Original subtitles

- Good morning. - Good morning, Mr. Humberto.

Is the train on time?

- From São Paulo? - No, from China.

Yes, it is. Are you expecting someone from your family?

Yes, it's like family.

Where are the guys?

Bruno and Davi went to help their uncle at the church.

Humberto,

me,

you.

Bruno, Mateus...

She.

The Jewess...

Davi

and Tiago.

Will Tiago come to lunch, Anita?

Probably yes. Mr. Humberto will definitely stop at the church.

So, Tiago is sitting here, and she's sitting there.

You don't look very happy with this...

...this visitor.

No one could be happy.

One disgrace is enough in this house.

I'm going to finish preparing lunch.

I am the disgrace she was talking about, right?

Judite, you know deep down...

Deep down she's far worse than she looks.

I should've left this house long ago...

I should've left the day after Lucas died.

Judite...

We're all very nervous today.

- Has Humberto already gone to the station? - Yes, he has.

Anita...

Has Mateus ever talked about this lady?

No.

Before the letter she sent saying she was coming,

I had never heard about her.

- Her name is Marta, right? - Yes. Marta.

Have you heard before?

When Lucas was alive,

I once witnessed an argument he had with his father.

They were talking about land...

Lucas insisted that 20 hectares meant barely nothing.

I remember this very well.

I remember two names they spoke:

Emílio...

and Marta!

SEX, YOUR ONLY WEAPON (1981)

- Good morning, Marta. - Mr. Humberto?

- Did you have a good trip? - Yes, I did.

I'm a little apprehensive and afraid, I must confess.

Afraid of what?

I don't know if I'm welcome.

Oh, you're more than welcome!

Since I got the letter you wrote, I couldn't wait for you to arrive.

The letter was written by a friend of mine. I told her what to write.

Yes, I know.

Well, now let's go.

My car is here, and everyone is looking forward to your arrival.

Let's go.

Mister Humberto!

Yes?

You'll have to be my guide, please.

I... don't know the way.

Ciao, Nicola!

There is Doctor Guilherme!

Doctor Guilherme!

- Good morning, Mr. Humberto. - Good morning, Dr. Guilherme.

- How is Mrs. Angelina? - So so.

Dr. Guilherme, this is Marta, who I talked about before.

Oh, yes! Nice to meet you, Marta! Welcome to our little town.

Thank you.

We're going now.

We'll drop by your office for a visit someday.

As a friend, huh?! No illness!

Sure!

Ciao, Dr. Guilherme.

Ciao, Mr. Humberto. Ciao, Marta.

Bye.

Dr. Guilherme has been our family doctor for a long time.

Good doctor!

But after his wife died, he indulged in drink. Poor man.

Ciao, Napoleão.

In a small town is like this, everyone knows everyone.

It must be a beautiful town.

It is! We're fighting for progress not to get here.

Oh, there are my grandsons!

They're called Davi and Bruno.

They're the most handsome guys in town.

These are my grandsons: Davi and Bruno.

This is Marta, who we were waiting for.

- Hi! - Hi! You had a good trip?

Yes.

Are you Bruno or Davi?

He is Bruno, I am Davi. Nice to meet you.

What is that?

It's the stuff uncle Tiago asked us to buy.

He's renovating the church, as you know.

- I'm going there now. - We're taking a ride then.

It's just two blocks. Go on foot.

Okay, we're going on foot.

- Ciao. Bye, Marta! - Bye!

Ciao!

My grandsons.

Bruno is the son of my son Mateus with Anita.

Davi is the son of my son Lucas with Judite.

My son Lucas has passed away.

They're blood of my blood and will perpetuate our family.

My other son, Tiago...

he went to the seminary, he's a priest!

Tiago!

The church is under renovation.

- Tiago! - Right!

- I'm here! - Good morning, Tiago.

Good morning, dad.

- This is Marta. - Oh, yes! Hi, Marta.

