All language subtitles for Overhaul_Carga_Mxima_2023

- [dramatic music playing]
- [sirens blaring]

[tires screeching]

[man 1] No, I can't. I'm not gonna
get myself into a life of crime.

[man 2] What fucking crime? What crime?

It's just a little illegal, dammit.

[gunfire]

[tires screeching]

[man 3] The side cargo market's great.
It's like paradise, Mr. Pilot.

[man 1] We get in, we make a lot of money.
Then we drop out of their damn sight, bro.

[woman 1] I knew you were up to no good.

Did you have any idea how
fucking risky everything was?

[rock music playing]

[announcer]
The thrill of speed coming to your screen.

The racers are coming in for yet
another lap, and they are all together!

That really showcases
the close competition

we've been seeing this BR Truck season.

[music continues]

OVERHAUL

SIX MONTHS EARLIER

[announcer] Roger's going all in,

overtaking for the first time today,
passing Hugo!

[man] Good job! Now it's a straight
part. Watch out for the speed radar.

- Don't forget, 160 kilometers per hour.
- Shit!

[tires screeching]

[Roger] Woo-hoo!

- [man] Don't get cocky, you're in third.
- [Roger] Not for long.

[man] We'll see. If you finish
first place, beers are on me tonight.

[announcer] Roger's right behind
Andreas and Paciolli now,

they're pretty close together.

It's gonna be three wide
on the opposite section.

Roger is coming for a fantastic pass!

[man] Nice! Nice!

Come on, man!

[Roger] You owe me a beer.

[man] If you keep your position, yeah.
The Queen is coming.

[girl] Dad, the engine's overheating.

Roger, you're pushing it. Let her through.

Danilo, she just passed me!

[Danilo] I told you she would.
Hang on tight.

You're not gonna reach her now.

- [Roger] Don't wanna pay for the beer?
- Forget the beer. You'll wreck your truck.

[Roger] I know my truck. It can handle it.

- [Danilo] I know it better.
- [Roger] Wanna bet?

- Already betting! He might pull it off.
- [woman] Dad!

- Calm down.
- [woman] He might. His truck won't.

[Roger] I'm falling behind! Gonna for it.

[speed metal music continues]

[explosion]

[music stops]

[announcer]
Roger's truck has blown up again!

What a shame!

Roger Matos is out!

Dammit!

[announcer] Débora the Queen
is going for the win again!

It'll be her fourth win this season!

[car rumbling]

[hissing]

[distant crowd cheering]

I just fixed the truck, Roger.

- I'm sick of that fucking truck.
- Yeah, 'cause you keep blowing it up.

Damn, this one is done.

[announcer] She's on the final stretch.

The Queen is ready
to celebrate another win!

Four races, four wins,
leading the championship

with an advantage!

[children shouting]

[children] Queen! Queen!

The Queen! The Queen!

[man] Hey, come here!

[girl] Perfect. Let's take a selfie?

You were great today!
I was rooting for you.

Aw, that's so nice of you!

[indistinct chatter]

What's up? Is that your daughter?

Nope. That's Danilo's daughter.

He's my best friend.

- How are you?
- What's up?

My kid's a big fan of hers, as well.
She was trying to get a pic.

- Oh, yeah?
- [man] Did you get it?

- Yeah, I did.
- Really?

- I'm Afonso. I'm a big fan.
- Nice to meet you.

Thanks for that.

- Do you mind if I take a picture with you?
- Sure, let's do it.

Maybe in front of the truck? Do you mind?

Sure.

- We need to think bigger.
- Sure.

- Invest much more.
- This is my guy.

Be right back. Just a sec.

[tense music builds up]

[music stops abruptly]

[pop music playing]

What's up, Roger?

Aren't you gonna offer me a beer?

Look, I'm just chilling,
by myself, in the peace and quiet.

I could tell by your vibes.

I take it you know the reason.

Roger, I'm here to congratulate you, man.

[scoffs]

I'm serious.

Seriously, you were awesome. So awesome.

Wow, when you passed me...

Even I didn't know if I'd manage to...

You did, though.

Débora, what are you doing here?

You're here to throw shade
at me, aren't you?

I had my hopes up, but...

apparently you still
just don't get it, bummer.

Still a spoiled brat.

- What did you say?
- Spoiled. You're still a spoiled brat!

Spoiled? Are you crazy?

I've been working since I was 14.

Really? Where?

- [sighs]
- In your daddy's racing team?

Grow up, Roger.
Then you can come talk to me.

[tires screeching]

[Roger] Are you gonna keep complaining?

I have a daughter, Roger.

School, computer classes,
English lessons. That's a lot of shit.

If only I shared the bills with someone,

but I'm all Bárbara's got, bro.

That's why we need to get back on top.

We need a competitive truck that
doesn't screw me on the final lap.

Talk to your dad yet?

Shit, not yet, Danilo.

You know the old man,
I'm still figuring out how to bring it up.

- It's fucking rough.
- For real.

Look, bro, you can be sure of this:

once we get the money to fix that engine,

the championship is mine.

- I don't know, Roger.
- What do you mean, Danilo?

My old man just needs
to invest more in the team.

But that's exactly my point.
What if he stops helping you?

- That's completely irrelevant.
- It's not.

It's very relevant. And you know it.

[Roger] What's the point of having a car
like that if the driver sucks, huh?

- [chuckles]
- Come on, though.

Let's see how the car is
after your fuck-up.

It got fucked up
after you tampered with it, bro.

Sure, Roger. Yeah, whatever.

[chuckling]

Hey, trucker.

Fuck, these guys won't stop.

- [man 1] Can that piece of junk race?
- Not against you.

- Let's do this. Or you only drive trucks?
- Come on, let's fucking do this.

[man 2] Did your daughter
get her license yet?

- Tell her I sent her a kiss.
- What did you say, motherfucker?

[instrumental rock music playing]

[tires screeching]

- I'd reach them if I were driving.
- Oh, yeah?

- [tires screeching]
- Shit, Danilo!

You should be grateful I'm retired.
I'd put you to shame.

[chuckling]
Sure, Danilo. Bring it on, kid.

[laughing]

[Roger] Let's go.
Faster, faster, faster, faster!

[Danilo] The road's straight.
We'll catch 'em.

[instrumental rock music continues]

- [Danilo screams]
- [tires screeching]

[gasping]

Shit!

- Holy fuck.
- Are you okay?

- I'm fine, now what? I crashed.
- Let's switch seats.

- Are you insane? No way.
- Switch seats with me.

We've been drinking, this is my car.

- You're not going down alone. Come on.
- For fuck's sake!

[both groaning]

[distant siren blaring]

CIVIL POLICE - STATE OF RIO DE JANEIRO
183RD PRECINCT

[Roger] I wasn't the one
who crashed the car.

I switched seats with Danilo.

You know how the cops can be
really fucking nice to Black people.

- Fuck that!
- What do you mean fuck that?

He has a daughter to raise.

You are destroying over and over
the racing team I built from scratch!

It's a fucking shitty one.

What did you say, you brat?
What did you say?

A fucking shitty racing team.

And don't ever call me a brat.

Brat. You are a brat.
You don't know a thing about life, Roger.

You've still got a lot to learn,
so grow up.

How can I grow in this shitty team?

- I should just join a real team.
- [tense music playing]

[chuckling] Do it! Off you go, son!

But listen to me, I'll tell you what.
You're nothing without me.

You're completely useless!

You think you aren't,
but you're completely useless!

And now you're gonna see that you are!

We'll see who's right, goddammit.

Get out! Beat it! Get out of the car! Go!

