Joint Venture (2019–…): Season 2, Episode 1 - Asteróides - full transcript
CD joins the Passos family and turns Biriba into a tool to solve his traffic problems.
STOP, LOOK, LISTEN
Get outta that fucking Instagram.
Let's go! It's time.
-Let's go, man.
-Well, I need a crime, you know?
So, are you getting this on tape?
Are you recording?
-Yeah.
-Let's finish this. Kill this idiot.
Fuck, bro.
Jesus, man. Caniço, please...
JOINT VENTURE
ASTEROIDS
-Are you OK?
-Uh-huh.
Are you sure?
Why, I don't look OK?
-What is this called?
-Blue dream.
God, I'm so high, dude!
-About that argument that we had...
-It's okay, man...
Let's forget that shit, Biriba.
William!
-William!
-What's up, sis?
Hey.
-So you're not gonna leave today?
-When this guy leaves.
We're gonna sing happy birthday,
so come.
OK, when he goes home,
I'll go up and talk to mom, all right?
So if he never leaves,
you'll stay in here forever?
Probably.
Fine, so let me go
get you a pillow, OK?
Cause you're stuck in here!
What did you say, Kelly? Hey, Kelly!
Kelly! Hey!
Come back here, Kelly.
Wait! Hey, hey, hey, Kelly!
Hey, sorry, bro!
Hey, Biriba! Biriba, come here!
Hey, folks, this is Biriba.
My brother-in-law, Pescoço's kid.
He chose my shop's name,
you know, man? He's a golden kid.
Look, Biriba, these guys are
all royalty, my broth.
You're Salim's friend?
You mean the late Salim, right?
You were his little boyfriend, right?
Boyfriend my ass... You jerk.
Hey! Listen up, guys.
Listen to Kelly, guys, the first lady!
Listen up, real quick!
I want to take this moment right now
to wish happy birthday
to this wonderful person
that means the world to us,
and that created our family.
Let's hear it for Irene, my mom!
I also want to say thank you to
the one who made this barbecue for us,
and paid
for the meat and the beer... Claudio.
Thank you!
-No, CD. Damn, let me go...
-Come on. Come with me, Biriba.
-Yo, CD!
-I want to thank you for all the love,
and for coming here today to celebrate
my mother-in-law's birthday!
And I also want
to take this opportunity
to share something with you.
From now on,
whoever wants to find me,
this is my new address, OK?
Pescoço's house is
my family's house now, got it?
We're together, fam!
Count on me! Yeah!
Hey, hey. Come here, bro...
Listen, since we're all opening up,
this guy here owes me
almost 200 dollars in child support...
Happy birthday to you!
-Hey, take a pic!
-Happy birthday to you!
-Thanks for the invite.
-Don't mention it, bro. See you.
-Take care, okay?
-Bye bye!
Bye, girls!
Hey, hon. Lovely party, right?
-Mm-hmm.
-Yeah?
-What's up?
-Did you have to announce it that way?
What? I thought it was
all set, my love.
No, it wasn't. I hadn't told anybody.
-Not even to Gabi?
-I was gonna tell her last, OK?
You could have told me that.
You could have asked...
-Okay, sure.
-Hm.
Let's go there...
I'll help you sort this out.
No, I can handle this, okay?
You better go now.
You don't want me to stay today?
Come on, hon...
-Good night.
-Hey.
I was hoping we could cuddle up
together in our new home.
I've been waiting
the whole night for that! Leave?
Are you sure?
You really have no shame, do you?
You got a one-track mind,
you know that?
Huh? Give me a break.
Tomorrow. OK?
-Tomorrow?
-Tomorrow.
Oh, well.
I've waited so long, my princess.
What's another day?
Take care.
We're watching a pretty even match.
Diego lifts the ball near the box.
Nice pass...
Almost in the box.
He kicks on the goal area..
Coming through the middle.
Wilson shows up.
He nutmegs the defender...
You weren't gonna tell me, mom?
-I thought you already knew it.
-I still can't believe it.
Ugh, you're making
a big fuss over nothing.
This is still my family.
This is my house, isn't it?
Of course it is, Junior.
But not everyone is against you.
Things are improving for us,
everything's better now.
Look at this gift I got from CD,
an automatic insulin pump.
You no longer have
to give me insulin injections, son.
-It's great.
-And he bought you with a few gifts?
No, son, but just think a little bit.
Look at our house.
Did you see
how many people were here today?
Everybody respects us now.
Like when your dad was alive.
You want water, Amanda?
Guys, I was gonna tell you,
but I had no time today.
Listen, sis,
why did you bring a guy like that
to our house?
Didn't you say he disgusted you?
Come on, tell us!
You really want me to tell you?
Drink the water, Amanda.
I brought him, I brought him here
because this is my house, too.
At least
the last time I checked it was.
Yeah, but we don't even know
who he is, mom.
He's your dad, Gabriela.
You know, William,
before you go on with that,
I want everybody to listen to this:
I'm with him 'cause I want, OK?
I chose him.
And I'm happy. For the first time
I'm putting myself first,
for the first time I have a real job.
Did you see the place I got for us
to produce the derivatives? Did you?
It's fine, Kelly. I appreciate it, OK?
I know I don't have the right
to ask anything else from you.
But you can't force me to feel happy
about living with that guy here.
I'm sorry.
Bye, mom. Happy birthday.
Oh, Kelly...
Hey, bros, this is Djamba speaking!
Okay, so listen up, brothers.
Today we're gonna do some tests.
I have a hash here,
take a look at this.
Hash Magneto Honey Crystal.
Forty bucks per gram in the market.
We're gonna do a test
so you see what I'm talking about.
Look, the smell's coming.
You get it?
You gotta be kidding me, man!
You see? This shit's no good,
it's full of impurities.
Look at that dude! This man's nuts.
Nico, who's the weirdo?
-You don't know who this guy is?
-No, so what?
-That's Djamba, bro.
-What Djamba?
He's won over 15 Cannabis Cups.
-Is he Brazilian?
-Yeah, he's from the East town.
But no one's ever seen his face.
-Damn, man...
-That's dope, right? He's badass.
-Uh, Nico...
-Huh?
Is it Djamba, or D.J. Amba?
-D.J.? Seriously?
-It could be.
Are you high? It's Djamba.
Where did you get that from, bro?
It's like that guy, remember?
That American guy that we saw on TV.
What American?
What're you talking about?
Damn, that Dr. E, bro.
-Doctor E?
-Yeah, exactly!
Its Doctor Dre! Fuckhead!
You should quit smoking weed,
it's rotting your brain.
I'm telling you for real, dude.
It's no joke.
-And don't say I didn't warn you.
-Fuck off.
There they are.
The truck's here, man.
All right, listen to me, dude.
Let's wait for them to unload.
-Then we go in, okay?
-Yeah, okay.
Are you talking to me, dude?
-What the fuck?
-So now you think
you can talk to me...
Cause there ain't nobody here
-so you gotta be talking to me.
-Xandão, what the fuck?
So who the hell do you think you are
to talk to me like that?
Cool. You're rehearsing?
Well, let me do the talking.
-Cool? Let's go, bro.
-Sure. Cool.
-Go, go!
-OK.
-Everyone hit the floor!
-Everyone hit the floor!
-Look at me and I'll pop your ass.
-He'll do it!
Well said.
Put the heat on the counter
and hit the floor, bro.
Real slow.
Shit, bro...
Go, go.
Count to 30
and then we'll see what we do, got it?
Alright, move, move!
Move, damnit!
CASH REGISTER
I hate people who don't respect
other people's work, man.
-Motherfuckers, man...
-No shit.
That ain't right, bro.
What do we do now?
Good morning, my man!
Did you argue with your wife, homie?
Hey, take a look
at the last shipping we got.
Dammit.
Who the fuck produced this shit, man?
-Did they water it with diarrhea?
-CD said this was good, bro.
It's a dude from the Movement
that grows it.
-We have to support our bros.
-Hey, CD.
Come here, I need to talk to you, man.
Biriba, as far as I'm concerned,
everything's fine,
-sort this out with your sister later.
-My sis? I mean, about the shop.
Bro, the Joint needs
a new supplier, man.
There's no way we can sell
this garbage Grilo brings to us.
We need to know
the stuff we're selling, bro.
We don't even have a spectrometer.
If an inspector comes, we're fucked.
