All language subtitles for Rulers.of.Fortune.S01E07.1080p.WEB.h264-EDITH

You tell Esqueleto about it.

Fuck Jefferson, we're fucked.

A blockade.

-They won't stop us.
-What if they ask about the suitcase?

I'll speed up. But shut up, okay?

You can go.

Where are you at?

Call me back. I'm serious.

I got this.

You think I've never done this before?

I'm sorry, man.

I love you.

Doing it here.

That's a first.

RULERS OF FORTUNE

Jefferson!

You threatened him and he's gone.

-Explain yourself!
-Explain what, Délcio?

It's not me who you should be talking to.
Talk to Nelinho.

And instead of accusing him,
you apologize to him

for bringing a motherfucking
backstabbing traitor

who was siding with Búfalo.

Where is he?

Where is he?

There's no way you could've known, Délcio.

Sombra grew up with all of us too.

-Shut your mouth, Jefferson--
-You know he'd do anything for money!

What are you trying to say?

-He was manipulating me all along, fucker?
-I'm saying we're family, but he wasn't.

Because you never gave him
the chance to be one of us.

Damn you, Jefferson!

You've lost your fucking mind!

You don't know nothing
about family, Jefferson.

You're not a part
of the family, Jefferson!

You've never been, motherfucker!
You're not one of us!

-Your mother rejected you--
-Délcio…

Don't touch me asshole!

I'll fucking kill you,
you filthy son of a bitch.

You'll never see it coming.

All right, boss.

If it's the truck driver,
we'll find out soon enough.

-Morning. Everything okay?
-Morning.

Let's do it.

One, two, three, pull!

That's it!

They were cleaning the tank
when they found the body.

Right over there.

Holy shit.

It smells pretty bad.

It must've been here for a while.

Here's the deal.

I'll be in town for a little while.

I'd like to read the report
when it's ready.

Yes, sir.

-You drink, sir?
-Socially.

You should treat
yourself to some brews then.

Appreciate it.

Dr. Pelegrino, it's me, Xavier Fernandez.

As we agreed…

Uh, no, no…

No, I can't schedule an appointment
at this moment.

Uh, uh, can we talk after Carnival, huh?

I had a quick, uh--

There's something I wanted to ask.

Midazolam.

Yeah, the medicine.

Well, what does it do again?

PROFETA - ESQUELETO WAS HERE
HE'S NOT OKAY WITH THIS

An attack?

Issues with the family.

You know, a family
that's been going through hell

ever since you showed up again.

Your family's about to be in charge
of the North and South Zones of Rio.

-That must be more than you imagined.
-No.

We would've grown together.

I could've taken Delmira
and the two boys to Rio.

But then you showed up with Jefferson.

Delmira died,
and I was trapped living this life.

Can you imagine raising
three boys on your own?

Yes, such a tragic story you're pushing.

You've been paid a very healthy amount
to raise Jefferson.

So this blackmail doesn't work on me.

I can see you don't have
the guts to tell Galego.

But I can tell Jefferson about all this.

You wouldn't want to do that.

You wanna bet, Leila?

No.

I want to play the game with you.

Our past won't change
just because we hate each other.

Let's think about our future instead.

Future?

How?

I want you to be my partner.

I want you to go find Laurent's
personal sailor.

We want the same things, right?

Riva's coming,
so we'd better see what we can get.

Or, if you want
we can talk about Sombra instead--

I can't right now, Mirna.
I want to hit him back hard.

I want to mess up his cred so bad,
Búfalo won't be able to murder innocents.

We can make the most of our testimony
in Pudim's case to expose him.

With cops on our backs,
there's not much more we can do.

Wanna know what's crazy?

Thinking that we can make
any difference legally.

-Hi, Riva.
-Oh, hey, sweetheart.

Hi.

Jaqueline says she prefers
not to have kids at all.

-Juliana wants to make her third. Mmm.
-I've always got along with Jaqueline.

You kept insisting
you wouldn't get hitched either.