[tense music continues]

You'll see!

You're gonna see me win, and you
will regret everything you're saying!

- Go fuck yourself!
- You'll regret this!

Fuck you, Roger!
You're gonna fuck it all up!

You spoiled fucking brat!

- [horn honking]
- [tires screeching]

- [loud crash]
- [screaming]

[slow, dramatic music playing]

Dad?

Dad, for the love of God, talk to me.

Talk to me, dammit!

Dad?

Help us!

Somebody help!

[slow, dramatic music continues]

[melancholic music playing]

[breathing deeply]

[Dad] Ready.
One, two, three, I'm coming, huh?

[laughing] Go hide, son!

I'm so proud of you. I think you'll be
a champion one day, you know?

I really believe you will.
You're killing it.

[announcer] It's a race that will go down
in BR Truck history!

Mário Matos
puts his son Roger in the truck.

We're seeing father and son
on the circuit for the first time!

[melancholic music continues]

That's BR Truck history
being written here, once again.

Mário Matos is the champion!

He gets the checkered flag once again!

He better go ahead and get himself
some bigger shelves for that trophy!

Mário Matos, three-time BR truck champion!

[music fades out]

Could I get you some water? Or coffee?

Okay, so here's the thing:

We're going bankrupt.

That's why your father
was always so anxious.

God dammit.

Your father owed a lot of money.
He mostly owed companies.

The only exception is Odilon.

Odilon?

[slow, contemplative music playing]

[car rumbling and tires screeching]

[music fades out]

[air hissing]

It has to be replaced. Can't salvage it.

- Come on, can't you just jerry-rig it?
- No, I can't.

And if it breaks again, it's on me, right?

- It's expensive, isn't it?
- [chuckling]

Of course it is.

Hey, why don't you talk to Odilon?

- About what?
- The turbo.

Nah, I'm not getting involved with Odilon.

I'll figure it out.

I'll talk to the sponsors.

- After Toledo.
- Nice.

[quiet, jazzy music playing]

What's up, Toledo?

Ah, Roger! [chuckling]

Ahhh. [gasps]

Pour him some of that, will ya?
[chuckling]

This one's special, right?
This is rare, huh.

Mm.

- To this extraordinary championship.
- To the future.

Which belongs to God.

Toledo, it's nice running into you.
I want to talk to you...

Ah, we also want to talk to you.

Well, we've made a decision...

We've also made a decision,
would you look at that?

ACHIEVEMENTS

Good. Very good.

YOUR BRAND HERE

Roger... we really admire your work
in BR Trucking, but times are hard.

And with this crisis...

As you know, the country
is going through some trouble.

What are you talking about?

We have decided to bring
your sponsorship to an end.

We can't do this.

No. It's not gonna work.

Yeah, thank you.

[quiet, jazzy music stops]

What's up, Roger?

All good, man?

Yo.

- Do I know you?
- No, I was sent by Odilon.

Your old man owed us some money,
I guess. Stalled the shit out of us.

Buddy, show some respect
when you talk about my dad.

You show respect by paying his debts
and finishing what he started with us,

you know?

I have nothing to do
with my dad's business.

You better pay off his debt, bro.

Otherwise, you'll have a bunch to do
with his business, like it or not.

[slow, tense music playing]

I'm sure you get it.

[indistinct chatter]

[electric tool whirring]

[music intensity builds]

[Mário] Damn, kid. You forget how
to slow down for the curve?

[Roger] Danilo warned me
and I tried something.

[Mário] If the coach
is the problem, hire another.

- That's not it.
- [music becomes faint]

It's okay.

Then why aren't you winning more?

I don't know, Dad. The equipment...
The team's feeling uneasy.

Look, I'll keep investing. I just need
to organize my finances, but I'll do it.

You know, the shop...

The shop's not doing good.

Are you in debt?

How much?

Go race, Roger.

This is not your problem.
Forget all about it.

I can deal with my problems on my own.
It's not for you to worry about.

On your own?

Or with the help of that damn bookie?

[Mário] Roger, Odilon's not evil
or anything like that.

- He's just eccentric.
- [Roger] He's basically a '70s gangster.

[Mário] Son, you have to understand
that when you're out of options,

When everything's fucked,

Odilon is the only way out.

[cool jazzy music playing]

It's Roger.

Thank you, Jordan.

That's all.

[music stops]

But anyway, Roger,

Did Mário... leave you, mm, something else?

I mean, like, you know,
something like cash?

Well, just the debt-ridden shop.

Yeah, maybe you could
pay off some of it, you know, by,

you know, giving me the shop.

What do you mean by "some of it off"?

Well, it can be a start,
then you can pay off the rest

little by little,
in installments and shit.

Shit, Odilon.

Come on. You know I have a team to pay.

- You know that's costly.
- I know.

I know, but that's why I'm telling you,

now is the perfect moment for you
to make some cash on the side, my friend.

If you know what I mean.

[tense music playing]

I'm a pilot, I can't do much else, okay?

You'd be driving.

You'd be the pilot
for a thing I had with your dad.

You'd earn a lot more money
and you wouldn't need to be tied

to, to any of those god-damn
worthless sponsors, come on.

[scoffs]

Nah, no, no.

No, I can't, dude. I'm not gonna
get myself into a life of crime, I just...

What fucking crime? What crime?

Are you calling me
a criminal, Roger? Come on.

Crime? Come on, this is a side market,
you understand?

It's just a little illegal, come on.

If you came all this way,
you knew what you were getting into.

[slow, moody jazzy music playing]

I don't know, Odilon.
I don't even know how this shit works.

You'll pick it up eventually.

I'll put you in touch with my associate,
Smokey. You can decide then.

[distant shouting]

[hip hop music playing]

What's up, my man?
Come in, make yourself at home.

Turn it down, man.

[music becomes quieter]

Nice to meet you it's an honor, for real.

Odilon told me a lot about you.

I mean it, the side cargo market's great.
It's like paradise, Mr. Pilot.

The cargo already has a destination.

It's an easy job.
We got the destination, we got the buyer.

And once it's all distributed
around the city, then basically

we're all in the clear.

And after it's all said and done,
the insurance pays for it.

At the end of the day,
it's barely a crime, isn't it, bro?

- No, but Smokey,
- [quiet dramatic music playing]

I'm just a pilot, bro.

That's the only thing I can do well.

Sure, you're a pilot.
That's what we need, a pilot.

These deadbeats here
were just costing me money,

But I can see you're, uh, a solid pilot.

So all you need now is a co-pilot,
someone you can trust, you know?

[music stops]

The insurance company
covers everything. It's barely a crime.

- I think I get it, Roger.
- I have to do it, man.

Can you imagine having to fire everyone?

All of them unemployed?

How else can I pay Odilon?
I have to do it.

- You're looking at it the wrong way.
- You know a better way?

- Well...
- And Bárbara?

What about her, Roger?

Danilo, the season is ongoing.

If I go broke, who's gonna hire you?

I found the part.

What's up, Fox? Could you finish
that later, after we finish our chat?

Sure.

Think about it, Danilo.

We get in, we make a lot of money.

We put that money here in the team.

Then we get stronger.
New sponsors will show up.

Then we drop out of their damn sight.

Dude.

Just for a little bit.

If you don't like what they
have to say, we don't do it.

But let's hear them out, okay?

Roger, we need to watch...

I'll, uh, go get my...

[quiet, contemplative music playing]

Hey.

I came to give my
condolences for your dad.

If you need anything, if you need to talk...

Thank you.

- I'm not just saying it, you know.
- I know you're not, Débora.

