CARAMURU, BRAZIL REINVENTED
January 1st, 1500.
Ayoung man from Portugal looks into the first night of a new era.
The North Star, guide of all sailors...
makes a 25 degree angle with the horizon.
Orion's belt nearly sinks into the Atlantic.
He doesn't know it yet, but the stars have reserved for him...
a most uncommon fate.
In this same instant, 7 thousand kilometers from there,
across the Atlantic, in a place called Pindorama,
is the constellation of the Southern Cross,
which, out there is called Pauí-Pódole.
An Indian girl looks into this other sky. She knows the stars...
are the souls of dead Indian heroes.
What she doesn't know is that she will herself become a hero...
and thus, a star in the sky.
He is called Diogo, a Latin name which means,
''Polite or Educated Person''.
She is called Paraguacu, which means ''Great Sea''in Tupi.
She is a princess, but he will take her for a savage.
He will be exiled only to become the king of Brazil.
Their story will become legend.
Diogo Álvares?
Pardon me, your Excellency. Diego Álavres, at your service.
Da Vinci, Botticcelli... You imitate the Italians well.
They are the absolute masters.
-And you paint as well? -I'm an amateur.
I traffic slaves. My business is in Africa.
Also an interesting occupation, sir...
Vasco de Ataíde, Knight of the Royal Family.
I came to Lisbon to meet my wife.
It was this portrait that you made of her that brought me to your house.
The Countess of Sintra. You liked the painting?
Very much. I fell in love with her. I was quick to ask her hand...
in marriage and her family, quick to accept.
It was with this painting that I won the ''Most Promising...
Portuguese Painter'' award.
Shame... such promise will not come to be.
Today, when I met the countess for the first time,
I discovered she was the ugliest woman in Lisbon!
Art cannot limit itself to a simple copy of life, Mr. Vasco.
It is her duty to make life a ''little'' more beautiful.
A little?
The least I expected was for her to have both ears!
Why? Does she need glasses?
You need glasses for seeing such a goddess behind...
that freak of nature.
Do as I did, sir, use your imagination.
I'll need more than imagination to spend my life...
by that aberration!
Well then, my painting can... could help with such a task.
Scoundrel!
You will burn all these paintings...
and abandon the profession of portraits forever!
Mr. Vasco! You cannot deprive humanity of my art!
If you'd rather, I can deprive it of the artist.
Don Jaime?
-Who said that? -Who said what?
-Don Jaime. -I did, and I was about to ask,
are you Don Jaime?
-Do I look like Jaime? -No. I've never seen him.
Then why do you think I'm Don Jaime, hum?
Pardon me. One of the guards said Don Jaime would be...
at the Cartography room.
There are others in the Cartography room! Look over there! Three people!
-This is true. -Which of them was it?
-Which of them what? -Which of them said I'd be here?
-The short one or the cross-eyed one? -The cross-eyed one, actually.
I thought so... and... how did he describe me?
He said you would be here in the cartography room and...
in the cartography room.
He said nothing about my... appearance?
-Not that I remember. -Are you certain?
Certainly, Don Jaime.
I haven't told you if I am Don Jaime yet.
-I'm sorry. Are you Don Jaime? -Ahem... I am. What do you want?
A job, as a painter.
Do you have any references?
-Excellent. You are hired. -I am? When do I begin?
You haven't yet? Ah! You think you can just sit here...
when there is so much to do?
Keep it up and you'll be fired!
But what should I do?
-Do you have a coin? -I do.
What were we talking about?
I was hoping you'd tell me what to do.
Ah, yes. Come with me.
-And then you asked me for a coin. -Yes, I remember that.
Maybe you've seen the painting I showed you before...
it was burned.
A portrait of the Countess of Sintra. With it, I won, from the Royal...
Academy, The ''Most Promising Portuguese Painter'' award.
Excellent portrait.
Uh! Even more if you take into account the creature...
that served as your model.
It was good of you to take off her mustache.
Thank you, Don... An artist struggles are rarely appreciated.
This map will be used on the next expedition to India, led by...
Pedro Álvares Cabral, along the rout discovered by Vasco da Gama.
The King himself ordered it and I would like you...
to make some illustrations so that it better suits the eye.
I won't let you down. I will make Neptune, God of the Oceans,
bursting from the water and signaling to Apollo, who in that instant...
tinges the sky in his chariot of fire.
No, no... Ahem, makes some whales here and there and that's enough.
As for my payment, Don Jaime...
Ah, the profit of the artist is eternal glory!
Art is long and life is brief.
-I haven't eaten for two days. -Ah! Tell me about it!
I can't paint dead things anymore, I ate all of the pears...
and apples in the studio! And they were made of wax!
I have bills to pay. The landlord has kicked me out and...
I am on the streets.
Ah! I've also had terrible nightmares; I roll and fall out of...
bed every night since I discovered that the earth is round.
But the earth is round?
-Who said that? -You did.
Liar! I never said the earth was round!
The cross-eyed guard at the entrance told you that, no?
No sir.
Here, take this coin as an advance, eh...?
But don't ask for anything else!
Let's see these whales!
Ah! Whales. Great Blue Whales, maybe some sea monsters...
Captain Vasco de Ataíde!
Thought you'd end your days hunting slaves in Africa?
-What brings you to Lisbon? -I came to marry.
Congratulations. Who's the bride?
-The Countess of Sintra. -My condolences.
That is why I have called you.
Vasco! Don't say you've brought me from Paris...
just to ask my hand in marriage again?
That's not it.
I must flee from my unsightly bride to be.
I've decided to go off to sea and disappear for a few months.
That is the fate of men with ugly wives. Always coming home late...
from work.
To make up for it, they tend to get rich.
Getting rich is exactly what this is about.
My favorite subject.
The king has organized a great expedition to establish commerce...
to the Indies. It so happens that I was replaced from command...
by Pedro Álvares Cabral.
I was left to command only one of the ships.
Poor Vasco! Careful that your wife does not board the ship with you.
Of course, they do say hunchbacks also get lucky.
Women are not allowed on conquest expeditions.
Thank God!
For a moment I thought you were going to invite me to come along.
I want a copy of the expedition map.
And you're going to get it for me.
I will follow Vasco da Gama's secret rout: I will go down the scolding...
coast of Africa, pass the Cape of Storms, cross the Pacific...
and arrive in India before Cabral.
This is worth more gold than you can imagine.
There is no more gold than I can imagine.
Where is the map?
Would you tell me what this is over here?
A mermaid, your Excellency. A mythological figure.
A woman with the tail of a fish, or a fish with the bust of a woman,
if you like.
And could you tell me what she's doing here?
She combs her hair as she bewitches the sailors...
with her song, drowning them in the sea.
Well, that's exactly what will happen if they use this map.
Your ''mythological figure'' is covering a coral reef on the coast...
of Africa and all vessels will inevitably shipwreck against her.
l had to elongate the mermaid's tail so that it...
represented two thirds of the total image.
