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Finish him off!

Let's go!

-Morning, Chiquinho. -Morning, Stomper.

Morning, João. Is this mine?

Thanks.

Raimundo! When are you going to train, Raimundo?

Come on.

Hurry up, Toni!

Toni!

Toni!

Come here, quick!

Back off, Paulina, back off! Move, go!

WRATH

Stay focused, Júnior!

Keep your guard up!

Fucking asshole.

Malamute!

ANTÔNIO TRINDADE ADDRESS: FRANCISCO LOPES, 313

Hey. There's no one there.

You looking for Toni?

Antônio Trindade.

-You know where he is? -At Malamute's fight.

Focus on the fight, damn it!

Nice one, kid!

Fucking asshole. Idiot, piece of shit.

Fuck!

-Come on! -You pissed him off!

Turn!

Nice one!

Nice one, kid!

-Finish him! -Damn it!

Oh, now you're dead!

Get up, damn it!

Oh, now you're dead!

-He got up! -Damn!

I'm the fucking best!

This is fucking Trindade!

-Good fight, Júnior. -Fucking Trindade!

This is fucking Malamute! This is fucking Trindade!

-Cut the crap. Let's go! -Malamute!

Get down.

Good fight.

What's up, Coach? I won.

You won, but you weren't in there alone. Go shake his hand.

Go shake his hand, damn it.

Tank.

-Good fight. -What's up, Stomper? Good to see you.

Malamute!

That's how a champion carries himself.

Then let me be one.

Let me fight Neco. I'll smash his face in.

Fighting is here and here.

It's here and here.

Understand that, and I'll get you any fight you want,

whenever you want it.

Come with me, Júnior.

Amazing fight, Malamute! Amazing! That belt's coming your way, kid!

It sure is, I'm ready!

Tell everyone I'm gonna be the fucking champion!

And anyone with a phone,

take it out and start recording.

Film everything and post that shit.

Neco The Thrasher, you're on my list.

I'm the one who's gonna thrash you!

He's still a kid, Stomper.

Kid, my ass.

I'm Malamute, damn it!

And that was our champion.

So hot!

Babe! Were you watching?

I was! I came across town to find you.

Tank got sunk!

Great fight, Malamute.

I can accept a fair loss.

Thank you, Ms. Yana. Sorry about your fighter, I was just…

No need to apologize. You were doing your job.

-Shall we? -Gabriela, what about you?

When will I see you fight again?

That kick of yours, that hammer kick. Incredible.

We miss you.

-Thank you. -Let's go.

Toni…

Congrats.

Later, Stomper!

Stomper. Hey, Stomper.

-Relax, man. -There's Toni. Go talk to him.

You ran away from the hospital, kid?

What do you want from me?

Just to thank you. The doctor said you saved my life.

No, not me.

Thank the doctor and thank God.

With that hole in your head, you should be dead right now.

I'm gonna go now, all right?

Take care.

Do you know who I am? Marcelo Lazarus.

You wrote this here. Is that my name?

You don't know your own name?

No.

You lost your memory?

Look…

I thought someone had dumped a body in the landfill where I found you,

and you kept repeating that name.

Marcelo.

I took Lazarus from the Bible, because when I found you, you were dead.

I did what I felt God was asking me to do.

And He blessed you with life.

May God light your way.

TRINDADE FIGHTING GYM

BIBLE

"Commit your way to the Lord."

"Trust also in Him."

"And He shall bring it to pass."

MUNICIPAL HOSPITAL

PATIENT: MARCELO LAZARUS

Good morning!

FIGHTING GYM

What's up, Olívia?

Rocking the winner skin! Good morning!

Morning. What's up?

I liked the video, you know?

That kid thought he'd wreck you, and you went in and crushed him.

-You put on a show. -My head is killing me.

You think you can dish it out and not take it too, Malamute?

No. I'm just hungover.

I drank like crazy. I can enjoy myself a little, can't I?

-I trained hard. -Fair.

I wasn't even supposed to come to Trindade today.

Knowing our coach, he's not gonna go easy on you.

And MMA is serious. Now you represent Trindade.

Yeah. Go on ahead, I need to sort something out.

-Come train. -I will, I'll catch up with you later.

Listen, Júnior.

If you mess with my friend, you'll regret it.

I'm watching you.

I'm watching you, got it?

Hi, Ms. Yana.

So, I wanted to pick up where we left off yesterday.

