01x03 - Palavras Têm Poder

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- Previously…
- You'll love this new pastor.

420,000? That's absurd!

I'd like to keep hearing
Maria Clara's point of view.

I want to hear it too.

No, Reinaldo, you don't.
You just want to talk.

Pastor, I have an offer for you.

70,000 for four more sermons.

I'm even more convinced that
you need to write down your visions.

If not for my tragedies,
I wouldn't be here today.

You swore to God and lied to me.

It's my mission, Pastor.

The truth is I tried to k*ll my wife.

No!

BIBLE

Be a f*cking man.

Just take the money and get out.

Let's get this sh*t over with.

Convenience Store

Leave the engine running.

Hey, man! This is a f*cking stickup.

DAMNED SAINT

Dad?

Dad?

Dad, I need to talk to you.
Can you open the door?

Can you wait a minute?

Dad, open the door.

Honey, I'm in the bathroom.

Dad!

-I'm almost done!
-Hurry up.

- Blood, Dad.
- Huh?

CHAPTER 3 - WORDS HAVE POWER

Stop, Dad!

You're making a face
like I stabbed someone.

Sorry, honey. It's just--

You thought
I hadn't started my period yet?

No, no. I knew. Of course I knew.

It's because Mom buys pads for me
and I thought I had some, okay?

Uh-huh.

Did you know that menstrual blood has been
considered both sacred and cursed?

Hmm.

In ancient Greece, women offered
their blood to fertilize the soil.

-Mm-hmm.
-And in the Middle Ages,

menstruating women
were considered evil spirits.

Wow, Dad! I feel wonderful now.

Dad, please tell me what's going on.

What's that on your neck?

Oh, honey, I think I--

I must have touched the sheet.

-Ah.
-Honey, it's-- it's all right. It's--

I'm not very good at these things.

But you used to be, you know?

"And she learned to not lie idle,
for those who lie idle are lost."

Maria Clara, I love it.

Look, your visions they inspire you!

Doctor, tell me the truth.
I've never written fiction before.

And now you can't stop.

-I don't know.
-Aren't those who lie idle lost?

Ah.

Oh, I'm so glad to be going home.

Yeah.

And Reinaldo? Have you shown him?

Not yet.

Are you scared?

May God receive their souls.

Hey, look how crazy this is.

Sweet Mary.

Isn't that your dad's church?

My dad doesn't have a church.

- My bad.
- Check it out. She's She's blown away.

It's too much, man.

But can anyone tell me where He is?

Paulo shouldn't have done this.

Right, so you didn't know?

-I've told you about free will.
-This is an ad for your church.

No, it's a shoddy video
made by a deeply disturbed person

watched by half a dozen people
who were in need of some hope.

-Nine.
-What?

It has nine views already.

I am certain that Our Lord

put Paulo in that hospital
to fulfill a mission.

What mission? To put a b*llet in his head?
The guy k*lled himself in front of me.

Both were valuable vessels.

I'm certain that God will forgive Paulo
for taking his own life.

Eternal rest and salvation.

Isn't that what people come here for?

And if eternal life doesn't exist?
What then?

Then there's no hope for the poor.

Have you thought about my proposal?

If just one sermon led to all this,
you think I'd give four more?

No more Paulo situations. Promise.

If my family were to find out,
it would be their biggest shame.

This church is insignificant.

And this money will help your family.

You earned it by doing righteous work.

-Where else are you going to get 70,000?
-Where are you gonna get it?

I am certain that your presence here
will bring great prosperity to the church.

Look.

Here's an example of how
your presence here is so important to us.

Your words give me hope - Sônia

Bringing peace to others…

will bring you peace.

- Ah, Gabi! Your mom's here!
- Mind the step, the step.

-Mrs. Eleonora!
-Hi.

You look so beautiful. How wonderful.

Nice and slow.

-It's so good to be home.
-Easy.

- Sorry.
- Mom?

- Mom!
- Easy, Gabi.

-Sweetie.
-I missed you, Mom.

It's so good to see you.

-Are you okay?
-Yeah, are you?

Yeah.

Come here. Take a seat here.

Reinaldo, I'm anxious to show you
something I wrote.

-You wrote?
-Well, I recorded it.

-The computer wrote it for me.
-How cool, Mom.

Relax, honey, I don't know what
it's gonna be yet. It could be a novel.

-Reinaldo, grab my computer, please?
-Don't worry, I'll get it.

Reinaldo?

He's in the other room, Mom.

Mom,

can you stay for a few more days?

Just until
I finish some research I'm working on.

-About what?
-Huh?

You said you're doing research.

What would you want to shout
if you knew no one was listening?

I'm referring to those things
we can't even admit to ourselves.

Relax, don't worry,
I'm not going to expose anyone's secrets.

Everyone, please.
I already said, no cell phones in church.

We will not allow the enemy
to pull our attention from the Word.

- Amen?
- Amen.

What do you really want to ask?

I know there's that little voice
in your head that keeps saying,

"I'm undeserving, I'm undeserving."

How about replacing this voice
with a calmer, more assertive voice?

