MTV Ao Vivo - Nando Reis e os Infernais (Nando Reis e os Infernais - MTV Ao Vivo)

I'm James...

I'm 17...

and I'm pretty sure I'm a psychopath.

I was eight when I realised I didn't have a sense of humour.

Why doesn't the queen wave with this hand?

Eh? Why doesn't the queen wave with this hand?

Cos it's my hand!

I'd always wanted to punch my dad in the face.

When I was nine, he bought a deep fat fryer.

He saw it on an American shopping channel.

One day, I put my hand in it.

I wanted to make myself feel something.

When I was 15,

I put my neighbour's cat in a box and took it into the woods.

It probably had a name.

After that, I killed more animals...

and I remember every single one.

School was beneath me,

but it was a good place for observation and selection.

Because I had a plan.

I was going to kill something bigger.

Much bigger.

Hey.

I've seen you skating.

You're pretty shit.

Fuck off.

I get these moments when I have to lie down

because everything feels sort of too much.

And I look up and see the blue, or the grey, or the black,

and I feel myself melting into it.

And, for like a split second, I feel free

and happy.

Innocent.

Like a dog

or an alien...

or a baby.

Your presence is required, young lady.

Why are you talking like Downton Abbey?

Just get inside and help.

My mum used to be nice but then she got divorced from my dad and met...

Tony.

Last week, he said he thought I needed a bigger bra.

So I threw a chicken Kiev at his head.

Mum pretended that she hadn't heard him.

Now she has the perfect house and the perfect garden,

in the perfect neighbourhood

with perfect twins.

Well...

their heads do smell nice, though,

it's true.

I haven't seen my dad since I was eight.

He never fitted in, he couldn't settle, so he had to leave.

I don't blame him.

But he sends me a card, without fail, every single birthday.

I understand, actually.

I don't trust people who fit in.

Is this from you?

What?

What the fuck?

What?! I'm here.

I'm literally here.

It's free.

I'm not saying he's the answer,

but he's something.

Hey. Hey.

I've seen you skating.

I haven't.

You're pretty shit.

Fuck off.

Alyssa was new.

She'd started that term.

I thought she could be interesting to kill.

Are you waiting for me?

So I pretended to fall in love with her.

What happened to your hand?

Shut up.

I haven't got a phone.

OK. I smashed it.

OK.

Like, on purpose.

OK.

So you can't call me.

OK.

I don't have a phone either.

Really? Yeah.

I hate them.

I knew that people in love went out on dates.

Do you want to go on a date?

With me?

She said yes.

Hi, what can I get for you today?

Is this true?

One of the top ten greatest American dining experiences...

Yeah!

Right, can I take your orders?

Uh... I will have a banana split with extra cherries...

Mm-hm.

some blueberry pancakes...

Mm-hm.

and a hot chocolate with cream.

He-he, are you hungry?

He-he-he, and an extra fucking spoon.

Excuse me?

For him.

OK, sorry you can't use language like that,

otherwise I'm going to have to ask you and your boyfriend to leave.

OK.

OK, I'm sorry.

Sorry.

I will have a great big banana shit

with extra fucking cherries on the top of it...

OK, sorry, that's it. Right.

MARVIN! Oh, yeah, go get Marvin.

See if Marvin can make it banana split for me,

you fucking cunt.

BYE, MARVIN!

It seemed that Alyssa had some issues.

I think we live in the most boring town on the planet.

Yeah, maybe.