-Spectro-what?
-Spectrometer.
To know what our ganja's made of.
-Sign this, here.
-What's that?
-Nothing you need to know.
-I'm giving you rights of attorney?
Are you nuts?
That ain't gonna fly, man.
Really? And since when do you decide
what flies or not around here, boy?
It's about time
we have a serious talk, kid.
Are you coming?
That goes in the living room, please.
Hey, mom, all that stuff
is not gonna fit in here.
Oh, yes, it will.
Eat your food and watch your cartoons.
You can leave this here, OK?
In this little corridor here.
I'll sort it, I'll sort it later.
Good morning.
Eat your bread.
Excuse me.
Oh! By the way, Gabi,
how about we swap rooms, huh?
You and Amanda move to my room. Hmm?
-You like the idea, I know.
-No fucking way, mom.
Watch your language, girl.
You know, your room is bigger
and closer to the bathroom.
-Help your mom.
-He'd be in jail with one call...
What did you say?
What did you say, Gabriela?
Stop acting like a kid
'cause not even a real kid is worried.
This guy's gonna turn
our lives into chaos, mom,
-only you can't see it.
-Are you seeing any chaos here?
Ouch! Hey, Miss Kelly...
The new shower has shorted.
-Bravo! Fucking shit...
-Mom, watch your language.
Eat your fruit.
UNKNOWN
LET'S ROLL A BLUNT B.B.? Z.R.
Take the gun, Biriba.
-Why, man?
-'Cause I say so.
Take the gun, Biriba.
Check if it's loaded.
Well, it's loaded.
Now, go. Aim at me and shoot.
-Are you high, man?
-All right, let me show you.
Here. Now. Shoot!
Fuck, man, shoot!
Or do you prefer it here, huh?
It's about time we talk, man-to-mouse.
I'm the only one who knows
your little secret from Umuarama.
I caught you red-handed.
If you open your mouth,
I'll be the one telling
whose hand is red.
And who do you think
they're gonna trust, Biriba?
Me, or you?
Who was friends with that rat?
I only see three options here.
Either you shoot me
and the Movement kills you.
Or you continue playing the rebel,
and I kill you.
Or you sign
the fucking paper I gave you,
and you can walk away in one piece.
What's it gonna be?
Do it like you did to that cop.
Or like we did to Salim.
No one will see or hear anything.
Come on, dammit!
You're a genius. Sign on the X. Do it.
And now that we're on the same page,
I'm gonna introduce you
to some first-class guys.
Let's go.
NO SMOKING IN THIS AREA
Hey, you all right, dude?
This is how it goes, man.
Turco owns this theater.
It's one of his business branches.
-Cool.
-I just need you to agree with me.
Cool, bro.
You brought your lapdog to work today?
Ha! He knows that if he steps
out of line, he's done.
Santo is already firing the leaders.
That guy is a fucking idiot,
all bark and no bite.
-Hey, you ready? Let's go.
-Sure.
Good morning, gentlemen.
-I'm sorry I'm late.
-All right. Now that CD is here,
-let's get started, ok?
-Sure.
I'll start reading some numbers, Ok?
Santo, down by 15 per cent.
Bacalhau, minus 28.
CD, minus 42.
Be careful, Bacalhau.
Soon you'll have
a "Joint Venture" in your hood.
-People don't respect anything now.
-No, wait.
I didn't cross anyone, bro.
The Movement authorized it, right?
-Let the guy talk.
-Yeah, I'm gonna talk, man.
I'm tired of this bullshit
called "legal market".
"Legal market" my ass.
Fuck you, man, it's a war.
We have to hit 'em hard, man.
From now on, any weed truck
that crosses my turf,
I'm gonna seize it right away.
And if any shop opens on my turf,
I'm gonna burn it down.
May I?
Please.
Do you know
where I bought this, brothers?
In a newsstand.
By the way, do you know what it is?
This is cheap, good-quality weed,
ready for use.
Damn, brothers,
the world is changing!
We have to change as well, man.
Do you know what we have to do?
Increase security.
Don't you guys see it?
And what about this wave of robberies
in weed shops, brothers?
That's our fucking opportunity there!
We lost our monopoly, that's true.
But tell me,
brothers, who rules the streets?
-Who rules 'em?
-We do, damnit.
Whoever's with us...
is safe.
Whoever isn't...
we cut.
-Dig it?
-What a wonderful speech.
But what about
your unsold brick weed, bro?
Listen, CD.
I respect your point of view,
-but your responsibility is to us.
-I know, man.
So far, I haven't seen you come up
with one solution
for your sales' problems.
And that's why I brought
this kid here.
This is Biriba, my brother-in-law.
He's the shit. Selling brick weed,
he made more than the coke dealers.
He owned them.
And what's he gonna do?
He'll be doing some consulting for me.
In a few days,
I'll give you an update.
Is that right, Biriba?
-Sure, man.
-Sounds good.
But the higher-ups are breathing
down on my neck.
If we don't see the cash
from the unsold weed within a week,
we'll have to figure out another way
to solve that problem, brother.
What other way?
We'll use your shop
to launder money from other ventures.
Man, I know what I'm talking about.
In a week, we'll be coining it in.
Trust me, bro!
Fuck, man, how can you make a promise
like that to those guys, CD?
How are we gonna sell all that shit?
Well, you better turn that shit
into gold real quick, Biriba.
-And quick, 'cause time's flying.
-You're trusting too much on that kid.
-Did you forget his little boyfriend?
-Salim's in the past.
Besides, he knows that if disobeys,
he's done, too.
You're all poetic today, huh?
There's no fucking way we can sell
all of this in one week, bro.
And who said that's everything?
Dude, you guys are trying to screw me.
Don't say that, Biriba.
You're only screwed
if you don't sell all of it.
Good luck.
Fuck, man, are you really gonna roll
that shit without a filter?
I always do it like that.
Didn't you have a shop with those
other guys in Vila Madalena?
-Yeah. Why, man?
-So, did that shit go bust?
Dude, let's talk business.
How're you guys selling this crap?
-Ugh, we're not, man...
-The True Green guys are everywhere.
They've got more drug dens than us.
OK, and how're you dividing this?
-Well, we're cutting it with a saw.
-For real?
We cut it in blocks of five,
ten, twenty, a hundred...
-Well, at least you wash it, right?
-We tried,
but it makes no difference.
That "hair salon" thing of yours
never really worked for us.
We have to make the customers think
they're buying something else.
-Not this crap, dammit!
-How?
Papa-léguas, listen up.
Go to the Grow Shop, I'll give you
a list so you don't forget.
Buy a lot of colored rolling paper,
except green.
But why not green, bro?
-What's the idea?
-The idea, man,
is to compete against True Green.
-Who's gonna name this product?
-Blunt...
Bombshell.
Blunt...
-Olympic Torch?
-Bravo.
Now we just have
to sell this shit, ok?
Blunt...
I can't believe it!
Oh, my goodness.
My boy!
It's so good to hug you!
Hey, no crying.
I'm not crying,
I was just cutting onions, that's all.
-Is dad home?
-No.
-No? And that hair?
-Come on in.
-You like it?
-Love it.
-Hey...
-Oh, I'm sorry. Did I burn you?
Mmm, now it burned my mouth...
-It's good though.
-What's new?
You haven't told me anything
about your life yet.
-Well, I came here to...
-Tell me something!
I came by to see how you were doing,
not to tell you anything.
Well, I'm doing great.
I'm meeting with some friends
that I made during the treatment...
And we sometimes gather here at home,
like, every other day.
To smoke.
You made your group
of pothead friends, huh?
Who would have thought,
Ms. Suzette? Wow.
But the weed...
-Is it bad?
-Next to the one you used to bring...
-Oh, I miss it.
-Yeah, but..
that's over. The shop is gone, now.
Yeah.
What about you, son?
How're you doing?
Do you need anything from me?
So...
some of the items in my costs'
spreadsheet have gotten...
-Hi, Humberto.
-Hi, Humberto.
Ah.
-What's he doing here, mom?
-This is my house, right?
I grew up here, that's my mom,
-you know her?
-My pleasure.
I'm his mom.
You look like a hobo, man.
Oh, Humberto, cut it out, please, OK?
Here, son.
-Just the way you like it.
-Looking for shelter?
-Hey, Vini.
-Here. Eat it.
-You came for shelter, Vini?
