All language subtitles for Os_Fuzis

From heaven,

comes the sacred punishment,

for the men's sins.

Coming from death,

surrounded by the pains of Hell.

In my anguish

I invoked

Our Lord.

And from his Holy Temple

He heard my voice.

And then he sent
a terrible punishment

so that Men remembered

once again His name.

The earth was drier

than the heart

of the faithless man.

And He... said

He who has greater despair

and suffers more than I did

on the Calvary

will be the bearer

of my will, and will have

almost all of my power.

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NORTHEAST REGION

A holy ox?

That sounds like a sacrilege.

But I believed in it, sir.

May Our Lord forgive me.
I was wrong.

To believe in a miracle you have to see.

My son said it even looked like people.

I believed in it, sir.

I even recovered my sight.

Thy will be done.

-Do you have some water?
-Go get some water, son.

Don't mind the food. Not much but enough.

If you had any services we'd stay longer.

The only service in this region is praying.

Waiting for mercy.

This is a holy ox, he'll do miracle,
like he did in many places.

He cures many deceases.

The boy can count with a woman to escort him.

Gathers everything like Holy water.

He's saint, yes.

I felt his glance in my blindness.

-He's saint.
-It's been much since he went here?

His track is still fresh on the road.

He went that way!

He was full of religious ribbons.

I felt she looked for Odimar,
the situation was in his favor.

But he was foolish, wanting romance.

Forget it, Z�!

With your delicate stomach,
you'll get burned here!

War is war.

-How about Moreira dos Mares?
-Unforgettable! I still can feel her taste.

There are some guys waiting for five days.

Do you know since when they promise
two other boats? Over a year! And nothing.

Gome's is broken down, the other one
doesn't have a motor.

You need two speedboats to work.

Did you imagine how they'll turn?

I don't have reason to complain.

Sold mine for 6 grand.

And met a woman there. Had only the best!

-What are you loading?
-Cattle.

That Chevrolet is yours? Hmm..

I'll do like before. Get to Feira de Santana,

say the material damaged, get 20 men
to Sao Paulo, $3 each one.

When I get to Governador Valadares,

tell them I broke down.

Buy a train ticket to Nova Era,

chose the one who looks smarter, and
tell him to get the ticket for Sao Paulo.

Put everyone on the station and
I'm out of there! Let's go!

-And the road?
-Full of women!

Sir? I live here for 12 years.

Today it's been a year since I went blind.

It's August? That's right.

The day Vargas died in Bahia, I went blind.

He 8 a.m., I, 8 p.m.

A house on fire. A straw house.

I went to save the children.

When I did so, the fire blinded this eye.

The other one was so-so.

We prayed and prayed, but nothing.

The two burned to death.

Two grandchildren. Buried on spot.

I'm alone, living with Maria de Lourdes,
and God protecting me.

Here! Here!

I asked to call Vincenzo.

I'll be at the bar.

We have only small thefts here,

but more and more people
arrive, all starving.

It was like that in Serra Alta.

-Do you know how it ended?
-Yeah.

But it won't happen with me here.

I'll expel anyone who has no home.

If you want to, we finish them
off with bullets.

I'm doing what I can.

Those who have land are afraid.

The storehouses are mine.

My initiative. If I don't pull some strings
in the capital, I'll pay the detriment.

Each four hours we alternate the guard.
At night, the cattle go to the same corral.

We closed the main road to town
so that only local people enter.

In case of attack, I place my men
from 50 to 50 meters.

Each gun reaches 1200 meters.

If I have to, I'll shoot everyone here.

Excuse me, do you have any work?
Anything will do.

-I'm not from here.
-We're going south.

-Let me show if for you.
-Do you see the girl? -Yes.

-How much?
-20 bucks.

-Too expensive.
-It's less than a horse.

She's young, getting breasts.

It's a good deal, she costs more than 20.

-How old are you?
-14.

-Wanna come with me?
-Ask my dad.

-That man?
-You can take her.

You'll take good care of her,
it'sn a good deal.

