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Matraga is
not Matraga,

Matraga
is nothing.

Matraga is Augusto Esteves,
the man,

in the village of Our-Lady-of-Sorrows
of the Creek of Murici.

Who ordered this ambush?

Who do you take orders from?

From the Major...
Major Consilva.

Well, then go back...

and tell him that you came
face to face with the Devil.

Dalberto!

Take this man
to Doctor Herculano.

Say that I'll
pay him next week.

Sure thing, boss. If you don't mind
my asking, what about our payment?

It has been a month
since we got any.

Haven’t I told you
that I will pay you all?

I beg your pardon, boss.
We're Esteves no matter what.

Let's go, boss.

Feed the horse.

Yes sir, Nhô Augusto.

Mimita!

Won't you ask your father
for a blessing?

Blessing, father.

What happened, Augusto?

Pack a few things for tomorrow
we leave early to Morro Azul.

How long will
we be there?

As long as I see fit.

I'll leave you there and
return to settle a score.

What happened to you?

I was ambushed!

Not one, but eleven of them
waiting for me in the open woods.

Augusto! We should
settle down in Morro Azul.

We'll find a way to pay
our debts and leave for good!

I owe nothing to that loathsome Major.
Or to anyone in Murici.

My name is Augusto Esteves and I'll pay
my debts to God and no one else.

Should I bow my head,
Dionora?

I owe no one.

Especially an old coward who awaits
his death secluded in his own house!

Let’s put Angelica
up for auction!

And Sariema?

Who's bidding on her?

Not much meat,
but nice chopsticks.

I bid
fifty thousand!

Fifty thousand.

Going once!

Going twice!

Going tree times.

Folks, a little respect!
This is a church auction!

Steeple and saints are no place
for high jinks!

Open up for Julião!

Let me go!

She is mine now.

Come a little
closer to me.

Nhô Augusto
bought Sariema!

My lady wanted to
stay with him, did she?

I did, but now
it’s you I like.

You know what?

A fine pair of
shanks you've got.

One skinny and
the other scrawny.

Like fish cooked
without the seasoning.

I deserve to eat grass
standing with a spook like you.

Go away, you crake!
Beat it!

Beat it!

Nhô Augusto,
Nhô Augusto!

It’s your wife,
Ma'am Dionora that sent me.

She asks that you go home,
at least for a while.

Well, turn back and send
the message in reverse.

And you get the animals ready
to head tomorrow to Morro Azul.

You, Ma'am Dionora
and the little girl.

But before you do, go up there and
tell my men I won’t need them today.

Quim!

Here you go.

Why should a man walk
around showing his breeches?

That's not a man,
but more of a cockatoo!

There is no need
for that, Nhô Augusto.

Take it, man!
I am giving it to you!

If you don't mind me saying,
Ma'am Dionora,

don't be like that,
he has great regard for you.

Will you excuse me?

Good night, Quim.

I'd like to return
to Morro Azul, mommy.

Ma'am Dionora?

Ma'am Dionora?

It's me,
Colonel Ovidio Moura.

You don't know
how to read, Augusto.

What's written here?

Nothing.

Read it.

It's just my thoughts.

Read it, then!

What are you
crying about?

All this trouble.

Us, traveling without notice,
without you.

What do you want?

That I leave this town like a poltroon?
Like a saint-less fortune fool?

I am only sending you
to Morro Azul for precaution.

You want us away so that you can
go back to your booze and gambling.

Your wish is to die
right here, alone.

Hush.

Good morning,
Ma'am Dionora.

Good morning, Quim.

Come, little girl.

Major Consilva,
your goons are outside.

The ones that
you asked for.

Josue.

Didn't your mother teach
you any manners?

Manners!

Excusing yourself when you
walk into people’s houses?

Pardon me, boss.

Come over here.

Crouch down.

My eyeglasses don't
work any more.

With my bad eyesight,
I need to look very close.

To see into
a man’s soul.

I like to see
what's inside.

Josue...

What do you see
on this table?

Your gun.

Your eyeglasses.

Is that it?

Yes.

I don't see
anything more.

Your eyesight
is good, Josue.

Very good eyesight...

Give this to
your mother.

