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The passing of years is like a dream.

YEARS LATER

One day, we all eventually wake up.

We realize how everything we've experienced

in the long night of time,

all of it is far behind us.

Lost in the fog of fading memories.

All the dreams we've sleepwalked through,

no matter how distant they may now seem,

we're only happy when we refuse to give them up.

Damned liberals.

They did not rest until they managed to make that little boy an Emperor,

and all of it for power.

We, conservatives, must act.

Letting a dream die is like forgetting who you are.

It's a half-existence.

Our dreams are what set fire to our hearts.

Pardon the delay, mother.

Angélica, have you lost your mind?

Meeting your lover in broad daylight?

To have a lover, I'd need to have a proper wedding first.

Besides,

I would have to lay with said men.

I don't want to.

The compliments suffice.

They're fun enough.

Instead of trying to control my body, ma'am, you should control your drinking.

What? I'm just having some tea.

With a good bit of cachaça.

Don't let your son notice it.

Dreams fulfill the emptiness within us that nothing else can occupy.

They quench the thirst, sate the hunger of the soul.

When we share a dream with another, it holds us together,

united in the same goals.

Beja.

We've been together for 17 years.

I helped you raise your daughter, Antônio's daughter.

Then we had our own daughter.

I know I've asked this before, but...

Will you marry me?

No.

No, no. That's not it.

Why not make it official?

When we can't make that happen,

it's like being alone in the middle of a crowd.

Some dreams take too long to come true.

But we mustn't give up.

You only get where you want to be when you take things into your hands,

with the wits of life, with grit and with courage,

so that none can destroy you or knock you down.

MADAM BEJA

A coup, gentlemen. A coup.

Speeding up Dom Pedro II's coming of age was a coup, by the liberals.

But it favored the autonomy of the provinces, and you liked that.

Now it's time to intensify the fight against the trafficking of blacks.

-Right? Mr. President of the Council? -No doubt, Mr. Prosecutor.

The Feijó Law was progress,

but many Blacks still disembark on Brazil.

What does the judge think of these tumultuous times we live in?

I think every story has two sides.

In fact, I prefer it when everyone expresses their opinion.

And I'm waiting to hear what you all think about today's agenda.

It's difficult to begin,

because the most important colonel of Araxá has not yet arrived.

That's just the final straw.

Only in Araxá could a woman think she belongs in politics

because she sleeps with the president of the Council.

Pardon the wait, gentlemen.

The Estate of Jatobá closed late last night.

Women work twice as hard, you know.

Sit here, my love.

Let's begin.

-First off? -Water.

Thanks to Beja, no one needs to visit the river to get water anymore.

We still must decide what statue will adorn the fountain.

St. Dominic, of course!

Saints belong in church, colonel.

I've already commissioned, paid and received the image.

We'll inaugurate it soon.

Next topic.

Going back to Araxá?

-No way! -What a silly idea, my son!

The liberals struck us

with the Emperor's quickened coming of age,

but, soon, we'll hold the elections.

Araxá needs to have its deputy in the council.

It's my moral obligation to return,

be a candidate and win for their Conservative Party.

So you want to walk backwards?

After years in the capital,

you want to go back to that tiny village in the middle of nowhere? Why?

Araxá has been promoted to a town for ten years, now.

And truth be told, it was done with Beja's help.

No! For God's sakes, Antônio!

I haven't heard that demon's name in almost two decades!

Don't destroy my peace!

You want to go back because you're frustrated.

After the Constituent Assembly dissolved, what have you achieved?

-Almost nothing. -Since when do you know about politics?

Brazil is adrift with these liberals at the helm.

I must become deputy again.

I can muster legislative power to act.

But must you be a candidate for Araxá specifically?

-Can't it be Rio? -Araxá is my land.

It's our land.

Besides, I have support there.

I have bonds, I have potential as a candidate.

At any rate, the decision is made.

We're returning.

Now do the capital ones, too, alright?

-A-E-I-O-U! -A-E-I-O-U!

How about a stroll?

-Yeah! -Yes!

You think I haven't noticed what you've been doing?

Teaching these kids to remain anchored to the past.

Is anyone else feeling hot?

-Me! -Me!

Beja, what are you going to do?

Come with me!

What are you going to do?

What a hot day! And this water is so cool!

