Central Station (Central do Brasil) (Central do Brasil)

My darling,

My heart belongs to you.

No matter what you've done, I still love you.

I love you.

While you're locked in there all those years,

I'll be locked up out here, waiting for you.

I want to send a letter to a guy who cheated me.

Mr Zé Amaro, thank you for what you did to me.

I trusted you and you cheated me.

You even took the keys to my apartment.

Dear Jesus,

You're the worst thing to happen to me.

I'm only writing because your son Josué asked me to.

I told him you're worthless,

and yet, he still wants to meet you.

- Address? - Jesus de Paiva.

Sitio Volta da Pedra.

Bom Jesus do Norte, Pernambuco.

Dalva,

- My hot pussy... - Pussy?

Your body against mine, rolling around in the motel bed,

our sweat boiling, me, I still...

- I still feel... - Infatuated.

- That's it, infatuated! - I don't know the exact address.

- I need it. - Okay, then write:

Third house after the bakery, Mimoso, Pernambuco.

Cansanção, Bahia.

Carangola, Minas Gerais.

Town of Relutaba, Ceará.

Muzambinho, Minas Gerais.

Hello, Mrs Dora.

- How are you, Mr Pedrão? - Okay.

- See you tomorrow. - See you.

CENTRAL STATION

Irene!

- What? - Come on up! Now!

- Coming... - This piece of crap...

is as old as I am, isn't it?

Sit down here.

Not again, Dora.

I want you to know that I disapprove of this, okay?

Here, give me a hand. Read this one.

I saw your ad in the personals column

and your description was the only one that interested me.

This jerk wrote the same thing to ten different women.

I'm tall.

I have brown eyes, straight hair, and an education.

- They say I'm good-looking. - He's as ugly as a worm.

Education? He can't even write.

Trash?

Dear Jesus, you're the worst thing to happen to me.

At least try and show up for your son,

- he still wants to meet you. - She says the boy wants

to meet his father, a drunkard. In fact, she just wants the guy back.

Don't tear this one up! The kid wants to...

- meet his dad and reunite the family. - So what?

- You'll ruin it for them. - He's a drunkard and used to beat her.

- So the boy's to grow up fatherless? - Better than living with a drunk

- trash. - But isn't it her first letter?

It'll be an exception!

I've had enough of this, I'm leaving.

- He'll smash her face in... - So? It's not up to you! It's her face.

- Okay, I'll put it in the drawer. - No, you'll send it tomorrow.

The trash or the drawer... I'll send it next week if we decide...

Liar! Those letters stay in that purgatory for years.

I'll send it next week. Sit down. Let's get back to work.

- You can be a pain in the ass sometimes. - They say many people often lose...

control during Carnival. I'm one of them. We both had a good time,

- but let's forget it now. - Oh, I like this one.

You do?

Really? Really? Really?

I haven't heard from home for a while. I don't think they get my letters.

Our postal service sucks, you can't trust them. Or maybe they've moved.

- You think so? - One buck, Mr Sergio.

See you, Mrs Dora.

The other day I sent a letter through you. Remember?

Did you send it?

- No, I'm sending it today. - Good! I want to tear that one up...

and send another. I think I was too hard on him.

Go ahead.

Dear Jesus,

Your son Josué wants to meet you.

He wants to visit you since he don't know you.

Doesn't know...

He doesn't know you and wants to visit.

I'm on vacation next month and can come with him.

Then I can see Moisés and Isaías.

You know what... I'm dying to see that bastard again!

- You're experienced, what do I say now? - How should I know?

- Help me, please. - You think about it and come back.

The truth is, I still like him a lot.

Jesus, I miss you so much. It's awful to wake up without you next to me.

If I had one strand of black hair left on my head, I'd leave it...

- for you to tear out. - That's great!

Wait for me, I'm coming back. Love... What's your name?

Ana.

- Put this in the letter. - There, it's in the letter.

- Shall I send it or not? - Send it. How much?

