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- Real love is rare. - Ready, set...

Even rarer is real friendship.

Three, four...

Especially between two men.

- Six... - Between them,

friendship is not the unshakeable fortress they like to boast about.

- Is everything all right? - It was just a bad dream.

Unlike women, whom men see as beings who exist solely to serve him,

another man is always a challenge.

Here. Take a little.

If you don't try, you'll never know.

Especially João, who I've known since we were little boys.

I didn't want to leave things like this.

Then don't, Antônio. Find him.

Talk man to man.

Or rather, friend to friend.

Fighting over women is silly.

I'll try, Valdo.

I'm going to try.

When two men can't see the cracks in their fortresses,

they believe that their friendship has no cracks.

There's no point in this fight.

We've always been friends.

I'm sorry for everything.

Only if you apologize to me too.

Even as kids, we never fought like this.

We were both manipulated. And by a woman.

They blame the woman.

As if she were the fire capable of destroying their castles.

When it's the weakness of men that corrodes everything.

MADAM BEJA

"And so is the friendship of the protagonists of this story."

Severina.

Why didn't you show me this before?

I never thought it would interest you.

- Your story is wonderful. - I only write about what I see.

Men don't disguise anything.

They're never what they think they are.

But putting on paper what everyone pretends not to see...

That's talent, Severina.

A talent that all of Araxá needs to know about.

What are you talking about?

I'm saying that the people of this village

can benefit from the book you're writing.

A book? It's just a bunch of scribbles, Beja.

Words that I put down on paper to clear my head.

Scribbles or not, you have an excellent first chapter.

I'm not waiting for you to finish it in order to publish this.

But I never imagined anyone reading this.

Well, I do. And I already know how I'm going to make it happen.

Madam Beja.

What? Wasn't it enough that you took away my farm?

- Do you come to laugh at my misfortune? - How long are you going to moan?

You could be on your parents' farm.

I'd much rather rent a room in this dump than put up with the smell of cow shit.

And money?

You like it. Don't you?

I've come to make you an offer.

Is this a novel?

Signed by "A".

Who is this author?

Someone from outside Araxá.

But the important thing...

is that you're going to publish it in your newspaper.

I don't take orders from women. Much less from a harlot.

But you accept money.

I know your father took control of your money.

You must be in dire straits, but I can put an end to it.

As long as you publish the chapters I send you...

in your newspaper.

Good boy.

I may be jumping the gun, cousin.

It's just that I don't have much experience in this.

Before Angélica I'd only had sex with...

I know. With her.

With whores.

And it's different.

I don't know. Angélica is always distant.

She's cold.

- Could it be an illness? - Have you noticed anything else?

She's sleeping more than usual.

At least more than she used to.

She cries a lot too.

- Angélica might be melancholic. - Black bile?

- Do you think we need the priest's help? - It could be temporary.

Wait a second. I'll be right back.

How are you, Antônio?

I'm fine, and you?

I'm great.

Now my will rules over everything and everyone.

Hi, Beja.

Just a second. I'll be done with Antônio soon.

It's a mixture of herbs.

Make some strong tea and let me know.

- Tea. - Fine.

Thank you.

What about you, Beja? What are you looking for?

Horseradish, mushroom, cardamom, black pepper, mint, truffle, peanuts.

- Which will you have this time? - All of them.

So the ones I brought you worked?

I made some drinks for Estate of Jatobá.

By the way, when are you going to come and visit?

I've been very busy. As you can see.

Did you take my advice with the girl?

More or less.

If you want more herbs, I can get them for you.

The Estate of Jatobá will always need them.

- Thank you, my friend. - You're welcome.

I didn't come to argue.

- I came to apologize. - For competing for me like a trophy?

Don't let it happen again.

Of course.

I got carried away by what I feel.

Affection. Respect. Friendship.

That's how I feel about you. And I hope you feel the same about me.

I don't love you. But I don't want to lose your friendship.

You'll never lose my friendship.

Your Excellency, I've decided to offer myself

to fill the seat you're vacating.

Don't forget that I've already put myself forward.

And I'm more than ready to take on the job.

Januário...

- Have you collected the names? - Yes, sir.

And I'm going to call together the men of the parish.

Gentlemen.

Let the person with the most votes sit here.

Excuse me.

After your performance in this process.

The position of judge can only be yours.

Zefa, Costa Pinto is an influential man.

