Original subtitles

THE FOLLOWING SERIES CONTAINS SCENES OF SEXUAL VIOLENCE THAT MAY BE

DISTURBING FOR SOME VIEWERS.

Pssica, pssica, pssica…

Get over here. God, you're hot.

Come on. This way.

Come here. Trust me. It's fine.

No one's gonna see us.

-Come on, it's totally hidden. -Hang on, slow down.

What, are you scared? Don't be a wuss.

Put the phone away.

Don't worry, Jana. We can watch it back together.

Pssica…

SCHOOL BOAT

Come on, I didn't have breakfast.

BELÉM CITY COUNCIL

-Mango? -I like the fruit, I don't like the juice.

IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A REGULAR SCHOOL DAY

There she is.

Do you think she knows? Ooh.

Can't believe she did it on a beach. Think of the bugs.

Hey, Jana. Hey.

No one touch her.

Ew, what a slut. Who even does that?

Check it out.

-What a whore. -That's embarrassing.

Hey, what is that?

Dude, she's totally down for it. Check it out, look, look.

-Hey! -How could you do this?

Me?!

You're the one who sucked it!

Man, bet this bitch is also down for S&M!

We can try that out later tonight.

Get your water over here!

-Water! The cleanest water you'll find! -She's hot.

Look, he took her to the beach.

Okay, what the hell is this video you've been glued to all morning?

She's a thirsty bitch.

-This video-- -This early? Show me.

-Water! -Here.

He took her down to the beach.

Check it out, she loves it.

-She really likes to suck, huh? -Look at her go for it.

Who is she?

Where'd you find this? Give me the video.

-You better delete that, now. -What?

-Please, stop watching. -You don't like what you see?

-Stop watching it. -You're not my dad.

-I'm ordering you. -Get back to work.

I'm warning you, asshole! You better delete that video, punk!

-Just do your job, man! -Get off! Fuck you, get off me!

-Calm down, dude! -Delete that video! I'm serious.

-Hey, just calm down, man! Chill! -Delete that, you assholes!

-You want to lose your job or what?! -Give me that phone, punk!

Pssica!

Is this how we raised you?

Can't you see the shame you've brought on us!

No more phone for you.

You are never getting this back! You understand?

May God have mercy on you.

Look at me.

Look at me!

You didn't mind looking up before, did you?

Enough, Lizete.

Why do I work myself to the bone for this household?!

Why does your father slave away in the sun all day?!

That's right, cry!

Maybe crying will wash your sins away.

Son of a bitch.

Whoo!

Move, damn it!

Motherfucker.

-Let's go! -Faster, faster!

Goddammit. Not today, you fucking sons of bitches.

You're too late, fuckers!

Whoo!

Stay calm, stay calm. Don't panic, stay calm. It's all good.

Yeah! Let's do it!

Stop the fucking boat!

Stop the boat!

Stop, asshole!

Stop the fucking boat, fucker!

Everyone over here!

Anyone copy? Anyone copy?

Cobra seven. Anyone copy? Cobra seven.

Go, come on! Go, go, go!

-Cobra seven. Emergency! Cobra seven. -Come on, come on, come on, come on!

Cobra seven, do you copy?!

Let's go, let's go!

-They're climbing up! -Faster, you son of a bitch! Hurry, go!

Everyone, get on the floor! Hands up! Let's go! On the floor, bastards!

Hurry the fuck up!

-Stop this boat or I'll bust a cap! -Easy, easy, easy.

-Stop this boat, motherfucker! -Easy, easy.

-I'm stopping it. -I'll blast your ass!

Get the fuck down! Down, now!

-Come on, go, go. Come on! -What do you think you're doing?!

-Move your ass, bitch! Do it! -Relax, relax.

-I'm shutting it off. I'll do it. -Shut your mouth!

Give me that right now!

-Get down, now! -Everyone, get down!

Fuck you, faggot!

You're okay, little guy.

Don't be scared, huh.

It's off. It's off.

-Game over. Out! -Don't.

-On the fucking ground! -Just relax, okay?

