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Fuck you, damn it!

Well?

You're my fucking hero.

You always have been.

RULERS OF FORTUNE

Go. Hurry.

Hey, man. How are you? I'm an officer. Can I see the body?

- With the utmost respect. - Sure.

- Is it him? - It's him.

Oh, no.

No.

EX-FIGHTER MURDERED IN RIO

You have to take your hat off to him.

On his first try, the kid managed

to do what Búfalo tried many times, right?

But killing an idiot like Búfalo

isn't too hard a task, is it, Dad?

Do you think this is a video game?

By any chance, have you ever shot anyone?

Fuck off, damn it.

Go.

Suzana went there.

It's on every website.

- Did she reply to your text? - No.

This is really weird.

Based on the photos, she either deserves an Oscar for her performance

or she really wasn't gonna betray Búfalo.

She's definitely up to something.

- Let's see what our next move is. - What do you mean? We do nothing.

We stick to our agreement. That's it.

Right, Profeta?

Mirna, if your sister has a single breath left,

she'll use it against you.

Not without Búfalo.

She'll only get more treacherous.

If you raise snakes, you get bitten.

What's your plan?

Kill the snake?

Break our deal with Suzana?

Is that it?

So, who's the snake?

You won't do anything to her.

She's my fucking sister.

I want you to promise.

Okay.

That's it, guys.

The boss is gone.

He fell right into a trap.

Let me tell you, bro.

Bullets everywhere.

Let's be on the lookout, dude. We could be next.

The big guy didn't want him to kill me.

Another guy showed up. He looked serious. I didn't know if he was the boss or not.

Stay calm. Do you remember what they looked like?

Was this one of them?

Yeah, that's him.

- I bet $1,000 on my school. - Oh, yeah?

This guy's betting $1,000 on his samba school.

All good?

I'll tell you something. It's stupid.

The Guerras' school will win.

Búfalo spent a lot of money on it.

- You're fucking with him. - I'm serious.

What judge will give a dead MMA fighter a high score?

- That's... - Samba was never his thing.

By the way, just so you know,

I ordered some fireworks to properly honor the deceased.

- It's good. - Yeah.

Thank you.

Speaking of which,

I thought we could talk about it.

About what, Marcinho?

I was thinking to myself,

trying to process everything that happened, you know?

This Profeta...

Fuck...

The guy agreed to a ceasefire,

then went on the attack?

Hold on. Búfalo did that first.

Yeah.

But I don't think I'm the only one here

who thinks Profeta is a question mark.

So then, I ask myself...

do we want another guy like him here?

With us, causing trouble?

You didn't complain about Búfalo.

I didn't complain because Búfalo came with his head down.

Not this guy.

One day, he shows up from Campos.

The next, he's stabbing his boss in the back.

Holy fucking shit.

What do you want, Marcinho?

Spit it out.

Do you want to keep him off the Board?

If so, having a Board's pointless.

The man runs the South Zone and almost the entire North Zone,

and he's not a Board member?

Are we leaving this in the hands of an outsider?

If we don't let him manage the spots,

who'll take care of them?

Tell me.

You, Marcinho?

I was thinking more about...

a leash.

We'll call it consulting, in exchange for dividing some of his spots among us.

Now, you're speaking our language. Isn't he?

No. Hold on.

Everybody likes money.

I can see the appeal,

but rules are meant to be followed.

If we don't follow our own rules among ourselves, what will this become?

No-man's-land? What?

We can discuss rules,

but let's do it after carnival.

Especially since we don't know what will happen

if Profeta refuses our proposal.

Right?

Will there be more war?

What war? He doesn't have the strength for that. He's a nobody, Galego.

Does Renzo agree with that, Marcinho?

He'll be here soon.

GERICINÓ STATE PENITENTIARY

It stays in the family, Galego.

It stays in the family.

Why didn't my uncle come meet me?

He'd only come to stab you in the back.

I'm not spending all carnival without seeing him.

Let the games begin.

You're late.

My mom freaked out when she saw this.

