Charcoal (Carvão)

May everyone from Joanópolis have a blessed Saturday.

Welcome, enjoy our broadcast. It's 3 pm now.

Message from Mariene of Paiol Grande to her husband Kido.

"A kiss in your heart, my beloved Kido."

"E ainda se vier..."

Why did you turn it off?

- I don't like the energy bill Jean. - But grandpa likes it.

Yeah? Did he tell you?

As soon as we turn it on, his eyes move.

It's a stroke.

He's not enjoying anything.

Well, you decide:

either you watch the cartoons you like in the afternoon,

or you listen to the radio in the morning.

You can't do both.

Anybody home?

- I'll watch cartoons. - Okay.

Good morning!

Hi, is this the house of Mister...

...Firmino Santos?

Yes, it is.

I'm from the Health Center, I came to check his oxygen tube.

Zé's the one who takes care of it.

Zé was transferred, now it's up to me.

May I come in?

- Sure. Please. - Excuse me.

You're a doctor?

Not a doctor, dear, call me Juracy.

Sorry for being a little unfriendly

Zé had been taking care of my father for a while now.

Oh, I know how it is, but don't worry

This is Firmino, my father, and this one is my son Jean.

- Hey, Jean. - Hey.

Hi, Mr. Firmino, all good?

She's the new nurse dad.

I'm Juracy, from the Health Center, I came to see you today.

- Let me get you a stool. - Thank you, dear.

- Sorry for the mess. - No no, don't worry about it.

Let's check out Mr. Firmino.

Let's go.

Are the meds all correct?

All good.

Taking all of them on time?

Yeah, everything that...

...that the other nurse prescribed for him is okay.

Are you running out of any medicine? In need of replacements?

No, no. I got some new packages this week.

Everything's normal.

- All good. - Same as always.

Let me just write this down.

Now let's check the oxygen.

About five liters per minute.

All right, Mr. Firmino, it's all good.

Did you hear that, dad?

Now you'll cheer up a bit.

Replaced that old oxygen.

It'll get a little better.

It won't, my dear, it won't.

It won't.

In this situation?

There is no way.

Looking at that rotten wood, getting termite droppings on his face...

That rough sheet grating his ass...

That diaper, leaking from the sides...

He has no air, so his breath won't get better.

It will only get worse.

If we can call that "breathing", right?

Two plastic tubes in that old cartilage.

Jairo!

Come here.

Jean, go play football outside.

- No. - Now, Jean. It's an order!

- Hello. - Hi.

How are you?

This woman is saying some things.

You're charcoal producers, huh?

It's a big oven.

- Do you make a living from that? - Yes, we do.

From the charcoal production and the orders I sell to other places.

Mmm, hard life, huh, dear? I know how it is.

I may have a proposal for you.

It would be good for your family,

for Mr. Firmino,

and also for another person who is in need.

Mr. Firmino, may God be with you.

Bye, little boy.

CHARCOAL

Subtitles: Lucas Gabriel Revision: icoa9125 and bostonstraggler

Slow down, Jean.

Are you racing with your grandpa?

Hi, Irene!

I didn't see you guys at mass.

We arrived late, so we stayed at the back.

Oh, okay.

I arrived earlier to talk to the priest.

You're looking good, Mr. Firmino.

Poor thing.

He gets weaker and weaker.

How is Mrs. Amélia?

Well, she's...

She's not good, Irene.

She doesn't want to leave home anymore.

I don't insist anymore. I leave her there.

My heart gets tight. I keep thinking that any time...

God forbid.

We can only pray.

Oh, I want to order your chicken in blood sauce.

It's Sérgio's birthday next month, he wants it.

Oh, it's true!

Make it good.

Sure! It's true, yours is close to Dad's.

- It's true. - Okay.

Sérgio, don't you have a job for Jairo?

I mean... A job for...

Charcoal production is too low at this time of year.

Oh, there's that other one.

The earthworks business in Piracaia.

They always need people. Take him.

Come by my house another time and we'll settle it.

- Okay. It'll help us a lot. - Thanks.

Ready to go?

Where's William?

He'll spend the whole vacation at his cousins'.

When he comes back, tell him to come over my house for us to fly kites.

He'll definitely go, he's missing you a lot.

- Bye, Firmino. - Bye, Mr. Firmino.

I'll check some prices over there, OK?

Jean, please take care of your grandpa.

- OK. - OK?

- Irene. - Hi, Father.

Were you here?

Yeah, we were in the back.

Father...

When a person is...

...languishing.

Really, really bad.

Do you think that...

...that God's will is for that person to...

to... disincarnate?

Irene,

your big heart makes such questions.

It's about your father, right?

Don't worry, God doesn't want him to die.

Everyone has their time.

So God wants him to continue suffering?

It's not like that.

God is the cure.

But when the cure is not possible...

When it's hard.

What do you think God prefers for the person: suffering or dying?

Oh Irene,

unfortunately I don't have that answer.

I think the answer is within each one.

In prayer, in your private conversation with God.

Okay, Father.

Thank you very much!

Thank God we receive a lot of orders at this time of year.

If it continues like this,

with many orders, maybe I can

tithe a little more to the church.

That's great, Irene.

Right now, the Church is in a lot of financial difficulty.

Right.

- May I have your blessing, Father? - God bless you.

- Help me with the firewood. - I won't.

Come on, Jean, I won't call you again.

No, I like it here.

Come on, Jean! It's an order!

Lazy boy.

How can you think of such a thing?!

Today the soup will be ready later..

I'm gonna eat in the city.

With what money, Jairo?

And I'm the crazy one imagining stuff.

Son, come say good night to your grandpa.

You're sleeping in our room tonight, okay?

You aren't going to hurt Grandpa, are you?

Oh, my dear...

No no.

Listen...

Your grandpa's been suffering a lot.

For a long time.

He doesn't want to suffer like that.

It will be better for him.

Come on.

You can tell if he wants to listen to the radio,

but can you tell if he wants to kick the bucket?

Let's go, son.

It's over.

Let's go.

The island, Don Miguel.

Very good.

Can I see?

Here.

What is this shit?

Halloween?

Will they believe it?

It's not my first job.

Of course they're gonna believe it, Miguel.

Hey, you!