm training to be a DJ.
Fucking A.
Fucking good.
Are you coming to the party tonight?
What's up, Amsterdam?
What's up?
Alisson hired the Big Fox.
- The country guy? - I don't get that!
- What is it you don't get? - This country guy here. What for?
Fuck.
You're really nuts.
Amsterdam!
She's a fucking whore.
- No one does that to me. She left me... - Stop it, that's enough. Hand it over.
Let's do speed, let's feel fucking happy!
Fuck it, let's do speed! And feel happy. Happy!
- That's it! - Let's feel happy, glowing!
- Everything will be alright. - Alright.
Me? You won't believe where I am.
I'm at a slum, a ghetto, I don't know. Can you believe that?
I have this friend who's into throwing parties on rooftops.
It's awful. He rents some horrible guy's roof for the parties.
Man... the guy is a monster. Check out his name: Gru.
Can you believe it? Gru!
Unbelievable, isn't it?
Really stinking.
Ok, dear, I gotta go, I'm a bit busy here.
Sure. See you, girl.
Alisson, honey, these parties of yours are becoming unbearable.
This game of playing poor...
- This sucks, guys. - Hey!
We're on a different level. We are, Gru!
- I think so, too, bro. - Relax.
Relax, Fabi.
This is our last rooftop party.
- Is it? - Why's that?
A bad cold front's coming.
Actually...
-it's already too cold for my liking. - Isn't that great?
We can get back to throwing parties at home,
eating fondue, sushi, with waiters, cooks, jacuzzis...
and finishing the night going crazy at a rave.
Rave? You're aware I'm not the rave type.
- Say what? Raves are totally hype. - I'm serious.
The rave scene doesn't suit my soul,
but I'm not sure you get that.
You fag! You raging queer!
- Raging queer! - Super queer.
- Super queer! - I mean it.
Unlike you guys...
my soul is impeccably designed.
The rave scene would be irreconcilable, unthinkable, unimaginable,
uninhabitable insects.
- Damn, this is all too surreal for me! - Crazy.
Stick...
Don't you have some...
some...
-speed, by any chance? - Want some speed?
- I do. - You do?
Reach for it, almost there... There it is.
So, do you?
Blow job.
Come on, Stick, I just had an avocado smoothie.
Yeah, and that'll be smooth, too.
You know that in English, right, slut?
Come.
Be right back. I'll be quick.
Take pictures, take a selfie. Get it on video.
Hey, Gru. Gru!
- Sweet Gru... - What's up?
So...
Do you know it? Thing is...
I'm gonna need a little something...
or other.
I only take dollars, but I'll do you a solid.
Thank you.
I just want someone to forgive me,
stroke my hair and tell me it'll be ok.
And tell me I'm an amazing, hot, nice girl,
that tomorrow will be better and it'll be a new day.
I'd like someone to stroke my hair, hold me and tell me it'll be ok.
That the sun and sky are at sea level.
It really got chilly, man.
I guess the party will be icy tonight. Huh?
It's gonna rain, right? It looks like it.
No, it won't.
Why not? How can you tell?
You're a meteorologist and never told me?
My grandfather was an Indian.
Your grandfather was what? Did you hear that?
He was an Indian? A real Indian, like, in a tribe?
An Indian, a native Brazilian? Red skin?
A bugre.
Bugre.
No way.
Have you ever thought of being a...
native weather boy? You could get rich.
Leave the rooftop to do something else.
It's a great chance.
Bia, can I use your blush?
- What, girl? - Vitor, Vitor!
The girls are dolling themselves up!
Damn...
Dude, tonight's party is gonna be awesome!
Such homes...
Wanna check out some tits?
I just wanna bang one of them.
What a piece of tail... Get over here, Vitor.
Damn, man, you don't wanna hit that?
Oh, I get it. That's not your thing?
- You like that, right? - I'm slobbering here...
Let me apply this. Fabi, let me...
Hi. Cool?
- How about a blow job? - That's ok.
Get in.
- How much is it? - Only 50 reals.
Can you pay up front?
Up front? No fucking way, you bitch.
What's more... it better be good, you whore.
Yes... Like that.
Yes...
You're good for nothing, you piece of shit.
I want you to die. I'm gonna kill you.
Wanna die? Wanna die? You're worth nothing!
Fuck, what's up?
Suck it...
