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I told you you could see it.

What do you think you saw?

They're kissing.

That's what the prince and the princess do in the stories.

My grandfather told me.

Then they're commissioning a baby?

-Mustn't they marry first? -Maybe they are married.

You guys are so silly.

This is natural.

They do this because they like each other.

I can't touch you...

But I can.

I love you, Antônio.

-Damn... -Go on, pay up.

I'll buy cachaça.

You're the thief that invaded the estate!

Run, Antônio!

Did you hear that?

-Aren't you enjoying? -It was a gunshot.

I heard nothing.

Were you hit?

Hurry it up, man! Come on!

Hang in there!

MADAM BEJA

-Candinha! Open up! -I'm coming!

-Open up! -At this hour?

I need your help!

I hope you catch the bastard that did this.

We were lucky the bastard didn't catch us.

-And that's the truth. -Here's the Apothecary.

-Fortunato. -Antônio.

-What happened? -Gunshot. It grazed him.

The danger is infection. Bring clean rags and water.

Bring spirits to clean the wound and calm him.

I need you to be strong.

I have to touch the wound, cousin.

Good morning, Beja.

Did you sleep well?

Only those light of heart sleep well.

I sleep only with my demons.

Aren't you scared he'll see that?

He knows I only married him to avoid the brothel or the convent.

Maybe it's time I...

accept what life has given me.

I will marry him, Severina.

And I will be a good wife.

But my heart will always belong to Antônio.

The mines are in poor condition, master.

Each week, they excavate fewer nuggets.

Today, not even this upsets me.

Not after my incredible evening!

Was it that good?

I nearly lost my mind, Juca.

-Nothing like a virgin. -No, no. Beja didn't bleed.

The fiancé beat you to it?

I don't give a shit!

Mounting another's mare still gives pleasure, my friend.

By the way,

did you do as I asked?

I don't like surprises, Mota.

I doubt this will displease you.

For me?

May I mount it?

What good is a horse you cannot mount?

Did you alert the road dragoons?

No one leaves Paracatu on a white horse.

Antônio will be a handful, Candinha.

-He's very stubborn. -An ornery mule.

And he's lost much blood.

If you really are averse to seeking help in Vila Rica, he needs rest.

Take good care of my cousin, Candinha.

Like one of my own.

He's in good hands here.

He can stay as long as he needs.

Call me if he worsens,

whatever the hour.

-Thank you, Fortunato. -You're welcome.

Thank you.

I'll tell you what happened,

but it can't leave this room.

Antônio went after Beja,

and saw things he regrets.

The cherry on top, a bullet.

Poor man.

My friend is a good man.

He doesn't deserve this.

And he doesn't deserve the judgement of the townsfolk.

That's why I'm asking you, Candinha. No one can know.

Not even his family.

Don't worry, Valdo.

As with all that happens in this tavern, Antônio's secret dies here.

Thank you.

Now excuse me. Things need doing.

Do you like the color?

It was my idea.

It's not Noah's dove,

but a white horse can signify peace, as well.

I gave my purity to God,

but now I owe respect to my future husband.

Mota?

Your future husband?

The Magistrate only wishes his other women had been like that:

Respectful.

What are you on about?

My angel...

there is no Jesus Christ...

without Mary Magdalene.

In Mota's case...

I think it was five, this year. That I recall, at least.

Aren't you the one who told me to resign myself?

Resign, yes...

But believe? Never.

"So am I made to possess months of vanity,

and wearisome nights are appointed to me."

Job 7:3.

Mota calls you his fiancée,

but he sees you as mere entertainment!

So what?

He thinks himself a stud,

but is instead a chicken that lays golden eggs!

Now that fills me with pride for Antônio.

It was about time he began to invest himself into politics.

That's why he remained in Vila Rica,

discussing the elections.

I only returned to keep watch on the farm, Colonel.

Valdo,

mark my words:

Antônio will be one of the appointed deputies to represent Brazil

in the courts of Lisbon.

I believe so.

Just one thing: Why did Antônio not tell me?

I was worried.

I thought he'd gone after Beja.

Col. Sampaio,

I guarantee you this:

Beja is dead to Antônio.

-One day, they'll catch you. -Angélica!

Angélica!

Valdo guarantees that Antônio no longer cares for Beja.

You see? He didn't go after the harlot!

Even if he had, it would have been for naught.

Beja was here, looking for him.

No one can suspect that bitch came here!

I pitied her.

Her dress was torn, she was bruised...

Your pity means nothing to her, you fool!

Rejoice!

