All language subtitles for Sem Sombra de Pecado (1983) EN

NO TRACE OF SIN

NO TRACE OF SIN

Based upon the novel by

Screenplay by

Directed by

LISBON, 1939

BOARDING-HOUSE

David?

FOUR YEARS LATER

- Never thought you'd be here!
- Not happy? Come on, let's go.

Let me take a look at you.
You're stronger, tougher.

The amy did you good.
Your country needs you, boy!

Quit the joking,
I heard from the unit commander

that this problem with the Azores
could bring us the war.

Salazar won' allow the war
to go over to the islands.

Let's go before someone hears us.
So, tell me, how was your trip?

- Good morning, master.
- Good morning.

Rita. Look at you all grown-up!

- I'm sure you flunked.
- That's none of your business.

The army was good.
You have a better build.

Miguel, don't you think so?

Better built? No, he's fat.
Look at his chubby cheeks.

- He put on weight, he has cheeks.
- Leave him alone.

He's just like Nuno.
Nuno has a full face.

Give me your arm, as usual.
Don't be shy.

Let me take a look at you.

Yes, you're a bit fatter.

Maybe the amy isn't as bad
as one would have you believe.

Hello Henrique, how are you?

You look prettier
every time I see you, Mariana.

- Be careful. Your sister is expecting.
- And how is Manuel?

Good. He's just arrived from Serpa.
He's upstairs, taking a bath.

See, we're all here to greet you.
Only our Nuno is missing...

Don't be a wet blanket, mother.
Today is a day to celebrate.

I don't want to see anyone sad
in this house.

- At your orders, General!
- Aspirnng.

Aspirin. Where is your uniform?
I've never seen you in it.

One can tell straightaway
you've never been in the amy:.

It's something
you can see immediately.

- I am not a little girl!
- Today is to be celebrated.

Respect the uniform.
The uniform is a symbol of our nation.

- With uniform and all.
- No, that's the flag.

- What is?
- The symbol of our nation.

- How do you know what a symbol is?
- It's Salazar!

Be quiet.

You've just arrived from the Alentejo
and you want to go out gallivanting?

At least think about the child
to be bom, he's yours.

- Not just Mariana's.
- I arrived yesterday, sis.

- Quit your joking.
- I'm being serious.

You pay no attention to Mariana.

He thinks it's enough to come over
once a week and give her money.

He's Marialva.

- Right, men are all the same.
- Not a single word to Mariana.

Henrique and I have some business
to conduct tonight.

- Would you like a cigarette?
- Close the door.

Seeing that you don't respect the
uniform, at least respect grandmother.

Come on, let's get serious.

It's like
we're thumbing poverty, Miguel,

cracking open the champagne
in such hard times for all.

Especially with our Nuno involved
in all those messes in Argentina.

Don't worry, mother. Nothing ever
happens to diplomats.

What worries me is that I read in the
papers that there were street fights.

We know that when chaos
hits the streets, it's a disaster.

You think I don't still recall
the shooting for the Republic?

I get shivers down my spine
when I think about that.

- You remember such weird things.
- The confusion in your head...

And what about in yours?

Take that inside, to the living room.

The coup was by two generals,
trustworthy people.

If they kill anyone,
it won't be Nuno or people like this.

- You want some?
- No, thanks.

- We have dancing?
- One, two, three...

- So, can he dance yet?
- He's a lousy dancer, uncle.

Come on. One, two, three,
one, two, three...

- Have you seen Manuel?
- I don't know where he is.

If you see him, please ask him to meet
me upstairs, I don' feel too well.

Come on, one, two, three...

- Well done, now you can't go out.
- That's what you think.

Now's my great opportunity.
You'll see.

- Our plan is still on, alright?
- Alright.

Leave that, go.

You want some?

- You're very interested in the news.
- I don't understand this Azores thing.

Wasn't the Portuguese government
on the German side?

It was and is. But the war...

The managing of the war
has changed hands,

after Hitler's antics in Russia
went down the drain.

- Don't tell me you didn't know that.
- I do know that.

It means that once the war is over,
Salazar won't last a long time.

The triumph of democracies will bring
a democratic regime to Portugal

and his fall.

England and America won' allow
a dictatorship to go on.

Fascism will end, Henrique,
here and in Spain.

Let's toast
to the near end of Fascism.

Have you seen Manuel?
He really looks like Clark Gable.

Stop the music.

Please remain calm. Return to your
seats. This is a simple ID check.

- What is this?
- It's a raid, you never heard of it?

They're probably on the hunt
for some Englishman.

But aren't we friends with the English
again now? I don't understand this.

Be quiet. There's one coming.

- Please identify yourselves.
- Oh God, what does he want?

