Avaeté - Semente da Vingança (1985) Movie Script

AVAETÉ

.

AVAETÉ

THE SEED OF REVENGE

The best cut is

always for the cook.

Try?

Ok, then. Hunger

knows no taste.

There are pacas in

the area. (game rodent)

But poaia plants?

(ipecac regurgitative plant)

Not a chance!

Did you find what you

wanted? Or waste time.

Stop yammering! We have work

to do tomorrow so shut up.

~(Tells of the giant Eagle.)

Drop the kits there.

Go get the one over there.

I've never heard that to search for plants

in the bush you need machine guns.

This is also not the

right area for poaia.

There are cards on the table.

If you're not gonna play I'll put

your head on the table tomorrow.

You're the fucking house

cook and a drunkard.

You've never seen so much

money as you'll earn here.

I brought you in.

Don't fuck with me.

Keep them loaded.

You're right. We're not

here to pick poaia.

Shit!

These weapons

are weapons of war.

Yeah!

As soon as I can,

I'll get out of here.

You know the country well.

-Are you coming with me?

- You're out of your mind.

I'm not leaving this white

hair without my money.

~ Its sweet.

Idiot! I spent 20 years at sea. It's

not a river that's going to scare me.

You have 3 seconds to make up your

mind. You're crazy to stay here.

One...

Two.

The Indians have centered

around the sugar in the village.

Hurry! Let loose

the loads now!

We are going to

slaughter Indians.

Have you ever killed

Indians? Huh?

It's nice, you'll see.

The bullet pierces better

the smooth skin of the savages.

But killing white people,

do you know, asshole?

You're scared, aren't you?

Are you scared?

You can always

turn yourself in.

A word to the Marabá police

and you end up in jail, you bastard.

There is the one who commands,

and the one who obeys.

And you, you're going

to do anything I want.

I would have preferred

being on the plane.

Yeah. There's

nothing to do here.

The witnesses are all in hell.

Isn't that right, Ramiro?

You should

be more excited.

No civilized man

has trod this ground.

We are the conquerors.

And you're just a coward!

Sinfrônio, Gringo,

go after them!

Shit! Let go of me. Let loose!

Let loose! Let go of me!

Let loose you filthy bastard.

It's your turn, my friend.

Take this! Right now!

Shoot! Shoot him!

Shoot!

Shoot or I'll kill you!

I mean it!

He's running you idiot. Shoot!

He's going to get away!

Want to?

No thanks. The problem

is the whore might survive.

So how do you

want to do this?

What a bunch of losers.

You guys think you are

a pack of studs, huh?

How do you figure that?

You let that motherfucker escape. If

he talks, he's dead. You too, got it?

Once in the city

you'll have your money.

Then we'll split up and you

forget everything, understand?

In the city? Nothing doing.

You promised

to pay us here.

And you will pay us here.

I'm going straight home,

and with this money.

What are you doing?

You're crazy!

Stop it, kid! Stop it!

It's over. Stop it,

you understand?

You're not big. But you're

still damned heavy, kid.

Don't fall into the pot.

If you piss me off,

I'm pissing in the beans.

- You won't do it...

- We'll see about that.

...Oh, piss on the drunkard.

One of these days...

I'll really piss.

You'll see,

you motherfuckers.

Oceans worth!

♪...When she breaks

on the beach

♪...It's beautiful...

♪...Sea...

I don't know how you

do it, to love this shit.

And the little Indian,

he's not talking?

It's been a hell of a long

time that you've been here,

and I never have heard

a word from him.

That's because he

has nothing to say.

If you don't want to

talk, never mind!

Too bad for you.

It's horrible,

what happened.

But it's been more

than two years, damn it!

Ava.

I'm the only person that

you have in the world.

If you don't want

to talk to me,

to me!

who are you

going to talk to?

Who are you going

to talk to, Ava?

Why don't you damn

well leave, then?

I'll find another

kitchen helper.

The more time passes, the more

my boy moves away from me.

I've had enough

of this jungle.

-How're you doing, boss.?

-I'm doing fine.

And the timber,

how does it look?

-As you ordered.

-Good.

-And how are you?-

All is good, thanks.

