English Dialogues
FONA
Prince Claus
Universidad de la República
A film by Mario Handler
ASIDE
To Karin Jezierski
The sound comes out from behind.
Right there!
It's better on the other side.
Don't put it
all the way to the other side.
No, don't put it like that, baby.
It's going to fall.
Both of them facing out.
But don't put it on the edge, honey.
Do you like it here?
Away from the edge.
Away from the edge.
I'll put it right here.
The cord is too short.
Get down here, Pepe.
Move it over a bit, Pepe.
You're driving me crazy.
It should be fine now. Is that enough?
A bit more.
Get the cord
out from under the speaker.
It's too short anyway, stupid.
It's the extension cord.
Is it cut off?
Andrés, you're not getting
crazy on us.
And go down and down and down.
And back and forth, back and forth.
Again!
She flies, she rocks!
In the jungle there is no deodorant
or soap,
and dancing and dancing
the scent gets thicker...
the girl shakes it, the night is hot,
the stench gets thicker,
whaa, your panties stink.
SINGLE MOTHER
...all children in the world
deserve to have a place...
let us all sing, all children
in the world deserve a place.
She's sleepy, you see?
SHE HAS NO CUSTODY OF HER DAUGHTER,
MUST LEAVE HER WITH HER GRANDMOTHER.
She looked beautiful.
Yo, give me a hand.
Shake it!
Look at me.
It's disgusting!
This time of night there's nothing left.
No, we can't get on the bus with this.
Yes, this fits here.
"the closest number
wins 10,000 dollars. Call 0900..."
"Make your dreams come true..."
"Alone, she always dances alone."
The orangutan was sitting on a branch.
The female orangutan came
and stole his banana.
The male orangutan and the female.
The male orangutan and the female...
Now we'll have a long line of cars
waiting and what does she do?
Dance. The girl just dances.
You will meet important people there.
I've known Alonso since he was a child.
Now he's a big shot
but he was nobody back then.
He was in fifth or sixth grade.
The little boy would cry
whenever he had to come out.
We would get to the motel
and he would hide and cry.
He was embarrassed
to take his clothes off.
Now we're friends, but back then
he was a child embarrassed to undress.
They bring this little fat kid there, he's-
He's only 8 but he's terrible.
He doesn't go with his cousins,
he begs for himself
Really.
The little fat boy is something else.
C'mon, we have errands to do.
I'm thirsty.
This one's heavy. I'll give it to you
when you get to fourth grade.
You have to get to fourth grade
and learn the numbers and letters.
Will you like to read?
Okay, go change your clothes.
Tell Neno to go.
I don't know where he is.
He's not out here.
VISIT TO OLDER BROTHER IN JAIL.
I'm dying!
I'm jumping off
because nobody loves me.
It'd be cool
jumping off a balcony like that.
Ten hours to roll up a sorry joint.
I have no place, I live in the woods,
but she's my daughter.
He can't tell me not to see her.
Nice tongue, baby.
This car is from the 1980s.
Lorena, tape me topless.
Dance and take off your top,
dance and take off your pants.
This is to feed my baby, this one too.
Both of them.
She fed more from this one,
than from this one.
More from this one,
less from this one.
That's why this one's smaller.
She feeds from both of them.
She feeds from both.
I'm third.
I'm fourth.
I'm fifth.
Make it last, I want to smoke.
Let's go!
MILKA GETS HER DAUGHTER BACK.
NATIONAL ANTHEM
Uruguayans: Fatherland or death
It is a vow from the heart
and we shall comply.
In a moment we'll have Uruguayan bands
and the winner from Big Brother.
Nice cookoo, I like your cookoo
I'm like a beer can for her.
She kisses me and I lose control
I'm just part of her collection
Nice, dude!
All together now.
Paquita!
C'mon Paquita!
This is the band "Auténtika,"
it rips off your head.
Up to three joints
is personal consumption.
More than that you're a dealer
and you can get up to six months in jail.
I applied to be an intern in a bakery.
They said, boy, you want to learn?
You go like this, with this finger.
You make croissants
with these fingers, you know.
You use these two fingers.
You work the tip with this finger.
