01x07 - Episode 7

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You shouldn't have
crashed the wedding, Beja.

I know, Father.

But when my blood boils, I...

just lose control of myself.

Forgive me.

The pious women
won't forgive you, my child.

They will not grant you a minute's rest.

I can imagine.

Have you considered
how you will deal with that?

I've loaded the chests on the carriage.
Everything's ready.

Are you certain of this?

When I was a kid,
this house felt enormous.

Now I'm the one
who no longer fits in it.

Isn't it always like that
when it comes to childhood memories?

I had so many plans
for when I left here.

Married, happy,

with the man I loved.

Completely different
from what's happening now.

But I'm glad I have you,

in this new life.

Whoa! Hey!

What is this?

You've come to invite me to a picnic!

We've come to confirm
whether it's really true.

What?

My ring! Extremely valuable. Look!

We wanted to confirm
the harlot was leaving.

We've even brought goodbye gifts!

Isn't that so, girls?

Severina.

-Harlot!
-You shameless girl!

-You wh*re!
-You shameless sl*t!

-You sl*t!
-Cabman!

-Leave!
-Go away, you b*tch!

-That's right! Get out of here!
-Go away!

Nobody wants you here!

You'll reap what you sow.

Colonel Botelho!

Did you give up on Vila Rica
or were you expelled from court?

Good afternoon, Col. Felizardo.
How are you?

Better now!

My nephew stole the thunder
from your candidate in Desemboque.

-Imagine this...
-Have you noticed, sir?

That the late Calmon's mansion
has all its windows opened?

I have the right to know.

I was saving money for years!

Who did the church sell
the mansion to, Father?

Father, I gave you
three proposals. Three!

You refused them all.

I can't believe someone made
a greater offer than mine.

Someone has offered
to fix our church bell

and doubled your last offer,

Colonel.

Is that so?

And who is that someone?

-I didn't expect that!
-Look!

-What a sin!
-Good Lord!

I can't believe this.

-You didn't have the gall.
-It has been sold.

Have a good day, gentlemen.

MADAM BEJA

Your guests have arrived.

How wonderful!

The most distinguished people of Araxá!

My, Honorato! I've only seen
such a reverence at court!

Before a queen...

one must show respect.

-Don't touch that!
-You can touch anything!

Be careful
not to break anything, Dorotéia.

We don't have the money to pay.

Why did you call us here, Beja?
To show off your wealth?

-Show that you're on top?
-No!

No, quite the opposite.

Didn't you say that we are one
and the same to those of Araxá?

Well?

Let's have fun together!

I am not here for fun.

Or for dinner. I'm here for the fight.

Your battle leans against mine.

As long as the both of us
have our conquests,

I'll be beside you.

Agreed.

Sweetheart, I was so worried about you!

If you mean Antônio's wedding,
I feel great after crashing it!

Congratulations on the house!

-Great taste!
-Thank you.

Beja!

One more guest is here!

João!

I'm not usually late, but this time,
I'm running late for several years.

I didn't think you'd remember me.

We have so much to talk about!

Please!

Dinner is served!

Please.

I hope you enjoy the dish!

Tomato and egg stew!

Coming to such a fine mansion,

I thought I was going to eat
rich people food!

No, Dorotéia. The richness
of the dish is in its significance.

It's a delicious combination
of tomatoes and eggs.

Yes, indeed...

Poor people food!

What the fancy ladies discard,
we turn into a treat!

Very good, Beja!

-A toast!
-A toast.

A toast to the elite of the village!

May they be as happy as we are someday!

The hated and the ignored.

The scum of Araxá!

-Cheers!
-Cheers!

-Cheers!
-Cheers!

Good soup.

It's the rosemary.

The election gets closer every day.

Time only goes forward.

I smelled rain earlier this afternoon.

Me too.

But not a drop of rain.

Yes.

Which is good,

because I just hung out the laundry.

A toast?

-To our reunion.
-And to your courage.

Coming back here,
where no one accepts you.

But they will!

I want to know of your mother's lawsuit.

