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Hey, guys! Come see something!

Look at this guy carrying the cross!

Look! Look at this clown!

That must be it.

What now?

It's too early, let's wait until it opens.

I have blisters in my feet...

And my shoulders are in living flesh.

Now you will learn, I told you to put a cushion there.

It wasn't right. When I made the promise,

I didn't say anything about a cushion.

So, you could have put. The saint wouldn't say anything.

No, with this stuff about miracles, we need to be honest.

If we deceive the saint, we lost credit.

The other time, the saint will look at us and say:

"So, you're that who deceived me?"

"So go make your promises to the devil!"

What are you searching for?

Anything written, so I can know if this is the church of Saint Barbara.

Of course it is. Don't you remember what the priest said?

Small church, in front a wide and fine stair.

If only we could ask someone.

Listen Zé, since the church is closed,

we could look for a place to sleep.

A bed now would be a greater good.

And the cross?

Leave it here, tomorrow morning...

It could be stolen.

And then I'd have to make another and came with it in my back.

But you already paid the promise. You brought the cross.

Here is the church of Saint Barbara, this is it.

Now, let's go home.

But where we're standing is not the church.

The church is in the inside.

Damn, if the door is closed, Saint Barbara must know this.

I could talk to her and explain the situation.

Then, talk.

I can't, I can't...

Why not?

I said I'd carry the cross to the church, so I have to do it.

And because of that I have to sleep

here on the floor, at the priest's hotel.

You came because you wanted.

When I made the promise I didn't tell anything about you.

Only about the cross.

Now you say this? You should've said before!

I didn't remember, and you didn't complain either.

I'm your wife. I have to go where you go.

Let's stay down there until the door opens.

- Piss off! - Go to hell...

Come here, woman.

When I call, you come here fast, don't keep talking with the men.

Hello Handsome.

This dress is new.

- It's for you. - You brought what I ask?

- Let's talk about this at home. - No way, let's solve this right here.

- Leave me alone! - Come on, let's cut the crap.

Give me the money.

The night wasn't any good.

Just this?

Yes. The brothel was vacant.

Your...

Asshole! I needed that money.

I own two months of rent,

and the owner is looking strange at me.

That's your problem. I have a lot to think already.

I know... I know what you think.

I think that in the last 3 months, you're earning shit.

The other girl is earning the double.

How did you know?

She asked me if I was in need of money.

Handsome!

You didn't accept money of that bitch, did you?

What if I did? I have to live to.

And what I give isn't enough?

You understand. I have my needs,

and it's fair that I live up to them.

But what do you lack?

I haven't give you anything you ask me?

And if you want, I give more.

Don't think it's out of fear that you'll leave me for Mathilde.

It gives me pleasure to see you well dressed.

With a lot of money.

I'm proud, you know.

So, in the next time, don't hide money in your breasts.

Go home, Marli.

You won't come with me?

Go ahead and I'll go there later.

What you'll do in the streets at this time?

Go Marli!

- I'll be waiting you. - Go now!

- It's yours? - Yes.

- Delivery? - No, promise.

- That's funny. - I don't think so.

- Excuse me. - I didn't want to be rude.

I'm a devotee too.

Once I made a promise to Saint Anthony.

- Marriage? - No, she was married.

And you got what you asked?

Yes, I did. Her husband spent a whole week traveling.

And you paid your promise?

No, so I would do any harm to the saint.

You understand. Saint Anthony would feel bad

if he knew that he made the asshole go on a travel.

- What is it? - Nothing, I was just looking.

This bed doesn't look very comfortable.

And you deserve a better thing.

Say that to him, my husband.

Do you know what time is it?

4:05.

- Do you know when the church opens? - It's not my business.

Six o' clock it must be a mass. Today it's Saint Barbara's day.

Six o' clock...

And I have to wait two more hours on this hard floor.

The door of the sacristy must be open.

- The priest wake up early. - But at 4 AM?

Well, he have to prepare himself to the mass.

Why don't you take a look?

Rosa, take care of the cross...

You can go calm, I'll help taking care of the cross.

Both of them.

But one he carries on his back. And the other one have to follow him.

And you're not a woman to walk with any men.

On the contrary, you're a cross that anyone carries with pleasure.

Don't do that, mister.

I just want to sleep.

I'd give my life for a bed.

White sheets, and a bowl with hot water to put my feet on.

I could find a hotel near.

Without second intentions, just so you can rest.

I don't want any trouble.

There is no danger, everyone knows me.

- Everyone respects the Handsome. - Handsome?

- Just a nickname. - Back off. I'm very sweaty.

The hotel has a bathroom.

For a tired person, a hot bath and a spring mattress...

There is a spring mattress?

I never slept on a spring mattress.

It's very good.

It's closed, no chance.

And how long will I have to stay on this hard floor?

Patience, Rosa. Your sacrifice is worth it.

To who? Saint Barbara? I didn't made a promise.

Better, tomorrow when you make, the saint will be in debt with you.

I never saw a saint paying a debt.

It's not good to be so disbelieving.

