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Hey, check out this hunk.
He's looking this way.

Evening, ladies.

How are you?

Better now.

- Don't lean on it, sir.
- No!

- You made me lose, damn it.
- Hey.

Buddy, speak to my staff like that again,

and I'll have you thrown out.

Got it?

- Damn, 90 credits?
- It's all I have.

- I'll get 30 added for you.
- Okay.

Hey.

Always right on time, Profeta.

I'm here if you need me.

Hey.

- Evening, kitchen crew.
- Evening.

All in white like a holy man.
Does this look like a temple to you?

I have a job for you, Dad. A good one.

The prophet returns.

Gerson Januário.

He's been the Guerra family's manager
in Rio for 30 years.

He's a fossil.
What's he got to do with us?

He's importing slot machines for Búfalo.

So Búfalo's head of the family now?

He will be soon.

Once he marries the heiress.

- So you're stealing slot machines now?
- That's right.

If Gerson's in trouble with Búfalo,
he'll make me his partner.

Gerson?

Gerson.

I heard his patch is doing badly.

He's not making any money,

and then he screws up
for a new boss looking to impress?

Gerson will need money.
That's where I come in.

What do you think?

I think it's bullshit.

Meddling with Rio's most powerful family?
What if it goes wrong?

- Dad's right.
- I know I'm right.

I know which gas station the driver uses.
It's far from Campos.

No one will suspect us.
We've never robbed a truck.

We wait for the dust to settle
and destroy the whole damn lot.

Scrapping a truck full of money.
It gets better and better.

You're counting pennies.
I'm thinking bigger than that.

You want a gambling spot in Rio,

but haven't even scored
a drink with the booker.

Do you know why?
Campos means nothing to them.

- Gerson won't look twice at you.
- He will. I'll be in the right place.

It makes a difference.

- Hey. This is addressed to me.
- You and Nelinho have the same name.

I don't do weddings.

- Nobody's going--
- Isn't this what you've always wanted?

A seat at the table in Rio
with the big shots?

Hey.

Evening.

Evening.

How much is in there?

Thirty-one.

Wrong.

Add about eight more.

39,300.

You have to be in it to win it, Dad.

Okay.

But don't come back
until you have the spots in Rio.

Your brothers will go with you.

They're more suited to a man's job.

And if you fuck up, fix it.

Or you're no son of mine.

Okay?

Now, tell us your plan.

The driver stops
at a gas station in Rio Bonito.

With Nelinho, we'll jump him as he leaves.

- Get in.
- I'll keep watch.

He drives the truck to a side road,
checks the cargo,

dumps the tracker, ties the guy up.

They'll find him in the morning.

Shit. I knew it would go wrong.

It'll be worse if you hurt the kid.

- We'll see about that.
- Try it and see what happens.

- You're not doing shit to the kid.
- Wanna bet?

- I knew it would go to shit.
- Eyes down, kid.

- The kid has to go.
- Over my dead body.

- We'll see.
- What the fuck is going on?

We had no choice.

That idiot ran for it,
and the kid saw everything.

He did, Jefferson,
but I told him you're in charge.

In charge, my ass.
My neck's on the line too.

I won't be screwed over
out of pity for a kid.

This is my plan.

I give the damn orders.

I have one thing to say.

If you play with fire, you get burned.

What's your name, kid?

Pedro.

Pedro, we're going to make a deal.

You're going to forget
everything you saw here.

For your own good and your family's.

Do we have a deal?

Go home.

For fuck's sake.

In our world,
you can't do things by halves.

You're either in

or you're fucking out.

Nelinho, hide the body.

Esqueleto, take the cargo to the lockup
and dump the truck as planned.

You ain't doing a damn thing?

I've done my part.

Jab, straight.

Cross.

Nice. Let's do the combination.

Again.

Do the combination.

Jab, straight, cross. Go.

And stop.

- You have a visitor.
- What is it, Gerson?

Why the long face?

Spit it out!

The driver isn't answering, Búfalo.

That's all you have to say?

Leave it with me. I'll fix it.

RULERS OF FORTUNE

You should've brought Délcio.

Esqueleto doesn't share Nélio's name.

Even if he did, I wouldn't want him here.

- What a playboy, man. I hate playboys--
- Chill, bro.

They've never worked a day in their lives.

They should be scared of us.

