01x26 - Episode 26

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A toast to Antônio

and Beja!

I lost the other glove!

You'll have to stay here
until you find it!

I have to go.

Go. I'll find it and bring it to you.

Beja!

Beja!

I couldn't wait until sunrise!

Are you out of your mind?

If my grandfather sees you
it'll be the end of us!

I just came to bring your glove!

That's not my glove.

I couldn't find yours anywhere.

I brought one of my mother's pairs.

She has tons, she won't miss it.

You did that to come see me.

Say it.

I'd do anything to be with you.

Anything?

Yeah?

I can't.

I can't.

Beja...

We shouldn't, we...

We...

It's unbelievable!
You'd use any excuse to go see Beja!

Always! You went after your b*stard
as an excuse to see Beja!

-She is my daughter.
-She's the daughter of a harlot!

The whole valley laid with her!
It could be anyone's child!

You swore
you'd never go near Beja again.

I don't want to be near her.

But the girl...

I need to meet my daughter.

Not you, nor Beja will stop me
from doing what I must do.

-What do you mean?
-I've decided.

I'll talk to the priest,

and I'll put my name
in that girl's baptism certificate.

And the promise you made our father?

That promise was a mistake, Angélica.

Our father...

Let's keep the past in the past.

It's wrong that the girl
suffers for this.

I shouldn't have abandoned her.

There's no way you can't understand
what she went through.

And why should I?

-Why?
-Because you were abandoned, too.

Left at our doorstep.

Have you never felt the need to know
your true parents, Angélica?

No.

I haven't the slightest desire

to know who abandoned me here.

The only family I have
is the one that raised me.

And that's the same family

that you shame and humiliate

every time you go off running
after that wh*re!

Do not speak to me like that!

If you want the past to be in the past,

If you want to avoid repeating
the same mistakes

and totally ruining
your political career,

stay away from Beja.

And the b*stard girl, too.

Or I may act brashly.

You've been warned.

MADAM BEJA

I came as soon
as I received your message.

-You said it's urgent. What happened?
-Careful with those oranges.

You must choose well.

One rotten orange
will rot the whole basket.

I didn't come for your insults,
and I don't like oranges,

I prefer apples.

The forbidden fruit
that the serpent gave to Eve.

Adam bit the apple, too.

Of his own free will.

-We have our responsibilities.
-That's the problem.

Responsibilities.

You know, Antônio has the awful habit
of feeling responsible for others.

For the love of God,

don't let my husband
get close to your daughter.

I don't want to, and I can't afford
to live with that embarrassment.

When he doubted being Teresa's father,
he permanently closed that door.

My daughter has no father,
only a mother.

If I were that girl's mother,
I'd be worried.

Very worried.

All Antônio needs to do is include
his name in the baptism certificate

and he can be anyone's father.

That's life.

The silence of a man is worth more
than the words of a woman.

Now shut your mouth and open your eyes.

Give up on the arugula,
it'll make your salad too bitter.

I need your help.

We must be quick. Come with me.

As we all know,

those who are loyal
belong to God's flock.

When a sheep strays from the Lord,

the whole flock
suffers the consequences.

Never mind, I'll sit elsewhere!

The whole flock!

Without exception.

Excuse me, please.

What a lovely couple.

-Father?
-Shouldn't you carry on with Mass?

-You bow to the power of that demon?
-Father!

Such words in church? God help you!

Am I the demon?

Couldn't you at least
use the appropriate gender?

Succubus?

I'm a woman, and all.

Father, shouldn't you
continue with the Mass?

-See? They're used to my presence.
-It bothers me.

I told you you're not welcome here.

Then you'll have to drag me out of here.

And to do that, you'll have to put
your hands on my body.

The little priest has hands!

Father Otávio, there's no need for this!

No, no, let him! Let him.

Let the chicken show what he's made of.

Respect me, harlot, I'm no chicken!

How about you run by the estate later?

You can show me if you're a real man.

-Get out!
-Come, Augusta! Come!

Come!

BAPTISMAL RECORD

Teresa, Teresa...

