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Go fuck yourselves, assholes!

Well?

You're my hero, man.

Always have been.

RULERS OF FORTUNE

-Go, go see. Please go look. -Hey, buddy, I'm a police officer.

-Can I take a look at the body, please? -Come through.

-Is it? -It's him.

No.

FORMER FIGHTER MURDERED IN RIO

I'll admit, hats off to him.

On his first try, that kid managed to achieve

what Búfalo has tried to do over and over, huh?

Sure, but let's keep in mind killing someone like Búfalo

isn't exactly hard, right?

You think this is a video game, huh?

Tell me, have you ever shot someone? You haven't, have you?

Then fuck off, damn it.

Go.

Suzana went there. It's all over the internet.

-Did she respond to your text yet? -No.

This whole thing is weird.

Judging by the photos, she either deserves an Academy Award

or she really wasn't going to turn him in.

She's up to something, that's for sure.

-Let's see what we can do next. -Don't be an idiot. We don't do anything.

We need to stick to the agreement, nothing more.

Right, Profeta?

Mirna, as long as she lives and breathes,

your sister will go after you.

Not with Búfalo gone.

She'll only get more tricky.

Suzana's like a cobra, and cobras bite.

Here you go.

So, what's your plan then?

Behead the cobra?

Break off our agreement with her?

Is that it?

And now who's the cobra?

You're not going to do anything to her.

She's family, asshole.

I need to hear you promise.

Okay.

Okay, guys.

Our boss has left the game.

Walked right into the other side's trap.

Copy?

They shot everyone.

We gotta stay alert. We're all on their radar.

The guy didn't want the shooter to kill me.

Then this serious-looking guy came.

But I couldn't tell if he was the boss or not.

Yes. It was that man.

I bet a thousand on my school.

Hey, this man's betting a grand on his school.

-You good? -Man, listen here. That's all bullshit.

-Mm-hmm. -It's a guarantee Guerra will win it now.

Búfalo put huge amounts of money in there.

-You fucking with me, Coelho? -I'm dead serious.

What judge is gonna support a dead MMA fighter?

Anyway, he could never get into samba.

By the way, I should probably mention, I ordered some fireworks to be delivered.

To pay homage to the deceased.

-Mm-hmm. -That'll do.

Thank you.

While we're on the topic,

I think we should talk about it.

Talk about what?

Well, I'm just thinking to myself about all this.

Digesting everything that's happened, you know?

But this Profeta…

Goddamn.

He accepts a ceasefire, and then immediately attacks.

Wait a minute here. Don't forget, Búfalo hit them up first.

Yeah. Yeah.

But I can't actually be the only one here

who thinks this Profeta is one big question mark.

So I've been wondering…

Do we really want a wild card like him? Hmm?

Here, causing trouble, capable of God knows what?

When it was Búfalo, you weren't complaining.

Because when Búfalo came in, he was humble.

That kid kept his head down. Not this one.

One day, this new guy just crawls out of Campos.

And just like that, he's stabbing his boss right in the back, goddammit!

What do you want, Marcinho?

Out with it.

You want to veto him from the Board, that it?

Wait, what?

If we do that, the Board will be meaningless.

The guy owns the South Zone

and practically the whole entire North Zone as well,

but he's not on the Board yet?

Are we gonna leave this in the hands of an outcast?

If we don't let him take over the dens, then who else would manage it?

I'm serious.

Who? You, Marcinho?

I'm thinking maybe about a leash.

Hmm, call it something else, like a consultant,

but we give it in exchange for some of his dens, divided amongst us.

Ah, now you're speaking my language, right?

No, no, hang on a minute.

Everyone here likes money. I understand your request.

It's appealing,

but rules have to be followed, no matter what.

If we don't, everything we've built will crumble,

become a no man's land, just like that. That what we want?

We can discuss the rules and all,

but let's hold off till after the Carnival.

Especially since there's still more to be done here first.

Remember, we won't know if he'll accept our proposal.

And then what? Huh?

That would mean a longer war.

What war? He doesn't have that power. He's just an entitled kid.

Mmm, does Renzo agree with that, Marcinho? Hmm?

He'll be out soon.

GERICINÓ STATE PENITENTIARY

He'll agree with us.

He's family.

Where's my uncle, man? Didn't come after all?

He'd only come to stab a knife into your back.

Yeah, but I couldn't possibly go to Carnival without seeing his face.