I'm coming.

This church is... almost 200 years old.

He's renovating it almost by himself.

My grandsons, Bruno and Davi, when they're not working in the vineyard,

they come here to help their uncle.

Could you guide me to the altar, please?

Yes, sure.

I'm here, dad.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Sorry the church is like this.

They gave me a church which had been closed since 1926.

Totally abandoned, as you can see.

See how the ceiling is...

I can see through your words, father.

Just describe it.

Your words will be my eyes.

Done, uncle!

Where do we put this stuff?

Let's take it all upstairs.

No, no, no, no! Take a little break!

After lunch.

Now we're going straight home to have lunch.

Your mother must have already put lunch on the table.

Great! I'm starving!

Marta, I have more than 700 hectares of land here.

È un piccolo mondo. A small world.

My family's small world.

Once upon a time, a small ship...

that could not, could not navigate

Once upon a time, a small ship...

- ...that could not, could not navigate. - Thank you.

Once upon a time, a small ship...

that could not, could not navigate.

- Cheers, Marta! - Cheers!

Thank you. Thank you.

Well, I think someone needs to make a speech now.

And it won't be me!

Go, Mateus! What are you waiting for?

Go!

Well, it won't be a speech, Marta.

I just want to say we're all happy that you're here with us.

Thank you.

After lunch, if you're not too tired,

I'll take you to the wine cellar, the wine factory...

I'd really love to visit it, to see it all.

Father Tiago knows I can perfectly see it all.

- Am I right, Father? - Sure!

You understood, Mateus.

Your words and description will be Marta's eyes.

Well, now let's eat because Marta must be starving.

Aren't you, Marta?

Excuse me, your cutlery...

Here they are.

Thank you.

- You are Judite, right? - Yes.

I'm sorry, I'm slowly getting acquainted with each one's voice.

Naturally.

We usually say a little prayer...

to thank God for all he has given us.

Don't mind if my daughter-in-law Judite and my grandson Davi don't pray with us.

They are Jewish.

Lord...

as the patriarch of this family,

I give thanks for all we have been given.

We give thanks for the bread, which is Thy body.

We give thanks for the wine, which is Thy blood.

We hope to continue having strength in our working hands.

We hope to continue receiving the blessings of the Sun,

and the cold and the rain for our plantations.

We hope to continue deserving this full table,

and always receiving Thy grace and protection.

And may our family remain united forever.

Amen.

Amen.

This is your room.

Come in.

Sorry!

I should have warned you.

There's a small step. I'm sorry.

No problem.

Could you describe it for me?

Where things are, the furniture, the window...

I just need it once.

Sure, I can describe it. Come.

Wait.

I want to ask you one more favor.

Don't feel sorry for me.

I guess I took the day off to apologize to you.

Come in.

One...

Two...

Three...

Four...

Five...

Six...

Six. The bed is on six.

Okay.

Here, to your right...

We are under the stairs.

Come here, now.

One...

Two...

- Three... - Wardrobe.

Come.

One...

Two...

Three...

Four...

Five...

Six...

There is a desk here.

And a chair.

Mmm, great.

I can read here.

Braille.

We read with our hands what you read with your eyes.

Anita...

Take me to the door.

- I will repeat it all by myself. - Yes, of course.

Come.

One...

Two...

Three...

Four...

Five... Six... The wardrobe.

One... Two...

Three... Four...

Five... Six... The step.

By myself.

One... Two...

Three... Four...

Five... Six...

Hey, Bruno, I think she's like this one when naked.

Look!

Go to sleep, bro!

She looks a bit like this one, right?

Everyone criticizes, but I think there is an advantage of being Jewish.

What are you talking about, Davi?

Circumcision. It gets bigger.

You're fucking dumb, man!

Mine is bigger than yours. Wanna measure?

- Faggot! - You still have phimosis.

Stop this fucking shit!

Who is it?

