All language subtitles for The.Given.Word.1962.1080p.WEBRip.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX]

Hey, guys!
Come see something!

Look at this guy
carrying the cross!

Look! Look at this clown!

That must be it.

What now?

It's too early,
let's wait until it opens.

I have blisters in my feet...

And my shoulders
are in living flesh.

Now you will learn,
I told you to put a cushion there.

It wasn't right.
When I made the promise,

I didn't say anything
about a cushion.

So, you could have put.
The saint wouldn't say anything.

No, with this stuff about miracles,
we need to be honest.

If we deceive the saint,
we lost credit.

The other time, the saint
will look at us and say:

"So, you're that who
deceived me?"

"So go make your promises
to the devil!"

What are you searching for?

Anything written, so I can know
if this is the church of Saint Barbara.

Of course it is. Don't you remember
what the priest said?

Small church,
in front a wide and fine stair.

If only we could ask someone.

Listen Zé,
since the church is closed,

we could look
for a place to sleep.

A bed now would be
a greater good.

And the cross?

Leave it here,
tomorrow morning...

It could be stolen.

And then I'd have to make another
and came with it in my back.

But you already paid the promise.
You brought the cross.

Here is the church
of Saint Barbara, this is it.

Now, let's go home.

But where we're standing
is not the church.

The church is in the inside.

Damn, if the door is closed,
Saint Barbara must know this.

I could talk to her
and explain the situation.

Then, talk.

I can't, I can't...

Why not?

I said I'd carry the cross
to the church, so I have to do it.

And because of that
I have to sleep

here on the floor,
at the priest's hotel.

You came because you wanted.

When I made the promise
I didn't tell anything about you.

Only about the cross.

Now you say this?
You should've said before!

I didn't remember,
and you didn't complain either.

I'm your wife.
I have to go where you go.

Let's stay down there
until the door opens.

- Piss off!
- Go to hell...

Come here, woman.

When I call, you come here fast,
don't keep talking with the men.

Hello Handsome.

This dress is new.

- It's for you.
- You brought what I ask?

- Let's talk about this at home.
- No way, let's solve this right here.

- Leave me alone!
- Come on, let's cut the crap.

Give me the money.

The night wasn't any good.

Just this?

Yes. The brothel was vacant.

Your...

Asshole! I needed that money.

I own two months of rent,

and the owner is
looking strange at me.

That's your problem.
I have a lot to think already.

I know...
I know what you think.

I think that in the last 3 months,
you're earning shit.

The other girl
is earning the double.

How did you know?

She asked me
if I was in need of money.

Handsome!

You didn't accept money
of that bitch, did you?

What if I did?
I have to live to.

And what I give isn't enough?

You understand.
I have my needs,

and it's fair that I live
up to them.

But what do you lack?

I haven't give you
anything you ask me?

And if you want, I give more.

Don't think it's out of fear
that you'll leave me for Mathilde.

It gives me pleasure
to see you well dressed.

With a lot of money.

I'm proud, you know.

So, in the next time,
don't hide money in your breasts.

Go home, Marli.

You won't come with me?

Go ahead
and I'll go there later.

What you'll do in the streets
at this time?

Go Marli!

- I'll be waiting you.
- Go now!

- It's yours?
- Yes.

- Delivery?
- No, promise.

- That's funny.
- I don't think so.

- Excuse me.
- I didn't want to be rude.

I'm a devotee too.

Once I made a promise
to Saint Anthony.

- Marriage?
- No, she was married.

And you got what you asked?

Yes, I did. Her husband
spent a whole week traveling.

And you paid your promise?

No, so I would do any harm
to the saint.

You understand.
Saint Anthony would feel bad

if he knew that he made
the asshole go on a travel.

- What is it?
- Nothing, I was just looking.

This bed doesn't look
very comfortable.

And you deserve a better thing.

Say that to him, my husband.

Do you know what time is it?

4:05.

- Do you know when the church opens?
- It's not my business.

Six o' clock it must be a mass.
Today it's Saint Barbara's day.

Six o' clock...

And I have to wait two more hours
on this hard floor.

The door of the sacristy
must be open.

- The priest wake up early.
- But at 4 AM?

Well, he have to prepare
himself to the mass.

Why don't you take a look?

Rosa, take care of the cross...

You can go calm,
I'll help taking care of the cross.

Both of them.

But one he carries on his back.
And the other one have to follow him.

And you're not a woman
to walk with any men.

On the contrary, you're a cross
that anyone carries with pleasure.

Don't do that, mister.

I just want to sleep.

I'd give my life for a bed.

White sheets, and a bowl
with hot water to put my feet on.

I could find a hotel near.

Without second intentions,
just so you can rest.

I don't want any trouble.

There is no danger,
everyone knows me.

- Everyone respects the Handsome.
- Handsome?

- Just a nickname.
- Back off. I'm very sweaty.

The hotel has a bathroom.

For a tired person,
a hot bath and a spring mattress...

There is a spring mattress?

I never slept
on a spring mattress.

It's very good.

It's closed, no chance.

And how long will I have
to stay on this hard floor?

Patience, Rosa.
Your sacrifice is worth it.

To who? Saint Barbara?
I didn't made a promise.

Better, tomorrow when you make,
the saint will be in debt with you.

I never saw a saint
paying a debt.

