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Beja!

My God! What happened?

What did they do to her?

The worst thing a man can do to a woman. Invading her body and killing her soul.

- Help me get her out of here. - Let's move her.

I need a confession.

I'm not a priest anymore, Beja.

I can't take any more confessions.

But I can listen to you.

You can speak.

I'll take the bowl away.

I just realized it.

I only just now realized it.

Grandpa! You're squeezing me too tight!

Jacinta! Stop bothering him! Come!

The strange things my mother did were all done to protect me.

I felt jealous when my mother tried to push me away from my grandfather.

I wanted to make him happy so badly

I wound up disrespecting my mother.

I'm a sinner! My daughter should never have been born!

Even hearing it out of her mouth, I didn't understand the pain she felt.

That's why he hated it when I asked him about my father.

Who is my dad?

It was because he knew.

My grandfather knew who my father was.

And you know, too.

I need you to confess.

I'm truly sorry.

Mom...

I am the fruit of sin! I am the fruit of...

a vile, disgusting sin!

I'm so disgusted of myself! I...

It's not your fault, Beja.

You take no blame for what he did to your mother.

- Nor for being his daughter. - This is a nightmare!

This is a nightmare and I can't wake up!

I want to wake up from this hellish nightmare! It's hell!

I hate this hell that I created myself! That I believed in! I hate it!

You have the right to hate whoever you want.

I hate myself, because I knew it!

I didn't truly know it, but I knew it!

That's where this desperation came from to be looked at! To be liked!

To be hugged by someone, so I wouldn't be disgusted of myself!

That's what it was like with Antônio, from the first time I ever saw him.

So broken, so fragile.

And Antônio killed me.

Antônio attacked you?

I need penance!

I am disgusted at myself! I need it!

Give me penance! Please!

Our Father, who art in heaven...

hallowed be thy name!

My father? My father?

Hail Mary, full of grace!

The Lord is with thee!

Blessed art thou amongst women...

Pray for us sinners!

Your turn, Antônio.

MADAM BEJA

Sorry, Angélica.

I don't know how I wound up here.

- I shouldn't have drunk so much. - I don't care for your explanations.

Here.

They're our father's.

Get dressed and go take care of your life.

Away from here.

He arrived at the ball dressed as a nun.

He harassed me.

In front of everyone.

I got away.

- But he came back, and... - What happened then, Beja?

He went too far!

He had his way with me without my consent.

I want justice, Belgard!

It's quite hard to punish a man for helping himself to a woman.

Especially when it's...

Pardon, but especially when it's a woman that sells her body.

You needn't apologize.

That's my job, and I'm proud of it.

In fact, it gives me the right to say "no".

The life of a wife must be hell.

But I'm a professional.

No one can force me to work.

And I was forced. I didn't want to work.

I said "no".

You do know that your relationship with Antônio is no secret here, yes?

It's over.

I understand.

Law in Brazil is quite slippery.

We need a way to accuse someone who forced another to work.

That might be complicated, as with the captives' situation,

which is unacceptable, but anyway...

Maybe if you agree to accuse him of aggression...

He did attack me!

Do you see? Here are the marks!

These are far from being the worst ones.

Maria, you went to bed so early last night!

Yes, mother, I needed to rest a bit.

I've been spending too much time praying in church.

I'll get it.

I'm not hungry, anyway.

And you?

Why did you decide to eat with us? You don't tire of humiliating Angélica.

Maria, she...

It seems I wasn't the only one you mistreated last night.

Did something happen?

You're under arrest for attacking Madam Ana Jacinta de São José.

- You attacked the harlot? - No.

What he did is much worse.

Inspector Belgard, this must be a mistake.

You can clarify this "mistake" back at the police station.

Let's go. Januário.

Don't touch me.

I am no thug to be chained around.

What costume did he wear last night?

I'll go get it.

It's fresh. Do you want some more?

- Do you want some more cornbread? - No, thank you.

I've had three already.

Coming here was my best decision.

What happened with your father was quite sad.

I'll miss all this attention.

