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[insects chirping]
[percussive music, children sing in Igbo]
♪ Eneke the bird said that ♪
♪ Since men learned To shoot without missing ♪
♪ It learned to fly without perching ♪
♪ Eneke the bird said that ♪
♪ Since men learned To shoot without missing ♪
♪ It learned to fly without perching ♪
[birds and insects chirping]
[boy, in Igbo] Imagine my mouth here.
I need your imagination for this one.
This is the face of your Chi.
Boo!
[traffic, horns honking]
[soft music plays]
SÃO PAULO, BRAZIL 2019
[slow tense music plays]
[slow tense music continues]
[in English] Excuse me, sir. I'm looking for Galeria Presidente...
[horn honks]
[tense music intensifies]
[tense music continues]
[man] Excuse me!
Excuse me!
I'm looking for this address. Galeria Presidente.
[woman, in Portuguese] Galeria Presidente?
[man] Amadi!
[Amadi, in Igbo] Uncle!
Amadi!
[in Igbo] I see you turned out looking like your brother.
[Amadi laughs]
-I hope all is well. -I'll take you home now.
[Amadi laughs]
-How's everybody at home? -All good, good.
[Amadi's uncle] The mall is closed, but I've waited for you.
-[Amadi] I hope all is well. -[Amadi's uncle] All is well.
[traffic, horns honking]
[intriguing music plays]
[sighs]
[beep]
[woman on recording, in Igbo] Amadi, my darling, how do I do this?
I'm not very good with technology.
-[Amadi, in Igbo] No problem, Mom. -[Amadi's mother chuckles]
[Amadi] Bring it closer to your mouth and say what you want to say.
[Amadi's mother] Amadi, my son, can you please wait outside?
I want to talk to your brother alone.
[Amadi] Of course, Mom. Call me if you need my help.
I'll be waiting outside.
[footsteps, door closing]
[Amadi's mother] Ikenna, my love. My first son. My heart.
[beep]
[melancholic music plays]
[sighs]
[indistinct chatter]
[pop music playing over stereo]
COVENANT UNIVERSITY COMES TO SÃO PAULO
[pop music continues]
[knocking on glass]
[in Portuguese] We're not open yet.
[Amadi, in English] I'm looking for Ikenna Igbomaeze,
Head of Qualitative Statistics Department.
You can't come in.
[speaking slowly] Ikenna Igbomaeze.
[man] No, I don't know him.
-Ikenna-- -[man] I don't know him.
[traffic, machinery]
[siren wailing]
[Amadi] Ikenna!
[indistinct chatter]
-Hey, you can't-- -Sorry, I have to go, I think I saw him.
I'll be right back, it might be him!
[man] I'm going to kill him!
I'm coming, you bastard...
[Amadi] Hello. [panting] Hello.
I'm looking for Professor Ikenna Igbomaeze,
Department of Qualitative Statistics,
São Paulo Covenant Applied Mathematics University.
[woman] You are at the wrong place. There is no university here.
This is a public building,
you are at EMURB, the city's urban planning department.
We have no professors here.
Maybe it moved?
I've been working here for ten years now. It's never been a university.
-[traffic] -[Amadi panting]
[chanting in Arabic]
[woman, in Portuguese] Let's agree on 30%, Mr. Ogboh.
[Ogboh, in Portuguese] No.
[woman] If a customer likes it here, I'll recommend it.
[Ogboh] No, Emilia. I won't get anything out of it.
-[Emilia] 30%. -[Ogboh] It's not enough.
[Emilia] 35%.
35%, and I'll tell them to come and have their nails done with Anne-Marie.
[Ogboh] Emilia...
[Emilia] 35%, Mr. Ogboh, and Anne-Marie will do their nails.
Uh?
[Ogboh] Okay. All right.
[in English] Thank you, Mr. Ogboh.
[in Igbo] She negotiates like an Igbo.
-[chuckles] -[soft pop music playing over stereo]
[Ogboh] When you go back home and meet your girlfriend,
she will be wearing my Brazilian hair.
Can you feel the money?
You could work here with me…
[in Igbo] Uncle, I don't think I will stay here for long.
[Ogboh] The mall is down there, where we were.
We are...
so close...
[water splashing]
...but so far away.
This could very well be London.
[siren wailing]
White people city.
[Ogboh] I can't explain what brought Ikenna to São Paulo.
But I felt like I had to help him.
I can't help but support him, it's always been like this.
[Amadi] He lied, just...
to make us happy.
[Ogboh] And were you people happy?
Chima said Ikenna lost a lot of money
on video games and horse races.
Something called him to São Paulo.
He was talking about building an instrument
that only Igbos would understand, because of Chukwu.
So confusing.
Because Chukwu has the musical score for uwa.
[Amadi] Ikenna used to play at my great-grandfather's house.
There were four cannons, he had talismans, relics.
[Ogboh] Witchcraft…
Did anyone tell you about my naming ceremony?
[slow sad music plays]
Nobody could tell my ancestor.
They called a priest to throw the cowrie shells.
First time, second time, third time... nothing.
Later, the priest said,
"Ikenna is your ancestor."