-Come on, eat it.
Sorry, mom. I've got some
meetings scheduled, so I can't stay.
-I gotta go.
-You're not eating, sweetheart?
We'll talk more some other time.
-Bye.
-Bye.
-Bye, Humberto. Asshole.
-Yeah, get out, you beggar.
-I already told you!
-Dammit mom.
-What's the problem?
-This was ridiculous.
Hey, Kelly!
-What?
-Come here, quick.
What is it?
-Fuck...
-What?
Fuck, girl.
All my LEDs and my extractors burned.
Everything burned.
We had a short-circuit when
they were installing the new shower.
Maybe that's it.
All this for a shower?
I'm sorry...
Motherfucker, this is a doorbell
and not some tits, asshole!
Hey Argentinian, it's me. Joselo,
open the door!
What the fuck, what did you...
What are you doing with that?
Come in, come in.
And I am Uruguayan, dickhead.
-OK?
-What's the difference, man?
-You all talk alike, bro.
-Put it here, under this light.
What did you do to this girl?
So, my grow room broke down, man.
Nothing's working there.
I also forgot to water it,
so I fucked up.
She's all messed up.
What about all these crooked branches?
No, well, the branches...
I'm doing a stress test, you know?
In the fourteenth week
after sprouting...
I twist them a bit.
Such cruelty!
What cruelty?
The plant is fine, it's looking great.
It was almost blossoming.
Brother, let me ask you a favor, man.
Can I leave it here in your grow room?
Please.
That's the best crossbreed I made.
Her mother is Paloma, you know?
Paloma?
Paloma with what?
A second-gen crossbreed, man.
I used a Mango Kush
and your Blue Dream.
-Do you... remember?
-Yes, I remember.
Congratulations!
Now we have to see...
if it's going to survive.
"See if it is going to survive"?
She has to survive, Joselo.
Did you say 'survive' or 'thrive'?
So stupid...
Damn, is this all cannabis oil, man?
You know this is worth gold, right?
That thing is worth
much more than money.
Each of those flasks means
the wellbeing of my patients.
I see,
but your patients pay you, right?
You've moved to this new house,
and this grow room is huge.
How much is maintenance here?
You know how it works, Biriba?
Here, those with money pay.
Those without it... just take it.
They're my plants, my girls,
my rules.
That flask can mean the difference
between being alive or dead.
Where's my magnifying glass?
What's up Vinie?
You alright, man?
Why did you want
to meet me here, you're leaving?
No, I'm not.
What's with that Argentinian-looking
hair from the 90's?
I don't have time to explain now,
but I'll tell you everything, man.
-It's a long story, man.
-Do you want a sausage?
I know you don't like it,
so I didn't offer.
So, actually, I have to tell you
that I'm coming back to São Paulo.
I need to stay at your place
for some time, 'till I find a place.
Damn, no way, bro...
-Can you hold Fifi for a second?
-Hi, Mrs. Neide.
It's just for a short time, OK?
I'm sorry, bro.
-I'm with a chick, you know?
-When she leaves, I'll bring my stuff.
It's not gonna work out, ok?
It's a romance.
You got a girlfriend, Digão?
-Let's say things are going well.
-I see.
She's a nudist.
-A nudist?
-She's always naked inside the house.
And I get naked,
and you'd have to be naked as well.
-But she's the one who's a nudist.
-But it's like a tribe, man.
OK, sorry. No, but that's fine, man.
It's all good with me, really.
I don't mind it. We'll find a way.
It's gonna be real fun. Ah, here.
-Don't forget your goat.
-Thanks.
Man, we have a cat.
Aren't you allergic?
I am.
I get it.
-And we don't have hot water, you see?
-Yeah.
It's okay. I still have
a few other options. It's cool.
Look, I made this for you, a blunt.
It's for you, you see? Take it.
Thanks.
-You need money, man?
-No, no.
I made some money
with cryptocurrencies...
Keep your crypto coins. Thanks, man.
-I can talk to my dad, if you want.
-Keep your dad as well.
See ya!
Alright, guys. How did it go?
Yo, dude,
this cone shit is going great.
I sold a day
and a half's worth of weed.
-Wait, just that?
-What do you mean just that?
I told them it's flower weed,
but everybody is a gourmet now.
What about you, Piaba?
How much did you sell?
Well, man...
-And what about you, Papa-léguas?
-I sold everything.
Damnit, you're on fire, man! For real.
You just have to offer the combo, man.
-What do you mean, combo?
-Well, I raise the price of the coke,
and say "Well, it's cheaper
with the weed" and they buy both.
That's real smart, you get the burger
and it comes with the fries.
You guys are nuts, man.
Forget that fucking combo thing.
-Come on, take this shit...
-How am I gonna sell this crap?
I don't fucking care.
Get that shit and come with me.
He acts
as if he owned this place, right?
Kelly!
Kelly!
-Put the stuff on the table, please.
-What's that, Junior?
-Where are the cooking pots?
-What do you want them for?
Mom, I need the pots,
Kelly and the kitchen, OK? Please.
-What do you mean?
-Thanks, bros.
-What's up?
-See ya, bye.
Hey, Kelly. You've already extracted
ganja oil once, haven't you?
-Yeah.
-How much we can make with that?
How much do you need?
According to my calculations,
if we manage to make 20 milliliters
with each of these small bags,
we're saved, sis.
What if we don't?
-The sieve, mom.
-What?
The sieve.
Check it out.
So... do you think that's 20?
I dunno, but we have to see
if the alcohol has evaporated.
It's fine.
And if it still had alcohol,
it would have exploded in your face.
I'm sorry, sis.
Start praying.
One, two, three, four...
five,
six, seven, eight,
nine, ten, eleven...
twelve.
-What is wrong with you, William?
-Fuck it, man...
-What was that noise?
-Nothing, mom, we'll clean it up.
Fuck, I hate my life...
Fucking shit.
My life's a living hell.
-Oh, Lord...
-We're fucked!
It didn't work?
Eat this, uncle.
Grandma made it.
Thanks.
Jeez, Amanda, you're a fucking genius!
What's he going to do?
Check this out: a flower,
soaked up in essential oil
and dusted in kief, man!
Do you have any idea what this is?
And the sweet fritter?
Forget the fritter,
this is a cannabis truffle.
-Where are you going?
-I'm gonna do the test drive.
What was that? Sugar?
FLOWERS
Vinicius!
Good news.
The manager will pay you 11 grand.
-Eleven?
-Think it's too much?
Man, come on. Look.
All the parts
in this car are original,
and my dad took care
of this Beetle like a baby.
Yeah, but this baby got old.
It's not running well.
Man, listen, this car is...
you know it's a collector's...
Oh, come on, it's just dust.
Dust doesn't devalue a car.
This is a collector's item,
and it's worth 40 grand, at least.
-You know that.
-Yeah.
Alright, listen.
Let's not waste my time and yours.
Thirty-five,
and we close the deal now.
-Thirty-five, right now?
-Just for you.
No, thanks. See you around.
Thirty!
Come here.
Listen, man. You look like a nice guy.
I'm also a nice guy.
A piece of advice:
if you sell its parts,
you'll make more than that.
How much more?
Oh man, Biriba. That was amazing...
-Cool place, huh?
-I want to show you something.
-Go, go, man!
-You mad, bro?
-What do you want to show me?
-Wait.
Where are we going, man?
You're wanna show me your ass?
-Shut up, man.
-Your father won't see anything.
Biriba, what was that?
Are you crazy, man?
-What the fuck, you're crazy, bro?
-Shut up, Salim.
You're mad? We're going to jail, man.
Come, bro.
You want me to push
your ass upwards, man?
-Ow, my fucking hand!
-Sorry, man.
Come on, go.
Come on princess, hurry up.
-Crazy, huh?
-Fuck, that's amazing, dude.
It's really cool.
Really cool.
I brought something for us.
What, dude?
We walked all the way up here
and you bring me
a limp blunt like that?
-You kidding, man?
-I can smoke it alone, dude.
Hey, dude, you can't even light it.
Let me do it.
No way, dude.
Someone probably forgot a lighter
somewhere around here that we can use.
Yo, come over here, dude. Look!
-Laurinha lives right there, see?
-So what, man?
You never date any chicks,
you're a big wuss.
More like a big wang,
you know, man? For real.
Fuck off, Salim.
But you were right
about something, man...
