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Buy some candy, please.
- Two for one.
- One moment...
- Good to see you!
- Long time no see!
- Good to see YOU!
- And welcome. You showed up!
You freak... Wait, I'll call...
Tereza, Tereza come here!
- Your place?
- My place.
- Authentic.
- Isn't it?
It's pretty decent.
Listen, would you like... Would you like
a beer or something like that?
A beer.
Definitely a beer!
Damn, you showed up!
I thought...
Yeah, right you wrote
you will come visit...
but I thought "Not gonna happen!".
What are you up to?
Eh, are you here for
a meeting or something?
- Conference?
- Nope, eh...
Relax, vacation.
- You are on vacation?
- I'm on vacation.
Okay.
Thomas is on a vacation?
- Shut up, man!
- Yes I am...
I needed some time off.
So I thought "Brazil... Jakob will
show my some cool places".
Sure man!
- Cheers and welcome!
- What's up, Jakob?
Look who's here!
Hello! Thomas!
- Wow. What are you doing here?
- I'm just hanging out.
- How are you?
- Fine.
- You look great!
- You don't look so bad yourself.
- What are you doing here?
- I'm on vacation.
You could... You could easily shine
this place up.
Yes, but you know what,
I don't really want to.
Why not?
Because we have been looking
at a house in North East Brazil,
in Bahia. You know...
Really awesome beach,
super nice area,
one could turn it into a hostel
or something similar.
Not that many tourists, but just
enough to make the wheels turn, right?
One could make a bar
at ground level and stuff.
Imagine foryourself, man.
Waking up to the sound
of lapping waves,
instead of the sound of
car alarms and shit.
That place, for how many years
have you been talking about that?
Hey Thomas, what is the matter?
Can't we talk about it,
some other time?
Sure, fuck that!
No, thanks.
Mind the cars.
This way.
Two beers, please.
Cheers!
Look at her! Look!
Ah, she is crazy about you!
- Get out!
- Get out, girl. Come here.
- Are you going out?
- Yes.
Good night.
Excuse me. Excuse me.
- Would you like something to drink?
- Maybe a caipirinha.
I don't know your name.
- What?
- What's your name?
- Thomas. And you?
- Leonardo.
- That Jakob boring?
- Oh, yeah.
He is not...
He is not... Gay.
- Gay?
- Gay.
How you know this word?
Oh, it's in the...
It's in the guidebook.
- Where do you come from?
- Denmark.
Listen, eh...
Maybe we should go back.
- Can I give you a kiss?
- What is... What?
No. No. Maybe it's...
It's not...
It's not a good idea.
- You don't like me.
- Yes, I like you.
It's just... Maybe
some other time, okay?
So, what happened there?
You need some blue pills
or something like that?!
Listen, Jakob, please...
Please shut up!
But he was pretty cute;
he was a cute little boy.
So, what's up? Huh?
Should we go somewhere else and
have a beer, or something like that?
Shouldn't we do that?
Have a last beer,
or something like that?
Hey, no, Thomas...
Don't, don't go overthere.
They are high as kites,
you don't know what they might do.
Thomas, what the fuck
is the matter?
I have tried to adopt
a child for two years now.
What? What? Why is that?
- What do you mean?
- Why would you like a child?
What the fuck do you mean?
You have Gabriel!
Yeah, great, but before that
I had a super nice girlfriend.
I Goddamn moved to the other
side ofthe planet to marry her.
Now I have a cranky wife,
who won't stop bossing me around.
That is so not true!
Listen to me...
You have a great life! Okay?
You make money, you can travel
whenever you want wherever you want.
Why the fuck would you choose
an obstacle like that?!
Okay, like half a year ago
we were in Milan...
and we made a huge
shopping mall, right?
We worked 18 hours a day
fortwo years.
When we came back
for the opening...
they fucking plastered the
entire building with posters of...
Junk food and ehm...
