01x21 - Episode 21

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How do you do it, Maria?

Aren't you worried about Antônio?

Antônio is better than all of us here,
resting in the arms of the Lord.

-This again, Maria?
-Good morning.

Where did you go?
I woke up and you weren't here.

It's enough that our son is missing,
now you go out without a word?

Forgive me, Paulo. I can explain.

Alone. Alright?

In the office.

If she didn't tell us to our face,
then it's bad news.

I'll make some tea to calm my nerves.

If I say Antônio transcended,

he did!

Maria!

I need to talk to you, sister.

It's a miracle!

My brother

has transcended, and now,

he was brought back like Jesus Christ!

Maria, I can't go into the light,

not before you answer me.

Answer to you?

Me?

-Why?
-So I can rest in eternal peace.

Dear sister,

I need to know,

why did you t*rture me so much?

You poisoned me.

You burned my feet.

You smothered me to my last breath!

Antônio! That's it?

I'd do it all over again!

How long did you think
you would have resisted?

With Beja nearby, you would falter!

You would definitely falter!

I did it all for you!

I did it for our family,
I did it in the name of God!

You're better off dead,
with a good reputation,

than being a living failure!

So you really tried
to k*ll your brother?

Daddy?

Antônio, I'm sorry.

Forgive me, my son,

I'd never have thought your own sister
would be capable of such cruelty.

You can see his spirit too?

-Maria! Stop! That's enough!
-I understand, father.

It is hard to believe.

Mother. Please.

You're really here?

No, no, no!

No, no, impossible, I...

I'm sure that...

"Blessed are those who have not seen
and yet have believed."

That's what Jesus said to Saint Thomas.

But I know your father.

I know he needed to hear it
from you to believe it.

You've harmed your own brother,
my daughter.

-He is blood of your blood!
-My God, Maria.

I cannot believe what I'm hearing.
How could you?

No! God, no!
Please, have mercy on me!

I have failed! No!

But there's still time.

-What on Earth?
-Maria! Stop it!

-Maria!
-Let him go!

-Hold her! Hold her!
-I'll k*ll you! I will!

-Enough! Stop it!
-I'll k*ll him!

MADAM BEJA

It was hard to tranquilize her.

Yes, but with the sedative we gave her,
she will sleep for some time.

Not enough time for us to understand
what happened to our daughter, Paulo.

Didn't I tell you she'd speak?

We needed only
indulge her hallucinations.

Maria is not well.

No.

If it wasn't for Beja, I would be dead.

-Beja?
-I was going to explain,

-but then Maria saw him and yelled.
-I knew it.

That woman, again!

It's always her!

She's always trying
to take Antônio from us!

I almost died,

-and you're upset that she saved me?
-I'm upset because I'm also dying.

A little, every day.

And you're the one k*lling me!

My God...

What is happening to my family?

A m*rder*r.

-My own daughter.
-Father.

Paulo, don't cry in front of your son.

I failed them, Ceci.

I failed all of them.

My God,

I was unjust even with Beja!

Don't be blind, Paulo!

Beja is to blame for all our pain!

Maria.

My baby girl, I've failed you!

-I've failed!
-You didn't fail, father.

Maria separated from reality.

Maria needs help.

So,

what do we do? Do we call Fortunato?

-We need a doctor from the capital.
-No doctor could heal what ails her.

We will need a stronger force.

No, daddy! I don't want to go!

-My God, isn't there another way?
-Please, daddy! No!

I don't want to go!

I wish there were, but your sister
is totally out of her mind.

She's dangerous, Angélica.

She will be alright.

Mother, don't abandon me!

Dear Mother of God,
I can't bear to see this!

Please don't do this to me, ma'am!

Let me go!

Mom! Dad! Please!

The nuns will know how to help her.

We didn't.

Daddy!

Please, don't abandon me, daddy!

Antônio!

Why did you ask to come here?

What do you want now?

To say I tried to k*ll you?

-I just...
-You lied to your family!

-You said I kidnapped you!
-I didn't lie.

You did kidnap me.

You were in risk of death, Antônio!

So were you.

Can't you see?

When my mother came here, I thought:

"If she found me,
then Maria could find Beja, too."