And white. We've already talked about that.

But he didn't beat you in court.

Zé, this is not the time to lose heart.

We have to keep fighting, always believing.

How do you explain the difference in the number of oxen?

Strange. I checked all this with Valdo.

Before or after the binge?

You're no longer single. You're an elected politician.

It's past time you got your head together.

I should be doing my job as a deputy. And not checking the number of oxen.

Then move to the Capital with Angélica.

You'd be closer to your colleagues. You'd make new connections.

I don't know.

Angélica's been down. Can you imagine being away from everyone she knows?

- I don't know, Dad. - Son...

Women are like that.

They take a while to get used to life's changes.

Marriage for them is a huge change...

Angélica?

- Honey. - Angélica.

- Angélica? - What happened?

Well, we were just sanding the silverware

and, suddenly, she collapsed.

Could it be food poisoning? Or the heat we're having these days?

- I will call your cousin. - Okay.

- Angélica? - She's breathing.

- I'll take her to our room. - Good idea.

She's been eating a lot more.

She threw up yesterday after dinner.

Has your period come yet?

- Pregnant? - Everything suggests so, uncle.

But I'd wait a while to confirm.

My first grandchild!

Antônio.

Aren't you happy, my son?

Yes, I am, dad.

It's just...

How do you prepare to be a father?

Growing up, Antônio.

Can I see my wife now?

Later. I gave her some tea and she slept.

- Everything's fine with her and my son? - Yes.

But get used to it, Antônio.

Pregnant women are fragile. Angélica will need you a lot.

- Dad. - Oh, my God.

I'm going to have a child.

A child...

Dad!

A child!

Poor Antônio. How serious is Angélica's condition?

It's just the miracle of life happening.

It's so common that we don't even notice it.

These things really do happen. Damnit!

- Are you fine? - Yes, I am.

- What do we do now? - This cart has bogged down again.

Fuck.

- What can I do? - No.

Mr. Apothecary won't do anything. I'll sort it out.

I need some wood.

Hold tight, because the cart swing.

Okay.

Just a second.

Go.

- Is that it? - I think we can go now.

Excuse me.

- This cowboy life isn't easy. - Yes.

Is he there?

- Are you sure? - Yes.

No sign of Antônio in the saloon. You can rest easy.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Good evening.

Welcome to Estate of Jatobá.

It's time to find out

who the lucky man of the evening will be.

Severina, it's so lovely to see Beja performing.

She's so different. She's so strong.

Your job is just to walk around, Olivia.

It's the money from the drinks that supports us.

- Right. - And also the girls.

Including you.

I'm sorry. It won't happen anymore.

Are you ready for an Arabian night, Colonel?

Just tell me where the genie in the lamp is.

I already know what to ask for.

I have a price. And it's very expensive, Colonel.

For Madam Beja,

I'll pay anything.

Turn around, and take off your clothes.

I have impure thoughts, Father.

I don't know what else to do.

But what kind of thoughts?

I don't have the courage to tell you.

As long as they're inside my head, it's as if they're not real.

Well, men have their needs.

No, Father. What I feel is not normal.

I can only be taken over by the devil. I need help.

We are human.

We are flawed.

One thing is certain: God never abandons his children.

- He'll abandon me if He sees everything. - No.

The Lord only sends us crosses that we can carry, Fortunato.

I'm scared, Father.

Don't be afraid, son.

Pray the "Our Father" every day and God will hear you.

Is that all?

Isn't that too little for my sin?

It's not the size of the sin that counts. It's your faith.

Go in peace, my son.

May God be with you.

Who's the colonel now?

It's you.

Get on all fours. Like a horse.

What's a horse for?

To carry us on its back.

So, how do we get the horse to start walking?

We use the whip.

If you neigh again, I'll put the blinders.

- Okay. - Got it?

What a weak horse.

That's not what my wife says.

Mrs. Genoveva. What do you know?

She compliments you in bed, Colonel?

Genoveva.

She's dry as a bone.

I'm talking about the other one.

Does the colonel have a mistress?

She's not a mistress.

She's my wife.

With children and everything.

- I'm glad you're awake. - Am I ill?

No. You're not ill.

You're pregnant.

So...

I've managed to be the wife you deserve?

I can't believe it.

Soon we'll have a child of our own in our arms.

So what?

How long will our lives be shaped only by the will of white people?

Is it really necessary for me to travel in a tie?