Once I'm at the capital, as a deputy.

And your marriage with Beja? Will you leave it behind?

The ceremony we did was not official.

As far as God and the law determine, I am still single.

I didn't know that.

Why are you standing? Sit!

- Eat with me. - Of course not, you're a client!

- I can't sit. - Then I'll eat standing. Do you mind?

Of course I mind! Sit down!

I'll sit a bit.

So, tell me, how was it?

Beja's ball.

I didn't go.

I don't care for any ball. I don't care for any Beja.

I don't care for anyone who thinks they are more than others.

It's beautiful the way you put yourself in equal grounds with everyone else.

Everyone is an equal, Candinha.

To you, João.

Well, finish up your food. I have to go to work, alright?

- I'll leave it here for you. - Thank you.

I told you, Inspector.

I wore that costume at the ball.

But I drank too much, I don't remember how I even got at the Estate of Jatobá.

Great.

I will jog your memory.

Many people saw you harassing Beja.

I swear to you I did not attack anyone.

- Especially not Beja! - You insist you remember nothing,

how are you so certain you didn't attack Beja?

Take him.

Maybe jail will jog your memory further, Mr. Antônio.

- Please. - Don't touch me.

We know I won't be in that cell very long.

My uncle has surely called a lawyer.

Beja.

You know me.

You know I'd never do that to you.

You're making a mistake, Beja.

It wasn't me.

Off to the cell.

Doctor.

Are you alright, madam?

This is the cloth that hid his face before he revealed himself.

It was in the estate's garden.

- Visiting Antônio in jail? - Yes.

Certainly not.

He chose to ruin himself.

But, baby, isn't this a perfect chance for you to get your husband back?

I don't want Antônio back.

If you'll excuse me, ma'am,

I must tend to the sale of cattle.

Will you go visit your brother?

You don't have to pretend that you care for him, not with me.

You don't have children. You don't know what a mother feels.

If you are so worried, ma'am,

then why did you not go see your dear little son yet?

You didn't go, ma'am, and you won't.

You were deathly ashamed of him before, imagine now that he's a criminal!

That shame is now hatred, no?

How could you have become such a horrible person?

We both know no one in this house will do anything for Antônio.

He destroyed our family!

And even so,

I will pray for God to have mercy on his soul, because I am good.

We have to love our children unconditionally.

They're blood of our blood. They're part of us.

Tell them to release him! Imagine! Locking up a man over slaps on a whore?

She always laid with him, anyway!

- Calm down. - Exactly! Always!

Gentlemen, please! Let's stay calm!

This was ordained by an inspector!

Then tell him to sort it all out with the lawyer I sent for!

That won't be so simple, Col. Felizardo.

Don't forget that we have no prosecutor.

And worse yet, Inspector Belgard likes everything conforming to the law!

Send that prick off to Paracatu!

- Nobody here likes that pretty boy! - No one likes him.

As long as the law doesn't topple them, men will think that they own the world.

That they own us.

- Soon, they might release Antônio. - Over my dead body.

I need you to find someone for me.

Beja sank this town into the mud.

I failed, Father.

I have sinned by failing to scare off that vile, wretched scum from my family.

And now, it's consumed by her.

You must cleanse yourself, Maria.

Cleanse all this sin that has stuck itself to your skin!

I know, Father, but I've tried it all! All kinds of penance!

I will help you. Give me something that touches your skin.

- My skin? - Yes.

To expunge your sins.

Your socks will do.

Give to me the cloth that sticks to your skin, riddled with sin,

and in the name of God, I shall cleanse you.

Here, Father.

- May I go, Father? - Yes. Go in peace. God be with you.

The priest forgot to give me penance.

I can't take this anymore!

It's your fault!

If you hadn't decided to come back to life, this wouldn't be happening!

And if you hadn't killed me? Would it?

What? Would your son know that you're a murderer?

That he was abandoned because of her crime?

If you had left my son with me...

Silence!

At long last! A man!

My son is missing, somewhere out there, father.

What if something happened to him?

