THIS IS THE STORY OF MY LIFE.
My father, back then, his friends...
and mainly his family...
they thought he was just imagining things.
They said he was a dreamer.
They used to call my father crazy.
But we were the crazy ones.
He was the one who was right.
BASED ON A TRUE STORY
Is it working?
Hey, Helena!
Helena!
Darn it!
Francisco.
- Francisco. - Darn it, Helena.
Now I've got it working, let me listen!
Francisco...
I'm pregnant.
Francisco, give the boy's ears a rest.
But Mirosmar adores music!
Can't you tell?
Give me him.
We'll have two boys and they'll sing.
They'll form a duo. A duo of two.
Attention! Cut off warning.
Consumers from Anápolis City and region...
be informed that the power will be cut off...
How about Marlene?
How about Emanoel?
Wellington.
Ouch! Francisco! Ouch!
- Let's go, Zé! - It hurts!
Wait, wait! Stop, José!
One more boy! Walter!
Turn that radio down! We can't even get any peace for meals.
- Oh, mom! - Leave it be, Helena!
You wanted a country duo and ended up with a whole choir.
Turn the radio up, dad.
Who owns the place?
Eat up, Emanoel. Eat up your corn.
TWO SONS OF FRANCISCO STORY OF ZEZÉ DI CAMARGO E LUCIANO
SANT'ANA SOUVENIR
Let's take the picture, mom!
Mom, I'm going to sing at that thing later on.
If you do a good job, I'll give you a prize.
Promise!
Go on, son!
What a sweet kiss
She has
Since I kissed her I've loved no other
What a sweet little kiss She brought from afar
My God! We've got a hell of a long way to go!
What did you expect, that he'd be born a songbird?
- Did you like it, dad? - Of course not, son.
Your voice is no good. You still need to practice.
Nonsense, son.
Your father's talking nonsense. Go get your prize, go on.
I don't want it, mom.
Come on.
Here, son.
All right.
He's only a boy, Francisco.
A son of mine has to make something of his life, Helena.
What if he has no talent for music? What will we do with him?
Forget it, Francisco.
Waste his life hoeing other people's fields?
School?
For the children, dad.
But school, Helena?
It takes all day to walk from here to the village, dad.
But this house is still mine!
School, for what? To become bums?
A son of mine has to make something of his life, dad!
God Almighty, for crying out loud!
With no school, the children have no future.
No way! Too many of them, too many kids!
We can't bring all the kids here.
There's more than fifteen. They need a school!
Mr. Mayor...
studying is mandatory by law. I heard it on the radio.
You're the boss.
- Who wants a notebook? - I do!
Wait! Who wants a yellow one?
Go on in.
And now another hit from Goiás.
Stop, son, for God's sake!
No one can stand that harmonica all day long!
Go do something nice and quiet, go on.
Everybody to bed! Go to bed.
Go on!
You've got the knack, boy.
Now I want you to play like Celinho, on the accordion.
Accordion?
Form a duo with your brother.
This pig's too small.
It was my father's.
I'll trade it for both of them.
Francisco is really crazy.
Mirosmar!
Take it, it's yours.
What about me?
I'd rather have a soccer ball. A real ball.
- Dad! - Leave him alone, leave him be!
The rooster.
That's how you've go to do it. Like the rooster.
You've got to sing every day in the morning and your voices...
- will be great. Open your mouth. - Hey, dad!
Open your mouth, son! Swallow! There.
Mirosmar, open your mouth!
Swallow, son. That's it. Swallow, swallow.
That's right, son, good.
Like a singer!
- Hi, Grandad! - Hi, Grandad!
- Howdy. - Careful!
- Hello, dad. - Howdy.
- Hi, Grandpa! - Howdy.
Where the devil did he get a concertina, Helena?
At the store, dad.
Swapped the entire crop for it, I bet!
- Instead of paying the rent. - Don't start, dad.
Folks are right when they say.
Francisco is downright crazy!
Beg your pardon.
I'm Francisco. My son has to learn the accordion.
Couldn't you give him some tips?
- Now? Not a chance! - Just a note or two. He's good.
That's him.
He can't even hold the instrument.
Sorry, I've got work to do.
Hey, you!
Come here!
Come!
- I can't play yet. - Can't play?
Who's heard of someone with such a fine instrument who can't play?
Sit down, come on!
Listen here, I want you to listen carefully.
I'll only teach this once. Understand?
