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You can tell Esqueleto.

Fuck, Jefferson. We're screwed.

They're gonna stop us.

No one's stopping us.

- If they ask to see the trunk?
- I'll step on it.

Keep quiet.

You can go.

Don't leave a message. Try again later.

Where are you?

Answer me. I'm serious.

Let me handle it.

Do you think it's my first time?

I'm sorry.

I love you.

This...

is the first time.

RULERS OF FORTUNE

Jefferson!

You threatened him,
and he's gone. Where is he?

You know what?
I'm not the one you should be talking to.

You should talk to Nelinho.
And not to make demands.

To apologize for bringing
a fucking snitch into our house

who wanted to sell him out to Búfalo.

Where is he?

Where is he?

You couldn't have known.

- Sombra was raised with us.
- Shut up.

- He was a money-grubbing son of a bitch.
- So, what?

- You mean he was using me?
- We're family. He wasn't.

You never fucking allowed him to be.

Damn it, Jefferson!

You're fucking crazy, man.

Do you know who isn't family?

You want to know who isn't family?

You, you piece of shit.

You're trash.

- Délcio.
- An outcast!

Don't fucking touch me.

I'm gonna kill you, you motherfucker.

You won't even see me coming.

Relax, boss.
If it's the truck driver, we'll soon know.

- Morning, man.
- Morning.

Okay. One, two, three, go.

All right.

They bought this concrete plant
and found it while cleaning the tank.

Damn.

The smell is pretty strong.
It must have been there a while.

Tell you what.

I'm gonna stay in town for a while.

I wanna be the first
to know about the report.

Understood.

- Do you drink?
- Socially.

- Take this. For the weekend.
- Thanks, man.

Dr. Pelegrino, it's me,
Xavier Fernandez, like we agreed.

No.

I can't schedule an appointment right now.

I can only schedule something
after carnival.

I just wanted to ask you a question.

Midazolam.

Yeah, the medication.

Can you tell me the side effects?

PROFETA - ESQUELETO WAS HERE.
HE'S NOT OKAY WITH IT

An attack?

Family business.

You know?

The family that has been sinking
since you showed up.

Your family is about to own
the North and South Zones of Rio.

- More than you ever dreamed of.
- No.

I was going to expand.

And bring Delmira and the boys to Rio.

Then you showed up with Jefferson.

Delmira died. Before I realized it,
I was stuck in that life.

- You think it's easy to raise three--
- Only you believe your sob story.

You were well paid
to take care of Jefferson.

I'm not afraid of your blackmailing.

You don't have the guts to tell Galego.

But Jefferson could still find out.

You wouldn't do that.

Do you want to bet, Leila?

No.

I want you on my team.

We can carry on hating each other.
It won't change the past.

Or we can think about the future.

The future?

How?

I want you to be my associate.

I want you to find Laurent's deckhand.

We want the same thing, don't we?

Riva is on his way.
Let's see what we can find out.

If you want to talk about Sombra--

I don't want to talk, Mirna.

I want to do something,
and it has to hurt,

or Búfalo will start killing
innocent people.

We use the subpoena to testify
in Pudim's case and expose him.

With the police on him, he can't go crazy.

You know what's crazy, Mirna?

Thinking we can stop him with accusations.

- Hey, Riva.
- What's up, little one?

Jaqueline doesn't want children.

Juliana wants a third.

I was always more like Jaqueline.

You also said you'd never get married.

That was Suzana's thing.

How is she, Riva?

Riva, we barely know each other.

I'm no saint.

What we do here is far from holy.

But for me to lie in bed at night
and sleep peacefully,

I do have some rules.

One of them is that no civilians die.

Innocent lives.

Búfalo, on the other hand...

That's why we called you here.

To end this once and for all.

Just give up on that bloodstained throne.

He stained it with blood.

We want to stop the bleeding.
He'll stop if we hit where it hurts.

He won't stop.

She will.

Suzana understands.

But I need something to help her along.

Okay.

I heard some things.

But listen, little one.

You have to promise that you'll try
to get along with your sister.

And swear that no one will get hurt.

I swear, Riva.

I swear.

Right.

After what happened,

Búfalo started stashing stuff there.

They hid more weapons at his gym.