She said not to come home if I stayed in the game.

You have a spare room, don't you?

Fuck, Nelinho. It's only for one night.

FUCKING BITCH, WHY'D YOU CHANGE THE PLAN? DON'T YOU TRUST YOUR OWN SISTER?

You look beautiful.

"What did you do, Mirna?"

"Why didn't you trust me?"

Does she think I'm going to confess?

She's desperate.

Are you ready?

For what?

You're kidding, aren't you?

Do you think it'll be easy?

It's the first time they'll see us knowing the throne is ours, babe.

Let's see if you can handle the pressure.

What's up?

Nothing.

I'm just enchanted by my queen.

A queen, huh?

Come here.

You come here.

Follow your queen.

Do you remember this ring?

My dad would be proud to know that it's finally in the right hands.

But remember one thing.

A king always bows to his queen.

With pleasure.

Good evening.

What happened?

Where?

Your face.

Explain something to me.

Shouldn't you be over there?

Your place is there, son.

I don't get it either.

Do they want us to go over uninvited?

All in good time.

Hey, Uncle!

Uncle!

Come here.

I was looking for you, damn it.

Let's take a picture.

One more.

Nice, man!

It's beautiful today, isn't it?

Too bad it has to end eventually.

Not for us, Uncle. Right?

Soon, we'll have to think about next year, the parade, the theme song, won't we?

What's up? Is everything okay?

The night is young and I'm already bloated with beer.

It sucks.

You could be the president of our school next year.

My dad wouldn't even...

I'll talk to him.

Are you serious?

Fucking hell, Uncle.

Thank you.

I love you.

I love you!

Let's go!

Come on, everyone!

Let's go!

What's she going to do?

She's not coming to talk about war, is she?

Oh, my dear.

How are you?

Huh?

I won't lie to you, Galego. I'm devastated.

Even getting dressed was difficult.

I can imagine, honey.

Because otherwise, you wouldn't be human, would you?

But let me give you some advice.

Some advice, my dear.

Bury it all with him.

Bury all the bad stuff with him.

He was cremated.

Suzana, my condolences.

Búfalo always said the Board was like his second family.

It made me very happy.

It made me think of my dad.

So I'm counting on you to bring justice.

Especially because we agreed on a ceasefire, didn't we?

And for what?

To see my husband executed?

A ceasefire?

You plotted a murder at your father's funeral.

I'm not talking to you.

Don't use that tone with me.

- No... - I won't let you.

No. Stop, Leila.

Not here. This isn't the place.

Please, Suzana.

- This isn't the time or the place. - Exactly.

Please, Suzana. Damn, Leila!

- What? - For fuck's sake.

I warned Galego.

Profeta has no power, no legitimacy, nothing.

Suzana showing up here is proof of that.

LEILA - SUZANA CAME TO BURN YOU. YOU'D BETTER MOVE IT.

We're too isolated here, Mirna.

Maestro must be in another box.

I'll talk to Quindim.

What's with the face, Santiago?

It's my uncle.

He said something odd.

He wants me to run the school next year.

Why not?

Your uncle didn't have kids.

He built this relationship with you, you know?

He's always trying to please you.

But he doesn't understand that good dads keep a short leash.

He doesn't get that. He doesn't.

But let him do this for you.

Here's the thing.

He lost his drinks, his food, and his dick.

He can't last a whole fucking night anymore.

You know?

He'll get used to it.

Meanwhile, show some understanding.

Let him do you this kindness.

- Hey, bro. - Hey. Look who's here.

- Hey. - How are you?

Hey, partner?

I was waiting for you.

What a goal you scored yesterday.

Let's take a picture.

Squeeze in. Closer.

Thanks, man.

We haven't met yet.

I'm Luizão.

It's a pleasure.

- Luizão from Vila Isabel? - Yeah.

I know you. Thanks for the work you did for my family.

- No worries. - Are you Maia from Andaraí?

- That's me. - What's up?

- Cool. - A pleasure.

Luizão, here.

Let's do this!

