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Why won't he say anything?

I didn't expect you'd want a lesson.

If it could've been me on that table, I'd like to know.

If it were you, then I could at least work in silence.

Let's go.

The jaguar bite.

Could we know why didn't the jaguar eat her?

Perhaps it prefers to eat men. Who knows?

That's still a mystery.

The fact of the matter is she died before the jaguar attacked.

How do you know?

See this, on her head?

A heavy blow with a blunt object.

Why would you strike a dead body?

She was only dessert for this jaguar.

Olívia was someone else's main course.

This woman was certainly violated.

Poor girl...

-So the strike on the head killed her? -Evidence suggests otherwise.

It only knocked her down.

These marks on her arm suggest someone held her down tightly.

And the dirt in her nails matches the scratch marks at the crime scene.

Meaning,

there was a struggle.

This girl was a fighter.

She made it hard for the killer.

Look how he tried to strangle her.

The blue lips confirm that Olívia died from asphyxiation.

She must have cried a lot to form those marks.

Tearful eyes, cyanotic lips.

Voilá.

Dilated pupils, as I suspected.

It wasn't asphyxiation. Her nerves were affected.

Olívia was poisoned.

And there's more.

Someone tried to finish her off.

They couldn't wait, so they made her eat her own vomit.

That explains the purplish hue on the tips of her toes.

-Excellent. -"Excellent?"

This is a tragedy!

The atrocities society commits against girls like her...

You are worried for her, ma'am?

You should fear for your own safety.

Don't forget she was wearing your clothes and...

your crown.

The man who will kill Madam Beja is not yet born.

He could kill me. Her.

But there is a legend, a creed:

A Queen

cannot be killed.

She doesn't die.

Inspector Belgard.

Did you notice these markings on her neck?

Yes. She was strangled.

Yes, you said,

but did you notice the shape?

They're the shape of little balls.

Little balls...

-Like the ones on a... -Rosary.

MADAM BEJA

Wouldn't you rather come in and confess adequately?

No, Father, my boots are dirty.

I said what I had to say.

Someone has to stop that damn whore!

Mind your words. This is a church.

But Beja is dangerous, Father!

She makes up lies and spreads them around.

Hit me!

I'll tell everyone here that Beja mounts you like a man!

Lies that can destroy families.

Sully reputations.

Are you sure you don't need to speak with God?

Father, I told you, I'm at peace with God.

But Beja isn't. She's here to make our lives hell.

How do we silence that demon if she has the protection of colonels?

What would the demon be without its serpent, Colonel?

Beja may be untouchable,

but the abomination at her side is not.

If someone shows Beja the danger this man dressed as woman faces,

then maybe she'll leave Araxá.

May God bless the path of the one who puts the demon and her snake to run.

Wise words, Father.

So wise. Will you excuse me, sir? I have so much I need to do.

You were a rose, Olívia.

A rose plucked too soon from the earth.

And so, I give these roses to you.

May your soul find rest in the calm of these waters.

These waters, that shall wash away my tears

and wash away my sorrow.

Rest in peace, my friend.

You shameless man.

Now you'll pay for your sins, you abomination.

No one

can insult God like that!

Come here!

Since you dislike being a man,

I'll make you a woman!

Scum!

You're a man only when armed!

Now I have your manhood!

Let's see who can pierce better.

Mother of God.

Severina, I know you're a strong woman.

You could have done that yourself,

but I couldn't avoid helping.

Am I disturbing?

Maurice Belgard. Police Inspector.

Do you seek confession?

Perhaps so.

How were you related to the girl that cleaned the church?

-Olívia. -Olívia.

May she have found the peace she sought.

She cleaned the church to cleanse the sins she'd committed for money.

And why was she allowed entry?

From what I've learned, the other...

The other prostitutes of the town didn't share such privilege.

Well...

She seemed to truly repent from her life of sinning.

Do you carry that everywhere?

You've come to talk about my rosary?

Such a question, only you shall answer.

Have I?

If you're implying something, Inspector,

I remind you I am a man of God.

My life purpose is to relieve the pain of those who suffer,

and never to cause it.

