Joint Venture (2019–…): Season 2, Episode 3 - Nem tudo são flores - full transcript
-Here, look.
-Finally, Stephany!
-Did you get that from your brother?
-I got it from a friend!
What friend?
Don't tell me you're involved
with Claudio again.
Of course not, Stephany.
I want nothing from CD.
Kelly!
I'm leaving. You want a ride?
No, thanks. It's too early.
Two in the morning is early?
Are you keeping tabs on me?
Get in. I'll take you home.
How will you get back?
I'll figure it out.
No, let's go. Hop in...
If it starts,
I'll let you take me home.
-Well... Maybe next time.
-Fuck.
Sure...
JOINT VENTURE
IT'S NOT ALL FLOWERS
I'm leaving now, Carmen.
-I'll be right there.
-So?
-Okay, sure thing.
-Claudio, so...?
OK, great. Bye.
Babe, everything's okay.
The store's okay, your brother, too.
Everything's okay.
The problem is with Starjoints.
I'm going to the factory this morning,
also because it's closer
to pick up Stephany in Santana.
Stephany who, Kelly?
Cissa.
Remember her?
She's being freed from prison today.
Oh, cool.
Freedom. I never understood
why you call each other Stephany.
It's a joke.
It's because of that music video.
I'm beautiful
Unique
Remember?
Nevermind. You won't.
What are you doing?
I'm calling a car.
-Let me take care of that, babe.
-Oh, no.
For the love of God don't you
call Carmen. Just forget her, okay?
What's that?
It's yours.
-What?
-I hope you like the color.
Is this for real?
Do you really think I'd be joking
with something like this?
-It's mine?
-Yeah.
My God, babe!
-I can't believe it! Is it mine?
-It's yours.
-Oh, the keys!
-Here.
Drive carefully, okay?
It's red!
Hey.
After crossing those gates,
the only thing on your mind
should be drinking a cold beer.
Trust me on that. Give me a call
if you need anything.
Bye.
"When the police arrived at the store,
the scene was one
of complete destruction.
The whole group opened fire
at the storefront.
Two employees were inside the store".
Fuck me.
That's heavy stuff, bro.
Listen. "Fortunately,
they were on the second floor and,
for this reason,
they weren't injured".
It's just like in the movies, huh?
Ain't that so, ma'am?
I thought the same thing.
I'm sorry, am I interrupting?
No, of course not. Come on in.
-"The perpetrators...
-I'll show you around.
fled without taking the stash,
although all of it was ransacked
by residents of the..."
Yo, Grilo. Vini needs
your help upstairs, man.
-What about the e-store?
-I'll take care of that.
Go see what Vini needs.
Okay, boss.
Thank you.
Oumuama.
Umuarama?
No, it's Oumuama.
The asteroids, you could call
them Oumuama because of the asteroid
called Oumuama, you know?
-No.
-No?
Well, it's like
this huge rock, kinda flat,
that is travelling around space,
No one knows from where it came,
where it's going...
- That's trippy...
- Yeah, it's trippy. Some people think
it's a spaceship, you know?
Are you looking for anything specific?
Seventy percent indica,
30 percent sativa...
Less that 20 percent THC
because I have to remain
a functional human being.
And if it has the best scent I've
ever smelled, I won't complain.
And will that be all?
-Listen, I don't have 70-30, but...
-Okay.
I have this one here.
It's a sort of hybrid. Fifty-fifty.
So it is half sativa, half indica.
It's the Ice Cream Kush. On sale,
-Sixty five reais a gram.
-It's named after a dessert.
-Yeah, it's kinda sweet at the end...
-Yeah.
Hey, you're tall, aren't you?
You're taller than I thought.
-Yeah?
-It's just that you're famous,
you got Djamba high and stuff. Anyway,
that's why I'm telling you
that you're tall,
-I'm not stalking you or anything.
-No problem.
-It's cool, relax.
-I'm just.. you know?
I'm going to go get someone
-to come take care of you, okay?
-You know what?
As soon as you have what I want,
you can just give me a call.
Sound good?
Ana, that's me.
-Sounds good.
-Your pen.
-Thanks.
-See ya.
Hey, so what the fuck went on
at Starjoints, bro?
Good morning to you, too, Biriba.
-Morning...
-Was it you?
No, it wasn't me.
Where's Vinicius? Is he awake?
Why did you send me there
to talk to the owner?
Biriba, I'll say this again.
I had nothing to do with it.
I want to know as much as you
who's to blame.
What the fuck, bro?
For Christ's sake, bro.
If the police comes here,
they're gonna fuck us up, man.
The store is irregular, man.
We should have
at least one legal supplier.
Let me handle that, bro.
Well, if that makes you happy,
do it. But you're going with Carmen.
Wait, Carmen? No, man.
I don't want her involved.
I'll do this myself.
No, you won't, Biriba.
If you're going to change suppliers,
it involves the store.
And if it involves the store,
it's my business.
Yo...
-I wanna meet your father.
-My father?
It's a big ask. My family's very busy.
Why do you want him?
It's none of your business.
No, well...
If you told me,
it would be easier...
Vinicius, I don't want
a dinner date with your father.
