All language subtitles for Dona Flor and Her Two Husbands (Dona Flor e Seus Dois Maridos) 1976-subrip

SUNDAY MORNING -- CARNAVAL 1943

Just look at that broad!

He's dead!

Vadinho, brother.

What'd they do to you?

It's only a joke.
He's pulling our leg.

I wonder what it is,

I wonder what it is,
my love,

that never gives
me peace, my love,

that makes love hurt so.

Could it be time
for him to leave,

is that why he always leaves,

could he be in bad company,

could he
be a child teasing me,

does he
never tire of challenge?

He knows no peace,
nor ever will,

he has no rest,
nor ever will,

he has no limits.

DONA FLOR
AND HER TWO HUSBANDS

What could it be, that's like
a drink, but never enough,

that's like being sick of happiness,

that no 10 commandments
can ever include,

that no ointment can ever relieve,

nor any evil eye, in all of Bahia,

nor all the Saints?
What could it be...

that has no control,
nor ever will,

that has no shame,
nor ever will,

that has no reason?

They should toss in a chip.

Number 17,
his favorite at roulette.

He liked this coffin best of all

I wanted to bring it myself.

It hit the boy hard.
He was very fond of him.

We were like brothers.

His wedding ring?
He never wore it.

Sold it the day before the
wedding to bet on the lottery.

Because he'd dreamt of an ostrich.

Is it true he beat up Dona Flor?

You bet he did!

Hurry up, folks are waiting!

Sofia, bring in the sweets.

Not only beat her up.
He also gambled all her money away.

Pitanga liqueur or cachaça?

What caused his death,
Dona Norma?

What hit him?

Actually, there're many causes.

Liver and kidneys worn out,

heart torn to pieces, the lungs.

Hell of a life!

Vadinho and I were close buddies.

When I learned of his
unfortunate death.

I broke out in verses

spontaneously, disorganized

as in a modern elegy,
without a rhyme.

He was a scrapper.

Dona Florípedes, accept
my sincere sympathy.

You're welcome to call on me for
whatever you need.

Never will another man have
such intimacy with the stars,

the dice and the whores.

The gamblers and black
women of Bahia are mourning.

Roulettes wheels will stop
for one minute.

Flags at half mast in every
cat house.

Asses sobbing in despair!

Dear, sit down for a moment.

You've suffered enough
in his hands Rest now.

I feel fine, mother.

You really hated his guts!

You bet I did.

He was a gigolo and a
shameless drunkard.

A swindler,
a penniless gambler, a bum!

Pushing his way into my family.

Carrying my daughter away
to live at her expense.

The man is dead now, you
shouldn't talk like that.

I cried my eyes out when Flor
left home 7 years ago now

7 years are not 7 days.

Now I can breathe free.

I've got my daughter back.

Divine understanding for he
who lived for his friends.

Mercy and happiness for him
in thy holy peace.

God almighty, Thou hast
so decided.

Let us pray that He receiveth
our brother in his glory

and he shall be delivered
of all sins. Amen.

Your husband was tops.

I brought you some tea.

Thanks, I don't want any

I didn't ask, drink up!

Cheer up, love!

It's good for you.
You'll feel better.

Have some more.

Crabmeat "muqueca".

Vadinho's favorite dish.

Wash crabs
thoroughly in lemon water.

Long enough to clean them
but not so that you wash out

the taste of the sea.
Put them in a frying pan.

Carefully,
because it's a very tricky dish.

Add 4 tomatoes...

one green pepper,
one onion...

sliced into rings to
give it a nice appearance.

And when all is well cooked...

add coconut milk and "dendê" oil.

Serve it hot, as I always did.

His teeth bit the soft shell crabs...

his lips turned yellow
from the "dendê" oil.

Never again his lips, his tongue...

Never again his mouth
burning with raw onion.

What's the matter?

You'd think it was our first time.

Why be ashamed when it's God's wish?

He said it Himself:

"Go on, children,
screw and make babies."

If it weren't His wish.

He'd create all men
without balls.