Give that to me, bitch!

Don't hurt us, please.

-Get on the fucking floor! -Stay calm!

Take over. I'm going back down.

Phones and wallets! Hand 'em over, now!

Fucking move! Want to die, bitch?!

Come on, hand it over!

-Everyone fucking move! -Take fucking everything!

-Move your ass! -Give me your bag, old bitch!

-Faster! Move! -On the ground!

Take it all!

Copy Cobra seven, anyone there?

Move those fucking boxes below. Let's go already!

Come on, move!

Move, come the fuck on!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, where you going? What's the big rush?

Hand it over! Hand it over! Let me see!

No, no, please don't. Please no.

Hey, Gigante!

Hey, hey, Gigante!

Watch this.

-Hell yeah. -Goddamn!

Check these out.

Hey, let me see. Let me fucking see, huh!

Get the fuck back!

You see what this does? Don't you forget it.

Hey, hey, faggot!

What the fuck?! We've still got a bunch of boxes to move, come on!

Or the one in my pants?

-Move, Gigante. We've got shit do. -I'll be done in a minute.

Fuck this, man! Move, get out of here!

What the hell, Preá? Trying to be a fucking hero?

-Go fuck yourself, Gigante! -You a fucking dick monitor now or what?

Fuck you, asshole.

Eyes down!

Be tons of new pussy for you and me later. That's our next cargo, dammit.

You can have the first taste.

-Nobody move! -Don't hurt us!

Let's finish this up.

Later, we can take our time with them.

Move. Move, move, move, move!

Come on, let's go. Hurry up, hurry up!

Faster, goddammit! Move!

-Hurry the fuck up, move it! Go! -Come on, come on!

-Faster, faster! -Move your ass, faster! Faster! Go!

Move, dammit!

-Take everything! Grab it all! -Move, come on! Faster!

-Move, goddammit! -I said faster! Take that! Come on!

-Hurry the fuck up! -Move, move, move!

Faster, you sons of bitches! Come on, Joelinton!

Hurry up and get it ready!

That's the last of it!

All right, let's go!

Hey, Preá! Go get fucked!

Hey, Preá! Go get fucked!

No, stop.

Hey. Ah, stop.

Stop messing around.

Oh, you like that? Huh?

-Yeah? -Let me.

Just a little.

Stop.

Okay, fine. You asked for it.

What's going on, love?

Something wrong?

Your son.

Ah. Leave it alone.

"Leave it alone"?

If anyone saw what I just saw.

They're careful.

We live in a place where people like him get beaten to death.

That what you want for our son?

No. And besides, isn't that why we're moving to São Paulo?

So we drop everything to cater to our boy's fancies?

They're not fancies, my love.

You know he was born this way.

Hmm?

You'll see. In just six months, we'll be all good to head out.

Hey, Dad. Didn't see you get in.

Why aren't you in here helping your mother, huh?

-Hmm? -I asked her, but--

It's no problem, honey.

Don't you need to study for your admissions exam?

Yeah, I'm on it. Let me just grab something to eat.

Come give your mama a kiss. Mmm.

Mm.

Son, come here.

What do you say if tomorrow you and I go practice shooting?

-Could work. What time? -Hmm? The morning, early.

Bring your friend, Zé do Boi.

-João Mauro! -I hear he's good with a pistol.

João Mauro, we've discussed this. No way.

-He wants to. -No, son.

Guns bring nothing but misfortune.

-Protection too. -No!

No, we are all the protection you'll ever need.

Our Lady of the Rosary of Chiquinquirá.

Never forget.

Yeah, my boy. Don't worry, it's fine. Because if someone pulls a gun,

our Lady of the Rosary will protect you.

Right? Besides, in Colombia, no one's ever murdered.

Don't talk like that!

Never say that!

You don't know anything about murder in Colombia!

-Hey, it's okay. Calm down. -And if someone had a pistol…

right at your son's head, what would you do?

I've told you, you can protect yourself without needing weapons.

Tell me when and I'll teach you.

And don't play with your food.

I'm gonna study, okay?

