OF GODS AND THE UNDEAD
Listen, people!
The Sun went crazy!
He's burning this whole place!
With the fire of sins!
Everything is getting dry and yellow!
The bone is popping out of the carcass!
Only the rich man is getting fatter.
In your hunger teeth. And in the God's body!
Here...
...only the one who marks the ground with the sandals gold keeps living.
Therefore I, Cosme, say:
The wilderness is grubby!
The Caatinga's soul is full of termites!
But when the world rotates the moon
the men already set foot there, where the Devil never went.
And I talk about what I've seen.
With my own eyes!
Down south...
...there's a place that's all green.
Rain! Woods!
The fruits being heavy in the tree!
Asking for an arm! Easy money!
And work that kills the belly's noises.
I'll handle the distance.
I'll take everyone who wants to go!
We'll take care of the rest later.
When the truth is in everyone's eyes.
How many?
A dozen.
- Only men. - I don't split families.
So take the single ones.
Half now and half later.
Deal.
- Sao Paulo? - Yeah.
And yours?
Cacao.
"...we find progressive issues..."
"...in the international financial..."
"...interests."
"They are infiltrating and spreading..."
"...inside the crucial sector of the Brazilian's economy."
"The external debt of Brazil grows from..."
"...30 millions to almost 90 millions in 1910."
"Concerning Cruelty and Clemency."
"Whether it be better to be loved than feared..."
"...or feared than loved?"
"War is just when it is necessary."
"Arms are permissible when there is no hope except in arms."
"Joao da Mata."
- "Isaias da Silva." - Look over there!
He isn't from here.
I'll shoot him.
Let him go.
Let's finish this job and take care of the other.
We have time.
That other guy won't talk bullshit to anyone, anymore.
You know...
I'm not liking the way he walks.
I'm not seeing anything strange.
He looks injured.
So I'll help him.
Don't you want easy money?
Urbano D'Agua Limpa.
Aurelio.
Valu.
Dundum.
I saw.
I want a queen.
I want a palace.
I want the engenho.
I want the sugar cane.
I want the bagasse.
I want the father.
I want the mother.
I want the son.
I want the top of the basket.
Santana, you don't have to be in the opposition's game.
And take provocations.
The Sereno's cacao doesn't worth a war.
Unfortunately my bank won't be able to help you if you do this.
Santana, think twice before making a decision.
- Colonel... - I know.
<i>Sereno!</i>
<i>This home has work for you.</i>
People can't says that Santana da Terra...
...don't gives to one of his workers' widow...
...food and shelter.
I'll pay for the funeral.
D'Agua Limpa people killed my family.
They put the house on fire and burned the plantation.
I promise revenge, Sereno.
Colonel.
I want the document that you owe my husband.
This land is mine now.
Each thing in its time and in my way.
He keeps smiling.
With seven bullets in his body, he's smiling for the Devil.
I have worked in all brothels in the world.
I've seen everything.
Stab, shot, love...
I saw people dying and killing.
But every death...
...deep inside...
...had a taste of gold.
Speak!
It didn't work, Colonel.
The credit is closed.
And the Dr. Casimiro?
He can't do it now.
The cacao value won't go up.
The Gold Coast alone...
...tripled production this year.
The price comes fixed.
It doesn't matter to the London Stock Exchange.
The monster is opening his mouth.
Venancio, we're going to win anyway.
I'll even sell it for a bargain price, but you'll have money for campaign.
If you win the city elections and war takes over Bahia...
...Santana da Terra will fall.
He's making this land a war zone.
He's taking the people's cacao and the law for himself.
And what about Naburada do Bom Jesus...
...who didn't gives you production, Urbano.
Santana da Terra also ordered to burn over there?
We give iron to iron and blood to blood.
It's on the Bible.
What's mine, Valu...
...is yours too.
And what's yours, Valu...
...is Aurelio's.
We, D'Agua Limpa...
...we are one.
And the enemy has a thousand faces.
A thousand knives.
And stabs you smiling a thousand smiles.
And what about the cacao, Colonel?
Valu...
...sell it.
I'm a man of numbers.
And I give place to the numerals.
In Brazil...
...whose southern Bahia...