Cut that out, Vadinho!

Your little hairless pussy!

So lovely and beautiful!

I made a blind bet
asked for 3 cards

I had this feeling
four queens were coming.

And they did!

I can't believe my eyes!

On his wedding day!

He's a crazy nut,

but he's great!

Surprise, surprise!

We have a present for you.

We wanted to give it to you at
your last stag party,

but the motherfucker didn't turn up.

I didn't have to.

Vadinho never says goodbye!

Great, that's terrific!

We girls wish you and your
wife happiness, lots of happiness!

A pinch of salt,

and just a little black pepper.

Four tomatoes.

Peeled?

Yes. Without the seeds.
That's important.

Enough chili pepper.

Add the cleaned shrimps to the
stew cooked in oil

and the other ingredients.

The shrimp "quibebe" is a dish

that pleases all tastes.

But it's a mistake to think
it's easily made.

Cooked wrongly it can turn out
a disaster.

Let's now talk about our
next cookery class.

We'll make a "sarapatel".

Write down the ingredients
you have to bring.

Pork, lamb or ox parts,

3 bunches of coriander,
1 leaf of laurel,

pepper,

one onion, garlic,

fat and animal blood.

Did you take note?
Thanks, Sofia.

To the stew you also
add pumpkin

cut into small pieces.

I'll take a
small piece, this size.

Stir in the stew,

the small bits of pumpkin.

Let it cook until
the pumpkin is soft.

See that it's salty enough.
When the "quibebe" is ready,

put it in a bowl and
garnish it with sliced tomatoes,

onion rings and green pepper.

I advise you to
serve it with rice,

but you can also serve it plain.

This dish is your masterpiece!
Just super!

Aren't you having some cake?

Sure I am, honey.

Coffee is almost ready.
The water is boiling.

I'm late for an
important engagement.

Are you coming home early?

A client! The Paraiso Funeral
Home will pack another one!

Close that thing up!

To die, to sleep

no more.

By sleep to say we end!

I bet 500 it's a male corpse.

Have respect for the dead!

I bet 500 it's a female corpse.

700 female corpse!

Is it male or female?

The corpse.
Male or female?

The name's Darci de Oliveira.

Then it could be either.

For instance, our first lady
was Darci Vargas.

This one's a man, isn't it?

How do I know?

Pricks or pussies, I see no
difference. All I do is bury them.

The bet is off!

What size's the coffin?

Six feet long.

Darci de Oliveira, a six-foot woman?
Not even in a circus!

Vadinho, I'm talking to you.

I want you to take me
to the casinos.

I said I don't want you
in those places.

What they say about me is enough.

You won't take me so I
won't meet your chicks.

They're trash, Flor

trash to kill time.

For me there's only you.

Do you swear?

Sometimes I think we could be

a couple like any other.

You'd get home from work, a
newspaper under your arm

bringing me a gift.

And after dinner you'd put
on your pajamas

and we'd listen to the radio.

Close together as we are now.

Sure, and we'd sit on the
sidewalk and gossip.

I'd play backgammon with
"Senhor" Moreira

while you read this book
from the girls library.

Don't you want to have a child?

You like children and up
to now I haven't.

Don't worry, we've got
lots of time.

Besides, I love you so much.

You're all I want.

I don't lack anything.

Vadinho, the neighbors!
Let me close the windows!

Long time no see!
How're you doing, my son?

Since we have the chance,
shall we go over your sins?

I don't have any.

Really, none at all?

You don't say!

And how's Dona Flor?

She's fine.

Father, I was passing by and
thought I'd drop in.

Since you're doing all sorts
of repairs around here,

you could give me a loan
to help me in a business.

The church's money is sacred.

I know, but if God wanted to
prove what he's capable of,

he'd let number 17 come up
at roulette 12 times in a row.

That'd be a miracle!

I'd fill this church
with flowers,

and I'd pay for the repairs.

God doesn't gamble, my son.

That's because he knows
no good or evil.

The ball going around and
around at roulette

you risking your last chip,
your heart.

What's the matter?

