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I'm going back to Gerson. I need to know what happened to him.

I gotta know if he's dead because of me.

Yeah, it's likely.

Because of the game too, right?

Gerson, he wasn't a saint, you know?

Yeah.

Fuck, it's still a goddamn mess, though.

In any case, if Búfalo did kill him, then he's clearly not very smart.

I gotta figure out how to make this plan work.

Shh, shh, shh!

Come on, you little bitch.

Get him up.

So where'd you put my machines?

What machines?

So it's gonna be like this? Tortuga, the hammer.

You really gonna make me clean this fucking gym all over again?

I gotta get it all messy? Can't you just tell me where the fuck my machines are?

Chill, man, explain.

What machines, what?

Okay, I'll explain.

This hammer here will rip apart your hands

in order to teach you not to be a fucking thief.

Where are my machines, motherfucker?

Is it because of Gerson? Calm down!

Calm down.

Calm down?

I saw you were pissed at that bitch.

You should be pissed off at him.

I'm pissed because you jacked my fucking machines!

Where'd you put them, you fucking bitch-ass?

You're pissed because he wasn't earning money.

That's why you're mad.

Just ask him why I was even there.

Yeah, sure, let's throw a fucking seance and ask Gerson's ghost about it.

Or I can just smoke you so you can ask him yourself.

You're saying the machines weren't earning enough, right?

I don't think he was stealing from you.

I think he just wasn't smart enough for this job.

I just grabbed an opportunity.

Ah, pay attention, guys.

We thought we got a thief, but we got a hustler.

So, tell me…

You hit a bicheiro, man.

Someone who wants to help make those dens money, for everybody here.

I know that napkin isn't exactly a business plan.

But I was trying to demonstrate to Gerson how to make a profit.

Just like my brother over there trying to free himself.

What the fuck? Hey!

Don't even think about it.

I propose a plan.

In six months, I double your profits.

Hey, man, you better be careful with what you're promising.

Are you sure you can deliver that?

Definitely.

Shit happens. I'll pay you the difference.

Hmm.

If you don't do what you're telling us,

you know that you're fucked.

You understand?

-I understand. -Mmm.

All right then, bicheiro.

I'll give you three months.

Let's go.

You got three months!

RULERS OF FORTUNE

With your bare hands?

I know it's easy for you,

but nobody does that, Búfalo.

Gerson was my father's partner.

This is gonna make people too nervous to work with us.

They better be fucking nervous.

The Board will think you're disrespecting my father, who's still alive.

I'm the disrespected one here, Suzy.

Damn!

He went out of his way to make me look bad to all the Board members.

No way.

Look, if he had at least betrayed you…

Maybe he did.

So what if you tell the Board what happened?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll get them to see reason.

No profit in stealing machines.

Couldn't predict Gerson would betray me.

He was jealous of me.

Sure.

That's it.

He turned his back on you.

They'll respect you more. You solved the theft issue.

Yeah. Don't worry, I replaced him with a new kid.

Smarter than Gerson.

Got spunk.

It'll work out.

The game is changing.

And here's the face of it.

I couldn't reply to your message.

There some kind of issue?

It wasn't safe to see you earlier.

I talked to my partners.

We'll pay.

There's no chance of this partnership failing.

That's not what they're looking for.

They want a fall guy with pedigree.

They'll siphon off your money to build up their business.

Then they will launder it into their offshore accounts.

If it goes south, you're the scapegoat.

Those sons of bitches.

I want to get our people inside there too.

-You are inside. -Someone with the power to make decisions.

Someone who can turn everything in your favor.

We'll be playing the long game, but it's safer.

Then, when we get it all, we'll have a complete takeover.

Okay.

I've already found the perfect person. His name is Profeta.

I closed the deal, Mr. Nélio.

Thirty dens that used to be Gerson's.

Didn't go exactly how I planned, but it's done.

Good. Now hold down the fort.

Let's see how well you handle yourself.

Gotta work on Gerson's guys. They've been with him for a while.

Oh, look at that.

Corleone!

Hey, boss, look who's here. You here to see me or Corleone?

I'm here for the horse, for Corleone.

-I see. -Turbocharged and pumped.

-What a beauty. All set for today? -Yes.

-You sure? -We'll win, trust me.

-Ooh-- -I guarantee it.

What is this here?