- Wouldn't my army card be better?
- No.

- I should've showed my military card.
- Oh, really?

Yes, soldiers are untouchable.

I do apologise, but we are looking
for a dangerous foreign provocateur.

Il ask one of my men to escort you
out 50 you are no longer harassed.

And long live the Glorious one.
Good night.

I LOVE YOU

Come in.

- May I, Captain?
- Yes.

May 1, Captain? Junior officer
Henrique Andrade, at your service.

Andrade orAndrada,
I didn't quite get it.

- De.
- De Andrada?

- No. Andrade. Without "de".
- Andra?

- Sousa Andrade.
- Oh, Sousa Andrade.

At ease, man.

Sousa Andrade? You must be related
to our former Ambassador in Berlin,

a good friend of mine when I was over
attending a Military Staff course.

- He was my grandfather.
- Your grandfather. A great man.

And now, young man, don't fall far
from the tree. Live up to him.

Has he been introduced
to the officers?

No, my captain.
I brought him over to invite you.

Al the other officers
are at the bar waiting for the toast.

Well, then, let's head over.

Good afternoon, I'd like to introduce
Junior Officer Sousa Andrade.

- Sanches.
- My pleasure.

Antunes. Simdes.

Sanches, give us a speech like
only you would be able to, come on.

An army officer
will conduct his duties

according to the standards
of virtue and honour.

His official acts are conditioned
by the impositions of military duty,

the need to ensure their respect
and the prestige of the Armed Forces,

and appraised according to the rules
of discipline in force in the Army.

Never forget this, alright?

I don' drink!

Hello?

Excuse me? No, Ma'am, I'm sorry,
must be a wrong number.

Junior officer!

- The phone rang, didn't it?
- Yes, it did, Lieutenant.

- Any news?
- No, Lieutenant, wrong number.

- Wrong number. Some lady, no?
- Some lady?

Damn the limpets
who don't give us any time off!

You don't know what this is like.

Most nights, some ladies ring here.

You're young. You're lucky.
We know what they want...

Rex Café...

- Hello?
- Hello, Ma'am, this isn't Rex café.

I should let you know that there is
in fact no café under that name.

Pardon? What are you talking about?

Wasn't it you who called here just
now, asking if this was Rex café?

Me? I don't want to call a café,

especially one that doesn't exist. No.

Especially one that doesn't exist. No.

But tell me, where did I call?

You rang a military headquarters.
Can you imagine?

Now, imagine you're
calling a military headquarters

And since you didn't want Rex café,

please tell me if you wanted this?

Funny. Tell me, what is your rank?
Since this is a military headquarters.

<> Junior officer.
- Junior officer.

- Militiaman or from the Academy?
- Militiaman.

But how come you know
s0 much about military affairs?

Because a while back I was engaged
to someone from the Military Academy.

- We were to get married.
- And then what?

Then... he died.

In an accident.

An accident?<{i>

Yes. An accident with a firearm,

four years ago.

Hold on, please.

- I'm sorry, I have to go.
- But I'd like to see you.

I need to meet you. What's your
name? You haven't told me yet

Please tell me your name...

Maria da Luz. It's Maria da Luz.

Maria da Luz,
I really need to be with you.

Right, how silly,
what kind of way of peaking is that?

Im terrified
Il 'get caught and you tell me...

I'm telling you all this is stronger
than fate. I feel it and so do you,

or you would've hung up by now

Do you want to meet up tomorrow?<{i>
Just tell me where, I'll run to you.

Careful with the Forces of Order.

Tomorrow at noon I'll be wearing
a skirt and jacket in white linen

and you...

No, this is crazy. I cant promise you
anything. No, I won't go.

I beg you, Maria da Luz. Tell me
where. Noon is fine, but where?

- Wear your uniform so I recognise you.
- In my uniform?

Atnoon at Orion.
It's empty at that hour.

In uniform?
What's going to come of this?

You're not in your uniform.

Please smoke,
the smoke doesn't bother me.

Quite the opposite,
I smoke every now and then.

- What are you having?
- Aliquor.

- Aliquor and a coffee, please.
- Of course.

You know I'm not called Maria da Luz?
My name is Lucilia.

- Lucilia?
- I told you it was Maria da Luz

because I never thought we'd meet.
But here [ am...

And you, what's your name?

- Me?
- Yes.

- Henrique.
- What will you think of me, Henrique?

Meeting like this.

Without having met before,
without even knowing your name.

This is all crazy!

Yesterday when we spoke on the phone

I got the feeling I'd known you
for along time already.

I dreamt about our encounter
all night long and...

I was wrong. I was wrong.

Are you disappointed?
Perhaps you expected a prettier lady?