Thank you for being willing to help out.

It's just, I don't know if I... if I can.

Sorry.

We'll be working with you from here.
Here's how we've been doing it.

You share your location
and leave your phone on

so we can keep track of you from here.

We own all the phones, they're all clean.
All the goods too. And so is the cargo.

No drugs, no weapons,
it's all day-to-day shit.

- Right, Sketch?
- Sure thing, boss. That's where it's at.

- Whassup.
- This is Sketch. He, uh...

He distributes our goods.

[Sketch] Only the best stuff.

[Smokey] We only deal
with high-value cargo.

Anything else,
we just leave it to amateurs.

We actually prefer,
uh, electronics, right?

Smartphones, computers, tablets.

You know how much we get
for a truckful of smartphones, bro?

[Sketch] Here's the thing.

We gotta be smooth, you know?

We need to get to the warehouse.

And then we'll need some
time to take that shit apart.

[Smokey] And here's the catch:

Every high-value cargo truck
has a device in the driver's cab.

If it's activated,
everything gets locked up.

We can't even get onto the truck.

So our goal
is to make the driver pull over

[chatter]

and open the cab
without setting off the device.

The best way
to do that is by talking. No violence.

After all, I mean,
we're all civilized, right?

[Sketch] Yeah,
when we gotta be, right boss?

[Smokey] Shut the fuck up, Sketch!
This is serious shit.

Show some respect.

You should also
grease his palm before leaving.

For me?

[Smokey] Then he'll happily take his time
before contacting the insurance company.

[dramatic action music playing]

[sighs]

But shit gets serious
once you're behind the wheel.

All cargo trucks are tracked,

and the insurance company
will call the cops in no time.

[Roger] Fuck, Danilo!
It's a checkpoint! Dammit!

Turn right there. Go.

[Smokey] We have a 15-minute window
to reach the unloading site

without getting caught.

That's where you come in.

You gotta be steady and swift,

'cause the roads are winding
and the time is short.

[car horn honking]

We've lost a lot of cargo
because of fuck-up drivers.

They overturn the truck
and lose everything.

[Sketch] Fuck-ups belong in the grave.

[tires screech]

[Smokey] If you manage
to take the cargo to the destination,

I'll have to say...

- Congratulations my friends!
- [music stops]

You did a wonderful job.

- Really, flawless execution.
- Thanks.

- Want some?
- No, thank you.

I'm actually hungry
for something else, you know?

[snickering] Right, my love?

Here you go.

Thank you.

You are men of your words and I am too.

Is that what you wanted? [chuckling]

Can't invite you both in
because it's tight, you won't fit.

- [chuckling]
- [closes zipper]

[Danilo] Yeah, now it'll be good to go.

I'll set it up.
You gonna help or just gawk?

That's your job man, not mine.

[Danilo] Let's go, Roger.

One minute, 51 point four five one.

[drum music playing]

That's the pole position time.

It's up to you, bro. Come on, do it!

[dramatic action music playing]

Our adjustment is working well so far.

Lap: one, 18 and 13.

Come on, Roger.
What's going on, bro? Come on!

[Roger] Trust me, Danilo.

Let me see, hold this. Hold this, hold it.

[Danilo] Your lap time is one minute,
50 point five three zero.

- Good job, man! You've got pole!
- [chuckles]

Woo hoo!

[music stops]

[indistinct chatter]

We're doing it! Great work today.

Good job! We need to remove that shit.
Toledo's dropped us.

Nice!

[indistinct chatter continues]

You do great when no one's around, huh?

There'll be no one around
when I reach first place either, Débora.

[chuckling] You made good time.

But you remember
who holds the record, right?

Were you watching me practice?

I was.

You were confident today.

I have a feeling things are gonna look up.

Of course they might.
You've got what it takes to come second.

[both chuckle]

We'll see about that in the next race.

Sounds good. Just don't stray too far.
I wanna be able to see ya.

[Odilon] I told you
this was gonna work out.

I'm not sure
this is the life I want, Odilon.

I don't wanna go to jail, dammit.

[scoffs]

You think the cops with their shitty
basic cars are gonna catch you?

Come on. You're a pilot.

That's my fucking point.
I'm a pilot. I'm not a criminal.

So...

Jordan, come on.

Trim the nails,
not the toes, for fuck's sake.

So you think the insurance company
calls the cops through that, uh, device?

Electronic devices
can be turned off, right?

So what?

So listen, I have an inside guy.

He'll help us out with that. Trust me.

- [Odilon] How are you?
- [man] Good, you?

[Odilon] Souza's a business partner.

Some things can only be managed, uh...

- in the middle of the night, right?
- Absolutely.

We're glad to work after hours
for a client like you.

[Odilon chuckles]

I'll give you all a thorough
explanation on how it works.

But turning it off... that's on you.

[quiet, jazzy music playing]

[Roger] So, got any ideas
how to avoid getting arrested, Danilo?

[Danilo] We jump ship.

- [Roger] Come on, man!
- [Danilo] We've got two problems:

the locking system inside
the cab that stops the wheels

and the tracking device which is
inside the container with the cargo.

To deal with the first problem,
we have to detach the container.

First we cut the throttle cable
between the cab and the container.

[hissing]

That will force the driver to pull over.

[Roger] Won't he just lock everything up?

[Danilo] Yeah, but don't worry.

I have something to detach the container.

Check out our new gear.

[truck beeping]

- What, did you make it?
- I jerry-rigged it. [chuckles]

Good job, man.

[machinery creaking]

[Sketch] Could you pull forward?!

Come on! Come on!

Go! Go! Go!

[Roger] And how do we stop
the container from being tracked?

- That's why I brought this thing.
- [Sketch] Go! Go! Go!

This blocks all transmissions.

[device beeps]

- It's a jammer.
- [Roger] A what?

[Danilo] A jammer, man.

All we have to do
is attach it to the container

and the signal is blocked.

Then we can drive it around
without being tracked.

[Roger] Now you're talking!

[instrumental rock music playing]

[announcer] BR Truck is on fire!
Roger's aiming for his first win!

[beep]

Hey, Smokey.

- [cheering]
- Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo!

SMOKEY

[beep]

[both laughing]

[announcer] Roger's on a roll here!
He's coming in fast!

Putting pedal to the medal!

[all cheering]

[announcer]
Look, you gotta hand it to Roger.

He's been doing an amazing... [fades out]

[instrumental rock music continues]

[machine noises]

[music stops]

- Damn, close the fucking door, bro.
- [chuckles]

[music resumes]

[music stops]

- [Roger] Danilo, are you grilling lemons?
- [Danilo] No. It's for seasoning.

[Roger] Hold on for a sec.

[Danilo] So? [chuckling]

You're the man.

[upbeat music playing]

[people chattering]

Thanks, dude! We've got this.

Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you. Thank you.

- Can we take a selfie?
- Let's do it, bro.

[camera shutter click sound]

- Thank you.
- Thanks, buddy.

Hey.

Congrats. You did good.

Thank you.

You climbed up the ranks, huh?

- I did.
- Right?

- I sold my dad's shop.
- [chuckling] Got it.

Was it in dollars?

Are you for real, Débora?

[chuckling] Seriously?

You got rid of your dad's shop,
which was going bankrupt

and renovated your team from scratch?

My life can't improve a little?

Improve a little? Roger. [chuckling]

You've got no sponsors.

I know how much these things cost.

- Take a good look at your uniforms.
- What are you trying to say here?

Weren't we getting along just fine?
No beef, no fighting?

Why bring this up now, Débora?

Precisely so that we can continue
to get along without problems.

