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- The job is done. - I need evidence, shit.

You're done.

It seems they're in Uruguay.

I want to book a flight to Montevideo.

You don't need to pick me up. I'll go back to Brazil.

Come on, bro. I need you in this.

I can't. Gerson is almost living in my house.

Listen, we need to find a way to fuck Gilmar's son-in-law.

A warehouse of that size?

He must be into some serious scam.

- Babe? - Did you hear the noise outside?

- He's in jail. - Evandro?

But don't think your work is over.

You'll stay in there until you give me the Bolivians.

What are you going to do about Evandro?

This plan will definitely work.

Shit, it's him.

- Catch him! - Fuck.

- Go. - Freeze.

I need you to take care of my mom.

If someone comes for her, you know what to do.

Prison isn't the solution.

Evandro is an evil.

Where are you calling me from?

Pack your things. We're going to Bolivia.

- Evandro? - Geise, I'm going there.

I don't want to see you.

What was that, Mom?

Holy shit.

Evandro!

Fuck, Mom. It's me. Wake up.

I'm very lucid.

EPISODE 4

God damn it!

Fuck, Mom! Stop it, god damn it!

No one will be able to solve this problem, Evandro.

Because this problem is mine.

You...

are my responsibility.

Stop, Mom, for God's sake.

Damn!

Wilbert, for God's sake. Evandro was shot. I don't know

- what's going on. For God's sake. - Shit! What?

- Go check, please. - At his house?

I don't know. He's with Arlete. He was telling her

- he wanted to come here. - Shit!

For God's sake. Stop doing this shit!

Evandro, this is for Zeca...

...for Maria,

for myself...

Hey, Juninho!

- Have you heard gunshots here? - Gunshots?

But especially for you, Evandro.

Gosh!

Fuck! It came from Evandro's. Come on. Let's go!

- Gosh! - God damn it, Mom!

- Fuck! - Gosh!

Gosh...

Fucking help me! Come on!

- Come on! - Get her. Take her to a doctor,

- for God's sake! - Come on!

- Take her, damn it! - Hold her!

- Gosh! - Be careful, god damn it!

Fuck, doctor. Come on. Things are looking bad.

- It looks like a horror movie. - I see.

She's bleeding too fucking much.

- Holy shit. Excuse me. - Let's go! Come on, damn it!

Fucking help her!

Damn, Evandro! You also need care.

Take care of her, damn it!

- Now, god damn it! - Excuse me. Get out.

- Get out! - Give me some fucking space.

- Go. - Damn. Hold her.

- Hold her. - Go, damn it!

Hey, Wilbert.

- What happened? - Fuck!

Aunt Arlete shot Evandro, of course.

But how?

With a gun, Juninho.

Hey. It's fucked up.

What do you mean, it's fucked up?

What do you mean, Wilbert? Will he survive?

Aunt Arlete shot Evandro. I don't know what happened.

- I don't know! - I'm going there.

- Go, damn it! - Go on. Keep going.

- I'm trying to tweeze it out. - Do it, for God's sake!

- Don't stop! - Shit.

- Excuse me. Give me some space. - Do it, damn it!

Wake up, Mom. Damn it! For God's sake!

Don't stop, damn it! Keep fucking going!

There's nothing else I can do.

There's nothing else you can do, my ass!

Save my mom, motherfucker!

Save her!

Fucking save her!

Mom. For God's sake!

Mom...

- There's nothing else we can do, man. - Mom...

- She's gone. - Go on, damn it!

- She's gone. - Go fucking on!

Stop it.

Get off me, motherfucker!

- Evandro. I have to take care... - Get off me!

We have to take care of you, man!

- Evandro. - For God's sake!

Son of a bitch!

Fuck!

Shit!

Mom, for God's sake!

For God's sake!

For God's sake!

I told you we couldn't leave him there!

It was their operation. They were leading.

They were leading because you didn't back ours up.

I didn't back it up because you take this case personally.

And here's not the place to solve a personal matter.

Look.

With all due respect, you've just arrived.

And I warned everyone about Evandro

from the beginning.

If you had backed us up like I asked you to,

we would have nipped the evil in the bud.

Either we take this thug seriously or he'll keep growing.

The thing is, Evandro is not any criminal.

He might even be behind this blackout.

You are overreacting now.

I'll think of what we can do and will get back to you.

One more thing. I'll be away for a few days, okay?

You are right.

I need to take care of my health.

