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How do you say "fern"...

in Spanish?

Fern is samambaia.

Fern is samambaia.

When you don't know a word
in Spanish, say it Portuguese,

it's usually the same thing.

Do you know where you're going, Esteban?

What? No.

From the beginning, I told you
I have no idea about where we are.

Wait a minute.

I knew you didn't know the place,
but I thought you knew the way.

If I don't know the place,
how would I know how to get there?

No way, man. Fuck.

For God's sake,
we've been walking for an hour...

for fucking nothing?

I'm walking behind you for an hour
because you've said you know the place.

I know it, I just don't know
how to get there.

-It's totally different.
-Wait. How is that?

How do you happen to know

the place, but not how to get there?
I don't get it.

Every time I went there
I had a black bag on my head.

It can't be. This isn't good.

Why don't we turn ourselves in.

Because the police will put us
in a black bag, man.

Then we better run away

and look for a drug cartel for protection.

We know that they're asking for a reward

for the one who captures you
dead or alive.

Did you know they're paying
one million to have you dead

-and a hamburger with fries for you alive?
-Exactly.

They want me alive so I can tell
where I've put the 8 million

I've stolen from them. That's why.

I can't understand how you've got yourself

in this deep shit.

If you could, I'd explain, Esteban.

Well, then try me.

No, really, I've already tried.

I told you yesterday, but you thought
I was talking about Blade Runner.

Why don't you talk in Spanish?
It would be easier for us all.

Because that's why I've hired
a Spanish translator.

I thought you spoke Spanish
and understood Portuguese.

Portuguese? What do you mean?

Forget it, Esteban.

Borges, why don't you tell me
where the money is?

What if you die?

Man, it's not that I don't trust you,

but the last time I trusted
a thief, drug dealer and serial killer,

I deeply regretted it and I will need
much therapy to go back

to trusting a thief,
drug dealer and serial killer.

Holy fuck, there's reception.

Sônia...

I'm going to be quick
because I'm in a forest,

a very strange place.

-The reception is bad--
-Borges, turn that off to save battery.

Can't you see I'm talking
to the guys from the importer?

Fuck!

Look, I wish you guys
all the best, peace...

You're awesome and I know
you will rock at Borges' new stage,

okay?

And...

Godspeed, okay?

You will hang in there, trust me.

Kisses to every--

Fuck! Holy shit!

-Fuck! Run!
-Run!

Run, Esteban!

For the love of God, a bathroom!

It's just come out.

What are these fools doing?

What are you doing?

I'm watching what these fools are doing.

If they aren't speaking
on the phone and draining the battery

in the jungle because
they're not that stupid.

What's the point of a phone with GPS,

if this fucking thing shows
us in the middle of the ocean?

I'm not small talking, man.
I want to know where we are.

-Someone should know how to track us.
-Yes, the police.

But, if they find out where we are,
they'll come after us.

I get it.

So you want me
to stay here watching you

drain the battery
of our only way out of here.

I'm putting it away, then.

Borges, please...

tell me you didn't put it away
because the battery is dead.

No.

No, man.

I'd have done it even though
the battery wasn't dead.

Son of a bitch. I knew it!

I fucking knew it!

I can't believe that.
You're an idiot, Borges.

Esteban, look...

you're crossing the line.

I think you've lost track
of what hierarchy is, okay?

-I'm your boss.
-No.

You've hired me to do one job

and lied.

Because I'm earning jackshit for this.

And what's worse,
I'm dying on a job because of you.

Where I come from,
that's the boss concept we know.

You know what, Borges? You are an idiot.

And I'm twice as idiot for doing
what an idiot wants.

You're the boss from this trunk behind.

You're the boss at the idiots' side.

And I stay at this side,
not having to talk

nor listen to the idiots
of the other side, do you understand?

I understand. So, Esteban, listen...

How will the...

geniuses at the non-idiotic side...

get to drink

the water I have here to drink,

the food I have to eat...

Eventually quenching the thirst.

Shit.

Give me some water.

Just a little. No...

Are you okay, Borges

Borges?

Are you okay?

Dude, we'll fucking die in a forest

in Venezuela and you ask if I'm okay?

It looks fucking bad in my country.

I don't know in yours,
but in mine it does.

-How do you know we'll die?
-Your face tells me.

I see death in your face.

I see those planes crashing
in the middle of the forest

and people having to eat
each other to survive, I see that.

But that's different,

here we don't need
to eat nor bite anyone, okay?

I'll have to kill you man.

-What?
-I mean, I'll have to eat your thigh.