To help her out
with the groceries.

Tell the men outside
that I'm in no rush.

Josue?

I am in no rush.

Excuse me, major.

Boss, sorry for...

Go, go, go.

Your blessing, uncle.

Bless you, my child.

- Good afternoon.
- Good afternoon.

Bringing a daughter into
the world costs blood.

Family is the most precious
thing in this world.

That is my fate, uncle.

Fate? Fate is not for one,
but for two. For all.

Fate is born every morning
but it is already old by noon.

It's also my fault.

Fault? Who doesn’t have faults?
There are plenty of faults, my dear.

Even Nhô Augusto.

His mother died when
he was very young.

His father was a fool who was
not fit to be head of the family.

It was as though Nhô Augusto
had no father at all.

One of his uncles was a criminal,
guilty of more than one death.

Lived in hiding
in Saco-da-Embira.

Nhô Augusto was brought up
by his grandmother.

She wanted the boy
to become a priest.

Praying, praying all the time,
sanctimoniousness and litany.

Ma'am Dionora,
come with me.

Bring the girl.

Nobody will take
you from me.

Nhô Augusto is capable
of killing us both, Mr. Ovidio.

But I will go and stay with you
for as long as God protects us.

Turn back, ma'am,
for that is the faulty road!

Head back and say
that Ma'am Dionora

does not want to live
with Nhô Augusto any longer.

From now on she
is going to live with me.

With the approval of all my relatives
and the blessing of God.

You fowl man!

May an owl settle
on your doorstep!

Tell me everything,
goddamn you!

It happened on the
road to Tapera, boss.

Colonel Ovidio Moura
was on the other side.

Waiting for us.

When we showed up,
he came over to us.

He asked for her
to go with him.

He told her
to follow him.

To live with him with
the blessing of his relatives.

And he told her to bring
your daughter, too.

That he would raise her.

That's what that
cursed man said.

Ma'am Dionora, in all that
confusion went with him.

No doubts or delay.

I could have
resisted him.

Pardon me,
this bad news.

But it was a
question of honor.

With blood only
for the master.

Well done!
You did right!

Call my men!

Nhô Augusto!

Nhô Augusto,
the men have scattered.

Major Consilva hired them all
for good money!

The ruffian even sent a message:
money is the sun that shines brightest.

The pack of dogs, just out of spite!
Where are they?

They’re moving to the
Major’s ranch.

- That revolting Major!
- Don’t take it amiss, boss.

But everybody is saying that
you don’t own anything anymore.

That you have lost all your ranches
and will be left without a penny soon.

And please forgive me, but I'm only
repeating what has been said...

They're saying that you have
no respect for daughters or wives.

That you're worse than a poison snake.
Whoever sees one is duty-bound to kill.

I am telling you this so you
won’t play into their hands.

You need good companions,
so as not to go alone.

Not me, for I’m a coward.
I’m no good for this kind of thing.

But if you ask me to,
I'll go!

Listen, Quim!

Find Father Zequiel and ask him
to conduct a requiem mass for Dionora.

I'll kill them both!

But first, I'll go to that
retched Major's house,

because Augusto Esteves does
not leave a deed unsettled.

Your days of glory are over,
you son-of-a-bitch Esteves!

Give it to him, men!
Take him apart!

It's over.
No more Augusto Esteves.

No more.
There is no more.

Come closer, executioner!

Take him away
to the woods.

Away from my land.

I want him out
of my land.

Iron-brand him.

And then kill him.

How do we get down
there to see if he is dead?

Set up a cross
right here, Orosio.

So he won’t come back at
night to tug at your feet

and take you
to sleep in hell.

Kill me,
for goodness sake.

God forgive me, but this man must be
as evil as a trapped rattlesnake.

Rants about all he's going to do,
and it’s nothing but killing and bleeding.

Calls upon God when in pain
and God doesn’t listen.

Not even for
a breath.

Mercy.

We found him in the woods,
down below the ravine.

Near the edge of
Major Consilva's ranch.

This is Augusto Esteves,
Serapião.

This was done
to settle an account.

With his very life
as payment.

Serapião.

Consider finding a doctor,
because his body is severely hurt.