I want to work with you, take your career to the next level.

I'm still thinking about it.

Júnior, here's the deal, take it or leave it, got it?

Inside my X1

Inside my X1

Look over there!

Hey, Olívia! Finally!

-Finally on time. -Morning, everyone!

-Awesome! -What's up?

Nice glasses!

Thanks, they're from Praça XV.

-About time you showed up early! -Me? Yeah, right.

Morning!

Hey!

Where's my coach?

Morning.

Morning.

Morning.

-How about Malamute's win yesterday? -What win?

-Morning, Coach! -He schooled the kid.

That win was yesterday. That fight was yesterday.

Today's hard training. I'm gonna run you into the ground.

If you want cuddles, adopt a stray dog. Let's go!

That's it.

Make space, Catolé! Damn it!

Your striking looks awful, son. Move!

Good, stay low. Don't let him!

-Speed. -Go, Catolé. That's it.

Footwork. Move your legs.

That's it.

Tighten your grip here.

-Dad. -Nice.

Hey, sweetheart.

-That's it. -Watch it, she's bigger than you.

Keep your elbow up, Olívia.

Let's go, Olívia!

Don't let her throw you off balance. That's it, stay low.

Don't let her. Speed.

You good, sweetheart?

Hectic as always.

What's up, sweetheart? Where's your boyfriend?

Where's your fighter?

-Am I his babysitter? -Now I gotta babysit your man too?

One daughter's enough for me! Where is he?

Hey! Lunchtime!

Save me some.

Hey, where's my feijoada? Is this it?

-It is. -Any chicken?

No chicken today.

Whose blood is this?

Whose damn blood is this?

Catolé.

Who do you think you're fooling, Catolé?

If that's your blood, who cleans it?

I do, Coach.

Then get off your ass, grab a rag, and clean up your damn blood.

During lunch, Coach? Cut me a break.

I'll break your face. Go clean up your damn blood!

Eat after.

Who's the kid by the door?

Come on, go for it. Speed.

-Almost there. Let's go! -Let's go, Catolé.

-Let's go. -One last push.

-Go! -All in. Pick it up!

Twenty seconds left in the third round. Now's the time!

This is a drill, Catolé. Speed.

Don't think. That's it!

Commit to it.

-Go, step in and… -Go, Catolé.

Go, that's it.

Don't overthink it.

Speed.

Nice!

Good work, team! That's it!

-Nice. -Gather around.

Everyone gather here.

It's never gonna be easy.

Right, Hammer?

Absolutely.

Not a single day.

It's gonna hurt.

It'll even draw blood, right, Catolé?

But who wants to quit?

It's in those moments of pain

that we have to see the signs.

Because God…

has a purpose for each of us.

But we have to do our part.

Fight. Never give up.

Fight.

No one wins without fighting.

Thank you for today.

-That's right! You hear that? -Thank you.

-Hands in on three! -Let's go!

One, two, three. Trindade, damn it!

Nice!

Olívia.

-Yeah, Coach. -Come here.

You on duty today?

HER CUTS

What happened?

He got mugged.

-He got lucky. -Yeah.

He needs to get it checked, okay?

Just cut his hair, Olívia.

How do you know Toni?

He's my cousin from back home, Olívia.

-And is this cousin mute or what? -Olívia, please.

Got it.

I'll start with the razor.

What are you doing?!

Hey. Easy.

No one's gonna hurt you here. Let go of her arm. Let go!

Easy.

Sorry, Olívia. He was hospitalized and he's still a bit out of it.

Sorry.

It's okay. Let's start with the clippers then?

You paying taxes on two cars or what? Damn!

Olívia, don't forget to ask Hammer to clear out

that junk in front of the gym.

It's full of termites, it's a mess out there.

Speed and intensity. Let's go!

Nice, kid!

That's my fighter!

Back to it. Focus.

What's up, Júnior?

-How's it going? -All good.

Oss.

-How do you like our gym? -It's dope.

It's fucking dope. Sorry.

No worries.

So? Made up your mind?

What's it gonna be?

You know there's beef between Alpha Rio and Trindade, right?

That's between Toni and my dad.

That rivalry has nothing to do with me.

It has nothing to do with you.

I just don't want to betray Toni.

Alpha Rio is just me, okay?

You need to think about yourself.

What do you want?

Who do you want to be?

You wanna keep doing these small-time fights?

Enough already, right?

You want Neco The Thrasher, don't you?

