Bog of Beasts

In times gone by, sugar plants...

stretched right across

the countryside.

Then time took over and

swallowed them up.

And time has swallowed

up the sugar mills too.

There are those who say

that in the end,

time always wins.

One day it swallows up the mill,

just as it swallows up you and me.

What a f***ing old bastard!

Cocksucking son of a f***ing b*tch!

Look at her little c*nt around.

- Good morning, Mrio.

- Good morning!

Are you better?

And I've been ill, by any chance?

Sit down, man.

Now I've heard it all.

I'll tell you one thing, Mrio.

That talk we were having.

I was thinking.

There's no honour left in the world

unwounded. No moral unbetrayed.

And today, even more so, what with so

much filth and immorality in the world.

I just don't know.

- It's really shameful.

- Yes.

Why, just yesterday,

on television, on that game show...

that girl who brings on

the contestants...

hasn't got a penny to buy

herself a decent outfit.

Wiggling swinging her buttocks

from one side to the other.

And what an arse she's got

on her, that's for sure!

I know. There's no respect

left any more.

And you know why,

don't you Mrio?

There're no real men any more.

With morals.

With a sense of shame.

With a voice of authority.

Today, they're worse

than a wet dream.

It was different in the old days.

There was some authority - shame.

Whores had shame,

the betrayed had shame.

Today, it's just become fashion.

And Maninho, is he still

digging that cesspool?

Huh, that one. He doesn't know

his arse from his elbow.

He gave me an IOU for his work

and pays it partying.

Either he's digging this devil

of a hole, this cesspool here,

or he's dancing around

with your lot.

It won't do to keep on changing half

way through the game like he does.

Well, that's my opinion.

Take it or leave.

It's not quite so cut

and dried, Heitor.

Maninho is an artist!

On all counts.

But you're always having

a go at him.

Me? Having a go at him?

Auxiliadora!

We're going over to the

filling station tonight.

They say it's been busy.

A lot of truck drivers.

So this afternoon,

go and get the washing,

take it over to the women's house,

and then we'll meet in the

square and go there.

I'm talking to you.

I'm saying that tonight we'll

go over to the filling station,

'cos they're busy.

Are you taking the piss...

or what?

I'm telling you that tonight

we're going over to the filling station...

'cos they're busy.

When someone speaks,

how does the other one answer?

All right.

All right.

This is all I needed. Oh my girl!

- Can I switch the tv on?

- No!

You're not gonna waste

your time with that.

You'd better come and

have lunch now.

And leave the house in order,

so you can go out this afternoon.

Come on!

Oh God!

I have to raise my voice now, do I?

Ccero, are you going

to lie there all day long?

Can't go and pick up the shopping.

Can't take the van to be washed.

Is there nothing you could be doing?

I spend the week studying in Recife,

and then here I'm turned into a skivvy.

- Oh! Ccero.

- I'm f***ing knackered!

What? Everyone here works all week,

everybody does everything.

It so happens that I'm

f***ing shagged out.

I only study because

you all make me.

Not 'all'! Your father doesn't give

a hoot if you study or not.

Oh! Are you still dating that girl?

Kind of.

Later on I'm taking the car out

with Everardo and the boys.

Everardo this, Everardo that.

Why doesn't this Everardo stay

with his own kind? Mmm?

There's a party out at a friend's farm,

mum. We're all going.

What farm is this that I know

nothing about, hey Ccero?

Listen, will you be coming

back next week?

Ah. So you can bring back

those plants I ordered.

For f***'s sake! You're already giving

me orders for next week?

Excuse me, excuse me!

For the love of God, I didn't want to

offend! I only asked a little favour.

What car shall I take, huh?

I'll get the van.

The owner of Galisa has again

denied that his company...

uses excessive amounts of hormones

in their chicken production.

He said that nothing over

the limits are permitted.

And that the use of hormones

at his company...

is completely within accepted limits.

And to say that it's

absolutely ridiculous...

that the excessive use of hormones

is causing undesirable...

hair growth in women - it's only you,

the listeners,

who can clear up this problem.

The radio company would like to invite

all women who are suffering...

from the growth of a moustache

or chest hair...

to come forward and help

prove the accusations.

That's the way we work here...

one word from our listeners and

we expose the culprits!

Hey! Move yourself Arlindinho.

He's always under our feet.

Margarida said the boys

are coming over later.

Oh f***!

How to bear that f***ing lot.

I don't want to set eyes

on that Everardo.

He still owes for the last time.

When I think of the kind of things

he likes doing, it turns my stomach.

Sick bastard!

Well, you can just get used to

the idea, 'cos they're coming.

They wanted us to go over to

that cinema. No way I'm going there.

It's a f***ing nightmare that place!

I like the parties with the boys.

I've never been to this cinema,

but I'd go without any hassle.

So go! If you like having the

sh*t beaten out of you.

If you're so hooked on

being thrashed.

You're love a good thrashing!

You f***ing vulture.

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