You do that in front of our boy, he's gonna think his dad's a pussy.

I'm sorry, my love.

Hey. I'm sorry too.

CAYENNE FRENCH GUIANA

Boss.

Duck or fish?

-Shrimp. -Torrontés or muscat?

Mr. Ambassador…

Riesling.

Ooh, la la!

I double it.

Has Hao arrived yet?

I'm out.

Me too.

-Are you ready? -Uh-huh.

Not so fast, mate.

Four of a kind!

Son of a bitch!

Easy there, Colombian.

Excuse me.

It's all your fault, China.

What?

Look around. This place is crawling with cheap whores.

That's not true, Mr. Ambassador.

There's no place in Guyana with women as beautiful and sweet-smelling as ours.

This is not your Brazil.

No offense, my friend,

but we're talking business here.

Business.

Look at those girls.

They're all dark-skinned. Like you.

Personally, I have nothing against it.

Quite the contrary.

But where is the diversity?

Hao, tell your partner you need to get white girls.

You don't have to go to Sweden to get them.

Pará is just around the corner.

WHITE GIRLS. SMELLING LIKE MILK.

-Another round? -Cheers!

Come on, faster.

Hurry!

Go on.

Safe travels, my friend.

My fellow brothers and sisters.

We must be strong

in our mission to guide and teach our children.

Hallelujah!

But don't think this will be easy.

It won't be, no.

As their parents, parents for Christ,

parents for God,

we cannot be lead astray by the pressures of this world.

Amen.

And especially by the technology of social media.

-Yes. Praise. -Amen.

This is why we will raise our children in righteousness.

We will teach them the correct path.

Built on the word of God.

Let us all do our part.

Let us cast the Devil out of our homes!

Hallelujah!

-Glory be! -Praise the Lord!

And we shall let God guide us on our mission.

Hallelujah!

Glory unto God!

Hallelujah, oh Lord!

Glory unto God!

Hallelujah!

Tell him, "Knock it off!"

-How am I gonna get to school? -We'll make it work, honey.

It's too far away.

-Don't focus on that. -Hey, Daiane!

It's not about that. It's because over here we're…

Can't she go some place else?

It's temporary, just until we find a new place to live.

Things are too hard at home.

She doesn't know how to cook, but it's high-time she learned.

Fine, Lizete. You win.

Let's go, Pedro.

-We'll continue this conversation later. -Fine. Good night.

Appreciate it, Daiane.

Take care.

-Let's go, Pedro. -Coming.

Look at you, huh?

I always told Lizete you'd be a piece of work.

Who could have guessed?

Hey, Jana. This is the city.

You don't need a hammock here.

You take the couch.

Not so much water. Let it get thicker.

Hey!

Whoa, so who's the new chef?

-My niece, Jana. Lizete's daughter. -Is that so?

That's new. Welcome. A pleasure. Ramiro.

Oh. Little dirty.

Tell me your name.

Leave that, Janalice. I'll clean this mess.

Colt.45

It's what all the guys use at headquarters.

It's like a Glock, but this kind is used only by the cops.

Easy. Breathe.

Hold her steady.

Just relax.

Eyes on the prize.

Now.

-It's not working. -Give it to me.

Look. Like this. Hm.

Put this in. Cock it.

Hold it steady.

-Okay. -Take a deep breath.

Eyes forward.

Now.

All right. Watch me.

-Let me try again. -Another time. It's getting late.

-Come on. Let me try again! -Sorry. We gotta go.

-We've got time, don't be a dick! -No. Now move.

Come on. We gotta go.

Come on.

Help me with the rope.

Hurry up!

Fuck yeah! Let's go! We're the fucking kings of this river!

This river belongs to us!

Whoo! Suck my dick!

Yo, we're here!

We're the Rats, fuckers!

We're the fucking Rats!

Step aside, bitches! Yeah!

Everyone, wake the fuck up!

Whoa! Hey! Ah!

-Hey! -Let's hurry the fuck up, huh!

-We got the cargo! We got the bitches! -Come on, move it!

