Besouro Page #3

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I ain't kneeling. I'm neither yours

nor anybody's slave.

Jesus!

What were you

doing that day?

Were you beside him?

Were you protecting him?

Who are you to blame me?

- What's gotten into Besouro?

- Something is wrong.

- Is he crazy? Let's go, Dinor.

- I'm not moving.

You're vain.

You're arrogant.

You let Alpio die.

Come on, Besouro, wake up!

Wake up!

Get him!

Run! Run!

Come on, run!

Shoot him! Shoot him!

Run!

Run, you bastards!

Get him! Come on!

Shoot the damn n*gger!

Shoot him!

Fire! Fire!

Shoot the bastard!

Get him, come on!

- Get the n*gger!

- Get him!

Let's climb here!

- Here!

- There, get him!

Shoot him!

- Shoot!

- Shoot him.

The damn n*gger sunk.

He ran like a cavy,

but I think we hit him, colonel.

Do you?

No one can survive

that height, colonel.

From that height?

No way, no how.

Some people

ruin everything,

but thank God

some people work too.

Isn't it so?

Genival, hold it there.

Go, lift it, lift it.

No drunken ruffian,

stupid and hoodlum

will ruin

the people's market.

- Did you hear that, Noca?

- Yes, I did, colonel.

- Now go!

- Let's go.

Let's go, let's go.

Lift it up.

Let's go, Genival,

help lift it up.

Hold it there, nio.

Come on.

Let's help the colonel.

We'll do it, Coronel.

Ogum i, patacori Ogum.

Orixs

are the forces of nature.

Ossain,

Lord of leaves.

He's the Orix

who knows the secrets of healing

and the mystery of life.

Besouro, you're

the offspring of Ogum,

the ruler of war.

Ogum i, my father!

Oxum is loving,

vain and alluring.

She's the Orix

of fresh water.

She's maternal

and overprotective.

Lans

is the beautiful

and brave Orix.

There's no better

companion in battle.

Besouro,

you have a mission.

Are you alright?

I dreamt with my master.

He was talking...

about a war.

Capoeira alone

- won't rid anyone from evil.

- About a mission...

from Ogum.

This is for

your protection.

It was laid to sleep

at Ogum's feet.

There are 7 leaves

which will

open your 7 doors

and close

your enemies' doors.

Your body is shielded.

That n*gger is evil.

And evil must be

nipped in the bud.

I think even

black folk are mad at him.

Good afternoon, colonel.

Noca.

- Shameful race!

- Get to work, bastard!

Move, devil's hoof!

Now,

- you better keep your eyes open.

- They are wide open, colonel.

Indeed they are.

Fire! Fire!

It's on fire!

- It's spreading!

- Put it out! Put it out!

Don't let it spread!

- Run!

- Put it out!

Who's done this?

Put it out!

Serafim, fetch water.

Put it all out.

Who's done this?

Come on, run!

Noca, I saw who set

the sugar cane plantation on fire.

It was Besouro.

It's all surrounded,

colonel.

- Who's on top Jacu hill?

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