That's all I know.

There's no war without weapons.

Well?

Let's go.

The driver doesn't know shit, damn it.

That cabinet looks new.

Come on! Grab everything.

Put it all in the bag. Come on.

Come on. Put everything here.

Wait, Jefferson.

You don't need to.

Yes, I do.

An arson attack scared
Barra residents overnight.

The owner of the gym, Búfalo Victor,
a former MMA fighter and alleged criminal,

has been accused
by his sister-in-law, Mirna Guerra.

When Búfalo is involved,
nothing is an accident.

-Eduardo survived, but he's an exception.
- So there are other cases?

I'm going to kill that son of a bitch.

- That would be great, but you can't.
- Oh, yeah?

If you hadn't hit your sister
at the samba school,

she wouldn't have talked about us on TV.

Now look at this mess.

Is it my fault or yours?

You almost killed my cousin.
You shot the managers to provoke them.

Hey, boss. Is this going too?

Obviously, idiot!
I'm not leaving it as evidence.

This "idiot" found out
about the search warrant.

What?

It's the truck driver's body, boss.

According to his wife,
the fillings in his teeth are a match.

And? Corpses don't fucking talk.

I'll stay here
until I find someone who does.

Handle it, Emerson.

Give me that.

If he kills his allies,
imagine what he does to his enemies.

I fear for my life.

Now, Búfalo blames Mirna's husband,
Jefferson Moraes,

for setting fire to the gym
in Barra da Tijuca.

On our turf. Son of a bitch!

They didn't mention you in the news.

Not yet, right, Xavier?

Like I always say,
let every dog lick its own dick.

Profeta just bit mine,
so now, I'll bite his.

Hold on. Coelho's calling.

That fucking gossip monger.

Go ahead, talk to him.

I'll talk to Marcinho.

Okay.

Hey, Coelho!

Do you think the ass-kisser is very dumb

or just a little dumb?

If he's very dumb,

he may have left something
in his house that implicates us.

In his house?

You're totally clueless.

Turn on the TV.

Any comments on the arrest warrant?

I'll only talk to my lawyer.

Do you have anything to say?

Yeah, but Galego wants to support him.

I figured as much, but that shit
didn't happen in my territory.

To hell with it!

You're gonna wait until you take a hit?

- Over here!
- Búfalo?

- What are the charges?
- What can you tell us?

Where are those hands going, Marcinho?

You're 200 years old and keep making
video calls like a teenager.

Fuck you, Coelho.

So?

Excited about the news?

Galego is going to back Búfalo.

I think it's a good move
if that's what you want to know.

- Any comments on the arrest warrant?
- I'll only talk to my lawyer.

Do you recognize yourself on TV?

If I'd asked you who fixes everything
on their own without thinking first,

you'd have said Búfalo.

People change, Mirna.

Especially in a war.

Only if you got shot
and lost your mind without me noticing.

Why did we take Angra?
Why did you go to the samba school?

To send a message.

So why did I burn down the gym?

For revenge.

But you did it without telling me.

LEILA - WTF DID YOU DO?
G IS BACKING B.

DON'T DO ANYTHING TILL I SAY SO

Who is it?

Nobody.

Don't I fix everything on my own?

I'll do it one more time.

Go fuck yourself!

You drove for four hours
to look at me like that?

I just want to know.

Did you let Jefferson do it?

What do you mean?

Kill Sombra.

No.

I didn't.

But you know how it is.

What goes around...

I understand your pain, son.

Sombra was your friend--

No, he wasn't!

And you knew that!

- No need for a tantrum.
- They killed my fucking husband!

I'm going to kill that bastard.

I want you to know that.

The fuck you are, Délcio.

I know you.

You talk up a storm,
but you never act on it.

You had 30 years to confront Profeta.

Now he's putting our family first,
you want him dead?

Shut up!

Hit me.

If you have the balls, hit me.

Coward.

You know where I get that, right?

Get out.

Get out of my house!

I didn't raise a son
to cry over a dead faggot.

That "faggot"

was the love of my life.

That "faggot"

was everything to me!

But you can sleep easy.

You'll never see this one cry again.

Relax your forehead.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

You don't need Botox, Leila.

You're being kind.