What if Saint Barbara is in the process of paying this debt?

And who knows if I'm the one who's going to pay?

- You? - Yes.

Because in 5 minutes I can find a good hotel with a spring mattress.

- For her? - For you too.

Thanks, but I can't.

I have to wait until the church opens.

If I knew that no one would steal the cross...

You shouldn't leave it here.

This place have a lot of thieves.

That's what I think, I won't get out of here.

And besides, the hotel isn't included in the promise.

And your wife? She's in the promise?

Rosa? No.

So, if you want, I can take your wife.

At least, she can rest while she waits for you.

Do you want that Rosa? Want to wait for me at the hotel?

Is it a decent hotel?

- Do you think I... - Sorry, I've always heard about...

- Trust me! - It's far from here?

No! It's up the street. Ideal Hotel.

I'll go with her and introduce her to the janitor.

Then I'll come back and tell you the number of the room.

Well, it would be a great favor.

Zé, I think it's best for me to stay with you.

Don't be shy, so you don't need to stay on this hard floor.

Saint Barbara! It's going to rain!

Zé!

Okay. Just in case.

I walked 7 leagues, and I have to walk all this way?

In kilometers, how much is this?

I don't know, but I know that I cursed 7 times

the day that I stole cashew with him on the fathers' grange.

So, this is how it happened, huh?

- Do you think he will find his way? - Of course he is.

This streets are complicated.

We make a lot of wrong decisions in our lives.

I thought that because he had a farm,

he would give me all that I wanted in my life.

A man, and a house.

When we are young, pardon the word...

we only have dung on our heads.

So, he has a farm.

Now it's just a little place. He divided it with the poor.

- What an asshole! - It was part of the promise.

What they will think?

Nothing, I will take you to the room and that's it.

Give me a room, with a view to the sea.

Payment in advance.

I'll pay.

Holy Virgin Mary!

Listen, what's that?

I don't know, maybe he was with the procession.

What procession?

Saint Barbara's procession hasn't started yet.

And have you ever seen someone carrying a cross in a procession?

Not even in the death of Jesus. Holy Virgin Mary!

- It's day already? - Yes, it is.

What are you doing?

I'm talking to this man.

I'm waiting for you to help me with the mass!

Priest! I'd like to talk to you.

Now it's the time of the mass. I'll talk to you later.

But I come from a long way.

- What do you want? - I walked 7 leagues.

- Just to talk with me? - No, to bring this cross.

And how did you brought it? In a truck?

No, in my back.

Let me see your shoulder.

- Promise? - Yes, for Saint Barbara.

I was waiting for the church to open.

You must've received a great blessing.

Thanks to Saint Barbara, death hasn't taken my best friend.

Even so, don't you think that your promise

it's a little exaggerated and pretentious?

Not at all. A promise is a promise.

It's like a deal.

If we receive the goods, we have to pay.

When Nicolau got sick, you don't have idea of how sad I got.

So, you made the promise because of this Nicolau?

Yes, Nicolau got hurt for a tree who fell on a storm.

- It fell on him? - Just a branch. On his head.

When he got home, he was bleeding a lot.

My wife and I treated him. But the bleeding couldn't be stopped.

A hemorrhage. Come with me.

Go now, we're late!

Let's go devotees, let's go to mass!

So, it was an hemorrhage?

It just stopped when I got cow shit and put in the wound.

But my son, you can't do that. It's crap.

The doctor said that when he arrived.

He told to get that crap out of there, otherwise, Nicolau would die.

Without a doubt.

So I removed, he cleaned the wound...

and the blood returned like a waterfall.

And the doctor put cotton, but wasn't doing any good.

The blood couldn't be stopped.

Then, after a while, the little man shouted:

"Go and take more cow shit, otherwise he will die!"

- And the hemorrhage stopped? - Yes, it is a great medicine.

You didn't knew?

I'm not interested in this kind of medicine. Go on.

Well, the hemorrhage stopped, but Nicolau got a fever.

The next day, something unprecedented happened.

I left my house alone, without Nicolau.

He couldn't get up.

Everyone found it strange,

because always where Nicolau was, so was I.

If I was in the mass, he was outside waiting.

Outside?

Why? He isn't Catholic?

Because of the good soul he has, Nicolau couldn't help but be Catholic.

But that's not the reason.

It's because the priest don't allow.

Nicolau was unlucky to be born a donkey.

- A donkey? - Four-legged.

So this Nicolau is a donkey? And the promise was for him?

Yes, because when I saw that even the prayers of black Zeferino

didn't help poor Nicolau...

Prayers? What prayers?

Forgive me, but I tried everything.

Black Zeferino is a famous prayer in my region.

Dog scabies, animal worms, cattle plague...

He cures all of this with two prayers and three scribbles on the floor.

- Everyone says that. - So, this man is a wizard.

- But his prayers are meant to heal. - It's not to heal. It's to tempt.

And you fell into temptation.

But for Nicolau there was no prayer that would make him get up.

I've already started to lose hope.

It was then that my friend Miúda reminded me:

"Why don't you go to Yansan's Candomblé?"