[laughs uproariously]
[slow sad music continues]
He said Ikenna had been reincarnated in me.
[Ogboh] Mmm...
Since then, I haven't believed in anything.
[typing]
[ballad playing over stereo]
[Amadi, in English] Excuse me, please, what is this computer here?
Yes.
[girl] Repair.
[Amadi] I think it's my brother's. Please, can I see it?
Left long time ago. No pay. 400 reais.
-[intriguing music plays] -[male voice on computer] Three, two, one.
-[scientist 1 speaking Dutch] -[male voice] One, two. Three, four.
Three, five...
[scientist 1, in English] Gravity is an emergent phenomenon that,
-by using ideas about entropy... -[male voice] Eight, one,
-one, two... -...and thermodynamics...
[scientist 2] ...this information is hidden from you, we call it "entropy."
-[male voice] Five, eight, one. -[scientists' voices overlapping]
-[male voice] Three, two, one, three. -[scientist 3] ...one or two atoms.
-Temperature is not a microscopic thing. -[male voice] Four, five.
[scientist 3] Gravity is somewhat like that.
-It's like space has some atoms... -[male voice] Nine, one, four.
[scientist 3] Those atoms...
You can think about it as information that behaves quantum mechanically.
[male voice] Three...
[scientist 4] Every object, in some sense, contains information
because it contains
a very specific arrangement of particles.
The entire universe can be represented as a hologram.
-[Amadi sighs] -[male voice] Two, three, five, eight,
-one, three, two. -[intriguing music intensifies]
[male voice] One, three, four,
five, five, eight,
nine, one, four, nine.
[serene music plays]
[indistinct chatter]
He used to come here. I just want to know if you have seen him--
[in Portuguese] Go for number five.
No, no, I'm not here to wait for... Have you seen this guy coming here--
The deal was to give you number five, don't chicken out now.
[beep]
[tears paper]
[alarm bell]
[suspenseful music plays]
[announcer speaking Portuguese over speakers]
[hooves clopping]
[horses snort, neigh]
[announcer continues speaking Portuguese over speakers]
[suspenseful music continues]
[announcer continues speaking Portuguese over speakers]
There's a great shortcut to Schopenhauer,
which is a product that has run twice.
He didn't start well the first time. On his second time, after a good start,
he was exhausted after finishing, but today his trainer has
an advantage and could perhaps play a trick here on his opponents.
The animals in race number four are already going for the big start...
[man, in Portuguese] Which one?
-What? -[in English] Who do you have?
Oh...
Schopenhauer...
[laughs] Schopenhauer, no chance!
Here is not a good place for German philosophers, it doesn't work.
You need to know the horses. It isn't easy to win money here.
-[alarm bell] -[mumbles]
It's about to start.
[announcer] The competitors are down for the first part of the big turn.
Extremist... [indistinct dialogue]
...in his place. Colonel Rubino, on the other hand... [indistinct dialogue]
Schopenhauer is open...
-[man, in Portuguese] Come on! -[yelling]
It looks like Schopenhauer is coming to...
Is that Schopenhauer... coming to the front?
-[announcer continues speaking] -[men shout]
[announcer] He moves like a champion. Schopenhauer...
He's winning! Look, he has won, did you see it?
[laughs] Schopenhauer! Oh, my God!
He has won! It's amazing! [laughs]
[announcer continues speaking]
...the scoreboard.
In the first place comes Schopenhauer.
In second, Colonel Rubino, and in third, Extremist.
There it is, the horse doesn't pay...
[Amadi] Are you, by any chance, a professor of a university?
[man, in English] What do you mean?
I'm... really not here to win any bets.
I'm actually looking for somebody.
Who?
[announcer] ...from Rio Grande do Sul with a good entourage,
trusting in Schopenhauer, that came out victorious in this endeavor
and can already run in classic races...
He had a system.
For winning at the tracks.
An algorithm, he called it.
It was based on statistics.
It was really something, seeing all the gears in his head turning.
Charlie... Sorry, Ikenna...
sometimes won against great odds.
Like you.
[Afro-jazz music playing]
[Amadi] That's me. Mm-hmm.
[man] Cool.
[Amadi] In the keyboards.
[man] No, it's for you.
No.
No, he gave it to you.
He didn't give it to me.
He left it here.
[Afro-jazz music continues]
Tell me about Charlie, Miro.
I want to know him.
[chuckles]
Well...
Charlie...
studied Economics... at LSE...
and... was quite... a successful stock broker
before he gave up on it
and decided to move to Brazil on a whim.
[laughing] He never went to LSE.
He was accepted, but my family couldn't afford it.
He talked a lot about his father...
who was a second-hand man to... Ojukwu?
[laughs]
In the civil war.
A... proud soldier.
My father was a drunk. [laughs]
I see.
[Afro-jazz music continues]
And this... Charlie...
He had brothers?
[Miro] No.
You do not exist in this parallel universe.
Charlie used to say he was so spoiled because he was an only child.
But you look so much like him.
And you crossed the Atlantic to look for him.
That should count for something.
[Amadi] I don't think so.
I'm doing what is expected of me.
I can't understand why he just disappeared the way he did.