What I really want is
to casually bump into him, okay?
And if you can't do that,
you shouldn't even be here doing this.
- What day is it?
- Today's Thursday.
-He must be at the Ascoli.
-Ascoli?
-What the fuck is that?
-It's a members-only club.
And do you think
you can get me in there?
Yeah, sure.
Okay, let's go.
Now?
Mr. Claudio!
Salim.
Salim?
Bacalhau is waiting
for you outside, bro.
What?
Bacalhau is waiting
for you outside, it's up front.
Hi.
I changed the photo.
That was it, right?
-It was.
-Great.
Are you keeping an eye on CD, bro?
Trust me, dude.
If that guy gets suspicious again...
Salim.
Just worry about your friend
and the thieving, okay?
Go. Get out.
Hey!
You should take advantage
of this wonderful resort
and get some sleep, you look awful.
We'll talk later,
I'm sort of busy now.
All right, good. Bye.
Hey, Vini, come on, spit it out.
How do I approach your father?
Tell me.
Do I give him a business card?
-No...
-Spit it out.
No card. Absolutely not.
No serious dealer
gives out business cards.
And...
Be careful not to use...
your usual tone, okay?
Well, it's just that sometimes
you come across
as a little aggressive.
Right...
What does your dad drink?
Martini...
...but stirred, not shaken.
"James Bond was wrong," he says.
What else? Go on. What else?
I don't know. He's an old man.
He likes old stuff, old cars.
He used to collect Beetles.
So, he collected Beetles, huh?
Right.
What's it like negotiating
with your father?
Well, negotiating with my father
is normal.
First he humiliates you,
until you feel like crap.
And then when you feel insignificant,
he steals your ideas, ruins your life.
You know what?
I'm starting to warm up
to your old man, kid.
I mean it.
Hi there, good afternoon.
I'm Vinicius Tortoriello, 1143.
And he's my guest.
Really?
-My friend.
-Okay.
You too have a great afternoon.
I already told you.
I'm not in the market anymore.
But I'm not asking you
to be my supplier, Joselo.
Just point me in the right direction.
Someone you trust.
Take a look at this, Biriba.
Wait. Is this it?
-Yes.
-My God, Joselo. How did you do it?
At first,
I thought you had fucked it up.
But now,
I must admit
that you surprised me.
Big time.
What are you feeling?
A longing.
Do you have any idea
how much time I devoted
to making my strains?
Each ancestor of this plant...
is actually a part of me...
of my life.
And this same genetic code
will continue existing,
going from one plant to the other,
forever.
And when I'm no longer here,
you'll be in charge
of keeping this legacy alive.
I'd be honored, Joselo.
But you know what?
Let's not think about that.
We still have a long way to go.
Anyway...
what about that recommendation?
Am I worthy of it?
You are.
Her name's Mika.
AKA, the cannabis samurai.
She's the type that chooses
her customers, you get it?
Yes.
And do you know her?
I'm just her admirer.
Here you go. Good luck.
Thanks, brother. A hit?
Later!
-I've got to go.
-Yeah, sure.
NOW.
What's up, Afonso?
Yeah, I'm great.
No, without the original carburetor
it just won't do. The deal's off.
For Christ's sake, get
it from Germany, Afonso!
If the Beetle isn't ready by Thursday,
I'm taking all my cars.
Yeah, all of them.
And then you can talk to my lawyer.
Stop making excuses.
All right, bye Afonso. Bye.
Excuse me...
but I couldn't help but listen.
-You're a collector, right?
-Yes, I am.
This one is from 1950.
It's a split window.
-My favorite.
-I had one.
-And what happened?
-It was stolen.
-Really? That's bad.
-Yeah.
I'd never seen you around here, sorry.
Are you new to the club?
You pay for a membership thinking
you're going to enjoy yourself
but, you know, when you're here,
work follows you.
-What's your line of work?
-Cannabis.
-Really? Cannabis?
-Exactly.
-Cannabis.
-Wow.
CEO at True Green.
No way...
Small world, huh?
What a coincidence.
Damn...
Fernão Tortoriello.
Claudio Dias.
-Nice to meet you.
-My pleasure.
-The pleasure's all mine. A drink?
-Sure.
Please...
Two martinis...
Stirred, okay? Not shaken.
Good. You got that, right?
Stirred, not shaken.
James Bond wasn't right about that.
Lately my focus has been on
specialized security for this market.
Security. Well, it's not bad at all.
I mean, you must be making good money,
with these recent strings
of armed robberies.
It's sad...
but I can't complain.
-Yeah.
-You know?
-You know... It's Claudio, right?
-Claudio, yeah.
Well, here's the thing, Claudio.
Nowadays, anyone can get a license.
You know?
There's no damn criteria.
Any fucking ex-con
can get a fucking license.
Brazil is demoralized, man.
They have to start all over,
you know? And...
get rid of that scum.
Make them disappear.
You know?
Do you know what I mean, man?
There's one thing
I know for sure, Fernão.
Scumbags...
are taking over this business.
-It's all taken care of. Okay?
-Thanks.
Next time, it's on me.
-Here's my card.
-Okay.
