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Well? Any update?

Just one more minute, please.

Where are you?

MIRNA I'M HERE. MIRNA? ANSWER ME!

Let's go.

Didn't think you'd show.

Me neither.

Well?

Okay.

Your married name will be registered as Mirna Guerra Moraes.

No, make it Mirna Moraes Guerra. For him as well.

-I never signed up for that. -I didn't sign up for a lot of things.

But this way is normal.

And my last name is the whole reason we're here.

Did Búfalo take the Guerra name too?

Is Búfalo an example for your life?

Fuck, I'll be Mirna Guerra, he can do whatever.

Jefferson Moraes.

By the power vested in me by the city of Rio,

and in the name of the law…

I pronounce you married.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Shall we?

RULERS OF FORTUNE

For those who haven't met her, this is Mirna Guerra.

Jorge Guerra's daughter, and now my wife.

We've joined forces to take what's rightfully ours.

Búfalo killed Gerson and tried to kill Profeta,

and is no longer even on the Board.

She's a spoiled little brat and he's a piece of shit

from some bum-fuck shithole, who now wants to show off in Rio.

-Am I running this shit? -Yeah!

-Yes or no, goddammit? -You run the whole operation.

I don't give a flying fuck that she's Suzana's sister.

Playtime's over. We gotta kill everyone.

Búfalo's gonna hit our dens. And we're gonna defend them.

But the most important thing is everyone's safety and wellbeing.

We might seem at a disadvantage because our territory is small.

But this gives us an edge because we can concentrate all our security here.

The bingo hall is home base.

Nelinho will lead the defense,

and will organize a posse to monitor everyone who comes and goes.

Someone looks odd? Smoke them. They get in? Blow them to bits.

Protect these machines like they're your balls. No wimp-ass shit here.

What's my role?

You're not built for defense, bro.

You'll be on the attack.

You go with him.

Wait, didn't you say we were focusing on defense?

And we are. It'll be precise.

You guys get in, break the machines, get out.

Búfalo has so many dens, he can't predict which one we'll hit.

This is war!

But we have what he doesn't, which is strategy, and patience.

Brainpower, too. Which isn't exactly Búfalo's forte.

Profeta, come on, we've got families, man.

Let's take it easy, okay?

-I've got a family too, Tião. -I know.

But if you're not comfortable helping us protect our dens, we'll figure it out.

It's no problem.

Anyone who does stay should know that when we win,

you'll be well rewarded.

So tell your families.

You tell that coward he'll have to take me on.

Are you on my payroll or not?

No chump change, huh?

-You work for me or not? -Yes, boss.

-Then do it! -Come on, go.

We'll expand the bingo section, bump the profits, but…

getting the machines is still gonna be problematic.

I know a guy back in Campos who sells used ones.

I'll tell Cabrunco to figure it out.

Hey, Veloso.

Open it up for me.

-Morning, Dona Mirna. How are you doing? -Doing well.

Did you talk to your sister, by any chance?

We've been ordered to open up only for her and Búfalo.

Veloso, I was the one who chose this house.

And I'm even the one who ended up hiring you,

Suzana used to think Angra was in São Paulo.

So, let me and my friends in. I can vouch for them. Okay?

Right, let's go.

So this is where Jorge Guerra's youngest daughter became Mirna Guerra?

Campos is way prettier.

Yeah, of course it is.

How'd this goddamn shit even happen, Veloso?

That son of a bitch!

What happened?

They took over Angra.

-And our security? -You tell me, for God's sake!

I'm sorry. I'm stressed.

Don't worry, I'll take care of it. We're taking the house back right now.

No, just forget about Angra.

Mirna's just desperate to prove she's some kind of big shot.

Yeah, right! It's fucking Profeta. He's doing this, not Mirna.

Why would Profeta care about that money pit?

He wants me to be his bitch. Fucking A!

This asshole's trying to make me look like a pussy. Fuck!

I'm wondering, how long have they worked together?

What do you mean?

Since the machine scam?

That shit was also to make you look like a pussy.

Goddamn, you're right.

They've been trying to bring down my reputation even before I took over.

They also took Gerson's territory.

They're fucked. The mummies find out about this, they're dead meat.

