Brave New Land (2000) - full transcript
Diogo is a cartographer and artist who is encharged to set the new frontiers of Portuguese Colonies in South America. When he reaches the center of the continent, finds apparently nothing but wilderness and 'uncivilized' natives with strange ways of living. But Captain Pedro, the rude scout who guides him through the jungle, involves Diogo in an involuntary act of violence which will tie him in an unusual way to that far away country. At the same time, the Portuguese colonists are trying to make peace with Guaicuru Indians (one of the few natives with horse-riding abilities). But peace doesn't ever have a low price.
PRESENTING THE KADIWÉU
COMMUNITY
"BRAVE NEW LAND"
Antonio! Come here.
- Get some men to give us a hand.
- Nice shot, Captain! Nice shot.
- Have you ever seen this animal?
- I've seen it...
in a drawing in Coimbra.
Well, they don't need a village
with wooden houses.
They accept, but they say the wood
is too hard to cut.
- They also say this is slave work.
- What about their slaves?
You didn't get it, Commander.
They don't want to grow corn or live
in wooden houses. You want that.
Why don't you send
your slaves to do it?!
That's all, Commander.
Let me tell you, Sir...
The problem with this land
besides those dogmeat Spaniards...
are these tiny little creatures
with their itching bites.
The mosquitoes might still bother us
but the Spaniards no longer.
This mission'll prove all land up to
Paraguay River belongs to Portugal.
A map goes up,
a treaty comes down...
it's just tit for tat.
Dom Diogo...
this is a boa.
A baby.
Its mother is not far away... ouch!
There's a bigger one: the anaconda.
When it grips an ox...
it will swallow it alive.
It won't fit in your little bottles.
Jose, come here.
Hurry up!
Let the snake go. Don't kill it.
Very interesting...
Dom Diogo...
this land doesn't belong to those
who sign treaties and documents...
but to those who don't fear its
creatures, be it God or the devil.
I think we'd better
invoke God only.
Until we reach Fort Coimbra,
let Satan mind his own business.
Fort Coimbra,
the year of grace 1778.
Your Excellency, Governor of
the Captain ship of Mato Grosso:
Regarding the Guaicuru Indians,
I'm optimistic about a peace treaty.
Despite the refusal of our offers
to help them build a settlement...
I think we'll soon succeed
in reeducating Indians.
Holy Mother of God!
Let me help you, Sir.
Near the smoke, the mosquitoes
won't bother you that much.
Thank you, Antonio.
We're already
in the Horsemen Indians' territory.
They know all about the plants
and rocks you've been collecting.
Even more, but it's impossible
to talk with them.
Are they really that dangerous?
I've heard a peace treaty
is under way.
Peace treaty?
Only in your dreams!
One day, they side with us
against the Spaniards.
The next, they join them.
They lie as they breathe!
The mosquitoes don't bother them.
Your skin, Sir, is too sensitive to
the plagues of this land.
The Horsemen can hardly be seen.
Five years ago,
they slaughtered some Spaniards...
who were traveling downstream
in boats full of silver.
They threw the silver in the river
and kept only swords and machetes!
People have been plunging
into the river since then.
Up till now...
to see if they can find any silver.
I know a Frenchman
who'd enjoy this story.
He says the New World savages,
natives from the Americas...
who live in harmony with Nature...
are morally much stronger
than Europeans.
- Morally stronger!
- He goes further...
he says we'd better
not try to civilize the natives.
They might end up like us,
killing each other out of greed...
...for a handful of gold.
- This Frenchman must be crazy.
He's probably never been
in the colonies!
The Indians I know do nothing but
drink, eat, fuck, steal and kill.
- People do that.
- People? They're devils!
And the priests say
they're sons of God...
They're not even sons of the devil.
They're all sons of bitches!
Come here!
Drink!
Drink, you animal! Repeat:
"I am a son of a bitch".
Say it: "I am a son of a bitch".
- I am...
-...a son of a bitch.
...bitch.
- Drink!
Antonio, wake up the master.
Sir!
Sir!
I hardly got any sleep.
I had chills and thirst.
You'll get used to it, Sir.
The fever will soon be gone.
How long have you been
living here, Mr. Antonio?
You know who I am, Sir?
Yes.
I know you used to be
Duarte Jos?Pereira's attendant.
The richest New Christian
in the colony.
Did you meet Dom Duarte
in Portugal, Sir?
No, I was just a child
when he was...
Executed?
...burnt at the stake
by the Inquisition.
But everyone said he had found gold
and silver mines in the colonies.
That's exactly what I'd like
to talk to you, Sir.
This is a map...
to one of those mines
that were never located.
Dom Duarte...
may his soul rest in peace...
gave it to me.
If you would be kind enough
to help me, Sir...
Move on!
Thank you.
Antonio came back dreaming about
the silver mountain.
I've seen so many people die
trying to find it...
What about the map?
What map!?
The Jew made it up!
Everyone knows it leads nowhere.
The landmark is a bell-shaped
mountain no one has ever seen.