Hello, Tião.

Is everything all right?

The wood is ready.

Let's go, cabin boy. The

ship is sinking, come on.

I know it won't change anything,

but that's the way it is.

He's waking up, Mr. Gão.

You were talking

in your sleep.

Are you a friend

of the white head?

I love that guy.

He's always helped me.

He's a great man.

I bought this boat with

the money he lent me.

You've seen him before?

-Yeah, I..

-Yeah?

I saw him once, a

very long time ago.

I had the impression that you

had already worked with him.

What's your name?

Ramiro.

Toca,

tell Mr. Ramiro

the time when...

you got lost in the jungle

with all those monkeys.

There were more

than 200 of them.

Everything was all

foggy and misty.

They shit on their hands

and threw the shit in my face.

There was shit everywhere.

Shit all over the place.

So, how do you

like that, Mr. Ramiro?

Shit all around.

=Good day to you!

This time, I haven't

forgotten you, Mr. Maruin.

I brought back the tobacco

you asked me for.

Oh, thanks.

- What about the ammunition?

- On the way.

I've got it here.

These are hard to find.

It is very sought after.

You know how it is.

These things are

prohibited to sell.

This time, I couldn't

even get 7 liters of gas.

You brought me back only a

few skins, and they aren't great.

Fawns are rare.

And the jungle

is moving away.

Hide it for me.

You dirty thief!

♪ ~In your hand,

in your hand,

♪ ~Ava the bird

- That's you?

♪ ~(Ava's song)

You know what this is,

little Indian shit?

Do you know what

'sour grapes' is?

You don't know anything

about it at all.

Discover the world,

have beautiful clothes,

eating succulent meat,

have soft skin...

Whiskey!

I've had it all before.

One day,

I stole a bottle of whiskey

in the admiral's cabin.

I drank it ass dry.

Glug, glug, glug.

Ass dry.

It goes down better

than an ice cream.

Have you eaten that yet?

Speak, for God's sake!

No. Of course you've

never had ice cream.

You only know how to eat

mosquitoes and lice.

So, explain to me.

Why I stayed in this

damn jungle for so long,

to kill a handful of people

who eat mosquitos and lice?

Want a snack

just pick some lice.

What am I going

to do with you?

Why don't you leave?

Get the hell out of my way!

Come on, go away! Go away!

Get the hell out of my way!

Avaeté!

Avaeté

This recorded chant

comes from a tribe of Indians

which no longer exists.

They're all dead.

Some from the diseases

that we passed on to them,

a good number murdered,

and the rest have

mixed with us.

I'd like to talk to

you about it.

How many of you

have had land

from which you've

been removed?

I would like to

listen to your story.

Who wants to talk?

No one wants to

take the floor?

Since no one wants to,

I'm going to do it myself.

I know there's a company

who wants to

invade your land.

And they say...

..they'll relocate everyone.

It's always how it

starts. With promises.

And then, they're

killing one of you.

Then they burn down a house,

then destroy everything.

Why did you come back,

for God's sake?

You don't know that I

killed your whole tribe?

You don't exist anymore.

Just don't exist anymore!

You would have done better

to stay in the jungle.

Your place is over there.

It's not enough shit to

have bad dreams all night.

I also have to look

at you all day.

You belong in the jungle.

And I'm going to the city.

Not to the city.

To the sea.

♪ Sea

♪ When she breaks

on the beach

♪ It's beautiful,

it's beautiful.

What did you feel

when you saw a white

man for the first time?

The white man has hair

like that of the monkey,

and he nods

like a turtle.

I'm a wretch, cabin boy.

Miserable.

I don't know anything.

Absolutely nothing.

You can't stay

with me, cabin boy.

Or you'll become like me.

I can't even read.

You still have

that shit used to...

record what we say?

-Can I confess? I want to talk.

-Calm down.

- I want to unburden myself, Father.

- Relax. Calm down!

Father, Father I saw...

I saw, Father...

I saw with these two eyes,

as I am looking at you...

Father, I saw...

What?

I saw a woman

be hacked in half, Father,

like a side of beef.

Like a side of beef, Father.

A side of beef!

