Original subtitles

We're here to tell. We have to tell, right?

So let's get straight to the point:

the problem is the outskirts are becoming a big slum.

It's almost lawless. You go there and see!

Lots of houses invading the farms, plantations...

without any control.

They think it's not a problem. Everything seams okay,

they can build houses and shacks like their asses...

They don't respect any property.

And if you try and say something

like it's against the law, you'll have to run,

as if you were wrong!

It's a damn shame!

...or the outskirts. I'm not lying.

Theft increased 15% since last year.

Theft only! And there's larceny, homicide, kidnapping.

Go see for yourself!

Some places in the outskirts, you can't go anymore

afraid you won't come back. 'Cos it's next to the slums.

Something has to be done, before it's all a big slum!

We need law!

Laws we have! It's on paper!

We have to enforce them! The hard way.

It's about order! The age of the outlaws is over.

This is not the Old West.

...the mayor has made cuts and taken measures,

on the City Hall itself.

He plans to reduce expense and debt.

Balance public accounts once and for all.

Some measures are the dismissal of public servants,

the reassessment of all nominated positions,

a steady cut on overtime,

immediate dismissal of employees

and the installment of the salaries.

According to the mayor's office,

these cuts are the first of many others

he'll be making until the end of next month.

And it'll involve health and education as well.

I talked to the mayor a few days back

Hey, dude... the ball!

Finish this shit!

You my mom?

Badass cop!

- He's a real cop? - Just a watchman.

That's obvious!

When I spoke to the mayor, he was direct,

told me the situation is clear...

You don't work, you don't pay taxes!

They use crutches, they have to walk.

Cut off the hand of the smartass

who wants money without working.

Enough featherbedding!

Exactly! As our Minister of Finance said:

"We have to control expenses!"*

Government works as a family or a company.

We can't keep spending more than society pays!

They have to tie up!

LEAVE HER ALONE

FED PIG

- Hello, Mr. Vieira! - How's everything?

- Fine. Everything is ok. - Same old same old?

- As always, Mr. Vieira. - Are the fences up?

They are! And I've been fixing them.

- And the trespassing? - As always, Mr. Vieira.

Noise and mess. But I'm trying to handle.

You better.

If anyone trespasses you handle it, ok?

Ok, Mr. Vieira! But like I told you

if you want... I'll go there and...

No! The other side is taken. I'll manage in court.

I already talked to the judge.

Your buds on the force will soon pay them a visit.

But if they get into the farm, you know, right?

You're not paid just to fix the fence...

or watch the farm. It's to do what --

It's time to move foward!

We did it already. Since August, 2016.

If we look back,

This impeachment was the best thing to this country.

It removed the lefties and put Brazil on the track!

- Now we have a future! - Or two, even better!

It's what I'm saying, look back to August, 2016.

Now we can rule for real!

Firmly, with trusty people!

That's why I keep saying:

The congress has to postpone the elections!

There's no way we can have elections now,

democracy and voting rights... this is bullshit!

We've seen it already, with fake votes,

programmed ballot boxes! All that shit!

Who can guarantee--

...God bless you! May God be with you...

SACRED HEART OF JESUS EVANGELICAL CHURCH

...the electrician said we have to replace all the wiring, you know?

Because of yesterday's rain.

He said what we need?

He sent a list. Tomorrow I'll go to the store and see...

Tomorrow I'll go to Dalva's,

if you want, I'll go to the store...

Ok! That's fine by me.

Good evening!

God bless.

- Could you help me here? - What happened?

It broke down... Old car...

Maybe a little push?

Ok.

- Hello, Mr. Vieira. - How's everything?

- All right. - All the same?

- All the same? - So so.

Yes or no?

I-- I'm gonna fix it, Mr. Vieira.

Fix what?

I had a setback... but I'm gonna fix it.

Fix it.

Don't worry. I will.

It was always like that... and it won't change.

I trust you.

And this voice? You afraid, kid?