Why are you so flashy?

Oh, come on, Godfather. I'm keepin' it real.

You see, Xavier? See?

You raise the boy into a man, give him the best you can offer,

and he shows up wearing a god-damned earring.

You believe it? I mean…

I'm joking, I'm joking.

Although let's be real. Let me ask you something.

Women like that?

So much, Godfather. It's a huge success.

I hereby forgive you. You're absolved of all your sins.

Now, then…

Don't let the bling go too much to your head, okay?

Promise? Hmm?

-Good luck! -Thank you.

It's pure gold, that earring.

And the necklace as well.

Hmm.

Hmm?

-They're here. -We'll just talk, got it?

We won't roll over for these guys, but let's not press 'em too hard either.

So most of you have no idea who I am.

Jefferson Moraes.

But everybody calls me Profeta.

This here is my brother Nélio.

We all call him Nelinho, so people aren't too scared of him.

We know we came in at a bad time for you.

Gerson was a real legend.

-Taking over his dens will be a challen-- -I got a question.

Who the fuck are you to come in and take over? No one here knows you.

-Who am I talking to? -André.

My nickname, it was given to me by my uncle, Gerson Januário.

It means "crazy," but I'm the sanest man here.

Very sorry for your uncle.

But if you plan on interrupting me again, you can leave.

I'm a bicheiro like all of you.

And I'm here to do what I did with the game in Campos.

Modernize it.

Make more of a profit.

And if we all work together and help each other out,

then everybody wins.

That's some bullshit.

-You got something to say? -Relax.

We wanna know how you plan on actually making

real money with this modernization thing.

Because, man, open your eyes.

It won't be that easy. You see how few we've got?

-Tião, right? -Yeah.

The bigger the take, the bigger the pay.

-Simple as that. -Simple my ass, bro.

How old even are you? Just some punk-ass kid.

You wanna shit on what my uncle spent his whole life building?

André, just calm down.

Don't, man.

Jorge Guerra was my age when he became his father-in-law's manager.

So I respect Jorge.

And Gerson, and Búfalo.

But not Maluco.

You wanna follow him,

door's right there.

Ah, come on, man. Don't do this.

Goddamn, I told you, Sancho. Maluco's nuts.

Galego.

So… did you come to bet on my horse?

I mean, why not?

I really came to tell you we figured out who-

Shh. Shh. Shh.

Shh.

I found out who was scamming us with our slots.

I…

And who was it?

It was Gerson.

We can't trust anyone anymore, not these days.

After 30 years of loyalty.

Hmm.

Know what that says?

It says you were nothing more than a sucker to them.

Still, you did well.

That's the best way to fix things.

So well played.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Well, it's done.

He didn't even ask about the machines.

Hey, Moacir!

You good? Good to see you.

Galego.

Hey, doctor.

How are you?

I'm well, how are you?

-All good? -All good.

Hey, Leilinha.

This here is Audrey, my dermatologist.

Remember?

Pleasure.

How lovely.

Thank you.

So you're the one responsible for my husband's transformation.

Doesn't he look refreshed?

Yeah.

I would never have guessed.

Are you betting aggressively?

He's totally addicted.

I work with all sorts.

But animals are still beyond me.

I have to dash.

I can only bet 10,000.

If you're right, our losses won't be too bad.

Maluco is a wild card.

He's real smart at times, but he's got a fucking short fuse.

I wouldn't stick out my neck for him..

The problem is, Profeta, it's…

Fuck, I'll just say it.

The office we're in?

That chair you're sitting on?

It was Gerson's well before you even, excuse me, had hair on your ball sack.

Now here you are.

You grabbed it all, nothing in return.

Rayane needs money, she and her daughter.

I'm trying to help, but I've got my own family to think of.

I'll handle the widow.

What about you?

What can I offer you to make absolutely certain that you stay by my side, Tião?

And your people too.

Now we're on the same page.

Here's my take, Profeta. Spend some time to really get comfortable.

Feel me? Then you can chip away at the rest of them,

try to do small favors.

Maybe you can even work things out with Maluco.

After that, we can figure out

what can be done for the neighborhood, all right?

All right, Tião.

Christ, that Maluco's a real fucking pain in my ass. Goddammit, man.

If the pain's small, we simply patch it over.

If it's big, we dig it out and throw it away.

Just because he disagreed?