It's not good
to be so disbelieving.

What if Saint Barbara is
in the process of paying this debt?

And who knows if I'm the one
who's going to pay?

- You?
- Yes.

Because in 5 minutes I can find a
good hotel with a spring mattress.

- For her?
- For you too.

Thanks, but I can't.

I have to wait
until the church opens.

If I knew that no one
would steal the cross...

You shouldn't leave it here.

This place have a lot of thieves.

That's what I think,
I won't get out of here.

And besides, the hotel isn't
included in the promise.

And your wife?
She's in the promise?

Rosa? No.

So, if you want,
I can take your wife.

At least, she can rest
while she waits for you.

Do you want that Rosa?
Want to wait for me at the hotel?

Is it a decent hotel?

- Do you think I...
- Sorry, I've always heard about...

- Trust me!
- It's far from here?

No! It's up the street.
Ideal Hotel.

I'll go with her
and introduce her to the janitor.

Then I'll come back and tell you
the number of the room.

Well, it would be a great favor.

Zé, I think it's best for me
to stay with you.

Don't be shy, so you don't need
to stay on this hard floor.

Saint Barbara!
It's going to rain!

Zé!

Okay. Just in case.

I walked 7 leagues,
and I have to walk all this way?

In kilometers, how much is this?

I don't know, but I know
that I cursed 7 times

the day that I stole cashew
with him on the fathers' grange.

So, this is how it happened, huh?

- Do you think he will find his way?
- Of course he is.

This streets are complicated.

We make a lot of wrong
decisions in our lives.

I thought that because
he had a farm,

he would give me
all that I wanted in my life.

A man, and a house.

When we are young,
pardon the word...

we only have dung
on our heads.

So, he has a farm.

Now it's just a little place.
He divided it with the poor.

- What an asshole!
- It was part of the promise.

What they will think?

Nothing, I will take you
to the room and that's it.

Give me a room,
with a view to the sea.

Payment in advance.

I'll pay.

Holy Virgin Mary!

Listen, what's that?

I don't know, maybe he was
with the procession.

What procession?

Saint Barbara's procession
hasn't started yet.

And have you ever seen someone
carrying a cross in a procession?

Not even in the death of Jesus.
Holy Virgin Mary!

- It's day already?
- Yes, it is.

What are you doing?

I'm talking to this man.

I'm waiting for you to help
me with the mass!

Priest! I'd like to talk to you.

Now it's the time of the mass.
I'll talk to you later.

But I come from a long way.

- What do you want?
- I walked 7 leagues.

- Just to talk with me?
- No, to bring this cross.

And how did you brought it?
In a truck?

No, in my back.

Let me see your shoulder.

- Promise?
- Yes, for Saint Barbara.

I was waiting
for the church to open.

You must've received
a great blessing.

Thanks to Saint Barbara,
death hasn't taken my best friend.

Even so, don't you think
that your promise

it's a little exaggerated
and pretentious?

Not at all.
A promise is a promise.

It's like a deal.

If we receive the goods,
we have to pay.

When Nicolau got sick,
you don't have idea of how sad I got.

So, you made the promise
because of this Nicolau?

Yes, Nicolau got hurt for a tree
who fell on a storm.

- It fell on him?
- Just a branch. On his head.

When he got home,
he was bleeding a lot.

My wife and I treated him.
But the bleeding couldn't be stopped.

A hemorrhage. Come with me.

Go now, we're late!

Let's go devotees,
let's go to mass!

So, it was an hemorrhage?

It just stopped when I got cow shit
and put in the wound.

But my son, you can't do that.
It's crap.

The doctor said that
when he arrived.

He told to get that crap out of there,
otherwise, Nicolau would die.

Without a doubt.

So I removed,
he cleaned the wound...

and the blood returned
like a waterfall.

And the doctor put cotton,
but wasn't doing any good.

The blood couldn't be stopped.

Then, after a while,
the little man shouted:

"Go and take more cow shit,
otherwise he will die!"

- And the hemorrhage stopped?
- Yes, it is a great medicine.

You didn't knew?

I'm not interested
in this kind of medicine. Go on.

Well, the hemorrhage stopped,
but Nicolau got a fever.

The next day, something
unprecedented happened.

I left my house alone,
without Nicolau.

He couldn't get up.

Everyone found it strange,

because always where
Nicolau was, so was I.

If I was in the mass,
he was outside waiting.

Outside?

Why? He isn't Catholic?

Because of the good soul he has,
Nicolau couldn't help but be Catholic.

But that's not the reason.

It's because the priest
don't allow.

Nicolau was unlucky
to be born a donkey.

- A donkey?
- Four-legged.

So this Nicolau is a donkey?
And the promise was for him?

Yes, because when I saw that
even the prayers of black Zeferino

didn't help poor Nicolau...

Prayers? What prayers?

Forgive me,
but I tried everything.

Black Zeferino is a famous prayer
in my region.

Dog scabies, animal worms,
cattle plague...

He cures all of this with two prayers
and three scribbles on the floor.

- Everyone says that.
- So, this man is a wizard.

- But his prayers are meant to heal.
- It's not to heal. It's to tempt.

And you fell into temptation.

But for Nicolau there was no prayer
that would make him get up.

I've already started
to lose hope.

It was then that my friend Miúda
reminded me:

"Why don't you go
to Yansan's Candomblé?"