Toys, okay?
And the only thing on my mind is
"This, Thomas Goldberg,
this is what you have
been destined for".
- Shopping malls nobody can see.
- Listen, Thomas.
You don't know what
you are signing up for.
You don't know what
you are signing up for!
When you see Gabriel
make a goal in soccer.
Yes?
No matter how big a pain in
the ass, you think it is.
I know that you don't have
the same feeling, I had in Milan.
Right, but why don't you
just adopt, then?
- I can't.
- Why, because you are gay?
Apparently so.
Then why don't you donate
some sperm to some dyke?
Well... It'll become too complicated.
It'll be a mess, I think.
Well.
I think it is a fucked up idea.
But I think I know a place
we can go.
So, as I understand it,
a single gay man is able
to adopt a child in Brazil?
Yeah, we do have some
examples of that, yeah.
But as a foreigner you have
to apply through your country.
And yes, I know you can't.
So the best solution for you is:
Find a woman who is willing
to give away her baby, right?
You and this girl have to
sign this child's birth certificate...
stating you as the father.
On top of that,
you need another document,
signed by the mother, that allows you
to take the baby out of the country.
If you have those two documents,
the baby is officially yours.
And this is legal?
If the mother states, you are
the father, you are the father.
Wait, wait. What if... eh.
What if the authorities
ask for a paternity test?
If the mother asks for it,
but why would she do that if
she is happy with the agreement?
- It doesn't sound impossible.
- Not if you find the right woman.
- And how will I go about that?
- It is not as easy as you might think.
Poor people are as attached to
their babies as everyone else, right?
But there are other ways.
- Other ways?
- They are a bit...
unorthodox.
- What do you mean?
- I can put you in touch
with an alternative agency that
has children available for adoption
outside the legal adoption marked.
It's not cheap,
but they can guaranty you
a healthy child and
all the proper documents.
You can even choose the sex and race.
- And where do the babies come from?
- This agency has their own network.
No, Thomas.
Listen to me!
He is talking about
selling you a stolen baby! Okay?
What are we talking about,
money wise.
Depends.
Caucasians are more
popular than blacks, right?
Supply and demand, you know.
But a hundred thousand dollars
will get you far.
Eh, Thomas. Are you telling me that
you are considering this?
Listen, IF you find a woman
willing to give you her baby,
believe me, she is going to
ask you money for that.
Are you telling me I could end up
with a child that was
stolen from its mother?
- Yeah!
- No!
Well... You would most likely
get a child that has been
discreetly picked up at
the back door of some orphanage-
in exchange of some cash,
of course.
Oh, God!
I can't do this!
- Well, in case you change your mind.
- Yeah.
But he is doing fine, or what?
Yes, he is doing great,
he is doing really great.
- It is a nice place they have.
- That's good.
How old is the kid?
How big is he now?
Oh, I don't know.
He is, ehm...
You don't know!
You are lousy at judging that!
- Yes, I do! I know, I know...
- No you don't!
He is, ehm...
He is 5... 6 years.
But are you having
a great time... Or?
- Are you all right, Thomas?
- Yes, ehm...
Sure, ehm...
Everything is fine.
- It is nice to be away from home.
- That is good.
I must go, I have to
start cooking, it is pretty late.
The boys send their regards
and you have to call mom!
- Sure. Okay.
- I have to go now!
Yes, Christine.
See you, see you.
- Yes, take care. Bye bye.
- Bye.
What exactly,
do you do at the NGO?
Basically we hand out food to
very needy people from the slums.
And when we are
inside their homes,
we try to figure out
what else they most need,
and try to arrange it.
- That sounds nice, difficult.
- It sounds like a never ending story.
Maybe I could join you
while I'm here.
When I'm working at the NGO,
I see all kinds ofthings there.
There is an old German guy sleeping
around with two little boys.
It's very very difficult.
While we are offering food,
the old German offers
a pocket full of money.