For my part,
I've done what I could.

I've prepared his soul to meet with God,
if his time has come.

Thank you.

Your blessing, Father.

God bless you both.

What do we do, Serapião?

He cannot leave
this place, Quitera.

And here,
nobody will enter.

Dalberto...

Holiday from
the Consilva's?

What are you
talking about, Quim?

The heat got
to your head?

I owed a lot
to Nhô Augusto.

May he rest in peace.

He was a good man.

But he was ruined and ignored
the signs of changing times.

His lands were
in pledge because of his debts.

How did it happen,
Dalberto?

Consilva's thugs lynched him.

No mercy.

Were you there, also?

Thankfully, no.

At the time I was
sent to town, lucky me.

Then here is your luck.

You are not a man.

You are Beelzebub,
the Devil.

You had no right to do
that to Nhô Augusto.

Help yourself, boy.

What is your name?

I am Esteves and
I've come to avenge my boss.

Look here,
Mr. Esteves...

I am a different
kind of man.

I have a jar where I put the
bad things that happen to me.

So I don't forget them.

All the bad
I put in there.

I go out and something
happens to me.

A grievance, something I don't like,
I put it in the jar.

When the jar is full,
it's time to take action.

That's what happened
to Nhô Augusto.

The jar got full...

he paid the price.

I felt sorry him.

It's you who will rot in hell,
you black goat!

Mother?

Mother?

Don't despair, my boy.

Pray, for God straightens
everything out.

God fixes everything.

Mother?

If I could only be
shriven of my sins.

You're forgiven, son.

God measures
the spurs to the rein.

He does not pull the stirrup from
the foot of anyone who truly repents.

I think it is a good idea for you
to move far away from here.

You shouldn't think about
women or revenge.

Deliver yourself into the hands
of God and do penance.

Your life was twisted while
the bough was green,

but do not be sad,
not at the slightest,

for sadness is
temptation to the Devil.

And the Kingdom of Heaven,
which is all that matters,

cannot be picked
from your pocket.

Faith I have, faith I beseech,
Father.

You never worked,
did you?

Well, from now on every day
you must work for three,

and help others
whenever you can.

Curb that bad temper.

Pretend it is an unbroken colt,
and that you are stronger than it.

Call upon God
in the following manner:

“Jesus, meek and humble of heart,
make my heart like unto yours.”

Pray and work as though this life were
a day of hoeing under the hot sun,

which at times is slow to pass,
but always does.

And you can still enjoy
moments of happiness.

Every man has his
hour and his turn.

And yours will come.

I am going to heaven,
even if I have to go to war for it.

My time is bound to come.

Here it is.

Nhô Augusto Esteves?

Well, if it isn't...

Tião Teresa,
don't you remember?

Of course, Tião.

Come in.

This world is truly very small
and the back-lands even smaller.

I happened to pass here
looking for a wild herd

that scattered on the high plains
of the upper Urucuia,

stampeding through the endless
trails of the Tombador.

And who do
I come across?

Ma'am Dionora is living
with Mr. Ovidio Moura.

Very happy together.

They got married
in a church and whatnot.

They even had a boy,
five-year old, this big.

She thought you died,
and had no husband to stop her.

Not only her, but everybody
in Murici thought so.

What about Mimita, Tião?

How is my
daughter doing?

Well, Nhô Augusto...

I would rather
leave that alone.

Tell me, Tião.

Tell me, man!

Well...

Her story is
very sad.

She grew up and
became a very pretty girl.

But she became
a prostitute.

Seduced by some procurer,
who took her away from the village.

Where?
Nobody knows...

Major Consilva is still
the boss of Murici.

He even bought both your ranches
when they were auctioned off.

But the most unfortunate
tale was Quim's.

Your old friend.

Quim, your messenger,
you remember?

He died, killed, with more
than twenty bullets in his body.

When he heard that Nhô Augusto had
been murdered at the Major’s orders,

he did not hesitate.

He swore he would avenge you,
kissing his muzzle-loader,

and did not even wait
for the coffee to brew.

He went to spit right in the
thug's eye and fell dead.

But only when he was
in the Major’s bedroom,

after killing one of his gunmen
and wounding another two.

