Carandiru Page #2

Coffee, sugar, chocolate, toothpaste?

Joints are only two packs

of Marlboros each. Want one?

I don't smoke.

Too bad! Commerce, doctor!

Makes the world go round!

Let's go.

Easy, now. That's it.

Slow.

He can't spit there.

Tuberculosis. Anyone steps

on that, spreads the disease.

If he had the strength,

he'd go to the sink.

It's not easy.

He must be isolated.

But where, doctor?

Name?

Everyone calls me the Beard.

Why are you here?

Well...

...my brother was killed.

Two days later, the murderer

had a little meeting with death...

...so suspicions fell upon my

good self.

Some said I did it and others came

along and said they saw it wasn't me.

With some saying it was me

and others saying not...

...here I am, five years now,

waiting for the judge to decide.

Do you have sex here in jail?

- Anyone who denies that is a liar.

- Use condoms?

If I've got one, I do.

- IV drugs?

- How dare you, doctor?

I wonder, Beard!

What's that mark on your arm?

Beard is next!

My name's Alpio.

Do you use drugs?

Needles?

No way, doctor. I got AIDS from

all the ass I've had in jail.

Plenty of ass.

Is it still worth taking the test?

I listen, give advice...

...a little tenderness,

hold them tight...

...and then they always give us

something nice in return.

A pack of cigarettes, some candy,

a slice of cheese.

So many men shut up

in here, doctor...

...without our feminine support.

Yeah, I've got AIDS,

but I didn't get it in here.

I brought it in off the streets,

and I can't complain.

You come in here sick and they

treat you with respect, dignity...

...and that's the greatest thing

in a crook's life.

I'm a junkie and a dealer.

In my business, if a guy doesn't

pay up, I can't take back...

...what I sold him. The bastard's

already smoked it, snorted it.

I take whatever he's got.

If he's got nothing, I kill him.

The other day I tried to get

an extra banana from the guy...

...who delivers lunch. The bastard

said only if I kissed his banana.

So what the hell,

I'm just crazy about bananas.

Doctor, everyone in my cell's

got this itch.

It's unbearable.

Scabies. I'll give you some medicine.

So how are you getting along?

Doctor, after shooting cocaine

in the dark with a blunt needle...

...drawing blood with this rig...

...is hardly fair play.

Too bad!

See what you did?

See what you did?

- Who are you?

- I'm the doctor.

I was taking blood samples.

- Just ask...

- Watch out!

Like you have

to tell me who to ask.

I'm calling the duty officer.

Wait here.

If no one can identify you,

you're staying right where you are.

Don't take it personally.

It's their job to escape...

...and mine not to let them.

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