A Coleção Invisível (2012) - full transcript

- An eagle.
- Why an eagle?

You know why?

Because eagles watch
everything, from above.

You already live
in the clouds!

Your turn Bruno, come on!
Don't avoid the question.

I want to come back the same.

No, come on, you have to play.

If you don't want to play,
you're out!

- OK. Well... I'd come back as...
- Not as a sloth.

It must be a different animal.

Let me see...



Ok. I know!
I'd come back as a cow!

An Indian cow.

- Why is that?
- A cow?

The kind who spends his days
walking around eating and shitting.

And the crowd: "woooowww!"

And you Beto? What about you?

You asked, you have to answer.

I think...
I'd come back as a woman.

- A woman?
- That's a joke, right?

Explain, explain...

Women are always in pain!

- Yeah, but they also cum harder.
- Depends on the woman.

- Depends more on the guy.
- Exactly.

But I'd come back
as a woman that has I,



the great Beto as her lover!

Where to next?

- The beach.
- No, no...

I know.

Let's get a suite
at the Libido Motel!

No, motels are way too corny.
Let's go eat something.

- Beto!
- What?

- Come here, we gotta talk.
- I'll be right back.

- Wait, wait.
- Just a minute, business.

What is it?

What about the money, Beto?

- What?
- The dough!

You owe us two weeks.

Right, it's because of
the med school guy...

- Orthodontist.
- What?

It was the dentist
school's graduation.

Whatever. The guy won't pay me,
he says the sound sucked...

- Beto! Let's go!
- Hold on!

Beto, eitheryou pay us,
or the equipment stays here.

Come by my place on Monday
and we'll settle it, ok?

- Wait right there!
- No way.

Monday! You have my word.

Wait! Wait!

See what you've done
assholes?

Screw you! Have fun
with your equipment.

Bring back my car
right now! Right now!

Ayrton Senna, my ass!

I swear to god:
If you scratch my car...

Ok, wait for me.
I'll meet you there.

Oh sorry!

- What the?
- Wait.

You can't stay here.

Please, clear the area.

Beto, answer the phone.

Please.

I know you're there.

Talk to me...

The funeral is
at 4 at tomorrow.

Come with me Beto.

I can't do it alone!

Beto, pick up...

The city of Salvador
is in a state of shock

after the accident
that killed five young people

as we celebrated St. Lucy.

Our reporter interviewed friends
and families of the victims.

Twenty-five reais.

A cup.

Good morning, Mr. Beto.

Good morning, my son.

Hi mom.

Listen to me,

you have nothing
to feel guilty about.

I'm going.

You haven't been cool, Beto.

You didn't call,
you left me alone.

I'm out, you get it?

It's your party, your customer,
so you figure it out!

A kind of a circulartable
with a long cloth.

Beto, what a nice surprise!

You came to give a hand
at the antique shop?

Yourfather would be pleased.

My mother, a bit less though.

Don't say that, my son.

I came here because last week
I received the visit

of a curator
from a museum in Germany.

He's looking for paper artworks
by Cicero Dias,

the painterfrom Pernambuco.

He's highly regarded in Europe.

So I remembered
that yourfather

was a specialist
in prints and drawings.

That was when Dagoberto
had the gallery next door.

- A long time ago.
- Not that long ago.

Excuse me...

Yes. What is it now?

Ok, so you keep
the sound mixer!

Ok? We're all square?

We could try to find
a few works for this German guy

and split the commission.

How much is
one of these worth?

This size, of good quality,

I believe over 100,000 reais.

It's worth the effort, no?

- Where are dad's archives?
- In the back room there.

- Here.
- Find something?

Cícero... Isn't that the guy
Dimitri was talking about?

That's him, Cícero Dias.

The sale is
from thirty years ago

to a guy named Samir Loedy.

Let me write it down.

I didn't work here yet
at the time.

- What's the dude's name?
- Samir Loedy.

There are other sales
on this page.

Cícero Dias...

Another here,
probably a collector.