And by the way,

you look fucking great.

Trust me.

Good evening, ma'am.

Good evening, miss.

Please, this way.

Mirna, over here.

Turn to the side, Mirna. One more, please.

Ready and smoking hot.

Are you sure, Mimi?

Does my opinion matter?

Stop it.

I'm kidding.

It suits you, you know.

Getting married?

Getting married, the big party, the gowns.

It's what you've always dreamed of.

I want Dad to walk me in.

He shouldn't have been
at the church, Suzy.

Didn't you see them staring?

That's my point. They should see him pass
the ring to Búfalo.

Of course, that's the reason.

It's his dream, Mimi.

His dream was to pass the business
to someone on his terms.

Not unknowingly to Búfalo while he's sick.

What do you mean by that?

This will weaken the family's image.

The family's image is different now.

Búfalo. Over here. That's great.

- Over here. Turn to the side.
- Búfalo, this way.

That's great.

Thanks.

Hey, man.

Gerson's here.

Over there.

That son of a bitch thinks
he's at Disneyland.

- Búfalo.
- Easy, it's a wedding.

Sorry to bother you.

It's fucking amazing to see someone
as strong as you join the Board.

- Thanks.
- I still remember that Grand Prix.

The final fight, 2-0 to Alvarez.

You socked him from the right
and he hit the canvas.

You saw that fight?
I hit him right in the temple.

Knocked his headgear off
and split his head open.

What happened after, damn.
You were like The Rock.

I'm Jefferson Moraes.

- Where are you from, Jefferson?
- Campos.

We own almost all the spots out there.

Oh, yeah?

So that's, what...?

Ten slot machines?

Right?

See you, Jefferson.

Look, there he is. Grab him.

- Yes, sir.
- Excuse me.

They found the truck.

It's empty.

And the driver?

No one knows if he's alive.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Testing my damn self-control,
you son of a bitch?

- Easy now, Búfalo.
- Búfalo, my ass. It's "boss" to you.

If you don't find those machines
before I meet the Board,

you're fucked.

Boss.

I've been in this business
long before you were born.

They made the driver disappear.

These aren't small-time gangsters.
They're serious.

The lakes, the north, the mountains.

At the same table.
It's all the same to them.

They're a bunch of fossils.

Fuck this, Nelinho.

Leila Fernandez.

A friend of Mom's.

Galego's wife.

You swore you'd stay away.

Last time a guy got too close to her,
Galego blew his head off in the street.

Don't let Nélio mess with your head.
Keep quiet if you're just gonna talk shit.

Leave the talking to me.

I need you to soften up the gringo.

Come with me.

I'll be right back, son.

Here he is.

Laurent, how are you? All good?

- Is Rio treating you well?
- Yes.

I'd like to introduce you
to my wife, Leila.

- Pleased to meet you.
- Likewise.

Tell him, Leila.

Tell him what I said about his casinos.

They're the best in France.
He's not lying. We've been to many.

You're being kind.

No, my friend.

Look, that's the reason
we made you our partners, isn't it?

A legal casino in Rio needs
to meet the same standard.

My friends go abroad to go to casinos.

If the ones here come close to yours,
they'll never be out of them.

And with you as president, it will happen.

Sorry for bringing this up here,
but we had a talk,

and we'll need an advance.

An advance?

Yes. Just to grease the wheels.

To get our license on the table.

I don't know what it's like in France,
but here, in Brazil,

bread doesn't rise without yeast.

We were thinking
10% of the total investment.

Is this a joke?

I don't joke about money, Laurent.

I don't. It's bad luck.

Xavier.

Was this your idea?

I don't feel comfortable
starting like this.

No problem.

We'll give you a week to change your mind.

And if we refuse?

Then we'll speak to someone else.

To compete with us?

If we get the license,
we can open without you.

You don't understand Brazil. Try it.

And you have bad credit.

Wasn't that the deal?

He's insulting us.

Let me explain something
that you may have misunderstood.

The real law in Rio de Janeiro

is the law of the street,

and it belongs to us.

We create it, as they say,

and we execute it.

Not necessarily in that order.

Let's go, darling.

What was that about, Galego?

What, Leila?

You.

Trying to ruin a deal
that would be good for us.

That pouting Frenchman is just
another guy who wants what's ours.

But he has the French mafia backing him.

We have the bicho, Leila. We do.