- Cheers. - Cheers.

- Let's go. - Have a great carnival.

- Yeah. - Thanks.

You won't even say hi to me, Suzana?

You didn't reply to my text.

I thought you were pissed about something.

What were you talking about with Galego and Marcinho?

I was saying hi. Excuse me.

Stop lying.

Admit that you were breaking our deal.

Lying?

Did I change the plan, Mirna?

Does it make a difference?

He's dead anyway.

You slut.

It's typical of you to enjoy my misery.

There was no other way.

It was that or there'd be no peace.

I was at peace, Mirna.

Until you tricked me.

But you didn't expect me to react.

I thought it was Búfalo's doing.

You think I'm dumb. You arrogant shit--

Fuck you!

You think you're a badass, don't you, Mirna?

That you're like Dad.

But Dad said it to your face. He wasn't a snake like you.

You never wanted anything until I was interested.

You married the first idiot you found to get me out of the way.

You did the same thing. Can't you see it?

Do you know what makes me happy?

It's knowing that Profeta,

whom you think is so perfect, so different from Búfalo,

will get drunk on power just like all the others.

I feel sorry for you, Suzana.

You lost.

You don't seem to know what even your managers know.

What about you?

Shouldn't you be over there?

Photographer! Take a few of me with the king of the night.

Come here, man.

Take some more.

That's my boy.

Come on, son.

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

Don't touch my son.

I'll do anything.

This is my wife, Leila.

It's a pleasure.

How are you?

Where do we stand?

I don't know what you're talking about, Suzana.

You have no power without Búfalo.

That's exactly why I need you.

What's in it for me?

The North Zone. It's yours. I'll keep the South Zone.

Not now, Suzana.

Forget it.

My nephew!

If I'd known you were coming, I would've set up a special reception.

I don't broadcast my movements, Uncle.

You should know that.

What's wrong?

Are you drunk already?

You should worry less about me and more about your son.

Tell that to your brother, Xavier.

Do you want me to talk to him?

I do.

Because Santiago's desperate to prove himself to his dad.

I'm not talking about Santiago.

I'm talking about the son you left at the orphanage years ago.

I don't understand.

Let me explain.

The baby that I let live

is here, 30 years later,

about to join the Board.

So, this is what you're like now?

You drink two beers and it seems like 50.

You're not the same.

No, I'm not.

I've left a part of me behind.

My heart.

The part of me that felt sorry

for you and that baby.

Let go of me!

What do you want? Revenge?

Do you want to end Galego?

- Don't tell me you don't-- - Are you crazy?

Stop!

I should kill you right here.

But before I do, I'll make you tell Galego

that this angel-faced boy wants to stab him in the back.

Go on. Tell him.

Tell him.

I'll tell him that the brother

he transformed from a fat loser,

whom no one took seriously,

into an advisor and a diplomat,

lied to him his whole life.

He'll think you're doing the stabbing, not me.

And you know that.

Enough bullshit.

Does he know he's your son?

No!

Profeta knows nothing.

And he doesn't need to know. No one needs to know, Xavier.

The parade is today. Cool your head. Be reasonable.

If I were a reasonable man,

I'd have gone into that house, and shot you and the baby.

All right, Imperatriz de Santa Cruz!

Let's get this party started!

Come on!

Let's go!

Weren't you at the parade?

This house is huge.

Especially if you live alone.

Why?

Let me pay a month's rent...

and stay here.

I've never lived with a woman.

It's the same as with a man.

But it's cool. If you don't want to, I'll find another dump to crash at.

One month.

Are you gay, Nelinho?

- You used to talk less. - I've never seen you with a woman.

I just want to know about the person I'm sharing a roof with.

With Jefferson's watchdog.

With a stamp on his face!

Fuck you, Nelinho.

That shit must take up more space in your head than on your face.

It's a scar.

Everyone has them. I do--

Not everyone was pushed through a window by their dad for defending their brother.

Do you want me to leave?

Okay.

