-Good morning. -Good morning.
Portugal?
What do you mean, Portugal?
Why is he talking about Portugal?
-I'll explain, honey. -I thought we came here to hide.
Were you planning for us to leave Brazil?
I'll talk to you about it, honey.
There he is. There he is.
Go, go, go.
Good, good.
Hey, Beto.
Come here.
There he is.
Finally, you earned something. By leaps and bounds.
Go. Take your share.
This wasn't as easy as you said, partner.
Vico and his crew were required to provide additional security.
So it's only fair that some of that money goes to him.
It'll come out of yours.
Beto.
One thing, little brother.
You only had to do one thing, and you didn't do it.
-Beto. -You can't watch a girl?
-Keep her in one place? -Beto.
The alarm sounds, and you let her run?
-Stop, Beto! You're crazy! -Little shit!
Fuck. Tell me, what are you good for?
How am I not better off without you?
-You freeloader! You piece of shit. -Stop, Beto! Stop!
Keep it, if it's so important to you.
Seeing you look like a fool was already worth it for me.
Vico!
How long has this been going on?
You're kidding, right?
I don't see much of Beto, and Livro never said anything. How long?
He knows snitches don't last.
I will speak to Beto.
Problem is that the favela is full of Betos.
It is not only him.
So what do I do now?
You really want to know?
-Hi, honey. -Hey, Mom.
What about rice?
Perfect. I'm going to turn this off.
You ever been in a place this nice?
No.
It's a whole other world.
Once, I was offered a job working for a supplier
who lived in a place just like this.
I could have moved right in.
Why didn't you?
You remember my sister, Neusa?
She was a lot like you.
Not cut out for life in the favela.
At least, not with a brother like me.
I couldn't leave her there alone.
She needed out.
It was just too late before I understood that.
Why are you doing this for me?
I don't understand. You've always been an asshole to me.
I've told you, Livro.
I may not be smart like you,
but I don't have to make the same mistake twice.
Look, you got him wasted last night, yeah? Stoned?
He's a fucking mess before noon on a good day.
He's gonna be the walking dead today.
So I get in, you get him out, boom.
-It's done, and we're off. -No.
No, man.
You're crazy, man.
Don't you get it's too crazy? Too crazy even for you?
Fine. I'll do it myself.
What's up?
Where are my fucking keys?
BETO, YOU FUCKING IDIOT
DID YOU THINK I WOULDN'T FIND OUT?
I'M GOING STRAIGHT TO DUDA WITH THIS, BROTHER!
Holy shit.
What's going on?
Vico is getting neurotic. I'm going to sort this shit out.
-Kiss. -Kiss.
Naughty girl.
They want to talk to you.
After you get Ferraz, you're going to get into the thing…
Apparently, the helicopter takes us to a yacht.
Not a sentence I ever thought I'd hear.
Guess I'm always going to make you jumpy, huh?
This is probably the last time we'll see each other.
You'll need something to get started where you're going.
There was a tad bit more than I expected.
Beto will lose his mind.
He's already lost his mind.
At least he's finally making an investment in his brother.
Vico.
I will never forget this.
I know.
You'll always have the scars.
PENITENTIARY MAINTENANCE
Visiting hours end in 30 minutes.
-If there's any bullshit… -I'll tell him.
Don't fool around.
Felipe says Ferraz has guards of his own.
All he can do is get you to the cell.
If something goes bad, you're on your own.
Almost seems like you're trying to talk me out of it.
I have done many things I wish someone had talked me out of.
So maybe I am.
Will you be here when I get out?
Can't collect my bet with Felipe about you if I'm not.
Do I want to know where you put your money?
No.
Move. Hurry up, man.
Arms up. Turn.
INITIAL INSPECTION
Enter.
Arms up.
Come.
CLEANING SUPPLIES
CRIMINAL POLICE
Lock it down! Back to your cells!
Back to your cells!