Candomblé?

Wait a minute.

Candomblé?

Yes, it is 2 leagues away
from my farm.

I know that you don't like this.

Of course.

Candomblé is sorcery, Macumba.

But poor Nicolau was dying.
I had to try.

So I did go there, and I told
the woman about my situation.

She said it was really with Yansan,
the Mother of Lightning and Thunder.

Yansan had hurt Nicolau,
so a promise had to be made to her.

But it needed to be
a pretty big promise.

After she had struck him
with lightning,

she wouldn't go back
for any nonsense.

So, I remembered that Yansan
is Saint Barbara,

and then I promise
that if Nicolau lives,

I would take a wooden cross
from my house to her church,

on the day of her party.

A cross heavy
as the cross of Christ.

As heavy as the one of Christ?

And you promised that to...

Saint Barbara.

- Yansan?
- It's the same thing.

No no, it's not the same!

This confusion comes
from the time of slavery.

In this way African slaves
deceived their white masters.

They pretended to worship
Catholic saints,

but actually worshiped
their own gods.

Not only Saint Barbara.

Many saints were victims
of this farce.

But go on.

I promised to divide
my lands too.

- Divide? With whom?
- With the poorer farmers than me.

- Equally?
- Yes.

I see. Rest.

And the donkey?

He healed quickly. A miracle.

A real miracle.

The next day he was already
with his ears up, neighing.

And after a week,
everyone was saying:

"There goes Donkey Zé,
with his donkey!"

I didn't care, Nicolau neither.

Only both of us knew
about the miracle.

Me, him and Saint Barbara.

In the first place, even though
Saint Barbara helped,

this would not be a miracle,
but only a grace.

The donkey could've healed
without divine intervention.

How?
If he got healed in one day?

And besides, if Santa Barbara
would grant you a grace,

she wouldn't do this
in a Candomblé house.

In my chapel
there isn't a Saint Barbara.

But in the Candomblé
there is a Yansan,

which is Santa Barbara.

This is not Saint Barbara.
Saint Barbara is a Catholic saint.

You went to a witchcraft ritual,
invoked a false idol...

and promise this sacrifice
to him.

No, it was for Saint Barbara.

I promised to carry
the cross to her church.

And in the front of her altar,
I will fall on my knees

to thank what she did for me.

All right.

And what do you intend
to do afterwards?

After you fulfill your promise?

What do I intend?

Well, I'll go back to my farm.

In peace with my conscience
and even with the saint.

Just this?

You don't want to be seen
as a new Christ?

- Me?
- Yes, you.

You repeated the via crucis
as in the martyrdom of Jesus.

You presumptuously pretend
to imitate the Son of God.

Father, I didn't want
to imitate Jesus!

Is not true!
Your words were clear.

You said that would carry a cross
as heavy as Christ's.

And this is a proof that you falling
into a greater temptation,

- to be like the Son of God!
- No, Father.

Why do you repeat
the divine passion?

To save humanity?
No. To save your donkey.

He's a donkey
with a Christian name!

But Father, it's wasn't God
who created the donkeys?

But not in His likeness.

His Son was not sent
for the donkeys, but for us.

For you, for me,
for the humanity.

Do you understand?

But Nicolau is not a donkey
like the others.

You don't know him.
He has the soul of a man!

He can have a soul of an angel!

You will not enter this church
with this cross!

Let's go. Let's go.

Father, listen!

I promised to take the cross
to the altar.

I have to fulfill my promise!

You should've done this promise
in a church, or elsewhere,

not in a witchcraft den,
in a Candomblé house!

Father, I didn't walk
7 leagues in vain.

You cannot do that.
The church is not yours, but God's!

You will disrespect
my authority?

Father, between you
and Santa Barbara,

I stay with Santa Barbara.

Close the door. Let everyone
enter through the sacristy.

The cross cannot enter
through there.

Good morning.

You article
about the game sucked.

You need to learn the new rules
of this newspaper.

We don't want it well done,
we just want it to sell, you know?

Got it. But it's not everyday
that we have a good subject.

Make one. A good journalist
must have imagination.

- It's all?
- No.

I want you to find a devout
who carried a cross around the city.

He came from the countryside.

Where is him?

I don't know. Find him.

It must be a crazy guy,
but is news.

And this story about the devout?
It's within the new rules?

Who knows.
That's more up to you than...

That's not your problem.

What is it?

He wants sensationalist news...

and tells me to go after a madman
who claims to be Jesus Christ.

May Yansan give you
a good day, Blondie!

Thank you, Madam.

- Good morning, lady.
- Good morning.

Woke up early, huh?

Good morning, Blondie my friend.
I never seen a day like this one.

To salute Yansan,
don't mind if I ask you to.

Please, can you lend me $2?

You and your verses
always wanting to take advantage...

Did you see that guy?

It's someone crazy...

Is this booklet "The Blind Jeremiah"
really good?

It's an epic.

A new Iliad,
one where Troy is the Moon

and the Trojan Horse
it's Saint Jorge's horse.

I prefer the other one,
"The Black Emerald".

Excellent taste, Blondie.

It is also a masterpiece that recalls
Castro Alves, modesty aside.

White and red flags,
Yansan colors...

And you say you don't believe
in Candomblé!

- I don't, but I'm a salesman.
- We both are!