Some say that death is the greatest relief, Father.

You want a suspect?

Look for Col. Felizardo.

He attacked the girl right here in church, in front of many witnesses.

Col. Felizardo.

-Maurice Belgard, police... -I know well who you are.

You've come to me because of that abomination, yes?

That's what you call prostitutes?

You? Who I've learned is a frequent visitor

of the tavern and the Estate of Jatobá?

You had an encounter with Olívia, at church, no?

You came because of that dead whore.

-What else do you know about her death? -The same as everyone else here.

News here are like the wind.

Especially with some foreigner asking questions.

If you had asked just a little more about me, sir,

you'd know that if I wanted to kill some whore, I could do it right there...

at the square.

So they can all watch.

He's quite handsome.

I hope he's a customer.

A drink to sweeten your life?

Thank you.

Such sweetness tends to distract me.

Excuse me.

What happened?

That coward attacked her at the creek.

Coward? Who? Which coward?

It's over, Beja.

Honey,

they probably killed Olívia to get at me.

Now they attack you.

We must defend ourselves.

Who did it?

-I fear what he may do to you. -Don't!

I'm not afraid!

I learned that with you.

Tell me.

Please.

Tell her.

It was Col. Felizardo.

This is not over.

Let's go! We have to get this jaguar before it kills more cattle!

Or worse, someone from our farm.

Valdo?

Where were you?

You were missing.

She hurt her wrist, Antônio.

It drew blood. I saw it.

Have you been drinking?

I saw death in her eyes.

-What are you on about? -Maria. Your sister.

-Something happened to her? -I went to give her medicine,

as I was nearing the convent, with the Devil's Trumpet,

I saw her bleeding, Antônio.

She tried to end herself again.

You heard me. Get ready, you're taking Maria.

I'm glad to hear that, Antônio!

I don't like this idea!

-Mother... -I don't care what you like or dislike.

-Don't forget that Maria... -Maria is my sister.

Blood of my blood.

We've left her abandoned for too long.

I'll go, my husband.

Go get dressed while I write a letter authorizing her leave.

The carriage is underway.

Maria, I need to talk to you.

Then you should have met up with me the way we'd agreed!

I tried! I swear!

They found me and dragged me back!

I waited for you!

I thought you'd given up...

-No! -...on me.

No, never!

Never!

Tell me,

please, that you didn't do that because of me.

The devil sent you, no?

-No. -To lead me astray from redemption.

Never approach me again.

Never again.

If I came back to my land, then so does my damned cattle!

If even one calf goes missing,

you all get the log!

A hundred whiplashes each!

Is that clear?

Now go gather the bulls. Go! Go, go!

Yes indeed, Colonel!

You can't respect women in dresses, no?

Then you'll respect me.

-In pants. -Yeah?

And how will that work, Madam Beja?

Like this!

Until you learn

to think twice before you strike a woman!

I don't end your life now

because I'd rather not upset God just over a piece of shit like you!

If you ever try to harm Severina, or any other girl from my estate again,

I won't mind settling the scores with the Devil himself!

Just you try to affront me.

All of Araxá will know what the Colonel likes in bed.

To be taken from behind.

Message sent.

Good afternoon, gentlemen!

No one tell my fiancé.

I don't want João to think his future wife is an ogre.

Of course.

Of course, Beja.

Especially not now.

I'm entering Araxá's group of ladies.

Mother, I need some help with homework. Hello.

-Now, baby? -Teresa isn't home.

-Excuse me. -Excuse me.

Severina.

Last time I came here to help Beja with her daughter's registry,

I didn't see you.

I confess I left here thinking of you.

Today,

putting aside all of these terrible circumstances...

Severina.

After so much time,

I wanted to say it's great to see you again.

Col. Felizardo's behavior,

it opened a wound that I thought had already healed.

Long ago.

But no.

It still hurts badly.

Please, Aranha.

Don't look for me anymore.

I understand.

But, Severina,

please,

I want you to know that if I could, I'd go back in time.

Forgive me!

Tell Beja I had to go.

Did you not see me?

Apologies, I get carried away when I exercise.