You know.
It's very very hard to be a...
Paedophile in Germany.
The truth: Without our NGO,
the lives of these children
would be even harder.
NGO, NGO.
In Brazil...
NGO is like a paradise
for a middle class Brazilian
with a bad conscience.
At least I'm out there,
trying to make a difference.
- What are you doing?
- Me? I have a bar.
This dumping?!
No, no, Tereza.
Let him...
Hey, Tereza! Stop it!
It is time for him to learn
about responsibility.
Look who's talking!
Sometimes I think it would be
fucking easier to be gay.
No previous experience
in volunteering.
Eh... No.
Is... Is that a problem?
No.
My big fear is...
Is the language.
Don't worry about that.
You speak some Spanish, that helps...
All you really need is a few words.
You see those boxes?
Here we have food; one month
of food for a family of three.
Besides that we also give some
clothes we receive as donation.
And your job will basically consist
in going around in a car,
handing out food and clothes.
I will find someone to go with you,
and later when you feel comfortable,
you can go on your own.
Okay?
A doll? Your doll?
But anyway, eh,
you will be wearing a uniform,
that will make you feel safer.
Also people will know
you are working with us.
- Hello. Julia Lima?
- Yes. That's me.
Thank you. Thank you.
You know all the areas
are controlled by drug dealers.
They are the local army.
But they love the work we do, so...
you should not worry.
That's it.
Welcome and good luck!
Thank you.
Look, so many things!
So, okay?
Sit down, please.
Do you want some coffee?
Okay, thank you.
Let me put it here.
There.
It's great when you bring us food.
It helps us so much.
I'll get to you the coffee.
The baby is sad.
I will soon send her to Bahia
to be with my mother.
I can't provide for her.
- You give baby away?
- I don't have money to raise her.
I have to send her away,
so my mother can help,
but life goes on, right?
Hello.
Hi, Christine.
Wow wow!
Yeah, so am I.
I don't care!
Christine, I...
If he isn't willing to
give me some room,
now that I really need it,
then fuck him!
Well, I can't talk
about this right now.
No, Christine, listen...
I will have to call you later...
I will call you later, okay?
Good...
Hey.
She is... Very beautiful.
- The baby...
- What about it?
No mother.
Me, money.
Me... lots of money.
Me... loves the baby much.
Very much.
- You want to buy my baby?
- Yes.
- You want to bring my baby to the USA?
- Denmark.
I... I good man.
I like baby.
I good father.
How much would you pay?
Mr Thomas. Come in.
I think I found a baby.
Hello!
Hello?
Hi. You are early.
Could you come back
some othertime?
Not early. You busy?
Okay. Thank you.
I... I have presents.
You... Hello.
So you are the gringo who's
trying to steal my baby?
- What's going on?
- Shut up, motherfucker!
- Calm down, calm down.
- You fuck!
- Presents, presents.
- What are you thinking?
Thomas?
Thomas, can you hear me?
- Can you talk Thomas?
- Yes.
You didn't try to buy a baby,
did you?
I did.
- What did the doctor say?
- That I was lucky.
What the fuck are
you thinking, man?
- I am sorry, Tereza.
- Of course you are sorry.
- Look at you.
- Not that was not what I meant.
I know what you meant,
I am sorry too.
- Calm down.
- Calm down, my ass!
What do you think this is?
A fucking supermarket, where you
just can take whatever you want?
- Give him a break.
- No, he brought this upon himself!
He deserves this.
You deserve this, you know!
- How can you be so fucking stupid?
- Tereza, dear, please...
Just let me
tell you something.
I know that the poverty
you see here is chocking...
I know that a lot of people here
are willing to do anything for money
and it might be tempting foryou.
But these are real lives.
They are not commodity.
I know, I was stupid.
I was an idiot.
Jakob told me about
your situation,
I could see how difficult
it must be for you.
I know you are a good guy.
