Rodrigues (French: îles Rodrigues) named after Dom Diogo Rodrigues is a semi-autonomous island part of the Republic of Mauritius located in the Indian Ocean, about 650 kilometres (400 mi) north-east of Mauritius. It is the is part of the Mascarene Islands which include Mauritius, Cargados Carajos shoals and the french island Réunion, other nearby island countries and territories include Tromelin, Agalega, Comoros, Mayotte and the Seychelles to the far north-west. The area of Rodrigues is 108 km2, it is of volcanic origin surrounded by coral reef, just off its coast lie some tiny uninhabited islands and islets. The island used the be the tenth district of Mauritius before it gained autonomous status in 2001 and is governed by the Rodrigues Regional Assembly. The capital of the island is Port Mathurin.
As of 2011, the island's population was about 37,922. Its inhabitants are Mauritian citizens.English is the official language of the island, though people also speak French, Indian languages and some oriental languages are also spoken, the lingua franca is Rodriguan Creole. The main religion is Roman Catholicism with small minorities of other religions. Most of the inhabitants are of mixed African and French descent. Its economy is based mainly on fishing, farming, handicraft and a developing tourism sector.
Tramar Dillard (born December 16, 1979) better known by his stage name Flo Rida (pronounced /floʊ ˈraɪdə/), is an American rapper. He released his debut album, Mail on Sunday, in March 2008. His debut single "Low", featuring T-Pain, was a No. 1 hit for ten weeks in United States in early 2008. Two other singles resulted from Mail on Sunday: "Elevator" and "In the Ayer". In 2009, his second album R.O.O.T.S. was released; its most successful single "Right Round" was at the top of the Hot 100 for six weeks. Since then, he has released his third studio album titled Only One Flo (Part 1), which will see a sequel titled Wild Ones.
Mark Daniel Ronson (born 4 September 1975) is an English DJ, musician, music producer, artist and co-founder of Allido Records. He currently works with his band under the music alias of Mark Ronson & The Business Intl.
While his debut album Here Comes the Fuzz failed to make an impact on the charts, his second album, Version included three top ten hits and won Ronson a Brit Award for Best British Male Artist in 2008. His third studio album, Record Collection, was released on 27 September 2010.
Ronson was born at the Wellington Hospital, St John's Wood, to writer/socialite Ann Dexter-Jones and one-time band manager and real estate entrepreneur Laurence Ronson. His parents are of Ashkenazi Jewish descent, with ancestors from Austria, Russia, and Lithuania, and Ronson was brought up in Conservative Judaism. Ronson's family name was originally Aaronson, but his grandfather Henry Ronson changed it to Ronson. Ronson is the nephew of property tycoon Gerald Ronson. Ronson is related to British Conservative politicians Sir Malcolm Rifkind and Leon Brittan, as well as Odeon Cinemas founder Oscar Deutsch. Ronson has twin sisters who are two years younger than him, Charlotte Ronson, a fashion designer, and Samantha Ronson, a singer and DJ. Ronson also has five younger half-siblings. Alexander and Annabelle, through his mother's remarriage to Mick Jones as well as Henrietta, David and Joshua, through his father's remarriage to model Michele First. After his parents broke up, his mother married Foreigner guitarist Mick Jones, which contributed to a childhood surrounded by music.
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In São Paulo, the scheme of the corrupt DA Júlia and her mate, the lawyer Henrique with the gangster Maicom is discovered and sent to the Internal Affairs. Maicom is responsible for kidnappings, murderers and heists and his only chance is the support of the corrupt and powerful assemblyman Jader Kerteis that demands 2 million-dollars to help him. Meanwhile the "paulistano" Edgar, who killed a mother and her son two years ago in a car accident, invites the "motoboy" and thief Velinha to steal the escorted courier that is carrying the pouch with the money to be delivered to Jader. How their lives are entwined?
Walter: [subtitled version] Death gives a reason to our lives. More important then that, death creates a special value for time. If our time on earth was undetermined, life on its own wouldn't make any sense and probably we would still be living without clothes and with a spear on hand. Death is the most powerful agent in nature, it comes to take away the old and make space for the new. Our effort to avoid it and make our short stay here something slightly memorable is what motivates us. Life only exists because of death.
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In 1997, before the visit of the pope to Rio de Janeiro, Captain Nascimento from BOPE (Special Police Operation Battalion) is assigned to eliminate the risks of the drug dealers in a dangerous slum nearby where the pope intends to be lodged. Captain Nascimento is trying to find a man to replace him because his wife is pregnant and he intends to quit the command and become a trainer of the new recruits. Meanwhile, the two idealistic friends Neto and Matias join the Military Police force expecting to become honest policemen and fight the criminals. However, they see only corruption, lack of competence and stupid bureaucracy in the Military Police, and after a serious incident in the Morro da Babilônia, they decide to join the BOPE. The lives of Capitain Nascimento, Neto and Matias are entwined along the next months, first in the tough training period and then in action against drug dealers. Nascimento believes that Neto could be his substitute, but his impulsive attitudes jeopardizes his choice. Later, the intelligent Matias seems to be the correct choice, but he needs to prove that he has heart.