You never mentioned any other investors.

It doesn't matter, Leila.
They'll just be fronts anyway.

We just want to know
who will be the most obedient.

- That's all.
- I think it's a waste.

Patience.

Maybe we're avenging our past.

Now, we're the ones eating gringos.

A bunch of cannibals.

You look beautiful.

So do you.

Why is the bodyguard wearing my ring?

Shall we take a picture?

Come on.

I'm going to say something.

Can I have your attention
for a moment? A few...

A few words must be said
on an occasion like this,

to celebrate the union
of our darling Suzana

and pay a fitting homage
to our role model, Jorge Guerra.

Thirty years ago,

I received a phone call
from my good friend Jorge Guerra, saying,

"Hey, Galego."

No, it was more like this. "Hey, Galego!"

That's how he talks.

"It may not be the son I so wanted,
but even so,

today is the happiest day of my life,
and we need to celebrate."

Damn, Jorge's wish
is my command, so I went.

There was whiskey, cigars,
the whole shebang, and fireworks.

Fireworks in the sky.

Suzana...

We lit up the sky that night
to tell the world you were coming.

But as a reminder that life is hard
and the world is small,

there was a guy there.

This guy had tried to hustle Jorge
in one of their deals.

Jorge was holding a firecracker,
and when he saw that scumbag,

he didn't hesitate.

He fired it at the guy.

It didn't hit him in the head
only because he was wearing a wig.

Imagine the guy's face,
holding his wig, you know?

Pissed. He went after him.

But he came face-to-face
with the humble servant talking to you,

Galego Fernandez,

and you know my aim is good.

I aimed my firecracker.

He was never seen again,
and I don't know why.

I'm saying this

because the Fernandez and Guerra families
don't share the same blood,

but we may as well do.

That's the extent of my admiration,

my loyalty,
and my respect for this family.

I threw myself into that fight
and other fights too,

and I'll continue to do so.

Now it's up to you, Búfalo.

It is up to you
to protect this family, understand?

And remember, if you ever need fireworks,
I have a good supply.

Just say the word.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen,
our community.

Thank you very much for coming.

You're tense. Are you okay?

You know that slot machine delivery?

The truck turned up empty.

Slot machines have serial numbers.
If they use them anywhere...

That's what I'm trying to find out.

- Where is he? Bring him here.
- Easy now.

- So, are they our machines?
- No, boss.

Get the fuck out.

And nothing yet?

Not yet.

I don't want the old guard to find out.

What if you told them first?

You reckon?

I know these guys.

It'll be worse if they hear rumors.

And they will.

Where are the slot machines?

- I don't know.
- Sledgehammer.

Let him go.

Fucking talk.
Are you going to fucking talk or not?

You're right.

Did you know that
you're the sexiest person in this room?

Just this room?

So you're the famous Gerson?

My dad talks a lot about you.

And who is your dad?

Nélio.

Nélio Moraes, from Campos.

I think I know him.
What does he say about me?

That you used to be
Jorge's right-hand man.

The good old days.

Bicho was all there was.

There were no slot machines
or online gambling.

It was trouble free.

I'm guessing.

Those days are over, kid.

Especially if it's all made legal.

Just a bunch of suits
wanting to run the gambling world.

The more money involved, the more trouble.

That's why Dad passed the business
on to me. He still had gas in the tank.

But he wants to spend his time
playing dominos and drinking beer.

What can I say?

Now, I'm bringing our business to Rio.

So?

Chill the fuck out.

Just chill.

One round to go.

Come on.

Keep your guard up.

You made this whiskey, Xavier?

Yeah, this one's mine.

I'll tell you what happened.

This guy had a dream
about a thirsty camel out in the desert.

A thirsty camel is an ass. In bicho,
an ass is three, a camel is eight.

Three times eight, 24.
Twenty-four for the buck who fucks.

It fucks with its cock.

He didn't bet on the cockerel and lost.

So sue me!

Please, man.

Hey!

Congratulations!

- Welcome.
- Welcome.

Hey.

Wearing the ring Jorge wore
for so long must weigh heavily on you.

Ivan is right,

but he's wearing another ring
that is much heavier.

It's practically an anchor.

Says Coelho,
who has been married for 400 years.

Coelho is a rabbit. That's a ten.

And I fucked like one,
in and out of wedlock.