Is that man
still on the stairway?

Yes, he is.

And he seems willing to stay there
until you let him in.

But I can't let him in.
You know I can't.

If I do, this wouldn't be
the house of God,

but the house of all false
heathen idols.

It would be a chaos.
The end of religion.

He walked 7 leagues
with that cross...

Did you see his shoulder?

It's in living flesh.

Heretic!

Hello! This is for the procession
of Saint Barbara?

- No.
- And what you're doing?

Waiting for the party?

It's too early, and you are
in the wrong place.

- I can't leave here.
- But you have to. Let's go.

Come on.

Look, I want to understand you...

I also want to understand you,
and everyone.

But no one here seems
to understand me.

So, what do you want?

I want to put this cross
inside the church, just it.

Then I promise to leave.
I'm very tired...

It was a promise,
a promise he made.

Promise?

To put a cross
inside the church?

What's hard about that?
Speak to the priest and do it.

I can't help you,
because this priest and I...

are at odds!

Who wants?
The poem of "The Black Emerald"!

Who wants to read?

Father, I'm not saying that you have
to open the door. I'm just saying...

I know, but I can't do anything.
Don't you understand?

I do. I got it.

And I think you have
to take him out of here.

But take him arrested?

That's for you to decide.

Okay, Father. I'm sorry.

No problem.

Zé, the church isn't open yet?

It is, but the priest doesn't
let me enter with the cross.

- Why?
- I don't know, Rosa.

I seem to be seeing things
the other way around.

Heaven in place of hell,
the devil in place of the Saint.

That's right.

Suddenly we realize
that we are someone else.

That was always someone else...

It's horrible.

But this isn't possible Rosa.
I was always faithful to God.

It looks like a punishment.

Punishment? Why?

Because I made a promise
at Yansan's house?

If Santa Barbara didn't agree,
she wouldn't have done the miracle.

Zé, forget Saint Barbara,
think about us.

- Us?
- Think of me, your wife!

But what do you want?

Did you not sleep?
Have you not rested?

Zé, let's get out of here!

I can't. I wouldn't have peace
the rest of my life.

You're too much of a believer.

It's because you don't think
about what might happen.

More than it did happen?

There he is.

Good morning, friend.
Congratulations, you're a hero!

7 leagues carrying this cross.

Heavy, isn't?

And in a few hours
the whole Brazil will know.

You will be famous.

- What is the weight of this cross?
- I don't know, I didn't weigh it.

Even though, it's a record.

In this respect, we can consider it
a great sporting achievement.

It's a proof of physical resistance
and dedication.

But how did this pilgrimage
come about?

The donkey got sick, so he made
the promise to carry the cross

and share his farm
with that bunch of lazybones.

Donkey? What donkey?

Why? You also think
that he isn't worth of that?

Not at all!

Fabulous. "Share his farm..."

Do you support agrarian reform?

Agrarian reform? What is that?

Is what you did with your farm!

I don't regret it.

"He is in favor
of agrarian reform..."

What if the government
took all the abandoned lands

and share with the peasants?

It would be a very good thing.

Everyone must work
on what is theirs.

"He is against the exploitation
of man by man."

Are you from a political party?

Once upon a time,
they want to make me city councilor.

- But this time, mister...
- Donkey Zé, at your service.

Donkey Zé, you will be elected
with donkey and everything!

Yeah! Imagine you returning
to your city,

in an open car,
with a band and fireworks!

Mister, are you crazy?
There will be none of that.

It will, because my newspaper
will promote it.

But don't give interviews
to anyone else.

Of course you will receive
compensation.

Mister, you misunderstood me.
No one has understood me yet!

Zé...

I couldn't convince him.
It's no use for you to stay here.

The priest said he won't open the door
and I know him well.

This is great!

This gives us the time
to organize everything.

The promotion on radio and your
triumphant return with a musical band!

Mister, I came walking
and that is the way I'll return!

Come on! Don't be stupid!
He just want to help us.

He can help saying to the vicar
to open the door.

I'll speak with the vicar.

Carijó, take another photo!
You too ma'am.

One moment, could you make
my store appear as well?

You know, publicity is good.

Over there. Okay.

- Thank you!
- You're welcome.

- Let's hear the vicar.
- Better go through the sacristy door.

I guarantee that now
the priest will open the door.

Everyone is afraid of the press.

I go there.
The situation is getting worse.

The last booklet of poems!

"The Blind Jeremiah",
here on the street!

I'm going to the store for a coffee.
You do not want?

A double.

Coffee.

- Did he suspect of anything?
- Nothing.

He just thinks about the cross
and the promise.

I went home to sleep,
but I couldn't.

- Why?
- I kept thinking about you.

You better not.

- Do you regret?
- Yes.

Now it's too late.

It isn't.
One night can be erased.

We can erase a lot of nights.
This leaves no marks.

There wasn't. I don't know
how he doesn't see.

I even get angry.
Makes me want to tell everything.

It's not a bad idea.
He's not a violent man.

Let's sit down.

He could leave you here in town
and go back to the farm.

- That would solve everything.
- Solve what?

Your life. You have a future.

It's no use.
My destiny is this.

And besides, he needs me.

- But he has a donkey.
- Asshole!

- I wasn't comparing you with...
- He's quite male, you bet!