God forgive me, father.

Looks like the angel's
trying to make the saint.

Watch your language!

You're in God's house
Be respectful.

Forgive me, Dom Venâncio.

But he has a gigolo's eye

not that of an angel!

Take a look at his eyes.

They're lecherous eyes.

Shame on you, Vadinho!

Coming back to our business,
if all works out right,

I'll build a Cathedral
to Our Lord.

Alright But let this
be the last time.

Enough for you, buddy
You've even lost your clothes.

Not yet.

I haven't lost my clothes yet.

Wanna bet?

They cost me good money.
Let's say with the shirt and all, 250.

How're you getting home?

I'll pay you 100.
Take it or leave it.

You'll have to lend me
your coat, buddy.

You beast!
Show God more respect!

That man's always drunk.

If the law was worth anything
in this town, you'd be in jail.

Trying to set a new trend, honey?

I've got your
I O U due for payment.

Mine? But I owe nobody.
Let me take a look.

Go ahead.

Aren't you Valdomiro Santos
Guimarães? Here's your signature.

Dr Argemiro, this I O U
has a co-signer.

You scared me saying that.

You'd better call Raimundo Reis.
He's filthy rich.

But of course we went to him first.

He said he won't pay.

He refuses to pay.

Really?

You see, one meets all types.

What a double-crosser!

Always bragging at the cabaret
that he's got cocoa plantations,

that in Paris he screwed
3 dames at once.

Big talk!

I trusted him, took him
at his word

and look what happens!
I go through this embarrassment.

You're the one
who asked for the loan.

Dr Argemiro, for God's sake.

If that crook wasn't good
for the money

why did he sign it?

I didn't worry about it.

And now this.
It's not fair!

I, who've always been choosy
about my co-signers

Raimundo Reis, who'd believe it?

This man's a threat to society!

He corrupts the banking system.

The sacred reliability
there should be.

What then should I do
with this I O U?

Your co-signer refuses to pay
You won't even think about it

I'll have to sue for payment.

Let's send this crook to jail.
You can count on me.

And thanks for letting me know.

Don't worry, I won't fall
for that one again.

This liqueur's delicious,
but it gets you high fast.

It does give you a high,
and the worst hangover.

But it's delicious.

Do you want some?

Go ahead and tell
me what you want from me.

Do you think I don't know?

I'm not being nice just
to take advantage of you.

Say it once and for all.

Well, I won't waste any time
I need some cash.

You'll have to lend me 200

I know, you have
an important engagement.

Not a cent! Today you
won't get a cent from me

I need it, Flor.
It's a case of do or die.

I'll pay you
tomorrow, with interest.

Be an angel, honey.
Give me at least 100.

This will be the last time.

Not a cent!

You watch out!

I'll get it one way or the other.

No, you won't
gamble this away!

Over my dead body!

Let go of that shit!

Dammit!
Let go of that shit!

Leave me alone, you bastard!

You'll see, you bitch!

Murderer! Bastard!

Stop it, Vadinho
I'll call the police.

You miserable beast!

Are you hurt, dear?

Close your bets 19, red.
Pay to red, 20 cruzeiros.

I double.

Don't do that!

200 more on the red.

Leave it all there.

Today we'll break the bank!

Eleven times on the red!
This is suicide!

I'm giving him a heart attack!

Buddy, you're
driving me bankrupt.

Vadinho, I've run out of luck
Could you.

It'll bring you some.

Deep night, a smiling sky.

The peace is almost a dream.

Moonlight falling on the
forest like a silver cloud

of uncommon radiance.

Only you sleep:
you don't hear...

the singer...

of the gracious moon,
and sad story...

of this love

that I sing;
and the woman I love...

does not hear; she is sleeping.

I sing, but not even

the moon pities me,

For when she sees it,
it is I who calls you,

she hides herself in mist.

There on high she shuns me.

On high, lost in thought.

The stars serene,

like velvet moths,

sing dizzily to the moon.

The Universe is silent...

as it hears...

your name in my lament,

my tearful song... by the moon.