Candomblé?

Wait a minute.

Candomblé?

Yes, it is 2 leagues away from my farm.

I know that you don't like this.

Of course.

Candomblé is sorcery, Macumba.

But poor Nicolau was dying. I had to try.

So I did go there, and I told the woman about my situation.

She said it was really with Yansan, the Mother of Lightning and Thunder.

Yansan had hurt Nicolau, so a promise had to be made to her.

But it needed to be a pretty big promise.

After she had struck him with lightning,

she wouldn't go back for any nonsense.

So, I remembered that Yansan is Saint Barbara,

and then I promise that if Nicolau lives,

I would take a wooden cross from my house to her church,

on the day of her party.

A cross heavy as the cross of Christ.

As heavy as the one of Christ?

And you promised that to...

Saint Barbara.

- Yansan? - It's the same thing.

No no, it's not the same!

This confusion comes from the time of slavery.

In this way African slaves deceived their white masters.

They pretended to worship Catholic saints,

but actually worshiped their own gods.

Not only Saint Barbara.

Many saints were victims of this farce.

But go on.

I promised to divide my lands too.

- Divide? With whom? - With the poorer farmers than me.

- Equally? - Yes.

I see. Rest.

And the donkey?

He healed quickly. A miracle.

A real miracle.

The next day he was already with his ears up, neighing.

And after a week, everyone was saying:

"There goes Donkey Zé, with his donkey!"

I didn't care, Nicolau neither.

Only both of us knew about the miracle.

Me, him and Saint Barbara.

In the first place, even though Saint Barbara helped,

this would not be a miracle, but only a grace.

The donkey could've healed without divine intervention.

How? If he got healed in one day?

And besides, if Santa Barbara would grant you a grace,

she wouldn't do this in a Candomblé house.

In my chapel there isn't a Saint Barbara.

But in the Candomblé there is a Yansan,

which is Santa Barbara.

This is not Saint Barbara. Saint Barbara is a Catholic saint.

You went to a witchcraft ritual, invoked a false idol...

and promise this sacrifice to him.

No, it was for Saint Barbara.

I promised to carry the cross to her church.

And in the front of her altar, I will fall on my knees

to thank what she did for me.

All right.

And what do you intend to do afterwards?

After you fulfill your promise?

What do I intend?

Well, I'll go back to my farm.

In peace with my conscience and even with the saint.

Just this?

You don't want to be seen as a new Christ?

- Me? - Yes, you.

You repeated the via crucis as in the martyrdom of Jesus.

You presumptuously pretend to imitate the Son of God.

Father, I didn't want to imitate Jesus!

Is not true! Your words were clear.

You said that would carry a cross as heavy as Christ's.

And this is a proof that you falling into a greater temptation,

- to be like the Son of God! - No, Father.

Why do you repeat the divine passion?

To save humanity? No. To save your donkey.

He's a donkey with a Christian name!

But Father, it's wasn't God who created the donkeys?

But not in His likeness.

His Son was not sent for the donkeys, but for us.

For you, for me, for the humanity.

Do you understand?

But Nicolau is not a donkey like the others.

You don't know him. He has the soul of a man!

He can have a soul of an angel!

You will not enter this church with this cross!

Let's go. Let's go.

Father, listen!

I promised to take the cross to the altar.

I have to fulfill my promise!

You should've done this promise in a church, or elsewhere,

not in a witchcraft den, in a Candomblé house!

Father, I didn't walk 7 leagues in vain.

You cannot do that. The church is not yours, but God's!

You will disrespect my authority?

Father, between you and Santa Barbara,

I stay with Santa Barbara.

Close the door. Let everyone enter through the sacristy.

The cross cannot enter through there.

Good morning.

You article about the game sucked.

You need to learn the new rules of this newspaper.

We don't want it well done, we just want it to sell, you know?

Got it. But it's not everyday that we have a good subject.

Make one. A good journalist must have imagination.

- It's all? - No.

I want you to find a devout who carried a cross around the city.

He came from the countryside.

Where is him?

I don't know. Find him.

It must be a crazy guy, but is news.

And this story about the devout? It's within the new rules?

Who knows. That's more up to you than...

That's not your problem.

What is it?

He wants sensationalist news...

and tells me to go after a madman who claims to be Jesus Christ.

May Yansan give you a good day, Blondie!

Thank you, Madam.

- Good morning, lady. - Good morning.

Woke up early, huh?

Good morning, Blondie my friend. I never seen a day like this one.

To salute Yansan, don't mind if I ask you to.

Please, can you lend me $2?

You and your verses always wanting to take advantage...

Did you see that guy?

It's someone crazy...

Is this booklet "The Blind Jeremiah" really good?

It's an epic.

A new Iliad, one where Troy is the Moon

and the Trojan Horse it's Saint Jorge's horse.

I prefer the other one, "The Black Emerald".

Excellent taste, Blondie.

It is also a masterpiece that recalls Castro Alves, modesty aside.

White and red flags, Yansan colors...

And you say you don't believe in Candomblé!

