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Calm down.

-The baby inside me has nothing to... -That child is a fruit of your sins!

Your wickedness!

You know very well I did not make this child alone!

Antônio was under a spell.

That child is a fruit of seduction,

-the spell you've cast on him! -Antônio laid in bed with me

with full and perfect knowledge of what he wanted!

And you're a witness,

he and I always loved each other, ever since we were children.

Even as a child,

you were always disheveled, walking around barefoot.

Like a witch.

A fatherless girl.

Daughter of a crazy woman.

What about you?

Who's your father?

Who's your mother?

Are you sure your mother wasn't crazy, too?

I'll kill you!

I'll kill you, Beja!

Why are you doing this?

You stole my husband!

You did that first!

And you lied for it!

If you hadn't lied that you married him back when I came searching for Antônio,

none of this would be happening!

You don't understand.

I did it out of love.

-All of it. -I do. Of course I understand!

I did it all out of love, too!

Even this child inside me.

You killed my child, Beja.

You killed my baby.

Do you think killing my baby will make it all better?

Do you?

Do you think Antônio will love you if you kill me?

I put my life in the hands of that man.

None of this is your fault, nor mine.

I know it's hard,

but when we're girls, we're raised to poison ourselves with guilt,

to bear what is unbearable,

to hold on for so long, until we can't any longer.

But enough! Enough!

You're not a girl anymore.

It's time to become a woman.

That is what men fear the most.

-I did everything for him. -I know.

I did all of it. Everything.

It's time you do everything only for yourself.

Only for yourself.

MADAM BEJA

I'm surprised to see you here, Antônio.

It's been some time since your confession.

So much has happened, Father.

I've erred with my family and my wife.

And I've erred with myself.

There are those who cannot recognize their mistakes,

but you have taken the first step.

But I don't know how to correct them, Father.

Angélica lost our child because of me and I threw myself at Beja's feet.

It was her, Father.

It was Beja that led me astray.

Unfortunately, my child,

God cannot erase what you have already done.

But one thing is certain,

He can help you make better choices in what remains of your life.

Choices?

Beja makes me lose reason, Father.

I've once admired her pull.

The power she's had since we were young to make me question things,

to challenge the world and challenge the rules, but...

that is wrong.

It's the devil's bidding, not God's.

What you attribute to the devil,

are simply the flaws of our own humanity.

To err,

that is part of our nature,

and so it is with our passions.

Now,

it's up to no one but ourselves

to dominate them.

How do I say "no" to the only person that makes me feel alive?

The truth is that...

Good God.

I love Beja more than anything.

I'm going out, to take your great-grandson's clothes

off to the tree, where I'll be burying them.

Look after your great-grandson.

Look after our little angel.

It was her.

The harlot.

Grandmother...

Grandmother Lueji, help me.

Help me keep that snake away from me.

Help me keep that whore away from my family before she ruins it all.

Before she makes me destroy it all.

Please.

You were so exhausted.

I let you sleep in and went to buy vegetables.

-I never thought... -It's alright.

The worst has passed.

She lost her head.

I must go.

-We'll take you. -No.

They think I'm resting in my room.

And I want to be alone for a bit.

To think.

To rethink my entire life.

I want a three-meter-long train in fine French lace, if mother allows it!

If mother doesn't allow it,

then daddy will allow it, my pumpkin.

Daddy, it makes me uncomfortable that you see me dressed like this.

-Isn't it bad luck? -Daddy has seen mommy wearing that dress

entering the church, my love.

I'm so proud of you, baby.

-If you want me gone, I'll go. -Then go, Costa Pinto.

Men have no say on a bride's dress.

I'll leave if you promise me

that you'll give her this so called French lace.

We must first make sure there'll be enough of it for the dress.

Because covering all that excessive health and meat...

Augusta.

Well, to me,

my love,

you are the loveliest...

The loveliest bride this village has ever seen.

Daddy loves you.

Some fathers are blind.

And deaf.

If only he were also a mute.

Can you believe

that Carminha is engaged?

I'm overjoyed!

My heart is beating more than a window during a storm!

And I know you're all overjoyed, too!

I love you as much as you love me!

That's beautiful, father-in-law.

Sometimes I talk to myself. Sometimes.

