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You've already admitted that you bought the Devil's Trumpet for your daughter.

Was it really for her?

I suppose that crimson handkerchiefs are a staple in Madam Beja's wardrobe.

What kind of question is that?

Just like the gold coins,

which were found next to Dorotéia's body.

No colonel has as many coins as you do here in Araxá.

As for the bruises on her neck...

Even people like us, non-exemplary Catholics...

-keep one of those in our pockets. -I would never kill Olívia.

She was my friend above all.

Friend?

Even though she cheated you,

by stealing your crown with the biggest diamond ever found in Brazil?

That's hard to believe.

But I can believe in your intelligence.

In fact, I can visualize it.

Olívia's stop to attend nature's calling was providential.

Wasn't it?

Nothing like a little help of fate.

A very diabolical help, in fact. Excuse me.

The poor thing tried.

She struggled.

But the bruises were there, to tell us the story later.

That's enough, Inspector.

Yes! She wanted to scream and to run away, too.

Olívia wanted many things.

But I imagine a dose of Devil's Trumpet wasn't her idea.

Was it Romulo's idea?

One of your henchmen. Right?

Now your imagination has crossed the line.

Imagination is an ally in any investigation.

I don't have to go far to figure out the rest.

When the nausea started, you didn't want to wait.

And the toxic effects of the herb might not have been enough, so...

you used the handkerchief.

Choking Olívia with her own vomit would have solved the problem quickly.

The body tumble that left a bruise on her head was just the grand finale.

Do you think I'm a woman killer? Is that it?

The most interesting thing...

is that you've made it look like a routine attack.

A whore being raped in the middle of the road. Poor thing.

Leaving the girl's breasts exposed was a masterstroke.

-You're both lunatics. -Where's Romulo?

-Where is he? -I dismissed him.

How could I keep a man who betrayed me on my side?

He colluded with Olívia's betrayal.

And it's an efficient way to get rid of the only witness, right?

Not one. Four.

I didn't kill Olívia.

I didn't kill Dorotéia.

Much less Luzia.

Don't forget Col. Botelho.

-I didn't kill anyone. -That's what a killer says.

I'm the one who brought you in to solve these cases.

-Why would I do that if I were guilty? -To throw you off the scent.

Smart criminals do that, Beja.

So why would I kill Colonel Botelho?

When he found out that Botelhinho was selling part of the family farm,

the colonel came to you.

Asking to return the dowry. To get the land back.

And you, stubborn as a mule, didn't want to discuss the matter.

So he blackmailed you.

Because you couldn't imagine it, but he had a card up his sleeve.

Something only he knew. Something that would make you kill him.

He discovered you were the killer of the whores in Minas Gerais.

That's why you killed him.

Your accusations are serious, Inspector.

They're just suppositions.

Come back to me when you have concrete accusations.

Get out of here. You know the way.

Do you believe her?

I have the feeling that this woman is hiding something.

-What would she be hiding? -Beja has all the men at her feet.

But there are two she keeps on a tight leash: João and Antônio.

Curiously, they are both running for a seat in Parliament.

One of them will be elected and will take Beja to the capital.

Do you think she's already prepared for her escape?

We need to find irrefutable proof against Beja before she flees Araxá.

MADAM BEJA

This fountain was an achievement of Beja, my wife.

She had my full support as President of the Council.

As you can see, this beautiful fountain guarantees access to water for everyone.

Drink up, gentlemen.

The road needs improving and so does the street.

With your help, I'm going to rebuild this entire village.

-Good morning, João. -Good morning, Antônio.

Gentlemen.

Beja, my wife.

When I'm elected and we move,

Beja will light up all the halls in the capital.

Right, honey?

I don't know what to do.

I've reached a crossroads.

With two paths ahead of me, being pressured to follow one.

Please, help me, child.

Beja?

Are you following me now?

In fact, I'm being drawn to you.

Just like always.

Look, I need to talk to you.

You can't be my wife because we're both married, but...

after I win this election,

you and I can live together.

Like we've always wanted.

You're married to Angélica. I'm married to João.

And we already have each other.

Why change this arrangement now, Antônio?

I'm sure that this seat in Parliament will be mine.

