My Hindu Friend (Meu Amigo Hindu)

What have I done?

We've been able to manage your disease for 10 years.

But now, the chemotherapy is no longer

controlling the cancer.

The disease has spread to the lungs and spine,

and two vertebrae have already been affected.

Now, it's the chemotherapy,

which is making you weak and feeble.

That's why we have to stop it.

So what do we do?

The best thing medicine can offer you

is a bone marrow transplant.

We don't do that here yet,

so I want you to go to America for the procedure.

The risk of fatality is very high,

but if you don't do this, everything is gonna be very quick.

I don't want to die in the hospital.

I want to die at home.

And what if he doesn't do the transplant,

what happens then?

You've got two or three months to live.

It's your choice.

What kind of bullshit medicine do you practice

that you can't even cure me?!

I want you to know that if one of us had to die,

I'd rather it were me, not you.

Truth is, if one of us are gonna die,

it's gonna be me, not you.

I'll tell you another thing: You're lying.

If one of us has to die, I'd rather it be you, not me.

I want to stay alive.

(GENTLE CHANTING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

And who are you?

I've just been told I have three months to live.

You won't die 'cause death doesn't exist.

Let's pray together.

(GENTLE CHANTING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

I'm here to celebrate

the union in marriage of Livia and Diego,

that your bodies and hearts be one until death do you part.

Livia Monteiro Bueno, is it of your own free will

that you take Diego to be your legitimate spouse?

Yes.

Diego Fairman, is it of your own free will

that you take Livia to be your legitimate spouse?

Yes.

Considering these affirmations

made by each of you before me, I declare you man and wife.

(WOMAN SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(MAN YELLING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

- Ooh! - Ah.

I've known this bastard since he arrived in Brazil,

and some shit illness is not going to take away

the finest of our generation.

I know he's gonna beat it.

I propose a toast!

To the groom, to the bride,

that at this moment is shamelessly getting married.

Livia, my dear, please, say something.

Say what, that during my rebellious years,

I did everything I wanted to,

and then some?

And I have no regrets.

But I should confess you that ever since I was a girl,

I've always dreamed of a white wedding

with a nice dress and all the trimmings.

I knew the minute I met this son of a bitch,

now my husband, that he was sick.

I abandoned a marriage and brought with me a son,

our Daniel, to live with him.

And today, he has made me his wife

and the happiest woman in the world.

I guess this is my turn.

I'd like to toast to all of you, my friends,

who, in a way, are characters in the story of my life.

And of course, I want to toast this unbearably lovely woman,

who I desire so much, and I want to make the happiest person

in the world and fulfill all her dreams.

I love you, Livia.

Woo-hoo.

- Woo-hoo. - (GROUP CHEERS)

Yeah!

Woo-hoo!

Yeah, yeah, yeah,

- yeah, yeah! - Woo-hoo!

Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

A moment of silence, please.

My love, I have a confession to make:

I've already cheated on you.

- Oh, my god. - (MAN LAUGHS)

That's all right, I cheated on you too.

(GROUP SINGING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

I'd like to propose a round of applause for Dona Sebastiana,

who prepared this magnificent feast.

I love cooking.

I love it, don't I?

And when I asked my mother for the recipe, she refused.

That way, she said, when she died,

I'd have something to remember her by.

Aww.

Try the Brunello, Diego.

You can feel the nice long finish it has.

Aromas of rancid olives and sleepy hazelnuts,

lying on a bed of Roman cow dung in the moonlight.

96 points.

Robert Parker.

It's good.

Hello, everybody.

- Oh, hi. - (GROUP CHATTERING)

- Hello. - Hi, hi.

We're so late, I'm sorry.

You know, we were shooting just down the street,

but I didn't even have time to change.

You look beautiful.

We simply couldn't miss your wedding.

Manuela, those two, who are they?

Oh, they are that couple from the soap opera.

They are such stars.

Oh, really?

I propose a toast.

To Antonio, who is helping his brother Diego

in times of need,

to my mother, who raised three sons in difficult times,

and to you, Diego, I hope you come home soon.

To family.

To family.

- To your family. - (GROUP CHATTERING)

I'd like you to all take a good look at this man

because I'm going on a trip,

and I'm not sure there's a way back.

And before I forget, you can all go to hell.

This is Diego's brother,

to whom he hasn't spoken for over 10 years,

and he's going to be the donor.

Diego blames him for their father's death.

He was the favorite son.

He lost everything their father had, gambling.

That's terrible.

You think he's coming back?

Probably not.

I don't know.

And if he does, it's not going to be easy for him.

That champagne is really good.

Where does it come from?

It was my wedding present.

Oh, not my farewell present?

You decide.

I decide?

That's a good one.

Hey, Gabi, you remember that night

we were sitting around the hotel pool,

and you started screaming

because that naked German guy slapped you

because you wouldn't suck his cock?

That night, you really went up in my esteem.

Come on, Diego, how little you know me.

I know you.

Yeah, you do.

You know why I didn't suck his cock?

You tell me.

Yeah, because I don't like soft cocks, baby.

- Don't look at me like that! - (GABI LAUGHS)

I only like hard ones, like you.

- Oh, me too, me too. - (GABI LAUGHS)

They work better that way.

Can you believe it?

He says I'm jealous of him.

You think a woman like me needs to be jealous

of a guy like this?

Ouch.

He's the one who should be jealous of me.

I heard you have the most gorgeous breasts in the world,

is it true?

I have, do you want to see?

- No, don't do that. - Shut up.

- Come on. - Do you want to see?

Yes or no?

- Come on. - Yes, I do.

Yes!

All right, all right.

Oh!

- Come on, you're drunk. - Oh!

All right, all right, all right,