Two bucks... Minus one for the unsent letter.

How do you know she'll send it? She hasn't even put it in an envelope.

Don't be rude.

- She's helping me. - Next!

Give me your hand.

Hey, my top!

Come on, Josué!

- What happened? - A woman got run over by a bus.

Is she dead?

She's gone to meet her Maker.

Mom!

Thank you, ma'am.

I want to send a letter to my father.

Start writing!

Dad, come to Rio because mom's been hurt.

- Got any money? - Yes.

Show me.

Show me.

- Who do you know in Rio? - My mother.

- Who else? - Go on, write the letter like I said!

- Only if you show me your money. - Then give me my mother's letter.

I've already sent it. Now go away.

- Give me the letter! - I said, scram!

Get out of here. Move it, kid. Scram!

Come on, beat it!

Get out! Beat it!

Hey, kid. Wake up. Want a sandwich?

- Not hungry? - I've eaten, thanks.

Special offer! Today only! All beauty products one buck!

- Combs half-price! - Everything's good. I have...

so many customers, I can hardly handle them all. I'm saving up...

to go back to school.

Thief! Nab him! Mr Pedrão!

Go get him!

Don't move!

Don't move! Don't move. Shut up! Don't move.

Wait...

don't shoot! I'll return it...

- Good evening, Mrs Dora. - Evening.

Leaving already?

- Hey, son. - I'm Josué.

Josué, is it? Let me see me your top. Oh, I see... Your mother told you...

not to talk to strangers. She's right.

- But you needn't be afraid of me. - I'm not.

It's all right, Mr. Pedrão. I know the boy.

Then I'd like to talk to you.

Hey, there...

Josué Fontenele de Paiva. Paiva from my father, Fontenele from my mother.

How admirable! That's very good. Mine is Isadora Teixera.

Would you like to come home with me, Josué de Paiva?

- I told you, I'm waiting for my mother. - She won't be coming.

- You're lying! - She won't be coming, son. She's dead.

Do you have any relatives here in Rio?

An aunt?

Answer me.

Look... Take this.

If you change your mind, you just follow me. Okay? I mean it.

Come in.

Where's your husband?

I don't have one.

- And your children? - No children, no husband,

- no family, no dog. - Then I can use the bathroom?

- Go ahead. - Where is it?

Over there.

It's hot as hell today! I'll go freshen up in the bathroom.

I have a guest this evening.

This is Josué.

Was it good?

- See what a demanding guest he is? - His mother's cooking was better.

No, she was a lousy cook, too.

Hey, you should be a little more grateful... you brat.

- Irene, what kind of work do you do? - Guess.

You seem like a teacher, like Dora. Except that she's a letter writer.

You're right, we used to be teachers.

- You've no husband either? - Neither of us.

- So who takes care of you? - We look after ourselves.

Your mother lived on her own. Who took care of her?

Me, of course!

And your father never showed his face?

He works too much. He's a carpenter.

He works with wood. He makes tables, chairs, doors, tops...

- houses... all by himself. - Wasn't his father a...

- Well, what do you want to do? - I'm going to be a truck driver.

Our fathers used to drive big trains.

Yeah, and they were drunkards, too. It sucked.

You okay, Josué?

What are you doing? You sneaky rat!

Can you read? You think I won't mail your mother's letter?

Well, you're wrong, kid. It's been so hectic...

- I haven't had the time yet. - Give it, I'll take it to my father.

Are you crazy? Do you know where he lives? Far away, on another planet!

- I'll get there! - You'll never get there. Never.

I think the best thing is if I mail it tomorrow. I promise I will.

Do you swear you promise?

- I swear I promise. - You're not going to lie again?

No.

- Where are we going? - You're going to a great place.

- Hello, Mr Pedrão. - Hello, Mrs Dora. Hi there, son.

We're late.

Hello, Pedrão. Please come in.

- Yolanda, this is Mrs Dora. - Nice to meet you.

Now, I'm not sure what he's told you, but as you can see...