EXT. ROAD. DAY
source 2TITLE CARD: "Pernambuco, 1977"
A random stretch of a secondary road. A light yellow 1972 VW Beetle.
The driver is MARCELO, bearded, driving his car alone with boxes, bags, and luggage. The Beetle pulls up to a random gas station, almost hidden. The windshield has the remains of bugs crushed by the speeding vehicle.
Before the car pulls up to a rusty gas pump, something catches Marcelo's eye. 10 meters away, outstretched in the sun, a man's body, covered by cardboard. Pieces of stone keep the wind from blowing this protection away. A large dark blood stain suggests a hole blow in the head. Two burnt-out candles, one at his feet, the other at his head.
The ATTENDANT, shirtless, wearing glasses and leather sandals, APPEARS behind a door, suddenly...
Marcelo looks at the attendant, looks to the cadaver meters ahead, then to the Beetle's gas indicator. The Beetle's motor is still running:
INDICATOR DETAIL: points to "V" (for Vazio, "empty" in Portuguese).
Marcelo turns off the motor and unlocks the hood, which the attendant opens.
He starts pumping gas.
Marcelo tries to figure how this story fits into what he sees...
The attendant pours water on the Beetle's windshield.
Marcelo finally reacts to the smell...
SHOT FROM A DISTANCE: a pack of five dogs walk along the shoulder at the side of the road.
They take an interest in the corpse due to the stench. The attendant stops pumping and tries to scare off the dogs, throwing pebbles.
Something catches the attention of both Marcelo and the attendant; they turn their ====>>> heads...
Marcelo watches the car's arrival and walks back towards his Beetle. The attendant finishes pumping his gas, puts the hose pack on the pump.
The police car slows down, like a plane taxiing in the gas station area. It drives around, very close to the dead man. They come towards the gas pumps.
Marcelo gets in his car and starts the engine, but the police siren whoops briefly. The policeman in the passenger seat signals Marcelo to turn off the engine.
One of the officers gets out of the car and walks with tired authority towards Marcelo's Beetle. His uniform has a small but unmistakable bloodstain on the right side of his chest. There's also a belt, a .38 revolver, a cap, and sunglasses.
Marcelo looks surprised, but calm. He turns off the motor.
DETAIL OF A RUSTY SIGN: "NO SMOKING – A SKULL and the word FLAMMABLE" ===> PAN ==> Officer 2 gets out of the car, lighting a cigarette with a match from a matchbox.
The attendant scratches his head and turns, looking at Marcelo's Beetle.
He gives Marcelo's documents back. Marcelo plays along. He tries to release the fire extinguisher from between his legs when he is interrupted by the policeman.
From the driver's seat, Marcelo looks the policeman in the face.
Marcelo gets out of the Beetle. The policeman kneels inside the car, examining it internally. He pulls out the fire extinguisher.
SPLIT DIOPTER: In the same shot, the policeman inside the car/Marcelo outside the car, further back.
DETAIL: A paper with inspection date and best by date:
"27/11/1976 - 27/11/1978"
Now sitting in the driver's seat, like he's the car's new owner, the policeman asks:
The policeman opens the glove compartment...
Marcelo answers attentively:
The policeman runs his hand under the seat. HE FINDS NOTHING.
We see the color photo with white paper frame around it--a 30-something woman--taped to the Beetle's dashboard.
Right then, Marcelo looks away: a compact car drives up to the gas station, packed with a family and kids, almost all of them wearing either MASKS or no shirt. Maybe they're coming from the beach, maybe from a Carnaval celebration.
The woman in the passenger seat is wearing a colorful "Indian headdress," bought at a supermarket. She takes one look at the dead body lying outside the gas station, and the police car. She gesticulates wildly to her partner at the wheel and says loudly:
The SIX children in the back seat, some of them masked, look curiously, trying to figure out what's going on as the car speeds up to get back on the road. We ZOOM in.
The policemen looks up and sees the car driving away in a cloud of dust.
The police officer, now sweaty, gets out of Marcelo's Beetle, straightening his pants. He gives the keys back to Marcelo, leans down and opens the front trunk.