Is there someone here?

Please, is there someone here?

Who is it?

Mateus.

Mateus!

Mateus!

Mateus!

Do you want one?

- Cigarette? - Yes.

Thank you, I don't smoke.

What about now?

Now what?

How will it be?

We both...

and Anita.

She was so kind to me.

How will it be?

I thought you were sleeping.

I was waiting for you.

You took too long to come.

Lots of work down there. I wanted to leave it all ready for tomorrow morning.

I'm tired, Anita. Today was not an easy day.

Let's go to sleep.

- Good morning, Tiago. - Good morning, dad.

Good morning, Marta. How are you?

Good morning, Father.

At least the bell is already working.

Yes! And it has a beautiful sound, want to hear?

Isn't it beautiful, Marta?

Yes, it is!

Thank you.

Tiago, I have a meeting on the Wine Festival committee.

Marta will stay here with you.

I'll stop by later and the three of us will have lunch at home.

- Is it fine, Marta? - As you wish.

I'm leaving now, I'm already late.

- Bye, Tiago. - Bye, dad.

- See you later. - See you later.

May I go up?

- Wait. I'll help you. - No, no.

I can go up by myself.

Your words will be my eyes.

You are one step away from the first step.

Good.

You are doing really good.

Careful, don't let go of the handrail, okay?

Good.

It's almost ending.

One more, another one...

One more, another one...

Done.

Oh, I should have warned you.

The handrail is dusty. Your hands are dirty.

Don't worry.

Let's go.

From this window, we can see the whole city.

There are five windows up here.

Come.

Careful. It's full of ladders, paint cans, brushes...

Stuff for the renovation.

Down there, right in front of us, is the main altar.

Saint Benedict's altar.

So far, everything is very ugly,

but I guarantee it will be the most beautiful church in town.

I'm sure you'll make it, Tiago.

I cannot do much. But count on me for what I can help with.

Thank you.

Come.

There is another corridor here.

And this staircase leads up to the bell tower.

But I'm not taking you there because it's too dusty.

And even the tower's floor, I will replace it with...

I will replace it.

I've got to know the church...

But I don't know you.

May I?

Have mercy on me, God...

According to Thy goodness...

I reach out to Thee in search of mercy...

For I succumbed to sin...

For I know my faults...

My sin is always before me.

I have sinned against Thee.

Thee alone.

And I swear that there is no good in Thine eyes.

Create in me, O God, a pure heart...

And renew the Holy Spirit within me.

Take it. At least you eat something.

- Thank you. - Take it. Take it.

How long will that lady stay here?

Not this again.

It's already been two weeks. What is she thinking?

Does she think she's staying here forever?

Don't say a thing. Let me guess who is there.

Come in, Bruno.

- Hi. - Hi, Bruno.

How did you know it was me?

Maybe because I was wishing you would come.

Is it true?

I was feeling so alone.

Wishing I had someone, then I thought of you.

Thank you so much.

I was reading a little bit.

Braille. Can you read it?

No. I know what it is, but I can't read it.

Sit here beside me.

Okay.

Now give me your hands.

Good.

Close your eyes.

Now run your fingertips gently over the letters.

Like this.

What is it?

Nothing.

I just need to go downstairs to work.

Ohh, don't you have 10 minutes, Bruno?

I don't know. I mean...

I don't think so.

The door is open.

Close it, Bruno. And lock it.

- Good morning, Anita. - Good morning, Tiago. Come in.

Are you going to the wine cellar?

No, I arranged with Marta to come and pick her up this morning.

- Is she up yet? - I think so.

Do you want me to call her?

- Are you okay? - Yes. Why?

It's just... You seem a bit nervous.

- Do you have something to tell me? - No, nothing.

- I'll tell Marta you're here. - OK.

Marta!

Marta!

It's my mom...

Father Tiago is here...

He's waiting for you.

Thank you. I'm coming.