Why doesn't that sound real to me?

He'll get a doctor's note.

So...

what do you say?

It depends on what you have to offer me.

I warn you that reaching my contacts

and routes in Brazil will be very expensive.

Mm.

How much do you make with Evandro?

I'll double it.

It's nice to hear that.

In this case, it's a pleasure to do business with you.

I have always appreciated your dad.

Are you going after Inês?

Not yet.

Where are you going?

Catch that motherfucker.

Listen. What about resting up?

- Why don't you take a rest? - Fuck you!

Holy shit!

Let me take this.

Let me take this shit.

No one can know about this.

No one.

All right.

They don't even know who's inside.

If anyone asks, tell them she is in a clinic of yours outside Rio.

Deal.

Son of a bitch!

Fuck! Shit!

Fuck!

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

Come here. What the fuck is going on?

Fuck!

Are you high?

- Get off me, damn it! - What's wrong?

Let's go home. I'll take you home.

Come on.

My mom, man.

- My mom. - Come here. Hold on to me.

Easy. Take it easy.

Come on.

Sit down.

Do you think I am evil, bro?

No, bro.

You are fair.

Come on. I'll help you upstairs.

Up.

Here.

Give it to me.

Èku, aro.

May your arrow be my guide.

Asé.

But Minister, that would be terrible for our party.

We are all in the same boat.

The formalization through the ministry that it was a lightning bolt

lets God be blamed.

All right, but what about the press?

No, they can't access the tower.

I can assure you it won't happen again. It was a one-off case.

Work of an out-of-control madman. A former Light employee.

So let's throw him under the bus.

Minister,

do you really think it's a good idea

to let the voter knows that a nobody, at any time,

can stop the country?

A lightning bolt, Minister,

blames it on Saint Barbara.

For me, it's even harder, as I'm devoted to her.

But if it's for everyone's good, let the lightning bolt come from her.

The Ministry confirmed that a lightning bolt in a substation

was the cause of the electrical breakdown that scared the country.

The blackout, which lasted a few hours,

triggered chaos in several urban centers.

We'll be right back.

Fucking hell.

The governor was very upset.

But was it necessary to black out the entire country, man?

That could have gone to shit, you know?

Mm. It was that girl's idea.

We thought the lights would go out only here.

Well, I'll...

Damn, bro.

I know you are not in the mood for this right now, but...

We need to replenish.

The stock is pretty low. All we have is pot.

And there's Toca's favela.

His hill was taken over during the blackout.

Toca can go fuck himself, Wilbert.

Also, bring him closer. Queimados is almost outside Rio.

Yes, but he has been making fun of the guys.

Toca can go fuck himself.

I want to know where Juninho is.

Juninho?

Damn!

Should I bring him here?

Yes.

Yo, Tubarão.

Bring the pastor in.

MONTEVIDEO

That's it, right?

- Remember to put it under Wilbert's name. - Okay.

Here is the address.

You just have to explain that it's from a resident's association.

All right.

I got you.

What's up, bro?

Are you feeling better?

I will.

Dad!

They wanted to surprise you, so I didn't say anything.

Damn!

Hi, kiddo. Damn!

- How are you, dude? - I'm fine.

Are you okay?

Let's go to your place.

Hi, Wilbert.

- Let me talk to Wilbert first. - Okay.

A surprise, man?

- Strengthen up the rearguard. - You got it.

Yo, guys.

Let's reinforce security. Keep your eyes open.

Stay alert.

Yo, Wilbert. Juninho hasn't shown up at home yet, man.

But I'm after him.

Shit. That's fucked up.

Yo, Wilbert!

Talk to me, bro.

Holy shit.

Is this one heading to Xerém?

Yes, fancy man. In half an hour.

There was no way out, Geise.

It was either her or me.

It's my fault because...

If she were institutionalized, being cared for...

If I hadn't been arrested, she'd be fine. She would be alive.

Evandro.

You have to stop saying that.

It's not your fault.

Your mom has never taken you in.

- I think... - Geise, please.

Don't badmouth her now.

I came here to help you.

You don't need to behave like that with me.

Geise, look.

My mom snapped

and tried to kill me.

How am I supposed to behave?

Hmm?

Yo, Toca. For real. Let's sort this shit out.

I can get you another fucking favela.

Another favela, my ass, Wilbert. Are you fucking nuts?

I want my favela, my roots, damn it!

No can do. That will go to shit.

"That will go to shit"?