Old people things.

Pardon.

If you permit me.

Of course.

I, too, am overjoyed with my engagement.

He's talking to you!

It's a pleasure to meet all of you.

I want you to feel comfortable around me, father-in-law.

Of course.

"How, oh, heavens,

shall I gaze upon them steadfastly,

if every flower recalls the loveliness

of the fair cause of all my restlessness?"

Cláudio Manuel da Costa. A great Brazilian poet.

Honorato,

are you really quite sure that you're a bum?

My father-in-law...

My eyes become

all watery,

just from thinking that I will marry the love of my life.

You cry?

Or is it those pesky tears that form in your eyes

when dust falls in them?

Look, father.

I'm essentially crying in front of you,

when I remember I'm Carminha's fiancé.

It's not easy being a sensitive man in today's world, is it?

Let it out, father.

Cry. I'll cry, too.

Let's cry together, come.

Give me a hug.

Let it out.

You're closing the door, Paulo?

What if Angélica calls for me and I don't hear it?

Calm down, Ceci.

Angélica needs rest now.

And you, Antônio, will listen to me.

I should never have neglected to do so.

If you accept me, I would like to come back.

Are you sure?

You've caused enough suffering for this family!

I'm ready.

Ready to be the man you taught me to be.

Thank God, my son!

Thank God. Thank God.

That, I've never witnessed in Araxá.

Two women with pregnancy complications, almost at the same time.

In my case, it was my own doing. I tripped on the stairs.

How is my baby?

He's alright. You can relax.

Just be more careful on the stairs, please.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee;

blessed art thou among women...

My daughter!

Thank St. Dominic! Baby!

-Where did you go dressed like that? -I went to cleanse my soul.

You went after Beja?

We don't speak that name in our home.

Angélica, my sweet angel.

My love, I've lost a grandchild, I can't lose you too!

For the love of God.

Come. Come, you need to rest. You need to rest now.

Your father and Antônio cannot suspect you weren't home.

Come, child.

Help me, St. Dominic.

Beja is possessing my family!

Antônio lost himself to her, so has Angélica,

I don't wish to succumb, my saint!

Too many scandals!

Scandals bring the truth to light, I can't...

I need to get away from that cursed woman. I do.

I'd better marry João already and get out of here.

Forgive me, father.

I can't bear any more missteps.

You can trust me.

Good. Your words relieve me, son.

Are you alright, Maria?

I was just praying.

I'll go see Angélica.

Mother, I need to speak with Angélica alone.

Please.

Alright.

Thank you.

Don't touch me.

I came to ask forgiveness.

I won't accept scraps from you anymore.

I loved you all my life.

I gave you my body.

My heart.

I gave you everything.

And you?

What did you give me?

Neglect.

Betrayal.

The pain of losing a child.

It hurts me, too.

But I'm here.

And we'll have another child.

You already have a child.

You do. In Beja's belly.

Be satisfied with that bastard,

because I'll never again carry a child of yours.

About the two of us, don't you worry,

because I will be an impeccable wife.

I'll be beside you, always smiling,

at the banquet that uncle Felizardo will invite your supporters to.

I'll follow you on every trip,

so that you'll be elected.

So I can please the whole family.

I'll do everything they expect of us.

Outside our four walls, Antônio, you and I will be

a perfect couple.

But in here,

we'll only be two people that share the same bed,

because you will never touch me again.

-Do you understand? -Respect me. I'm a man.

-I am your husband! -You can bed as many women as you want.

I don't care.

But please...

don't humiliate me any further.

Do your part.

I'll do mine.

It's just an agreement,

as any marriage must be.

Isn't that so?

Get that out of here.

It won't do any good, anyway.

I need to talk to you.

We have nothing to talk about.

You're leaving. Carry on with your life, I'll carry on with mine.

-Come to the capital with me. -And your fiancée?

That you never mentioned the entire time you've been here?

You have a commitment.

I shouldn't have hidden that,

but I never felt for her what I did for you.

You're the one I love, Josefa.

The one I want.

Only you.

I know you love me too.

-Let's live far away from here. -Stop saying those things.

You have your life ahead of you. I have my family already.

Only you will make me happy.

Leave me be, Avelino.