Dont be silly, Maria... Lucilia.

Not at all! Things don't always
happen how we expect them to,

which doesn't mean
that they're disappointing.

For example, just now,
your profile at the door,

cut against the light
from the sun outside it's...

I don't know. Unforgettable.

I will never forget that
for as long as I shall live.

Just as your eyes are shining.

The brightness in your eyes...

Is it that obvious
that I'm short-sighted?

- Where are we going?
- I thought you were leading the way.

Let's see, then...
We could go to the movies tonight.

Going out tonight? That's impossible.
My dad is really strict.

If he knew I'm here with you now,
it would be a catastrophe.

Oh really? During the day?
We could go dancing at a matinee.

There are some cafés that offer
dancing matinees downtown.

According to my dad,
those cafés have a bad crowd.

And who told you
I'wouldnt ask him along?

- Who?
- Your dad!

Are you joking? If only you knew
how he makes my life difficult.

I don't want to see you sad.

What time is it? Oh my goodness,
it's so late, I must go.

Goodbye.

Maria da Luz... Lucflia!

- Please don't go!
- I'm somy, I'min @ rush.

- But when will I see you again?
- I don't know. I can't make promises.

- I'll escort you.
- No. If my dad sees you...

- I'll escort you.
- I've said no!

I'll call you again.
If you can accept that, fine. If not...

Close the door.

You're very worried about
the future of the working class.

Don't be ironic.
Is it Adelina that does that to you?

No. That's over.

Have you seen the man who lurks
outside? Come take a look.

Aren't I right in saying
that they are spying on you?

He's probably waiting for some maid.

- Here.
- Don't want it.

Go on, don't be picky.

- What's up with you?
- I had a fight with Mariana.

She loves meddling in my affairs,
her and Rita.

The usual girlfriend talk.

Tell her you take after me.

Attention. Right. Halt.

March.

The Pamphlets of the Order.
As usual, peace prevailed here.

You always joke with serious stuff.
One day, you'll get into trouble.

Don't take everything so seriously.
Go on, take a sip of this good drink.

My gall bladder won't allow it.

It doesn't allow it because you don't
want it to! Good things never hurt.

You? You sound like a fireman!

You got off to a good start, Andrade.
Sanches is the craziest here.

At that age, he could be a Major,
if he weren't so thick.

Lieutenant Rebordéo tells us
some tales,

of passionate things which
they are in, but I don' buy it.

I just don' see him chasing tails.

He probably came up with the idea that
women are to blame to hide the truth.

He's amoron, that's what he is.

How can he, who is as transparent
as this glass, nail anything?

Take it from me, Sanches
won't cover up or find out anything.

Actually, he doesn't shit
or get off the pot.

Longer strides.

Come on! Move it!

- Sergeant, change the pace.
- Crouch!

Hello? Who is this?
The office of the officer on duty.

- Lucilia, or have you forgotten me?
- Maria da Luz? Pardon, Lucilia?

- I wasn't expecting you.
- You weren't expecting me?

Or don't you want me
to call you anymore?

No, not at all. I want o see you!
Today. Now!

No, Henrique, I'm somry but I cant.

You won' believe it, my dad
is suspicious of everything.

And now he's around. He has work
around here all the time now

When he leaves, we can
meet up again. Bye, Henrique .

Listen, Lucilia!

May I come in?

So, how are you? Good?

How is my favourite niece?

- And how is the Alentejo doing?
- Cork is keeping us afloat,

but to be honest,
what worries me is Mariana.

- Why do I worry you, Manuel?
- I think you're complacent.

Do you think it's normal for her
to be cooped up in here?

I've just arrived and saw her here.
She could go outside, to the garden.

But I go out anytime I want. Last week
I went to a matinee with Henrique.

You're lucky! Spoilt by everyone.
Grandmother, uncle, husband, brother?

- Well, I'll see you later.
- Are we all having dinner?

And Henrique?

Maybe you should speak to him
and let him clear his head. You see?

- Butisn't it over yet?
- I hate men talk!

- He saysitis, I say itisn't.
- I'll talk to him.

Ok. See you later.

I'm sorry to butt in, but damn it,
I'm your brother-in-law.

And more than that, I'm your friend.
Or don't you think that I am?

Go on, do you think I'm not?

I'm talking to you. Can you hear me?

Speak, do it quickly and shut up.
Don't smack me, it's annoying.

It's because of Adelina.
Or don't you see

that the whole family is worried
about you? Don't you see that?

See, the girl has more experience
in each hair strand

than you and I in our whole heads.

Damn it! Even if you had a gir,
one like ours, understand?

But... engaged to a Fado singer?
Abroad who is run by some old geezer?