Hey, listen. I am a member
at the Cannabis Entrepreneur's
Association board.
We're having
an important meeting tomorrow.
Perhaps you can go
and share your expertise.
Yeah? I think the timing is perfect.
-Okay?
-Sure. Why not?
-In fact, it'll be an honor.
-Great.
-See you, Fernão.
-See you.
Girl!
-Girl!
-Girlfriend! I'm out!
I missed you!
Look what I brought!
-Here!
-A beer!
Come on,
I never wanna set foot here again.
All right, my friend.
Where do you wanna go?
Damn, Stephany.
This car's amazing!
It's ours!
Come on, get in. Let's go!
What? CD?
You're damn crazy!
And don't even try
giving me a hard time.
Why would I do that?
No, I'm just, I don't know,
surprised, you know?
Do you know what I thought about
when I was inside,
on my worst days?
What, girlfriend?
Mama's Bar. Remember?
Mama's Bar!
-My goodness...
-It was so cool.
My gosh...
I think we had
such a great time there,
hanging out together
and smoking weed.
Great times, you bet. They were great.
Just go!
Don't tell me Mama's Bar is closed!
No, it's still there. Same place.
Does that mean that...
there's still pagode on Fridays?
-Yes.
-Let's go tomorrow!
Stephany, I'll have to check if I can.
-Check? Check what?
-I gotta check, okay?
Come on, don't give me that, Stephany.
I've just been released, girl.
Jesus, I'm your best friend!
Didn't you even miss me all this time?
-Let's just enjoy ourselves a little!
-Goddammit!
-Okay, we'll go!
-This weekend, you belong to me, girl!
Okay. We'll go.
-Was Cissa released?
-Yes, she was!
-How is she doing?
-She's fine! And free...
And where are you guys going?
To Mama's Bar, of course.
She wants to party, obviously.
Did you already ask CD
for permission, honey?
-You mean if I told him? What?
-Honey, a woman in your position...
-Honey, a woman in your...
-What position, Mom?
Honey, you have to understand that now
you have more responsibilities.
I've been in your shoes,
but I also know
what it's like to lose all of that.
No one orders
the king around, only the queen!
Get it, honey? Yeah?
Okay, Mom. But this queen
you see right here, mother,
is going out to shake her cute ass
at Mama's Bar tomorrow!
-Kelly, my dear! You can't do that!
-I can!
And there's no man
that can stop me. What the hell?
Oh dear Lord! Kelly!
Babe.
I just wanted you to know
that tomorrow
I'm going to Mama's pagode with Cissa,
okay?
Mama's Pagode?
Just the two of you?
I'm not sure.
I think she's bringing a girlfriend,
perhaps a boyfriend...
Why? Is there a problem?
No.
Well, then.
You said tomorrow, right?
Well, I'm checking my schedule
and tomorrow I'm free.
So find something to do
'cause I'm going out with Cissa, okay?
Oh, okay.
Have fun.
Thank you, babe. You too.
I missed Angelino's pepperoni sausage
so much, bro.
You're an idiot.
Seriously, bro.
It makes you wanna cry.
You're complaining just because.
Delicious sausage.
Here.
It looks legit, huh?
The LCC we need is here, look.
And how will we do that?
So the company we're gonna use has
the same name as the tax
that we're gonna embezzle.
It's a fake billing scheme, get it?
That's why it has to be this company.
-Vini set the whole thing up.
-Took you long enough to involve him.
Relax, bro.
The company's bankrupt, you see?
They don't have a chance.
They can consider themselves lucky
if someone buys their company.
What's wrong?
Are you okay, bro?
-Do you feel sick?
-I'm kind of fucked up, bro.
I just can't sleep right.
I'm going through some shit at night.
I wake up and can't open my eyes,
can't move.
Crazy shit, man.
It's bad. It's really, really bad.
There's a pain in my chest,
it feels like it's a bad spirit.
-Stop tripping like that, bro.
-Oh, sure.
I'm doing it all on purpose,
you're right.
Check this out.
This one's called asteroid.
-Oh wow!
-You get fucking stoned with it.
-You saved it for me?
-Just be careful, okay?
When it hits, it's strong as fuck.
-Feel better and get some sleep.
-Sure, man. Peace out.
-See ya.
-The pepperoni is all mine.
Where is it?
Hi.
Hey there. Mornin'.
You okay?
That's Saint Raphael.
Do you know about him?
No.
Saint Raphael.
He helped
a young man fight off
evil spirits in the desert.
It's in the Old Testament.
Wow.
Here's the CIFC, right?
Yeah.
Catholic Images by Father Clemente.
Pleasure.
-Pleasure. And you are?
-Father Clemente.
-And you are...?
-My name's Del.
-Del?
-Del.
Nice to meet you, Del.
It seems that God sent me here, Father.
To help you.
Father, I hear that you've been breaking
the Eleventh Commandment.
Is that true?
"Thou shalt not owe money".
I'm kidding.
But I have a proposition, Father.
I want to acquire ICPC's name.
I heard you're going bankrupt, man.
So I'll acquire the name
and all your debts.
I help you and you help me.
