01x23 - Episode 23

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You were right, Paulo.

What we feel

is so much larger than what we show...

than what we say.

I didn't know it...

but I love you.

I love you so much.

I love you.

I love you, I love you.

You don't need to see the world
of the living anymore, my love.

It's time you open your eyes
to eternal life.

When will we do it without the sheets?

You know I'm a God-fearing woman, Paulo.

And I'm a man in love.

To illuminate your path, dear father,

when you're on your way to heaven.

Antônio.

Can Maria not go with us
to the cemetery?

Your father was a very loved man.

So respected.

Many will go to the cemetery
to say goodbye to Lueji's son.

My father would prefer to be buried
as per our ancestral traditions.

My husband will be buried
by the laws of God.

MADAM BEJA

The priest you called here
from Desemboque gave a lovely speech.

I'm exhausted.

I need to go home.

Antônio, my son.

Come.

Valdo awaits you.

I'm staying.

Shouldn't we all go together?

Angélica.

No wife has her husband repeat himself.

Come.

I'm very sorry, Antônio.

-Did you watch the burial?
-From afar, to avoid trouble.

Even after everything,
your father deserves my respect.

Cry, my love.

Time is a slow remedy.

But you are not alone.

I'm here with you,
and I'll take care of you.

I can't.

Not as we agreed.

Forgive me.

Come with me to the capital.

I'll buy you a house, with everything
that you deserve to have.

Come.

Are you asking me to be your mistress?

Again?

My father,

he made me promise.

He was dying, Beja.

-How can I deny a dying man?
-What about the woman you love?

Can you deny her?

Or this child, your child,
sitting here inside of me.

Do you have the gall to deny us?

Don't you want to be with me?

We can be together!

With me hidden away?

No!

Your father is dead!

I'm alive!

I will not be without you.

I don't deserve that.

I've lost too many people.

Including you!

-And I'm losing you again!
-No...

I don't want to cry
because of you anymore.

-I can't, I won't...
-Beja, Beja, please try to understand!

Forgive me.

-Forgive me!
-I...

I understand your pain.

I really do.

I'm just tired of forgiving you.

I already have my phantoms.

I cannot live with yours.

Don't be like that.

I'm your child's father!

No.

I am the father
and the mother of this child.

And only I am.

Beja, don't do this.
Come back here! Let's talk!

Beja!

Carminha!

It's like you're bottomless!

How many times must I tell you
not to eat like a c*ptive?

She has to eat.

If she doesn't, her boy will go hungry.

It's alright, father. She means well.

Mother, do you remember
when I was small?

I only slept if you kissed
my forehead three times.

You were always so needy.

I was so scared of the dark.

But daddy is here, my love.

Her crying was so quiet,
it was so adorable.

It was like she didn't
want to bother us.

What is this, Carminha?

-Why are you crying?
-I...

What was that?

Someone knocking at our door
at this hour, without notice?

Carminha, we mustn't dawdle,
we must go pray for our son.

Hello there, Mr. Judge.

-Hello, Augusta.
-What an unexpected visit.

Carminha.

Excuse me.

Pardon the t*rd,
Mr. Rodrigo invited me to eat with you.

-Right, Mr. Count?
-Why didn't you say so?

-Augusta would have cooked more!
-Yes!

Maybe you don't know your son-in-law,

but the Count is known
for his very illuminated attitudes.

-Botelhinho.
-You don't want them to know?

-Your husband's stunts?
-Stunts?

It's nothing, dear mother-in-law.

I'll oblige your request, Botelhinho.

What does he request from you, exactly?

Mr. Judge, the Count, your son-in-law,

will be the first personality to give
an interview on my newspaper.

Neat, right?

They said you wanted to talk to me.

Sit.

I couldn't even mourn his death.

I beg your pardon?

You locked me in that room.

Since yesterday. I...

-You didn't let me bury him.
-Maria, if not for you, he'd be alive!

-Don't say that.
-You k*lled him!