He can wait, Bruno.

It's my first time.

- You liar! - I swear, it's my first time.

Wake up, fucking Jew!

Son of a bitch!

Davi! Bruno!

Humberto! Mateus! Mateus! Humberto!

Bruno! Bruno!

Leave me alone!

Damned Jew!

No, Davi!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Wait, Davi.

Davi!

Davi!

Uncle Tiago, may I speak with you?

Tell me.

Can you come down?

I can hear from up here.

Please...

Done, tell me, what happened, Davi?

Uncle, I came here to ask you...

What happened? Is that blood on your arm?

- Are you hurt? - It doesn't matter, uncle.

Then what? Did you fall? Scratched? Tell me.

Uncle, how do I become a Christian?

Why are you asking that?

I want to become Catholic. To be like everyone else.

How do I do it?

What happened, Davi?

It doesn't matter what happened.

What matters is that I want to become a Catholic.

Davi...

No one becomes a Catholic, or a Jew, or a Protestant.

Davi!

Davi, what did you do to your grandma?

Davi, wait! Davi!

What happened, Judite?

What happened to him?

Once again he was called...

"damned Jew."

Tiago, could you do me a favor?

Tell me.

I'd like you to ask her... to behave.

Not to say more than that.

My son will grow up hating being Jewish.

Judite... my mom talks the talk, you know that.

No, she doesn't talk the talk.

And you know that too.

She's just like everyone else who "talks the talk."

It doesn't matter for your mom if I'm her daughter-in-law or a maid in that house.

But what hurts me, Tiago...

is how unfair is the hate she feels for me and her own grandson because we're Jews.

We are people! We're humans like everyone else!

I could still handle it if she hated only me.

But hating her own grandson, who has her own blood?!

Try to understand my mother.

No, I will not try to understand your mother.

I will not try to understand all those who think and act like her.

She hates me and her grandson, calling herself a Christian.

Then she enters this church...

And worships that Christ, of love and forgiveness...

who was given to her by my race.

Christ of love and forgiveness.

She is ungrateful.

You're absolutely right, Judite...

But neither you nor I...

Not even that Christ of love and forgiveness...

Could change my mom.

She will never forgive you...

for my brother having renounced Christianity to marry you.

As she won't forgive you for the boy being named David...

He was the first grandson. He had to be named Humberto.

Nor will she forgive you that the child was circumcised.

That's why,

since your brother Lucas died,

I've wanted to take my son and go away.

But your father never let me do it.

My father has two grandsons...

Bruno, the son of Mateus,

and your Davi.

They are his arms.

Taking one away...

it would be the same as crippling him.

Come, Marta.

Judite, we passed by Davi when we were leaving home.

He met Bruno and they're friends again.

And it couldn't be any different,

they're cousins! They share the same blood!

I'm sorry, I'm going home, Tiago.

Judite, come with me.

I have to stop by Armínio. He was supposed to hand me some labels.

Marta, I'll pick you up on the way back.

It's okay, dad, I have to go home to talk with mom, I can take Marta.

Okay then. See you later.

See you later. Thank you.

Where are you?

Marta...

- You wanted me to stay... - Yes, I did.

I wanted it because we need to talk.

What happened between us...

It happened.

It is past. Gone.

And it won't ever happen again.

Both you and I... We need to forget.

Do you understand?

I do.

Not that it matters now...

I'm pregnant.

Tiago said he needs to talk to Angelina.

You told him about Davi!

Humberto...

More and more, something tells me

that the best thing for me is getting out of here with my son.

Please, understand me!

Don't you start again, Judite!

You're my daughter-in-law, but you are like a daughter to me.

You took the place of my Lucas when he died.

And Davi is my grandson, he has my blood! You both stay with me!

Tiago...

Yes?

You're so quiet. You haven't said a word.

We are by ourselves, aren't we?

We are.

So, why don't you say something?

What do you want me to say?