Well, I have no plans to sell
the store for the moment, Del.
But isn't that
what life is all about, Father?
A bunch of things
that show up on our path
to take us off the track?
This store here is a promise.
I promised
to dedicate my life to all
these saints if my mother was healed.
And she healed, you know?
To this day, her doctors
still don't understand how.
I appreciate it...
I really appreciate it,
but this store is a spiritual commitment.
I will never give up that commitment.
Get it?
But, listen,
if there's anything I can do for you,
my church is right next door
and it's open until late.
You can always drop by, okay?
But, as far as the store goes,
there's nothing I can do.
You may stay. You're welcome here.
Dammit, what the fuck?
Answer that shit!
Go ahead, you should take that.
It's just a spam.
Spam again?
They can be really annoying, you know?
Next time, let me answer it.
I just love dealing
with telemarketers.
Let me speak.
I don't want you to fuck this up.
Excuse me.
Hello. We're from Joint Venture.
I've never heard of it.
Well, I hadn't heard of you either
until very recently but,
from the little I know,
I'm already a fan.
You didn't drive all the way here
just to praise me, did you?
Well, that too.
But the real reason I'm here is
to convince you to be my supplier.
If you really knew me, you'd know
that I only sell abroad, right?
People here always looked down on us
as if we were inferiors,
or trash.
And that only changed
after I made a name abroad.
It's too late now.
I understand.
I'm a grower, too.
And I wouldn't want to see my flowers
sold anywhere either.
At the very least,
you should be able to appreciate them.
You have to have a soul.
Oh, and let me guess...
you're that soul.
Impress me.
The aroma is felt
in the upper part of the nose,
almost in your eyes.
It's definitely a sativa.
You tried a citrus combination, right?
You're bold.
You tried lemon with pineapple...
But it didn't work.
The aromas are overlapping,
it's too sweet. In my honest opinion,
you could have done better.
If I were...
to do business with you.
If I were to sell to you...
what would the deal be?
Anything that works
for the both of us.
How much do you have in stock now?
My stock is all reserved.
In about six months
from now we can begin
to think of doing something together.
What do you say?
Mika, we don't have that time.
Take it easy, boy from São Paulo!
What the hell?
The hard part,
is already done,
which is to make me interested.
Has Biriba answered?
Not at all.
To make things worse,
I know nothing about that shit,
-that LLT.
-LLC.
That.
Well, if you lend me your piece,
I can get it done.
I'll convince the priest.
You, man?
You're kidding, right?
You can't scare anyone,
not even brandishing a gun, bro.
Let's go to the car.
I'm very sleepy, I need a nap.
I'll call you when I'm done.
Okay. But I need to use the restroom.
Here you go...
First of all, I would like
to thank Fernão for inviting me here
to share my vision
with all of you
from Cinco Pontas association.
Like many of you,
I have also been affected by
all this violence going around.
A few days ago,
my store was raided by two teenagers.
They kidnapped
my brother-in-law and...
everything ended well, thank God,
but that's not always the case, right?
And for that reason,
I decided to start a business.
A private security company
in order to meet
all the needs of the cannabis world.
-Right? And because of that...
-Have a seat.
-What is this guy doing here?
-Who, Claudio?
Claudio is here to talk
about security issues,
the new protocol.
-Wait, do you know each other?
-Bro, this guy owns Joint Venture.
He and his buddy tried to buy my store
the day before the attack.
It's true. Me and my brother-in-law
were at his store.
But unfortunately, there was no deal.
-That doesn't mean anything, though.
-It was just a coincidence?
I think so.
-Who brought this guy here?
-Kid.
-I'm no "guy". I have a name.
-Now my day is complete.
My store is shot at and now you're
doing business with these people.
-Wait!
-Ivan, take it easy.
Can you prove
what you're blabbering about, boy?
Not yet.
So you'd better bite your tongue
before I lose my temper with you.
-Do you know who I am?
-Fuck you.
-Do you have wings?
-What the fuck is this?
-Guys.
-You're dealing with a criminal here!
-My ass.
-Let's take a break, guys. Come on.
Coffee. Let's get coffee.
Dammit, kid. Are you fucking kidding?
You were the one
who wanted to change suppliers.
I don't care.
Just bring the goods right now, man.
-Carmen, can you hear me?
-I hear you loud and clear.
Well, you know me.
I don't take "no" for an answer.
-Get it done!
-Yes, sir.
Dammit, Fernão.
I wanted to apologize to you
for losing my temper in there.
But I'm serious
and the offer still stands.
Well, unfortunately,
the association's official standing
is that it's not interested.
But you didn't even hear me out!
I think we've heard enough, man.
Okay, Fernão.
We'll talk again later.
Get out.
It's about time you guys left,
isn't it?
I'm really sorry, Mika.
But we're gonna have to take
all of your weed.
And we'll need your signature, too.
But, listen, we'll pay
for everything, okay? Right?
Keep your money.
And enjoy it...
because it'll be the last time
you'll see any of my weed.
Fucking petty criminal.
And we need the invoice
to prove its origin.
Are you happy now?
It's so fucked up...
Not bad at all.
Her weed is pretty good.