Stop, Tião!
I don’t want to hear anything else!

I just ask that you act like
you haven't seen me.

For God's grace.
For all that you hold dear in life.

And it’s not much of a lie,
for it is as though I had really died.

Nhô Augusto Esteves
no longer exists, Tião.

Dishonored, unworthy!

Branded like cattle,
Mother Quitera.

And devoid
of manliness.

Hush, son.
Forget about it.

Under the mush there is good gravy,
and it’s a long lane that has no turning.

But how am I supposed to face
Quim standing before of God?

Me, who once was the ace of the deck!
Who made a name for myself in Tapera Fair.

Who stood up to ten and made them run.
Disarmed and beat up a monster of a thug.

And the girl's family I fought, father,
uncle, a week before she was to be married!

Turn the devil on his back, son.
Do as the priest commanded!

It is the devil's work, father!

Or a punishment.

Why do I recall all these things now,
when I'm cannot fight or enjoy women?

Pray your creed, son.

I think that to honor Quim,
I should be allowed to take revenge.

But I am afraid, mother.

I know what hell is like.

I could look for my little girl,
who may be suffering, in need of me.

Passed down from
hand to hand.

Six years of penance,
I can't be at a loss to them all.

I am a miserable creature,
but my day will come, my turn!

“Jesus, meek and humble of heart,
make my heart like unto yours.”

“Jesus, meek and humble of heart,
make my heart like unto yours.”

“Jesus, meek and humble of heart,
make my heart like unto yours.”

“Jesus, meek and humble of heart,
make my heart like unto yours.”

“Jesus, meek and humble of heart,
make my heart like unto yours.”

“Jesus, meek and humble of heart,
make my heart like unto yours.”

“Jesus, meek and humble of heart,
make my heart like unto yours.”

“Jesus, meek and humble of heart,
make my heart like unto yours.”

All angels in heaven
should be women.

Father...

Mother...

God is lifting
the burden off my back.

Now I know that
He is mindful of me.

Praise the Lord, son!

God creates laws
with a sweet temper.

When He first acts, no one can tell.
But when he strikes, He does it well.

Having a ball!

The devil acts brutally,
but God is treacherous!

Stop.

Why are the folks
so scared of that band?

See that fellow in the center,
the boss?

He’s one of the most notorious
men in the two Minas' back-lands.

He is feared from
Jequitinhonha to Araras,

from the banks of the Jequitaí river
to the shores of the Verde Grande,

from the Gavião river
as far as Montes Claros.

From Carinhanha to Paracatu.

Greater than Antônio Dó
or Indalécio.

He is known as
the stump-puller,

the earth-shaker,

the fire-eater,
the boast-stopper,

the question-settler,
the measure-taker,

the no-obstacle-brooker.

Do you know
his name yet?

He is
Mr. Joãozinho Bem-Bem.

Who could this favor-seeker be,
coming toward us like a spook?

Don't scoff, for the way
that man walks pleases me.

Pardon me.

You are the one they call
Joãozinho Bem-Bem?

At your service.

Well then...

If you deign to stay at
a poor man's home,

I invite you to be my guest
during your stay here.

To hang your hammock under my roof,
which will give me great satisfaction.

I accept your kindness,
old brother.

Now let’s see who else
in this frightened village

is willing to take
the rest of my people.

I would like them all
to come to my ranch.

Wouldn’t that be too
much trouble, old brother?

Not at all.
It's from the heart.

Well then, let us go,
and may God repay you!

Guide us, old brother.

This way.

Here's your plate,
Mr. Joãozinho.

Are you headed south?

I’m headed, with some of my band,
to Taquaras village near Manduri springs.

At the request of a friend, Nicolau Cardoso,
unjustly attacked by an autocratic rancher.

He got himself an army of goons, but when
we get there they'll clear straight out.

You can stow that chatter,
for all the world knows about me.

We weren't planning
on heading this way.

But one side of the river has malaria
and the other a smallpox epidemic.

And there was a talk of soldiers
coming this way from Diamantina.

For this reason we took
such a roundabout route.

To my pleasure.

Help yourselves, folks.

Please don't mind
the simple food.