Wilbert, where's Evandro?

I want to sort my stuff out with Evandro,

not with a messenger boy like you.

Because that's what you are now, bro.

A messenger boy.

Damn it, Wilbert.

I like you, man.

You are loyal. You know that.

But I can't be in this situation, bro.

If the owner of the fucking Command doesn't want to take my favela back,

I'll do it my way. I'll do it on my own. Got it?

Give him this message, will you?

Pinta Gama. Let's go.

Will you go by hook...

or by crook?

What's up?

Damn.

Mm.

- This one was delicious. - Good, right?

- You got it this time. - It's good.

- Damn. - That counts as dinner, right?

Tell me.

Have you...

made it official?

The end of our operation.

- What do you mean? - Well...

Officially,

we don't work together anymore.

Officially, no.

Damn it, boy! Fucking think about it!

What?

What?

What are you doing?

Wilbert.

Evandro, have mercy, for God's sake.

- I didn't do anything. - Shut up. Quiet.

After all I've done for you, damn it.

I've given you a lot of chances and you messed up with my mom?

You left a gun with my mom, man.

- I swear I didn't do anything. - Swearing isn't enough, Juninho.

Swearing isn't enough because I was shot several fucking times

with the fucking gun I gave you, which was in my mom's hands.

Ms. Arlete had been very weird these days.

- She was talking nonsense. She was... - What was she saying?

Spit it out, Juninho! God damn it!

She said you were evil.

And she needed to get rid of the evil. It was her responsibility to do so.

She said that in front of the church. Everybody heard her.

Now, I swear.

I swear I didn't see her take the gun, Evandro. I didn't.

- Man, I'm not evil. - I don't think you are.

You know that all I do here, all I have done is what I had to do.

- And I have to do. - Mm-hmm.

I've killed those fucking cops

because of my brother.

- I know. - Mr. Pedro died...

because it was either him or my family, my mom for that matter.

Those fucking deaths happen here

because of the favela law and the survival of the fittest.

Right?

I had to kill my mom,

so I could survive.

Because she had the fucking gun I had left in your hands, motherfucker!

Don't do that.

Please have mercy. Don't do that to me.

I'm not evil.

I'm the fucking solution.

What were you doing?

Justice.

Come here.

You were right.

I can't blame myself for what happened.

Take a shower.

And rest.

Are you tired of the leave?

We can't catch him this way.

He's too shielded.

What do you want to do?

I want to take his power away.

And his shield along with that.

We have to fuck him over with the Command.

Where's the blow, man?

Damn it, Sem Sintoma. Get me some snow, man.

- Seriously. - Hey, karate guys.

I'll give you a straight talk, okay? We don't have it today.

- We only have weed. - How come, bro?

- We live in the favela. - If you want it, take weed.

Sounds good? No stress.

No fucking razzle-dazzle.

No razzle-dazzle. If you don't want it, leave.

Go away. Seriously.

- Fuck! Go away, motherfucker. - What the fuck?

Are you fucking nuts?

Damn. It's so hot today and they want to snort.

I've never seen anything like that.

I've been waiting for a long time in line, my friend.

With all due respect.

- Help me out, man. - Damn. He's so fucked up.

- I'm craving, man. - Uncle.

Why don't you take this chance to rest a little?

You look like Freddy fucking Krueger.

Go. You can go ahead.

Damn. Nobody wants to smoke pot

- on the beach. - What about me?

Damn. At last, a conscious addict.

Bye. Take care.

Holy shit.

Tell them to close the dens.

- All of them? - All of them.

- But weed is selling like hot cakes. - I know that.

But it won't be long until they find out the Command's boss ran out of blow.

Then we'll be fucked.

Tell them to close down.

And hold any addicts at the favela's door.

- You got it. - Thank you.

Tell them to close it all down.

Hello.

I've been trying to reach you since yesterday.

I was busy.

Mariano, Ortega's son, came to see me.

He tried to buy me into taking his product to Brazil.

To your competitors.

Since I was unable to talk to you, I agreed.

What should we do?

Did you agree?

Yes. If I said no, he would find another way.

I see.

The shipment arrives tonight.

But relax, I wouldn't deliver it before talking to you.

Your loyalty shall be rewarded, bro.

I have more to gain from you than from that son of a bitch.

He had never looked me in the face before.

What should we do?

Let it move on.

Where are we delivering it?

What's this story about?

I have already told these agents.

That money appeared in my account.

