Original subtitles

Are you fucking kidding me? You want us to rob Bruna's hustle.

What the fuck? Shut your mouth! I'll fucking kill you!

PREVIOUSLY

Lara! Serginho!

Wait for me, damn it!

Fuck me!

I went for one last heist. And it went sideways.

Is that your dog?

- Where is he, André? - Don't play dumb.

I'm talking about your friend Bruna. Tell her to leave me alone.

It'll be better for everyone that way, got it?

André? Is Raimundo dead?

And you're next.

Where's Serginho?

Serginho? Who are you talking about?

Aren't you sick of knowing what kind of man your husband is, Marina?

I'm at Uallace's being threatened because of you, Giovanni!

That's exactly why I'm in Búzios.

Mom?

- What are you going to do? - Didn't you say

that piece of shit is in Búzios? I'm going after him.

Raimundo, for the love of God, forget about getting revenge.

I won't! I won't!

Do you want to be a father, or do you want to go back to that prison?

I want to find this guy here.

If Giovanni doesn't show up though...

I'll go to hell and back just to find you.

Stop by and you'll see that fucking red buggy of his

parked right out front.

The next orgasm you'll have will be in Italy, babe!

That's if Uallace doesn't put a bullet in your head first!

Oh.

Chill out.

When he sees the money, he'll be over me in a heartbeat.

If he doesn't find out about our scam first.

Come on, Mila. Now you've started to question my tactics too?

I told you, no one knows I'm going over there tomorrow.

Not even Marina. I'm going there,

saying a proper goodbye to Lucas, and then I'm giving Marina the suitcase

so she can reclaim her salon. It's the least I can do.

I thought you were a bigger prick than that.

- Really? - Really.

And I thought you had a bigger heart, honey.

Hmm.

- You vixen. - You prick.

- Millionaire. - Filthy rich.

- What? - You're a baller.

- Say it again. - A baller.

Don't make me break your nose too. One busted fingernail is enough.

It's the nature of the job. Makes us paranoid, right?

Hey, sweetie, where are you going?

It's Bruna, Uallace. Bruna.

And us?

You know what I'm here for.

At least let me help you fix this problem you have here.

I happen to know a great salon.

DOUBLE CROSSED

What's up, kiddo? Is this croaker a beauty or what?

Croaker? That's the name of the fish.

May I?

Look here. To know if it's fresh, you have to smell it.

It smells like fish.

He's not wrong, is he?

Smelling is one thing, appreciating it is another.

What do you really smell?

The sea.

It smells like the sea.

I'll take this one, brother.

Sorry, I didn't know you weren't open yet.

It's okay. I forgot to put up the closed sign outside.

How can I help you?

Ooh.

Lucas, wait right here.

What's up, buddy?

- Is that the boat over there? - The blue boat over there.

Good.

It's what we agreed on, right?

So, I weigh anchor at dawn.

- Leave the tank full, okay? Thanks. - No problem.

What are you doing?

I must say that I am fulfilling a dream.

Come with me, I gotta express my gratitude.

Aren't you grateful for anything?

For my dad and mom.

Apparently, it's not out of lack of talent that you're going to close your salon.

No. It's for lack of money, actually.

I'm sorry.

No, don't be.

This salon was a backup life plan.

Deep down, I knew it wouldn't work out.

But when there's nothing to hold on to, anything will do to keep us afloat.

And you will let go of your life plan?

I don't know yet.

I haven't been making any plans lately. It’s hard.

Especially when you have a child to raise.

- Single mother? - No, no.

Lucas has a dad. Two of them, actually.

The man who raised him, and the one who...

Well, it's complicated. It's complicated even for me.

Are you married? Any kids?

Me? No.

I can barely take care of myself.

Mom!

It's done.

Check if it’s the way you like it. I'll be right back.

- Hey, buddy. - The croaker is ready.

Croaker? Did he teach you that?

Look what I got.

Uncle Raimundo is cool, right?

Ah! Right on time!

Hold on, hold on. Let's wash our hands, huh?

- Okay. - You can wash them here. Here.

Show me your hands. Here.

Take it. Come here.

Did you enjoy your day with Uncle Raimundo?

- It was cool. - Yeah?

He prepared all this for you because he wants to tell you

something very important. I mean, we want to tell you.

What is it?

First of all,

I want you to know that I never want you to be sad.

Got it?

You never make me sad, Mom.

Dad!

Hey, my little sailor!

I missed you!

- I missed you so much. How are you? - I'm fine.