I forgot to introduce you.

At the guitar,
the fabulous Carlitos.

Playing the "cavaquinho",
the fantastic Juvenal.

At the flute, the magnificent
Anacleto Porreta.

Vocals: my buddy Mirandão,

the notable poet Clodoaldo,

and my
friend here Cazuza Funil.

My name's Epaminondas
Martins de Azevedo.

Cazuza Funil, you s o b!

Excuse me,
I'm looking for Dona Dionísia.

Third room.

Are you Dona Dionísia?

My name's Florípedes Guimarães.

Does it mean anything to you?

No. But please sit down.

You just had
your baby, didn't you?

Yes. It's a beautiful boy.

I can't have babies.

I have a problem.
It's the way I'm built.

Is your womb upside down?

Something like that.

But you can be cured.
Marildes, a friend of mine, was.

Mine's not an
easy case, though.

My doctor said
an operation would be risky.

Doctors?
They're only good

at nice sweet words
and bad handwriting.

Go to mother Balbina.
She'll lay her hands on you

and you'll have
a baby every year.

Why did you come here, anyway?

Well, there's a talk around town,
if you know what I mean.

People talk too much.

Who's the child's father?

Vadinho, why?

If you have something
to tell me, go ahead.

Vadinho's my husband.

Listen, miss, I'm no lady.

I'm a bitch, a whore. And I
don't believe he's your husband.

White women were never
his dish. For Valdemar,

Dionísia's the only one.

- Valdemar?
- Valdemar, my man.

We're not talking of the same
man. My Vadinho's Valdomiro.

Good heavens, you scared me!

I'm sorry.

It's alright.

My Vadinho's black and strong.
He's a truck driver.

I'm sorry, I'm so ashamed!

Calm down. It's alright now.

So you're married to

the other one, who's
damn crazy about

gambling.
That's my Vadinho.

Can I see your baby?

Can I hold him?

He's cute!

He's really cute!

Bread crumbs.

What's the bet?

It's worth a breakfast.

Is it breakfast time already?

I'll be late for work.

Tell them you're with Vadinho.

This homelike scene reminds
me of a truthful saying

of our late friend
Pedro Arcanjo.

"There's no better place for
a philosopher to live"

"than in a brothel."

"Especially if it's a
whorehouse in Bahia."

I think that's all you'll need.

Come on, after all he
hasn't been home for 4 days!

Vadinho has to learn
to respect you.

I know, Norminha.

Teach him a lesson.

You'll stay with me for
a few days.

Vadinho will be sorry then,

and he'll ask you back,
I'm sure.

You'll lay down the law
and he'll accept.

Won't I bother you?

Sorry I didn't come before,
but I didn't know

what was going on.
Nobody tells me anything!

I'm on your side.

Who'd treat a woman like that!

I don't like nosing
around in anybody's life

but you should have left
that scamp a long time ago.

She's right, Florzinha.

You stay with me
as long as you wish.

I have enough room
The kids are on vacation.

Thanks.

It's all settled.

She comes with me. It's only
for a couple of days, anyway.

Tell her pupils tomorrow

she's left to see her
sick mother.

A little lying won't hurt.

Vadinho's here!

Wake up, Vadinho, or the
bogeyman will get you.

Shut up, you bitch!

You rude thing.
Do you think you're her mother?

Call me if you need me.

Make your bets, gentlemen.

No more bets 17, red.

Who's she?

Leniza Mayer. A famous singer
from Rio de Janeiro.

I can't believe it!
You here at the Palace!

Did you come to break the bank?

She wanted this as a
birthday present.

It seems like a queer present
to me, but she insisted.

How could I forget it?
Let's make a toast!

Tomorrow I'll send you my wife
and the boy with a present.

It'll be nice enough
if they just come.

But I insist.

Excuse me I have an
important engagement.

Taste this caviar
It's delicious.

It's good.

Tasty like a pussy.

Never again his lips,
his tongue...

Never again his mouth
burning with raw onion.

Good morning, Dona Flor.

How do you do?