[Afro-jazz music stops]
[man speaking Hungarian]
Sorry...
What language is that?
It's not Portuguese, is it?
[Miro, laughing] No...
When I was young,
he told me he wouldn't teach me Hungarian
because I wouldn't be a real Brazilian then.
Everybody would call me "gringo."
And now that he's senile...
he's forgotten all his Portuguese and only speaks Hungarian.
We live in the same house, I give him baths, feed him.
[sighs] But we don't speak the same language.
[man speaking Hungarian]
[sighs]
[snorts]
[beep]
[birds chirping]
[presses key]
[in Portuguese] Can I eat it?
[chuckles]
Very good.
[on computer] Very good.
-[Emilia, in Portuguese] It's your turn. -[Ikenna] No, no, no. Carry on, carry on.
[in Igbo] Since men learned to shoot without missing...
[in Igbo] "Since men learned to shoot without missing..."
[Ikenna] It learned to fly...
-[yells] "It learned to fly..." -[Ikenna] It learned to fly
-without perching. -[laughing] "...without perching."
-[in Portuguese] No, it's your turn now. -[Ikenna, in Portuguese] Well done.
[presses key]
-[Emilia] It's your turn now... -[presses key]
[presses key]
-[Emilia] No, it's your turn now. -[Ikenna] Well done.
[in Igbo] Eneke the bird... [laughs]
[percussive music plays, children sing in Igbo]
-[children] ♪ Eneke the bird said that ♪ -[Ikenna and Emilia speaking Igbo]
[children] ♪ Since men learned To shoot without missing ♪
-[Emilia] "...that..." -[Ikenna] ...since men learned...
[children] ♪ It learned to fly without perching ♪
[Ikenna] ...said that, since men learned...
[Emilia] "...said that, since men learned..."
[percussive music continues]
[thunder]
[slow jazz music playing over stereo]
[in Portuguese] Anne-Marie.
Please take Amadi upstairs, and don't charge him, okay?
[slow jazz music continues]
[woman, in Portuguese] Can you believe it, Emilia?
A woman who's not even family yet is telling me what to wear.
She told me that I could wear any color, except yellow.
[in Portuguese] Really?
Because my son's mother-in-law is going to wear yellow.
[Emilia] That's tough, Mrs. Vania.
[Amadi, in Igbo] What's your name?
[in English] Oh, sorry, please, what is your name?
Anne-Marie.
[Amadi] You're not Igbo?
-[in English] No, from Congo. -[Amadi] Oh...
[chuckles] You fooled me.
I live here a long time.
[scissors clipping]
[Amadi] She doesn't speak English, huh?
[Anne-Marie] No.
[slow jazz music continues]
Did you know Ikenna?
[Anne-Marie] Not my business.
[scissors clipping]
Do you think she knew Ikenna?
Not my business.
[scissors clipping]
-What's her name? -[Emilia] Emilia.
My name is Emilia.
What's the matter? What are you looking at?
-[machine whirring] -They said he stopped by
and asked very nicely to take some pictures of the house.
Since it was empty, the guard didn't see a problem.
I guess he may have paid him something, maybe.
When?
A year ago? Two?
[hammering]
[hammering continues]
[Miro] Do you see that... overpass?
The last time I saw your brother, he was walking away from my house.
A lot of people at the passarela.
He paused and looked back.
I think he saw me.
And he screamed at the top of his lungs.
Something like this: "Uwa."
[Amadi] The universe.
[Miro] And then a lot of people got in front, I couldn't see him anymore.
The universe. The world.
-What? -In Igbo, uwa.
-Uwa. -Yes, uwa.
-The universe? -Yes.
Uwa...
[sad music plays]
[Miro snorts] I'd tell him not to write in the books.
Never could get used to that.
I tried to go there, but Charlie never allowed me.
Casa do Migrante.
A hostel for immigrants downtown.
-[man speaking Hungarian] -Excuse me for a moment.
[man speaking Hungarian]
[sad music continues]
-[Chinese music playing over stereo] -[woman, in Chinese] Li Wei!
Help me out here. He speaks English, I don't understand.
[Li Wei, in English] Want what? What want?
Pork? Dumpling?
No, no, no... This, this.
I just want to know who did this. This formula.
What does he want? So inconvenient!
[Amadi] Do you know what it means?
[in Chinese] He wants to know who scribbled this.
How would I know who wrote that?
Wasn't it that weird customer who scribbles numbers on everything?
Who?
[Lu Wei] It seems like his name is Fernando.
[Chinese woman] Fernando? I don't know who Fernando is.
You've spoken enough English already.
[Li Wei, in English] Lumumbeats. Google.
Uh... Fernando? Fernando.
-Fernando... -[Li Wei] Eye.
[Chinese woman] I told you to go back.
-[Li Wei, in Chinese] Okay. -Do you want to lose your job?
[Chinese music continues]
[in Portuguese] Thank you, sir. Farewell.
[loud electronic music playing over speakers]
-[Amadi] Are you Fernando? -[in Portuguese] What?
-[Amadi] Fernando! -Yes, that's me.
[Amadi] Do you speak English?
-[Fernando, in English] Oh, man! -[Amadi] Do you recognize this?