It could be a code.
The secret burnt with the heretic,
then. It's easier to find silver...
near the Cuiab?River, Santana de
Goiás, the Almas River.
Tell me, Captain,
you know this land so well...
how come you didn't get rich with
gold, silver, or diamonds?
Hey, let's go faster!
We'll stop by the waterfall.
Is that all you can do, Sir?
Have you ever grabbed some tits?
A man can either draw
or grab them, Captain.
A real man has always
to prove he's a man.
The Indian girls here
smell much nicer...
than the colored girls in town.
Very soon, you'll understand
what I mean, Sir.
Trust the Captain's word.
Son of a bitch!
Get that one over there!
Come on!
Don't let anyone escape!
Over there, hurry up!
Sons of a bitch!
Perverts!
Sodomites!
Let's show these
sodomite wretches...
they're dealing with real men!
This is catechism!
Real catechism!
For God's sake, stop crying!
You're not different from
anyone else, Sir.
All of this here is because of you!
Prove now you're a man!
So? Are you afraid?
No! Not that one!
You dropped this...
Captain!
Look what I found
hiding in the woods.
- Come here!
- It's a boy. A white boy!
While the Governor talks about peace
these motherfuckers steal our kids!
Francisco!
Take care of the boy.
Take him!
Let's go!
My dearest beloved...
we're near Fort Coimbra
where I'll stay for a long time.
I've been crossing
lands and rivers on end.
Such large rivers, dense forests,
and endless fields...
that we stare in wonder. Let alone
the diversity of plants and animals.
We had our first skirmish
with the savages...
Antonio...
I want you to untie the boy
to start taming him.
Captain!
I'm taking her with me.
Hurry up with that.
Good morning and welcome,
Dom Diogo de Castro e Albuquerque.
Good morning, Commander.
I'm glad you'll carry
out the measurements.
Thank you.
But why did you bring
captive Indians?
Captain Pedro can explain it to you.
He's in charge of my escort troop.
They're not captives, Commander.
The boy isn't even an Indian.
He's white.
Look at him.
He must've been kidnapped
by the savages.
The woman is Indian.
Dom Diogo asked to bring her along.
Matias,
Dom Diogo's lodging!
Follow me, Pedro.
How many did you kill this time?
The problem is they weren't
all women. I thought they were!
But there were some "she-males"
who attacked us first.
You thought they were all women...
How many did you kill?
Well...
...myself...
- Captain Pedro!
Altogether?
About ten...
Altogether about ten!
Did you forget the peace treaty?
But they attacked us first!
No one ever believed
in this treaty stuff.
So now besides murdering
and seizing Indians...
you think you know best
about political matters?
I've already told you
you're white.
You can't go on acting
as if you were this Indian's slave.
Understand?
White!
You're white.
For the time being, you can keep
that princess look on your face!
Jorge, LuÃs!
Come here.
Take this fucking Indian
to Dom Diogo.
Soon you'll understand
things better.
First, I'll teach you how to speak!
No, that's not a human language.
I'll teach you a human language.
You'll like it.
It's much nicer than
these animal grunts.
Then you'll be able to tell...
right...
from wrong.
I think you should start by
measuring across the river.
So far, we can still protect you.
I'd rather take a look
at the previous reports first.
- Are the Horsemen really dangerous?
- Dangerous?
When the Spaniards first came...
the Guaicuru fought
the great Cabeza de Vaca.
Then they learned
how to tame our horses.
Ever since, they've harassed
whoever tries to settle down.
- The ones we saw?
- No.
But they're all alike. They share
the same language and traditions.
They claim to be "noble warriors"...
just like patricians and generals
in ancient Rome.
The children they kidnap are taken
to their villages, raised as slaves.
Like this boy Pedro brought.
- And they don't rebel?
- No, on the contrary!
They love their masters.
Didn't you see how the boy
respects his Indian mistress?
Like a faithful servant
to his mistress.
- As if she were a great dame.
- Absolutely. She is a great dame.
That's why her body is all adorned.
For them, it is a sign of nobility.
Consequently, Dom Diogo...
you're also marked
for what you did to "your princess".
Or at least for
what I suppose you did.
I'm still confused about
what really happened.
It was as if...
I had no choice...
and it was the only thing to do.
Whatever corrupt and perverted ideas
lust can put into man's lewd mind...
is practiced by these Indians.
if that wasn't enough...
there are among the Guaicuru
a few men widely admired...
called "Cudinhos"
who serve them as women.
The "Cudinhos", or obnoxious demons,
dress and behave just like women.
They talk like them and do the same
chores women do. Even crouch to pee.
And, once a month,
they pretend conspicuously...
to have their period,
avoiding fish and meat...
eating only fruits
or hearts of palm.
Since you're mine,
let's do something.
This is for you to wear.
Hold it.
This is for you, too.
As you please, your Highness.
Anote...?
I'll show you my map.
You're beginning to understand!
Here, you see?
The river bed, the waterfall...
the bell-shaped mountain...
Itaguaçu.
