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A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

You invited me to this pagode

And warned me
"There's no poor people in here"

You even asked me to tread lightly

Because I've got some color
I'm a bit dark

Here we can really find
The cream of the crop

Doctors, gentlemen, even magnates

With all the drinking and the talking

I came to the conclusion

If you cry out, "Stop thief!"

There won't be a soul left, brother

If you cry out, "Stop thief!"

There won't be a soul left

If you cry out, "Stop thief!"

There won't be a soul left, brother

If you cry out, "Stop thief!"

There won't be a soul left

Huh, lousy weather.

Huh?

Lousy weather condition
on my route tomorrow.

I'll have to wake up earlier.

Where's your guest?

Right? He hasn't turned up yet.

Isn't that a good thing?

Probably not.

Well...

I think it's good.

- What is it? Oh, no...
- Damn.

It's really busted, huh?

That's all right.
I got it from a street vendor.

Street vendor?

Come on, I have to be up in five hours.

Aren't you coming?

I'm worried about Ruffo.

He's crazy, but he always checks in.

They say bad news travels fast,
like a horse.

That's true, but if I were riding a horse,

those fuckers wouldn't have stopped me.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

License and registration, please.

Horse, my ass.

The real bad news was Guilhome's car.

The vehicle registration hasn't been paid.

Well, it's because...

this car actually belongs to a friend.
He's also a fed.

Right,
but feds also have to register their cars.

Sure.

What are we going to do about this?
You can't drive this vehicle.

I'll tell you what:
if you want, I can help you out.

You'd have a tougher time with my partner.
He's stricter.

I'll talk to him.

Hey, friend, you know what?
I really need to go to Paraguay.

Sure, but you're not driving
this car anywhere.

I'll have to get it towed.

Then do it.

If there's actually a tow truck.

I used to be a cop. I know how it is.

He's out of his mind.

- Where's he going?
- To Paraguay.

On foot?

FRIENDSHIP BRIDGE
4 KM

Friendship Bridge, our link to Paraguay.

The friendly nation decimated
by the Brazilian Army in the war of 1864.

At that time, Paraguay was the most
developed country in Latin America.

But Brazil, Argentina and Uruguay,

not satisfied with merely winning the war,

they also executed
all men over 14 years old.

Fucking cowardice.

The Friendship Bridge?

Yes.

I wonder if he found out Ibrahim was
in Paraguay and went after him.

Why did he leave your car behind?

- I didn't pay the overdue registration.
- Jesus, Guilhome.

Guilhome...

Paraguay. Why Paraguay?

Ibrahim's on the run, he's broke...

Maybe he went back to his roots.

Smuggling goods across the bridge,
who knows?

- That's where he started, wasn't it?
- Yes.

The Paraguayan Guarania...

One of the most obnoxious styles
of music in the world.

Second only to the cacophony
that is American heavy metal.

Paraguay is fascinating.
The mecca of peddlers,

the Garden of Eden of smugglers.

They wouldn't be playing Ravel
in a country of such corruption.

- Hey, buddy.
- Hello, there.

- How's everything?
- Good.

These cigarettes.

How do I get a hold of a larger quantity?

How much larger? I have plenty here.
A hundred boxes?

No, no. A lot more.

A large quantity.

You could try the market over there.

But we have Villa-Lobos.

We are the seventh largest economy
in the world.

Our corruption is first grade
and much more extensive than theirs.

Who's the distributor selling you
these cigarettes?

Who's asking?

A friend.

Never mind. Thank you.

I followed the trail of the cigarettes,
which were their chief export.

We killed them with bullets,

and now they were killing us
with lung cancer.

That's fair. Friendly nation.

And how are we supposed
to catch Ibrahim now in Paraguay?

Rigo, the Departments of Justice
and Foreign Affairs.

Two years before we even set foot
in Paraguay.

What if Ruffo pulls this off?

How would we explain it
to Internal Affairs?

A deputy retired
due to mental health issues

takes a colleague's car
with overdue registration,

sneaks into Paraguay and nabs a criminal
with his bare hands? No way.