It'll blow up right in their faces, the bitches.

-I've got this. I'll take care of it. -You've got this. Chill, my love. Breathe.

Gerson already took the blame for that.

We've just gotta prove it now.

Emerson can handle that for us.

Internal system's off.

My sister must be seething.

My father always said whiskey separates boys from men.

I was 13 when he gave me my first drink, you know that?

Want some?

I'm still a kid, I guess. Can't handle hard stuff.

So, shall we?

No.

We can only leave when the new security system's set up.

How long's that?

-One day. -One day?

Relax. Just enjoy paradise. Bask in it.

-It's not a vacation, Mirna. -Never said it was.

I'm going for a swim.

Go on in. Boss's orders.

Come on, everyone. Let's go.

The SUV got sick of circling.

Should be headed over to you now.

Let's get these fuckers. Once they're out there, shoot them!

There they are. Block them!

Go after them! Cut them off at the front.

"The body of 34-year-old French businessman Laurent La Croix was found

yesterday morning at Praia do Flamengo."

BODY FOUND ON THE BEACH IS LAURENT LA CROIX

Oh, good lord!

You know, Xavier,

it does seem sometimes like God is on my side.

Still, that frog washing up on shore,

I've gotta admit it, that's better than I imagined.

You're right. He was a professional swimmer.

I had nothing to do with it.

I swear.

Still a chance it'll fall on us, though.

They probably already know the deal fell through.

I didn't think of that.

-That means Jean Luc is headed to Brazil. -Mmm.

Pay close attention to what he's got in mind. It's important.

Better safe than sorry.

Not like our little Frenchman, huh?

-Leilinha. Morning, darling. -Morning.

-Morning. -Have you seen this?

So, besides our beautiful headline here,

what other updates do we have on our lovely friends,

the Guerras, for example?

Where are they now?

Well, Búfalo attacked Profeta's bingo hall, and of course,

he, what with his name and all, saw it coming.

So Búfalo sees only the tree,

whereas Profeta keeps the whole forest in view.

Anything else happen?

Profeta hit a random bar.

Got a few machines.

Small potatoes, at least for now.

Get the fuck out of here.

You too, bitch. You too.

Come on, let's go. That's it, Go, bitch.

What the fuck is happening, Sombra?

-Jefferson said leave the workers alone. -What is it?

Your brother can just fuck right off.

They'll remember us this way.

Aren't we supposed to scare them?

What are we even doing?

Goddamn Jefferson can fuck off.

Our Búfalo here is a four-piece jigsaw puzzle, Inácio.

No. Búfalo is a rusty old firecracker

that can go off without warning and blow off your hands.

Better him. Better him than Profeta, who is a complete unknown.

Yes, but we keep calm, stay neutral.

Go along with what the Board decided, which I agreed to.

Of course. Of course.

Absolutely.

I gotta go now.

Yo, Marcinho.

I gotta talk to you.

These old fucks are coming to bet,

but they can't 'cause the bookies are dead.

The machines are broken.

The bar owner wants to renegotiate the agreement 'cause there's no profit.

People are scared--

Marcinho, I know that war is no good for business, okay?

-But I'm already neck-deep, you get it? -You shouldn't be involved.

You don't need to take the neighborhood by force.

Terrorizing the people?

That business is between you and Profeta.

Kill or be killed.

I'm not an idiot, so watch it. You think I'm not itching to kill this fucker?

Buddy, you can find an expert for anything today.

Professionals who don't leave any trace.

If you like, I can go ahead and make a few calls.

Introduce you to a guy.

But no one at the Board can know about this.

What do you want in return?

Your support.

So, if my family ever has a problem like that…

Marcão.

Stop the attacks in Rio.

But the rest of the plan stays, got it?

I gotta make a point as well.

Let's go.

There's no signal here.

Yeah, Suzana had the internet cut.

They're installing a new one.

-Cell reception isn't great. -Goddammit, come on.

Ever jet-skied?

What do you think?

Get on.

-You know how to drive it? -Figuring it out.

Shall we go back?

Of course, I would get service now.

Mes condoléances, Jean Luc.

It's bad enough when tourists destroy our language.