He needs time to process all the lies that all of us have fed to him!

My son-in-law is right.

We all erred, and now we must all unite to save his love.

"C'était avec elles, ces statues muettes,

que Quasimodo s'épanchait et passait des heures à converser."

- I didn't get a word of that. - Mon Dieu!

All I heard was "Quasimodo."

That's that guy from Notre-Dame.

I was about to be a hunchback for life, like him, squatting back there.

- How'd you get in here? - I climbed the window at night.

You ran from the ball, I thought you went back to your home!

My home is by your side.

I'm sorry I can't say the same.

It's alright.

I'm getting used to being rejected.

You know...

- Even my family... - We heard it wasn't that simple.

Why don't you give them a chance to explain themselves?

I won't hear anyone.

Not them,

and not my grandparents.

They're all liars.

I just wanted...

I...

Relax.

Everything will pass.

We don't have to marry, Joana.

I just want to feel it again, what we felt back at the river.

I liked it too.

- But I don't want to be pregnant again. - You're pregnant?

Not anymore.

What happened to our son?

It was my body he'd have slept in until he was born.

I didn't want that.

It was my child, too.

You didn't even ask what I wanted.

Vicente, wait. Vicente, let's...

Are you certain?

Is that what you want to do?

I won't sit idly by.

Waiting.

If I can't go back in time to settle the score with my grandfather,

then Antônio will pay for the harm he did me.

Your grandfather?

I came as soon as I got your message.

Do you need work, Rômulo?

Ever since you let me go, I...

I haven't found any work.

My father's the one feeding us.

By himself.

Well, then...

you won't turn down the money that I have to give to you,

in exchange for a job.

My family thanks you.

What do you need me to do?

Show a man what suffering is like.

That's easy.

He must remain alive,

but suffering, with scars of pain,

for the harm he did to me.

My family needs the money. Who is this man?

Antônio Sampaio.

The man that violated me.

He deserves a good lesson.

Boss,

Antônio Sampaio is a very important man here in Araxá.

It's best I don't touch him.

I could be in trouble if I'm caught.

You'll turn it down?

You'll turn down a request of mine?

I'll do it.

I'll do the job.

Won't you invite me to sit?

Excuse me.

I know it still hurts, but I am obliged to extend an invitation.

Have you ever thought to sit where your father sat before?

The town is seeing many crimes, we can't be without a prosecutor.

The killing of prostitutes, the problem with Beja...

Even my grandson is missing.

- The problem with Beja? - You aren't together, no?

No.

- What happened to her? - She accused Antônio of aggression.

You know how it is, lover's quarrel.

You know Beja.

She's a loose cannon.

I can't accept your invite, Mr. Judge.

I've been elected.

- Soon, I go to the capital. - It's just for a while.

Until I can bring in a prosecutor from elsewhere.

Excuse me.

Think on it.

You could help Araxá before you take office as deputy.

Another shot?

Leave the bottle.

I won't have to pester you that way.

- Thank you. - Excuse me.

Yeah,

he's not doing well after hearing that Beja was attacked.

Nobody is.

By Antônio, of all people.

Who would have thought?

You will keep him in jail?

Based on Beja's word alone?

Or do you have more evidence against him?

Do I tell you what herbs to put in your teas?

- No. - No.

I'm glad we made peace.

I don't want to fight again.

You say that, but you suspect me of killing all those women.

I confess that I have doubts now.

Because the only way you could kill someone is...

with pleasure.

We'd better go before it's morning and someone sees us here.

- Come on. - Let's go.

Good morning, my love.

- Good morning! - I've brought you breakfast.

Thank you.

Stood up all night?

I went to sort some affairs about the music school.

Judging by your face, it wasn't sorted.

The landlord doesn't want to rent the building for my school anymore.

They're judging us because of what happened to Mendonça.

You're not used to it, but if you only knew how often they mistreat me.

What do we do?

We go on, together.

With our chins up.

Just a little, Maria. You know I'm weak to these things.

It's the blood of Christ, Father.