Too expensive.

It's written on the sky the day he'll
come as an ox.

He'll reward the humble ones,
who suffered from the same pain as Christ.

He'll make it rain.

Our sins will be washed out by his mercy.

Straighten up your hearts, like your homes
to receive Christ's sent, as an ox.

Messenger of forgiveness.

My name is Jos�.

In my home,
the Saint for Rain is Saint Peter.

When it rains, everyone complains there.

Z�!
Sgt. is calling.

-What does he want?
-He's in the tent.

-Why are they rounding the church?
- A promise.

-I'm Luiza.
-Are you from Milagro?

No. But I live here for long.

-How old are you?
-I have to go.

-When will I see you?
-Don't know.

-3
-5 -I won.

Yeah. But I'm in charge so you'll go.

Hey Gaucho, wasn't it the looser?

Carry it to Salvador.
And bring a new one.

In the garage tell the gaucho sent you.
And don't make him take too long.

Here. The rest is for me.

Mouser Gun 1895.
Killing gun.

Performs gunshots standing, on your
knees, and laying down.

To each his own. This isn't to anyone.

Technical specifications:
Weight: 4.1 kg. With bayonet: 4.7.

Length: 1.25 m. With bayonet: 1.55.
Initial speed: 890 m/s.

Range: 4000 m - maximum,
2000 - usable, 1200 - use.

Precision: 600 m - group of men,
400 - man alone.

Caliber: 7 mm.

High trajectory rifle.

Manual exercise: Easy for who knows.

And quick. 10 shots per minute.

Penetration in nickel steel: 3 mm.
Masonry: 10 to 12 cm.

Sandbag: 40 to 45 cm.
Pine tree: 75 to 90 cm.

Man: Five bodies.

Z�, dismantle.

Let's see it inside.

You have to know it inside and outside.
When it breaks down, who'll fix it?

Get some drinks.

Attention. Who gets the name right, drinks.

Who gets drunk first will become a soldier.

Ready? The pistol grip,
the stock, the trigger.

In the pistol grip, the buffer and the heel.

In the bolt, cylinder bolt...

-That's enough.
-OK.

Let's see. Which part is it?

-Gun barrel.
-Drink.

-And this one?
-Stock.

You're good.
Now what about this one?

Is it the cylinder?

Nobody knows?

I'm waiting.

So, nobody knows?

You mustn't be thirsty.

You know about cattle only.

Isn't it the receptor?

I'll pay to see.

I think it's the string.

-I bet 200 on the paisano.
-I'm in.

-Soldier?
-Amateur.

Blindfolded eyes.

Now!

You're good.
Where did you learn?

Mario. Tell him.

Waters will spring from the desert,
streams will start to appear.

God will give His blessing.

Once we were sent to a great property
to expel some men.

One night, you couldn't see anything,
but it was quiet.

Suddenly, a bullet scratched my hair.

Then everything stopped.

I wanted to move forward.

My companions told me,
"wait, wait"

Suddenly someone leaped
and grabbed my foot.

A bullet in my leg, blood running out.

Then I couldn't see anything.
When I woke up, I was at the camp.

He killed three men to save me.

Almost stayed there.

We shouldn't have killed so many.

That people was good.

They thought it was their land.

Is this friend Z�?

No. He left the military. He's changed.

The people changes.

-You still make fun of me.
-What ya want me to do?

Because the onions aren't yours.
And you're not broken like me.

Who told you to leave the military
in order to take care of onions?

Buy rotten onions, then.

But you have a rotten uniform.

You don't know
what you are talking about.

-What ya doing here?
-Keeping onions. And maintaining order.

Order, what order?

Everyone's starving and you say
everything's in order?

-Don't hear anyone complaining.
-I am. And I'm disturbing.

-Do something.
-You're only shouting.

What if they all start too?

Why?

Nobody stealing them.

They doesn't know nothing about this.

All they know is they can't
grow anything without rain.

They want food, but get you
to maintain order.

-You're here to keep the storehouse.