It's the first block of a castle, Nélio.

If it's not secure, the whole thing crumbles.

But we're gonna fix this mess.

And they're in the final stretch!

Corleone holds the lead, with Tofi and Al Hakiri just behind.

Wait, it looks like Cometa is gaining ground.

Corleone is pushing up the rail, with Al Hakiri advancing on him!

Al Hakiri overtakes Tofi!

And Al Hakiri passes Corleone!

It's all but over folks

and they cross the finish line.

Al Hakiri in first, followed by Corleone in second,

and Tofi in third.

Cometa takes fourth…

I'll send someone over to check it out.

We gotta get a new cook, too.

Profeta?

Get in.

-You insane? Giving me orders, bro? -Not me. Dona Leila Fernandez.

Like some?

No, thanks.

I don't drink when working.

Whatever we talk about stays on this boat.

Follow me.

Let's see how good a player you are.

I'll begin.

What's your ultimate goal?

Business goal?

Life goal?

Or romance?

Only one of those matters to me.

Over 300 dens in Rio.

That's all?

You think I'm bluffing?

No, just lying. Bluffing is entirely different--

As far as I've heard,

the secret to success is the secret itself.

That's right.

But to manage 300 spots in Rio, you'll need to get on the Board.

I'm willing to help you.

And in return?

I suppose I might want you to look after my interests there.

All due respect, Dona Leila, isn't Galego looking after your interests?

First, get out of here with "Dona Leila."

Second of all, Galego only looks after his own interests.

There once was a time when we had common interests. Now less so.

How do you know I won't share all of this with Galego?

As far as I know, the biggest banker in Rio is him.

You're just a woman who's unhappy in her marriage.

That's the problem, kid.

You don't know anything at all about me.

The owner of this boat protects me against anyone in my way.

So we're dealing with three players?

That's right, once you join.

In exchange for my expertise regarding the Board

and the money I've already fronted you.

This pot's getting too big for me.

That is how I like to win. Without ever showing my cards.

But I'll play it open, since you're a beginner.

If I really were a beginner,

I wouldn't have folded at just the right time, would I?

This is Rio de Janeiro, Profeta.

You need to learn that everyone who is anyone bets big here.

You either accept the risk, or you walk away from the table.

And what do you get out of this?

I get a better position in the game.

Someone on the Board who is more willing to share power with me.

Your husband finds out about this, you're finished.

He'll kill us.

Ah, but if we win, then you get onto the Board

and I'll be off to France.

Where should we begin?

We've already begun.

At the wedding.

Only open when I say so, okay?

Okay, open.

DERMATOLOGY CLINIC

It's too much for me, Galeguinho.

I know, but why not? Right, baby?

Don't ever think of this as too much.

All right?

If you want to have your own clinic,

then you should have the finest clinic in town.

Galego!

My love!

It's unreal.

Motherfucking son of a bitch.

What is it?

Xavier found out the boy had thrown the race deliberately.

What really bothers me?

I paid for his school, his transportation, his food…

Ah, fuck him, you know?

It's barely chump change, peanuts in the end.

Still though. Did he have to?

You gave him more than just that.

Also, a lot of trust.

You get me, darling, right?

He can't get away with it.

Hmm?

No one can do that to Galego Fernandez.

They can only do that with Galego Fernandez.

No fucking way, Leila. This shit's not my bag. I'm not a gigolo.

You're already doing it, just for nothing.

You won't be using Mirna.

She's going to use you.

She wants a place on the Board,

but without a man, she can't come within reach.

With her, you're just some punk from Campos,

a nobody.

Not gonna tell me what you think?

If it wasn't good I wouldn't go around repeating it.

Good to know.

But I'm talking about me taking Gerson's dens.

You didn't know?

Goddamn Búfalo never tells me anything.

I don't wanna badmouth your brother-in-law. He's my boss, y'know?

Still, he was wrong to not consult you.

-Don't pretend you know how I work. -I know your reputation.

You revolutionized your family name.

I do want your take on something.

Hmm.

I want to open a bingo hall.

And also open up a sports betting venue at the bar.

Do you have one of those?

No.

Seems pretty stupid, yeah?

Dropping cash on something you don't even own.

We gotta get on board or get left behind. They're popular.

And I'll make it profitable.

Explain.