That was more Suzana's thing. Mm-hmm.

She's okay, Riva?

We barely know each other, Riva.

I'm not a saint.

And besides, what we do
isn't sacred whatsoever.

But to live this life
with clear conscience

and a sense of peace, I live by rules.

And murdering civilians isn't one of them.
They're innocent.

But Búfalo…

We called you over today to make it stop.

To put an end to all this.

Then I'd give up on this chair
tainted with blood if I were you.

He's the one who tainted it.

We want the blood to stop.
I'll stop it if I know where to push.

-You can't stop him.
-But she can.

Suzana could do it.

But I need something
that'll help her change her mind.

Okay.

I've heard some things.

But listen, sweetheart.

You've got to make a promise then.

Swear that you'll actually
try to get along with her.

Swear to me that no one will be hurt.

You have my word, Riva.

I swear.

Well,

after all of that mess,

Búfalo packed up and hid some things.

Some weapons are at that gym of his.

That's all I know.

No weapons, no war.

So?

Let's go.

That driver doesn't know shit after all.

This trophy case looks too new.

Come on, boys. Gather them all up.

Everything inside the bag. Come on.

All of these go in the middle.

Whoa, Jefferson.
You don't need to do this.

No, I do.

A possible arson scared
Barra da Tijuca residents late last night.

The owner is former fighter
and alleged criminal, Búfalo Victor,

who's been facing serious accusations
from his sister-in-law, Mirna Guerra.

When someone like Búfalo is involved,
nothing's an accident.

JOGO DO BICHO FAMILY GOES TO WAR IN RIO

Eduardo survived,
but he's an exception, not the rule.

Stay back. Are you serious?

I'm gonna kill that fucking bitch!

Yeah, wonderful plan, Búfalo,
but you can't just kill her.

Oh, yeah? It's all your fault
this bullshit is happening!

If you hadn't beat her up at samba,

she wouldn't be talking shit about us
on TV! You fucking happy now?

How is this my fault?

You almost murdered my goddamn cousin!
You shoot the managers to mess with them.

Hey boss, we taking the drives too?

Obviously, dumbass!
Yes, that counts as evidence!

This "dumbass" just so happened
to spot the seizure warrant.

Hey.

We confirmed it's the truck driver's body.

We spoke to his wife. Seems there's
a match with his tooth fillings.

So? Corpses can't talk.

Yeah, but I'll find someone who does.

Handle it, Emerson.

Give me that.

If he's willing
to turn against his people,

imagine what he'd do to his enemies.
That thought makes me scared for my life.

And Búfalo is accusing
Mirna's husband, Jefferson Moraes,

for the arson at his gym
in Barra da Tijuca.

In my area? Fuck you, mother-- Sh…

At least your name
didn't appear in the article.

For now, Xavier. For now.

Every dog licks its own dick,
as they say, because they can.

Now that Profeta marked my territory,
it's time I go and mark his. Got it?

Wait, wait. Coelho's calling. Hang on.

That fucker's gossiping already.

Deal with him, and in the meantime,
I'll talk to Marcinho.

Yeah. Hey, Coelho!

Now, be honest here.

Do you think that dumbass
is pretty dumb, or just sort of?

'Cause if he's actually dumb,
he might've left something in his house

that could affect all Board members.

His house?

Come on,
you can't be this fucking clueless?

Turn on the TV.

Any comments on the search warrant?

-Talk to my lawyer.
-Tell us what's going on!

Yeah, but Galego
wants to support him anyway.

I imagine so.

Well, it didn't happen in my area.

So it's not my fucking problem!

Are you gonna sit back
until it spills over to you?

-Here!
-Búfalo!

-Búfalo, can you look over here?
-Anything you can share right now?

Búfalo!

Where are her soft hands
massaging, Marcinho?

Well, you're 200 fucking years old,

and you're making video calls
like a teenager, so fuck you, man!

And?

Now that you've seen it,
are you turned on?

Galego is supporting Búfalo.