You are telling me that you would risk destroying the greatest...
expedition to ever cross the Atlantic...
just to avoid a short-tailed mermaid?
lt would be disproportionate, your Excellency.
Disproportionate is the size of your skull in relation to...
your shriveled brain.
Illustrate the maps, don't change them!
Fix it! Immediately!
They speak of the rebirth of the Arts but the space for artists...
gets more and more restricted.
Diogo Álvares?
I came to make myself available to your genius.
There must be some mistake, I...
I saw the portrait you made of the Countess of Sintra.
A true miracle of the imagination!
I almost didn't recognize her with hair!
If you could create beauty out of that horror...
what won't you do if I serve as your model?
My lady, improving upon what is ugly is an artist's duty,
but beauty such as yours is produced by god alone.
Unfortunately, beauty fades. Don't deny me the privilege...
of being immortalized by you.
I am the one who will become famous for the portrait...
of Isabelle d'Avezac, Marquise of Sévigny.
I will take you to the pinnacle of glory, and I am willing...
to make sacrifices.
I will pose for you entirely in the nude.
Ah, Miss Isabelle! I will not let you down.
You'll be the incarnation of Venus, Greek goddess of beauty.
She rises, entirely naked, from a seashell.
Zephyr, the Western Wind, blows through your hair.
And a nymph extents a to you a veil of flowers to cover...
your magnificent nudity.
The work must reflect today's great theme.
-The discoveries! -Exactly!
The woman's body, uncovered. And the Earth's is uncovered also,
revealed by the great expeditions!
And both, the Earth and my body, revealed to men...
by an artist's genius.
Ah! lt will be my masterpiece. A painting for the Kings Gallery.
No! One painting is not enough! A work of this magnitude...
cannot collect dust between... landscapes and madonnas.
May your work be immortalized in Pedro Álvares's map!
Perfect! A Venus of discovery to illustrate the very map!
I'll go and fetch it.
Then you can discover ''my'' continents.
My God, curse it all, but this will not be possible!
-Why not? -The maps are secret.
I cannot disclose them.
And I am supposed to show you my greatest secret...
whilst you guard yours?
King's orders, Marquise. What am I to do?
Maybe you better draw a vase of flowers.
I can make a map right here, unlike the original.
It will be a false map.
For imitations, you do not need a real woman.
Ask the Countess of Sintra to undress and be your model.
Or maybe dried codfish, it's the same.
Wait! I'll get the map.
Even if it kills me, I must have a glimpse at the true face of beauty.
I'll show you the face and everything else.
lt's a shame you can't expose this masterpiece!
There is no point. The map would be confiscated and I'd go to prison.
Future generations will recognize your talent, as will I...
Done. I've finished the part of your body that will represent Europe.
Now, if the lady will permit, it is time...
to draw the north of Africa,
where the brave will first take port. Through uncharted seas.
I will give your lap the heat of African sands.
I can feel the desert winds!
Miss Isabelle, we must go farther- south, about the Cape of Bojador.
Never before revealed...
Fifteen expeditions tried to go around it and failed.
Yours will succeed.
Accusation against Diogo Álvares! Artisan employed in the Royal...
Cartography Chamber...
I've passed the Cape Verde... the glory of the great explorers...
pale to mine...
But you haven't reached the Castle of the Mine...
Pardon?
The Castle of the Mine... located on the curve of Africa,
where the wind blows hotter...
and the white dunes lay shifting shadows.
''The fore-mentioned Diogo Álvares committed a crime against the Crown...
when he stole the map from the cartography chamber and hid it...
in his home, where he can still be found. Goat Street,
number nine. ''
I'm already in Diogo Cão, always farther south...
-through uncharted seas. -Almost to Cape Lobo!
''I sign in good faith, Isabelle d'Avezac, Marquise of Sévigny.
Lisbon, year of our Lord, 1500. ''
The Cape of Good Hope approaches.
The greatest of all endeavors.
Bartolomeu Dias!
I can hear the beating of my heart.
-Open in name of the King! -We've been caught!
Calm down! Deep down we work for the glory of Portugal.
I'll take care of it.
-Don Jaime! -Maybe I am. Where is the map?
I am working on it. The lady serving as my model...
can attest to that. Marquise? She's gone!
-You don't say? And the map? -Also gone!
Ah! Witchcraft, maybe. So that the same does not happen...
to you, we will provide a more secure location.
Guards!
''Diogo Álvares's confession: devout Christian,
on the seventh of March, year of our Lord, 1500,
Said he took a map from the Royal Chamber of Cartography,
only to illustrate it with the figure of a woman...
who, also intent on serving elevated artistic ideals,
undressed before him.
He intended to return the map and had no other relations...
with the woman. Because he really...
was an innocent young man and other bogus excuses,
he will be exiled forever to Africa...
by way of the next expedition destined to the Indies. ''
Our daring navigator! How are the preparations...
for the voyage?
From bad to worse. I will command the ship of exiles.
Relax, my dear. With me, as usual, your luck will change.
-Did you acquire the map? -Vasco, what would you do without me?
Now that I have the map, you are of no further use to me.
Enjoy, but I warn you: with this map you will reach...
the Indies two months after Cabral.
Give it back to Cabral and he will take a fine tour of the Atlantic...
before he reaches the Indies.
Follow the original map and you get there first.
And where is the map with the true rout?
In safe keeping. You will receive it onboard,
where it will be too late to betray me.
I don't want anyone else involved.
No one will know the map is for you.
When all are onboard I'll point out who has it...
and you take the map in name of the King.
As for the false map?
Return it to the cartography chamber.
Say you bought it from a French spy, and ask for nothing in return.
Cabral's failure will be your reward.
-Miss Isabelle! -I heard you'd been exiled.
And where were you?
I fled with the map the second I saw the guards.
Hide it! Destroy it! It will be your death sentence.
Destroy this masterpiece? Never!
I brought it so that you can take my portrait.
I'll finish it right here, in prison.
Do you need to see the part that's missing?
No! There's no need. I have it forever in my memory.
-Wait for me, Isabelle! -Until the end of Time!
I will return!
-Diogo Álvares! -Isabelle!
Bye!
Not even an endless ocean can separate our love!
Not a thousand oceans!
-Keep our secret! -To my chest!
Mr. Vasco!
How romantic! A rose, a lady and a farewell!
Take this scent in carefully.
There are no roses where you are going.
Take a good look at her... it is the last time.
Say goodbye to Portugal
Forever!
I didn't know you took to traveling.
I was equally surprised to find you in command of this ship.
The world is small, my friend, and round!
Even sailing in opposite directions, we come to meet again.
I didn't know you were also interested in Geography.
I kept this map only because of the etching I made to illustrate it.
But I had forbidden you to make portraits.
I was taken by the moment and had forgotten your orders.
A shame for you. As for me, it will be a pleasure taking you...
to Hell!
Excuse me. Is this place taken?
-No, make yourself at home. -Thank you.
