Central Station Page #2

Mom.

Who else?

Go on, write the letter!

Do it, I say!

Show me the money first.

In that case,

give my Mom's letter back!

I've already mailed it.

Now, if you don't mink.

Get out of here.

Give me back my mother's letter.

Clear up! Go away!

Clear up! Come on, will you,

you pest! Come on.

Clear up! Let's go! Let's go!

Hey! Hey! Out of here!

Clear up!

Hey, kid!

Would you like a sandwich? So?

You must be hungry.

I've already eaten, thank you.

Listen here! Beauty products!

A buck for a mirror,

Everything's fine here.

I've had more and more clients.

I can hardly keep up with them all.

I'm saving up

to go back to school,

otherwise

I'll get too old for the job...

Bring that back!

Stop, thief!

Hold him! Get him!

Shut up!

Shut your f***ing mouth up!

Stop it!

Shut up!

Wait, man, wait.

Don't kill me, take it back.

Good night, miss Dora.

Bye!

See you.

Hi, son!

Josue.

Fine, Josue. Let me see...

I know. Your mother told you

not to talk to strange men

and she's right.

No need to be scared of me.

I'm not scared of you.

It's ok, Mr. Pedrao.

I know the boy.

Do you?

I'd like to speak to you.

Hey, son...

My name is

Josue Fontenele de Paiva.

Paiva from my father

and Fontenele from my mother.

Great! Mine is Isadora Teixeira.

So, Josue de Paiva,

would you like to

come home with me?

I told you,

I'm waiting for my mother.

Your mother won't be coming.

That's a lie!

She won't come! She's die!

Do you have any relatives here?

An aunt?

Hey? Give me an answer.

So, come with me. Here you go.

If you should change your mind,

all you have to do is

follow me. Ok?

No problem.

Come in.

Where's your husband?

I don't have one.

And your children?

I don't have any. No husband,

no children and no dog.

In that case,

may I go to the bathroom?

Yes, you may.

Where is it?

Over there.

Dora!

Hi! It's been so sultry today.

I'm going into the bathroom

to freshen up.

I have a visitor.

This is Josue.

So, did you like it?

I have a pretty demanding guest,

I see.

Of course not, Dora.

It's just that his mother's cooking

was so much better.

No. She couldn't cook either.

You should be more grateful,

young man.

Irene, what do you do for a living?

Guess!

You look like a teacher,

like she does.

Except she's a letter writer.

You're right! We were teachers.

Don't you have a husband either?

No, I don't.

So, who takes care of you both?

We take care of ourselves.

Didn't your mother live alone?

Who took care of her?

I did, of course.

And your father?

Didn't he ever show up?

My father works a lot.

He's a carpenter.

He works with wood.

He can make tables, chairs,

doors, tops and even a whole house.

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