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Stand still.

Son of a bitch!

Give her water.

It's "cachaça". More?

Not too much, she'll throw up.

She'll die anyway, wounds get infected quick in the jungle.

I was using buckshot myself once. I quit 'cause they disgust me.

Stand still!

Make it quick. - I'll come when I'm done.

Help me. - No.

She can die for all I care. - I'll help you.

Don't move!

We shouldn't be here. In fact, we should let ourselves be seen.

In Cayenne, in Saint-Elias... everywhere but in the jungle.

I'll go to Brazil and ask old lady Quinteiro to protect the camp.

Here.

So... you found an old mine.

I found Sarah Bernhardt.

All by yourself. - Yes, I fell right into it.

Let's say you're right. We'll need time to mine it and we don't have any.

We're talking about 2 or 3 tons. Only one is 34 million euros.

Where's the entrance? - You think I'm gonna tell you?

We need to talk first. - What if I ditch you and find it by myself?

Go ahead.

I'm not easily scared anymore.

I've been beaten, I had a gun to my head and gasoline poured all over me...

...and jerked-off at gunpoint. - Really? You liked it?

What do you want?

I'm no longer an intern, we're partners. 30% instead of 10%. What do you say?

Until we start, no one can know about it.

No one... including Louis and Anita. - That's my same exact thought.

At 30%, you can call me by my first name.

Why didn't they kill me? I don't understand.

Why didn't you kill me? - Vincent is not one to kill people.

He's nice... and the old man? - Serra? He'd have killed you.

But he needs Vincent.

I don't understand.

You chose the French man over Tomasinho. You chose the weak and gentle.

Tomasinho is out of control, he's dangerous.

If he decides he no longer needs you, you're dead.

Vincent is different. He's French.

He thinks about the future. He's more stable... a better catch.

I'd like to be as dangerous as you are.

Ok... problems come and go all the time.

Since you had a tough time, Junior will give you a bonus.

We're going back to work with a few changes.

Vincent and I won't be around much. The new boss is Claudio.

Vao is the new foreman.

If you think you can steal from me just because I'm not here...

...remember that I know each one of you and your families. Is that clear?

You're leaving? - Yes.

Where? - Saint-Elias.

You wanna come? - At Serra's?

No, I'm gonna find me my own place.

Are you proposing? - I guess I am.

You'll no longer work though.

If you come, you're with me.

I'm ready. - I'll negotiate with the Quinteiros over the camp.

It all happened 'cause we depend on the river too much. We gotta open a new trail.

We'll set benchmarks in the jungle and get ourselves a safe way out.

Alright. By the way... Anita's coming too.

If she has to...

We're in saving mode. One pump, one team. You have gasoline for 3 days.

I'll tell you whether we continue or not.

Stay up there. Keep you gun close and your eyes open.

Ok. For how long? - Until you hear from me.

Here.

One hour after we left, shoot the Brazilian girl. There's no point in letting her suffer.

I'm leaving with Serra. - Alright.

Well... see you then. - See you.

Let's go! - Coming.

I've been working with the açaï myself for the past 6 years.

I got 150 acres there and I'll have 7 more next month.

What you got? 15 acres? With natives working on it?

The natives were planting açaï before your ancestors got here.

And they managed to learn nothing!

Like what? - Like preserving the grapes. Look at here.

If I squeeze it, the sap still comes out. This way, it'll last two days longer.

The stem nourishes the fruit. They remove the fruit right away instead.

They sell it by the kilo and obviously it rots.

How much of the crop goes to waste? - You're an expert about production,

but we wanna make juice out of it.

Good luck, you'll need 500 acres to make it profitable.

Gilbert, we're leaving. - Ok.

We'll get grants from Europe. - Grants for açaï? That sounds strange.

When I asked for some, they replied: "Deal in bananas".

We sent our project to Brussels. - Good, what was the answer?

Forget about him, I told you he doesn't wanna share with anyone.

Those who got nothing are the ones who wanna share.

Gibert, let's go. - Ok.

Don't worry, we'll be fine without him.

Hélène, it's Nathalie. No... he's no longer my problem.

He's your husband, you look after him. I called about something else.

You know anyone at the General Council?

What was that?

What do I know? Maybe a hunter. You're never alone in the jungle.

Get up!

Go! Go away!

Shit!

Vincent, come here. Look.

Touch it.

"Mimosa pudica".

Let me get this straight... you're gonna stay in my hotel in Saint-Elias?

Until I find something else. - She's going back to work?

Did she tell you what a "garota de programa" is?

What's your problem?

Didn't I make you enough money? What do you want?

