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I'm going back to Gerson's bar to see what happened.

To see if Búfalo killed him because of me.

Yeah. He probably did.

Because of the gambling too.

Gerson was no saint, was he, Jefferson?

Yeah.

Even so, it's fucking brutal, man.

If that's the case, we have to remember that Búfalo doesn't stop to think.

I have to find a way to make my plan work.

Keep quiet. Get down.

Quietly, now.

You too, motherfucker.

Come on, get him up.

What the hell?

Where are my slot machines?

What slot machines?

Is that how it's going to be? Tortuga, pass the hammer.

I just cleaned the gym.

That takes hard work, and now I have to mess it up.

- Tell me where they are. - Hold on.

Explain it to me.

What slot machines?

I'll explain.

This hammer will beat the hand off your arm

to stop you from stealing.

Where the fuck are my slot machines?

Is this about Gerson?

Wait!

Calm down.

Calm down?

I saw you storming into his bar.

You were right to be angry with him.

I'm angry because you fucking stole from me!

Where the fuck are my slot machines?

You're pissed because he's not making any money.

That's why you're angry.

Ask him why I was there.

Here's what we'll do. We'll all go to a medium and ask Gerson.

Or I kill you so you can ask him yourself.

The slot machines aren't making money, are they?

I don't think he was stealing from you. He was just too dumb for his job.

I decided to take advantage of that.

Check it out, guys.

We were looking for a thief and got a con artist. So tell us.

You got a bicheiro, bro.

A bicheiro who wants to make those spots profitable, for you and me.

You can't call that grubby napkin a business plan.

I was showing Gerson that he's as bad at running spots

as my brother is at getting those handcuffs off.

- Come on, man. Damn! - Son of a bitch!

Don't fucking move. Keep quiet.

The deal still stands.

I'll double your profit in six months.

Consider what you're offering us.

Are you sure about that?

I'm sure.

If it goes to shit, I'll pay up.

If you don't keep your word,

you're fucked.

Do you understand?

I do.

Right then, bicheiro.

You have three months.

Let's go.

Three months.

RULERS OF FORTUNE

With your bare hands?

I know it's easy for you, but nobody does that anymore, Búfalo.

Gerson was my dad's partner.

People will be scared to work for us.

They fucking should be.

The Board will think you're disrespecting my father.

He was the one being disrespectful.

Damn it.

I've just joined, and he was trying to turn the Board against me.

Not on my watch.

- It'd be easier if he were betraying you. - He probably is.

What if you told the Board that?

Yeah.

You're right.

I'll talk to them.

Stealing slot machines isn't profitable.

I didn't know Gerson was trying to screw me.

He was jealous of me.

That's right.

That's right. Betrayal is unforgivable.

For the Board, that would settle the theft.

I've already got a new kid working in Gerson's place.

He's good.

It's gonna be okay.

The game is changing.

It's starting to look like you.

I couldn't reply to your message.

Has something happened?

It wasn't safe to come sooner.

I spoke to my partners.

We'll pay up.

There's no chance our partnership will collapse.

They don't want a partner.

They want a high-class straw man.

They'll use your money to build the business,

then embezzle the revenue in a slush fund.

If it goes to shit, you'll go to jail.

Those motherfuckers.

I want someone from our side in there.

You're in there.

Someone who can make decisions and tip the odds in your favor.

It's a long game, but it's a safer bet.

If we win, we'll be running the show.

Okay.

I met a young man.

His name is Profeta.

It's a done deal, Nélio.

Thirty of Gerson's old spots.

It didn't go as I planned, but it happened.

Now keep your cool.

Loads of bookers worked with Gerson.

He'd been running spots for years.

Here he is.

Corleone.

Here's the boss. Are you here to see me or Corleone?

I'm here to see my horse, Corleone. Turbocharged and full of fuel, right?

- Perfect. All set for today? - Yes.

- Ready? - We're gonna win.

- Yeah? - Trust me.

What is that?

Are you gay now, too?

Give over, boss.

Don't you know me?

See this, Xavier? I took him in when he was small, looked after him,

Can you believe that?

I'm just kidding.

Now tell me, honestly.

Do the ladies like it?

They do, boss. They love it.

Then you're forgiven.

Now...

Don't let this dazzle you.

Okay?

Good luck.

Thanks.

That earring was gold.

So was the chain.

- They're here. - We're going to talk.

We're not pushovers, but we don't want trouble.