Maurice Belgard, police Inspector. And you?

Me?

I'm the local apothecary.

Fortunato Sampaio.

It's a pleasure.

What are you doing, sir?

After exercising, I like to refresh myself.

I should go in before it's dark.

Do you normally bathe in front of others?

What?

Nude?

Do you normally bathe clothed?

No, but...

Why'd you stop?

You don't like what you see?

This isn't the place, someone could see.

At night, in the cemetery. It's more appropriate.

I don't like it.

It's a bit morbid.

Now, if you're experienced,

why'd you pretend not to recognize this signal?

The signal that those like you and me use?

Would you like to drink some wine at the tavern?

Just for a chat.

I'd rather not be seen with a foreigner.

These people talk.

Mother!

Look who came to visit.

Avelino!

What a surprise!

-Are you well? -Yes, I'm well.

And you, Mrs. Josefa?

-How's life? -It's moving on, as it should.

Are you passing through?

Not at all, Zefa.

Avelino came to stay.

What do you mean?

He's moving.

He's moved to live here, for good.

And your wife? I heard you married.

I did. I'm a widower.

I'm very sorry.

It's been some time.

After she passed, I rethought my life.

I've put the law aside and dedicated my life to other things.

He's decided to dedicate himself to music.

-Isn't it beautiful? -Very.

I put some money together over the years,

sold everything I had at the capital, and decided to open a music school.

Here, in Araxá.

Wow.

So much news!

Where will you stay?

Here, mother!

Father invited him to stay with you,

until he can settle in and find his own spot.

-Welcome! -Will you toast with us, honey?

Thank you.

They asked me to bring your tea.

Why'd you come back?

Why not set up your school elsewhere?

-What do you want... -You.

I want you.

I came back for you.

There hasn’t been a single day when I haven’t thought of you. Of us.

I loved my wife.

But the fire,

the despair, the desire,

the longing to be together forever, I only feel for you, Josefa.

Avelino, if you're staying in my home, then you'll have to respect me.

I'm an old lady.

And married.

You've brought my tea.

Thank you.

You followed me?

If Fortunato won't come to the tavern,

I bring the tavern to him.

Do you have two wine glasses?

Sorry, but you have to leave.

It's time to close up the shop.

All done.

Closed.

Now we can

get comfortable.

Relax.

We're just drinking wine.

I'm glad you changed your mind and agreed to come home with me.

You said it was necessary for us both to fight together.

If the two of us don't stop it, Maria,

Antônio will put his bastard girl in the will.

Why did that thing not die?

I wonder why she was born.

Did he accept this girl as his daughter?

In the baptism certificate, before the eyes of God?

-He tried, but failed. -God's on our side.

He should not defile our patrimony like that,

giving all of it to the daughter of a harlot.

I'll pray a lot to avert this.

Maria, maybe prayer won't be enough.

He didn't officially name her as daughter, but...

he brought that girl here, into our very home.

Then I will act, not only pray.

Act as an instrument of God, which is what I am.

But I promise you this, Angélica,

I will scare that little bastard girl away from him.

So you're back.

Welcome, honey.

-What? -Jesus!

You smell like alcohol.

You're exhausted, Maria.

And that's the only reason

why I'll let your insolence slide for now.

You know very well that I don't drink.

I know my nose doesn't lie.

You smell like sin.

God is whispering right into my ear that you, madam, need a good bath,

to wash all that sin off of you.

And you, aunt Genoveva,

God shall intervene with you, as well.

Because your place is by your husband!

As any other good wife.

And you, my brother,

I have faith that Jesus will stop you from naming that bastard as daughter.

Or else,

I'll have to handle it myself.

How exactly will you, Maria?

Killing my daughter?

As you tried with me, years ago?

You could have died with spotless reputation.

But I'll do everything within my power to stop you

from committing the greatest sin of your life!

Good thing Teresa is out plucking flowers.

Don't think I'll let you take Beja's daughter in.

If you make that mistake,

you'll be slave to that demon made woman forever!

Mind your words!

I feel pity for you, Antônio.

You're still bewitched by this woman!

It seems not even nuns could heal you.