Yeah, yeah, I wrote that formula.
But I didn't write this stupid thing.
It was that time junkie... What's his name?
-[Amadi] Ikenna. -[in Portuguese] What?
-Uh... Charlie? -[Fernando, in English] Yeah, Charlie!
What a nut, man.
He was a total crackpot.
He thought that, just because he knew some math,
he could have some understanding of physics,
that it was just a matter of shuffling formulas.
He must have heard of Verlinde.
-[Amadi mumbles] -Verlinde, that was his starting point.
He said Verlinde must have been right,
that there really is no gravity, that gravity is an entropic force.
It was like some non-linear soul merging idea
about how people can reincarnate as their parent
or some crazy thing like that, yeah?
-I don't unders-- -Sorry, my friend.
I can't waste more time on this, okay?
-I have work to do, okay? -[Amadi] Okay, but--
[Fernando] I really got work to do here.
Okay, man, enjoy the party, okay?
[loud electronic music continues]
[music turns ominous]
[woman laughs]
[loud ominous music continues]
[lighter click]
[clanking]
[indistinct chatter in the distance]
[Ogboh, in Igbo] What happened to you?
[Amadi sighs]
[in Igbo] Nothing.
Sorry, did I wake you up?
[Ogboh] What happened?
[Amadi snorts]
Ikenna happened. Or should I say "Charlie" happened?
Did you find him?
[Amadi] No.
But I found out a lot about him.
His name is Charlie, did you know?
Selfish bastard. It's all about him, it's always about him.
Did you know he has a fiancée back home? They've been engaged for five years!
Five years!
She hasn't heard from him in over a year.
She's there, waiting for him to come home.
The embarrassment this has caused our mother...
She lives in constant fear of running into his fiancée's parents in public.
But at least she exists for him.
We are such fools.
[Ogboh, in English] Yes! What fools you are!
[in Igbo] He's lost, Amadi.
Too many expectations. That can break a man.
It could happen to any of us.
The pressure put on the first son...
I'm not defending him.
But your family expected so much from him.
Some of us manage to take it in, absorb it.
But for others, like Ikenna...
it's too much.
He didn't ask you to come here.
That was your choice.
-I didn't choose-- -[Ogboh] But here you are.
What I'm telling you is this:
Ikenna is carrying his own burden, and you've put yours on him too!
Even if you believed the bullshit that he somehow was reincarnated in you,
wouldn't you still have your free will?
[snorts]
[Amadi's mother, in Igbo] Amadi, my son, can you please wait outside?
I want to talk to your brother alone.
[Amadi, in Igbo] Of course, Mom. Call me if you need my help.
I'll be waiting outside.
[footsteps, door closing]
[Amadi's mother] Ikenna, my love. My first son. My heart--
[beep]
-[Amadi's mother] Ikenna, my love-- -[beep]
[snorts]
[people speaking multiple languages, overlapping]
-[children singing in Igbo] ♪ Eneke... ♪ -[male voice] One, one, two.
-[percussive music plays] -[male voice] Three, five, eight.
-[Ikenna and Emilia speaking Igbo] -[male voice] One, three, two,
-one, three. -[Amadi's mother] Ikenna, my love...
[children] ♪ Eneke... ♪
-[happy music playing over stereo] -[indistinct chatter]
-[Ogboh laughs] -[cheering]
[Amadi] So... Ikenna is your godfather.
Yes.
[helicopter]
He knows things that nobody else knows.
Lots of secrets, things the other kids don't know.
He told me how everything ends and how it begins.
He also taught me how to do this.
[coin clinks]
[man, in Portuguese] She's the only one who can solve that issue.
She's here on Wednesday and Friday mornings.
[Amadi, in English] Is there somebody else I can talk to?
'Cause I don't really understand...
[man] That's how it is here at Casa do Migrante.
You can't shower in the morning.
Showers are only in the afternoon, never in the morning,
because every morning you have to leave
and look for work, do something, maybe get yourself an ID or whatever.
No, we can't do that.
He got in trouble with the administration here.
Someone said he was charging for a room at the Occupation.
Making big money.
I heard of someone who saw him there like three days ago.
You will see him there for sure.
-You're his brother? -[Amadi] Yes.
Continue.
[all playing rhythmic music]
[Amadi] Yeah!
Yeah, give me that.
♪ Oh, yes... ♪
[indistinct chatter]
[Amadi] Continue, continue!
Wait, go back to...
♪ Oh, yes, everybody missed you ♪
♪ But you know we're on our way Our way to meet you ♪
♪ Oh, yes, everybody missed you ♪
♪ But you know we're on our way Our way to meet you ♪
♪ Every day and night You know they sleep ♪
♪ They walk up and down To look for where you go still ♪
[yelling]
[men continue singing] ♪ Every day and night ♪
♪ You know they rest ♪
♪ Yeah, they walk up and down To find the place where you go still... ♪
[Ogboh, in Igbo] Human hair has different shades: India, Brazil,
Europe, Russia… It's confusing, since Russia is in Europe.
Now I'll go collect...
Uche's money.
[in Igbo] No problem.
When I come back, I'll check your work.