At first, I thought it had been a mistake.

I checked with the bank and they told me it was a cash deposit.

So you came here

to hand over all this money?

I am a police officer, sir.

That money is not mine.

I'm only doing my job.

That's rare.

I'll talk to Ortega.

Mariano got in the way of everything we negotiated.

You don't negotiate with that kind of people, Geise.

That guy loves to get in the way. By the way, we'll have to strike back.

We made a deal with BOB

and with the Original Command. It will fuck me over.

What do you want?

You want to have a war in Bolivia, so your family will be in danger?

Come live with me here again.

Damn it, Evandro! You dream too low.

You'd rather be here, king of the favela, shooting until you die

instead of living in a quiet place.

That's why we can't be together.

Geise.

You are right, Geise.

I don't want to fight anymore, okay?

I don't want to be away from you all anymore.

If you think negotiating

is the best way, fine, I'll trust you.

I'll hold the fort here on the other side.

Huh.

- Okay. - You've got something in your eye.

- Let me take it out. - Stop it.

Yo, bro. Do you have the white one?

I've already told you I don't. Get out.

Yo, Sem Sintoma.

- Yo. - Close down the place.

Why, Wilbert? Business is flowing here.

Yes, I know. But you have to close it down. Do it.

Yo, Wilbert.

Ms. Rosana said there's a letter for you, bro.

- But it's from abroad. - From where?

I don't fucking know. That shit is international.

I'll check it out.

Close it down.

- I'll be right back. - I'm doing it. I'm doing it.

Slow down or you'll lose your foot.

Otavinho, how much do you pay your dollar dealer?

What's the cost of your...

To bring you your money.

Market price, like everyone else.

Ah.

You see, Otavinho,

forgive me, but you are not like everyone else anymore,

you are the governor.

I think this dollar dealer thing is a little dangerous,

there's always one going down.

I've been working with a group,

a very select and fat one.

Financially, I mean.

Retail money,

untraceable,

and for less than the market price.

We are not dollar dealers.

We are a group of people who have associated...

common interests, you know.

We operate through Hassan.

And can bring a lot of money.

But I trust the person who I work with very much.

I know. But he can only bring your money.

We can raise it for your campaign.

Can you imagine the benefit

of raising money abroad

for your campaign?

Are you interested?

- Hello. - Dad.

Meet me at four o'clock, at Warehouse 2 on Conceição Street.

RESIDENTS' ASSOCIATION OF DENDÊ

Thank you.

Bro. It's Afonso.

What's up, Wilbert? You thought it was from that fussy girl, right?

What's up, Wilbert?

God damn it! Be careful with the rifle, you jerk.

- What was that? - Sorry, boss.

Don't get too sassy, kid.

Now that you have a rifle, you're getting fucking sassy.

Yes, but if this shit breaks, it will be my fault. Fuck.

Come here.

I thought I had lost you.

Those motherfuckers are full of shit.

They've taken my favela, now they'll take another one.

Bro, we have to send a message. Get our own back, man.

Once the boss gets here,

- I'll give him the message... - Does this meeting start without me, bro?

Evandro?

- Fuck no. - What's up?

I was just letting off some steam to the guys here.

I heard you talking to the guys.

You said you'd talk to the boss when he got here. What would you say?

I think it's fucking unfair, Evandro,

us losing our favela and not being able to go after it, bro.

When Ademar and Choque went away,

we made a deal with you, bro.

And what will they do now? They'll laugh in our faces.

The Command can't be like that, Evandro.

The Command is like I say it is.

Right?

Right.

So summon everybody up.

I want all the leaders here because we'll take your favela back.

All right?

You bet, Evandro.

Let's take our favela fucking back!

- Shit! Motherfucker! - Are you fucking nuts?

- Muralha, hold your horses! - Pay fucking attention!

Hold your horses, Muralha!

Fuck, man!

- I'm so fucked up, god damn it! - I'll take you.

Fuck!

I'll never, Inês, I'll never lose you again.

Dad. Listen to me.

I came back for a reason.

We need to kill Evandro.

What are you saying?

Look what he has done to us, Dad.

Look what he has done to our family.

We can't let that slide.

And I know you want that too.

It's the only way, Dad, for us to move on.

Who talked you into that?

That thug?

I want to kill Evandro.

Me. For my mom,

for myself, and for you.

It took a while, I know,

but I think I can finally understand you.

You were right.

Our only way out is through killing that guy.

