Sonhos Roubados Page #3

No way...

I moved out of my mom's place,

I'm renting a small room near there...

won't be for long though.

You're damn right, I'm not having

my girl living in some room.

My girl has to have a place with

an air-conditioning, plasma TV.

Which one is it?

Don't forget to say thanks

when you give it to her, go on.

I came to say thanks.

Put it over there for me.

Diane was lucky,

she could have got into trouble.

She sure could...

but I know what it's like,

you want to go to the dance...

and your hair's all dry, needing some

shampoo and you've no money, right?

My dad's workshop is near here.

Do you know him? Germane.

Germane? I never knew he had

a big daughter like you.

Let's go, Diane.

Thanks, thanks a lot.

Sure thing.

My mom's here.

Been five years since she died.

What was it she died of?

AIDS.

She used to sell her body...

she was crazy, didn't take care.

She was a junkie too.

I sure miss her.

Yeah, your mom's your mom.

Except for mine,

who's more like a stepmother.

I tried moving back and she

slammed the door in my face.

But she's six months pregnant

anyway, poor thing.

She wants nothing to do with me.

Auntie, can I have one?

Hey, I'm not old enough for you

to be calling me auntie!

I haven't eaten since yesterday.

Here, go on, scram.

Hey, that'll come off

your wages, OK?

- What?!

- There's one missing.

- You're going to make me pay?!

- I saw you giving one to that boy.

- I hardly earn a thing anyway!

- You think I'm a fool?

I'm telling you, I'm sick of you

and this place...

pay me now I'm getting the hell

out of here!

You don't know how to work,

get out!

It's dangerous, Sabrina,

there are cops...

I'll have to forge my ID and swear

I'm his wife...

but they'll pay me Rs 200 a time,

what am I supposed to say? No?

I don't know, he's inside,

must be a criminal, a murderer.

Yeah but at least

he's already inside.

- Hello?

- Hi, who is it?

- It's Jessica.

- So, you agree to be my wife?

- All that's missing is a ring.

- And are you coming next weekend?

What do you look like?

I'm bland, blue eyes.

Cool, a real dude, huh?

Bullshit, you think I'd be

in here if I looked like that?

So listen, my brother will be outside

waiting to bring you in...

but he needs to know what color

clothes you'll be wearing.

I'll wear a green blouse.

All right, see you next week,

my babe.

Sure, my blond guy.

Bye. grandpa!

You can go right back,

there's no class today, thank God.

We already missed two months

with the teacher's strike.

- What is it this time?

- All the stores are closed.

Some drug dealer's been killed,

everyone's in mourning.

Hey, how about going

to my new place?

Let's go.

What about Juninho,

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