If he is, why are you
so "thirsty", huh?

Listen, do you think that the priest
won't let him enter?

Didn't you hear him say?

"That man is Satan.
Satan in disguise."

Satan...
Satan disguised as Jesus Christ!

It's a little harsh to me.

This priest is a rock.
But he will eventually give in.

I assure you.
Now this cause is not yours alone.

It's a cause of the newspaper,
so it's also the people's cause!

Let's go.

Close the door.

My son, I'm ekedi in the
Candomblé of the Little Girl.

Soon the house
will be celebrating.

You made a promise to Yansan
and she is there to receive.

I'll take to my house, and the saint
will receive your cross.

But the church?

Send that priest to hell!

You carry the cross
and I accompany you.

No, it's not the same.

This is not the same thing!

Why did you show up again?

You came to talk to me.

Don't make me do
what I don't want to.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Journalists, huh?

Yeah. They took my picture.

Do you think they will publish it?

Well, if you were naked,
sure enough.

- Dressed, I don't know.
- I knew it!

You had to be after a woman!

What are you doing here?

I came to see why you didn't
come home last night!

I was feeling sick,
so I went to my hotel.

Sure...

I'm seeing how sick you are!

- Don't make a fuss!
- You bum!

Shut up!

Go!

Want to play a hard man
around her, huh?

- I don't have nothing with her.
- You spent the night with her!

Let's go home.

No!
I want to clarify this first!

- Let's go home, I said!
- No!

Leave me, Handsome.
I want to stay here!

- Let me go!
- Marli!

I want this peasant to know
that you're mine!

He's mine, did you hear?

That outfit of his was bought
with my money!

And almost all he has!

You redneck!

Shut up!

He's mine, did you hear?

He's mine!

He's my man!

What blind Jeremiah
saw on the moon...

Let's go home Zé, let's go!

Enough, folks! Enough!

"New Christ preaches revolution.
Saint or demon?

7 leagues carrying a cross
and wants an agrarian reform."

Guys, come here!

"He is against the exploitation
of man by man."

Let's help this guy
in the church of Saint Barbara.

- And what about our Capoeira?
- We'll do it there.

Hello, comrade. How are you?

The booklet "The Black Emerald",

novel telling all
of Emerald's life,

from her birth
in the Innocence alley

to her death with 30 stab wounds
on the Doom street.

Does the gentleman want?

- Do you want one?
- No.

I was thinking...

Your fight with the priest
would make a good booklet.

- Do you want it? I can write.
- No, I don't want.

Why? A booklet of verses
would be nice.

No...

Such verses are read
throughout Bahia,

including Father Olavo.

My friend, I am the most
feared poet in Bahia.

If I announce
that I will write the booklet

on the story of Donkey Zé,

I'm sure that the priest
will open the door

and he himself will come
to bear the cross!

What is needed for that?

Well, as you know,
the paper is expensive,

and the price of typography
is sky high.

- Have to pay, right?
- Yes.

I don't want anything.

You may regret it.

I guarantee you,
just announce the booklet

and the priest
will smear his pants!

No, I already told you.

All right.
The one who loses is you.

You and the national poetry!

Hey, Dedé! You need to get
a man job, comrade!

Master Coca arrived early today!

On Yansan's day
there is no strength,

it's just for loafing!

- Will we have Capoeira today?
- Soon! We will soon.

The priest won't let
the man enter?

This priest is like that.

The other day he forbid me
to sell my booklets near the church.

- Why?
- I'll tell you. Let's have one drink.

Two!

He said that the story of Emerald
is obscene, in a sermon.

Two drinks.

And since then,
when the devotees pass me,

they turn away, as if I were
a portrait of the devil.

I don't like this priest,
but thanks to him

my clients increased
and I was photographed.

To the saint!

New Christ preaches revolution!
Check the newspaper!

Hello!

Give me one, boy.

New Christ preaches revolution!

Boy!

- "New Christ...
- He got straight to the point.

- "7 leagues carrying a cross...
- For the agrarian reform."

"Against the exploitation
of man by man."

But to the vicar,
he is Satan in disguise.

He is a communist.
Yes, I'm saying.

Don't you read the newspaper?

The police is sleeping?

Look, come quickly!
See you soon.

"To the vicar of Santa Barbara church,
he's Satan in a disguise.

After all, who is Donkey Zé?
A mystifier or an agitator?"

Did you see?
Things are getting ugly.

"The Afternoon",
the newspaper of Bahia!

New Christ preaches revolution!

- Zé, I don't like this.
- Neither do I.

Mary of Yansan said...

"The promise must be big."

Surely Santa Barbara
didn't think my promise

was good enough
and is charging the rest.

She must be punishing me,
because I promised so little.

I'm being punished as well.

Saint Barbara is tempting me
so I give up the promise.

I almost fell a while ago.

- When?
- When that woman said all that.

I endured silently so as not
to kill her and go to jail.

I have to keep my promise.

- All this is an ordeal.
- Sure it is.

This is the only explanation
for everything that happened today.

Saint Barbara used me
to put you in a temptation.

I fell a strange force
pushing me there.

I don't want to take away
my guilt,

but if all this
is Santa Barbara's doing,

what could I do?

You should resist
the temptation, like me.

It's different.
I wasn't being tested, but you.