[ballad playing over stereo]
Tomorrow... [indistinct dialogue]
Okay?
[Amadi sighs]
[Emilia] This one here…
It's the other way around.
[in English] Brazilian hair...
here.
[in Portuguese] And this one... [in English] Indian hair.
[in Portuguese] Just so you know…
-[in English] Brazil. -[Amadi] Uh-huh.
-Huh? -[Amadi] Uh-huh.
[in Portuguese] Here...
[in English] Indian hair.
[man speaking Hungarian]
[Amadi snorts]
[man continues speaking Hungarian]
[continues speaking Hungarian]
[beep]
[continues speaking Hungarian]
-[sighs] -[man continues speaking Hungarian]
-[plays guitar] -[man continues speaking Hungarian]
[continues speaking Hungarian]
[Amadi continues playing guitar]
[man continues speaking Hungarian]
[continues speaking Hungarian]
-[plays the same note multiple times] -[continues speaking Hungarian]
[footsteps approaching]
[Miro, in Portuguese] Dad...
-[speaking Hungarian] -Time for bed.
[continues speaking Hungarian]
Sorry, is that the time? I should go home.
[in English] No, stay. This is for you.
[sighs]
[Miro's dad speaking Hungarian]
[sad music plays]
[exhales]
[presses key]
[presses keys]
[sad music continues]
[suspenseful music plays]
METRO - BUSES
[thunder]
[Amadi] Uh, hello.
Sorry.
[Emilia] What are you doing here?
[Amadi] I...
I came from... the station.
Is everything okay with Mr. Ogboh?
Did something happen?
What are you doing here? It's quite late.
[Amadi] I'm...
I'm looking for my brother.
And...
He had his phone connected to an account.
And I tracked it to this place.
[indistinct dialogue]
I don't understand you.
[in English] English no.
[Amadi] Uh... Ikenna.
[Emilia, in Portuguese] Um... I don't know where he is.
I haven't seen him in over a year.
-I don't understand. -[Emilia, in English] Ikenna no.
No Ikenna.
[in Portuguese] For a long time.
But I'm looking for his phone.
And... I just…
Is that his phone?
Is that his?
-Please, can I just quickly... -[Emilia] No!
This phone is mine. He gave it to me.
I mean… He didn't give it to me, but he left it here.
[thunder]
Wait... Wait.
[Amadi sighs]
[thunder]
[Amadi sighs]
[sighs]
[in Igbo] Ikenna should be looking for Ikenna.
Ikenna would have found Ikenna by now.
[chair whirring]
That language of yours is beautiful.
I asked your brother to speak it sometimes.
It's funny how he sounded.
He seemed to be a different person when he spoke it.
[thunder]
You two look similar.
He didn't have... a beard like yours though.
[Amadi, in Igbo] When I was four years old,
just four years old...
I asked my mother...
"What is this hole on my chin?"
I saw this dimple and I didn't know what it was.
My mother told me... [chuckles]
She told me...
"When you're born...
you get in line to see God.
And if he likes you...
he'll say...
'You cute little thing.'"
[in English] "You cute little thing."
[chuckles]
[in Igbo] "And he'll give you dimples there.
And if he doesn't like you...
he'll say, 'Go away.'"
[sad music plays]
You don't understand a word I'm saying, do you?
[sad music continues]
[Emilia] Was this Ikenna's?
[Amadi, in Igbo] Yes, it was Ikenna's.
[Emilia] Check out that guy.
-[Amadi] Huh? -[Emilia] That guy over there.
Third floor.
Over there.
-He's always watching the same porno. -[Amadi chuckles]
There's nothing wrong with porn, but he could buy a new one.
Change it up a bit.
[chuckles]
[Amadi chuckles]
[chuckles]
[Amadi and Emilia laugh]
[cello music plays]
[cello music continues]
HUMAN HAIR FOR SALE - APPLICATION SPECIALISTS
THREAD BY THREAD INTERLOCKING
[cello music continues]
[voice 1 on cell phone] Escondidinho is a very popular dish
in the northeastern states of Brazil.
Made with jabá, dried meat,
covered with mashed potatoes known as macaxeira.
Dried meat.
[Emilia] Carne seca.
"Carne seca."
Um... "escondidino"?
[Emilia] Escondidinho.
"Escondidinho."
[cutlery clanking]
[indistinct chatter]
[voice 2 on cell phone, in Portuguese] Were you and Ikenna together?
[Emilia continues typing]
[door opens]
[voice 1 on cell phone] It was nothing serious.
[man, in Portuguese] Hi.
Can we sit there?
[chair whirring]
[beep]
[Amadi continues typing]
[voice 2 on cell phone, in Portuguese] What other kinds of food do you like?
[Emilia chuckles]
-[in Portuguese] No? -Up.
-Here? -Aha. But...
Inside here.
[amplified guitar]
[boy laughs]
Let me show you. [in Portuguese] Yes?
Here.
-Here. -Yes.
Here...
and here.
[upbeat music playing over stereo]
[man 1, in Portuguese] Do you speak Portuguese?
[in Portuguese] I'm... learning.
-[man 1] Do you dance? -[Amadi] No.