It won't be easy to prove
that she is the painter.

How can a dead man still be
more powerful than a living woman?

Angélica.

Angélica.

Beja...

Now that it's just the two of us here...

Tell me,

how are you?

Tired.

But happy.

-Did you like the party?
-I meant about Antônio.

Antônio doesn't believe
that the Magistrate took me by force.

-So, that's all dead and buried.
-I didn't go to the wedding.

-My mother was sad about the lawsuit.
-You missed nothing.

It is far below me

to accept a message
sent by a random boy.

I want to hear it from your mouth.

My God.

What is that woman doing here?

Say it to my face
that you don't love me.

Son.

Get out of here, Beja.

Say it!

Say you don't want me.

That you feel nothing when you kiss me.

-My God.
-What did she say?

Once and for all,

get out of my life.

-Why don't you go back to Paracatu?
-Coward.

The day you find out

that everything I did in Paracatu,

I was forced to do...

you will regret it.

You'll regret what you're doing to me.

-What you're doing to yourself!
-You disgust me.

Then why did you lay
with me in the river?

-What did she say?
-My word...

To use you.

If everyone can, I can too.

Don't try your strength with mine.

I am a man, you are a woman.

If I strike back, I'll hurt you.

You've already hurt me.

You will regret this, Antônio.

I'm ready to marry you.

If anyone here has the gall to speak
a word about what happened in here,

they will eat lead.

Father, get on with it.

There's a job as a deputy awaiting him.

Are you sure you won't regret this?

Throwing away the engagement ring
that Antônio gave you?

I should have done it long ago.

If you aren't careful,
your past becomes your chains, João.

Thank you for coming.

Finally!

I hate being away from home!

It's what any decent family does, Paulo.

To make the recently married
feel at home.

What about you, honey?

Why the long face?

I know.

I bet you're hungry.

I'll tell the maid to make something.

Antônio, help me with the baggage.

So many days at your uncle's farmhouse,
that man really drains your soul!

My God!

So?

How was everything with Antônio?

Come on, tell me!

Speak!

Angélica?

Soften it properly, Antônio.

The earth must breathe,
and the water must flow in.

Let me do that for you,
my friend will be a deputy now!

I like working the dirt.

Is it just me or you're grumpy?

You're delirious, Valdo.

All the traveling you'll do
for the election...

you'll pass by Paracatu.

And Vila Rica, and Desemboque.

But Paracatu,
after all that happened there,

can be a bad place to open old wounds.

I'm not opening any old wounds.

What happened is dead and buried.

And did you forget Beja?

I'm a married man now.

-I just want peace with my wife.
-Right.

Let me look after the cattle,
that calf eats a ton.

If we don't look after him, he'll die.
Excuse me.

Grandma Lueji.

My Toinho.

Don't let anyone or anything
keep you away from your mission.

You will never give up.

I will honor your legacy.

Say it again.

I will honor your legacy.

Is that really what you want to do?

The foreman said
the man is still in Araxá.

I can't waste any time.

You'll get in trouble with all of Araxá.

Araxá got in trouble with me first.

I'll go to the bitter end.

I hardly believed it
when Eliseu told me who awaited me.

Good morning, Col. Botelho.

Congratulations on the mansion.

I tried to buy it a few times,
but the Father never gave in.

A great acquisition.

I want to make another.

-You want my guidance?
-No.

I have a proposal,
I want to buy the estate.

It is not for sale.

Everything is for sale!

Just tell me the price.

I'll pay it.

Will you really?

Whatever you ask.

An entire night with you.

One night.

If I accept, what guarantee do I have
that you'll keep your word?

The estate is yours.

Now you need only do your part.

I'll pay you at night.

Guaranteed.

I looked all over for you, Angélica.

I don't understand you, Angélica.

Didn't you want to marry Antônio?

But now that you finally did,
you don't seem happy at all.

You seem frightened.

Good grief, Angélica!

I'm talking to you!

Stop that, leave those sheets be!

What is it?

-It happened.
-What happened?