But if she is a saint,
and can do miracles,

she can also make me do
what I don't want, as she did.

She can put the devil in my body,
like she did...

But this is not going
to happen anymore.

We'll talk about that later...

on our way home.

The newspaper of Bahia!
Buy "The Afternoon"!

New Christ preaches revolution!

"The Afternoon"!

New Christ preaches revolution!

New Christ preaches revolution!

Look! New Christ
preaches revolution!

The newspaper of Bahia!

In the name of the Father,
the Son and the Holy Spirit.

Our Father, Who art in heaven,
Hallowed be Thy Name.

Thy Kingdom come.

Thy will be done, on earth
as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day
our daily bread.

And forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those
who trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.

Amen.

In the name of the Father,
the Son and the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

"New Christ preaches revolution."

This case needs a deeper study,

but we don't have
a lot of information.

At first glance,
it seems that this poor man...

We cannot judge him
to be just a poor man.

Everything leads us to believe
that he is a mystifier...

driven by the worst intentions.

Forgive me, but the matter now
is not the man,

but the church.

The church's position.

I think that the priest Olavo
is doing the right thing.

Although, at first,

I believe in the correctness
of Father Olavo's action,

I fear that to the people
he seems unfair and cruel.

The church would be
in an unfriendly position.

Sometimes, it takes courage
to assume unfriendly attitudes.

The Monsignor suggests
that we intercede

with Father Olavo to allow...

Not at all.

But I think
we must find a solution

to improve our image
with public opinion,

without, however,
giving in on issues that are vital

for the prestige and survival
of the Catholic Church.

I agree. It would be
anachronistic and ridiculous

if we treat this man today
with the same severity

of the inquisitors
of Saint Joan.

Yes, those were other times.

Although those were other times,

the Catholic Church
did not modernize itself

to the point of admitting
the intrusion of other cults.

Of course, in this regard
we need to be adamant.

Without a doubt, Monsignor.

I suggest that one of us
go there and solve this case.

I think I found the solution.

MYSTIFIER OR AGITATOR?

- Hello Handsome, what's the matter?
- You came fast.

Blondie, two drinks.

What do you want? If it's about you
going back to the police...

- It's not that. I'm okay.
- Take care, we have your file.

I don't believe,
you're very lazy.

Look at that. In my times
this man would be in jail already.

And you expelled me.

Who is he?

You don't even read the newspaper
and think you're smart-ass?

If I were you, I'd lock him
for a few days.

I have to investigate first.

Lock him, now!

But why?
He isn't doing anything.

No? He's doing social unrest!

Come with me.

He'll say a story about a donkey.
But don't believe him.

Come! Come!

"What blind Jeremiah
saw on the moon".

The latest booklet!

Blondie, my friend!

The police
want to arrest the man.

This is not right.
Paying a promise is not a crime.

A few drinks for my buddies.

This friend of mine
wants to talk to you.

- He wants to help you.
- Hello.

Help? Everyone wants to help.
Everyone!

- You have very dangerous ideas.
- Dangerous?

- I'm just saying, my friend.
- Friend?

I see that I'm surrounded
by friends.

Each of them wanting to help
more than the other!

- You're a rebel.
- I wasn't, but I'm becoming one.

That's why you're here
since very early?

Yes...

I'm not leaving here
until everyone understands me.

Everyone!

There has to be a way!
There must be!

I feel like
dropping a bomb there!

God forgive me...

Father...

Father! Father!

Father, I walked 7 leagues
to get here!

God is my witness!

I did not eat today,

and I will not eat
until you open the door.

One day, two days, a month...

I'll starve to death
at your church door!

I need you to hear me!

What do you want
yelling like this?

Disrespect the house of God?

No Father. Just remind you
that I'm here with my cross.

I see.

And that heresy shows
how far you are from the church!

Okay, Father.
But if so, God will punish me

and is not your fault!

It's my fault. I'm a priest.

I must care for the glory of God
and the happiness of men.

- You're making me so unhappy.
- No.

I'm defending your happiness
by preventing you

from getting lost
in the darkness of witchcraft.

No Father, I just wanted...

I've been the whole day
studying this case.

I consulted books
and sacred texts.

The explanation is in that donkey.
It's Satan's work!

Only Satan would lead anyone
to ridicule the sacrifice of Jesus!

No Father! No!

- Why not?
- Because I know him, he's a good man!

Lucifer was also an angel.
But I know his followers.

Even when they disguise themselves
under sheep's clothing.

Even when they're behind
the cross of Christ.

This very cross
they want to destroy.

But they will not destroy!
Will not destroy!

Monsignor Otaviano is here.

Let him pass!

Monsignor!

I know, I'm dealing
with your case.

- Good morning Father Olavo.
- Good morning.

The Archbishop
must have sent him.

For sure the Archbishop
ordered the priest to be scolded!

It serves him right!

Now the priest will open the door.
Go get your cross, you will enter!

I said Yansan has power!

I knew that Saint Barbara
wouldn't abandon me.

If he enters,
will be bad for my store!

Not wanting to go over
your authority,

but just to help you
with our experience,

we ask that
you give some thought

on the political aspect
of this case.

I confess I never thought
about that.

I've only been thinking
about the religious aspect.

Nowadays it is almost impossible
to separate this two things.

If the Monsignor orders...

and assumes responsibility
for this decision,

I open the door
and let him enter.

