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PREVIOUSLY ON

- Lampião!

- Dadá needs to rest for three moons.

Push! Exhale!

God writes each person's fate in blood.

And be careful not to catch a belly full, okay, kid?

By the grace of God, I will starve and thirst those bastards to death.

I didn't find a speck, Captain. They killed our friend.

Instead of running away, you should attack Silvério in Piranhas.

Catch him by surprise.

LUNAR ECLIPSE IN TWO DAYS

You can cross Baixa do Chico without anyone noticing.

If we can't stay, if we can't run away, then so be it.

Fallen angel of the Lord, come to my aid.

Help me defeat my enemy.

That's pregnancy fatigue, see?

Have you gone mad, Sila? Are you crazy?

I was born barren.

Hey! Hey-ho!

I don't know how you stand it.

I have faith that someday, Cassaco and I will get out of this life.

See our child, a doctor.

Carrying that belly of water for nine months

only to give the baby away.

I just want it to be a boy. So he doesn't suffer like us.

Let's go, let's go, let's go! Hey, hey! Hey!

1 MONTH LATER

You can do it.

Yes, you can do it.

Breathe, yes.

- You're doing good. - Oh, Sila!

- Breathe! - Push.

I can't do it anymore…

Breathe.

- I'm not going to make it… - Well done, Nina.

That's it.

Trust that you will. You're strong. That's it.

Come on. Come on. That's it.

- That's it. Breathe. - Push!

He's coming out, Nina.

He's coming out, he's crowning, Nina. Push.

Push, push. Push. Yes.

- Ah, thank God… - He's coming out, Little Nina!

Oh, Mother of God!

- Give it to her! - He's so big!

Oh Jesus, thank you so much.

- You did it! - He's so chubby!

So chunky! Aw, how beautiful!

Big eyes.

Look at that! A baby boy just like you wanted.

Big eyes and chubby!

- Why is there so much blood, Sila? - Oh, my God, that's a lot of blood!

Lourdes, uh… get… get a cloth, get a cloth. Quickly! Grab a cloth.

- Nina? - Go, girl, grab more cloth. Hurry!

Here. Put it here.

Get more cloths! Get more cloths! Go on, girl, grab more cloths,

bring water!

Get some water! Bring it over here!

I need the water in here quickly!

Try to drink, Nina. Drink some water. Here.

Drink it, Nina. Sila, she's not doing well.

Move it! Grab more cloths, Lourdes! Move it!

Go, Lourdes. Move it!

Nina?

Nina?

Maria.

Take care of my baby boy.

Give him to a good family.

So he can be a doctor.

I promise.

It's okay.

Oh, my God…

Mother of God!

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MARIA, THE OUTLAW LEGEND

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- Are you okay, Santa?

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You okay?

Let's go.

How many moons since your last red visit?

I don't remember. I can't keep anything down.

You'll feel a sharp pain at the bottom of your stomach.

Then blood is going to come out.

- Are you sure about this, Sila? - Only God is sure, Maria.

- Are you sure about your path? - Give it to me!

Drink fast so it doesn't taste bitter.

Swallow!

Maria. Maria?

Maria!

Maria!

Maria!

Where are you? I'm so hungry I could eat a horse.

- Sit down and eat. - I ate already.

- This shit is cold! - Then warm it up.

You should have eaten with the whores you were with.

You aren't good for shit! You can't even make a fucking child!

And who would want a child with an old slob with a filthy ass?

You don't get tired of being beaten, huh?

That was the last time you lay your hands on me!

So? Did you bleed?

Not a drop. I need more of that drink of yours.

Are you crazy, Maria? It's dangerous.

You're gonna help get this plague out of me.

- And what if it's God's will? - Why would God want this?

A baby living like this?

Santinha?

You're pregnant, aren't you, Santa?

Tell me the truth.

You'll give birth in your mother's house. Okay?

Silvério is on our trail. You can't stay here.

I belong next to you. Not far away.

God forbid what happened to Nina should happen to you.

You have to take that boy away from here.

Hey, Sila, why won't this kid shut up?

- What do you want me to do? - I don't know. Something!

Well, he's hungry.

I'll go.

But not because anyone is telling me to.

I made a promise to Nina.

Wow, God bless him! He's got big eyes just like Nina.

He's lucky he didn't take after his dad, Cassaco.

What a fat ugly bastard!

And a drunkard!

Wow, that one. You're crazy.

It's a miracle!

It's the first time I've seen you crack a smile.

Right?

As you can see, we're going through many hardships.

Since Jandir ended up in this state…

…there's no way we can provide for another mouth.

This should be enough,

to repair your property and take care of the boy's future.

That's a lot. We don't need this much.

I made a promise. The little critter will be a doctor.

I'll come back every year to visit my godson, okay?

And I'll bring you some more.

Let's go.

Will you look after him?

As if he were my own son.

I appreciate it.

Let's go.

Closer.

Your blessings, Mother.

God bless you.

- And who's this little goat? - I'm not a goat. Nor little.

- What are you then? - I'm Amália.

That's your niece.

Jacinto, grab some water for your cousin, boy.

Is she my aunt who's a Cangaço? I thought she would be a little bigger.

What? You don't think I'm big, kid?

You don't?