My phone died,
so use your GPS.
Aren't you glad
you're making CD happy?
Seriously?
I don't know how you put up with him.
We don't choose family.
We're born in one...
at random.
When you were a kid,
did you choose your birthday presents?
I didn't.
My parents never asked me.
They chose
the most boyish toy of the time...
a skateboard, button soccer,
superhero toys...
And I'd long for
and envy my female cousin's dolls.
One time, when I was young,
I went crazy over a see-through blouse
I saw in a store.
It was just like the one Madonna wore
in the "Vogue" video.
Oh, I love that video.
So, I worked, saved up and bought it.
And, on my birthday, I put it on.
I was so happy...
It looked perfect on me,
just like the music video.
No parents want
a trans as a daughter.
We are
at the very bottom of the food chain.
Even those who suffer
from discrimination
also despise us.
You think you know
what it's like being scorned?
You know nothing, kiddo.
Hello?
Who's there?
What?
Did he pick up?
I think we should try later, bro.
Was that the spam call number?
That's crazy...
I know...
Yo, we've been here
for 5 hours already, bro!
What the fuck do you want me to do?
Just pull the LLC out of your ass
and then give it to the guys?
Ten bucks at the store.
For two of these,
I got three years in jail.
-Fucking wrong timing.
-Girl?
What the hell?
Throw that shit away now
because, my dear, I brought a joint
from my own store.
-You're so full of yourself, girl.
-Give me my lighter.
An original by Joint Venture.
You're really proud of yourself,
aren't ya?
You know what I just remembered?
How many times I went there
to bring you
your hair dye.
Well, that was your obligation!
Oh my God, you're so cheeky!
And tampons, too!
I brought you so many tampons.
Were you selling them, or what?
Yeah...
You bet.
Fuck.
Getting your period is expensive.
It's expensive,
really expensive.
I owe you a small fortune,
don't I, Steph?
No, never...
Doesn't it feel like we were here
only two weeks ago?
You see, it's the same crowd,
the same faces, even the same songs.
Don't you think?
You were
the only visitor I had, Steph.
I don't know...
To me it seems more like...
someone reset my life
and I was sent
to the end of the line.
The worst part is knowing
that nobody wants
to give ex-cons a chance.
They have inclusion programs in there,
but out here everything is
quite different.
You should have seen it, Steph.
There were many women
who were doing their time,
and were later released,
yearning something new,
full of expectations.
But then, they didn't get
that so-called chance.
So, it was just a matter of time...
to go back in there,
again...
and again.
Girl,
what if you worked with me?
Me?
You, of course.
I don't know, Steph...
Why not?
Girl, it's my store!
You're so full of yourself,
with the store.
I mean it, girl.
Anyway, let's dance now. Let's go.
Come on. Let's go. Now, I wanna...
You're hopeless.
Go dance, girl!
Are you really all alone
with no one to dance with?
That's a crime, woman.
Diego.
Kelly.
-A friend?
-A childhood friend.
Are you here by yourselves?
If there's a man here with you,
then he's a fucking idiot.
What?
Dance with me.
Just one dance.
Thanks, but I don't want to.
I'm tired.
You'll forget that you're tired.
You're gonna want to dance later,
but no one will ask you anymore.
So you'll want to dance with me,
but I won't.
I won't.
Just one dance.
Dude, you're relentless, huh?
Okay, let's dance. Come on.
Don't push me, damn it. I'm playing.
Check.
You're not fucking dead. Come on!
Come on, dude. Move your body.
What the fuck, man?
Biriba hasn't called?
No.
For real, bro?
I'm tired of this shit.
Father...
I need to confess.
Go ahead, son.
I think I'm going crazy, Father.
I haven't even been able to sleep.
In fact,
all I want is a good night's sleep.
Because at least the nightmares end.
But, what I'm going through now,
it seems that it will never end.
You made a promise
to your family, didn't you?
So did I...
And I'm about to do something crazy
to fulfill that promise.
I'm on the brink...
of breaking a sacred commandment
and taking someone's life.
I'll get the paperwork.
ANA? HI.
Hey! Excuse me!
Hey...
Did I do something wrong?
Yes, you did.
I don't wanna dance anymore,
excuse me.
-Let me go.
-Are you sure? Just one more dance.
No, I'm sorry, I'm done.
Excuse me, dude!
I have a boyfriend!
No means no, man!
Damn, you're clueless!
What are you guys doing here?
We just came here for a brewsky.
Yeah, right. You never leave the hood
to drink beer so late at night.
CD sent you here, didn't he?
Miss Kelly...
Actually, what happened was...
Buiu!
Are you really gonna lie to me,
brother? It's me, you know?
-Spill it!
-He told us to keep an eye on you.
Just to keep you safe.
If something happened, we'd be here.
Okay.
It's all right. So that means
your workday is over, okay?
Because I'm leaving.
You can all head home now, too.
See you, guys.
-What happened?
-Nothing, girl. Let's go.
-Let's get outta here.
-Nothing? Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm great.
Fantastic. Come on. Let's go.
Well, I think...
I'm staying a little longer.
Don't worry about me, sis.
-Fine. I'm going. Call me.