I'm going after him.

No, you aren't. You aren't.
We're done bailing out Ruffo.

Ruffo always bails us out, doesn't he?

That was our guy.

The top distributor of the cigarette brand
Ibrahim was buying.

Do you know the old police
saying "follow the money"?

You see, in Paraguay
it's "follow the cigarette."

From the street vendor to the distributor.

From the distributor to the warehouse.

From the warehouse
to the owner of the merchandise

and, who knows, maybe to his clients.

Ibrahim was never one for retail.

If he was buying cigarettes,

he was buying it in bulk,
straight from the source.

NASA should study Ibrahim.

Elementary, my dear Watson.

The guy who got him the cigarettes
was bound to live in a whorehouse.

A Paraguayan whorehouse,

WELCOME

which is quite redundant.

You know this guy?

How 'bout a drink with an old friend?

You're no friend of mine.

Maybe your dad's.

It's been 20 years since I last came here.

My old man died 20 years ago.

That's a damn shame.

To your father.

My old man was a son of a bitch.

What brought you here 20 years ago?

A lot of things, really, but I used to be
in the cigarette business.

I fly planes.

I moved cigarettes from way up there.

And what are you looking for?

The thing is... I've been dying
to get back into the cigarette trade.

Queen, there's this guy at the bar

looking to smuggle cigarettes
across the border.

If you butt in while I fuck

every time someone comes asking
about smuggling cigarettes,

what will become of my life, Pablito?

10,000 cases a week!

He's looking to buy product
and have someone transport it over, too.

Does he want his dick sucked, too?

I'm sorry.
I thought it might interest you.

I don't do freight, Pablo.

But I do.

Does he have the money on him?

Don't know. I was talking to him
at the bar. What do you say?

- Have him wait there for me.
- Got it.

Who gave you permission to get dressed?

If the paper shuffler was there,
Ibrahim had to be as well.

Now it was a matter of exiting stage left
and setting up a stakeout.

Where is this guy?

Disappeared.

He left his drink unfinished.
At least he paid for it.

What was he like?

Brazilian.

Says he used to smuggle cigs 20 years ago.

An airplane pilot.

Hey, but that's you.

My doppelganger. A twin brother.

But mamita only made one of me.
I'm an original.

Very well. No deal.

What's the matter, papi?
Lost your freight?

I had to bring Ibrahim back
to Verena alive,

but I was on my own this time.

Without a solid plan,
there'd be no one left to tell the tale.

The good news:
I knew where to find Ibrahim.

The bad news:

by now, he'd already know I was after him.

- Hello.
- Hi, there.

- What's up?
- Did you arrive safely?

It was terrible,
but I'm a hell of a pilot.

Lots of turbulence, huh?

- Want anything from Paraguay?
- You're going to Paraguay?

What would I want from Paraguay, Guilhome?

- See you Saturday, then.
- Kisses.

Kisses. Bye.

I'm going on a trip.
You watch the house, ma'am.

Brazil and Paraguay
have always cooperated.

Paraguay makes use
of Brazilian shores and highways

in order to import junk
from all over the world.

Guns, ammunition
and whiskey made in China.

The agreement is simple:

we receive, but do not inspect
the containers sent their way.

The smuggled goods arrive in Santos before
being hauled across Friendship Bridge

and end up in a warehouse
in our friendly nation's soil.

And from there,
they're sent back to Brazil tax-free.

Quite a joint endeavor.

I guess that's what they call Mercosur.

INCOMING CALL
RUFFO

- Verena? Hello?
- Ruffo? Ruffo!

Yeah, Verena, I'm bringing you Ibrahim.

You can't do this alone.

I'll hand you the Lebanese prick
over at the border.

I don't need Ibrahim, okay? I need you,
in one piece, away from that place.

You do need Ibrahim.
You'll still thank me for it.

Don't be stupid! Have you counted
how many goons he has around him?

I'll figure out his deal and let you know.

You bring me Ibrahim, and how
am I supposed to explain this shit?

Go to Foz, Verena.

