O Menino da Porteira Page #3

The pond dried up

On the muddy pebbles

The toad got all bruised

What's a clown?

A woman thief

Don't worry, the Gandus are big,

but they ain't four. We can beat 'em.

- I want my bird back.

- Is the train late today?

Dad says the train's never late.

We're early.

- I wanna be a train engineer.

- No, I'll be the engineer.

- You may be the stoker.

- Know what I'll be when I grow up?

I'm gonna be a cowboy and

blow a horn to call the cattle.

- See? The train is never late.

- Let's go swim in the waterfall!

- Mr. Belmiro, how do you do?

- I'm fine, you?

- I've been by your ranch to chat.

- My boy needs that medicine...

you prepared for his foot.

It's like that again.

I saw it, but I'll have to make

some more. Can you wait?

I'm gonna drop by at Alipio's

for some hardware. See you later.

If you don't mind my askin',

what did you wanna chat about?

We're gonna have that meeting

tomorrow at Arlindo's. Be there.

- I'll think about it.

- Thanks. It's an important meeting.

- We'll see, we'll see.

- Okay.

What's wrong, Filoca?

Mornin', Miss Juliana.

Aninha, give me a hand here.

Ask Clarinha if she can come to the

store to help me choose some cloth.

- Bless me, Godfather!

- Compadre. Comadre.

I got me a stray calf here.

I wanted to keep him whole...

...but I'll have to castrate him!

- Come inside, Comadre.

- We can't. Otaclio has an errand.

- Just for a coffee.

- Another time.

- Andrelino...

the meeting's tomorrow. If we pool

cattle from eight or ten ranchers...

we can try and sell it

directly to the abattoir.

Okay, then.

I'll be there tomorrow.

Hey, pardner! Come on, son!

Any news, Chico Fu?

Spill it.

Mr. Milito...

you really are pals

with the devil, aintcha?

You were right, Dr. Almeida is

roundin' up the rebels for a meetin'.

If you don't have a good nose,

you can smell only sh*t, Chico Fu.

Ain't that right? You police guys

can smell things from afar...

...even before they happen.

- Where's that meeting gonna be?

At Arlindo's store.

Tomorrow, late afternoon.

I want you to pay attention

to them, Chico Fu.

Any suspicious movement

from that riffraff...

...you report to me at once.

- Don't worry, Mr. Milito.

I'm gonna keep my eyes and my ears

peeled. Nothing's gonna get past me.

- Let me see.

- I never forget my measurements.

And you never get fat either.

You dropped an inch.

What's going on?

Are you in love, Julita?

Yeah, right! Everybody in

this town is afraid of the Major.

Look who's here! Z Coqueiro!

How's things, you devil? Wanna

pay another visit to the slammer?

Get off my case, Chico Fu!

Get thee behind me!

Diogo?

Diogo?

Mr. Diogo!

Come in. Noca's

is like home to us.

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