No?

How come Galego isn't here, Xavier?

Well, I was Laurent's main point of contact,

so I wanted to come myself to be at your disposal.

I'm here to handle our business face-to-face. Eye to eye.

So I can say to you

that Laurent could not have simply drowned on his own, no.

You can't convince me of it.

So we're in agreement.

From what I gather, what you're saying is…

you didn't do anything, did you?

I'm asking because I don't want to have to pressure the police

when I already have the answers.

The police?

What police?

The police who came up with that bullshit pedophilia charge by your own orders?

The police, that, you know, could have covered it up easily for us

if it were in our interest.

I won't lie to you, we do have that power.

But we have to get to the bottom of what actually went down and for what reason.

Quinze.

Fifteen million.

A pretty good reason.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

I said we had absolutely nothing to do with it, Jean Luc.

And I swear to you on our family's name

that we will help you find out exactly what happened.

Just because we're in Brazil…

doesn't mean it'll end in samba.

Goddamn, man, this fucking shit.

Damn it.

Nelinho already took care of the security. Not gonna happen again ever.

Don't worry.

It looks like we're gonna need even more machines now, huh?

-Yep. -Junior said he's got cheaper ones.

From a guy in Minas. Esqueleto knows him. He's good for it.

-I asked for his info. -Why are they cheaper?

Serial numbers have been scratched off. But he's promised they're top-notch.

-System's new, they were imported from-- -From Bolivia?

That's where the stolen shipment was from.

When I arranged with Mirna to hack the machines,

Búfalo's machines in the shed.

-Is she up to speed? -No.

But she did say that the Board's new batch have a system that's really hard to hack.

And the ones we hacked didn't.

-You think that-- -I do.

I do.

But I'll take care of it.

You hadn't even been born yet.

We're gonna come out even stronger.

I promise.

Stronger?

This was my whole life, Jefferson.

This here.

But you just had to strike that match

because of this fucking obsession of yours.

I fucked up, Dad.

I never thought they would come hit us here. Really.

I'll take the full blame.

It's more than just this burnt bar.

How am I supposed to have faith in you?

Hmm?

How?

I wasn't gonna say anything, Dad.

But then you'd bitch that I don't tell you anything.

Délcio didn't actually destroy the machines we robbed. He resold them.

He pointed a fucking missile right at our family, you understand that?

What the actual fuck is this, son?

-How come you didn't check it first, huh? -Hey.

I chose to trust Délcio.

Was I wrong?

This shit is goddamn serious, Dad.

The Board catches wind, we're dead.

Shit!

This lands on Sombra.

He's the one who's been poisoning his mind.

If you were as fucking badass as you think you are,

you'd have already taken care of it.

He's a weed. You don't cut it, it spreads.

Profeta, we've got to talk.

Meet me at the parking lot at 2:00 p.m.

I'll take care of it, but I can't go. Sorry, I got too much shit to deal with.

Carnival's coming up. The samba event's super important.

So is my family.

Been enjoying matrimony?

It's the biggest lie of humanity.

Was murdering Laurent necessary?

And I know you did it for me, okay?

Thank you.

But I never asked you, Leila. It's my problem.

I was going to deal with it.

I would have had five million by the end of the week.

They're not going to forget the money because he's dead.

Jean Luc was completely in the dark. None of them knew about Laurent and me--

They'll try to get to us.

-Are you sure they can't track you? -I am.

What's our plan now?

Our plan?

There's no more Laurent.

Focus on your marriage, Profeta.

I'm not your fucking son, Leila. And I don't turn my back on my friends.

-And fuck my marriage, okay? -Take a breath, Profeta.

You need to control yourself.

You're letting your love for her get in the way.

I'm not in love with her. I'm just dealing with a spoiled brat, that's all.

Of course you're dealing with a spoiled brat. What do you expect?

She is still right, though.

Samba's a business, not a child's toy.

BOARD OF DIRECTORS

TRADITION AND PRIDE

You're telling me your father actually enjoyed this bullshit?

This "bullshit" is why the bicheiros here appear in the paper's cultural section,

and not the crime section.

Hmm.

But, yes. He loved it.