- You must be crazy.
- Screw you.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

- Do you know where Adelina is?
- Adelina doesn't work here.

Try somewhere else.

Let's do it like this...

- What can I do for you?
- Miss Adelina Ribeiro, where is she?

The dressing room
at the end of the hallway.

Thank you.

- Why are you interrupting?
- It's nothing to do with you.

Then if it's nothing to do with me,
why are you interrupting?

We'll never get anywhere like this!

End your discussion
or continue with it,

I'm going to my dressing room!

- But what on earth is this?
- You only hire amateurs!

- What do you want me to do?
- It's nothing like that.

Get off my back. It's your fault.

Maybe I should wait outside, right?

- What a beautiful view.
- The furniture arrived today.

It's beautiful, don't you think?
- It's modem.

You only brought the photo.
Your house is sumptuous.

It's in those exaggerations
that bad-mouthing starts.

As if I weren't entitled to having my
own house. Paid with my own money!

As if I weren't entitled to having my
own house. Paid with my own money!

Sumptuous, this house...

- You're becoming a star.
- Did you want me to shun my luck?

- What is this? Is this you?
- Don't you think it looks like me?

The eyes are exactly like mine.
It's by a painter friend of mine.

The mouth isn't done yet.

He comes by every afternoon from 5
to 7.and I pose for him, like a model.

As I say, you're a celebrity.

I'm in love with a celebrity.

Henrique, come here. Id like to
introduce a good friend of mine.

Henrique Andrade,
the friend I told you about.

Very pleased to meet you.

Be good.

What got into your friend?

And now, the national news.

Hello?

Hello?

Anyone there?

Hello?

- Hello?
- It's me, Lucilia

Lucilia...

Listen, can we meet tomorrow? I can't
speak anymore, so let's set the date.

The same café, tomorrow, at nine.

I have to go now.

Should I buy the tickets?
- Yes.

Good morning.

Everything good? Don't forget
that's to be checked by Sanches.

Who is annoying as hell.

- Hello?
- Somry about yesterday.

I had to hang up without saying<{i>
goodnight. Aren't you saying anything?

You know, it's difficult at this time.
There's a lot to do in the morning.

I'wasn't expecting this good surprise.

I see. I won't take too long. I just
wanted to confirm our date tonight.

You confirm it?

Just in case you thought
it wouldn't happen.

- Me? Never.
- As I cut our conversation short.

Yes, it's a bit complicated...

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- Anything new?
- Simdes has the pamphlets organised.

I'won't offer you coffee
because there isn't any left.

Have a nice day.

There are a few ladies who every
single year do their recruitment

over the phone...
- They are slags.

- Mariana isn't feeling welll
- What?

Come here.

Hurry!

I'll ask for Manuel to be called
immediately.

- What is it?
- What do you think it is?

- You're in pain? So?
- You're such a fool.

Her waters broke, can' you tell?

Miss, we don't say those things.

You'l have to go with Mariana
to the hospital.

Order a taxi and ask for
a call to be placed to the Alentejo.

But I have things to do, I'm meeting my
friends. Why can't uncle Miguel go?

- It had to be today:...
- Even if uncle Miguel were home,

it would look bad if you didn't go.

Your friends can wait,
don't you think?

The birth of your nephew can't.

Hello? Yes. Who?
Henrique Sousa Andrade?

Just a moment, please.

Mr. Andrade? A phone call for you.

- Hello?
- Do you know who this is?

- Lucilia?
- Yes.

But how did you...

Don't ask me how I found out
<>because I won't tell you.

lama very..

...mysterious lady. But don't think
I'm angry that you didn't come,

especially after knowing
the reason why.

I presume you're very happy.

In fact, [ just called
to say I hope it all goes well,

that your sister
gets through it alright

and is very happy.

Thank you, Lucilia, thank you.
I'm so sorry we didn't meet up.

I'd even bought tickets
for the movies.

- Oh well... next time.
- But when? When?

I'll have to wait for my dad
to travel again.

But now I have to go.
Go to your sister. What is her name?

Mariana. And you, what will you do?
Tell me, what will you be doing?

I'm going to sleep.
But I'll be thinking about you.

'I call tomorrow morning. Bye.

Where is Mariana?
Has the baby been bom yet?

She's fine, she's inside.

Damn it. You could've amived earlier.

The lady went to 8 o'clock mass today.

Did you see my nephew being bom?
Was he perfect?

I was there until the end.

Abeautiful baby, looks more like
Mr. Manuel than Miss Mariana.

Then he must be stinking ugly.

Don't say that about your brother-in-law.
I'm going to wake the boss up.

Pass the sugar, please. Who is the
lady who called here yesterday?

It wasn't the singer.
I recognise that one straightaway.