Speak up, damn it!

I do. I'm gonna smash that idiot.

That's it! I want a belt.

A belt.

You in?

-Come here. -Okay.

What's up, lightweight?

What's up, man?

-Come here. Come on, idiot! -Tank…

You said I'm your cousin.

Why?

Should I have said I found you in the trash?

Look, it's not a good idea for you to be out there

with people talking about you, spreading stuff around.

If someone wants you dead,

they might decide to finish the job.

Damn, Marcelo! You look great! What did you do to him, Toni?

He even looks like a fighter now.

He's not, but I am.

Let's go, Fire Hair!

Come on, Stomper versus Fire Hair!

Hold on, easy!

Easy, hold on, Paulina! Ow!

Stop! I give up!

What the hell?

-Damn, you're strong! -Paulina!

What's this? You've got some bite now? Come on, me and you.

Later, Paulina. You're late for your tutoring.

-Only because I was about to beat him. -Yeah, sure. Go on.

-I'll win next time. -We'll see.

I'm gonna train.

Take this money.

Go somewhere far away,

and rebuild your life, kid.

Take it, it's from the heart. Take it.

Where would I go?

Stomper! It's Didi, man!

She's at the gym, stirring things up. Let's go!

Goddammit! Come with us.

-What the hell is this? -You looking for work?

Work, my ass! Get out.

Untie my stuff.

Untie it.

Five months, Antônio.

Five months you haven't paid me a full installment.

Nor the interest.

Patience has a limit, and I've reached mine.

Alright, Didi.

This is everything I've got on me.

Toni…

I know you too well.

And the worst part is, I know you're not lying.

Let's go, Didi.

You ordering me around? What's that about?

We don't throw money away.

Didi, Malamute has a fight coming up.

Good prize money.

I know it won't clear the debt, but it's cash, and it'll be yours.

But I need my gear to work…

Let go of my girl!

Stop, Marcelo! Stop!

-Easy. -You wanna die, kid?

What? You crazy?

Load the stuff. Knock it off.

Got nervous, did you?

If you keep your word, I'll give everything back, I promise.

But Malamute has to win.

Marcelo.

Easy.

I know you don't want my love anymore

I know you

Don't love me anymore

I know I'm not who you always dreamed of

But I'll win your love back

All for myself

Oh, Gabriela

Hey!

Oh, Gabriela

Her

Come here.

Make some noise! This is fucking Alpha Rio!

What the hell is this?

I thought you were working late today.

And what are you doing with these losers?

For God's sake, Gabi.

You know damn well if Tank's on one side of the ring, I'm on the other.

-I don't even like them. -You don't… Yeah, looks like you don't.

I saw you going into Alpha.

-I just went to check the place out. -You think I'm stupid?

Are you really gonna lie to me?

I told you, I just went to check it out. That's it.

With your little training bag?

You know no one at Trindade has your output, right?

I know.

I'm not joking, Júnior. This isn't some empty compliment.

I'm not your mother, do whatever you want.

Got it?

Look at me.

I'll talk to your dad later.

-Let's just keep things chill, please. -I'm not chill.

-Please. -I'm not chill, and I'm not kidding.

-Go back to your friends. -Come on, Gabi.

Cut it out.

I'm going home.

-Gabi. -What?

What's up, Malamute? Come sing another one.

What's up, dude? It's just girl drama, relax.

Let's do one more. Hit play.

TONI "STOMPER" FIGHTS FOR HIS FIRST TITLE

JACKHAMMER IS THE CHAMP!

Pills for your headache.

Is that you?

Yeah.

Used to be.

Damn, this light's messed up.

You can crash here at the gym tonight.

Tomorrow you go your own way.

Try to get some sleep.

It's late.

I know you tried to help me with those guys earlier.

But forget it.

Forget what happened here, okay?

Forgetting can be a blessing.

Morning!

Morning, boss!

Anyone home?

Hello?

Morning.

For those who don't know him, this is Marcelo,

and that fresh cut is all me, okay?

Let's get the day started, plug's over.

Who's that guy?

He's been hanging around, haven't you noticed?

-Damn! You really work miracles. -You can call me a saint.

Want me to work a miracle on your face too?

Damn!

What the hell?

The mats are gone, the bag's gone. What the hell?

Guys, the BOB. Where's the BOB?

What's up? You know anything about this, man?

Since you're sticking around, help me grab the old bag out back.

