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Coming through. Hurry.

Careful, please.

Watch it.

Make way, please. Make way!

This way, Ms. Fernanda. Go with him.

Careful.

Have faith.

You got it, kid.

Go.

I didn't mean to hurt him, Toni. I just wanted to win the fight.

You already had, Marcelo.

I don't know what happened, man.

-I don't know, I-- -I messed up.

I messed up letting you get in that cage.

But I won't make that mistake again.

I need your help, Toni.

God gave you a second chance, kid.

You need to decide what you're gonna do with it.

I can't help you anymore.

Go build your life, kid.

WRATH

You sure it was here?

Damn right I am. This is where we shot the guy.

Search this place inside out.

Where the hell's the body?

If that body doesn't turn up, we're screwed.

See this little white spot?

That's a bullet fragment lodged in your skull

and it could move around in there.

Which is dangerous.

This will help with the pain and might ease those visions you're having.

I'll write you a prescription.

What you did was very dangerous, Marcelo.

Leaving the hospital before you were discharged.

Fighting is even worse.

One blow could move that fragment

and cause a hemorrhage.

You can't fight, Marcelo.

You can't fight.

Damn!

Look at Marcelo, man! Brutal.

-He's crazy! -Seriously, it was bad.

Bad? Bad is an understatement, Hammer.

Marcelo almost killed the guy.

And I believe he's crazy enough to have actually meant it.

You're talking nonsense, Catolé.

Nonsense, Gabi? Did you watch the fight?

That guy's not right in the head. He's a little unhinged.

Oh, and you're a saint now?

No, I'm not a saint. But I'm no criminal either.

What's up, man?

Thanks.

Look. Marcelo asked me to give you this.

From the fight.

He's not with Trindade anymore.

This money isn't mine.

Don't be so stubborn.

A deal's a deal, honey.

It's all I've got, Didi.

Your equipment…

You lost it.

Fábio said your new guy is good.

A beast. But very good.

He's not my fighter anymore.

Júnior said he's on his way here.

Girl, I don't want to be a buzzkill, but if you want to break up with him,

you'll have to see him.

Out of sight, but still in my heart

Teach me how to forget you

Or come back soon And pull me out of this loneliness

Hey.

Hey.

You good?

Come here.

-You sure you're okay? -Yeah. It's just…

What's going on, Gabi?

Is this prick why you're not replying?

I'm not replying because I don't feel like it.

-You should face your problems. -Face my problems?

You didn't have the guts to call my dad and tell him you were leaving Trindade.

-Get real. -I'm dating you, not your dad.

You're not anymore. Let's go.

-What, you're breaking up with me? -I am.

Then fuck you.

Fuck you both! Go to hell!

I'll get you, asshole! Fucking bitch!

You fucking snake.

-I'm gonna end you! -Don't cry!

Son of a bitch. Let me go, damn it! Fucking snake-ass bitch!

Nice!

Chill, man.

Let me sit here for a second.

My knee's killing me today.

Enough of that bullshit.

And I dragged you out without even asking if you wanted to come with me.

Tell me about yourself.

And don't give me that crap about you being his cousin.

I don't know anything.

Me neither.

Seriously…

I mean it.

Look at this.

It was a gunshot.

During a robbery? Or what?

I don't know.

The first thing I remember is…

waking up in the hospital.

I didn't even know my name.

It was all gone.

I hear you.

I had something too… Not the same, though.

It was a car accident.

I thought I'd died. I must've blacked out.

On the day of my title fight.

I used to fight.

I didn't tell you, did I?

I was pretty damn good, not gonna lie.

You'd be blown away if you'd seen me.

Gabriela "The Beast" Trindade.

But I also think…

life has a way of showing you that's not your path.

Were you alone in the car?

My dad was driving.

He's been sober…

for a few years now.

Church and all that.

He's a good man.

He raised me on his own. You know?

Scraping by.

Rough fucking life.

Should we go?

Man, it's already light out.

It's been a while since I stayed out this late.

Gabi.

Toni needs help.

He owes money.

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

I knew something was off with the equipment.

Who does he owe?

I don't know her name. A woman.

Dienifer. About this tall.

That's the one.

Don't tell him you told me.

I couldn't if I wanted to.

He kicked me out.

You got somewhere to sleep?

No.

You want help?

Not at my place, okay? I'll find you somewhere to stay.

That's just how he is. Dad's too much of a softie.