UNKNOWN NUMBER NEW MESSAGE

REMEMBER THE KID WHO SAW YOU KILL A TRUCK DRIVER?

500 GRAND OR THE VIDEO GOES VIRAL.

Tell me how it happened.

I was hunting for birds.

Then a truck came along.

They came and--

My condolences for your husband.

What did you find out?

It was Profeta, wasn't it?

I was hired by your husband.

You should've gone to a Spiritist center.

Five hundred grand.

Five hundred grand in my hand, and I'll give you IDs, photos and videos

proving who did it.

Do you think I'm stupid?

You've been draining my husband for months.

It's been paid.

Me?

Do you have receipts?

Suzana, Búfalo isn't here anymore.

From what I gather, you have no power in this family without my information.

I need time to come up with the cash.

No problem.

Call me when you've got it.

He gave me 24 hours to get the cash.

- He could be bluff-- - We can't find him in 24 hours.

We have to.

If I pay now, I'll be on the hook forever.

- Hello. - Hello.

- Are you there? - Yes.

The boy's family loaded the van and left.

Holy shit, man.

But a neighbor told me there was a policeman asking for them.

Does he have a name? What does he look like?

He didn't say.

I just know there was a fancy black car out front,

and I didn't see his face under his hat.

When was this?

He was here on Friday, and the family left on Saturday.

Stay there. Call me if anything happens.

Friday was the hit on Búfalo.

- So? - So, I'm wondering...

Some guy just appears out of nowhere asking about the kid?

This shit is weird.

Búfalo?

But Búfalo's dead.

It's some asshole trying to score money off me.

Suzana, Jefferson. Why wouldn't he make money off Suzana?

That bitch will pay any amount to destroy me.

- And your wife? - Forget Mirna.

- She knows the whole family-- - Forget Mirna, damn it!

If she finds out we stole the slots and didn't tell her, we're fucked.

She'll never trust me again.

But you did get one thing right.

They work for the Guerras.

Búfalo wouldn't trust a random person.

Especially after framing Gerson for the robbery.

We need to find out which police officers work for them.

They've kissed my hand, Nelinho.

It's time to collect.

Do that from the car.

What are you doing there? Huh?

Nothing.

I'm thinking.

Thinking?

I talked to Xavier yesterday.

He was saying some weird stuff, Leila.

Talking about retiring and putting Santiago in his place.

I didn't get it.

I don't know anything either.

So?

What did you say?

I said it was fine by me.

What can I do?

I'll get someone to watch Santiago.

That's all.

I think I'm going to call him.

Where's my cell phone? I need to hear from him.

- I need to-- - Let Xavier rest.

He worked so hard at carnival.

Leave him be for a while.

Yeah.

You're right.

- We'll see each other at the tally. - Yeah.

Yeah. That's it.

He put the gun to my head

and said he was gonna kill me.

This video must be everywhere by now.

Relax. If it were, we'd have heard something.

What's up?

Hey, boss. How are you?

- Nelinho. - Hey.

Here.

These are all the cops I remember working for us.

But I don't know anyone who wears a cap.

It was to hide his face.

It's a lot of people, dude.

Which ones are civil policemen?

Or police intelligence?

It must be a good investigator.

Saboya,

Jaime,

Ribeiro,

Emerson...

Emerson does the collections.

He's bald.

The cap was probably a disguise.

Do you remember his car?

A Ford Fusion. Black.

That's it.

Do you know where he lives?

I can find out.

Can I ask you something, boss?

What's going on?

If this guy shows up tomorrow with a bullet in his head, I'm in trouble.

Luizão, you're doing me a favor.

I'll do you a solid later.

It's all you need to know.

- I'm going home to keep Mirna happy. - Go ahead.

Go after this guy.

Hello, winners.

What a day!

- Coelho! Today's the day. - Today's the day.

- How are you? - I'm fine.

Where's Xavier?

- Any news from your uncle? - No.

Keep trying, Santiago.

I can't believe he'd miss the tally.

I'm hungry and tired.

- So be quiet. - Let me go.