...represents almost 100% of the national production...
...is the second largest exporter...
...just after the Gold Coast.
Exporting...
...62 millions...
...585 000 tons.
With the value of...
...93 millions...
...265 000 reis.
That's it.
Our main importing countries are...
...in order of value:
USA, Germany, France...
...England, Netherlands...
...and Switzerland.
These data were provided...
...by our biggest export house.
Whitaker & Sons Ltd.
Aurelio is dead.
Agua a Limpa people.
Who is the killer?
Where's Aurelio?
<i>Some called her Rosa, others called her Maria.</i>
<i>Her real name, she didn't remember it or didn't want to tell it.</i>
<i>Seven in the family...</i>
...and she was the first. They called for her!
And then she went there.
And she stayed there.
Then one day he appeared.
He worked on a small plantation and wanted a wife.
He spoke to her and she went with him.
He used her body in the woods and on the mat.
In rain and sun. Every day, every year.
She gave birth twice.
And one of them didn't make it.
The rest kept going.
They arrived on harvest time.
They took the land.
They took the cacao.
And they killed everyone.
Everyone but her.
Because you can't kill a woman.
She ran away.
Back to life.
People said her name was Rosa.
Sometimes Maria.
But the only certainty of her...
...people only knew...
...what was seen.
And what people saw...
...was scary.
What a situation!
The richest city of Bahia.
In the hands of unscrupulous men.
The poor...
The miserable...
...with no guarantee of life and property.
I wish...
...to be...
...faithfully...
...the echo of their bitter complaints!
If only there was a government that listened them.
Unfortunate people...
...who see...
...their farms being stolen!
One way or another.
And without means of defense!
They can't defend themselves...
...against...
...the extortion.
Because...
...unfortunately...
...the city government...
...the state government...
...the federal government...
...don't help them with an agricultural credit.
The opposition...
...that I'm proud to represent...
...was once in power.
And always had the support...
...of most...
...of the electorate!
Of the districts Castelo Novo and Cerqueiro do Espinho.
<i>Relentlessly defeating...</i>
<i>...the others candidates.</i>
<i>Now they decide,...</i>
<i>...taking advantage of their position of power,...</i>
<i>...to appeal to the most barbaric and inhuman...</i>
<i>...processes...</i>
<i>...to shatter our work!</i>
<i>In the worst political banditry!</i>
<i>They put the community in danger!</i>
<i>Also the cacao industry and its social structure.</i>
But the people,...
...the grand jury,...
...with all their wisdom...
...and with their freedom guaranteed by the secret ballot...
...they will know to decide...
...making justice!
We will win!
I don't have a name.
It doesn't matter.
I ventured around the world.
Which also isn't enough.
In the cabal of seven I took the bullets now.
And I still keep one under my flesh.
Not by my will or by God's.
But by the will of the strongest.
Who owns the fire and the flour.
To one who brings his bare hands made of iron and blood...
...the ideas get lost into the sound of the words of protest.
I was shot seven times.
Seven Times is now my name.
Until my last memory.
Through seven ways I will reach my fate,
that I don't accept and don't deny.
From miseries I swallowed the mud.
The manure. The urine.
I mean...
I kept the body.
I kept the body and the mind as an immaculate thing.
Enough!
From my ten fingers I will make other paths of victory.
The powerful ones gave me tattoos of blood...
...the are the bells of my flag.
I don't want to know why.
If blood is the law...
...and gold is the game...
...I'll get answer in the blood and gold.
Why?
What you have to do with all this? What you doing here?
Stop smiling! Why did you call me?
Do you have cacao? No!
Land? No! Family? No!
- A name? - Seven Times.
I have nothing to do with this world!
This land isn't mine anymore!
I already wanted to leave!
Now I'll leave for sure!
And what about Aurelio D'Agua Limpa?
My brother chose the path he wanted.
I chose mine. A different one.
Do you know Santana da Terra, Valeriano D'Agua Limpa?
I know this house!
- Do you know Santana? - My father's house!
Do you know Santana da Terra?
Do you know Santana da Terra?
Do you know Santana da Terra?
Do you know Santana da Terra?
Do you know Santana da Terra?
- Do you know Santana da Terra? - Everybody knows him!