A tall silver mountain!
Have you seen it?
Itapetinga, white stone.
Silver. Understand?
Silver...
do you understand?
Silver just like that, silver...
- This one. Silver. Silver.
- Antonio!
Everybody knows...
the silver they have was stolen
from the Spaniards, you idiot.
You don't understand, do you?
It's useless...
Keep this, since you like it so
much. Now get lost. Go...
Go!
As soon as the priest gets here
you'll be baptized with my name...
Pedro. Got it?
Pedro, my own name!
Pe...
dro.
Pe...
Io.
That's not bad...
Because it was me who
saved your life, right?
-"ight".
- Right.
I knew you were smart.
I'm going to give you
a present. For good.
This is our Lord.
Repeat:
Our Lord...
Jesus Christ.
-"Chlist".
- Right, very good!
It's yours. Keep it.
"This land...
is gorgeous...
and strange...
like you?
Anote, look.
Look. Hold it.
Hold it!
Too heavy, alright.
How about this one?
Come on. Hold it.
Here.
Not like this.
Place that jug over there.
Boy shoots.
There, get that jug.
Put it over there.
Good. Come back.
Let's try it.
Here, hold it.
Hold it tight!
That's it.
Look through here
and aim over there.
Let's do it?
One...
two.
Aim.
You missed it.
Next time.
Next time.
You need to practice more.
One...
two.
Anote?
Why do you paint your face?
Paint...
face.
Why?
Monkey?
You want a monkey?
Am I a monkey?
I'm a monkey...
because I have hair on my face.
And you paint yours
because you don't.
Because you're human...
No, I couldn't do that.
Hold on!
Anote, look.
Anote.
Anote.
Diogo.
Thank you, Maria. You can go.
Feeling better, Father?
Thanks for asking.
I'm really sorry, Father. I knew
this would happen sooner or later.
But it was too late to ask for
reinforcements.
Not even a thousand soldiers
could fight back those evil beasts!
God was the one who took pity
on me and my mission.
That's why I'm still alive.
Is cutting off the enemies' hands
their tradition?
Tradition?!
How could savages
have traditions, Dom Diogo?
- These demons...
- You mean our demon, Father.
They were used to cutting off
their dead enemies' ears.
But 15 years ago an officer decided
they deserved another treatment.
After defeating a bunch of
Indians who were hunting...
he cut off their hands!
They were still alive.
He spared one to spread the news
that white men had a new leader.
I agree, Commander.
It wasn't a very Christian act.
But that's your problem.
The Church has no say
in military affairs.
Is it loaded?
Pedro.
How could you do that
to our Lord Jesus Christ?!
I'll teach you
to be respectful to Christ.
Got that?
Put this on.
Don't move until I say so.
I know you can understand me and
you know those people's secrets.
All I want to know is where
they get the silver, got it?
We'll prove to them
the mines do exist.
Right, little brother?
Go get yourself
some brown sugar candy. Go.
Ever since I laid eyes on you,
I knew you'd lead me there.
"Animal?"
Yes, that's what I am.
If you came for a masquerade...
wrong palace!
And it seems your princess
lost her slave.
Where are you, boy?
Come back!
I'll give you much more...
than you've ever dreamed of!
You want part of my mines?
I'll give it you!
I'll do it.
Come back!
Fucking cripple!
What have you been up to?
Which way did the boy go?
You wretch!
- Don't do that, Captain!
- You traitor!
- And to think I taught you to shoot!
- He's dying!
- Son of a bitch!
- Give me the boy.
Get out of here, Antonio!
He'll take me to the mines.
Don't do that, Captain.
- Antonio, get out of here.
- I've done so much for you...
Captain...
Captain, don't make me do this!
Are you crazy?!
Commander,
you can't release Captain Pedro!
He acted in self-defense.
I'm releasing him!
You'll never reach peace
with Pedro around!
I'll put it in my report
to the Governor.
No one asked your opinion,
not me nor the Governor!
Do your job
and don't interfere with ours.
- And the peace treaty?
- You forgot how your romance...
with the princess started? If after
that, there can still be peace...
it'll make no difference
whether Pedro is free or not.
If the Indians wage a war, I'd
rather fight with him by my side.
I read in a report you wrote...
this land is for the peacemakers
with the Guaicuru.
It can be either ours
or the Spaniards'.
It's amazing.
The Indians may not keep
their land...
but they'll decide on who will.
I guess the boy...
meant a lot to you.
Boy...
- Januya?
- Januya.
Did you forget today is Saturday?
Forgive me, Father.
In this land, you lose track of time
and the fasting precepts.
No offense to God!
I've been eating fish for days.
This is my first decent meal.
My body needs it.
Then save it for tomorrow.
Very well, Father.
I've heard you're living in sin.
Well, Father...
it's also hard to tell
what is really sinful here.
What do you mean "hard", Dom Diogo?
The Bible is very clear!
- So is the Church's doctrine!
- Neither mentions these savages.
No one knew about them.
You're mistaken, Dom Diogo.