My dear lady,
time will heal all.

That's life.
It's inevitable.

I'd like a bunch of those.

Please, take these flowers.

Accept them as a present
I insist.

If you'll please.

Untie them when you get to
his tomb. He's a son of "Exu".

His soul must rest.

What is it...?

that screws me up inside, and...

bursts out of me, and...

shows in my face,
and makes me blush,

and shines in my eyes,
and betrays me,

and catches my breath,
and makes me confess...

what I can hide no more...

nor would it be right to refuse...

that makes me a beggar,
and makes me beg...

that has no measure,
nor ever will...

that has no cure,
nor ever will...

that has no prescription?

The other day

someone asked me
what to offer a guest

of snobbish taste,
who disliked plain cooking.

In this case, I advise
braised turtle

with a taste of guilt and sin.

But if your guest wishes
for more refined game

serve him a more sensitive dish,

a young and beautiful widow

I know a widow like that.

Whose bed is a desert
to be crossed.

Burning sand of desire,
without exit

...and every nerve pleads,

...and every organ clamors,

and my anguish
makes me implore for...

what has no shame,
nor ever will,

what has no control,
nor ever will,

what has no reason.

Where's Flor?

In her bedroom, getting dressed.

But she'll come out soon.

Attention! Here she comes!

I couldn't stand seeing you
in that awful mourning.

Thanks, I didn't want you
to have so much trouble.

Do you like it?

Please sit down.

You're pale, Flor.
What's the matter?

I don't know.
I think it's a migraine.

A widow's migraine means
she doesn't have a man.

At last! Stand up,
I want to see you.

You look nice. But you have to
do something to that face.

You looked like a black
crow in your mourning.

Poor thing!

Come here and look!

There's Magnolia!

She won't even leave the kids
alone, the bitch!

She's always wallowed in
the swamp of lust

I don't see how she makes it
She's so ugly!

Oh well, she's got
her qualities.

What qualities can that
good-for-nothing have?

Don't you know?
She's called "the sublime ass"!

Dr Teodoro, there's
someone to see you.

I'm coming.

How d'you do, Dona Norma?

Fine, thank you.

Moreira doesn't feel well.
It's his liver again.

I can't understand it.

He doesn't smoke or drink or eat fat.

He plays backgammon.
But that doesn't hurt, does it?

I don't think so I'm going
to solve his problem.

That's strange I've a friend,
José Otávio.

Do you know him?

He also plays backgammon
and has a bad liver.

Unless he's been drinking
by himself.

But it can't be that
I'd smell it.

How d'you do, Dr Teodoro?

What's the matter?

What's the hurry?

Don't tell me you're not
responsible for this!

"Dona Florípedes, in the
discharge of my duties

"I received the visit

"of our friend and neighbor
Dona Norma Moreira."

"During our nice talk

"she told me of the great
esteem you have for me."

"I'd like you to know this
news made me very happy."

"In this fascinating world
of drugs

"sometimes rather dull

"it was a breath of poetry

"among the barbiturates
and tonics."

"I'm 42 years old."

"I'm a sober man,

"impassioned only of
classical music."

"But I confess these words

"disturbed my sleep."

"So we both suffer from
the same disease,

"and that,

"no drug can cure"

"I hope you don't
find me too bold

"for my intentions are the best
and my devotion very deep."

"In friendship and respect:
Teodoro Madureira."

He's in love, Flor!

And now, what shall I do?

Keep it up and we'll soon
have a wedding.

But I just became a widow.

You count your months
very slowly.

You're like a flame inside.
You must get married

or you'll become
either crazy or apathetic

I think you're right
That's the way I feel.

Outside, a serious lady,

inside, a naughty girl
dreaming of nasty things.

You're a woman.
That's normal.

Teodoro's a nice man.

You won't find many like him.

D'you like him or not?

I can't deny he's very charming.

I address such a venerable lady

to ask for her daughter's
hand in marriage.

If she deigns to accept me

as her husband,

sharing with me the obstacles

and dangers of this

road of life.