- I don't, but I'm a salesman. - We both are!

Is that man still on the stairway?

Yes, he is.

And he seems willing to stay there until you let him in.

But I can't let him in. You know I can't.

If I do, this wouldn't be the house of God,

but the house of all false heathen idols.

It would be a chaos. The end of religion.

He walked 7 leagues with that cross...

Did you see his shoulder?

It's in living flesh.

Heretic!

Hello! This is for the procession of Saint Barbara?

- No. - And what you're doing?

Waiting for the party?

It's too early, and you are in the wrong place.

- I can't leave here. - But you have to. Let's go.

Come on.

Look, I want to understand you...

I also want to understand you, and everyone.

But no one here seems to understand me.

So, what do you want?

I want to put this cross inside the church, just it.

Then I promise to leave. I'm very tired...

It was a promise, a promise he made.

Promise?

To put a cross inside the church?

What's hard about that? Speak to the priest and do it.

I can't help you, because this priest and I...

are at odds!

Who wants? The poem of "The Black Emerald"!

Who wants to read?

Father, I'm not saying that you have to open the door. I'm just saying...

I know, but I can't do anything. Don't you understand?

I do. I got it.

And I think you have to take him out of here.

But take him arrested?

That's for you to decide.

Okay, Father. I'm sorry.

No problem.

Zé, the church isn't open yet?

It is, but the priest doesn't let me enter with the cross.

- Why? - I don't know, Rosa.

I seem to be seeing things the other way around.

Heaven in place of hell, the devil in place of the Saint.

That's right.

Suddenly we realize that we are someone else.

That was always someone else...

It's horrible.

But this isn't possible Rosa. I was always faithful to God.

It looks like a punishment.

Punishment? Why?

Because I made a promise at Yansan's house?

If Santa Barbara didn't agree, she wouldn't have done the miracle.

Zé, forget Saint Barbara, think about us.

- Us? - Think of me, your wife!

But what do you want?

Did you not sleep? Have you not rested?

Zé, let's get out of here!

I can't. I wouldn't have peace the rest of my life.

You're too much of a believer.

It's because you don't think about what might happen.

More than it did happen?

There he is.

Good morning, friend. Congratulations, you're a hero!

7 leagues carrying this cross.

Heavy, isn't?

And in a few hours the whole Brazil will know.

You will be famous.

- What is the weight of this cross? - I don't know, I didn't weigh it.

Even though, it's a record.

In this respect, we can consider it a great sporting achievement.

It's a proof of physical resistance and dedication.

But how did this pilgrimage come about?

The donkey got sick, so he made the promise to carry the cross

and share his farm with that bunch of lazybones.

Donkey? What donkey?

Why? You also think that he isn't worth of that?

Not at all!

Fabulous. "Share his farm..."

Do you support agrarian reform?

Agrarian reform? What is that?

Is what you did with your farm!

I don't regret it.

"He is in favor of agrarian reform..."

What if the government took all the abandoned lands

and share with the peasants?

It would be a very good thing.

Everyone must work on what is theirs.

"He is against the exploitation of man by man."

Are you from a political party?

Once upon a time, they want to make me city councilor.

- But this time, mister... - Donkey Zé, at your service.

Donkey Zé, you will be elected with donkey and everything!

Yeah! Imagine you returning to your city,

in an open car, with a band and fireworks!

Mister, are you crazy? There will be none of that.

It will, because my newspaper will promote it.

But don't give interviews to anyone else.

Of course you will receive compensation.

Mister, you misunderstood me. No one has understood me yet!

Zé...

I couldn't convince him. It's no use for you to stay here.

The priest said he won't open the door and I know him well.

This is great!

This gives us the time to organize everything.

The promotion on radio and your triumphant return with a musical band!

Mister, I came walking and that is the way I'll return!

Come on! Don't be stupid! He just want to help us.

He can help saying to the vicar to open the door.

I'll speak with the vicar.

Carijó, take another photo! You too ma'am.

One moment, could you make my store appear as well?

You know, publicity is good.

Over there. Okay.

- Thank you! - You're welcome.

- Let's hear the vicar. - Better go through the sacristy door.

I guarantee that now the priest will open the door.

Everyone is afraid of the press.

I go there. The situation is getting worse.

The last booklet of poems!

"The Blind Jeremiah", here on the street!

I'm going to the store for a coffee. You do not want?

A double.

Coffee.

- Did he suspect of anything? - Nothing.

He just thinks about the cross and the promise.

I went home to sleep, but I couldn't.

- Why? - I kept thinking about you.

You better not.

- Do you regret? - Yes.

Now it's too late.

It isn't. One night can be erased.

We can erase a lot of nights. This leaves no marks.

There wasn't. I don't know how he doesn't see.

I even get angry. Makes me want to tell everything.

It's not a bad idea. He's not a violent man.

Let's sit down.

He could leave you here in town and go back to the farm.

- That would solve everything. - Solve what?

Your life. You have a future.

It's no use. My destiny is this.

And besides, he needs me.

- But he has a donkey. - Asshole!