The Church is reviewing its
position due to these issues.
As you know, there were
no colored men in Noah's Ark.
But, since there has to be
a reason for everything...
with some caution and plenty
of research, the Church scholars...
got to the conclusion...
the Deluge took place
in one part of the world only.
The other half, where Indians and
Negroes probably were...
was not affected.
Do you know how the Horsemen
describe their origin?
They were created by a bird
to wage war on Earth.
Interesting, isn't it?
In the name of His Majesty,
the King of Portugal...
we're celebrating masses in the most
remote territories of the kingdom...
to honor the engagement...
between Prince Dom Jo,
heir to the throne...
and Dona Carlota Joaquina
of Spain.
Forgive me, Lord.
I didn't expect this outcome...
but be sure my
child'll be a Christian.
It shall be the best
this New World will ever breed.
It will bear my abilities...
and her purity.
Everything's ready, Commander.
We're leaving at dawn.
Gentlemen, let me give you
my blessings.
Father.
Have a nice trip, Father.
May God forgive
all your sins.
Captain, this dreadful heat will
follow us all the way to Vila Bela.
I thought the rain would
ruin the passages.
When it rains, the Guaicuru
can't ride their horses.
The expeditions can't come from the
south. But you can reach Vila Bela...
by boat.
Otherwise the fort
would be isolated.
Haven't we been isolated?
This doesn't seem
to bother you very much...
No, it doesn't bother me.
I don't feel guilty.
Living beyond boundaries
has always fascinated me.
That's not my case.
I am Portuguese.
I came here with
the purpose of learning only.
I was sure to return to Portugal...
to Coimbra, to my fiancée,
to the court.
How about now?
Could you return
with your mestizo children?
That's impossible.
I'm not going back.
My beloved...
the work is consuming all our time.
That's why I haven't written.
Little by little, I begin
to understand these civilizations.
It's an extremely
pleasant feeling...
as if we could be part
of different worlds.
For the sake of Jesus Christ's dick
which is now pissing on me!
To Captain Pedro,
who delivered us from the drought!
Listen, Dom Diogo...
new women arrived at Vila Bela
coming from Rio de Janeiro.
They're white.
Truly white!
They're all Portuguese.
This time, I think I'll have
a Christian son.
You know what will make him
different from me?
- No.
- No?
He'll be a certified
white Christian.
Some more wine?
Please, Dom Diogo.
Dom Diogo...
my great-grandmother
was an Indian...
but on my mother's side only.
She was a quad...
How do you...
- What is it called?
- A quadroon.
That's it, a quadroon!
But, from then on,
they were all white.
Just think...
bear with me...
But my son's blood will be pure.
He'll be a certified white by law,
the Church and the crown.
Captain Pedro, to your son!
Anote...
Anote...
Talk to me.
Anote...
Anote! Where's the baby?
What happened, Anote?
Anote lost the baby and she
won't tell me what happened.
Why are you laughing, idiot!?
Just because she's an Indian?
So you don't know
why your wife lost her baby?
- He doesn't know, Commander.
- Stop it!
Let's talk in my office.
Why? Everyone knows
what happened.
- And what happened?
- Listen carefully...
and you'll learn
more about these savages.
These women kill their babies
when they feel like it.
Either they kill them in the belly,
or when they're born.
Liar! It can't be true!
It is true, Dom Diogo! Each one
of them has just one child.
And it seems like she doesn't
want to have your heir.
- Bastard!
- Stop that!
You animal!
How could you do that?
You're an animal!
What you've done is not human!
Do you understand?
- Since when have they done this?
- They always have!
As warriors, they can only flee
carrying no more than one child.
More than one child
could hinder their flight.
And all the women
agree with that?
Why do you refuse to
accept it as a fact?
It's said they prefer it that way
so it won't ruin their bodies.
It's all wrong!
It's all unnatural!
I hope for the rainy season
to end soon...
so I can return to
our land's peacefulness...
for which I long so much
when I feel restless.
The colony can be no more
than a passage in our lives...
a difficult and tortuous
learning experience.
Commander!
Commander!
- Commander, good-bye.
- I'll be waiting for you, Father.
I shall come back.
They know they can't withstand
Portuguese and Spaniards altogether.
They promised to bring us gifts
as a token of friendship.
It is not possible to have
peace here! You know that.
Of course it is.
The rain seems to have
washed away all the hatred.
Fortunately.
You are in charge of
receiving these gifts.
Captain, as a token
of the Guaicuru's friendship...
they offer you pelts as gifts...
as well as their women, so you
get to know each other better.
As you know,
this is not very Christian.
Oidatelegute says the Captain
will enjoy the gifts very much.
PHILOSOPHICAL JOURNEY TO THE
CAPTAINSHIP OF MATO GROSSO
BY DIOGO DE
CASTRO E ALBUQUERQUE
That's how it ends
our old song of war.
I can sing other stories...
both good and bad,
of the Guaicuru.
But they are the songs of today.
The wars of today.