Be quiet, man.

You can't arrive in Vila Rica

to sort out the details of becoming a judge dressed like a beggar.

- Are you not taking me? - What for?

- To embarrass myself? - Mom.

Honey...

The Sampaio farm is very nice. They're very welcoming.

You'll be fine there.

And take the opportunity to learn how to behave with Angélica.

Let's go. We need to drop you off before we hit the road.

At last my brother-in-law has set foot in the tavern.

- The food is decent during the day. - Unlike at night.

Let me serve you, Colonel.

Here we go. It helps to conform.

To conform?

With Costa Pinto as judge? Not even with all the brandy.

I'm sure he's a pleasant friend, but he's a terrible professional.

He has to take a swipe at this novel that's going around.

Yes, pure nonsense.

It's utter bullshit.

Where have you ever seen a man being bossed around by his wife?

The author of this novel must be an invert.

It must be banned!

Did the colonel who was in Vila Rica

see anything like this there?

No, not in the periodicals. I didn't see it anywhere.

Look, Colonel, I've already spoken to Botelhinho.

I told him to stop.

But the idiot accepted payment in advance for all the chapters.

And who paid?

Guess who.

Beja, you look like you haven't eaten for days.

I worked a lot and I slept late.

Were you able to rest?

I slept like a log.

Let's talk about what matters. The first chapter of your novel is a success.

I'm afraid they'll find out it was written by me.

Signed by "A"? It could be anyone.

In fact, not everyone cares about "A", right, Severina?

Do you think Botelhinho will continue publishing?

If he refuses, he won't be able to pay me back.

He's probably already spent almost everything.

Should I be more subtle from now on?

No.

You should go deeper. Expose the wound.

There's no one better than you to show how hypocritical men are.

It hurts to write. Remembering everything I've been through.

There's nothing more liberating than letting go of the pain of the past.

It's a beautiful day. Let's enjoy the sun.

There are a lot of bad people in this world.

But there are a lot of people who love you.

When you met me,

I was about to be burned alive, do you remember?

Yes, I do.

But today you're here.

Alive.

And you're dying to get into that waterfall.

Wasn't it you who taught me when we need to protect ourselves

and when we need to let go?

Wasn't it?

I said that because you never know when to protect yourself.

There's no one here at this time of day.

You're beautiful.

- Beja! - We're free!

I am free!

"The younger friend ran away alone to the edge of the river.

He sat down on a rock and stared at the water.

That's when the tears came down with the violence of the current."

Father Aranha?

Good morning, my children. Welcome.

That bell has brought new life to the village. Don't you think so?

Yes.

This Mass is for good people.

Come back at the stray hour.

Mrs. Ceci, you're not in charge in God's house.

Ceci, please. Let's sit down.

Yes, go ahead. I'm about to start Mass.

Father, Angélica can't be upset.

She's pregnant.

Please forgive me. But there's a child involved.

Did you give up Mass?

I've been expelled.

For the sake of a child who hasn't even been born yet.

Antônio is going to be a father.

You need to let go of this man. He only harms you.

I've already let go.

We're just friends.

In fact, I'm so happy for my friend that I'm going to express my happiness.

- With a surprise. - What's going through your head?

Your parents were right to leave you here.

After Angélica's wedding, Maria really needs company.

I appreciate the welcome, Mrs. Ceci.

But I wish I'd gone to Vila Rica.

What for, Carminha? You have everything you need here in Araxá.

Angélica, would you like some more guava jam?

Are you all right, Angélica?

It must be the nausea starting.

They say that the best remedy for...

Who are you to give advice on this, Genoveva?

You've never been able to give my brother a child.

And you shouldn't keep your arm out.

- No one has to look at this. - Family...

Family is the most important thing we have in life.

You'll understand it now since you're going to be a father.

I always knew, dad.

Excuse me.

Colonel Sampaio.

They sent this to Antônio.

To me?

- Did you order anything, sonny? - No.

What beautiful clothes. Look.

- Did you embroider these, Angélica? - It's probably a supporter's gift.

"To the parents-to-be, my most sincere congratulations"...

Angélica?

It must have been a mistake.

Don't worry, dad. I'll sort it out.

Come back later. The Estate of Jatobá hasn't opened yet.

I didn't come to have fun in your brothel.

- I came because you need to hear me. - Girls, to your rooms.

Listen to what? May I know?