-What?
-The view is fucking amazing.
Yeah, I love it here,
wish I had come here earlier.
Yeah, I tried to call you,
but you never leave home, bro.
Oh, I got some issues at home, bro.
It's tough.
But tell me...
ain't this the second Joint Venture?
-It is, man. For real.
-Yeah, bro!
Signed "Limp Blunt
-and Big Wang".
-Fuck off, man.
Limp blunt my ass, cut the crap.
Dude, look at what I found
under the "Big Wang" here!
What the fuck, bro?
That's what I call luck.
2ND JOINT VENTURE
-It's looking great, bro.
-Of course. I made it.
MESSAGES RECEIVED
UNKNOWN
LET'S ROLL A BLUNT, B.B.? Z.R.
The person you are trying
to reach is unavailable.
Hey, Biriba!
Come here! Now!
MIDNIGHT, TOMORROW
2ND PICO DA NEBLINA
Fuck, mom. What is that?
You do know I study law, right?
Yeah, yeah, I know that.
And now the attorney
can help me clean this up, right?
Mom, I decided I'm going
to live my friends from college.
What are you talking about, girl?
-You never mentioned that before.
-It'll be better for all of us.
Why do you always make things harder?
Always. Why?
I don't know, mom.
I don't know.
What the fuck, Biriba?
Truffled weed? Where're you gonna
sell that shit, on the train?
Bro, the profit margin
on this stuff is amazing.
Fuck the profit margin, Biriba!
-You're trying to screw me up, right?
-What are you saying, dude?
You're the one who asked me
to turn shit into gold, man.
-That's what I did.
-I really hope you're right.
Or else you'll deal
with the higher ups.
Hey, Grilo. Prepare the display cases.
-This one here's empty.
-Look, the price is $35 per gram, OK?
-Thirty-five?
-And not a single dollar less.
What do you call this shit here?
-Truffle.
-"Truffle" my ass! It's "Asteroid".
-Why?
-Smoke one and you'll see.
I liked it.
Hey, take over for me today.
OK, Kelly?
-Why?
-I'm going to see a friend today.
Djamba, can you talk
to us really quickly?
What do I expect
from the first Cannabis Cup in Brazil?
I hope a Brazilian wins.
I won't be competing, so...
FIRST BRAZILIAN CANNABIS CUP
Well, our chances are almost nil,
zero. Anyway...
I want to congratulate
all those participating.
I really hope this event is seen
as a great celebration,
FIRST BRAZILIAN CANNABIS CUP
but not only as a great celebration.
I hope it is seen
as a sign of the consolidation
-of the Brazilian cannabis market.
-Son of a bitch.
Hey, Djamba, how're you doing, man?
I've got something for you to see.
Djamba!
Haroldo!
-Relax, man.
-What did you call me, brother?
-Haroldo, I know you since way back.
-Hold this here.
You know, I'm a pothead
from the hood, just like you, man.
I wanted to show you this.
This is from Joint Venture,
the shop, you know?
-I created this.
-Joint Venture?
-This one is called Asteroid.
-Cool.
It's a flower,
soaked up in oil, dusted in kief.
Hold this, Apache.
I wanted to see what's your opinion.
And if you could support us,
that would be just great.
-Cool. You're the one who made it?
-Yeah.
-What's your name?
-William.
Yo, brothers and sisters,
this is Djamba speaking, alright?
Listen up. I'm here with William,
from the Joint Venture shop,
and he's selling this stuff here
that is called "Asteroid", OK?
I've got it in my hands,
and I can tell you with confidence...
Smells like garbage, looks
like garbage, the texture is garbage,
So you already know
what this means, right?
Watch out for scammers,
guys, see you, take care.
Fuck, bro, come on. For real.
Do your customers a favor.
Here, hold this...
Throw this shit in the bin.
Hey, Apache, let's hit it.
See ya.
Shoot!
No, Turco.
There won't be any problems.
I told him already.
Fuck, man, shoot it.
It could be worse, man.
It could be me.
Will!
William!
Look at this!
Yo, fam, listen up.
Djamba's speaking.
Today this dude came to show me
some stuff he calls "Asteroid".
I didn't think it was worth shit.
But Apache,
my partner and my brother,
smoked it and look at him.
He's gone, dude!
So I tried this stuff.
And well, I'm going
to be frank with you guys,
fucking shit, bro!
This Asteroid thing
changes the gravity center.
No shit, you got Di-djamba high!
-It's Djamba.
-Whatever, asshole.
He got high.
THIS IS FROM ANOTHER PLANET
WONDERFUL!
IS THE EARTH STILL SPINNING?
I MISS PALOMA HAZE
THIS HAS SOME REAL FLAVOR
REAL HIGH, GREAT VIBE
I knew you'd be famous
one day, Biruide!
Cool little shop you got there, huh?
-Thanks, man. And we're growing.
-I see that!
So tell me something, do you have
the stuff that got Djamba high?
How much do you want?
All you have.
For real? Then,
I'm gonna have to give you a freebie.
Look at that!
-Thanks for the gift.
-Are you ready to enter orbit?
Houston, we don't have a problem.
Who'd have thought, Biriba.
Amazing.
This should be enough
to keep them happy for a while.
Congrats!
Grilo?
Grilo?
Are you in the toilet, man?
Fuck, who left the windows open?
-Are you here, Grilo?
-Listen up!
Put your hands up, slowly.
-Stay chill, bro.
-I'm chill, brother.
-Easy, man.
-Bro, there's no...
Yo, where's the weed, dude?
-I want the large hotdog, please.
-OK, one sec.
-Here you go, man.
-Thanks.
Hey!
Hey!
No!
It's all gone, man.
See? This is our storage.
All gone?
And where's the money, asshole?
There's a brother downstairs,
he's really big with the Movement.
It's best if you guys leave.
-Are you kidding me, motherfucker?
-You think we're playing?
-You think we're clowns, yeah?
-You're both really young.
Lower that gun, you still have time
to get out of here, man.
-Let's tie him down.
-Right.
-Tie him.
-Come on.
Fuck, run!
What the fuck, man? What's up?
-Hey, CD.
-Hey.
What's up, dude?
What're you doing, man?
Put that gun on the floor
and get out of there, real slow...
There's no need for this, man.
So, have you ever heard the saying:
"in the right place
at the right time"?
-Well, you're the exact opposite.
-Man, calm down, CD.
I'm calm, man. Really calm...
-It's a misunderstanding, these
kids... -Kids?
With a shotgun in hand?
-He's already a man.
-Hey, man!
Drop your heat
or I'll kill your friend!
Who told you he's my friend?
Let's be honest.
You screwed up.
Big time.
Let him go,
take your friend here.
He's almost dead, you see?
Take him to the hospital.
And we're good.
Got it?
Do it while I'm still
in a good mood, man. Go.
-Call an ambulance, there's still...
-Shut up!
Easy, easy now. No need to scream.
Calm down.
Chill out, you hear me?
It's alright, man.
Hey, look at me.
Easy, easy.
Let him go, okay?
Your partner needs you.
-Yeah, man.
-Why don't we do this?
We'll both drop our guns. OK?
I'm gonna lower my gun
and you'll lower yours.
OK?
-Breathe, man...
-Got it?
Let my man go,
and it's done, bro. It's all good.
Hey!
Look at me, bro.
Get your friend and get out, OK?
I'm gonna drop my gun
and you drop yours.
We just wanna get outta here, man.
It's fine, man. I get it.
That's it, man.
You did the right thing.
Fuck, man! What was that?
What were these kids doing here?
Look at this!
What the fuck?
Are you really
gonna let the kid suffer?
Fuck, Biriba.
You're so fucking soft-hearted.
Come on, eat some chips.
Dammit.
These guys need to understand
that no one messes with my family.
You know?
They made the wrong choice.
You made the right one.
And if you keep doing
your magic by my side,
your future will be bright, bro.
Let's go, I'll give you a ride.
I need fresh air.
Alright, man.
See you at home.
Carmen, come.
Fuck, man. There's blood everywhere.
The person you...
What's up, my love?
Is it because of Gabi?
I'll be okay.
Of course you will.
And she'll be fine, too.
She needs her freedom, my love.
Come here.
So...
You missed me, right?
Mm.
-Hello.
-Hi. William?
Yeah.
LET'S ROLL A BLUNT, B.B.? Z.R.
