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Excuse me. Well?

One more minute, please.

Where are you?

I'M HERE. MIRNA? ANSWER ME!

Let's go.

I didn't think you'd come.

Me neither.

Ready?

Yeah.

Your married name will be Mirna Guerra Moraes.

No, Mirna Moraes Guerra. His too.

We didn't discuss this.

We didn't discuss anything.

It's always like that.

We're here for my last name, aren't we?

Did Búfalo become a Guerra when he took over?

Is Búfalo your role model?

It's Mirna Guerra. He can be whatever.

Jefferson Moraes.

According to your mutual will and by law,

I pronounce you, husband and wife.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Ready?

RULERS OF FORTUNE

For those who don't know, this is Mirna Guerra,

Jorge Guerra's daughter, and now my wife.

We're together to take what's ours.

Búfalo, who killed Gerson and tried to kill Profeta, is off the Board.

She's spoiled, and he's an asshole from a fucking shithole

that's trying to make waves in Rio!

Am I the emperor here or what?

Am I, damn it?

You own it all, boss.

No more "Suzana's sister" crap.

There's no more love. Kill everyone.

Búfalo will hit our spots.

And we'll defend ourselves.

But your lives are what matter the most.

It might seem bad because our turf is small,

but it actually helps.

We'll focus our security here.

The bingo hall will be our base.

Nelinho will run defense from here and keep tabs on who comes and goes.

Someone looks at you? Kill them. Someone comes in? Send them to hell!

Protect these machines like you would your balls.

No wusses!

What about me?

You're not a defender.

You'll be on the attack.

You'll go with him.

Profeta, didn't you say we'd focus on defense?

We will.

It's a one-off.

Go in, break some machines, get out.

He has too many spots to know which one we'll hit.

This is war!

But we'll beat him on strategy and patience.

And mentally.

Not Búfalo's strength.

Profeta, people here have families.

Go easy, please.

- I do too, Tião. - I know.

Whoever doesn't want to step up, tell us, so we can resolve it.

It's okay.

But whoever chooses to stay should know

that they'll be rewarded when we win.

Tell your family.

Any cowards will have to fight me.

Am I paying you or not? Paying you fucking well too.

- Am I, damn it? - Yes, boss.

- So, go! - Let's go!

We can expand the bingo to ramp up earnings,

but I don't know how we'll get slots.

I know a guy who sells used ones in Campos.

I'll tell Cabrunco to handle it.

Hey, Veloso.

Let me in, please.

- Good morning, ma'am. How are you? - I'm fine.

Have you talked to your sister?

I was told to only open the door to her and Búfalo.

Veloso,

I chose this house.

I got you hired.

Suzana thought Angra was in São Paulo.

So I authorize entry for me and my people, okay?

Let's go.

So, this is where Jorge Guerra's little girl became Mirna Guerra.

Campos is prettier.

Yeah, right.

Veloso, how the fuck did you let this happen?

That fucking bitch.

What is it?

They took Angra.

- What about the guard? - I'd ask you the same, damn it.

I'm sorry. I'm stressed.

Relax, we'll cancel the attacks tomorrow and take the house back.

Forget it. Mirna is trying to prove that she's no one's puppet.

It's not Mirna. It's Profeta.

He's trying to take my turf.

Why would he want that money pit?

He's fucking with me.

He's always making me look bad. For fuck's sake!

Do you think... Were they together since before?

Before when?

Since the slot machines.

That was also to make you look bad.

Shit, you're right.

He was trying to burn me with the Board before I took over.

And they took Gerson's patch.

They're fucked when the fossils find out.

The scam will backfire out of their asses.

- Don't worry. Relax. - Calm down, babe.

We've already pinned that on Gerson,

and now, we need to prove it.

I told Emerson to check it out.

The internal system is off.

My sister must be fucking fuming.

My dad says that Scotch separates the men from the boys.

Can you believe I was 13 when he first gave me some?

Want some?

I guess I'm a boy then.

I prefer beer.

Ready to go?

No.

I'll only leave with a new security system.

How long will it take?

- A day. - A day?

Relax, man. Enjoy paradise. Look at this.

We're not on vacation.

I didn't say that.

I'm going for a dip.

You can go in.

Boss's orders.

Come on, guys. It's go time.

The SUV left.

It's heading there now.

