Valter goes to night school. Iara, his wife, says that the new tenants don't work, that they're probably criminals. Nobody knows where they're from, Iara tells him that they bring women home and cuss all the time. The young guys on the street want to fight it out with them, Valter wants to get some sleep. He doesn't have a gun, he's got a young daughter and son, is at work the whole day, doesn't see what is going on in the neighborhood, hears what his wife tells him, hears the loud music and laughter next door, in the early morning. And can't get any sleep. Who's going to die? Valter doesn't have a clue.