Honey...
Tell him about that girl.
No, I think it's a terrible idea.
Come on, Thomas is a good friend.
He's an old friend.
Let's help him.
I won't get involved in this.
If you want to, tell him yourself.
I'm out.
Tereza, you're the one
who knows this girl.
- Fuck it!
- Fuck you!
Tereza knows some girl
who is pregnant
and who may wants
to sell the child.
Hi there. What's up?
It's okay.
You are here, great.
You met already...
Howare you doing?
Come with me. It's up there.
- Are you sure this is a good idea?
- No, but we are here now,
it is too late to back out,
don't you think?
Relax, this girl Maria?
She has already had a lot
ofkids, she can't raise them.
The two youngest live with her
sister in the other end of the city.
And she sure as hell,
will not take care of more.
- Up here.
- It is up here.
Maria!
Come here.
Everything okay, Maria?
- Well, this is Maria.
- Hello, Maria, I'm Jakob.
- This is Thomas.
- Hello... All right?
And this is Larissa.
Come here. She's my wife.
Maria's sister.
This is Larissa,
Maria's sister, his wife.
So this is Thomas.
He's the boss.
- Come inside.
- Yes, let's go in.
Don't mind the mess, it's
a poor person's home, okay?
You shouldn't mind, that
this is poor people's home.
This is the house I mentioned.
These are things to put
in the salon, understand?
This is the sink and the shelves.
It will make the girls' work easier.
Well, I have to say that the
house you found is too expensive.
- You find it expensive?!
- I find it expensive!
Maria, why don't you find
a pretty house,
- but smaller, close by?
- No way.
This house is close to us,
and she wants to be with us.
- Right, Maria?
- Yes.
My sistertakes care of my children.
I want to live there.
- They are my only family.
- I understand it.
That's all very touching.
But the house is too expensive.
- Got it?
- Do you want this child or not?
It's not me, who wants it.
It's him.
- I have to check with him.
- Yeah, right.
I said that this shit
would not work, Larissa?
- Take it easy!
- No way!
- What is he saying?
- They want 300.000 for...
Ehm, goddamn it, forthat house
and the salon and all that.
- 300,000 dollars?
- No, 300.000 Danish roner.
They want the money up front,
plus he wants a finder's fee.
- How much?
- 20% extra.
20%! But that's half
the amount the lawyer...
No problem.
Thomas, they are cheating you.
Stop! Thomas!
House, salon, your money... Yes.
- Ok?
- The house, the salon, the money?
- No problem.
- Deal.
- Deal?
- That's it. Deal.
- Go there.
- Go!
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
Thank you.
Sit down.
- Father?
- What?
Father?
Father...
Who is the father?
There is no father.
Is that a problem?
- No, of course no problem.
- No! No problem.
- No, no.
- No problem.
- Deal!
- Deal!
- It is a deal now, he says!
- Deal!
Deal!
You are goddamn unbelievable!
It's here.
Very happy.
All very happy.
Thank you, Maria.
Thank you, Jakob.
Thanks, Larissa,
thanks, Denilson, friends.
Cheers!
Don't get all too excited, now...
Just close the deal and get out!
- Shut up, this is a great evening.
- Sure, it is a great evening.
But just make sure to get
those papers signed in a hurry...
And then we will get out ofhere!
She has to give birth before
we can sign the papers.
What?
- What is it you guy are speaking?
- What? Us?
We're speaking Danish.
The language of our country,
in Europe. Denmark?
- It is called "Dansk".
- Dansk? Sexy...
- Alcohol?
- No. Cachaa.
- Alcohol.
- Cachaa.
- No.
- Just a little.
Wait! It's just a little.
She drank before
and nothing ever happened.
Not good for baby.
Maria, no! Stop drinking now!
You can't drink.
It's bad for the child.
- Just a little.
- Seriously. Don't drink!
- Okay, it's over.