What's to mind?!

Let's eat, fellows.

Thank you Lord, for welcoming
these brave men into my home.

And for the food that nourishes
me, my parents and friends.

May your will always
watch over our heads.

Amen.

Amen!
Amen.

You, master of the house,
sit beside me, old brother.

What is it that you
find so enjoyable to watch?

Oh, is it Tim?

He still stinks
of the barracks.

He deserted the army
and three state militias.

Has this fighting crew been with you
for a long time, Mr. Joãozinho Bem-Bem?

Some of them.

They are all decent people.
I have no room for backwoods trash.

A man who lays behind
a stump cannot serve with me.

My men carry out the deaths I order and
a death I order is always a legal death!

Hurrah!

A clean, well-brushed crew.

They come
from everywhere.

That one is from Bahia,
with a sharp tongue.

The flat-head is a tough customer,
always wants to jump the gun.

They are not
an easy folk.

The ones from Goiás,
aren't for roving.

Or those from Minas, who always
get angry at the wrong time...

and hate to stop once
they start fighting.

But you won’t find another
lot of men like mine.

Now that I think of it...

don’t take amiss what
I am about to ask of you.

Tell me.

Your dinner is first class,
a real treat!

But my innards are in bad shape
and my stomach isn’t up to much.

If it’s not too much trouble,
I'd like you to ask them to prepare me

some hot manioc gruel,
with brown sugar and fine-ground meal,

and a few sour orange leaves in it.
Would that be possible?

Just the way you asked.

Thank you, old brother.

I'm just surprised
at one thing!

That at this fine dinner,
there isn't the most important thing.

What's missing, friend?

Fern sauce
and corn pudding!

We'll have that
next time!

Now tell me.

I bet that when the shooting starts
you don't stammer or stutter.

He sure doesn't!

He's a tough customer who
cuts a figure 8 when he jumps!

By the letter J,
he already killed twelve.

With the rest of the alphabet,
you'll see the end of it.

What about you, friend?

It's plain to see you are a streak
of lightning in an attack?

I even light on a porcupine
and a fire caterpillar,

and a man with twenty arms
brandishing twenty brush hooks.

I lie down on the
point of a horn,

I sleep on the
point of a knife,

and I wake up on top
of my mattress.

Ask our own boss.

I’m Juruminho,
at your service.

Try to get you or you,
in the distance with a Winchester?!

Or you and this friend with the glum face,
in an encircling maneuver?

And this get-there-first customer,
advancing and saying “I’ll see you”!

And then its a shower-down
without rain,

the stumps reading and writing,
firearms like a threshing machine,

mute men shrieking and those on the
wrong side running and begging for mercy.

Another piece of chicken,
friend?

I'm full.

And you, friend?

No, thank you.
I'm also full.

Either you didn't like the taste
or you're full over nothing.

Appetite for war, only.

Everybody knew about the gold
buried in that lot.

And she dreamed that an angel
took her to the gold.

But did she find it?

She didn't find it, because she
woke up before she found it.

Want to touch it, friend?

This is my loyal friend.

I won’t charge you for the bullets.
You can fire all eight of them.

Try it on that bird over there,
on the Pitanga tree.

Not on that wee
creature of God.

I’ll just see if I can
clip the branch.

If I miss,
pay no attention,

for it’s been a long time since
I’ve had my hand on a trigger.

A master hand,
old brother.

Missed the first,
but got one out of two.

Rust on good iron!

Thank you,
Mr. Joãozinho Bem-Bem.

Fresh water, folks.

Thank you, old brother.

I just wanted to say that...

you can stay as long as you like,
so long as we can host you.

You took us in as if
we were your own family.

This clock, old brother,
works perfectly.

It goes to you as a token
of our gratitude.

This knife is from Bahia.
It has taken a lot of noble blood.

Thank you.

Thank you for the food.

Here.

Food for your aim.

My canteen.

Jaguar's tooth.

Thank you.

I'll never forget the
time we shared, my friends.

If you don't mind my saying so,
my kinsman, Joãozinho Bem-Bem.

Old brother, the fact is that
you are a rather odd customer,

but I have been watching you
and now I find, after weighing and paying,

that you are
a very good person.