You're the boss, must be updated.

Know what happened in the last drought?

When they released the monies,
I sold the goods.

But who said the government would pay?

That bureaucracy, and we see no money.

You didn't get 'em?

Sold the bonus to a moneylender
for half the price.

-So you were in disadvantage.
-We try to defend ourselves, predict stuff.

So I invoiced more than the tax.

After all,
They are like my family.

If we don't defend ourselves,
those politicians prevail.

-Get me two cans of milk.
-Two cans of milk to the sgt.

-Don't you think so?
-Yeah, count with me.

- How much?
- We'll settle later.

Another one.

A hawk.

Have you seen a hawk walking?

-It could have been on the ground.
-Only on your ass!

-How's the game?
-10 bucks to enter.

How tame.

-Want a card?
-Play you two.

Five to you.

-Pay.
-Gimme the money. I'm waiting.

Bullet.

He won't get it nevermore.

-Give it to him, goat.
-The game, boy.

Looks like curse of woman of life.

Wanna bet?

I bet 10 on the goat.

If you don't hit him, I'll do.

From the distance you are, no way.

-Yeah.
-How much? Ten's too little.

Put it all here.

-Is 1 min OK?
-Yeah.

-Start.
-Now he'll get it.

-How much left?
-30 sec.

-Vault over!
-Shut up.

Attention. 10, 9, 8... 4.

Now!

It's moving.

-It was too close. You shouldn't...
-Shut up.

C'mon, you dog...

What happened, Mario?

Don't know, sgt.

You can't remember?
Pedro, come.

Look at him.

Wasn't he at the store?
Do you know him?

Funny people,
they get here just like that?

Pedro, who invited?

The man who knew everything doesn't anymore?

-The cat's got your tongue?
-No. -Use it, then.

Who was it?

-Don't you know?
-I do.

You do? Was it Z�? Mario?

Was it Mario?

He wouldn't do such a thing.

He's not a scumbag.
Don't you agree?

No, he isn't.

301, tell the story of the goat.

-So he told it!
-I didn't mean to.

-He already knew.
-Shut up.

What'll you say when they ask
who killed him?

I missed the target.

-We didn't come to kill goats.
-And I didn't.

-You killed a man! A man!
-So what?

See, the sgt. settles it down.

-I'd like to see it!
-Don't butt in!

-Who'll pay for it? Messed up, pay for it.
-Messed up, clean it.

He's a soldier, I'm a soldier.
It's all the same.

We'll have to send the body
to the family.

What a shitty aim, were it me,
I'd have stroked it right.

I wouldn't have shot.

There are plenty of dead men,
just make up a story.

No, we won't!

There's a sgt. who would!

You know,
one day I'll kill the sgt.

-You sure no one saw you?
-Yeah. -At least.

There's only one way out:

Hide the body.

And the bullet's brand?

-We'll erase it.
-The bullet's brand?

Let's make it seem a dog attacked him.

We'll have to sort that out well.

A knife's the way.

-I'm kidding.
-It's not time for that.

301.

I won't dirt my hands with this mess.

Lack of respect.
You can't do that with a dead man.

Mario.
Guard.

Guard what?

I'll stay to see.

What a dumb idea, running after goats.

All was so fast.

A criminal...
we wouldn't have guessed.

He was alone.

You know who's from here.

We wouldn't have guessed
he wasn't from here.

There were three.

It was a moment of distraction.

We couldn't see right.

Without bad intentions.

Coming just like that.

A man came with a knife.

They fough., Sgt. couldn't see anyone.

In my land, they also carry the dead,

and tie the feet too.

If the left foot falls,

a relative will die.

Were you there?
In the church?

What'd I do there?

Did anyone talk to you?

No, you didn't.

You're happy, huh?

Happened what you wanted.

-You happy, huh, gaucho?
-Me?

-Don't know why?
-Let him be. Drink some.

Will you celebrate too?

To the law enforcers!

Doesn't mean anything.

It was an accident.