So did Mirna, but she wouldn't dare show her face here now.

Stop pouting. Nobody said you have to love it.

Just try to look excited.

Show everyone here you deserve that crown on top of your head.

Why should I even bother? Look who's hugging the mayor.

Ah, Quindim is the president. Everyone loves him.

He's president, but this shit's mine, isn't it?

But as long as you keep killing people, nobody will be willing to help out.

-People are really scared of you. -Mmm.

I've already told them to tone down the attacks.

I talked to Marcinho.

We're partnering up.

But I didn't look at any woman, I swear.

You know I trust you, Búfalo.

But it's harder when you don't keep me looped in.

Mmm. I just told you about it.

He said that he's arranged for a cop to smooth it over.

So things roll out easier.

In return, Marcinho will side with us when Renzo gets released.

It's all taken care of. Hmm?

Let's have fun, baby.

Long live Jorge Guerra!

Hell yeah, girl, let's get another beer.

MADUREIRA FLOWER

A bitch move in Angra, huh?

I'm my father's baby girl too. I've got rights.

He's still alive. You're already taking stock?

Huh? You think you outrank me because you married someone?

Or did something change?

Oh, yeah.

It's because you and I are in the same position now, right?

Didn't you say you'd never settle down?

And then you magically found yourself a Prince Charming!

Come on, Suzy. We're family.

We don't need to fight over nothing.

Keep going to Angra. I'm fine with it.

Let me know when you do.

Stupid fucking bitch.

I'm sorry? Wanna repeat that? Say it again.

I said you're a stupid fucking bitch.

That's what I said.

I just love it when you finally drop your bullshit princess act.

-Just let it go. -Don't touch me.

-Just let it go, bitch! -Stop it--

Let it go! You fucking cunt!

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

-You fucking crazy whore! -Fucking bitch psycho!

-Stop! Knock it off, chill! -Son of a bitch. You lost your mind.

-Bitch! Let me go. -Let it go.

-It's not worth it. -Go fuck yourself!

-You better run, cunt! -See?

-Go fuck yourself! -Let me go!

Son of a bitch.

Let's show them all who's the boss of this place.

Well, fuck!

What's going on?

This fucking bitch just never gives up.

Whoa! Everyone stop.

-What the fuck? -Back the fuck up.

-Get the fuck back. -Are you fucking kidding me?

Don't let them through.

-The fuck is this? -Look, my community.

They won't let me into my own box. The fuck is this?

-I'm the fucking owner of this shit! -You're a fucking pawn! A lapdog!

-Fuck you, asshole! -Goddamn pussy!

-Don't be a fucking pussy! Grow a pair. -Show us what you're made of. Pussy!

If you won't come down, we're coming up, fucking asshole!

-Let's go, everyone! -Fuck you, you bitch-ass!

I said fuck you, cocksucker!

What are you doing?

Damn it.

Pudim, can you hear me?

Come on, get up. Come on, please!

Goddamn! Mirna, do something!

Fuck, call an ambulance! Digão!

We're gonna burn this place down!

No one's coming through, motherfuckers!

Don't even try it!

Someone call an ambulance now! Call an ambulance!

-Get in. -What's up, Nelinho?

Get the fuck in.

-What the fuck is going on? -Don't try it, Sombra.

We know you sold the machines.

We know where you sold them, and for how much.

Wait a minute. The guy said the machines went to Minas, I swear.

They weren't supposed to resurface.

Jefferson, I know I fucked it all up. I'm a dumbass, I know.

But I didn't know the machines belonged to the Board. I swear to God.

-I promise, Nelinho. -Judas swore to God too, remember?

At least Judas repented and returned his fee.

The money, is that it? I'll give it all back, I will.

So you have money, but didn't pay for the Bitcoin thing?

Fuck, we were raised together, Sombra.

I shouldn't, but I'll let you live this time.

'Cause it's my fault I missed the signs.

You won't be working for us anymore.

Are you serious, Profeta?

And Esqueleto? Nothing for Esqueleto?

-He'll be better off without you. -You can't do that, I'm begging you.

You can't be for real. What the fuck? Don't do this, please!

-Jump out! -What?

Jump out!

Jump!