She knows what it means. "Garota de programa" is a Brazilian specialty.

It means escort. There's a whole process.

First she takes your dick. She can fuck very well.

Anita is the best one around.

Then she takes your heart. She's sad, she got problems,

Her family got problems... money problems.

She wants you to help them and since you love her, you give her money and gifts.

She's grateful, you're happy... she got your heart.

Finally, she takes your mind.

Suddenly, nothing's working. She's sad, she's angry, you argue all the time.

You don't know what to do, you don't fuck anymore... she got your head.

Then she takes your dick again, even better than before.

She gets gentle... she got back your heart.

She's got your head, your dick and your heart. You'd give anything not to lose her.

And anything you have... she's gonna take. Isn't that right... "garota de programa"?

Don't listen to him... he's old.

You look tired, you wanna camp here?

We kill him and take the gold.

I know where to sell it.

It's not enough.

Waki, it's Serra. We'll be at the crossing in 30 minutes.

Come pick us up.

Should I ask where were you coming from? - No, you shouldn't.

Don't worry, they know me.

A good harvest? - We do what we can. Did you catch Tomasinho?

Yes, we took him to Cayenne. - Good job.

Drive safe.

Good.

We got the site back, we have a new way out, Waki is friends with the police and Tomasinho is in jail.

All we need now is the Quinteiros. Things finally turned our way.

I got 50 families of planters counting on me.

This is not a scam, it's a real business but I need help to get started.

I'm really hungry.

I know basically everyone at the Council.

No actual friends, but I know them.

Well enough to have an influence? - Surely with Montagnon.

Hard-core catholic with 5 kids... and something to hide.

He's got an affair with a waiter from the Bikini.

He knows I know, so he's always obliging to me.

You mean blackmail? - No, my dear... social mechanisms.

If I help you with those subsidies, who am I helping exactly?

You or my husband?

Me.

Everything comes with a little patience. You gotta listen to your friends.

Old lady Quinteiro di Melo is gonna listen to you at one condition:

She wants to meet you both at her house in Brazil.

Why him?

Old man, we're keeping him here.

Give him to eat and to drink, only water.

Can I have a girl to pass the time?

If he tries to run, kill him. If we don't come back, kill him.

He's gonna stay. I promise he won't touch you.

He knows what's gonna happen otherwise.

Not again! I can't take this anymore!

It's always the same story!

One time an ox hit the car. It's dangerous!

They're gonna lead them that way.

Let her go! Let her go!

Get out.

The door!

Smile and don't say anything. Do what I do.

If they ask you anything, be brief and let me talk.

I'll offer 1 kilo a week at 17 euros a gram. They won't refuse.

It's gonna be fine.

Come in, my mother would like to offer you tea.

Put him down here!

Hold this fucker up!

Sorry...

Please.

No, I'm not sitting.

You should be serving, she's watching us.

Of course.

Milk? - No, thanks.

Sugar?

You have a big house.

I studied in Paris, I loved it. - It's nice. The Eiffel tower, Père-Lachaise...

Yes...

Where were you studying? - Assas.

With the Fascists, great... - Excuse me? - Nothing.

How did you like Asses?

My mom loves the French.

She says: "Clara, you should have got yourself a French man. It would be good for you and the family".

But I didn't meet anyone.

Then she heard about you and she got curious.

She thought: "He's young, he must be very bright. He's good for Clara".

She wants us to... - Hold my hand.

Smile.

I don't want to, I love Silva.

I like men to be... men.

Are you...? - Me?

I'm very gentle, you see...

I don't think I'm your type, I'm... tender.

My mom will kill you both like squashing a fly.

She's gonna listen to your offer, be convincing.

Help yourself. - Thank you.

Would you like some tea, ma'am? - Yes.

I think he likes me but he's very scared. He thinks we're gonna kill them both.

You like kids? - I love them.

You wanna have kids someday? - I think that depends on you.

See? He is bright!

I believe you have a proposition for me. - Yes.

We're gonna sell you all the gold, 1 or 2 kilos per week at 17 euros per gram.

That's it.

Are you gonna stay and guard the site? - We have plenty of people.

You're smart... so you should know you're offering me something that's already mine.

Is that all you had to tell me?

Well... I can offer you wassai... sorry, acaï.

Let me explain. Serra and I have a farm business.

Harvest, transport, process and export.

We have trucks up and down the Oyapok. No control, no police.

All drivers have clean records.

You can move the gold through Belaçaï and get it wherever you want.

To Belém or even here. We'll take all the risk on French territory.

If you're not interested, kill us 'cause it's all we got for you.

You bitch! You fucking bitch!