Give it a few days. You'll be back training with us at Trindade.

That little white guesthouse over there.

A little shabby, but it'll do.

Thank you.

Good night.

Good night.

You should get back to fighting.

Why don't you try?

If I wanted to…!

If I wanted to…!

God messed up my knee because I was getting too cocky.

But this…

I'll get you one of these days.

Hey, killer.

Saw you in the fight yesterday.

You dating Stomper's daughter?

Look, man.

We could make some good money with that rage of yours.

You still with Toni?

Then you're with me.

I'll see you tonight at the center square.

So…

Ready to make a name for yourself in MMA?

I mean…

Actually,

I already did it for you.

Your new ID.

You're welcome.

Marcelo!

Come here!

Olívia, he's not with us anymore.

Look.

Your fight's last. See how good it is having a top agent?

If things go south…

headbutt to the nose.

Just don't let the ref see it.

Go.

Go make us some money.

Come on!

Beat the hell out of him!

Fight back!

Get out of there!

Move!

Get the hell out of there!

Move!

Off the ropes!

Listen to me, Marcelo!

Create space! Use your shoulder!

That's it! Keep your guard up!

Keep moving.

Protect yourself. Strike!

Nice. Hell yeah!

Goddamn!

Where you going, man?

Come on! What did I tell you?

What did I tell you?

Fuck, yeah!

Smile for the picture, doc.

Or are you gonna turn your back on the man who helped you?

Seven thousand?

That's all the bike was worth?

How much did my dad borrow?

It's not about how much.

It's about how long. Interest.

He never told you how he got into that debt? No?

No.

It was to fix your leg.

Hey, sweetheart.

Where's your motorbike?

When were you gonna tell me?

Tell you what?

About your debt to the loan shark.

Gabriela…

That debt is mine to pay.

Not yours.

It's my knee, so it's my debt too.

Who did you sell your bike to?

That's not important.

I'm buying it back.

With what money?

I'll figure it out, like I always do.

Your problem is you don't see that your way isn't working anymore.

You're gonna need me.

Even if you think I'm just a kid, and you don't take me seriously…

That I'm useless, incapable, whatever…

But we're done with you making decisions about my life behind my back.

You're being very unfair.

Unfair?

I'm being unfair?

How do you think I feel when I see everyone training

while I'm delivering your lunch?

I grew up here and I can't even step on the mats anymore.

Any scrub who walks through that door

gets more credit than I do.

I've always had your back here.

But you don't listen.

Júnior is who he is, he's proud, he's a hothead,

but he didn't leave just for the money.

No, he didn't.

Everyone has dreams.

But people need to be heard.

To feel appreciated.

That day in the car, if you'd listened to me…

God helps me every day.

He doesn't tell me what to do.

But He keeps asking what kind of man I want to be.

Who do you want to be, Marcelo?

A fighter.

No, before that.

Let's go.

One-two combo.

Go.

That's it?

That's it.

Yo!

You kneading dough or what?

Hit it hard, man!

Who told you to do that?

I told you to stick to the basics.

Jab and cross.

-Sorry, Coach. -Let's go, keep your guard up.

Set your stance.

Go. One-two.

One-two.

One-two. Pick it up.

One-two. Go.

One-two.

One-two. Faster.

Get your arm inside his. Fight for the grip.

Marcelo, fight for the damn grip!

Every fighter carries trauma.

Every fighter knows what made them want to fight.

To throw hands.

To take hits.

Nobody here is right in the head.

Myself included.

If some of you weren't here,

where would you be today?

In jail?

In a ditch?

But God's the only one who can judge us.

Not me, not anyone here.

Nice.

Morning.

You want to be a fighter or not?

Let's go.

This is Trindade.

A place for opportunity.

Where we can be reborn.

Build a new life.

Now, if you choose to be here, you honor the mat you step on.

You respect your opponent.

You fight fair.

Come on, kid.

One-two.

It's a choice.

One-two.

You're not here to hug him. You're here to hurt him.

Go, pick it up. Faster, Marcelo.

One-two.

Easy, kid. Let me talk to you, damn it.

Hold on!

Go, Marcelo!

Stop, goddammit!

That's enough, kid. That's enough!

What was that? Take a breather.

This kid is no beginner.

Am I ready?

Almost.

Right here.

-Thanks, Mom. -You're welcome.

I'm sorry, Wagner.

I swear I didn't mean to.

You're good, Marcelo.

It's part of the game.

No.