The neighborhood's full of old guys

who don't know how to gamble online,

make an account, use credit cards, nothing.

They're at the bar, they've got cash, and they wanna bet?

They bet right at the bar.

If they have cash, they pay me a betting fee

and a percentage of the profit.

And if they don't have cash, that's no problem.

I loan it to them

and charge them a high interest rate.

If their bet pays off, I earn more.

If they lose, I get the fee.

It's zero risk.

You mean one of those accounts making all those bets?

That's a giant red flag.

You'll get caught in no time.

But here's what you could do.

What?

I know a guy who can create ghost accounts on various betting sites.

You can get a few accounts,

a bunch of different cards, keep it all clean.

You don't wanna be partners?

I'm the owner, Profeta.

I'm hanging back on the bench for now.

Just for now, Mirna.

I know, Jean Luc...

I know. But I'll need an extra month.

Was it that awful?

Jean-Luc doesn't understand the subtleties of Brazil.

Idiot!

He didn't get the lessons you had here.

Did you talk about Profeta?

No.

He's going to be the secret weapon in our arsenal.

Why "arsenal"?

With blackjack, you must always have an extra hand.

It increases your chances of winning,

having more cards on the table.

So the Board in one hand,

Profeta in the other, you need more?

I'm vying for Brasília.

-Brasília? -Mm-hmm.

You don't know Brazil, Laurent.

There's a risk the Board will find out.

You know what's risky?

You no longer being the mistress, and just being a basic advisor.

But I'm not going to let you make the same mistake twice.

So, Rayane…

I called you here to discuss how we're gonna split up the profits.

Is Búfalo the one making you do this?

No.

-Whoa, you can't go in there. -That's my mom. You not gonna let me in?

Asshole.

You were at the bicheiro's meeting, right?

What are you even doing here, Tamires?

I was explaining to your mom, Tamires,

that I'll pass on a share of the profits to you.

All I want from this space is the office and the game earnings.

Anything else's all yours.

That's all?

All this belonged to my father.

It belonged to the Guerras.

I'm doing this out of respect for your father.

Anything else you'll have to earn.

-I wanna work as a bicheiro. -Your father never allowed it, Tamires.

You wanna jump on his grave and spit on his corpse?

You'll make more than any bicheiro here. You could even go to college if you want.

I'm not interested in that.

What? Then what are you interested in, Tamires?

You and I have got a deal.

It's fine, let her go.

She's pissed off. Just let her go. It's fine.

It's not about you.

She knows you had nothing to do with Gerson's death.

He was in debt from the machines.

Let me tell you what the deal was with Gerson.

He acted like an ATM machine.

They'd bet all on credit, but he never forced them to pay it back.

Not even his own nephew.

André Maluco?

-Yes. -Did he owe Gerson a lot?

So much.

Huge amount.

Gerson said around 40,000, but, oh, it's most likely more.

I'll take care of it for you.

Yo, can I talk to you for a sec?

Oh, goddammit.

That punk send you to me?

Why don't you tell him to come face me like a man?

You're gonna have to deal with me. You won't be able to see him.

That so?

What's he gonna do?

Tell Búfalo to kill me, is that it?

Slice my face up so I can be as cute as you?

That was an accident.

Only problem with accidents is there's no room for revenge, huh?

Ah, so you're getting upset over a bunch of bullshit, huh, Nelinho?

You're not ugly in the slightest. You're just different.

You gonna talk like that to your uncle's widow

when she comes to collect her money?

I don't owe that bitch a damn penny! I'm telling you, she's lying!

You've got seven days to pay her what you owe.

All you gotta do is sell the motorcycle.

Fuck you!

Goddamn, why are you so slow? You get wasted last night?

-Hey, Búfalo. -Come on.

-Búfalo, I gotta talk to you. -One, two. Let's go!

-Búfalo, I gotta talk to you! -Fucking say it!

Look, I'm Gerson's nephew. I should be next in line.

Come over here, man.

If "me, me, me" bullshit worked on me, I'd get a cat--

-I'm not "me, me, me." -Don't "what the fuck" me.

-It's about respect. It's my business. -I'm up to here with you.

Are you saying I don't know how to take care of my own business? That right?

Get out of here.

Out, you punk ass!

Go, go, go, go, go, go.

Who even let this asshole in?

Some crazy guy from your area's here.

André Maluco.