What's going on?

What's going on is that,
for the first time ever,

things are happening for me.

Yeah?

The right things?

[slow, contemplative music playing]

She trying to argue?

- Shit, she sure was.
- [chuckling]

She was up in my ass,
questioning our... upgrade.

Yeah, about that, my man.

I think that's enough, right?

In what way?

In the way we said we'd be in and out
in no time. Time to get out, right?

You're right, bro.

The next run will be our last.

We get our share,

and we're out for good, man.

[Danilo chuckles]

[Danilo] Though I just figured out a way
to steal the truck while it's moving.

No need to talk to the driver
and risk him locking the cab.

All we need is the right terrain.

[cool jazzy music playing]

Get real close to the cab. Go! Go! Go!

Okay, keep it steady.

Get closer!

I'm out.

[air hissing]

- [air hissing]
- [music stops]

[tires screech]

[tires screech]

God dammit!

- Holy shit!
- Danilo?

Everything okay, dude?

- It's not fucking working!
- [tense music playing]

Roger!

Just fucking come here, man!
It's not working!

[dramatic action music playing]

Here, here! Hurry the fuck up!

Fuck!

Holy fucking shit!

Here! Here! Here!

Right here! Right here!

Closer, dammit! Come closer!
Come closer, for fuck's sake!

Come on, Roger, plug it in!

Holy shit, Roger!

Come on, little more, little more!

Just fuckin' hold it!

That's perfect, man! Perfect!

Go! Go! Go!

[clicking]

Brake!

[music becomes more dramatic]

[music stops abruptly]

Yeah! Holy fuck!

Oh, my fucking God, I'm alive!

I'm alive, Roger!

- You just...
- Danilo!

Danilo, let's go.

Turn the jammer on, come on.

- Fuck, what a mess.
- [beeps]

- Hurry up, Danilo.
- Let's go, come on.

Whoo! Whoo!

[chuckles]

[Danilo] Jesus.

Holy fuck, Roger.
Thought I was gonna bite the dust.

Whoo!

- [distant thunderclap]
- [dramatic action music playing]

Danilo, there's a fucking checkpoint.

I'm pulling over.

Are you crazy? I don't wanna go to jail!

- Just go!
- What should I do?

Run it over, Roger! Run it over!

[gunfire]

Don't dodge them!

[groans]

[dramatic action music continues]

Danilo, all good back there?

[Danilo groans]

- [thunderclap]
- [music stops]

[groans]

Danilo?

Fuck.

Holy shit, you've been shot.

Whoa, wait!

- Danilo?
- [quiet, dramatic music playing]

Fuck! Danilo!

- Talk to me!
- What about Bárbara?

Hey, hey. Danilo?

Keep talking to me.
Keep talking to me, dammit!

- [groaning]
- Talk to me, man!

We'll get to the hospital
in a minute, keep talking.

- Danilo?
- [groaning]

- Hang in there, Danilo.
- [Danilo stops groaning]

Danilo!

[Roger gasps]

[tense music playing]

No! Dammit!

No!

Danilo, talk to me, dammit!

Danilo!

[screaming]

[music fades and becomes tense]

[whimpers quietly]

- [bleep on cell phone]
- [Smokey] I'm sorry for your loss, pilot.

Bring him here, we'll take care of it.

[bleep on cell phone]

[music becomes melancholic]

[sniffling]

REST IN PEACE
FROM YOUR MR10 FRIENDS

[distant children shouting playfully]

[melancholic music continues]

[Roger] Are you hungry?

[music fades out]

[door shuts]

[sniffling]

[exhaling deeply]

[distant thunderclap]

[rain trickling]

[tense music playing]

[tense music fades out]

[quiet, contemplative music playing]

[Bárbara cries]

[Danilo] I don't know, Roger.

[Roger] It won't be risky,
I guarantee you.

[Danilo] I can't do this.
I have a daughter. I'm all Bárbara's got.

- I just can't risk it, man.
- [Roger] Trust me, man. Trust me.

[music fades out]

[Roger] How's school going?

I'm on vacation.

Bárbara, you know,
I can't sleep on the couch forever...

Then just leave me, right?

[chuckles faintly]

Come on, you know
I couldn't do that, right?

You're just a kid. You're 14.

You can't live alone,
I'm sure you get that.

So? What will you do?

The right thing to do would be
to go to social services right now.

If you do that, I'll tell them
everything you and my dad did.

I'm not dumb. I know what you were doing.

Bárbara, keeping you here...
illegally is also a crime.

[quiet, contemplative music playing]

Maybe I... can stay with my grandma.

Grandma?

Yeah. My mom's mother.

She hated my dad's guts
and we lost touch after my mom died.

She used to live in the Baixada,
but, uh, I don't know where she is now.

That's a good start, you know?

Because from there we can...
track a family friend or a relative.

Let's start looking.

I'll try searching on Facebook.

Facebook's the one social
network all old people use.

- Awesome.
- I'll stay here for now.

I'm not going to a foster home
unless I don't find her.

Fine, but unfortunately,
we can't stay here.

[quiet, contemplative music fades out]

[Bárbara] Is this where you live?

Yeah, this is not gonna do either.

[melancholic music playing]

Make yourself at home.

Are you hungry? Do you want
to check the fridge? Watch some TV?

Where's my room gonna be?

[tires screeching]

[music fades out]

[Toledo, chuckling] Roger?

- Ahhh, congratulations.
- Hey, Toledo.

No one has ever doubted your talent,
you know that, right?

The thing is, you weren't
actually showing results. Numbers.

But now you are. [chuckles]

I thought you said that, uh, the problem
was the economy and all, right?

Roger, every champion
since this category was created

has been backed by us, and we're not
planning on letting that change.

And we want you back.

Hey, no hard feelings?

No hard feelings.

[revving car engine sounds]

[Roger] Bárbara!

Wanna play?

[revving car engine sounds]

[Roger groans]

[cell phone rings]

INCOMING CALL
SMOKEY

- Should I pause?
- No.

I'll get that later.

Oh, I'm about to, uh, try out a new coach.

To take my dad's place?

No one will ever take his place, Bárbara.

I'll meet him this weekend.
Wanna come along?

[cell phone ringing]

You can stay in the pit.

With your dad's headset.

- Sure.
- Nice.

Your friend's calling again.

SMOKEY: NEED YOU

- [crowd cheering]
- [instrumental rock music playing]

[announcer] It's time to get started!

From now on, the foot goes down
and the speed goes up.

Off goes the red lights!

[tires screech]

[Roger] How's the grid, new guy?

Débora had a bad start. Don't worry.

[tires screeching]

On your first two laps,
you matched your qualifying time.

Watch out, the Queen's about to strike.

Step on it!

[announcer] Here she comes!
She's right behind Roger.

The real fight of the season
is right on your screen.

[Roger] How's the thermostat, Gaucho?

[Afonso] It's under 120. Step on it.

[Roger]
Are you sure the engine can take it?

[Afonso]
The temps's looking good. Trust me.

Go for it.

[dramatic action music playing]

[tires screeching]

The truck feels weird.

[Afonso] Oil pressure's too high.
It won't make it.

[Roger] What do I do?

[Afonso] Stop pushing it!

Roger, turn the water on.
It's overheating, that's why it's weird.

Bárbara, don't distract him!

[Roger] For fuck's sake, you two!
Don't talk over each other!

BRAKE WATER

Come on, new guy,
you fucking sleeping? Come on!

Roger, let her pass you
in the fast section.

You'll pass her in the slow section.

[Roger] Bárbara, are you crazy? I'm not
gonna let anyone pass me, dammit.