And now the real game begins.

You're late.

My mom saw this and freaked out.

She said if I keep working as a bicheiro, I better not come back home.

Any chance you got a room I could stay in? Here?

Please, Nelinho. Just for tonight.

ASSHOLE, WHY DID YOU CHANGE THE PLAN? DON'T YOU TRUST YOUR OWN SISTER?

You're stunning.

What the fuck did you do, Mirna? My own sister doesn't trust me?

What does she think'll happen? I'll just confess?

She's desperate.

Are you prepared?

Prepared for what?

Mmm. Come on, get real.

You think this is gonna be easy?

They'll see us for the first time in full possession of the throne.

Let's see how well you handle the heat.

What is it now?

Nothing.

Just enchanted with my queen.

Queen, huh?

-Come here. -No, you come here.

Follow your queen.

Remember this ring?

My father would be happy to know it's made it into the right hands.

But remember,

a king always bows to his queen.

It's my pleasure.

Good evening.

So what's the story?

With what?

With your face.

Mmm.

Explain something to me.

Why aren't you there?

-You belong with them, don't you? -Yeah, I'm confused too.

Do they want us to just invite ourselves over?

Wait for the right time.

Hey, uncle! Uncle!

Over here! Yo, I've been looking for you.

Here, let's get a photo.

Another one.

That was good.

Damn, it's beautiful today, isn't it?

A bummer it's gotta end, my boy.

No, it doesn't end for men like us.

Gotta plan the next parade soon, don't we?

The fun never ends. Right?

Hey, is everything good?

It's just I barely drank anything, and already I'm bloating up like a cow.

It fucking sucks.

There's a possibility you could be president

of the samba school this time next year.

Uncle. Fuck!

My father would never.

He'll come around.

You're actually serious?

Goddamn!

Thank you, Uncle.

-I love you, boy. You know I love you. -I mean it, thank you.

Let's go!

Come on!

Come on! Whoo!

Yeah!

What the hell is she doing?

That girl's not gonna talk about war here, is she?

Hello, my darling.

Tell me, how are you holding up?

Huh?

Well, I'm miserable, Galego.

I won't lie to you. It was difficult to even come here today.

I can imagine, my girl. I can imagine.

Because that's exactly what makes us human, isn't it?

But some advice.

Just a little, my love.

Take all that sorrow, all the heartache, and bury it deep with him.

He was cremated.

Suzana,

my condolences.

Búfalo said the Board was like a family to him, his second family.

I like that he felt that way.

It made me think of my father.

So that's why I'm depending on you all to achieve justice.

Especially since we agreed to a ceasefire, didn't we?

For what?

For my husband to be executed like an animal?

Ceasefire?

You were the one who set up a hit at your father's funeral.

-This doesn't concern you at all. -Don't you dare talk to me in that tone.

-Hey, enough. No, no. -You have no right.

Stop it, Leila. Not here, this is not the place.

-Please, Suzaninha. Not here. -Get out.

-It's not the time nor the place. -Get out.

-Move on. Go. -I beg of you, Leila, enough.

-What? -Give me a break.

I tried to warn Galego about it.

This Profeta, he has no power, no legitimacy.

He's got nothing.

And Suzana marching in like this proves that. Hmm?

LEILA: SUZANA CAME TO BURN YOU. YOU'D BETTER MOVE IT.

We're getting too exposed, Mirna.

That fucking Maestro must be in a box with all the other players.

I'll find Quindim and talk to him too.

What's with the face, Santiago?

It's my uncle. He told me something weird.

He said he wants me to take over the school.

And why not?

Santiago, your uncle has no sons of his own,

so he invented this story with you.

He wants to please you, to be close with you.

But he doesn't get that children must be kept on a short leash.

He doesn't understand that at all.

But let him do it for you anyway.

You have to remember, the man can't drink, can't have good food,

the man can't even fuck, or keep it up for a whole night.

He's done for. Understand?

He'll accept it, eventually,

but we have to show kindness till then.

Let him give you this gift.

-What's up? -Look who's here!

-Yo. All good? -How you doing? Good?

-I was waiting for you, bro. -Yeah.

Fuck, what a goal that was, huh?

-Let's get a photo together. -Come on.

-Come on. -You've gotta take it.

Thanks so much, man. I love it.

We don't know each other yet, I'm Luiz. I'm thrilled to meet you.