Good for him. Good for Búfalo.

That's about it for me.

Any comments on the search warrant?

Talk to my lawyer.

It's like looking in a fucking mirror.

If I asked you in the past to tell me,

who's someone we know
who acts without thinking,

like a fucking moron,
you'd have said Búfalo.

People change, Mirna.

Especially during war.

Did you lose a chunk of your brain
when you got popped, or am I imagining it?

Why did we take over Angra, Mirna?
Why did you take samba?

Best way to send a message.

Why do you think I set the gym on fire?

For revenge.

The problem is you did it
without telling me.

LEILA - WTF DID YOU DO?
G IS GOING TO SUPPORT B.

DON'T DO ANYTHING TILL I SAY

Who's that?

No one.

I'll take care of this shit.

Just like I always do.

Go fuck yourself!

Mmm.

You drove four hours
just to come and stare at me

with that look on your face?

I wanna know.

Did you authorize Jefferson?

What are you talking about?

To kill Sombra.

No.

I didn't authorize it.

But you know how it is.

You reap what you sow.

I see that you're suffering, son.

-That Sombra was a good friend.
-Sombra wasn't just a friend!

-You know he was more!
-Quit throwing a tantrum!

They murdered my fucking husband!

I'm gonna murder
that fucking son of a bitch.

-But I wanted you to know before I do it.
-No, you won't.

You'll just bail on it. I know you.

You talk real big,
and you won't do anything.

You've had 30 years to figure
this shit out with Profeta,

but now he's brought the family name
to where it belongs, you want him dead?

Shut the fuck up!

Do it.

If you've got the balls, that is.

Hmm?

Coward.

-You'd know best 'cause I got it from you.
-Ah, get the fuck out!

Get out of my house!

I didn't raise you to cry over
the death of a fucking faggot.

That "faggot"

was the love of my fucking life.

That "faggot"

was everything to me!

But don't you fucking worry.

You'll never see this faggot again.

Relax your forehead.

I'm sorry.

I'm okay.

You don't need Botox, Leila.

That's very kind of you to say.

And you don't need me to be the one
holding this needle.

Your intellect is what I need.

Well, it would help a lot if you could be
a little more clear.

Very true.

Galego has had a countless amount
of lovers in the past.

But he always used to listen to me.

So it didn't usually matter.

He would repeat whatever I told him,
say it was his idea.

But I don't really care
about getting credit.

Then what is it?

-What do you care about?
-My power.

I'm not gonna let him put this power
I've helped him build at risk--

Well, if you think that I'm with him
for a reason like that…

I really don't care why you're with him.

I'm being honest, I don't give a shit
as to why you're with him.

I care about the fact he's been
listening to you instead of me.

And that he's betting on the wrong horse.

-This Búfalo guy, um--
-Is an animal.

But Profeta did attack his zone.

Maybe he doesn't have to choose.

Like with us two.

Supporting one of them now
will put a target on his head.

Things might be pretty rough
for him and those around him.

Even if you're right,
how am I supposed to trust you?

The same way I let you stick
that needle in my head.

You gotta take a big leap of faith.

Is this board meeting where
you'll make a decision about Búfalo?

We're deciding about Profeta.

He flashed his light in my face,
trying to mess with my pole.

Mmm.

He won't make me look like an idiot.

No, I'm done.

I'm worried.

Getting involved will attract
too much attention.

If I were in your position though,

I wouldn't bother with making
any examples out of them.

No, I would worry more
about being ignored by them.

Xavier, I'm thinking we make the kids
come over to my place instead.

Get a meeting ready ASAP.

Good afternoon.

Seems like neither of you know,

but this business
has its own set of rules.

We wouldn't be where we are now otherwise.

There was a time that Rio de Janeiro
and bichos was a no man's land.

Right, Coelho?

When I was a kid, I dreamed of taking over
all of Rio de Janeiro myself.

Not just me, no.

Every fucker in town
wanted to be a pit boss.