Can't you handle it?

No, Mr. Vieira. I'm a man of my word.

- I'll fix it. - Fix it!

And in doubt, remember what I told you the first time:

"Caracara doesn't poke another caracara's eye"!

Remember who and where you are!

Yes, sir.

Are you crazy? You fucking with me?

The fuck are you doing?

Don't mess with me!

You wanna come in? Wanna come in?

Come in! Come in, you motherfuckers!

You afraid, you pussies?

They'll find you! Even six feet under!

Can you hear me?

Hello? Hello?

NO REGISTRY

I think, above all, we need to build a father figure.

We need a Colonel!

…because of the invasions... and fear nothing…

If you don't fear anything,

how will society work?

Hey, fag!

This is not how a responsable man should be!

A man of his word! Who says he follows orders...

the military code!

On Agenor's time there's no mess here.

Nor Matias...

nor Julião...

nor Blind Pedro...

not even the nigger Mateus. They were all reliable men!

They multiply overnight, Mr. Vieira!

So back then it was easy to keep a sugar mill?

Chasing the niggers into this...

Jurema jungle! The entire night!

So? Is this how you keep a room?

Is this what... a decent man does?

You say nothing?

The... things are messy!

You told me you'd fix it!

You said you could follow orders.

But I see my fences down.

And people's shit on my property.

You know what I did to have this?

To keep it neat, in order, under control?

Yes, sir.

So... you have to show them,

garantee these niggers know this place is mine!

Yes, sir.

It's not because the farm isn't producing that it's any different.

It has to be this way

otherwise there'll be an invasion. Grasshoppers saying:

"This is mine! The water, the house, the farm, the road, everything!"

You want this, Cristiano? I don't... do you?

No, sir!

That's it.

Hear this...

You hear?

These niggers are gathering, plotting, spying,

just waiting to take it all!

That's it! Go and do what has to be done!

Hello?

It's too silent, no one lives there.

Let's go in. Maybe there's people inside.

What? Won't say anything?

Morning, ma'am...

We heard about work here...

We walked from the town.

It's a long walk. We're hungry and thristy.

- You want food? Water? - No. We want work.

I saw a fence down, the field needs care...

We can do a lot.

Wipe your feet.

- Name? - Sebastião.

- And hers? - Joana.

Where do you come from?

We lived in Recife, but we're coming from Campina Grande.

I'm good with plow, animals, but I worked in a chemical factory.

And I...

She took care of the elderly, But she's done everything.

We do whatever we can.

Does she know how to cook? Laundry? Cleaning?

- I... - Yes, ma'am.

At Mrs. Regina's she did a bit of everything.

Let me see your hands.

I wanna see if you have worker's hands.

What was that?

An accident at the factory.

Can you work with these hands?

Yes, ma'am. It's just scars.

Come with me, then.

She'll clean the house, take out the trash,

do the laundry, ironing and cooking.

And you'll take care of the farm,

clean the field, and guard the farm.

The fence is broken.

Where do we sleep?

In a room outside.

Yes, ma'am.

It's 1.000 Cruzados for both of you, by the month.

Your papers.

In the front, honey.

Your full name, and hers.

Sebastião Oliveira Lopes...

Joana da Silva Lopes.

Put your finger on the pad and on the paper. On this line.

You too.

I can sign.

What's that?

Got distracted. It's nothing.

Let me see, man.

C'mon, I'll put a bandage.

"It's nothing." Right...

Let me just...

How you gonna work like this?

It's fine.

We don't have to stay here.

If it gets bad, we move on.

We stay here and you get sick... That's why we left Recife.

I know, honey. But we can't give up that easy...

The land is good?

Good, really good, I don't know yet.

But I'll seed, plow, water...

We'll see something pretty!

What are you doing on the floor?

- You ok? - I dreamt...

What about?

Don't know...

I'll have some water.

Sorry, Mrs. Irene. I didn't mean...

I haven't been here in a while...