-[Emilia] Dance! Just a little bit. -[Amadi] No!
-[man 1] Let's dance. Come on. -[man 2, in Portuguese] Emilia! Come on.
-[man 1] Let's dance, come on. -[in English] No!
[man 2 yells]
[man 1] Come on!
[man 2 cheers]
Get up, Amadi!
[upbeat music continues]
[indistinct chatter, laughter]
[cheering]
[mumbling, in Portuguese] "Moment Urban Occupation."
[thunder]
[mumbling] "Moment Urban Occupation."
[Miro] Yeah. What are you searching for?
[in English] Nothing.
Well, I was trying to find information
about an organization Ikenna worked with sometimes.
Someone told me about it at the immigration house.
[in Portuguese] "Moment... Urban Occupation."
[in Portuguese] "Moment"?
[in English] Let me try.
"Movemento..."
[continues typing]
[classical music playing over stereo]
[thunder]
Look.
I think I've found what you're looking for.
[in Portuguese] "Urban Occupation Movement."
Oh.
[Miro, in English] It is quite close to here.
[traffic, horns honking, machinery]
[woman] I had to fill this notebook.
Numbers...
with no order.
No order.
Charlie would say...
"Don't think...
just write."
For this, he got me this room.
I had to do it every week.
He disappeared.
I kept doing it.
It's freeing my mind.
[distant hammering]
[intriguing music plays]
[woman] He said he needed the number list
to feed his instrument.
Something to do with playing music...
but backwards.
After a while...
he didn't need me anymore.
He lives up there.
What?
[woman] Sorry.
He lived.
Lived.
[intriguing music continues]
[man, in Portuguese] Hello.
[intriguing music continues]
[echoing] Uwa!
[intriguing music intensifies]
[intriguing music continues]
[rock music playing over stereo]
[man 1] This is a simulation. I'm setting up an empty game.
CHOOSE YOUR LOADOUT!
[man 1] No one is playing here.
Just the computer. These are the minions.
PREPARE FOR BATTLE!
[man 1] Look.
BLUE TROOPS EMERGING!
[man 1] Almost nothing in this game is "randomic."
And machines can't generate truly "randomic" numbers.
They have to get this from a list somewhere.
Mensah's insight was
to have thousands and thousands of games like this to play out,
and see how the minions would interact.
Let me show you something else.
See? All those numbers...
It must have taken him a lot of time to do this.
This is a lot of work.
[man 2] Charlie said that, if the universe was a hologram,
it was like a simulation, just like League of Legends.
He needed an instrument and he would see through them,
navigate time.
He told us he would "solve the game."
Um... he called this "entanglement,"
and it would work like...
uh, correlating the game's simulation
with another simulation.
One that he could manipulate and predict,
and even change the game itself.
-Correlate? -[man 1] Yeah.
It's hard to explain.
He thought that all computers
where somehow the same computer.
All games, all simulations,
were somehow the same.
Like offset representations of one another, you know?
He needed to generate truly "randomic" numbers.
-Things no one could predict, you know? -[bird caws on game]
[man 1] Like hurricanes, horses, love...
Things like that.
[rock music continues]
[Amadi's mother, in Igbo] Amadi, my darling, how do I do this?
I am not very good with technology.
-[Amadi, in Igbo] No problem, Mom. -[Amadi's mother chuckles]
[Amadi] Bring it closer to your mouth and...
[Amadi's mother] Amadi, my son, can you please wait outside?
I want to talk to your brother alone.
[Amadi] Of course, Mom. Call me if you need my help.
I'll be waiting outside.
[footsteps, door closing]
[Amadi's mother] Ikenna, my love. My first son. My heart. I miss you.
I need you home, by my side.
Nobody can take your place.
I've had lots of children, thank God...
but he chose you to be the first.
These are sad days when we don't know where you are.
[Amadi, in English] Since the death of your father...
[Amadi's mother] Since the death of your father,
our home is without a head.
[Amadi] And you are the head.
You have to come back, Ikenna!
[Amadi's mother continues speaking on recording]
[Amadi] You must come back.
Amadi cannot do it.
He's a beautiful boy...
but he's not you.
Please, Ikenna.
[train approaching]
[Miro] Amadi, don't give up.
[voice 1 on cell phone] Can you tell me something very intimate in Igbo?
[sad music plays]
[voice 2 on cell phone, in Portuguese] You're not going to understand a thing.
[Amadi, in Igbo] There's this story in my family…
about when my great-grandmother...
converted to Christianity.
The family was outraged.
How could the wife of a great king
abandon our tradition and follow the white man's church?
[chuckles]
They tolerated her, though.
She was mostly left alone.
Until the day she appeared in a long white dress,
given to her by an Anglican priest to hide her nakedness.
She was the first person to wear a dress in Awka.
[chuckles]
People gathered and gave her the beating of her life.
Enraged, my great-grandfather said he'd curse his own wife...
and all who came out of her womb.
But nothing happened to us.
Hmm.
[quiet piano music plays]
[male voice 1] One, five.
-Five, one. -[quiet piano music continues]
-[male voice 2, in Igbo] Four. -[male voice 1] Nine, one.