It's so cool!

It's hot today!

-Come on! -No!

It's raining!

-Take that, auntie! -No!

Who wants to have some refreshments with auntie?

-Me! -Me!

My God.

Beja!

Wasn't the inauguration next week, with a bishop and all?

That's right!

Then I guess he needn't come anymore.

Inauguration complete!

Beja, you... Wait! No!

-Come here! -Wait! Beja!

I can't deny the fountain is an improvement for Araxá, but...

that statue is truly insulting!

What breasts, Costa Pinto! What breasts!

Good God.

Holy Mother.

Spark of the Holy Spirit.

Are you talking about the statue?

That, too.

And worse still, we can't even complain,

because the only one in charge here is that shameless woman.

Didn't I tell you she's lovely?

Mom!

My love!

Let me look at you!

My goodness!

Is that Madam Ana Jacinta?

I didn't expect my daughters to bring me a guest, Miss...

-Kelly. -Miss Callen.

Well, unlike the other parents,

since you have never visited the boarding school,

they asked me to come meet you.

Family business precluded my trip to Barbacena

to go visit my daughters' college.

But at any rate, you are going to love our Araxá!

Thank you.

Look what just came out of the oven!

Try it!

You'll love it.

I'm sure of it, ma'am.

They're wonderful! You should try them.

Miss Callen brought you something.

Sure.

A small tribute,

as thanks for all the good deeds you've done to our college.

-What an honor, mom! -See, girls?

How important it is to have an education?

May you please show Severina?

It's lovely!

I've received your message.

Let's talk inside the church.

You know this, ma'am, you are forbidden from entering the Lord's home.

A year has passed, and you still try to deny this.

You're right.

Ever since a boy that's barely out of his diapers took over the parish,

my entering the church suddenly became heresy.

-Why did you call me? -I demand, in the name of God,

and of the families of Araxá,

that you remove that obscene statue from the square.

That's just the last straw.

The little priest giving orders to Madam Beja.

You won't remove it?

No. No, I won't.

And I've decided something else.

The fountain has now dried up for the church.

The little priest will not be receiving another coin out of me.

It's over.

Take care, now.

No! Stop!

-Stop it! -Come, my love.

-Come! -The water is nice!

I don't want to! That water is gross!

You loved it when you were little.

I was a child, I had no choice.

You'll regret this, Teresa. Tell her, Joana.

It's good for the skin, for the hair.

Look how lovely our mother is!

Teresa!

Stop it, Joana! Stop!

One day I'll buy all of these lands.

These lands are worth gold.

You should think more about your family and less about money.

There's nothing wrong with your family, Teresa.

-What's missing? -My father, who I still don't know.

Dinner is served.

-Let's eat. -For God's sake,

will you sit on the head of the table, ma'am?

What about the house's owner?

Won't we wait for him?

-Miss Kelly, the house's owner is... -Mother.

Could you pass me the water?

Of course, my love.

Pardon the tardiness. The meeting with the party just went on.

I was...

warming up the seat for you, my husband.

Just the way you like it.

João.

It seems

everyone's in a good mood, no?

-Good evening, Miss Callen. -Good evening.

Let's eat.

I don't mean to be invasive,

but how can a politician with no cattle and no lands

afford to live in this paradisiacal, lap of luxury?

With the two girls in college, no less.

And also such generous donations.

Miss Kelly, I come from a wealthy family.

While João dedicates himself to the creation of laws,

to make our society a more just one,

I focus on charity.

Curiosity sated?

Beja has a school.

-For kids with less opportunity. -Severina is a teacher.

Just like you, ma'am.

Miss...

-Kelly. -It's Callen, not Kelly.

-Callen! -Callen.

Miss Callen.

I hate feeling judged.

Observed. In my own home.

That woman,

she stares at me as if waiting for a false step.

Do I hear this right?

Madam Beja, worried about approval?

I want to go down there and tell off this little Miss...

Miss Thing! Miss Complaint!

Relax! It's alright, honey.

Forget that blasted woman.

Be calm.

Come. Let's lay down.

We need rest. Come.

Let's make you forget this lady.

That woman got under my skin.

Not tonight.

How do you think I feel?

Always so eager to work, but not to lay with me.

You know that my work is my livelihood.