No, we can't do that
in a such simple way.

We should give
a proof of flexibility

and solve the matter
without losing our prestige.

Honestly,
I'd like to find this way.

We have to find it.

What can't go on
is leaving the church empty

and having all the people
out there beside him.

Come.

- I bet $100.
- I accept.

That the priest will let him
into the church with the cross.

He will not. Candomblé is one thing,
church is another.

- But the saint is the same.
- It is...

but the priest fears competition
and wants to defend his business.

- Go for it, Dedé?
- Yes.

- Do you think he won't?
- I think he will, but tomorrow.

First, the priest
will humiliate him.

Afterwards, he will be afraid
of Santa Barbara

and will open the door.

I'm here at the
Archbishop's request

to give proof
of the church's tolerance

for those who deviate
from the sacred canons.

But I'm Catholic.
I don't understand what you say,

but I want you to understand
that I'm a Catholic.

Alright, we'll give you
an opportunity.

If you're Catholic, deny all acts
performed by inspiration of the devil

and return to the bosom
of Holy Mother Church.

- How?
- Give up on your promise.

Admit it was made
for the devil.

Throw away that cross,
and come ask God's forgiveness.

Do you think I should do that?

It's the only way
for you to save yourself.

The Catholic church
gives us priests

the power to change
a promise for other.

Zé, maybe this is better.

Rosa, if I do that,
I'll be breaking my promise...

to Yansan, Saint Barbara,
whatever.

With my authority,
I release you from this promise.

Come and make another one.

He is giving a proof
of Christian tolerance.

Now it's up to you
to choose between

the church's tolerance
or your own intransigence.

You release me?

But I didn't make the promise to you.
I made it to Santa Barbara.

And what guarantee do I have
that when I return to my farm

I won't find my donkey dead?

It's your decision.
Do you deny or do you not deny?

Monsignor!

Eparrei!
Maleme (Intercede) for him, Mother!

Maleme! Maleme!

I can't... I can't do that.

I can't risk my donkey's life!

Quiet!

So you believe more
in the power of the devil

than in the power of God!

Because everything you did
was inspired by the devil!

Goodbye Father Olavo.

I'm sorry.

I can't do anything else.

Monsignor...

Monsignor! Let me explain!

My brothers!

Let no one accuse us
of being intolerant!

And may everyone remember
the words of Jesus:

"Because false christs
and false prophets will appear.

And they will perform
such great signs of wonders,

that they will deceive many!

I don't want to deceive nobody!

They will deceive many!
And many will follow!

I don't want anyone
to follow me!

But they will!
How they went along the roads,

not knowing that
they were following Satan!

Father!

Father...
I can't take it anymore.

May God forgive me...

For Santa Barbara or for Satan...

I will put this cross
inside the church

no matter what!

Close the door!

Here is the proof!

A Catholic does not threaten
to invade the house of God!

This is sacrilege!

Officer, arrest this man!

It's impossible.
I can't do that.

What are you waiting for?
Not convinced yet?

Wait a minute.

Wait what? Who is he?

A secret cop.

Police? Did you report him?

Soon you'll be free
of that idiot.

You shouldn't have done that!

It's for your own good.
For our good.

Not like that.
I didn't want it that way!

Now it's done.

Please! Hurry, this way!

Good afternoon,
a word to our newspaper.

Please leave me alone!

How many hours do you not eat?

Radio Cultura of Bahia
arriving at Santa Barbara church.

Will the next war come or not?

Listeners, this is an
unprecedented spectacle!

Gentlemen viewers,
good afternoon.

TV Itapoan, channel 5, is in front
of Santa Barbara church

to better describe
this impressive spectacle.

Let's interview the man.
Please gentleman,

have a little look at our camera.
Give our viewers a word.

- Have you ever done a miracle?
- Leave him alone!

- Just a word.
- Leave him alone, I told you!

Let's get close...

It's impossible to describe
what's happening in here.

He's dying!

Ask the Saint
to intercede for him!

He is my son!

For pity's sake,
you can save him!

I can't, I can't...

Put your hands on his forehead!

I can't.

I don't have any power!

Folks, let's go around!

I am a poor cripple.
For the love of God...

Break jereba! Break!

You break today
Tomorrow we break

Break jereba! Break!

The queen has arrived
She came from the sea...

Look, caruru!

- Don't you want, my son?
- No.

- Girl, don't you want?
- No.

Tomorrow you will enter,
my comrade.

I will write the story
of this priest.

I know some secret things.

If need be, we make it up.

Then we'll see whether or not
he opens the door!

- It's on the house.
- No, thanks.

You can accept without embarrassment.
We can make a deal.

Can I speak to the man?

If you promise to stay here,

I commit to provide you both
with free food and drink.

- I'm not hungry.
- But then you can resist.

Does not matter.

- And you?
- No.

What's your problem?

None. I want to go home.

- Alone?
- No. With you.

I thought you were tired of me.

I'm tired of this bullshit.

Leave that cross there, Zé,

and let's go home
before it's too late.

- What are you afraid of?
- Everything!

- Aren't you afraid of yourself?
- Also.

But it's no longer me
who is in danger, it's you.

Good girl.
But she married all mankind!

I'm going there.
I need to talk to that woman.

Why will you still talk to her?

Isn't the shame
you put me through enough?

