Don't Call Me Son (Mãe Só Há Uma)

DON'T CALL ME SON

- Hello, sweety. - Hi.

- Did you sleep well? - Yeah...

Sleepy face.

Just one spoon, OK?

The world Drummond describes in this poem is not any world.

It's not today's world. It's a world in war.

A world full of dictators, without freedom.

A world with death.

And when you see the poetic persona saying “My memories trickle down”...

...I have only two hands, I'm powerless”.

When I get up, the sky will be dead and looted”.

i.e., I'll be alone”.

Guys, it's tough to live in a world where you look at the sun and the sun is dark.

The sun is darker than night, the sun doesn't warm up, doesn't shine.

It's more like Ice Age than global warming.

Can you picture that? We live in a tropical country,

but imagine living in a tropical country where the sun is dark.

Pierre... Do you understand this chaotic, dark world we live in?

It's very important to look at this poem and hear the voice of despair,

the lack of serenity conveyed by the words.

Go straight from the solo.

From the solo and then the come back.

And come back to “if you don't listen to me, the world will fall apart”.

Hey, got the weed?

Man, why that face?

- We're in the middle of the rehearsal, OK? - OK.

Wal...

You're an asshole, huh? What?

Wal...

What?

We're in the middle of the rehearsal.

So what, can't you kiss me?

No!

- Fuck you! - Fuck you! Son of a bitch!

Cut it out the two of you!

- Fucking asshole! - Damn it.

Fuck!

Give me the guitar.

Scientifically proven.

79% of women who used anti-cellulite cream for four weeks were satisfied.

Pierre?

- Hi. - Where's mom?

See?

I'm hungry.

Do you want me to make you an egg?

- And can you? - Yes.

OK.

- Is it good? - It's tasty.

Can I taste it?

Give me your plate.

- Mom! - Hey! I'm home.

Where were you?

You took so long!

You're very late.

Are you all going to control my life now, huh?

Cut it out, guys, I'm just a bit late.

But where were you, mom?

I was doing my things. Let's have dinner?

Mom, who are those people outside?

Pierre, go outside. They want to talk with you.

- Hello Pierre, good evening. - Good evening.

- You are Pierre Almeida, right? - Yes.

Dona Aracy's son?

How do you do? I'm agent Sakurai from police.

Ask Selma to take Lavinia to school...

And where's Joselito?

Okay, no, no, no. You'll have to sort this out today...

OK, OK, bye.

Bye.

Sorry to make you wait.

Dona Aracy Costa Almeida, right?

- Pierre Almeida? - Right.

Pierre, did your mom talk to you?

- Sure. - No.

- How come? - She didn't.

OK.

We received a declaration that you're not Dona Aracy's son.

That's absurd.

It's ridiculous.

Shall I get his birth certificate at home? I have it.

We have witnesses of his birth.

- Who said that? - That's ridiculous.

I can't say.

It's under judicial confidentiality, I can't tell you.

- Today you'll have a DNA test done. - Today?

Yes, today.

- No, no. - You knew it was today.

No, I didn't.

Yes, you knew the test was today.

The problem is I didn't talk to my son,

he suffers from low blood pressure,

I suffer from high blood pressure.

And we need a few days. Can't we reschedule it?

No, we can't. It has to be today, the date is today.

Don't worry Dona Aracy, it'll be alright. OK?

Seventh floor, room 116. The results come out fast.

- Good afternoon. - Pierre, Dona Aracy?

That's right.

Take a seat. Who's first?

I'm nurse Lourenco.

I'll collect the material for the requested tests.

Can't we do this any other way?

I don't think so, Dona Aracy.

Put your elbow here.

I'll tighten a bit here and ask you to close your hand.

Have you ever drawn blood before?

No, that's the problem, you see? He's never done it.

- I see. - That's why I'm worried, he has...

But the procedure is very simple.

No, no, no!

I need you to keep your arm still or I may hurt you.

I'll ask you to close your fist. That's it.

Well done.

Right, just a little.

Are you OK?

He's dizzy.

Take a deep breath and you'll feel better.

Can you gel UP?

Let him take some air first.

Here, have some water.

- Would you like some juice, mom? - Yes, please.

Pierre? I want to take a shower.

Just a second.

Look, I'll say it one last time.

Gas.

Gas, when you leave home, close the tap.

It cannot be open. And there's that trick.

Yes. The oven knob doesn't work.

It's simple. You're not stupid.

Now this is important, look. The chicken is here.

It's enough for two days.

Tuesdays and Thursdays, chicken. Mondays and Wednesdays it's meat.

The other days are free. Rice's here, all ready.

- What's in the fridge? - The little one, the ground beef.

In the blue Tupperware, right?

The soup also, Okay?? In the round Tupperware.

I told you, fuck.

- Money... - Right.

The money's here.

If I need more, who do I ask? Vania?

Ask Vania, sort it out.

Vania you're gonna do the washing, right?

Yes.

Vania will do the washing. She'll come once a week to wash it.

- Don't forget their uniforms, huh? - I know.

- They don't have many t-shins. - Don't worry.

Okay. It's them.

It's alright, sweety? It's alright, Okay??

Give mommy a smile.

Mommy will be back to fix you dinner.

Don't worry, don't worry, Okay??

Mommy will be back to fix you dinner.

Stay here with auntie Vania.

Come on, mom.

God be with you.

Go, go. Vania. Go.

Pray for me, my friend.

- Be strong. - Pray for me, everyday.

Cuffs in front of her family?

Mom!

Please, that's not necessary.

What are you looking at, damn it.

Fuck off, this is a lie!

Pierre, Pierre!

Go to hell all of you!

- Aracy! - Get lost!

- Mom, let me go too! - Sweety, go back! Pierre!

Pierre! Pierre!

Cut if off! Cut it off!

Go mind your business.

- How shameful! - Go mind your business. Idiots.

Eat a little, dude. Eat some.

Pierre, you spent the whole day here...

You need to eat, get some glucose into you.

You need to eat something, dude.

I'll speak openly with you, you're seventeen and...

- I think you deserve it. - I know I was adopted, Okay??

My mother told me and I'm okay with that.

You weren't adopted, Pierre, you were stolen.

It's quite different, you know?

Adoption is when a mother doesn't want her child and hands it to another to care.

But someone got into that hospital and stole you.

You're a miracle, dude...

It's been seventeen years looking for you.

Think, 17 times 365.

It's more than 5000 days, man.

5000 offerings, 5000 prayers.

I think your mother prayed so much that the saint got fed up

and handed you over.

Here's some pictures of your family.

This is your father, his name's Matheus.

- I have a family already. - Look, Pierre.

Look, those people spent ages looking for you, dude.

This is your mother.

Her name is Gloria.

And you have a brother, dude.

Joaquim, his name is Joca.

Pierre...

Do you wanna know your real name?