Our guardian angels get along,
and for me that is what counts.

So, if you ever need anything,
come and find me.

If you have an unpleasant message
to send somebody...

If you have an enemy anywhere,
just give me his name and address.

Thank you very much.

May God be with you.

You, old brother, like to fight
and understand fighting.

It is clear that you haven't
always lived here,

hoeing fields
and chopping wood.

I don’t want to speculate about your past,
or whether you are concealing a crime.

But you would
bring me luck.

Would you like to join
my band?

Come with us?

I can’t.

Don’t tempt me, for I can’t,
Mr. Joãozinho Bem-Bem.

In that case, old brother,
no harm done.

I’ll never forget this trust, my friend.
My kinsman, Mr. Joãozinho Bem-Bem!

Friend?

Yes, Juruminho?

A favor?

Pray for my little sister who is
suffering from a very painful disease.

She lies crippled in bed,
in the village of Urubu.

Here's her name.

That little donkey is mine and
I’ll leave it here as payment for you.

Please, accept it.

Well, I shall accept.

My yard back home...
you don't sweep with a brush.

You sweep it with a sword,
bullets from a machine gun.

My yard back home...
you don't sweep with a brush.

You sweep it with a sword,
bullets from a machine gun.

So late from
the paddock, son?

I was fixing the rut that
came down from the rain.

Two months of rain...

The droughts
will come soon enough.

Have a sip, son.

It's rum.

I had a dream, father.

With God.

But he was
a tyrant.

He looked like
Joãozinho Bem-Bem.

He told me to fight,
just to test my strength.

While he was up there,
watching and looking over us.

I must go for I cannot
stay here any longer.

My turn is coming and
I must wait for it elsewhere.

Wait until the rain
season is over, son.

It already has, mother.

When your heart tells you what to do,
any time is a good time.

Son, take the donkey that
the young man gave you.

No, I’ll leave it here with you,
to help with work.

I don't need a mount.

It's for protection in
these rough backwoods.

That animal
carried Jesus.

You brought
me back to life.

Blessing, father.

May God bless
and guide you.

Blessing, mother.

God bless you.

Let my sister go!

“I have seen a cat read
and a cricket open a school.

On the wings of a rhea
a game of ball being played.

And praise sung
to a monkey.

All there is left for me to see
is a candle burning wick-less,

the river’s waters
running backward,

the sun shivering with cold
and the moon taking snuff."

What a fine buzz-fuzz!

I am mixing everybody’s
money in here.

Better yet, do you
have any food?

I have less interest
in money,

for in these parts it’s hard
to find any settlements.

And even the huts are
few and far between.

Here, blind man.

Thank you very much.

I’m on my way back to Caitite, Bahia,
for that is where I was born.

I’m heading south.

In any case, my blind friend,
by the will of God,

give my regards to all
the people of your land,

all those good people whom
I’ll never get a chance to meet!

May God be with you, my son!

With God I am and
in good terms with him!

- Good-bye.
- Good-bye!

“I have seen a cat read
and a cricket open a school.

On the wings of a rhea..."

Good day.

Good morning.

Where are all
the townsfolk, friend?

It’s the band of
Mr. Joãozinho Bem-Bem.

They're riding down to Bahia
and lodged over here.

Happy day!
Sing for me, birds!

But where are they?

Ox wandering hither and yon,
the grass is gone or about to.

You see, old brother?

Who doesn’t meet up in this world?
I am pleased to see you.

And now it is you who are in my house.
You’re going to be my guest.

Sit down, sit down.

Fetch a cup of coffee
for my kinsman!

Hello, Mr. Florsino.

Tim!

Flat-head and
Mr. Goiano.

I don’t want to impose
because I know you are in a hurry.

Nothing of sort, old brother.
We are about to leave.

But first there is
a score to be settled.

I’ll tell you about
it afterwards.

Thank you.

Eat up, old brother.

There is also
warm maté, old brother...

I’ll take that too, friend.
I’m as hungry as a herder.

What’s become
of brave Juruminho?

You remembered the name,
so you must have liked the lad.

And it had to be poor Juruminho,
one of my very best...

Shot dead,
by a treacherous shot.

