01x28 - Episode 28

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-Are you sure it's a jaguar?
-It's not the first cow it shreds.

-That's all they talk about.
-What's that thing doing around here?

They say someone took her cubs.

Look! Look over there! There!

Maybe not. Probably a snake.

What madman would mess
with a beast's cubs?

Teresa, I look at you now, and...

My God.

I've wasted too much of my life
thinking instead of acting.

Does anyone want more tea?

It's late for a child to be up, no?

Valdo can take her home.

Angélica, prepare another bed
in Maria's old room.

My daughter sleeps here.

-In the same room as I?
-Don't you want to know your grandchild?

-I don't want to trouble her.
-Antônio.

-This...
-Her place is with her father.

Antônio! Open up!

Antônio, I know Teresa is there!

Give my daughter back!

It seems your mother
doesn't want you here, either.

I want to stay.

Antônio! Open this door!

We're going home, miss!

Beja.

My daughter is already home.

You are not her father.

-It was proven in court!
-Make up whatever you want,

nothing can change the fact
that I am her father.

-Let's go.
-No, Mom!

Can I talk to you for one minute?

I want to stay.

I have the right to know my father.

Honey, he is not what he seems.

-When you were born...
-Let me find out who he is.

I deserve a chance to have a father.

-Are you not happy with me?
-I feel incomplete.

Like I don't know a part of myself.
That saddens me, mother.

Please.

Let me stay.

I hope

that when you find out who he truly is,
the disappointment that you'll feel

won't leave you sadder
or more incomplete.

I won't be disappointed.

If you only knew how much I love you.

Don't think I gave up because of you.

Teresa will stay,

just to find out how much
of a sleazy scoundrel you are!

I am not a scoundrel.

Listen to me.

If anything happens to my daughter,

I will k*ll you.

But, Valdo, this is...

Jaguar sh*t, Colonel.

There is no more doubts. Look!

Look at her footprint.

That's just what we needed.
Dealing with a beast now, of all times.

MADAM BEJA

Come in.

This is your home.

But is this where I'll sleep?

And you and your wife?

I'll settle in the study for tonight,
Angélica preferred to sleep with my mom.

But don't worry,

she has a good heart.

-She'll prove herself caring.
-I don't want to cause discord.

Come here.

Sit.

One time, when I was quite young,
your grandpa took me hunting.

And, as I was quite small,

he told a foreman to hold a rabbit
in place, so I could sh**t it.

When I looked in that rabbit's eyes,

so small and defenseless,

I felt a knot in my throat, you know?

You didn't sh**t?

When I was lowering the r*fle,

my father patted my shoulder
and looked at me with such expectation,

I just couldn't find it in me
to disappoint him.

Poor rabbit.

Poor Claudomiro, the foreman!

I shot his foot.

I didn't have the guts
to k*ll the rabbit,

but I'll never forget that.

On the matter of expectations,
I have failed many more times after.

I don't want to fail again.

Not with you.

Your father must have loved you.

As much as I want to love you.

Forgive me, Teresa.

I've lived years
with that same knot in my throat

as back when I saw the rabbit.

I want to be a different Antônio, now.

One who doesn't run from his feelings.

Give me a chance to be a good father.

A good man.

Forgive me.

Can I spend more time with you?

You can spend as much time as you want.

Preferably, forever.

I want you to know every acre
of these lands.

They'll be yours one day.

Yours.

Good morning, Antônio.

-Good morning, girl.
-Good morning, Valdo.

I'll come with you.

A jaguar's been hunting the cattle.
It's been tough.

Thank you, Valdo, but I'd prefer
you take this letter to Fortunato.

-It'll help Maria.
-Maria?

Yes.

-To Fortunato's hands.
-That's right.

Right.

-Thank you.
-Go!

Could it be

that you're afraid Antônio is actually
truly willing to redeem himself,

and that Teresa will like him for it?

Beja, a child's heart has space
for a mother and a father.

Stop worrying!

You're so wise,

like you hear thoughts
I didn't even voice.

I'm not wise. I'm old.

Please, stop it. Stop.

The truth is that for us, women,

our peace is gone
as soon as our children are born.

To be a mother is a blessing,
but it's the end of good sleep.