But I need Zé, I need!

- Blondie, did you see Handsome?
- He was here earlier.

I know, and I know why too.

Look there.
Must be at Yansan's party.

Not quite Yansan.
It's another orisha.

Another saint.

I need to talk to Handsome.
Where he is?

You shameless bitch!

You offer yourself to my man
and still ask me where he is?

I don't need him for anything.

I just want to avoid
a disgrace.

If you really want to avoid one,
better leave him alone!

- Where does he live?
- With me.

You're lying.
I know he lives in a hotel.

So go there to see
what will happen to you!

- Stop it, I'm not afraid of you.
- Neither do I of you!

Let go of me, Zé!

Rosa, have you lost your mind?
Put yourself in your place!

- Fighting in the street with a...
- A what?

You stupid faggot!
Fake churchgoer!

Your wife flirting with another man
and you keep with this cross!

This is part of the promise?

Peaceful cuckold!

Zé!

Women cannot be trusted.

Wait, because soon:

"The Blondie Who Chickened Out
at the Point of a Knife"!

- Tonight we'll go away.
- Why not now?

Let's wait for
Santa Barbara day to end.

Maybe at night it's too late.

Too late for what?

To go back.

Listen to me, Zé.

We should hit the road
right now, this minute.

ON OFFER
AT THE FLORENSILVA STORE

Stop it!

That's a tribute
from our customers.

They collaborate with us.

A little comfort on these days
will not detract from your promise.

Furthermore, after your
triumphal entry into the church,

you'll travel through the city
in an open car to our newspaper.

From there, you'll go
to the government palace

to be greeted by the Governor.

- Mister...
- Don't worry.

You will only say a word or two
to the official candidate.

It's all arranged.

Please take all this away.
We're on our way out!

No, no way. The newspaper
spent the money already.

Music band, fireworks...

It's very easy to carry a cross
through 7 leagues,

but a newspaper
it's harder to make.

Screw your newspaper!

We just want to help!

Over there, Pato, over there!

Help...

They help to disgrace
our lives!

- Where are you going Rosa?
- I'll be right back.

Where are you going?

In the hotel I slept in.
I forgot my handkerchief there.

Leave it there.
I buy another one for you.

Why spend money, Zé?

I like that one.

Don't be discouraged, man.

Today is Yansan day.

Later, at the Candomblé house,
she will be riding her horses.

Go talk to her there.

All doors will be opened.

Let's stop here.
It'll be too far for me to return.

You're going back?

Of course. I just want to know
what they'll do with him.

It's not me,
it's with the police.

Police?
They're going to arrest him?

They think that your husband
is a dangerous man.

It's your fault!

The newspaper said that.

But you could do something
to stop it!

MILITARY POLICE

Do something, for God's sake!
Do not allow!

- Wait, you can't go in.
- Why?

- We're the police.
- I'm a journalist, I have the right.

Police is here because of him.

Didn't I say
that would ruin his life?

News is news. Let's go.

My comrade, go away.
They're setting a trap.

The police are coming.
Run away.

I didn't kill,
I didn't rob anyone.

From my own experience,

with the police it's better
to run than to argue.

Go, we'll hide the cross.

And tonight,
he'll take it to Yansan.

Let's all take it!

Zé!

Zé! Forget it...

The police are here
to surround the square!

- Hurry up!
- Go, my son!

- Let's go, Zé!
- Saint Barbara left me, Rosa.

Abandon the promise too.

She doesn't want you
to fulfill your promise.

No, now I need to go
all the way.

Even if not for her anymore.

Even if it's just to be
at peace with myself!

Let's go Zé!

- That's him.
- Your papers.

- Papers?
- ID.

Mister, I'm here
to keep a promise.

Saint Barbara knows me.
ID for what?

Keep a promise?
Do you think we're idiots?

Now he will talk
about the donkey.

He will talk about that
in the station.

Let's go. Follow me.

I can't.

- I can't leave here.
- Why?

- The promise, officer.
- Nobody talked to you.

The priest said that he threatened
to enter in the church.

I heard him say
he would drop a bomb.

A bomb?

I want you to explain
all of this.

Let's go to the station.

- Let's go.
- Let go of me!

Are you going to fight?

If he fights, it will be worse.

You're wrong, I'm a good man.

I'm here
just to keep a promise.

The vicar can tell
if it's a truth or a lie.

It's a lie.

And not just a lie.
It is also sacrilege.

Father, you can't say
that is a lie,

that I didn't make that promise!

Yes, perhaps he did it
under the inspiration of Satan.

- Father, this man...
- He had all the time to regret.

God is my witness
that I tried to save him.

But he doesn't want
to be saved.

Worse for him.

Yes, worse for him.

No. Nobody will take me to jail.
I did nothing wrong!

So there's nothing to fear,
you'll be released later.

Let's go. Arrest him.

Don't fall for it, my comrade!

No, Zé! Don't go!

Only if I die
will they take me away!

I swear by Santa Barbara.
Only if I die!

Get out!
Here you will not arrest anyone!

- Zé!
- Don't come in here, Rosa.

- Don't come!
- Come back!

Watch out, Father!

Zé!

Holy Mother!

Don't come close!

I wanted to
recommend his soul...

To whom? To the devil?

Go. Quick!

Maleme Yansan!

THE END