-[male voice 2] Six. -[male voice 3, in Igbo] One.
[male voice 1] Nine, one, six, nine.
-[male voice 2] Six. -[male voice 4, in Portuguese] Five, five.
[male voice 5, in Portuguese] Nine, one, six...
[male voice 4] Five, five, five.
Wow!
[Emilia] Have you seen my cell phone?
Huh?
My phone, have you seen it?
[in English] No.
I'm calling you.
[both search through drawers]
It's your voice mail.
We're going to be late.
[Miro] How do you talk to each other?
She doesn't speak English,
and you don't speak Portuguese.
[in Portuguese] You don't speak English, do you?
[Emilia] No.
[Miro] I guess you don't speak Igbo either.
[Emilia] No.
[Miro] How do you communicate, then?
[screeching]
I enjoy his company.
[screech turns into classical music]
[classical music continues]
[classical music softens]
♪ The harder they come ♪
♪ The harder they fall, one and all ♪
["The Harder They Come" by Jimmy Cliff playing over speakers]
[laughter]
♪ The harder they come... ♪
Ogboh.
♪ The harder they fall, one and all... ♪
Yeah.
[cheers and applause]
♪ Well, the oppressors Are trying to keep me down ♪
[rhythmic clapping]
♪ Trying to drive me underground ♪
♪ And they think That they have got the battle won ♪
♪ I say forgive them, Lord They know not what they've done ♪
♪ 'Cause, as sure as the sun will shine ♪
♪ I'm gonna get my share now What's mine ♪
♪ And then the harder they come ♪
♪ The harder they fall, one and all... ♪
["Você me vira a cabeça (Me tira do sério)" by Alcione playing]
[Emilia, in Portuguese] ♪ Destroy the plans I made for myself ♪
♪ Makes me wonder why life is like this ♪
♪ I always go back and forth To your arms ♪
♪ You don't really want me ♪
♪ Deep inside, I'm your vanity ♪
♪ I'm always following your steps... ♪
[in Igbo] Maybe that's why you came to Brazil.
[Emilia continues singing]
-[in Igbo] I don't know... -So, who is she singing to?
I don't know anything about that.
[Emilia] ♪ You just call me and I go ♪
♪ Why don't you go away for good? ♪
♪ Why don't you set me free From that passion? ♪
♪ Why don't you say You don't want me anymore? ♪
♪ Why don't you set my heart free? ♪
♪ But you need to tie me up And seduce me ♪
♪ So I'll be crazy about you ♪
♪ Just to have someone ♪
♪ Who is always at your disposal For a second of love ♪
♪ But you need to tie me up ♪
-[singing stops] -[beep]
[Ikenna, in Igbo] Do you remember when I taught you to see your own Chi?
[Amadi pants]
[Ikenna] My brother.
Is it coming back to you?
It was a long time ago.
[sighs]
Right there, I saw that our family curse lived in you.
Remember our great-grandmother's beating?
She cried loudly against the world, and against you.
The universe is against you.
[in English] Shine your eyes...
little brother.
[Amadi, in Portuguese] Ikenna was here, Emilia. Ah?
[in Igbo] Do you hear what I'm telling you?
[in English] Ikenna sent me a message.
You understand? He was here, he has your phone.
[in Igbo] Ikenna was here.
-[in English] Where is the guitar? -[Emilia] I don't know.
-The guitar was inside here. Where's it? -[Emilia] I don't know!
-[in Igbo] Who took the electric guitar? -Don't yell at me.
-He was here, he was here again! -Don't yell.
Ikenna was here.
He is in this city, in São Paulo.
I've run up and down.
The more I search for him...
[chuckles]
...the more he disappears.
I can't do anything.
Ikenna could do everything.
Come out, brother, let people see you!
Amadi! Amadi!
[Amadi] Ikenna was here. He is here.
I don't know what you're trying to say. I can't understand you.
He was here.
-I can't understand you. -He was here.
[sighs]
[laughs]
[on computer] It's your turn now! Go ahead and say it...
[intriguing music plays]
RIO ACIMA ROAD
[intriguing music continues]
[beep]
[Ikenna, in Igbo] The priest was right. I am within you.
I did reincarnate in you. I am deep inside you.
And now I understand why.
[in English] I know it because of the arrow of time.
The arrow of time always hones in the colder future.
Time is a complex collection of crystallized structures, of layers,
and the arrow is always delving deeper into them, into us.
Forcing us forward.
That's how I found myself inside of you.
That's how we've found ourselves in this story.
In any story, time only flows when the story is told.
[intriguing music continues]
[Ikenna, in Igbo] I have you in my body.
This marks the place where the story ended.
[intriguing music continues]
[door bangs]
[pants]
[Ikenna] I've been with you all along.
[in English] That is my tool.
[machine whirring]
My soul with 16 cannons.
My staff and shield.
I leave it on all the time.
And when I sleep...
I dream of it.
And in my dreams...
I can read the hologram...
and write on to it too.
And it works.
[machine whirring continues]
Verlinde was right.
There really is no gravity.
Or time.
I knew you would bring it.
The same way I knew almost everything else.
[in Igbo] About you and Emilia.
I found a way to avoid the curse, to save you.