Good morning, Mr. Vieira.

I've never seen it so neat.

You know what's it for?

Those are halters for the stubborn.

The ones that don't know their place.

This... works as...

A body.

An arm can't think.

Nor a head lift a hoe, it gets confusing.

It doesn't work, huh?

That's right.

We've had all kinds of lazies around here.

- They ate dirt. - Dirt?

Yes. To get sick, stay home and abandon the job.

It's good to talk to someone like you.

A tough, honorable and hardworking man.

Who asked for coffee?

It's for Sebastião, Mrs. Odete.

It belongs to the house!

But I'm done for today.

Done?

What else there is, Mrs. Odete?

You ask me? You should know!

Take out the trash!

The trash is everywhere, you didn't take it out.

I'm sorry, I must have forg...

You don't speak to me like that!

Go to work, it's almost dark. I don't want you here at night.

Fine.

Good evening, honey.

What's that, Tião? What did they do?

Nobody did anything.

Anything? Your arm...

We're leaving.

Leaving? 'Cos of an arm?

An arm, Sebastião? It's all bruised.

Look at me, Sebastião. Look at me!

You're not ok!

YOU are not ok, Joana!

You don't stop complaining, since we got here.

You don't know how things work.

I know very well!

How it works and what they think of us!

It's a body, Joana.

Everyone has his part.

You're losing it. Sebastião, are you crazy?

I don't understand how you wanna stay here!

Sebastião... Sebastião!

Sebastião!

Hurry, Maria!

I can't do this anymore.

So don't!

You should behave. Things can get worse.

- Even more? - It hurts me too.

The whip hit me, not you.

Why are you still here, Maria?

I'm almost done.

Get up and leave.

Mr. Vieira said we have an important guest...

you both get ready.

I ain't going anywhere!

You should be meek like your sister.

It's better for everybody.

Let's go, Maria.

Suck-up!

Get up, Maria.

Let me finish this.

Bad blood is bad blood. Come on!

You stay here, talking a little more...

Later I'll bring bathwater and dinner clothes.

- Long time no see, Vieira! - Bacelar!

I look younger than you!

This is the youngest: Eusébio.

Say good afternoon, Eusébio!

Eusébio is my heir...

But only when he gets balls to keep the bloodline.

- Too tired or you can chat? - Let's chat!

To hate is like drinking poison expecting others to die.

Mother said that, but never bend over.

You always head on!

You have to go around sometimes.

You went around and ended up here with me.

The old man likes to beat.

You can't go around this.

It doesn't matter, calm or rough...

everyone gets killed.

Just like mom, remember?

Forget about that...

- You talked about her. - Forget it.

See? There's nothing missing!

When I'm done building the mill outside,

this place will be wonderful!

Indeed, Vieira.

You think right, but you think small.

What you make with these niggers...

is the same your neighbors make!

With a single machine! Only one! You know?

The amount of sugarcane you produce...

you could have here a sugar plant!

Even two!

This land here...

it's perfect for it!

Bacelar, stop going around...

What's on your mind?

Look...

You have the lands, and I sell the machines!

What's left to close the deal?

Let's go! Time to get ready.

I ain't going anywhere!

She's exhausted, Julião.

Who's to blame? C'mon. Get ready!

Or you prefer the whipping again?

Better than wearing that.

If you don't get ready...

You won't be whipped, but your sister!

Everyday.

For a week.

When I come back, I want both ready.

Today, it'll all be over.

Remember: don't try anything and shut up.

No fuss! Nobody wants trouble.

Maria, this way. Ciça, here.

Here in the Vieira's farm, we solve our problems with ease.

The girls know that.

This one is Maria. She's calm and doesn't make trouble.

This is Ciça. She's a handful, likes to run.

Their mother was the same: Stubborn, bad-tempered...

I had to calm her down, right, Julião?

My father used to say not to be the weakest link.

And I say the same to the boy.

If the chain is broken, what follows is disorder.