-No!
-Like you would've k*lled Antônio

if they hadn't stopped you in the act!

Let alone what you did to your sister.

-I told you...
-She lost her baby because of you!

-I just wanted Angélica to...
-There's nothing you could say

that could forgive
the harm you've caused.

Don't you love me?

You haven't married.

You've had no children, either.

You don't know,

but not everything
someone tells you is true.

God knows I wish
it were true, but it's not.

Just because you weighed down
my body for months

doesn't mean that I know you.

It doesn't mean I like you.

There is no guarantee of love
between mother and daughter.

Look at you, then look at me.

In what way are we alike at all?

-Mother...
-We aren't!

There is absolutely nothing
in common between us.

But Angélica?

You only care about Angélica.

That forsaken child
someone dumped on our doorstep!

-Her skin color is like yours.
-Shut your mouth, girl!

But your blood,

true blood of your blood,

only the two blacks
in this house carry it.

Antônio and I.

Accuse me of whatever you want,

but it was you who made me like this.

I've always alerted your father
of the demons that consume you.

You really think he died because of me?

-Even God doesn't doubt it.
-He doesn't doubt me, either.

Only God knows how misunderstood
I am in this house!

-Enough! Enough, Maria!
-Only He knows!

I will not keep you tied down anymore.

But during our mourning, you'll stay
in your room, and you'll not leave!

None of us know
how to deal with a m*rder*r.

Going to Paracatu and back so quickly
has been terribly exhausting.

I couldn't wait to get home.

By the way, I collected the payment
for your latest painting.

Your paintings are selling like mad!

Is that a new head wrap?

Do you like it?

It's a typical Cabinda style.

-Why Cabinda?
-Because that's the land I come from!

I discovered my great-grandmother
came from there!

I'm very proud of our roots,
and proud of our ancestry,

but our land is Brazil.
We were born here.

We didn't come here, we are from here.

I don't feel that way.

I need to know where I come from,
so I can know where to go.

I'd rather look to the future.

My future can only be complete
once I know my origins.

But I could pick
something more discrete.

Zefa, we've worked so hard
just to be accepted.

I ask myself,

how will people look at you
when they see you dressed like that?

They already look at us funny, Zé!

You know what? I don't know
if I want to be seen as one of them!

What matters now is how I feel.

I could not feel more proud of myself.

Where's João?

-João?
-Severina.

Beja, it's okay.
I know we're not on good terms,

but I have nowhere to go.

What's going on?

Are you hiding from someone?

Do you see?

I need to aid the captives.

João, the risks...

It worked a few times,

but today the sl*ve catcher
was tenacious, thwarted the escape,

maybe he recognized me.

I don't know.

All I know is I need to hide
until he stops looking.

Do you know if you were followed here?

I hope not. I left my horse
and went into the tall grass,

to evade them.

Without eating, no one does anything.

Thanks, I haven't eaten in some time.

Judging by looks, one could tell.

I can't go home.

-I don't want my parents in danger.
-You'll stay here.

Won't it bring you trouble?

If it's to help you,

and if it frees more captives,

then it's decided,
you are going to stay here.

Angélica will eat in her room.

She's indisposed.

We already talked, Maria.

I'll bring food to your room.

Let her sit with us to eat, mother.

I'm not hungry.

I'm waiting for Valdo
to prepare the carriage.

You're in mourning. You'll stay here.

No.

I'll go back
to where I never should have left.

Calm down, sister.

We will deal with this at home,
as a family.

You have all done your part.

You humiliated me

because you don't understand my mission.

But God knows.

With the nuns,
I'll be closer to the Lord.

My path is with God.

He is my only family.

Please ask Valdo
to prepare the carriage.

You startled me.

Why are you standing there?

-Get my things already, go.
-We need to talk.

I can't hide this away anymore.

Please don't go to the convent.

I've always loved you!
I can't be away from you!

Not even my family loves me, Valdo.

-Let's go.
-Maria.

I know I'm just an earthworm,

but you could learn to like me in time.