- Where does he live?
- Cícero Dias?

No, Horacio, the collector,
Samir something.

Oh, right.

Samir Loedy...

Here, Samir Loedy, Itajuipe.

- What's that?
- Itajuipe.

In the south,
by the cocoa region.

Now, this guy might be dead.

- Good morning my son.
- Good morning mom.

Good morning Dona lolanda.

- Do you have the 1974 log?
- Mom, please!

Is it me or have you
not shaved today?

Apparently that old nosy Dimitri
found something interesting.

You found something?

Horacio.

No, Horacio stays here.

Attend the customer, Mom, please.

I was first!

You want one?

Candy! Who wants candy?

Fritter, fritter...
How about one? All fresh...

- What kind?
- Meat.

- I'm a vegetarian.
- I have chicken too.

What are you looking for?

- Any hotels in this town?
- Sure.

- You show me where?
- Let's go.

Get out here little punk!

- Yes?
- How much for a room?

Thirty reals, upfront.

How many nights?

Probably one night, only.

Fill out the form.

I'm looking for Mr. Samir Loedy.
You know where I can find him?

This guy here drives a cab.
He knows the area.

It's the old guy
from the plantation Mundo Novo,

behind the hill.

Can you take me there tomorrow?

They're not social people,

but I'll drive you.

I'll get the key.

Pal, you don't have
a better room?

The presidential suite
is booked... key.

Hi, Mom. No, I'm fine...

I wanted...
My cell phone doesn't work here.

I'll give you the number
to the hotel.

The Palace Hotel...

No, not exactly a palace...

I know we can't afford it.
You have a pen?

- Wesley.
- Beto.

I'm also a tour guide.

- What is there to see around here?
- Everything except beaches.

Thanks.

I heard you want to
talk to the old Samir?

I can introduce you
to his daughter.

I'm going straight to
the plantation.

He doesn't talk to anyone.

You know
what happened with him?

No, what happened?

Buy me a sandwich
and I'll tell you.

- Go ahead, order.
- Give me a complete with cheese.

- And a coke.
- Right away.

So there was a plague,
called the Witch Plague.

It attacked all
the cocoa plantations.

He got all crazy...

- Hey! What kind of coke is this?
- Regular coke.

I want a diet coke.

Everybody went nuts.

He locked himself up in his farm
and don't go out for nothing.

- When was that?
- I wasn't born yet.

Can I come?

- What about school?
- We have the day off.

In the middle of the week?

Thanks for the offer but I have
some serious stuff to deal with.

What is this? A cellphone?

An ipod, to listen to music.

- Take care Elvis.
- My name is Wesley, Wesley!

This region took a hit,
didn't it?

The Witch, an epidemic,

a fungus that ruined
the farms and the people.

You were a farmer too?

Not in the least.
I was a seminarist.

You drank the church wine?

I snuck out to meet girls.

I'm lost.

They cut the trees

and you can't find
your way anymore.

Let's ask the old guy there.

Excuse me, we're looking for
the plantation Mundo Novo.

You can go. You can go.

- Mr. Samir's farm?
- You can go, you can go.

- No, we don't know the way...
- Drive on, go!

Great, thanks.

Hello, I would like to
see Mr. Samir.

- Are you from São Paulo?
- Excuse me?

I have five sons
in São Paulo.

Do you know Marcílio
who lives there?

- No, I don't.
- The meat is a misery nowadays.

It was different in my days.

We would go to the barn
and get as much as we wanted.

Good morning, I would like
to speak to Mr. Samir.

Beto... sorry.

I am the son of Dagoberto Ferreira,
art dealerfrom Salvador.

Nice to meet you!

Forgive me but I
was not expecting you.

I don't mean to botheryou.

I only wish to speak
with Mr. Samirfor a moment.

My father sold him
some prints.

My father is Dagoberto Ferreira,
art dealer as I said...

Maybe you remember, from
Ferreira Antiques, in Salvador.

Many art dealers were chasing
my husband in those days.