That's why I have 21 kids.
Sons and daughters from different women.

Only 21?

Why? Do you have
any children who look like me?

I'll take them on.

Gentlemen.

A toast to the newest member of the Board.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Tell us, you lucky man.

Spit it out.

Our slot machines were stolen.

The truck was empty.
The driver is missing.

If it all goes to shit, I'll pay for it.

Búfalo.

Some kids are walking home from school.

Which of them would a punk choose to rob?

The weakest one.

The worst thing about this theft
isn't the money or the merchandise.

It's the message that comes with it.

"You're weak."

Nobody knows
those machines belong to the Board.

The Board that you are a member of.

I've sent my men to take care of it.

Your men are out there.

So are the little punks
who are taking us for fools.

Look.

We...

expect you, at the very least,
to find the person responsible.

Respect.

North Zone, South Zone.

And the respect
of the men who run this shit.

Jorge earned his place here.

Now you need to earn yours.

Show us you've got what it takes.

Understand?

He's still cocky.

- Slamming his glass down...
- Still cocky.

I'm sure he'll talk. I'll handle it.

- Son of a bitch.
- What the hell?

It's my fucking wedding day.

- I'll sort it out.
- Fuck!

- You're fucking up my coronation--
- Don't ruin your day.

I'd love to see you fight, but not today.

There are people everywhere.

Forget about that shit.

Let's go.

I'm too old for this shit.

Not old.

Experienced.

Thanks, kid.

If you need anything in Rio,
come by my spot.

You saved the old man's life.

We've done what we came to do.

Thank God.
I can't wait to get out of here.

Let's go.

No fucking way. Here.

Don't wait up.

Who are you?

The Prophet.

Oh, yeah? What am I thinking right now?

That it's time we got out of here.

To finish what we started.

Aren't you going to ask who I am?

Everyone knows Mirna Guerra.

Meet me outside.

I'm done with this wedding.

You have good taste.

Pleased to meet you. Jefferson.

I know who you are.

You're Delmira's son.

I really liked your mom.

She spoke about you a lot.

I didn't expect to see you here.

I was sure I'd see you.

Is your dad here?

It's hard to drag him out of Campos.

And you?

Staying or going?

Here.

I want to know more
about my old friend's son.

Find me.

Go.

You ruined me.

Are you complaining?

I'm thanking you.

I'm exhausted too.

Are you serious?

What? Do you want to swap sides?

No, I want the whole bed.

My bed.

I'm going home.

So, will I see you again?

I thought you were the Prophet?

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

- Everyone from your stories.
- And?

I was hit by a truck.

Not a truck. A private jet. Damn, bro.

Mirna Guerra.

She just left.

I thought you were after spots,
not skirts.

I have time for both.

Gerson's on board.

Búfalo almost killed him yesterday,
and guess who intervened?

So, you're his partner?

Not yet.

- But I will be.
- Okay, good.

Anything else?

No, nothing.

I don't want to know.

Someone must have seen it. Sort it out.

Deco, pass me a cold one.
It's been a rough day.

I'm in the shit with no money in sight.

Tough day, buddy?

Tough is trying to eat soup with a fork.
Today is impossible.

- Aren't you that guy from Campos?
- Profeta.

How are you doing?

- I'd like to talk.
- If you're selling, I'm not buying.

- You should leave.
- I'm not selling.

I'm here to invest.

Are you kidding?

I saw Búfalo
pushing you around at the wedding.

You said you were tired.

Seeing as I'm in Rio with money
to start a business, I thought of you.

- I'm thinking--
- Stop there, man.

You think too much
for a kid from the sticks.

- Won't you listen?
- Listen to what?

You turn up here acting the big man

with your business deal,
while I'm in a tough spot.

That's shady.

Where I come from, Gerson,
if you're that hard up

and someone offers you money,
you thank them.

I guess that only happens in the sticks.

I don't see any damn money.

If you want to talk, show me the cash.

And soon.

Or I'll think you crawled out
of your hole to scam me.

You'll have it by Friday.

I told Gerson to sort this shit out.

I won't be beaten.

Forget all that, baby.

Look at this place.

Your strong hands drive me crazy.

Is that all you think I'm good for?

Don't underestimate yourself.
Strong hands are good for many things.

I can't, Suzana.

Someone's fucking with me.
I can't let that happen.

