The Man of the Year Page #5

Your hands are freezing.

Are you nervous?

Cledir, I've been thinking...

I've be thinking, and

I think it 's for the best...

Ready! I'm coming!

Ah, Miquel, I'm so pleased

to receive you in my home!

Sit down, son.

Now I can call you son, right?

We must register this occasion!

It's so nice to see you together.

Praise the Lord!

MiqueI's Coke!

I'll just fetch it.

- No ice, mom. He likes it without it.

- You told me so many times, I forgot.

I wanted to tell you...

See how happy she is?

She loves you.

I've got to tell you

something, Cledir.

I know this is a special

occasion for you...

Go on!

I think the time's not right yet...

Cheers! Cheers!

I'm going to recite a poem!

Quiet!

Life is an open air tunnel.

Love...

Oh, I'm no good at poetry.

When I think of Cledir I imagine

a world of four letters: Love.

What about the honeymoon?

We're going to Araruama.

Anyone been there?

No.

No money...

Humberto! This is Marco,

and that 's my cousin Robinson.

- So you need a job?

- Yes.

The guy who used to work with me

disappeared. Completely.

Do you like animals?

- Sure. Animals?

- Then the job's yours.

Miquel, come and cut the cake!

Cledir was so beautiful that day.

And I realized I wanted

to be a normal man.

A working man, married...

with children.

That's what I wanted, to be a

regular guy like everybody else.

I was going to work at the pet shop.

Everything would be fine.

Lots of sh*t, right?

Only thing these animals know

what to do is sh*t.

Might as well get used to it, you'll

have to clean up plenty of baby sh*t.

That 's what marriage is:

Baby sh*t.

And baby sh*t is like quicksand:

Take one step and the sh*t

won't let go of you.

- Not all marriages are the same.

- They are. Only the sh*t changes.

There's porous sh*t, runny sh*t...

Women are only cute

until their wedding day.

After that, they turn into fat,

vindictive cows.

They never forgive you for

having married them!

Do you have any dog biscuits?

- What brand?

- Any.

The most expensive.

So this is where

you're working, son?

Do you earn enough

to keep your family?

You did a good, clean job, kid.

Brilliant future ahead of you.

Dr. Carvalho, could we talk outside?

You went off before

I could fully show...

all my gratitude, son.

Not many people

you can rely on these days.

What's wrong? Regrets?

Regret becoming a hero?

Of having rid

society of a monster?

Here, this is for you.

See you around.

- That guy is a friend of yours?

- He's my dentist.

What a jerk.

See, Zilmar? From here I can see

all the entrances to the house.

A monitor for each camera.

I know who enters, who leaves.

It's great.

Sometimes I sit here with my whisky.

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