Let's get these guys.

Shoot when they get out.

They're here. Block their rear.

Out!

They're getting away!

Cut them off!

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

was found yesterday morning on Flamengo Beach."

Poor guy.

Xavier, sometimes, I think God's on my side,

but the prissy French guy drowning?

Man, that's way too generous.

True.

A professional swimmer. It's suspicious.

It wasn't me.

I swear.

It wasn't me.

But who says we won't get the blame?

They must know that our deal went south.

That's true.

So Jean-Luc must be on his way.

Pay attention to what's on his mind.

It's important.

Better safe than sorry.

Unlike the prissy French guy.

Leila.

- Good morning. - Morning.

- Good morning. - Have you seen this?

Other than this wonderful headline,

what other interesting news do we have?

The Guerras, for instance.

How's that going?

Búfalo attacked Profeta's bingo hall,

but true to his name, Profeta was ready for him.

Búfalo sees the tree,

while Profeta sees the whole forest.

Is that all?

Profeta attacked some random bar.

Half a dozen slot machines.

It's a small-time fight for now.

You too, bitch. You too. Go.

Let's go. That's it, easy.

What the fuck are you doing?

Jefferson said to go easy on them.

Tell Jefferson to fuck off.

It's meant to be scary. Aren't we supposed to terrorize shit?

Well, then.

Fuck Jefferson.

Búfalo is a four-piece jigsaw puzzle.

No, Búfalo is an old firecracker that could go off in someone's lap.

Even yours.

Better him than Profeta. No one even knows where he's from.

Yeah, but we'll remain neutral.

The Board decided, and I agreed.

Sure.

Agreed.

I have to go.

Hey, Marcinho.

I came to talk to you.

Retirees come to bet, but the bicheiro isn't there because he's dead.

Broken slot machines,

the bar owner renegotiating.

He's losing money. People are scared.

I understand that war's bad for business.

But I'm in this war, what can I do?

You shouldn't be in it.

There's no need to take the place by force.

You'll scare the locals.

This is between you and Profeta.

Kill or be killed.

Do you think I'm a fool?

That I don't wanna kill him?

There's an expert for everything these days, buddy.

Real pros. People who don't miss.

If you want, I can introduce you to the right people.

But the Board doesn't need to know.

What do you want?

Your support.

If I have a similar problem in my family.

Marcão.

Stop the attacks in Rio.

Stick to the rest of the plan.

I need to send a message too.

Let's go.

The house has no signal.

Suzana had it cut. That bitch.

But they're coming to install a new one.

- Cell phone reception is bad here. - Fuck, man.

Ever ridden a jet ski?

What do you think?

Get on.

- Can you drive this thing? - I'm learning.

Ready to go back?

Now it fucking works.

Mes condoléances, Jean-Luc.

Tourists butchering my language is bad enough.

Right?

Why isn't Galego here, Xavier?

Because I dealt with Laurent,

so I wanted to come in person and help any way I can.

I'm here to talk face to face.

Eye to eye.

To tell you that Laurent didn't drown.

I don't buy it.

So we agree on that.

From what you're saying, it seems that...

That you didn't...

do anything, right?

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

for an answer I already know.

The police?

What police?

The police that concocted the pedophilia story on your orders?

The police that could've covered it up if it were in our interest.

I won't deceive you.

We have the power to do that.

But we also want to know what happened and why.

Fifteen.

Fifteen million.

That's a good reason.

I don't know what you're talking about.

We have nothing to do with this, Jean-Luc.

I give you our word, as a Fernandez,

that we'll help you find out what happened.

Just because we're in Brazil...

not everything ends with a samba.

Shit, bro. This is fucked up.

This sucks.

Nelinho took care of the security.

This won't happen again.

Don't worry.

We'll need even more slot machines now, right?

- Yes. - Júnior said there are cheaper ones.

Esqueleto says he knows a guy in Minas.

I asked for his number.

Why are they cheaper?

The serial number has been filed off, but he swore that they're good.

New system, an imported batch.

From Bolivia?

The shipment we stole was from there.

When Mirna and I were planning to hack the machines, Búfalo's machines...

Does she know?

No, but she said that the Board's shipment came

with a new system that's harder to hack.

And the one we hacked didn't.

- But do you think-- - I do.

I do.

I'll figure it out.