"In 1793, 12 years after
the massacre at the fort...
the Guaicuru signed a peace treaty
with the Portuguese crown.
Of all their descendents, the
Kadiwéu are the only survivors.
Today, about 1000 live in a
reservation in Mato Grosso do Sul?
To the Kadiwéu, who survived.
SUBTITLES VIDEOLAR
COMMUNITY
"BRAVE NEW LAND"
Antonio! Come here.
- Get some men to give us a hand.
- Nice shot, Captain! Nice shot.
- Have you ever seen this animal?
- I've seen it...
in a drawing in Coimbra.
Well, they don't need a village
with wooden houses.
They accept, but they say the wood
is too hard to cut.
- They also say this is slave work.
- What about their slaves?
You didn't get it, Commander.
They don't want to grow corn or live
in wooden houses. You want that.
Why don't you send
your slaves to do it?!
That's all, Commander.
Let me tell you, Sir...
The problem with this land
besides those dogmeat Spaniards...
are these tiny little creatures
with their itching bites.
The mosquitoes might still bother us
but the Spaniards no longer.
This mission'll prove all land up to
Paraguay River belongs to Portugal.
A map goes up,
a treaty comes down...
it's just tit for tat.
Dom Diogo...
this is a boa.
A baby.
Its mother is not far away... ouch!
There's a bigger one: the anaconda.
When it grips an ox...
it will swallow it alive.
It won't fit in your little bottles.
Jose, come here.
Hurry up!
Let the snake go. Don't kill it.
Very interesting...
Dom Diogo...
this land doesn't belong to those
who sign treaties and documents...
but to those who don't fear its
creatures, be it God or the devil.
I think we'd better
invoke God only.
Until we reach Fort Coimbra,
let Satan mind his own business.
Fort Coimbra,
the year of grace 1778.
Your Excellency, Governor of
the Captain ship of Mato Grosso:
Regarding the Guaicuru Indians,
I'm optimistic about a peace treaty.
Despite the refusal of our offers
to help them build a settlement...
I think we'll soon succeed
in reeducating Indians.
Holy Mother of God!
Let me help you, Sir.
Near the smoke, the mosquitoes
won't bother you that much.
Thank you, Antonio.
We're already
in the Horsemen Indians' territory.
They know all about the plants
and rocks you've been collecting.
Even more, but it's impossible
to talk with them.
Are they really that dangerous?
I've heard a peace treaty
is under way.
Peace treaty?
Only in your dreams!
One day, they side with us
against the Spaniards.
The next, they join them.
They lie as they breathe!
The mosquitoes don't bother them.
Your skin, Sir, is too sensitive to
the plagues of this land.
The Horsemen can hardly be seen.
Five years ago,
they slaughtered some Spaniards...
who were traveling downstream
in boats full of silver.
They threw the silver in the river
and kept only swords and machetes!
People have been plunging
into the river since then.
Up till now...
to see if they can find any silver.
I know a Frenchman
who'd enjoy this story.
He says the New World savages,
natives from the Americas...
who live in harmony with Nature...
are morally much stronger
than Europeans.
- Morally stronger!
- He goes further...
he says we'd better
not try to civilize the natives.
They might end up like us,
killing each other out of greed...
...for a handful of gold.
- This Frenchman must be crazy.
He's probably never been
in the colonies!
The Indians I know do nothing but
drink, eat, fuck, steal and kill.
- People do that.
- People? They're devils!
And the priests say
they're sons of God...
They're not even sons of the devil.
They're all sons of bitches!
Come here!
Drink!
Drink, you animal! Repeat:
"I am a son of a bitch".
Say it: "I am a son of a bitch".
- I am...
-...a son of a bitch.
...bitch.
- Drink!
Antonio, wake up the master.
Sir!
Sir!
I hardly got any sleep.
I had chills and thirst.
You'll get used to it, Sir.
The fever will soon be gone.
How long have you been
living here, Mr. Antonio?
You know who I am, Sir?
Yes.
I know you used to be
Duarte Jos?Pereira's attendant.
The richest New Christian
in the colony.
Did you meet Dom Duarte
in Portugal, Sir?
No, I was just a child
when he was...
Executed?
...burnt at the stake
by the Inquisition.
But everyone said he had found gold
and silver mines in the colonies.
That's exactly what I'd like
to talk to you, Sir.
This is a map...
to one of those mines
that were never located.
Dom Duarte...
may his soul rest in peace...
gave it to me.
If you would be kind enough
to help me, Sir...
Move on!
Thank you.
Antonio came back dreaming about
the silver mountain.
I've seen so many people die
trying to find it...
What about the map?
What map!?
The Jew made it up!
Everyone knows it leads nowhere.
The landmark is a bell-shaped
mountain no one has ever seen.
It could be a code.
The secret burnt with the heretic,
then. It's easier to find silver...
near the Cuiab?River, Santana de
Goiás, the Almas River.
Tell me, Captain,
you know this land so well...
how come you didn't get rich with
gold, silver, or diamonds?
Hey, let's go faster!