- Wait, let's talk. - Shut the fuck up.

No one has this video but me.

He made plans to meet Suzana at the beach kiosk.

I'd be screwed even if I'd paid, wouldn't I?

No, it's not like that.

- It's not about the video-- - Shut up!

No, calm down!

Let's talk!

Let's talk, damn it!

Profeta, I'm a fucking cop. Every bicheiro needs a cop.

Are you fucking with me?

I'm a family man, dude. Look.

Look at the pictures of my kids, dude.

Look. Marcos and Vinicius are my life, damn it.

- My wife has depression. Let's talk-- - Shut up.

Confirm the meeting with Suzana.

Come on, Profeta.

Let's talk, damn--

Fortunately, we heard that no school was penalized this year.

They all kept to their allotted times.

They all start on an equal footing. No points were lost.

Let's head over there with our on-site reporter,

who can feel the fans' energy.

Talk about energy!

There is a lot of excitement here, even before the tally has started.

Entire families have come to cheer,

wearing their school's colors.

The tables are packed with people.

They're all so excited as they wait to find out who will be

crowned carnival champions.

And those of you at home will watch with us

and experience the excitement, minute by minute, score by score.

It looks like it's starting. We're waiting with bated breath.

We will now begin tallying the carnival scores.

First category, percussion.

Judged by João Andrade.

Encanto do Cais, 9.7.

- Fuck off! - Flor de Madureira, ten!

Fuck, yeah!

Harmony.

Águia do Samba, ten!

Yeah!

Samba theme song, 9.8.

RIO DE JANEIRO CARNIVAL 4TH PLACE

Floats and props, ten!

Yeah!

Flor de Madureira, 9.8.

Damn it!

Imperatriz de Santa Cruz, ten!

- Ten! - It's a fix!

Amanhecer da Zona Norte, ten!

- I'm going to the hotel. - No.

You're about to become the president and you're leaving now?

You're leaving now?

...ten!

Imperial do Rio de Janeiro, 9.8.

- How are you? - Hi.

I have good news for you.

Tell Profeta...

- ...ten! - Thanks for telling me.

Imperial do Rio de Janeiro, 9.8...

Coelho just told me to congratulate you.

You'll be on the Board at the next meeting.

See? You didn't even need to come to win.

I'll have won when I'm sitting there and no one questions my place.

Amanhecer da Zona Norte, ten!

Get in the car!

- What the fuck? - You lost.

- Come here. - Quiet. Get in the fucking car!

Get in!

Are you crazy? The beach is full of cameras.

Nelinho, one more word and you can shoot her in the head.

IT NO LONGER MAKES SENSE, BUT I'LL BE BETTER.

LOVE, YOUR BROTHER, XAVIER.

TO MY BROTHER, CARLOS FERNANDEZ

Get out of the car.

Fucking move.

You fucking traitor.

Your sister trusted you, damn it.

Just tell me, does Mirna know about this?

No, there'll be no one to tell.

Please don't do this. She'll never forgive you.

Shut up.

Suzana,

when you try to use my brother's boyfriend to hurt my family,

I'll kill him first.

When you try to break our deal to get Búfalo to kill me,

I'll kill him first.

When you try to pay a blackmailer to fuck with me,

I'll kill him first.

So if you think you can bring me down, what do you think I'll do?

Get the fuck up.

Get up!

Take this money and buy a ticket to hell.

I don't want to see you in Rio.

And I don't want to see you near Mirna.

You want to separate us forever?

I want to put a bullet in your head.

Don't fucking ask me that.

I won't because of your sister.

You'll get an allowance, so don't complain.

But if you want to do me the favor

of even thinking about bringing your poison near her,

I'll love having a reason to protect my wife.

Nelinho, don't leave her side until you're sure she's gone.

Take the money.

Pick that shit up now!

The last category

before we know

the 2025 carnival champions.

My people!

Come on!

Go on and cry! Cry!

It's time!

You can cry

Go ahead and cry!

Encanto do Cais, 9.8.

Fuck, this is shameful!