Let's play football.
The Río de la Plata classic.
Ice cubes, where's the iceman?
Tony enters the field, Antonio!
Go Tony!
The ball, where's the ball?
We're missing the main thing - the ball.
When I was in jail a guard told me,
"you'll do like five years here."
I said, "five years fucking your wife,"
and he came and beat me inside the cell.
He broke my skull.
Look, he almost gives me a harelip.
You can't back out, it's worse.
Then two guys came and I freaked out,
grabbed a knife and cut myself.
You cut yourself?
You know why? Your folks
are not there, you have no family,
You're with five other guys in jail,
you know what you have to watch?
Your back.
Your ass, not your back.
You have to watch your ass, because...
Forget it, what am I talking about...
The first few days in jail I was nothing...
No ball yet?
But then you get tough.
They don't keep you locked up 24 hours,
you come out to the yard with others.
Back then, when I was stealing,
I had an expensive jacket and all,
but then the coke fucked me up
and I sold everything.
Now I'm ruined.
Not ruined, I still have clothes to put on.
Thank God.
I'm poor, like everyone else.
If they don't like it, too bad.
I don't care if he has Reebok sneakers.
Good for him. He has Nikes.
Good, you made sacrifices.
No, this is warm.
Where is the cup we had?
You know, people in the hood
used to tell me,
"Don't come near me, you're all dirty."
I'm going to score 15, 16 times.
You don't need to be all neat,
as long as you're clean
and you don't smell of ass or balls
or sweaty armpits. The rest is easy.
Steal it, you can!
Right there.
Shoot!
Goal!
Ice cubes?
I'm tough like Van Damme,
check me out.
I'm like you,
I eat rice every day.
Here come the gray hats,
play-off for Plátano Macho.
Out, suckers, motherfuckers.
I chew you down and kick you
and I always beat you.
That rules.
That's Uruguayan culture, dumb ass!
THE FOLLOWING WINTER THE TREES
WERE CUT DOWN FOR FIREWOOD.
SQUATTING ON MUNICIPAL LAND.
WE WANT DECENT HOUSING,
DO YOU, MR. SECRETARY?
What are you putting up,
a canopy, a tent?
A tent.
He gets paid every two weeks.
Meantime, he'll find something to eat.
We'll bring everything over here.
Is there enough food?
Food? Just mate tea,
we don't have anything...
Or we'll just make a campfire
and use it for cooking.
The police surrounded the area today.
There was no violence.
The squatters held their ground.
Drums, mate tea, wine
...until 4:00.
The TV people asked,
what do the babies eat?
It's true, yesterday all we had
was mate tea.
Just mate tea all day.
They said they didn't want
to shoot him or something.
We have to start building now.
They kick you out if you don't.
It's going to take time,
and we don't have much time.
Once we level the ground
is going to look good.
We need to get a truck-load of debris.
That's two hundred.
The whole thing will be 800, tops.
Let's burn this bag.
No, don't burn it.
Stop it, Totito.
They can't be waiting
for their mother to die,
so they can keep her house.
What if she doesn't die?
They'd be on the street.
Am I right, Neno?
SOME TIME LATER, LAW ENFORCEMENT
OFFICERS EVICTED THE SQUATTERS.
I like the fact that Handler
likes everything.
He doesn't answer,
but I know it's because he's working.
But he takes interest
in every issue, right?
He doesn't say a word,
but he gets the point.
Why is that?
Do you think he has
something else behind the camera?
You just need to piss on your clothes
when you go with your grandma.
(RECORDED BY A BOYFRIEND OF CARINA)
No!
Mommy! Mommy!
My brother must be very sick
to ask for me not to go.
HER IMPRISSONED BROTHER
IS SICK WITH AIDS.
Crazy head!
Let's see, stand up a bit.
Stand up, your back towards me.
Pull your jeans up.
Look at me, facing the camera.
Stand up now.
Yes, it's cool.
C'mon, let me see.
Your back towards me.
No, Fabián! You're wasting the batteries.
"A WHORE'S LIFE"
It's terrible!
That's why I stay in Uruguay.
Sure.
No Italy, Spain or Belgium for me.
