We Still Have the Deep Black Night

We Still Have the Deep Black Night

This is for Grandad’s medicines.

Why don’t you buy them yourself?

I’m not coming home tonight.

"Inner Beast show at Buraco"

"36 people confirmed"

Cool!

You guys play like you’re about to kill somebody!

Look at this!

Hey, Kaká, you have to give the band a boost.

You used to do more gigs!

It wasn’t so crowded, was it?

There were 21 witnesses at the concert.

You counted!

I didn’t have to.

Only 21 people in Brasilia are into real rock music.

And when there’s no one left?

What will happen?

I’ll kill myself.

The concert is on Thursday, right?

Thursday we’ll be there.

– I wouldn’t miss it! – Cool.

Oh, I can’t on Thursday.

I have to work all night.

Is it the Pensions Reform handbook?

Shit...

What's up guys?

This is Martin, the German friend I’d told you about.

He arrived today.

The day will break...

I will still live!

The way I wanted...

As you said...

I should be.

The day will break...

and I'm here with you,

as I always wanted...

The city can't see our scar.

– Hold out! – Give up!

– Hold out! – Give up!

– Hold out! – Give up!

Hold out!

Wow!

Awesome, guys!

So, let’s play another one?

– Let's do it! – Let's play "Satellite"!

The studio is all yours.

No need, it’s OK for today.

Gee, man.

Lara, can you drop me off at the bus station?

Oh, Kaká, come have a drink with us!

– Right? – Yeah.

– Right? – Yeah.

Stay over at my place tonight.

Artur, why don’t you and Karen move in together already?

Think of the time she wastes commuting from Gama to Brasilia everyday.

If she lived here in the city we could rehearse more!

Some days it takes three hours.

It's a pain!

Oh, Cicero:

Is it true you're going to play in a Hives cover band?

– Oh no, is that for real? – Hivees? What the fuck is Hivees?

A friend formed a band, he needed a drummer.

Here, Larica, take a look...

The Hives!

Fuck, that band in suits and ties, man!

It’s like a tribute to the 2000s.

It’s mainly The Hives. In suits and ties...

– What the fuck, Cicero! – That’s so lame, man!

Fuck it, man! I want to play!

Our band is in a coma, you know?

It’s a miracle we’re playing a gig next Thursday!

And there’s something else:

There are covers for all kinds of bands here, except for the Hives.

Gee, man!

Guys, Cicero is right.

About playing the Hives?

We’re too laid-back about the band.

That’s what I’ve been trying to say!

So you'll go straight from your shitty day job to your shitty cover band...

You can just keep your suit on!

We need to give our band a push! We have to invest in it.

It’s easy for you to say.

You make $12,000 a month from your job at the Senate!

The man is the Hives!

Stop talking shit and let the German hear the music.

The trumpet will start now.

How long is the German staying?

He wants to see us play.

He saw today’s rehearsal.

It’s the concert that counts!

What a drag!

Who is it, damn it?

Good evening, how can I help you?

Look at him: he's so drunk, he can't even stand up straight!

Oh, what a drag...

Dude, will it be like this every week?

Fuck!

Do you really need to call the police every time?

They have work to do, man!

Every day the stink of marijuana comes from here.

– Every day! – Marijuana!?

What marijuana!?

Have you seen any marijuana in my residence, Larica?

Listen...

Take it easy!

I'm cool, I'm cool...

There are honest people in this building...

…hard-working people who get up early to work!

We're not like you, you bum!

What!? Go to work?

I know your kind.

You’re a sucker!

– You’re a sucker! – You're a junkie!

This is your wife’s junk!

Now he’s pulled his cock out!

Tell me, kids:

Who the hell are you?

Well, Mr. Inspector...

I’m a radio journalist, I have a studio in block 205...

Hmm...

Cicero, sleeping there, works at the Senate!

Artur is a journalist...

Karen is a...

Designer, right, Karen?

And Lara...

Cut the crap, Alex.

We’re musicians, man.

Fuck, musicians!?

Don’t the military police have anything else to do!?

They only bring us stoners and musicians!

There’s no criminals around, eh?

So you are musicians... What do you play?

Coldplay?

I refuse to play covers!

Their music, Mr. Inspector...

It's more...

Psychedelic punk rock, man.

With a trumpet.

Like Sex Pistols, Pink Floyd and Miles Davis?

And does it work?

On Thursday we’re playing at Buraco.

Why don’t you come by?

What do you play? The guitar?

I play the bass.

Cicero is the drummer.

And you, honey?

Are you the band’s groupie?

I’m Miles Davis.

Yeah...

I had a band too.

A punk band. In the eighties, the nineties...

You, in the bathrobe:

Do you remember when the shopping street in...

South 109 had a row of bars, right next to each other...

before Brasilia became this shitty dormitory town?

Do you?

We started the night at the Arabeske.

It closed around 1AM; Estação bar too.

Then we went to Beirute bar and were there until 3AM.

Then Beirute closed. And what did we do next?

You went...

Home?

Luiz’ Bar, you moron!

How many times have I seen the sun come up from Luiz'...

Where have they all gone...

the folks who drank until the sun came up?

"Inner Beast show at Buraco"

"42 people confirmed"

The boss is coming!

The sun’s blinding, right, Karen?

Listen, tomorrow night...

you’ll be helping the guys finish the...

Pensions Reform handbook. Ok?

We’ll discuss some overtime pay later.

Wait, wait, wait!

I’m playing a concert tomorrow. I’d told you.

Get someone to replace you! Whatever!

Wait, I am playing the concert.

There are plenty of people ready to take your job, right?

And there are plenty of...

Bosses lining their pockets with shifty public contract money.

There's a lot of it around here.

My father woke me up today throwing that at my face!

"Find your civil service examination"

Stop, stop, I fucked up!

Shit! Damn, Lara!

Fuck you!

Let's go!

Fuck, dude!

If it goes on like this, we’d better not even show up at the gig!

Record it, Alex!

I’m not in this for fun!

We will play this concert.

So do it properly!

You book a gig out of nowhere, there are barely 40 confirmations!

Even if shit rains down from the sky, we’ll get 150 people in that bar!

Dude...

Men really take that “alpha male” shit seriously!

It’s hard.