- Take your soda.
Let's drink a toast
to the gringo.
- How do you propose a toast in Danish?
- You say "skal".
Skal.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- This way, please.
- Thank you.
Please, thank you.
The results are great.
And you really don't want
to know the baby's sex?
People say it's bad luck.
Have you discussed when you
want the birth to take place?
No...
The baby comes when
the baby comes, right?
She wants a caesarean.
Why? Why do you want a caes...
Why do you want a caesarean?
- I want a caesarean.
- No, no, no. Why caesarean?
I magine having to force
an apple through your dick!
Explain it to him.
if they can pay for the surgery...
- Its's common.
- Okay.
What about the 16th.
Next month?
- That's fine.
- Okay.
- You need help?
- No, no, no. I don't need help.
Okay.
- Okay.
- So I'll make coffee for us.
Thanks.
Maria?
Hello? Maria?
Let's go home.
Gringo...
What was your name?
- Gringo, this is Rafael.
- Let's go home.
- Oh, I want to dance!
- Let's go home.
- No, no. Let's go home.
- I want to dance!
What did we agree about drinking?
You are boring.
Leave me alone.
- You want to kill the baby?!
- No!
Fuck you!
Go back, then!
Don't... Don't you care
about the baby?
I care about the baby.
I'm only dancing.
You can dance, but you can't drink.
You can dance!
I like dancing. Like it, like it,
like it a lot...
I'm the party dude of Denmark!
I'm, I'm the Dancing Queen
of Denmark, that's me!
Okay?
Dance, not drink.
Alright!
Dance, not drink. Dance, not drink.
Drink!
- I'm sorry.
- Okay.
Okay. I'm sorry.
- You want to go home?
- Let's go.
Who was that guy with you, Maria?
- Denilson, leave me alone!
- You're a whore!
- Did you drink cachaa at the bar?
- I didn't know.
You want to kill the child?
What about our deal?
- Maria?
- Get a grip!
- Alright?
- Fine.
I'm just talking to Denilson.
I'll be right up.
Okay.
Did you get it, stupid?
Denilson is always full of problems.
- You want to eat?
- Yes...
- Maria, about last night...
- No, we have a deal.
- From now on I'll only drink soda.
- Okay.
- Deal?
- Deal.
- Coffee?
- Oh, thank you.
- Have a sit.
- Thank you.
I would like to ask
what you think, if...
If I move...
moved... me move...
- To move?
- If I move in...
I could move in and live with you.
Understand?
- I like.
- Ah, you like?
I like.
- Why?
- So I can keep an eye on her.
So you can keep an eye on her?
- Listen, ifl were you...
- Well, you are not.
Alright, but as soon as
the baby is born, right?
You will get those papers signed,
you will take your baby and
travel back home. You got it?!
You are not supposed to be friends
with her, don't trust any of the...
You are their banker!
Whatever.
Right, don't say I didn't warn you.
It's not what you're used to,
but I hope it will do.
It is fine.
- Good afternoon, sir.
- Good afternoon, sir.
Where to?
To the Hilton Hotel.
To the Hilton Hotel... urgh!
Hello.
- Uncle, she wants to take my toy!
- It's mine.
What did I tell you?
Come.
Maria, your children?
This is my daughter, this is
my son, that one's Larissa's.
Did you see what you have done?
- Maria, please.
- Ah, Larissa, leave me alone.
So...
Me...
Me speak Portuguese.
- Unit four. Taxi.
- Taxi.
- Lesson A. Dialogue.
- Lesson A. Dialogue.
Hey, taxi! Good day, sir.
Alright?
Great! Great!
Are you okay?
Congratulations.
You have a beautiful little girl.
Thank you.
Oh, you are so little, so little.
I want herto be called Rosa.
Like that song, you know, Larissa?
Rosa.
Rosa.
Are you a little Rosa?
Are you?
You are a little Rosa.