Marcelo was wrong.

And as his coach, I take responsibility for it.

Ms. Fernanda.

Please, take this.

-Toni, no, please… -Please, take it.

-It's the least I can do. -Thank you.

-Wagner, heal up, son. -Thank you.

That's right. Every month, until he's back on his feet.

-And your debt, Toni? -Forget it.

Wagner's covered. Now focus on your fight, Marcelo.

Remember your training?

Cut him off. Circle out.

Wait for the opening, stay patient.

When he opens up, step in and strike.

Got it?

Good fight, son.

Out of Trindade Gym…

Marcelo…

Lazarus!

Are you ready?

Are you ready?

Fight!

It's over!

We fucking won!

And the winner is…

Marcelo Lazarus!

What a win, Lazarus.

What a knockout!

Tell me something. How did you get into fighting?

Why did you start fighting?

-No interview today. -Come on, Toni.

Excuse us. Let's go, Marcelo. Stay focused.

Congrats, champ. I haven't seen a knockout like that in a while.

-Nice to meet you. I'm Yana Novaes. -Excuse us, Yana.

Toni…

Toni, come on. Relax. I want to offer you a fight.

A pro fight. Marcelo's at that level. We saw it tonight.

Not interested. He's not ready. Excuse me.

Hold on.

Lazarus versus Júnior Malamute.

He called you out.

You're funny.

You steal my best fighter,

and now you want to use Marcelo to build that traitor's record?

-Forget it. -Toni, I lost a rival.

-I need a replacement. -Good luck with that, Yana.

This is real money, Toni.

Way more than you made here tonight.

And it's a way for me to make things right between us.

Make things right?

-Excuse us. Let's go, Marcelo. -Real money, man. I'm serious.

-Real money. -But I can beat that guy.

-She's offering good money. -I'm thinking about your career.

Not making money.

Take it easy. Be patient, Marcelo.

You're not ready yet, trust me.

But you need money, Toni.

That's not your business. And it's not Gabriela's either, got it?

Go take a shower. I've got some errands to run.

We start early tomorrow.

After all, you won in the first round.

-He left an opening. -That's the spirit.

There he is. Let's go talk to him.

There's the winner!

Congrats, cuz. You killed it.

-Thanks. -Seriously.

-Great job. -You crushed him.

Congrats again. You did great, man.

I'm proud of you.

Congrats, you fucking coward.

Happy about winning that little fight?

So I call you out, and you back down, huh?

So why are you acting tough now?

You know what we're gonna do? Throw down right here in the street.

You ready to fight me?

-Easy, Júnior. -Stay out of it.

Let them handle it.

You scared, huh?

Let's see if you're really about this shit.

Do something, damn it.

You know why you don't? Because you're a fucking pussy.

That's what you are. You and your coach. A pair of fucking pussies!

What's up, you piece of shit? Step up!

Come at me, bitch!

Stop!

That's enough!

You gonna take his side?

-Dirty fighter! -You gonna take his side?

-Son of a bitch! -Get out of here!

I'm gonna fucking get you! You hear me?

-Idiot! -You think you can handle this?

You wanna do this?

Come on, one by one. Let's go.

-What the hell? -He came at us.

Why?

Because he wants the fight.

Why didn't you take it?

Your dad told me not to.

One, two, three, four, five,

six, seven, eight, nine, ten,

eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen…

-Where'd you get that? Talk. -I don't know.

-Where'd you get it? -I don't know.

Let him go. I found it.

I did.

Let go. We're just messing around. Relax.

Sorry.

Where did you find it?

This is the hospital bag.

You had this on when we found you in the dump.

How did it end up there again?

Dr. Letícia?

Yes?

July 11th.

You were on duty.

I don't remember offhand.

-But how can I help you? -That wasn't a question.

I'm looking for a man.

Tadeu.

He was shot in the head, and I heard he came here.

I'm not authorized to share patient information.

Even if he was dead?

So he's alive?

-Yo, Peri! -Yo, Toni.

Don't be a stranger, man.

Is this what I was wearing when you found me, Toni?

Was I wearing this fucking thing on my face?

Marcelo…

I never lied to you.

I found you in a fucking landfill

with a bullet hole in your head. Yeah.

With that damn thing on your face. Yeah.

You threw it away?

And I'd do it again.

Because when I saw you come back with a blank slate,

I thought, "What a blessing."

What an opportunity God is giving you.

To be able to forget your past…

and accept your new path.