Just let her pass there and then
you'll beat her in the slow section.

- Hold until there.
- [Roger] Are you crazy?

I'm not gonna let anyone pass.

She's gonna pass you anyway, Roger.
Use that and cool the truck off.

[announcer] They're getting into
a straight section, Débora's going all in.

She's on the outside.
She's about to pass him!

[tense music playing]

She pulled it off! Now she's in the lead.

[Afonso] You're making a huge mistake.
He'll never reach her now.

[announcer] That was a very easy pass.
Roger is left behind.

Roger, now turn the water off
or you'll run dry.

That's it, Roger.

[tense music builds in intensity]

Now go up to her, pass her.

[music stops]

[instrumental rock music playing]

[announcer] Roger's on his way!

He's stepping
on the gas with everything he's got!

[tires screeching]

[Bárbara] You can do it!

- [announcer] Roger takes the lead!
- [cheering]

It's the final stretch!

[instrumental rock music continues]

Roger Matos is coming
for the checkered flag!

- That's one more win for you.
- [music stops]

[all cheering]

Time to celebrate, Roger Matos!

We're almost first on the standings, huh?
Getting there, getting there?

Thank you, kiddo. Right here.
This girl right here, huh?

[kisses loudly] Thanks kiddo.

[indistinct chatter]

[people chanting]

[Débora] Let's make a line here,
shall we? It's easy.

You gotta get your
head in the game, rookie.

[Odilon] Where's that son of a bitch?

Fuck yeah, Roger!

Is this your hideout, kid?

- Come here.
- Hey, Odilon.

You made me come
all this way to congratulate you.

Listen, uh, uh...

Come here,
I need to talk to you. Just a sec.

Smokey mentioned he's been
calling you and you haven't answered.

Is that true?

I was busy, So I couldn't,
uh, answer the phone.

I couldn't... I was busy, you know?

You were busy?

Come on, you gotta be kidding me.
This is serious business.

I'd listen carefully if I were you.

Don't you mess around
with Smokey. Understood?

- Understood. I'll see what I can do.
- Yeah, you do that.

I'm gonna answer him.
I was just working on some stuff.

[Odilon] I trust you.

- [camera click sound]
- [Roger] I'll talk to him.

[Odilon] Don't mess up again
or I can't guarantee your safety.

Jordan.

[Roger] Nah, she looks way too young
to be your grandma.

- Check out that next one.
- She doesn't even look like me, no way.

Well, I'ma jump in the shower
before the pizza gets here.

If you need anything, just yell.

- 'Kay.
- Oh, and Bárbara?

We need to find your grandma soon.

No problem, I'll keep searching
on Facebook. I'm on it.

- This is very important.
- No problem.

Be right back.

[telephone rings]

Pizza's here!

What the... What's up? Is Roger home?

Yeah. Roger?

[tense music playing]

Why did you stop
picking up the damn phone?

Bárbara, go to your room.

- What? She ain't sleeping in your bed?
- Show her some respect dude.

Try me. Do it.
Let's see what happens to you.

Wow, you're so brave with a gun
in your hand. Just drop that shit, Sketch.

Don't worry, I ain't here
to make a fuss, Baby Driver.

I'm just here to make sure you come
through on your part of the deal.

- I'll talk to Smokey.
- Mm-hm.

Yeah, I know you will.
I'm here to make sure of it though.

[tense music builds]

[trip hop music playing]

That's right. License plate DQH-7654
from Rio de Janeiro.

Do a full search.

Yeah, I'll stay on his trail. Thanks.

[distant chatter]

[Sketch]
Hey, yo, what's up, man? How are you?

- God be with you. How's the spot?
- Good, how are you?

- [man] Looking beautiful.
- [Sketch] It's in God's peace? Nice.

- All right, y'all.
- [man] See ya.

[man] Hey, man. What's up? Go ahead.

[tense music playing]

Here's your man, boss.

What up, Mr. Pilot?

So Roger,
it's like you're a big shot now, huh?

I had other things I had to deal with.

Yo Roger, you know I, uh,
I'm always watching all your races, bro.

I go out there, bro, on the circuit
and all, I'm a true fan, man.

But, come on.

You let us down, man.

We had a job and you disappeared.
that shit's, uh, fucked up, right?

I didn't even know
there was a job, Smokey.

[Sketch] Damn, bro,
we called you non fucking stop.

Well, if you answered your phone, right?

I mean, fuck. Your phone ain't
gonna pick itself up, is it?

Come on.

It came up out of nowhere.
It was a real marvelous job, you know?

Easy-peasy. A damn awesome gig
and we missed our chance.

I have nothing to do with that, Smokey,
come on. I'm just the pilot, remember?

Yeah, except I paid for the intel,
and it went to waste.

It was money down the drain.

Listen, I want out, man.

[tense music continues]

I'm not cut out for this.

I don't wanna end up like Danilo.

Shit, man.

I've got sponsors again.

Excuse me?

My sponsors are back now.

And what is this?

What's with the long face, bro?

Now that you have sponsors,
you don't need us anymore, huh?

You're all set, you're rich!

[Sketch] You ain't gonna
forget your friends, right?

All right, Mr. Roger. Go on, then.

But hey, Smokey never forgets... you get me?

[music ends]

Is everything okay?

I knew your bitch ass was up to no good.

My father's shop was already in
too deep in this shit when I inherited it.

Oh, really, Roger?

It was the only chance I had
to pick myself up.

To get money
and put it in the racing team.

Did you have any idea
how risky everything was?

I know.

Yeah, of course I did.
But it's over now, Débora.

Now I gotta focus on Bárbara.

Oh my God, Bárbara...

[sighs]

Roger...

What are you gonna do?

Are you gonna be her guardian?

My life's too unstable,
I can't be her guardian.

But she has a grandma somewhere.

And where is this grandma
no one's ever seen?

Well...

That's what I'm doing.
You know? I'm tracking her family down.

It's all I'm gonna do from now on.

[sighs]

I've been trying to change.

[slow, contemplative music playing]

Fine.

[music fades out]

And your grandma?

I, uh, just found
a cousin of mine, apparently.

A cousin?

I think he's my cousin,

Or almost my cousin.

He has grandma's last name, you know?

But he's got a private profile.

So I sent him a friend request
and sent him a DM too.

Hey, Bárbara, I guess it's late, right?

- Time to go to bed.
- Okay.

Good night.

Night.

[slow, contemplative music
resumes playing]

DUPLICATE CERTIFICATE
BIRTH - MARRIAGE - DEATH

REGISTRY OFFICES AROUND ME

[music fades out]

[cell phone message alert]

TRUCK RACING DRIVERS

WHAT A TRAGEDY

UNBELIEVABLE

[quiet, ominous music playing]

[cell phone ringing]

SMOKEY

[quiet, dramatic music playing]

[Roger] Hello?

- [Smokey] Hey there, pilot!
- [Roger] Did you kill Toledo?

[Smokey] Rio de Janeiro is a dangerous
place, you gotta be careful, you know?

Now, listen.
Sketch is on his way, be ready.

It's an easy gig in Três Rios.

We'll be back in no time. Deal?

I knew it.

[breathing deeply]

I'll assemble the team.
Let me know if anything comes up.

Let's do this.

[Smokey] It's an easy gig in Três Rios.

[dramatic action music playing]

It's that one, you know?

A'ight, I'ma go after it
like a hungry Pit bull, dude.

End of the line for you,
bitch, get down, get down!

- Get the fuck down, go, come on!
- I'm going!