Yes, you are.
Hey, Daddy, here I am.
Thanks.
Hey, sweetie. Hey gorgeous.
Look how beautiful she is.
That's probably because she must
have had a really good looking father,
don't you think?
Let Jakob hold her.
- Me? No.
- Hold her. She doesn't bite.
Wow! She is pretty!
When my son was born,
he weighed ten pounds.
- Fat as a pig he was.
- Like his father.
Stop it!
Congratulations.
She's very pretty.
Congratulations, man.
They don't come this pretty in Denmark.
No, they don't.
- Hey, Maria. Come here!
- I want to dance.
Thomas, are you not
starting to worry, just a bit?
What do you mean?
Well... What if she
decides to back out?
Stop it, please.
I don't want to listen to that!
But listen. Why don't you just make
Maria sign the papers,
take you daughter and
go home to yourself?
The longer they are together, right?
The lesser chance you have,
she will hand it over!
She has to breast feed her for
three months, that's the end of it.
- What are you talking about?
- Yes.
Are you completely out of you?
Listen.
Maria has got a great life now, okay?
A great life!
Why on Earth would she
give you her baby?
She has a salon... She has...
She has a house and a roof terrace!
I have to trust she will
do the right thing.
- She is Rosa's mother.
- Listen, I don't want to discuss this.
This is the end of it, okay?
Let's dance. It's our song.
That looks good.
I'll take her inside.
It's too loud.
What, okay...
What does the letter say?
Well, it says that they want
the full amount within five days,
or they will take over
your apartment.
They know you have
been fired, Thomas!
Okay... I, ehm...
I must sell the car and
my Kierkeby paintings.
Can you do that for me?
Well, you have letters from the bank.
You have used all of your savings!
Okay then, never mind.
Listen, I'll figure out something. Okay?
No, of course.
Would you hold Rosa, please?
Thomas, who is that girl,
who is that?
Whose child is that?
Thomas!
Listen, Christine.
I have to go now. Yeah.
Thomas, what...
What is this?
Is that what I think it is?!
Is that what you have been
using all your money for?
- Yes.
- What?
If you by "That" mean this
beautiful little girl, then...
- Then, yes.
- Let me see?!
Well, her name is Rosa...
And she is my daughter.
She is cute!
Oh God, Thomas,
she is so beautiful!
What is this?
How did this happen?
I have to go now.
It is a long story,
I have to go.
I have to figure out about the money...
And ehm...
No, no, wait.
Listen, I'll sell the car.
I'll get the money, so
you have some more time. Okay?
Okay, if you will do that,
you are a true sweetheart!
- Oh, shut up!
- Yes you are, a genuine sweetheart!
And, Christine, don't tell
mom anything, okay?
No, I will not tell mom.
I will let you give her
that heart attack.
- Okay. I have to... I have to go.
- Thomas, don't go yet.
You have to tell me everything
about how this happened,
- you have to tell me everything!
- Say hi to the boys for me, okay?
- Bye. Bye.
- Okay.
What's that, sweetie?
What's that?
Okay.
Let's go.
Thank you.
For you.
Daddy!
Okay, I like it.
- Hi, Maria.
- Hi.
- What is that?
- Foryou.
- For me? What is it?
- Open it.
Do you like it?
Oh, my God.
You look fantastic!
Maria...
Maria...
Delicious!
- Let's dance.
- Sure.
Thank you, Thomas.
This is the best gift I ever got.
It'sjust a dress.
No, no.
- Don't you like me?
- I do.
But not like that.
- I'm good at this, gringo.
- Maria...
- I know how to do it...
- But I don't.
I'm afraid I'll wake up tomorrow,
and you'll be gone.
- I won't leave tomorrow.
- But one day you will, Thomas.
I'll come back with Rosa
to visit you.
I won't disappear.
We need to sign the documents.
Then we'll be a family.
- I know, the documents.
- No hurry.