We'll stop by the waterfall.
Is that all you can do, Sir?
Have you ever grabbed some tits?
A man can either draw
or grab them, Captain.
A real man has always
to prove he's a man.
The Indian girls here
smell much nicer...
than the colored girls in town.
Very soon, you'll understand
what I mean, Sir.
Trust the Captain's word.
Son of a bitch!
Get that one over there!
Come on!
Don't let anyone escape!
Over there, hurry up!
Sons of a bitch!
Perverts!
Sodomites!
Let's show these
sodomite wretches...
they're dealing with real men!
This is catechism!
Real catechism!
For God's sake, stop crying!
You're not different from
anyone else, Sir.
All of this here is because of you!
Prove now you're a man!
So? Are you afraid?
No! Not that one!
You dropped this...
Captain!
Look what I found
hiding in the woods.
- Come here!
- It's a boy. A white boy!
While the Governor talks about peace
these motherfuckers steal our kids!
Francisco!
Take care of the boy.
Take him!
Let's go!
My dearest beloved...
we're near Fort Coimbra
where I'll stay for a long time.
I've been crossing
lands and rivers on end.
Such large rivers, dense forests,
and endless fields...
that we stare in wonder. Let alone
the diversity of plants and animals.
We had our first skirmish
with the savages...
Antonio...
I want you to untie the boy
to start taming him.
Captain!
I'm taking her with me.
Hurry up with that.
Good morning and welcome,
Dom Diogo de Castro e Albuquerque.
Good morning, Commander.
I'm glad you'll carry
out the measurements.
Thank you.
But why did you bring
captive Indians?
Captain Pedro can explain it to you.
He's in charge of my escort troop.
They're not captives, Commander.
The boy isn't even an Indian.
He's white.
Look at him.
He must've been kidnapped
by the savages.
The woman is Indian.
Dom Diogo asked to bring her along.
Matias,
Dom Diogo's lodging!
Follow me, Pedro.
How many did you kill this time?
The problem is they weren't
all women. I thought they were!
But there were some "she-males"
who attacked us first.
You thought they were all women...
How many did you kill?
Well...
...myself...
- Captain Pedro!
Altogether?
About ten...
Altogether about ten!
Did you forget the peace treaty?
But they attacked us first!
No one ever believed
in this treaty stuff.
So now besides murdering
and seizing Indians...
you think you know best
about political matters?
I've already told you
you're white.
You can't go on acting
as if you were this Indian's slave.
Understand?
White!
You're white.
For the time being, you can keep
that princess look on your face!
Jorge, LuÃs!
Come here.
Take this fucking Indian
to Dom Diogo.
Soon you'll understand
things better.
First, I'll teach you how to speak!
No, that's not a human language.
I'll teach you a human language.
You'll like it.
It's much nicer than
these animal grunts.
Then you'll be able to tell...
right...
from wrong.
I think you should start by
measuring across the river.
So far, we can still protect you.
I'd rather take a look
at the previous reports first.
- Are the Horsemen really dangerous?
- Dangerous?
When the Spaniards first came...
the Guaicuru fought
the great Cabeza de Vaca.
Then they learned
how to tame our horses.
Ever since, they've harassed
whoever tries to settle down.
- The ones we saw?
- No.
But they're all alike. They share
the same language and traditions.
They claim to be "noble warriors"...
just like patricians and generals
in ancient Rome.
The children they kidnap are taken
to their villages, raised as slaves.
Like this boy Pedro brought.
- And they don't rebel?
- No, on the contrary!
They love their masters.
Didn't you see how the boy
respects his Indian mistress?
Like a faithful servant
to his mistress.
- As if she were a great dame.
- Absolutely. She is a great dame.
That's why her body is all adorned.
For them, it is a sign of nobility.
Consequently, Dom Diogo...
you're also marked
for what you did to "your princess".
Or at least for
what I suppose you did.
I'm still confused about
what really happened.
It was as if...
I had no choice...
and it was the only thing to do.
Whatever corrupt and perverted ideas
lust can put into man's lewd mind...
is practiced by these Indians.
if that wasn't enough...
there are among the Guaicuru
a few men widely admired...
called "Cudinhos"
who serve them as women.
The "Cudinhos", or obnoxious demons,
dress and behave just like women.
They talk like them and do the same
chores women do. Even crouch to pee.
And, once a month,
they pretend conspicuously...
to have their period,
avoiding fish and meat...
eating only fruits
or hearts of palm.
Since you're mine,
let's do something.
This is for you to wear.
Hold it.
This is for you, too.
As you please, your Highness.
Anote...?
I'll show you my map.
You're beginning to understand!
Here, you see?
The river bed, the waterfall...
the bell-shaped mountain...
Itaguaçu.
A tall silver mountain!
Have you seen it?
Itapetinga, white stone.
Silver. Understand?
Silver...
do you understand?
Silver just like that, silver...
- This one. Silver. Silver.
- Antonio!
Everybody knows...
the silver they have was stolen
from the Spaniards, you idiot.