- I wasn't comparing you with... - He's quite male, you bet!

If he is, why are you so "thirsty", huh?

Listen, do you think that the priest won't let him enter?

Didn't you hear him say?

"That man is Satan. Satan in disguise."

Satan... Satan disguised as Jesus Christ!

It's a little harsh to me.

This priest is a rock. But he will eventually give in.

I assure you. Now this cause is not yours alone.

It's a cause of the newspaper, so it's also the people's cause!

Let's go.

Close the door.

My son, I'm ekedi in the Candomblé of the Little Girl.

Soon the house will be celebrating.

You made a promise to Yansan and she is there to receive.

I'll take to my house, and the saint will receive your cross.

But the church?

Send that priest to hell!

You carry the cross and I accompany you.

No, it's not the same.

This is not the same thing!

Why did you show up again?

You came to talk to me.

Don't make me do what I don't want to.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Journalists, huh?

Yeah. They took my picture.

Do you think they will publish it?

Well, if you were naked, sure enough.

- Dressed, I don't know. - I knew it!

You had to be after a woman!

What are you doing here?

I came to see why you didn't come home last night!

I was feeling sick, so I went to my hotel.

Sure...

I'm seeing how sick you are!

- Don't make a fuss! - You bum!

Shut up!

Go!

Want to play a hard man around her, huh?

- I don't have nothing with her. - You spent the night with her!

Let's go home.

No! I want to clarify this first!

- Let's go home, I said! - No!

Leave me, Handsome. I want to stay here!

- Let me go! - Marli!

I want this peasant to know that you're mine!

He's mine, did you hear?

That outfit of his was bought with my money!

And almost all he has!

You redneck!

Shut up!

He's mine, did you hear?

He's mine!

He's my man!

What blind Jeremiah saw on the moon...

Let's go home Zé, let's go!

Enough, folks! Enough!

"New Christ preaches revolution. Saint or demon?

7 leagues carrying a cross and wants an agrarian reform."

Guys, come here!

"He is against the exploitation of man by man."

Let's help this guy in the church of Saint Barbara.

- And what about our Capoeira? - We'll do it there.

Hello, comrade. How are you?

The booklet "The Black Emerald",

novel telling all of Emerald's life,

from her birth in the Innocence alley

to her death with 30 stab wounds on the Doom street.

Does the gentleman want?

- Do you want one? - No.

I was thinking...

Your fight with the priest would make a good booklet.

- Do you want it? I can write. - No, I don't want.

Why? A booklet of verses would be nice.

No...

Such verses are read throughout Bahia,

including Father Olavo.

My friend, I am the most feared poet in Bahia.

If I announce that I will write the booklet

on the story of Donkey Zé,

I'm sure that the priest will open the door

and he himself will come to bear the cross!

What is needed for that?

Well, as you know, the paper is expensive,

and the price of typography is sky high.

- Have to pay, right? - Yes.

I don't want anything.

You may regret it.

I guarantee you, just announce the booklet

and the priest will smear his pants!

No, I already told you.

All right. The one who loses is you.

You and the national poetry!

Hey, Dedé! You need to get a man job, comrade!

Master Coca arrived early today!

On Yansan's day there is no strength,

it's just for loafing!

- Will we have Capoeira today? - Soon! We will soon.

The priest won't let the man enter?

This priest is like that.

The other day he forbid me to sell my booklets near the church.

- Why? - I'll tell you. Let's have one drink.

Two!

He said that the story of Emerald is obscene, in a sermon.

Two drinks.

And since then, when the devotees pass me,

they turn away, as if I were a portrait of the devil.

I don't like this priest, but thanks to him

my clients increased and I was photographed.

To the saint!

New Christ preaches revolution! Check the newspaper!

Hello!

Give me one, boy.

New Christ preaches revolution!

Boy!

- "New Christ... - He got straight to the point.

- "7 leagues carrying a cross... - For the agrarian reform."

"Against the exploitation of man by man."

But to the vicar, he is Satan in disguise.

He is a communist. Yes, I'm saying.

Don't you read the newspaper?

The police is sleeping?

Look, come quickly! See you soon.

"To the vicar of Santa Barbara church, he's Satan in a disguise.

After all, who is Donkey Zé? A mystifier or an agitator?"

Did you see? Things are getting ugly.

"The Afternoon", the newspaper of Bahia!

New Christ preaches revolution!

- Zé, I don't like this. - Neither do I.

Mary of Yansan said...

"The promise must be big."

Surely Santa Barbara didn't think my promise

was good enough and is charging the rest.

She must be punishing me, because I promised so little.

I'm being punished as well.

Saint Barbara is tempting me so I give up the promise.

I almost fell a while ago.

- When? - When that woman said all that.

I endured silently so as not to kill her and go to jail.

I have to keep my promise.

- All this is an ordeal. - Sure it is.

This is the only explanation for everything that happened today.

Saint Barbara used me to put you in a temptation.

I fell a strange force pushing me there.

I don't want to take away my guilt,

but if all this is Santa Barbara's doing,

what could I do?