Don't ever bother my wife again. Or my family.

Know your place.

What place?

The place of a deceived woman?

Yes...

You've lied to me all my life, Antônio.

You said we were going to get married. Have children.

Be happy.

What's my fault if you're not a woman to have at home?

You're just the one who goes to bed with a different man every night.

And you think I believe that you only lie with Angélica?

I'm a man. I can.

And why is that?

Because men are the pillars of the family.

And family is something you'll never have.

You're just a little girl lost in a cemetery.

So why do you keep coming after me?

You come because you can't control this barefoot girl.

You come because my freedom provokes you.

I'm an enigma that you can't decipher.

You don't know me, Beja.

I know you so much, Antônio.

It's enough for me to look into your eyes

and long for your mouth on mine,

and you'll fall apart.

This man...

He's just a withdrawn little boy.

Who throws himself into a river with all his clothes on.

When, deep down, he just wants to fly.

And I can make you fly.

I can't.

I can't. My wife is pregnant.

Not being able to is so different from not wanting to.

And you want to, Antônio. I know you want to.

- The old Antônio no longer exists. - He exists.

And he is still the same.

Keeping his head down, doing what he's told.

Imitating men who create rules they don't follow.

- What are you talking about? - Your family!

Hypocritical and two-faced people!

Your uncle Felizardo, for example.

He arrogates morals.

But he keeps two wives.

My God.

You only tell lies.

Two wives, Antônio.

Try to find out and you'll see that I'm not lying.

He even has children with the other one.

It's an affront for this miss to have a trousseau delivered.

"Miss", Sampaio?

Miss?

Well, I'd better get going. But the trip will be short.

Just enough time to arrange the sale of a few head of cattle.

Tomorrow I'll be back to pick up Genoveva.

If Ceci doesn't kill her first, right?

Felizardo.

I'm just kidding, fella.

Family is sacred.

See you later.

Are you sure you want to do this?

I can't...

Antônio and I have always talked about children...

About dreams, about plans.

Antônio always wanted to be a father, Severina.

And I want to be a mother.

I'm going to be a mother.

I'm going to be the mother of Antonio's child.

Yes, I am.

"Then he felt that woman's gaze weigh on him.

How could he be capable of betraying their history,

their love, the dreams they had dreamt together?

In front of everyone, however,

he continued to wear the mask of righteousness.

For hypocrisy is man's strongest armor."

My uncle really does have another family.

There's no doubt about it.

What if they find out we've gone out?

Do you want to know what happens at Jatobá’s or not?

Yes, I do. I dreamt it was like a circus,

with people spiting fire, elephants and...

If it was a circus, it was innocent.

Which Estate of Jatobá is not.

Now go on, put that cover on.

Maria, do we really need to ask for his help?

Especially him?

I can't see, it's too far.

Go on, man, get in.

I want to know everything that happens in there, okay?

I want to know if my paycheck is up, okay?

Of course it's up. We gave our word. Now go.

Go quickly.

- Just go. - Take it easy.

There are girls serving drinks.

But men can't touch the girls, not even Beja.

Because for Beja, only those she allows can touch her.

Tell it again. From the beginning.

Then the payment will have to be doubled.

There you go. Your manioc dumplings.

Great, I love it.

It's been a while. It really has.

It's very good.

When will I see you again?

- From the window? - The pineapple juice wasn't in the deal.

Have a manioc dumpling. To make up for it.

There's only one left.

We'll split it.

Me first.

I was waiting for you.

Shouldn't you be at home with your wife?

I learned it from my dear uncle.

Family at home and fun on the street.

- Or is it the other way around? - Are you drunk yet?

In fact, what I'm tired of is your hypocrisy.

Look at the way you talk to me.

You forced me to have a family.

But, curiously, you don't care about yours.

What fault is it of mine that Genoveva bore no children?

But the other one did. Didn't she?

What do you mean?

I saw her at the picnic with you. And she wasn't an ordinary woman.

It was a wife. The second one.

What a beautiful family, uncle. With children and everything.

You don't understand anything, Antônio.

A man has to spread his fruit. Genoveva is dry as a bone.

You'll never again tell me what I should or shouldn't do.

Who will be chosen

for a night of pleasure...

- Give me a chance. - ...with Madam Beja?

You're right.

It's time to do what I want.

And I want to go up with you.

So what now?

What do we do?

Now we fly.