You don't understand, do you?
It's useless...
Keep this, since you like it so
much. Now get lost. Go...
Go!
As soon as the priest gets here
you'll be baptized with my name...
Pedro. Got it?
Pedro, my own name!
Pe...
dro.
Pe...
Io.
That's not bad...
Because it was me who
saved your life, right?
-"ight".
- Right.
I knew you were smart.
I'm going to give you
a present. For good.
This is our Lord.
Repeat:
Our Lord...
Jesus Christ.
-"Chlist".
- Right, very good!
It's yours. Keep it.
"This land...
is gorgeous...
and strange...
like you?
Anote, look.
Look. Hold it.
Hold it!
Too heavy, alright.
How about this one?
Come on. Hold it.
Here.
Not like this.
Place that jug over there.
Boy shoots.
There, get that jug.
Put it over there.
Good. Come back.
Let's try it.
Here, hold it.
Hold it tight!
That's it.
Look through here
and aim over there.
Let's do it?
One...
two.
Aim.
You missed it.
Next time.
Next time.
You need to practice more.
One...
two.
Anote?
Why do you paint your face?
Paint...
face.
Why?
Monkey?
You want a monkey?
Am I a monkey?
I'm a monkey...
because I have hair on my face.
And you paint yours
because you don't.
Because you're human...
No, I couldn't do that.
Hold on!
Anote, look.
Anote.
Anote.
Diogo.
Thank you, Maria. You can go.
Feeling better, Father?
Thanks for asking.
I'm really sorry, Father. I knew
this would happen sooner or later.
But it was too late to ask for
reinforcements.
Not even a thousand soldiers
could fight back those evil beasts!
God was the one who took pity
on me and my mission.
That's why I'm still alive.
Is cutting off the enemies' hands
their tradition?
Tradition?!
How could savages
have traditions, Dom Diogo?
- These demons...
- You mean our demon, Father.
They were used to cutting off
their dead enemies' ears.
But 15 years ago an officer decided
they deserved another treatment.
After defeating a bunch of
Indians who were hunting...
he cut off their hands!
They were still alive.
He spared one to spread the news
that white men had a new leader.
I agree, Commander.
It wasn't a very Christian act.
But that's your problem.
The Church has no say
in military affairs.
Is it loaded?
Pedro.
How could you do that
to our Lord Jesus Christ?!
I'll teach you
to be respectful to Christ.
Got that?
Put this on.
Don't move until I say so.
I know you can understand me and
you know those people's secrets.
All I want to know is where
they get the silver, got it?
We'll prove to them
the mines do exist.
Right, little brother?
Go get yourself
some brown sugar candy. Go.
Ever since I laid eyes on you,
I knew you'd lead me there.
"Animal?"
Yes, that's what I am.
If you came for a masquerade...
wrong palace!
And it seems your princess
lost her slave.
Where are you, boy?
Come back!
I'll give you much more...
than you've ever dreamed of!
You want part of my mines?
I'll give it you!
I'll do it.
Come back!
Fucking cripple!
What have you been up to?
Which way did the boy go?
You wretch!
- Don't do that, Captain!
- You traitor!
- And to think I taught you to shoot!
- He's dying!
- Son of a bitch!
- Give me the boy.
Get out of here, Antonio!
He'll take me to the mines.
Don't do that, Captain.
- Antonio, get out of here.
- I've done so much for you...
Captain...
Captain, don't make me do this!
Are you crazy?!
Commander,
you can't release Captain Pedro!
He acted in self-defense.
I'm releasing him!
You'll never reach peace
with Pedro around!
I'll put it in my report
to the Governor.
No one asked your opinion,
not me nor the Governor!
Do your job
and don't interfere with ours.
- And the peace treaty?
- You forgot how your romance...
with the princess started? If after
that, there can still be peace...
it'll make no difference
whether Pedro is free or not.
If the Indians wage a war, I'd
rather fight with him by my side.
I read in a report you wrote...
this land is for the peacemakers
with the Guaicuru.
It can be either ours
or the Spaniards'.
It's amazing.
The Indians may not keep
their land...
but they'll decide on who will.
I guess the boy...
meant a lot to you.
Boy...
- Januya?
- Januya.
Did you forget today is Saturday?
Forgive me, Father.
In this land, you lose track of time
and the fasting precepts.
No offense to God!
I've been eating fish for days.
This is my first decent meal.
My body needs it.
Then save it for tomorrow.
Very well, Father.
I've heard you're living in sin.
Well, Father...
it's also hard to tell
what is really sinful here.
What do you mean "hard", Dom Diogo?
The Bible is very clear!
- So is the Church's doctrine!
- Neither mentions these savages.
No one knew about them.
You're mistaken, Dom Diogo.
The Church is reviewing its
position due to these issues.
As you know, there were
no colored men in Noah's Ark.
But, since there has to be
a reason for everything...
with some caution and plenty
of research, the Church scholars...
got to the conclusion...
the Deluge took place
in one part of the world only.