- Do you know him? - What do you want?
I want the King.
I want the Queen.
I want the palace. I want the father.
I want the mother.
- I want the son. - You're crazy!
I want the sugar cane. I want the engenho.
I want the bagasse.
Do you know Santana da Terra?
I have nothing to do with these fights!
With theses campaigns! With these killings!
- I don't want blood! - So run away, Valu!
Run away!
Seven histories!
Seven flowers!
- Stop! - Seven sins!
Run away!
Stop!
<i>Seven heads!</i>
<i>Seven animals!</i>
<i>Seven knives!</i>
<i>Run away!</i>
Run away, Valu!
Seven moons.
Seven bullets.
Seven wounds!
Seven keys! Seven wars!
Where are you?
Where are you?
I don't know how to kill.
You're beautiful, Valu.
Seven closed paths.
Santana da Terra.
Santana da Terra.
Santana da Terra.
<i>It's all inside here. There's nothing out there.</i>
Only the sky...
The woods, dead people and some people I saw.
It's all inside here.
Spinning and walking.
Screaming!
One day I'll give birth to all this!
One day all this chaos will come out!
I'll let out the pus. The spit. The snot!
I'll give birth to all bad things!
It's all inside here!
The arms. The faces.
The entrails!
All alive!
Moving and walking.
Like a thing and like a person.
I'll give birth to poisons and leprosy.
Speeches that gnaw rust...
...bone and wood.
I'll give birth to big knives, hot bullets and gunpowder!
I'll give birth to a snake as big as me.
And I'll put out blood.
And more blood.
Always blood!
Endless blood!
Until everything is blood and blood is everything!
Until the Sun sleeps.
Until the Moon sleeps.
Until the forest sleeps.
Until the men sleep.
Until the time sleeps.
<i>I'll give birth!</i>
I'll give birth!
I'll give birth!
Until everything's rotten!
Until everything's poison!
Until everything kills everything!
Until dirt becomes dirtier!
Until it kills life!
Until even death don't have time and place in this world!
No smell!
No death!
Santana!
Santana!
Yesterday was Aurelio in a cacao field.
Today, Valu.
In a revenge field.
We lost so many Agua a Limpa people.
Many times I wanted to ask my gun:
the secret of eternity.
Now I'll!
Before dawn brings my dead body.
I, Urbano, will kill you Santana da Terra.
Venancio.
The forest is war.
I learned from my father.
Who is now dead in his past.
And in the piss on his new childhood.
And after listening all my life.
In each new bloom and new fruit.
In each new burning.
In each planting.
Each pruning. Each harvest.
Each fever.
The Santana da Terra people ripped the woods.
And they brought the present.
It's fair.
It's written in the scriptures.
A sign of alliance between man and earth.
But it's also written:
There are paths...
...that seem to be made for men.
But...
...they are paths for the death.
The D'Agua Limpa people will rip the future!
Killing those who kill with knife, promise or bank.
Venancio.
We will only breathe...
...when we make the cacao price.
Not the English people.
They increased the price.
And we planted all this green horizon.
<i>Now...</i>
<i>...they want to drown us in our own cacao.</i>
<i>In our own money.</i>
<i>Win the elections, Venancio!</i>
<i>And make new laws only to Santana da Terra people.</i>
<i>And their allies.</i>
<i>Or we kill ourselves...</i>
<i>...or they will be the cause of our death.</i>
And the death of Brazil.
When the rooster crows...
...he won't announce a new day.
But...
...a war.
A new war.
Life isn't all about the days.
The night.
The waits.
The man's fate is to write the greatness...
...inside the circle drawn by the Gods.
The infinity is stingy since he had born.
Only the death moment
Listen!
The Gods are angry!
Of its laws we know just punishment.
There are no paths of death or suffering.
But there's doubt.
You helped, man!
But from each stab in the body of Valeriano D'Agua Limpa...
...more blood flowed inside me...
...more than in his body.
You helped me, man!
That's enough for me.
I don't ask who are you and where you from.
Either what you want.
Because you are my guest.
Maybe because I know the answers.
What has been written, the man's hand can't change it.
Because he belongs to the demons.
To its infinite faces and voices.