-I'll be okay.
-Okay.
-And, hey...
I'm watching you, okay?
You won't even say bye?
Bye.
Girl... You come here,
you hit on me,
we have a drink together,
then we dance cheek to cheek,
and when the time comes,
you tell me you've got a boyfriend?
Dude, come on.
For your sake, for my sake.
Please just go away.
I don't want any trouble, get it?
Yeah, I know your type.
You think that
just because you're beautiful,
you can hit on men and then disappear?
You bitch.
Biriba!
What's up?
-You all right? Where are we going?
-Great.
That's up to you.
Agent Liz, nice to meet you.
-Finally, Stephany!
-Did you get that from your brother?
-I got it from a friend!
What friend?
Don't tell me you're involved
with Claudio again.
Of course not, Stephany.
I want nothing from CD.
Kelly!
I'm leaving. You want a ride?
No, thanks. It's too early.
Two in the morning is early?
Are you keeping tabs on me?
Get in. I'll take you home.
How will you get back?
I'll figure it out.
No, let's go. Hop in...
If it starts,
I'll let you take me home.
-Well... Maybe next time.
-Fuck.
Sure...
JOINT VENTURE
IT'S NOT ALL FLOWERS
I'm leaving now, Carmen.
-I'll be right there.
-So?
-Okay, sure thing.
-Claudio, so...?
OK, great. Bye.
Babe, everything's okay.
The store's okay, your brother, too.
Everything's okay.
The problem is with Starjoints.
I'm going to the factory this morning,
also because it's closer
to pick up Stephany in Santana.
Stephany who, Kelly?
Cissa.
Remember her?
She's being freed from prison today.
Oh, cool.
Freedom. I never understood
why you call each other Stephany.
It's a joke.
It's because of that music video.
I'm beautiful
Unique
Remember?
Nevermind. You won't.
What are you doing?
I'm calling a car.
-Let me take care of that, babe.
-Oh, no.
For the love of God don't you
call Carmen. Just forget her, okay?
What's that?
It's yours.
-What?
-I hope you like the color.
Is this for real?
Do you really think I'd be joking
with something like this?
-It's mine?
-Yeah.
My God, babe!
-I can't believe it! Is it mine?
-It's yours.
-Oh, the keys!
-Here.
Drive carefully, okay?
It's red!
Hey.
After crossing those gates,
the only thing on your mind
should be drinking a cold beer.
Trust me on that. Give me a call
if you need anything.
Bye.
"When the police arrived at the store,
the scene was one
of complete destruction.
The whole group opened fire
at the storefront.
Two employees were inside the store".
Fuck me.
That's heavy stuff, bro.
Listen. "Fortunately,
they were on the second floor and,
for this reason,
they weren't injured".
It's just like in the movies, huh?
Ain't that so, ma'am?
I thought the same thing.
I'm sorry, am I interrupting?
No, of course not. Come on in.
-"The perpetrators...
-I'll show you around.
fled without taking the stash,
although all of it was ransacked
by residents of the..."
Yo, Grilo. Vini needs
your help upstairs, man.
-What about the e-store?
-I'll take care of that.
Go see what Vini needs.
Okay, boss.
Thank you.
Oumuama.
Umuarama?
No, it's Oumuama.
The asteroids, you could call
them Oumuama because of the asteroid
called Oumuama, you know?
-No.
-No?
Well, it's like
this huge rock, kinda flat,
that is travelling around space,
No one knows from where it came,
where it's going...
- That's trippy...
- Yeah, it's trippy. Some people think
it's a spaceship, you know?
Are you looking for anything specific?
Seventy percent indica,
30 percent sativa...
Less that 20 percent THC
because I have to remain
a functional human being.
And if it has the best scent I've
ever smelled, I won't complain.
And will that be all?
-Listen, I don't have 70-30, but...
-Okay.
I have this one here.
It's a sort of hybrid. Fifty-fifty.
So it is half sativa, half indica.
It's the Ice Cream Kush. On sale,
-Sixty five reais a gram.
-It's named after a dessert.
-Yeah, it's kinda sweet at the end...
-Yeah.
Hey, you're tall, aren't you?
You're taller than I thought.
-Yeah?
-It's just that you're famous,
you got Djamba high and stuff. Anyway,
that's why I'm telling you
that you're tall,
-I'm not stalking you or anything.
-No problem.
-It's cool, relax.
-I'm just.. you know?
I'm going to go get someone
-to come take care of you, okay?
-You know what?
As soon as you have what I want,
you can just give me a call.
Sound good?
Ana, that's me.
-Sounds good.
-Your pen.
-Thanks.
-See ya.
Hey, so what the fuck went on
at Starjoints, bro?
Good morning to you, too, Biriba.
-Morning...
-Was it you?
No, it wasn't me.
Where's Vinicius? Is he awake?
Why did you send me there
to talk to the owner?
Biriba, I'll say this again.
I had nothing to do with it.
I want to know as much as you
who's to blame.
What the fuck, bro?
For Christ's sake, bro.
If the police comes here,
they're gonna fuck us up, man.
The store is irregular, man.
We should have
at least one legal supplier.
Let me handle that, bro.