Do you want me to... abort?

Don't even think about it!

I'm sorry.

It's just I feel so alone, so helpless.

I understand, Marta.

Don't be like that. Please, don't be like that.

We'll figure it out, you'll see.

I... I... I will retire this cassock and marry you.

Yeah, I will marry you.

Is it good?

That's not what you want.

It doesn't matter what I want.

What matters is what needs to be done.

And that's what I'll do.

Done.

Now don't you cry, Marta.

Please, don't cry.

What about your father?

He will die, Tiago.

You are the great pride of his life.

It's not Mateus... It wasn't Lucas, who died...

Nor his grandsons, who will perpetuate the family, as he likes to say.

You are his pride.

It's you being the priest you are.

If you give up the cassock, as you intend to... he will die.

So what should I do?

I can only see one solution...

One I was always against, I always refused... but now I have to.

And it's not for you, Tiago.

It's for your father.

An abortion.

Have you forgotten that I am a Catholic priest, Dr. Guilherme?

It seems like you were the one who forgot that, Tiago.

It would be ironic, even funny,

you telling me now what the Church thinks is right or wrong.

I wouldn't know how to say this to her.

Bruno?

Where are you going?

I was... Marta was going to teach me braille.

Go up!

Okay, mom.

Get in, Marta.

Be careful.

Careful, Marta.

What happened?

What happened, Anita?

I'm sorry.

Can I help you?

It's been 40 days that woman is here and it's been 40 days since...

Since...?

I shouldn't be having this talk with you.

You've been a widow for nearly two years.

I don't know if you miss it, but I do!

And I'm only telling you that because I need to get it off my chest.

When I do that, I end up exploding.

What is that you are missing, Anita?

A husband! A man in my bed!

I'm ashamed to say it. Especially to you.

But it's true, that's what I miss!

And I haven't had a husband, a man...

Since that woman came here!

At night...

Every night...

When he goes upstairs, he passes by her room and goes inside.

And he stays...

And when he comes to our room, he lays down with his back to me.

And I pretend I'm sleeping.

Anita...

What you were talking about with Judite...

She has her plans of leaving and taking her son...

But she won't.

Neither she nor anyone else will tear our family apart.

I don't need to say any more, Anita, do I?

No, sir.

Tiago!

- Good morning, Tiago. - Good morning.

- Who brought you? - Your father dropped me at the door.

You didn't come home for dinner yesterday, I was worried.

Are you okay?

No, no, I'm fine.

Come, Marta. Come.

Are you okay?

I thought all night about what you said to me...

To retire the cassock and marry me.

You also told me that it was what needed to be done.

I don't want it to be like that, Tiago.

It was my fault. You have no obligation.

Tiago!

- Good morning, Tiago. - Hi, Dr. Guilherme.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Marta, this is Dr. Guilherme.

We've already met before, haven't we, Marta?

We were introduced the day you arrived.

- How have you been, doctor? - Very well, thank you.

Marta, Dr. Guilherme wants to talk to you.

I'm going out and I'll be back soon.

Marta...

Tiago told me everything.

How do you think we should do it, doctor?

In your office?

I admire your courage, Marta, but...

In the current circumstances...

In your office, doctor?

Yes.

There is no danger. You are not at risk.

Tomorrow morning?

The sooner, the better.

I only ask you one favor, doctor:

May you not be drunk!

I came to change my shirt. This one tore.

Terrible!

Yeah, you're right...

It's terrible!

- Marta! - I'm up here.

Are you okay?

Yes, I am.

Did you meet Dr. Guilherme on the way out?

I did.

He told me that you agreed to...

It's the best thing I can do.

Think well until tomorrow, Marta.

If you don't want to do it, I'll retire the cassock and we'll get married. You just...

I want to do it.

I will find an excuse to go to the doctor.

Let's not talk about this anymore, please.

What were you doing when I arrived?

Sweeping downstairs.