But that was a long time ago.

Unfortunately,
Mr. Samir is resting.

I understand.

Do you think I could see
a few pieces?

I am preparing an exhibition
in São Paulo

and I traveled this far...

I'm sorry
but that is impossible.

I see... I'm sorry to insist,
but maybe could I come back later?

Samir is a sick man.
He doesn't receive visitors.

And now, if you'll excuse me,
I must go take care of him.

Could I have
a glass of water?

All that dust on the way...

Wait here.

Thank you.

Has yourfamily
lived here long?

This plantation belonged to
my husband's grandfather.

I wish you a safe trip home

and good luck with your
exhibition in São Paulo.

Marieta!

You take care of this plantation
all by yourself?

- Marieta!
- Ma'am?

Show this gentleman
to the exit

and make sure
he doesn't get lost.

Your mother called twice
last night.

- Can you pay your second night?
- The shower doesn't work.

- What's that?
- The shower, there's no hot water.

- Right, and the bill?
- I'll take care of it tonight.

Have some.
Better than Viagra.

Have some respect, buddy.

- Hello Tavares.
- Hello Saada. How is the crop?

Better than last year.

She doesn't know anything
about cocoa.

It's still not a reason
to cut down the trees.

I cut what I need
to pay my employees!

It's gonna mess everything up

if you keep
chopping down the trees.

Saada, my love,
always a pleasure.

Shut up Juscelino,
or I'll tell your wife.

A caged lion
still needs to eat.

- How much are you paying?
- 72 reais.

- Chavez pays 74.
- Foryou, 73.

- Deal, 73.
- Deal? How many bags?

- Thirty.
- Ok. 30 for 73 reais.

- I get the money today?
- Today, my love.

See you later.

You can unload.

- Saada!
- I'm busy today sweetie.

I want to introduce you
to a friend.

And what is he doing out here
in the middle of nowhere?

He wants to meet yourfather.

I went to the plantation
yesterday.

- My mom told me.
- Great!

So you know I'm preparing
an exhibition in São Paulo.

- And what did my mother say?
- That it was not possible...

So you went to snoop around
the house behind her back.

OK, I'm going,
a customer is calling me.

Ok go. A big hug!

It was just curiosity.

Afriend of mine,
from Salvador,

told me your dad has a very
valuable collection of prints.

How can I make it up you?

Excuse me.

Let's go get a drink.
Just one beer.

What else is there to do
in a place like this?

What are you thinking?
You're gonna bang the daughter

and then we'll give you
the collection on a silver platter?

I didn't say that.

But you thought it so loud
that I heard it.

You want a piece of advice?
Get out of here. Go your own way.

Another building of Itajuípe

will become
an evangelist church.

First it was the Iris Cinema,

then Dona Valdete's Hotel,

and now the headquarters
of the Export Cocoa Office.

Where are we heading?

Soon in this town
there will only be

bars and evangelical churches.

Bars we can do with,
but temples...

Itajuipe, let's be serious!

An announcement:

A pair of glasses was lost

near Pacheco Square.

If found, please leave them
at the taxi station.

And now,
a musical intermission...

Beto. I am a museum curator
from São Paulo.

I know who you are.

You are chasing Samir, right?

Exactly, and I thought
a radio host...

It won't be easy.

His wife is a pain in the ass.

She never saw money
till she married him.

When she became rich...

- But I can introduce you to Samir.
- Great, great.

Samir is a good friend.

During the golden years,

we would take
the 9am flight to Rio,

get a shave at
the Copacabana Palace,

grab a beer at the Golden Beef

and be back on the 7pm flight
on the same day.

I can arrange a meeting
with Samir.

But there will be expenses.

I'm broke.

You got ten reais?

Can we meet him tomorrow?

By car or by horse?

- By car.
- Sounds good.

You got a smoke?

- Thanks bro!
- Tomorrow at nine!

With deep sadness we inform
our listeners of

the death of
Mr. Eurides Martins.