That's why in my farm things are done my way!

I don't like these laws from outside.

You're looking at her, right?

I know... Flesh is weak!

Dad, please!

Leave the table!

You... take the boy! Go!

Bacelar...

You sleep here and tomorrow we make business.

Yes, sir. But...

It's all done! Your room is ready

and the expenses with the girl we settle later.

Julião, take the girls to the bedrooms.

and you, bring the dessert...

and clean this mess!

What? You don't know what to do?

You know what I did to your mother here,

and she had this look...

Bury her by the old fence!

Let's clean this mess. Grab the sheet!

You... go back to work. Nothing else for you here.

You wanna end up like the nigger and the boy?

Get him out! Go!

Come on!

Get Matias.

Ring the bell and get the guns.

The earth eats all up.

Animal's, people's blood... It's all the same.

Whatever it is.

The Devil knows how much she's eaten and will eat.

This is no place to be born.

Nor die!

Here, the soul doesn't rest.

You have to go to another ground...

To another land.

I dreamt of a quilombo beyond the farm...

Here in the rocks.

A weird voice, inside my head.

It spoke without speaking.

At the right time, I'd see the quilombo and they'd see me.

And I'd be on a land without hunger for people...

Where you can go without fear of being swallowed.

The voice said.

You and yours are from there, where life and death are at ease.

There he goes! There! Shoot him!

Did you get him?

He's escaping. Look, he's running away!

This blood gave me a bad omen.

When the time comes, you'll have to leave.

You just follow the signs...

'Cos we follow what is already marked.

Just be careful not to show it to the others!

Your feet know the way.

Your blood knows how to get to the quilombo.

But you'll have to read the ground you step on.

There are many poisonous paths and treacherous plants.

But the earth speaks.

If you have ears to hear.

The quilombo calls us to live this life and the one after.

This bastard is gonna die!

There he goes, there! Shoot him!

This way, come on!

Leave this nigger in the hole for a couple of days.

If he makes noise, throw the snake on him.

Bury the boy next to the father, to be the same.

You know what I was dreaming, nigger?

I was in the farm...

I was young, younger than you.

I held this same knife in my hand.

On the rocks, hunting a snake, searching...

'Cos I knew it wanted to bite me too.

First I thought it was talking to me,

But then I paid attention and heard a humming...

And only when I paid attention,

I saw I was hearing three voices.

One giving orders, the other whispering and the third smiling.

Have you ever seen a snake smile?

It was only when I found the damn snake that I understood.

The snake had three heads

and they were chating and laughing and talking about me.

Then I grabbed this knife...

and cut off the snake's head.

And I thought "there, it's dead".

Instead, they kept smiling.

The one without the head kept rolling around and smiling.

And after you kill me, what you gonna do?

Huh? You'll do what?

Is the quilombo here?

You know the way?

Here is sad.

People came with you.

No, they didn't.

They always do.

Just tell me how to get to the Quilombo...

There's nothing to do.

Have you ever seen a snake smile?

The snake had three heads...

and they were chating and laughing and talking about me.

Then I grabbed this knife...

and cut off the snake's head.

You just follow the signs...

'Cos we follow what is already marked.

Just be careful not to show it to the others!

Your feet know the way.

But you'll have to read the ground you step on.

There are many poisonous paths and treacherous plants.

But the earth speaks. If you have ears to hear.

Just tell me how to get to the Quilombo...

Are you going there? Do you know the way?

There's nothing to do.

They'll destroy this place, like they did to the quilombo.

Calm down! I think they've left...

- Listen! - They'll be back...

Just the three of us can't hold them.

We'll end up there...

Bad omen!

From the quilombo!

Luka! Who else? Who else is coming?

- Tetê is here? - She is.

Back there.

More will come, Luka?

Don't think so. Everybody's dead.

- Who else is here? - Only me, Oto and Tetê.

- I gotta talk to Tetê! - Let's go.

Grandma!

