All language subtitles for Rulers.of.Fortune.S01E01.1080p.WEB.h264-EDITH

After that, there's no way I'd believe
that bitch, for real?

What's good, ladies? Having fun?

Yeah, now that you're here.

Damn it! You made me lose this round--

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

I'm gonna bust your ass
if you keep messing with my girls.

You play the fool and see what happens.

Yeah?

-You still got 90 credits?
-That's all I've got.

-Okay, I'll bring you 30 more then.
-Appreciate it.

-Hey.
-Thanks for being there for us, Profeta.

You know I'm always around.

Hey.

What's up, guys!

You trying to look like a shaman playboy
with all that white, Profeta?

I've got a possible mark.

-A good one.
-Another one of his marks…

Gerson Januário.

He's been working for the Guerras
for what, 30 years?

He's an old useless fuck.
What's he got to do with us?

He imports slot machines
out of Bolivia on Búfalo's orders.

So Búfalo's in charge of Gerson's op now?

Once he marries the heiress, he will be.

So, what? We lift slot machines now?

Bet.

Becoming partners with one of 'em means
getting them to screw each other.

-Screw Gerson?
-Yes, that's right.

I hear his dens aren't profiting as much.

You can bet he'll start guessing
who Búfalo would fuck over for cash.

Maybe even his own boss. Then Gerson
will need cash and come to us. Sound good?

You're a mad man.

We'll regret fucking with a family
that strong if it doesn't work.

-Dad's right.
-Of course, I'm right.

We can rob their trucks when they stop
for gas, and it's super far away,

so nobody would suspect a family
that's never robbed trucks before.

And once we're in the clear,

we can wipe out all the evidence.

Dump a truck full of money?

-Plan's straight bullshit.
-Dumbasses dream of whiskey bottles.

I plan to own the entire distillery.

Take over gambling dens when
you can't even get through to the bookie?

And you know why?

Campos doesn't mean shit.

-Gerson won't give a shit.
-I know he will.

This time I'll be right where he needs me.

Here's our golden ticket.

Wait, this invitation
has my fucking name on it.

Same as Nelinho.

You're not gonna make me go.

-Nobody is going to this fucking wedding--
-Isn't that what you always wanted, Dad?

To sit at the table with all
the big bosses in fucking Rio?

Oh, hey. What's up?

Not much.

How much?

31K.

You're wrong.

Probably eight thousand more.

Thirty-nine thousand, three hundred.

You gotta up your game, man.

Okay.

Bag those dens in Rio, kid,
or don't bother coming back at all.

Take your brothers with you.

They're better at jobs meant for real men.

Make sure.

If this plan goes to shit,
it's your fault.

You fuck it up,
and you're out of the family, son.

For good.

Got it?

Now tell me what the hell
kind of plan you got.

The trucker will stop at
a station in Rio Bonito.

Nelinho and I can grab him as he leaves.

-Get in.
-I'll be lookout.

He checks the cargo, kills any trackers,
and ties up the driver.

We'll abandon the truck on an empty road.

Driver will be found the next morning,
long after we're gone.

I knew something would fuck up.
I fucking told you!

Touch that kid and I'll show you
how fucked this can get.

Yeah? You wanna fucking go?

Do it! Put the gun down
or do it, you fucking pussy!

Try me, motherfucker!

-It's a bunch of shit!
-Look at the ground.

-I'mma waste this kid.
-Do it and see what happens.

-Do it then! Let's fucking go!
-What the fuck is going on?

Had no choice.

The kid saw this bastard
make a run for it, so he's gotta go.

You're running point, Jefferson,
so it doesn't matter. It's your call here.

I'm making the call now.
I'm telling you, this kid's trouble.

I'm not putting my ass
on the line for him.

It's my plan.

And I'm the one who calls the shots.

Just a bit of advice.

You lay down with dogs,
you wake up with fleas.

What's your name, kid?

Pedro.

Pedro, let's talk man to man, all right?

From now on,
you forget everything you saw.

Better for you and your family.

-Do you agree?
-Mm-hmm.

Go home.

For fuck's sake, man.

You can't pull this half-ass bullshit
when you're a criminal.