The mass will take place
at the chapel

next to the main church.

The coffin will then
cross town

for us to give our farewells
to this dearfriend.

Salvador?

Next.

- Destination?
- Ilhéus.

You know where
Saada's plantation is?

Yes.

- Are you lost?
- I would like to see Saada.

She is busy,
at the fermentation area.

- She'll we back soon.
- I'll wait.

- Here is fine?
- Sure.

If you don't mind standing.

Excuse me.

- It's no good.
- Not good?

- It's too bitter.
- Bitter?

Bad fermentation. You agree?

Yes, the after taste
is a little bitter.

But it is the flavor...

No, we have to separate
this batch.

- OK.
- Give me a hand?

I see you don't
give up easily.

Ourfirst meeting
didn't go too well,

I thought we deserved
a second chance.

"We" deserve?

"L" deserve. Better?

Edvaldo, go to the barn,
I'll meet you there.

Are you looking for something?

Yes.

A good conversation starter.

You don't look like the kind of guy
who thinks much before speaking.

I can always try.

My exhibition offer doesn't appeal
to you and your mother, right?

Fine.

However, I would like to meet
my father's old friend.

Is that all?

And see some pieces of
his collection.

This collection
is very valuable.

You have no idea...

Hundreds of prints
and drawings.

And yourfather has no interest
in selling at least a few pieces?

Perhaps in the future,
who knows?

But you made a terrible impression
on my mother.

Go back where you came from.
There is nothing foryou here.

Are you sure?

You seem very lonely here.

What do you see here?

Any occupation
for a city playboy?

You're gonna put your hands
in the blood of the soil,

and dirty
your pretty little outfit?

Jesus...

They called all afternoon.

Speaking.

I'm coming.

Yes now.

- Beto, my son, you came.
- Hello mom.

I was all alone.

I called you.

More bills came.

Horacio wants to quit.

He is asking for some money
he says we owe him.

But I went on that trip
to resolve all this.

Didn't I?

Please find another excuse,
Dona lolanda.

Darling... Do you think
yourfather loved me?

Of course he did.

What are you getting at now?

I think he was too cowardly
to leave me.

You know?

Many times
I wished for his death.

I prayed to see him suffer
as much as I did.

But when he died,

I felt betrayed again.

Mom, please...
that's between the two of you.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry...

How was your trip?

Did you meet the collector?

Yes, it's looking good.

But those things
are delicate.

His wife doesn't want to
talk to me

and the daughter is the same.

Son, life has taught me
one thing:

Everything works out
in the end.

Really?

Then why did you do
this stupidity?

I forgot.

You forgot?

The incisions
are superficial.

She can leave tomorrow.

Bring her back on Thursday
to replace the bandages.

You need to watch her.

She's been doing this
since I was a kid.

She'll be quiet now.

I found an old client
of the gallery.

Very good.
You made his acquaintance?

No, but I met his daughter.

She told me
about the collection...

We're going to need money.

- How so?
- Like a deposit.

The german guy,
he cannot give us advance?

But you haven't seen
the collection yet.

You need to make a listing,
take some pictures.

The German curator
won't give money

without seeing the pieces.

These are my brothers.

- What do you want?
- Just to hang out with you.

We brought fruit for snack.

It's not possible kids.
We'll drive you home ok?

We are not driving anybody!

Get out of here!
Get out! Now!

Leave the fruit, Romulo.

What are you waiting for?

Who is there?

Sorry for the inconvenience,
Mr. Samir.

My name is Beto, the son
of Dagoberto from Salvador.

- Dagoberto?
- Dagoberto Ferreira.

From Ferreira Antiques.

Dagoberto! My lord!
It's been so long!

How is he?

- He passed away last year.
- Really?

I'm sorry to intrude in like this,
but it was the only way.

It's fine.

My father spoke of you so often,
I feel I know you a bit myself.

And I thought I was just dead
to the world.

Never sir.

My dad often spoke
of your prints collection.

He knew what he was
talking about.