TOMORROW, MIDNIGHT
I knew you'd come, brother.
I know how we can get CD.
Get outta that fucking Instagram.
Let's go! It's time.
-Let's go, man.
-Well, I need a crime, you know?
So, are you getting this on tape?
Are you recording?
-Yeah.
-Let's finish this. Kill this idiot.
Fuck, bro.
Jesus, man. Caniço, please...
JOINT VENTURE
ASTEROIDS
-Are you OK?
-Uh-huh.
Are you sure?
Why, I don't look OK?
-What is this called?
-Blue dream.
God, I'm so high, dude!
-About that argument that we had...
-It's okay, man...
Let's forget that shit, Biriba.
William!
-William!
-What's up, sis?
Hey.
-So you're not gonna leave today?
-When this guy leaves.
We're gonna sing happy birthday,
so come.
OK, when he goes home,
I'll go up and talk to mom, all right?
So if he never leaves,
you'll stay in here forever?
Probably.
Fine, so let me go
get you a pillow, OK?
Cause you're stuck in here!
What did you say, Kelly? Hey, Kelly!
Kelly! Hey!
Come back here, Kelly.
Wait! Hey, hey, hey, Kelly!
Hey, sorry, bro!
Hey, Biriba! Biriba, come here!
Hey, folks, this is Biriba.
My brother-in-law, Pescoço's kid.
He chose my shop's name,
you know, man? He's a golden kid.
Look, Biriba, these guys are
all royalty, my broth.
You're Salim's friend?
You mean the late Salim, right?
You were his little boyfriend, right?
Boyfriend my ass... You jerk.
Hey! Listen up, guys.
Listen to Kelly, guys, the first lady!
Listen up, real quick!
I want to take this moment right now
to wish happy birthday
to this wonderful person
that means the world to us,
and that created our family.
Let's hear it for Irene, my mom!
I also want to say thank you to
the one who made this barbecue for us,
and paid
for the meat and the beer... Claudio.
Thank you!
-No, CD. Damn, let me go...
-Come on. Come with me, Biriba.
-Yo, CD!
-I want to thank you for all the love,
and for coming here today to celebrate
my mother-in-law's birthday!
And I also want
to take this opportunity
to share something with you.
From now on,
whoever wants to find me,
this is my new address, OK?
Pescoço's house is
my family's house now, got it?
We're together, fam!
Count on me! Yeah!
Hey, hey. Come here, bro...
Listen, since we're all opening up,
this guy here owes me
almost 200 dollars in child support...
Happy birthday to you!
-Hey, take a pic!
-Happy birthday to you!
-Thanks for the invite.
-Don't mention it, bro. See you.
-Take care, okay?
-Bye bye!
Bye, girls!
Hey, hon. Lovely party, right?
-Mm-hmm.
-Yeah?
-What's up?
-Did you have to announce it that way?
What? I thought it was
all set, my love.
No, it wasn't. I hadn't told anybody.
-Not even to Gabi?
-I was gonna tell her last, OK?
You could have told me that.
You could have asked...
-Okay, sure.
-Hm.
Let's go there...
I'll help you sort this out.
No, I can handle this, okay?
You better go now.
You don't want me to stay today?
Come on, hon...
-Good night.
-Hey.
I was hoping we could cuddle up
together in our new home.
I've been waiting
the whole night for that! Leave?
Are you sure?
You really have no shame, do you?
You got a one-track mind,
you know that?
Huh? Give me a break.
Tomorrow. OK?
-Tomorrow?
-Tomorrow.
Oh, well.
I've waited so long, my princess.
What's another day?
Take care.
We're watching a pretty even match.
Diego lifts the ball near the box.
Nice pass...
Almost in the box.
He kicks on the goal area..
Coming through the middle.
Wilson shows up.
He nutmegs the defender...
You weren't gonna tell me, mom?
-I thought you already knew it.
-I still can't believe it.
Ugh, you're making
a big fuss over nothing.
This is still my family.
This is my house, isn't it?
Of course it is, Junior.
But not everyone is against you.
Things are improving for us,
everything's better now.
Look at this gift I got from CD,
an automatic insulin pump.
You no longer have
to give me insulin injections, son.
-It's great.
-And he bought you with a few gifts?
No, son, but just think a little bit.
Look at our house.
Did you see
how many people were here today?
Everybody respects us now.
Like when your dad was alive.
You want water, Amanda?
Guys, I was gonna tell you,
but I had no time today.
Listen, sis,
why did you bring a guy like that
to our house?
Didn't you say he disgusted you?
Come on, tell us!
You really want me to tell you?
Drink the water, Amanda.
I brought him, I brought him here
because this is my house, too.
At least
the last time I checked it was.
Yeah, but we don't even know
who he is, mom.
He's your dad, Gabriela.
You know, William,
before you go on with that,
I want everybody to listen to this:
I'm with him 'cause I want, OK?
I chose him.
And I'm happy. For the first time
I'm putting myself first,
for the first time I have a real job.
Did you see the place I got for us
to produce the derivatives? Did you?
It's fine, Kelly. I appreciate it, OK?
I know I don't have the right
to ask anything else from you.
But you can't force me to feel happy
about living with that guy here.
I'm sorry.
Bye, mom. Happy birthday.
Oh, Kelly...
Hey, bros, this is Djamba speaking!
Okay, so listen up, brothers.
Today we're gonna do some tests.
I have a hash here,
take a look at this.
Hash Magneto Honey Crystal.
Forty bucks per gram in the market.
We're gonna do a test
so you see what I'm talking about.
Look, the smell's coming.
You get it?
You gotta be kidding me, man!
You see? This shit's no good,
it's full of impurities.
Look at that dude! This man's nuts.
Nico, who's the weirdo?
-You don't know who this guy is?
-No, so what?
-That's Djamba, bro.
-What Djamba?
He's won over 15 Cannabis Cups.
-Is he Brazilian?
-Yeah, he's from the East town.
But no one's ever seen his face.
-Damn, man...
-That's dope, right? He's badass.
-Uh, Nico...
-Huh?
Is it Djamba, or D.J. Amba?
-D.J.? Seriously?
-It could be.
Are you high? It's Djamba.
Where did you get that from, bro?
It's like that guy, remember?
That American guy that we saw on TV.
What American?
What're you talking about?
Damn, that Dr. E, bro.
-Doctor E?
-Yeah, exactly!
Its Doctor Dre! Fuckhead!
You should quit smoking weed,
it's rotting your brain.
I'm telling you for real, dude.
It's no joke.
-And don't say I didn't warn you.
-Fuck off.
There they are.
The truck's here, man.
All right, listen to me, dude.
Let's wait for them to unload.
-Then we go in, okay?
-Yeah, okay.
Are you talking to me, dude?
-What the fuck?
-So now you think
you can talk to me...
Cause there ain't nobody here
-so you gotta be talking to me.
-Xandão, what the fuck?
So who the hell do you think you are
to talk to me like that?
Cool. You're rehearsing?
Well, let me do the talking.
-Cool? Let's go, bro.
-Sure. Cool.
-Go, go!
-OK.
-Everyone hit the floor!
-Everyone hit the floor!
-Look at me and I'll pop your ass.
-He'll do it!
Well said.
Put the heat on the counter
and hit the floor, bro.
Real slow.
Shit, bro...
Go, go.
Count to 30
and then we'll see what we do, got it?
Alright, move, move!
Move, damnit!
CASH REGISTER
I hate people who don't respect
other people's work, man.
-Motherfuckers, man...
-No shit.
That ain't right, bro.
What do we do now?
Good morning, my man!
Did you argue with your wife, homie?
Hey, take a look
at the last shipping we got.
Dammit.
Who the fuck produced this shit, man?
-Did they water it with diarrhea?
-CD said this was good, bro.
It's a dude from the Movement
that grows it.
-We have to support our bros.
-Hey, CD.
Come here, I need to talk to you, man.
Biriba, as far as I'm concerned,
everything's fine,
-sort this out with your sister later.
-My sis? I mean, about the shop.
Bro, the Joint needs
a new supplier, man.
There's no way we can sell
this garbage Grilo brings to us.
We need to know
the stuff we're selling, bro.
We don't even have a spectrometer.
If an inspector comes, we're fucked.
-Spectro-what?
-Spectrometer.
To know what our ganja's made of.
-Sign this, here.