They're in charge...

Most of you don't know me.

Jefferson Moraes.

But they call me Profeta.

This is my brother, Nélio.

We call him Nelinho, so people don't get scared off.

We know we've turned up at a tough time.

Gerson was a legend around here.

- And taking over his spots will-- - I have a question.

Who are you to take over? No one knows you.

- Who's asking? - André.

Maluco.

I got that nickname from my uncle, Gerson Januário.

It means "crazy," but I'm perfectly sane.

I'm sorry about your uncle.

But if you interrupt me again, you can leave.

I'm a bicheiro, like all of you.

I came here to do what I did in Campos.

Modernize the spots to make more money.

If we help each other and stick together,

we all benefit.

This is bullshit.

Something to say?

Easy now. What we want to know is,

how will you make us money from this modernization?

Updating everything will be hard work. Look at how many of us there are.

- You're Tião, right? - Right.

Increasing our revenue increases your cut.

- Simple. - None of it is fucking simple!

A kid like you should be a delivery boy, not screwing with my uncle's legacy.

Calm the hell down.

Stay, man.

Jorge Guerra was my age when he became his father-in-law's manager.

I owe my respect to him, to Gerson, and to Búfalo.

Not to Maluco.

Whoever wants to join him,

there's the door.

Come on. Don't do this, man.

I told you, these guys are crazy, man.

Galego.

So, you're here to bet on my horse, are you?

Oh, absolutely.

I came to say that we sorted out that thing--

I know who was scamming us with the slot machines.

I've...

Who was it?

It was Gerson.

You can't trust anybody these days.

He was with us for 30 years.

Do you know what this means?

They thought you looked like a fool.

You did well.

That's the way to deal with it.

You did well.

Problem solved.

He didn't even ask about the slot machines.

Hey, Moacir.

How's it going?

Good to see you.

Galego.

Hello, Doctor.

How are you?

Good, and you?

- Are you well? - I am.

Oh, Leila.

This is Audrey, my dermatologist.

Remember?

Nice to meet you.

You're beautiful.

Thank you.

So you're responsible for my husband's transformation?

He's a new man.

He is.

Unrecognizable.

Come to bet on some young filly? He can't stop himself.

I know about people.

I'm still learning about animals.

Excuse me.

I only bet 10,000.

If you're right, we'll lose less.

Maluco is difficult.

He's got experience, but a short fuse.

I really don't trust him.

The problem is, Profeta...

Fuck it, I'll say it.

You see this office?

That chair you're sitting in?

All this was Gerson's before I even had pubes.

Now you turn up and take over without paying a thing.

Rayane and her daughter are broke, and I can't help much. I have a family.

I'll help the widow.

How about you?

What can I offer to have you throwing those punches for me?

You and the neighborhood?

Now you're speaking my language.

Here's what we'll do. I'll let you get settled in first.

Bit by bit, you'll talk them round. Everyone will end up on your side.

Then you get Maluco on board,

and then we can talk about what you can do for the neighborhood.

Okay?

Okay, Tião.

That Maluco is a fucking thorn in my side, man.

A thorn can be pulled out.

Pulled out and disposed of.

Just because he disagrees?

He's a cornerstone in all this.

If he cracks, everything collapses.

But we'll sort this shit out.

Into the final stretch.

Corleone in the lead, then Tough Girl and Harakiri.

Comet and Dark Star vie for position. Corleone losing pace.

Tough Girl is up by a nose, Harakiri makes a move.

They're neck and neck, and Corleone is looking tired.

Harakiri comes through and opens up a two-length lead.

And they cross the finish line.

Harakiri in first place, Corleone in second, Tough Girl is third.

Fourth place goes to Comet, and fifth place to Dark Star.

Black comes in sixth,

and that's the end of the race.

I'll have someone look into it.

We'll need a new chef too.

Profeta?

Get in.

Don't tell me what to do.

I'm not. Leila Fernandez is.

Can I tempt you?

No, thanks.

Not when I'm working.

What's said on this boat stays on this boat, okay?

Come with me.

Let me see if you're any good.

I'll start.

What's your biggest ambition?

In business?

In life?

Or in love?

I'm interested in one thing.

Over 300 spots in Rio.

Is that all?

Think I'm bluffing?

I think you're lying. Bluffing is different.

I was once told that the secret to success is the secret.

That's right.

But to get 300 spots in Rio, you need to be on the Board.

I can help with that.

What's in it for you?