The other half, where Indians and
Negroes probably were...
was not affected.
Do you know how the Horsemen
describe their origin?
They were created by a bird
to wage war on Earth.
Interesting, isn't it?
In the name of His Majesty,
the King of Portugal...
we're celebrating masses in the most
remote territories of the kingdom...
to honor the engagement...
between Prince Dom Jo,
heir to the throne...
and Dona Carlota Joaquina
of Spain.
Forgive me, Lord.
I didn't expect this outcome...
but be sure my
child'll be a Christian.
It shall be the best
this New World will ever breed.
It will bear my abilities...
and her purity.
Everything's ready, Commander.
We're leaving at dawn.
Gentlemen, let me give you
my blessings.
Father.
Have a nice trip, Father.
May God forgive
all your sins.
Captain, this dreadful heat will
follow us all the way to Vila Bela.
I thought the rain would
ruin the passages.
When it rains, the Guaicuru
can't ride their horses.
The expeditions can't come from the
south. But you can reach Vila Bela...
by boat.
Otherwise the fort
would be isolated.
Haven't we been isolated?
This doesn't seem
to bother you very much...
No, it doesn't bother me.
I don't feel guilty.
Living beyond boundaries
has always fascinated me.
That's not my case.
I am Portuguese.
I came here with
the purpose of learning only.
I was sure to return to Portugal...
to Coimbra, to my fiancée,
to the court.
How about now?
Could you return
with your mestizo children?
That's impossible.
I'm not going back.
My beloved...
the work is consuming all our time.
That's why I haven't written.
Little by little, I begin
to understand these civilizations.
It's an extremely
pleasant feeling...
as if we could be part
of different worlds.
For the sake of Jesus Christ's dick
which is now pissing on me!
To Captain Pedro,
who delivered us from the drought!
Listen, Dom Diogo...
new women arrived at Vila Bela
coming from Rio de Janeiro.
They're white.
Truly white!
They're all Portuguese.
This time, I think I'll have
a Christian son.
You know what will make him
different from me?
- No.
- No?
He'll be a certified
white Christian.
Some more wine?
Please, Dom Diogo.
Dom Diogo...
my great-grandmother
was an Indian...
but on my mother's side only.
She was a quad...
How do you...
- What is it called?
- A quadroon.
That's it, a quadroon!
But, from then on,
they were all white.
Just think...
bear with me...
But my son's blood will be pure.
He'll be a certified white by law,
the Church and the crown.
Captain Pedro, to your son!
Anote...
Anote...
Talk to me.
Anote...
Anote! Where's the baby?
What happened, Anote?
Anote lost the baby and she
won't tell me what happened.
Why are you laughing, idiot!?
Just because she's an Indian?
So you don't know
why your wife lost her baby?
- He doesn't know, Commander.
- Stop it!
Let's talk in my office.
Why? Everyone knows
what happened.
- And what happened?
- Listen carefully...
and you'll learn
more about these savages.
These women kill their babies
when they feel like it.
Either they kill them in the belly,
or when they're born.
Liar! It can't be true!
It is true, Dom Diogo! Each one
of them has just one child.
And it seems like she doesn't
want to have your heir.
- Bastard!
- Stop that!
You animal!
How could you do that?
You're an animal!
What you've done is not human!
Do you understand?
- Since when have they done this?
- They always have!
As warriors, they can only flee
carrying no more than one child.
More than one child
could hinder their flight.
And all the women
agree with that?
Why do you refuse to
accept it as a fact?
It's said they prefer it that way
so it won't ruin their bodies.
It's all wrong!
It's all unnatural!
I hope for the rainy season
to end soon...
so I can return to
our land's peacefulness...
for which I long so much
when I feel restless.
The colony can be no more
than a passage in our lives...
a difficult and tortuous
learning experience.
Commander!
Commander!
- Commander, good-bye.
- I'll be waiting for you, Father.
I shall come back.
They know they can't withstand
Portuguese and Spaniards altogether.
They promised to bring us gifts
as a token of friendship.
It is not possible to have
peace here! You know that.
Of course it is.
The rain seems to have
washed away all the hatred.
Fortunately.
You are in charge of
receiving these gifts.
Captain, as a token
of the Guaicuru's friendship...
they offer you pelts as gifts...
as well as their women, so you
get to know each other better.
As you know,
this is not very Christian.
Oidatelegute says the Captain
will enjoy the gifts very much.
PHILOSOPHICAL JOURNEY TO THE
CAPTAINSHIP OF MATO GROSSO
BY DIOGO DE
CASTRO E ALBUQUERQUE
That's how it ends
our old song of war.
I can sing other stories...
both good and bad,
of the Guaicuru.
But they are the songs of today.
The wars of today.
"In 1793, 12 years after
the massacre at the fort...
the Guaicuru signed a peace treaty
with the Portuguese crown.
Of all their descendents, the
Kadiwéu are the only survivors.
Today, about 1000 live in a
reservation in Mato Grosso do Sul?
To the Kadiwéu, who survived.
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