No, you're not like this, Borges.

I don't know how to cook.
I should have learned.

I don't know. My God!

How would I eat your thigh raw?

-No, you're not a killer!
-I can't eat a raw thigh?

-I can't!
-Look at me!

You're not a killer, Borges. You're not!

What about you?

-Me?
-Yeah!

Don't worry, I'm a normal guy.
I'm an ordinary person.

-Have you never done anything wrong?
-No. Nothing.

Don Armando would always say
I'm a role model for men.

-Who's Don Armando?
-He is...

the director of the prison I was in.
A very good person.

He even helped me reduce my sentence,

which would have been perfect
if I hadn't tried to escape.

Wait...

Let me...

-Are you serious?
-Yes, I tried for four months.

Four months digging a hole,

only with a piece of plastic.

If only I had a knife
or a spoon, holy Christ.

Holy shit, what the fuck?

Man, you lived in jail.
How is that nothing?

And you only tell me that now?

Because it was nonsense, Borges.

People accused me of having
sexually abused other men.

-Can you believe that? Sexual abuse.
-Wait...

Hang on, Esteban.

The last two nights...

you convinced me we should
spoon to sleep, man.

Yes, it's normal.
Because it was cold, wasn't it?

It's the most normal thing
in the world, Borges.

Was that what you told them in jail?

Borges, it's really cold in Venezuela,

and we were spooning

and they misunderstood things.

I said it was because of the cold,
just like both of us.

-Yeah, what then?
-Then nothing.

The heat increased,
then I took off my clothes.

Because it doesn't make sense
you spoon someone to warm up

if you're warm already.

It had got better for me,
so I took off my clothes.

It makes sense.

Hey, I'm going up there
to see if I find some...

-Okay.
-Something for us, I don't know.

Excuse me.

Have you found anything?

Unfortunately, no.

Borges, your mouth is dirty
with chocolate.

No, it's probably not chocolate.

Probably not? What could it be then?

Look...

potato chips crumbs.

-Why do you have chips on your shirt?
-Potato chips?

This isn't potato. This is dirt.

So you were eating dirt?

Esteban, I don't like...

-Borges, I saw food in your mouth.
-...your insinuations.

I can see it.
You hadn't even swallowed it.

You're seeing things.

Yes, I see you got fatter
since we're here.

-Your clothes are getting smaller.
-So what?

Well, what's the problem?

The problem, Borges?

It's been three days I eat nothing.
Nothing!

And you yourself said
I should consider eating my own shit.

-Do you remember?
-Which is not crazy.

Because we watched a documentary

in which people get lost in the woods,

eat their shit
and don't complain like you.

Yeah, but I don't even have shit to eat.

And they don't do that when
they have hidden food like you.

-Please, Borges.
-Esteban...

what did you want me to do,
give you some food?

-Yes.
-For you to feed, is that what you want?

I see.

What do you see, Borges?
Are you giving me food or not?

I don't think that's a good idea.

For whom, huh?

-For me, for you?
-For us both.

For us both. Look, Esteban...

Think, I share the food
with you, then what?

You eat crumbs, I eat crumbs,

nobody survives. You see?

This isn't fair for me
and it isn't for you too.

I see. So what you want is for me to...

-die first, right?
-Yes.

-Yes?
-I have more chances of surviving.

So give me food, please.

Give me any food,
I'm much weaker than you.

-Please.
-That's exactly why you should support me.

I give you all the support, but...

But there might be something
you don't like there you can give me.

Borges, I'm going to die.

There might be some yellow jelly beans
I haven't eaten yet.

Yellow? Come on, Borges.

Son of a gun.

What are you doing?

Guess what. I'm leaving.

-Where to?
-Where to?

Anywhere in these woods
I don't languish to death.

Don't you think it's a good idea?

You know that I think
we should stay here,

wait, think about good things...

Of course you don't, right?

"Esteban."

What do you mean by "Esteban"?

You think I don't know it was you

who brought me into this forest
and don't let me out?

-Man, it was you who brought me here.
-Of course...

you're only in my mind,
then I brought you.

But I've figured it out.

Wait a second. What?

-You believe I don't exist, is that it?
-It's not a belief, I'm sure of it.

And you don't want me out of this forest,
but I'll find a way out.

Gee, Borges. How are you going to do that?

Well, I can start by...

getting all the food and water we have,

choose a direction
and get into the forest.

-Have you lost your mind?
-There you go!

-What? Are you crazy, Borges?
-If I'm crazy?

Of course I am,
I've created an imaginary friend.