-Luiz from Vila Isabel, that it? -That's right!

I know you. I appreciate everything you've done for my family.

-My pleasure. -Is this here Maia from Andaraí?

-That's right. -You good?

We're together.

I'm so glad you're here, Luiz. Let's go!

Cheers, everyone!

Here's to the best Carnival yet.

Not even gonna say hi, Suzana?

I sent you a message, but you never responded.

So I assumed you were pissed off.

Care to tell me why you were talking to Galego and Marcinho?

I was saying hi.

See you later.

Why don't you just stop lying, Suzana?

Admit that you sabotaged our agreement.

I'm lying?

What about you? Who changed the plans?

What's the difference?

Your precious Búfalo isn't here anymore.

Fucking bitch.

Just like you to thrive in my grief, isn't it?

There was no other way.

Didn't you want to have peace?

I was at peace, Mirna.

But you just had to ruin it.

You didn't expect me to react, did you?

I thought that was all Búfalo.

Because you've always seen me as an idiot, you arrogant little cunt--

Go fuck yourself!

You think you're some badass, Mirna?

A big player just like our father?

Our father was honest, not a slimy cobra like you are.

You never wanted anything until you saw me rise up.

Then you married some random fucking idiot just to push me out of the running.

You'd have done it too, Mirna. You know you would've.

You know what makes me happy?

Your man Profeta,

who you think is so perfect, so different from Búfalo?

He'll end up just as power-hungry as everyone else.

I really pity you, Suzana.

Game's over.

You don't realize you've lost, even though your managers do.

Hmm.

See you tomorrow!

-He's a comedian. -Drink!

What about you?

Weren't you invited?

-That's it. -Yeah, come on.

-That's some bullshit. Yeah. -Photo!

Get a shot of the king of the night here with me.

Right over here, man.

More, one more, take it. Yeah.

That's right, my boy.

Hmm.

Let's go, son.

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

Please don't touch my son.

I'll do anything.

This here is Leila, my lovely wife.

Nice to meet you.

How are you?

So, what about us?

I'm afraid I don't know what you mean, Suzana.

Without Búfalo, you've got no power left.

I'm aware. That's precisely why I need you.

What do I get out of it?

The North Zone. I'll give it to you and keep the South Zone.

Let it go, Suzana.

Forget it.

My nephew!

If I'd known you were coming, I'd have prepared something special.

Uncle, I don't telegraph my movements.

You should know that by now.

What the hell?

Are you drunk?

Don't worry about me, but maybe instead focus on your son.

Well, go tell your brother, Xavier.

You want me to tell him, that it?

I do.

I do, because Santiago is acting like an idiot to prove himself to his father.

I'm not referring to Santiago.

I mean the other one.

The one you left at the orphanage all those years ago.

What are you getting at?

I'll spell it out for you.

That baby of yours that I left live is here,

30 years later, a grown man,

about to join the Board.

Is this how you are now, Xavier?

You drink two beers, but it might as well be 50?

You're not the same guy anymore.

No, I'm not.

I got rid of an important part of myself.

My heart.

The part that felt sorry for you, and your baby.

Stop this!

What do you want? Revenge?

To be done with Galego?

-Don't say there's nothing in it for you-- -That's enough. Fuck off!

I should just kill you here and now.

But before I do that,

I'm going to make you confess to Galego that this boy who looks like an angel

wants to shove a knife in his back--

Go ahead. Go ahead.

Go ahead, do it.

And I'll tell him that his brother,

this pathetic disgrace,

a man Galego gave the rank of diplomat and counselor,

is the one who lied to him for his entire life.

Who will he think is stabbing him in the back then?

You know I'm right, so fuck off!

-That boy know he's actually your son? -No!

Profeta hasn't been told.

And he better not find out.

There's no point in him knowing, Xavier.

It's our parade day. Be reasonable, just calm down.

If I were reasonable, I'd have done my duty that day,

and shot you and your baby.

Say hello to Imperatriz de Santa Cruz!

Let's go…!

Come on!

You're not at the parade?

Quite a house, isn't it?

A lot of space for one guy.

So what?

Mmm.

Let me pay you rent.

And live here.

I've never lived with a girl.

Same as living with a boy.

But it's fine if you don't want me to stay.

I can find somewhere else.

One month.

Are you gay, Nelinho?

You used to speak less.

I've never seen you with a woman.

Just wanna know who I'm living with.

