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Honorable deputies,

what this commission has seen within the last month alone,

the amount of taxes we have shut the door on,

was potentially in the millions.

I'm talking about hundreds of thousands of jobs that could have been created.

I'm talking billions in revenue that would have been generated…

Yo, be sure to restock the cachaça.

An industry that if we had legalized…

NORTH ZONE GUERRAS' TERRITORY

…could easily turn Rio into the next Monaco.

Boss ended up liking you, so he told me to keep an eye out for you.

But there's so many dens that I keep forgetting about a spot or two.

Will this help you remember?

Never gonna forget about you now.

Therefore, I ask you, my colleagues…

SOUTH ZONE GUERRAS' TERRITORY

…who are the ones benefitting from this industry being monopolized?

Only the very criminals who have absolute control of it today.

BAIXADA FLUMINENSE SAADS' TERRITORY

We've gathered here to discuss not only the legalization of gambling,

but also opening this industry up to the same foreign investments

that turned a desert into Las Vegas.

WEST ZONE FERNANDEZES' TERRITORY

We have an opportunity to turn Rio

into the gambling capital of the Southern Hemisphere.

EMPLOYEES - DRAW

SANTA CRUZ ESTATE

GODFATHERS

GAS STATION

DOCTORS - SECURITY

RULERS OF FORTUNE

Come in.

No, please, I beg you.

That book brings nothing but bad news.

You're hilarious. Take a look here.

BOX SEATS DEPOSITS - WITHDRAWALS

Huh? There's only one person with access to this account.

Exactly.

CELL PHONE MR. NÉLIO

Know why I make my coffee this way?

Time to spare?

Only time reveals all the hidden characteristics of coffee.

This one was harvested early.

So it's intense.

It's got personality.

Leila told me about your scam with Búfalo.

I'm an underdog, Laurent, but I've made the best of it.

And you use your brain more than your arms. That's a plus.

You prepared to make your first run with no intermediary for…

a French organization?

Wait a minute.

I also can make the best of things.

INFLUX OF FOREIGN CAPITAL CAN TURN RIO INTO BRAZILIAN LAS VEGAS

This man is the one defending foreign assets?

-What's he getting out of it? -Ten million.

About two weeks from now,

you'll be the one to deliver the funds to him.

Why Profeta?

Well, I'm paying.

And because nobody knows him, and I don't want more people involved.

Not yet.

He has to focus on Búfalo.

Ma chérie, you know that I'm on your side.

I also want to get your new little friend here onto the Board.

But that could take a while, and I'm in a rush.

I'll do it.

Parfait.

Accepting it without talking to me first?

I'm not about to piss off the mafia.

Like you don't love every minute.

Clearly I'm not the only one, "ma chérie."

I'd say you're getting a little too familiar.

But you did bet on me.

CELL PHONE MR. NÉLIO

Our most important rule is to never tell our families anything.

Imagine their faces, Dona Leila and I in business.

Only then would Nélio appreciate me, or kick me to the curb--

I'm serious. And Dona Leila--

My ass, yes, I know.

Yes, I gave you my word

that I wasn't gonna tell anybody, just Nelinho.

You can trust me.

POLICE

Ah…

Hmm. Too much for me.

Let's go.

I fold.

You think I'm bluffing, that it?

-Hmm. -Huh?

Just focusing on my own hand here, not even looking at yours.

-Yeah! -Ah, that's just beginner's luck.

-Oh yes, you can mark my words. -It's not.

News just in. 34-year-old French businessman Laurent La Croix

has been arrested at his home in Rio de Janeiro.

He has been charged with possession of child pornography.

Primarily known for his work at the luxury casino chain, Le Chiffre,

Laurent La Croix has already been faced with multiple accusations…

-I'll be damned. -…of tax evasion in Marseille.

But was acquitted due to lack of evidence.

Child pornography. Beautiful work! So impressive.

-Thanks to this guy, right here! -Go get fondue in France, son of a bitch!

Fondue is Swiss.

-So fucking what. -Well, we're not in France anyway.

-This is Rio de Janeiro. -Rio de Janeiro, fuck, yeah.