Well, if that makes you happy,
do it. But you're going with Carmen.
Wait, Carmen? No, man.
I don't want her involved.
I'll do this myself.
No, you won't, Biriba.
If you're going to change suppliers,
it involves the store.
And if it involves the store,
it's my business.
Yo...
-I wanna meet your father.
-My father?
It's a big ask. My family's very busy.
Why do you want him?
It's none of your business.
No, well...
If you told me,
it would be easier...
Vinicius, I don't want
a dinner date with your father.
What I really want is
to casually bump into him, okay?
And if you can't do that,
you shouldn't even be here doing this.
- What day is it?
- Today's Thursday.
-He must be at the Ascoli.
-Ascoli?
-What the fuck is that?
-It's a members-only club.
And do you think
you can get me in there?
Yeah, sure.
Okay, let's go.
Now?
Mr. Claudio!
Salim.
Salim?
Bacalhau is waiting
for you outside, bro.
What?
Bacalhau is waiting
for you outside, it's up front.
Hi.
I changed the photo.
That was it, right?
-It was.
-Great.
Are you keeping an eye on CD, bro?
Trust me, dude.
If that guy gets suspicious again...
Salim.
Just worry about your friend
and the thieving, okay?
Go. Get out.
Hey!
You should take advantage
of this wonderful resort
and get some sleep, you look awful.
We'll talk later,
I'm sort of busy now.
All right, good. Bye.
Hey, Vini, come on, spit it out.
How do I approach your father?
Tell me.
Do I give him a business card?
-No...
-Spit it out.
No card. Absolutely not.
No serious dealer
gives out business cards.
And...
Be careful not to use...
your usual tone, okay?
Well, it's just that sometimes
you come across
as a little aggressive.
Right...
What does your dad drink?
Martini...
...but stirred, not shaken.
"James Bond was wrong," he says.
What else? Go on. What else?
I don't know. He's an old man.
He likes old stuff, old cars.
He used to collect Beetles.
So, he collected Beetles, huh?
Right.
What's it like negotiating
with your father?
Well, negotiating with my father
is normal.
First he humiliates you,
until you feel like crap.
And then when you feel insignificant,
he steals your ideas, ruins your life.
You know what?
I'm starting to warm up
to your old man, kid.
I mean it.
Hi there, good afternoon.
I'm Vinicius Tortoriello, 1143.
And he's my guest.
Really?
-My friend.
-Okay.
You too have a great afternoon.
I already told you.
I'm not in the market anymore.
But I'm not asking you
to be my supplier, Joselo.
Just point me in the right direction.
Someone you trust.
Take a look at this, Biriba.
Wait. Is this it?
-Yes.
-My God, Joselo. How did you do it?
At first,
I thought you had fucked it up.
But now,
I must admit
that you surprised me.
Big time.
What are you feeling?
A longing.
Do you have any idea
how much time I devoted
to making my strains?
Each ancestor of this plant...
is actually a part of me...
of my life.
And this same genetic code
will continue existing,
going from one plant to the other,
forever.
And when I'm no longer here,
you'll be in charge
of keeping this legacy alive.
I'd be honored, Joselo.
But you know what?
Let's not think about that.
We still have a long way to go.
Anyway...
what about that recommendation?
Am I worthy of it?
You are.
Her name's Mika.
AKA, the cannabis samurai.
She's the type that chooses
her customers, you get it?
Yes.
And do you know her?
I'm just her admirer.
Here you go. Good luck.
Thanks, brother. A hit?
Later!
-I've got to go.
-Yeah, sure.
NOW.
What's up, Afonso?
Yeah, I'm great.
No, without the original carburetor
it just won't do. The deal's off.
For Christ's sake, get
it from Germany, Afonso!
If the Beetle isn't ready by Thursday,
I'm taking all my cars.
Yeah, all of them.
And then you can talk to my lawyer.
Stop making excuses.
All right, bye Afonso. Bye.
Excuse me...
but I couldn't help but listen.
-You're a collector, right?
-Yes, I am.
This one is from 1950.
It's a split window.
-My favorite.
-I had one.
-And what happened?
-It was stolen.
-Really? That's bad.
-Yeah.
I'd never seen you around here, sorry.
Are you new to the club?
You pay for a membership thinking
you're going to enjoy yourself
but, you know, when you're here,
work follows you.
-What's your line of work?
-Cannabis.
-Really? Cannabis?
-Exactly.
-Cannabis.
-Wow.
CEO at True Green.
No way...
Small world, huh?
What a coincidence.
Damn...
Fernão Tortoriello.
Claudio Dias.
-Nice to meet you.
-My pleasure.
-The pleasure's all mine. A drink?
-Sure.
Please...
Two martinis...
Stirred, okay? Not shaken.
Good. You got that, right?
Stirred, not shaken.
James Bond wasn't right about that.
Lately my focus has been on
specialized security for this market.
Security. Well, it's not bad at all.
I mean, you must be making good money,
with these recent strings
of armed robberies.
It's sad...
but I can't complain.
-Yeah.
-You know?
-You know... It's Claudio, right?
-Claudio, yeah.