Gerson's nephew. Arrogant prick.

He fucking pissed me off.

Take care of it!

Maluco is already digging his grave, that crazy fucker.

-Hey, yo, Tião! -Hey.

-Everything good? -Profeta. Nelinho.

Let's roll.

-My first bingo hall in Rio, Tião. -Goddamn!

You're really rolling in it.

Campos must be like the Ipanema of Norte Fluminense.

I'm all about investing in my community.

That's real great to hear. You're speaking my language.

You know, once you open this joint,

Gerson's name will be all but forgotten.

Especially when word gets out that the best damn bicheiro in Rio

is the one managing the place.

-Whoa. Now, what are you talking about? -Damn, you saying no, Tião?

You crazy?

A fucking amazing offer, man. You kidding me?

Of course I gotta accept it! How can I not? Fuck yeah!

Whoo! Goddamn!

I'm very sorry, but I just can't.

Here in Brazil, we're… let's say, protective to a fault.

That's how this works, deputy.

You're so proud of your illegal industry,

you won't even consider

the entry of independent foreign capital once it's legalized?

Why do you gringos

always think we're gonna roll over like some little dog?

'Cause you wave some money at us?

We don't need to leave here.

It's Rio.

Our Board members,

we know what they do to those who…

get in their way.

Got it?

You know…

When I got here,

I saw the obvious differences between here and France.

But over time,

I started to notice more details.

Little things.

Let's talk about,

your parenting style with kids.

I'll never get it.

No discipline at all.

Doing just whatever.

Like your ten-year-old niece, for example.

Alice.

We're doing fine, but if we let our guard down, they'll run us over.

Keep it up.

-Take five, he's with me. -You're famous now, huh?

I came to ask for an autograph in person, my man.

Other way around, brother. It's like you're a king coming up in here.

Your Bingo games and all that shit. Killing it for real, bro.

Are my messages not getting through, is that it?

Yeah, I meant to respond.

But man, pre-season is fucking tough.

-You coming to the grand opening? -I mean, with all respect…

Things have changed.

I'm in the A Series, bro.

I can't be seen at certain kinds of events. You get it?

-Can't keep showing my face-- -Listen, maestro.

Stop with the "playing the A Series" shit.

I'm asking my old friend from Campos who used to borrow my cleats to play.

That's a real dick move. Low blow.

It'd be worse if they find out you faked yellow cards to make money on gambling.

Remember that?

On ten betting venues.

-That would be a real dick move. -Keep your friends close, huh?

So tell me. When's this thing gonna be?

Fuck, get yourself a horse to carry you, Tortuga.

-That one's for you, big guy! -Thank you.

-Here we go. -Send it…

Game over, fucker. You're done. Shut up.

-The fuck is this? -Quiet!

Come on, fucker. Hand it over.

-You're in some deep shit. -The watch, asshole. The watch.

-I'll find you, you bastard. -Take this shit off!

The wedding ring.

The chain too, you little bitch!

-And that ring. -I can't, it's devotional--

-I can't. -The ring, or I'll fucking shoot you!

Let's go!

Take care of it, you got it?

Check the security footage.

Look everywhere, use your network.

-Just keep this shit under wraps-- -Keep what?

Nothing, Suzy. Go back to sleep.

I'm just…

Why are you using that phone?

Is it some woman? Just say it.

You know I don't do that.

I was leaving the beach when someone robbed me at gunpoint.

He took my ring and my chain, and…

He took your father's ring.

-The fuck, Búfalo? -Well…

Where was your security?

Babe, Tortuga is basically your brother.

He's not fit to be your head of security, got it?

Just relax, I'll handle this, okay?

It'll be fine.

I can get another.

An exact copy, nobody'll notice. Suzy…

Suzy.

Suzana!

Be careful when you return the bike to the rental place.

Nélio said he's going to the opening party.

You ever seen his jaw to the floor, bro?

Then get ready.

He will once he learns

that all this is being paid for by Leila Fernandez and a gringo.

It sucks, right?

Territory in Rio, massive new venue,

Mirna Guerra.

But we can't tell anyone our biggest win.

You don't think he suspects anything?

He will soon enough.

But when he sees the earnings come in, he'll forget all about it.

And Leila Fernandez?

Do you trust her?

I do and I don't.

But I've studied every side of this, man.