Make no mistake, dear brother,

they did heal me.

And thus, said Jesus Christ:

"Everyone who practices sin is a slave to sin."

Can you tell me why?

-Why? -Yes.

Why shouldn't I tear your clothes off?

No.

Not the mouth.

Good morning.

-You woke up early. -I have to open shop.

Forgive me.

I don't wish to be rude.

I've seen your body.

And kissed your lips, which you denied at first.

Why treat me as a stranger now?

I need you to go before the first client comes knocking.

Please. Get dressed.

Careful on your way out.

-If someone sees you... -They'll think you made a new friend.

And that you drank lots with him throughout the night.

That's all, Fortunato.

Please.

I hope that next time we meet,

you can be as comfortable during day as you were during night.

There's no "next time."

Did I displease you?

I don't understand.

There's nothing to understand.

I'll pretend last night never happened.

Do the same.

Please.

If you prefer it.

I'm glad they returned the body so soon.

Do you think she'd like being buried in this dress?

My dear friend.

You're being so generous to a traitor.

I've forgiven her. What does that matter?

She dreamed of being Madam Beja,

and now she finally will, forever.

Really?

Who would've thought Col. Felizardo would be into that.

Olívia told me herself.

I don't think it's right that Siá Boa and Candinha go so long without talking.

I couldn't live without you. Without your shoulder.

Neither I, without yours.

Ever.

I'll help you if you need it.

Two people that like each other cannot avoid each other forever.

Good! You're here!

Finally we have a chance to speak just the two of us.

You're always with your father or with Aunt Genoveva.

I don't know you very well.

I don't know you either.

And you know what? I have something quite curious!

Did you know that your mother lays with men for money?

Why are you saying that?

God doesn't like dense girls.

And much less girls like you and your sister.

Two daughters of a whore.

I'll bet you aren't Antônio's daughter.

You must be the fruit

of some coins your mother was given by some random colonel she laid with.

Teresa?

Teresa, why are you sitting there?

Did something happen?

Are you in pain?

If I ask you something, do you promise not to be upset?

Of course I won't!

I'll be upset if you don't talk to me.

Did you pay for me to be born?

Where did you get that?

I know what mother does for money, I'm not a child.

Teresa.

My daughter.

You are a fruit of love.

I was madly in love with your mother.

And she, with me.

Why aren't you together?

Because life sometimes...

Life makes different plans for us.

Your grandpa, Paulo Sampaio, my father,

and your great-grandmother, Lueji, a great warrior

who purchased the freedom of many slaves, dreaming of a free society

where no one is oppressed for their skin color...

I will make her dream a reality, sweet daughter.

I will free people like us no matter what it costs.

Are you leaving Araxá?

I will never abandon you.

I promise.

Apologies, I did not expect to see you like this, sir.

And to what do I owe the honor of such a gracious visitor?

Maria Sampaio.

I've returned to Araxá and came to meet the town's new priest.

I'm a servant of God.

Your words are music to my ears.

If you'll allow me, I'll go pray for a while.

I need to repel the evil roots that take hold in my spirit.

Does something torment your thoughts, miss?

My brother, Father.

Antônio has lost all composure.

He brought his bastard girl to our home, to his mother and wife!

Antônio.

I know him.

Then you must know the bastard girl's mother.

Beja.

The mother of sin in Araxá.

So you mean to tell me you and I share a common enemy?

The time of goodbye is always sad.

What's sad is that I brought a priest of Araxá that won't bury prostitutes.

Is that Maria?

I didn't know she'd returned.

Where?

Thank you.

Antônio.

I know we agreed that she'd stay here. Hello, my love.

But I feel unsafe about Maria's return!

I'm quite aware.

You have work! You can't always watch her!

Mom, dad, I don't want you to fight because of me!

Beja, you should trust me more.

You think I'll let my daughter be harmed?

I've had to learn not to trust you a few times! It wasn't pleasant!

If you want to fight, fight alone! I'm leaving!

-Satisfied? -Teresa! Come back!

-Teresa! -Teresa!

Teresa! Stop!

Teresa!

Teresa, no!

Honey!