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PREVIOUSLY…

Relax, I won't rat you out.

If I knew the master, he'd kick both of us out.

If you win, you can keep half of the pot.

FOR RENT OFFICE SPACE

Imagine teaching Copacabana, master.

My scholarship allows me to take someone with me on the trip.

Then I can say you're my companion.

-Do you have any plaster? -I'll ask the store to deliver it here.

Hey, you bought so much paint that I had to call everyone.

Couldn't leave work yesterday, brother.

-Is he in there? -No.

He hasn't arrived yet, or will he be back later?

How did he knock my father down with a slashed throat?

Why the hell did he leave Caxias and come to Xerém?

The kid came to train with us. Your father ran a razor

on the kid's chest.

Then the other one came band a kicked him.

-I ran away to protect you. -You ran away 'cause you wanted to.

What about practical classes? We're not having them?

Prove to me that you can control yourself.

-She'd be in trouble without us. -Where were you yesterday?

-What? -How are you making that money?

Who did you put in the hospital?

I just wanted to know if this guy

has anything to do with you being in a wheelchair.

Are you a cop?

Do I look like a cop?

Never seen a fight like that…

…nobody can stop that guy.

It feels like his power comes from somewhere else.

If I talk too much, they will kill me.

To fight, you need to be invited by someone from the club.

You'll see. I'll become a master before you.

No way, dude. You're weak. You can't even fight right.

I'll show you who's weak, come here.

-Fuck you, man. -Come on.

Hands on the wall.

Put your fucking hands on the wall. Are you deaf?

No, man, hang on. Look at that.

Let's go, or those pigs will come after us, man.

Let's go.

Holy shit, man!

-Master! -Whoa, whoa.

-Stop, stop, stop. -They know me, I'm not a criminal.

-We're ordered to take all suspects. -It's a standard, shut up.

You crazy? Master is not a criminal.

Defend yourself before charged, you're guilty.

-Right, Rocha? -Crazy? Both, on the wall!

They're children. Hang on!

Hands on the wall. Look ahead, look fucking ahead.

What the fuck is this?

What the fuck is this, kid?

Look what I found, sergeant.

-Why do you have this? -Quit it.

-Do you think you're brave? -Look at that!

-Do you know my intention with this? -Sergeant, take it easy. They're two kids.

-Kids, my ass. They are scumbags! -We're not scumbags. Lil' nigga!

-What are you on about? -Don't even try it, step back.

-What are you on about, you nigger? -He's saying we have names.

Really? You have a name then.

-Ouch! -No!

Run, run, run, shit! Run, run!

Let's go, man!

Fucking stop! Come back here!

-Let's go! Go! -Let's go!

-Oh! Go. -Go on, go on!

Calm down.

-Oh, oh! -Shit!

-Oh, oh! Keep it down! -Shit, man!

-Listen up! -Why did you have a razor?

That's why I said we had to leave, man!

-You had the razor! -It's your fault! Keep it down!

Holy fuck, man! Who's that other asshole there now?

-Let me see, man. -What happened?

-I can't hear anything. -You've killed a policeman.

-Stay put! -It's the vision.

-Stay there! -I can't! It's the vision!

A black body falling down.

It's your fault! All yours!

Slowly.

Is he dead? Shit.

They've killed the master. Shit, the cop is dead as well!

-You killed him. -Me? It was your fault.

Come on, let's go.

-Come on, man. Let's go! Let's go, man. -Oh!

This cord you earned is going to stay with you forever.

May the ancestors…

Welcome you joyfully.

Come on, bro.

If we tell the truth, she will tell Dinho everything.

-Then our lives are over. -It will be hard.

-We've killed one of them, a cop… -One of them? We left Vendaval and ran!

Not the time for that!

Everything you told Master Ouro, tell her the same thing.

If we don't do that…

Forget it. It's over.

Those initiated into the mystery…

Don't die.

Those initiated into the mystery go to Itunlá.

The house of rebirth.

Mom?

Mother Benvinda!

Hi, son!

You're here so late. Is everything all right?

I'm still very sad about the master.

But we've got to move on as best as we can.

Could you call Noivo for me?

He didn't tell you?

My child. After everything that happened,

he wanted to go back to his family's house.

I know how much he means to you, son.

But you also have to find the strength to move on.

I want to leave.

I wanted to get some money and live by myself somewhere.

I have no privacy here.

-And how are you going to make money? -I don't know.