-Give me a hand here. -Let's go already. Fuck's sake!

-Do it! -Let's fucking go!

Let's go, let's go.

-Move, come on, move! -I've got it!

Move it, move it, we got the money! Money's here, let's go!

Hey, move your ass! We got shit to do! Let's go!

-Oh, oh, oh. -All right!

-Here, take it! Hurry! -I got it. I got it.

For fuck's sake! Move your ass!

Stop being such a pussy!

Not a bad haul today, eh, my son?

I told you.

Hey, Joelinton. You crazy? Keep it down!

-Hey, Joelinton! -Get back to fucking work!

-Get your ass back on the boxes! -My bad, boss. My bad. Sorry.

-Like a fucking kid. -Hey, as once we all.

Well done, my son.

-Yo, boss. Everything good? -Oh, hey, Gigante.

What're you tired?

No, no. Just wanted to ask about the girls.

The girls? The ones at Zé Elídio?

-And? -Preá said once we've brought them all

over to the farm, we could each get a little taste.

What the hell did you tell this fuckwad?

A taste? Get real.

Patience, Gigante. You'll get yours in a few days. Just chill.

-There's your party! -Now get back to work, goddammit.

Taste my ass.

Ah, wanna taste some girls? Go deep throat a beer bottle.

-Chill, Rony. Don't be nasty. -Hand me that one there.

These are Zé Elídio's girls, better get in line.

-I got my eye on you, Player. -See what I gotta put up with?

Gigante! Back to work, now!

Someone throw a box at Gigante, then he'll actually pick it up.

Hey, Jana.

Once you've finished with that, you can start on the dishes.

You're not on vacation. Mm.

And there's a load of laundry in the washer.

-Hang it up once it's done. -Okay.

Babe. I'm out, okay?

Hey, babe?

-Don't mess up my lipstick. -Oh, come on.

No, sweetie. I'm late as it is.

Love you. Have a good day.

-See you later. -Okay.

Bye, Jana.

-Hey, Jana. Wanna eat something? -I'm good, thanks.

Check out my hands. Farmer's hands. Filthy.

You mind if I eat that?

-Want a coffee? -No, thanks.

Never mind your aunt.

She seems like a hard-ass, but she's really a softy.

You got a beautiful face.

Don't feel sad, okay?

Matter of time before your parents come back for you.

And besides…

pretty soon everyone will have forgotten about that video.

WANDERING AROUND ALL DAY

Damn, girl. You gotta hold tight. You almost fell off.

Hey, Brazil!

Ugh, this flour's chewy.

I'm looking for a new friend.

You want?

Is that all you want?

I got to chew first.

No, girl.

Want to be my friend?

-You don't even know me. -Who are you?

Janalice.

Dionete. Pleasure.

We friends?

You want more?

-I used to live at Vila do Sal. -Oh, yeah?

With my mom and aunt.

They think I'm straight up crazy. They had me locked up once.

-Got a boyfriend? -No.

I got a boyfriend.

But I do wish he'd shower more. Like, more than once a week, you know?

He can be stubborn.

Did I tell you my aunt doesn't allow hot showers?

You been here before?

Just be careful.

-Watch your head. -Don't forget

to pick up toilet paper. Yeah?

-I'm on it. -Okay, I'm off. Bye.

This place is usually more crowded.

They've got great açaí and fried fish.

-You been here? -No.

I need my man to chill. You got a dick-tamer in there?

Dick-tamer right here.

-Ever seen a preá? Yeah. -It's like a rat, right?

Why you sitting there all alone? Waiting for me?

Girl, let me tell you. My boyfriend, Mario, drinks like a fish.

To the point where he can't even--

He can't even get it up.

People sell all kinds of stuff from across the border here.

I come here almost every night. I bring Miltinho with me.

-Miltinho? -Mm-hmm.

Oh, you haven't met Miltinho yet?

Hey, mister. Have you seen a girl who looks like me?

But a little bit taller?

Come on, kid. I already told you, no. Beat it!

Anyway, that's just how I feel.