Just Uruguay.
I went through the same
here in Uruguay, with Edgardo.
I had to work twice as hard
so I could keep some money for me.
If I was late I couldn't tell
I was arrested - he'd beat me up.
He'd said what had I told
the cops for them to let me go.
I wasn't a snitching nigger.
But my children were always
my top priority.
THE POLICE BEATS UP NENO. HE TRIES
TO GET TREATMENT FOR HIS WOUNDS.
NO CURES ON THURSDAYS
PLEASE DO NOT KNOCK
NENO NEVER GOT TREATMENT.
MILKA'S DAUGHTER FIRST BIRTHDAY.
Here, want some Coke, baby?
Come get some Coke.
Coke, yummy!
Let's light the candle.
Coke! Coke!
Happy birthday to you.
Yayyy!
I LOVE YOU MICA.
MOVING
Make it good.
We are the stars.
This is my house.
This is our house. This one.
They're calling you.
Uh?
Uh?
Let's go!
How is it?
It's great. Jump in, Neno.
Let's get out of here.
I can't forget
that time we killed a chicken
It was the best thing
ever happened to me
Those fags from the National Club,
snitched the police about it...
Hey, don't smoke in here.
Don't, it's bad for the baby.
Hey, what are you doing?
Go smoke outside.
Let's go.
You can't smoke in here.
You shut up.
Who do you think you are?
You're high and laughing.
What?
You're high and laughing.
Don't make me kick your ass.
Let go, bitch.
You are a smart ass, huh?
Let go or I'll kick your ass.
Let go of me
or I'll beat the shit out of you.
Go, you bitch.
Faggot, don't ever come again.
...like and endless howl...
Look how cute Mica is.
It seems there is some left.
Let me see. Yes.
Look how nice.
I'm taking it.
It's not soiled, I take it.
How does it look on her?
Peek-a-boo!
Is it alive?
JUVENILE DETENTION CENTER
And we start all over again.
You should do
like they do in Big Brother.
They always have their stuff packed,
ready to go.
Are you comfortable?
C'mon, nigger, c'mon.
They said you'd come out
when we submitted a request.
But they have to wait for your records
to get to the court.
Otherwise he won't show up.
They told you not to eat those oranges.
You're eating stuff
found on the ground, you pig?
She'll hit you in the mouth.
I'll leave your mouth this big, swollen.
Low-life nigger!
There's a washing machine.
Do they use it?
Clothes can get you infected.
You can get syphilis and scabies.
It's the family, right?
Okay, this one, and then this one,
and this one.
I pass.
Pass.
Pass.
Pass.
I kill.
Just one.
And this one.
Last one.
Take one.
Pass.
I kill.
I kill.
Your turn.
I've been here three years
and a couple of months.
I guess I'll be out after
the second leave of absence.
How many times did you stab him?
Seventeen times.
The knife cut all the way through.
Cold-blooded, huh? You freaked out.
They gave me so many years
because I buried him,
and then showed the cops
where he was.
They gave me plenty of time.
But I'll start working
as soon as I come out.
I killed him because he'd bully me,
every day.
He'd steal my money.
I had no choice but to kill him.
Who pays, me?
This one.
And this one.
Your turn.
I pass.
Pass.
Pass.
I kill.
I throw this one.
Pass.
I kill.
Good one.
Me? Armed robbery,
assault and shooting.
I was just going to rob,
but there was a shooting.
This one, and this one.
Oops!
Four more.
Four, two.
I'll get a four soon.
He grabbed me by the hair
and hit me in the ribs.
That hurt. I couldn't breath.
He had me by the neck
and I would hit him in the stomach.
He hit me in the head.
That's when I snapped.
He plays rough.
Yes, but he feels the punches too.
Then he would just push me, not hit me.
If he hits you you have to hit back
so he backs up.
This one, and this one.
Me? Well, he messed with my family.
I had to kill him.
He messed with my family. That was it.
You broke another one.
I'm going to keep playing cards.
The boy I killed had been here.
In the neighborhood
he would bully everyone. But not me.
They think they're tough
because they've been locked up.
He messed with my family
and I had to give it to him.
Oh no, give me another card.