Keywords: 1990s, beret, brazil, brazilian-music, drug-traffic, elite-team, execution-by-fire, face-slap, favela, firearm
On the streets of Rio only the elite survive.
Capitão Nascimento: [shouting, rubbing the student's face in the blood-soaked body of a dead drug dealer] Put your face here. Put your face here. You see this, you see this hole right here? Who killed this guy here? WHO KILLED THIS GUY HERE?::Student: [stuttering in fear] I didn't see it...::Capitão Nascimento: You didn't see OF COURSE YOU SAW IT. SAY IT! SAY IT! [he starts slapping the student in the face] SAY IT! Who killed this guy here? WHO DID IT?::Student: [crying] I-it was one of you...::Capitão Nascimento: [shouting] THE FUCK "One of you"! THE FUCK "One of you"! [slaps the student again] YOU killed this guy here. [slaps him again] You faggot. It's you who help fund this shit [slaps him again] . You fucking pothead! You shit! All of this shit happens because of you.::Capitão Nascimento: [releasing and kicking the student] We come up here to clean this mess you make, you faggot!
Capitão Nascimento: 23, you're not wearing your strap?::Trainee officer: N-no sir...::Capitão Nascimento: We're this far into training and you forget to put your strap on. You mean your partner falls wounded, what you gonna do, throw your rifle on the ground?::Trainee officer: No sir...::Capitão Nascimento: [shouting] Gonna shove it up your ass?::Trainee officer: No sir...::Capitão Nascimento: So put the fucking strap!
Police oficer: [a popular saying about BOPE] "Dagger to the skull and nothing to the wallet."
Capitão Nascimento: Mr. 02, you'll never make it through this course, you know why? It's not because you are fucking weak and have no fiber. It's because you're a crooked cop, Mr. 02, and to wear this badge [taps the skull badge] you gotta have character. You don't belong here, Mr. 02, you belong with the hookers and the pimps, Mr. 02. You belong with the abortion clinics. Crooked cops don't join BOPE, Mr. 02.
Baiano: [Baiano is surrounded by the BOPE soldiers, having a handgun pointed to his face]... N-not in the face, boss.::Capitão Nascimento: Say what?::Baiano: Don't shoot my f-face, you'll ruin my funeral...::Capitão Nascimento: [Capitão Nascimento puts the handgun away] Soldier 07, hand me the 12-gauge.::Baiano: Please no, boss...::Capitão Nascimento: [Handing the 12-gauge shotgun to soldier Mathias] Do him, he's yours.
Coronel Otávio: Trainee, you're gonna do this report again. Look at this: "Body was found at the beach". Deaths at the beach, my son, are tallied as "drownings".::André Matias: But Commandant, the body had a bullet perforation.::Coronel Otávio: [shouting] And are you a coroner now?
14: [looking through his sniper rifle] 01, I think I can kill two rabbits with one strike here...::Capitão Nascimento: That's 100%, 14?::14: "Skull" my captain.::Capitão Nascimento: Pedal to the metal.::14: [shoots]
Capitão Nascimento: [to Neto] Take off this black uniform because you don't deserve it! Take it off! [slaps him] You're not a "skull", you're a kid!
Capitão Nascimento: [at time of the lunch at the BOPE's Boot camp] Sheriff, how many minutes does your team need to eat?::Neto: Sir, maybe 10 minutes, Sir. [the senior instructors laugh]::Capitão Nascimento: 10 Minutes, Sheriff? SHERIFF, YOU ARE A BUFFOON, SHERIFF! Your team will eat in 10 seconds, Sheriff... [the senior instructors bring a cauldron full of slop, then, they drop the food on the ground]... And in 10 seconds I want this ground CLEAN, Sheriff.
Trainee officer: [during an information training session] Hey, Coordinator!::Capitão Nascimento: Yes, my sir?::Trainee officer: Soldier 05 is sleeping.::Capitão Nascimento: Hey Soldier 05! [hands 05 a grenade, 05 takes the grendade]::André Matias: Yes, sir?::Capitão Nascimento: Please take this. [removes the pin] Hey 05, if you drop this granade you will make the whole place explode. You will blow up ALL of your colleagues, you will blow up all of my auxiliaries, and YOU will make myself explode. Will the sir fall asleep again?::André Matias: No sir!::Capitão Nascimento: [after 05 stares down the grenade] We are all trusting you, sir.
Atreva-se a ver cinema portugues. Atreva-se a ver uma historia ousada de intrigas politicas e amores ardentes.
A accao que domina as paixoes politicas e amorosas. O fogo que anima ou destroi a vida. A intensidade de uma historia amorosa na obra impar do escritor Jorge de Sena.