Let's just say I'll need you to defend my interests there.

With respect, ma'am, doesn't Galego do that?

Firstly, "ma'am" my ass.

Second, Galego only defends his own interests.

Our interests used to align. Not anymore.

Who's to say I won't tell Galego about this?

I know he's the top banker in Rio,

and you're just unhappily married.

That's the problem.

You don't know much at all.

The owner of this boat is my insurance against anyone who crosses me.

So this game has three players.

It will have, when you join.

In exchange for my knowledge of the Board and the money I've given you.

This pot is too big for me.

That's how I like to win.

Without having to show my cards.

But, since you're a beginner, I'll show my hand.

If I were a beginner, I wouldn't have folded at the right time.

This is Rio de Janeiro, Profeta.

In this game you want in on, the stakes are high.

You either call the bet or leave the table.

What do you gain from all this?

A better position in the game.

A Board member who's more willing to share their power with me.

If your husband finds out, you're dead.

And so am I.

But if we win, you join the Board,

and I move to France.

Where would we start?

You already have.

At the wedding.

Only open them when I say.

Okay.

Oh, God.

Open your eyes.

DERMATOLOGY CLINIC

You didn't have to do this, Galego.

I know I didn't have to, darling, but for some reason, I did it anyway.

If you want a clinic, it has to be the best clinic in town.

Galego!

My love!

I can't believe it.

Fucking son of a bitch.

What is it?

Xavier found out the kid was paid to throw the race.

And the worst part?

I paid for his education, his travel, his meals.

Fuck it, you know?

If you were to add it up, it's small change.

But did he need to do that?

You gave him much more than that.

You gave him your trust.

You understand me, huh?

You have to send a message.

No one betrays Galego Fernandez.

You only betray with Galego Fernandez.

No fucking way.

I won't do that shit. I'm no gigolo.

You're already doing it with nothing in return.

You won't be using Mirna.

She'll be using you.

She wants her place on the Board. She can't get that without a man.

Without her, you're just another small-timer from Campos.

So tell me, what do you think?

If it was bad, I wouldn't be doing it so often.

Good to know.

But I'm talking about me taking over Gerson's patch.

Didn't they tell you?

Fuck. Búfalo doesn't tell me shit.

I don't want to badmouth him. He's my boss.

But he was wrong not to consult you.

- You don't know me. - But I know your reputation.

You turned the family's finances around.

I'd like your thoughts on something.

I want to open a bingo hall.

With a sports betting station at the bar.

Do you have one?

No.

Then it seems pretty stupid.

Money going into something you don't own.

I can't swim against the tide.

They're all the rage.

I'll profit from it.

How?

Old folks don't gamble online.

They don't have accounts or credit cards.

Goal!

They want to bet at the bar, in cash?

Then they can.

They pay me a betting fee and a percentage of their winnings.

If they don't have the cash to bet, I'll lend them some.

I give them credit.

They pay a high interest rate.

If they win, I earn more.

They lose, I earn the fees.

It can't fail.

One account making that many bets?

Suspicious. The taxman will be on your ass in no time.

Unless...

Unless?

I know a guy who can open ghost accounts for online betting sites.

Open several of them,

get a bunch of credit cards, and stay under the radar.

Will you be my partner?

I'm the owner, Profeta.

I'm just on the bench for now.

For now, Mirna.

I know, Jean-Luc.

I know.

But I need another month.

Was it awful?

Jean-Luc doesn't understand the subtleties of Brazil.

Fucking idiot!

He hasn't learned the lessons you have.

- Did you tell him about Profeta? - No.

He's the secret weapon in our arsenal.

Our arsenal?

You always play blackjack with more than one hand.

You're more likely to win

and reveal more cards.

The Board is one hand.

Profeta is another. Why do you need more?

I have my sights on Brasília.

Brasília?

You don't know Brazil, Laurent.

It's risky. The Board might find out.

Do you know what is risky?

To stop being a lover

and only being an advisor.

I won't let you make that mistake again.

So, Rayane.

Let's talk about splitting the profit from the spots.

Did Búfalo tell you to do this?

No.

- Hey. Are you deaf? - That's my mom.

Why can't I go in?

Let go.

You were at the meeting with the bookers.

Why come to the meeting, Tamires?

I was telling your mom I'm giving you a share of the profit from the spots.

I get the office and the slot machine money.

You get the rest.

Is that it?

All this was my dad's.