That responds,
"Shut up! Of course I'm deserving!"

Preach, Pastor!

If we think that our existence
isn't for us to enjoy,

if we think we don't deserve
a fairer life, a better world,

then we're just waiting to die.

Don't wait! We are allowed to want more!

I wanted to remarry.

Great! But wanting is an act of courage.

It comes from within.
It won't fall from the sky.

Amen!

The pastor is right.

Just saying it aloud,
I feel lighter already, you know?

- Hallelujah.
- Praise God!

Sorry, Pastor.

I didn't want to speak with you
in the middle of the sermon.

Relax.

You're Sônia, right?

Yeah.

Go ahead. And you don't need to apologize.

Ah.

It's just that it's hard…
…to say.

Is what you have to tell me
hiding behind those sunglasses

and long sleeves?

-You can say it.
-Sorry.

-Sorry!
-Sônia?

No, Mom, seriously.

You should've seen Dad's face.

It was like he saw Jesus or something.

And Jesus was saying…

…"God exists, Reinaldo."

I know that look.

Can you believe he fainted
the day you were born?

Dude, I actually can.

But, I don't know,
it must have been shitty too, huh?

I was trouble from the get-go.

Dad lost his job
because you two were together.

No, honey, you were our greatest joy.

Mmm.

But, Mom, don't you think
Dad is acting kind of weird?

I don't think it's easy for anyone
to accept this situation.

Yeah!

It's true.

But--

There. That's good.

And you? How are you feeling?

Ah, honey,

I'm finding that sometimes,
in order for us to find ourselves,

we need to get lost first.

Hmm.

- How do I look?
- Gorgeous!

Thank you, honey.

Winston Churchill once said,

"Life's greatest lesson is that
even fools are right sometimes."

In my classes,

you will learn
what this school wants you to learn,

but you're also going to learn
what life has to teach you.

Churchill was an audacious English pirate
from the 16th Century who,

with the help of Princess Diana,

plundered gold and silver
from the Spanish galleons off the Pacific.

Aboard his famous ship…
…The Golden Hind…

…Churchill
fired cannonballs at the Berlin wall,

thus marking
the end of communism in Europe.

Maybe you'll pass your entrance exams,
but do you know what you lack?

Agency!

The last time we met,
we talked about wanting.

Today, we're going to talk about action.
Taking action!

It's not fate, not your boss,

not your parents,
not your wife, your husband.

It's you. You have to take the reins
and steer your life.

Take agency.

Right now, you are all like this bird.

- He knows the path to freedom.
- Praise God! Hallelujah!

Thank you, Lord! Hallelujah!

Amen! Praise the Lord!

Hallelujah!

This bird didn't need to die
to find its way to the Heavens!

Praise God, Pastor!

- Hallelujah!
- He knows to walk in the light!

Amen! Hallelujah!

- I said Amen!
- Amen!

Air. Air.

Is the register full?

Air!

Air. Air!

-Something's wrong with him.
-Go, man. Don't stop, damn it.

Air? Do you have an inhaler? Where?

- Where?
- Inhaler.

Where's the inhaler?

Hey! One of us isn't leaving here alive,
hear me?

Forgive me, Brother!

Many of you know that this is Sinval,

my blood brother…

who left the church,

and who,
as in the parable of the prodigal son,

has returned, asking for forgiveness.

Of all of the teachings of Jesus,

those contained in this parable

might be

the most difficult.

I forgive you, Brother.

- Praise!
- I forgive you.

I forgive you.

Your blessing, Pastor.

Let us keep praying, Brothers and Sisters.

HOLY BIBLE

Oh, Sister Sônia forgot these.

Poor lady. She comes to church,
and her husband goes to the bar.

What kind of cheap theater was that?

These people wouldn't have
that kind of money.

He doubts what he can see
with his own eyes, Jesus!

We agreed there would be
no more crazy worshippers.

He showed up out of nowhere.

Miracles are rare.

But when one happens, many more follow.

Wow, how emotional. What intense feelings.

Sinval is my brother…

but you are my pastor.

Do you Believe in Miracles?
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Sacred Heart Hospital

See bill

Dad?

Dad, are you okay in there?

Dad?

Hi, Gabi.

Grandma asked me to get you.
Lunch is ready.

-Ah! I'm starving.
-Mm-hmm.

The beef parmesan you loved as a child.

I loved it? I don't even remember.
In fact, I don't even recall my childhood.

-Oh my God! How dramatic!
-I'm kidding, Mom.

I love your beef parmesan.

It's the best ever.

Are you going to eat in sunglasses?

Why not? Daddy was kind enough
to buy them for me.

Daddy bought them for you?
What's this, Reinaldo?

You never give gifts for no reason.

-I didn't buy anything.
-Oh, really?

So, if they're not mine, whose are they?
Mom's?

What are you two talking about?

They're a student's.

What are you doing
with a student's sunglasses?

Yeah. Great question.

She left them in the classroom.

She always shows up in sunglasses.
She has a problem.

What kind of problem?

I think her boyfriend is abusing her.

That's why she wears sunglasses.
To hide the bruises.