Come here.

Man, you better stick with me, you hear?

Because I'm the real boss here at Trindade.

You a champion?

No. But you know Malamute, right?

Well, I'm better than him.

Interesting, he'd love to hear that.

-I'll be sure to tell him. -Hey! Don't even joke about that.

Sorry I'm late. Good morning.

-Morning. -Morning, Coach!

Be honest.

You cleared out the shop, didn't you?

-Less talking, more working. -Work with what? We don't have equipment.

All I found was this old bag out back.

You got legs? You got arms, son?

Stop complaining.

Do something.

What's up, fam!

Check out this one-armed guy I picked up. A so-called BOB.

Damn, Hammer, wasn't there a less ugly one?

Oh, he's ugly?

Ugly as hell.

Good. Makes it easier to beat.

-Where the hell is Malamute? -Maybe they took him too.

Fuck, I stepped in some bad luck.

Let's grab that old mat and put it here.

Hey, kid, since you're staying, do something, all right?

Let's go.

You hungry, son?

Hit that bag hard, damn it.

Coach, with all due respect, this bag's worn out.

If I go all out, I'll tear it apart.

Then tear it apart. Let your hands go, Catolé!

Let's go!

Don't laugh.

Off the ropes, out of the corner. That's it.

What's up, Stomper. You good?

Some days we wake up on the wrong side of the bed, don't we?

It'll get better, brother.

-Let's go! -Keep moving.

-Hey, Dad. -Hey, sweetheart. All good?

You good?

Keep moving, go.

Throw…

-Throw and follow up. -What about the equipment?

Ah, sweetheart…

Had to pay some bills, you know? Sold a few things.

Just Dad being Dad. But I'll fix it.

Move! Get that guard up, son.

Out of the corner. Are you not listening?

Go, move.

-Dad, when that happens, you-- -If you go in soft like that, son…

Your opponent will grab your leg and slam you like a frog.

-Don't let that happen. -Dad, look at me.

When that happens, you need to talk to me.

That's my problem, sweetheart.

Give your old man a break today. I'll fix it.

Malamute's fighting now. Good fight, good prize.

He's ready. He's gonna win.

Malamute's not with Trindade anymore, Dad.

I saw him going into Alpha.

Hammer, hold things down here.

I got it.

-I'll take the bike-- -Don't come after me.

Malamute!

Enjoying your new gym?

-I was gonna tell you, Toni. -Oh, you were?

When you came to my gym,

you were 15, skinny as a rail, Malamute.

The neighborhood tough guy, running with dealers…

No direction in life.

You think that's something to be proud of? You think that's fair?

Do you?

We had a fight lined up, Malamute. People were counting on you.

You don't think that's betrayal, you damn traitor?

I'm no traitor, Toni.

-No? -I'm just living my life.

Your life, always your life. Always about you.

Selfish. And on top of that, you're ungrateful.

-What did you say? -You're ungrateful.

-I'm ungrateful? -You are.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

How many times has this "ungrateful" guy helped you, taken you home

when you were drunk out of your mind at that bar?

How many times has this "ungrateful" guy

taken care of your daughter when she was sick at home?

-You can't even be a father. -Shut up.

Am I lying?

-Shut your mouth! -Or what, motherfucker?

If we fight right now, I'll wreck you, you washed-up drunk.

What?

Fucking hit me.

Fucking hit me!

You're not a kid anymore.

You're a grown man. You know exactly what you're doing.

You think I'm mad at you?

You think I'm mad at you?

No!

I'm mad at myself.

Because I failed to make you a real man.

A man of character. Let alone a fighter with honor!

I'm mad at myself!

I just came here to look you in the eye.

And to bless you.

You hear me? Go. Follow your path.

I'm not here to stand in your way.

May God lead you somewhere good.

May God watch over you and light your path.

And you…

You're just like your father.

Keep moving. Don't leave your head still.

Look at the new guy.

Just got here and already feeling yourself, huh, kid?

How about a little sparring, you and me? Five minutes, no hard feelings.

Catolé, leave him alone.

It's nothing, Olívia. I'll go easy on him.

Let's go.

Get up here.

Come on! Am I talking to a wall? Let's go. Yeah, you, get up there.

I'll even cut you some slack.

One hand behind my back.

-Are you ready? -You'll hurt the kid.

I won't, relax. I'll take it easy.

Fight!

Nice, kid. You better stay sharp.