Don't you want to sit at the end? Enjoy the view?
No. I prefer the corridor. Closer to the bathroom.
-Is this the 1st. time you're exiled? -First time.
I can tell. Look, the bathroom here's the sea.
You take this bucket, do what you have to and chuck it into the sea,
bucket and everything.
-Practical, no? -I suppose so.
At first you might be embarrassed to use the bucket,
but as soon as the sea is calm you'll go.
One time, at Cape Verde, it was calm for 15 days.
There was only rotting meat to eat. 150 men eating...
rotten meat, 15 days floating in the same place,
over a hundred degrees.
It was impressive how much everyone bonded.
Why were you exiled?
I took a map from the Royal Cartography Chamber.
-Why? -To draw a woman.
Strange reason for being exiled.
-Why were you exiled? -I looked a door from the outside.
-That's a crime? -Article 45, paragraph 5:
''No one may close any door from the outside...
without the owner's permission.''
Why did you lock someone's door from the outside?
To be exiled, of coarse!
Two years to India. I still haven't been there.
I've been all around the world, for free, just by getting myself exiled.
-I love this cookie. Want one? -Hum! Thank you.
They taste kind of like roaches.
Animal protein. Roaches have iron and potassium.
It's good for the eyes. Shame this trip is so short.
Well, I'd give anything to get out of here fast as possible.
-Oh, that's easy. -How?
-Just dress as a woman. -How's that going to help?
Women can't be on this ship. They're abandoned on the first stop,
at the Canary lslands. From there you go back.
That's how I met the Falconers.
Seems like a good idea. If I had a dress...
Do you like the red with laces or the yellow with puffy sleeves?
-Red with laces is fine. -Pretty! Goes with your hair.
Dress up and I'll call the captain.
Captain! Woman onboard, Captain! Woman onboard!
-A woman! Where? -Here, Captain!
-You sure? -Sure, Captain!
Who else would be in a red dress with laces...
I say, yellow with puffy sleeves, Captain?
Silence!
-Who brought this woman? -I did, Captain.
Don't you know that it's forbidden?
I know, Captain. lt's in the rules: article twelve, paragraph three.
-You'll have your sentence doubled! -Very just, Captain.
And you, come with me. You'll be left on the first port!
I accept my punishment.
Thank you, Captain, but I don't drink.
Drink!
We've been fifteen days at sea.
Measure the size of my loneliness.
Cold water is good to appease the desires.
If there were water.
-I haven't bathed in fifteen days. -I can tell.
-What were you looking to find here? -Something new, excitement, pleasure...
-You've found it! -Control yourself, captain!
You have a wife!
A sea monster is more attractive.
And when do you intend to disembark?
Ah! I hope you will forgive the roughness with which...
you are being treated.
Don't worry, I know you tend to your duties.
But first, I must make certain that I am not...
-committing any injustice. -How so?
I must make certain that you are really a woman.
Control yourself, Captain! Can't you recognize a woman?
Of course I can! The voluptuous shapes,
the generosity of the meat... You fill all the requirements,
but I need definitive proof.
I can sing something romantic, or sow perhaps...
It would be quicker if you undressed.
-Ah! My lady! -But I'm a proper lady!
Forgive me. I am not being a gentleman.
You are obviously a woman.
They never wish to undress in front of me.
The painter of this map had more luck.
That one does not count.
She's shown herself to half of Lisbon.
You dare defame the image of purity? Scoundrel!
What! Not only are you a liar and a thief, but also a transvestite!
-And quite to your liking. -You'll die for the offense.
Death will not be worse than living in that infested,
cramped and fetid basement!
You're right. Take him to the bilge!
-So? -I almost lost what was left...
of my honor. The captain wanted me as a wife!
-You didn't accept? -This hellish place is better!
Don't worry. The trip is about to get much better.
Do you see the fog?
After the wind comes the tempest, which is the best part.
-What's good about a tempest? -Everything!
The waves, the darkness, the danger!
-But the best part is the lightning! -You like lightning?
Sure. Thanks to them you can see the monsters!
Monsters?
You! Come here!
-Want me to wear a dress? -Next time use the one with laces!
I should have killed you before you had the chance to fill this map...
with nonsense!
What is this?
Looks like a drumstick, Captain.
ln the map, imbecile! These blue stains covering...
the rout. Are they clouds or islands?
Neither, Captain.
They are the bursts from the great blue whale that follows...
Vasco da Gama's vessel...
Bursts from a whale? And how shall bursts from a whale help me?
I want to know how to get to the Indies.
Are you sure they're not rocks?
Absolutely, Captain. Rest easy and forward ahead.
Come to think of it, maybe they're rocks.
I'll kill you! You miserable...!
My first shipwreck!
-Captain! -At your service.
If you kill me, you row alone.
I see you're not a complete imbecile.
I'll kill you when we reach the nearest island,
which shouldn't be far off.
Move! Start rowing! Always to the west!
Land! Land! Land ahoy!
Land?
And by the look of it, beautiful!
-We are saved, Mr. Vasco. -Thanks to you, Diogo!
And to you, sir, for sparing my life.
-You made it worthwhile. -Thank God, we're even.
And now, if you'll allow, I'll have to owe you.
Excellency, alive, I may still serve you!
Dying would be the best way.
Bastard! Come back!
Jailed, exiled and shipwrecked. What else could happen?
Mr. Vasco! I thought you were dead!
I've been waiting to take you with me.
Holy God, Mary mother of Christ!
Just as these words are right divine providence...
ought to hold your hand.
Amen. Thank you my Jesus.
That's enough!
-Hi! -Hello.
-You came? -I did.
It hasn't rained much this year, has it?
-I don't know. lt hasn't? -It hasn't.
Tucuruí is furious with Teca, no?
-I don't know, is he? -He is.
Your face is the color of the soles of my feet, no?
I don't know, is it?
Do you know what the parrot told the Portuguese?
-I don't know, what? -Ya don't know how to answer anythin'!
-You know how to ask, don't you? -Sure I do!
There you go. You can answer. What about asking?
-Sure I know! -You answered again!
-Do you know how to ask? -Sure! I just said so.
Then stop answering and ask something.
-A question? -Yes, now make another.
-Another? -Yes, now another.
Me?
You don't have anything more interesting to ask?
I do.
Ah! Then make the damned question!
-Where am I? -You?
You're standing on it... how can I see?
Ah! Make another question.
-How to you speak my tongue? -Tongue?
Yes, but now it's your turn to answer.
Tongue!
You speak my tongue?
Fluently!
Ah! That bird over there. It's called Sabiápiranga,
cousin of the Sabiápoca, Sabiaúna and the Sabiágonga.
There's more than twenty...
kinds of Sabiá here.
Mango?
-Mango? -Mango!
Mango!...
Mango.
Um, a piece of the mango got stuck.
Here's a thread from my sleeve.
If you'll allow.
-Macaw. -No! Vulture! They're bad luck.
Well, they look like macaws. Two birds, two syllables a piece.