And what do you have to do now?

Painting those doors.

Then hurry!

Otherwise this renovation will take more than 100 years.

Marta, do you know that the Church condemns what we are going to do?

If you continue your work, we can continue talking.

Otherwise I won't open my mouth anymore.

OK.

Are you working already?

Sure. I think now we can talk.

May I ask you a question?

What?

Did Christ ever speak about forgiveness?

One day, Peter asked him,

"How many times shall I forgive one who sins against me?

Up to seven times?"

Jesus answered,

"I tell you not seven times...

but seventy-seven times."

Father Tiago!

For God's sake, tell me what happened!

Father! Father Tiago!

Decide which day you want to stop by my office,

but don't take much longer.

It won't be necessary.

I lost the child.

Yesterday, with all that happened...

I lost the child.

Davi, let's go inside.

Come, Davi!

Take this for me, mom.

Where are you going?!

Davi!

Davi!

Bruno, you have to close the valve on the two big vats.

Go close it.

Go, Bruno.

Is one funeral not enough?

Angelina,

you may think I'm crazy when I finish,

but he is where he has always wanted to be.

It's that woman, Beto!

For God's sake! Send her away!

Neither you nor anyone else can accuse her of anything!

And where would she go? She's alone, she has no place to go.

Send her away!

Enough, Angelina! For God's sake! Enough!

Is anyone here?

How did you get here?

Davi...

Did you came alone?

It's not the first time I've come.

I've been here before with your grandpa.

I learned the path.

It must be hard.

No, it's not.

The touch of a branch...

The slats of a fence, or even... a hole in the ground.

All these details form the path.

Are you okay?

Yes, I am. Why?

Nothing.

I can't see you.

I can't look in your eyes.

But I feel you are a sad boy.

Me, sad?

Why would I be? Because I'm Jewish?

Being Jewish has nothing to do with it.

Sad... for being you.

And what am I?

Give me your hand, Davi.

Bruno told me about you...

Not having girlfriends...

And not being interested in them.

Preferring your boy friends.

I get it, I don't judge you.

I really think everyone has the right to do what they want with their life.

I just wanted... us to be friends.

With you, I feel safe.

As if you were...

A girl friend of mine.

Bruno is such a liar!

He is such a liar!

Now, I'll show him...

Who is the man!

Bruno!

Why did you say that to her? Why did you say that to her?

You son of a bitch!

What are you talking about?!

Stop! Stop that!

Stop that!

Open up! Open up, uncle Mateus!

- What happened?! - Bruno fell!

Davi, come here!

- What happened? - Bruno fell.

Mateus!

Papà, Bruno is dead!

Dead, papà!

Bruno is dead!

Bruno was spreading the word around that I wasn't a man.

So I went there to fight with him.

I picked up a stick...

And I went in his direction.

Then I pushed him.

And he fell, mom.

- It was me! It was me, mom! - Enough, Davi! Stop!

It was... It was an accident, Davi!

Neither you nor anyone else had anything to do with this!

Bruno was closing the valve, lost his balance and fell.

Davi, that's what happened.

It was an accident!

He will come.

He has to come!

Let's go?

Yes, yes, let's go.

Two tickets to São Paulo, please.

Why?

I asked you why.

I have nothing more to do here.

Before, I had my son to take care of.

Now...

And me?

You?

You'll have all the time to stay in the room of that...

That slut!

Yeah, a slut!

Or do you have another name for her?

Or, who knows, do you intend to deny it?

At least you had some shame on your face in not trying to defend yourself.

Have you forgotten that we've just arrived from our son's funeral?

Who was killed by her!

When it wasn't you in that room... it was your son!

And when it wasn't you or Bruno, it was Davi!

And that fight the two had, it could only have been because of her!

That slut! Slut!

And I won't stay another minute under the same roof as that woman!

- She's leaving! - Too late!

Now I'm the one who's leaving!