Be careful, João,

not to lay with "Madam Beja", because here,

you'll wake up next to Ana Jacinta.

I can't.

I can't always be this whirlwind.

You must be joking.

Mrs. Mendonça.

I didn't think you were serious when you said that depraved man

is the one who teaches.

First off,

do not call me Mrs. Mendonça.

I have a name.

Secondly,

what depraved man do you speak of? I don't see any.

A man, dressed as a woman.

Don't tell me you don't think that that's an abomination!

If I say I'm a woman,

who are you to say I'm not,

Miss Cale-se?

Yes!

Yes, my princess!

How did it take me so long to realize you're so lovely?

Because you're a fool!

Now stop talking and call me what I like to be called.

Beja!

I'm Madam Beja!

My Madam Beja!

You're a sorceress.

Who? Me?

If someone sees us here,

Severina will throw me out.

None of the goons can get involved with Beja's girls.

Rômulo, don't be a wuss!

The golden age of work in Estate of Jatobá

is long gone.

I have no complaints.

I just keep the boss safe, and it's all good.

I have complaints.

When the boss was pregnant,

I went up and down Gerais dressed as Madam Beja.

But what did my life become then? Garbage!

Now I'm just like the other girls.

Just another one.

Hello.

-May I help you? -No, thank you.

Sorry. No thank you, my dear.

I'm waiting for the estate's owner so we can return to the mansion.

I'm Miss Callen. Teresa and Joana's teacher.

-And you, Miss? -Olívia.

-Olívia. -I help out around here.

I see.

Then you must know the girls' mother very well, I imagine.

And all the charity work she does here. Yes?

Dear Lord.

So much luxury.

If you'd like, go home with her then meet me at the gate at night.

Stealthily.

I'll let you in and show you the kind of charity this estate's owner does.

Who knows, with such humiliation,

Beja might leave her position and I might occupy it.

I missed you so much, Grandmother.

And I missed this place.

I never thought I'd miss Araxá.

Me neither.

And you, Teresa?

How does you feel visiting the town?

Out of place.

Joana has a father she can miss, but what am I going to miss?

-A person who doesn't even exist. -Teresa.

You have your mother.

And she loves you dearly.

And you have me, too, your godmother.

Give up this father nonsense.

When I marry, you'll be rid of my nonsense.

Okay, we're here, girls.

The grave of your great-grandfather, and great-grandmother.

I didn't know you were already here.

-It's been a while. -Hello, Vicente.

Hello.

Why are you in the cemetery?

I came to bring flowers. For my parents.

Carminha and Honorato.

I'm so sorry, Vicente.

The road accident was a tragedy.

They never found the bodies, but,

I bring the flowers anyway.

They watch from heaven.

I want to put flowers on great-grandmother's grave, too.

Shall we, Teresa?

Why? Even mother didn't know her.

I could stay with you, Joana.

You look lovely.

I mean,

not that you weren't before, you always have been really pretty,

but, now that you're back, you look even prettier.

-What I mean... -I understand.

They'll find you a fiancé soon.

I'm won't marry.

Check.

The prince was aloof, and the king was put in danger.

I really am aloof.

What's wrong, son? Where's your head?

-It's nothing, grandpa. -Will you tell me, or must I guess?

She doesn't want to marry.

Who doesn't, my God?

Joana.

She and Teresa are back.

Joana is still a girl.

Once she grows up, she'll understand

that every woman was born to marry.

What if she's different?

When it's time, I'll pull strings to get you to marry her.

-Agreed? -No, grandpa. No.

I wanted her to marry me out of love.

Just like my parents, in love until the end,

isn't that what you say?

Easy, Vicente. Hold on.

To die in love, first you must live.

I'll find a way to make her marry you.

God forbid!

I don't want that girl interested in my prince.

Augusta, this is a talk between men.

But now I'm here.

Vicente,

the fruit falls close to the tree, especially if it's the fruit of sin.

Joana, besides being black,

must be as much of a degenerate as her mom.

-Forget her! -Augusta, please.

No. It's alright, grandpa.

I won't dislike Joana because my grandma wills it.

Go easy on the boy.

Hasn't he suffered enough when he learned his parents were gone?

Costa Pinto, that topic is dead and buried.

I don't want to repeat the mistake we made with Carminha,

and that's why I don't want him near the daughter of a whore.