When you are near me, my head gets confused,

only my body speaks.

Then let it speak!

I'll wait for you tomorrow.

By the river, before leaving.

Because I know you want to come with me.

You hid under the table ever since you were a child.

I remember.

You're upset. Angélica's upset.

I'm upset.

Everyone is.

I know that's my fault.

Antônio Sampaio taking the blame for something?

It'll rain today.

Maria, I know I haven't been a good brother.

Or a good husband, or a good son.

But I want to be a good father.

What you said about Beja's child is true.

You're the only one who broke the rule.

I confirmed it.

I was so stupid.

If I could go back in time,

I could have avoided so much suffering.

Why do we only learn through pain, my God?

Well, everyone has their crown of thorns, their cross to bear.

But only one person died because of that.

No.

No one else will die.

You can leave the bottles there, I...

I won't leave until we talk.

You can go.

I have nothing to say to you, Antônio.

Beja, I swear,

I will let you go on with your life, and I'll go on with mine.

But first, I need to apologize.

I made a mistake,

when I didn't believe that child was mine.

That is your problem.

It's on your conscience.

Deal with it. Alone.

Because, this child

will bear only my surname, as if you've never even existed.

That is not right.

And who are you to tell me what is right?

Leave.

This is for your baby.

My friend, thank you so much!

So, what's going on?

Tell me.

My life's been turned upside down.

I don't recognize myself.

This never happened to me before.

What happened?

I fell in love.

With Avelino.

What a revolution!

Josefa!

Does he know?

He does.

He wants me to go with him.

He said he'll call off his engagement back at the capital.

Life plays these pranks on us,

to show us and remind us what's truly important to our hearts.

What does your heart want, dear?

My heart?

I have a ton of admiration and respect for Mendonça, but,

the butterflies I felt in my belly when we got married,

they're gone.

I mean,

I feel them now, but only for Avelino.

He makes me feel alive!

Like I'm lit up!

What do I do?

I don't know, honey, but whatever you decide,

I'll support you.

I can't betray my husband.

Or my son, he...

All of this over passion? They don't deserve this.

No passion will erase what you feel for Mendonça, or your son.

But life is made out of new steps, and new memories!

Listen closely. I'll only say it once.

-I have no patience for beginners. -Yes, ma'am.

You posture isn't so bad.

But, please,

don't ever place your elbows on the table!

Yes, hands hover subtly over the table.

Now, we take the fork, and the knife,

so we may begin to cut into the roast.

Excuse me,

if I were the host, as opposed to the guest,

I would cut into the roast over here, on the table,

and with this larger knife.

I mean, I think I would.

Only put in your mouth what fits on your fork.

Or put on the fork what fits in your mouth.

Small portions.

Honorato!

I mean,

Mr. Rodrigo Caldas, Count of Seven Swords,

do you hear me, sir?

Yes, yes, yes. I can hear you, Mrs. Augusta, my apologies.

There's just one little thing about the presentation.

They were inverted.

I mean, I think they were.

Yes. You are right.

It's the servant's fault.

She can't even set the table for an etiquette lesson.

Honorato.

How do you know such things?

"Dear father and mother,

I think about you all the time.

I thought of Maria quite a lot, too.

Especially during the trip.

It was a tiresome route.

On the way back, I will leave ahead of schedule,

so the trip is easier on me, and so I'm rested enough to be wed.

I cannot wait to be married, and to bring Maria to the capital."

See, Maria? Even on the road, marriage has been on João's mind.

Only good news.

Well, I must go back to my lawsuits. Please, excuse me.

Of course, Mr. Mendonça.

-Thank you for reading the letter. -No problem.

Excuse me.

I could teach you to read, Maria. It would be my pleasure.

I thank you, Mrs. Josefa, but my mother doesn't think girls should read.

She wouldn't like it.

I had João in my womb when they painted that one.

You and Mr. Mendonça look so happy on this painting.

I love that painting.

It's as if all the happiness from that time

had been kept away safely within that canvas.

A moment, preserved forever.

Is that possible?

Being happy forever?

I think that happiness manifests in different ways throughout time.

When we are young, it manifests one way,

when we're matured, another.

Are you happy with Mr. Mendonça?

