City of Men Page #3

That was my brother, Edson.

Helinho, were any of them waiters?

Waiters?

I don't think so.

- Is that you, Zeze?

- No, I'm not bowlegged.

- Was anyone a waiter?

- A waiter? No...

- Wait! Heraldo was a waiter.

- Heraldo?

- He joined the team later.

- He was a waiter and on the team?

Hey, Ace!

- Well?

- Well what?

- Tell me...

- No way...

- C'mon, man!

- I'll think about it.

- You have to pay.

- Like hell!

Okay, take it easy.

Your father's name is Heraldo, bro.

- Heraldo?

- Heraldo.

Heraldo.

He plays over at

Aterro do Flamengo.

It's a team of waiters.

Heraldo...

Now, now!

Get it, get it!

- Shoot!

- A goal kick!

Fullback or forward?

Who, your dad? Probably the goalie,

if he plays like you.

Look, that must be him!

You guys have the same style.

It's hereditary,

you'll have the same potbelly!

A huge one!

Game's over, let's go see.

See you all next week! Thanks!

Are you Heraldo?

No, I'm Bira.

- What's your name?

- Vadinho.

- Do you know anyone named Heraldo?

- No.

- Do you know Heraldo?

- Geraldo?

- I know many Geraldos. Which one?

- No, Heraldo, the waiter.

Don't know him.

- Do you know anyone named Heraldo?

- Heraldo?

- Heraldo Coutinho?

- No, Heraldo, waiter.

Exactly.

What do you want with him?

Wallace's father is a friend of his.

He wants to be a waiter,

so he thought Heraldo could help.

Your dad hasn't seen him

in a while, has he?

It's been a while.

If Heraldo gets him any job,

it'll be at the prison cafeteria.

He's in jail for what happened

at the Fiery Bull.

- The Fiery Bull?

- The famous steakhouse. Remember?

He got 20 years.

Last I heard, he was in Frei Caneca.

Sorry about that.

- Thanks.

- Good luck.

Let's forqet it.

What? You wait 18 for this

and now you chicken out?

Yeah, but I didn't think

I'd find him here.

What if he's dead?

Don't talk like that!

Come on.

He walked out of here

- He's on parole.

- What'd he do?

- What?

- What was his crime?

- Who are you?

- His son.

Hello? Hi.

Yes, okay.

Heraldo Coutinho got 20 years

for manslaughter. He did 15.

Manslaughter? Robbery?

Yes, and murder.

He was a killer and a thief.

Let's go.

Cheer up.

You got his picture now...

- How are you?

- How are you?

Let's sit.

Hi, Fiel.

What's the matter?

It's too complicated.

Go on...

- Do you have a father?

- No.

Nor a mother.

- Wanna listen?

- Sure.

- Who was that b*tch, Midnight?

- Some chick... What an ass...

Get him, Fasto!

And in broad daylight.

You mug someone, Fiel,

and then bring the cops here?

- You f***ed up, man.

- You ass, you wanna die?

Well, Fiel?

Don't make a sound.

Your MP and your purse.

Quick!

Give them to me!

Hands on the car.

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