Quite extraordinary,
according to him.

The beautiful,
the rare, the unique.

Do you also work
in this field?

I am a museum curator
in São Paulo,

with a special interest
in prints.

- Lies!
- Excuse me?

I spent my life saying
I was a planter,

but, in reality
I am just a collector

with a special interest
in prints and drawings.

Samir?

This young man
is Dagoberto's son.

- I forgot your name.
- Beto.

How are you?

I was talking about
Dagoberto's visits.

He was great conversation.

Do you remember Clara?

We would sit on this porch
all night

listening to
Dagoberto's stories.

He has left us, Clara.

He is no longer
of this world.

- My condolences.
- Thank you.

It's unfortunate
that you didn't call before.

Clara, no one is going to disturb
your daily routine.

Can you have lunch
for us tomorrow?

- Tomorrow, we can't...
- Tomorrow is perfect.

- It will be a pleasure.
- Wonderful.

I talked to the old guy,
Néemias.

He invited me
for lunch tomorrow.

You made a good impression.

He was a friend of my father.

He knew your dad?

He used to come
this region a lot.

- He took me with him a few times.
- Serious?

I was just a child.

Once I told my mom
something stupid,

and he stopped bringing me.

Who is that lunatic behind us?

Isn't it Saada's truck?

Why is she driving like that?

Get out of the car!

Let's talk!

Shut up! Get in the truck.

Come on! Driver's side.

Saada, for God's sake.

Stay still, Neemias.
You saw nothing!

Get in!

Any funny business
and you'll meet your ancestors.

Calm down,
I won't try anything.

And I should trust you?
I told you not to go to the farm.

- Yourfather invited me.
- Bullshit! He is a sick man.

You went to trouble him
with yourfucking charm talk.

OK, I screwed up.
But he was happy to see me.

What do you know
about my dad?

You don't realize
what you did.

No, I don't!
Tell me what I did.

Ljust visited
a friend of my dad.

Friend? What kind of friend?

Where was yourfather

when there was no more money
to buy prints?

Who stayed with my dad
when he turned blind?

We became invisible.

We could have died
and no one would have noticed.

- Saada, I'm...
- Look at me in the eyes.

Do I look like I want

to mess around
with you and your dad?

Oh no! They're burning
the forest again!

I can't believe it.

Drive, go ahead!

With your mouth.
You have to suck the fruit.

You see these plantations.

They were huge
and full of people working.

The field were endless.

Then the Witch plague came

and everything
started to disappear.

The farms
became empty,

silent.

The furniture,
everything left.

The chandeliers,

the china, the crystals.

So, I would come here,
under this tree.

Things looked
more solid here, more real.

Have you seen the Witch?

Look here.

The Witch Broom.

Why didn't your dad
sell his collection?

It's worth a fortune.

He could have sold it.

But there was no way
he would.

I was furious with my dad.

I didn't understand
how he could spend days

looking at his collection

and forget about us.

My mother, it was like...

she was being eaten alive
by those vultures

who came every day
and took everything away.

I thought it would kill her.

Women don't die easily.

My mom and I, we had
to show courage

patience,

and abnegation,

so my dad could keep
his collection.

Do I need to
ask you again to leave?

Are you ok?

Never been better.

You're no museum curator,
are you?

Damn!

You look nothing
like a curator.

- I don't, do I?
- No.

When I was kid,
my mom said

I would be
the King of Bahia one day.

Now I'm...

A worthless... a nothing.

Don't say that.
You are not nothing.

You know what cocoa
has taught me?

The second harvest
may be smaller,

but the fruit
is more beautiful, tastier.

Here he comes.

- My foulard?
- Perfect.

Good day Mr. Samir.
Good day Dona Clara.

- Am I early?
- Just on time, my friend.

We thought you wouldn't come.

I knew he wouldn't
leave Itajuipe

without seeing my collection.

I very much want to see it.

I'm warning you,
we won't just breeze through it.

It's the fruit
of fifty years of work.

Do you have
a favorite artist?