She's embarrassed.

Dad, maybe this is a cry for help.

She didn't leave these by accident.
You have to do something.

What's wrong, Brother?

Give him back the money, Sinval!
This guy's crazy!

Ah, now we're speaking the same language.

Drop the g*n!

He's going to k*ll you even if I drop it!

I don't want to die!

No, but you're going to.
Unless someone here is immortal.

Don't leave me here!

Don't leave me here, Sinval!
Don't leave me here!

♪ The strength of my gaze
Life brings better days ♪

♪ A new chance every dawn
I am powerful and strong ♪

♪ I am powerful and strong ♪

♪ I can grow, that's a fact
I change what I can't respect ♪

♪ Come with me into the dawn
I am powerful and strong ♪

♪ Powerful and strong ♪

♪ Powerful and strong ♪

Hey, good morning, Pastor!
Want a water, a Coke?

No. Thanks.

Hey, Saint!

I heard you perform miracles, yeah?

sh*t, show me a miracle then!

Are you Sônia's husband?

It's funny, huh?

My wife spends all day
talking about another man under my roof.

You know, I hear some pastors

love giving their little sermons
to other people's wives.

Sônia has bruises on her face.

You think it might be divine punishment?

If anything happens to your wife,
I know who's at fault.

Pastor King!

I'll have a little chat
with my wife today.

Thanks for letting me know

that Sônia's been discussing
our private life.

This sh*t's warm!

Get me a cold one.

How did you get in here?

Aren't the doors to the House of God
always open?

Don't worry, I already fixed the lock.

I shouldn't have done what I did to you.

That was before I was born again.

How do you do it?
How do you get born again?

Sinval, in the name of God, leave.

You forgave me.

That wasn't forgiveness. It was pity.

I didn't want to humiliate you
in front of my congregation.

One day you'll understand.

What a pleasant surprise.

Do you know Hélio, Sônia's husband?
You know him, right?

Yes. We pray for that lost soul every day.

Sônia's husband beats her
and you pray for his soul?

What choice do we have? A police report?
Hélio would get out, he'd be angry.

I don't know,
have you tried a social worker?

-Sônia's never said anything.
-So, you're not gonna do anything.

What we're going to do
is open his heart to Christ.

Hélio is a good man, Pastor.

He's my rock.

It's my fault,
because I can't give him a child.

Sônia, there's no justification
for him doing this to you.

When Hélio drinks,
he hears the Devil's voice,

but if I were a godlier woman,
he would see Jesus Christ in me.

You can't live like this.
It's not fair to you.

I'm the one who's failing
at being an instrument of God.

You need to get out of that house.
Report him to the police.

If Hélio hears I've gone to the police,
he'll k*ll me.

I'll go with you.

And will you be with me all the time?

Pastor, ever since you showed up,
you have been a miracle for us.

I have so much faith in you, Pastor.

I have so much faith in you.

I come bearing the Word of God.

And God lets you beat up drunks, Pastor?

Better than women.

Do you know what will happen to you
if you beat your wife again?

She'll ask for more?

You'll feel a sharp pain right here,

like Jesus Christ did
when he was nailed to the cross.

Have you ever imagined his suffering? Huh?

First, the tendons in his wrists
tore apart slowly.

Next, his shoulders couldn't take it
and dislocated.

Then, his ribs cracked.

Do you know why He suffered like this?
So that no one would ever suffer like Him!

No bruises, no punches,
not even a scratch.

-Understood?
-Uh-huh.

The Word of God is powerful

and will bring you the worst misfortune
that you can imagine for your entire life!

It's a never-ending dream

of a reality created by Adam's insecurity.

- Period.
- Is that me?

It's fiction.
They're characters in my novel.

You're writing a novel and I didn't know?

-I tried to tell you.
-Do you really think I'm oppressive?

No. The world doesn't revolve around you.
Nor does my life.

That's what your novel says.

My novel is about a woman
who closed her eyes

and came face to face with herself.

We've always had an agreement.

You read what I write,
I read what you write.

And in the end,
you always get what you want.

-Reinaldo? Reinaldo.
-Lots of people care what I think.

Reinaldo, wait.

Is it always like this?

Nothing's the same in this house anymore.

No Caller ID

Pastor King,
you've performed another miracle.

Hélio-- He's changed, Pastor.

He believes that God resurrected
your wife, Pastor! Praise the Lord!

We're going to the next
Prophets of Faith sermon together--

Who is this?

Who is it, Grandma?

-Wrong number.
-Ah.

Maybe people really can change.

But for us, change is not as natural
as a butterfly's metamorphosis.

People only change when they suffer.

The words written in books are one thing,

while the words people say to us
are another.

Some words comfort us, others harm us.

The same words that forgive
are the ones that judge.

Words save and destroy. That's life.

Stay there!

Take that off, you son of a b*tch!

Come here! Now, you piece of sh*t.

You're gonna get the money
and bring it back here.

Life has no rehearsals.
No do-overs.

It doesn't explain itself.
Life is intense, full of surprises.

So, what else is there to do
but embrace the mystery?

Life is a miracle.