This belonged to the Guerra family.

I'm acting out of respect for your dad.

If you want more, be civil.

- Let me work the spots. - Your dad never allowed it.

Do you want to spit on his grave?

You'll earn more than any booker.

You can study, go to college.

I'm not a college person.

Oh, aren't you, Tamires? So what are you?

We have a deal.

Let her go.

Let her go. She's pissed.

It's not about you.

She knows you weren't involved in Gerson's death,

and he was in debt with those slot machines.

Honestly, Gerson... He thought he was Santa Claus.

Everybody gambled on the cuff.

He didn't charge them.

Even his nephew didn't pay up.

- André Maluco? - Yeah.

He owed him?

He did.

A lot of money.

Gerson said it was about 40,000, but it was probably more.

I'll fix that for you.

I want to talk to you.

Fucking hell.

Did that kid send you?

Go back and tell him to come himself.

I'm the one who wants a chat.

You don't want him here.

Oh, yeah?

What's he gonna do?

Send Búfalo round to kill me?

Cut my face up so I look as good as you?

That was an accident.

The problem with an accident is you can't get revenge.

Oh, you get upset too easily, Nelinho.

You're not ugly, man.

You're just different.

Is that how you talk to your uncle's widow when she asks for the 50K you owe her?

I don't owe her shit, that lying bitch.

You have a week to get the 50K.

Just sell your motorbike.

That's for you.

You're fucking slow, man.

You drank too much last night. Let's go!

- Búfalo, I need to talk... - One, two.

- I need to talk to you. - So talk.

I'm Gerson's nephew. I should be taking over.

Come over here, pal.

I'm sick of your whining. Okay?

I'm not whining. I know about this stuff.

People respect me. It'd be good for business.

Are you saying I don't know how to run things, pal?

Get out of here.

Get the fuck out!

Go!

- Get out of here. - Who let this loser in?

Let's go.

Keep moving.

That nutjob is one of yours.

André Maluco, Gerson's nephew.

Fuck, he's cocky as hell.

Fucking pain in the ass. Straighten him out.

Maluco sure is crazy. He just dug his own grave.

- What's up, Tião? - Hey.

- How's it going? - All good. Hey, Nelinho.

Come with me.

- My first bingo hall in Rio. - Damn.

You're rolling in it, huh?

Campos must be the El Dorado of the north.

I like investing in my community.

That's what I like to hear.

It's music to my ears.

When you open this place, no one will remember Gerson ever existed.

Even more so when they find out Rio's favorite booker is the manager.

Are you kidding me?

Are you turning me down?

Are you crazy?

An offer like that, bro... I can't say no.

I'm gonna have to bet on you.

Damn.

What the hell?

I'm sorry, but it's a no.

In Brazil, we're protectionists, you know?

It's gambling, congressman.

You're so proud of your illegal industry

that you won't even think about

the influx of independent foreign capital when you make it legal?

Why does every gringo

think they can just wave some money around

and we'll bow down to them?

You don't have to be from here,

from Rio,

to know who runs things

and what they do to people who...

challenge them, you know?

You know...

when I arrived,

I only noticed the obvious differences between here and France.

But with time,

I noticed the little things.

The details.

For example,

the way you treat your kids.

I don't understand it.

You let them do whatever they want.

Your ten-year-old niece, for example.

Alice.

We're doing well, but if we relax, they'll get the better of us.

Rest up, bro.

You're famous, man.

I came to ask for your autograph.

Isn't it the other way around?

You look more like a king than I do.

Bingo and all that shit. You're smashing it.

What about my message, asshole?

I was going to reply.

But the preseason is fucking tough.

Are you coming to the opening?

Man, with respect...

Things are different now I'm in the top league.

I can't go to certain events anymore.

You get me?

- I can't be seen-- - You don't understand.

I'm not asking a top league soccer player.

I'm asking my old friend who used to borrow my boots.

That's fucking unfair, man. A low blow.

It was unfair when you'd get yellow cards to make some extra money.

From those gambling sites.

That's really fucking unfair.

Familiarity is a bitch.

So tell me, man. When is it?

Get a horse to carry you, Tortuga. Damn.

I did it for you, man.

Thanks.

You lose, asshole.

- Quiet. - What the fuck?

Fucking give it to me. You lose.

- You're making a big fucking mistake. - Give me your watch.

- I'll come after you. - Take it off.

Wedding ring.

Take your chain off, motherfucker.

