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There's one condition.

Olga and I must be your witnesses.

You're invited right now.

You are indeed my best friend.

Lucky Turk!

I just came for a minute to tell you...

I have decided to marry you.

Why get married? For what?

Don't you accept, then?

I accept. But it's good the way it is.

So... you accept.

I'll hire servants buy new clothes...

have the house painted.

A new life.

And from today on you'll sleep at Dona Arminda's.

-For what? -We're engaged now.

It's not proper to sleep in the same house.

Everybody will talk.

Congratulations, Nacib. Congratulations.

You did it!

Quiet! One minute!

Ilh�us is finally fulfilled.

Ofenisia's love for the Emperor relives...

in Gabriela and Nacib.

Some time later...

What's that say, Mr. Nacib?

Quiet. Everyone will know you're illiterate.

And don't call me Mr. Nacib.

You're my wife not my servant.

Don't be angry, Mr. Nacib. What did it say?

I don't remember.

And don't talk with your mouth full.

Good afternoon, Professor.

What happened? So many people running all over the place.

They set fire to the newspaper.

Bastos' men.

Because of that stupid engineer.

Who? That one?

The man talking to your girlfriend?

My girlfriend?

You're wrong. She's just an acquaintance.

There's only one woman in Ilh�us who keeps me awake.

May I know who she is?

-Can I tell you? -Don't be shy.

Go home immediately!

You've finished your study of the harbor.

You cabled asking to stay on to supervise the work.

If I were you I wouldn't do that.

I would cable for a replacement...

and wouldn't wait for him to arrive.

There's a ship the day after tomorrow.

The day after tomorrow.

That's all the time I give you.

Have you heard the latest?

Malvina, Melk's daughter has fled by boat...

to meet Engineer Romulo.

She didn't say good-bye to anybody.

The Colonel got mad.

He screamed all night. He's beside himself.

Hello, Nacib.

Give me a cognac.

Is this Portuguese cognac, Turk...

or the usual diluted stuff you serve?

The cognac is good, Colonel.

Never fear.

And I'm not a Turk. I'm Italian...

with an Arab father and Neapolitan mother.

It's the same thing.

No, it isn't the same thing.

-Another one, Professor? -No, thank you, Nacib.

'Tonight I leave the door unlocked.

If the Professor want he can come.

Forgive my spelling. Gl�ria.'

I'll make my darling forget that mean girl.

I've already forgotten her.

Did you like your Gl�ria?

I adored you.

Look...

a house like this...

luxury, a maid.

I can't offer you all that.

I'm a poor teacher who doesn't earn much.

But love... I can give you love.

The two of is will walk hand in the streets...

challenging this hypocritical society.

We'll live in my room above the movie house.

Poor, but rich in love.

No, no, my sweetie.

That will never do.

I want to have love and comfort.

My man is my Colonel.

I know too much about poverty...

and I don't like it one bit.

If you want me it must be like this.

In secret.

And a very well-kept secret.

If the old man finds out I'm lost.

We'll have to be very careful.

I'd like to give you something...

to remind you of me all day long.

I can't buy it myself. It would look suspicious.

Buy yourself a pair of shoes.

For my sake...

don't say no.

Buy some shoes so when you walk...

you'll think you're stepping on me.

With your support the election is assured.

Itabuna's votes will end Ramiro Bastos' political career.

This is deplorable. Ramiro is a great man.

But he refuses to see his time is up.

-Good night, Colonel. -Good night.

I am curious.

What made you decide to support my candidacy?

I always know when it's time to change.

The bastard isn't here.

Let's look for him some place else.

You guys go look over there.

The rest come with me.

Fagundes!

What are you doing here?

You're bleeding.

I shot a man.

A colonel.

Why did you shoot him?

For Colonel Melk and the other big shot.

You've got to help me.

Go find Colonel Melk. He's with the other big shot.

Colonel Ramiro?

Tell him I'm sorry but I need help.

Go now. Go!

What do you want, girl?

-To speak to Colonel Melk. -He went home.

Then I'll speak to Colonel Ramiro, it's about Fagundes.

Wait here.

Fagundes is hiding at my house.

He's hurt. He needs help.

He'll get it. Come in.

-Does Nacib know? -No, he was asleep.

We won't tell him.

That would be best.

Let's go inside.

You've saved the city from a big fire.

All the better.

-I've got to get right back. -Don't worry.