Go to Foz now, go on!

Don't be stupid, fucking listen to me!

Ruffo, this isn't going to work!

- I'll tell you the meeting place.
- Listen.

Guilhome is going after you.

Guilhome?

Why? This isn't an authorized operation.

I'm here, no one else needed to come!

You also weren't supposed to go!

Where is Guilhome, Verena?

I don't know.
Tell me where he can meet you.

I'm at Luna Hotel.

Which side controls the river's waters?

Paraguay on this side,
and Brazil on that side.

Where's the halfway point?

No one knows.

If someone drowns out there,
did they die in Brazil or Paraguay?

What's the difference?

Life belongs to the living.

The fear of dying
is worse than death itself, isn't it?

Afraid of dying, Ibra?

Dying is...

It's an end to the fear of dying.

Thanks.

Some hot city you got here!

Don't you pay your registration, you bum?

Interpol's on your ass
to get you to pay up.

What are you doing here?

I'm escorting someone named Ruffo
back to Brazil. Know him?

I do. You wasted a trip.

- You're really crazy, aren't you?
- Just me?

Look, a five "tsar" hotel.

"Internacional."

This isn't a hotel.
This is a hideout, right?

For a stakeout, it'll do just fine.

The Paraguayan police
won't be assisting us.

Neither will the navy.

And no one in Brazil
can even know we're here.

Isn't that great?

Now...

why would a landlocked country
even have a navy?

To protect the smuggled goods
that cross the river?

If smuggling is the country's
top economic activity...

protecting the economy
is protecting national security.

Isn't that what the military is for?

Ibrahim sleeps in a whorehouse.

The owner of the whorehouse
also runs the warehouse.

What's the plan?

Was this the guy you saw the other day?
The Brazilian.

Yes.

I told you.

It's got to be love.

If he sleeps with her,
she won't sell him out, get it?

Yes...

Are you sure it isn't better
if I sleep on the couch?

No way. Feel free to crash, man.

Or maybe we can get another bedroom
with a separate bed.

I haven't got the money for that.

No one will reimburse an operation
that doesn't even exist.

Have you seen him again?

No.

Find him.

This guy's nothing but trouble.

Okay.

- Turn off that light.
- No. Leave it on.

I like to sleep with the lights on.

Now, Paraguay is the country
with the bumpiest roads in the world.

It's bad because it fucks up
a vehicle's suspension

and a driver's back.

But it's good in that the highways
weren't built by Miller and Bretch

with financing from the crooks
at PMDB, PSDB and PT Parties.

- Hey, there.
- Hi.

- How much for each?
- 3,000 guaranis.

I'd like two, please.
These are ready, right?

One, two, three...
There you go. Thank you.

Thank you.

Mom! Someone here to see you.

Go ahead.

Perfect.

Here you go. Thanks.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Buenos d�as, chico.

Buenos d�as.

Wake up with the chickens, did you?

Yeah. I didn't mean to wake you.

I brought us a snack.
You eat anything yet?

No.

Here...

Chipas. Paraguayan chipas.

And did you bring me heartburn pills
to go along with it?

I like the glasses!

Blue. Check it out!

Fancy.

I like them.

They're for Jorge.

You should have bought two or three pairs.
They're dirt cheap here.

Just one.

I don't even know
if he's going to like these.

Well... We have a plan.

The plan is to go back home.

No. You go back home.

I'm not leaving without Ibrahim.

You understand me?

River coordinates.

Latitude: 27 degrees,

32 minutes,

52 seconds south.

Longitude: 56 degrees,

35 minutes, 17 seconds west.

Got it? They bring the goods
across the river.

The Brazilian guard changes shifts
in the morning.

They make the crossing
during the shift change.

Everything's set up.

Ibrahim smuggles the goods at six,
straight to his riverbank in Foz.

Wait for me there.
Guilhome and I will bring Ibrahim over.

Don't do anything,
just wait for me on the riverbank.

What am I going to say?

We'll say he gave himself up
because of his wife and sister-in-law.