And what do you need me for?

Afonso!

He will help us.

What's wrong?

Step aside, Inês.

That's not the deal.

This kid is manipulating you to get back at Evandro, can't you see?

No. It's me. I am the one who wants to kill him.

I thought we had agreed.

- We were on the same side. - Inês. Get out of my way.

Look, I won't lose you again.

Get out of my way. Now!

Can't you see you're already losing me by doing that?

I told you so. They've already started getting you into trouble.

- It's not like that, Dad. - Dad, my ass.

You haven't fucking married my daughter yet.

- I didn't do anything wrong. - Who gives a fuck?

You are looking for trouble.

Dad. Take it easy, please.

My God.

Go live your lives,

for God's sake.

Start a business of your own. I'll help you.

A shoe store,

an ice cream parlor,

a language school!

Don't you want to live abroad?

Forget this idea of being a Federal Police.

Do you want to spend the rest of your life watching the rich's ass, damn it?

Dad, there's no need to talk like that.

I'm trying to open up his mind.

Hello.

We'll have to call Choque to reason.

It's tough around here, bro.

I can't leave here

to be in a shooting against Choque. I'm trying to solve this.

Who said there would be a shooting, dude?

This kid here sucks. He's troublesome.

To give you an idea, some money appeared in his account

and he gave it back.

He wants to live on his wages.

No fucking way he will take a bribe.

You know what?

I'll be there in Dendê later. Fuck it.

I won't leave the fun just for you.

- Wait for me. - Thank you.

Good. I'm glad we agree.

Yes, of course.

Bye.

Well, Ortega listened to the voice of reason.

Without competition, the profit here is higher.

And the area is still ours.

- What about Mariano? - Mariano went behind his dad's back.

They'll solve this situation between them.

- You didn't mention Mattos, did you? - No, of course not.

I said I got the info from Tamanduá, the snitch who's bringing the blow.

Well done.

I knew you'd solve it.

You nailed it.

I'll get going.

Where are you going?

To Toca's community. I have to sort this shit out.

Evandro, will you get into a fight in your condition?

- After all that happened to you? - There won't be a fight.

Relax.

I told you he wouldn't agree to our idea.

I don't understand.

My dad has been after Evandro for years.

When I finally came back to him...

and decided to help,

he simply betrayed me, is that it?

Babe,

your dad will never agree to work with me.

If we really want to do this,

it will be only you and me.

Dad

Fine.

What should we do now?

Cuddle for a while.

Gosh.

- Ms. Carmen. - Thank you.

Tell me something.

Do you have anything to do with Evandro's escape?

- I'm an established agent, Giaccommo. - Mm.

I don't have access to the rest.

Yes. That was quite convenient for our partnership, right?

Almada, why do you think that everything that happens is my fault?

It must be because it has always been so.

This Morello guy.

Does he work for you?

He has.

But you have to know

that Morello and Evandro's matter is personal.

Evandro is responsible

for the death of Morello's ex-wife and daughter.

So he can be useful.

Yes.

- Anything else? - Yes.

I want to know why you are interested in Evandro's wife.

What's her name? Jossi, Jossy...

- Geise. - That's it.

- Geise. - Why am I interested?

Yes. Why?

You are so ill-informed, Almada.

Fine. Inform me then.

She took over Navarro's place

in Bolivia.

- Wait. What about Navarro? - I don't know.

Dead?

She is my way up to the top brass.

I see.

Well,

keep me informed

of everything that happens.

I brought you a little present.

You can go.

Will you leave me here?

Yes, why? Are you afraid?

I'm not afraid, Almada, I'm in heels.

It won't be the first time you walk in heels at night.

Yes, I will leave you alone,

late at night, in high heels.

Walk slowly.

Carmen.

Listen to me.

I'll need you to seize more, you know?

Otherwise, I can't justify your existence.

I need to justify that you are worth it. Got it?

Do you want the guys or the shipment, Almada?

- Which do you want? - I want it all.

I want it all.

Son of a bitch.

What's up?

Hey, boss.

- How are you, bro? - All right, boss?

Thank you.

- Damn... - Yo!

You've got my fucking rifle.

I told him I'd only pay upon evidence.

So he sent me those.

But I can't reach him. He's gone.

It's too fucking weird.

- Why? - Damn, Wilbert. Two graves?

Did he have a lot of fucking time?

Yes. That makes sense.

Damn. Beats me.

Maybe he told them to dig the holes themselves.