And the blood was spurting

all around, Father.

=The blood was spurting from

everywhere, Father.

=They killed everyone!

I saw it all.

That's what happened.

No one survived.

You have to

understand, my son,

that this is not

a confession.

It's an accusation.

It must be hunger.

Let's go eat.

Mr. President,

ladies and gentlemen.

I can finally share,

to the knowledge of all,

the story of the massacre of the

Avaeté Indians, from Mato Grosso.

The charge was handed

to me by Father Bruno,

from the parish

of Fontanilha.

The father recorded

testimony

of one of the participants

in the massacre.

Remorse drove him to come and

confess to the parish priest.

If you will allow me,

I'm going to play this recording

for the assembly to hear.

This tape was recorded

by me, Father Bruno,

on October 12, 19...

Ava and Father

Bruno, friends.

Yeah...Yeah.

Good friends.

Until he finds out that you steal

in the middle of the night.

These Church people

eat too much anyway.

Ava and Ramiro, friends.

Why Ramiro doesn't live

with me and Father Bruno?

I'm going to stay hidden here

having a good time, cabin boy.

Because if they catch

me, I'm screwed.

- Crocodile...

- Crocodile.

~ Kiyah (Avaeté) .

~ Kiyah.

- Bird...

- Bird.

~ Tiha.

- Earth...

- Earth

~ Vaima.

- Um, Monkey...

- Yes. Monkey.

~Tikira

- People.

-Yes?

~Eave.

- Uh huh.

- Sun...

- Sun.

~ Yadé.

My hand,

~chamé.

My Hand,

~chamé

-Your hand,

-I understand.

~cumé.

Ava...

are you afraid of dying?

No.

I'm scared.

I know I shouldn't be,

but sometimes I feel

weak, and I'm afraid.

I pray to God that he will give

me the courage to carry this.

But sometimes I falter.

But a burden our hands,

~Tamé (share).

~Tamé

How beautiful it is!

When is the baptism?

Sunday, at the river,

down the street.

I want a nice party

for the whole parish.

I want a cake, decorations,

and an accordionist.

- All right?

- Yes.

See you on Sunday, then.

-On Sunday.

-Good.

= Goodbye.

Father Bruno?

I'm Clara Mendes.

I brought you a

letter from Germany.

My co-worker.

I'm back in Brazil, Father

Bruno after years abroad.

I'm doing a job for the

Miseria Nostra Foundation

about the works

of religious people.

- Come inside.

- It's an interesting job.

I'm doing some research

about your efforts.

Your work is

very important.

This must be known abroad.

At least in Germany.

Ava.

This woman was sent to me.

She has to do a report

about our work.

The solution must

come from you.

Me, I think that we have

to occupy the ground,

and plant, as

much as possible.

The virgin lands

are easier to steal.

Father, we can't move on. We

don't have any refuge anymore.

I'm tired of running away.

You know me well,

isn't that right?

You know which side I'm on.

Is there another

solution? Any solution?

There must be one.

This is our last hope.

If they face the

owner of the company,

they'll be massacred .

Like your people.

Come. Come on, quick!

Father, what massacre

are you talking about?

Ava is the only survivor

from the tribe of the Avaeté.

They were slaughtered with

machine guns and dynamite.

Who did this?

Why do they need so

much land to live on?

Ava, for the rich man, the

land is not used to live on.

Police station

- Mr. Cardozo?

- Yes.

We are at your disposal,

though we have few means.

But if we can help you..

We will surely need two

machine guns, with ammo.

We'll see about that later.

For the moment, this case

needs absolute discretion.

He's hard to find. Do

you hear, white head?

Elias, Gão. My name is Elias.

Yeah. It damn

sure is Mr. Elias.

He must have found

a good hiding place.

I know all these nooks and

crannies better than anyone.

I threw a lot of

dogs at his heels.

But so far, nothing.

And the priest?

The Father. There are people you can

trust who watch him, even at night.

And I guarantee you that

Ramiro is not around.

You pressing your luck

in the lottery, Mr. Elias?

Open your eyes, Gão.

Do your job.

You can count on us, Mr.

Elias. We'll take care of it.

Toca! Toca!!!

