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They left the paychecks and took off five minutes ago. Same car as usual.

They just drove past us.

Son of a bitch. You gotta be shitting me.

Just drive around the bastard.

All right, now!

Pull the fuck over! Right now!

Get the fuck out the car!

Move nice and slow, or I'll blow your fucking heads off!

-Try me, motherfucker! -Move already.

Pop the trunk. Move it!

-On your knees, asshole! -Knees!

Yo! If you're one of Búfalo's boys, you'd better quit right now

or you're going down with him. Smile for the camera, motherfucker!

Get the money and go.

RULERS OF FORTUNE

If you wanna join us,

we like to dig deep into a man's past until we know

that they're even more of a saint than Mother Teresa.

Or that they're royalty.

Listen up!

This here is Búfalo. I think you know him.

Hey, boys.

-Thanks. -Búfalo.

Every single member's a trustworthy guy sent by the families.

So there's no nonsense here, no tricks to worry about.

And here is the one and only lottery in Rio de Janeiro.

It is time for your 9:30 a.m. lottery.

First number…

With all due respect Marcinho, this place is like a museum.

You guys still use raffle balls?

The second is zero.

No one invited you to be a part of this before, right?

-Place your bets. -Wanna know why you made it?

The next number…

Because brother,

it's important to be aware of how the sausage gets made.

You feel me?

You mean the way you guys always do it, right?

There's two types of animals in our line of business.

The mule and the eagle.

You make sure you never forget that you wanna be an eagle here.

When you're climbing,

everybody climbs the same trail.

But when you finally get to the summit,

others will try to push,

to take your place.

'Cause if you're alone,

you can disappear fast…

With the tiniest push.

But if you're not by yourself, you're good, am I right?

And you?

You're not a mule after all, huh?

You want a fresh one?

sure.

You all right, Tamires?

It's four types of beer and ten different dishes. I'm not an idiot.

I got no problem here, so let me do my job.

You're complaining after you begged for it?

Oh! Psst! Hey!

-No beer glasses on the machines! -My bad.

You got amnesia?

You're pretty good at this, you know?

Trust me, Tamires.

I started as a waiter at my dad's restaurant.

It's good to work your way up.

In a couple of months, I'll show you how to keep our books.

That's more of a punishment to me. All that paperwork sounds like hell.

Then what do you want?

To get my gun back.

-Hey. Someone take your order? -Hi.-

Not yet. Were you gonna take it?

Oh. On your own?

Yes.

I'm running late. I gotta pick up my son. Yeah?

After completely dominating the first five rounds,

Búfalo suffered a shocking knockout.

This unprecedented turn of events led to Búfalo

suffering his first knockout ever in his long career.

Tortuga, Búfalo's coach, had this to say.

I bet nobody will remember this guy in a week.

We'll come back and we'll kick his ass.

Búfalo will return.

You are a prophet after all, huh?

-Come on in. -Uh…

Didn't know you were gonna come by. She's a friend.

Relax, I'm here to talk about work.

Not about your friends with benefits.

-Jogo do Bicho has a backbone. -Slot machines.

Ninety percent of the income.

That's right, but machines don't cost much.

A couple machines missing won't do real damage to Búfalo.

He'll just tighten his security instead.

One time, there was this woman who hacked into the machines

at a casino out in Las Vegas, so it'd spit out big prizes for her.

And I know all the machines have been the same for decades.

Are you telling me Búfalo's machines can be rigged?

Make 'em spit out so much money his income will get impacted?

That crazy?

Good plans are a bit crazy.

But to really fuck him up, we gotta hack multiple machines.

At the wedding, he was bitching about a bunch of stolen ones.

Did they replace them?

It seems they ordered the next batch already.

Probably was gonna be dropped at Dad's warehouse.

And besides,

it's not crazy at all.

It's actually awesome.

Plan's beautiful…

Not that type, Profeta.

I'm a business partner, and like Dad said,

"Don't pound your bunny where you're trying to make your money."

Morning, Mr. Nélio.

We just pulled up to do the payroll.

It's hot as fuck.

No one's allowed in here without Profeta.

Like I said.

-Open the motherfucking door, bitch. -Just following orders, bitch.

Or should I call Profeta? Let him know you're here.

Huh?

Don't be so sure of yourself.

I'd advise you to try for a little more discretion than this.

Why's that?

I've told Leila all about it,

and she didn't give a single fuck, so why not?