And every pit boss was willing
to kill or be killed

in order to become an emperor,
you feel me?

We dealt with politicians that were
fucking assholes, with ridiculous bribes,

and with the press
breathing down our necks.

People dying left and right,
everyone losing money hand over fist--

-I'm not a moron--
-Shut your trap.

Nobody asked you to speak out.

And then Jorge Guerra.

Jorge Guerra showed up.

He was young,
but he had a real set of balls.

He called his enemies,
guns and all, and said, "Let's talk."

"Let's organize this thing already."

How many lives do you think he saved by
having the fucking balls to sit and talk?

It must have been worth more
than a thousand miracles.

There's one thing we all like
more than power, and that's money.

-Right?
-Yeah.

Here's the thing.

Boys, it's time to stop.

No more action-movie shit.

Understood?

You either find a way to solve
your family bullshit

without tainting the bicho's reputation…

or we'll go ahead and solve it for you.

Understood?

Understood?

If you'd allow me,
I'd like to say something.

Wait.

Mm-hmm?

Speak.

You have history here.

I just got here from Campos.

I know what you think of me.

But I'm used to it.

I was adopted, so I had to prove myself
more than anybody else.

So if I ever get the honor
of leading this family,

I won't let you down.

If anything, I'll respect it.

As I respect you all
and everybody's long history here.

And because I believe in myself growing,
even if you don't pick me.

I should've kept your fucking mouth shut.

-Búfalo, you got anything?
-I want him to go fuck himself!

-Fucking punk ass--
-Excuse me. Sorry to interrupt you.

-Jorge.
-What?

He's gone.

What?

-Oh no.
-I'm so sorry about this.

Oh. Xavier.

Oh, Xavier.

If it's too much, we can just leave.

There's a truce, Profeta.

Don't forget that.

Oh, you're out of your minds.

This is not something
you new kids get to do.

This is something that only
his lifelong friends do.

Riva.

Let's take him out of here.

We may be saying goodbye to his body,

but Jorge Guerra will live on through us.

Through the union of his family.

In the name of the Father, the Son,

and the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

It's Tamires.

If it's nothing,
why does she keep calling you?

Nelinho was in a car accident!

-I'm taking him to the hospital.
-Hold up, Tamires.

-How bad is it?
-I'm telling you, he's real bad!

H-- Head over, now.

Nelinho's car crashed.

-I'm going to the hospital.
-When? Like now?

-I gotta go.
-No, you can't drive like this.

-Riva.
-What's wrong?

His brother.
He has to make it to the hospital.

Okay. I'll take him.

I can't wait to see you get yours,
you filthy motherfucker!

Gentlemen.

Words about the life's work
of this man before us,

our beloved friend, Jorge Guerra,

would be pointless.

Therefore, I'd rather pay
a humble tribute to him.

As he'd say,

"You must be alive to die."

Tamires, how are you taking
Nelinho there if you don't drive?

My dear friend.

This is for you.

Riva!

-Fuck, man! Everyone to safety.
-God!

-Are you okay?
-What is going on?

-Everybody stay back!
-Oh, my God.

-Where the fuck is he?
-Profeta! Profeta!

Get off of me!

Let me go!

-Profeta!
-Do you hear me?

You're fucking done.

Fuck this, man. He had a fucking
nine mil pointed at my face.

You had no choice.

My brother's blessed.

It hurt?

You gotta talk. How bad's it hurt?

Nah, I'm good.
It's just-- Feels like a battle scar.

You get it, right?

Hmm?

Put it on.

I couldn't bury my father.

And now I can't bury the man
who felt like a real dad either.

I talked to Riva's daughter.

She doesn't want us to attend the wake.

His plan failed,
but the bomb was a message, Mirna.

That was Búfalo saying,
"Fuck these Board members."

"I'll keep going until you're buried."

It was Búfalo and Suzana saying that.

-That truce was with her.
-She didn't know, Profeta.

I saw her face.

Her reaction,
and how Búfalo ran, but she didn't.