You get it done,

or you can get the fuck out of the way.

Nelinho, get rid of the body.

Esqueleto, get our prize to the warehouse
and dump the truck.

And your role's what?

Mine is done.

Jab, straight!

Cross! Cross!

Right. Pretty good.
Move on to the sequence.

Repeat.

From the top!

Jab, straight, cross. Go!

Pause!

I said pause.

Got a visitor.

What's with that look?
What happened, Gerson?

Fucking speak!

Shipment's gone silent, Búfalo.

You're interrupting me for that?

I'll figure it out.

RULERS OF FORTUNE

You should've brought Délcio
instead of me.

Esqueleto's last name is wrong.

And besides, he's not right for the job.

And this fucking playboy's
holding up traffic…

Hey, take it easy, man.

These rich boys ain't worked
a day in their lives.

They're the ones that should fear us.

Besides…

you're looking fly, bro.

Have fun.

Good evening. It's this way if you please?

Right.

This way, if you would.

Mirna, over here!

Perfect! Could you give us a twirl,
please, Mirna? Right here.

One more. One more.

It's easily the wedding of the century.

Ready to slay, girl.

Are you sure, Mimi?

My opinion matters?

Don't be a bitch.

I'm kidding!

It's like you're made for this.

Marriage?

Marriage, the fancy party,
that gorgeous dress…

It's everything you've ever dreamed of.

I want Daddy to walk me.

It's not possible at the church, Suzy.

You know how people like to stare.

But that's why.
It's so he can pass the ring to Búfalo.

Of course that's the reason.

It's his dream, Mimi.

He didn't dream of his empire
switching hands like this.

But you saddled him with Búfalo.

What are you trying to say?

This'll fuck up the family's image, Suzy.

It'll be a new image for us all.

Update.

Gerson showed up.

Look over there.

Does this son
of a bitch think he's at Disneyland?

-Get him out. Quietly--
-Búfalo.

Sorry, I'm interrupting, but…

the Board could use a strong man like you
to get some fresh blood in its veins.

-Thanks.
-And your last fight at the Grand Prix…

You beat the shit out of Alvarez
after being down two and came back

with that straight punch
to finish him off.

Unbelievable.

Fun fact.

Made him lose his headgear and split his
face like a pussy with the very first hit.

Nothing can match the hype
of seeing something straight outta Rocky.

I'm Jefferson Moraes.

Where you from?

Campos.

We're in charge of pretty much
all the gambling spots there.

Really?

So you run, what, ten machines?

Right? See you around, Jefferson.

-Sure.
-Come on, let's go.

There he is. Let's grab him real quick.

Found the shipping truck.

It was empty.

How about the driver?

Driver is missing too. Could be dead.

I don't have a lot of patience right now.

Don't come at me with this
motherfucking horse shit!

-Come on, Búfalo!
-Bitch, don't call me Búfalo.

It's "boss" to you!

I don't care how you do it,
just find me my fucking machines.

-Before my meeting with the Board.
-Hey, boss.

I've worked in this business
quite a while now.

Only the big families do something
as gutsy as getting rid of the driver.

Lake Region, North, Serra…

They set 'em all together
because they don't matter to them.

Because they're like mummies, Jefferson?

Let's get to business.

Leila Fernandez, our mom's bestie.

Hey, man, you swore
you wouldn't move on her.

Jefferson, Galego doesn't play
when it comes to his wife.

He popped the last guy.

Don't let Dad get in your head,
goddamn it.

Just let me take the point this time,
all right? I'll do the talking.

I need you to work your magic on a gringo.

Please.

Be right back, son.

Hey! Here's the man.

Don Laurent. How are you? Doing well?

-You having a good time here?
-Rio's the best.

I'd like to present
my charming wife, Leila.

-Pleasure.
-Pleasure.

Tell him, Leilinha,

tell him what I always say
about their casinos.

They're the best in all of France.

And we've gambled in so many,
we know for sure.

Very kind of you to say.

Not at all, my friend.

Believe me, we chose you
as partners for that exact reason.

Truly. We did.

Any legal casino in Rio de Janeiro
will have to rise to that level.