Hands up, kid.

Stay sharp, that's it.

Come to the center.

-Damn! -Catolé.

You might wanna use both hands.

-Sorry. -Sorry, my ass.

Hit like a man.

Nice one, kid.

What's up?

You're dead, you piece of shit.

Fuck! Better not have broken anything.

-What? -What was that?

Catolé, are you stupid or what? Didn't I tell you not to do that?

-Damn… -What happened?

Damn…

-My wrist… -Sit up slowly.

-Help me out here! -That's bad.

Shit, I hope it's not broken.

What did you do?

Ow!

-Easy. -Damn it, Catolé.

My dad's gonna kill you!

Are you ambidextrous?

This side, then this side.

Got it?

You're strong, but you're clumsy.

I'll show you something once. Real simple.

Jab, jab, slip the right, cross, right, hook.

Follow this rhythm.

Set your stance.

Slip the right.

That's it.

That's it.

Set your stance.

Go, Marcelo.

That's it.

That's it.

That's it.

There you go.

You ever broken your nose?

That's from a fight, isn't it?

I've got one just like it.

See?

But this one wasn't from a fight.

Are you lying?

Who are you?

What are you doing here?

What are you doing here?

He thinks fighting is just brawling, sweetheart.

He wants to be a fighter, but he's not there yet.

Maybe, but he handled Catolé in sparring.

I didn't mean to hurt him.

Hurt him how?

I mean… just his wrist.

His wrist?

Just…

Damn it, just what I needed. Fuck!

I just lost that asshole Malamute.

Now I'm gonna lose Catolé over a sparring match?

For fuck's sake…

I can fight.

In Malamute's place.

If I'm here right now,

it's because He put me in your path.

Dad, you weren't here, but you should've seen it,

Catolé got flustered. He dodged, he slipped.

He's got reflexes.

His footwork's rough, but we can fix that.

Fighting's the only thing I know about myself.

He's not a fighter, sweetheart.

Tomorrow, you pack your things and leave.

Catolé hurt himself, you know?

This kid here, he's solid.

Come on, get up here.

Come on, man, get up here.

IF YOU'RE NOT A COACH, DON'T GIVE ADVICE!

Alright. That's it, stay loose.

-How you feeling? -Good.

-I'm gonna pick it up. -Go.

Now follow my lead.

Nice, kid.

That's it, keep going.

You gonna be able to fight or not, Catolé?

I'll fight, Coach. Trust me.

-Can you fight or not? -I'll fight.

Once it warms up, we'll wrap it tighter.

Trust me.

Trust me, Coach.

-Damn! -How do I bet on that guy?

-You need cash. -I'm a little broke.

Put that watch on the line then.

I'll give you 300. Three-to-one odds.

Get out of here. Broke motherfucker.

You sure about this, Stomper?

Wagner's tough as hell.

He's almost as experienced as you.

Just 15 years younger.

Is it worth it, man?

Are you with me or against me, Hammer?

I'm always with you.

-Then back me up! -Dad.

What's that?

What it looks like. I'm fighting.

-Take that off. -Leave it on, keep going.

-Take it off. -Keep going.

Take that off.

If I don't fight, who will? You?

Representing Trindade Academy,

Marcelo Lazarus!

Wagner's good. Hits hard, he's tough.

So be patient.

Keep your guard up, protect your face. Wait for your moment.

And don't forget, kid.

This is MMA, not a street fight.

And in the other corner, Wagner…

the Earthquake!

Let's go!

You know the rules.

Follow my orders, respect each other. Touch gloves if you want.

Back to your corners.

You ready?

Fight!

Move, Marcelo. Move, you're not a damn post.

Get your damn guard up!

Let's go!

Keep moving.

Oh, now you're dead!

-Get your guard up! -Go after him, damn it!

Oh, now you're dead!

Nice!

Stay focused.

Fuck!

Create space!

That's it!

We shouldn't have let him fight, Hammer.

Move, Marcelo! Keep moving! He's lost out there.

Protect your head!

Wake up. Get in the damn fight!

Marcelo!

Fight back, Marcelo!

Nice!

Go, now! That's it, crush him!

-Crush him! -Crush him, now!

Now's the time, Marcelo! Now!

That's it!

-Nice! -Nice!

Call it, ref!

Stop! That's enough!

That's enough.

It's over, Marcelo!

It's over. That's it, kid.

Subtitle translation by: Felipe Mathews