So, would you come with me?

You know how much I value everything I've achieved.

And I wouldn't give up anything to fit into anyone else's life.

But I don't know if I could bear

to be away from you for so long again.

Hey, my child.

Your mother and I will be very happy together.

Botelhinho, I heard your father passed away.

-My condolences. -Thank you.

I can imagine what you're feeling. I've already lost my father.

-You didn't tell about the funeral? -I'm the only family he had.

And his friends...

My dad owed money to so many people, so nobody came.

Only the oldest members of the Liberal Party.

How sad.

Don't you want to carry your father's coffin?

Too heavy.

After all, you reap what you sow.

Excuse me.

I didn't know you were coming.

-Did you arrange something with Beja? -No.

I came to see you.

And I'm full of hope that you'll want to see me and talk to me.

I miss you so much.

So much.

Flowers aren't enough...

for me to trust you again.

Please, Severina, forgive me.

All these years...

every time I've thought about you, it hurt.

That wound still hasn't healed.

I'll take these flowers to Beja's room.

She'll like them. Excuse me.

Severina, did something happen?

No, nothing.

Just the past insisting on coming back.

If it still affects you, it's not the past.

It's the present.

It's really distressing when you have to admit you haven't gotten over it.

Look at me.

So many years later and my son can only see me like this, dressed as a nun.

And I don't even know what it's going to be like when he finds out the truth.

Carminha, Vicente is a golden boy.

He'll love you.

Imagine having a mother who has traveled the world? An artist.

It must be wonderful to be applauded.

But all the applause in the world won't fulfill me

if I don't have my son's love.

Everything will be fine.

I'm sure of it.

Come here.

If only Honorato were here by my side.

He will be.

Soon your husband will be back.

Weren't you the one who said he had gone to do something important?

I just hope he succeeds.

Yes, he will.

Forgive me, my dear saint.

For hiding from everyone that Carminha is alive.

But it was for the best.

Who would want to be remembered as a murderer?

I'm worried about my daughter.

I wonder where she's sleeping.

Has a friend taken her in and is hiding it from me?

This is the third time, Beja.

I don't know what's gotten into me.

You don't get a minute's rest either. Too much nervousness leads to this.

I'm in no condition to perform today.

-And the Estate is full. -I'll dismiss everyone.

Your health is more important.

There are some colonels who came from far away just to see the Estate.

I can perform in your place.

Not like that, Beja.

I promise not to embarrass the Estate.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Good evening.

The Estate of Jatobá is having a very special event tonight.

Madam Beja has given up her stage so that you can have the honor

of watching an artist who has performed all over the world.

With you, Mademoiselle Rouge!

A fresh face around here. I'd love to get down and dirty with her.

She reminds me of Dorotéia.

I liked her.

Bravo!

Colonel, I don't choose men like the landlady.

So I ask you to kindly leave.

So I'm going to ask the police to come

and arrest a criminal that Beja is harboring.

I knew this nun story was a hoax!

Look at you, Carminha.

Wasn't it enough to be a fugitive? Did you have to become a whore too?

You can't denounce me.

Not only can I, but I will.

If you hand over your daughter,

you'll force me to do something I've been avoiding for a long time...

-Play hardball. -Play hardball, eh?

Don't forget, madam, I'm a judge's wife.

I know that.

And this is the main reason.

Are you really prepared to see your husband,

Judge Costa Pinto, lose his job?

You know as well as I do that your husband bribed

the police to cover up the death of a Church official.

It was just to avoid tarnishing her reputation any further.

We are talking about your daughter.

And you and your husband made up that she had died.

Since when does a man who pretends his own daughter is dead have any moral

standing as a judge?

Do you really want to fight with me?

-What could I expect from a whore? -Nobody here wants a fight.

-I just want to live with my son. -Even if he doesn't know who you are?

-It's enough for me to know who he is. -Can you give me your word?

Mrs. Augusta, the only word here should be your husband's.

To explain the number of crimes you commit.

Get out.

Looks like I've got more time to win Vicente over

before telling the truth.

My friend, Vicente will be very proud of you.

Believe me.

APOTHECARY

Come on, I can't arrive at the farm at dawn every night.