Ah.

Vultures assume that all cows were born as corpses.

You really believe that Leila isn't bothered by all this?

By your mistress getting all the glory?

She's my dermatologist, man.

Besides, Xavier,

Leila hasn't been jealous for a long time now.

But it's not like you've ever done this with the others. Hmm?

Yeah, but you see,

this one's different.

She's intelligent, wise.

There's something special about her.

She, uh…

reminds me of those times when Leila was young.

Mmm.

It's a midlife crisis.

Me?

I feel young these days, Xavier.

Boy, oh boy…

-Gonna go for a swim, you wanna come? -Don't want to.

Now that you've been losing weight, you're gonna wimp out on me?

I'm really just not in the mood for it.

Xavier, what's going on?

Tell me.

Where's the guy I know? My brother?

Where's the guy who had fun?

You gotta remember partying at the pool, joking around, laughter?

We used to samba.

Remember?

Samba, wanna do it? Huh?

-They miss seeing you there. -No.

I don't know.

You were into that more than I was, Xavier.

Can't believe this.

This fucking bariatric surgery stole everything from you.

If I do a cannonball, you're gonna join me right?

No. Maybe I'll think about it.

And then everyone will salute the Brazilian majesty as she parades out!

Isn't that right, Uncle?

Is it even Carnival if this samba doesn't win this year?

Won't make sense if the samba loses, right, Uncle?

No way we'll lose to Galego this year.

If he buys out the entire jury, we're still gonna win.

Am I right?

And if you think I'm lying, you'll hear Mr. Guerra giggle. Yeah?

We're gonna win this year, aren't we, Mr. Guerra?

You're not beating the nerd allegations

by staring at your phone like that, Pudim.

You're the only one who calls me Pudim. It's Eduardo.

Huh? Quindim, did you hear Pudim reject the family name just now?

I know he's been messing around like that lately.

-Must be a girl's influence. -Quit teasing.

Why? Can't aunts ask nephews anything? You don't get pussy if you're a nerd.

If anything, nerds are really loaded.

This kid here's getting a lot of cash with the internet, and things like that.

-Yeah? -He's also attending college overseas.

What's it called again? Share the news with your godmother already.

-Rochester Institute of Technology. -Oh.

Rochester Institute of Technology.

-My kid turned out so smart like his aunt. -Excuse me for a moment.

-For sure. -Attention, family.

Let's all sing "Happy Birthday," okay? Dad's getting exhausted.

-"Happy birthday" time. -Let's sing.

I'll go get everyone else. Let's all sing "Happy Birthday."

-Happy birthday, Dad. -Let's do it. Ready?

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday, dear Daddy

Happy birthday to you

Guerra!

-Happy Birthday, Grandpa. -Dad, you know it's your birthday.

I, uh…

I watched this movie.

It was about some ants.

They, uh, collected food for the coming winter.

But the thing is, these grasshoppers always came to steal it.

Until one day,

they rose up to fight against them.

They ambushed them all together,

instead of providing more food.

Have you seen grasshoppers getting attacked by ants?

Oh, the times were different back then.

First of all, there was no winter in the Northern Zone.

Mmm.

And… And also,

if the ants managed to attack them like that,

it's because…

they most likely got paid to do so.

They took the wrong approach.

They could have just hired some wasps to just step up and…

Blast away the grasshoppers instead--

They would wake up with a mouthful of ants.

I'VE SENT YOU A GIFT. IT SHOULD BE THERE SOON. P

If you're one of Búfalo's boys,

quit now or you'll go down with him!

Who sent this video to you? Who did this?

The number's untraceable.

Fuck.

I made it clear to look out for this bullshit--

What bullshit?

Look, I'm trying, but I'm not an investigator, brother.

Looks like they were taking Angra's money up to Rio…

Think about this for a minute.

They knew the route and that cops were involved.

Smile for the camera, motherfucker!

I see you, dumbass.

I'm still trying to figure out if you're dumb, incompetent,

or if you secretly want to fuck me over!

Pudim, Pudim.

Give me that shit, ASAP.

Please don't tell my dad. He's a pain when it comes to--

Hey!

Smoking with my godmother's cooler than I thought.

Hmm.

Hey.

Do you dig Búfalo?

He's a bastard.

Relax.

I don't know about you, but I don't share secrets.

Would you and me smoke if you thought I did?

Yeah, sure.

Pudim.