Another one.
A tale from my neighborhood.
We sit in the square
to talk and play football.
We hang out all night,
but the police are tough.
Police? You say, the cops.
Yeah, but it's for the teacher to read.
I wrote "the blue rats." Just like that.
It's full of cops.
The uncorrupted police.
And the area gets very busy, that's it.
You have to do things for a reason,
not because I, the coordinator
or the educator feels like it.
There has to be a reason behind things.
TO THE CHURCH IN SEARCH FOR FOOD.
- Is Padre José in?
- No, he's not.
"MASSAGE PARLOR"
For Mother's Day.
I still have to do the hat
and paint it with Club Peñarol colors.
Spare change?
Spare change?
Spare change?
Spare change?
Spare change?
This one!
She's just like her mother.
Not that one, don't disappoint me.
This one, very nice.
Peñarol.
Not that one. That one is poop.
Don't look, baby.
That's it. It's over, honey.
It's over. A little kiss.
Go for it. Give me five. That's it.
If we got in, we'll get out, right?
I'm not going to kill myself.
I'm not stupid.
I cut myself because I was down...
I have to hang in.
I just have to wait
a couple of months more.
There's plenty of niggers.
Are you sure it was me, Ma'am?
I cut myself in jail
but I won't get any more cuts.
I did this when I was down,
four days after my birthday.
I know my people from the hood
won't let me down.
I have a piece of tile here.
See it? Do you want a cut?
You cut yourself
because you have problems at home.
Not because you want to look cute.
To those who have their mother
I tell them to love her
and not leave her alone.
Try to be with her at all times,
she's the only mother you have.
Once again,
there's nobody like a mother.
I sit in my room sad,
light up a cigarette and think about her.
I blush, tears fall from my eyes.
That's my style, my personality.
I meant not to say it, I worship her.
I could be so ignorant...
This one was this thick and this long.
It healed and got smaller.
You don't know what it's like
to be locked inside.
You got in, you'll get out.
I wasn't born inside.
This is a letter from Mom.
I don't know how to read it.
I've had it for a month.
She told me to behave.
Montevideo, Uruguay. September 16th.
My dear son Cristian,
Louder, I can't hear.
Forgive me
for not being able to come see you.
That wasn't nice.
I'm not feeling too well. Be a good boy.
I love you very much, and...
I don't understand shit here...
I couldn't understand it either.
Look at Mom's handwriting.
She tore off a page from a date book.
Plus, she writes, "Montevideo, Uruguay"
You always had a good bed,
good breakfast. Please!
CRISTIAN'S GRANDPARENTS
You have to be grateful in life.
Nothing comes for free.
I know.
That's life. You don't understand.
You're wrong if you think
people have to give you things.
Nobody has to give you anything.
You have to study and work.
And be decent. That's it.
It's not that much.
I know. I'm not going to steal again.
I guess you've learned the lesson now.
You bet.
Do you want to come play football?
When?
Now, at 4:00. We've been meaning
to play for a long time.
I can't, the little kid is sick.
The ones that are not pregnant are sick.
We're cutting through here.
This way, Handler.
Watch out, this is like
the Macchu Picchu ruins.
Don't yell, the dog will come.
Okay, c'mon Handler.
It's chained.
Who's the girl called King Kong?
She's a pretty black girl. Pretty girl.
I call her the King Kong girl.
She's bandy-legged.
Alexandra and Vero can play
against us. There are eight of them.
Weak bitches.
Nobody wants to play football.
Five with the warehouse jerseys,
five shirtless, right?
Rosana is coming.
Move, kid!
Goal!
I can learn English fast, can't I?
That will come later.
When they ask you,
you say you're visiting.
Of course.
Don't even mention you plan to stay.
If I do they won't let me in.
They'll say, "come this way, boy."
Then they'll lock you in a room
and send you back on the next flight.
Really?
You have to say
you come for your cousin's birthday.
I'm telling you what I know.
- That's what I'll say.
- I'm telling you what I know.
I'm coming for my cousin's birthday
for 15 days and then I'll go back.
Maybe twenty days.
Tell them you're going back on the 26th.
The 26th.