I'm serious. Uncle Felizardo has been asking questions.

Go, Belgard.

Why is my name here?

On the list of suspects?

That's not what you're thinking.

Did you approach me to investigate me? You think I'm the killer of prostitutes?

-Listen to me, please. -I don't want to hear any more.

I feel dirty. Like I'm sleeping with the enemy.

Why, Fortunato? Do you have something to hide?

No, I don't.

But I don't want to be with someone who doesn't trust me.

Get out of here!

Don't look for me ever again.

Was it that inspector who left you like this?

How do you know?

I noticed.

When you were both at Beja's farm.

Take it easy.

I'm not going to meddle in your life.

But I want you to know that I'm here to listen to you.

I've never met a woman like you, Siá Boa.

Someone capable

of loving without asking for love back?

I love you so much, Fortunato,

that you...

and all your anguish fit in my heart.

In my embrace.

Come here. Cry.

You can cry.

Cry all you want.

How are the preparations for João's trip?

For the election?

Everything's ready. He's leaving today.

And Antônio? Is he excited?

Well, in his own way.

I can't get used to seeing my son fighting with yours in politics.

Just the two of them. They're lifelong friends.

Maybe they're not such good friends.

Excuse my bluntness, but that's what I believe.

"Truth may hurt, but falsehood destroys".

I'm going to get ready. João is waiting for me to leave.

-Will you accompany your husband? -No.

-I'm staying. -Alone?

Mrs. Ceci, you should hurry up too.

Your son will want to give you a hug before he leaves.

I'll walk you to the door.

Josefa. Mr. Avelino.

Good afternoon.

Mrs. Ceci,

I'd like to ask you to keep a low profile.

-Have I done something wrong? -Questions.

Don't comment on what we both saw at the lake.

Well, If I can't ask your wife questions, I'll ask you.

How can you allow this boy to stay under your roof, Mr. Mendonça?

I'm sorry, Mrs. Ceci,

but that's my problem.

And I believe you have many things to worry about.

After all, your family is far from perfect.

How absurd.

People have totally lost any remaining shame and composure they had.

These degenerate people.

"Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths."

Ephesians 4:29.

Look here, miss, I'm your mother.

-Respect me. -A mother who rejects me?

And who has no morals to speak of others because she drinks like a fish?

It hurts a lot to know that my mother is a sinner.

But if only she loved me. But no...

How can anyone reject someone as pure as you, Maria?

My mother...

She never...

Actually, it's everyone, Father.

Everyone has always rejected me.

I'm here, Maria. To welcome you.

To help you.

To guide you.

You will always find comfort.

Peace.

And light.

-Valdo, what are you doing here? -Don't you ever leave this church?

You're always with that priest. He's just a kid.

-Have you been following me? -No.

I mean, more or less.

After I saw you on the road that day...

bleeding from the wrists, I got worried.

Well, I dismiss your concern.

Whoever I wanted to worry about me, doesn't.

-Look... -Leave me alone, Valdo.

Fetch me some.

Are you two all right?

Valdo?

At last I've found you! I looked everywhere.

-I'm not one to run away from work... -What happened, Valdo?

It's Maria, isn't it?

It's no secret that you like her.

But I think you should think about your future.

-What future does a peon like me have? -A future of work.

Like mine. That's why I came after you.

While Antônio is traveling,

I want you to teach me everything I need to know about a farm.

-From corn to cattle. -Does the boss know about this?

Valdo, if Antônio wins this election, I'll be your only boss.

But aren't you going with him to the capital?

Do you ask your boss that kind of question?

-No, ma'am. -Then obey.

And try to get back to the farm soon because we have a lot of work to do.

Yes, ma'am.

Believe in yourself.

And in what you're going to do if you're elected. You'll be fine.

That's right.

Leave it to me.

You're handsome.

Severina.

Shouldn't you be on the road?

I came to say goodbye to Beja.

It's one thing for you to meet on the sly,

but right under my nose, it's a bit much.

I think you shouldn't argue.

You have more important things to defend from now on.

I wish you both luck.

Let's face it, Beja.

If you wish my opponent good luck, you're wishing me the opposite.