Once upon a time, the

Avaeté were small and weak.

Then, a giant

eagle appeared.

He threatened

all the Avaeté.

He had huge claws

thick as tree trunks,

a neck that reminded you

of a tapir, (pig-like mammal)

and wings bigger

than a banana leaf.

One day, the giant eagle

ate an elder's aunt.

The sister of his father.

The elder, a father,

took his two sons,

and planted his

children in the river,

heads just

above the water,

and there they grow up

to become tough to avenge

the death of their relative.

Every 5 days, their mother brought

cassava bread for them to eat. (local root)

The other Indians must

have known nothing.

When they became men,

their father let them out.

They returned to the village

with their parents.

Everyone was afraid

of such great men,

such as no one

had ever heard of.

The father built

a huge house,

made of buriti wood.

(large local Palm)

for them to live there.

Their father spoke to

them of the giant eagle

who had devoured

their aunt.

The two young people left

in search of the eagle

to avenge the

death of their aunt.

And where did it go,

that giant eagle?

Nice Jeep!

What's your name?

Clara.

Miss Clara.

You are a friend of the

parish priest, Miss Clara?

He gave me an appointment.

He was supposed to arrive today.

We are booked

in the same hotel?

Surely. There is only one.

Are you a friend

of the Father's?

You're very nosy, Miss.

That's my job.

You don't have to answer.

You too,

you're curious.

Yeah, well.

It's coming up.

Hey. Stop.

That's the place.

We've arrived.

Thanks. I really

appreciate it.

Sickle, an axe...

-I hope these help.

-Thanks. Just what we needed.

You're welcome. Now

you can get started.

Father, two men

are looking for you.

Dad said to tell you that

they must be policemen.

But in a moment,

glory, commitment...

Turn that shit

off, Gambeta!

Excuse me for coming

to your home like this.

But I have to talk to

you privately, you see.

Ava works here with

me. He's staying.

Wait a moment.

My name is José Ribamar.

I'm an Inspector with

the federal police.

I've been collecting

testimonials

about the case

you denounced,

the massacre of the Indians

on the eleventh parallel.

It's been so long already.

I thought that the

case was forgotten.

That's not my accusation.

I just sent

the recording.

It's exactly that I want

to talk to you about.

I need to hear it from

this Ramiro da Silva.

You need to look

higher than Ramiro.

See who's at the top.

Do you know Ramiro?

Do you know where he is?

We all know him.

But we don't

know where he is.

Oh, but Father,

surely other people have

knowledge of the investigation.

And as you know, Ramiro

must also interest them.

You're not protecting anyone

by not telling me where he is.

On the contrary. I'd

better find him first.

I really don't know

where he is.

All right.

I'm at the hotel.

If you change your mind,

if you want to talk to me,

you know where to find me.

Father,

I would like to interview

you about the massacre.

No.

Can I have a letter of reference

for the Bishop of São Pedro?

Of course. Of course.

I think we should

stay here for a while.

The house and land

are abandoned.

Soon the rainy season

will get started.

In this state, the house

can't protect us.

Tomorrow I'll go up on the roof

and change the broken tiles.

You don't really care

about the house.

It's the police who

you are worried about.

No man can ever

escape his fate.

Ava does not follow the

customs of his people.

Ava can't seem to

be a white guy.

Ava couldn't avenge his people,

but he must help his friend.

Ramiro is my friend.

I know where he is.

Father Bruno, you

know I know.

You never asked.

But you know I know.

Ava,

you have taught me

more than I taught you.

But I think you have to stay

away from all this history.

Your people have already

suffered too much.

Good morning.

Mr. Ribamar,

I'm making a documentary

about the beauty of the region.

Now I'm going to São Pedro.

On my return, I'd

like to interview you.

Is it possible or not?

To talk about what?

I don't have anything

to tell you, young lady.

We could talk about

problems of the region.

I'm not from the area.

Clara!

I'm going to load up

the Jeep all alone?

Oh, my God.

Always in a bad mood!

I'm leaving for São Pedro.

When I get back, we'll talk.

Yes, Mr. Ribamar?

- Shall we go?

- Are you used to walking?