Many of my friends go abroad to play
because of that difference.

But if you were to replicate some
of that magic out here with us,

there's no point
in going overseas anymore.

It'll be easy once it's official.
Very easy.

And I apologize
to bring up money like this,

but we would need a small advance deposit.

It's the normal method
to continue the process.

What deposit?

Well, money would help the whole process

go smoother for your gambling license.

I don't know about France,
but there's an expression in Brazil.

Bread doesn't rise
without mixing some yeast in.

And we think that things
will move along better

with a 10% deposit
of the money you're putting down.

Mmm.

I hope you're joking.

Money is never a joke, Laurent.

I don't make jokes about money.

It's bad luck.

Xavier.

This is your doing, isn't it?

I'm not comfortable starting
a project like this.

Not a problem. Not a problem.

Your perspective might change
after a week of thinking.

-What if our people refuse?
-I think we can find someone else.

Better partners?

We could just procure the permit
without your help.

It's not that easy in Brazil.

You'll see.

And your credit really isn't good.

Something we'd fix for you.

He's so offensive.

Let me educate you on
how things work out here.

The law in Rio de Janeiro

comes from the streets.

Our streets.

They say that the men who make the rules

are those who enforce them.

Uh, it doesn't always happen
in that order.

Let's blow this joint.

Have you gone crazy, Galego?

What's the problem, Leila?

-Really?
-Mm-hmm.

A stream of revenue just blew up
because of your finagling.

That French guy's another pussy
who thinks he can just come in

and take whatever he wants
whenever he wants.

With the backing of the mafia in France,
isn't that right?

And the bicho has our backs, Leila.
We've got the bicho--

Tell me, who else could invest
in the game as well as them?

It doesn't matter, Leilinha.

They're all just puppets for us.

All we have to do is figure out
whose strings we can pull.

-That's all.
-That sounds pointless.

Patience.

This way we change our history.

And consume all the fucking gringos
like cannibals.

Aw…

You are stunning.

You are too.

Why would you put my ring
on the bodyguard's hand?

Come on, let's take a photo.

Come.

I'll say something nice.

Uh…

If I could have your attention, please,
for just a minute.

This moment is a precious one,

where we all share memories

and praise this lovely marriage.

This step forward for the lovely Suzana.

And the role model to us all,
the symbol, Jorge Guerra.

Thirty long years ago,

my phone buzzed as I got a call
from my great buddy, Jorge Guerra,

who spoke and said, "Oi, Galego."

No, it was closer to,

"Oi, Galego!"

Maybe that's closer.

He said, "I'll admit it.
I was hoping for a boy."

"But this is still the best day
of my life. We should celebrate!"

And fuck,

Jorge saying "should"
is more like an order.

So I went.

There was whiskey, cigars,
everything a man could want.

Fireworks too.

Filled the sky with fireworks.

Suzaninha.

Ah, we wanted to paint the sky
with a rainbow

to inform mankind you were joining us.

But it's a small world

and for some reason, by pure bad luck,

there was this guy there.

The guy who tried to play my friend Jorge
like a chump in a negotiation.

And Jorge spotted him
while he had a lit firework in his hand.

So he turned and fired.

Boom! Blasted it right at the guy.

Only missed 'cause the guy was
wearing a wig for some reason.

Imagine him shaking with anger
while holding his fucking hairpiece.

I mean, that bitch booked it past us all.

Jorge went after the guy,
but he turned towards this humble servant,

Galego Fernandez,

'cause I got good aim,
and he said, "Do something!"

So, I shot my firework at him too.
Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow!

And the man was never seen again.

I can't imagine why.

But I share this old memory because

while the Fernandezes and Guerras
are not blood relatives,

we might as well be, goddammit.

All of my admiration, my loyalty,
my utter respect goes out for this family.

There have been many fights
and battles won.

And you know I'm here for whatever's next.

It's your turn, Búfalo.

You do whatever it takes
to protect this family, understood?

And don't be a stranger if you need
some fireworks

'cause I've got a stockpile of them
just sitting at home.

Let me know. Thanks again, everyone.

Blessings to my community.