That's what you get for trying to put the Eiffel Tower on Pão de Açúcar.

The council for the defense vehemently claims this is nothing more

than a plot to tarnish his image, and vows to prove his client's innocence.

FRENCH BUSINESSMAN IS ARRESTED IN RIO, CHARGED WITH PEDOPHILIA

Pedophilia, Xavier?

That's low.

Low even for you. But I'll admit, it's really clever.

Save that discussion for your son.

What are you saying?

He's been stealing money from the samba school.

Don't talk about this with Galego. I'll deal with it.

We've been dealing with Santiago's fuck-ups for a very long time.

And where's that gotten us?

Look, I'm not trying to sound ungrateful or anything,

but I guess I'm confused why you'd invite me

to a boozy spa day, just out of the blue?

Oh, come on, I can't just spend time with my beautiful sister? Let's have fun.

-Welcome. -How are you?

But seriously, Mimi,

have any of the staff been acting strange around you?

Strange?

No, why?

Well, Búfalo discovered who's behind the scams.

What?

Who, who was it?

Tortuga.

He was like family, you know?

Are you serious?

Do you think he was working for somebody else?

I do.

But Búfalo doesn't know where to begin. Could be so many people.

He's changing everything.

Passwords, employees, plans.

He's going to stop laundering through your gyms too.

Oh, what? You suspicious of me?

Course not, Mimi.

I mean, the money we give you should be good--

You give? That's also my money, and it's not enough.

You can earn more money by helping me run my spa.

There's so much more you could do.

You're better at business than I am.

I know.

You know that Dad knows too.

Think about it. Okay?

Besides, I have more urgent things to deal with.

Like?

Like, like finding a big house.

A discreet one. And in the West Zone.

But all this insanity, the new realtors, the ups and downs…

Wait, Rafa.

The new boy is the owner of Martins.

-The real estate agency? -That's right.

That man any good?

In bed, he's sensational.

Selling houses, I don't know.

Give me his contact, in that case.

Fine.

But only if you swear you'll never make a move on my guy.

-No. No, thanks. -Take it.

You'll feel better.

Here.

I shouldn't even be awake right now.

When you were a small kid

and you'd play cards,

everybody knew you were cheating, but no one really cared.

That won't fly now.

You know your father. Cheating him out of money's the one thing he won't forgive.

I know.

That's why I took the money secretly.

-He doesn't trust me. -And tell me why he should?

Okay, look, aren't I in charge of the VIP boxes?

So then… I'm investing an advance, that's all. Hmm?

-One million, Santiago? -Mom, I had to join in.

Have you looked into crypto? It's absolutely nuts!

Ten percent a month?

-Do you know how good that is? -That's impossible. It's a pyramid scheme.

You have to be naive to not know that.

Or a moron to pay upfront just to see if it'll explode.

Mom, I wasn't the only one who got in, okay?

This is legit. There's agents, players, everyone's doing it.

Well, my son is getting out.

You have ten days.

Ten days to give back all the money you took.

Before Xavier shows your father the end of the month report.

Mom.

Can you please cover for me just one more time?

Hmm.

I'm serious, if I pull the money now, I'll be so fucked--

You're a Fernandez, Santiago. Those rules don't apply to you.

Okay, Mom.

I'll go talk to Esqueleto, then.

What is it?

Someone you know?

CELL PHONE MIRNA

I knew we were fucked, and then I turned on the news.

-What's the deal with this French-- -Something more serious.

-More than working with a pedophile? -He's been framed by the Board.

-Is everything okay? -No, nothing is okay.

Your brother implicated my son.

-I knew this was bad-- -I can't believe this is happening.

You dragged me into it.

-It's a fucking pyramid scheme-- -I didn't drag you into it!

-Ain't no pyramid scheme, I swear-- -You not listening?

Fine. Keep your voice down.

This is your fucking idea and you were wrong about it.

Santi, I swear I didn't know about that shit.

You didn't know? You still brought this fucker to your match.

-It's gonna be fine, I'll call him. -You're not calling nobody.

I'mma fix this, all right?

I'll deal with it, got it?

-To be my player, you have to keep hidden. -I know, Leila.