I have to agree.

What's more, if you kiss him...

and then kiss me, it's as if he's kissed me himself.

Don't do that anymore.

The carriage is waiting. You'd better go.

Your heart beats for both of them.

But their hearts only beat for you.

If I could, I'd bring them both together.

Antônio and João complete each other.

In a dream, perhaps, but in real life,

you know that, in a while, you'll have to congratulate one

and offer your lap to the other, don't you?

Joana?

You're very sweaty, what's wrong?

-And it's not even that hot in here. -The nausea is the worst.

It's really bad.

Could it be that you're like this because I hurt you?

Remember that day at the fountain? You even bled.

No. I don't think so.

I've been waking up like this for a few days now. It hurts here.

Vicente, Father Otávio needs you in the choir.

Fine.

Excuse me.

I apologize, Sister Rita.

Apologize to the Father. I'd better go back to my place.

Do you want company?

-You felt bad. -I just need to cross the plaza.

I'd feel a lot worse if the rehearsal had to go on without you.

Excuse me, Sister Rita.

That's impossible. Joana is pure.

I heard the two of them talking.

They did what only adults can do. In the fountain.

And Joana's body shows all the signs of pregnancy.

-What are we going to do? -We need to observe to be sure.

-God forbid, wouldn't it be better to... -Terminate the pregnancy?

I can't force her to do something like that with her own body.

These herbs are too strong.

-The only option would be... -Getting married?

Good Lord. But maybe it's the best option.

APOTHECARY

Joana?

Honey...

Do you know when a star in the sky seems to be pulsating because it's so bright?

That's what you had inside you.

A trail of stars, a glow, a life.

Now it's back to the heavens.

Why didn't you tell me what happens when a man and a woman get together?

-I... -No, you didn't.

You said I had to love a man to get pregnant.

And I don't love...

I don't love Vicente.

Forgive me, honey.

What you did was very dangerous. You could have died.

Don't tell dad.

Promise me.

I don't understand.

It seems that being a woman means living in the shadows.

And I don't want that.

I don't want to put a star in the world. I want to be the star.

I want to travel. I want to study.

I want to see the world.

Do you understand?

You're freed from the obligation to get married.

Are you serious?

I only thought of myself.

And this village's hypocritical society.

When I forced you and Teresa to get married.

But life isn't the way we want it to be.

So, honey, you'll only get married

when, with whom and if you want to.

Thank you.

Have a rest.

Right?

Now.

Now. Yes!

There you go.

-Congratulations, João. -Thank you, my love.

-I'm so proud of you, dad. -Thank you, honey.

You deserved every vote you got, my son.

But I'm not going to hold you back. People want to hear you.

Dear comrades!

A new era is dawning,

because we, the Liberal Party's elected representatives,

are going to guarantee freedom for all Brazilians!

Long live freedom!

Long live freedom!

Can't you stop her from going to the capital? She's the main suspect.

There's no proof against her.

But do you think she'd have the guts

to leave her mansion, The Estate of Jatobá and go away?

You are not forgotten. We will fight for you.

Because no nation that seeks to reach the future

can tolerate the lash and the slave quarters

as pillars of work.

The time of shackles must end. And it will end!

Looks like I was wrong about Beja.

I love it when that happens.

The investigation becomes more challenging.

Antônio.

I'm sorry you lost the election.

I'm sorry too.

And I came on the road thinking about my life and...

I've only been losing.

It's loss after loss.

What comforts me is knowing that, at least now, I have you.

Your gaze.

Your smile.

Come here.

I just need your lap for me to lie on and forget everything.

I'll always be by your side, my love.

You're not thinking of going with João to the capital, are you?

No.

What a relief.

You said you'd go with me if I won, I was too scared of losing you again.

And seeing you leave with João.

But João always knew I wouldn't go with him.

Yes.

I was prepared for that.

But hearing you were going to the capital with him...

I can't accept it.

I'm realizing that the mistake here isn't you. It's me.

Because I let you do this to me.

It's over, Beja.

I'm just going to pack my things.

Stay with her, Antônio. I hope you will be happy.

Even though the three of us know it'll never happen.

Because you attract each other,

but you don't fit together.