You're fine?

Come here, Dad!

Sit over there, Dad!

Come on, Mom. You sit over there.

Are you hungry, buddy?

Uh-huh.

Let me serve you.

Watch out for the bones, Serginho.

He called you Serginho, Dad.

Uncle Raimundo just got mixed up is all, Lucas.

Didn't you say you weren't coming back until tomorrow?

I ended up sorting things out sooner than I expected.

And I am six years too late, right, Serginho?

He called you Serginho again, Dad.

My love, it's time for bed, isn't it?

Let me put him to bed.

No. Let me do it!

- Come on, Lucas. - But Dad just got here.

Do as you're told.

We'll catch up later, okay, my boy?

- Come on! - It's not fair!

Come. Come to bed.

Goodnight.

Sleep tight, my love.

You're right to be pissed, brother, but if you do this, it'll be as fucked up

as what I did that night on that fucking yacht.

I didn't want to leave you. I swear. Believe me, it wasn't an easy decision.

But if I'd stayed there,

I'd have been in the same cage as you, bro,

you know that.

Fuck me.

Straight talk. Fucking straight talk.

Lucas would've grown up without a father, man.

You motherfucker!

You stole my life, goddammit. You stole my fucking life!

What life?

Cabo Frio, dirty sand on your feet, a fisherman's boat.

Go fuck yourself! I was born to be the boss, man!

You'll never be the boss, fucker.

You're a snake!

You're a snake. A leech, a piece of shit!

That's what you are! Get up and start praying!

Think of your son.

The son I raised knowing he was yours.

You saw how much that kid loves me, you fucking saw everything.

You saw the house, you saw the salon.

I dedicated six years to living a dream that was not even mine, man.

Now, let me live my fucking life the way I've always wanted to.

Otherwise, you won't be able to live your dream in peace.

They say that God is never late.

He's always prompt.

Drop the gun.

Put it down!

Go on.

Kneel down next to your pal. Do it.

Lara has waited six years and two days for this moment.

So don't expect your deaths to be quick and painless.

I'll confess, Raimundo,

my hatred for you...

has almost ruined this magical reunion between the four of us.

But I couldn't kill you in front of your child.

And Marina, such a sweetheart.

So, I waited. And look what I found out.

Both of you...

sharing the same woman's bed...

the same son...

and now, the same grave.

Isn't that ironic?

Hmm?

Ow!

It feels good!

Stop, damn it!

What's the matter, Raimundo?

Huh?

You should be enjoying all of this.

If it was up to him, you'd already be dead and buried.

Oh, you didn't know?

What are you talking about?

Go ask him.

Ask him, for fuck's sake!

Ask!

Kneel down next to your friend!

Kneel down.

Ask him. I'll wait.

Aren't you going to ask him?

- Tell him. Confess. - You fucking bitch!

Fuck!

I...

hired André to fucking kill you.

I thought you were already dead, man.

Do you still feel sorry for him, Raimundo?

You happy now? Nuna.

What did you call me?

Nuna.

Where did you hear that?

Tell me, asshole!

Who do you think invited me to that party on the yacht?

- What are you talking about? - Your fucking sister.

Oh, Lara. She loved being fucked by a street trash like me.

Let go!

Look at me.

I don't want to kill you. Stop it! Stop it!

My bad.

Maybe in the next life?

My shoes...

they're covered in dirty sand.

My love. Get up. Wake up.

- What are you doing? - We're going on a trip.

- I'll go get Nemo, okay? - Okay.

Welcome, passengers, and good morning.

We'd like to inform you that the procedure of closing doors has been completed.

We are now closed and ready to take off.

Where is daddy?

Where is daddy, Mom?

- He went... He's very busy... - He's at work, Lucas. He's working.

That's why, today, you're going to be my helper, like a real sailor.

- Sounds good? Really! Come on. - For real?

Yeah.

Come. I'll help you.

Come on, Nemo.

- I left my toy boat in the buggy. - Jesus, Lucas.

I'll go get it.

Raimundo!

Stop by and you'll see that fucking red buggy of his

parked right out front.

Who's that?

It must be the guy I called to evaluate that painting over there.

Abílio!

You can't sell my Nemesis painting. Don't you dare.

Well, then you better hope it's not worth anything.

Abílio, listen to me.

You might want to take a page from Giovanni Ferraretti's book.

Money alone is not enough, darling. You also need to be classy.

You have five seconds to get out of my house.

One.

Two.

Translated by: Gabriel Ferreira