Go on, kid. Shoo, go on.

-You again? I told you, get lost. Go! -There he is.

He comes here every day.

He's hoping he'll find his sister here,

but he doesn't remember how long ago she was taken.

If it's been a week, a month, a year. Poor kid doesn't remember.

-Have you seen her? -I said go!

Miltinho.

Hey. This is my friend, Janalice.

-Hi, Miltinho. -So, Miltinho.

Tell her how you hitchhiked for God knows how long,

all the way to Belém to look for your sister.

-Tell her the whole story. -Yeah--

No, actually tell her later. Hang on, I gotta give her a present.

-A present? -Yeah, because you're my friend, right?

-Come help me out. -No.

No?

You're not gonna come?

No.

And who brings you food, huh?

When you need something, who do you look for?

How many times have I helped get you food?

And now I ask for one small thing in return.

It's no?

To me?

That one there.

You got me?

Whatcha looking at me for?

Go on. Beat it, kid. Stop bothering me.

You hear me? I don't have anything for you.

Get outta here.

I'm about to slap you.

Move your ass outta here. There's nothing for you.

Don't push me, you brat.

Are you kidding me?

You're getting on my last nerve.

Get outta here or I'm gonna lose it!

I will smack you into next Tuesday. Get out!

You got nothing else to do than annoy the shit out of me?!

Are you upset?

Why?

I don't like doing that. She knows it.

I don't think she meant to make you feel bad.

It's just how she is.

I promise to get you a bunch of food from my aunt's house.

You won't have to steal anymore.

-What are you gonna make me do for it? -Nothing.

Nothing?

Trust me.

Nothing, I swear.

Hey, losers! Come on, let's eat.

Don't bring me any old dried-up chicks, Mário.

I need you to find me some hot, brand new, white chicks. You feel me?

I need exactly five.

If you manage this for me, I'll make sure to bring you over to the farm.

White, tight, and clean. You got it?

Do not screw this up. They're breathing down my neck.

Oh, I sent you some local cheese.

The boys should give it to you.

Pssica…

Mm. Those earrings look great on you.

You know I can't accept these from you.

You're my friend, aren't you? They're yours.

Take them and wear them forever.

To remember me.

Why do you have that rock in your pocket, Miltinho?

It's from the river in my village.

My sister and I would always play there.

We would throw it like this.

It'd skip across the water, and skip up again,

and skip up again, and skip up again, and--

It's a dumb kid's game.

It isn't dumb.

I think we should try to help you find your sister.

-How? -We use a phone.

Only my mom took mine.

And my aunt won't let me borrow hers.

-Oh. -How you gonna look for her then?

You know those websites with all those pictures of girls?

-The ones guys look at-- -The ones with prostitutes. Mm.

My boyfriend likes those websites, they help him get a boner.

Well, can we borrow his then?

I don't know, Janalice. His phone's expensive. I don't think so.

Be a friend, Di.

-Miltinho can steal one. -No. He can't do that.

Are those sites real?

Well, we don't know that we're going to find your sister there.

But since they have a lot of pictures of girls, it's worth trying, right?

Di, please ask your boyfriend. It's for a little kid.

Come on, please!

Fine, kid! I'm on it.

Yeah.

I'm only asking 'cause it's you, you know?

-Yeah? -Yeah.

-Because I'm your best friend, right? -Yeah.

Hey! You working?

Ah, congrats.

And your phone?

It's not for me.

It's for a friend, she doesn't even use.

She made me ask for it.

Some personal shit, I'm guessing.

That blonde girl?

How you know?

I saw you two at the square.

If she comes here tomorrow and asks me nicely herself, she can borrow it.

You swear?

Yes, I swear.

She's that blonde girl, yeah? She can borrow my phone.

Pssica…

It's hot, isn't it?

I can't sleep in this heat.

How can you sleep with this blanket? You should take it off.

You sleep with earrings on?

Gorgeous.

Let me see.

EASY

I can't even tell my aunt.

She'll just say it's my fault.

So make him think you're down for it. That way he'll be your bitch.