[in English] It's all there.
On the hologram.
Like a big musical score.
We're the score.
The writing.
The hologram.
[young Ikenna, in Igbo] Imagine my mouth here.
[mouthing silently]
[young Ikenna] I need your imagination for this one.
This is the face of your Chi.
[in English] I've broken Chukwu's house, and I'll break it again!
[hysterical] I've extracted the number list from our reality,
and I'm putting it to use!
[hesitates]
[footsteps]
[Ikenna pants]
We can... play along.
You know?
We can all play...
and add a little bit to the song.
If and when we want to.
[machine whirring continues]
It's not so hard.
It can be like this.
[rhythmic organ music playing]
[organ music accelerates]
[Ikenna, in Igbo] I can also play it like this.
[organ music continues]
Or change it to this. No?
[organ music changes beat]
[Ikenna] Let's sing.
Like in the old times.
The song I taught you.
[in English] Let's play that one you like so much, brother.
[Ikenna hums]
[in Igbo] ♪ Eneke the bird said that ♪
♪ Since men learned To shoot without missing ♪
♪ Eneke the bird said that ♪
♪ Since men learned To shoot without missing ♪
[Ikenna hums]
♪ Eneke the bird said that ♪
♪ Since men learned To shoot without missing ♪
[Ikenna hums]
♪ Eneke the bird said that ♪
♪ Since men learned To shoot without missing ♪
[Ikenna hums]
♪ Eneke the bird said that ♪
♪ Since men learned To shoot without missing ♪
-[organ music continues] -[Ikenna hums]
♪ Eneke the bird said that ♪
♪ Since men learned To shoot without missing ♪
[in Igbo] ♪ It learned to fly without perching ♪
-[organ and guitar music playing] -[Ikenna hums]
♪ Eneke the bird said that ♪
♪ Since men learned To shoot without missing ♪
♪ It learned to fly without perching... ♪
[Ikenna, in English] Yeah. [chuckles]
[Amadi and Ikenna hum]
[both sing in Igbo] ♪ Eneke the bird said that ♪
♪ Since men learned To shoot without missing ♪
-♪ It learned to fly without perching... ♪ -[Ikenna, in English] That's right.
It's all there.
[Amadi hums]
-♪ Eneke the bird said that... ♪ -[Ikenna] And they carry with the proof.
[Amadi] ♪ Since men learned to shoot... ♪
[Ikenna] Now we can fly without perching.
♪ It learned to fly without perching ♪
[organ music stops, guitar music continues]
[Amadi hums]
♪ Eneke the bird said that ♪
♪ Since men learned To shoot without missing... ♪
I made all this happen.
I can make things happen.
[guitar music continues]
Now I understand how the holograms works.
-[off-key chords] -[Amadi grunts]
What drives the simulation.
[guitar music resumes]
How to play Chukwu's game.
I can change things.
-[off-key chords] -How else would you have known
which horse was going to win?
[guitar music resumes]
Find Miro?
My laptop?
You don't need to worry, brother.
It's all good.
[guitar music continues]
[organ music playing]
[Ikenna] I'll take care of everything.
Like old times.
[organ music continues]
[Ikenna] You're such a beautiful boy, Amadi.
[machine whirring]
[Ikenna grunts]
[Amadi screams]
[breathes heavily]
[grunts]
[in Igbo] Did you predict this, brother?
Huh?
[machine whirring continues]
[Amadi, hysterical] Can you change this?
Answer me!
[in English] Can you "un-break" the guitar?
Huh?
[in Igbo] Brother.
You're going home.
[opens door]
[closes door]
[bird chirps]
[birds chirping]
[sad music plays]
[Amadi, in Igbo] Mom...
Ikenna will be coming back to you.
He will not be able to take care of you.
He won't be the head of the family.
He will still be...
your first son.
He will still be your heart.
He will still be your beautiful boy.
And he will be carrying this message that I recorded for you.
[sad music continues]
[Amadi] Mom...
[sighs]
How can I explain this to you in a way you'll understand?
[speaking Hungarian]
[continues speaking Hungarian]
[Amadi] It's as if when the cowrie shells were cast
during my Igbo-Agu, there was a bird, high in the sky.
With one eye, he was looking at the result of the shells.
With his other eye, he was looking somewhere far,
an invisible city on the other side of the ocean.
And now, I am here...
[indistinct chatter]
[speaking Hungarian]
[sad music continues]
[chanting in Arabic]
-[indistinct chatter continues] -[continues speaking Hungarian]
[Amadi] ...looking for the place his eye marked...
-[continues speaking Hungarian] -[indistinct chatter continues]
...looking for something I can grasp,
a tiny crack I can slip through.
[men's voices overlapping]
[Amadi] Alone.
For the first time in my life, truly alone.
It's morning.
And it's raining very softly.
Mom.
Wish me luck.
[mysterious music plays]
[male voice 1] Nine, one, six, nine.
Nine, one, six, nine.
-Nine, one, six, nine. -[male voice 2] One, two, one, two. One.
[multiple voices overlapping]
[multiple voices continue overlapping]
-[multiple voices continue overlapping] -[mysterious music continues]