- And the ring. - You can't have that.

Give it to me or I'll shoot you.

Let's go.

Find a way, okay?

Check the cameras. Check the whole city.

Use your contacts.

- Just don't say too much-- - About what?

Nothing, Suzy. Go back to sleep.

I'm...

Why are you using that phone?

If it's a woman, tell me now.

You know I don't do that.

I was leaving the beach, and someone stuck a gun in my face.

They took my wedding ring, my chain, and...

your father's ring.

What do you mean, Búfalo? Didn't you have security?

Tortuga's your coach.

He's an awful head of security.

That much is obvious.

Don't worry. I'll fix it.

I'll fix it.

If we can't, we'll make a copy. No one will know. Suzy.

Suzy.

Suzana!

Careful when you return the bike to the rental place.

Nélio's coming to the opening.

Ever seen him lost for words?

Get ready.

He'd be lost for words if he knew Leila Fernandez and a gringo paid for it.

It's shit, huh?

Territory in Rio, a huge bingo hall,

Mirna Guerra...

We can't even talk about our biggest win.

He doesn't suspect?

He will do.

But when he sees the money coming in, he'll soon forget.

This Leila Fernandez...

Do you trust her?

I do and I don't.

But I studied the business inside out.

It can't go wrong.

Hey.

This is the real shot in the dark.

Is that my dad's ring?

Did you steal the damn thing?

Did you?

I'm calling Suzana. You're insane.

I'm ambitious, but I'm not insane, Mirna.

I read people.

What did you see when you read me?

If the Board wasn't a bunch of old men,

you'd be sat in Jorge's chair.

So you bring me his ring, like a prince.

No, I brought you an offer.

We join the Board together. You and I.

If I wanted a man to be my puppet, I'd have done it already.

I know the drill.

Dad married Mom and took over her spots. She had no say.

I won't do that.

I've put my life in your hands, so you know you can trust me.

If you call Suzana, I'm dead.

It'd take me 15 years to join the Board.

Together, we'd get there in two.

Give me a shortcut. I'll give you a ride.

I don't need a fucking ride.

I'll open my own casino.

Búfalo won't let you.

Fuck Búfalo.

Suzana calls the shots.

What's up, Riva?

Can you polish my ego like you polish these cars?

If you were to shine any brighter, you'd blind people.

So, sweetie. You abandoned me.

Who told you to swap me for her?

Are you here to see your sister or Riva?

Riva, of course. Who else?

A casino, Mirna? Really?

Seriously, opening a casino now?

We're getting gambling legalized and you want an illegal casino?

- You open new places every month. - We don't.

My guys are the ones opening them, not us.

- I'm not asking. I just-- - It doesn't work like that.

In this family, what I say goes.

If I say you're not opening a casino, you're not. Stop.

Help me if you have free time.

I've got loads to do for Dad.

Household staff, doctors, appointments.

Sure. If you're not caring for Dad, what is there for you to do?

Enough. I don't want to hear this.

I won't let you talk down to my wife.

This is no place for spoiled brats.

Right, fuck this.

Oh, and none of this is yours, Búfalo.

It's my father's.

Corleone.

Corleone.

What happened to you?

They didn't let you win, did they?

Right?

Did they apologize?

Hey, did you...

Did you apologize to Corleone?

No?

On my way here, I thought of something I've already told you.

Something my dad taught me.

God deals the cards, and we play the game.

Yes, I remember.

You do?

So,

let me ask you,

what was missing?

You had one hell of a hand.

What was missing?

Nothing was missing, Galego.

Well, something must have been.

For you to accept money to screw me over.

Right?

Huh?

Don't lie.

It's my mom.

What about her?

She needs surgery.

Why didn't you tell me?

You know me.

- I know, boss, but... - Well, then.

- You're lying. Look at this gold. - No--

Don't. You're dripping in gold. Are you trying to play me?

- No-- - You are. Listen here.

We're playing a game.

You just made your move.

Now it's my turn.

Now I make my move.

That's fair, right?

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

I'm sorry.

Galego.

You'll never ride again, motherfucker.

IF I'M NOT DEAD BY THEN,

I'LL BE WAITING FOR YOU AT THE BINGO HALL OPENING.

We'll take Dad to the doctor's office.

Pull up outside and I'll get him out.

- Okay. - It'll be quick.

After the appointment, Riva, we--

Riva, do you have the number of Dad's old bodyguard?

What does Mirna want?

