Dona Flor and Her Two Husbands

SUNDAY MORNING -- CARNIVAL 1943

Just look at that BROAD!

He's dead!

Vadinho, brother...

What'd they do to you?

It's only a joke. He's pulling our legs.

I wonder what it is,

I wonder what it is, my love,

that never gives me peace, my love,

that makes love hurt so.

Could it be time for him to leave,

is that why he always leaves,

could he be in bad company,

could he be a child teasing me,

does he never tire of challenge?

He knows no peace, nor ever will,

he has no rest, nor ever will,

he has no limits.

DONA FLOR AND HER TWO HUSBANDS

What could it be, that's like a drink, but never enough,

that's like being sick of happiness,

that no 10 commandments can ever include,

that no ointment can ever relieve,

nor any evil eye, in all of Bahia,

nor all the Saints? . . What could it be...

that has no control, nor ever will,

that has no shame, nor ever will,

that has no reason ?

They should toss in a chip.

Number 17, his favorite at roulette.

He liked this coffin best of all.

I wanted to bring it myself.

It hit the boy hard. He was very fond of him.

We were like brothers.

His wedding ring? He never wore it.

Sold it the day before the wedding to bet on the lottery.

Because he'd dreamt of an ostrich.

Is it true he beat up Dona Flor?

You bet he did!

Hurry up, folks are waiting!

Sofia, bring in the sweets.

Not only beat her up... He also gambled all her money away.

Pitanga liqueur or cachaga?

What caused his death, Dona Norma?

What hit him?

Actually, there're many causes...

Liver and kidneys worn out...

heart tom to pieces, the lungs...

Hell of a life!

Vadinho and I were close buddies.

When I learned of his unfortunate death...

I broke out in verses...

spontaneously, disorganized...

as in a modem elegy, without a rhyme.

He was a scrapper.

Dona Flor accept my sincere sympathy...

You're welcome to call on me for whatever you need.

Never will another man have such intimacy with the stars

the dice and the whores.

The gamblers and black women of Bahia are mourning.

Roulette wheels will stop for one minute...

Flags at half-mast in every cathouse...

Asses sobbing in despair!

Dear, sit down for a moment.

You've suffered enough in his hands. Rest now.

I feel fine, mother.

You really hated his guts!

You bet I did.

He was a gigolo and a shameless drunkard.

A swindler, a penniless gambler, a bum!

Pushing his way into my family.

Carrying my daughter away to live at her expense.

The man is dead now, you shouldn't talk like that.

I cried my eyes out when Flor left home... 7 years ago now.

7 years are not 7 days.

Now I can breathe free.

I've got my daughter back.

Divine understanding for he who lived for his friends.

Mercy and happiness for him in thy holy peace.

God almighty Thou hast so decided...

Let us pray that He receiveth our brother in his glory...

and he shall be delivered of all sins. Amen.

Your husband was tops.

I brought you some tea.

Thanks, I don't want any.

I didn't ask, drink up!

Cheer up, love!

It's good for you. You'll feel better.

Have some more.

Crabmeat "muqueca ".

Vadinho's favourite dish.

Wash crabs thoroughly in lemon water.

Long enough to clean them but not so that you wash out

the taste of the sea. Put them in a frying pan.

Carefully, because it's a very tricky dish.

Add 4 tomatoes...

one green pepper, one onion...

sliced into rings to give it a nice appearance.

And when all is well cooked...

add coconut milk and "dendê" oil.

Serve it hot, as I always did.

His teeth bit the soft shell crabs...

his lips turned yellow from the "dendê" oil.

Never again his lips, his tongue...

Never again his mouth burning with raw onion.

What's the matter?

You'd think it was our first time.

Why be ashamed when it's God's wish?

He said it Himself:

"Go on, children, screw and make babies."

If it weren't His wish...

...He'd create all men without balls.

Cut that out, Vadinho!

Your little hairless pussy!

So lovely and beautiful!

I made a blind bet... asked for 3 cards.

I had this feeling four queens were coming.

And they did!

I can't believe my eyes!

On his wedding day!

He's a crazy nut...

but he's great!

Surprise, surprise!

We have a present for you.

We wanted to give it to you at your last stag party...

but the motherfucker didn't tum up.

I didn't have to

Vadinho never says goodbye!

Great, that's terrific!

We girls wish you and your wife happiness, lots of happiness!

A pinch of salt,

and just a little black pepper.

Four tomatoes.

Peeled?

Yes, and also without the seeds. That's very important.

Enough Chili pepper.

Add the cleaned shrimps to the stew cooked in oil...

and the other ingredients.

The shrimp "quibebe" is a dish...

that pleases all tastes.

But it's a mistake to think it's easily made.

Cooked wrongly it can tum out a disaster.

Let's now talk about our next cookery class.

We'll make a "sarapatel".

Write down the ingredients you have to bring.

Pork, lamb or ox parts...

3 bunches of coriander, 1 leaf of laurel...

Pepper...

one onion, garlic...

fat and animal blood.

Did you take note? Thanks, Sofia.

To the stew you also add pumpkin...

cut into small pieces.

I'll take a small piece, this size.

Stir in the stew...

the small bits of pumpkin.

Let it cook until the pumpkin is soft.

See that it's salty enough. When the "quibebe" is ready...

put it in a bowl and garnish it with sliced tomatoes...

onion rings and green pepper.

I advise you to serve it with rice...

but you can also serve it plain.

This dish is your masterpiece! Just super!

Aren't you having some cake?

Sure I am, honey.

Coffee is almost ready. The water is boiling.

I'm late for an important engagement.

Are you coming home early?

A client! The Paraiso Funeral Home will pack another one!

Close that thing up!

To die, to sleep...

no peace.

By sleep to say we end!

1 bet 500 it's a male corpse.

Have respect for the dead!

1 bet 500 it's a female corpse.

700... female corpse!

Is it male or female?

The corpse. Male or female?

The name's Darci de Oliveira.

Then it could be either.

For instance, our first lady was Darci Vargas...

This one's a man, isn't it?

How do I know?

Pricks or pussies, I see no difference. All I do is bury them.

The bet is off!

What size's the coffin?

Six feet long.

Darci de Oliveira, a six-foot woman? Not even in a circus!

Vadinho, I'm talking to you.

I want you to take me to the casinos.

I said I don't want you in those places.

What they say about me is enough.

You won't take me so I won't meet your chicks.

They're trash, Flor...

trash to kill time.

For me there's only you.

Do you swear?

Sometimes I think we could be...

...a couple like any other.