And if they're women,
then you'll just worry even more.

Good God, I must keep my wits about me
in this forsaken society of hypocrites.

I keep them sharp,

through the challenging of traditions.

Araxá would do well to prepare
to see my wedding dress.

And how's your sister?

She went to spend a few days
at her father's farmhouse.

I think that's why my mother let me
go out alone today, without a servant.

So the danger your mother feared
was Teresa's father?

At least now we can go for a stroll.

No?

Would you like to go
swimming at the river?

Actually, no.

Ever since we went to the tavern,
I've wanted to go back there.

Candinha's tavern?

Yes. I only saw the saloon.

I was curious to see the other rooms.

Then it's your lucky day, because...

I heard my grandmother say

that the girls
are off praying at Desemboque.

Father Otávio doesn't
let them confess here.

They must be on the road, so...

See?

Like I said,
it's no big deal, just a room.

-It smells different.
-It does?

I hadn't noticed.

What exactly happens
when men bring women here?

I think we shouldn't...

Didn't you say you came up here once?

Yes, my grandma brought me.

Then you know. Tell me!
You came up here with a woman!

Then what did you do?

I can't tell you, Joana.

If you won't tell, I'll have to guess
using my imagination.

When a man comes up here
with a woman, who lays first?

No! Don't sit there!

Is it rude for women to lay first?

Or do they prefer it?

We'd better get going.

Do they maybe...

smoke, like men?

Here, in bed?

What is that?

This tree carries the heart of our farm.

The heart of all of us,
who carry the blood

and the legacy
of your great-grandmother.

Lueji.

Welcome to another soiree!

-I've never seen you here.
-It's my first time.

I heard about it and got curious!
Is that alright?

-Of course! Make yourself at home.
-Good!

No, wait!
Don't take your cloaks off yet.

Today, we're going somewhere
very special and magical!

-Outside.
-Is it far?

I can't get home late.

No, you girls can be at ease.

You'll get home in time for dinner.

Come!

Ladies, the Donkey's Creek.

I never thought I'd see
this spring in person some day!

Could this water and this mud
really be as miraculous as they say?

Of course! Just look at Beja!

-The water must be so nice!
-Don't you want to try it?

Ladies!

If I were you, I'd come in!

It's not for a lack of wanting.

What about... Genoveva!

Wait for me!

Wait for me! Wait!

Wait for me, Genoveva!

-My word!
-You're getting my hair wet!

Ceci was right when she left that time!

I should have gone with her
and never came back!

It was obvious this would end
with such shamelessness!

Genoveva, get out of there!

Let's go, Genoveva!

Is it true you gave birth
to your first girl in these waters?

Yes.

It was magical.

And now, a man who has no idea

what it means to be pregnant
or to go through labor pain

wants to take
the mother's daughter away from her.

No mother should be separated
from their daughter.

But men are like that.

They hurt us, no?

Felizardo, my husband,
says I have a barren womb.

Genoveva, what do men know
about the body of a woman?

We are so much more than wombs.

We are desire. Pleasure.

Wanting.

An enigma,

that they will never decipher.

Let them try.

Teresa,

do you want to see
the blacks' drum-beating after dinner?

-I do.
-Already running loose with that girl?

-In the middle of night?
-Why?

-Is it dangerous?
-Not at all.

It's right here at the farm.

My father, your grandpa,

he gave a piece of our land

for the free captives
to build their homes.

-Can I go with?
-What a blasted question, Genoveva.

Not even if Ceci goes?

-Listen here!
-God forbid, Genoveva.

It's enough that I can't sleep
because of that savage music.

If my math is right,
tonight you owe me some service.

So you don't become hysterical
on top of barren.

We are so much more than wombs.

We are desire.

Pleasure.

Wanting.

Since when are you a wh*re?

Since when do you move
in bed like a wh*re?

You wretch!

Get back here!

-Come back, you c**t!
-Help! Ceci! Angélica!

-Get back here, you c**t! b*tch!
-What is this?

-Get over here, c**t!
-Uncle!

Felizardo, stop it!

-Uncle! What in Christ's name?
-Where the hell is Antônio?

-Stop!
-You're going to k*ll her!