If it gets hot,
don't take off your sweater.
- Don't wear short sleeves.
- To hide the cuts.
Exactly. If they see your cuts,
you're history.
You need to know how to talk.
And drop that slang of yours.
If I start working with my uncle
I should make money.
Stop thinking about the money.
What do you mean?
Work for free?
- My advice is...
- Everybody thinks about the money.
Don't tell me you'd work for free.
Just change that attitude of
demanding things you're not entitled to.
Everyone who goes to the U.S.A.
goes to work and make money.
I'll show you, Heber,
so you know how to read it.
I know how to read.
Here's your name, Caramelli, Heber...
Yes.
Which seat did you get?
Window seat.
Which one?
I'll check the number on the ticket!
Number 13.
C'mon, we'll walk you there.
Give me a kiss.
Be a good boy.
Goodbye!
REHEARSAL: ARACA LA CANA,
BAFO Y SUS MULATAS
Goal!
Wow, that's cool!
Where are we going?
I don't know.
CARINA AND NENO'S OLDER BROTHER
DIES OF AIDS IN JAIL.
...lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil.
- Did you go to elementary school?
- Yes.
- What else?
- High school.
- Up to which grade?
- First. Three times.
Are you addicted to marihuana?
- I don't steal to buy drugs.
- You don't?
- God forbid.
- Okay.
Do you remember
what you did yesterday?
I went home,
walked by the housing project.
Were you with a friend?
I'm always with friends.
Are there any of your friends
in trouble with the law?
Well, I live in the hood...
- How much did you pay for the bike?
- 600 pesos.
How did you know it was stolen?
Because where I bought it
most things are...
When I bought another bike before,
it was stolen.
Sure, I know.
Does he have a reason
to press charges against you?
I don't think so.
Nobody wants to harm you.
Try to explain
what happened.
Were you tempted?
We all have temptations.
It's a nice bike,
you may have felt like riding it.
No. I'm telling you I bought it, lady.
I'd tell you otherwise-
- That's his statement.
- That's it then.
Perfect. Let's go.
What is this? Look, cool dress.
Wow, do you want some?
Yummy!
This tastes good.
I don't like it, it's disgusting!
This is the life of robbers.
You like easy money,
but it will give you hard time.
That's the way it goes.
Go for it, boy.
May my brother rest in peace.
I'll get my ass in gear and help my mom.
Two weeks in the streets
and here I am again.
That's the way it goes.
Why are you mean?
I wanted to wash him.
Don't!
C'mon wash yourself.
Don't you want to take a bath?
I never wash you.
I want to bath you.
Stick the head in.
Come, let me do your hair.
Go to the street
and walk in this direction.
Okay, come here.
Slow, no, slow. Like a princess.
Go back and start again, like a princess.
Go now.
Head up. Always pretty, smiling.
Big smile.
Not with a stiff neck.
That's awful.
Okay, get inside
and sit still until we go.
Now it's my turn.
Your turn?
Not like that, like this.
Go show Daddy.
AT HANDLER'S PLACE.
Then I'll turn around,
and will go with the sun
when the day goes.
You leave because I want you to.
I adore you, baby. Words will never
be enough, regardless of their beauty.
We can see them in a tender gaze,
a warm caress,
in the sweetness of a fortress,
an embrace.
He loves her, wants her, adores her
and loves her.
He loves her! She's in love.
He loves her!
He told me he wants to get out of jail,
do one big hit...
...and then get a job.
A real job.
He'll work 6, 8, 9, 12 hours a day,
it doesn't matter.
He wants to be happy with me.
He had never hit on me
out of respect for my brother,
respect for my family and me,
as I was with my baby's father.
Now he's in love with me.
And I love him.
If you ever think you stop loving me,
I'd steal the sun for you.
And the moon and the stars.
I'll bring you diamonds, rubies
and emeralds.
I'll bring you gems in poems,
and your love would revive.
And if that was not enough, love,
don't say anything.
How sweet! He loves you, Carina.
He wouldn't write you love poems
if he didn't.
I like being alone in my room,
in silence, smoking a cigarette
and thinking how much I love you.
What does it say, here?