We're a family already.
Me, Rosa, you...
Larissa, Gustavo, Andressa,
everybody.
Even Denilson. Everybody.
This is where I live in Copenhagen.
You have all this space
for yourself? Wow!
No, no, no.
- You look hot in this picture.
- No, no, no.
No, no.
My summer house
and my nephews...
- They look like you.
- My nephews?
What was that?
Some shit...
Maybe gunshots.
- Where are the children?
- They're playing downstairs.
Gustavo! Come.
Uncle, let me stay and play.
Are you okay?
Thomas, why are you so sad?
Nothing happened to us.
Maybe this is not
the best place for you.
You could find a better place.
- Like Denmark?
- Denmark?
No, no.
You wouldn't like Denmark.
No, I wouldn't fit in, in Denmark.
My place is here.
My family, my children...
I wouldn't be able to live
anywhere else, would I?
Smile.
What? Smile a little.
Come on.
What?
I know what you need.
I know men.
No, I don't...
Just close your eyes.
I don't even want to know
who you're thinking of.
Maria?
What the fuck is this?
Can't you knock
on the door, Denilson?
What are you doing
with this guy, Maria?
What do you think?
You know that this guy...
Plays for the other team, right?
He doesn't like this, stupid!
- Okay. Just go. Just go.
- Do you know?
Where were we?
- It's mine. It's mine. It's mine!
- Give it to me, Andressa!
No, it's mine.
Gustavo, Andressa, calm down.
Calm down!
- Get away. Give it to me!
- Hey, Gustavo!
Shut up! Get down.
I don't want to hear a sound.
- Dinner is ready.
- Let's eat.
- Let's eat. Are you deaf?
- Hey, Gustavo. Sit here.
- Is Larissa taking the children?
- I don't know if she's coming, Thomas.
I'm thinking of keeping
the children here with me.
- Why?
- I have a nice house, a good job.
Maybe I'll even bring
the others home.
Hey, girl!
Come to the table now,
or I'll hit you.
Do you want me to?!
Do you want to get smacked?
Now!
Stupid!
So now she wants
her children back home?
And you haven't got
the papers signed, right?
- She will do so, when I ask her.
- Yes and when will you do that?
I don't think you understand
our relationship.
You are right, I don't.
What the hell...
Are you fucking each other?
You have got to be kidding me!
You are not!
- Yes, a little bit.
- A little bit?
So how do you do that?
Is she fucking you in the ass
with a dildo or something like that?
You know what, stop that!
Stop that!
- No, I will not!
- Yes, I'm not listen to that, okay?
But I don't understand, man...
So should I understand, that
now you are suddenly straight?
No! I... I...
Please accept that I'm happy.
I am happy, right now. Okay?
You are happy...
Bull shit!
- What are you saying?
- Don't you see what you are doing?
Don't you see that you are
deceiving yourself?
- Do you know why you are fucking her?
- No.
Should I tell you why
you are fucking her?
Because you want
to feel good about yourself,
you want to feel good
about the whole situation!
Okay, you don't think I can
fall in love with a woman?
- No! With... with Maria?
- Yes!
Come on, Thomas!
I know you, Thomas,
first of all you are gay, second of all,
all your boyfriends have been
powerfull, wealthy, white boys...
And now you are in love with
a black, poor, alcoholic woman
from the slums.
Don't you see the craziness?
You better stop it now!
- See how nice he looks!
- He looks great! Let me see.
I like it!
Did you like it?
Look that!
- Do you like it?
- Yes.
Say goodbye to uncle Thomas.
Thank you.
See you.
- Get yourself together, man.
- Say hi.
- Is something wrong?
- No, nothing.
Thomas, we should go out
dancing tonight?
- Hi, Larissa.
- Hi.
- Is Rosa asleep?
- In the bedroom.
Thanks.
Hey, wait! My children
will sleep in my home.
- You don't even have a bed.