That's all.

I'm Jefferson's little guard dog.

With the stamp on my face.

You need to get over yourself already.

This bullshit takes up more space in your mind

than it does on your face.

It's a mark. Everyone's marked. We're all scarred--

Not everyone was thrown through a double-pane window by their father

trying to save their brother.

Should I leave then?

Okay.

UNKNOWN NUMBER NEW MESSAGE

I

REMEMBER THE KID WHO SAW YOU KILL A TRUCK DRIVER?

500K IN MY HAND OR THIS VIDEO WILL GO VIRAL.

-Tell me how it happened. -I was out hunting birds for fun.

Then this random truck showed up.

They came and I wasn't sure if it was…

Very sorry about your husband.

So what did you get?

It's Profeta, isn't it?

It was your husband who hired me.

Then why don't you go talk to a medium, Emerson.

Information doesn't come free.

Pay me 500 grand and I will give you the name, address, photos,

and videos proving who it is.

You think I'm an idiot?

Years now you've been bleeding us of money.

-Take it out of what we've given you. -Really?

Where's that agreement?

Look, Suzana, Búfalo isn't the boss now.

And as far as I know,

without my information, you can't be in charge of the family.

Give me a little time to put together the cash.

No problem.

Call me when it's ready.

He's giving us 24 hours to get the cash.

-But it could be a bluff. -24 hours is impossible.

We've got to, Nelinho!

I could be in prison for the rest of my life if we can't!

-Hello? -Hello.

-Are you there? -I'm here.

The boy's family have all flown the coop. No one's here.

Goddammit, can't be happening.

A neighbor did say there was a cop sniffing around for them.

What cop? Who? Tell me what he looked like.

I don't know.

All they said is he drove a black car here.

He was wearing a hat, couldn't see his face.

-And when was that? -Friday. The family left the day after.

Same day as the Carnival.

Okay, anything goes down, call me.

Friday. Same day we killed Búfalo.

-So what? -So come on, think about it.

A guy just shows up out of nowhere poking around this kid?

Someone sent him there.

Búfalo?

Now that Búfalo is dead,

some son of a bitch is trying to get some money from me.

Suzana, Jefferson.

Why wouldn't he just get the money out of her?

That little bitch would pay any amount to fuck me over.

And Mirna?

-No, forget Mirna. -She knows everyone in the family--

Forget Mirna, damn it!

If she finds out we took the machines, we're completely fucked, man.

She'll never trust me again.

But you're right about one thing, Nelinho.

They have to be working for the Guerras.

Búfalo wouldn't put this bullshit in someone else's hands.

Especially considering Gerson was blamed for it.

We gotta find out which police are on their payroll.

Time for them to pay their debts.

They owe us some favors.

All right. We'll call from the car.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Just thinking.

Thinking?

I spoke with Xavier the other day.

He said something really strange, Leila.

Some idea he had about retiring

and having Santiago take over the samba school.

I didn't really get it.

I haven't heard anything about that. That's new.

What did you say?

What do you think?

Well, I said it was fine by me. What else could I say to that?

I bring someone on to keep watch over Santiago, and that's it.

Still though, I think I'll give him a phone call.

Where's my, my cell? I have to find out if--

Let Xavier rest.

He deserves some after the carnival.

He worked so incredibly hard.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's right. That's right.

-We'll see him at the vote counting. -Mm-hmm.

That's very true.

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

-I'm so fucked. This video could be viral. -Calm down.

We'd have heard already if it was.

Hey.

Hey, boss, how are you?

-Nelinho. -Hey.

Here.

This is every policeman we got working for us.

None of them wear hats.

He was trying to hide his face.

Goddamn, that's a lot of people, dude.

Are they all officers?

One of them a detective? He's got to be an investigator.

Saboya.

Jaime.

Ribeiro.

Emerson.

Emerson is the collector.

He's bald.

That fucking hat might be to cover it.

What was his car?

A Ford Fusion.

-Black car. -That's it.

Know where he lives?

Don't worry, I'll find out.

I gotta pose a question though.

What's happening?

The man could be dead. I'd be blamed for it if I'm seen there.

Luiz.

You're cleaning my mess right now.

I'll clean yours later.

That's all you gotta know.

-I'm gonna go back so Mirna doesn't freak. -Yeah. Go on.

You go after this guy.

Hello! Hello, champions!