Even the blood of Christ must be imbibed with austerity.

And Matthew wrote:

"Can someone gather grapes from a thorn brush

or frigs from thistles?"

No.

It's time for this wolf in sheep's clothing to pay for what he did.

It'll be with your blood, my Lord.

For this is the chalice of my blood,

the blood of the new and eternal covenant!

The blood of Christ.

The blood of Christ.

Do you tempt me, demon?

I am no sinner.

You must expunge it, Father.

You must expunge the sin that is stuck to your flesh.

Vade retro!

Begone!

Begone!

Vade retro, Satanás!

- Begone! - Thank you, my Lord.

- Vade retro! - For never abandoning me.

Vade retro, Satanás!

Don't worry, father.

I'm used to eating alone here.

Mom has spent a lot of time at the estate these days.

Is something wrong?

No.

You know how she is. She isolates herself sometimes.

Do you miss her?

- You miss her! - No. I miss you, honey.

I came here to see you.

And thankfully, I was lucky. Without your mother here, we can eat!

Just the two of us!

I think I spoke too soon.

Joana, please tell me the truth.

Do you know of Vicente?

I still haven't processed it, that you aren't a nun.

And I haven't processed it that you and Honorato are alive.

I apologize for the lies. They were necessary.

The only person who must forgive you is Vicente, your son.

If I just knew where he went...

- No one's heard from him! - He was here yesterday.

He ran away, and didn't say where to.

Well, I'll continue searching for him.

- Thank you. - Good luck.

I've heard about you and the little angel.

Be careful, honey, you could have died!

Be calm.

Your mother taught me that a woman's best friend is another woman.

Take care.

"How can a man be rotting in a cell based on the word of a prostitute

who complains that he helped himself to her?

It's like saying water isn't meant to quench one's thirst."

This time, thirst will not be quenched with water...

but with blood.

Antônio will taste the same bitterness you did.

Good afternoon.

So? How's it going, there?

Thief! Get him!

Get the thief!

Do you like apples, Rômulo?

Well, you get to rot like one, in a jail cell!

I'm certain you're much worse than just a fruit thief.

Tomorrow, after the Judge authorizes it, the Inspector will question you.

You will confess that you murdered the prostitutes!

Hey.

I will not share a cell with a murderer.

Has my lawyer arrived?

Hey!

I'm glad you accepted, João.

Your father would be proud of you.

I hope to live up to the confidence you deposit on me, sir.

You and I, young man,

we will end crime in Araxá.

Let's start with this aggression towards Beja.

If Antônio did do everything that she said he did,

then he has to pay.

Something tells me Rômulo is not the prostitute killer.

- No? - The man we want is smart.

He's meticulous. He wouldn't be caught over a pilfered apple.

And this red handkerchief?

Is it some kind of sacrifice?

- Witchcraft? - The shift is over, Januário.

Yes, sir.

Finally, we're alone.

Compliments of Madam Beja!

Did you think you'd go unpunished for harming a woman like her?

Look at that!

- The Colonel's son can punch! - You've seen nothing yet.

Coward!

Coward!

Thank you.

Inspector?

- You are coming with me. - What did I do?

That's what we will find out with a nice little chat.

I've brought you here, Mr. Alcides,

because all the victims were found with a red handkerchief in the mouth.

- Like this one that you carry. - But I've done nothing. I swear it!

I know. I checked.

You were elsewhere when the prostitutes were killed, here in Araxá.

See? I'm not a murderer!

But you're a stone in my way.

Whatever you must give to the apothecary,

give it to me and I'll give it to him.

Was I clear, postman?

- Yes, sir. - Please.

Just look who's trying to get away.

Come out with your hands up!

Januário must learn to be more watchful

when scum like you is in the cell.

What's that on your hands?

Tell me.

What have you done?

To calm you down.

Did he beat him up and manage to run?

What if they catch him and he turns me over?

Beja.

Whose punishment are you worried about?

Yours?

Or Antônio's?

Any man

that tries to control me,

that tries to destroy me,

may that man find his own destruction.