It's very easy. Macaws have colored down and vultures have black down.
Black down? I think you mean feathers.
But didn't you say that ''down'' was ''feathers''?
Yes, but only baby feathers. It's also a feeling. One can feel down.
But grown birds have feathers. It's very easy.
Ah, strange tongues, yours! Is everything like that?
Just on word can mean a bunch of things?
Sometimes it's the opposite.
There is an infinite number of words to describe love, for example.
Is love a plant or an animal? Show me where it is!
It's here... here...
And here.
And what does it do in a person?
Love is an invisible fire that burns,
it's a wound that hurts... but can't be felt,
It's a pleasure that's covered in pain,
the kind of pain that drives one crazy.
I know what it is. We call it xodó, crush, passion...
desire, wishing well, it's missing something and nothing at all.
It's here... here...here... And here.
Seems like we're talking about the same thing.
Well, better than talking is doing without saying anything at all.
-Have you ever done it like this? -Never!
-How did you do it? -I didn't.
-They don't do it there? -Of coarse they do!
I just never did it before. This was my first time.
The first... the second...the third...
And the next thousand will be with you.
Ah! Then we've got a ways to go.
-Do you like it? -It's great!
I want to bejust like in the painting!
Don't do that! Sin makes us keep our clothes on.
So why do you paint me naked?
Well, because... You're an Indian. Indians are painted naked.
-Isn't that forbidden? -No! Not in this case.
It's an artistic nude, an incarnation of beauty. There is no sin.
-Macaw? -Mulberry!
Since when is macaw a fruit? Macaw's a bird.
Is it true that in Portugal you never see a woman without her clothes?
Not even the husband. They wear so many layers...
of cloth that you never see more than the hands and face.
And to keep it on, you tie it?
With strings, like the ones on my pants.
-Take them off so I can see. -Lady!
Shamelessness tempts the sixth commandment.
It's an artistic nude.
You're my sister in law. The sin is even greater.
Don't be silly! We're not related.
You're mistaken. The law is clear in book five, article 17:
sleeping with the sister in law is punishable by a ten year...
exile overseas.
Here you are and here you'll stay...
Doesn't look like they'll fit you now, anyway!
You won't need to unloosen it now!
-What are you doing? -Let me show you.
-This is serious, Ms. Moema. -No it's not. We'rejust playing.
-It's dangerous! -It feels good.
-It's not in line. -Bent is better.
-What if she gets here? -Who, my dear?
-Paraguacu! -Who?
Paraguacu!!
Paraguacu, this is not what you think it is.
What is it, then?
No! Your sister brought me a macaw to eat and asked me about...
women's clothes and I took off my pants to satisfy...
her curiosity and this desire awoke without my wanting it.
I don't want her, just you, I swear!
This is what I get?
-What can I do so you'll forgive me? -Sleep with her!
Come here, sweetheart.
May temptation serve as the pedestal of my triumph!
-Sis, did you treat him badly? -No, Sis. I caressed him good.
He wanted it a lot, he did.
Liar!
Then you didn't do it like I said he liked?
I did everything you taught me, Sis.
-You blew on the back of his neck? -Hot and sweet.
-Tickled his parts? -Continuously and creatively.
Did you melt and slide down his body?
Soft as porridge.
What's wrong then, creature? What do I have that she doesn't?
But I didn't lay with her because of you.
You either spend tonight with Moema or don't look for me ever again!
Come here, sweet thing, and let's play until we can't play anymore.
If not because you want to, then for my sister,
who I want to be as happy as I am, if not more.
Make believe it's her and I'll make believe it's you. You'll like it.
Ha! Didn't I tell you?
-Um... Moema? -No, Paraguacu.
-Paraguacu? -No, Moema.
-Um! Moema? -No way! ltaparica!
Excellency! Pleasure Diego Álvarez at your service!
I can see you're happier than a rooster...
in the hen-house.
Your daughters are generous to a fault, and have received me...
with open arms...
-Not just the arms. -Ah... Excellency...
Small places, my boy, don't hold space for secrets.
But I'm here to put an end to all this.
-You are? -Well then!
-Why, Dad? -Who do you think I am...
to support a grown man his whole life like this?
Laying around with my daughters on a hammock eating porridge,
eating porridge, eating... No way!
Of course not. I've only the best intentions with your daughters...
and I intend to make it official.
But which one gets to keep me?
Each one can have a little.
How I wish, your Highness, that I could split in two.
Not just in two, my boy, but in many more parts than that.
You've fattened up nice already.
You'll become flesh or our flesh.
That's quite an honor, Excellency.
It's settled, then: tomorrow we'll make a big party.
Personally, I'd make a small ceremony for the close of kin.
No, no. I'll put corn, bananas, cassava, aluá drinks.
Everyone will eat and drink real well.
You are my son-in-law and I'll make sure everything is perfect...
so we can devour you according to custom.
Devour?... Does ''devour'' in your tongue mean to ''marry''?
-Alive? -No! First we cook you real nice.
-Did I do something wrong? -No, no. We think you're very brave.
Eating you will make us much stronger.
That's what you think. I'm a coward!
I'll contaminate your tribe!
Your warriors will turn to cowards. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Don't be scared. You'll never die because you'll be...
alive in all of us.
I'd rather be alive inside myself.
They'll kill you if you refuse to be eaten.
Why didn't you tell me before? This changes everything!
I've chosen a nice little mouthful for myself.
Why don't we make an installment plan?
Tomorrow you take a little bit of my leg, for example.
It would be symbolic.
The ritual takes place and you make an excellent investment.
You could have me in mouthfuls for many years,
for the greater glory of the Tupinambá nation and myself!
No can do. Dad already promised everyone a piece.
Ah! You talk too much! Let's undress already.
Come here, my tasty meal... Come here, my little piece of sin...
-What's wrong, love? Not in the mood? -Got tired of us, did you?
No, no. Just worried for no reason.
''Curupaco! Diogo, Diogo! Diogo, Diogo! Curupaco!''
There goes our food! No way!
Holy God, Mary, mother of Christ!
Just as these words are right divine providence...
ought to lend a hand!
What kind of thing is that, that kills vultures?
I thought it was a macaw?
Caramuru! Caramuru! Caramuru!
Caramuru!
Caramuru! Caramuru! Caramuru! Caramuru! Caramuru! Caramuru!
So, my boy, did you prepare another one of those things...
so we can go to war?
Unfortunately, the gods have not been favorable.
But I have a project, to raise the glory of the Tupinambás.
Massacre our enemies while they sleep, is it?
No: commerce. We will sell food to the whites...
who come on boats.
Ah! You expect us to starve? No way!
We'll just have to hunt and harvest more.
That's too much work.
-We will trade it for merchandise! -What more do I need?
-So you can be rich. -What's that worth to me?
The rich don't need to work.
What do the rich do?
Nothing. They lay around in hammocks.
I already live on a hammock. It's good!!
Are you going to pace around the beach all afternoon? Bizarre!