Now that you're in good hands, I need to go.

No, you stay. Get some rest.

- I'll go. - Godspeed, child.

Come on in.

Let's go inside before someone sees you. Come.

Come on!

…mom.

With the weapons of St. George I will be armed,

with the sword of Abraham I will be protected,

with the milk of the Virgin Mary I will be sprinkled.

In Noah's Ark I will be gathered.

5 MONTHS LATER

There's no good position.

You should be inside. It's like you want them to see you.

I'm sick of you ordering me around.

Well, I'm sick of looking at your face too.

Who are you, princess? Sitting there with your feet propped up.

Goat piss.

What about you? Can you read?

I can. I read a lot.

The women in your family all make the same face

when they lie, don't they?

I'm gonna teach you.

Don't you fill this girl's head with your bullshit.

- But I want to. - You don't decide what you get to do!

Come here, I'm in charge here! Go away!

You see now, right? A show-off like you. Go inside.

It's come to my attention that you know the whereabouts

of that blind motherfucker.

- Speak up, you dirty pig. - Let my father go!

When I finish my prayer…

and you still have nothing to tell me…

you'll be accountable to our Creator.

Lampião went to Canindé!

Canindé, huh?

Let's go to Canindé!

Go! Come on!

Go! Go!

Oh, fuck! If I was Silvério, I would be in trouble.

It's good to see you back, Corisco.

How was all that time alone out there?

I traveled all around the backlands of God's home.

And I gathered some good men in Cabaceiras.

Bahia, Sergipe, Alagoas, Pernambuco, and Paraíba.

Everywhere I went, I saw one of these.

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Luckily, the portrait artist wasn't any good.

Mrs. Maria.

Isn't she looking after you?

Maria got pregnant.

I sent her to her mother's five months ago.

With that devil Silvério riding around, it was too risky.

I also came to… to see Dadá.

A worthy woman.

Your loyalty is very important to me, Corisco.

You know that. You know this group here will one day be yours.

If you'll excuse me.

- L plus A, "La." L plus E, "Le." - La. Le.

- L plus I, "Li." - Li.

- A-ma-li… - Li…

- Ah. Period. There. - Ah.

Here. Ah…

- Yes. - …má… li… a.

Yes. Maybe you're not that stupid, huh? Just like your aunt. There.

Auntie, is that true that cangaceiros kill people?

- Who told you that? - Grandma.

It's true. We take a knife, open their bellies, pull out their guts,

and eat it all with yucca flour, like sarapatel!

Amalia!

Come and help in the kitchen, come on.

I'm busy. Do it yourself!

Put it here.

What's that, girl? You wanna get slapped? Are you showing off?

Leave her alone. Leave her alone.

It's not enough for you to shovel a load of shit into her head, huh?

Are you trying to teach me how to raise my daughter? Out!

Don't do that, DonDon! Don't do it.

Let go of me!

Auntie, if I was a cangaceira, my mom would be in big trouble.

Come on, Amália, again. Write it again. Go.

- Auntie, can I come with you? - Go where?

So I can become a cangaceira like you. I can be strong.

Yeah? Are you angry, too?

- Yes, I am angry. - Show me.

Can I come?

If you became a cangaceira,

there wouldn't be any men in uniform left to tell the story.

Quit playing around and let's go.

And respect your mother, little goat.

We're two days from Canindé, Silvério.

Mark my words. Virgulino will fall within the week.

Good afternoon.

It's been a long time since I've seen you here, man.

I was in Cabrobó last month.

Then I made my way down, passed through Rodelas, Caraibeiras.

Things are ugly. Now I'm heading to Canindé.

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Would you like anything from there, my friend?

- Hey! Come back here! - Canindé?

Why the hell are you going there, man?

A battalion of men is heading that way, accompanied by Silvério Batista.

I'm taking soap, aspirin, liquor, and cognac.

They said they're going to ambush Lampião's gang.

And a bunch of men have already enlisted for it.

Are you sure?

A colleague of mine who was there said the cangaceiros won't last

- another three days. - What are you talking about?

Huh? That's if I don't get there first, right, brother?

Go! Go! Go!

"My-nee."

For "mine," the "e" is silent. Not "nee" as you said, look.

- "Mine." There. - Mm-hmm.

What's with the face? I can teach you, too, you know?

It's nice, mom.

"Yes…"

- "Or…" - Is something going on?

Huh? Are you gonna talk or not?

- What? - I heard a rumor in town.

What did you hear?

A road merchant said that…

Silvério Batista sent a bunch of men after Lampião.

Where are you going, Maria?

Where are you going, Maria?

- Move! - Hey!

Stop this nonsense, Maria, for God's sake!

Come back home! I'm telling you to come back home, dammit!

I made a promise to Lampião! Go, go! Call-- Call Jacinto…

…to go after her! Get him!

IN THE NEXT EPISODE

Did something happen to Santinha?

Silvério Batista is coming this way with a bunch of men.

And Maria is giving birth right now.

Get everything together and let's go!

Lieutenant, we found this son of a whore.

Let's take this whore's son.

By God, it's Jacinto.

I don't know anything. I swear it to Jesus Christ.

You have to forgive me. It wasn't my fault.

What wasn't your fault?

Translated by Joao Neto