I just don't want to work at a supermarket.

Aunt Glória wants you to be a judge.

-Do you think I have what it takes? -Definitely not!

With the new Constitution, maybe a prosecutor.

Attorney General. But a judge?

-It's not a good idea. -And would prosecutor be a good idea?

Stop that.

-Good morning, Master. -Good morning.

I want to talk about Veneno.

I'm worried about him.

Veneno, where's the money coming from?

A bouncer doesn't make that money.

Well, my work is appreciated, Master.

You're lying to me.

I've known you since youth.

I see you as a son, Veneno.

But making a master out of you is my responsibility.

I can't have someone at Capoeira Fiel…

Who goes against our principles.

I don't want to promote only Noivo to master.

As long as you're involved…

In whatever it is you're involved in…

You're no longer an assistant master here.

But, Master…

Get your head straight.

It's your choice.

You.

Destroy him.

So, you're the rising star, right?

-I've seen you fight, you're good. -I heard good things about you as well.

I think someone will be defeated here for the first time.

What's that?

We're opponents, not enemies.

Son of a bitch! Fuck!

-Chill. -Fuck!

-Save this anger for the ring. -You're an asshole, man.

-I have lot to lose. -We all have lot to lose.

-Cut the crap! -This guy cut me!

What is that? Beat him. Knock him out.

But only after the bets are settled!

Shit!

Ladies and gentlemen,

-are you ready? -Yes!

It's time for the great fight!

You're hurt, I'll knock you down.

Just fall when it starts and we'll split the pot.

I've bet all my winnings on myself, it's a lot of money.

Come on, bro, come on.

How about now, folks? Are we going to have a new number one?

Get out of the corner! Get out of the corner!

Hey, bro… The fucking fight!

Ladies and gentlemen, with the impressive record

of 15 wins in a row, we have a new number one!

Enough with the waiting, Luzia. He's not coming.

What are you…

-Shit, we have to make a living. -But…

You… you fight here?

No, I work here.

I work for Hector.

So, you already knew that I… that I… I was…

I did.

-Did you bring Nuno here? -Of course not.

No, he just showed up here.

-How long have you been working here? -Shit.

Since I left the police force.

So, you've been lying to everyone for a long time.

You, on the other hand have been lying for a shorter time.

Listen…

-let's keep the girls out of this. -Shit.

Shit, Dinho! That's fucked up!

Man, we're not stealing anything, we're not killing anyone.

-They're here cause they want to be here. -Or because they need to.

Listen, I know you're doing it because of Ventania. Me too.

So, you don't bite my hand, and I won't bite yours. Let's go!

-Good morning, Master Noivo. -Not Master. Just Noivo.

What are we learning today? Martelo cruzado? Armada de cost as?

Upside-down aú?

-I've want to learn too. -Inverted Angola.

Wow! What's that move? Is it new?

It's not a move. It's a beat.

Today's lesson, playing the berimbau.

-Are you kidding me? -No.

First samba, now berimbau? When are you teaching me a real move?

There's a Yoruba proverb that says,

"The water in a pot that boils too much spills"

"and puts out the fire that keeps that water warm."

What? What do you mean by that?

That if you had passed the samba test,

I would have considered teaching you some moves today.

How come I didn't pass? I beat the hell out of that jerk.

A good capoeirista comes back with spotless clothes.

You lost your head and came back dirty like a pig.

I see. So, it's better to lose clean than to win dirty?

No, Ventania.

It's better not to spill your water, so you won't put out your own fire.

Listen, I just want the best for you.

If you don't want to train with me, it's okay. You can go home.

No? So, let's go.

The berimbau has three parts. The stick, the string and the gourd.

The stick can be made of biriba, Jacaranda, any hardwood.

Can you smile? That's it. You're learning to play berimbau.

Be happy. Let's go. Well.

You know, that thing costs seven million cruzeiros.

I'm having to fight so I can get that money.

Copacabana is expensive, right?

Copacabana is a shop window, you know?

So, much so that you own a nightclub there.

Yeah, but I already have the money, honey.

-Let me tell you something. -What?

I can get you some investors.

-Hmm. -Really?

Uh-huh.

Let's go, let me see the move. Queixada in and move to the back.

Move on top of him. Good!

Good, that's it, you've got the move. That's it for today, guys.

We'll keep that same line of work all week, okay?

And remember, Capoeira…

Is about showing what's inside of you.