Many blessings,
and thank you all for coming.

You're tense. What's wrong?

Remember that shipment of slot machines?

Somebody ripped off our truck.

But the machines' ID number
should allow you to track them.

-That's the lead I told my guys to follow.
-This place?

-Okay, move it! Move!
-Out, now!

-These machines?
-Doesn't look like it, boss.

Get the fuck out!

Nothing yet?

Not yet.

I'm worried the old fucks'll
find out about it.

Then just tell them yourself.

Really?

How they find out matters. Better to hear
it from you than anyone else.

It's a matter of time.

Cough up the machines, motherfucker.

-I don't have them!
-Hammer him!

Right. So, where are they?

Talk, you stupid fuck!
Where's the fucking machines?

Yeah, you're right.

You're the hottest girl at this
dumbass party. You know that, right?

Only at the party?

Gerson's downstairs.

So you're the great Gerson?

My dad told me about you.

What's his name?

Nélio.

Nélio Moraes of Campos.

Rings a bell, yeah.
What did he say about me?

That back then,
you helped out Jorge directly.

Good times.

Told me how jogo do bicho
was the only form of gambling back then.

No slot machines or other shit.

Sounds like good times.

Old times don't matter anymore, kid.

Especially if they're about to go legit.

A bunch of bitches in suits and ties
are trying to mess it all up.

They'll be shaking us down for more cash.

Yeah, that's why my dad wants me
to step up and take the reins early.

Says he just wants to take it easy
with some dominos and beers from now on.

Can't turn him down.

So now I gotta try and get set up in Rio.

What happened?

Cool it, my guy.

Everything's cool.

One more round to go.

For real. For real.

You got this. Hmm?

Whiskey's one of your brews right, Xavier?

-Of course it is. I just bought a bottle.
-That explains everything.

This guy must've dreamed of a camel
stuck in the desert, dying of thirst.

But camels are the donkeys
of the desert, basically.

Multiply a camel, which is 8 by 3,
for a donkey,

and you get 24, which is a deer,
and that's the weakest animal!

But he didn't bet on the cock,
which is why he's fucked.

-Oh, come on. Don't be a such a pussy.
-Sounds right.

-Quit busting my balls!
-Fucking sue me then!

Hey.

-Bravo! Bravo! Welcome, kid!
-Bravo! Bravo!

-Congrats, kid. You made it.
-Finally here.

Just so you know,

you wearing the ring Jorge has worn
all these years has a certain meaning.

Damn straight!

Ivan is right, but his new ball and chain
is heavier than any ring.

More of a fucking anchor, eh?

So says Coelho, who's been anchored
to his wife for 400 years!

Coelho's a ten
since ten's a rabbit, right?

It fits with the amount
I messed around outside of marriage.

Made 21 children with help

from 21 different mothers,
give or take a bit.

Only 21?

Number could change if one of your brats
looks like me, Ivan.

Fuck, you want child support too?

A toast, gentlemen,
to the newest member of the Board.

Cheers!

-Cheers!
-All right, lucky man.

What's going on?

Someone stole the machines.

We got robbed,
truck's empty, driver's missing.

If shit stays missing,
I'll pay up, all right?

Búfalo…

If there's a bunch of brats
leaving school,

which one is most likely to get robbed?

You know who.

The weakest one.

So, the worst thing isn't the loss
of cash or machines, not at all.

It's the message
that it's sending to everyone.

That you're fucking weak.

Those fucking machines could belong
to just about anybody.

But they're not just anybody's.

I'm making my men search everywhere.
They'll find them.

Sure your men are out there.

So are the motherfuckers who got away
with all our machines in the first place!

Listen, kid.

All of us.

The minimum effort we expect from you
is to find the responsible party.

Learn to respect
the North Zone and the South.

And respect every last man on this Board.

Jorge earned his place alongside us.

We'll expect that from you too.

You gotta prove
that you earned this position.

Got it.

Little shit.

Smacking the table with his cup
like a little bitch.

You've got to make him talk.
You do what it takes.

-You fucking son of a bitch!
-What the hell?

Today's a special day,
you thickheaded fuck!

Something's going down.