Not just one, two daughters.

And with more than respectable dowries.

Someone could hear you and think that you care about money.

Because these days, life in this wretched house is only squalor.

And it only got like this when you began visiting

that harlot's estate.

I don't know why you go there.

I really doubt you go there for women.

My God.

Do the girls know that she's a brothel madam?

Brothel madam?

You haven't seen anything yet.

Just wait.

Olívia? Olívia! Olívia!

-Yeah! -Bravo!

-Wonderful! -Me!

-Beautiful! -Bravo!

-Me! -Pick me!

Good evening, gentlemen!

-Good evening! -Good evening!

Time to decide who the lucky man will be to spend a night with Madam Beja.

-Me! -Pick me!

Who wants to go up with Madam Beja?

-Me! -Me!

But first, gentlemen,

I'd like to introduce you all to a very special someone.

Easy.

Curious kitten.

Voilà!

Hello, little teacher.

This lovely woman...

-Come, Miss Callen. -Please, Mrs. Mendonça.

Please. Please, no.

I suspect she might want to switch professions!

-Right, Miss Callen? -No, please.

Maybe she wants to dance at the Estate of Jatobá?

Mrs. Mendonça! Please, Mrs. Mendonça!

I just think she's a bit overdressed for this evening, no?

-She is! -Yeah!

Enjoy, Miss Callen.

-Don't touch me! Please! Let go! -Come here!

-Just look at her! -Please! No! Let go of that!

-Please, no! Don't touch me! No! -Easy!

No! No, please! No!

She's left us!

I want the plaque back.

Or I'll tell the boarding school what I saw.

Do that!

I'll corroborate that,

telling everyone the little teacher showed up there for fun!

I have plenty witnesses.

Well?

We'd better keep each other's secrets, no?

How dare you!

I won't let you leave my house without any food or without money.

For the trip.

The carriage is waiting, Miss Call-the-cabman-already.

You're sending her away?

It's alright, Miss Callen.

She's not worth your tears.

You two are such sweet, polite girls, you don't deserve that woman!

-I'm so sorry! -I'll help you with the baggage.

I'm so sorry!

I want to go back to college, I won't stay here!

I won't.

What for? This is your home.

-Do you want for anything? -Respect.

You think I don't notice everyone looks at me funny?

It's not just my skin color.

-If I only had a father... -I am your father and mother.

-No one is born of a mother alone. -I was.

Then you know how I feel!

Does my father know I exist?

Did you lie to him too?

-One day you'll understand. -No! I want to be away from you!

I want to go back with Miss Callen.

I call the shots here, and you'll stay!

This stupid plaque.

-Do they know you're a prostitute? -Teresa, you watch your mouth.

-I am your mother. -I grew up!

I'm not the little girl you tricked anymore!

-You want... -A family!

A decent one, with a mother and a father, like everyone else!

But that dream's impossible for you, right?

Right?

Yeah.

Yeah.

João.

Will you marry me?

What did you say?

I've been thinking,

I think we'd look so good as bride and groom.

Don't you think?

Beja.

I've asked to marry you all these years and you always denied me.

I changed my mind. Can't I?

You can.

You can! You can!

My love! You can do anything!

And I...

Could I ask you something?

I will not shut down the estate and you know that.

Do you accept or not?

-What do you mean, "marry"? -Isn't that what you wanted, honey?

A normal family?

-Satisfied? -Better late than never.

What lovely news!

We must celebrate! How about a picnic?

It's such a nice day out!

-Teresa? -Teresa!

We should prepare a lot of tasty things!

-Come with me. -Go, go!

-Let's go! -They'll get married!

I don't know if I can make Teresa happy.

She liked it, my love. I'm sure of it.

She would have liked me to have married her father.

But, thanks to God, she'll never know him.

Do you think about him?

No! Of course not! I want distance from Antônio.

Please!

I want a yellow dress for the wedding.

What will you wear, Teresa?

Joana, have you considered that unlike the other girls back at college,

who were only born later,

you'll be the first to see the wedding of your parents?

So what? I love that.

Are you jealous?

Come!

-You go. You're actually family. -No, Teresa.

-What's going on? -Mom, leave.

I'll talk to her.

Dad, will you come with me?

Maybe she'd listen to you without mom nearby.

I'll talk to her.

It's alright.