Whatever she did,
she doesn't deserve a beating!

I'm sure that godforsaken beat
is to blame!

Get up! I'll take you to your new home!

-What new home?
-wh*res belong in the whorehouse!

-Get up! Get up!
-Calm down, brother! Calm down!

Why, you...
Do you want to get beaten, too?

Uncle! For the love of God!

Felizardo! She is too hurt!

Take her wherever you want tomorrow,

but let us take care of her now!

You're lucky, b*tch. I'm a generous man.

But, tomorrow, you go to the whorehouse.

Calm down. It's alright.

-Where's the priest?
-Saint Sarah! What happened?

Delicate family matters.

He went to the cemetery,
he said if anyone comes, I should...

Ceci!

-Who let you bring a wh*re to a church?
-Calm down! She's here to confess!

And tell someone what she did to me?
I'll k*ll the c**t first!

No!

I'd only tell God!

-No! No, no! No!
-Not even God, you hear?

Not even God!

wh*res defend each other, is that right?

What she has to confess
doesn't come close to what you hide!

-You little b*tch!
-Hit me!

Go on! I'll tell everyone here
that Beja mounts you like a man!

Who made up that nonsense?

I saw it.

Nothing against it, to each their own,

but if it is to defend
Mrs. Genoveva, I'll tell them!

Who will believe a b*tch?

Do you want to risk it?

Severina, set up a room for Genoveva.

In the meantime,
she can stay at my room.

Rest a little, now.

Severina.

Thank you.

Rest easy, Mrs. Ceci.

-She can stay as long as she wants.
-This is all your fault!

-Who do you think you are?
-Beja, my mother is upset.

What she really
meant to say is: "Thank you."

Thank you so much.

Your help is very welcome.

That coward.

He hits women to be macho,
but in this room, here...

Beja is the man.

You're lying.

I'm glad she fell asleep.

In case Felizardo decides to be naughty,
the g*ons are prepared.

But it never hurts to be careful.

Beja never took me seriously, Rômulo.

She's always belittled me.

The boss is just like that.

And here I am foolishly feeling guilt
for wanting to take what is mine.

I even prayed at church!

If you feel guilt, then you gave up.

Gave up on what?

The colonel. You asked me to find one.

You did it?

You found a colonel
that never went to the Estate of Jatobá?

That's why I called you here.

Here, neither the boss
or her little girls can hear us.

Col. Fraga awaits "Madam Beja" tonight,

nice and warm in his bed.

-Should I say you won't go?
-I'll go.

But no one, not even Beja can know.

Will the boss
let you stroll around outside,

without knowing where?

Saint Sarah will give me a good excuse.

I just hope he doesn't want to see
"Madam Beja" wearing the diadem.

I received your message from Valdo,
and prepared what you need, cousin.

But it's important you listen closely.

Devil's Trumpet is a rare,
dangerous plant.

"Devil's Trumpet."

I've heard of it.

Isn't that rat poison?

-You want to poison Maria?
-Relax, Valdo.

There are studies

that report an infusion made
with one bag like this, and only one,

can be very efficient
in controlling melancholy,

and other emotional imbalances,

such as the mood swings
the Mother described.

Some say the plant has this name because
it scares the devil away from your body.

My God.

My heart aches just hearing your words.

Maria has always been
emotionally turbulent.

She may be experiencing a crisis.

But we will soothe this.

-When will it be taken?
-Valdo will sort that.

If that'll help Maria...

I'll sort some matters
and take the road tonight.

Valdo,

instructions on the use of the bags.

If they get the dose wrong,
it could be fatal.

So, give it to the Mother.

It's a secret, but many nuns can read.

What matters is Maria's health.

The handkerchief you gave me.
I washed it.

Take it with you, to remember me
until we meet again.

-Come!
-Yes.

I'll get on the next one,
we'll meet outside.

Wait for me.

Okay?

I found a way to help Maria.

You?

Worried about your family?

Don't provoke me.

Did Teresa go out with aunt Genoveva?
I can't find them.

Are you hurt?

I know you, Angélica.

What did you do to my daughter?

The little b*stard? Nothing.

She's laying around Lueji's tree
all day, just reading.

But aunt Genoveva...

My wife is my business.