- After the appointment... - Cut it out, Riva. What does Mirna want?

Did she tell you she can't open the casino?

You should be more generous to your sister.

She's not generous to me.

A starving dog will still bite its owner.

Your dad knew that, so he let your sister do as she pleased.

Suzana,

your sister will cause more trouble if she's shackled.

You know?

Ready?

Ready.

MIRNA MISSED CALL

WAITING FOR YOU

We're honored, man.

A future striker for the Brazilian team supporting the family business.

Ever since that little bingo hall in Campos.

This is little too.

You're a star now.

You need to think big.

- Do you know about Bitcoin? - I've heard of it, but not really.

- You don't? - No.

I can fill you in.

Why don't we arrange a meeting?

What do you think?

Bring your teammates.

I'll give you a cut if any invest.

Arrange it with my agent.

Okay? You can count on me.

Great.

That's what I like to see.

It's hot.

Evening.

This is what a modern bicheiro looks like.

Does it get better than this?

It doesn't.

But the cash will really flow once you pay back your loans.

How much did you spend on this?

Relax. I paid for it myself.

The cops are downstairs.

They asked for you.

Is there a problem, officer?

Just the one.

Our agreement no longer stands.

We're raising our rates.

You're screwing me, officer.

Today, on our opening night?

In two hours.

We're doubling it.

Or we'll have to close the place down, arrest your clients, take statements--

You won't arrest any fucking clients or we've got a fucking problem.

Hey. What's going on? What the fuck is all this?

Is he your son?

Sometimes he is, sometimes he isn't.

Why?

Is he bothering you?

Ask him.

You could have asked my advice, but no.

You go it alone and cause all this mess.

- The bribe was settled. This is fucked up. - You were showing off. You got greedy.

- If I give in now-- - They'll screw you forever.

It doesn't matter.

Bow down and pay up.

You're loaded, aren't you?

I don't get it. You've got money to spare.

Look at him swagger.

- What are you doing here? - I'm a client. I came to gamble.

Is there a problem?

- Will you let them arrest your clients? - Listen to your brother.

Délcio knows the drill.

I'll deal with it.

Find out where Jefferson got the money for this place.

- I have an idea that will suit us all-- - It's fine.

Ms. Mirna already paid us.

Enjoy the opening.

Close this register.

Rio de Janeiro is no joke.

What's up?

Mirna Guerra.

She caused a problem she could solve,

to prove she's in and not just a pretty face.

Where's Nélio?

He just left with Esqueleto.

Let me settle something with Tião.

Cross.

Jab, cross, hook.

Jab, cross, hook.

Nice.

Uppercut.

Other hand.

Come on.

Throw a jab. Step forward. Come on.

I asked for a cross.

What is it?

Nothing. Let's go.

You're lying. What is it?

Riva said it's dangerous not to give Mirna anything.

- You're listening to the damn chauffeur? - He knows us, Búfalo.

You're so hung up on your sister you can't concentrate. You're obsessed.

Focus on working out with me. Come on.

I'm taking a break.

Did you find the son of a bitch?

I didn't find him, but I found the bike.

It's registered under André Pereira, aka André Maluco.

It's at his house.

Find that motherfucker, now.

You hear me?

Will do.

- Stock up on beer tomorrow. - Sure.

Two slot machines need fixing--

Are you closed?

For you, I'm always open.

So.

I want to take it slowly.

You set the pace.

No one knows about us, so we can work against Búfalo,

bringing him down while we grow stronger. Then I'll see if you're really capable.

And what are we, exactly?

We're partners.

Fifty-fifty.

And that's all.

I think that's a waste.

But you're the boss.

Just partners.

Take care.

Look out!

Don't move or I'll shoot.

- I saved him. I warned him. - Don't move.

Whose is this fucking thing?

It's my dad's.

Give it back.

You don't know how to use it.

If I knew you'd take my gun, I'd have let Maluco kill him.

But you didn't.

So we'll hire you.

Nelinho, come here. Help me.

Now get out of here.

Motherfucker.

What is it?

And the ring?

It wasn't there.

Just the chain.

He was already dead.

Did you kill him?

No, it was Nelinho.

In your territory.

He said he was protecting Profeta.

He was following orders.

Tell everyone that whoever fucks with me is a dead man.

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION

WITH NO INTENTION TO PORTRAY ANY REAL PEOPLE OR EVENTS.

Subtitles by: Elaine Scott