Even if it's to go live in a brothel!

Which, by the way, it wouldn't make no difference!

That's what I'm doing, Mateus...

Exactly what you did to me!

I'll go to a brothel and will sleep with the first bum that comes along!

I was telling you that I'm going to sleep with the first bum that comes along...

But I will do it differently...

I'll let you know

the day and the time I'm sleeping with this random bum.

We'll get even.

You took the first bitch that came along,

and I'll take the first bum that comes along.

But I will let you know!

Because I want you...

to feel what I felt...

every night...

waiting for you here...

while you...

were in her room!

I won't let you out of here.

Neither you nor anyone else can hold me here.

Who is it? Who is here?

It's me, Marta.

Thank God you came.

I was going to call someone to help me.

Sweetheart...

What will you do?

I'll pack my stuff.

- You can't leave. - I need to leave!

I've brought misfortune into this house.

I want to leave today. Now!

If I stay, other terrible things will happen.

I need to get out of here. I need to leave this house!

Don't say that, Marta.

You know it wasn't your fault.

It wasn't your fault.

Don't say that.

Don't say that.

I need you.

I really need you, Marta.

No!

No. Not like that.

Like this.

Always remember you are Jewish, Davi.

Always be very proud of it.

Be proud to belong to a race that will never disappear.

Marta...

Wait...

First, we need to talk.

And before we talk, I want you to look at yourself in the mirror.

Look at yourself, you filthy disgusting old man!

What a ridiculous sad figure!

Look! Look!

Now look at me. Look at me, you disgusting old man!

Look at me and try to remember a three-year-old girl,

a weeping woman,

And a man asking for help. Begging for help!

The girl was three years old,

the woman was weeping,

and the man was asking for help.

Look at me!

I signed it.

I'm sure you haven't forgotten.

But we both got the money.

We both got it, Humberto!

Now, they only want 20 hectares of land.

20 hectares of land, Humberto. That's all they want.

And that's nothing compared to the world you have there.

Look at me! Look!

You can't leave me alone now.

You can't!

And what else can I do?!

I have nothing to sell.

You have more than 700 hectares, Humberto.

And they only want five!

You know I have three children.

Tomorrow, they will demand an explanation.

Then what can I do?

I don't know. Good thing you were the only one who signed it.

I signed it. But we both got the money.

And with that you bought the machines, stocked up, guaranteed production.

I did everything you did too.

But I worked.

I worked too.

I just wasn't as lucky as you.

Please, Humberto. I'm begging you for a favor.

I'm so sorry, Marta. But I won't give away even a meter of those lands.

Try to find another solution.

I'm so sorry.

Humberto. Humberto.

Yes?

For God's sake, Humberto.

You know...

Worse than poverty...

Is the shame.

He's not as strong as you.

And you want to help...

Filthy!

Sweetheart...

No!

I was only three.

And that... was the solution my father found.

And, for years and years,

my mother and I lived in poverty.

And shame.

And, since that day, she was sick.

Her disease dragged on for 20 years.

And for 20 years, I did nothing but think about revenge.

And I got my revenge by killing that stupid priest.

I got my revenge by ruining the marriage of your son Mateus.

Every night, he would come to this room,

and sleep with me!

Not only him, but also your priest son...

and your two grandsons!

And do you know who encouraged your Jewish grandson to kill the other one?

I did!

I encouraged the Jew to kill his cousin.

Do you hear, you disgusting old man?!

I waited 20 years...

But it was worth it!

Get out of here, you stupid old man!

Out! Out of here!

Take it!

Take it!

Take it!

Davi!

Anybody!

Bruno!

Tiago, where are you?

Humberto, me, Anita, Bruno, Mateus and Davi,

the Jewess and Tiago.

Will Tiago come to lunch?

Anita!

Anita! Wait, Anita!

Davi!

Bruno!

Tiago!

The End

Subtitles: Lucas Gabriel