You should resist the temptation, like me.

It's different. I wasn't being tested, but you.

But if she is a saint, and can do miracles,

she can also make me do what I don't want, as she did.

She can put the devil in my body, like she did...

But this is not going to happen anymore.

We'll talk about that later...

on our way home.

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New Christ preaches revolution!

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New Christ preaches revolution!

New Christ preaches revolution!

Look! New Christ preaches revolution!

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In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.

Our Father, Who art in heaven, Hallowed be Thy Name.

Thy Kingdom come.

Thy will be done, on earth as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread.

And forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those who trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.

Amen.

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

"New Christ preaches revolution."

This case needs a deeper study,

but we don't have a lot of information.

At first glance, it seems that this poor man...

We cannot judge him to be just a poor man.

Everything leads us to believe that he is a mystifier...

driven by the worst intentions.

Forgive me, but the matter now is not the man,

but the church.

The church's position.

I think that the priest Olavo is doing the right thing.

Although, at first,

I believe in the correctness of Father Olavo's action,

I fear that to the people he seems unfair and cruel.

The church would be in an unfriendly position.

Sometimes, it takes courage to assume unfriendly attitudes.

The Monsignor suggests that we intercede

with Father Olavo to allow...

Not at all.

But I think we must find a solution

to improve our image with public opinion,

without, however, giving in on issues that are vital

for the prestige and survival of the Catholic Church.

I agree. It would be anachronistic and ridiculous

if we treat this man today with the same severity

of the inquisitors of Saint Joan.

Yes, those were other times.

Although those were other times,

the Catholic Church did not modernize itself

to the point of admitting the intrusion of other cults.

Of course, in this regard we need to be adamant.

Without a doubt, Monsignor.

I suggest that one of us go there and solve this case.

I think I found the solution.

MYSTIFIER OR AGITATOR?

- Hello Handsome, what's the matter? - You came fast.

Blondie, two drinks.

What do you want? If it's about you going back to the police...

- It's not that. I'm okay. - Take care, we have your file.

I don't believe, you're very lazy.

Look at that. In my times this man would be in jail already.

And you expelled me.

Who is he?

You don't even read the newspaper and think you're smart-ass?

If I were you, I'd lock him for a few days.

I have to investigate first.

Lock him, now!

But why? He isn't doing anything.

No? He's doing social unrest!

Come with me.

He'll say a story about a donkey. But don't believe him.

Come! Come!

"What blind Jeremiah saw on the moon".

The latest booklet!

Blondie, my friend!

The police want to arrest the man.

This is not right. Paying a promise is not a crime.

A few drinks for my buddies.

This friend of mine wants to talk to you.

- He wants to help you. - Hello.

Help? Everyone wants to help. Everyone!

- You have very dangerous ideas. - Dangerous?

- I'm just saying, my friend. - Friend?

I see that I'm surrounded by friends.

Each of them wanting to help more than the other!

- You're a rebel. - I wasn't, but I'm becoming one.

That's why you're here since very early?

Yes...

I'm not leaving here until everyone understands me.

Everyone!

There has to be a way! There must be!

I feel like dropping a bomb there!

God forgive me...

Father...

Father! Father!

Father, I walked 7 leagues to get here!

God is my witness!

I did not eat today,

and I will not eat until you open the door.

One day, two days, a month...

I'll starve to death at your church door!

I need you to hear me!

What do you want yelling like this?

Disrespect the house of God?

No Father. Just remind you that I'm here with my cross.

I see.

And that heresy shows how far you are from the church!

Okay, Father. But if so, God will punish me

and is not your fault!

It's my fault. I'm a priest.

I must care for the glory of God and the happiness of men.

- You're making me so unhappy. - No.

I'm defending your happiness by preventing you

from getting lost in the darkness of witchcraft.

No Father, I just wanted...

I've been the whole day studying this case.

I consulted books and sacred texts.

The explanation is in that donkey. It's Satan's work!

Only Satan would lead anyone to ridicule the sacrifice of Jesus!

No Father! No!

- Why not? - Because I know him, he's a good man!

Lucifer was also an angel. But I know his followers.

Even when they disguise themselves under sheep's clothing.

Even when they're behind the cross of Christ.

This very cross they want to destroy.

But they will not destroy! Will not destroy!

Monsignor Otaviano is here.

Let him pass!

Monsignor!

I know, I'm dealing with your case.

- Good morning Father Olavo. - Good morning.

The Archbishop must have sent him.

For sure the Archbishop ordered the priest to be scolded!

It serves him right!

Now the priest will open the door. Go get your cross, you will enter!

I said Yansan has power!

I knew that Saint Barbara wouldn't abandon me.

If he enters, will be bad for my store!

Not wanting to go over your authority,

but just to help you with our experience,

we ask that you give some thought

on the political aspect of this case.

I confess I never thought about that.

I've only been thinking about the religious aspect.

Nowadays it is almost impossible to separate this two things.

If the Monsignor orders...

and assumes responsibility for this decision,

I open the door and let him enter.

No, we can't do that in a such simple way.