She's acting, Mirna,
and you're falling for it.

-No, I'm not.
-You are.

It's time you part ways with your sister.

I've been there myself.

Yeah, maybe, but you still don't get it.

I refuse to lose anybody else.

Not you,

not her.

No one.

The only way to do that is
to kill that fucking animal.

Before he pulls this shit again.

I know you want that too
after all he's done.

You know I've been wanting to.

But more war?

-Is that what the Board wants?
-They want him dead with no mess.

If we can't make it happen,
how can we deserve to sit beside them?

Wouldn't it be easier
to convince Suzana to leave him?

She's keeping Búfalo afloat.

At this point, it doesn't make
a difference who he's married to.

What if he escapes?

Same way you did?

Are you ready to start all over again?

I don't think he will.

But if you're right about it,

and Suzana ends up abandoning him too,

she can prevent
all of this from happening.

That old fuck
wanted to take what was mine.

Those motherfuckers never liked me.

Why's that? Why do you think
they never liked me?

But Profeta gets a fucking…

Babe, they practically licked
his boots as he passed.

But they look me up and down
and judge me. For what?

Talk to me, my love.

What did you want me to do?

MIRNA
NEW MESSAGE

That blast wasn't meant for Riva.

CHOOSE A PLACE. I NEED TO SEE YOU. ALONE.

I had no choice.

We always have a choice, Búfalo.

I'd like us to start
on the right foot, Jean Luc.

In my zone, I'm the dealer and the player.

I handle management,
security, the cameras,

and even the fucking walls.

Not to mention,
I'm also the cleaning lady, huh?

Understand?

You do all that to save money?

Galego, I'm happy to lend you l'argent.

Dinheiro.

It's because I control the power.

That's something you can't lend me
because you don't have any.

Mmm.

A sleep inducer in high concentrations.

And what's odd is that--

This drug isn't addictive,

nor is it commonly used
in suicide attempts either.

Then it seems I was right.

And so were we.

No.

Un petit moment. One minute.

I believe the question now is who did it?

Let me say something first, Jean Luc.

I knew Laurent.

There was a whole lot of people
who wanted to kick his ass, sure.

But to kill him?

And confront you like this,
and us too, in this manner?

This feels like the work
of someone who's totally clueless.

Which means you have no idea
who did it? No suspects?

All we know is that his sailor
basically disappeared into thin air.

From the navy, from his house, everywhere.

And I can assure you
he's not in Rio de Janeiro.

Because, uh, dear Jean Luc,

you understand by now,

things don't usually happen in this city
without us knowing about them.

You enjoy living here?

Yes. Yes, I do.

Why is that?

Nothing.

Goodbye, Galego.

Let's go.

I swear, I didn't know about it.

I'd have stopped him
before he got in the car if I did.

This was worse.

I prepared for dad's death, but Riva's…

It was so sudden, it felt like

losing another dad.

He was very present.

Yeah.

The other day he made me swear
we'd try to get along.

He'd be proud to see us like this.

But Búfalo wouldn't.

You promised not to talk about Búfalo.

-Or was that just another lie?
-I did.

-I lied because I'm worried about you.
-Oh, you're worried about me?

What he did can't be undone.

I don't want to talk about this.

-The Board will never forgive him--
-Stop, Mirna.

-They'll find proof, he'll drag you down--
-I can't do this. Enough. Mirna!

So leave him already and come to us!

I won't betray Búfalo.

Fine.

We can talk about this
when you're ready then.

You're stupid, man,
this place ain't haunted.

-Just pass the ball already.
-Hey, pass it over here!

No, come on guys. You can keep talking.
We're all having fun.

Don't even worry, bro.
Ain't nobody getting arrested, okay?

Were you talking about spirits?
Did you all see a corpse around here?

There's this one kid saying
that this place is haunted.

These kids bought that crappy story.

I see.

Look here.

You see this bill?

It has

nine identical twins.

Want some?

Where's my sister?

You're talking to me.

I only came to talk to Mirna.