Do you think she could do
something against me?

She is not sane, Beja.

She is lost.

She is alienated.

I never thought I'd see my own sister
talk like that, like a lunatic!

-She needs help, Antônio.
-I've noticed.

I needed to go alone, with my mother.

My parents needed to see her state
with their own eyes.

-Only then would they believe me.
-I know, I tried to say it!

I went there and tried to warn them
she was up to something,

they sent me away!

Now do you see?

I lied to protect you.

And to protect our son.

You said "our son."

I should never have doubted you.

Never.

If you forgive me...

If you forgive me, I want to,

I will,

be with you for the rest of my life.

This is my place.

I feel at home beside you.

I do too.

I just wanted to ask you
for a bit more patience.

The entire backland of Minas Gerais
knows who Madam Beja is.

I need the colonels' favor
if I want to be elected.

But when you come
live with me in the mansion,

didn't they continue to support you?

Some of them.

I didn't tell you, but many of them
were unsure about me,

and now with João as my adversary,

it's harder to assure
I'll be deputy of Araxá.

I have to support João. I gave my word.

But you didn't accept my support
when I did offer it.

I know.

I need you to understand one thing.

We can only be together
after the voting.

Once I'm elected,
I'll be with you in earnest,

and we'll live the way
we always dreamed.

I never dreamed
of being your mistress, Antônio.

You will be my wife.

And Angélica, your current wife?

My marriage is a facade, Beja.

Angélica deemed it so herself.

If you're just a little more patient,

just a little more,

then we can be together
for the rest of our lives.

In that case, I accept.

Only until after the elections.

My fallen angel,

you have been sent here to be purified.

To wash the bedsheets used up
by the women of life,

to scrub away the stains of debauchery
left on those sheets,

those are efforts that are sure
to be rewarded by God.

Because only He,

with His saint-like mercy,
is capable of forgiving you.

But, Mother, I am not very used
to this kind of service,

-I don't know if I can...
-You were capable of sinning, no?

To be redeemed,

this is the path God has given you.

Girls!

How do we all welcome a new intern?

Stop!

This is how you leave behind a life
that sin has rotten to its core.

Can you feel the purity and the peace

that comes with the smell of the soap?

Rub it well.

Rub, my angel.

So that your sins may be washed away
in all that filthy water.

Mother.

My little birdies are here!

They chirp like no other!

So how was the choir? Did you behave?

No, no, don't tell me.

Let's avoid the risk of slander.

I'll speak with the chaplain later.

Now go, wash yourselves from the dust
of the road and come back to work.

Because only work can free you.

Few have permission to go out.

And they can only leave fully covered,

to hide their sin from the world.

And you, my fallen angel,

had better get used to it,
because for you,

the world outside no longer exists.

Unless you decide to live in sin.

You took a while.

Did you go meet her?

Your savior?

Angélica, I needed to thank her.

I can imagine
exactly how you thanked her.

I need to apologize to you, as well.

No wife deserves the suffering
that you endured, when I went missing.

I'd have preferred to be a widow.

At least then I could marry again.

With another man, one more decent
and with more integrity, more...

that honors me and doesn't humiliate me.

Even after all the pain
you've put me through,

I almost died from fear of losing you.

I hate you.

I hate that I love you so much.

I hate you, you damned b*stard.

Angélica, you've always known I couldn't
give you the same love you feel for me.

I've always seen you as a sister,
we grew up together.

We both know
this marriage was a mistake.

You never even tried.

You never tried to love me.

And who can divide their heart in two?

Give one half to each person?

It's time we speak
honestly with each other, no?

You know what we have to do, Angélica.

You know I'd be incapable
of leaving you without support, and...

You'll respect our agreement.

We married before God, Antônio,
til death do us apart. Remember?

We will carry that promise to the end.

I told you, lay with as many women
as you want, just don't let me know.

And,

don't create any bonds with any of them,

because your only commitment is with me.

Angélica, let's talk.

So we know what's better
for me and for you.

For me? Please, Antônio. For me?

I'm a woman!

What do you think
will happen to me if you leave me?

I'll be a bitten apple.

No one will touch me.

I just want to see you happy.