We should give a proof of flexibility

and solve the matter without losing our prestige.

Honestly, I'd like to find this way.

We have to find it.

What can't go on is leaving the church empty

and having all the people out there beside him.

Come.

- I bet $100. - I accept.

That the priest will let him into the church with the cross.

He will not. Candomblé is one thing, church is another.

- But the saint is the same. - It is...

but the priest fears competition and wants to defend his business.

- Go for it, Dedé? - Yes.

- Do you think he won't? - I think he will, but tomorrow.

First, the priest will humiliate him.

Afterwards, he will be afraid of Santa Barbara

and will open the door.

I'm here at the Archbishop's request

to give proof of the church's tolerance

for those who deviate from the sacred canons.

But I'm Catholic. I don't understand what you say,

but I want you to understand that I'm a Catholic.

Alright, we'll give you an opportunity.

If you're Catholic, deny all acts performed by inspiration of the devil

and return to the bosom of Holy Mother Church.

- How? - Give up on your promise.

Admit it was made for the devil.

Throw away that cross, and come ask God's forgiveness.

Do you think I should do that?

It's the only way for you to save yourself.

The Catholic church gives us priests

the power to change a promise for other.

Zé, maybe this is better.

Rosa, if I do that, I'll be breaking my promise...

to Yansan, Saint Barbara, whatever.

With my authority, I release you from this promise.

Come and make another one.

He is giving a proof of Christian tolerance.

Now it's up to you to choose between

the church's tolerance or your own intransigence.

You release me?

But I didn't make the promise to you. I made it to Santa Barbara.

And what guarantee do I have that when I return to my farm

I won't find my donkey dead?

It's your decision. Do you deny or do you not deny?

Monsignor!

Eparrei! Maleme (Intercede) for him, Mother!

Maleme! Maleme!

I can't... I can't do that.

I can't risk my donkey's life!

Quiet!

So you believe more in the power of the devil

than in the power of God!

Because everything you did was inspired by the devil!

Goodbye Father Olavo.

I'm sorry.

I can't do anything else.

Monsignor...

Monsignor! Let me explain!

My brothers!

Let no one accuse us of being intolerant!

And may everyone remember the words of Jesus:

"Because false christs and false prophets will appear.

And they will perform such great signs of wonders,

that they will deceive many!

I don't want to deceive nobody!

They will deceive many! And many will follow!

I don't want anyone to follow me!

But they will! How they went along the roads,

not knowing that they were following Satan!

Father!

Father... I can't take it anymore.

May God forgive me...

For Santa Barbara or for Satan...

I will put this cross inside the church

no matter what!

Close the door!

Here is the proof!

A Catholic does not threaten to invade the house of God!

This is sacrilege!

Officer, arrest this man!

It's impossible. I can't do that.

What are you waiting for? Not convinced yet?

Wait a minute.

Wait what? Who is he?

A secret cop.

Police? Did you report him?

Soon you'll be free of that idiot.

You shouldn't have done that!

It's for your own good. For our good.

Not like that. I didn't want it that way!

Now it's done.

Please! Hurry, this way!

Good afternoon, a word to our newspaper.

Please leave me alone!

How many hours do you not eat?

Radio Cultura of Bahia arriving at Santa Barbara church.

Will the next war come or not?

Listeners, this is an unprecedented spectacle!

Gentlemen viewers, good afternoon.

TV Itapoan, channel 5, is in front of Santa Barbara church

to better describe this impressive spectacle.

Let's interview the man. Please gentleman,

have a little look at our camera. Give our viewers a word.

- Have you ever done a miracle? - Leave him alone!

- Just a word. - Leave him alone, I told you!

Let's get close...

It's impossible to describe what's happening in here.

He's dying!

Ask the Saint to intercede for him!

He is my son!

For pity's sake, you can save him!

I can't, I can't...

Put your hands on his forehead!

I can't.

I don't have any power!

Folks, let's go around!

I am a poor cripple. For the love of God...

Break jereba! Break!

You break today Tomorrow we break

Break jereba! Break!

The queen has arrived She came from the sea...

Look, caruru!

- Don't you want, my son? - No.

- Girl, don't you want? - No.

Tomorrow you will enter, my comrade.

I will write the story of this priest.

I know some secret things.

If need be, we make it up.

Then we'll see whether or not he opens the door!

- It's on the house. - No, thanks.

You can accept without embarrassment. We can make a deal.

Can I speak to the man?

If you promise to stay here,

I commit to provide you both with free food and drink.

- I'm not hungry. - But then you can resist.

Does not matter.

- And you? - No.

What's your problem?

None. I want to go home.

- Alone? - No. With you.

I thought you were tired of me.

I'm tired of this bullshit.

Leave that cross there, Zé,

and let's go home before it's too late.

- What are you afraid of? - Everything!

- Aren't you afraid of yourself? - Also.

But it's no longer me who is in danger, it's you.

Good girl. But she married all mankind!

I'm going there. I need to talk to that woman.

Why will you still talk to her?

Isn't the shame you put me through enough?

But I need Zé, I need!