What a common sounding voice
she had.

You have such a knack
for vulgar women...

And why don't you butt out of my life?

What a fool.

Hitler is being betrayed
by some of his generals, evidently.

It started in Stalingrad,

the most brilliant victory
of an army in modern times.

The occupation of Stalingrad meant

penetrating the heart
of bolshevist Russia

and enabled what the winter
hadn't allowed before,

to take Moscow from within,
by going up the Volga.

From Stalingrad,
it would be enough to go up the Volga,

naturally gripping Moscow
in a stronghold,

killing the Russian soul
and Soviet mystique,

the true mother of fanaticism
of the Red soldiers,

which makes them die blindly
before the tanks.

That's the Soviet mystique.

Hitler knows more than anyone,

because he is a leader of men
enlightened by Providence,

that Russia's salvation lies
in eliminating that mystique.

He also knows
that its roots lie in the Volga.

To follow the Volga would mean
to kill the Russian soul.

And we know that a body
without a soul drifts...

But it seems that Stalingrad
was never really taken, Captain.

Pardon! It was taken! That's when
I refer to the treason of generals

who are incapable of understanding
the genius of the great master.

Who are incapable of understanding
the genius of the great master.

The resistance in the streets
of the Reds in Stalingrad,

was no more than a reflection
of this mystique,

which needed to be killed by going up
the Volga, rather than withdrawing.

Withdrawing was the proposal
of Paulus and his generals.

Hitler replied immediately.

He had them advance.
and his order was not followed.

Paulus didn't withdraw or advance.

He fell to the combat
the Russians proposed,

street by street, house by house.

Those who play the game of the enemy
die at his hands.

Don't forget that, Andrade.

That is how Paulus occupied
Stalingrad without having taken it.

He was left with a city that wasn't
of vital strategic importance,

but rather a ghost.

In Russia, an invader always ended at
the hands of metaphysical generals,

therefore inexistent ones: General
Winter and General Russian Soul.

Whereas the first one can be beaten

by strategically calculating the points
up to where each advance can go,

to hibernate without the enemy,
who owns the land, causing ham,

the second one must be destroyed,
killed with one fell swoop,

or else it will tum against
those who ignore it.

The German generals underestimated
the Russian mystique and its mother,

the Volga,

and then went miserably against
the Fuhrer's orders,

ridiculing the great German nation
and the National Socialist ideal.

Every soldier needs a mystique.
That's the point.

This is what brings Hitler's greatness
and also the strength of the bolshevists.

Aman without mystique,
soul or ideology,

is like @ mannequin in his uniform.

The fates of western civilization are
being played out on the Russian front.

The Allied commanders,
who are mannequins in uniform,

50, generals without ideology,
haven't yet understood.

They cannot understand that the
true enemy is atheist bolshevism,

and that is always born
from the womb of democracy,

the degenerate son of the republic.

So, bolshevism
is the grandson of democracy?

Andrade, is this that difficult
to comprehend?

Ja, bitte?

It's not this one.

Hello?

Andrade, it's for you.

- May I, Captain?
- Yes.

Hello?

Alright.
I don't know if I can. I'll try.

See you later.

- Why are you so late, Lucilia?
- I'was here. I saw you arrive.

- But I wanted to be sure.
- Sure of what?

- Sure that you love me.
- But of course I do!

So much so that I left the barracks
in my uniform and all.

Have you any idea how much
I'm risking? I love you, Lucilia.

No, no, not here.

- And what about you?
- What about me?

- You want to know if love you?
- Yes.

And you even ask? Atter knowing
everything I risk for you?

- I'm the one risking it, not you.
- Don't tell me you're offended

because I asked you earlier if
you know how much I'm risking?

Given the circumstances of each one,

I think you could've avoided
saying it.

And what if you're lying to me?

I never lie.

- You don't believe it, do you?
- I don't know

How many men
have there been in your life?

Only one.

The cadet?

What does that matter
if you don't believe me?

I'minarush. Let me leave.

Was it the cadet? Was it?

No, it was someone else. Leave mel

Lucilia! This wasn't
what I wanted to tell you at alll

If 1 came to see you, it's to tell you
I like you, understand?

Plus, I have to leave
for amy practice for a few days

so, even if you call,
I won't be there.

Listen.

I'm leaving for army practice, but I
want to be with you when I come back.

Godspeed.

Give me your address,
your phone number, anything!

If I'd known before,
I'would never say I suspect you...

You have to understand, Lucilia.

Let me go, ok?

And don't follow me. Bye.

Come on, let's move.

Goon, let it go.

Good morning, Simdes.

- L'am presenting the first platoon.
- Presented.