That's it. See you tomorrow. Can you help me tidy it up?

What's up? I just came to get some of my stuff, okay?

And then?

I don't know.

I had an idea.

He put in a loaf of bread!

So, Master Ouro.

Here.

We've been having friction…

We're friends, man…

-Hey, you would love Paris. -Luzia said it's beautiful.

Hell yeah.

Hi.

-Hi! -How are you?

We're better now.

Well, listen, would you have one of those to sell to us?

Come on, babe. Do you think we look like drug dealers?

-No, no, no… -No!

…It's not that. It's just… It's because we're craving one

and we were wondering if you knew where we could buy one.

Yes, I know. Actually, there's a place back here, at PPG.

-Pavão, Pavãozinho, Galo. -Well, could you go there for us?

We can pay extra.

Worse than drug dealers,

they think we're fixers.

Of course I can go there. I just won't accept that extra.

Okay. Okay… That one is… is our friend, Alfredo.

-Oh, there's a friend? Hm. -Uh-huh. Yeah.

He's coming with us, okay?

Hey, shithead, stop right there, stop. Pull over here. Go there.

Whoa, shit. He'll be busted. Let's go.

What were you doing? You got back quickly.

-You look like a scumbag, you know? -No.

But you look like a thug, you know?

That earring? What's up with it?

Let's get out. We'll be caught.

-Calm down. -Whoa, whoa. What's that?

Cool? I'll check you out to see if everything is okay.

Let's figure out what the situation is.

…cool.

Just for you to see we're cool, here's his wallet.

-Let's see for anything illegal. -Sure, go ahead.

You're good, you're good. Here. You can go.

-Thanks. -Thanks.

Let's go, dude.

You were about to fuck it up, right?

-Where is Alfredo? -Alfredo panicked,

left the car and went to take a taxi.

-Hey, open up that hood, babe. -Why? Don't you like this AC?

No, it's cool, but open the hood so we can have a little fun.

Now, we're talking.

So, have you got it?

Of course not, right? Stop at that corner.

Look at that, you've become a playboy?

How about this car, man?

When are you taking me for a ride in this car?

I can't take you for a ride now. I'm on a mission.

-Cool, dude. -How's everything?

Those motherfuckers are always trying to rip off potheads.

It's getting tough, man.

Thanks for helping me out, kid. I owe you one, okay?

Right on, bro. Thanks.

Okay, cheers.

So, we're going to a party. Are you up for it?

I gotta go to France.

Cool.

But I'm not going.

Do you want to go instead?

I can't now.

I feel like things will work out now.

Hey.

What is it that's going to work out? Tell me your plan.

At the right time, you'll find out. Trust me. It will be good for everyone.

See? Didn't I tell you I know how to play it?

Let me try.

No, hang on, let me help you with that. That's it.

Stop it!

So, the good news is that Hector is dying to show you off to his friends.

He wants to arrange a dinner at our house tomorrow, okay?

Do you think this is a good idea?

Yes, it was his idea. Didn't you want to meet the investors?

-Yes. -So?

Now, they are the ones who want to meet you, love.

Enjoy it.

Hot stud.

Hmm.

You trained Capoeira for a long time?

You're rusty, but you look like you trained when you were younger.

Man, I am rusty. I trained in my teens.

I stopped a long time ago. Now, that I'm older, I'm back.

Oh, yeah? Why did you stop?

Family trauma.

Family is really tough and complicated.

Yeah. It's fucked up.

My dad he was a policeman.

He died on duty.

Shit. I'm so sorry.

It's okay.

-It's been long… -There's something odd about him.

-You? -I'll call Master Ouro.

Can you wait for the students?

Hey!

Hey, baldy!

-Are you talking to me? -I need to talk to Veneno's boss.

-Who are you? -Noivo da Vida.

He's not in today.

-Do you know where I can find him? -No idea. He's the owner.

Are you all right?

-I'm a capoeirista. -Cool. I'm a bartender.

So, are you ordering anything, or are you just here to chat?

Give me the strongest shot you have.

Come in.

Yves!

Hi. You look hot. New blazer?

Stop it!

-Honey? -Yes?

My champion…

…look.

Give it up for the champion, huh?

-There's someone here I want you to meet. -Yes.

Yes. Hans! Hans! Look who's here.

-The great Veneno da Madrugada. -Nice to meet you.

To me, you're the new Besouro Mangangá.

Off the booze for him. He's talking nonsense.