And you don't need me to do it.

It really helps that you're smart.

It would really help if you were clearer.

All right.

Galego has had dozens of lovers
who meant nothing to him.

But he always listened to me.

It never bothered me.

He'd say it was his idea.

I don't care about that.

- So what do you care about?
- Power.

Power that I helped build,
which I will not let him put at risk.

If you think I'm just using him...

I don't care why you're with him.

To be honest,
I don't even care that you're with him.

What matters is he doesn't listen to me,
but he listens to you.

He's betting on the wrong horse.

Búfalo is--

An ogre.

But Profeta attacked his territory.

It doesn't have to be one or the other.

Just look at us.

Siding with one of them now
puts a target on his head.

That's dangerous,
for him and everyone around him.

And how do I know

that I can trust you?

Because I let you stick
a needle in my forehead.

Sometimes, we must take a leap of faith.

Is this Board meeting to decide
on the Búfalo matter?

The Profeta matter.

He shined a flashlight in my face,
put me in the spotlight.

I won't look like a fool.

I won't.

Won't getting involved
draw too much attention to you?

If I had the power you have,

I wouldn't worry about sending a message.

I would worry about going unnoticed.

That's what I'd do.

Xavier, about that situation,

call the boys.

I want a meeting now.

Good afternoon.

It seems you don't know
that our business has rules.

If it didn't, we wouldn't even be here.

There was a time in Rio when bicho was
a no-man's-land. Wasn't there, Coelho?

When I was a kid,
I wanted to rule all of Rio de Janeiro.

I wasn't the only one.

Every criminal wanted to be a banker.

And every banker was willing
to kill or be killed

to become an emperor, you know?

Pain-in-the-ass politicians,

inflated bribes,

the press on our backs,

civilians getting killed,

and illegal gambling losing money--

- I know how it--
- Shut up.

I didn't give you permission to talk.

Then came Jorge Guerra.

Jorge Guerra.

He was young, but he had balls.

He called his armed enemies
and said, "Sit down."

"Let's organize this shit."

How many lives were saved
just by sitting down and talking?

That was worth more than 1,000 miracles.

We like one thing more than power,
and that's money.

- Right?
- Right.

So, here's the deal.

Enough. Stop.

No more action movies, understand?

Fix this yourselves
without dragging bicho through the mud

because this is a family matter.

Or we will fix it for you.

Understand?

Understand?

I'd like to say something if I may.

Wait.

Go ahead.

You've all been here for years.

I just arrived from Campos.

I know what you think of me.

But I'm used to it.

I'm an adopted son
who had to prove himself over and over.

So, if I have the honor
of leading this family,

I won't disappoint.

If I don't have that honor,
I'll respect that.

Because I respect you,
and I respect your past.

And I back myself if I have to move on
and do something else.

I shouldn't have let you talk.

Búfalo, anything to say?

Go fuck yourself, man.

Fuck you.

Excuse me. Sorry.

- Jorge.
- What happened?

He passed away.

- Oh, no.
- He did. I'm sorry.

Xavier.

Xavier.

Oh, Xavier.

If it's too much, we'll leave, okay?

It's a truce, Profeta.

That was the deal.

You guys are crazy.

This isn't for you newcomers.

This is for his lifelong partners.

Riva.

Let's accompany our friend.

We say goodbye to his body.

But Jorge Guerra

remains alive through your union.

In the name of the Father, the Son,

and the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

What is it?

Nothing.

It's Tamires.

If it were nothing, she'd stop calling.

Nelinho crashed his car.
I'm taking him to the hospital.

What? How is he?

Really fucking bad!

Meet me there. Now!

TRIBUTE FROM THE MORAES FAMILY

Nelinho crashed his car.
I have to go to the hospital.

- What? Now?
- I have to go.

You can't drive like this.

- Riva?
- What is it?

His brother.
He needs to go to the hospital.

I'll take him.

I can't wait to see you get
what you deserve, asshole!

Gentlemen.

Any words about the life

and work of our great friend Jorge Guerra
would be pointless.

Therefore,

I'll pay him a small tribute.

As he always said,
"Only those who live get to die."

How are you taking Nelinho?
You don't drive.

My dear friend...

This is for you.