To its procession of silences and shadows.
Urbano will attack!
D'Agua Limpa people want to rise a new empire inside my empire.
But to rise an empire...
But to rise an empire...
...you need to have yours roots deep inside the stain of times and blood.
And time and blood doesn't suddenly creates themselves.
Not even to destroy.
The danger has other colors and other cries.
Even it brings the same red and the same yellow.
In the D'Agua Limpa people's river.
I'm not into politics.
I just buy and export.
Before me was my dad.
After me my son.
Now it's me.
Nothing more.
The federal intervention...
...is inevitable.
Politicians have gone too far.
Elections have lost their meaning.
The local economy is in a panic.
I'm just asking you do your duty as a politician.
And give an ultimatum to D'Agua Limpa people.
Isn't an advice.
Either a threat.
You know better than anyone.
Law without force is an abstraction.
The duty of a leader is to win.
The place for Urbano and Santana da Terra people...
...is being created in this square.
The victory goes through this room.
You can and should choose.
Far from me, Dr. Venancio,...
...heroism pushes man towards death.
<i>Blood gives words a different taste!</i>
And I speak in the middle of death's blood!
I killed them and they killed me!
But I didn't make this fight a personal war.
Although it brings my body inside it!
And the mangled bodies of my dead.
This fight is bigger and sadder, Santana da Terra!
Now I see...
You are my mirror and I'm your reflection.
We are equal in hunger and violence.
We chose the same fragile paths of personal dialogue.
It's more indecisive.
From paid force.
I'm the last of my family.
Father.
Son.
Brother. Vasco and Valu.
Aurelio!
Nho!
Brothers in thirsty.
In the legs length.
The same swollen belly. The same imperious nostrils.
Of cacao and power.
I look around.
I don't see anything else.
No dead people.
No land.
No world.
I only see your face in the ground.
Your rounded eyes.
Like a mouse's eyes.
My suffered wrinkles of a liar.
Kills!
And orders to kill!
To the sound of irons and flags.
Santana da Terra.
We have to die.
I'm going to kill you!
<i>Santana! Urbano won!</i>
<i>Death bites the woods!</i>
Listen, man.
Doubt remains within me.
Your tongue poisons.
Your eyes burn.
Your hands kill.
I've seen so many people like that and I never found it odd.
But all of them had a past.
And wanted a future.
You didn't.
Every gesture stops in wickedness.
And in the pleasure.
And it's not human.
The death you announce...
...don't scare me.
Although your face is scared.
Because in my blood...
...run the achievements...
...planted by my grandparents.
I was born with a taste of earth in the milk.
And at the hour of my perdition...
...I'll take that taste with me as a choice.
And as a cerement.
The empire we built...
...with fire and will power...
...is too big...
...defeat...
...don't exists within.
Everybody knows.
Even Urbano who arises.
In my blood...
I sing about stories of destruction.
Urbano can't destroy me.
<i>I can.</i>
You can.
But the empire's roots...
...are too strong and deep...
...to being cut...
...with just one hit.
It's a web that resists fire and poison.
You can.
But only the man...
...from Jura's womb...
...now infertile...
Another will come.
And life goes on.
From Santana to Santana.
Like always.
The man that I'm...
...no longer matters.
The man that will come...
...matters.
He will always be a Santana da Terra.
Even if he changes his name.
Even if he kills and loots!
Steals or cries!
Because the empire is stronger than man.
And will make him...
...his man!
Seven deaths, Santana da Terra.
Stop, Sereno!
You killed him.
I know.
You kill the body but then he lives inside you.
I kill what they are.
Now I say my name is Sereno.
Sereno is my body.
I killed Aurelio and Santana. I'll kill others.
Look at my face and try to forget it.
You can't because it will change.
I loved Santana da Terra, but I already forgot it.
But he was a good man.
But I've learned in this life that we must separate the good that helps us...
...from the evil that steals us.
I was a woman of many worlds and characters.
But I stopped in Soledad.
Santana's lover and Jura's stepmother.
- And I'll kill you like the Sun! - For you!
For the black clothing that covers your body.
For your warm voice.
For the sharp words like steel.
For your pleasure preserved in the flesh.