I'm keeping an eye out for ships.
That's a waste of time, dear. What do you want ships for?
To make commerce. I miss the things from my land.
This is your land now!
And we're crazy about you, Caramuru, our benefactor,
now chief of the Tupinambás!
Some chief I am! Walking around half-naked, eating roots...
and sleeping on a hammock.
In my land the chiefs are called kings and they live in houses...
like these, great castles, full of soft linen and precious stones.
-And don't they ever die? -Sure they die.
Then why do they need all that?
In case something comes up, something... unforeseen, maybe...
If something shows up, like... a ship! A ship!
I've spotted, on the horizon, a large canoe...
where the white man travels over the water, crossing the great sea.
Looks like a ship.
Exactly, Excellency, a ship approaches our beach!
But what kind: schooner, frigate or galleon?
I couldn't tell you.
Latin sails, low gauge, 21 paces in length:
that's a French caravel!
-You know your stuff! -Many years at the beach, my boy.
Let me deal with them. They'll try to conquer us and fail!
We have dignity, intelligence and above all, courage!
Mr. Vasco! Forgive this innocent, who begs for his life!
I'm the one who should apologize to the famous Caramuru,
sovereign of these lands.
You are famous in all of Europe.
I am but an exile, your Excellency.
Not to the kind of France, who I now represent.
And in his name, I come to offer commerce...
to the chief of the Tupinambás. Together, we will make much money.
I am still the chief of the Tupinambás.
Redwood is worth a fortune in Europe.
There's lot's of that here!
I need people who are willing to work!
Not many of those around here. You better talk to...
my son-in-law about work. He's the new Chief.
My proposal is extremely advantageous!
I'll have exclusive sales rights and get to keep the profits.
-What about us? -You don't.
-Fair enough. -More than fair.
In return, you get to work.
-And what do I get for working? -And what do I get for not working?
The country wins, it grows and createsjobs,
raising the circulation of merchandise.
And you don't need to pay me a thing...
It's too good! He works, you profit and I do nothing.
That's alright by me...
The land is beautiful! There's no tsunamis, earthquakes, hurricanes,
none of that!
There's a great view...
and more than five thousand miles of beaches for the children.
And the location?
Half-way to the Indies, forests, minerals.
Plenty of parking space.
They say there's even that snow thing to the south.
Look, I can make a real friendly price for you,
real friendly: a mirror! But it has to be a really good mirror.
As many as you like.
They even have this little stone, here... see?
-This is gold? -Sun stones!
At five moons distance, where the sun hides behind...
the sparkling mountain.
The ground is covered with sun-stones!
Our forefathers say they are like the fallen stars.
I'll buy it! I'll buy everything! And do you have any of these?
Leave it with me and I'll get you some.
Bracelets! Bracelets! One for three, three for ten.
Almost out!
Also, Indian medicine, miracle cure from the forest.
Brings strength to the husband and happiness to the wife!
Made from the rarest seed and the deepest root.
Good to put on your face. Good to put on your back.
Get your Indian medicine!
-Hum! What's this? -Isn't that face paint?
-What's all this face paint for? -Aren't I going to the beach?
-What for? -To get the boat?
-Get the boat for what? -To get on the ship?
-Get on the ship for what? -To have sex with the Frenchman?
-Excuse me? -Tupinambá hospitality, sweetheart.
A chief should lend his wife to the visitors.
Oh, no! I wouldn't make you do something you didn't want to.
-But I want to... -But I don't!
-Is there more paint? -There is, but you can't have any!
I'm supposed to go like this?
-To the beach? -Shouldn't I?
-To get the boat? -Shouldn't I?
-To get to the ship? -Shouldn't I?
-To have sex with the Frenchman? -Shouldn't I?
No! You shouldn't! No one here is going to have sex with any Frenchman!
No more sex with the French!
You're all obsessed with spoiling the foreigners!
-You're like an Indian! -What about Tupinambá hospitality?
No more!
Now come here. Let's go.
I don't think so...
-Then you come here... -I won't...
-Are you on strike? -Total!
You're on strike?
Don't be so uptight, man.
Your wives have to tend to the stranger.
That's why you're the chief!
-In my land, that's called a cuckold. -Tupinambá Hospitality, my boy.
Ah! I can't hold out any more, Sis...
One day he'll have to give in so we can give it to the Frenchman.
Yeah, but I'm on fire!
I can't stand it anymore!
They've held out for over twenty days already! It's cruel!
I can see you're getting pretty nervous...
l just take cold baths. I've begged them, I've threatened them,
but who can force them?
With them, it's nothing done, and nothing is done without them.
When the wife asks you for something you say yes, right away,
so that it looks like you're the boss. That way, they act like they obey.
Anything, just not sex with that Frenchman!
Think of it as lending them.
I'd rather die!
How's that help! lf he doesn't get any, you don't get any!
Ah! lt's like giving pearls to swine.
Cold water helps to shoo away desires...
Go bathe in the river, Moema!
Ah... I did! Diogo was there and the strike almost ended.
-Good idea, Sis! -End the strike?
Almost! Go and turn him on real good.
Be gentle and then pull away... Leave him boiling, on fire!
But nothing more! Leave the rest to me...
-It's hot, isn't it? -Too hot!
-Let's go to the river. -I can't...
-Just a bath, to cool off... -Just a bath...
-It's cold... isn't it? -Well then...
-Give me a hug. -Hug you where?
-Just a hug... to warm up... -Just a hug, then...
-Feels almost too nice, no? -And...moving along...
-Let's go to the hammock... -What can I do...
-Just lie down... to relax... -Ah... just to relax...
Ah... It's getting hot, isn't it?
-Ah... a little ticklish, too... -Ah... let's fool around...
-I can't... -A little, Love, we won't finish...
Only if...
You let us meet with the Frenchman!
But don't you understand that I do this because I like you...
both so much?
If you like us both so much, why can't we like...
anotherjust a little?
Because... because you have to like just me.
Ah! We'll like just you, later...
-Blow on your neck... -Caress you all over...
Tickle your parts...
Soft as porridge...
Forget it! No more liking the both of you.
From now on, and forever, I'll like just one.
And that one will not like anyone else but me.
Which one?
Eeny, meeny, miny, mo. Catch a tiger by the toe...
If he hollers let him go...
I can't choose.
We don't choose who we're going to love.
Love chooses us.
And he chose that I should like you both.
And if one can like both,
then both can like two also.
-How beautiful! -How lovely!
-Let's go? -Let's go.
To love is to want to be imprisoned.
lt is to serve the one who wins the winner.
It's being loyal to the one who kills us.
Love is a curse!
Ah, the tropics! There are no sins, south of the Equator!
I thought you'd be enjoying the hospitality of the Tupinambá.
My objective is precisely the opposite to offer you...
French Hospitality.
I came to invite you back to France with me.
Not interested.
The King of France has plans for the New World...
and wishes to discuss them with you!