Mendonça is always beside me as a partner.

He's a very special man.

Pardon me, I just came to leave my things,

so I don't have to rush on the way out.

Does your husband not get upset to see you painting?

I mean, does he not miss your attention?

No, he has always supported me. Always.

Excuse me, ladies.

Maria, I think I was very fortunate.

I'm married to a man that wants to see his wife happy.

And so, brothers and sisters, he says:

"Judge not according to the appearance, but judge righteous judgement."

Didn't I say it would work?

No one recognizes him!

All that was needed was cleaning up the poor bum!

Carminha has a fiancé!

A Count, no less!

All I want is to see my father's face

once I'm rich and no longer need his money.

Still talking about those letters?

Did you find out who they belong to?

Let's say I always knew.

Hold him properly, Costa Pinto!

Can't you see the poor devil is slipping?

Each time he breathes, I can smell nothing but pure alcohol!

-Easy, easy! -Alright.

Easy, easy.

Carminha will not marry a bum! She will marry a Count!

Costa Pinto!

This Count will make me rich!

-Carminha! -Maria!

-It's been so long! -Yes!

-Won't you introduce me to your fiancé? -Of course!

This is Rodrigo Caldas, my fiancé. And this is Maria, my great friend.

A pleasure.

That's funny, he...

-He reminds me of someone. -Not possible, dear.

-The Count just arrived from Europe. -Augusta.

Just look at these girls! Who would've thought?

Just yesterday they still played with dolls.

Now they'll marry,

have children and replace their dolls with real babies.

Speaking of babies, Maria,

send my regards to your mother.

Ceci must be exhausted with all the things that are happening.

How did Antônio have the gall to leave his home and his pregnant wife behind?

Angélica lost her child.

Maria!

I was going to ask you not to make any comments,

so people don't gossip around her name.

Of course, perish the thought!

-Every family has its secrets. -Yes.

You may rest assured,

Costa Pinto and I know how to keep our mouths shut.

The thing is, Maria,

your family is always being talked about.

It can be hard to keep things secret.

-Daddy! -I should go.

-Of course. -It was nice to see you.

Likewise.

Daddy, did you have to talk like that? Poor girl!

That girl has been weird ever since she was a kid!

I'm glad she's getting married,

only a husband could sort out that weirdness she carries.

Augusta.

-They'll go on ahead. -Since childhood!

I promise you that we will win this lawsuit.

Alright?

Where would I be without you?

I feared I wouldn't see you after what happened.

But you came.

I'm not going with you.

I made a mistake.

I can't give you children.

That's alright.

-I only need you. -No.

You'll regret it, not creating a family.

Not having a wife your age beside you.

I will never regret loving you.

But I will regret destroying our lives.

Don't do this, Josefa.

I love you.

But I don't love you, Avelino.

If you were mature, you'd know it.

This isn't love.

This was an adventure.

And it ends here.

Sometimes, we must tell a lie,

to protect those we love.

It's easy to deceive yourself with what you see at first glance.

The darkness of night plays with mystery,

it doesn't reveal everything that the morning light shines on.

But the sun,

it can also blind us.

I just have to sort out some documents around the marriage,

but everything else is sorted with Father Aranha.

You can relax.

Not everything that shines is gold.

Not everyone shows themselves as they truly are.

Siá Boa.

Do you trust Fortunato?

And why shouldn't I?

He talked to the priest already.

Have you seen any church allow marriage for whores?

And not always we are willing to see the other as they truly are.

"I had warned my good friend about all of this,

but he claimed I was the one who was blind.

"I almost couldn't believe it, but then I saw proof with my own eyes."

In one of the tales that fascinated and captivated him so...

"...there lay a hidden message for him,

in text, the truth, spelled out with every letter, was laid bare,

that his favorite Author

was, in truth, a woman."

My God.

It can't be!

But that is what's written!

So, then 'A'

is a woman?

A woman?

My God.

How many nights will you take off?

Candinha.

-A bride doesn't lay with anyone! -You're only a bride in your head.

I spoke with Father Aranha.

He knows nothing of it.

-Is this jealousy? -I've always been your friend.

It's past the time I open your eyes.

You said it yourself, Botica seems like he doesn't even fancy women.