-I'm not imaginary, man, I'm real.
-Yeah?

Let's run another test then.

Hey, easy.

-Are you afraid?
-You can kill me, you idiot.

Aren't you my imaginary friend,
how can you be afraid of a gun?

-A ghost who fears a gun?
-What...

Yes, that's true!

You're completely right.

I'm imaginary, and a bullet won't kill
an imaginary friend, right?

You better put the gun away,

because you might need it later.

-I'm crazy.
-No, you're not!

You're not crazy,
you only have to think about yourself.

Not me, only you.
Think about you as Tom Hanks,

talking to a ball.

Don't think about you
as the beggar at the corner of Borges,

with his dick out,
talking to all women on the street.

-What now?
-What now?

Now we can come clean, right?
We know the truth.

You can tell me where you keep
the hidden food

and the money you've stolen.

Wait. If you're in my mind,
why don't you know?

Because your mind is like
the room of a 14-year-old boy,

who is in puberty. You dare to get in,

you would even sit on a chair,

but lie on his bed, touch the wall,

use his remote control...

You wouldn't do that,
let alone touch his hand.

It's almost the same with you.

I'm in your head,

but I prefer to explore
as little as possible

all the corners of your brain.

That's better.

Lost in a Venezuelan forest,

we found Borges,

a scoundrel running
from the Brazilian federal police,

who is now also running
from the Venezuelan police

and wanted by the cartel
from which he's stolen millions in drugs,

and Esteban,

a guy he's hired to be his translator,

but who's a functional illiterate
in his own language.

Consumed by hunger and paranoia,

Borges has hidden a phone charger

in the same place
of all the food and water

Are you happy?

But now, believing
Esteban is an imaginary friend,

he's no longer keeping secrets from him,

so he feels unconcerned to watch his phone

and find out what
his employees are doing in Brazil.

I don't like this one. No, that's mine.

Look, don't you think
you've eaten too much?

I'm not eating anything, Borges...

because I'm imaginary.

You just believe I'm eating
all the food we have.

Why would you do that to me?

I think we have a problem, Esteban.

Yes...

-We'll die in this jungle.
-No!

I mean the guys from the company.

They're shooting the whole fucking thing.

-What's the problem?
-The company is a problem.

All I've stolen
from the Venezuelan cartel is there.

-Where?
-Here.

Look, in the background...

the rubber pigs in the background.

Yeah.

Relax, Borges.

-It's impossible to know that's there.
-The problem is who put it in there.

That's the problem.

And why don't you call them
and let them know?

Man, how am I supposed
to call them to say:

do you remember
that 800 thousand reals debt I left?

Look, there are
eight million hidden there.

They can figure it out.

We need to get out of here, Esteban.

Borges, we've already got
to that conclusion.

And we're not here because we want.

Yeah, but it's different now. You know?

I can't ask the cartel for protection,
I have nothing to bargain.

They would want to know
where the drugs are.

We need to get out of here...

now.

I don't know how that could work.

We've tried everything.
We are out of ideas.

All we've done was running back and forth.

-Now we're more lost.
-Do you have an idea?

Yes, not to use the worst idea ever.

So your idea is to mock my idea.

And is throwing the phone up
the best one?

It's not about throwing
the cell phone arriba.

We get the phone,
turn on the camera, throw it up,

then look for something,
a building, a road...

Do you know what are your chances
of breaking this phone?

A lot smaller than ours
of starving to death here!

Then throw this shit up
and see if it works!

Come on!

For God's sake, Borges.
Higher, you pussy, higher!

Throw that thing higher!

I'm sorry if I'm weak,

that's because
my imaginary friend has eaten

all the fucking food, which was real.

I've never said I was imaginary.

You created it and almost killed me
because of that.

I didn't eat for three days.

Then I won't feel bad
because of that, okay?

Let me see that.

-Fuck, the phone, man.
-Relax.

Fuck, what have you done?

-What are you doing?
-Wait a second.

-Look. Here.
-Wait. Pause it here.

-There are buildings, right?
-Holy shit!

-It fucking worked!
-It worked.

-It worked, motherfucker!
-It fucking worked!

-Let's go!
-Come on!

But...

-Where to?
-Wait.

If I took...

When you threw the phone,

-it spun, so we don't know.
-Wait!

-Why did we do that then?
-We didn't think about that.

I knew it was stupid.

Come on.

Fuck.

Don't you think we should talk them.

Are you crazy?

I don't know how it works here,
but in Brazil, if you're in the woods

and you see two armed guys,
you just hide.