Come on, Profeta!

Jump out!

Jump!

STOP

Hey, Búfalo, we got a weird situation here, man.

I'm gonna kill you!

-Put the knife down. -You know I'll bring you down--

Just put the knife down!

-Drop the knife! Listen! -You'll pay!

-Let's go, Maria. -Listen! See how things are, professor?

-This is how it is. -This is war, huh, Galego?

Búfalo versus Profeta.

The Frenchy is assassinated.

Assassinated?

Yeah.

You think the man simply drowned?

You pretend to be distracted, but you never really are, huh?

You never are.

The guy who sent him will be pissed, no?

He already is.

We promised him we'd investigate it.

I came as soon as I heard.

It's okay.

Let me see.

Are you all right?

Just a small cut.

That's not what I meant.

Pudim was almost killed today.

And how's he doing?

Riva called from the hospital. He's in the ICU.

But he'll be fine.

Want me to bandage it?

No, I'm fine. Just relax.

I left a towel in your room.

Make yourself at home, and if you need anything,

just ask Carmen, okay?

I'm sorry I didn't come.

I should've been there.

Your father's doing well?

He's pissed.

But he's alive, that's what matters.

Family can complicate things, huh?

Yeah.

It sure can.

Sleep well.

You gonna leave me like this forever?

What the fuck is going on?

Nice to meet you. I'm Búfalo Victor.

I know who you are.

Do you now? So you know what I do?

Get him up. Up. Get him up. Now.

And I know who you are.

You're the little Moraes bitch, right? You follow them everywhere.

But you're not a Moraes, are you?

Why do you tolerate that?

Oh.

'Cause of your little boyfriend. That it?

Yes or no?

All for that bitch?

You're seriously fucked. What do they pay you?

I'll give whatever you want.

I want your brother-in-law's head, motherfucker!

I want him dead too.

-But there's too many eyes on him. -Ah, I see.

-He's impenetrable. -Got it.

No!

Fuck, is this shit empty? Seriously?

Give me that one. I could kill you in a heartbeat, my man.

You said you want him? He's who you want?

Go after his brother.

I don't give a fuck about his bro, motherfucker! I want Profeta!

Nelinho's in charge of Profeta's protection.

But Nelinho has nobody.

Take him out, and that leaves Profeta wide open.

I can make this happen for you, I promise.

But I'll need some things in return.

Hey, listen up, everyone.

-This fucking fruit thinks he's a man-- -I am a goddamn man, asshole!

Keep your voice down, bitch! Don't talk back, you hear?

I'm the best you've got, believe it.

Here's what I need.

I am not taking the fall for his death, you feel me?

No one touches Esqueleto.

And the minute Nelinho and Profeta are finally out of the picture,

I'm manager, you got it?

Damn. Damn.

Buddy, fuck that, man.

Nelinho for Profeta isn't an even trade, You'll fuck me over.

You don't know him like I do.

I grew up with that fucker.

That Profeta thinks he's better than anyone else.

He thinks he'll go to war without a single casualty.

We're being real?

That horrible pain he'll feel from losing his brother will fuck

with his mind, I'm telling you.

Exactly what I want.

To fuck with his mind, his life, all of it.

Every fucking thing!

Listen, men.

We'll be launching the attacks again. Kick 'em up a notch.

That's what we're doing.

Untie our new friend.

You got lucky today.

Let's go, move! Move, move, move!

Move, you old fuck!

Wait. For Christ's sake, I promise, it's not worth it, bro.

Cry, you goddamn motherfucker!

Can we just talk?

I can't be here, Délcio.

It won't end up like that. Let's talk. Please.

Of course it will, Délcio. You all protect each other.

We've always done everything together, man. Always.

But between the two of us, who got thrown out of a car?

Because I'm not family, right? I'm just a worker.

You're my boyfriend.

They think something's wrong with us.

They only include me 'cause they won't accept their boy

isn't the way they want him to be, that's why.

They know what we are.

-Sure, behind closed doors. -No, they like you.

They tolerate me, Délcio.

At least they did.

It's the world we live in. What do you want me to do?

-Yeah. I know, man. -What? Say it.