Playing with my hair, my breeze
and your gaze.
I love you very much
and over time we've learned
to love one another from a distance.
I love you, signed MontaÒa.
I love you, my love.
He loves you.
I don't know why she cries.
He loves her with all his heart.
Number ten for, "Hold me tight"
by La Máquina.
He loves you. Why are you crying?
Keep calling us at 400 79 48...
He loves you and you cry.
Tropical music for you.
Now we go to number 9,
"Silicone" by Bataola.
Bataola! Bataola!
Silicone.
Carina! Carina!
Silicone, let's see the silicone!
You bitch!
Silicone, silicone
silicone is trendy.
Silicone, silicone
silicone is trendy.
I promised my brother
I would get off the streets.
I promised it to him
because I know that's why he got bad.
I'll never forgive myself.
I loved my brother.
He was all I cared about.
I knew he was sick
and would die any moment
He was my older brother.
I knew he would go
and he wouldn't be with me anymore.
I knew I would enjoy my time with him.
I loved my brother.
I don't know...
This is La Auténtika,
ripping off your head.
Nice cookoo...!
At my brother's funeral,
I couldn't believe it...
Nice cookoo! I like your cookoo!
When I dance...
Nice cookoo...!
Nice cookoo...!
I spoke with him and he said
he loved me, I was his favorite sister.
He loved my brother too,
but I was his favorite.
He told me to take this whore-like
color off my hair.
I did that for him. Now I got it back.
Not because I want to be a whore.
I just like the way it looks on me.
I know I stand out in the crowd.
I like being like that, to stand out,
to be myself.
I like when people say, "She's fine".
"Her friends are okay,
but she's different."
My brother asked me
to take the color off and I did it.
I went to see him with that other color
which I really hated.
It didn't suit me at all.
It made me feel bad.
But I felt good
because he felt good.
When I went to see him
I lied next to him and it didn't matter.
I knew what was happening.
I loved my brother.
He started stealing when I was a baby
to get a new baby bottle for me.
I had a glass one and it was broken.
That was in 1982, 1983.
He went and robbed a newsstand
to get me a new baby bottle.
He loved me.
He's with me at all times.
That's why I feel guilty.
I know he stole because of me.
I love my two brothers,
and my son.
I want to get a tattoo
in memory of my brother.
He was a star for me.
He was the best thief.
I know it hurt him when he learned,
especially when he thought
that I was in the streets sucking dick...
...so I could feed my family.
He knew that soon
he wasn't going to be among us.
He knew clearly
he wasn't going to be here,
and I was going to be out there.
All the people, scenes,
images and sounds
were recorded as they are
in real life,
with no additional lighting
nor hidden cameras.
A few scenes were recorded by some
of the characters in the documentary,
with lower-quality cameras.
Mario Handler was the only person
present during the entire shooting
of this film, from March 2000
through December 2001.
Directed, written, produced, edited
and photographed by Mario Handler.
Daniel Márquez collaborated
and advised in the editing,
and was in charge of the
Post-production of sound and image.
In front of the camera lived:
Carina Panizza
Milka Schulze
Oscar W. Panizza (Neno)
Cristian Caramelli
Mary Cruz y Oscar Panizza
Pablo Caminos
Ángela Lamas
Thanks to:
INTERJ,
Instituto Técnico de
Rehabilitación Juvenil:
Sergio Migliorata
Paula Cores
Jorge Spaulonzi
Suprema Corte de Justicia.
Dirección General de Cooperación
de la Universidad de la República:
Domingo Carlevaro, Ana Castro.
Ciencias de la Comunicación de la
Universidad de la República:
Ricardo Viscardi, Carlos Idoyaga
Defensa de los Niños Internacional,
Sección Uruguay (Programa
Herramientas), Jorge Cohen, Diego Silva
Instituto Nacional del Audiovisual, Uruguay.
Mary Ríos.
Bafo y sus Mulatas.
Special thanks to Graciela Berro
And many other youngsters
in difficult social conditions,
many of them in custody
for diverse offenses.
This film was made
in Montevideo, Uruguay.
Subtitled by Danilo Iglesias.
© Mario Handler 2002
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