The Violin Teacher Page #3

VR is on probation.

Without an extra credit,

he'll go back to Youth Detention Centre.

This is really between you and him.

Laerte, be a bit more patient.

It's good that you came.

The NGO cleared the funds.

Here's the advance you asked for.

Could you sign the receipt?

The room we talked about is free.

You can use it.

And if you convince them

to rehearse on Saturdays,

I can give you a modest raise.

OK.

- Thank you.

- Thank you, Laerte.

See you on Wednesday.

What's up?

Hey, mate, doing good?

I need to talk to you.

- I'm in a hurry.

- No, you're not, brother.

What were you thinking,

messing with Mr. Genival?

That police talk.

You don't call the police

in the slums, mate.

We represent Cleiton, the guy who

does everything for the community.

We're turning a blind eye this time.

- Can I see your cavaco, mate?

- It's a violin.

Let me see it then.

No, wait.

Wait, wait, wait.

You're going to wreck it.

Give it back, don't touch it.

Play a song for me, mate.

Play him a song.

80' Pra Contrariar.

- I don't know it.

- That one...

Oh, oh, oh, oh

You're gonna kill daddy like that

Play the song he's asking.

- Let me go.

- Stay there and play the song.

Make the motherf***er

play the f***ing song.

Play the motherfucking song!

Ten gangbangers surrounded me...

- Well, there were five at least.

- Don't stretch it.

He pointed a gun

at my head and said,

"if you don't play now,

I'll blow your head."

- And you?

- I got out the violin and played.

I played really well.

You should've pointed a gun at me

during the audition.

- Maybe I would've passed.

- What are you talking about?

This is nonsense.

What are you running from?

- Let's have another one.

- I have morning rehearsal.

Please, just one more. Only one.

I can't. I have to go. Laerte!

Two more shots here, please.

Hey, sir.

Is it true some stuff

happened to you?

- What was it?

- They're saying, sir,

that you picked a fight

with Cleitds guys.

Weren't you scared, sir?

A well-played song will soothe

even the fiercest beast.

What did you play?

I played Paganini's Caprice No. 20.

If it had been Twinkle, Twinkle,

we wouldn't be having this class.

Yeah, no way.

Well...

Let's take advantage

of the little time we have.

Hand out these scores.

You wanted a different song, right?

It's a canon.

Leave the instruments aside.

We'll sing together, OK?

We start with the cellos

and the basses.

Re, La, Si, Fa.

But we're singing together, OK?

Sir.

We can't read scores.

What do you mean,

you can't read it?

- No.

- That's it.

- None of you can read it?

- No. No one's taught us.

You're kidding me, right?

What is this paper

you keep passing around?

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