Just Like Our Parents (Como Nossos Pais)

Nara, stop it!

But I'm not doing anything wrong!

Nara is just terrible.

Always answering back.

Lunch is served.

Shall we?

C'mon guys'

Come, Rosa!

Nara, don't spill it.

- Fine! - Hey, don't do that!

Cacau, grab a chair!

I need help in the kitchen.

Smells delicious!

Alessandra, can you lend a hand in there?

Make some room.

Let's eat.

After 20 years,

I decided to make this fish stew to honor Dado.

Our guardian of the Amazon.

Thank you very much.

You have no idea how badly I ate during my trip.

So this stew here is a godsend.

- Can we eat it too? - Of course you can.

Only you to inspire me to dig up this recipe from my married days.

I want to be honored too, dearest mother-in-law.

As soon as you stop threatening to divorce my son,

I'll make you a beautiful homage.

And surviving marriage is not reason enough for an homage?

Especially with your son?

I was reading an article in a magazine

about a tribe where women make a stew out of their husbands.

A feast.

But only lots of pepper would make it taste good.

- It's true. - Where did you read that, Rosa?

In one of my magazines, right? Probably.

Probably.

1 don't think you understood what the article said.

What didn't I understand?

Do you want to know?

What you didn't get

is that women didn't kill their husbands to make a stew.

The article was about a symbolic ritual

of their mythology...

It's impossible to eat like that.

- Come here, my love. - Go with grandma, go.

- Why don't you go play now? - OK.

This article also mentions

how the adults from the tribe care for their children in their day-to-day.

You could learn a thing or two from this tribe.

Day-to-day stuff.

I can't believe you're asking your husband to stop

what he's doing to bathe your daughters.

Are you comparing the preservation of the Yanomami tribe,

of the Amazon rainforest,

standing up to powerful mining companies,

to writing texts

for a bathroom website

with the incredible goal of forcing people to hit "like"?

Would you prefer your husband to stay home bathing your daughters?

A man whose work has such an environmental impact?

How selfish of you, Rosa. Wake up.

Do you know "Furo do Maracujé"?

It's an amazing riverside tribe with some wonderful stories.

My website... Actually, I don't have a website,

I work for many different clients, but I'm currently working on a website

for a cutting-edge steel company, did you know that?

And 1 think you could renovate your bathrooms,

your taps look horrible. I know a lot about taps, you know.

Darling, that's not even the point. The point is Dado's work is important.

And this time it was amazing, because we had close contact

with the daily habits of the families.

A unique experience.

Yeah, because you really learn a bit more about...

Other people's families.

Rosa!

Dammit!

Let's get inside.

Come Juju, Nara.

We have to take things inside.

- HI take this. - C'mon.

Did we get everything?

Dado, it's not funny, they're going to get a cold.

HI have to take care of them later, not you.

Everybody get inside!

I'm going to count to three.

One! Two! Three!

I bring you lollipops.

This lollipop is for you

and this one is for you.

You know, it's funny how you never do the dishes at home

but when there's an audience...

Actually, that's not the problem.

Every time we come here you get like that.

That means the problem is not me.

You're the problem, Rosa.

Yeah, right.

As soon as daddy finishes doing the dishes, we're leaving.

So get your things.

Oh no, mom!

I don't want to go home, I want to stay at grandma's.

- Yeah, mom. - I'm not asking for your opinion,

- I'm simply letting you know. - Let them stay a little longer.

Can I enjoy my Sunday too? Plus they're wet from the rain...

- You're tough on them. - I wonder why?

I must have some kind of memory of someone being really tough on me.

It certainly wasn't my dad, that sweetheart.

Are you talking about Homero?

What an image you have of your father? Our memory cheats...

Homero has always been an absent father,

-never helped me with anything. - Mom, let me tell you something.

If my father left you, I have nothing to do with that.

No, your father didn't leave me.

I put a stop to that leech who lived at my expense.

Can I tell you something? You're wasting your time.

You're not going to change how I see my father.

You were conceived in my trip to Cuba and Homero wasn't there.

At the Sociology and Education Conference.

You're drunk, right? You must be crazy.

I had an affair.

A quick one. In Havana, during the conference.

It was there.

Homero has no idea.

Doesn't even suspect it.

He was a Brazilian sociologist,

an education activist like myself.

But I haven't heard from him, I don't have his number or address.

And you hid this from us all this time?

You never said a word, mom.

You are Homero's son.

Your call has been forwarded to voicemail

please, leave a message after the tone.

SINCE YOU CHOSE ANOTHER DAD FOR ME,

I CHOOSE NOT TO BE YOUR DAUGHTER ANYMORE. STOP CALLING!

Tug of war.

Hi, Alessandra. Is Cacau there?

He vanished, you know him. Make yourself at home.

Hey, daddy!

I'm going to show you where my daddy is.

Come, I'll help you.

- Where's he? - Here he is.

Go with mommy, it smells like cigarette in here.

Cigarette.

Cigarette, cigarette.

Mrs. Clarice, huh?

Fuck, Cacau.

She outdid herself at lunch.

The worst part is that things make sense now.

She's always liked you better.

She's always protected you, everything you did was wonderful

and she was always chewing me out.

I thought maybe it was because I'm a woman, but no.

Fuck. You have like five childhood photo albums,

and I have just a horrible one that I finished myself.

Shit.

Thirty eight years keeping this information

to tell me the way she did?

Knowing I have a different father is not even the worst part,

the way she said it is.

So cold, what the fuck?

No, no. My dad is Homero.

He'll always be.

The guy who used to enter apnea contests with us.

Those puppet shows in a fucking suitcase.

You're still my sister, OK? 100%.

Not half-sister. 100% my sister.

It'll have to be a grand party.

I'll arrive in a balloon.

- ...like a fairy. - Girl, I'm impressed!

I'm so excited!

Why can't we come in? I don't get it.

I'm going to tell you, it's better out here.

We are out here, dad. Is it that bad?

You and Didi can't talk to each other, is that it?

What can I do? I'm here now,

but I've got to go to a hotel, darling.

And you're going to a hotel today?

If possible, I'd like to go to a very cheap one.

I don't want to burden you.

- Do you need money? - I have no money.

- But look... - How much do you need, dad?

Fine Arts in Houston, Texas, bought my prints.

- And they pay in dollars. - Great, dad.

It's a sure thing.

I'll make you a deposit, dad.

You know, darling, it's a sure thing.

Otherwise, I might do something crazy to pay for it.

Hey. How are you, Rosa? I'm glad you're here.

Hi, Caru.

Hi, Caru...

Did you know your father

hasn't paid for Caru's school in eight months?

Are you serious?

I'm serious. And do you know how I found out?

The school called saying Caru might not be able to stay

in school next year. That's how, Rosa.

I don't care about this shitty school, mom. It sucks anyway.

- She learns more from life. - C'mon, dad!

It's true. Math is the calculation of uncertainty.

She knows that already, she's gifted.

- Yes, it's his calculation... - Calm down. We're going to...