Suck it.
Fuck...
The Big Fox, fuck it!
- I'm a huge fan, dude. - That's cool.
I pray every night and every day
In the living room and in the kitchen
For you to be into me
My little shaved girl
I'm devoted to you
My little shaved girl
I'm devoted to you
My little shaved girl
Big Fox, you're gorgeous!
The golden boy of traditional country music.
- Look here, Big Fox! - I like that gold watch.
- Check out mine. - Nice.
Not nice, it's fierce.
I love women. I liked the invitation, Alisson.
Girls! Want me to sing another hit?
'Yes! 'Yes!
What, what, what?
Who wants it?
Go, Big Fox!
Later. I just got here, I want a blue label first.
- I'll get you a blue label, Big Fox. - You will?
But walk slowly. I wanna see you move.
- Ok. - I like that, I like that.
Artistically successful people like us enjoy that. We deserve that.
We struggled a lot to get this. We deserve it!
I loved your interview on Pop Pop. It was awesome.
I love going to that show. It feels like home,
her audience loves me.
There are always excellent debates, I do really well.
- Which was the last one? - Shut up, Stick.
What? You can ask questions and I can't?
The new role of women in society. New women in the new society!
- How beautiful... - It brought up interesting issues.
They shed light on really relevant issues.
You posed very relevant questions.
My poses are always very accurate, cutie pie.
- Good to know. - Here's your whiskey, Big Fox.
You're not tricking me, are you? I recognize the taste of a blue label.
No way. It's the real thing, Alisson bought it especially for you.
- Is that so? - Big Fox won't have anything else.
Good job, dude!
Tasty.
What about you, sweetie? You look a bit tense...
- Big Fox wants you to feel loose. - Really?
- I have a surprise for you. - Big Fox loves girl surprises.
- You do? - Yeah.
- Let me just get a bit drunker. - Big Fox can wait.
A toast. Here, here!
Night and every day
In the living room and in the kitchen
For you to be into me
My little shaved girl
I'm devoted to you
My little shaved girl
I'm devoted to you
My little shaved girl
- Alisson! - Big Fox! Big Fox!
Let's take a selfie!
Hey, hey! Vitor... Vitor...
Where are you going?
I'll be downstairs. Don't worry, no one will come up.
No. You're gonna stay up here.
I pay you to stay up here, watching out.
No. You pay me to avoid people from coming up here.
- I can do that from downstairs. - Something wrong?
- Fuck. - Are you nuts, Alisson?
The guy's a joke. He speaks in the 3rd person, fuck it.
- Talking to me, bro? - He didn't say anything, Big Fox.
- Who's this clown? - He's no one.
Hey, No One, talking to me?
He's just the bouncer. Forget it, he's no one.
In Ancient Greece, they'd cut off the slaves' tongues.
The Greeks were wise.
- That was Egypt. - Come again?
- Did you talk to me? - They did that in Egypt.
Where did you learn that?
- At the box seat of a county fair? - The clown never opens his mouth!
I had never heard his voice!
Fuck, Vitor... I don't pay you to talk to my guests!
Big Fox is a peaceable guy, but I gotta warn you,
I'm from the ghetto. I'm rogue, bro.
Let me go, I'm cool. I'm known and respected around here!
I did mixed martial arts!
Talk back to me once more, you moron!
Ok. I got it.
I'll be downstairs, ok, Alisson?
You piece of shit. This is Brazil. I'm paying that fuck and...
I'm sorry, man.
- This wouldn't happen abroad. - It's cool, Alisson.
Amsterdam! Hey, girl!
That's great! Great...
Yay, thanks.
Hey, who's that? I like her!
- That's Amsterdam, she's wild. - I work in the entertainment industry.
- Aren't you gonna greet the guys? - Hey, guys.
- Hey, look at you! - Big Fox is smitten.
- He uses the third person? - Yeah, he does that.
- You're mocking me? - You're all dressed in silver,
you're like Justin Bieber. I don't know you.
Alisson, I didn't come here to be abused.
I'm an artist, damn it. Ratings spike when I go on a TV show.
Hard?
- What? - It's not about sex?
Amsterdam, get real! Big Fox is a famous country singer.
- Traditional country music. - Famous.
Yeah, traditional country music. He's famous and successful.
- Successful. - Really successful!
- What a piece of crap, huh? - What's that?