Could you-- Hmm… I don't know.

Reprogram a certain slot machine to give maximum payouts?

No one can know about it.

If this works, you'll get a share of the profits.

Mmm.

A thousand in cash.

That it?

No fucking way.

Two thousand in cash.

Mmm.

I'll send you a circuit board and if all goes well,

I'll send you some more cash, okay?

I'm open to it, but on one condition.

Quit calling me Pudim. All right?

All right, Eduardo.

Appreciate it, but I don't need the board, nope.

The program's drives are what'll make 'em do what you want, so just brings me those.

Sounds good.

Hey. You're robbing my joint? For real?

You're crazy.

Samba, wanna do it?

Huh? They miss seeing you there.

You were into that more than I was, Xavier.

Can't believe this.

This fucking bariatric surgery stole everything from you.

You miss me already?

No, but I found a guy we can work with.

I'm gonna need a crap ton of USB sticks immediately.

But do it low profile.

I'll bring them over. Then we can have each other for dinner.

Just the USB's. You have your fuck buddy for the rest.

Hey, stranger.

Wow.

So, we've become strangers all of a sudden?

Strangers are interesting, aren't they?

I guess this means I'm finally getting my shot.

-Xavier. -Hey, brother.

-Hey, there. About time you joined us. -Hey.

-You all right? -Yes. Uh-huh.

Did you drag me all the way to this place

just so I can see you looking like a dead man out here, huh?

I'm thinking, Xavier.

Think with me.

Remember, that, that--

That bastard French fellow who wouldn't pay in advance and made a fuss.

-That guy, remember? -Yeah.

Just today, this congressman told me that an auditor

is out there complaining about all this foreign capital coming in,

and at this point in the conversation I'm wondering

how the hell he would even know about that?

It could mean the French guy bought him out?

Makes sense.

That makes the most sense.

Santi!

Hey! He's with me.

-It's good to see you brother. Hey! -Yeah.

-What's up? Good? -Awesome.

Guys, I know you'll have a great time here tonight.

If you're with him, you're with me. His friends are my friends. Of course.

I told you!

Esqueleto.

-Santiago's the man. He's the guy. -A pleasure.

-What's up? -He gets business shit done.

This is Esqueleto, you guys.

He grew up in Campos and became the owner

of the best cryptocurrency fund there is.

-That's right. -Crypto?

All right.

Do we know for sure this French asshole's behind it?

-It's better to wait and see. -Maybe.

Or maybe I just want him to suck a shitload of dicks in jail.

I haven't decided yet.

Call up Roberto.

Just bring him over.

-Let me tell-- -You can't put crypto in your pocket.

-How? -Then don't believe a word I say tonight.

'Cause Crypto welcomes literally everybody, bro.

I'm telling you, it seems like during every crisis, crypto keeps getting bigger.

People with loads of money know the system got messed up

because we're living in a bubble,

and they feel some uncertainty because no country's safe.

VIP section, huh?

It's an honor. I appreciate you inviting me.

Let's just skip the shit and talk about business already.

And Roberto, don't lie.

Yeah, Crypto is as good as gold.

-It never depreciates. You hear me? -Exactly. Sure.

Which proves the government's useless.

Incompetence, greed, all that kinda shit in the end

because when there's a crisis, what happens? Taxes go up.

-Yeah! Are you getting this, Santiago? -Yeah.

Yeah, of course. We're studying the market together.

Which is why we can guarantee a ten percent growth every month--

-Get the fuck out of here. -For real. It's totally legit.

-We've been tracking it. -More beers!

Get some more beers for my buddies over here! Come on!

I put hundreds of my own, and then I put in a million, man.

-Hold up, a million? -One million!

You heard of crypto?

No.

Come over here!

With all due respect, Galego,

that sounds crazy.

What's that supposed to mean, huh?

You want me to lie to the chief of police, Galego?

I mean the French guy, really?

It's only a little push. You just gotta invent a story, is all.

A cop buddy of mine will do the rest.

Okay, let me show you something real quick.

Refresh your memory a little.

You remember when those bastards did this to your son in my zone.

And how desperate you were when you called me?

Remember that?

And how a week later, those boys who fucked him up good,

they were walking a bit funny, right?

Do you remember that?

So now I feel like you're leaving after you got yours, and I don't appreciate it.

Uh, that's not smart.

-You think I'm this doll you can fuck-- -Come on.

You think I'm a sex doll?