-Wait, I've brought you a book. -Oh.

Hans is a great researcher in Brazilian culture

at the University of Tübingen.

He comes from a very wealthy German family.

He invests in businesses.

-He likes to see bloodshed sometimes. -Nobody is perfect.

-Nobody is perfect. -I really want to know your opinion.

-Why my opinion? -It's about Capoeira.

What do I have to do with it?

To the new Besouro!

His instinct is phenomenal.

-Not only instinct, it's intelligence. -Yeah.

Well, speaking of such, Veneno has a great business idea.

His job is Capoeira, my love.

Well, on the street where the nightclub is,

there are several other clubs that put on shows,

samba shows for… for bedazzled gringos.

Sorry, with all due respect.

-But there aren't any Capoeira shows. -It's obvious.

Samba has mulatto girls wearing bikinis.

Well, in Europe, there are people who spend quite a lot of money

to have that show, and they want to learn it.

This is true.

And at the same time, there in Xerém,

the best Capoeira school that I know, that school can't really make ends meet.

And what's your idea?

Well, the idea is to rent a space in Copacabana,

to have it as a school during the day, a Capoeira academy,

and at night, a show venue.

-So, those who like the show can enroll. -Exactly.

This boy has an eye for business, yeah.

And who's going to manage this great idea?

I am, actually. But I just need an investment.

What are you gonna do when the numbers don't add up?

-Do a Capoeira kick on the calculator? -No.

-I've learned a lot at the nightclub. -Oh. As a cleaner?

Veneno…

-You're a great stallion, you know? -Hmm.

But that doesn't make you the owner of the stables.

-Hans, Demi-sec or brut? -Demi-sec.

Man, I need to fight. Give me a contact.

It's easy! Just flirt with a big guy's girlfriend.

I'm serious. Your boss will like me.

I've told you. I don't know what you're talking about.

Look at that.

Let her go!

Get away from me. Hey! Hey! Get out!

Hey, let go.

Come on. The pigs are coming for us!

Look at Eduardo!

Down covered in blood!

Blood.

Motherfucker!

Son of a bitch!

Let's go. Asshole!

I'm sorry. I don't know how to apologize.

I knew it wouldn't work, that cuckold!

Hector is right.

Gringos want to see dancers wearing bikinis.

So, the show has to be a mixture of Capoeira and samba.

As for the classes,

people are more attracted to contemporary Capoeira than Angola.

You don't want to fall behind, do you?

If you want to have a meeting with me, I'm at this hotel. Until Sunday.

Hey, hey, hey! Hey! You!

I reconsidered what you were asking me for.

Is everything all right?

-Here, ma'am. Thank you. -Thanks.

-Good afternoon. -Good afternoon.

-Are you lost, man? -I came to sort something out near here.

You and your things.

And I wanted to ask you something as well.

What is it?

Listen.

I'm a capoeirista,

-I'm not Carmen Miranda. -Stop being a fool, Noivo.

If we can, it'll be good for Capoeira Fiel.

That's your takeaway from Fiel's legacy?

Pseudo-classes for playboys, and shows for tourists?

Saying that is easy when you're the tourist, right?

I left my whole life here behind to cover up for the shit you did.

-Because I'm your friend. -No.

You left us here to travel the world.

I stayed here covering up for your bullshit.

Because I am your friend. You coward.

-I shouldn't have come back. -You bet.

Veneno, if you're really my friend…

I'll give you a last chance.

Where is your money coming from?

Will you marry me?

Yes.

PHILOSOPHY OF CAPOEIRA

Those gringos, they don't know shit and want to write fucking books about it.

Godfather?

Godfather?

Here, my dear. I'll bet more.

-All this money? -Yeah.

On you?

Who do you want me to bet on?

-Dear. -There's a good guy today.

I've beaten everyone here.

-Not him. -Yeah, okay. Thanks.

More.

Ladies and gentlemen, we have fresh meat today.

And he came to challenge our number one.

The bets are open.

We have another capoeirista here at the Ring of Blood.

IN THE NEXT EPISODES OF CAPOEIRAS

They're from my hood.

-It's quite hard for me there. -Hard for you, not for me, okay?

If you're proud of doing it, why didn't you tell anyone?

I'm doing this because of what we hid in the past.

A master doesn't only need skills. He needs to be a role model!

You think I'll be an example of growth if I accept what's left for us?

We need to know who's the king we want to have in our palace.

I feel someone's departure.