Enjoy your luck and take Antônio already!

Beja is no longer a threat.

You must eat, Antônio.

I need to go home.

Hey.

See?

You've lost too much blood.

I don't wish to trouble you anymore.

It's no trouble.

And you will heal fast.

If what you saw there didn't kill you,

then this won't kill you, either.

Valdo shouldn't have told you a thing.

I know what it's like to have your dreams destroyed by someone.

Or do you think I dreamt of being a whore my whole life?

-Thank you, but I'm fine. -You can't be fine.

Unless your heart is made of stone.

And I know it's not.

You're a good man, Antônio.

You care about people and you look after them.

And you had love, immense love...

inside your heart.

And, after all that's happened, all that remains is a hole.

As if someone tore your skin and ripped out your heart...

and took away all that was inside it.

It's alright to cry, Antônio.

Stagnant water is no good.

It's poisonous.

And it corrodes us from within.

And the tears,

they clean our sight.

They air out your thoughts.

They cleanse the soul.

Cry, man.

Cry.

-Nothing yet? -Relax!

They only speak of the mines!

My God, how he steals from the king.

-Wait! -What?

It's a woman's letter.

Demanding him to wed her.

The father wasn't lying.

Your future husband has a fiancée.

So he was going to leave me as soon as he had another?

And what will you do?

I'll collect golden eggs.

I don't understand.

I will become the richest,

most powerful woman of these backlands.

Put the letter back,

so he doesn't know we read it.

Did you like the horse?

Almost as much of a stallion as you, my dear.

Imagine.

You're the one that rides really well.

A woman needs much more than that to be wife of a man of your caliber.

-Like what? -So many things...

Dresses, for instance. One must avoid sameness.

And the same with jewelry.

The wife of the King's Magistrate must reflect his power.

Don't worry, I'll sort that.

I must also learn how to carry myself like a dame.

Imagine if they mock me at court!

You'll take me to the king's events, no?

Yes! Of course.

If I must.

Well, then...

you don't want me acting like a commoner in full view of them all.

Imagine if I let it slip

that you kidnapped me and killed my grandfather.

Here, this will help.

I knew you were a man of your word, honey.

And you'll deliver all that you promised when you asked my hand.

Right?

Eliseu.

Who gave you permission to enter?

I am merely doing my job.

You are out of line.

Out, the two of you. Out.

Do you want to be fired?

My master is Col. Botelho.

I will complain to my father.

This is outrageous.

A foreman doing what you're doing. Go shovel cow shit.

You may complain to me.

This foreman has been promoted to Estate Administrator.

This is absurd! I'm off to Vila Rica right away,

I need a word with my father!

Col. Botelho went to court to handle political affairs.

Then I'll go to court! Bring the carriage, Eliseu.

You can't travel. You've blown your allowance.

I know the money I have.

If you'd only read your father's letter

you'd know I was put in charge of your assets.

And speaking of assets,

your carelessness with them is visible.

Easy. Let me...

Let me help.

Thank you.

It's okay. I've got it, Candinha.

-Easy! -Leave it.

Enough!

Sorry.

It's just...

I disobeyed my parents.

I ignored everyone, and Beja went with the Magistrate of her own will.

Maybe you needed to hear it from her.

I almost died for that woman.

Worse yet,

I was almost an assassin.

Imagine if I'd shot the king's Magistrate!

I've never been so humiliated.

-And besides the hate, there's shame. -Beja should be ashamed.

It makes me want to disappear from here.

Disappear!

If I had a man like you,

to put a ring on my finger,

I'd go with you wherever you pleased.

I'd leave this life and marry you.

In a heartbeat.

For the roof and the food.

Thank you.

Antônio.

It doesn't matter what they did to you,

you are not less of a man.

A baby calf lost in a den of sly old foxes, Sampaio!

Why didn't you ask me to accompany your son to Vila Rica?

Good God! This is horseshit!

And why didn't Genoveva come, brother?

Ceci,

a woman leaves the house three times in life:

To baptize,

to marry, and to be buried.

But let's get back to what matters:

I will grab your son by the arm,

and I will show him how a man cuts his path through the bushes.

With my support, that brat will be elected as deputy.

Our son will be grateful, Felizardo.

Then send someone to bring that rascal from Vila Rica!

This is urgent, Sampaio!

Politics is serious business!

With that, I must agree, Felizardo.

I know! I'm always right.

What if another candidate shows up and the colonels love the man?

That will not be, uncle.

Antônio!

-You're back. -My son!

We were just speaking of you.