-Is that it? -I'll do it. I'll make something up.

There you go.

I appreciate it.

-Oh, my God. I wanna go! -Sounds like fun.

Yeah.

No, no.

-What's wrong? Too much to drink? -Xavier.

You done already?

There must be a circle of hell that's just one big orgy.

But you're the only one with a chastity belt around your crotch.

-I'm leaving. -Oh, no. Xavier, stay!

Xavier, no. Come on. Stay with us. Xavier!

-He's strange. -I don't get what he meant by that.

Yeah, me neither.

-I don't know. -A verse from the bible?

Ah.

One minute.

Hey, Dad!

Can't you just call her a cab over?

-One and a half. -The rate's one and a half.

That's right.

Okay, I'll go.

Fine.

Excuse me, guys.

-I'll be back. Later. -Where you going? Wait.

Fucking hell.

You know what's crazy?

He wants me to babysit you.

But taking part in the business? No.

I don't need a babysitter.

Tell that to my dad.

Really, I mean it.

Hmm. Tell me what's going on here.

What's going on here is that I wanna make some money, Uncle.

Invest it how I want to. You know?

I'd have done anything to be in your position when I was a kid.

-Mmm. -You're already managing boxes.

That's a fucking consolation prize, man.

When are you gonna understand?

I'm not a kid anymore.

You can't live off other people's sweat. It's not a sauna.

Your old man and I got what we do by doing shit, not complaining about it.

What are you laughing at?

COUNT ME IN

-Who're you talking to? -No one special.

Just our future.

Let's fucking go! Oh, yeah!

Come on. Yeah, man! Fuck.

-You serious? -I knew it.

I'm madly in love with you right now.

-Oh, stop it, stop it! -Can you tell?

-You don't see it? -I don't know.

-Oh, you don't see it, no? -Don't think so.

So show me everything you've got.

How did you get through the gate?

I have my ways.

Did you bring the drives?

You're coming with me to get 'em.

-You're joking, right? -I'm a hundred percent serious.

Friend of mine.

But if we're gonna do this, we should get to know each other better.

Leave that little bitch and let's go.

I'm not leaving without you.

You just don't know when to quit.

This is nothing.

Isn't this kidnapping?

This is just business.

Something you're so good at you could only buy them in Campos?

You're the one that told me to be careful.

That's the upside of coming from a place no one really knows.

If you'd have told me it was gonna be a four-hour drive,

I wouldn't have left him there.

Who, the bitch?

That bitch is heir to the biggest real estate agency in Rio.

-Hey. -What's good?

Fuck.

Goddamn joint fell apart.

Just give me the drives, Lara.

I'm the one who's helping you out, right?

So just chill out a little, Bromeo, and let's hit a blunt.

And I can meet your lady here.

Associate.

Oh! I like her already.

All right.

You can have mine.

But we are pressed for time, so please give us the flash drives.

Here.

See? Know my way around too.

Oh, so this is the place where Jefferson Moraes became "Profeta."

I also learned how to cook barbecue here.

Do you like meat?

Depends.

Like buffalo meat?

Well, that's what we're hunting.

Tastes best while it's fresh.

It's like we're back in medieval times,

and men can do whatever the fuck they want,

all because having dicks gives them the right to do so.

Cut it off and you'll agree with me.

I'm only half joking. It fucking sucks.

It's like you're perfectly qualified, but it isn't enough.

Somehow you continue trying though.

Despite knowing that nothing will ever be enough.

Same for me, I guess.

All together, we're three brothers.

Nelinho is the oldest of us.

He's like a big ass wall.

He's this really dependable guy who's always there.

But very low profile.

Too low to thrive in gambling.

The middle is Esqueleto.

More like a hurricane.

He's really feisty and just does whatever he wants to do.

But destroys everything in his path.

How about you?

I'm the only one who's not blood.

And they never let me forget it.

A woman, adopted son…

We're fucked whatever we do.

Or we work together.

And get on the Board, once we're married.

There is no fucking way.

There's no fucking way?

Didn't I make it clear that I'm not available?

That's my father's warehouse.

How did you get that picture?

This place always make the food so slowly?

No, I just asked them to make it when Jefferson arrives.

Come on.

I think…

You two got a secret.

I can smell it from here.

What do you mean by that?

Just cut the shit.

I counted the dens. That many slot machines?

The math doesn't make sense.

You shouldn't have had enough to open a bingo hall, hmm?