If you're gonna be lying from the get-go,
this isn't gonna work out.

We're starting this business
the way that it should be.

Fair and profitable for everybody.

That means we put our emotions aside.

What's your proposal?

We split the territory in exchange
for Búfalo's head.

Let me get this straight.

A proposal

that my sister's husband

gets my help in killing mine
and takes his spot on the Board?

No.

I'd be in charge
because that's how this field works.

But all decisions and profits are split
equally among the three of us.

And what makes you think I'd agree?

That's the thing, Suzana.

You don't have much choice.

What do I have to do?

You're gonna convince him
to go to the carnival ball.

With no bulletproof vest,
weapons, nothing.

People will be patted down,
so he won't be suspicious.

You say you're going earlier
since you're this ball's muse.

Mirna knows the producers,
and will put your name on the list.

You get there,

and you make sure that this gun
is in a specific bathroom.

Just make sure you stay
next to that bathroom.

Is that necessary?

There's no other manner of getting in?

We don't want a normal partner.

We want an accomplice.

I see.

A form of guarantee.

What about mine?

Your sister.

She'd never let anything happen to you.

Who shoots him? Your brother?

Me.

-I want 50 percent.
-It's 33 percent each.

This or nothing.

It's a deal.

Believe it or not, but your son here's

closer than ever to finishing off Búfalo.

You thought you could make it
in this industry

without making a mess, huh?

-It's about time.
-Is it?

Less than a year ago, I was at this table.

And look where I am now.

Same table, same place, kid.

Not the same people anymore, though.

-I didn't send him away.
-No.

I'm the one who sent Délcio away.

-You're the one who killed Sombra.
-On your orders.

You didn't tell him, did you?

You pinned it all on me.

Damn it, I trusted you, Dad.

How about a piece of advice then?

You can't even trust your own shadow.

There are times even that won't show up.

You wanna know why my dad
started calling me Profeta?

'Cause I always end up guessing
what's about to come.

It wasn't a compliment.

Pissed him off instead.

But you guessed right, though?

I deduced.

I guess I had good intuition.

Always thinking about the future.

I think that's called anxiety.

But I'd find a path to get
to the future I wanted.

Did you get it wrong?

Sometimes?

Sometimes.

Why?

Because I don't know if I want
to find out what happens

if we go along with your plan.

I hope that, for once,
I'm actually wrong then.

Good point.

Just hurry up and go
because I'm sick of being here.

Now that's anxiety.

Wait.

I love you.

Mirna Guerra loves me?

Hey, man, fuck you!

I love you too.

I've been dying to say that
for a long time.

Mirna, come here.

There was this short guy
and a really big one.

The short one saw me,

and he pointed a pistol at my head,
and said he'd shoot me.

Then this serious-looking guy came,

but I couldn't tell
if he was their boss or not--

It's fine, stay calm. Do you remember
what those guys looked like?

Did one of them look like him?

Yes. It was that man.

The guy from the restaurant
told me that geezer just went there once.

He came and left by taxi, but the driver
doesn't remember anything else.

No one remembers his face or anything.

-It's complicated.
-Yeah, keep looking.

If I confront her with this,
she'll make some bullshit excuse.

I got you, boss. I'm on it.

Hey.

You see it?

Yeah, I did.

When you arrive, I'll give you the gun.

Marcão will be here shortly.
Then we'll take him to the bath--

I know the plan by heart, Suzana.
It's okay.

How can you be so calm
at a time like this?

Ah. Same feeling as a fight.

But it's good that you're nervous,
'cause no one would buy it otherwise.

They've bought it.

It'll work.

Because we're making this work together.

Promise me one thing, though.

What?

When this is all over, let's have a kid.

And this will be just the beginning.

I'll be there in five minutes.

Got it.

What the fuck?

-Hey, hey, fuck!
-Move, goddammit!

-Go, go, go, now!
-I can't, they've got us surrounded!

Move, move, move, let's go!

Move, damn it! Now!

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION

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