It's not gonna fail.

Hey.

Now this is gonna be a real shot in the dark, for sure.

Is this my father's ring?

How the fuck you get this, huh?

How?

I'm calling Suzana right now. You're crazy!

I go all in, but I'm not crazy, Mirna.

-I know how to read people. -Oh? What can you read in me?

That if the Board wasn't filled with a bunch of old men,

you'd have gotten Jorge's seat long ago.

You've wasted your time thinking you could charm me this way.

No, but I have a proposal.

We get on the Board together. You and I.

If I'd wanted a man to do my dirty work, I'd have found one a long time ago.

I've seen this movie. My father married my mother, took her dens away.

-She was just an accessory. -I wouldn't do that.

This ring means that I wanna be by your side.

I need you to know that you can trust me. If you call Suzana, I'm dead.

Alone, I'll get in the Board in 15 years.

Together, we can get there in two.

Give me a shortcut, and I'll give you a ride.

I'm good without your help, got it?

-I'll open my own casino myself. -You think Búfalo will allow that?

Well, fuck Búfalo!

Suzana's my family.

Hey, Rivs!

Better not polish my ego like you polish your cars.

If you sparkle any brighter, you'll blind the whole world.

You abandoned me, pretty thing.

Who told you to swap me out for that one?

-Oh, now… -You here for me or for Riva?

For Rivs, of course. Who else?

Well…

A casino, Mirna? Really?

What's this bullshit? A casino?

We're trying to legalize gambling and you wanna start something illegal?

-You open a bingo spot every month. -The hell we do.

I'm not opening any new bingo spots.

Those are my partners opening them, not us.

I don't need permission, just giving you a heads--

We can't have that.

I'm the head of this damn family anyway.

And I said no casino.

That means no. Period.

Since you have spare time, how about helping

with our father once in a while? His appointments and medicine.

-Consultations. -Oh, I see.

If you don't take care of Dad, you have nothing to spend time on. That it?

Enough! I'm not gonna let you disrespect my wife in my house, you hear me?

No spoiled girls allowed. Get out!

Fine, fuck it.

Oh, and nothing here is yours, Búfalo. It's all my father's.

Corleone!

Corleone!

What happened to you?

They wouldn't let you win, huh?

Huh? Was that it? Huh?

Did they apologize to you, buddy?

Hey, you.

Did you apologize to Corleone?

No?

I was headed over

and I remembered something I think I told you once.

Something my father told me.

God deals the cards, and we play them.

I remember that, sir.

Remember, yeah? I'm making sense?

So I'm wondering, what was missing for you that day?

You were holding a royal flush in your hand, man.

What was missing?

Nothing was missing that day, Galego.

Something must have been lacking for you.

Surely it was, seeing as you were paid to fuck me over.

Weren't you?

Huh?

Now, be honest.

My mother…

What about her?

My mother went to the hospital.

Why didn't you come right here? I would have helped.

-I know, Godfather, it's-- -Why not?

Because it's bullshit. You're flush, kid.

-It's not. -Be honest.

You've got gold up to your eyeballs. You're trying to trick me?

-No, that's not it-- -Yes, it is! Let me tell you.

We are playing here.

You've already made your move.

It's my turn now.

Now it's my move.

-That's fair, right? -I know, Galego, but I'm sorry, I mean it.

-I really am. I'm sorry. -Relax.

Galego.

You'll never ride a horse again, motherfucker.

IF I'M NOT DEAD BY THEN,

I'LL WAIT FOR YOU AT THE GRAND OPENING OF MY BINGO HALL

We'll get Dad and go straight to the doctor's.

-Drop us in front. I'll go in with him. -All right.

-Okay. -It'll be fast.

Then after the doctor, Riv--

Rivs, do you have the contact for Lieutenant Magno?

Dad's old security guard?

What does Mirna want?

-So, after the consultation… -Don't stall, Riva. What does Mirna want?

She tell you she can't open her casino?

You should try being more generous to Mirna.

As if she were generous with me.

All I know is a starving dog will bite his owner if pushed.

Your father knew that.

That's why he let her do what she wanted.

Come on, Suzie.

She'll be less drawn to trouble if she's given more leeway.

You feel me?

Shall we?

All right, let's go then.

ARRIVING IN 05 MISSED CALL

I'M WAITING FOR YOU.