-What do you want? -Heard of Pacho Herrera?

Pacho Herrera, leader of the Cali cartel?

He was out and proud. That's how the goddamn world is.

Today, there's fucking presidents who are openly gay.

But the son of a bicheiro from Campos can't be out?

I love you.

So much.

Then prove it to me.

Let's take the cash.

We'll take everything we've got and get the fuck out of here.

We can start over, a new life, just the two of us.

-We wouldn't be forced to-- -Wouldn't be forced to what?

Come on, let's go.

Come with me, Délcio.

Damn, you so desperate to be accepted by your dad?

Wanting a place you'll never get, and be obsessed with this shit forever?

It'll never be yours.

Because of the way you are.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry too, man.

Hey. Where's Carmen?

Sent her home.

Are you fucking around?

It's on me this time.

Pasta at this hour?

Not pasta, no. This is post-training fuel for MMA fighters.

Can you actually believe she threw a cross punch at me like that?

Did she learn that from Búfalo?

I'm glad that bitch can do one thing basically well.

Mmm! Pretty damn good, huh?

You're a better cook than you are a husband.

I can be other things, Mirna.

Yeah?

Like what?

Your mouth.

What's wrong?

It's dirty.

Here?

I'll clean it up.

Right here.

The toxicology report of the French man will take a while--

Be sure to stay on top of it. We need the answer soon.

Your sister-in-law?

Celinha said it'll be a minute, checking all the NGO transactions.

Are you watching her?

I got a guy on it. She's a slippery one.

You want me to be on her?

Like flies on shit.

I'm on it.

Yeah, yeah.

What's up, girl?

All right, hang on.

Can't park here, gotta go somewhere else.

Yo, mind your own fucking business.

Open up!

-Let me go, bastards! -Shut your mouth.

Shut the fuck up.

-Got me confused with another guy-- -Carlos Gabriel.

Expelled from the police force.

Everyone knows what you do.

Who are you working for?

Word on the street is you formed some kind of death patrol.

I hear you like to torture.

Being tortured?

You like that?

What the fuck are you doing?

What the hell, man?

What are you doing?

Come on, dude, please. Don't!

So what did they pay you to try and kill my brother?

Dude! I'll pay you over ten times more if you let me go, I swear to you!

Wait, okay? Wait, goddammit!

I tell you, nobody hired me to kill Profeta. I swear to you, man.

Yo, Búfalo wants your fucking head now.

Let's just talk, man.

I got valuable information. I can pass it on to you.

But you can't kill me. You can't, man.

I can help. Trust me, we'll work together.

It was Sombra!

Sombra's working with Búfalo.

They're plotting your murder.

I fucked up. If you really want me to go, I will.

But I wanted to talk to you face to face.

For everything we've been through. For your brother. We're family.

-He's lying. -I know.

Tião was scared of going to war with Búfalo.

-Remember he's still alive-- -Who cares?

He had fucking surrendered.

He was unarmed, damn it. This isn't a war. It's something else now.

UNKNOWN WE'RE ON OUR WAY

It's time. They're coming.

Worst thing about this is it drags us down with it.

Like that mess with Sombra, man.

-Did you already forget what Sombra did? -No, I didn't.

But he's still family, isn't he?

No. He's not our family.

By that logic, I'm not either, Nelinho.

You were adopted. It's different.

What exactly is the difference?

I was adopted when I was a fucking newborn.

His mother started working with us when he was 10.

He was raised with us, dude!

So what's the difference?

Tell me, man, what's the difference?

The difference, Jefferson, is that when your family disappointed you,

you didn't offer them up so you could get the fuck out.

Hey.

Yo, what's up?

Come in.

Sombra's right outside, man.

So what's your plan?

Drop the gun, man.

-Drop it. -Uh, I'm not…

I swear those men had me at gunpoint, Profeta.

I'm telling the truth. I couldn't do nothing.

Put it down. Yo, put it down, Profeta!

You traitor son of a bitch.

What the fuck? Come on, don't do this to me!

I had to see you with my own eyes first.

Please don't do this, man. We grew up together.

Come on! We're partners, Profeta.

Please, we're family, man--

Family, my ass, fucker!

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION

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