Antunes, afterwards send Private
Morgado over to Lieutenant Sanches.

Right.

- Is everything set?
- Yes, Captain, for ten o'clock.

- Have you explained the exercise?
- Yes, Captain, I have.

Lieutenant Sanches is commanding
the enemy forces. You know that?

Yes. Andrade, maintain a firm hold
on them. It's essential to.

Il keep an eye on you from up there.

Give me the binoculars, I'll watch
from here. Don't forget the pine.

That's a pine tree, right?

Everything set.
The enemy is about to advance.

Charge!

Suspend everything. Suspend!

Who was the idiot
who shot a live bullet?

It's colic...

It's colic! I's colic!

- What's going on with our sergeant?
- It's colic, Junior Officer.

- Go get a gumey.
- Yes, Junior Officer.

So? Easy. Take it easy.

It's colic, isn't it? One day
this man will just keel over.

He'll keel over
out of sheer stupidity.

He has a gall stone this big.
This big!

He doesn't want to go to surgery

and in a case like this it's actually
a matter of duty. Of duty!

And in a case like this it's actually
a matter of duty. Of duty!

He should have surgery.

- Where is the ambulance?
- I've already called it, Captain.

Careful.

His luck was
that this was near Lisbon.

If it were during army practice
he'd have died.

He's stubborn as a mule.

Andrade and I
will go along to the unit.

You ensure command of the operations.
Antunes and Simdes will stay with you.

Someone has to take care of Sanches.
And I take these things to heart.

Yes, Captain.

Lieutenant, do you need anything?

This house is very empty.
What happened?

Mariana and Manuel
are in the Alentejo, Rita at school.

Your uncle and I
get along as God wants.

- And the baby?
- Anténio.

- Anténio?
- His name is Anténio

and he will be baptised the day after
tomorrow. He will be one month old.

So we have great celebrations.

I won't say great, the times
we live don't call for that.

But a great grandson
isn't bom every day.

Have you noticed, Henrique?
I'm a great grandmother.

Who told you to wed so early?

Have lunch. I'll get Guilhermina
to set you a place.

There's no point. I ate
before I left and am not hungry.

So, uncle, nothing can keep you
away from the papers!

I'm trying to see if I understand
how Estoril Praia beat Sporting.

What an interesting conversation...

Hello?

Hello?

Who is this? Hello?

Just forget it, probably someone
playing a prank. Give me the phone.

Hello?

Hello?

No answer.

Meet me in the living room
for coffee and a chat.

Hello?

If you think it's Adelina,
you're wrong. It's not her style.

Hello?

Don't tell me you're upset
that I mentioned Adelina.

Are you?

I only said it just to say something.

- I have no idea what her style is.
- I know it's not her.

Then you know who it is.

The only thing I know is who
I'd like it to be, which is different.

So, there is passion,
master Henrique. Be careful.

Passion, commitment, prison... never!

Aman should be free as a bird.

It's not really passion,
it's enthusiasm.

And it's not Adelina?

Well, you didn't waste time.

Is it a maid from the barracks?

No. Stop fishing,
1won't tell you who it is.

And even if I did,
you wouldn't know her.

And me? Do I know who she is?

What's gotten into you? You're seeing
a girl and you don't know who she is?

Don't tell me it's one of those postal
affairs that lead to marriage by proxy.

You don't understand.
And you'd understand even less

if [ told you I'm smitten with someone
and I don't even know where she lives.

I don't even know her name. I don't
know if it's Lucilia or Maria da Luz.

She uses both. Don't know
her phone number or surname.

Nothing that will lead me
to her whereabouts.

But she knows who you are,
where you live and what you do?

So she's the one who called
to mess with your head.

Trying to rise the price of her goods
on the market.

- What do you think I should do?
- If I were you, I'd go to Arcadia.

Forget it, wait and she'll show up.

Hello? Officer on duty.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

- May 1?
- Comein.

Please know that I found this solider
who was at the powder house, on guard.

Come closer.

Was he drunk? Sleeping?
Or was he at drunk and sleeping it off?

Yes. I was on guard at the
powder house drunk and asleep.

- Were you so drunk you fell asleep?
- Yes, sir.

At ease.

- Isn't this man Reborddo's protégé?
- Yes, Captain.

Then it's explained.

Examples come from above.

See what I was telling you
about the mannequins in uniform?

Armrest this man.

- Arrest this man!
- Yes, Captain.

Hello?

- I'm sorry, Captain, it's for me.
- Speak at ease, who's stopping you?

Maria da Luz? I mean, Lucilia?

My father is heading up north for a few
days tomorrow. I want to see you.

Good, he'll be away
for at least a week,

that way we can see each other
more times.

He leaves tomorrow early
on the fast train.