-That wasn't your choice, Toni. -I know.

I know. That's my flaw, trying to help people.

But that's all I was trying to do.

Marcelo, I don't expect you to have faith like I do.

But I have faith.

You're not here by accident.

Stop and think.

My life's been hell, one beating after another,

me against everything and everyone, and then you show up in a damn dump?

Almost dead. And now you're here alive.

And you told me yourself…

that you were a fighter.

That it was the only thing you knew for sure.

And I can…

and I want to help you become one.

You know why, son?

Because what I see in you,

I've never seen in anyone who's stepped into Trindade.

No one.

Why do you keep saying I'm not ready, Toni?

Why won't you let me fight Malamute?

Because losing a fight

is like dying.

And not everyone can take that.

I've already died once.

I'm not dying again.

You want to sit?

-Coffee? -I'll take the fight.

Marcelo versus Malamute.

That's great.

-Now we just need-- -I want a 50-50 split.

Malamute's ranked higher.

No one knows Lazarus.

He's an amateur.

Who fights like a veteran.

65-35.

Otherwise, no deal.

If Marcelo wins, I want 50-50.

Excuse me.

What's up, champ?

You ready?

-What's up? -The fight with Lazarus is on.

-Hell yeah! -That's it!

You dominate on the ground. Work on your kicks.

All right.

-Sparring, let's go. -What's up?

-Isn't that only on Tuesdays? -Let's go.

What's up?

Let's go, Malamute.

Now that my hand's healed, it hits harder than before.

Come on, you wimp. Scared to get your ass beat by Malamute?

Come on, loser. Don't look at Daddy. Let's go.

Let's go!

Come on. You scared?

I'm not Catolé, asshole. I'm Malamute.

Malamute's gonna get in your head.

He'll talk shit from start to finish.

So block it out. Circle out. Create space.

Go. Let's go!

Pressure him!

Come on, you piece of shit!

-Asshole! -Keep the pressure on!

Good session, kid.

Very good.

This is your pro debut.

First fight that goes on your record.

This event…

is bigger than anything you've fought in.

But fuck that.

Once you're in the cage, I don't want you thinking about it.

Got it?

I want you focused on your opponent

and everything we worked on.

I believe in you, kid.

I heard the promotion locked in a deal with the lab.

There's gonna be drug testing.

Listen up. I fucked my career up because of that.

I popped on a test overseas. They don't fuck around.

I was suspended for a year.

So if you don't know what's in a pill, don't take it.

You hear me?

Plata, cabrones.

Money, motherfuckers!

I'm serious.

I'm only taking twenties.

Let's go!

Can I help you?

Minimum bet's 300 reais

or you don't get in.

I know how old Portuga runs things.

I'm looking for a friend.

No refunds.

You got a photo?

A name?

Tadeu.

He's got a scar on his head.

Recent gunshot wound.

I know a fighter with a scar on his head.

He's got a bullet hole right here.

A true winner…

fights with his head and his heart.

Your head…

is your compass, your guide.

It's your focus.

Your heart is the engine.

It's what drives you.

So,

fighting…

is about this

and this.

The balance.

I know you're not lacking the heart, son.

So don't lose your head.

Let's go.

More speed, champ.

Nice.

Keep the pace up.

Let's go, champ. Show him who's in charge.

That's it.

Nice. Hook.

That's all he knows, that fake-out.

That's when you catch him.

Hook.

I'm going light, he's gonna throw hard.

I know, Coach.

You know what?

I know, Coach.

Let's go.

Catch him off guard. Nice.

Catch him off guard. Nice. Keep moving.

Go.

Faster. Fight speed is 20 times faster.

-Faster. Go. -It's so good seeing Gabi back in there.

Seriously.

This way. Go.

Nice. Keep going.

Hey, Beast!

If you're on the team, wear the kit.

-Trindade, fuck yeah! -Fuck yeah!

With seven pro wins,

undefeated,

here he is

Júnior Malamute!

Sellout!

Hey, tiger.

You good?

-Good luck. -Thanks.

In the blue corner, making his professional debut…

A very special night for…

Marcelo Lazarus!

Let's fucking go, Trindade!

Fighters, to the center.

Touch gloves if you want.

Back to your corners.

Stay focused, Marcelo!

-Let's go, cousin! -Go!

Let's see if this Malamute kid is the real deal.

You ready?

You ready?

Fight!

Subtitle translation by: Felipe Mathews