You talk about yourself in the 3rd person, that's gross.
- And you sing country... - Fuck, Amsterdam.
If you keep being rude to my guest,
- I'm gonna have to ask you to leave. - Eat shit, Alisson!
I have an idea. Why don't we fuck this bitch?
- Why don't we fuck... this bitch? - Let's fuck Amsterdam.
She'd love that!
Right now I'd rather suck a pig's dick.
- You're rude. - Is a porcupine ok?
Why don't you get this girl to strip for us?
- Great idea, Big Fox! - Strip, damn it.
Amsterdam, you cannot come to our party,
drink our imported whiskey, and not pay the fee.
- Fuck you, Alisson. I'm broke. - I know, honey.
I know, but the fee is really low.
You just take your clothes off and strip to liven the party.
What do you think?
- Want me to get naked? - Strip!
- Take it off! - Let's see those titties.
- Come on, take it off! - Get naked!
Guys, that's a bad trip.
Hey, what's with you guys? You need naked women, is that it?
That's it? You need naked women?
Is that it? Is it?
- That's fine, I'll strip for you! - That's great.
Take it off, then!
You won't do it alone. Let's do it together!
- Let's do it! - Let's strip together!
Turn off the music.
Turn it off.
Turn off the music! Turn it off, fuck it! Turn it off.
- Fuck, Alisson! - You're not into it anymore?
- You're fully gay now? - That's not it, baby.
The person who has to pay the fee... is not dancing.
She's lazy.
- You're insisting on that bullshit? - You bet I am.
We get what we want.
So I have to pay for the fucking Marlboro,
the imported whiskey, and the pleasure of hanging out with you guys.
You have to pay. Some people would do anything
to be hanging out with us.
Everything has a price, sweetie.
- I have to strip, right? - Yeah!
Take it off! What's the fucking mystery?
You're a fucking whore, wanna play princess now?
That's ridiculous.
Playing princess...
What's that?
- Are you crazy? - Turn up the music!
Turn it up! That's for you, baby.
- That's for you. - You whore. Slut.
Get her.
I'll stick my cock deep in your ass, you cunt.
- Do it, do it. - You slut.
- Fuck! You bitch! - Asshole!
You're an asshole! I'll kill you!
- Queer! Queer! - I'm gonna kill you, bitch!
- Vitor, throw this cunt out of here! - Queer!
- She's just a girl. - Fuck, Vitor, do as he says!
Sit on a real cock so you can actually come. Gay!
- Amsterdam, shut up! - Gay!
Shut up, Amsterdam! Stop!
Stop my ass.
You pieces of shit.
You think everything has a price, isn't that right?
No one knows that better than me.
I've done so much shit.
So much shit. But I'm tired.
I'm tired and I'm... jammed.
Jammed.
Again...
and again...
and again, and again!
I'm always jammed!
So...
can you feel the cold?
Feel the cold? And Fabi wants to get naked!
Fabi wants to get naked in this weather!
What fucking drug did you take that you're not cold?
I said to myself, I said to myself...
when this fucking cold front gets here I'll be a new person.
I'll be a new person, I'll...
I'll do things differently.
I'll do it differently, I'll change my name.
I'm gonna be called, like...
Aha!
Like... Laura!
Like Marina, like, some really shitty name.
Really lame, really shitty.
My name is like a karma, fuck it.
Amsterdam my ass. Can you feel the cold, Cristy?
Can you feel the breeze under your skirt?
Through your womb, where you'll have a baby someday,
as shitty as you are, and through your heart
and gives you a chill and makes you want to be someone else?
To be someplace else?
A place that fools you.
A place like here!
Phony! A phony place!
A phony place! Phony! You shitty town!
Shitty town!
It gives you a false impression of reality, of coziness,
a false impression of being "marvelous". Just fuck you!
It gives you a false impression of being important.
There's a kind of pain people like you will never get to feel.
Ever.
Can you imagine waking up knowing you're fucked up?
Fuck you all!
You jerks! You know nothing!
You know nothing, you son of a bitch, Rio de Janeiro!
Shitty town! Fuck you!
Fucking town! I want it, too!
I want it, too! I want it, too, for God's sakes!
I want it, too! I want it too, fuck!
Cheer up! Cheer up!
Translated by Patricia Moura e Souza
Proofreading by Lynnea Hansen