- I'll smack you, get the out my sight.
- Sketch, we've gotta leave.

- Let's take this one.
- No. What about this one?

The boys will drive it.
Hey! Come on!

No need to switch cabs.
You drive, I'll go with Roger.

[dramatic action music continues]

Come on!

[electronic beep]

[music stops]

[Roger] Sketch,
we were supposed to switch cabs.

[Sketch] What the fuck, you wuss?
I blocked the signal, no sweat.

[Roger] It's how Danilo did it.

[Sketch] Danilo ain't here.
Stop whining and drive.

[cell phone rings]

What's going on, boss? What's up?

[Smokey] We're fucked.
We're fucked. Get lost.

- Cops are after you.
- [Roger] What?

[Smokey] Pigs, they're right behind you!

You need to get lost right fucking now.

- [Roger] Where the fuck do we go?
- Ditch the fucking cargo, man.

- Ditch it, dammit.
- Ditch the cargo where?

Gun it, come on, there. Take the right!

- Hold on.
- Next right.

We're right next to the Morro da Cotia.

We got a hide in there. They're homies.

[dramatic action music continues]

Where is the spot?

Go, bro, we're almost there!
Just speed this shit up or we're done!

What's up, my friends? It's all chill!

- We come in peace.
- You got it.

- The pigs are coming! Hold them back!
- [gunfire]

Ay, it's Smokey's Troop, brothas!

Good morning! Good morning, hood!

[fireworks crackling]

Okay, so those punks went in here
to stash the cargo, all right?

[fireworks crackling]

- [man] Do we hold them, boss?
- [sirens blaring]

Shit! Here come the cops!

- Go, go! Come on, get up!
- [gunfire]

[man] Police!

- [gunfire]
- [people shouting]

[man] Move!

[people shouting]

[shouting continues]

Holy fuck. Hey!

We can't advance, fall back!

Fall back, let's go!

[sirens blaring]

[Sketch] Come on,
come on, help me out bro!

Come here, everyone! Come on up, y'all!

Come on up! Help me out here, dog.

- [woman] Thanks for that, Sketch.
- A gift from Smokey to the neighborhood!

[man] Come over, it's free.

- [woman] He's giving them out.
- Come! Don't you think the cops will come?

Bruh, you think they'll risk coming here
over half a dozen iPads?

Fuckin' trippin' man. Catch this.

I don't get how the cops
got on our backs, goddammit.

Bro, you saw me use the jammer
just like you told me to.

Someone must have tipped
them off, I don't know.

Hey, calm down! No fighting, pal!
Chill, I'll give it to you.

Yo, catch this. Bro, what the fuck?

- Why are you fighting?
- [cocks gun]

[groans loudly]

[quiet, tense music playing]

Was there a tracker or something?

Nope. Right, Roger?

Why didn't you switch cabs, dammit?

Huh?

Hey Sketch.
What, are you dragging your feet now?

Are you too lazy to do your job?

Chill out, boss.
We don't even know if it...

Don't... Come on, no need to do that, man.

You better not fuck
with me either, motherfucker.

You're not a fucking rat, are ya?

Come on, me, a rat?

- That doesn't settle your debt.
- What? That was the last job.

- I got nothing. Doesn't settle your debt!
- No, I'm out.

- Like hell you are!
- I'm done with this shit.

If you want to kill me, kill me.
I lost everything, I got nothing to lose.

Everything you lost, buddy!

You lost because you're a brat.

And you're being a brat right now.

Fuck this, I'm out.

No, no, let him.

Let him go. There he goes!

That's great.

That's perfect! You're gonna bail on us!

That's fine, bro.

[quiet, tense music continues]

- [Sketch] Are we gonna ice him, boss?
- Not yet.

- [Sketch] Dumbass.
- [music stops]

Hey Fox, we gotta check
the suspension too, all right?

The back's pulling too much.

I'll leave you guys to it.

What's up, Afonso?

- Cheering me on during practice?
- You're killing it on the track, dude.

Thanks.

Hey, any chance we can talk?

Afonso, at the moment,
I can't. Maybe lat...

[tense music playing]

I think we're gonna
have to talk, right now.

[slow, dramatic music playing]

I swear, I have nothing to do with this.

I have all your phone calls,
man, it's on tape.

If I wanted to book you
right now, I would do it.

But I don't want to.

- What do you want from me?
- I want them all. Everyone.

Smokey and Odilon, especially.
I gotta catch them red-handed.

- No slimy lawyer bailing them out.
- Damn, Afonso.

I can't do that, man.
There's too much at stake here.

Unless you want me to take you in?
Think about it.

I like you and I know you're small fry.
But you gotta help me help you.

[slow, dramatic music continues]

[music fades out]

[door opens]

[door closes]

Bárbara, we need to talk.

- In a minute.
- No, not in a minute.

We gotta talk right now.

What's wrong?

I just got back from the records office.

I know you're lying.

[quiet, tense music playing]

- Both your grandmothers are dead.
- They are, it's true.

- Why didn't you tell me the truth?
- Because I have no one!

[melancholic music playing]

Everyone I had is dead now.

Bárbara,

keeping you here like this
is illegal, it's a crime.

I believe stealing trucks is also a crime.

[music fades out]

[car engine running]

Bárbara?

[car drives away]

Bárbara?

Bárbara?

Bárbara?

[dog barking]

STILL THINK YOU'VE GOT NOTHING TO LOSE?

- Holy shit!
- [ominous music playing]

[dramatic action music playing]

[cell phone ringing]

[Bárbara] Roger! Roger! Help!
They're keeping me in a...

[Smokey] You hear that, Roger?

If you don't do as you're told, this will
be the last time you'll hear her voice.

[call disconnects]

[dramatic action music continues]

- Get out of the car, right now!
- [overlapping shouting]

Calm down! Calm down!

- God dammit! Come on, do it, move it.
- Calm down, calm down, dammit.

Hands on the hood!

- [Smokey] You're in command, right?
- [Sketch] I get it.

- [Smokey] Who's in command?
- [Sketch] I get it.

- Look, what I'm trying to say here...
- Smokey!

Where's Bárbara, dammit?

- What is this?
- What the fuck?

Hey, hey, wait up! Wait up!
He's my pilot. Calm, down!

What the fuck, man?
Is this how you treat your investors?

[Sketch] Back off, take it down a notch.

Gotta know your place.
Can't walk in here like that, man.

I'll give you the kid back, sure.

If you do one last job for me
consider it done.

- Wasn't that the last one?
- But that one went to shit, you know it.

This one won't.
We're all gonna make a bunch of money,

And I'll even pay you extra.

- I want to talk to Bárbara.
- After the job, sure.

- I want to know if she's okay.
- What the fuck is up?

You're not getting what I'm saying,
are ya? What do you take me for?

Are you nuts? [chuckles]

First we negotiate,
then you talk to the girl.

- What's the deal?
- Bring me the cargo, I give you the girl.

That's the deal.

- Do you know what type of truck it is?
- [Sketch] Container, bro.

There'll be a convoy, though.

- Private security?
- Well...

It's the cops.

A state security company.

What the fuck, Smokey?

You guys wanna rob the police?

Well, bro, they do rob us every day.

- [Sketch] Uh-huh.
- What are we stealing?

- Why do you wanna know? You never asked.
- I wanna know now.

Okay fine. Weapons!

[tense music playing]

Weapons! Okay?

Are you batshit crazy?

Stealing guns from the police?

[Sketch] Oh, fuck this shit.

Do your criminal mastermind shit,

your crazy pilot shit,
and bring that truck to me.

I'm not gonna do it! No fucking way.