You weren't even around yet.

We'll come out on top, Dad.

I promise.

"On top."

This was my life, Jefferson.

This, here.

And you lit the fuse because of your stupid obsession.

I made a mistake, Dad.

I didn't think they'd come here, okay?

I take the blame.

It's more than a burned-out bar.

How can I trust you?

Huh?

How?

I wasn't going to tell you.

But then you'd complain I don't tell you stuff.

Délcio didn't destroy the stolen machines.

He sold them and aimed a guided missile at our family.

What the fuck?

- How come you didn't check? - What?

I trusted Délcio.

Was I wrong?

This shit is serious, Dad.

If the Board finds out, we're dead.

Shit.

It's Sombra's fault.

He's a bad influence on Délcio.

If you were the badass you think you are, you would've handled this already.

If you don't pull out the weeds, they spread.

Profeta, we need to talk.

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

I'll fix this, but I can't go.

Sorry, I'm too busy.

Carnival's close. The samba feijoada matters.

So does my family.

Welcome to matrimony.

Humanity's greatest lie.

Did you have to kill Laurent?

I know you did it for me.

Thank you.

But I didn't ask you for anything.

It was my problem, and I was solving it.

The land would've made me five million by the weekend.

They won't forget the money just because you killed him.

Jean-Luc doesn't know about us.

- They can't get to me. - They'll look.

- Are you sure they won't find you? - Yes.

So, what's our plan now?

Our plan?

Laurent's gone.

Focus on your marriage, Profeta.

You don't know me.

I don't turn my back on my allies.

And fuck my marriage!

Calm down.

Pull yourself together.

Don't let your feelings for her get in the way.

There are no feelings. Mirna's acting like a spoiled kid.

- That's all. - She's not acting. She is one.

But she's right.

Samba isn't a hobby. It's business.

DIRECTOR

TRADITION AND PRIDE

Did your dad really like this shit?

This "shit" helped every bicheiro appear in news reports about culture

rather than crime.

But yeah, he loved it.

Him and Mirna.

She's not crazy enough to show up.

You don't need to like it. You just need to be here.

Smile.

Convince everyone that you deserve that crown on your head.

Being nice isn't working.

Look who's hugging the mayor.

Quindim is the president. Everyone loves him.

He's the president, but I own this shit, don't I?

But as long as you're in a gunfight, no amount of feijoada will fix that.

People are afraid of you.

I've ordered them to tone down the attacks.

I went to see Marcinho.

We worked out an agreement.

Relax, I didn't look at any women.

I trust you, Búfalo.

Just not when you act without telling me.

I'm telling you, aren't I?

We arranged for a cop to deal with it.

He'll fix things for us.

In exchange, when Renzo gets out, Marcinho will deal with us.

It's all worked out.

Just dance.

- Long live Jorge Guerra! - Whoo!

Angra was a low blow, huh?

I'm also my dad's daughter. I have rights.

My dad's still alive. Are you taking an inventory?

You think you call the shots just because you're married.

Or has something changed?

Oh, right.

Because now, we're in the same position.

Didn't you say you'd never get married?

Then you magically found Prince Charming?

Look, Suzy. We're sisters.

We don't need to fight over nothing.

You can still go to Angra.

Just let me know in advance.

You fucking whore.

What? Say that again.

Say it again!

I said, "You fucking whore."

That's what you are.

I love it when you can't keep up your prim and proper princess facade.

- Let it out! - Get off!

- Get off, damn it! - Let it out!

- Get off! - Let loose! You whore!

- Let go of me! - Ow, damn it! Fuck!

Are you fucking crazy?

- You motherfucker! - You're the motherfucker, you slut!

- Let go of me! - Back up.

- Let me go! Tramp! - Fuck you!

Look here!

- Damn it! Fuck off! - Let me go!

Fucking bitch.

It's time to show them who's boss.

Fuck!

What's wrong?

That bitch loves getting her ass kicked.

Hold on.

What the fuck?

- Chill. - What the fuck?

What the fuck? Let me by. Are you crazy?

- Don't let him up. - What the fuck?

- President, my ass. - Hey, everyone!

I'm being barred from my own box!

- What the fuck? - I call the shots!

You're a fucking lapdog!

- Fuck you! - Fuck you!

- Come on! - Fuck you!