And your brother,

he's more than my boss, he's my friend.

I'm sure he'll like it
if I propose to you!

I'm already married.

To God.

Now, come. There's a long way to go.

I am so surprised,

with this João I did not know yet.

You're disappointed?

No!

Quite the opposite.

It's beautiful,

having you out
from under Antônio's shadow.

Poor man.

He lost his father,
and I didn't hug him.

I couldn't go.

It's always been complicated.
Feels like I owe him and his family.

Is that because of Lueji?

My family and I are free thanks to her,

so I've always let Antônio overtake me.

In everything.

But he never demanded repayment, did he?

No.

I demand it from myself.

I grew up thinking
he was someone special.

But what you say about him,

this "something special,"

is the very obstacle
that stands in his path.

He has to be what everyone expects.

It's difficult.

He believes in Grandma Lueji's mission.

In freeing the captives and sl*ves, but,

he thinks about all of this
much too rationally,

Antônio truly believes in the law!

People think we're all the same
because our skin color is the same.

But we aren't.

Antônio is a monarchist.

I am republican.

He thinks papers will solve it all,

but I believe in taking actions.

He's not...

He's not better than me.

Nor worse.

We are...

just a little bit different.

Today, I know this.

Thank you for taking care of me.

João.

We'd better not.

-You know...
-You still love Antônio.

I don't want to hurt you.

Let me worry about myself.

I just want to love you.

I want to take care of you.

Let me do things my way.

My heart alone
could love for the two of us.

They found me!

-They're after me!
-Calm down!

I'll sort this.

Be calm, stay here.

I still don't understand

the reason why you gentlemen
have come to visit me.

Well, some of the farmers of the region

have come looking for me to report
the escape of their captives,

and it seems like they had help
to be able to escape.

I confess I would applaud them,
if I knew who they were.

So where do I fit in?

A masked black man was seen today

in front the sl*ve quarters.

Quit dancing around it, Costa Pinto!

The man's horse was seen running around
the vicinity of the Estate of Jatobá.

Mr. Judge and Col. Felizardo,

the only black man to come here
in quite a few days is my boyfriend.

If he had gone out, I'd know.

Boyfriend?

May we know his name?

João!

Is something wrong, my love?

Do you need anything, gentlemen?

We apologize for the inconvenience.

It seems my information was false,

but, as a judge, I couldn't neglect
to come check, you see?

-Let's go.
-Yes.

Let's go.

The b*stard won't get away for long.

That was close.

Don't I deserve another kiss?

For helping my boyfriend?

Boyfriend?

You said you wanted to take care of me,

but you're the one
who needs taking care of.

May I take care of you?

It's all I want in life.

I would pray for that boy,
morning, day and night!

Soon a priest comes,
then we can baptize Vicente.

My God!

Good God, Costa Pinto is all raggedy
and covered in mud!

We'll be going, she wants
to light a candle for the saint.

-Go, I'll meet you there.
-Mother.

Never forget this,

I love you very much.

What's all this?

This is like a farewell,
for Pete's sake.

Pardon me, she became
very emotional after giving birth.

Come, baby. Come.

Son-in-law, sort out
that poor girl's gloom!

You thought I didn't see
the carriage out back, you bum?

Or, Count, I should say.

Or should I call you what you are?
A fugitive!

Mr. Rodrigo, I've just returned
from one of my duties,

this police officer here is searching

for some Inácio Guimarães da Cunha.

Based on the description,
you look just like him.

He told the policeman,
you're the Count of Seven Swords,

but he didn't believe it!

I certainly did not.

This is the fugitive I was looking for.

-You should turn yourself in, boy.
-My God!

Why blackmail me
if you gave me up already?

I did nothing, I swear!

You did! You went by Vila Rica,
asked too many questions,

you left a trail and came back here.

I concluded he'd be here.

-You can't even blackmail right.
-Inácio.

You're under arrest
for k*lling Diogo Carneiro.

-He's not a m*rder*r!
-Forgive me, father-in-law.