Oh, for fuck's sake. The same crap again?

It's fuckin' rough.

- I wanna talk to Odilon.
- Yeah? I'll get him right now.

Odilon!

Come out here, if you will.

The kid wants to talk to you.

- [Sketch] Shit.
- Roger.

My boy Roger.

What are you doing here, Odilon?

Making sure you don't shit on my business.

I fucking climbed all the way up here
to talk you into this personally.

- To steal weapons?
- Weapons?

Not just any weapon, no.

The weapons!

Fully functional
and unregistered weapons for national use.

We're talking 60 to 80 thousand
for each rifle we steal.

It's more cash than you've ever
made with a sponsor, you know?

You bring that in,
and we give the girl back.

[tense music continues]

What's the plan?

They're gonna drive by São Paulo, but...

[Odilon] Yeah, it's on Sunday morning.

Odilon.

- What?
- It's the same day as the finals.

The Circuit is in Interlagos.
It's around the corner, dang it.

That's why we need you.

And we'll keep the girl
so you don't forget it.

Do this right and everyone will be happy.

So honor your father
and don't screw up again, all right?

[slow, dramatic music playing]

[sighs]

[music fades out]

- [tense music playing]
- [distant police siren blaring]

[cell phone ringing]

Hello?

[Smokey] Yo, it's time.
What's it gonna be?

- [Roger] I'll need a cab like theirs.
- [cool jazzy music playing]

I'll need a mason.

A white van and two armored cars.

What are you measuring?

Enough with the questions,
I'm not your buddy.

- [Roger] I need phones with SIM cards.
- Come here, hurry.

We won't go through your WhatsApp
or delete photos.

- What the hell, Vamp?
- Chill Dude.

What's this crusty-ass phone? If it ain't
working you'll have to answer to us.

We ain't joking. It's for real.

Fools bend the rules
and we bend the fools. Gimme that.

[Smokey] We got you everything you asked
for, so you better not disappoint us.

[Roger] If you lay a finger on Bárbara...

[Smokey] It's all up to you man,
you gotta earn the happy ending.

They're picking him up.

[tense music playing]

All right.

[breathing fast]

[tense music builds in intensity]

[music transitions
to dramatic action music]

- [Roger] All good?
- All good, I've got the homies on radio.

- It's time for the white van.
- On it.

[walkie-talkie bleeps]

BGG, do you copy?

[man] BGG, copy, over.

Go ahead and send the white van guys.

- [man] Positive. On its way.
- [walkie-talkie bleeps]

[horn honks]

[dramatic action music continues]

[alerts on cell phones]

[music stops]

HEAVY TRAFFIC ALERT

[Sketch] Holy shit!

Now most people will avoid this road.
It looks like it's jammed.

That's actually some genius shit.

Okay, so now you can share
our location with Smokey.

I'm on it, man.

A'ight, what now, Roger?

Now shit gets serious.

[dramatic action music playing]

[tires screeching]

[gunfire]

- [sirens blaring]
- [gunfire continues]

[tires screeching]

[metallic creaking]

[Sketch] Nice!

[chuckling] Ah, hell yeah!

[loud thud]

[tires screeching]

[metallic thudding]

- Ready, Sketch?
- On it.

Wait, wait, almost there. Almost, hold on.

Three...

[metallic thudding]

Two...

One... Now!

[Sketch laughs]

Oh shit! [chuckles]

Whoo-hoo!

[tires screeching]

[dramatic action music continues]

[Sketch laughs]

Holy shit, cuz!

Celebrating a bit early, bro.
Go detach the cab, goddammit.

On it.

Hurry up, Sketch!

Detach that shit, come on!

Sketch!

[distant sirens blaring]

Hit the damn gas, homie!

- [Roger] Let's fucking go!
- Let's go faster, Roger!

- This ain't a Ferrari.
- They're right behind us!

- Calm down, it's going according to plan!
- Hit the gas pedal!

- Let's go!
- Shut the fuck up, I know what I'm doing!

I don't want to die, man.

[tense music playing]

[Roger] If your guys did their job right,
we're getting through!

How the fuck
are we gonna get through that?

Holy fuck, we're gonna crash!
Jesus Christ!

Oh, shit!

[dramatic action music playing]

Fuck yeah!

[laughs hysterically]

[tires screeching]

Time to switch cabs.

Come on, come on. Pull over here.

[hissing]

- [Roger] Tell me where we're headed.
- [Sketch] Just drive.

- You'll learn soon enough.
- [Roger] Don't you trust me?

[Sketch] Cut the shit. We're almost there.

- Go through that tunnel.
- [ominous music playing]

[music fades out]

[quiet, tense music playing]

You can go through here.

[welding crackling noise]

[ominous music playing]

[Smokey] There he is. He's here!

[slow, dramatic music playing]

Nice one, pilot!

Nice one!

[Smokey chuckles]

[truck beeping]

Come on, go!

Get down. Nice and easy, Roger.

Don't try anything stupid.

[Smokey, chuckling]
Gotta get the grill going tonight.

Yeah. guess you made it.

As promised.

- Yeah.
- [ominous music playing]

Now you let the girl go.

[Sketch] You're obsessed
with that shorty, huh?

- Damn.
- [Smokey] Hm.

- Right now? You're not gonna go get her?
- [tense music playing]

Right now.

A friend of mine will pick her up.

A "friend."

[tapping on cell phone]

She's free now.

[cell phone ringing]

[call connects]

- [Débora] Hello?
- Débora.

They say she's free to go.

[Débora] I see her, she's here.

Bárbara! Bárbara!

[tense music continues]

[tires screech]

See? I'm a man of my word.

Congratulations.

The hell, dude? Ungrateful little asshole.

Get the hell out of my sight.

Scram! Get outta here!

[engine starts]

Hell yeah!

[music fades out]

- What's this?
- [man] What the fuck is this, boss?

[Smokey] What the fuck?

[Sketch] Son of a bitch!

- He's getting away, boss! Stop this shit!
- Stop! Stop!

Stop this shit now!

[gunfire]

- Stop this shit!
- You fucking asshole! Stop!

- [indistinct shouting]
- [groans]

[dramatic action music playing]

- Did they hurt you?
- No.

- You sure, you're really okay?
- Uh-huh. I'm sure.

[music fades out]

- Stop!
- Easy, mister.

Easy my ass. Hand me the girl!

[rattling door handle]

[police officer] Freeze! Freeze!
Put the gun down!

[tires screeching]

- [breathing fast]
- [dramatic action music playing]

[cell phone ringing, call picks up]

[Odilon] Roger! Is everything okay?

Odilon, have you heard from Smokey?

- Tried to get a hold of him?
- Smokey?

Don't pick up if he or his guys call you.

- Shit went south, the cops came.
- Dammit.

I ran away with the cargo.

Listen, I'm getting away now,
I'll call you back to fill you in.

[Odilon] Wait, if you don't call...

The son of a bitch hung up!

[dramatic action music continues]

- [music stops]
- [engine idling]

[turns off engine]

[hissing]

[exhales deeply]

[tape peeling]

[tense action music playing]

[Smokey] This is the location.
Sketch, got a hold of Odilon?

[Sketch] Nothing yet, boss.
I'm gonna go there now.

Go slow.
That's our cargo right over there.

[tense action music continues]

[Smokey] Yo, punk.

You do your thing
but I want him by my feet.

- [man] Mm-hm.
- Want him on his knees in front of me.

- [man] You got it. Kid.
- Right now, go.

[man] Go over there.

[quiet, tense music playing]

Careful, huh?