- They will sleep here.
- So now you want to be their mother?
- I have always been their mother!
Then act like it!
Bathe them, feed them...
You need to grow up.
Come, Denilson.
Come, Denilson.
- What is it, Thomas?
- Denilson.
You two...
For how long?
- Is Denilson Rosa's father?
- No, you are her father.
- You will never give me Rosa, right?
- Yes, I will. We have a deal.
- What are you talking about?
- Where are the baby's documents?
- You want to fuck me over!
- No, Tho...
You have the money, the house...
What more do you want?
I thought we were a family.
I didn't think it was all business.
It is business!
I fucking paid for Rosa!
That was stupid, right?
What will you do now?
Go call the police!
You know what you are?
You're a son of a bitch!
See you, Daddy.
I HAVE SOLD THE PAINTING.
YOUR MONEY HAS BEEN TRANSFERED.
- Hi. Where's Maria?
- No idea.
- Is she with Denilson?
- Yes, they're going to meet.
Don't you care?
- Do you know about the two of them?
- Yes.
But you're the one, who
came here and fucked up our lives.
I'm going to visit Jakob.
I'll bring Rosa.
Whatever.
I'll be back tonight.
Yeah.
Send him up. Thank you.
- May I come in?
- Yes.
Well. It wasn't easy to get those
documents in such a hurry,
but... they ended up perfect.
The money?
So you are sure these documents
are all I need?
Yeah, with these you can get out
of the country and enter Denmark...
When you get there,
you need to make
real Danish papers,
you understand?
And they won't see that
these are forgeries?
Those are original
Brazilian documents,
actually they were really
signed by Federal Police.
Don't worry, I have done this before.
Nice doing business with you.
Passport, please.
- Next.
- Thank you.
SAS Flight 505 to Copenhagen...
is now boarding from gate 15.
Please have your boarding pass
and passport ready for inspection.
Thank you, have a nice flight.
Thomas Guldberg
this is your last call.
Please, go to gate 15
for immediate boarding.
It's Maria's baby.
It's Maria's baby. Maria!
You son of a bitch!
Hey, hey, hey.
Calm down! Calm down!
- Maria!
- I know you.
Hey stay here! Relax!
Take it easy.
Give it to me. Give me Rosa! Let go!
- You son of a bitch!
- Stop it!
- Out of my way!
- Go away!
- He took your daughter!
- Go, Denilson!
- Son of a bitch!
- Go, Denilson!
Let's leave them.
- Thank you.
- Shut up!
- Maria, I'm very sorry...
- I don't want to hear another word.
I can't believe it. I let you
live here, and we even fucked.
- Maria, I...
- Bastard!
Get out of my house.
Get out of my house now.
You bastard!
You're leaving, right?
If we see you in Brazil again,
we'll lynch you.
I'm gonna beat you up.
Coming here to steal our children!
You can run, but I will find you!
Yeah, honk the horn.
I will find you.
You're a bastard and a criminal!
So...
what are you going
to do when you get back?
Going to build some houses,
make some money.
And eventually, everything will be
rainy and grey like it always is.
- Cheers.
- Cheers.
You must think that I'm an idiot.
I think you would have made
a great father for that baby.
Oh, Thomas.
What's going on?
Look, Gabriel.
Your mom has found
a new boyfriend.
Thomas, there is someone
who wants to talk to you!
Hi.
- You are about to leave, right?
- Yes.
She's not Denilson's daughter.
She might be the daughter of five
other guys, but not Denilson.
Okay.
Will she be going to a
private school in Denmark?
- What?
- Good food, beautiful dresses...
Will you buy her an iPod?
Take her.
- Are you sure?
- Take her, please.
I don't have anybody else to ask.
Larissa can't take another one.
I will bring Rosa
to see you every year.
- Thomas...
- Every year...
Just promise me you'll
love her, that's all.
I promise.
Thank you.