The first night.

Did Antônio hurt you?

Antônio...

You...

Do you want to lay?

I want to help myself.

Did it hurt?

I love you, Antônio.

Do what you must do.

-Why did you never tell me?
-Tell you what, girl?

What happens when a man
helps himself to his wife.

Ah.

Because there is nothing to tell.

Every wife must do her duty. That's all.

-Angélica had the right to know.
-Angélica should be very thankful.

She married a man she knows and loves.

And not a stranger.

I'm sorry.

I...

I'm a little indisposed tonight.

What's wrong?

It's my menses.

Excuse me.

I enjoyed that.

I can imagine.

I mean the painting. It's lovely.

Yes.

Consider it a gift.

I have another two in Vila Rica.

From the same painter.

I like how he portrays light,
in his style.

Every artist leaves their trademark, no?

Thank you, but it doesn't fit
what I have in mind.

May I know what you have in mind?

It's a secret.

When will I have
another night like this?

When you have a new estate...

to sell me.

If...

I want to buy it.

You can keep the painting.

There's only space for the future
in my new estate.

May the past stay in the past.

You seem so sad lately.

I don't like seeing you like this.

I'm sorry.

Sorry if I caused
the wrong the impression.

I...

I couldn't be happier, Antônio.

I just want
a peaceful marriage, Angélica.

-I want peace, by your side.
-So it will be.

My husband.

To win these elections,
I need you to be strong

by my side.

I'll always be beside you.
I am your wife, Antônio.

I will always support you in everything.

I hope to return with good news.

Antônio's place is secured,
my brother-in-law.

I worked the colonels.

You don't celebrate
before the counting of votes, Felizardo.

I promise to bring you a gift
from Vila Rica.

The best gift is your return.

Let's go.

Have a nice trip, Paulo.

-Have a nice trip, daddy.
-Take care, my daughters.

Safe travels, son.

Thank you.

Safe travels, brother.

Does the defendant wish to speak?

Your Honor, I would like to add...

that my late husband signed
the prenuptial agreement

because he wanted me to keep the house,

as well as the money from the sale
of the paintings.

Damião was a very fair man.

Mrs. Josefa, this is a contradiction.

Why would you keep the money
from the sale of the paintings,

if they were his works?

Because it was me who painted
all of Damião Junqueira's works.

-What?
-Did she just say that?

Silence, please!

-Silence!
-This is a circus.

The defendant behaves
with no respect for the dead.

Why would your late husband agree

to sign paintings
that weren't his works, Mrs. Josefa?

Would you buy a painting
done by a woman?

-By a black woman?
-No!

-Never!
-I'd never do that!

I would never!

No one would buy them, Mr. Costa Pinto.

I did have the consent of my husband.

In fact, it was his idea.

A great admirer of my talent.

My father-in-law knew about this.

He approved of it,
so he never demanded any heritage.

Then you must prove that you are
the true artist of those paintings.

Maybe the defendant wishes us
to visit the graveyard and ask the dead.

That woman should be in a sl*ve hut!

-You watch your tongue!
-Your Honor!

The petitioner is being
disrespectful to my client!

Gentlemen.

We will take a short recess.

Let us calm our tempers.

How's the audience going?

My mother might lose the house.

And also the money from the paintings.

We must find a loophole in the law

to annul the prenuptial agreement.

So Zefa can lose half of everything
she owns by right to Domingos?

We have to prove it wasn't Damião
who painted them.

How do we prove it?

There is a way.

Your Honor, I believe I have the means
to prove that Josefa is the true artist.

Gentlemen, you see before you
an oil on canvas work by the renowned...

Damião Junqueira.

With strong colors,

and strong, undulated brushstrokes,

which reinforce the theme, and draw
more attention than the design.

Gentlemen,

we are going to prove to all of you
gathered in the court

that the allegation of authorship
by Josefa Mendonça...

is valid.

Please.

Gentlemen, I present to you...

a painting by Josefa Mendonça.

But a blank canvas...
I could sign that, too.