As soon as you can,
we can meet up at the same café.

At nine? Nine pm?

Answer, Lucilia. At 9 tomomow?

He must be a pain, that one.

- Don't be nervous.
- Sorry, Captain.

There's no woman worth the pain.

What's really a pain
is the story with Sanches.

You know I managed
the almost impossible?

- Oh, really, Captain?
- I convinced Sanches to have surgery.

At this time, he's at Estrela hospital

and tomorrow morning
he'll go under the knife.

It had to be done.

These colics had been going on for
years and was a loss for our service.

- You can't imagine how he suffered.
- Oh yes I can.

Every now and then he stayed at home
for treatments that did nothing.

Yes, because the stone,
the stone itself remained there.

No he'll go under the knife
and it'll be a blessing.

Hello? Orion café.

Amoment, please.

Mr. Henrigue Andrade,
a phone call for you.

Hello? Who is this? Maria da Luz?

It's to tell you we can meet up
at my house <{i>.

And what about your dad?
What if he shows up?

He won't. There is no danger of him
showing up. Here's the address

Ok.

Rua da Graga, 29, 2nd.

- See you soon .<{fi>
- Bye. See you soon.

Excuse me,
does miss Lucilia live here?

- Miss who?
- Lucilia.

Oh, Miss Maria da Luz.
Yes, she does. Please come in.

You came so fast. Come on.

Come!

Aren't you ashamed of being like this
with the door open?

For goodness sake! You could at least
close the door, don't you think?

It's my sister and her boyfriend.

Henrique. I was so scared
we wouldn't meet today...

Come, come in.

You wait here for a little while,
I'll be wath you in a moment.

I'll be right back.

Oh, you're looking at the animals.
Mummy's things...

At these times
there are so many shortages.

Here in the house we love animals.

Unfortunately, they no longer
fit in the balcony

and there was space by the piano.

What is your name, after all?

- You don't know?
- No, I don't.

Maria da Luz or Lucilia?

My name is Maria da Luz. Alright?

- Are you sure?
- Yes!

But now you have
to get rid of this tie, alright?

Yes. And you'll wear this black one.

Something stupid happened. Dad died.

Yes. He felt unwell.
We brought him home and...

He just fell over.

He's inside
and we have to go to the wake.

But only for a short while,
don't worry.

As you see, under these circumstances
I couldn't leave the house.

Henrique, don't be mean.

And don't look at me like that.

You know perfectly well that daddy...

Well, the poor man,
no point in complaining,

but you know perfectly well
that daddy...

You've been drinking!
You reek of wine.

Alittle bit, yes. Just a drop
of Madeira sweet wine.

Daddy kept the wine locked away,
can you imagine?

Now...

Now I have a bottle hidden in my room

for the two of us.

Let's get rid of the tie quickly.

All done? Let's go.

Henrique...

Come on, it's only a little bit.

Let me.

You know I'm only doing
all this because of mummy.

Hands off.

- Mummy?
- The man from the funeral home?

No, this is Henrique.

Who would've known? He was
in such high spirits yesterday.

Yesterday he was telling me
"Celeste, let's start our lives fresh.

I'll leave everything behind
and we can start anew”.

- The man from the funeral home?
- No, mum, my fiancé, Anibal.

Who would've known? He was
in such high spirits yesterday.

Yesterday he was telling me
"Celeste..."

- Do you know who this is?
- No.

- Your father?
- You have no idea...

- So, is this...
- It's my husband.

Please don't tell me
it's the man lying there...

Jesus, Mary, Joseph,
no, no confusions.

This portrait is my husband

and there, the deceased,
is my father.

But this...

Oh, don't worry, he won't show up.
He's very far away.

You think he looks old enough
to be my dad, don't you?

Well, at least don't say
he looks like my dad.

Nol

It's a very old story.
I'll tell you later.

Alone at last.

Wait. Don't you think
it's too bright? Wait a moment.

What are you waiting for
to take off your clothes?

Is it here?

- The deceased?
- Please come in.

Six feet.

- How much did you say?
- Six feet.

That pencil is mine.

- Ma'am, the room is ready.
- The coffin will be here at 8.

At what time
will you want the service?

If you open that cupboard

you'll find two glasses
and a bottle of Madeira sweet wine.

- Which cupboard?
- That one, there.

The glasses are here,
but where's the bottle?

It's behind that radio.

The radio?

Behind the radio?
Is the wine singing?

- And who is this?
- Your daughter?

- It's me!
- I think she looks like your husband.

What's happened to him?

I've told you it's a long story.
Avery sad one,

and besides, an old one.
I'was 16, can you imagine?

- And how old was he?
- Him? 38739?