A whole restaurant just for us?

I like my privacy.

Depending on how much money you have,
this city still seems like...

a court full of busybodies.

To privacy then.

And to Delmira.

Do you know how we met?

She took care of you
when your mom was working in Saquarema.

You'd run to the beach and she'd follow.

Poor thing. She used to complain.

But that's how
she met your dad at the beach.

She didn't know he was a bicheiro.

No. She almost left him
when she found out.

I told her to stay with him.

For a better life.

But in the end, it was love.

Your mom had no ambition.

Unlike you.

I've done my research.

The youngest child
who doubled the family's income.

That's true, but I peaked there.

I've outgrown Campos.

I came here to expand my business.

And Mirna Guerra is involved.

If that's what the busybodies are saying,

I'm sorry to say that they're misinformed.

It may not be Mirna, but you have a plan.

Or are we just reminiscing about your mom?

I'm in talks with Búfalo's manager,
in the North Zone.

But I need cash to close the deal.

- You need a lender?
- I'll pay up quickly.

I have money in Campos.

You'd be exposed for no good reason.

I'll find a way to get you the money.

It would make Delmira happy.

But hey...

Tell me, who is it?

Gerson Januário.

- Do you know him?
- Gerson?

Is this about the slot machines?

The ones that Búfalo lost?

No.

- Why?
- It wasn't just Búfalo's delivery.

It belongs to the whole Board.

I'm not sure the person
who did this will live to tell the tale.

Damn it.

Hey, Jefferson.

Get the machines dismantled ASAP.

Why? Weren't we going to wait
for the dust to settle?

It was the Board's shipment.

- You said this couldn't go wrong.
- And it won't.

I'm just being cautious.

Tell him you'll sort it.

Tell him not to worry.

I'll sort it. Don't worry.

- We're fucked.
- Calm down.

- If they find out, we're dead.
- So we buy them back.

He sold them, Sombra.

To a place in the middle of nowhere.

This won't get back to us, man.

Délcio.

Hey. And another thing.

Didn't Profeta say it was his plan?
So it's his responsibility.

Fuck him.

Fuck him.

Yeah.

Fuck him.

Talk.

I wanna be your partner
and triple your profits.

I'll pretend you're not insulting
30 years of work and ask,

how on Earth will you do that?

Cold beers would be a good start.

Wow.

It's Rockefeller himself.

I was almost taking you seriously.

There are five spots

across three blocks.

One is on a deserted street. Six blocks
without a single spot or slot machine.

Other blocks have a few broken machines.
Your place smells of sweat and smoke.

Seats without backrests.

The old guys can't take it.
After a while, they go home.

Time is flying by like a racehorse,
and you're riding an old nag.

But I'll change that.

Share the management with me.

And why should I trust
an inexperienced, impertinent kid?

You shouldn't.

So I'll pay a large down payment

and a monthly rate
that'll increase in line with our profit.

Damn.

Deco, bring me that special bottle.

I want to celebrate my partnership
with my friend Profeta.

It's on me, Deco.

I work here now, right?

Leave your stuff in the back.

NÉLIO
IT'S A DONE DEAL

- Get the fuck out.
- Everyone out.

- Get up, asshole.
- Beat it.

- Move.
- Get out.

- What the hell are you doing in my bar?
- Fuck you and your bar.

Sit down and shut up.

- Go.
- Are you deaf, motherfucker?

- You too.
- Fucking move, you son of a bitch.

- Fucking move!
- The boss wants to talk to you.

Was this really necessary?

- Why the violence?
- What did I say?

Let's talk.

Give me one more day.
I won't screw you around.

We'll sort this out.

Trust me, damn it.

Let's talk.

Okay.

I'll fix this in a day or two.

- Don't worry. You'll see.
- All right.

Fuck.

What did I tell you, you son of a bitch?

Where are the fucking slot machines?

5 SPOTS, 3 BLOCKS
6 BLOCKS, X SPOTS

Who was Gerson with?

I didn't see, man.

Who was Gerson with?

Fucking talk!

Profeta.

His name is Profeta.

Find this motherfucker, now.

I'm on it.

Let's move.

Get rid of this fucker's body.

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION

WITH NO INTENTION TO PORTRAY
ANY REAL PEOPLE OR EVENTS.

Subtitles by: Elaine Scott