I'm sure, this path will be

paradise to me.

I accept.

I want to marry you too.

You sly character!

Will you have an "araçá"
liqueur, Dr Teodoro?

Yes, thank you.

Marvelous liqueur!

It's made by the nuns
of Lapa, isn't it?

No, I made it myself.

Very good, isn't it?

Do you like spirits,
Dr Teodoro?

Yes, sometimes.

Only on social occasions, m'am.

On social occasions.
That's understandable.

You must start looking for a house.

We've already talked about that.
We're going to live here.

But this is such a poor house.

It's a nice house,
and very cheap.

Dr Teodoro's social position.

Besides, it's near the store.

And it's well located for
my cookery classes.

Will you still go on working, Flor?

I did everything to dissuade
her, Dona Rozilda.

But she insists. She wants
to go on with her classes.

But all expenses will be on me.

The money she makes will
be for her pin money.

Dona Rozilda,
we haven't talked yet.

You know I don't like gossiping.

Do you want some more?

I just wanted to know
something.

Lower your voice How d'you
find your future son-in-law?

He seems an honest man,
a hard-worker.

A man of sound principles.

But instead of being a
pharmacist, he could be a doctor.

A real doctor,
not a half-way one.

Now you'll be really happy, Flor.

It's beautiful, Teodoro!

D'you know how many couples spent
their honeymoon in this room

after we arrived in
São Tomé? 18.

Feel at home, my turtledoves.

I don't have to tell you
to have a good night.

Sleep well

my angels.

There! Look, dear.
Up there's the Southern Cross.

Where? Show me.

Over there, dear.

The biggest and shiniest one.

It's the planet Venus, called
improperly the Evening Star

or the Morning Star.

In Latin it's called Stella-Maris,
it guides sailors.

Isn't Venus also the Goddess of
Love? The one without arms?

Yes, she's the goddess of
love in Greek mythology

and also a famous sculpture
by a classical genius.

You're shivering with cold.

You might get flu.

Don't you think it's
about time, dear?

Whatever you say.

What d'you think?

It's wonderful.

While you change, I'll go
to the bathroom.

You look beautiful!

Our honeymoon will
never end, dear.

I'll always be faithful to you.

I'll never look at another woman.

I will be too forever.

You must be tired.
Sleep now.

After all, it was a tiring day.

Teodoro, it'll be alright.

Everything will work out right.

You play well, Teodoro
That's very nice.

Wait until the day
of our concert!

Playing with the others.
All together.

The Sons of Orpheus.

What a nice group!

Excuse my ignorance
but why Orpheus?

Because Orpheus was
the Greek genius of music.

He played to the animals

and to the stones.

You know everything.

You've finally arrived!

How's Dona Rozilda?

Feeling better. It was just
an attack of asthma.

If you'd stayed longer

I couldn't have stood
the loneliness.

How was your trip?

Alright, thank you.

The boat was crowded.
I'm tired.

Sit down.

This is Madalena,
our new maid.

She has good references
and has proved to be polite.

What about Sofia?

I had to fire her.

While you were gone

she wouldn't obey me and
was always grouchy.

I told her to sweep the floors

and she called me...

called me Doctor Laxative.

What cheek!

Poor thing.

Poor thing? She's insolent.

Unworthy of your
kindness, my dear.

Sometimes you want to be kind

and end up by being foolish.

You're right, Teodoro.

I wanted to surprise you.

I thought I'd finish it before
you arrived I hadn't the time.

Now you can't say
something's missing.

"A place for everything,
everything in its place."

Do you know where I found
your money?

Behind the radio valves.

Only gypsies do that.

You can open a savings account.

3% interest every month.
That's already something.

In the bank your money is safe

from thieves.

You think of everything, Teodoro.
What would I do without you!

I'm here as a pharmacist,

proud member of this society,

who tries to honor
his doctor's diploma

even when against his
own commercial interests.

Besides,

I've spent all my life

dealing with pill makers, bowls,

filters and bottles,

studying diverse substances
like sulfates,

iodines and oxides.