My father, who never raised his hand
to my mother, taught me,

women are not beaten inside my home!

I moved into your home to take care
of your lands and your cattle!

This is how you repay me?

Enough!

I won't be here a second more!

-If that's how you'd like it.
-Ungrateful brat!

What goes around, comes around.

You'll see.

What did you do to your uncle?

He stormed out, didn't even say goodbye.

I did what had to be done.

Where is aunt Genoveva?

Good. Appetite is a good sign,
Mrs. Genoveva.

Beja,

I need to ask your forgiveness.

For the wrongful judgement
I've always had on you.

Those who don't know you
don't know your sweetness.

I'm not as generous as you think.

Don't let life stiffen you up.

Be kinder to Antônio.

He's taking fantastic care of Teresa.

You are a such a sweet lady.

Your children would've been
blessings upon the world.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you,
I'm so sorry, Mrs. Genoveva.

I had a baby,

before I married Felizardo.
He never knew.

Don't you want to find that child?

-I could help you.
-No.

The baby died shortly after birth.

I'm so sorry.

It's alright.

Beja.

Sorry, it's just...

Antônio is downstairs.

He said he won't leave
until he talks to you.

What do I do?

Here to bring my daughter back?

Couldn't handle her?

I came to get my aunt.

Won't you thank me?

You'll just be arrogant as always?

Nephew. It's good to see you.

Hello, aunt.

Let's go back to the farmhouse.

Uncle Felizardo is not there anymore.

No harm will come to you.

I promise you.

Beja.

Thank you for all you did for me.

I will never forget.

Come, aunt.

This is no place for you.

Arrogant little man!

Let the girls know the estate
won't open today. There's no function.

Saint Sarah heard my prayers.

When I need it most,
she leaves the diadem.

Aunt Genoveva is back.

Thank God!

I'm so glad, sweetheart!

-Welcome, Genoveva!
-Thank you.

Mrs. Genoveva, are you alright?

Thank you.

Aunt, would you like
to rest in the room?

I can't be there after what happened.

It was time Mrs. Ceci returned
to her room, anyway.

I haven't gone there since Paulo...

Ever since we went to the capital.

One more reason.

I'll never forgive you, Maria.

I'll never forgive you
for k*lling the love of my life!

Never.

Never! Never, never, never!

If the boss learns I took the carriage
without telling her, I'm dead.

We'll be back before morning!

-Right, Olívia?
-Stop the carriage, Rômulo!

Stop!

I need to relieve myself.

Let go!

You b*tch!

I can't wait to get my hands
on the other fool!

You'll never find Maria.

I'll not only find her,

but I'll make her suffer
the same fate you will!

And if you two don't repent from fleeing

the punishment I'll dish out
is going to make you!

You mark my words!

No! No, no, no! Please!

Mercy, Mother!

Do it! Hard!

Harder!

It's on the Bible! Without bloodshed,
there shall be no forgiveness!

Please, stop...

Where's Olívia?

Olívia!

Olívia!

Where are you?

Olívia!

Olívia!

Where are you, woman?

What a tragedy.

The blood is from a bite
on the left leg.

This is the jaguar's doing, no doubt.

What breasts!

Januário. Cover Olívia.

Some people can't respect a dead body.

And you, Rômulo.

You have much to explain to me.

And to the police inspector
coming here from Paracatu.

Beja.

It's just a prost*tute that was k*lled
by an animal.

-It's not necessary.
-I do believe it is.

I'm a prost*tute, too.

She was a friend.

She worked for me.

Do you happen to regularly
let your employees...

Sorry, your friends, take your jewels?

Judge, do your job.

The inspector will do his.

Something's very wrong here, João.

I don't think it was the jaguar
that k*lled Olívia.

Maria!

Maria!

What have you done, my God?

Mother!

Her wrist is slit.

She was in the tall grass,

by the road that leads here.

She tried to take her own life,
such a shame.

Some women would prefer to die
than face their demons.

No one touched the body,
Inspector Belgard.

I've watched it since yesterday.

No need.

Inspector?

Well?

It wasn't the jaguar who k*lled her.

Do you have any suspects in mind?

Of the m*rder*r?

No.

But I do know
who could have been the victim.