Double Dad (Pai em Dobro)

Good morning, sunshine.

A candle and no cake? For real?

A cake made of light and human warmth. Mother Moon's new recipe.

I helped her make it.

Hooray, Vicenza!

Happy birthday, sweetheart.

Thanks, Mom.

Eighteen orbits around the Sun.

Eighteen years old. Now you have an adult daughter.

Oh my Goddess! What was your wish?

To know who my dad is, obviously.

Oh, sweetie.

Even on your 18th birthday, you're making that same old wish?

Yes!

Doesn't it move you?

Don't you understand how much this means to me?

Of course I do, honey.

And it still doesn't move you, me wanting to know who my dad is?

Nope. Not even a little bit.

-You think you're always right, huh? -But I am!

Come on, Mom. I have the right to know.

Baby, it's not the right moment. The Moon isn't aligned with Jupiter.

You're so insensitive, you know?

Sweetie, Mommy needs to talk to you!

I have nothing to say.

You can just listen. I'll do the talking.

-I had a dream. -Here it comes.

No, I won't make you hug any goats.

Twelve goats, Mom! It was 12 goats!

Yeah, 12 goats. Anyway, I dreamt of a letter.

The letter "I" for a country.

So I thought… Iran? Iraq? Ireland? Italy?

But I know. I can feel it's India. You know I can feel this kind of stuff.

Yeah, I know, Mom. But couldn't it be, I don't know,

Israel? Iceland? Indonesia?

Nope. It is India.

I can feel something is there.

-Will you come? -Is Dad there?

No.

Then, no. Thank you.

You know what, Mom?

I think there's something for you to learn in India,

and it'll be good to take a break from each other.

Vicenza Shakti Pravananda Oxalá Sarahara Zalala da Silva.

Is this how you speak to your mother? Or of India?

Haven't I taught you we have to respect India?

India is a state of mind, a quantum consciousness.

It's here.

Inside you, inside me,

inside all of us.

Vicenza!

-Happy birthday, Vicenza. -Happy birthday.

Thank you.

-Happy birthday, Vicenza! -Happy birthday!

Thank you, girls!

-Happy birthday, Vicenza! -Gratitude!

-Happy birthday, Vicenza. -Gratitude!

Happy birthday, Vicenza!

Happy birthday, Vicenza.

-Thank you. -Happy birthday, Vicenza.

-Happy birthday, Vicenza! -Gratitude.

-Happy birthday, Vicenza. -Thank you.

Happy birthday, Vicenza!

Thank you!

I knew I would find you here!

Happy birthday, Vicenza!

I wish you many Moons! Thousands of Moons!

I brought you a gift.

Thank you, Mother Moon!

Here. It has aloe, spinach, yautía.

Everything to moisturize your hair. It's looking so dull.

So dull.

Is that you?

Yes. I'm trying to finish it, but I can't.

You have to know yourself better before making a self-portrait.

That's true, Mother Moon.

But how can I do that if I don't know who my dad is?

Can you talk to Mom?

I've talked to her a thousand times. But you know how Raion is.

She doesn't listen, even to me, when we discuss this.

Oh, Mom! Enjoy your trip!

Mom. Safe travels, okay? Take care.

Of course. Oh, honey, I'm gonna miss you so much!

Me too.

-Raion! -Huh?

Mother Moon! Get her safely to the airport, okay?

No problem. But we're late, girl! Super late!

Hold on. Just a second.

Blessed be the Moroccan angels, the shamanic healing,

the odorless Erê.

And blessed be Nature, which takes care of all that.

We are guided by Her.

Perfect.

Blessed be the lettuce sprout!

And one more thing.

If you feel the need to do something insane--

and listen well, I didn't say "want," I said "need"--

then listen to your heart.

Because if your heart, and only your heart,

compels you to insanity…

-Then do it. Have faith and do it. -Okay!

Oh, honey.

I love you so much, sweetie!

Bye!

RIO CARNIVAL 2002 SANTA TERESA BLOCO RAION AND PACO

"Santa Teresa's Troupe. Raion and Paco."

COSMIC UNIVERSE

FOR SALE

How much is it?

Three hundred. Thank you.

-A ticket to Rio de Janeiro, please. -Okay.

You can go that way.

Hey, lady!

Why are people giving me money?

What?

-Aren't you begging? -No!

Not that I don't need it…

Do you know where Santa Teresa is?

-Gratitude! -Good luck!

For real.

Amoeba's party!

-What's up? Listen, Naked Amoeba. -The party!

-In two weeks! -We're gonna have music!

Bring family, friends. You'll love it!

Excuse me. Naked Amoeba's party. It's in two weeks, okay?

We're gonna have music. I'll be playing too.

Yeah, other people will play too. Hey, guys, what's up?

Naked Amoeba's party, okay? It's in two weeks.

-We're gonna have music. -Naked Amoeba. In two weeks.

It'll be like a rave.

Yeah, we're gonna have live music!

Naked Amoeba!

-It's for our budget! -Come to the party, everybody!

Hey! Be careful, you dummy!

-Sorry. -You almost made me fall.

-I know. Sorry. -Be careful.

Jeez, what are you looking at?

Nothing.

-Hello. -Hey.

-Where is this address? -It's here.

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

PACO'S STUDIO

Yes? What do you want so early in the morning?

It's 2:15 p.m.

Good afternoon!

Whoa. She's a hugger.

I'm looking for Paco.

Paco? Is it about classes?

-Yes! It's about classes! -Great. Come on in.

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

Wait! Hang on, not so fast.

Paco!

Paco!

Why are you yelling, Josie?

It's Jade. Ja-de.

Jade.

That girl wants to talk to you.

-Who is she? -I have no idea.

-Hello. How are you? -Hey, Paco.

I'm here to talk about classes.

Today is Saturday.

-Today is Saturday. -I came a long way to meet you.

Look, you can come back on Monday, and we'll talk, okay?

Paco, I screwed up. Come here quickly.

Just a minute. He'll be right with you, okay?

Sorry for butting in, but you haven't sold a painting in a while.

These classes have been helping you pay the bills.

Let me tell you a secret. I don't like to teach.

I hate push-ups, but I do them. That's how it works.

Go talk to her.

Go. Move.

-You said you came a long way? -Ten hours on a bus.

I'm making an exception for you.

Just give me a minute to freshen up.

Vicenza!

My name is Vicenza.

It's the mix of "Vicente" and "Zana," my maternal grandparents.

Don't touch that.

Don't touch that, okay?

Tell me, why do you want to take classes?

It's because I'm having trouble with my self-portrait.

-I think I have art block. -Welcome to the club.

I haven't painted anything in five years.

-Really? -Yes.

But it's normal.

Let me tell you, I don't have enough patience to teach.

So I handpick my students, the ones I think are worthy.

Do you have anything to show me?

No, but I can draw you a sketch.

-No, there's no need. -No big deal.

Hey, there's no need.

Look…

You don't need to, okay?

Is that me?

Right. So come back on Monday.

Okay? Come on. I'll walk you to the door.

Paco?

I'm Raion's daughter.

Raion's?

Raion's daughter?