And I don't forget that as a man,

I have to do my duty.

As a responsible citizen
I have to defend the interests

and the health of the
population.

Machine-made drugs

will never be sold in my store.

I know that famous wise men
here in the audience

uphold the industrialization
of medicine.

This is the case of our
honored president.

Dr Emílio Veiga,

world-renowned for his
discovery of the use

of the "Jurubeba" plant in medicine.

To those worthy opponents,

I bow with respect.

But to those disloyal
opponents

who underestimate my work
in chemistry,

I shall answer with the
correct formula

of a substance they couldn't

pronounce scientifically.

"Lanate.

"Glucosite C

"equal to Ethanol

"plus Glucose

"plus 3-Digitoxines

"plus Digonousoxigenolide."

Your husband was magnificent!

It was beautiful.

I didn't understand it,
but I liked it.

Teodoro, I feel very proud when
someone praises you.

Even when it's a woman.

In time you'll learn.

The principles of pharmacology
aren't very difficult.

Ladies and gentlemen.

The concert will start.
Please, take your seats.

It won't be really a party.

We invited a few friends
of Teodoro.

Thank you for the invitation
I'll surely be there.

When I think of your future
I'm less pessimistic.

I say to myself: here's
someone really happy with life.

At peace with the world.

Am I right?

It's almost a sin, Dom Venâncio

but I'll have to confess

what I'd never say to myself.

Mine's a happy life.

Many people envy me.

But when everything's
going right.

We're so happy and all,
I don't know what it is.

I feel depressed.
I don't know what it is

or how to explain it.

Dom Venâncio, I think
it's my evil nature.

Not at all, Dona Flor.

Happiness' not a story.

A happy life's not a novel.

That's true.

So, we'll be waiting for you
Saturday at 8 PM.

I'll be there.

To the happy joining
of the twin souls.

Our recently elected treasurer

of the Bahian Pharmaceutical
Society

and his noble wife,
Dona Florípedes

an example of qualities
and virtues.

And past-master of cooking.

To the couple that's an
example of a blessed union

blessed by God and all men.

And may this anniversary

have many happy returns.

From the beginning I felt
Dr Teodoro and Flor

were made for each other.

I'm a kind of soothsayer.

Aren't I, Flor?

As I was saying, 7 terrible years.

I believe in any miracle
worked by music.

But, scientifically

we're not in complete accord.

She's now the right size.
Bursting at the seams.

Money makes a woman beautiful.

No, not money, Peace,
rest and happiness.

Who'd say she'd find all this
in our druggist!

Why all the enthusiasm?

Nothing. We're talking
about the beauty

and charm of our hostess.

Dr Teodoro,
even the mentally sick

are calmed by music.

For example, a well
played bassoon.

Or a violin.

The evidence's clear.

Even a cripple will improve

with a massive dose
of good music.

Of course, physical defects.

I think we overstayed,
Dr Teodoro.

It's time to go.

Darling, it's late.

It was an unforgettable evening.

Congratulations, Dona Florípedes.

Thank you, come again.

It was an unforgettable evening.

I'll walk them to
the trolley, dear.

I'll be right back.

Come here!

Why did you come today?

You sent for me I just arrived.

It's been a long time.

Not on the mouth!

You're fussy.

You look just the same.

I put on weight.

You look great!
Good enough to eat!

Dom Venâncio was right.

He ogled your ass.

Don't be silly!

He was always respectful.

Stop it, Vadinho!

Don't forget I'm a married
woman Only my husband.

I'm your husband.
Have you forgotten?

I'm the first.

Stop. He'll be here any time.

I'm glad to see you,
but now go!

He must be arriving.

If he sees you, what'll I say?

Dope.

He can't see me.

Nobody can.
Only you.

Flor, my downfall.

He sleeps in this bed.

I can't help it.

But there's room for us three.

Respect!
I'm an honest woman.

You called me!

Come back tomorrow!

But don't come naked, please!

I can't come and go, Flor.

D'you think the trip is easy?

D'you think I can say:
"I'm going and I'll be back"?