Your Honor, can't you see
that this is nothing but nonsense?

Dr. Mendonça, please,

continue your argument.

Mrs. Josefa, approach, please.

Could you paint this canvas
in front of everyone here?

Of course.

Wonderful.

Now, sign it.

As Damião?

As Josefa Mendonça.

Your Honor,

would you kindly approach
and examine the paintings?

Of course.

The brushstrokes...

the colors...

Indeed.

Every artist has their trademark.

Who can say she isn't a plagiarist?

I'd like to draw your attention
to two details...

Do you see this curve, here?
That looks like a 'J'?

Artists use this trick
to hide a signature.

I'd also ask you to pay attention
to the calligraphy of these signatures.

Actually,

they are extremely ladylike.

It is beyond clear,

Josefa Mendonça is the author
of those paintings.

-No!
-This is absurd!

Given the complexity of this case...

I will have to request...

the paintings be examined by experts.

Outside of Araxá.

Until then,

you are all dismissed.

-Are you happy?
-Not yet.

We will win.

A liar will not keep
what belonged to my brother.

Insult my mother
and you'll answer to me, coward.

A toast!

To my deputy nephew!

-Finally!
-My son!

Your support was key, uncle.

I can't wait to go to the capital,
and then to Lisbon.

-Will you take Angélica?
-Maria!

I'll spend my days working, Maria.

It's not fair to take her with me
just to have her sit by herself.

I don't mind.

My son,

the wife is the husband's home.

When you come back from work,

your home will be waiting for you.

Your mother is right, Antônio.

Ceci has always been my pillar.

Just as Angélica will be yours.

My son.

Better a home than a brothel, right?

Well, I mean...

The harlot didn't buy
Botelho's estate for nothing.

She will see you.

Come with me.

You can wait here.

Thank you.

So you're Olivia?

The girl who claimed to know me.

I know of you.

I'm from Paracatu.
I saw you from afar once...

Can you help me?

Please.

Thank you.

You were saying?

You became quite famous where I'm from.

-I heard that...
-What did you hear?

What's so interesting?

That made you want to come work here?

I know that you left Paracatu
to be received at court.

Alone.

Without need of a husband.

Then you wanted
to come to Araxá, and you did.

Without anyone telling you...

what you can or can't do.

So do you really want to work here?

It's all I want.

You are lovely.

You'd go to waste in the convent.

In a brothel,
you'd wither in a few days.

You can stay.

But listen closely.

The only body that'll serve
the gentlemen here is mine.

Of course.

You serve drinks.

And smiles.

Understand?

Great.

These are the jewels I'll wear tonight.

Beja,

they had this sent to you.

Go on, the girls will find you
something to wear in the lobby.

Okay.

Excuse me.

A gift from some colonel
for the estate's debut?

What could it be?

The sheets!

Let me get the sheets.

Forget the sheets.

I want to see your body.

My body?

I can't!

No!

I can't do it.

I can't do it.

I'm sorry.

I don't know.

It's not about you...

It's about me.

It's me.

Relax.

Breathe.

It's me.

-Okay?
-I know.

It's okay.

I love you.

How can someone bear it?
Being married and feeling alone?

In months,
I've helped myself to you, what?

Two or three times?

sh*t.

The wh*re outdid herself.
She made a luxury brothel.

It's not a brothel, Botelhinho.

It's a gentlemen's club.

A fine thing.

Beja doesn't sleep on the job.

That's the last thing
she does on the job.

Dad!

-Col. Botelho. How are you?
-Col. Felizardo, hello.

Botelhinho.

It has changed a lot.

The girls are here to serve drinks.

Not for you to help yourself to them.

We have our host for that.

Is that so?

And you think Beja will handle
all of these men alone?

No. Things are different now, Felizardo.

Beja will lay with only one man a night.

And how does that work?

A raffle?

Do we dispute with g*ns?

Neither of those things.
And you won't have to wait long.

Welcome, everyone!

To the Estate of Jatobá.

A place where everyone can dream,

but only Mrs. Beja makes it come true.