I need you to end this scheme immediately. Right now.

You need to return the money to Santiago before Galego finds out.

You can't imagine what Galego does to those who cross him.

Or maybe you can.

Are you threatening my family?

You need to get it through your skull, you can't trust anyone,

not even family.

So send them packing back to Campos now.

And don't worry about my people. I can take care of my own.

No more fuck-ups then.

You got it?

He's Galego's son, for fuck's sake! What were you thinking, bitch?

I was thinking about the money.

This falls apart, you're a dead man.

Ain't heard any complaints yet.

Seems more like I'm taking charge of it all.

You're so jumpy. What's going on?

Need money?

I can transfer you some, right now. That help?

-You're gonna fix this, you asshole! -Get out!

-Shut your damn mouth and fix it! -Easy, relax.

Shut the fuck up, now!

Who do you think you are, you pussy?

Get your head out of your ass!

You just manage a few fucked up bingo spots, that's all!

I'm making us relevant, asshole. Don't forget it, you piece of shit--

Do it then. I wanna see this.

Hey there.

There's two playboys at the bar. They're weird as hell.

Playboys are always weird.

They haven't said their names yet. But I know one of them.

Santiago's at the bar.

He's looking for you, Délcio.

-He'll ask for his money back. -Hmm.

You really believe this "prophet" bullshit?

What else would motivate him to come out to the fucking sticks to talk to you?

If you're not able to fix this mess, Délcio, you're fucking dead.

One week.

I can advance your first payment.

I'll bump it up to 15 percent.

How's that sound?

I don't think you're paying attention.

Come on.

This fund is safe.

I guarantee it.

You know what's not safe, Esqueleto?

Trying to double-cross a Fernandez.

One million in two days.

You're lucky I'm in a good mood.

I got his, okay?

Did I miss something?

Let's celebrate. No more sad loser vibes. Now we're focusing on victory.

You see how they've treated me?

What's wrong?

Look, I'm sorry, but I still think Mirna is involved somehow.

Let it go, Suzana. Damn.

-Let's just focus on us. -I know her, sweetie.

Mirna's got plenty to live on. Everything she could ever want.

Even rich people steal, Búfalo. It's not about the money.

-Whoever did it wants to humiliate you-- -Suzana, stop.

-Enough. Let's just have dinner. -She wants what I have.

What you have, but she can't actually take your place.

Suzana, enough. I'm begging you, let's just have dinner.

What if she's the traitor?

Impossible, 'cause they're dead.

Excuse me.

SHORT

STAND 10 JAN – NOV

Fourteen million.

How much do you have?

-One and a half. -One million two hundred, actually.

-You already spent 13 million, you fucker? -Just land investments, man--

-Then sell that shit now! -In two days? It's impossible, asshole!

We gotta focus on paying Galego's son, so this shit doesn't blow up.

-My buddy wants his part too. -Who?

My friend, he wants his share. His dad's some big car mogul or whatever.

I got 550.

I've got 150.

That's one point nine million.

-The bingo? -We gotta pay for the new machines.

-Wait, your new car, Délcio. -Come on, you're fucking with me.

-Put the keys on the table now, Délcio. -You're kidding? No fucking way!

Should I tell Nélio, then?

-Hand over the keys, Délcio. -How much is your new car worth?

Two hundred.

-What the fuck? -The fuck you waiting for?

I'll go check.

Put this shit away.

It's Dad. Keep it on the down-low, okay?

Hey, get my backpack for me.

How's it going?

Huh?

-Wasn't expecting you. -Huh?

Can't a father spend time with his boys without giving advance notice?

Hmm?

Everything good here, Jefferson?

It's all good, Mr. Nélio.

Mmm.

I'm just exhausted.

Ah, sure. Burning at both ends, huh?

No time to pick up the phone.

I'm sorry, really.

Things are moving along pretty well.

Búfalo says I'm his best payer.

Invited me to a barbecue at his house.

Slowly but surely, it's going.

I'm here to help you guys pick up the pace.

How's that?

Decentralizing Rio.

I don't have three sons for nothing. Huh? Huh?

Huh?

Everything's fine here.

What?