Now that's some prestige, my man! They've got the future striker

of the Brazilian national team supporting the family business--

Hey, dude.

Since that small bingo hall in Campos, huh?

But this one is small too. You're a huge star now.

Gotta dream bigger.

You know Bitcoin?

Yeah, but I won't pretend that shit makes sense.

-I can explain it. -Yeah?

Why don't we do this? Let's get a meeting on the books.

What do you think?

And, hey, if you bring your teammates with you

a percentage of what they invest is yours.

Okay, bring it up to my agent.

Okay? Sounds cool. Deal.

That was delicious. So hot!

What's up, man?

Now that's a real bicheiro.

It's pretty damn good, huh, Nélio?

Real good.

But you'll make even more when you've paid back the investment.

What'd you spend on it in the end?

It was my money. It's all good.

The police are downstairs.

They wanna talk to us.

Any problems, officer?

Yeah.

Just one. We can't keep our arrangements.

-Our fees are increasing in this area. -Come on. That'll fuck us. You know that.

Tonight? During the opening of our bingo hall?

I'll give you two hours.

But we're doubling it.

Or it'll be a real mess.

Gotta shut down the place, arrest me some folks.

-Send it up the chain, got it? -You can't do that.

You're not arresting anyone.

-You'll have a real problem! -Sure.

Hey, hey. What's going on here, Jefferson? What is this?

This your son?

Ah, once in a while, he is. Why?

Is he bothering you, officer?

Ask him yourself.

You didn't even think of talking to me.

You just wanted to fly solo, but now look at you.

We had an agreement with them. That's bullshit.

Who told you to show off? You got greedy.

But if I back down now, those bastards--

-Will never let up on this shit. -Irrelevant.

You've got to accept it and pay up.

Aren't you rolling in it?

I thought you were flush?

This fucking guy always showing off…

What are you doing here?

I'm a client. I'm checking it out.

Got a problem?

You gonna let them arrest your clients?

Listen to your brother.

Délcio knows how things work.

I'll handle this bullshit.

Find out where Jefferson got all that money he spent in here.

Hmm?

I thought of something that would be good for both of us.

You can close the register.

Rio de Janeiro is no joke, huh?

Why?

Mirna Guerra.

Created a problem to offer the solution.

She's saying she's in, but not as decoration.

Where's Mr. Nélio?

He left with Esqueleto not too long ago.

I gotta check something with Tião.

Straight. Jab, straight, cross.

Jab, straight, cross.

That's it.

Upper.

Other hand.

Let's go.

Come on, jab.

Step forward. Do it.

I said straight.

What's going on?

Nothing, let's go. Come on.

Are you lying to me? What's wrong?

Riva got in my head about leaving Mirna with nothing.

The fu-- He doesn't know our business, that bastard!

Yes he does, Búfalo.

You're so fixated on your sister, you're neglecting your training.

You're fucking obsessed with her. Focus on your own form, damn it.

Come on, let's go.

Let's take a break.

You find that son of a bitch or no?

No, I haven't. I found his motorcycle.

It's registered under Pereira,

aka André Maluco.

It's at his house.

Find that motherfucker right now.

Got it?

You got it.

Restock the beer tomorrow, okay?

Two of the machines need to be fixed, they have a loose wire.

You closed?

For you, we're always open.

So…

I wanna take it slow.

At your own pace, of course.

Let's take advantage of the fact no one knows our plans with Búfalo.

Undermine his authority while we grow stronger.

Then I'll see how competent of a man you are.

Our partnership is what, exactly?

We share equally.

Everything fifty-fifty.

That's all.

It's a bit of a waste.

But you're in charge.

That's all we are, huh?

Drive safe.

Watch out!

-One move and I'll shoot you! -I saved his life, I swear!

Stay right there.

-Whose is this? -My father's.

Give it back!

You don't know how to use it.

If I'd known you'd pull a gun on me, I'd have let him kill your brother!

But you didn't.

That's why we're hiring you.

Nelinho, over here. Help me out.

Now get out of here.

Oh, fuck.

What is it?

Where's the ring?

There was no ring.

Just the chain.

He'd already been killed.

Yeah, by who?

He was killed by that guy Nelinho.

In your area.

Said he was protecting Profeta.

They were my orders, okay?

Tell everybody whoever tries to fuck with me will die.

You hear me?