You trying to fuck with me? To mess up
the day I get to be the next leader…

Don't ruin your day, Búfalo.

You know I would love to see you fight,
but not today.

There's too many people here.

That shit's beneath you.

Let's go.

I'm way too old for this shit.

Not old. Experienced.

I appreciate it, kid.

If I can help with something in Rio,
come to my place.

Looks like you saved his life.

We did what we needed to do, Nelinho.

About fucking time.

Can't stand this shit, Jefferson.

Let's bounce.

There's no fucking way. Here.

You don't have to wait for me, okay?

So who are you?

Profeta.

Oh.

What am I thinking of then?

You're thinking about heading for a…

a warm bed to finish what we started.

Not gonna ask me who I am at least?

Everybody knows Mirna Guerra.

Wait for me outside.

I think I'm done with the wedding.

You have good taste.

Pleasure. Jefferson.

I've heard of you.

You're Delmira's son.
I liked your mother very much.

She often talked about you.

I didn't think I'd run into you here.

Well, I knew I'd run into you here.

You bring your father?

He rarely leaves Campos now.

And you?

Sticking around?

Call me.

I'd like to properly catch up sometime.

Promise?

Bye.

You destroyed me.

Are you complaining?

No, I'm thanking you.

Well, I'm exhausted too.

-Are you being serious right now?
-What? You wanna trade sides?

No, I want a whole bed for myself.

My bed.

I'm going home.

So, when can I see you again?

You said your name's "Prophet"?

Everyone was there, Mr. Nélio.
Galego, Ivan Alemão, Marcinho Saad.

-Everybody you've always talked about.
-So?

So, I was hit by a truck.

Not a truck per se,
more like a private jet.

Mirna Guerra.

She just left.

So, you're planning your next move
with your dick instead of your head.

There's time enough for both, Mr. Nélio.

Gerson's in the bag.

Búfalo almost killed him,
but guess who was there to save the day.

So you became partners with him then?

Not yet,

but I will.

Oh, right.

Anything else to report?

No, that's about it.

I don't give a fuck.
We might have witnesses.

Take care of it.

Deco, I need a cold one already.
Fuck's sake.

Coming up!

-No fucking money.
-Tough day?

About as tough as eating soup with a fork.

It's been unbelievable.

You're that kid from Campos?

Profeta.

Hope you're doing well?

I got business for you, Gerson.

This ain't the best time
if you wanna sell me some--

I'm not here to sell.

I'm investing.

Cut the shit.

I saw Búfalo giving you a hard time
at the wedding,

and I know you're tired of it.

I'm here in Rio to invest money
in businesses that I can grow.

So I figured I should talk
to Gerson and see--

Come on, my boy.

You got too much ambition
for a brat from the boonies.

-Just hear me out.
-What's there to hear?

You show up cocky
as all hell out of the blue,

proposing investments
when times are difficult?

That's just fishy.

Well, where I come from, Gerson,
if you're fucking screwed,

and you get offered cash,

you just say thanks.

But maybe that's just the way
it is for us in the boonies.

Yeah, well, I don't see any money.

So for real, show me the money.

And then we talk.

I need a reason to believe
you aren't gonna scam me.

You'll have it here by Friday.

So then I told Gerson
it was his fucking problem

and he'd better fix it fast.

Enough business, babe.

Just enjoy this.

And I go crazy for
those strong hands of yours.

I'm just strong then, is that it?

Dismissing your power is a mistake.

Everybody envies your strength.

Not now, Suzana.

Not while someone's trying
to fuck me over.

You reserved the whole place?

I really like my privacy.

The amount of cash you have can make
this city feel a little bit like, um…

a messy court of people
getting in your business.

To privacy, then!

And Delmira!

Did your mom tell you how we met?

She told me she used to take care
of you when your mom had to work.

You used to run to the beach
and she had to chase you.

Oh, that poor woman.

But that chase is how she discovered
your father.

That she didn't know was a bicheiro.

Yeah, she almost broke up with him
when she found out.

I ended up pushing her to stay.

Better with him than not.

But she stayed for love instead of money.

She wasn't ambitious, your mother.