-What's that?
-Nothing you need to know.
-I'm giving you rights of attorney?
Are you nuts?
That ain't gonna fly, man.
Really? And since when do you decide
what flies or not around here, boy?
It's about time
we have a serious talk, kid.
Are you coming?
That goes in the living room, please.
Hey, mom, all that stuff
is not gonna fit in here.
Oh, yes, it will.
Eat your food and watch your cartoons.
You can leave this here, OK?
In this little corridor here.
I'll sort it, I'll sort it later.
Good morning.
Eat your bread.
Excuse me.
Oh! By the way, Gabi,
how about we swap rooms, huh?
You and Amanda move to my room. Hmm?
-You like the idea, I know.
-No fucking way, mom.
Watch your language, girl.
You know, your room is bigger
and closer to the bathroom.
-Help your mom.
-He'd be in jail with one call...
What did you say?
What did you say, Gabriela?
Stop acting like a kid
'cause not even a real kid is worried.
This guy's gonna turn
our lives into chaos, mom,
-only you can't see it.
-Are you seeing any chaos here?
Ouch! Hey, Miss Kelly...
The new shower has shorted.
-Bravo! Fucking shit...
-Mom, watch your language.
Eat your fruit.
UNKNOWN
LET'S ROLL A BLUNT B.B.? Z.R.
Take the gun, Biriba.
-Why, man?
-'Cause I say so.
Take the gun, Biriba.
Check if it's loaded.
Well, it's loaded.
Now, go. Aim at me and shoot.
-Are you high, man?
-All right, let me show you.
Here. Now. Shoot!
Fuck, man, shoot!
Or do you prefer it here, huh?
It's about time we talk, man-to-mouse.
I'm the only one who knows
your little secret from Umuarama.
I caught you red-handed.
If you open your mouth,
I'll be the one telling
whose hand is red.
And who do you think
they're gonna trust, Biriba?
Me, or you?
Who was friends with that rat?
I only see three options here.
Either you shoot me
and the Movement kills you.
Or you continue playing the rebel,
and I kill you.
Or you sign
the fucking paper I gave you,
and you can walk away in one piece.
What's it gonna be?
Do it like you did to that cop.
Or like we did to Salim.
No one will see or hear anything.
Come on, dammit!
You're a genius. Sign on the X. Do it.
And now that we're on the same page,
I'm gonna introduce you
to some first-class guys.
Let's go.
NO SMOKING IN THIS AREA
Hey, you all right, dude?
This is how it goes, man.
Turco owns this theater.
It's one of his business branches.
-Cool.
-I just need you to agree with me.
Cool, bro.
You brought your lapdog to work today?
Ha! He knows that if he steps
out of line, he's done.
Santo is already firing the leaders.
That guy is a fucking idiot,
all bark and no bite.
-Hey, you ready? Let's go.
-Sure.
Good morning, gentlemen.
-I'm sorry I'm late.
-All right. Now that CD is here,
-let's get started, ok?
-Sure.
I'll start reading some numbers, Ok?
Santo, down by 15 per cent.
Bacalhau, minus 28.
CD, minus 42.
Be careful, Bacalhau.
Soon you'll have
a "Joint Venture" in your hood.
-People don't respect anything now.
-No, wait.
I didn't cross anyone, bro.
The Movement authorized it, right?
-Let the guy talk.
-Yeah, I'm gonna talk, man.
I'm tired of this bullshit
called "legal market".
"Legal market" my ass.
Fuck you, man, it's a war.
We have to hit 'em hard, man.
From now on, any weed truck
that crosses my turf,
I'm gonna seize it right away.
And if any shop opens on my turf,
I'm gonna burn it down.
May I?
Please.
Do you know
where I bought this, brothers?
In a newsstand.
By the way, do you know what it is?
This is cheap, good-quality weed,
ready for use.
Damn, brothers,
the world is changing!
We have to change as well, man.
Do you know what we have to do?
Increase security.
Don't you guys see it?
And what about this wave of robberies
in weed shops, brothers?
That's our fucking opportunity there!
We lost our monopoly, that's true.
But tell me,
brothers, who rules the streets?
-Who rules 'em?
-We do, damnit.
Whoever's with us...
is safe.
Whoever isn't...
we cut.
-Dig it?
-What a wonderful speech.
But what about
your unsold brick weed, bro?
Listen, CD.
I respect your point of view,
-but your responsibility is to us.
-I know, man.
So far, I haven't seen you come up
with one solution
for your sales' problems.
And that's why I brought
this kid here.
This is Biriba, my brother-in-law.
He's the shit. Selling brick weed,
he made more than the coke dealers.
He owned them.
And what's he gonna do?
He'll be doing some consulting for me.
In a few days,
I'll give you an update.
Is that right, Biriba?
-Sure, man.
-Sounds good.
But the higher-ups are breathing
down on my neck.
If we don't see the cash
from the unsold weed within a week,
we'll have to figure out another way
to solve that problem, brother.
What other way?
We'll use your shop
to launder money from other ventures.
Man, I know what I'm talking about.
In a week, we'll be coining it in.
Trust me, bro!
Fuck, man, how can you make a promise
like that to those guys, CD?
How are we gonna sell all that shit?
Well, you better turn that shit
into gold real quick, Biriba.
-And quick, 'cause time's flying.
-You're trusting too much on that kid.
-Did you forget his little boyfriend?
-Salim's in the past.
Besides, he knows that if disobeys,
he's done, too.
You're all poetic today, huh?
There's no fucking way we can sell
all of this in one week, bro.
And who said that's everything?
Dude, you guys are trying to screw me.
Don't say that, Biriba.
You're only screwed
if you don't sell all of it.
Good luck.
Fuck, man, are you really gonna roll
that shit without a filter?
I always do it like that.
Didn't you have a shop with those
other guys in Vila Madalena?
-Yeah. Why, man?
-So, did that shit go bust?
Dude, let's talk business.
How're you guys selling this crap?
-Ugh, we're not, man...
-The True Green guys are everywhere.
They've got more drug dens than us.
OK, and how're you dividing this?
-Well, we're cutting it with a saw.
-For real?
We cut it in blocks of five,
ten, twenty, a hundred...
-Well, at least you wash it, right?
-We tried,
but it makes no difference.
That "hair salon" thing of yours
never really worked for us.
We have to make the customers think
they're buying something else.
-Not this crap, dammit!
-How?
Papa-léguas, listen up.
Go to the Grow Shop, I'll give you
a list so you don't forget.
Buy a lot of colored rolling paper,
except green.
But why not green, bro?
-What's the idea?
-The idea, man,
is to compete against True Green.
-Who's gonna name this product?
-Blunt...
Bombshell.
Blunt...
-Olympic Torch?
-Bravo.
Now we just have
to sell this shit, ok?
Blunt...
I can't believe it!
Oh, my goodness.
My boy!
It's so good to hug you!
Hey, no crying.
I'm not crying,
I was just cutting onions, that's all.
-Is dad home?
-No.
-No? And that hair?
-Come on in.
-You like it?
-Love it.
-Hey...
-Oh, I'm sorry. Did I burn you?
Mmm, now it burned my mouth...
-It's good though.
-What's new?
You haven't told me anything
about your life yet.
-Well, I came here to...
-Tell me something!
I came by to see how you were doing,
not to tell you anything.
Well, I'm doing great.
I'm meeting with some friends
that I made during the treatment...
And we sometimes gather here at home,
like, every other day.
To smoke.
You made your group
of pothead friends, huh?
Who would have thought,
Ms. Suzette? Wow.
But the weed...
-Is it bad?
-Next to the one you used to bring...
-Oh, I miss it.
-Yeah, but..
that's over. The shop is gone, now.
Yeah.
What about you, son?
How're you doing?
Do you need anything from me?
So...
some of the items in my costs'
spreadsheet have gotten...
-Hi, Humberto.
-Hi, Humberto.
Ah.
-What's he doing here, mom?
-This is my house, right?
I grew up here, that's my mom,
-you know her?
-My pleasure.
I'm his mom.
You look like a hobo, man.
Oh, Humberto, cut it out, please, OK?
Here, son.
-Just the way you like it.
-Looking for shelter?
-Hey, Vini.
-Here. Eat it.
-You came for shelter, Vini?
-Come on, eat it.
Sorry, mom. I've got some
meetings scheduled, so I can't stay.