It was a marriage arranged by my
father. He owed him a lot of favours.

But he was a very nice, kind man.
He really was a perfect man.

Doesn't he look it? He took that
photo 3 years after we married.

- Where is he?
- In Africa, in Angola.

He ruined his life for me.
I will never forgive my father.

- For what? The marriage?
- No. Everything else.

- He must've been a very austere man.
- Who? My father?

No. Your husband.

Not really...
It depended on the occasion.

I'm telling you,
sometimes we had a lot of fun!

- Henrique!
- What? What is it?

We have to go there,
even if only for a short while.

- Why?
- Because of mummy.

It might look bad.

Oh my poor brother, he's been killed!
Oh Jesus!

- Aunt Esther is here. Hysterical.
- Who?

Aunt Hysterical is our aunt Esther.

Oh my darling brother,
I want to see you,

let me see your face one last time.

He was killed!

This is too much. She cant stand us
and comes here with this circus act!

Yes, she spent the whole time
nagging him and mum about us.

So, hitting on my sister?

She's no saint. She takes after me.

Poor Fatima with that clown!

And that Aunt Hysterical.

If it were up to me, she'd have been
out on the streets a long time ago.

She puts up with everything, the truth
is mummy puts up with everything.

Poor mummy, so weak.

And the worst thing
is the two of us are like her.

Incapable of standing up
for ourselves.

And if you must know the truth,
she's the one who killed him.

- Who, your dad?
- No, the young man I told you about.

The cadet.
We were as though engaged.

At the start he didn't know
I was married. It was so good.

You have no idea.
We got along so well.

I liked my husband.

What can we do?

I never had a fiancé.

- If I'd had a fiancé...
- How old was he?

- \Who, David?
- Yes.

-19.
- And you?

Me? 21.No, 22.

But nothing happened,
I swear to you.

I swear on my husband
that nothing happened.

Why don't you believe me
when I say that nothing happened?

But then how
did your husband find out?

My aunt. That aunt...

Darling aunt Esther.

She probably saw us together
a few times.

At the garden, by the fountain.

I remember that one day we kissed.
There was no one.

But she must've seen us.

She told my dad
and my dad told my husband.

Why didn't you say anything?

I suppose she started to spy on us
and see what I did.

It was Easter.

David was on leave.

We took strolls together.
Almost every afternoon.

Of course... We didn't know...

Why don't you believe a single word
of what I'm telling you?

After a while my husband
probably asked my dad for his gun.

He didn't have one. He was such
anice man he didn't own one...

Of course it was your dad.

He knew all too well
what the gun was for, you know?

On that afternoon when we left the
cinema and went to some staircase,

but just for a kiss,
you know it was just for a kiss,

there was someone
who came in after us and fired.

I thought I would die, but I fainted.

David was dead.

I only saw that when I came to.

An old lady was smacking my face.

And why do you say it was your
husband, if you didn't see who it was?

Who else could it be? And besides,
the court ruled it was him.

- And then? The other one?
- The other one? He died.

I told you he died.

Imagine, in that building
there was a house that rented rooms,

but we didn't know, we really didn't.

But the lawyers did and they used
that well in their favour.

And your husband? He went to jail?

Yes. Two years. Two long years.

It changed him so much that
when he got out, he went to Africa

and never wanted to see me again.

But I will never forgive my dad,
who closed me off in this house.

You have no idea how horrible this was,
he kept me caged up here.

And even the food I ate
he threw in my face.

My husband only left me
this furniture.

He sent me a stipend every month
to support me.

My dad had no idea I knew.
He insulted me, beat me...

- He beat you?
- Yes, so many times!

One of the times because I called
you, but I swore I'd get revenge.

I swore he'd pay me back
for everything.

- What?
- Nothing, nothing.

Go check if aunt Esther has already
left and then come and tell me.

But come back to tell me, ok?

Go inside and get more coffee.

- Ma'am?
- I'am the sister, Captain,

the sister
of your poor subordinate officer.

My condolences, Ma'am,
in my name and that of the regiment.

- Thank you, Captain.
- It was in fact a great tragedy.

The nation has lost a soldier.

I see you fulfilled your duty.

Yes, because all this is part of duty.

Shame that you weren't in uniform.

You couldve at least
brought a black tie!

- Captain, it's Lieutenant Sanches!
- It was a great fatality.

He should be in uniform.

Military discipline has reasons
of which reason knows nothing.

Coffee, captain?

Andrade!

Why don't we go over there?

AYEAR LATER...

Hello?

No, no, Ma'am, this is not a café.

Junior officer,
the phone rang, didn't it?

Yes, Second Lieutenant.

- Alady?
- No,a wrong number.

Right, a wrong number.