Here!

Did you do it?

You could baptize her again
and pick another name yourself.

Where would I be without you?

It would have been easier had they
not changed the locks to the backdoor,

which we have the key for.

That'd be way less fun.

Antônio is not going to like it
when he notices her registry is gone.

He can cry all he wants.

His name on my daughter's certificate,
he will never have.

Do you think he'll give up?

If it's up to me, he'll never know
where this certificate is.

I'll just say she was baptized
outside of Araxá.

I doubt he'll search village by village
until he finds out.

What if he asks Josefa and Mendonça,
her godparents?

No. My friends wouldn't talk
without consulting me first.

My God.

What will I do with all this food?

A soulless family, capable of...

abandoning me here for years.

We have to talk.

If you want to talk
about my daughter again, I can't.

I came to clean up.
There's much work to do at the farm.

You make time for everything.

To the cows of the farm,
to your b*stard girl.

What about Maria?

Don't you miss your sister?

Despite the fact
she tried to k*ll me, I do.

That was years ago.

And she's still there, suffering for it.

-How do you know?
-I visited her.

She is my sister, I had to.

If you cared about her,
you'd have gone too.

How is she?

Either we bring her back home,

or she will end herself
in that wretched place.

Sin is washed away with sweat and tears.

I've sweat and cried,
but these sheets are never clean.

You're new here, no?

Yes.

I arrived yesterday. I hate this.

It's a pleasure.

I'm Eulália.

I don't care.

Here,

we do not talk.

Breaking the rules again,
my fallen angel?

Today, you'll wash the toilets

so that you'll learn not to get dirty
with the new-coming sinners.

Come. Come.

Genoveva, isn't that little chick
one of the harlot's girls?

If she's not from Beja's estate,
then she's from the tavern.

What could she have brought?

I'm afraid to find out.

Who said I want a harlot's gift?

You may not want it now,
but you'll want it later, I'm sure.

How dare you?

-Get out of here! And take this, too.
-No, no, no!

I have orders not to take it back.

If you don't want it,
then give it to someone who needs it!

Enjoy!

There's nothing left.
Not a grain of sugar, not one crumb.

Just as I wanted,

each lady of Araxá gets a sample
of the banquet they rejected.

Now this village will know
what true pleasure is truly like.

Especially after you, little miss,

put those chopped up little blue
mushrooms in all of those little snacks!

They make the world so magical!

My stomach really hurts!

-What's wrong?
-It's boredom.

If only Mrs. Colonel would let us leave
the house, you wouldn't be writhing.

Mom, why don't you let us
go outside anymore?

Girls,

Araxá is not the same anymore.

It's not as safe
as when you left for college.

Especially with certain people
returning from the capital.

Who do you mean?

No one special.

I just don't think it's wise to let you
be out and about by yourselves.

Where did she get this temper, this...

Mother, it hurts!
I swear it's not boredom!

I'll have some boldo tea made for you.

You know what that is? Dulce de leche.

I saw you scarfing the stuff down.
Turn over, that might help.

There you go.

I'll get you
a warm compress, too, alright?

I knew it!

You want to rob me, you traitor!

I will k*ll you!

Not one step further!

The unfaithful cannot step into church.

By Saint Sarah, Father!

I need to pray.

I've betrayed someone's trust.

-You did?
-Yes, I shouldn't have.

She's too good to me.

It's like some force inside me
compels me towards the dark, you see?

The name of that force is Satan,
and the dark place you see is Hell.

Your soul is corrupt.

I know I'm a sinner, Father!

Mass reminds me of my true parents.

They died when I was little.

Thank God, I was adopted by my
gypsy family, whom I love dearly.

But I still...

I still miss my parents.

Father Otávio,

I'll do anything.

I'll do anything to be allowed
to pray with you, sir!

I'll make an exception.

For you.

If you clean the church,
I'll let you come and pray.

Thank you, Father!

Thank you, Father.

-Thank you!
-My feet are chaste, harlot.

Of course.

Father Otávio, you don't know
how good you are to me.