-I gotta go.
-You're not eating, sweetheart?
We'll talk more some other time.
-Bye.
-Bye.
-Bye, Humberto. Asshole.
-Yeah, get out, you beggar.
-I already told you!
-Dammit mom.
-What's the problem?
-This was ridiculous.
Hey, Kelly!
-What?
-Come here, quick.
What is it?
-Fuck...
-What?
Fuck, girl.
All my LEDs and my extractors burned.
Everything burned.
We had a short-circuit when
they were installing the new shower.
Maybe that's it.
All this for a shower?
I'm sorry...
Motherfucker, this is a doorbell
and not some tits, asshole!
Hey Argentinian, it's me. Joselo,
open the door!
What the fuck, what did you...
What are you doing with that?
Come in, come in.
And I am Uruguayan, dickhead.
-OK?
-What's the difference, man?
-You all talk alike, bro.
-Put it here, under this light.
What did you do to this girl?
So, my grow room broke down, man.
Nothing's working there.
I also forgot to water it,
so I fucked up.
She's all messed up.
What about all these crooked branches?
No, well, the branches...
I'm doing a stress test, you know?
In the fourteenth week
after sprouting...
I twist them a bit.
Such cruelty!
What cruelty?
The plant is fine, it's looking great.
It was almost blossoming.
Brother, let me ask you a favor, man.
Can I leave it here in your grow room?
Please.
That's the best crossbreed I made.
Her mother is Paloma, you know?
Paloma?
Paloma with what?
A second-gen crossbreed, man.
I used a Mango Kush
and your Blue Dream.
-Do you... remember?
-Yes, I remember.
Congratulations!
Now we have to see...
if it's going to survive.
"See if it is going to survive"?
She has to survive, Joselo.
Did you say 'survive' or 'thrive'?
So stupid...
Damn, is this all cannabis oil, man?
You know this is worth gold, right?
That thing is worth
much more than money.
Each of those flasks means
the wellbeing of my patients.
I see,
but your patients pay you, right?
You've moved to this new house,
and this grow room is huge.
How much is maintenance here?
You know how it works, Biriba?
Here, those with money pay.
Those without it... just take it.
They're my plants, my girls,
my rules.
That flask can mean the difference
between being alive or dead.
Where's my magnifying glass?
What's up Vinie?
You alright, man?
Why did you want
to meet me here, you're leaving?
No, I'm not.
What's with that Argentinian-looking
hair from the 90's?
I don't have time to explain now,
but I'll tell you everything, man.
-It's a long story, man.
-Do you want a sausage?
I know you don't like it,
so I didn't offer.
So, actually, I have to tell you
that I'm coming back to São Paulo.
I need to stay at your place
for some time, 'till I find a place.
Damn, no way, bro...
-Can you hold Fifi for a second?
-Hi, Mrs. Neide.
It's just for a short time, OK?
I'm sorry, bro.
-I'm with a chick, you know?
-When she leaves, I'll bring my stuff.
It's not gonna work out, ok?
It's a romance.
You got a girlfriend, Digão?
-Let's say things are going well.
-I see.
She's a nudist.
-A nudist?
-She's always naked inside the house.
And I get naked,
and you'd have to be naked as well.
-But she's the one who's a nudist.
-But it's like a tribe, man.
OK, sorry. No, but that's fine, man.
It's all good with me, really.
I don't mind it. We'll find a way.
It's gonna be real fun. Ah, here.
-Don't forget your goat.
-Thanks.
Man, we have a cat.
Aren't you allergic?
I am.
I get it.
-And we don't have hot water, you see?
-Yeah.
It's okay. I still have
a few other options. It's cool.
Look, I made this for you, a blunt.
It's for you, you see? Take it.
Thanks.
-You need money, man?
-No, no.
I made some money
with cryptocurrencies...
Keep your crypto coins. Thanks, man.
-I can talk to my dad, if you want.
-Keep your dad as well.
See ya!
Alright, guys. How did it go?
Yo, dude,
this cone shit is going great.
I sold a day
and a half's worth of weed.
-Wait, just that?
-What do you mean just that?
I told them it's flower weed,
but everybody is a gourmet now.
What about you, Piaba?
How much did you sell?
Well, man...
-And what about you, Papa-léguas?
-I sold everything.
Damnit, you're on fire, man! For real.
You just have to offer the combo, man.
-What do you mean, combo?
-Well, I raise the price of the coke,
and say "Well, it's cheaper
with the weed" and they buy both.
That's real smart, you get the burger
and it comes with the fries.
You guys are nuts, man.
Forget that fucking combo thing.
-Come on, take this shit...
-How am I gonna sell this crap?
I don't fucking care.
Get that shit and come with me.
He acts
as if he owned this place, right?
Kelly!
Kelly!
-Put the stuff on the table, please.
-What's that, Junior?
-Where are the cooking pots?
-What do you want them for?
Mom, I need the pots,
Kelly and the kitchen, OK? Please.
-What do you mean?
-Thanks, bros.
-What's up?
-See ya, bye.
Hey, Kelly. You've already extracted
ganja oil once, haven't you?
-Yeah.
-How much we can make with that?
How much do you need?
According to my calculations,
if we manage to make 20 milliliters
with each of these small bags,
we're saved, sis.
What if we don't?
-The sieve, mom.
-What?
The sieve.
Check it out.
So... do you think that's 20?
I dunno, but we have to see
if the alcohol has evaporated.
It's fine.
And if it still had alcohol,
it would have exploded in your face.
I'm sorry, sis.
Start praying.
One, two, three, four...
five,
six, seven, eight,
nine, ten, eleven...
twelve.
-What is wrong with you, William?
-Fuck it, man...
-What was that noise?
-Nothing, mom, we'll clean it up.
Fuck, I hate my life...
Fucking shit.
My life's a living hell.
-Oh, Lord...
-We're fucked!
It didn't work?
Eat this, uncle.
Grandma made it.
Thanks.
Jeez, Amanda, you're a fucking genius!
What's he going to do?
Check this out: a flower,
soaked up in essential oil
and dusted in kief, man!
Do you have any idea what this is?
And the sweet fritter?
Forget the fritter,
this is a cannabis truffle.
-Where are you going?
-I'm gonna do the test drive.
What was that? Sugar?
FLOWERS
Vinicius!
Good news.
The manager will pay you 11 grand.
-Eleven?
-Think it's too much?
Man, come on. Look.
All the parts
in this car are original,
and my dad took care
of this Beetle like a baby.
Yeah, but this baby got old.
It's not running well.
Man, listen, this car is...
you know it's a collector's...
Oh, come on, it's just dust.
Dust doesn't devalue a car.
This is a collector's item,
and it's worth 40 grand, at least.
-You know that.
-Yeah.
Alright, listen.
Let's not waste my time and yours.
Thirty-five,
and we close the deal now.
-Thirty-five, right now?
-Just for you.
No, thanks. See you around.
Thirty!
Come here.
Listen, man. You look like a nice guy.
I'm also a nice guy.
A piece of advice:
if you sell its parts,
you'll make more than that.
How much more?
Oh man, Biriba. That was amazing...
-Cool place, huh?
-I want to show you something.
-Go, go, man!
-You mad, bro?
-What do you want to show me?
-Wait.
Where are we going, man?
You're wanna show me your ass?
-Shut up, man.
-Your father won't see anything.
Biriba, what was that?
Are you crazy, man?
-What the fuck, you're crazy, bro?
-Shut up, Salim.
You're mad? We're going to jail, man.
Come, bro.
You want me to push
your ass upwards, man?
-Ow, my fucking hand!
-Sorry, man.
Come on, go.
Come on princess, hurry up.
-Crazy, huh?
-Fuck, that's amazing, dude.
It's really cool.
Really cool.
I brought something for us.
What, dude?
We walked all the way up here
and you bring me
a limp blunt like that?
-You kidding, man?
-I can smoke it alone, dude.
Hey, dude, you can't even light it.
Let me do it.
No way, dude.
Someone probably forgot a lighter
somewhere around here that we can use.
Yo, come over here, dude. Look!
-Laurinha lives right there, see?
-So what, man?
You never date any chicks,
you're a big wuss.
More like a big wang,
you know, man? For real.
Fuck off, Salim.
But you were right
about something, man...
-What?
-The view is fucking amazing.
Yeah, I love it here,
wish I had come here earlier.