What's this? Are you hurt?

I tumbled off my horse.

My God.

But come, sit. Eat with us.

First, I must speak to my father and my uncle, alone, yes?

You shouldn't have humiliated yourself like that, my son.

I needed to end that business, father.

And it is ended.

Beja is no longer in my life.

-All I care for is politics. -That's right!

Now I can see your future as a deputy!

Sampaio, your son needs a wife, now!

Single men aren't trustworthy.

Wed the boy.

And I'll get the colonels together like cattle.

I'm sorry, father.

I should not have disobeyed you.

That's okay, my son.

If this trek has given clarity to your mind, then you are forgiven.

And listen,

don't worry about your uncle.

I have a wife for you.

My journey was long...

I must rest.

-Will you excuse me? -Of course, son.

Now tug on that little tail.

Yes!

You're doing well, Beja!

Everyone should learn to read and to write.

It's good you're taking the opportunity, my dear.

Severina, if you couldn't read...

I'd have never known that Mota has other fiancées.

Well, now you'll be a savvy woman,

not just someone to be wed and to deliver a child.

Almost no one reads it.

Indeed.

Some are afraid of the royal guard,

others don't want Brazil emancipated.

Our words are lost in the wind, literally.

How do we fix this?

I don't know.

If only these words would meet someone capable of changing things.

How great that our son has sent another letter.

There, it's done.

The stroke of your brush is increasingly adept, my love.

Josefa,

why not start signing your paintings?

He already died ages ago.

I promised Mr. Gilmar I'd never do such a thing to his son.

I never liked that your first husband took all the credit.

The talent has always been yours!

Who would buy paintings from a woman?

A black woman, no less.

I would buy them, my love.

These people already dislike us,

imagine what would happen if I dared to sign my works.

We mustn't listen to these fools.

-You have... -Zé.

Mr. Gilmar was always very kind to me.

I won't hurt him like that, especially in his old age.

If my father-in-law still breathes, nothing changes.

It perplexes me that you've been married to a dead body to this day!

I love you.

-I'll help! For a muffin. -Leave, Honorato!

Get lost.

Look at that.

Much better than the muffin.

Thank you, My God!

Carminha, wait!

What is it, Honorato?

It's nothing.

-Get lost, pervert! -Wait. You forgot this.

Thank you.

I just wanted to say I love the filling.

I really love your filling.

You degenerate!

Get away from that window, girl!

I'm watching the storm, mother.

What for?

Do you think the lightning will spawn a prince for you?

Even if he did, he'd run away, because just look at you!

You're so full!

God forgive you.

See? Now you've got a cold.

God, give me patience.

Not patience, give me health.

Give me those soaked clothes, I'll bring you a blanket.

What's wrong, honey? You're so pale!

It looks like the end of days.

The end of days would be catching pneumonia at your age

and only healing at mine.

Can you imagine? Old and single?

God protect you.

Listen, go along and get dressed. I'll bring you some hot tea.

Beja, this is Madame Constance.

She has come from Vila Rica,

to transform you into the dame you wish to be.

Now go!

Mademoiselle Beja,

the fingers must be the farthest limit of grossness

when it comes to the touch of a lady.

Repulsive why?

Un tour, s'il vous plaît.

Très belle.

But we have a lot of work ahead, Monsieur Mota.

Nothing quite so impossible for Madame Constance.

And neither for me, madam.

I'm anxious to learn.

Madame.

Madame.

Madame Constance.

Enchanté.

Madame Constance will also teach you a few European customs.

Bien sûr.

Then, we begin tomorrow.

Well, are you ready?

I don't know about you, ma'am, but I'm nervous.

My first lesson, in front of the guests?

It's not a lesson, it's un petit test.

I wish to evaluate you.

Putting aside all your beauty, you cannot misbehave in front of others.

My beauty never helped with anything.

It was always a burden.

You must know what I mean, lovely as you are.

Vous ette intelligente.

If you can use your brain...

in tandem with your beauty,

the world will be yours.

I used to want to see the world, but now I miss my old Araxá.

I was once like you.

Young.

Lovely.

Insecure.

I thought my heart would know what is true.

I don't believe in my heart anymore.

It's been shattered.

Very good.

Because we're done speaking of emotions.

Make no mistake,

changing is going to destroy you.

Take everything,

everything you can...

from Monsieur Mota.

Take from him, and whomever you can.

The only thing that gives power to a woman...

is money.

Why are you telling me this, madam?

Does he not pay you?

I've been in your position before.

I can help you.

If you wish it.

Gentlemen!