He didn't answer, but I told them to go in.

Flor de Madureira, 9.9.

Imperial do Rio de Janeiro, 9.7.

Imperatriz de Santa Cruz.

This is it.

A score of...

- Ten! - Fuck, yeah!

I told you!

- I told you! - What's wrong?

He collapsed, Dad.

They said that...

What are they saying?

What are they saying?

He's dead, Dad.

There are a lot of pills.

Rosa do Cacique da Serra, ten!

Get to the hotel before Galego.

I don't understand. Slow down.

Xavier is dead.

I don't know how, but he knew about us.

He might've left something.

A letter, a recording, a picture, I don't know.

Room 2611. Top floor.

Find a way into that room.

If you find anything, destroy it.

Galego, sir, I was waiting for you to notify the police. Your key card.

TO MY BROTHER, CARLOS FERNANDEZ

I told you, Dad.

I fucking told you!

He wasn't well!

You don't care about anyone, do you?

Santiago, come.

Calm down, honey.

My brother...

forgive me if our farewell wasn't as festive as you imagined.

I can already hear you scolding me.

But life has lost its flavor for me.

Forgive me also for not having the courage to say to your face

what I'm about to tell you.

I didn't tell you that Leila had a son

with José when she ran away with him.

I killed the traitor like you wanted,

but I couldn't take a baby's life.

Leila and José's baby is the guy who now wants a seat on the Board.

Jefferson Moraes, Profeta.

He's the baby, Galego.

I know who you are.

Well?

Did you find anything?

No.

No letter, nothing.

Okay.

Thank you, Jefferson.

Always at your service, Leila Fernandez.

What if the cook hadn't warned me, huh?

It looks like the house was robbed.

Like a rat jumping ship.

Cut that shit out, man.

What should I say?

Poor Suzana?

You're better off without her.

I have no family left, Profeta.

- Soon, my grandma-- - Family isn't your nest, Mirna.

Family is a prison.

Is that how you see yours?

Yeah.

Now that we're out of this prison, we can conquer the world.

With me on the Board, Mirna,

we can become the most powerful family in Rio de Janeiro.

They didn't want a woman

or a punk from Campos.

They'll kiss our feet.

Otherwise, we'll crush them all.

Marcinho, Renzo, Coelho,

Galego.

Then we can build our own nest.

You know it's not your fault, don't you?

Yeah, but I knew something was wrong.

I could feel it.

I believe you.

You've always tried to ignore that side, but you feel a lot of empathy.

Just like Xavier.

This could be good for you.

How?

You lost your protector, but your dad lost his advisor.

He'll either pull you close

and make you the new Xavier,

or he'll push you away for good.

You're at a crossroads, son.

The life-changing kind.

You can take the right path, but you have to listen to me.

XAVIER FERNANDEZ ROOM

It sucks having a room named after you. Xavier would hate this plaque.

He'd prefer, "Bullshit is life's fertilizer."

Or, "Only walking feet get stubbed."

"If dieting felt good, lions would hunt lettuce."

"Life is full of ifs and butts."

Oh, Xavier.

Oh, Xavier.

My little brother, Xavier, had stopped laughing.

I hadn't seen him laugh for ages.

Right?

But what matters is that Xavier knew how to live, isn't it?

The family's school will pass down to Santiago.

A wish of Xavier's, which I will honor.

Good luck, son.

Thanks.

Santiago running the family's school...

My nephew, Renzo, back on the Board.

It's the sun rising from the storm.

Thank you.

Thanks. It's great to be back.

Many years of mulling over ideas

will bring us prosperity.

- I'm sure of it. - Great.

Thank you, Uncle.

For making sure my voice was heard in my absence.

I have no doubt that moving forward, you'll be to me like Xavier was to Galego.

A faithful squire.

Here's the man who can see the future.

Welcome.

How are you?

You were the one missing here, Profeta.

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION

WITH NO INTENTION TO PORTRAY ANY REAL PEOPLE OR EVENTS.

Subtitles by: Elaine Scott