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Mister Roberts is aboard a US cargo ship, working in the Pacific during the Second World War. He'd do anything to leave the quiet of the ship to join in the "action". Trouble is, the captain of the ship, is a bit of a tyrant, and isn't willing to sign Roberts' transfer requests. Also on board is Ensign Pulver, who avoids work as best he can, whilst living off the riches of his buying and selling. Roberts and the crew are in constant battle, even over the smallest of disagreements.
Keywords: 1940s, ambition, based-on-novel, based-on-play, boredom, cargo-ship, character-name-in-title, doctor, drunkenness, eavesdropping
All the Uproarious Fun of the Smash Broadway Play!
Now . . . Hilariously on the Screen !
The Six-Year Stage Smash on the Screen!
Doug Roberts: I looked down from our bridge and saw our captain's palm tree! Our trophy for superior achievement! The Admiral John J. Finchley award for delivering more toothpaste and toilet paper than any other Navy cargo ship in the safe area of the Pacific.
[last lines]::Ensign Pulver: Captain, it is I, Ensign Pulver, and I just threw your stinkin' palm tree overboard! Now what's all this crud about no movie tonight?
Doug Roberts: We've got nothing to do with the war. Maybe that's why we're on this ship, cause we're not good enough to fight. Cause our glands don't secrete enough adrenaline, or our great-great- grandmothers were afraid of the dark or something.::Lt. 'Doc': What is it you want to be, Doug, a hero?::Doug Roberts: Hero? Doc, you haven't heard a word I've said. Look, Doc, the war's way out there, and I'm here. Well, I don't want to be here, I wanna be out there. I'm sick and tired of being a lousy spectator.
Reber: Say, Doc, when I woke up this morning, I had...::Lt. 'Doc': And remembered you were working cargo. Continue.::Reber: [holds his side] Honest, Doc, I couldn't even straighten up! I guess it's the old appendix again, huh, Doc?::Lt. 'Doc': That appendix of yours certainly gets around, Reber. Now it's on the wrong side. Two aspirin, marked for duty. Next.::Reber: Aspirin? For a floatin' appendix, Doc?::Lt. 'Doc': Yes, it's the latest thing. I'll have one with you.
Lt. 'Doc': That's mostly what makes physical heroism. Opportunity. It's a reflex. I think that seventy-five out of a hundred young males have that reflex. You take any one of them. Say even Frank Thurlowe Pulver, here. Put him into a B-29 over Japan, and you know what you'd have?::Doug Roberts: No I don't, Doctor.::Lt. 'Doc': You'd have Pulver, the Congressional Medal of Honor winner. Pulver, who single-handed shot down twenty-three attacking Zeros. Pulver who, with his bare hands, held together the severed wing struts of his plane, and with his bare feet successfully landed his mortally wounded plane on his home field. Reflex. It's like the knee jerk. Strike the patella tendon in any human being, you produce the knee jerk. Look.::[Doc hits Pulver in the knee and nothing happens]::Ensign Pulver: What's the matter, Doc?::Lt. 'Doc': Nothing, but stay out of B-29s, Frank, my boy.
Doug Roberts: Captain, you told me...::Capt. Morton: Never mind what I told you. I'M TELLING YOU!
Doug Roberts: Doc, he lies in his sack all day long, bores me silly with great, moronic plots against the captain. He's never carried out one of them.::Ensign Pulver: I haven't, huh?::Doug Roberts: No, Frank, you haven't. What ever happened to those marbles you were gonna put in the captain's overhead so they'd roll around all night and keep him awake?::Ensign Pulver: Now you've gone too far. Now you've asked for it. [Pulls out a box] What does that look like? Five marbles. Got another one in my pocket. Six marbles. I'm looking for marbles all day long!
Doug Roberts: Doc, that new hospital hasn't got nurses, has it?::Lt. 'Doc': It didn't have yesterday.::Ensign Pulver: It has today.::Lt. 'Doc': And how did you find out they were there?::Ensign Pulver: It just came to me all of a sudden. I was lying on my bunk this morning, thinking. And there wasn't a breath of air. And all of a sudden, a funny thing happened. A little breeze came up, and I took a big, deep breath, and I said to myself "Pulver, boy, there's women on that island!"
Doug Roberts: Frank, I like you. There's no getting around the fact that you're a real likable guy.::Ensign Pulver: Yeah? Yeah!::Doug Roberts: But...::Ensign Pulver: But what?::Doug Roberts: Well, I also think you're the most hapless, lazy, disorganized, and in general most lecherous person I've ever known in my life.::Ensign Pulver: I am not!::Doug Roberts: You're not what?::Ensign Pulver: I am not disorganized!
Doug Roberts: You pretend you want me to improve your mind. You've never finished one book I've given you to read.::Ensign Pulver: I've finished "God's Little Acre," Doug boy!::Doug Roberts: I didn't give you that. He's been reading "God's Little Acre" for over a year now. He's underlined every erotic passage and added exclamation points. And after a certain pornographic climax, he's inserted the words "well written."