It's a long way.

That's what I came for.

You can unpack

everything again.

Shit.

We're staying here.

I think they found Ramiro.

Good... good...

I brought the man back

that I told you about.

So, officer.

You want me to talk?

I don't just

want you to talk.

I also want you

to come with me.

Quite a few people want to

know what you have to say.

You must stay

in a safe place.

The only safe place

for me, officer,

is the upper deck of

the flagship, Tamandaré.

I spent 20 years

on that raft.

Do I have to get into this?

You have no choice, Ramiro.

It's not just a story

about a massacre.

And you well know it.

Okay. There were

6 men, Inspector.

They told me we were

there to collect poaia.

And finally it happened,

this awful thing.

You've already said that.

I want to know who was in

command, who gave the orders.

That's what I'm

interested in.

I'm on your side.

The leader had white hair,

Inspector. He was running things.

But Machado, the owner of

the company, gave the orders.

Mr. President,

I ask you to subpoena

Mr. Antonio Machado

owner of "Machado

and Brothers",

for him to appear

as the main author

of the "12th day Massacre"

of the Avaeté Indians...

Wait here a moment.

Ok, Gambeta. Stay

posted and be vigilant.

STOP

Entry prohibited.

Hey!

Your friend is smart. He

turns around to leave.

Why aren't you

going with him?

No buses pass here.

Only the guests of Mr.

Machado are welcome.

Ah, isn't he here?

He's in Brasilia

on business.

He's flying back next week,

for the meeting with

the mayors of the region.

There will be

governors of states,

and Ministers...

Yes, I'm told.

I'm also told that

you were piloting.

That's none of

your business.

And the massacre of

Indians, is that my business?

If you want to

play with fire.

You know I can

stop at any time.

It's better to cooperate.

There is no immunity for anyone.

Let's stop here.

Otherwise, it will end badly.

Take it easy, man.

I'm not interested in you.

It's Machado

I want to see.

Do this..

Give this letter

to your boss,

he knows exactly

what it's all about.

Listen.

Mr. Machado got rid of

of all the region's

communists.

I'll ask him to

take a ride south...

The first wave against the

bastard. We're closing in.

I'm not going.

I'm not going,

do you understand?

I didn't make you the

Commissioner for nothing.

Machado, It's not me.

This is the Inspector

that I told you about.

Then stop him! Buy him!

They can't make

me appear. Me!

But this Inspector is

incorruptible, Machado.

All right.

I get it.

This is not a job for you.

All of a sudden, I saw

all Avaeté, Father Bruno.

All Avaeté

were born again,

in another place.

But still on the

bank of a river.

They were all having fun

as they always did.

They had garb made of coot and

genipa (feathers and fronds)

covering their

whole body.

On their head,

and their chest.

But for it to happen,

Ava must follow the

customs of his tribe,

just as his father did.

Ava must avenge his

people, like they ask.

If Ava respects the

customs of his people,

then he will be able to be

reborn stronger, like the moon

who dies and comes back

even more sparkling.

But Ava has not yet

respected the customs.

Ava has an Indian face.

He can't have the

face of a white man.

Ava's face is

an Indian's face.

Ava has no face like a

white man, Father Bruno.

Ava doesn't have

a white face.

Deputy Marcelo Palmeira

dies in an accident.

Since you're so curious,

I'll tell you what I was

doing in the damn bush.

I was acting like a sucker, like

a sucker! That's what I was doing.

Yeah!

I'm not part of the game.

I'm not one of them.

- Were you in charge of the prisoner?

- I was doing my job!

Where are you going?

I'm following orders. The last one

is to get the fuck out of here.

Don't go. What did

Ramiro tell you?

What did Ramiro say to you?

You mustn't go.

You have to stop the

murderer of Father Bruno.

You still have a lot to

learn, you little ignoramus.

I don't have anything to

learn. You're a coward.

You bet your ass, yes!

I'm just an employee.

There are people high up.

You said it yourself.

Where is Ramiro?

Where is Ramiro?!

Your friend Ramiro's been

declared crazy. He's in São Paulo.

And you best take care

of yourself. Get it?

Let's go, Gambeta!

..we'll put them face to face.