You don't want your family with you?

What, did you forget where you got your start?

All right, now let's be straight with each other.

You can continue with your little venture, but from now on you're also responsible

for the accounting of the dens in Rio de Janeiro.

I want all accounting to be run by me first.

Yeah, you're our prophet, but no better than anyone else.

And I'm still in charge. Don't forget it.

Come on, let's have a beer. Yeah?

It's hot as balls in this bar.

-Damn straight. -What's up with that mansion?

-You buying it, or is it all just talk? -I'm buying it.

-I'm buying it. -Uh-huh, sure. I don't know.

It's got a pool.

-That's what you always say. -Sauna and a pool.

I'm sorry about its condition,

but it just came on the market and it matched your specs.

I love it. It's perfect.

Fantastic. I just gotta check the deposit

and the paperwork.

Shouldn't be more than a week.

You don't have a week.

Well, I'm glad my sister connected the two of us.

CELL PHONE RAFA

-So? Have I earned a date with you? -Is it done?

-She just drove off with the key. -Can you give me the address?

I'll give it at dinner.

Oh no, sweetie. I'm sorry.

I can't tonight.

Are you outta your mind? You gotta be.

Are you fucking with me? Secretary? This is a joke?

Just keep an eye on Esqueleto.

Do I look like a fucking rat to you?

No, but you're smart.

That's why I want you with us.

You'll be paid more.

-Then you gotta give me my gun back. -Fine, now get out.

-Sold the car. -How much?

One fifty. Below market value, but still.

-Enough to pay the first two. -Hmm.

Fuck's sake, Maestro. One thing at a time, fuck.

We pay Santiago and his friend first.

Búfalo goes for the ground-and-pound. Wow!

A phenomenal kick from Tupã.

That's knocked Búfalo completely out cold. It's over now!

It's his first knockout. Tortuga, his trainer, had this to say.

Means nothing, just you wait.

Mark my words, no one will remember that guy.

We're coming right back, and we're nailing it.

Búfalo's coming back.

I'm sorry about yesterday.

No, I'm sorry, Suzy, I…

I can't be wrong, you know?

Look, maybe Tortuga was working for her. Who's to say?

I slipped to Mirna that we're moving safe houses, and she bought it.

Wait, what? Why?

I knew Mirna'd recommend her boyfriend as a realtor.

I bet they already have someone keeping an eye on the situation,

checking it all out.

Monitoring for what?

For the money we're going to fake movement around

so they think it's there.

If they break into the house, then we'll know for sure.

She'll catch on to this bullshit.

No, she won't. She's convinced I'm the stupid one.

She may think she's as strong as our father,

but I'm stronger 'cause I have you.

And besides, there's literally nothing to lose.

You're fucking awesome, you know?

God, you're hot.

Got something to show you.

Yo, guys!

-The First Lady is in the house. -Go! Move!

-Let's go! -Cross!

This man's my new pit bull.

Let's go!

Baby, we should be looking for a new head of security, not another fighter, right?

Sweetie, this is Marcão, a police captain.

We want a guy like that. Military. He beats up anyone in his way.

He's crushing that dude.

Fuck, yeah!

Thought you were swimming to Paris.

Do you feel better?

I warned you Galego didn't play nice.

He thrives on seeing his enemies suffer.

We've got that in common. One would say you like that in a guy.

Stop that shit.

You're not like that.

No?

I've got five million for our delegate to see if he could speed up the voting.

We're paying him today.

Film his reaction when he finds out.

I wanna see it.

Is this the hateful side of you?

You've always said that I'm a romantic.

Love and hate are one and the same.

I don't see any love here.

No?

Call Profeta.

I need to give him his instructions.

Go.

-I'm good here. -Okay.

Step.

To the right.

Just imagine how much this French guy has abroad.

I don't know. Taking all this to some guy we've never even seen, Jefferson?

Never mind that. Focus on today's mission. A playboy and a congressman.

The fuck is Maestro doing here?

You still avoiding me?

Taking care of business.

What do you think will happen

when they find out your brother's the one behind all this bullshit?

A hired gun showed up during my training, Profeta.

He threatened me.