-Look alive. It's here. -Hey, everyone. Good luck.

The day has come.

-How are you, my friend? -Doing great, thanks.

Where's Xavier?

-Where's your uncle? -No idea.

Keep calling, Santiago.

I can't believe he wouldn't be here for the vote.

No one has the video except me. I swear to you.

He was going to meet Suzana later on down at the beach.

So even if I paid him I'd be fucked anyway, you son of a bitch?

No, no! The meeting wasn't about that at all, I swear!

-Shut your goddamn mouth, asshole-- -No, calm down. Let's just talk.

Let's talk, I beg you.

Hey, Profeta.

Come on, man, I'm a police officer. Every bicheiro needs one.

Come on, man, don't do this. I'm a family man. Look.

Look, I got photos of my kids.

Here.

Marcos and Vinicius, they're my everything.

My wife has depression and won't handle it.

-Please let's talk-- -Shut your mouth.

Confirm the meeting with Suzana.

Profeta. Please, talk to me--

The votes are being counted as we speak.

We'll announce the winner of the first category

of the Carnival parade of 2025.

We will announce the winner at the central region of samba city.

This area stands in the center of the school's warehouses

located in the port area of Rio de Janeiro.

This is the second year in a row that the scoring is being held here,

so that fans of the samba school may also join in to watch.

There are entire families following the judging,

which promises to be an emotional moment for everyone.

Supporters and members are present.

And we can expect a big celebration…

…including a parade in the streets.

Milton, what caught your attention the most this year?

The sambistas are my personal favorite, Oliver.

And now we will begin the official scoring

to determine the winners of this year's Carnival.

First category,

percussion.

Our judge is João Andrade.

Encanto do Cais, 9.7.

Those goddamn bitches, it's fucking rigged!

Flor de Madureira, 10!

Hell, yeah!

Harmony.

-Águia do Samba, 10. -Yeah!

Samba-enredo, 9.8.

Allegorical floats and props, 10!

Flor de Madureira, 9.8.

Ah…

Imperatriz de Santa Cruz, 10!

-It's goddamn rigged! -Amanhecer da Zona Norte, 10!

-I'm going to the hotel. -No!

Our future president is leaving now? Are you serious?

-You're gonna leave? -Rosa do Cacique da Serra, 10!

Imperial do Rio de Janeiro, 9.8.

-Hey, there. -I wanted to talk to you.

Can you let him know…

10!

Oh, thank you so much. I'll tell him.

Imperial do Rio de Janeiro, 9.8.

Coelho came up to me and said he wants to offer his congratulations.

Sounds like by the next meeting you'll officially be on the Board.

You see? You didn't need to show your face here to win.

Sambistas da Pedreira…

I'll have really won when I'm there with no one questioning my place, Mirna.

Amanhecer da Zona Norte, 10!

-Get in the car! Get in the car now! -Get the fuck back.

It's over. It's over, come here. Shut up.

Get in the fucking car!

Get in.

Are you crazy? There's a shit ton of cameras out there!

Nelinho, if she speaks again, you can fucking shoot her.

LOVE FROM YOUR BROTHER, XAVIER

Ah…

Out of the car.

Let's go, faster.

Fucking traitor bitch!

To think Mirna fucking trusted you.

Tell me one thing, does Mirna know that too?

She has no fucking idea, and she never will.

Don't do this, please. She'll never forgive you.

Shut your mouth!

Suzana.

First, you tried to use my brother's boyfriend to attack my family.

But I'm still here.

Then you broke our deal and sent Búfalo to kill me,

and I'm still fucking here.

You tried to have me blackmailed,

and I'm still here.

So if you imagine you'll bring me down once again,

who do you think will come out of this alive?

Get up, bitch. Get the fuck up!

Take this money here and buy yourself a ticket to fucking hell.

I warn you, I'd better not see you in Rio,

or ever with Mirna again.

You'll separate me from my sister forever? Is that what you want?

What I want is to put a bullet in your fucking brain. Don't question me.

But I won't because of your sister.

You'll get a monthly income, so no complaining.

Now, if you think about getting near her,

if I ever catch wind of you back here with your toxicity,

I would love to have a reason to defend my wife.

Nelinho, stay with her until you're sure that she's completely gone.

Pick up the money.

Pick it the fuck up!

Last category

before we finally learn

which school is the 2025 Carnival Champion!

My people!

Oh, oh, oh!