What?! Are you crazy?

Janalice, you know he's fucking you either way.

You know that.

Get money out of it or something. Make it worth your while.

I don't want anything from him. I want to murder that son of a bitch.

-So let's do it. -What?

Let's kill him.

I can get you something to get through this.

I don't want crack, Dionete.

By the way, he said you can use it.

I just said I don't want crack, Dionete.

No. I don't mean crack, girl. I'm talking about the phone,

so you can help Miltinho.

My boyfriend said if you come and ask him nicely, you can borrow it.

Let's go.

What do you mean, "Let's go?"

We have to go at night, just Jana and me. My boyfriend doesn't like darkies.

Daiane?

Okay. Be quick about it, I'm almost out of minutes, all right?

Yeah. Thank you.

Hello?

Hello?

Jana?

Janalice?

When are you going to let me come back home?

Oh, honey.

Where did you get this phone? Wh-- Where are you, sweetheart?

You're still not letting me come back?

Your… Your mother…

She's just…

She's stressed out with us having to move.

Once that's done, we'll… we'll bring you home.

And when is the move happening?

How's that bruise on your cheek, Jana?

You're my father.

Why did you abandon me?

You left me all alone here and now…

her boyfriend, he made…

What about that prick?

-What did he do, Janalice? -I'm sorry.

Jana, talk to me. What is it?

Okay, miss.

I love you.

I love you too, sweetheart.

Please, tell me what happened. What happened, baby? Tell me, please.

Jana.

Thank you.

Lizete!

Lizete! Come here.

Let's go.

What do you want to do with this?

We single out any girls who look like Miltinho. Add those to the list.

The prostitutes? I got you.

My boyfriend is going to love helping us find whores.

Jesus is our Lord…

Responsibility falls on the parents, Lizete. Not on the aunt.

-It's not Daiane's job… -You think this is easy for me, Pedro?

And for me?

-You think I don't love her? -I didn't say that, Lizete.

Don't do that.

You heard what the minister said, didn't you?

She needs us to be tough on her.

She's in God's hands now.

What kind of God…

tells parents to abandon their own child, Lizete?

Hmm?

What God does that?

Try listening to me, not God for a change.

I'm a better God!

There is no time for those already lost.

But we ask in Christ's name to rescue our sinful youths

from the Devil's clutches!

Save these poor souls, oh Lord,

from this jail where the enemy has imprisoned them! Amen!

Yo, I'mma pick up some cachaça.

-No, man. -Fuck yeah!

Don't get distracted. We got another job to do.

Oh, fuck off, Preá!

It's a simple ass job, we got time.

It's already getting dark, look.

-You want a drink? -Of course.

-You? You want a drink? -Fuck yeah.

-No way! -Three against one, bitch. You lose.

I said no, asshole!

You're not in fucking charge, asshole. Your father is.

When my father's not around, I'm in charge.

-You know that. -Come on, Preá.

-It's just one fucking drink. -No!

-I don't want to be late. -Those people are always late!

Where's the cachaça from before? Why didn't you bring it?

'Cause I forgot! Know why I fucking forgot?!

I couldn't keep my head on straight.

Because you wouldn't just let me fuck that bitch earlier.

Damn.

You two gonna kiss or fight?

The fuck?

Yo, let's just turn around. There's a spot back there.

Come on, man. We're thirsty.

Fuck it, fine. Turn the boat around.

-Let's fucking go! -Fuck yeah!

Motherfucking Rats, bitches!

Anyone there?

Hey!

Yo, anyone home?

Open up!

Isn't it dangerous?

No, mama. It's fine.

Hey, Di. Maybe we should do this later.

Just relax. Come on, Janalice.

Can't you see it's closed?

Let's fucking go, already.

The lights are on. Somebody's home.

Open up!

-Here. -Bitch, watch your mouth.

-Don't fucking try it! -Let's go.

-Come on. -You guys talk to Marco yet?

Let's go!

Open the fucking door or we'll kick it in!

You fucking deaf, bitch?!

They're not fucking open. Let's bounce.