Then be a man,
and fulfill our agreement.

Then I'll be happy.

The best wife of all.

An example to everyone.

I was clear, yes?

I understand all you did for Antônio.

-It was life and death.
-Yes.

I don't regret lying to help you.

But as a friend, I must ask you,

please don't hurt my son.

-Josefa, Antônio and I...
-Beja.

I'm a matured woman.

I am not here to judge you.

But, if you don't love João,

give him a chance to be happy
with another woman.

Won't you go in?

People here don't like
to see me in church.

If we were to do all things
the way people like them,

we'd never leave the house.

You're a man, Fortunato.

You can do whatever you want.

It's not always good that much freedom.

We can wind up hurting others
on account of our own injuries.

You can go.

I'll go in after Mass.

I'll pray alone.

I prefer it.

"...with respect
and gratitude, Father Aranha."

Good God, this is utterly absurd!

-What is it, aunt?
-Father Aranha abandoned...

Well, what it says here is that
he didn't feel worthy of his own faith.

I think there's a little more
to that little story, yes I do!

Well, what's the problem?

-Priests are men too, right?
-Augusta, don't...

-That blunder can't be forgiven...
-What?

-When we get home, you should hit me.
-Please. Please, don't do this.

Well, we should never judge someone

without knowing their true motives
for behaving in such a manner.

-My husband is so eloquent.
-Wise words, Count Rodrigo.

Worthy of reflection.

No! Severina! Don't!

They're the new chapters of your novel!

Father Aranha left the village
because of this, Beja!

He was the Reader!

He was your secret admirer.

He rejected me.

He ran away in disgust.

I disgust people, Beja.

Why didn't you tell me?

I'd never have taken him to take care
of Antônio with you there!

If I told you
every time I was rejected...

My angel.

I'm so sorry.

I am, too.

Because it's love, Beja.

It's true love.

I don't understand.
Don't you always pay taxes on time?

The bailiff explained.

This debt is previous to mine.

It seems Madam Nena was loyal to God,
but not to taxes.

-What now?
-Either I pay, or I shut this down.

What if we save up?

Water down the wine?

Raise our rates?

Any help is welcome.

Count on us, Candinha.

If the tavern shuts down,
we're all on the streets.

Who wants that?

-I don't want that
-I'm good right here.

Our work here
is the cheapest in the region,

but it's done quite expertly.

I know, Mother, that's why I'm here.

I had to save up for a debt.

You pay your debt,
and the girls will pay theirs.

God only gives us a cross
that we are capable of bearing.

-That's true.
-Will you wait until it's done?

If you don't mind, Mother,
I would like that.

Don't you want to pray with the sisters?

While you wait?

I don't know if I should.

-Isn't that a sin?
-What would faith be without sin?

Come, girl.

I don't have money left to bet.

Why be attached to one finger,
if you can have all ten of them?

I don't know how to play.

One who does what you do in bed
is capable of learning just anything.

The sisters and I will teach you.

Let me help, love.

It's alright. It's alright, João.

We need to talk.

-Now?
-The sooner, the better.

-It's about Antônio.
-I heard that he was found.

And the kidnapping
was a misunderstanding.

João,

-since he and I were kids...
-Beja, I'm not quite interested

in knowing what's been
happening in his life.

Enter.

The servant says
there are visitors in the lobby.

I got married, Beja!

It was so beautiful!

I wanted to invite you so badly.

-You know how my parents are.
-No, it's alright!

What matters is seeing you happy!

But,

pardon the sincerity,
weren't you in love with Honorato?

I still am.

Isn't that right, my love?

Did you call me, my love?

Isn't it true that I love Honorato?

What did you say?

-Honorato?
-Beja.

You are so different!

Well,

I tried really hard to get that man
away from you, but I couldn't,

and if it hadn't been for Carminha,
then I would be dead right now.

I would never let you die.

You were always so loyal to me
and to my grandfather.

It's so good to see you two together.

Let's commemorate!

But I won't stop, no

I've cried seas and many rivers

But I never drown

I always figure out some way

Is it your first time here?

At the Estate of Jatobá? Yes, it is.

So you don't know Madam Beja?

Let's just say
they are longtime friends.