Riva!

- What the fuck?
- Get down!

- Where is he?
- Galego!

- Is everyone here?
- Where is he?

- Profeta!
- You're done for, Búfalo!

- Get the fuck off me!
- Is everyone here?

- Profeta!
- Are you crazy?

It's over, Búfalo!

Fuck, man.

He had a fucking gun to my head.

You had no choice.

My brother is bulletproof.

Does it hurt?

Does it hurt, damn it?

No, man. This...

This is a war medal.

You know about that, don't you?

Use this.

They didn't let me bury one father.

And now, I can't bury the other one.

I spoke to Riva's daughter.

She doesn't want us at the wake.

It didn't go to plan,
but that bomb was a message.

It was Búfalo saying,

"Fuck the Board."

"I won't stop until you're dead."

It was Búfalo and Suzana.

Your truce was with her.

She didn't know, Profeta.

I saw her there.

Her face.

Búfalo ran away. She stayed.

It was an act.

- You're deluded.
- I'm not.

You are.

It's time to let your sister go.

I've been in your shoes.

And you still don't understand me.

I can't stand losing anyone else.

Not you,

not her.

No one.

To make sure of that,
we have to kill that animal.

Before he tries again.

You want that too, after what he did.

I've wanted that for a long time.

But more war?

- Is that what the Board wants?
- They want him dead with no mess.

And if we can't do that,
we don't deserve to be there.

Isn't it easier
to convince Suzana to leave him?

Without her, Búfalo's weak.

It doesn't make any difference
who is by his side now.

What if he gets away?

Just like you did?

Do you want to start this again?

I think you're wrong.

But if you're right

and Suzana is willing to jump ship,

she can help us
prevent that from happening.

They wanted to take what's mine, Suzy.

Those fuckers never liked me.

Why?

Why don't they like me?

They almost licked the floor
for Profeta to walk on.

And clapped.

They scrutinize me, judge me.

Why?

Talk to me, babe.

What was I meant to do?

MIRNA
NEW MESSAGE

Riva wasn't meant to die.

RIVA!
CHOOSE A PLACE. I NEED TO SEE YOU. ALONE.

I had no choice.

There's always a choice, Búfalo.

To start off on the right foot, Jean-Luc,

on my turf, I'm the croupier, the player,

the manager, the bouncer,

the camera,

the walls.

I'm even the cleaner.

Understand?

You do all that just to save money?

Galego...

I can lend you l'argent.

Money.

I do it for control and power.

You can't lend me that
because you don't have any.

A high concentration
of sleep-inducing drugs.

The odd thing is, it's not usually...

This drug doesn't usually lead to abuse

and isn't often used in suicides.

So, I was right.

So were we.

No.

Just a moment.

The question is, "Who did it?"

Let me tell you something, Jean-Luc.

I knew Laurent.

I'm sure plenty of people
wanted to rough him up, but...

to kill him like that?

Confronting you and us too, in a way...

I think it was someone pretty clueless.

So, you're telling me
that you didn't know?

What we know is
that his deckhand has vanished.

From the marina, his home...
Nowhere to be found.

I can guarantee
that he's not in Rio de Janeiro.

Because here, my dear Jean-Luc,

I think you already understand

that things don't tend to happen
without us knowing.

Right.

Is it nice living here?

Yes, it's nice. Why?

No reason.

I swear I didn't know.

Or I'd have put a stop to it
when he was going.

It was even worse.

I was prepared for Dad to die, but Riva...

It was sudden. It was like...

losing another father.

- A father who was around.
- Yeah.

The other day, he made me swear
to get along with you.

He'd like to see us like this.

Yeah.

But Búfalo wouldn't.

We agreed not to talk about Búfalo.

Did you lie to get me to come?

Yes.

I'm worried about you.

You're worried about me?

What he did can't be undone.

I don't wanna talk about it, Mirna.

- The Board won't forgive him--
- Stop it.

- He's screwed--
- I don't want to. Enough!

- You'll go down too--
- Stop!

Leave him and join us, damn it!

I won't betray Búfalo.

Well, when you're ready, we can talk.

You dummies. It's not haunted.

Pass the ball.

Come on, pass me the ball.

Don't stop.