Go, Vadinho!

I'm ashamed.
I'm not up to this. Go!

I'm going for a walk.
We'll talk tomorrow.

But kiss me on the mouth

if you want me to go.

It's him.
Go, Vadinho!

Goodbye, pal.

Wonderful party, dear,
nothing went wrong.

Everything perfect.
No flaws, I loved it.

Everything went well, right?

I'll go drink some water,
and I'll be back.

Mirandão, the magnificent!

It's the marriage of
heaven and earth!

Unsoundable mystery
of Lady Luck!

Number 17, you bitch!

Stop it, Vadinho! Go away!
I asked you to go.

Lie down next to me.

If I do, you'll start
messing me around.

I promise I won't.

You'll be mine when
you want to.

You'll open your legs and
give me your pussy.

How's it doing?

Your pussy!

You haven't changed a bit!

Come near and let's talk.

Closer!

I missed you I wanted
to see you, touch you.

You that were so mean to me.

What did I do?

I heard you used to chase
two of my pupils.

Shame on me! You're dead and
buried, I'm married again,

and I'm still worrying
about your affairs.

I missed you.

I won't betray him. Teodoro
doesn't deserve that.

You promised
you wouldn't touch me.

Not against your will. But I
didn't say I wouldn't try.

What do you want to talk about?

How's the world seen
from above?

It's blue.

What does God look like?
Have you seen Him?

God's fat!

Take your hands off!

If number 17
comes out after this

I'll agree with you.

It's witchcraft, not a
swindler's job.

It's witchcraft, sorcery,
black magic!

No way out. Damn it!
I'm done for!

I'll go back to my
Bella Italia.

Get out you devil!

What's the matter?

My little devil

2 o'clock. Number 17 won't
come up anymore.

It's a gang, the Mafia.

Watch Mirandão.

Today's my day

17, you s.o. b.!

Black, number 17.

Flor's wardrobe.

Lady's underwear.

This guy's crazy!

Dr Teodoro's dust coat.

Hi, love! You're back!
Where were you?

At an important engagement.

An engagement!
The same old story.

You sent me away.
Why are you complaining?

What are you doing?
Put it back!

You told me not to go
around naked.

You called for me many times.

You want us to
fuck around, don't you?

To make your pussy burn.

I didn't call you for that
I wanted to talk to you.

To fuck around!

There's someone here!

Get going, Vadinho!

God sent you!
Only you can help me.

I have to find a way
to get rid of Vadinho.

He's been disturbing me.
I don't know what to do

I've lost my willpower.

Make his soul rest again,
or I won't answer for myself.

He wants to take me with him.

Just now,
he was trying to do that

I felt so feeble, I
almost went with him.

If this doesn't end, that'll happen.

We've got to do something
I'll speak to "Pai" Jerônimo.

"Mother" Balbina can't deal
with the affairs of "Ogum".

Vadinho is protected by "Exu".

It's got to be someone
who deals with "Ojê".

Do it quickly, or something
terrible will happen.

I'll get the money.

Remember the
first time I felt you?

You got close to me.

You held me and put your hand

on your mermaid ass.

My smooth belly.

Your avocado breasts.

You grew fatter, Flor.

You're plump.

I'm gorgeous
from top to bottom.

Your pussy's the best of all.

What does it taste like?

You know like what!

Pepper

and honey.

What did you do, Flor?

They're taking me away!

My God!
The witchcraft!

Vadinho, you nut!

What could it be...?

That's sighed in the alcoves...

Whispered in verses and prose...

Agreed inside burrows...

That goes on in the minds
And around from mouth to mouth...

Lighting candles in the alleys...

That's spoken loudly
in the taverns...

And screamed at the
marketplaces...

And no doubt is found in
nature. What could it be...?

That is not sure
and will never be...

That cannot be mended
and will never be...

And has no dimension...

What could it be...?

That's found in lovers' minds...

That the insanest poets sing...

And inebriated prophets swear...

That is found in the
cripples' pilgrimage...

And in the unhappy men's fancy.