This is Beja,

the loveliest woman of Paracatu!

-Wow! -My, she's gorgeous!

It's a pleasure to meet you.

Make yourselves at home.

"The spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak."

Matthew 26:41.

"Pray that you may not enter into temptation."

Matthew 26:41.

What a coincidence, Father!

Très bien, ma chère.

A cassock cannot hide one's wantonness.

Good, never bow your head. Jamais!

Monsieur Mota, won't you introduce us to your friend?

Mais certainement, Madame Constance.

This is Tenório Madeira,

one of Vila Rica's most influential politicians.

Mota was not exaggerating when he described your charm.

She is like a nymph enshrouded in a silver mist.

Nymphs do not exist.

What? They don't!

I thank you for the kind words anyway.

Well, she learns fast.

Monsieur Mota, would you like to discuss a few things regarding Beja?

-Certainement! -Yes, please.

And very unlike a nymph, I am real.

Flesh and bone.

As real as that lovely emerald.

Today...

Beja will learn to have men à vos pieds

But I know how to eat a banana.

"For where two or three are gathered together in my name,

there am I in the midst of them."

How many days will you be gone?

Few.

But don't worry.

Father Melo Franco offered to look after you.

Isn't that so?

-With pleasure, my friend. -You needn't trouble him.

I have Severina and Madame Constance, I will not be alone.

Monsieur Mota,

Beja and I have much work to do.

When you return, you'll be surprised

-with your new fiancée. -Très bien.

Severina.

Prepare my bath, please. I'll be right there.

Good night, Father. No need to trouble yourself.

I'm very much accompanied.

"Those who live by the sword shall die by the sword."

Matthew 26:52.

Good night, Beja.

That father is repulsive.

It's disgusting what some men do in the name of God.

No, no. Not so tight, Madame.

But it's quite necessary, Beja.

The breasts are risen up, the way men like.

But I like them like this, loose and free.

I hate feeling out of breath.

Très bien, ma chère.

Your wishes come first, always.

The colonel is here, Beja.

You're the one that's loyal.

I like looking after you.

I don't have to guess where your pain resides.

Your skin is my skin.

I had it made to match the ring.

They are dazzling, Col. Tenório!

On his desk?

With his wife?

All that was Mota's is now mine.

I don't belong to Mota.

I belong to no one.

-Understand? -But I've paid, in advance.

And you will get your payment's worth.

What?

Yes, of course.

What are we doing here, Maria?

Antônio's always out in meetings, day and night.

I am no fool.

He must be basking in the tavern.

As men do.

Angélica, you never learn, do you?

Do you want to marry him or not?

-It's what I want the most in life. -Then wake up, you fool!

It's obvious, Angélica!

If Antônio is never out of there, then he's coming to see someone special.

You're talking about Beja.

This is where I left the harlot after she came to the estate.

If he's here, then it's for her.

But it's been months since she was left there, she could be gone.

We'll know it now.

So, Honorato?

-Speak. -Yes...

Antônio is indeed in there.

But not Beja, because as I've said a hundred times,

-she was taken by force... -Alright, Honorato, alright!

Here, go drink your coin.

-Then I shall drink. -Go! Go drink.

Easy there!

-What now? -Now you go grab your husband.

Before another woman does.

I am a loyal man, to my one and only.

And you belong to me alone.

Beja...

I hate drunk men.

I've never seen him like this.

Disgusting! Drop him here!

Angélica.

Take that filthy dress off!

And get in bed!

Hurry, Angélica!

Angélica, look.

Look after him.

If he vomits laying like that, you'll be a widow before you marry.

Do you understand?

Then go!

What on Earth?

My God!

The stables would be more appropriate for all that.

Then that's where you hide your fiancées?

-Leave! -Excuse me.

Shall I shoot your breasts?

Or your face?

What do you think, Father?

I don't know how I've survived so long without ever being...

this close to you.

I see only beauty in you.

Love...

I see it only in your eyes.

And on your body...

is where I seek to lay.

-What the hell is this? -Dear Lord!

My God!

Son!

-What have you done to Angélica? -My girl!

My daughter, he touched my daughter, my God!

Take everything! Dresses, jewels, everything!

I almost gave in!

I treated you better than you ever deserved!

Now you will learn to serve me!

However I want,

whenever I want!

You are nothing but something I own!

And no more than that!

A thing!

My daughter, good God!

-Did he touch you? -Didn't I tell you they were in bed?

I told you!

Ceci, notify the father.

Antônio and Angélica are marrying as soon as possible.