Go on.
Opening and closing the bellows.
Eat.
Come on, son.
Go on, son.
That's it. You. That's it.
- Good. ... a sincere and cordial...
Camargo and Camarguinho. Camargo and Camarguinho.
There's the microphone.
The audience is out there. You come out...
speak, then bow. Thank the audience.
Go on, that's it.
Camargo and Camarguinho, come on.
Dear audience...
please cordially accept...
Not cordial! Say it again.
Pay attention, Camarguinho.
Come on, pay attention!
Dear audience...
please kindly accept the...
Better do it again.
- The day I left home. - I start!
The day I left home My mother said to me
Son, come here
She caressed my hair Looked me in the eye
And said
Wherever you go, I follow
In my thoughts wherever you are
In my prayers I'll ask God
To light your way
I know she never understood My reasons for parting
But she knows when sons grow up They become birds and want to fly
Pirenópolis is a famous town Nowadays
- Pirenópolis... - Hold it! Ready!
Pirenópolis is a famous town Nowadays
It has electricity, telephone A bridge and sidewalks
Pirenópolis is a famous town Nowadays
It has electricity, telephone A bridge and sidewalks
The mayor working hard Building and renovating
Bringing joy and prosperity To this fine town
Nelito Jayme, the people's Mayor.
Dear audience...
please kindly accept...
a sincere and cordial...
- Good afternoon from Camargo... - And from Camarguinho.
- What's that, dad? - This here is our chance, son.
This here will pay your Grandfather.
Lovely song by Uncle Ademir! We're going to be on the radio!
- On the radio? - We're going be on that?
Here.
It's hard, dad. I don't understand.
Right, let's see.
- Lovely land. - Lovely land...
- of great wealth. - Great wealth.
- Long live our... - Nature.
- Nation's nature. - Nation.
What's nation, dad?
Let's just read on, son.
Look! What's that?
- It's the Army, son. - Army?
Yes.
Now 28 have been wounded in the clash...
between the Army and students in Brasília.
And in just a minute, Camargo and Camarguinho.
The greatest country music duo in the Pirenópolis region!
Right after these commercials!
Where are the kids from Pirenópolis?
Come on in.
- My pleasure. - How are you?
Francisco Camargo, the boys' father.
Can we hear a bit of the song before it goes on air?
No instruments, just to hear your voices.
Lovely land of great wealth Long live our nation's nature
Which is now living In such confusion
Where is the hope of a people Who toil night and day?
Where are their celebrations And their joy?
Long live the armed forces And their tyranny
- Long live... - No! Wait a minute! Stop!
"Long live the armed forces and their tyranny?"
We'll get everyone arrested!
If the censors hear that it'll be the end of my show!
But what's wrong with the boys' song?
What's wrong with the boys' song?
The president of Brazil is a military general, didn't you know?
Are you crazy, or what?
Crazy!
Don't be sad, dad. How were we to know...
that such a fine word would offend him? Tyranny!
Things aren't going well around here, Francisco.
My father's been here.
He came to collect the rent.
I'm worried, Francisco.
He wants the land back, Francisco.
You can trust me, Helena.
That's where the boys' future lies.
Come on, Helena! This land was never ours anyway.
Come on! Come on!
- Did you get everything? - Yes. Are the kids there?
- Don't cry, son. - Everybody close. Don't cry, son.
Everybody close. The kids there, come here!
- Hold each others' hands. - Listen to your father.
Careful, let's go. Everybody close!
Go after.
Do you think that's it?
Is it this one, dad?
It's here. This is it.
Let's get in.
Look. Look here.
See!
At home.
Look, look, look. Faster!
On, off, on.
See!
What do you think you're doing? What a mess!
Do it properly or you won't get paid a cent!
Unfortunately, I have bad news.
Your son has had a serious illness.
Polio. He'll never walk again.
You took so long, it's raining so hard!
What about the groceries? You're all wet.
The guy at the store said he doesn't sell on credit, mom.
Don't worry, your father will go and speak to him.
Let's change your dress, it's soaked, come on.
Change that shirt, Emival. It's soaked!
I'm hungry.
Lie down for a while, you won't feel so hungry.
- Emival, come with me. - What for?
Come on!
Hey you, get out of here! I don't want any noise here.
Get lost!
Can you play that, squirt?
Yeah.
Then play a little, I want to hear.