A very different person from her son.

Oh, I've done my research.

The youngest who doubled
his family's income.

Maybe I just hit the ceiling, Leila.

Campos is too small for me.

And I gotta just keep on growing.

How's Mirna Guerra involved with you?

The nosy fucks love a good scandal,

but I'm sorry to say
they're completely misinformed.

Maybe not Mirna,
but you're planning something.

Or is this meeting just
to commemorate your mother's memory?

I've started talking
to Búfalo's guys in the north.

Problem is I need capital
to close the deal.

-Oh, wait, so you're looking for a loan?
-I've got cash over in Campos.

But you know this comes with a risk?

I can secure that money, no problem.

Happy to do it for Delmira.

But, shh…

I'm curious who he is.

Gerson Januário.

-Know him?
-Oh, Gerson.

Does this have something to do
with their lost machines?

The ones that made Búfalo pissed?

No.

-Why?
-Because they're not Búfalo's.

They're the Board's machines.

And they'll make sure the thieves
don't stick around much longer.

Motherfucker.

'Sup, Jefferson?

Start dismantling the machines ASAP.

What do you mean?

-Thought we were gonna let this calm down.
-I found out they belong to the Board.

-You said this was gonna be easy.
-I know what I'm doing.

Just playing it safe.

Just say we've got it.
Say it. "We've got it. Just chill."

We've got it. Just chill.

Fuck.

-Calm down.
-If they find us, we're dead.

-Then we can buy them back again.
-They're already resold, Sombra, dumbass.

To a place in the middle
of fucking nowhere!

Stop overthinking it.

There's nothing to worry about. Délcio.

Hey. Come on, babe.

Profeta said it's his plan all along.

He'll take responsibility.

Fuck that guy.

Fuck that guy.

Oh, yeah.

Fuck that guy.

Got my attention, kid.

I'm the guy who'll triple
your profits easy.

I've done this shit for 30 years straight,

so I'll play along and pretend
you didn't mean to insult me.

But what are you gonna do different?

I'd start by making sure
the beer you serve is actually cold.

Wow. We got ourselves
the next Rockefeller now, don't we?

I almost took you seriously there, kid.

You've got five gaming dens
in just three blocks.

One of which is deserted,
but there's six other blocks

close by without a single den
or a machine.

Your other blocks have machines
that are busted,

while all of them stink of sweat
and old cigarettes.

Your seats need backrests.

Look at your clients, Gerson.
They're old and need some support.

The clock is ticking,

and it just keeps slipping away.

But I'll make those changes.

If I'm managing the dens
as your brand-new partner.

Hmm. What makes you think
I'd be willing to believe

an inexperienced little brat
can revamp it all?

You wouldn't.

That's why I'm willing to put money down
and a monthly amount

that goes up when our profits do.

Fine.

Hey, Deco!
Go on and give us something special

to commemorate the new deal
with our friend Profeta.

I can grab it, Deco.

Since I'll be working here now.

Give him the bag and grab the bottle.

MR. NÉLIO
THE DEAL IS CLOSED

-Time to go! Move!
-Get the fuck outta here, damn it!

-Go!
-That means you too!

-Get out!
-Hey!

Why are you messing with my bar, Tortuga!

You got some nerve
calling this property yours!

Sit down and shut the fuck up!
You, get the fuck out!

-Get him the fuck outta here!
-Dumbass piece of shit!

-Move it fuck face!
-Boss is coming to chat.

Rich-ass piece of shit.

-What the fuck is this shit?
-Yeah, I've been meaning to ask you--

-I fucking warned you.
-I'm here. Let's talk.

Give me one more day. I'm not gonna run.

We can still solve this.

Trust me, please.

Please, I got this.

All right.

One, two days tops, I swear.
I'll fix all this.

-All right.
-You'll see.

Fucker!

What did I fucking say?

Where are my goddamn slot machines?

Who was talking to Gerson?

Didn't see him boss.

Who was talking to Gerson?

Answer, punk-ass!

Profeta. His name's Profeta.

Go get that fuckboy right now.

I got you, boss. I'll find him.

Let's move!

Somebody dump this fucking body!