Fuck we will, asshole.

You said we could get booze, so we're getting it.

Don't tell me to keep my voice down!

-Can you both shut up already? -I'll be as loud as I want to!

Open up, goddammit!

There's people in there!

We can fucking see you. Open up, motherfuckers! Open!

-We want to buy some cachaça! -We're closed!

-Come back tomorrow! -Whoo!

-For fuck's sake, let's just go. -You deaf, asshole?

Open up this door or we'll smash it in!

For fuck's sake, they're closed!

Open or I'll break down your door!

I don't want any trouble.

That so?

So delicious, Di.

I'll prep one for you.

I don't want it.

But thanks.

Yeah, you want.

I came cause you said I could use your phone. I need to help a friend.

Fuck. And here I thought you were my friend.

You're only here for my cellphone?

Di said that if I came and talked to you--

And you listened to her?

Here.

I'll get it ready for you. All right?

I'll light it and you breathe in fast,

so my hand doesn't get burned.

And you don't want your new friend to get burned, do you?

Right?

Here.

Feel that? Breathe in quick.

What the fuck! What are you doing?

Stop!

-The fuck, Gigante?! You fucking stupid?! -Don't be a pussy!

Hey, fuck you! It was self-defense!

You fucking bitch!

He wasn't gonna shoot us. Why'd you shoot him?

Fucking hell.

Go, we're already too late. We gotta move.

-Go, go, go! -Grew some balls today!

You fucking idiot. Look what you did.

Drink it, you pussy.

-Oh, fuck! -What are you doing, kid?

No, no, no, no, no!

Motherfucker!

Got a death wish, fool? Huh?

Bitch!

Man, I thought I was fucked, goddamn.

Come on, leave the boy alone.

Stop that bitch!

Leave him alone? Did you not see him just try to kill us?

-Please, just go away. -"Please, just go away!"

I'll fucking kill you!

Aren't you a fucking man? Didn't you want to kill us?

Here, Preá. He's not as pretty as the bitch you promised me, but…

I can work with this.

Oh, it's on.

Fuck!

Holy fuck!

Get back here!

Drop it, bitch! Drop it.

Fuck!

Hey, lady. Calm down.

That one! There! Get her!

Go the other way! Around the block! Go!

Relax, we're leaving now.

Let my son go.

Stop that bitch!

Let the boy go. Come on. Player, go start the boat!

-Please let me go! Please! -Shut up! Shut the fuck up!

Let my son go.

-Let him go, for fuck's sake! -Hey, no fucking way.

That bitch shot my brother!

-Let the boy go! -I'm taking this fag with me!

-Gonna save him as a snack! -Go!

-Let him go! -Your son's mine now!

-Don't move! -Let go of my son!

Stay where you are! I'm taking him with me!

-Easy! -You fucking listening to me?! Back off!

Help me!

-Get the fuck back! -Mom!

Get outta here!

Let's go, Player!

Mom!

-Go, go, go! Move it! -Guilherme!

Guilherme!

Help, help, please!

Someone help!

Hey!

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!

Come on!

No!

Guilherme. Oh, my boy.

-Help! Help! -Quiet, you cunt! Shut up!

-Shut the fuck up! -Help!

She isn't here.

Thanks.

-She say anything to you, Ramiro? -No.

Amadeu?

I'm gonna need your help.

It's a police matter, my friend.

Hey. Be careful, okay?

That body doesn't belong to you anymore.

Come on, everyone. It's time.

Move, bitch! Come on, get the fuck up! Move!

Get off of me!

-Hurry up! -Help! Don't touch me, get the fuck off!

-Shut the fuck up! -No! Get off of me! I'm not going!

Shut your fucking mouth!

Ah! Fuck!

-Help! -Goddammit!

-Please, help me! -She bit my fucking hand!

-Shh. -Please help!

The others are on the boat, it's just her left.

This girl is a feisty one.

-Tell me your name? -Let's go, let's go!

Pssica, pssica, pssica…

BASED ON THE NOVEL "PSSICA", BY EDYR AUGUSTO