Now, go. Go, you lost soul,
and get ready to be a servant of God.

-Excuse me.
-Go!

-Mom! Help!
-What is it, Joana?

-Is the pain worse?
-No.

I'm dying, and you're laughing?

Honey, you're not dying!

You've become a woman.

Don't worry.

It won't be visible.
Two folded towels is enough.

No one will know? You promise?

It's impossible for no one to notice.

The towels are hidden under the dress,
they can't be seen.

But it's impossible not to notice
when a woman blossoms.

She becomes a sun, a force of nature.

She awakens the passions of men.

And their fears, too!

You mean beauty?

That too, honey,
but I'm talking about life.

I'm talking about the baby,

that a woman and a man create together,
but only the woman carries until birth.

Mom, I knew the seagull story was fake.

-I'm having a baby right now?
-No! No, honey, not now!

You will once you love someone.

You'll know it when it's time.

And how do I get to make
a baby inside of me?

We'll talk about that later.

There's enough good news
for today, my love!

And the pain? Is it gone?

I think it went away, with the blood.

I'm not working today.

Shall we visit your grandma?

Can I bring Vicente?

It's all delicious, dear friend.

Mrs. Josefa,
won't your son and husband join us?

When they join forces to analyze
lawsuits, they're dead to the world.

Don't worry,
I'll have them served at their office.

You potato thief!
I will report you to the judge!

He happens to be my grandpa!

My grandpa is the Prosecutor,
he would never accuse me.

Watch it!

Girls, why not pick out one of those
cloths I had brought here from Africa?

-As a gift!
-Great idea!

We could make new dresses with them.

I don't like
dressing differently from others.

They always looked at me funny
at the college, because of my skin.

It's better if I'm not noticed.

I'll pick out a really colorful,
exotic looking one!

But you left it there?
You didn't tell Joana how...

How a baby is made?

Her body changed.

It did!

But, in my eyes,
she's still a little girl! A child!

I'm actually scared.

-Of what?
-I learned the things of life too soon.

My mother always told me everything.

If I tell her everything right now,
I'm scared she'll end up like me.

How is that bad?

People have always stared at me
like I'm a demon.

I don't want them to reject and glare
at my daughter as they do to me.

You should come here more often!

And you, Beja, thank you for the chat

and for the snacks from the gathering
that never happened.

They took my soul for a ride!

If the ladies of Araxá just knew it...

They will know, my friend.

All mine! All mine, all mine!

It's so hot!

You were up all night again, Zé.

Yes.

I told you this lawsuit
would rob me of sleep.

It seems they all have lately.

It's true.

I'm sorry.

I have a lot to do today.

Have a good day.

Good night.

Are you going out to see your b*stard?

Since when do I answer to you?

Your father must be
twisting in his grave.

Instead of criticizing my actions
toward my daughter,

why not evaluate
what you've done with yours?

Did you forget you have a daughter
you abandoned at the convent?

Your daughter is a fruit of sin!

What I did for Maria
was out of compassion!

And who are you

to talk about sin?

You've sinned as much as I.

Perhaps more.

Maria.

I heard Mother made you
clean toilets all night.

I'm sorry.

It was my fault.

I should have known
that this could happen.

We aren't here to chat.

You didn't come to supper.

Not to breakfast.

It's alright, Maria!

Be careful.

Look, I...

I hid this for you.

My name is Eulália.

Remember?

How can you smile in a place like this?

-Even here, angels exist.
-No.

You're just a sinner,
abandoned here like all the others.

I wasn't talking about me.

Does it hurt?

It's from scrubbing the floors,
but I'm used to it.

No one gets used to pain, Maria.

We were born to be happy.

Give me your hand.

Stay away from me, sinner!

Or I'll tell everyone what you did!

I'm sorry.

Never come near me again. Ever.

Beja, consider carefully what you'll do.

-These women deserve no pity.
-It's more than that.

They don't need pity.

They need to open their eyes,
which their husbands closed.

-You're not thinking of...
-I'll help all of them,

to climb the mountain I did.

To be strong like me.

Is this because of Antônio's threat?