Tonico, you and Olga drive Dona Gabriela home.

-Olga is asleep. -Wake her.

And call Colonels Melk and Amancio.

Have them take care of this matter and without a mistake.

My deepest thanks.

-Excuse me, father. -Good bye, Colonel.

Ilh�us has been taken over by the gunslingers of Itabuna.

And Colonel Das On�as is only wounded.

If they find who shot him and make him talk...

Ramiro will use force and there will be the Cacao War.

It will never lead to anything.

Colonel Ramiro Bastos is tough and courageous.

Who can topple him? Mundinho?

You're home, Mr. Nacib?

What a horrible day!

We'll be sleeping on a keg of gunpowder tonight.

Is that so, Mr. Nacib?

Don't worry.

Come closer to me. Come.

I'm so sleepy...

But if Mr. Nacib wants it I'm always ready.

-You don't even care. -Don't care about what?

It's as if I weren't even here.

You want something to eat? Some juice?

Who wants juice?

You don't caress me anymore.

Before, you were always asking...

You always come home tired and I don't know if you want me.

I may come home tired...

but I'm always ready for that. I'm not an old man.

When Mr. Nacib crooks his finger at me, I always come.

And another thing.

You used to be like a burning torch, a furious wind.

Now you're like a gentle breeze.

Don't you like the way I am anymore?

Are you tired of Bi�?

I like you more all the time. I can't live without you.

Mr. Nacib, have you heard? You're not going to believe.

Tuisca is a performer now.

He's an actor! He's going to work in the circus.

Are you sick, Mr. Nacib?

I'm dead tired.

A lot of people stayed late at the bar.

The Captain, the Doctor...

You could leave the bar for a bit on Thursday...

to go to the circus.

Thursday? No, we're going to a lecture on Thursday.

-What, Mr. Nacib? -A lectures, Bi�.

By a poet. You should hear the beautiful poems he recites.

He's terrific!

The lecture's at the town hall.

I bought tickets for you and me.

-What's a lecture like? -Something very refined.

-Better than a movie? -Much better.

-Better than a circus? -A circus is for kids.

And what happens? Is the there dancing and music?

You've got a lot to learn, Bi�.

I'll explain. Pay attention.

There's a man, a poet.

-He talks about something. -About what?

About anything. He talks.

He talks about tears and longing.

He talks... and we listen.

He talks and we listen.

Then what?

When he finishes we applaud.

He says beautiful things, important things.

Sometimes it's hard to understand.

The man talks and we listen and don't understand.

And you say it's better than a circus!

Excuse me. You're an educated man.

But better than a circus never!

Try to understand. I've told you a thousand times.

You're not a maid anymore. You're Mrs. Saad.

Try to understand.

The cream of society will be at the lecture.

We can't miss such an event to go to a common circus.

Why can't we go?

Just because!

I understand. If Mr. Nacib won't go, that's okay.

Tuisca will be sad. I promised him you'd go.

But if you won't I'll applaud for me and for Mr. Nacib.

You'll applaud the poet.

Mr. Nacib, please let me go to the circus.

I'll go to the lecture another day.

They don't have lectures every day.

Circuses neither.

Go to sleep.

This is boring.

She's always running around like tomboy.

Now here she is at a lecture!

Tonight is a red-letter day for Ilh�us.

Just a moment.

Daddy...

Dona Gabriela... what a surprise!

'The beautiful and sweet figure...

suffering in the quiet dawn.

And on the other side of the balcony...

the black-bearded Emperor.

Graceful reclining on the window.

Ofen�sia, in the moonlight crying.'

Sobbing.

Sobbing, Dr. Argileu.

Forgive me.

'Graceful reclining on the window...

Ofen�sia, in the moonlight sobbing.

Untouched immaculate and alone...

she remained in her corner resigned and proud...

pining for the one who wouldn't give her his heart.

Oh, Ofen�sia, Ofen�sia. Oh, sweet figure...

afternoon or evening, rain or shine...

she hummed do re mi fa sol...

of this love so heavy with pain.

Ofen�sia Ilh�us pays homage to you...

In the voice of this troubadour.

And if the gods could set back time...

it would be I who would love you!'

You were the most beautiful woman there.

Now I must go to the bar.

Thief! Son-of-a-bitch! I'll kill you!

You're the thief you shitty Turk!

Diluting drinks padding accounts!

Go beat up your mother!

You Turkish cuckold!