Just to fuck them up.

- Wilbert. - I myself have already done it.

This motherfucker, Afonso, is too fucking smart, Wilbert.

If you can't find Samuel, we'll know it's because he's dead.

You bet.

Hey. I'm going on a mission.

I'll take Tubarão with me.

The dude nailed it with Juninho

and it's damn good to have someone watching your back.

He is a cop.

Hey, man. It's just a scare.

Pay attention.

Go for it.

What's up, Command people?

- What's up, Gilmar? - What's up, Aleijadinho?

Aleijadinho, my ass.

Hey, Gilmar.

Won't the one with undercut hair come?

It's going to be a pickle without him.

It's all planned. It will work, bro.

What about that shit on your arm?

Fuck it.

Sit down, I'll explain the mission to you.

Hey, I wonder how much a cop makes.

To have a shitty car like that, it can't be much.

He's here.

Come on. Let's go.

Let's go.

- End of the line! - Easy!

- Get in the car! - No horsing around!

- Easy! - No horsing around! Get in!

- Put the hood on. - Go!

Easy!

- Put the hood on. - Put it on, sucker.

Go ahead.

All clear, boss.

- We'll be right there. - All right.

So?

- Timba, bro. - Timba!

- Fucking Timba. - Damn!

Boy!

Fucking shit.

Stop!

Fucking stop! Come on! Get off!

Don't try me.

Don't even try.

Will you amuse me tonight, motherfucker?

On the ground. On the fucking ground!

Go! Now!

- Fuck! - We're the fucking best!

What's going on?

Pay attention, damn it!

What the fuck is going on? What happened?

The Command is coming in, boss.

They're coming fucking hard.

Drop it, Jamaica.

Stay here in the rearguard. The others come down to check it out!

Fucking Evandro. Shit!

Die, motherfucker!

- Fucking shoot them! - I can't.

They're coming fucking hard.

Will you chicken out?

- They're shooting nonstop! - Are you afraid of them?

A big fucking Black man like you?

Let's fucking kill those motherfuckers!

Eat lead, motherfucker!

It's really hard. The shit is crazy.

Go. Go, Madruga. Damn it.

- Go! - I'll fucking kill you!

Send us in. Evandro?

- Where's fucking Evandro? - Beats me, motherfucker!

- Let's go! - Come on. Let's go!

Come on. Let's go! Go!

The guys ran away, boss.

Pump those motherfuckers full of lead!

We're the Original Command! Answer that shit!

Pump those motherfuckers full of lead!

Fuck them all! God damn it!

Talk to me.

Where the fuck is my shipment?

I don't understand shit. They're talking funny.

- The guy on the phone. - Talk to me, damn it.

Where the fuck is my shipment?

What do you mean?

- We received fucking nothing here. - What?

So you've been robbed.

What's up, boss?

Holy shit.

Hey, Evandro.

My mom taught me not to rob anyone.

But robbing those motherfuckers was pretty satisfying, man.

What about that shit on your arm?

You won't tell me what happened, will you?

Forget about it, Gilmar.

It was Ms. Geise, wasn't it?

- What? - That's normal, man.

- That's what marriage is like, bro. - What are you talking about, Gilmar?

Things sometimes get out of control, bro.

Gilmar, look. Focus on your job.

Please.

Damn. "Ms. Geise?" Please.

You know, bro.

The year 2000 is coming up and the ladies are on fire.

Do you have our money, motherfucker?

That fucking shit in your account belongs to us.

I don't know what you are talking about, man!

- He doesn't know. - I don't know.

Do you know what I think? I think this little piece of shit

wants to fool us and run away with our money.

- Are you crazy, man? - Listen, motherfucker.

Listen up!

You will withdraw our fucking money,

give it back to us, and disappear from Rio de Janeiro. Got it?

If I see you wandering around,

I'll beat you up and kill you!

- Just tell me something. - Shh! Don't cry!

Did Gilmar send you here?

You guys are from Dendê, aren't you?

Gilmar, fucking who? Are you nuts?

You want to launder money through my account, man.

- Why is Gilmar doing this? - Who the fuck is Gilmar?

- It's not me, man. - I'll rip your ear off!

- I'll rip it off! - Why is he doing this?

- Knock it off. - This motherfucker knows about Gilmar.

Shut up, Tubarão!

Holy shit, dude.

God damn it, Tubarão.

What the fuck did you do?

Translated by Letícia de Aquino