Or was it just a little bit of magic?

What are you trying to say here, Nélio?

Oh, my boy, come on!

You're the normal one. Born to be the…

The man in charge after I retire.

It's even in your name, Nélio Filho.

You bear it well.

You're strong.

You're a big guy.

You do what it takes, murder's not an issue…

But you chose to serve as a watchdog for Jefferson.

No plans of your own, just obediently following his orders.

No, that's not true.

-Do you know what's going on right now? -I do.

Are you sure?

So then I bet you know who's funding Profeta?

Yeah.

So, come on. Just cut the crap, kid.

Leila Fernandez.

That's my boy.

Shh, shh, shh!

Let's go. Move, move.

Just hurry up.

Let's hurry it up, goddammit!

You better have good news calling this early. Did you find the bitch behind this?

Motherfucker! There's something wrong with the new machines.

-What now? -They're handing out prizes on every pull.

There's a problem with the machines.

You pull them out right now. Nobody plays them, got it?

Those the ones from my father's warehouse?

But leaving machines out of order is gonna lose us money too.

Stop bullshitting me and make it happen.

I don't care how you do it, just fucking fix it!

I don't know if I'm in a church, a temple, or at the fucking police!

Baby, chill.

Remember what my dad said on his birthday?

I've got too much shit to deal with.

Let's not talk about this right now.

The thing is, he was right.

Grasshoppers get beaten up by tiny ants.

Look, babe, Tortuga can't be your wasp.

He's just some retired coach

who knows crime like I know MMA.

So what do we know for sure then?

I know that we're getting attacked from the inside.

Let's bring them closer by hosting…

a little barbecue.

Are you fucking with me right now? You wanna throw a party?

Celebrate my defeat?

To look them in the eye, Búfalo.

So you'll see who's behind all of this.

That's how I know you're loyal to me too.

-Hey, how's it going? -Suzana, come here.

This is Profeta.

He's the guy who's managing Gerson's den for us.

-Pleasure. How are you? -Pleasure.

He's making plenty of cash for a kid, right? Can I get you a beer?

-About to grab one. -Yeah, go get one. Enjoy.

I'll talk to you in a minute.

Inspector.

Caipirinha for the inspector.

How's it going in Angra? Business good?

Angra. That's not my area.

What about the warehouse?

You know, Inspector?

We're losing a lot of money here, so you gotta give me something.

They pulled a clean operation. Left nothing for me to give you.

This thing was planned out clean, man. They left no trace at all.

Are you serious right now?

One minute.

Give me a whiskey, please.

Who are you talking to?

Don't get why they're throwing a fucking barbecue after everything.

Yeah, agreed.

Better keep your distance.

Better for who?

Thank you.

HURRY UP

WHERE ARE YOU?

Like I said, that bitch is armored.

Best fight of the entire night and the only knockout.

The guy's a fucking monster.

-Right? -Yeah

-Fuck. -Who's the monster?

Hey, bud. Tupã, man.

Do you know how much of a pussy he was after you quit pro fighting?

You remember that time he beat the shit out of Tupã five rounds straight,

and left his face fucked up like Rocky?

Shit got messy in the end, but you messed him up!

Least you can tell the kids the real champ's here.

That means I'm the guy who beat the future champ before his win.

Right?

I'm fucking with you.

When you started training at the gym, you were skinny as fuck.

So I beat you up a little. Happens to everybody, right?

Think that's funny?

How about you go fuck off, bitch?

You fucking stupid?

Respect your boss or I'll smack the teeth out of your fucking mouth!

-You got it!? -I do, man.

You're chatting about fucking memories when you haven't even fixed the mess.

Or am I wrong? You like that cold beer?

You having fun?

Just ha ha, motherfucker!

Hey, I'll get back to work then.

Excuse me guys. Gotta go.

Hey.

I've met him before.

Met who?

This guy Profeta.

He's the guy who hooked up with my sister at the wedding.

So what's the issue?

Now they're pretending to be strangers for some reason.

Half the guys here would be in jail if messing with your baby sister was a crime.

Yeah, but there's more that I heard from the cook.

Seems she was in Angra, apparently.

-Huh? -Yeah.

He just came out of nowhere, Búfalo. Shows up in a flash.

He runs your zone and hooks up with my sister?

Too much of a coincidence, isn't it?

Hmm. Profeta's not the one.

How do you know, babe?