I'll phone in.

Yeah. Go ahead.

She'll make a call.

These tags to

claim our baggage,

and then we'll be on

our way. Come on.

Clara, Clara!

Ava is missing.

-Oh, my God.

-Come! Come!

Let's find him!

- So, did you find him?

- No.

We've been looking

everywhere, all over the place.

We even went to the morgue.

Not the slightest trace.

Maybe he's looking

for his friend.

I haven't got a clue.

You have to postpone

this TV interview.

What innocence!

These years abroad have

propelled you to another world.

Bárbara, isn't

it newsworthy?

The massacre of a tribe,

the murder of

a parish priest,

and the curious

death of a Deputy.

At that time, we already put

the massacre on the news.

And there's no proof the

Deputy's death wasn't accidental.

And the priest who dies, I don't know

where, over a dispute between peasants.

Are you sure you want to connect

everything and accuse Machado?

Bárbara, you must give

me this TV interview.

You know it

better than I do.

In this country, what is not

mentioned on TV did not happen.

Let's see if you

are hearing me.

I understand your reasoning.

I understand completely.

But you're taking

on a guy...Shit.

It's not just anyone.

It's the Kingmaker himself.

He has immense

power in this country.

You're in another world.

In another world?

It's all of you

who are asleep.

Wait just a

minute, Mr. Indian.

Hey, Indian! Mr. Indian!

Indian! Come here!

Indian wants a man-stick

If you don't give him the

stick, he'll try to take it.

Gibberish

Come here. Indian wants a man-stick

If you don't give it to him...

- Yes, please?

- I'm here to speak with Mr. Machado.

One moment, please.

We are living in the era of the

supermarket and not the general store.

Responsibility

for land use

belongs to industry, associated

with international capital.

- Okay with you?

- Just fine. Continue.

Please excuse me.

I'm not a good speaker.

Have you ever had any

problems with a tribe of Indians?

Our nation has

a great destiny.

A handful of primitives won't be the

brake on the progress of this country

We will be the

new world power.

And you're talking

to me about Indians!

What do you have to tell us

about the 'Committee of Inquiry'?

Cut the camera!

Mr. Elias will see you out.

You'll excuse me, please.

You are never alone.

Nelinho. Come on with

me, let's have lunch.

I'm a carnation.

I'm not a rose.

♪ ~In your hand,

in your hand...

♪ ~Ava the bird,

Ava the bird.

♪ ~Ava the bird.

♪ ~In your hand,

in your hand...

♪ ~Ava the bird,

Ava the bird.

Ava? Ava!

Aren't you an

Indian killer?

There you are,

glued to him.

Are we killing

this one too?

You're funny with

shoes, cabin boy.

Gentlemen,

ladies...

Andorinha, go ahead,

you're the politician.

Today,

thanks to the immense civic and

patriotic spirit from his Excellency,

we have finally started

the definitive reclamation

of our dear Amazon,

this region so

tried and forgotten.

Ava.

If you don't talk,

you'll be lost.

And so will we all be lost.

Ava is of the Avaeté Indians.

White people

talk too much.

And they know even less.

I have nothing to say.

And you, Ramiro, do you

want to say something?

I'm not crazy, young lady.

If they killed

a parish priest

who had nothing to do

with the massacre,

what will happen to me?

Me, a sailor screwed

up and trashed. No.

No, no. I did not participate

in any massacre, no.

Ramiro,

just tell us what you have

already said to the police.

They can't do anything for

you, but maybe I can.

I never said anything

to the police.

You have nothing to

lose. I'm your friend.

Have faith in me.

Please, Ramiro, speak up!

Don't kid yourself.

It's easy for you

to film me here.

But I wish you'd

see it from my place.

Speak up, Ramiro.

Talk, damn it!

Ava, talk.

Speak up, Ava.

Tell us.

Ramiro, speak up.

Speak up, please.

It will unburden you.

Speak!

I'm an insane sailor.

That's the way it is.

This man's lawyers...

had me committed.

Delusional sailor.

I care about my skin, ma'am.

Clara! Please.

OK. Psychiatric hospital.

This here is Ramiro.