-Our land is not for sale. -It has to do with commerce!
We want exclusive rights over the riches of this land.
And why should we hand them to you?
I have an argument that may convince you.
Doubtful.
Have dinner with me and you'll see.
Marvelous!
But you haven't had a single sip!
I mean the glass. I miss such things.
Crystal, porcelain, silverware...
Tablecloth, table, chair, plate.
Ah! Napkins! I love napkins!
Taste the wine.
God only made water, but man made wine.
-The cheese, the wine, the bread... -And Francejoined all three.
Why not leave with me?
My ties to this land are strong.
And shapely.
But beauty... is in Europe as well.
Once I met her.
Besides, with a French woman, you can marry for real.
We swore loyalty 'till death do us part.
But remember; matrimony impedes, at least in theory,
''Tupinambá Hospitality.''
Ah, my love, how could I betray her?
''Diogo, wherever you are, you are forgiven.''
Isabelle!
Isabelle d'Avezac, Marquise of Sévigny, anxiously awaits you.
-She said this to you? -She said this to all.
Your marriage will be sponsored by the King.
It will mark a new era of relations between France...
and the New World!
''Plaisir d'amour...''
Weren't you going to spend the night in the ship?
-The sway of the hammock is better... -You are better...
Doesn't seem like it. For twenty days you don't look for me.
The French took a long time getting here!
And so far from their homes, poor things!
Not even rivers to refresh themselves!
''Tupinambá Hospitality'', I know.
There's a lot of people on that ship!
Yeah, and they liked us so much!
Their women must not know how to caress very well.
-Blow on the back of the neck... -Tickle the parts...
Look... I might have to go on a trip.
A trip where, my care?
I'll go back home and get some things I need.
What more do you need? There is everything here.
I need clothes.
If you're cold, we can warm you, sweetheart.
I'm used to wearing clothes!
Well get unused to it.
-I'll get medicines. -Are you sick?
No, but I might get sick, and so might you.
There are more cures here then there.
-I also need silverware. -What is silverware?
Things to eat without getting the hands dirty.
Can we go with you?
Nice! We get to know your land and nobody misses anyone else.
No, it's dangerous! Something could happen during the trip.
-What could happen? -An accident.
Many ships never make the crossing!
Well then! lt's not worth risking your life to keep your hands...
from getting dirty with food.
-He's not coming back! -I am. I want to come back!
Then why don't you take us with you?
-I can't! -Why?
-Because I can't! -That's not an answer!
-You're not coming back. -I am.
You are what?
I can only take one! That's the problem!
-Why? -Because!
Because is an answer?
There it's like that. Everyone can only have one. lt's the law.
''Any married man who is received by another woman...
or marries another woman must be put to death.''
And... what's receive?
Receive is what we do, the three of us, daily.
-Play...? -Yes.
There, one person can only play with one person.
And they kill someone who plays with two?
-Kill, yes. -And eat?
Certainly not! Cannibalism is a form of violence!
Murder is a form of violence. Not to eat's a waste.
-What if we play in secret? -No can do.
-They don't havejungle there? -I can't. lt's not my fault.
The French would not allow it. Just one can come.
Take Paraguacu. She's older.
You go, Moema. You've played less. I'll get by.
Get by nothing! You're old, almost twenty!
And you don't know how to do it right, Moema?
Go so that you can learn.
-I know more than you do! -I can't take any of you.
-I can't. -Why not?
Because no! And ''because no'' is an answer!
I didn't even say I would go. I said maybe.
-And maybe is when? -Maybe may be never.
I won't risk dying at sea just to keep my hands clean.
When it gets dirty I'll clean it. What's the problem?
It's so good to eat with your hands...
-Yes. Better stay. -Yes, better. Let's go to sleep.
-Come to the hammock, come. -You go. I'm not tired.
-No, you go. I'll sleep over there. -Both come. It's a large hammock.
Curupaco! Curupaco!
Caramuru! Caramuru!
Paraguacu!
Caramuru!
I thought the sea was large, but it's even bigger...
This way you'll know how far I came to meet you.
And I'll do it all again, just to be with you!
Paraguacu, I think it would be prudent to put on some clothes.
You look like you've never seen me like this!
They are the problem! You are the only woman on board.
Ah! They've seen me too!
Paraguacu, we're going to Europe! You can't walk like that anymore!
Didn't you walk your way in our land?
Yes, but my way is the right way.
-Why? -Because shame is normal.
Since when?
Since always! Since we were expelled from paradise.
-We, who? -All of us!
And it looks like you also wanted to leave it.
Welcome to civilization!
-What animal is this? -A castle.
l know. You made them out of sand.
But why is the ground all folded over?
-It's a stairway. -What does it do?
Nothing! One climbs it from one place to another.
Try it.
Don't be scared!
And how do I go back down?
The same way you came up.
I want to show you other things.
Let me walk a little more. I really like stairways!
-Will you give me a stairway? -Come!
-What is this? -A door!
-What's it for? -To open and close the house.
With a key. Look here.
Hum!... And if you loose the key?
-Well, then you have to make another. -Another door?
-Another key. -And why close the door?
So that only the person who lives in the house and has the key...
-can get in. -And who lives here?
Us, for some time, as guests of the king!
Maria, daughter of King José, lived in this palace.
She married her uncle, Pedro. She was very young...
and appreciated music.
All of the great composers have played in this room.
But she was a very sad queen. She suffered from great melancholy!
Her angst ridden cries frightened the guests!
Maria went completely insane with the death of her son.
-And what killed him? -Chickenpox...
-How do you know this? -It's in the books.
-What is a book? -This is a book.
-It tells stories. -I can't hear a thing.
''You've stolen my heart, my sister, my wife!
You've stolen my heart with a single glance,
A single spin of your necklace.
Your love is better than wine.
Your perfume is finer than all others.
Your lips are sweeter than honey, wife of mine!
There's milk and honey on your tongue.''
That's so pretty! Was that you or the book?
It was the book, but I agree with it.
They say it was written by a king... Solomon.
You need a key to open?
No, you just need to read to go into a book.
This one tells a love story.
Can you put our story in a book as well?
-Certainly I can. -It will fit?
Everything fits in a book, if you write it.
I'll teach you. Come, there's much more to show you.
-What else is there? -Windows, walls! There is a tower!
-How do you climb up a tower? -Use the stairway!
-Yay! Let's go to the tower! -Later. First, let's go outside.
-And what's outside? -Many things.
This is a fountain. The water comes from under the earth.
No need to go to the river.
-Are there fish? -No. No fish.
-Can you bathe in it? -Wouldn't be comfortable.
-Can we fool around in the fountain? -It wouldn't be appropriate!
-I like rivers better. -There are two rivers here.
-There are? -Ah! There certainly are!
-Let's go! -We can't!
-Why not? -It's dirty.
-The river is dirty? -Here it is.
-Dirty with what? -With dirty things! With garbage!
-And this garbage goes where? -It goes to the sea,
along with the river.