If we don't pay everybody back, playboys included, your bro'll be killed,

and my career will be over.

I really tried to cover for you, man.

But if I gotta throw you under the bus, I won't hesitate.

Don't give me that look, bro.

You did the same fucking thing to me the other day at bingo.

Clean up your mess, Profeta.

What goes around, right?

Well, enough of that shit.

-Talk. -It's bad, man, real bad.

I think we're being followed.

-Followed by who? What do you see, Délcio? -I dunno. We're being tailed.

A black truck.

The truck is following us.

It might be about something else.

-They still after you? -I don't know, dude!

Goddammit, Délcio! Shit!

-Back up, let's get out! Fuck! -Go, goddammit!

Stay right there! Don't move! Keep cool!

Don't fucking move!

Oh, fuck.

Délcio!

Time's up, motherfucker.

Either you give me the money, or I give you a bullet.

Let's move out!

Délcio!

They left. It's okay.

Go home and stay there until I say so.

Hey. Sorry.

I was organizing the last boxes for delivery.

Well, as long as you're working for my organization,

I need you to be 100% available.

And this is crucial.

If my 15 million is in your house,

you answer my calls even if you're fucking dead!

Won't happen again.

So I'm still on?

Not today.

The congressman is dealing with a security issue.

He asked for two more days to reorganize.

So hold onto it till then.

Okay.

We're using this to pay back everyone.

We'll replace it after.

Replace?

Fifteen million?

Thirteen. We've already got two.

Fuck, no.

Jesus, Jefferson.

You're insane.

They just pointed a gun at our brother.

You have a better idea?

If it weren't for your bro, man,

you'd be dead meat already.

Just sell the land and pay me back.

SANTIAGO EVERYTHING'S TAKEN CARE OF

Mmm.

What's Santiago up to now?

What are you insinuating, Galego?

It's written all over his face.

Santiago could do anything.

-Could have anything. -Hmm.

I'll never get his obsession with this particular world.

It's my world.

All mine.

It is.

You should focus on him more.

More?

I focus on him constantly, Lili.

Even when I'm distracted, I think of Santiago.

I agreed to this plan because you said we'd do it together.

And I'm here doing my part.

What have you been doing besides being a dick?

I'm sorry.

No, tell me the truth. I won't be left alone on this one.

I'm having some family trouble, Mirna.

You wouldn't understand, and it doesn't concern you.

You think I don't know family problems? I'm an expert on it.

You're just a fucking coward.

I borrowed some money to cover my brother's debt.

And this man is dangerous.

I've got two days to come up with 13 million.

If I don't get the money,

I'm dead.

There's got to be a way out of this.

It's not your problem.

What are you going to do?

I don't know, Mirna. I have no fucking idea.

This is my problem, and I have to deal with it.

My brother is raising some money already.

I'll ask every loan shark I know.

And if I'm still shy, I'm gonna ask Búfalo.

-Are you completely insane? -This is really bad.

He wouldn't do shit, and he'd tell everybody.

What if I told you that…

I know where the new safe house has been set up.

Suzana rented it from Rafa.

Fucking knew you were with that dude.

I might've just fixed your shit, and this is your response?

Of course it is, Mirna!

-I don't understand your rules! -There are no rules, Profeta.

I'm trying to protect you.

If you're still down with this partnership, then let's do it.

But if you're not, then fuck you.

So, what's it gonna be?

I already have a guard set up here.

No one's entered or left the house so far.

I'll stake them out.

You don't think Suzana will find out?

No.

But if she does suspect,

we'll still have enough to pay your debt, and fund our own war.

I don't think it's right you're risking yourself for a problem that's not yours.

It's not about you.

I'm done with her.

And I deserve what's mine.

I'LL BE YOUR CONSULTANT!!!

Hook, line, and sinker.

Now, we wait.

You sure about that?

She invited me to dinner.

It might be just a cover.

Swear to me you won't do anything?

And if the culprit's her?

She is still our family.

Hey, Marcão.

Tomorrow you can go to the house. Wait in there as long as you need.

Shoot, but keep them alive.

Can you wipe that look off your face, already?

Not till you explain to me why you did it.