And you both agreed on this version?
What if he decides to tell the truth?

What's he going to do?

Say he came to Paraguay
to smuggle cigarettes? Verena...

It will all work out.
Let's do this. Talk to you later.

Don't you fear for her?

For Verena? Why?

You're sending her to an unknown port
run by criminals.

Verena's a badass, man.

Verena's a badass.

I'm coming with you.

- I can't let you do that.
- But I am.

No, I'm your boss.

In here.

On Ibrahim's riverbank in Foz do Iguaçu,
no one is anyone's boss, Verena.

In Brazil, on the other hand,
there's a whole lot of smooth roads,

built by Miller and Bretch.

Unveiled by some corrupt politician
and financed by you and me.

- It's verano, isn't it?
- Yeah, summer.

And then there is winter...

Go easy, Queen!

Zero!

It's a burrito!

Hey!

I have it here, I got it.

- I like this one.
- And you...

While Ibrahim knew I was after him,

I also knew he was coming after me.

That was the story of our lives.

It always has been and always will be.

Where are the Brazilians?

They are on the terrace.

- You never saw me here.
- Okay.

Fucking headache.

What a dumb idea to drink whiskey
at a time like this.

You're an old man. I'm in shape.

- I have the liver of 12 year old boy.
- All right...

This old man here
is a Mercosur pinball champion, you see?

You want a trophy for that now?

I... I knew about Jorge, you know?

- But you didn't say anything, huh?
- Because it doesn't matter.

You're my brother, man.

Brotherhood, damn it.
Brotherhood till the end.

Did you really buy
the whole water damage thing?

Son of a bitch...

This way.

Looks like this is the place, see?
26 south, 52 west.

We're here.

Verena's arrived.

She's in position. Let's go.

Wait.

Did you test that gun?

Guns are the one thing in Paraguay
you can trust.

They're totally reliable.

I was a jerk to you, wasn't I?

This whole office relationship thing
has never worked out for me.

But you weren't Cl�udio's boss, were you?

This has nothing to do with that.

Yes... Being the boss complicates things.
It's very complicated for me.

You're worried about what happened
between us, aren't you?

Look where it got us.

Where has it got us?

I've made my decision.

It's up to you now.

Hold it right there!

Quiet. Keep quiet!

Nice and quiet.

To the boat! Go!

Fucking Paraguay? You have no imagination!

You came after me, Ruffo?
Nothing better to do, huh?

Fuck!

Let's go!

Stop. Fucking stop!

Yes, I could've dumped his body
beneath Friendship Bridge.

His life would've ended
right where it began.

Take Ibrahim to the interrogation room.

Make sure
to parade him past the other prisoners.

They already know, Verena.

But I want them to see him.

Your henchmen killed Guilhome.

Ruffo killed Juliano.

Ruffo was never there.

You're behind the murder
of a federal police officer.

That'll be tricky to prove.

It'll be just as tricky to prove
that Ruffo got into Paraguay.

Ruffo's always a figment
of my imagination, isn't he?

Guilhome's body, on the other hand...

Guilhome was killed in an engagement
with Paraguayan criminals.

- That's one version.
- Call it what you like.

That's what happened.

The young lady
has developed certain skills.

You've rubbed off on me.

I'm flattered.

But when they find out the tricks
the young lady's been using, I think...

you'll finally be finished, right?

And there'll be no one left to waste
their time talking to you, Ibrahim.

And I thought I was the salesman here.

Are we negotiating?

I want Ricardo Bretch's head.

I'll give you proof of Bretch's kickbacks

and confirm your version
of our little adventure in Paraguay.

What's that worth to you?

- What are you doing here?
- No, what are you doing?

- What are you doing, Verena?
- We have to go on.

What are you doing?
Guilhome's dead, damn it!

Ibrahim's not leaving here, he stays!

Ibrahim stays, damn it!

Guilhome...

was...

a great man, a great...

A great friend.

When we lose someone...

as big as Guilhome, just like that...

I don't know, it seems like...

everything's put into perspective,
you know?

I don't think I can live without you.

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