Son-of-a-bitch! Take care of your wife! Cuckold!

What did you say?

Nothing. Let me go.

Talk, you bastard or I'll kill you!

Gabriela's deceiving you with Tonico.

-You're lying, you shit! -I swear to God!

I saw Tonico going into your house. Let me go.

I beg of you, don't kill me! For the love of God!

I can explain. I'm your friend.

I have a wife and little children.

I was only giving her advice.

Whore!

Stop, Nacib!

I'll be back tonight. I don't want to find you here.

I'll sell the bar. I'll take my things and leave.

Don't be silly.

What about your friends? You can't leave just like that.

How can I stay here? Remember Dr. Felismino?

Who caught his wife in bed with her lover?

He didn't kill them either.

He got the nickname 'Contented Cuckold.'

He had to leave town.

If Gabriela were only your mistress, would you still leave?

It would be different then.

Nobody would laugh. A beating would do.

There's no reason to leave.

By law, she's only your mistress.

What? We were married by a judge.

You and that bastard were witnesses.

You know what this is? The Civil Code. Article 219.

'The annulment of a marriage.'

A marriage is null when there's an error to one of the parties.

What error?

I wanted to marry Gabriela.

Sorry, can you explain it better?

We are here for Nacib's annulment of marriage...

by reason of error owing to falsified documents.

Nacib asked me to do it. Don't involve me in this.

You're already involved... up to your neck.

One of two things: either you go to the Judge...

and we solve this amicably and quickly...

or file suit this very day for annulment...

by reason of error owing to falsification of documents...

falsified by you in this notary public office.

You enter the case from two angles...

falsification and adultery.

And with premeditation in both.

It's a beautiful case.

What will Dona Olga say?

And your father Colonel Ramiro? The scandal will kill him.

And it'll be your fault.

I'm warning you because I don't this to happen.

Why did I get mixed up in this? I only did it to help.

I had nothing to do with Gabriela at that time.

Come with us to see the Judge. We'll reach a friendly agreement.

If not, the story will appear tomorrow in the Ilh�us Daily...

written by me with Tonico Bastos as the deceitful villain.

The petition for the annulment of the civil marriage...

of Nacib Saad and Gabriela Silva is hereby granted.

This Court, based on Article 219 paragraph one...

chapter 6, Book One...

recommends that notary Antonio Bastos...

take more care in his work.

Otherwise, the government may intervene...

as per the Constitution. Case closed!

You're so elegant!

Nothing like having a Gl�ria in one's life.

I like to dress well, though I haven't always been able to.

Where is that eternal love for your Malvina?

Eternity ended quickly.

You knew she ran away, didn't you?

I knew. And I forgave her.

She ran away from this shitty town!

Let's go, Mr. Nacib. Let's go to steep.

You need to sleep.

You don't have to spend all your freedom in one day.

What freedom?

You were a married man a prisoner.

Now you're a free man without ties.

Free to do whatever you damn please.

You've been standing there for over an hour.

I'm waiting for Mr. Nacib to come out to get a look at him.

Serves you right. You're reaping what you sowed.

There's going to be trouble.

There's going to be a fight.

Let's go over. The Professor can't fight nor can Gl�ria.

Nothing is going to happen.

Nothing? I saw the professor go in.

Times are changing.

Strange. Not a scream, not a shot.

Maybe they're talking.

The Colonel lives surrounded by animals...

-so he won't have to talk. -They're coming out.

Christ, this is too modern for my tastes.

Captain, let's finish our game.

Didn't I tell you I'd inaugurate the harbor with a Swedish ship?

Yes, and you did it.

Is the speech ready, Doctor?

We waited many decades for this day.

Today is the beginning of a new era.

The new replacing the old.

Progress reaches this forgotten place.

Contact the ship right away. Close off the harbor.

Why?

This ship can't enter the harbor today.

Mr. Nacib... it's over.

It's over.

The trial. Colonel Jesuino has been sentenced to prison...

for the murder of Dona Sinhazinha.

Please, quiet!

At last, with its new and modern port...

the city of Ilh�us is now connected the world.

You should know I had hired a man to kill you.

I never understood politics very well.

Bastos and I killed and escaped death together many times.

I don't abandon such a friend.

But now he's dead. You can count on my support.

Thank you, Colonel Amancio.

So how about coming for a game of poker at Nacib's?

It seems things won't change much.

Everything will be the same.

The same... but different.