And the sea goes everywhere.
I know that. I just didn't know garbage.
Look. What I liked the most were ladders and books.
-Let's gojump on the stairs? -I can't. I have a meeting!
And what should I do? I can't read or go in the river!
Go buy some clothes, we are in Paris,
land of fashion! What more could you want?
How can I sit at a table with a Marquise?
Don't chew with your mouth open.
Remember to empty and dry mouth before drinking.
Cut the bread, don't break it.
Don't blow on the food for any reason.
I better not eat at all. Isabelle will think...
-I've become a total savage. -Calm down, Diogo! She loves you!
Besides, what is exotic is fashionable in Europe.
-I'll be too anxious to eat. -In that case, drink.
Love makes one thirsty at first. Afterwards, it opens the appetite.
She arrives.
Slowly. Walking fast is for the lackeys.
Not so slow! Such pace belongs to old women.
-Isabelle! I feared you wouldn't come. -This time, forever!
Leave your baggage on the first floor.
Not an endless ocean could separate our love!
-You've waited for me? -Until the end of time, and you?
Well... so much has happened.
-I was very lonely. -Me too.
-I almost died. -Me too.
-I was almost eaten. -Me too!
But let's forget the past, my love!
-What is this? -Paraguacu? You come in good time.
Who is this?
Isabelle... this is Paraguacu. Paraguacu, Isabelle.
There is no reason for tension.
The tupinambá don't know jealousy.
Paraguacu! Help!
-What happened? -A diplomatic incident.
This woman is a savage!
That woman is too skinny!
Look, you'll have to get used to Isabelle, she will be our guest.
-French Hospitality? -It's not what you think.
And what am I thinking?
You think that Isabelle and I... that we were kissing.
What's that?
A kiss? A kiss is something you do here,
-like this, lip to lip. -Ah! What's it for?
Nothing. It's just something you do to someone you like.
Then you love her?
We know each other a long time. We are to be married.
-And do you like me? -Yes, very much!
But you've never kissed me.
-Do you want me to kiss you? -Yes...
Well, then... If you'll allow...
-So? -So what?
-Did you like it? -So, so.
It would be better with tongue.
-You can use the tongue! -You can? Then come here.
-That was better, no? -Much better.
-Can I bite? -No! Don't bite.
Can you write so that everybody knows that you've kissed me well a lot of times?
-I certainly can. -Can we kiss on the stairs?
-I think so. -Then come!
Let's run to the top and go down kissing!
Sounds good.
You sure I can't bite? Oh... I really want to...
Better not.
-Marry me also... -I can't.
Here, you can only marry one.
But if you'd like, we could be lovers.
-What's a lover? -It's kind of like a wife.
-But you don't need to cook. -I like cooking!
-You can cook in secret. -And the French woman will allow it?
-Cooking? -No, me to be your lover?
I doubt it! Lovers are forbidden! But many people have them.
Weird!
Why? With Moema, wasn't it like that?
Ah! With Moema it's different. She's my sister.
-Anyway, you can do that there. -Not here. Isabelle can't know.
-What if she doesn't want to marry? -But she loves me!
And I'm crazy for you!
We swore eternal love. She waited for me all this time...
-and I also like her. -And me?
Very much! Even more, after the kiss!
How is ''kiss'' written?
-Like this, look. -Make a really big kiss!
Great and small, both are written the same.
-How many kisses fit in a book? -Many. As many as you like.
I'm going to write it so many times that it crowds our story with kisses.
In order to say that they are many, all you need to do...
is add an ''s'' to the end of the word.
Hum... Teach me again...
-Ki... -No! For real!
-Not even a nibble? -Well... a nibble.
Tell the king the price has gone up!
Nobody told me he was married to a cannibal.
-She's the Chief's daughter. -Didn't you say he was the chief?.
Yes, but if he comes back without her, I think he's at lunch.
And why was she brought here?
She swam to the boat. What could I do?
Kill her! But you can leave that to me!
Meanwhile you need to secure your marriage.
We get rid of her later, sell her to the circus, whatever.
And how should I walk into the church with this nutcase chewing on me?
Without the marriage, you get nothing. You're a professional.
This can't be the first jealous woman you've had to face.
The first one bites.
-''This'' How do I write it? -T-h-i-s.
-Not this; this here. -Fin-ger.
No, no... the thing I'm pointing at.
-B-o-o-k. -No, what's in the book...
Ink.
It's a macaw. Macaw!
This is not a macaw. Macaws are much bigger!
-It is a small macaw. -Macaws don't come in this shape!
Only if they do here, because they don't over there!
It's just how you write it: ma-caw!
I'm going to write it really small! Ma-caw!
A ma-caw that doesn't ex-ist.
''Your majesty, King Francisco I, invites to the marriage...
of Diogo Álvares Correia, Sovereign of the Tupinambás,
and Isabelle d'Avezac, Marquise of Sévigny,
sealing the agreement between France and the land of parrots.''
Sounds good.
How about ''Supreme Sovereign of the Tupinambás''?
-Sovereign is already a bit much. -It's too modest.
Modesty is the framework of glory.
Sovereign is enough.
How does one marry here?
In a Church. The priest blesses us and we write our names in a book,
so that everyone knows we are married.
You can be the maid of honor!
What does she do?
The maid of honor gets to write her name in the book too.
Can I write next to maid of honor that I'm also the lover?
-Better not. -Uh, I'd rather be the wife.
I already explained that you cannot be the wife!
I have to marry a French woman.
I'll ask the French woman to be the maid of honor!
Be right back.
I learned that I'm not allowed to bite.
That's good!
-Do you like cooking? -Not much.
So, for the love of what do you want to marry him?
Well, I waited for him a long time, we swore eternal love...
that kind of thing... you know. Look, I'm sure you had great...
expectations, you swam up to the ship and everything.
I understand the moon, the heat, both of you naked in that...
desert island, I know how that is.
Not just the two of us. There were lots of people at the beach.
I know how that is too.
But you have to understand that this marriage is very important...
to me... to Diogo... to the King of France...
-Have you ever bitten him? -Me? Not that I remember, have you?
Just nibbled...
Sun-stone! Ah! We have lots of that there.
But they don't have that little face painted on them.
This is gold! Where does it come from?
Five moons away, the sun hides behind...
the sparkling mountain. The ground is covered with sun-stones.
Our ancestors taught us that they are fallen stars.
I can take you there.
-Does Vasco know about this gold? -No.
If you like I can show him!
No! Better not. Don't tell anyone about the gold.
You don't know what people will do for gold.
-Yes I do! -What do you want?
To marry Diogo and write a book.
And I?
You can be the maid of honor and lover.
Me? A lover? Never!
Better to be a lover with gold than a wife without gold.
l admit I hadn't seen things quite from that perspective.
Stop biting me, I'll keep the gold,
I can be his lover whenever I want and I don't need to marry...
-that banana? -Ah, I like banana!
Sounds good!