You had bad luck.
But that happens.

Mario, shut him up.

What ya have to do with it?

-Me? Nothing.
-What are you laughing at, then?

Can't I laugh?

-No.
-OK.

-The policeman prohibits it?
-Yeah.

-What was the man's name?
-Shut up. Shut up!

-I'm not laughing, just talking.
-Don't talk!

-Can't I talk, either?
-No!

-Can't laugh, can't talk...
-Shut your mouth!

-Brave one, huh?
-Will you stop it?

What ya want? The man's dead.

-Manuel.
-So what? Many deaths are left unnoticed.

-How many did you kill?
-Many. But now I'm a truck driver.

-Let him be, he's a drunk.
-Aren't we all?

Policemen, truck drivers... all drunks!

Or does the police prohibit drinking too?

-Come one, let's stop drinking!
-It's useless!

If I want to drink, I drink.

Let him drink.

Won't laugh, won't talk, just drink.

Dou you know Mario?

Yes.

-Did you serve together?
-Yes.

-Quite a fella?
-Yeah.

I thought you wouldn't come.

You can look at me, Luiza.

Wasn't my fault.

You were the killers.

I wasn't there, but at your home.
Couldn't do anything.

Why did you lie?

Between us, it doesn't
change anything, right?

So, why did you lie?

Mario. You're right.

It doesn't change anything.

Yes, it does.

It already did.

Holy Ox.

We're hungry and have faith.
We only need a miracle.

If it doesn't rain soon,

I swear

you won't be saint

or an ox anymore.

If they released the monies,
we wouldn't have this problem.

But next year it'll get better.

You must be happy, when you
finish loading, you'll leave.

The people is good, won't do anything.

But you know, they're hungry
and homeless.

-Yeah. Prevention is better than cure.
-That's what I say...

What about next year?

I hope it has drought.

If time runs out, we'll shoot.

It's good to calm them down.

The Almighty never forgets his flock.

Let's have faith and wait.

God is merciful, and puts to test
the resignation of His chosen ones.

Go on.

Go on.

-I don't like their faces.
-Don't get yellow now.

What was your dad told
when you were born?

Boy or girl?

I'll get a drink.

It was cheap.

Don't worry, I'll pay in a few days.

-Yeah, right.
-How much do you think my truck is worth?

And the traditional hospitality from Bahia?

Maybe I'll have to use a uniform
to eat something.

Put this on the soldier's bill
for his behavior.

What's this, major?
Will scold Santo?

Don't waste it!

-Fuck off.
-Calm down.

-Give me the bottle.
-Go get it. -I'm armed.

Oh, but you shouldn't be, pal.

Sorry, could you get me a box?

I don't want to bury her like this.

Your child?

Died of what?

Starvation.

Your child died of starvation,
and you did nothing?

Nothing?

They're taking all the food, you coward!

You do nothing, you shitty soldier!

Stop!

He stole my gun!

They'll kill you!

-They're surrounding the house!
-First I'll shoot them up!

-And I'll do it well.
-You'll die!

You only die uselessly starving,
not gunned down.

-Don't shoot, Mario!
-No!

He's no better than me.

Don't!

Enough! Enough!

Gaucho! Gaucho!

Get up!

Stand up, Gaucho.

Let's get moving.

What are you waiting for, Mario?

I won't go.

Come on.

What's done is done. That happens.

But why?

We accomplished our task.

Will you be back?

Don't know.

Farewell.

So you were with Gaucho, before he died?

Did he say anything?

It's meat, people! Meat!

Be merciful unto me, O God,

for my soul trusteth in thee,

beneath the shadow of thy wings,

until these calamities be overpast.

My soul is among lions,

who devour me.

Their teeth are spears and arrows,

and their tongue a sharp sword.

O God, manifest thyself,

in all thy splendid glory,

splendid, upon the earth.

For the real God,

for the Holy God,

for the Almighty God,

Amen.

Subtitles by SWFH. Special thanks to ANGEL
Adapted by Jakobsen for the short version