Cícero Dias.

He was your dad's
favorite too.

We, the collectors, we are
even crazier than the artists.

We are never satisfied.
Never!

Do you know the story
of the child collector?

I don't think so.

- The man collected children!
- Children?

Legitimate
and illegitimate children,

from a first marriage,
a second,

adopted, bastards, found...

One day he gives a dinner
to bring them all together.

One of his friends comments
that one is missing.

The collector says which one?

The cynical friend answers:
"The posthumous child".

Then the collector impregnates
his wife and commits suicide!

Well, I'm not sure
if it's that funny.

But the art dealers
are just as bad.

Your dad was an ace.

He learned to dance tango
to convince an old Argentine woman

to sell me a Di Cavalcanti.

You remember Clara?
Dagoberto dancing tango?

More or less.

Well, that's enough
wasted time.

Follow me,
and see with your own eyes

if yourfather lied
about my collection.

- Can I help you?
- No need, take a seat.

Excuse me.

I must tell you
that this collection

is also Clara's work.

Without her care and devotion
for each piece,

it wouldn't be
what it is today.

Well this folder
is my favorite.

See... What beauty!

This one is a Bandeira.

The pirogues of Ceara,
his native land.

Did you know that
he started as a child,

making postcards?

You knew that?

No...

I've never heard
about this detail.

Now look at this couple
drawn by Djanira.

The tenderness with which
she holds her lover's hand.

The harmony of the tones.

Impressive indeed.

I got it in an auction,
with this Segall.

Sweetie, open the window

so our guest can better
appreciate the beauty.

And now our Cícero Dias.

What movement, what joy!

Such an explosion of colors!

Even the animals seem happy

to live on this land.

When I'm in a bad mood,

I look at a Cícero Dias
and I feel better.

Go through
the rest yourself.

Dona Clara, this one
smells of humidity.

We need to give it some air
and clean the drawer.

- Clara!
- Ok Samir!

Give it to me, dad.

Look at this seascape
by Pancetti. A rarity!

He preferred
to paint with oil.

It almost looks
like a dream, no?

He liked to write poems

on the back of his works:

"All days are night to see

till I see thee.

And nights bright days

when dreams do show thee me."

Dona Clara adjusted
her hair, did she not?

This gesture
only belongs to her.

Observe how precious

this rendering
of the lagoon is.

If my memory serves me well,

there is a poem
on the back of this one too.

Will you read it to me?

Read it?

Yes, read it.

You want me to read it?

Don't be shy, read it!

You forgot your glasses?

"Only what we lost is ours,

when finally
we become strangers

to the alarm
and terror of hope."

My girl!

I didn't realize
you knew this one by heart.

Thank you so much!

You have given me
great joy, son.

There aren't
a lot of people around here

with whom I can share
all this.

You showed me some things...
I had never seen before.

My family has made
great sacrifices

to maintain this collection.

But it was worth it.

Have a safe trip, son.

Mr. Beto?

I won't forget you.

Néemias is still
shaking from yesterday.

And you are not?

I wasn't scared...

just a little.

Thank you Beto.

My pleasure.

- See you soon Néemias.
- See you, Saada.

To the bus station?

Hello.

- Are you Wesley's mother?
- Yes, why?

- Can I talk to him?
- What did he do?

Nothing, don't worry,

I have something for him.

Something?

A gift.

A gift?

I'll call him.

Daiane, go get your brother.

Hurry up!

You want to come in?

Please excuse the mess.

Children, you know...

Some coffee or water?

Please, don't bother.

Make yourself at home.

- Are you lost?
- I came to say goodbye.

- I'm leaving.
- When?

Today... Now.

I know I didn't behave,
and I am here to apologize.

What? It's prohibited?

It's weird.

My brothers: Matheus,
Romulo, André...

and my sister Daiane.

How are you?

I know I'm an ugly duck,
but I don't bite.

- You want to tour the house?
- I'd love to!

Recovered by (c) dCd / June 2018