Because God made me this way

I own my own soul

-Bravo!
-Amazing!

-Well done!
-Bravo!

Bravo!

Thank you so much, gentlemen.

And now, I present to you

Madam Beja!

-There she is!
-Bravo!

Came to beat me up this time?

I actually wanted to apologize.

-Why this, now?
-You've heard, right?

The priest left his cassock and left.

That made me ask myself
if I, too, should rethink life.

I just don't know where to begin.

How about you stop restraining yourself?

It's complicated.

I did that my whole life.

It's never too late.

Come in, Apothecary.

Before someone outside sees you there.

At the cemetery?

What better place for things to be done
that even God can't bear to see?

We can be our true selves here.

-And what are we?
-Men.

Men that like other men.

What do you want?

I've always wanted to see
under your clothes.

You are so beautiful, Fortunato.

-Bravo!
-Bravo!

Bravo!

Take it all off.

No.

Not the mouth.

There's another kind of kiss

that I doubt you won't want.

You'll see, after I squeeze
all the gold out of Honorato,

then I'll freely splurge on it all!

Here you come again
with that fairy tale.

It's not a fairy tale, it's reality.

My man at Vila Rica

got me clues that will lead me
right to that bum's family.

That fugitive, the so-called Count.

I just need to make
my trip there pay off, you see?

Easy!

With what we saved up, we couldn't
even pay one fifth of the debt.

We'll find a solution, Candinha.

-Only luck can save us now.
-Good morning, everyone!

-Good morning!
-I'm here for the game!

You can raise your bets now.

Col. Botelho.

If you want to play,
would you accept my challenge?

A woman playing?

What will you bet?

Not your virginity,
that particular coin is in deficit here.

A night with me.

A special night.

Have you lost your memory?

I've lied with you.

Not quite this way.

Front, and rear,
that's what I'm offering.

Col. Botelho, front and rear
you only turn down if you're q*eer!

Then order those sheets to be changed,

because I want to enjoy
my prize on a clean bed!

-If you win.
-I will win.

If I win,

I want that stone.

On your little pinky.

The bet is on.

Let's go, gentlemen!

Shuffle them cards!

When the hand is good,
instinct makes us lurch forward.

Do the opposite,

and you'll trick your adversary.

Today, I shall partake!

Didn't like the result, Colonel?

Col. Botelho.

The game table demands respect.

I want a rematch.

Only if you bet it all.

Even your clothes.

I accept your terms.

But I want that ring back.

And a year of free sex.

Front and rear.

Deal.

You wh*re!

You snake!

You harlot!

-Good lord!
-No way!

And this gold? Does it pay our debt?

It does.

This debt, yes, but not the old one.

Nothing can compensate me
for what he did.

He was lucky
I didn't humiliate him on the plaza.

We need to talk.

You must know,

that everyone talks about
your romance with Beja.

I don't care about what they say.

Beja is the woman I love.

But does she feel the same for you?

She kidnapped Antônio, after all.

Or did you believe that nonsense
about it all being a misunderstanding?

Mother,

if you had to choose

between ignoring a problem to be happy,

or facing the facts you know,

losing something you love as a result,

what would you do?

Life is too short to be lived
under the shadow of doubt, my son.

Then,

what do you mean?

Nobody can live on dreams.

Reality,

whatever that reality might be like,
has to be faced.

You were never going to tell me.

The kidnapping? All you did for him?

João, I didn't want to trick you,
I'm not frivolous.

-I tried to tell you, but...
-Now I'm the problem?

Or did you just never see me?

Of course I see you, João!

And what's more,
I can see you crystal clear,

I can see what we would be!

-"Would be?"
-Our hearts don't think using reason.

Quite the opposite.
It's like the Donkey's Creek.

The water is cloudy, undecipherable.

Spare me of your badly timed poetry!

-I just wanted to love you.
-No.

You wanted me to love you,
everyone wants that.

But I never tricked you.

-Antônio was always...
-Please.

Please, that's the last thing
I need to hear right now.

Beja.

-I came as soon as possible.
-Of course!

You were getting dressed for him.

Antônio.

My friend, who's always in my way.

You've won this battle.

But the w*r isn't over.