You're still going on and on about that after your shit?

Okay, but did you have to rat me out to my own mother?

She's your mom, not a cop. And one day, I won't be here to fix all your messes,

so better start getting used to it.

Oh, don't pull that shit. Not with me.

You're immortal, and you know it.

Immortal. A monument of local history, of samba,

the Copacabana, and fucking Rio de Janeiro.

And for the record, I should be lauded, you hear?

Got all their money, no issue.

No one can say I can't take care of business. Yeah?

Hey, I got you a rib eye with cheese, just how you like it.

-Oh, yeah? -Yep.

-And to drink? -Martini, extra dirty and extra dry.

Fuck! That right there is why I love you, man.

Let me kiss that bald head of yours.

-Love you, man. -I love you.

-You're the best. -Love you, my boy.

That's the least thing I love you for.

Your Honor.

Not bad, huh?

Hmm?

-I gotta borrow my boy for a minute here. -Sure. By all means.

So tell me,

what do you want out of life, huh?

Huh?

Hmm?

I just want to take care of what's mine.

Stick to your lane, Santiago.

Stick to your lane, it's better.

Pretty nice life you have, huh?

Hmm?

Wait, where are you going?

The thing is, your father isn't going anywhere, you understand?

He's here in front of you.

And he'll be everywhere, all the time, for whatever you need.

Steal from me again, and you'll be sorry.

Mmm. Okay.

I think that's the load.

It's Emerson.

-Everything good with the delivery? -I said I would take care of it.

There's no room for error, or It'll be a real problem for me as well.

Are you listening?

You know I'm counting on you, Profeta.

Sorry, Leila, it's not a great time right now.

I'll call you later.

And thank you.

Oh, man. Dad would be thrilled to see us working together.

Actually, he'd be furious to see someone else taking over for him.

Over the boy?

What, you hoping it'll fail?

I know your expiration date, that's all.

Okay, fine. It's true.

Still better than going blind to red flags like you with Búfalo.

Can't help twisting the knife, can you?

Good lord, Suzy.

Will another bottle of wine lighten you up a little?

I could go for one more drink.

Right, I better head out. I'm meeting Rafa later.

-I'm sorry. -It's fine.

I'll take care of the bill. Don't worry.

-The car just left. -You sure it's safe to do this right now?

They might think they were followed. That's good.

All right, let's do it. Call me when it's finished.

Okay.

You still there?

I am.

Just be careful.

I promise.

It's completely obscured, Jefferson.

No cameras anywhere.

The locks are a complete joke.

Just like Mirna said it would be.

It's deliberate, not to draw attention.

What do you prefer, Nelinho?

That I get caught up in the French mafia,

I drop the business with Leila, or give up Mirna?

I prefer not being killed, bro.

I'm going in, with or without you.

I haven't chickened out on you before, not about to now.

-I love you, man. Breathe. -Get off.

Nothing yet?

Still nothing.

I'll keep you in the loop.

Shit!

Come on.

Got it.

-Something's off, man. -Let's go, damn it. Let's go!

Move. Come on, move, let's go.

Go, Nelinho! Run!

Come on, Jefferson!

Go, go, go, go!

Fuck!

-You said it'd be today. -I said it might be today.

Goddammit, Suzana.

Talk to me, Marcão. What is it?

Boss, there were two guys here. But they both escaped.

Did you see who?

No, but I shot one in the neck.

If he's somehow still alive,

he's gotta be headed to a hospital, for sure.

-Fuck. -It was Mirna.

-Hello, Emerson? -Hey, boss.

Right, you need to listen very carefully to me. It's important.

Comb every fucking hospital and look for anyone admitted tonight, understood?

-Check vets, goddamn everything. -I'm on it.

Search every back alley!

-You shot a guy and you don't know who? -That's right, asshole!

Doctor! We need a doctor! He's been shot!

-Come on, let's go. -Come on!

-Careful! Watch the head. -Gently. Easy.

Clear the way. Hold the elevator. Let's go.

Elevator. Coming through.

-Open, open. Faster, let's go. -He's losing blood.

Move it!

EMERSON NEW MESSAGE

E.R. FORM

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION

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