- Come down, asshole! - You loser!

- Come on! Get in here, damn it! - Open it!

- We're coming! - Fuck you!

- Fuck you, dickhead! - What the fuck?

Fuck, Pudim! Answer me, damn it!

Answer me, son!

Fuck! Mirna, do something!

What do you want me to do?

Son of a bitch!

Fuck! Call an ambulance!

Fuck this shit up!

No one's getting through!

Stay the fuck there!

Someone call an ambulance!

Call an ambulance!

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

Get in the fucking car.

- What the hell? - Don't, Sombra.

We know when you sold them,

to whom you sold them,

and how much you charged.

Seriously, the guy said the slot machines were going to Minas.

That this would all be forgotten.

I'm a fuck-up, Jefferson. I know. I'm a fuck-up.

But it was before you said they were the Board's.

I swear to God.

Judas swore to God.

At least Judas repented and paid back the money.

The money? I'll pay it back. I'll give everything I have.

Then why didn't you use it to pay back the Bitcoins?

We grew up together, Sombra.

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

Because I wanted to see you bite back, but you didn't.

But you don't work for us anymore.

Seriously, Profeta. Me?

What about Esqueleto, damn it?

- He'll be better off without you. - You can't do this.

Come on, guys!

Come on! Don't do this to me.

- Jump! - What?

Jump!

Jump!

Fuck, Profeta!

Jump!

Get out!

STOP

Búfalo, I've got a weird situation here.

I'm going to kill you.

- Drop the knife. - I'll get you someday.

- Drop the knife. - I'll get you.

- Drop the knife. - Listen.

- Come on. - Listen.

See how it is here?

What about the war, Galego?

Búfalo against Profeta...

A murdered French guy...

Murdered?

Well,

do you think he just drowned?

You seem distracted, but you never are, are you, Leila?

You never are, are you?

Won't his boss be pissed?

He already is.

We promised to investigate.

I came as soon as I heard.

It's fine.

Let me see your eye.

Are you okay?

It's just a cut.

That's not what I mean.

Pudim could've died.

How's he doing?

Riva called. He'll spend the night in the ICU.

He'll be okay.

Want me to bandage it?

Relax, it's fine.

I'm exhausted.

I put a towel in your room.

Make yourself at home. If you need anything, ask Carmen.

I'm sorry I didn't come.

I should've been there.

How's your dad?

He's pissed.

But at least he's alive.

It's tough when family's involved.

Yeah.

It's tough.

Sleep well.

Are you gonna leave me like this forever?

What the fuck's going on?

A pleasure. I'm Búfalo Victor.

I know who you are.

You do? Then you also know what I can do.

Get him up.

I know who you are too.

You're the Moraes' bitch, right?

You're always with them.

But you're not a Moraes.

Why do you put up with it?

Because of your boyfriend, right?

Right?

Was it worth it?

You're fucked up. How much do you make?

What do you want?

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

I want that too.

- There are too many eyes on Profeta. - Okay.

- He won't slip up. - Right.

No!

Is this shit empty?

Give me that one. If you won't help, I'll just kill you.

Do you want him?

Then aim at his brother.

I don't care about his brother. I want him dead!

Nelinho is Profeta's bodyguard, but no one guards Nelinho.

Without him, Profeta will be lost and become an easy target.

I can make it happen.

But I have some conditions.

You see that, guys?

- The fag thinks he's a man. - I am a fucking man!

Lower your voice with me!

Lower your voice!

I'm your best option.

Here's the thing.

This can't lead back to me, okay?

No one touches Esqueleto.

And once Profeta and Nelinho are out of the way,

I want to be your manager.

Fuck, my friend.

Then it's not worth it.

Nelinho is not as valuable.

- You're fucking with me. - You don't know him, dude.

I grew up with that asshole.

Profeta thinks he's better than everyone.

He thinks he can go to war without casualties.

But for real, the guilt he'll feel from losing his brother

will fuck with his head, man.

That's what I want.

To fuck with his head, with his life.

The whole damn thing!

Okay, troops.

Go in heavy on all fronts.

Ramp up the attacks.

This is how it'll be.

Untie our friend.

You got lucky today.

- Get the fuck out! - Go!

Get out, old-timer!

Dude, for Christ's sake.

There's no need for this, bro.

Cry, motherfucker.