Accused of being

the one in charge

of the massacre of the Avaeté

Indians in Mato Grosso.

This here is Ava,

the only survivor.

Me, Clara Mendes,

journalist,

I'm accusing

Antonio Machado

of being the author of the

massacre of the Avaeté Indians,

and for having

ordered the murder

of Father Bruno

Schiafino,

as well as that of

Deputy Marcelo Palmeira.

Finally, I am a witness

of injustice and an illegal

psychiatric imprisonment

in order to invalidate

any declaration,

and to render

it inadmissible,

that this man could make.

Listen to this.

"German TV connects the

accidental demise of the Deputy

and the murder of the

Salesian (Catholic) Father."

No way!

Let's go!

How wonderful!

Outstanding! Its great!

Thanks for the

snack, sailor.

What's on your

mind, cabin boy?

You think...?

Do you think we're screwed?

You think that

we're really screwed?

You can read, can't you?

The educated

priest taught you.

Do you know what this is?

It's in this house

that the son

of a bitch lives.

You were little,

you don't remember.

He's the one...

I should have shot at.

I'm a carnation.

I'm not a rose.

Our Heaven has many Avaeté,

and many friends of the Avaeté,

so many people that

they could fill a city.

Macaws, hoplias,

(a local fish)

many kinds of birds and fish.

All around, the Avaeté

and other people.

Quality people

like good honey.

Where the mother of the Avaeté

met the light of the sun,

we are all reborn

into the cycle.

Walking as a panther

not disturbing ashes.

As a sparrow hawk flying against

the wind, existing in one spot.

And as the thunder

allows the rain to fall,

So too lightning comes

forth with the rumble.

It's covered. We

have permission.

We can go there,

under my responsibility.

I must be in

really bad shape.

The man doesn't even

want me to stay here.

He doesn't want another

youngster making waves.

It's like... a huge lake.

A lake.

Except... except that

it is surrounded...

by...a great, white necklace.

And if...

you soak your finger

in the water,

it tastes like salt.

Ava has often

heard this story.

Let's see if it's true.

I told you the truth. I wasn't

making it up, cabin boy.

Didn't I tell you that the sea

looked like this? Hey?

There it is!

Am I crazy, cabin boy?

That's just the shoreline.

We only see a little.

It continues far

beyond the horizon.

Yes. Yes. You can spend...

You can spend...

months and years,

on this salty carpet,

you won't see any end...

never an end, cabin boy.

Let's dance, cabin boy.

Let's dance,

just as you taught me.

Who knows?

By dancing...

maybe we'll become...become...

lighter and lighter.

Maybe we can...

Fly!

Fly, cabin boy.

Fly, cabin boy...

like a bird.

A bird.

Didn't I tell you that

the sea looked like this?

~(Song of the giant Eagle)

♪ His claws were huge

like tree trunks.

♪ His mouth was

spitting Hell fire.

This day, the memory of the

eagle changes into a great bird.

His vomit a devastating massacre

as his throat spews eternal Hellfire.

This day, the memory of the giant

Eagle will turn into a living demon!

For how long will innocent

people pay for crimes

whose real culprits

go unpunished?

How long?

- How long, my God?

- Don't cut it. Let it run.

I was once the sinless earth.

I was once the clean water.

I was once the pure air.

I was once the free man.

Subtitler's note: Opening events

are an accurate recreation of the

"Massacre at 11th Parallel" in 1963.

The events resulted in the

death of over 3,500 members

of the Cinta Larga tribe.

Antonio Mascarenhas Junqueira, head

of the rubber firm "Arruda, Junqueira

& Co." planned the attack. He said:

‘These Indians are parasites, they are

shameful. It's time to finish them off,

it's time to eliminate these pests.

Let's liquidate these vagabonds.’

134 Officials were charged

with over 1,000 crimes

for their involvement.

In 1975, José Duarte de Prado,

pardoned less than 1 year on a 10

year sentence, was the sole convicted.

At trial, he said:

‘It's good to kill Indians – they

are lazy and treacherous.’

Only two survived.

This subtitling adaptation was

created by your friend, Quester.

Avaeté - Semente da Vingança (1985) - full transcript