Well, he also ended up losing money. The same machines ended up in his zone.

How much was his loss?

You gotta tell me if you're gonna bounce.

I'll bounce when I feel like bouncing.

Let me mind my own business, bro.

Come on, Nelinho.

What's going on, man?

I know something's wrong.

It's Nélio, isn't it? You've been strange since the two of you talked--

Hey, Profeta!

Come here.

You good?

Let's grab a drink and talk.

Let's grab a caipirinha, huh?

I'll grab a drink then.

Right.

I'll catch up. Gotta tell Tortuga something.

Just handle it, goddammit!

-Hey! Hey, come here. -Huh?

Move. Move!

Let's go.

Let's talk inside.

Have you seen Búfalo?

You fucking serious?

-What's wrong? -You invited your bitch friend?

Because my sister's watching us, which means she's suspicious.

That's bullshit, Mirna.

Are you really trying to make us an official thing now--

Are you fucking him?

Wait.

Just send that playboy packing.

Are you fucking crazy?

I don't take commands from men.

But if he's an heir, it's different?

I'm an heiress, Profeta.

And you're being a fucking asshole.

Hey, I was looking for you to say bye.

Already?

-Yeah, my man came to pick me up. -He doesn't want to stay?

No, I wanna go. You seen how hot he is?

-Not yet. -Then come meet him.

Not right now, I'll piss myself at this rate.

How was Angra?

It was great. I just had to go to the beach.

-Let's go hang there soon. -Sure.

Too much to drink?

Yeah.

Seems like it.

Come to the sauna.

I saw some other people go in earlier.

It'll help with the toxins.

-Okay. -Hmm.

Do you wanna join us?

There's nobody here.

They left. Sit by me.

It's okay.

You can relax.

Mirna just left.

Your sister?

So you do know each other?

Or don't you?

We do.

She's acting like we don't, but you know…

That sounds like her.

And that's her loss.

You bet.

We should get to know each other better.

I was just about to leave. Where were you?

Taking care of the ants.

-What the fuck happened? -Huh?

The fuck happened to your arm?

-Yeah, that-- -That's just a scratch for my brother.

And you?

I always had this dream when I was a kid.

I wanted to own a dog.

My father insisted only idiots trusted animals.

All right.

I kept on insisting

and he ended up letting me have a dog in the end, you know?

Then one day, that stupid dog bit me.

And my father said, "Now you gotta kill that motherfucking dog."

"Beat him to death."

I won't fight you for real.

You wanna spar?

Just throw some hands, and let it all out.

Okay?

Let's go!

Beat the pain!

Nice one.

Finally learned takedowns, huh?

Better late than never. Fuck.

Good.

Motherfucker!

You're stealing from me?

You were my friend, motherfucker!

I am your friend.

How much are they giving you?

How much is it?

You fucking traitor!

Fuck, man! Goddammit!

-I never betrayed you. -Get this piece of shit out of here.

-Never. -Come on.

I liked beating the shit out of him, but I loved him too, you know?

Did you kill him?

Can you believe that motherfucker bit me again?

Hell of a fight, man.

Go take a shower. Clean your face.

As for this one…

You see it?

Mm-hmm.

My father cut me so I'd remember.

Gave me a constant reminder

that liking something…

is a sign of weakness.

Find out everything you can about the guy making out with my sister at the party.

But don't tell Búfalo.

Okay, I'm on it.

So, he opened up a music store as a front to fuck with the accounting

so no one would find out about his game.

And if the customer ever asked about the price of a guitar,

he would be like, 10,000.

When it only actually cost 600.

So, I asked him, "Do you want to sell the store?"

"No, that's too much work for me. You gotta restock it."

"That's such a pain in the ass."

But at the same time, he didn't want to make a single sale!

Probably gotta get going if you don't wanna be late.

-All right. -Let's go.

You've always been a gambler, haven't you?

Relax.

Jefferson has no idea I'm here.

So, what is it?

What is it that you want with him?

-To protect him. -Oh. Protect him?

-You're just using him. -You know he would've tried without me.

But he's safer with me.

And maybe it benefits me.

I believe it could benefit you too.

How much for your silence?

Leila…

You know no amount of money is worth risking Galego finding out

Profeta's your baby boy.

I've paid once,

so I'll pay what it takes again.

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION

THAT DOESN'T INTEND TO PORTRAY ANY REAL EVENTS OR PEOPLE.