- Blondie, did you see Handsome? - He was here earlier.

I know, and I know why too.

Look there. Must be at Yansan's party.

Not quite Yansan. It's another orisha.

Another saint.

I need to talk to Handsome. Where he is?

You shameless bitch!

You offer yourself to my man and still ask me where he is?

I don't need him for anything.

I just want to avoid a disgrace.

If you really want to avoid one, better leave him alone!

- Where does he live? - With me.

You're lying. I know he lives in a hotel.

So go there to see what will happen to you!

- Stop it, I'm not afraid of you. - Neither do I of you!

Let go of me, Zé!

Rosa, have you lost your mind? Put yourself in your place!

- Fighting in the street with a... - A what?

You stupid faggot! Fake churchgoer!

Your wife flirting with another man and you keep with this cross!

This is part of the promise?

Peaceful cuckold!

Zé!

Women cannot be trusted.

Wait, because soon:

"The Blondie Who Chickened Out at the Point of a Knife"!

- Tonight we'll go away. - Why not now?

Let's wait for Santa Barbara day to end.

Maybe at night it's too late.

Too late for what?

To go back.

Listen to me, Zé.

We should hit the road right now, this minute.

ON OFFER AT THE FLORENSILVA STORE

Stop it!

That's a tribute from our customers.

They collaborate with us.

A little comfort on these days will not detract from your promise.

Furthermore, after your triumphal entry into the church,

you'll travel through the city in an open car to our newspaper.

From there, you'll go to the government palace

to be greeted by the Governor.

- Mister... - Don't worry.

You will only say a word or two to the official candidate.

It's all arranged.

Please take all this away. We're on our way out!

No, no way. The newspaper spent the money already.

Music band, fireworks...

It's very easy to carry a cross through 7 leagues,

but a newspaper it's harder to make.

Screw your newspaper!

We just want to help!

Over there, Pato, over there!

Help...

They help to disgrace our lives!

- Where are you going Rosa? - I'll be right back.

Where are you going?

In the hotel I slept in. I forgot my handkerchief there.

Leave it there. I buy another one for you.

Why spend money, Zé?

I like that one.

Don't be discouraged, man.

Today is Yansan day.

Later, at the Candomblé house, she will be riding her horses.

Go talk to her there.

All doors will be opened.

Let's stop here. It'll be too far for me to return.

You're going back?

Of course. I just want to know what they'll do with him.

It's not me, it's with the police.

Police? They're going to arrest him?

They think that your husband is a dangerous man.

It's your fault!

The newspaper said that.

But you could do something to stop it!

MILITARY POLICE

Do something, for God's sake! Do not allow!

- Wait, you can't go in. - Why?

- We're the police. - I'm a journalist, I have the right.

Police is here because of him.

Didn't I say that would ruin his life?

News is news. Let's go.

My comrade, go away. They're setting a trap.

The police are coming. Run away.

I didn't kill, I didn't rob anyone.

From my own experience,

with the police it's better to run than to argue.

Go, we'll hide the cross.

And tonight, he'll take it to Yansan.

Let's all take it!

Zé!

Zé! Forget it...

The police are here to surround the square!

- Hurry up! - Go, my son!

- Let's go, Zé! - Saint Barbara left me, Rosa.

Abandon the promise too.

She doesn't want you to fulfill your promise.

No, now I need to go all the way.

Even if not for her anymore.

Even if it's just to be at peace with myself!

Let's go Zé!

- That's him. - Your papers.

- Papers? - ID.

Mister, I'm here to keep a promise.

Saint Barbara knows me. ID for what?

Keep a promise? Do you think we're idiots?

Now he will talk about the donkey.

He will talk about that in the station.

Let's go. Follow me.

I can't.

- I can't leave here. - Why?

- The promise, officer. - Nobody talked to you.

The priest said that he threatened to enter in the church.

I heard him say he would drop a bomb.

A bomb?

I want you to explain all of this.

Let's go to the station.

- Let's go. - Let go of me!

Are you going to fight?

If he fights, it will be worse.

You're wrong, I'm a good man.

I'm here just to keep a promise.

The vicar can tell if it's a truth or a lie.

It's a lie.

And not just a lie. It is also sacrilege.

Father, you can't say that is a lie,

that I didn't make that promise!

Yes, perhaps he did it under the inspiration of Satan.

- Father, this man... - He had all the time to regret.

God is my witness that I tried to save him.

But he doesn't want to be saved.

Worse for him.

Yes, worse for him.

No. Nobody will take me to jail. I did nothing wrong!

So there's nothing to fear, you'll be released later.

Let's go. Arrest him.

Don't fall for it, my comrade!

No, Zé! Don't go!

Only if I die will they take me away!

I swear by Santa Barbara. Only if I die!

Get out! Here you will not arrest anyone!

- Zé! - Don't come in here, Rosa.

- Don't come! - Come back!

Watch out, Father!

Zé!

Holy Mother!

Don't come close!

I wanted to recommend his soul...

To whom? To the devil?

Go. Quick!

Maleme Yansan!

THE END