Let's talk.

I shouldn't be here.

This isn't over.

Let's talk. Please.

Of course it's over, Délcio.

You protect each other.

We've always done everything together. All our lives.

But who gets thrown from the car?

Because I'm not...

I'm not family, right?

I'm just an employee.

You're my boyfriend.

I'm a fucking faggot,

who gets screwed 'cause they won't accept that their brother

and their son is one too.

They know we're more than that.

- Behind closed doors. - They accept you.

They tolerate me, Délcio.

They used to.

- It's the world we live in. What do I do? - I know.

- Tell me. I'll do it. - Heard of Pacho Herrera?

Pacho Herrera.

The boss of the Cali cartel.

He was openly gay. Things are different now, Délcio.

Nowadays, there are presidents who are out.

And a bicheiro's son from Campos can't come out?

I love you.

So much.

So prove it to me.

Take the money from selling the land and let's disappear.

Start a life away from them. Just us.

I won't have to--

Won't have to what?

Come with me, man.

Come with me, Délcio.

Are you going to stay in this shit forever?

Seeking your dad's acceptance.

Dreaming of a place that will never be yours.

Never, man.

Because of who you are.

Forgive me.

You'll have to forgive me too.

Hey, where's Carmen?

I sent her home.

Are you kidding?

Today is on me.

Pasta? At this time?

This isn't pasta.

It's an MMA fighter's post-workout meal.

Can you believe she punched me in front of everyone?

She must've learned it from Búfalo.

That imbecile had to be good at something, didn't he?

This is good.

As a husband, you're a hell of a cook.

I can be more than that.

Yeah?

Like what?

Your mouth.

What about it?

It's dirty.

Here?

Let me clean it.

Right here.

Frenchy's toxicology report will take a while.

Stay on it.

Don't let it cool off.

Your sister-in-law...

Celinha said it'll take time to go through the NGO's transactions.

Are you on her back?

I have a guy. She's slippery.

Want me to do it?

Yeah.

Stay on her.

I'm on it.

Yeah.

What is it, kid?

Hold on.

You can't park here, man.

Find something else to do.

Open this shit up.

Let me fucking go!

- Shut up. - You're confusing me with someone else--

Carlos Gabriel, kicked off the force for extortion.

Everyone's on to you.

Who are you working for?

I heard that you started a death squad.

That you like to torture.

What about being tortured?

How do you like that?

What the fuck, man?

What the fuck, man?

What the fuck is this?

What the fuck, bro?

How much did they offer you to kill my brother?

Bro, I'll pay you ten times more to let me go, dude.

Wait, damn it. Wait.

They didn't put me on Profeta, dude.

Búfalo wants your fucking head.

Let's fucking talk.

I have a ton of intel for you.

You just have to let me live.

We can fucking work together.

Sombra, damn it!

Sombra's plotting with Búfalo.

To kill you, man.

I know I fucked up.

If you want me out, it's cool.

But I'd like to talk in person.

After what we've been through, your brother... We're family.

- It's bullshit. - I know.

Tião was afraid of this war with Búfalo.

- He's not dead yet. - I don't care.

He had surrendered.

He was unarmed, damn it.

This is beyond a war.

WE'RE ON OUR WAY

It's time. They're coming.

The worst part is that it drags us with it.

Look at this shit with Sombra.

I think you're forgetting what he did.

I'm not.

But he's family, damn it.

No, he's not family.

In theory, neither am I, Nelinho.

You were adopted. It's different.

What's the difference, Nelinho?

I turned up as a newborn.

His mom started at the house when he was ten.

He was fucking raised with us.

What's the difference?

Tell me. What's the difference?

The difference, Jefferson,

is that when your family lets you down,

you didn't offer up their heads to save yourself.

Hey.

It's me.

Come in.

Sombra's outside, dude.

What's it going to be?

Drop the gun.

Drop it.

They got me at the gate, Profeta.

There was nothing I could do.

Put that down.

Put the gun down.

You fucking traitor.

Come on, man. You can't do this, bro.

I wanted to see for myself.

Shit. We grew up together, man.

Come on. We're buddies, Profeta.

We're family--

Family, my ass.

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION

WITH NO INTENTION TO PORTRAY ANY REAL PEOPLE OR EVENTS.

Subtitles by: Elaine Scott