Encanto do Cais,

-9.8. -You've got to be fucking kidding.

What a joke!

He's not opening up to them. I'm gonna have the door broken in.

Flor de Madureira, 9.9.

-Imperatriz de Santa Cruz. -Here it is, here it is!

Score…

-Ten! -Fuck, yeah!

Finally, number one!

-I knew we could do it! -Yeah! What's wrong?

He's not responding.

They say that…

Wh-- What are they saying, Santiago?

What are they saying?

His heart stopped. There's no pulse. He's gone.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Rosa do Cacique da Serra, 10!

Profeta, you have to get to the hotel before Galego.

Calm down. I don't understand, Leila, slow down.

Xavier has committed suicide.

He learned about us. I'm not sure how, but he did.

He might have left something behind.

A letter, a recording, a photo.

I don't know, but I'm sure there's something.

Room 2611, top floor.

Find a way to get in.

If you see anything that implicates us, get rid of it.

Mr. Galego, I was waiting for you before I called the police.

Here's the room key.

TO MY BROTHER, CARLOS FERNANDEZ

I told you, Dad. I knew something was wrong.

He wasn't well.

You don't give a shit, do you?

Santiago.

It's okay.

Calm down.

Oh, it's okay, baby.

Oh, shh.

My brother,

I'm sorry if this farewell isn't quite as spectacular as you imagined it being.

I can already hear you chewing me out.

But life has lost its flavor for me.

Please forgive me for not having the courage

to tell you to your face what I'm telling you now.

I hid from you that Leila had a son with José

when they ran away together.

I killed that traitor, just like you wanted.

But I just couldn't bring myself to kill a baby.

Leila and José's son is the same man who is trying to secure a place on the Board.

He's Jefferson Moraes, or Profeta.

He is the baby, Galego.

I've heard of you.

Hey.

You find something there?

No.

No letter, nothing.

I'm glad.

I appreciate it, Jefferson.

I'm at your service,

Leila Fernandez.

If the cook hadn't warned me, just think, huh?

It looks like the house was robbed.

More like rats scurrying off a sinking boat.

Knock it off, will you?

What should I say then?

I feel sorry for Suzana?

Hmm.

You know it's better this way.

I have no other family, Profeta.

-My grandmother will also-- -Family isn't a nest, Mirna.

Family is a prison.

Is that how you see yours?

Yes.

But now that we've left this prison, we'll take over the whole world.

With me on the Board, Mirna,

you and I will be the most powerful family in Rio de Janeiro.

They didn't want a woman.

They didn't want a boy out of Campos.

Now they'll bow at our feet.

Or we'll trample them into dust.

Marcinho, Renzo,

Coelho, Galego.

Then you and I will build our own nest.

He didn't pass away because of you.

Yeah, but he was battling something, I could tell.

I could feel it.

I know you could.

You keep that side hidden. I know you've always been empathetic.

Just like Xavier.

That empathy may be useful to you now.

How so?

You've lost your protector, but your father has lost his counselor.

Either he'll bring you close,

make you his new Xavier,

or he'll repel you for good.

You're at a crossroads, my son.

One that could change your life.

You might pick the best track for you, but you better listen to me.

Let's be honest, Xavier would've hated

to have a room named after him, that's for sure.

He'd prefer a sign like,

"When shit happens, turn it into fertilizer."

Or, "Stubbed toes only happen to those who walk."

"If dieting was that helpful, lions would hunt lettuce."

-Life abounds. -Life abounds.

Ah, Xavier.

Ah, Xavier.

Xavier, my brother, I-- I hadn't seen him laugh for a while.

He stopped laughing altogether, hmm?

Right?

But… Xavier was the best at living. He knew how to, that's what counts.

The family's samba school will be led by Santiago.

That was Xavier's wish, and I will uphold that.

Good luck, my boy.

Thank you.

Santiago with the school…

my nephew Renzo back with us on the Board.

It's like the sun appearing in the middle of a thunderstorm.

Thank you all.

It's great to be back, thank you.

All these years spent fermenting ideas.

That's exactly what will bring prosperity to our group.

-Yes. Absolutely. -That's for certain.

Thank you, my uncle.

For letting my voice be heard even while I was away.

I have no doubt you'll be to me exactly what Xavier was to Galego.

A faithful squire.

Look. The man who can see the future.

Pleasure having you.

How are you?

You were the one missing here, Profeta.

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