-I'll teach you to be a lover. -I'll teach you to be a wife.
Why such an awful amount of cloth!
To take off! The red is very popular these days!
That's why everyone wants redwood.
The sleeves have changed. They used to bejust,
now they're loose, like this.
I'm going to show you something that every Tupinambá lover must have.
-What's this? -Don't put your finger there!
It's lizard poison. If you put it on your finger...
it gets hard and swollen, huge!!
-And what's that for? -It's not for the finger!
Are you dressed?
We are dressed the opposite.
To me it looks like you are the opposite of dressed!
Maybe one of you could tell me what's going on?
I'm teaching her to be a lady.
And I'm teaching her everything you like.
-I will be your Tupinambá lover. -And I, your French wife.
-Does Vasco know about this? -Nor should he. He wouldn't understand.
Neither do I.
Paraguacu showed me that nothing can separate you.
You marry this very day.
-We marry? Who? -You and me!
I'll be the maid of honor.
She can write on the book and tomorrow we go home.
-We do? Who? -The three of us.
Don't you think this Tupinambá outfit is perfect on me?
Certainly it fits. You aren't going to fight with her anymore, are you?
I like her... Want to see?
Oh, I think kissing is even better than stairways!
That's it! Then you go down the isle.
Slowly! You can't run.
Why not? I ran up the stairways easily enough?
Anyway, the priest will then ask you to get on your knees.
Isabelle! But I'm already on my knees?
Then the priest says a bunch of stuff and finally he'll ask,
-Catarina do Brasil... That's you! -Me?!!
Yes. It's your Christian name.
Too long!
We'll see...The priest is coming. Go outside.
This goes with the dresses! Put it in the same trunk as the hats.
Careful with that! Those are my lotions!
The King was not at all happy with your betrayal, Isabelle!
You are no longer a marquise.
I assure you, Vasco, soon enough he'll dub me a duchess.
I have orders to imprison you.
I'll be covered in jewels when the king finds out...
that I discovered where there is a lot of gold.
I bet it's ''five moons distance, where the sun...
hides behind the sparkling mountain''.
You already knew?
Please! Don't tell me you fell for the old Indian tales of Eldorado?
You liar! Where's the gold you promised?
What's happening? What gold?
She really likes gold.
Why do you think I was going with you, you banana?
-Who's a banana? -I love banana!
-Of course! Every monkey does! -Who is a monkey?
She is a cow!
My God! How could I have been so dumb?
How did you know I was leaving?
Let us say it was a vengeful wife.
Traitor! My dresses! My lotions!
Romance, adventure, surprises!
I'll start from the beginning. Then I'll go to the end and I'll stop.
Well, I'll follow you.
Uh, how is virgin?
Virgin?... Well, a virgin is a woman, a lady that... that doesn't know love,
who is pure, and has never been with a man before.
I know that. But is it with a ''g'' or a ''j''?
With a ''g''.
Can I write red macaw with black ink?
You can.
-Do you think I'm beautiful? -I do.
-Very beautiful, or sort of?. -Very beautiful!
Ah! That's good. I had already written ''ve''. ''Very beautiful''.
-And these? -Very beautiful.
I know that, but what are they called.
Well... there are many possibilities... bosom...
-There are two. Should I write bosoms? -No, no. Write... distinctions.
Distinctions.
-Yes! Distinctions! -Strange name for tits!
Deep in the virgin forest, the sky went ablaze...
with red macaws.
Afterwards there was a silence so great...
that something waited to happen.
I had no idea I'd run into Diogo,
but I was all done up... l painted my face...
and distinctions with the seed of urucum.
I was very beautiful! That evening we played until we couldn't anymore.
And we found out that paradise existed. Being that it was right...
there where we were...
But Diogo's destiny was to become the hero of our people.
Suddenly, the most haunting news spread through thejungle!
Caramuru, the son o Thunder, came down from the heavens to become...
''King of the Tupinambás!'' He was king, and I was his queen...
and together we discovered the lands beyond the sea...
We kissed... We married...
and we wrote our name in the book!
Now the ship sets sail, again to cross the sea...
as I sail through a new book.
With these successions that you have just heard.
Finally, the ship and the book bring us back to the shores...
where this story began.
-You came? -I came. Look what I brought you!
It didn't rain much this year, did it?
I don't know, did it? It rained a lot, there!
It's different there than it is here?
Very! Want to see something I learned?
-You can't bite! -Oh! That's a kiss...
-I've known this for some time! -Since when?
Well, it rained very little, but there were lots of ships.
French, Spanish, Italian.
I learned so much! I'll teach you later.
There were lots of cashews this year, no?
Yes? It was full of cherries where I was.
I know how to kiss, want to see?
Now I'm the wife! Moema, you take Isabelle's place!
-Who is Isabelle? -A cow.
What's a cow?
An animal that gives milk and is good to eat.
Like people?
Yes, but when a woman is a cow anyone who tries to eat her breaks his teeth.
I don't want to be a cow!
You won't be a cow! You will be a lover!
What's a lover?
A wife who cooks in hiding.
The moon will be full tonight, no?
It will? lt was waning there...
What is Moema dressed as, hmm?
Women there use these clothes when they get married.
And before they take them off so the husband can see how they are, right?
-Not before or after. -No way!
-Lovers also take them off, no? -Lovers take them off all the time!
Lovers have it better!
Better than everything are books! Want to see?
The drawings are so pretty, but these scribbles kind of ruin it.
That's the good part, Moema! I'll read it to you.
''What our father and his warriors really liked...
were French clothes.
And when they went to war, that's all they wore.
It made them braver still!
The painting Diogo made of Moema went to Europe!
It got famous and the beach filled with people...
wanting to marry her.
But Moema never wanted to be a wife, just a lover.
Diogo taught me how to love, and I taught him how to want...
And we were happy now... which is better than forever... ''
-Is it ready? -Almost.
-How does it finish? -We kiss... and the end.
-That's original! -I just need to write it.
-Wait! It's not our story? -Yes it is.
Well we have to kiss first... Then you write it.
The story of Caramuru and Paraguacu is based on a true story,
and also some other stories, some real, some invented.
It's true that they were married in France.
lt's true that they lived in Brazil.
And it's true that they lived a legend.
-How do I write end? -With ''e''.
No!... With ''d''... No!.. with ''d'' at the end!
Isn't it? Look at the ''d'' here at the end!
No! It's ''e'' in the beginning and ''d'' at the end! At the end of end.
-Ah... better erase and do it over... -Yes, better.
-Can I have another kiss? -Certainly.
Caramuru reigned among the Tupinambás for another 50 years.
Thanks to him, the Portuguese founded Salvador,
the first capital of Brazil.
-Now it's done! -No!
-No? You said it was like this! -But it was right!
Ah, I'll do it again! I'm enjoying the end.
-You're not? -Loving it!
-Let's do the end again? -From the beginning...
Diogo and Paraguacu were happy and had many children.
But this, they don't know yet.
Their story is just beginning...