The day I left home My mother said to me
Son, come here
She caressed my hair Looked me in the eye
And said
Wherever you go I follow
In my thoughts wherever you are
In my prayers I'll ask God
To light your way
I know she never understood My reasons for parting
But she knows when sons grow up They become birds and want to fly
I'd really like to have stayed But my fate decided otherwise
My mother watched in the doorway Blessing me and crying as I left
That day my mother told me Of the ways of the world
As if she knew Each step along the way
Without ever leaving my father's side In that small town
She told me Son, may God be with you
For this whole world is yours
I know she never understood My reasons for parting
But she knew when sons grow up They become birds and want to fly
I'd really like to have stayed But my fate decided otherwise
Twelve, thirteen, fourteen... Look, dad! Money!
Here, dad!
- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon.
I'm Francisco's son, from number 32.
What was your name again?
My name is Camargo. And this is Camarguinho, my brother.
- Camargo and Camarguinho. - Can I help you?
- What are you to these boys? - Their father.
My pleasure. My name is Miranda. I'm an agent.
I handle country music duos!
Join me for some coffee? This way.
They're a guaranteed hit. No doubt about it.
- Give me two coffees! - Two coffees for us.
If I had two sons like that, I'd be rolling in cash.
Besides the joy of their music.
Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Helena.
Mr. Miranda is an agent and thinks our boys have what it takes.
Congratulations, Mrs. Helena.
Your sons are country whippoorwills! Magnificent!
Have a seat?
Coffee.
Thank you kindly, Mrs. Helena.
Mr. Miranda is going to take the boys all over the area to play.
Keep an eye on them while we work.
- All over the area? - Yes, all over Brazil.
- They boys are going to be famous. - And they'll make a lot of money.
A lot of money!
Mrs. Helena, can I be honest with you?
Bus stations are very dangerous places.
And not a place for such talent!
I can see these boys shining throughout the land.
Camargo, Camarguinho, Camarguinho, Camarguinho...
It's Camargo and Camarguinho, the Country Whippoorwills!
Let's hit the road.
Nice poster. Turned out great!
I'm not going, I don't want to.
- See you soon. - Have a good trip!
Bye dad. You be careful.
Don't worry, kid. Next week at the latest, we'll be back.
Rest assured, Mrs. Helena, with me they have God on their side.
Go on, son.
Come on, son.
Come on, son, get in.
Watch your foot. There.
Bye, son, see you. Take care!
- Bye! - Take care!
- I don't want to go. - Enough of that. Enough!
May God be with you!
Come on, let's rehearse, let's rehearse!
"Country Boy's Lament", come on!
In these plain verses
My beauty, my love
That's it!
I'm hungry!
Get out. Go on ahead, singing.
Look happy, come on! Go!
Go on!
How touching!
A round of applause!
Wonderful!
That's music for you! The rest is amateur stuff.
Wonderful!
Son, can you play "Country Boy's Lament"?
It's the story of my life.
In these plain verses
My beauty, my love
For you I wish to sing
My suffering and pain
I'm like the whippoorwill
That sings so sadly
From the branch where it sits
With this guitar I truly sing and cry out
Each lament Is my yearning
I was born in those hills
In a lowly little shack
All full of holes
Letting the moonlight Shine in
When nightfall comes
Hey, come here, kids! I'll buy you lunch.
Not even a letter.
That's just how it is, Helena.
It takes a while.
I thought Miranda said one week?
In these plain verses My beauty, my love
For I wish to sing My suffering and pain
I'm like the whippoorwill
That sings so sadly From the branch where it sits
With this guitar I truly sing and cry out
Each lament Is my yearning
I was born in those hills
In a lowly little shack
All full of holes
Letting the moonlight Shine in
Beautiful! Perfect!
- When nightfall comes - Go get dressed for the show.
The birds in the bush Start making noise
Downstairs in an hour, you hear Emival?
Look, Emival.
When are we going back home?
Looking great!
We're late! Where is he? He should be here by now!
- He's upstairs getting ready. - Emival's always late! Unbearable!
I'm ready!
You're ready but you deserve a good beating!
Let me go! Let go!
- You have to listen to me! - You're not my father!
- It's been four months, Francisco! - Calm down, Helena. Miranda...
That man disappeared with our sons!
Can't you put two and two together?
- You think... - lf anything happens...
to those boys, it'll be your fault.
Because you must be crazy, Francisco!
I want my sons back, Francisco!
I want my two boys!
Dad!