Hey. -Everything ok? -Hi.
This is gonna be a bum, super awkward. I'm gonna mug you. -For real, man?
-Yep. But I didn't want to traumatize you. I don't want it to be a bad thing.
How should we do this? -So, you're a robber? -Yes.
But I don't want you to remember it as a bad experience. I just want your money. -What's your name?
-Rafael. Rafael, here's the thing. Don't do this to me, please.
If I hit you with a gun, you'll hand me money. -Okay. -I can hit you or cut you.
You only do it if I hit you. -So, here it is. -It's complicated.
My card and everything else is in there. -Take it. -Cell phone, too.
-I don't have one. -Who doesn't have a phone in 2017? I do have it, just not on me.
Holy crap. . .
I don't really use it. -Give me your fucking phone. -Wow!
Wait a second. -Calm down. Here.
-Do you want me to cut you? Was it really necessary? -Your hurt my arm.
-Unnecessarily. We ruined the relationship we built. Wasn't it better before?
-Sorry. -It's not about sorry. You're going to get home nervous and shaky.
You're gonna say Rio's freaking violent. It's not. We're not violent, but you guys get desperate.
-Everyone steals. . .
-I apologized already. -Fuck it. I want your watch.
-No. Not the watch. -Are you gonna wear it?
-It's just to fuck with you. You have to learn your lesson. Hand me your watch.
Look who's here. -Hey, Peçanha. -Hey, you.
-How are you? -I thought it was your day off. I was but I got called in to cover this area.
-Bad fucking luck. -You're screwed. Okay, you can have it.
-Should I go to 39th PD? -Yes, 39th. -Same cell as usual.
-Yes. And ask Da Silva to brew me some coffee. Are you not going to arrest him?
No, he's helpless. He puts on lube to make it smoother. Gotcha.
So, give me my belongings back. What? You really have not learned a God damn thing.
Holy shit! Take a look. Satan, don't do this.
You know this body doesn't belong to you. We're speaking in good terms here. Look.
He dumped the flowers Sister Cecilia carefully bought. You're forcing me to take you from here. I'll have to remove you from here.
Why so dramatic? You're forcing me to scream and put on that act. I didn't want to have to do it.
Get out of here, please. Wallace? -Oi, Thiago.
-There you go. Go with God. See?
Sometimes Satan listens. There's no need to yell.