Little gunpowder...

It's all we could take.

We have almost nothing. It was all used in the quilombo.

More important than shooting is defending.

The walls and the gate. No breaches.

They can't see what we're doing.

It won't stop them.

We don't want to stop, just to delay.

- Like in the quilombo? - What hapenned?

I didn't see anything! Just people running, dying...

Things burning.

A few hours before, we knew they were coming.

They were getting ready.

They came like animals, no time to think.

We scattered gunpowder on the floor,

to explode when they entered!

We were almost done, when they came from everywhere.

An endless hord.

The bullet hit the gunpowder...

Many of us died.

Many of theirs as well.

I saw burned people running.

Faces melting, arms on the floor...

I thought they'd be afraid, but they weren't.

It looked like the fire gave them strengh.

They started shooting everybody.

These animals will kill everybody.

They follow their instincts...

We are just playthings for them.

You know what to do, don't you?

- We need Jurema. - It still grows here?

Yes. But you gotta go look for it.

How is it back there?

The holes seem to multiply. You cover one and two more appear.

We're running out of wood and stones.

If you can't cover, hide with leaves or branches.

And outside?

Quiet.

I need some Jurema. I'm going outside.

- Why this now? - It's important, Luka.

There's only henchmen and dead people there...

Nothing else there.

I gotta try.

I'm going with you.

- We need people here. - We have two.

- You stay with Afi. - I will.

And you watch here.

There's no need.

- Show me the holes. - Yes, ma'am.

Let's go!

Grandma... I got it.

What are you waiting for?

Set it.

This used to be full of Jurema trees.

Then, the Vieiras came like weed

and destroyed it all.

They decided to make a garden in the farm.

As a wedding gift to the old man's wife.

And the land got bad...

the plants grew no more.

All withered.

Then the son decided to turn it into

a slave's graveyard.

But we couldn't take care of it, nor have our rituals.

When he got tired of it,

he just abandoned it,

but wouldn't let us come here.

Since we raised the quilombo,

I knew it... I knew we'd have to come.

Take it.

This land belongs to the quilombo, Tetê.

It doesn't belong to the Vieiras!

It belongs to you, me, the others,

the living and the dead.

- It hurts, Oto? - A little.

Jurema...

My mother used to say it could heal any injury.

Really! Look!

But I don't think there is any plant to get you better.

Once I hurt my leg with a blade in the quilombo.

I was working... it slipped.

Blood everywhere.

A mess!

You know what they told me to put on?

Green papaya.

- Did you? - No way.

The one papaya I got...

I ate!

- What about the leg? - Here. See?

And that scar? How did you heal?

This was something else.

I was escaping to the quilombo.

The Vieiras were after me.

They killed my companions, one by one.

I escaped. But I think they let me

to see how far I could go.

At night, I was running,

hungry, tired...

didn't really know where I was going

The henchmen besieged me,

cocked the guns.

They could do whatever, shoot my head, my chest.

But they chose the foot, to see me suffer.

I limped, holding my tears.

Then I listened them say the animals would eat me.

They bet on who would find my body.

When I arrived at the quilombo

my foot was a mess.

I don't know how they saved it.

Jurema!

If it wasn't the quilombo, we would already be here.

No.

It's yours now.

I was sleeping, Cangoma called me.

Get up, folks, captivity is over.

I was sleeping, Cangoma called me.

Get up, folks, captivity is over.

I was sleeping, Cangoma called me.

Get up, folks, captivity is over.

I was sleeping, Cangoma called me.

Get up, folks, captivity is over.

We can leave through there!

We take out the straws, jump the wall.

They won't see.

There's still something to be done.

I was sleeping, Cangoma called me.

Get up, folks, captivity is over.

I was sleeping, Cangoma called me.

Get up, folks, captivity is over.

I was sleeping, Cangoma called me.

Get up, folks, captivity is over.

It's been a while since you run away, nigger!

Get up!

I REFUSE, I RESIST!