But, unfortunately,
I'm the one he seeks.

Run, Honorato! Run, my love!

We need to go, honey! Now!

Don't touch my grandson!

-Mother.
-The police heard the g*nsh*t!

They're coming!

-We have to go.
-But, my son!

Your mother raised you,

she can look after Vicente
until we return!

I promise I'll be back for you, my son!

Honey. Daddy loves you.

So much.

Now she's a fugitive, Costa Pinto.

She shouldn't promise what she can't do.

-Over here!
-Hands up!

My God, they k*lled him!

TWO MONTHS LATER

I wanted to thank you, Father Bento.

For coming here from Desemboque,

to bless our nativity.

And also to bless Vicente.

Hello, dear!

Hey!

And through him,

pay tribute

to a dear friend I've lost.

A tragic accident two months ago,
with her spouse.

Carminha! Your mother!

She was the light of this village.

Just like you are, my love.

Are you prepared
to burn in hell, Mr. Judge?

You bribed everyone to hide
that your daughter k*lled a policeman.

Shut up, Botelhinho!

We are parents who tragically
lost their daughter,

we don't have to tolerate
your provocations!

If you so much as mention
this topic again,

I will have you arrested for blackmail.

Come.

Fold it well, baby.

So it all fits.

Antônio will need those clothes
at the capital.

Christmas used to be
the happiest time in this house.

The gifts.

The supper.

But, now, we have nothing to celebrate.

I lost my baby and my father.

-And my sister.
-Don't waste tears on her.

I'm sure she's being treated well
at the convent.

Can I get the sheets, Mother?

You tried to flee, my angel.

The duty of cleaning sheets

is given to those who repent

and wish to expunge
their sins with their sweat.

Mother,

in these months that I've been
locked in the darkness of the cell,

I've done nothing but repent!
Nothing! I swear it!

I need to feel
that your remorse is true.

In the meantime,
we will help you repent.

Mother. No.

Mother! No! Mother!

-Mother! No!
-Repent, Maria!

Don't let Angélica see!

She's terrified a wheel
will come loose on the road.

She always dawdles in the apothecary.

This, here,

I can sort in just an instant.

There.

You promised your father.

I will not accept the child.
I'll just check if she needs anything.

That's the least a father can do
after giving up his child.

If you came to talk to Beja,
she will not receive you.

Leave it, João.

She can speak for herself.

João.

Thank you.

I thought I'd made myself clear,

back at the cemetery.

I'm leaving.

But I will not leave my child
without support.

Take it.
So the child never wants for anything.

Money, Antônio? I have plenty of that.

I didn't want this child
to grow up fatherless.

Like I did.

Let me do what I can do.

Or I'll never forgive myself.

You already did, for every time
that you turned your back on me.

Let me redeem myself.

-Please.
-Do you know what I want?

That you never cross my path again.

-Did you forget our agreement?
-Go back to the carriage.

-Mother is by herself.
-You may have been elected,

but if you continue
to humiliate me here,

you'll reach Rio de Janeiro
without a wife.

And with a massive scandal
on your shoulders.

I'll scream quite loudly,
they'll hear me from the capital.

I have the right to support my child!

Your only son died in my belly.

Or you had a b*stard child
with a prost*tute,

and that made your pregnant wife
suffer so badly she had a miscarriage.

You decide.

Which story should the politicians
of the capital hear?

I can't let you leave alone
in that state!

João.

I'm not sick, I'm pregnant!

I just need to air my head out a bit.

-No.
-Alright.

Come with me, but please,
get my hat for me.

Please.

Help me, mother.

-You'll forget me.
-It's impossible to forget you, Beja.

Now it's just you and me, my love.

Help me.

Help me, mother!

Help me, mother!

Help me, mother.

Help me, mother!

Help me, mother.

Help me.

Help me.

Be brave, Ana Jacinta.

It's time to bring my granddaughter
into this world.

All of us who came before you

are here to help you!

Be brave!