For your hate.
It doesn't fit in your beautiful eyes.
I killed Santana to give you your widowhood as a gift.
For you, Sol!
To get you out of your widowhood as a free lover.
To have you, like a woman, in your widowhood.
Not like a servant.
For you to be mine.
Like a Queen in your widowhood.
Not like a mistress. Kill, Sol!
I give you the same knife and the same reason.
And now I give you my body! Kill and it will destroy you!
Kill, Sol!
Kill and Urbano will dominate you!
Kill, Sol!
Kill and in your throne you will rot.
In the teeth of hungry dogs.
Kill, Sol.
- No. - Kill!
You went too far with you gesture and your hate.
- Now you have to kill me. - No!
Look, Sol.
Look at my blood.
At my wounds.
My mud.
It's all yours.
I offer you all I am.
Not my life that is worthless.
But my urge to kill that is priceless.
Sol, I'm part of your widowhood.
I'm part of your body.
I'm part of your pleasure.
I'm part of the same empire.
The one we didn't build...
...but we conquered it!
Santana da Terra!
Santana!
Santana!
Santana's dead!
Because my hands have failed me.
Because my voice didn't turn you in to the law and revenge.
Because my body felt pleasure with your blood and mud.
I obey you.
And I do your will.
You'll be owner of everything that has the Santana da Terra mark.
I give you Jura.
His only daughter and heiress.
From my remains I tell you:
I'm your easiest conquest.
Your easiest victim.
Your unbeatable ally and enemy.
With my back turned to the death, now I say:
I didn't know what I was looking for.
Now I already know who I am.
I'm Santana. I'm Urbano.
I'm Sol and I'm Valu.
I'm Jura and Sereno.
I travelled with death.
And I stayed inside death.
I had smooth skin.
Bright eyes.
The gestures of losers and outcasts.
But I opened my mouth for anger and hunger!
And I opened my hands to fight.
But alone...
...already dead like a God.
I stepped in dirty.
In flattery. In intrigue.
And with no sorry for neither the others nor myself.
I covered the corridors with bodies.
Where I stepped I did hurt the soil.
I gangrened the landscape with my putridity.
And from putridity I became magnificent.
Now I'm and I accept it!
The crop was sold in advance.
These documents...
...prove the right of my English buyers...
...over the lands.
I'm the King!
I'm the palace!
I'm the Queen!
I'm the sugar cane!
I'm the engenho! I'm the bagasse!
Seven times injured.
Now I'm a monster with open wounds.
On the top of my paths.
With the scepter in my hand!
Santana knew what I am!
Even if you kill me...
...man...
...you wouldn't destroy the head.
That's off my body.
Cacao is gold.
And gold is the law.
The fights left Santana's Empire empty.
You, man, are owner of an Empire.
A empty Empire.
Within a bigger Empire.
<i>A cannon arrived at the city port</i>
<i>Within a gunboat</i>
<i>There's a quiet captain</i>
<i>A helpless sadness</i>
<i>God save your arrival</i>
<i>God</i>
<i>Save your prettiness</i>
<i>A cannon arrived at the city port</i>
<i>Suddenly it killed all things</i>
<i>The captain sits besides the table</i>
<i>With his hunger and sadness</i>
<i>God save the queen</i>
<i>God</i>
<i>Save the English flag</i>
<i>My life and my luck</i>
<i>On a silver platter</i>
<i>I would give to the attentive court</i>
<i>Attentive with the cacao of this forest</i>
<i>All the cacao of this forest</i>
<i>I would give to the court's Queen</i>
<i>On a silver platter</i>
<i>To see the captain smile</i>
<i>The gunboat departed</i>
<i>With its gunpowder and cannon</i>
<i>Basement and full belly</i>
<i>The captain left sadder</i>
<i>Taking with him cacao and blood</i>
<i>God save the queen</i>
<i>God</i>
<i>God save the hunger he had</i>
<i>God save the queen</i>
<i>God save the hunger he had</i>
<i>God save the queen</i>
<i>God save the hunger he had</i>
<i>God save the hunger he had</i>
<i>God save the hunger he had</i>
<i>God save the hunger he had</i>
<i>God save the hunger he had</i>
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