I got the 17 euros per gram. We'll have to discuss other details.

Are you ok? Can you drive?

Counselor Elache, it's Laetitia. I'm at the hospital and...

No, I'm ok. I came to see Louis but the cops won't let me in.

Ok.

For you. - Hello?

One moment.

Is this yours? Who are you? - Laetitia Serra, and you?

In your family, when cops show up you immediately call a lawyer.

We need to interrogate the victims too.

This man is your friend, isn't he? The victim.

You can go in now.

How you're doing?

Fine.

I have no news about your father. - Neither do I.

Hey... I left you my pikolet, how's he doing?

I left him with the old man. I also signed him up for the tournament.

Thanks. - You're welcome.

What's wrong?

I'm not used to see you like this...

Açaï Beach, a society based in Belém. It's a real brand.

The manager shares some interests with the Quinteiros.

You'll deliver the first load to him at the end of the month.

It's in your best interest to be well functioning.

Waki. Everything ok?

We bring good news, we have a client in Brazil. - Clients are Nathalie's job.

Forget about Nathalie, açaï and subsidies.

This is all about transporting my gold. Everything else is bullshit.

One sack every 10. One truck out of its route from time to time, that's all.

We're gonna finance the whole thing.

We're offering you to create a real society. If you accept, you'll have your share.

If you refuse, I'll kill you and your family and burn your village.

Don't listen to him, it's just a matter of ambition.

You know we'll do it, you know who I am. You accepted 'cause you wanted your share.

Here... this is your share.

You got my message?

Yes.

Did you at least win?

I negotiated.

I miss you.

Get out. You haven't come for me anyway.

I have... and for something else too.

I made an agreement with the Quinteiros. They'll transport your juice and my gold with it.

You can always shut down the company but my life is in your hands right now.

I gotta tell Waki. - Already done. He's on board.

Shit...

Everything you touch...

I take, spoil, destroy...

...and I run from the consequences. - Stop it.

You're right.

I'm old and busted.

Guyana is full of men, go ahead.

This is better than the hotel. Serra said it doesn't belong to anyone.

No doubt about that... wow!

What is it? You don't like it? - No, it's fine.

It's all ours.

Ok... it's pretty bad... - It's a shit!

Soon I'll have my share from the gold.

What you mean by "soon"? - I mean soon.

Soon...

Yes.

Why you told him that "garota de programa" stuff? - Your romanticism annoys me. I don't buy it.

That "mimosa pudica" bullshit... Vincent is smart but he knows shit about life.

If I was what you said, I could easily turn him against you.

But he's not a client to me.

Would you still love him if he wasn't my associate? - Maybe... I don't know.

I wouldn't have met him in the first place. - One point for you.

You won't go far, you're too different.

Don't ruin it for me, I need him. - So do I.

What is it that you want?

Two workers to fix the house, a flat screen with satellite, some furniture and a new kitchen.

You heard of "agroforestry"? - That's keeping one useless tree every two palms.

Exactly... saving the environment. They love it back in Paris.

I told them we're doing that. - What's in it for us?

Subsidies are like gold: once you find the 1st kilo, the rest will come.

We need just a small grant and the fun begins.

All these puddles of mud, they're ponds. 500 euros each.

Claudio, it's me. You can go on. I'll send you men and gasoline.

No more bio-diesel? - You've become green now?

Your age? - 44.

I'm 23. Waki... I'd say 36 and Nathalie... 39.

We have right to Young Farmers' Grants, 70,000 each.

Our subsidy will increase from 9,770 to... 219,770 euros.

Then what do you need me for? - You have 150 acres.

We can plant thousands of palm trees.

Morning, love. - Hi, dad.

It's nothing. I'm glad to see you. - Me too.

There you are... someone's here to see you.

Look... all shiny and clean, ready for the tournament.

You're ok? - Yes... but you?

I'll explain later.

Hand me my beer, please.

I'll be right back. - I'm not moving.

Hi.

That vacation with Laetitia is no longer necessary. - Too bad.

We're having dinner at Bikini's, if that's ok. - Have fun.

We need to talk.

About the shooting in the jungle, it's all settled.

He's the victim, he faked shock and memory loss. - He's used to it.

The police got Tomasinho and they're happy to pin it all on him.

Every unsolved crime will be on his head.

That's off the table, but... - But what?

It wasn't Tomasinho who shot at you and killed Merlot.

That case is still open and they won't drop it. Be careful.

Thanks.

You heard that? - Yes.

You know what, Gabriel? This might be even better than a gold mine.

Waki!

Are you here?

I trusted you.

I trusted you!

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