Yeah, I tried to call you,
but you never leave home, bro.
Oh, I got some issues at home, bro.
It's tough.
But tell me...
ain't this the second Joint Venture?
-It is, man. For real.
-Yeah, bro!
Signed "Limp Blunt
-and Big Wang".
-Fuck off, man.
Limp blunt my ass, cut the crap.
Dude, look at what I found
under the "Big Wang" here!
What the fuck, bro?
That's what I call luck.
2ND JOINT VENTURE
-It's looking great, bro.
-Of course. I made it.
MESSAGES RECEIVED
UNKNOWN
LET'S ROLL A BLUNT, B.B.? Z.R.
The person you are trying
to reach is unavailable.
Hey, Biriba!
Come here! Now!
MIDNIGHT, TOMORROW
2ND PICO DA NEBLINA
Fuck, mom. What is that?
You do know I study law, right?
Yeah, yeah, I know that.
And now the attorney
can help me clean this up, right?
Mom, I decided I'm going
to live my friends from college.
What are you talking about, girl?
-You never mentioned that before.
-It'll be better for all of us.
Why do you always make things harder?
Always. Why?
I don't know, mom.
I don't know.
What the fuck, Biriba?
Truffled weed? Where're you gonna
sell that shit, on the train?
Bro, the profit margin
on this stuff is amazing.
Fuck the profit margin, Biriba!
-You're trying to screw me up, right?
-What are you saying, dude?
You're the one who asked me
to turn shit into gold, man.
-That's what I did.
-I really hope you're right.
Or else you'll deal
with the higher ups.
Hey, Grilo. Prepare the display cases.
-This one here's empty.
-Look, the price is $35 per gram, OK?
-Thirty-five?
-And not a single dollar less.
What do you call this shit here?
-Truffle.
-"Truffle" my ass! It's "Asteroid".
-Why?
-Smoke one and you'll see.
I liked it.
Hey, take over for me today.
OK, Kelly?
-Why?
-I'm going to see a friend today.
Djamba, can you talk
to us really quickly?
What do I expect
from the first Cannabis Cup in Brazil?
I hope a Brazilian wins.
I won't be competing, so...
FIRST BRAZILIAN CANNABIS CUP
Well, our chances are almost nil,
zero. Anyway...
I want to congratulate
all those participating.
I really hope this event is seen
as a great celebration,
FIRST BRAZILIAN CANNABIS CUP
but not only as a great celebration.
I hope it is seen
as a sign of the consolidation
-of the Brazilian cannabis market.
-Son of a bitch.
Hey, Djamba, how're you doing, man?
I've got something for you to see.
Djamba!
Haroldo!
-Relax, man.
-What did you call me, brother?
-Haroldo, I know you since way back.
-Hold this here.
You know, I'm a pothead
from the hood, just like you, man.
I wanted to show you this.
This is from Joint Venture,
the shop, you know?
-I created this.
-Joint Venture?
-This one is called Asteroid.
-Cool.
It's a flower,
soaked up in oil, dusted in kief.
Hold this, Apache.
I wanted to see what's your opinion.
And if you could support us,
that would be just great.
-Cool. You're the one who made it?
-Yeah.
-What's your name?
-William.
Yo, brothers and sisters,
this is Djamba speaking, alright?
Listen up. I'm here with William,
from the Joint Venture shop,
and he's selling this stuff here
that is called "Asteroid", OK?
I've got it in my hands,
and I can tell you with confidence...
Smells like garbage, looks
like garbage, the texture is garbage,
So you already know
what this means, right?
Watch out for scammers,
guys, see you, take care.
Fuck, bro, come on. For real.
Do your customers a favor.
Here, hold this...
Throw this shit in the bin.
Hey, Apache, let's hit it.
See ya.
Shoot!
No, Turco.
There won't be any problems.
I told him already.
Fuck, man, shoot it.
It could be worse, man.
It could be me.
Will!
William!
Look at this!
Yo, fam, listen up.
Djamba's speaking.
Today this dude came to show me
some stuff he calls "Asteroid".
I didn't think it was worth shit.
But Apache,
my partner and my brother,
smoked it and look at him.
He's gone, dude!
So I tried this stuff.
And well, I'm going
to be frank with you guys,
fucking shit, bro!
This Asteroid thing
changes the gravity center.
No shit, you got Di-djamba high!
-It's Djamba.
-Whatever, asshole.
He got high.
THIS IS FROM ANOTHER PLANET
WONDERFUL!
IS THE EARTH STILL SPINNING?
I MISS PALOMA HAZE
THIS HAS SOME REAL FLAVOR
REAL HIGH, GREAT VIBE
I knew you'd be famous
one day, Biruide!
Cool little shop you got there, huh?
-Thanks, man. And we're growing.
-I see that!
So tell me something, do you have
the stuff that got Djamba high?
How much do you want?
All you have.
For real? Then,
I'm gonna have to give you a freebie.
Look at that!
-Thanks for the gift.
-Are you ready to enter orbit?
Houston, we don't have a problem.
Who'd have thought, Biriba.
Amazing.
This should be enough
to keep them happy for a while.
Congrats!
Grilo?
Grilo?
Are you in the toilet, man?
Fuck, who left the windows open?
-Are you here, Grilo?
-Listen up!
Put your hands up, slowly.
-Stay chill, bro.
-I'm chill, brother.
-Easy, man.
-Bro, there's no...
Yo, where's the weed, dude?
-I want the large hotdog, please.
-OK, one sec.
-Here you go, man.
-Thanks.
Hey!
Hey!
No!
It's all gone, man.
See? This is our storage.
All gone?
And where's the money, asshole?
There's a brother downstairs,
he's really big with the Movement.
It's best if you guys leave.
-Are you kidding me, motherfucker?
-You think we're playing?
-You think we're clowns, yeah?
-You're both really young.
Lower that gun, you still have time
to get out of here, man.
-Let's tie him down.
-Right.
-Tie him.
-Come on.
Fuck, run!
What the fuck, man? What's up?
-Hey, CD.
-Hey.
What's up, dude?
What're you doing, man?
Put that gun on the floor
and get out of there, real slow...
There's no need for this, man.
So, have you ever heard the saying:
"in the right place
at the right time"?
-Well, you're the exact opposite.
-Man, calm down, CD.
I'm calm, man. Really calm...
-It's a misunderstanding, these
kids... -Kids?
With a shotgun in hand?
-He's already a man.
-Hey, man!
Drop your heat
or I'll kill your friend!
Who told you he's my friend?
Let's be honest.
You screwed up.
Big time.
Let him go,
take your friend here.
He's almost dead, you see?
Take him to the hospital.
And we're good.
Got it?
Do it while I'm still
in a good mood, man. Go.
-Call an ambulance, there's still...
-Shut up!
Easy, easy now. No need to scream.
Calm down.
Chill out, you hear me?
It's alright, man.
Hey, look at me.
Easy, easy.
Let him go, okay?
Your partner needs you.
-Yeah, man.
-Why don't we do this?
We'll both drop our guns. OK?
I'm gonna lower my gun
and you'll lower yours.
OK?
-Breathe, man...
-Got it?
Let my man go,
and it's done, bro. It's all good.
Hey!
Look at me, bro.
Get your friend and get out, OK?
I'm gonna drop my gun
and you drop yours.
We just wanna get outta here, man.
It's fine, man. I get it.
That's it, man.
You did the right thing.
Fuck, man! What was that?
What were these kids doing here?
Look at this!
What the fuck?
Are you really
gonna let the kid suffer?
Fuck, Biriba.
You're so fucking soft-hearted.
Come on, eat some chips.
Dammit.
These guys need to understand
that no one messes with my family.
You know?
They made the wrong choice.
You made the right one.
And if you keep doing
your magic by my side,
your future will be bright, bro.
Let's go, I'll give you a ride.
I need fresh air.
Alright, man.
See you at home.
Carmen, come.
Fuck, man. There's blood everywhere.
The person you...
What's up, my love?
Is it because of Gabi?
I'll be okay.
Of course you will.
And she'll be fine, too.
She needs her freedom, my love.
Come here.
So...
You missed me, right?
Mm.
-Hello.
-Hi. William?
Yeah.
LET'S ROLL A BLUNT, B.B.? Z.R.
TOMORROW, MIDNIGHT
I knew you'd come, brother.
I know how we can get CD.