[dramatic musical crescendo]

[quiet, tense music resumes]

Here, look!

I found the guy's phone.

[cell phone ringing]

- He's not picking up.
- What if something went wrong?

- That's impossible.
- [cell phone ringing]

UNKNOWN CALLER

Hello?

[Roger] Hey, it's me.

Roger, is everything okay? Where are you?

[quiet, uplifting music playing]

[honks horn]

I'm on your six.

- [horn honking]
- Lagging behind you.

But not for long.

Thanks, José.

[instrumental rock music playing]

[announcer]
Here come the racers in Interlagos!

The Queen and Roger
are dueling on the first line.

The Queen has the lead
and Roger is in second place,

only three points below her.

If he wins this race, the cup is all his.

The Queen's already taking the lead,
securing first place.

They are all far too close in the Senna S.

Roger keeps trying to find a gap.

[Bárbara] Easy, Roger.
Pass her on the left not on the right.

Pass her on the left!

She's gonna brake.

[announcer]
Roger tries to pass on the outside!

The Queen stays in the lead
by taking the line!

- There's a turn coming!
- [Roger] Fuck!

[tires screeching]

- [announcer] Oh, no! Not like that, Roger!
- Shit!

[announcer]
Roger skids away from the track.

Fuck!

- Relax, boss.
- [tense music playing]

As soon as the trailer's here,
we'll tow the container.

[Smokey] "Relax" my ass.
We have to move this shit. Now!

Something's off, though.

[dramatic action music playing]

- Game over, punks! Game over!
- Fuck, it's the police.

[overlapping shouting]

Oh, shit!

- [Roger] It's over, Bárbara!
- [Bárbara] Go, Roger! There's still time.

[Roger] The forward group
is already too far ahead!

Stop whining, Roger. I'm sure you can
catch up to her in under ten laps.

[loud acceleration]

[Roger] Let's go, dammit, let's go.

Move.

[announcer] At this point in the race,
Roger's gonna have to really step on it.

He's got a lot of ground to cover,
plenty of passes to make,

or he can hope for others
to have mechanical failure.

- [gunfire]
- [shouting]

We've been fucking set up! Motherfuckers!

[Afonso] Fall back! Fall back!

Fuckers.

That's it, Roger.
Hold on, pass him in the middle.

[dramatic action music playing]

[announcer] In the Duck's Bill,
Roger just passed Another racer!

Now he's aiming for the top ten.

[gunfire]

There's more coming!

[indistinct shouting]

[tires screeching]

- How's Roger doing?
- [woman] He's in 11th.

[announcer] He keeps going up!

- Now he's in the top ten!
- You're in ninth now. Fastest lap.

[man] Shoot him!

[people grunt]

[announcer] They're about to go
in the straight section,

and Roger's going up again!

He's in sixth place now.

[dramatic action music continues]

Impressive performance by Roger!

You're in second!
Queen is the only one left.

[man] Move, move! [grunts]

[announcer]
Once again, he's done the fastest lap.

[groans] Just surrender!

Fuck! We're surrounded.

[announcer]
We should expect a big fight for the cup!

Roger is doing
an outstanding job in this race!

You're going down, huh?

[Bárbara] You're reaching her!
That's it, man, you're almost there! Go!

- Stop! No more! It's over!
- [music transitions to quiet tense music]

- Here.
- Drop the gun!

[Smokey] We're done!

Look! We're done!

Get down, dammit!

I surrender, look.

We're done!

[woman] Roger's getting close to you!

[dramatic action music playing]

[loud shifting]

[announcer] Roger's here,
and he's ready to fight for his win!

The Queen's standing her ground!

[tires screeching]

They're side-by-side,
coming for the final lap!

This is going to be thrilling!

Roger, hit the brakes first
in the last curve.

Wait what?

[Bárbara] Hit the brakes first
and speed up again in the curve.

You'll get off faster.

Bárbara, it's no time to take risks.

No, it's time to listen.

[Bárbara] One, two,

three, hold it.

Wait...

Now!

[engine revving]

[dramatic action music continues]]

[announcer] Roger needs to pass her
in order to become champion!

He's tracing an alternate route
to the Queen's.

Roger's risking it by going
on the outer edge of the curve!

We're coming up
to the final meters of the race!

What an amazing end to the Championship!

Here they come for the checkered flag.

Here it is! Roger's coming!

The Queen's coming!

Who will win?

[music intensifies]

- And it's the checkered flag for him!
- Yes!

Amazing!

- Roger Matos!
- [inspirational music playing]

- He's the new BR Truck champion!
- Yeah! Fuck yeah!

It's time you get out there and buy
yourself some bigger shelves, Roger!

The championship is yours, Roger!

- He's taking the BR Truck Championship...
- Holy shit.

- Good job, kid!
- ...trophy home!

[crowd cheering]

[cheering continues]

I called it!

I told ya'll!

Didn't I tell ya, Fox?
Didn't I tell you, dude?

- Ahhhh!
- [music fades out]

Thank you!

All thanks to this girl right here!

Thank you, sweetheart. Thank you.

Yeah, guess you did good.

- I did?
- You did.

Ah, you're the greatest.

Congratulations.

- Thank you, everyone!
- [man] That was gorgeous!

- Aim for the top. Aim for the top.
- [Odilon] Roger, Roger!

- [Odilon] What the fuck?
- Bárbara, stay right here.

[tense playing]

I wanna know what the hell
is going on, dammit!

It's over, Odilon.

- What's over? Your race? What the fuck?
- This is it, game over.

- What the...
- Afternoon, folks.

- Excuse me.
- Oh, God. Dammit.

No party today, I'm afraid.
You're under arrest.

- What the...
- Conspiracy and receiving stolen goods.

I doubt you have any proof.

A witness account
that confirms your involvement.

Hey. Hey. Come on, wait a minute.

Do you know who you're talking to?

- I am a personal friend of the governor's!
- Call him then, call him.

- Go ahead.
- Jordan, call Freitas! Call Mr. Freitas!

- I've got my eye on you.
- Jordan, call Mr. Freitas right now.

- Right now! Don't touch me!
- Just take him, take him.

- Do not fucking touch me!
- Take him, take him.

[sighs]

What about you, pal?

[tense music fades out]

Handcuffs won't be necessary, right?
Can I count on you?

[melancholic music playing]

Let's go.

[Bárbara] Roger!

You have two minutes.

Are they really taking you to prison?

Yeah, Bárbara.

I have to pay for my mistakes.

But listen, once I do my time...

I'll start over
and I'll do it the right way.

I'm sorry.

For everything.

Be safe, kiddo.

[Afonso] It's time.

He did the right thing.

[melancholic music continues]

[music fades out]

[melancholic music resumes playing]

TWO YEARS LATER

[breathing deeply]

Shall we?

We shall.

Thank you.

Bárbara?

[music fades out]

I missed you.

Aww, kiddo.

- How are you?
- Good.

You didn't think it was just me,
did ya? [chuckles]

[Roger] You did it?

I did it.

And now it's official.

I have permanent custody.

- And you, sir.
- Mm?

Don't you dare mess up again.
No prison for you this time around.

'Cause I'll kill you first.
You understand?

Sure.

[upbeat, soulful music playing]

Hand me the keys, I wanna drive.

Over my dead body!
Come on, get in the back.

I only race you because
we're in separate trucks.

Débora, did you happen to forget
that I won the last race?

You won, didn't you?

You won with stolen money, baby.
You can't beat me playing fair.

Now get in.

[chuckling]

[instrumental rock music playing]

[tires screeching]

[music continues]

[music fades out]