-Of taking Teresa from you?
-That too.

And with the pious women by my side,

even though a man wills it,

he will have a hard time robbing
a woman of her daughter.

Januário, did you say the right time
when you made the invitation?

-Yes, ma'am.
-Great. Then you may go.

-They must be near.
-Yes.

Come. The last thing I want is to
participate in a woman-only gathering.

-Insanity!
-Yes, let's go.

Excuse me.

-Make yourselves at home.
-Thank you.

Wait up!

Do you think this will work?

It already did.

It is a pleasure to receive you ladies
in our first soiree.

Offered by the City Council of Araxá.

I did exactly as they do at the capital,
I hope you like it.

Please!

I know we do not always
coexist peacefully,

but nothing can trump a nice chat.

Cornmeal cake, pão de queijo.

To air out our relationships, no?

Is something wrong, Mrs. Ceci?

Shouldn't this gathering
be only for ladies?

You're right, Mrs. Ceci.

I'm not a lady.

I am a miss.

Well, I don't know about you ladies,
but I'm starving!

Please, enjoy!

Enjoy yourselves.

They're beautiful, but you can eat them!

Excuse me.

Good Lord, this cornbread is just
like the one I received at home!

There's pumpkin jam right there,
Mrs. Genoveva.

-Made with much love.
-How do you know?

That love went into it?

Severina prepared each
and every single one of these snacks.

Even these bonbons,
with Surinam cherry liquor?

Yes!

I wish I were so skilled at baking.

My husband won't let me eat
more than two spoons of anything!

He says women with barren wombs
are worthless if they become fat.

If he could only see me now.

Good thing he can't!

Not eating this would be a sin!

Isn't it great to do as we please?

Without men to boss us around?

Since this is a soiree,

how about we listen
to a little bit of poetry

while we fill our stomachs?

"Your eyes, they spread divine light,

to whom sunlight, in vain, so dares.

-A poppy, or a delicate, fine rose..."
-Beautiful, Josefa.

-"...covering faces fair as snow."
-Josefa...

My word!

"Your hair, like strands of gold.

Your lovely body, made of balm.

But nay! Nay! Made you the heavens,
our sweet pastor,

not for the glory of love
like priceless treasure?

Gratitude is due, lovely Marília,

gratitude is due to my beautiful star!"

-Beautiful, Josefa!
-That was lovely!

-Josefa! Josefa!
-An artiste!

I eat this this all over again!

Alas, the sweetness ends!

Beja,

could we have more meetings like this?

Of course! Yes!
Whenever you ladies please!

I'm sure of it.
Both of Beja's girls were on this book.

Now I see only the youngest.

What's this?

Antônio.

Father, could it be,
that someone tore that document out?

Perhaps someone who doesn't want you
to know about little Teresa?

Do you know who it might be?

What do you mean?

Just as you heard, Beja.

We would like your older daughter's
baptism certificate.

As mother, you have a copy.

I can't see why this
would interest you, Father.

Or you,

who has no right over my daughter,
who I brought into this world.

A page was torn from the church book.

The page with Teresa's certificate.

It could only have been you.

Do you have evidence
to support this accusation, Antônio?

Confess, Beja.

Father Otávio saw that document
in the book before.

Did you confuse yourself?

Father Aranha wasn't even here
when Teresa was born.

You certainly called a priest
from outside to baptize the girl.

Father Albano, God rest his soul,
arrived here shortly after her birth.

He was very orderly.
He'd never lose a document.

Listen here, little priest!

You took the church
a little over a year ago.

-What do you think you know about me?
-I want that document, Beja!

Tell me where it is!

I owe you no explanations
regarding my daughter.

But,

to end this matter once and for all,

my daughter wasn't
even baptized in Araxá.

Don't try my patience!

I demand you present this document
so I can include my name as her father!

Why this, all of a sudden?

-You doubted you were her father.
-Enough!

Today, I will meet my daughter!

She isn't here!

I don't want to be bothered in my own
home over this, or any other matter!

Lest you find out a woman
is much stronger than any man!