Don't tell me that...

The killer ran away,
lit out...

But his family is going
to pay for everything.

Poor Juruminho!

So stouthearted
and good-looking.

I will pray for his soul...

Listen, old brother. I liked you
from the moment

that you came walking
toward me in that village.

You haven't told me about your past,
but you must've been a professional fighter.

I'm a poor sinner,
Mr. Joãozinho Bem-Bem.

Hogwash!

It’s this obsession with
praying that’s ruining you.

You are not a priest or a friar
to keep doing that, are you?

This church mummery on a frail head,
drains a brave man’s strength.

Hush, Mr. Joãozinho Bem-Bem,
my kinsman, for God may punish you.

Don’t take offense, old brother,
and let me speak.

I would like it if you
came north with me.

It is an invitation I never
extended to anyone else.

Juruminho’s weapons
are waiting for a new owner.

Let me see.

I can't.

I am very grateful,
but I can’t.

Don’t talk to me
about it any more.

I cannot force you.

But it’s a pity, nonetheless.

Who is it?

It's the killer's father.

Bring him in.

Oh, boss, who orders all.
Have mercy, Mr. Joãozinho Bem-Bem.

Have mercy on my young ones.
Don't break a poor father's heart.

Get up.

You're a powerful man,
master of others' tears.

But the Blessed Virgin will repay you
for not stomping on the ants below.

Get up, man.

Who had mercy on Juruminho,
when he was shot in the back?

Mr. Joãozinho Bem-Bem,
I beg you, for the love of your mother,

who bore you and
suckled you at her breast,

to order to kill just this old man,
who is no good for anything any more.

But not to order my poor
sons and daughters mistreated,

who are at home suffering,
sick with fear.

I cannot heed you
and I have nothing against you.

It is the rule.

Otherwise, who would obey a man who
doesn’t avenge his own, treacherously killed?

One of your two boys has to die,
either by bullet or knife.

You will choose which one will
pay for his brother’s crime.

As for the girls,
I don’t want them.

Women are not my weakness.
The girls are for my men.

Forgive us all, Mr. Joãozinho Bem-Bem.
For the body of Jesus Christ!

Shut up!

Let's get this over with!

In that case, Satan, I call upon the
strength of God to succor my weakness

against the iron of
your cursed strength.

Don’t do this,
Mr. Joãozinho Bem-Bem.

This poor man is asking you in the
name of Our Lord and Virgin Mary.

What you're about to do is something
God doesn’t order and the Devil doesn’t do.

Do you mock us,
old brother?

No, I do not.

I'm asking you as a friend,
but what I'm saying is in earnest.

Such a bold request I have
never heard nor given heed to.

I do not ask you this in my name,
or in the name of our friendship.

I beg you in the name of our sacred hour,
when we pass and settle our score.

My honor was given to me by God
and only He can take it back.

And if he ever does come,
he better be armed.

In that case...

In that case, my friend,
Mr. Joãozinho Bem-Bem, it's simple.

You will first have to
step over over my dead body.

In the name of the Father, the Son
and the Holy Ghost, amen!

Come on, you bastards,
for my turn has come!

Oh, joy of the end
of the world!

Come on,
you bastards!

Give up, old brother.
Give up!

Drop that knife.
Praise God and run, my friend.

Old brother...
now you are going to tell me

how many hand spans high
you are from heel to elbow!

Repent of your sins or you will depart
from this life without contrition,

and go straight to hell, my kinsman,
Mr. Joãozinho Bem-Bem.

I’m dead!

My people! Help my kinsman,
who's going to die first.

I'm almost gone,
old brother.

I die...

But I die at the knife of the most
honorable and bravest man I know.

This is the only way people
like me deserve to die.

I want to go as friends,
old brother.

So be it.

But now repent your sins
and die like a Christian.

So we can go together,
old brother.

Bury that body with great respect
and in consecrated ground.

For that is my kinsman,
Mr. Joãozinho Bem-Bem.

Anyone know Nhô Augusto
Esteves from Murici?

I know him!

Father?

Son...

Father...

Bless my daughter.

Wherever she may be.

Dionora...

Tell her that all
is as it should be.