Keep talking. I was enjoying it.

Don't be afraid, kid.

I'm not arresting anyone, okay?

You were talking about ghosts.

Did you see a corpse or...?

There's a boy saying
this place is haunted.

And these kids believe him.

I see.

Look.

See this bill here?

It has...

nine twin sisters.

Does anyone want it?

Where's my sister?

You're talking to me.

I agreed to talk to Mirna.
You're lying already.

This isn't going to work.

We're starting this the way we should.

Fair and profitable for everyone.

For that, emotions must be put aside.

What's your proposal?

To split the territory
in exchange for Búfalo's head.

Let me see if I understand.

The proposal is that my sister's husband

takes my husband's seat,
and I help kill him?

No.

I'd be in charge
because that's how this works.

The three of us split
the decisions and the profit.

What makes you think I'd do that?

That's the thing.

You don't have many options.

What do I have to do?

Convince him to go to a carnival ball.

No bulletproof vest, no gun, nothing.

People will be patted down.
He won't suspect.

Say you're going early
because you're the muse of the ball.

Mirna knows the organizer.
She'll put your name on the list.

When you get there,

leave this gun
in the bathroom I tell you to.

Just make sure you stay by the bathroom.

Why do this?

Isn't there another way to get it inside?

We don't just want a partner.

We want an accomplice.

I see.

You want a guarantee.

What's mine?

Your sister.

She'll never let anything happen to you.

Who's going to shoot? Your brother?

Me.

Fifty each.

Thirty-three percent each.

Take it or leave it.

Deal.

I'd like to say that your son is
very close to getting rid of Búfalo.

You thought you could
get ahead in this business

without getting your hands dirty.

- It took you awhile.
- It did.

Less than a year ago, I was sat here.
Look where I am now.

At the same table, in the same place.

Just with different people.

- I didn't send him away.
- No.

I sent Délcio away.

You killed Sombra.

Which is what you wanted.

You didn't tell him, did you?

You left that to me.

Damn, I trusted you, Dad.

Want some advice, Profeta?

Don't even trust your own shadow.

Sometimes even that doesn't show up.

Do you know why my dad
started calling me Profeta?

He said I was always guessing
what would happen.

And it wasn't a compliment.

It annoyed him.

Did you guess right?

I deduced.

I had an eye for things.

Always thinking about the future.

That sounds like anxiety.

I made sure
that the future I wanted, happened.

Did you get it wrong?

Sometimes?

Sometimes.

Why?

I don't know if I want to find out

what you think I'll find out
with this plan of yours.

For once, I hope I'm wrong then.

Okay.

Just hurry up. I can't wait any longer.

That sounds like anxiety.

Wait.

I love you.

Mirna Guerra loves me?

Fuck you.

I love you too.

I've been dying to say that for ages.

Mirna, come here.

FORWARD MESSAGE TO BÚFALO

There was a short guy and a tall one.

The short one saw me.

He put the gun to my head
and said he was gonna kill me.

Then another guy showed up.

He looked serious.
I don't know if he was the boss or not.

Just stay calm.

Do you remember what they looked like?

Was this one of them?

SHOOTING IN RECREIO LEAVES MAN INJURED

Yeah. That's him.

The guys at the restaurant told me
he was only there that day.

He came and left by taxi.
The driver doesn't remember anything.

No one knows his name
or what he was doing.

- It's complicated.
- Keep on it.

If I approach her,
she'll make up an excuse.

All right.

I'm on it, boss.

Hi.

Did you see it?

Yeah, I did.

I'll give you the gun when you arrive.

Marcão will be here.
We take him to the bathr--

I know the plan, Suzana. Relax.

How are you so calm?

It's like when I fight.
I'm glad you're nervous.

People will believe it.

They already do.

It's going to work.

Because we're doing it together.

You have to promise me something.

What?

When this is over, we'll have a baby.

After this, it's just the beginning.

Tell them I'm almost there.

Five minutes.

Okay.

What the fuck?

Go, damn it!

Go, damn it!

I can't. We're surrounded!

Drive!

Fucking drive!

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION

WITH NO INTENTION TO PORTRAY
ANY REAL PEOPLE OR EVENTS.

Subtitles by: Elaine Scott