They don't need to be armed,
nor you to be in the woods.

But here they are our only option.

Plus, I'm not sure they are drug dealers.

-How is that?
-They might be undercover cops.

Get down.

They might be hunters too.

You're not fucking helping.

Look, these drug dealing guys

take shooting to kill for sport.

I wouldn't trust them.

Then what do we do?

First, we need to find out
if they're drug dealers,

-hunters, cops...
-Right.

How do we do that?

I got it.

You'll get up...

and run towards them,
then we see if they'll shoot.

-Why? What do I get out of that?
-Because if they shoot...

we'll know if they are...

-cops or hunters.
-What if they're drug dealers?

Then we'll have two chances out of three,

it's an 80% chance.

It's not 80%... two out of three...

Why don't you go instead, huh?

No, because if they're cops,
they'll shoot. You see?

Then chances go down to one out of three.

A 10% chance.

That's not a 10% chance.

I'm not going to do that.

I don't want to get killed.

-Then let's get out of here.
-Yeah.

Go towards that tree,

we'll hide there. You go first.

Go.

Yeah, they're hunters.

Hey! We have to do something.

Last time I did, you almost got me killed
with your nonsense.

My nonsense?

Man, I had to know if they were after me.

Now they're after me.

And because of you,
they think I'm the fucking Bigfoot.

Wow, relax,

they'll do nothing when they see
you don't even wear a size six, okay?

Borges, I insist we better talk to them?

How will we explain why we're here?

We can say Bigfoot has stolen
our stuff, I don't know.

And who's eaten all the food, right?

-Bigfoot?
-Are we discussing that again?

Look, we should steal their car, you know,

go back to Brazil

and go to Borges
get all the money I've hidden,

before any son of a bitch gets it.

What will you do then?

If people there want to kill you.

That's ridiculous.

They wanted me dead when I was there,
being away, I'm probably loved.

But they don't know
about the 800 thousand debt.

Yeah, there's the debt.

But they've probably dealt
with that, by now.

Yeah, they're probably rolling in money.

They're making videos for the internet.

Damn, do you know how much
a digital influencer earns?

A lot, man. They keep traveling,

taking pictures of foods...

I'm not so sure they're doing that.

I don't know if we saw the same video.

That's just how the internet works, man.

The crappiest and shittiest the video
the more glamorous it is.

-You know that guy...
-Hugo Chavez?

No.

-Whindersson.
-No.

The guy has never put on a shirt,
never made a bed...

and there he goes, filthy rich.

It looks easy to go there

and get the 8 million,
as if it was nothing.

-Don't you think it's risky?
-Damn, no.

I'm here...

behind a tree with a Venezuelan,
hiding from two armed guys

and you talk about risky?

-That's true.
-I think myself lucky.

See, Borges...

just what you wanted. Are you happy?

Do you think that's what I wanted?

-Come on, really?
-Really!

I could have hired any idiot
to be my translator.

But I hired you, Esteban.

And If I weren't here,
you'd be dead by now.

I didn't hire you to be my nurse.

I hired you to be my translator,

a guide who would make
my life easier for me.

I'd rather be dead
than going back to Brazil.

But you haven't taken me
to the Venezuelan cartel.

Your idea has brought us here.

You said you wanted to go back

to your company to steal from them again.

No...

if you had taken me to the cartel--

Did you really want to get involved
with the drug cartel again?

It worked when I had to...

fool the hunters.

Yeah, but...

what did you do?

What...

What did you do, Borges?

For now, I did nothing,

but this trip isn't going to be free.

-How so?
-I don't know how it is in Venezuela,

but in Brazil, when you get a free ride,

it involves...

a seduction game,

it involves tears,

crumpled notes...

and alcohol gel.

I didn't know.

You don't know a lot, right, Esteban.

I'm sorry, Borges.

I'm sorry, man.
Look, I thought that you...

That you were a liar,

a layabout,

a jerk that only thought about yourself...

a trickster,

who lied, stole
and that you were a cheater.

-And then you saw that...
-I saw that, despite everything...

all the lying...

you can be a good person.

True.

You know, in a strange way,
I will also miss you.

-You know?
-No.

No, Borges. Do you know why?

Because I'm leaving behind
this fugitive life.

I'm not staying
in Venezuela without money.

I'm going with you,

to get those 8 million
you've hidden in your company.

I won't leave you alone.

Oh, but you will.

Which part of the "getting a ride
involves a seduction game,

tears, crumpled notes and alcohol gel"
you didn't understand?

What?

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