No, sir! I'm not staying in that tavern one minute longer!

Candinha is bad-mouthing our marriage.

And where will you go?

I'll stay here!

Here?

Yes! Won't we marry?

Well, I'm just moving things along a little bit!

-Well... -Look at this.

João! My dear friend!

I'm so happy to see you!

Josefa must be ecstatic!

I haven't gone there yet.

If she learns I came here first, I'm dead.

Then let's have some juice!

-You'll only leave once you're fed! -Lovely.

I want to hear about you.

How are you?

I'm great.

We're great.

I'm pregnant, João.

An unexpected surprise, Beja.

Congratulations.

It must have been quite a surprise for Antônio!

-How did he react? -He doubted the child was his.

-But you didn't doubt it. -Not for a second!

How could he?

-Someone must make him grow up. -Life will take care of that.

I hope mine remains far away from him.

Because what matters now

is this child within me,

that I love so, so much.

So you're not together?

If you doubt my words, you don't deserve my love.

You had the gall to doubt Beja?

Again?

Weren't you satisfied?

With doubting her on the harm the Magistrate did?

You don't ask permission to sit with me

or meddle in my life anymore, right?

What's this about?

-She complained to you? -We spoke.

We're friends.

If you came to lecture me, you should ask yourself

how hard it is to live with a woman that lays for money.

If you knew you couldn't handle it, then why did you insist?

Because I don't give up my fights.

Beja isn't a fight.

Neither is the crown you feel owed for being Lueji's grandson.

-Don't mix things up! -You think everyone should do your will!

You think yourself a king.

An heir of noble blood.

-No wonder you defend the monarchy. -I do, because I believe that Dom Pedro,

just like you and me, wants the freedom of the Brazilian people!

I bet if you tell him you're the king of blacks, he'll laugh in your face.

Why are you so angry at me?

I fight for your benefit.

Who are you to decide what is beneficent to me?

This fight is mine, too!

It's also Candinha's! And my parent's fight!

We all know this pain! And this color!

You want to take my place, João?

And Beja's bed, too?

Do you recall you're engaged with my sister?

Or do you think yourself unworthy of a king's sister?

Would you think me mad

if I said I've been thinking about entering politics?

You want to join Antônio?

One who thinks himself a king before crowned

does not rule well when crowned.

Antônio needs no partner.

He needs a good adversary.

You want to be a candidate for the next elections?

I changed my mind,

I'm not going to the capital after marrying.

I'm staying here,

and opposing Antônio.

And staying closer to you.

If you're brave enough to face Lueji's grandson,

then count on me.

I don't work today.

Let's go see some colonels at Desemboque,

-to get some support. -Today?

-But I get married tomorrow! -A business meeting.

I'll return Maria her groom tomorrow.

Maria, the bride only enters after the groom!

Enough! Enough, father, enough! I've waited long enough!

Does anyone know where he is?

I'm sorry, Maria, he had an important work affair last night.

He assured us he'd show up on time, he must almost be here.

-There, see? -He's here!

-Thank God! -He's here!

Thank God.

With Beja?

Damn you!

Damn you!

Not satisfied ruining my brother's wedding,

you came to ruin mine, too?

Maria, relax!

She's only helping me get political support!

I decided to stay here and become a candidate.

-Maria! -No.

Her issue is with me.

I'll sort it with her.

-Father? -Paulo, easy!

-Father! -Paulo!

Are you alright?

You're like a disease that takes over us!

You're like thirst with no water! You're like a night in the cold!

You... And now, this? You've entranced João as well?

He doesn't want to go to the capital because of you!

Can I not be rid of you even by marrying someone?

He and I have nothing together. We're political partners!

You need to understand what you feel and heal that pain.

And you need to disappear from my life.

But you just won't!

You're here all the time, in every last corner!

Even when I close my eyes I can still see you!

I can't stop thinking about your smell.

Or hearing your voice.

You...

You're a witch!

You're the devil made flesh.

I'm so scared. I'm so, so scared.

Why are you afraid of me, Maria?

I'm afraid to know who I am.

Don't touch me.

You make me feel filthy!

Because you are filthy!

You deserve hell on Earth! I wish that upon you!

I wish you hell on Earth, you bitch!

You're filthy!