Well, here's the thing, Claudio.
Nowadays, anyone can get a license.
You know?
There's no damn criteria.
Any fucking ex-con
can get a fucking license.
Brazil is demoralized, man.
They have to start all over,
you know? And...
get rid of that scum.
Make them disappear.
You know?
Do you know what I mean, man?
There's one thing
I know for sure, Fernão.
Scumbags...
are taking over this business.
-It's all taken care of. Okay?
-Thanks.
Next time, it's on me.
-Here's my card.
-Okay.
Hey, listen. I am a member
at the Cannabis Entrepreneur's
Association board.
We're having
an important meeting tomorrow.
Perhaps you can go
and share your expertise.
Yeah? I think the timing is perfect.
-Okay?
-Sure. Why not?
-In fact, it'll be an honor.
-Great.
-See you, Fernão.
-See you.
Girl!
-Girl!
-Girlfriend! I'm out!
I missed you!
Look what I brought!
-Here!
-A beer!
Come on,
I never wanna set foot here again.
All right, my friend.
Where do you wanna go?
Damn, Stephany.
This car's amazing!
It's ours!
Come on, get in. Let's go!
What? CD?
You're damn crazy!
And don't even try
giving me a hard time.
Why would I do that?
No, I'm just, I don't know,
surprised, you know?
Do you know what I thought about
when I was inside,
on my worst days?
What, girlfriend?
Mama's Bar. Remember?
Mama's Bar!
-My goodness...
-It was so cool.
My gosh...
I think we had
such a great time there,
hanging out together
and smoking weed.
Great times, you bet. They were great.
Just go!
Don't tell me Mama's Bar is closed!
No, it's still there. Same place.
Does that mean that...
there's still pagode on Fridays?
-Yes.
-Let's go tomorrow!
Stephany, I'll have to check if I can.
-Check? Check what?
-I gotta check, okay?
Come on, don't give me that, Stephany.
I've just been released, girl.
Jesus, I'm your best friend!
Didn't you even miss me all this time?
-Let's just enjoy ourselves a little!
-Goddammit!
-Okay, we'll go!
-This weekend, you belong to me, girl!
Okay. We'll go.
-Was Cissa released?
-Yes, she was!
-How is she doing?
-She's fine! And free...
And where are you guys going?
To Mama's Bar, of course.
She wants to party, obviously.
Did you already ask CD
for permission, honey?
-You mean if I told him? What?
-Honey, a woman in your position...
-Honey, a woman in your...
-What position, Mom?
Honey, you have to understand that now
you have more responsibilities.
I've been in your shoes,
but I also know
what it's like to lose all of that.
No one orders
the king around, only the queen!
Get it, honey? Yeah?
Okay, Mom. But this queen
you see right here, mother,
is going out to shake her cute ass
at Mama's Bar tomorrow!
-Kelly, my dear! You can't do that!
-I can!
And there's no man
that can stop me. What the hell?
Oh dear Lord! Kelly!
Babe.
I just wanted you to know
that tomorrow
I'm going to Mama's pagode with Cissa,
okay?
Mama's Pagode?
Just the two of you?
I'm not sure.
I think she's bringing a girlfriend,
perhaps a boyfriend...
Why? Is there a problem?
No.
Well, then.
You said tomorrow, right?
Well, I'm checking my schedule
and tomorrow I'm free.
So find something to do
'cause I'm going out with Cissa, okay?
Oh, okay.
Have fun.
Thank you, babe. You too.
I missed Angelino's pepperoni sausage
so much, bro.
You're an idiot.
Seriously, bro.
It makes you wanna cry.
You're complaining just because.
Delicious sausage.
Here.
It looks legit, huh?
The LCC we need is here, look.
And how will we do that?
So the company we're gonna use has
the same name as the tax
that we're gonna embezzle.
It's a fake billing scheme, get it?
That's why it has to be this company.
-Vini set the whole thing up.
-Took you long enough to involve him.
Relax, bro.
The company's bankrupt, you see?
They don't have a chance.
They can consider themselves lucky
if someone buys their company.
What's wrong?
Are you okay, bro?
-Do you feel sick?
-I'm kind of fucked up, bro.
I just can't sleep right.
I'm going through some shit at night.
I wake up and can't open my eyes,
can't move.
Crazy shit, man.
It's bad. It's really, really bad.
There's a pain in my chest,
it feels like it's a bad spirit.
-Stop tripping like that, bro.
-Oh, sure.
I'm doing it all on purpose,
you're right.
Check this out.
This one's called asteroid.
-Oh wow!
-You get fucking stoned with it.
-You saved it for me?
-Just be careful, okay?
When it hits, it's strong as fuck.
-Feel better and get some sleep.
-Sure, man. Peace out.
-See ya.
-The pepperoni is all mine.
Where is it?
Hi.
Hey there. Mornin'.
You okay?
That's Saint Raphael.
Do you know about him?
No.
Saint Raphael.
He helped
a young man fight off
evil spirits in the desert.
It's in the Old Testament.
Wow.
Here's the CIFC, right?
Yeah.
Catholic Images by Father Clemente.
Pleasure.
-Pleasure. And you are?
-Father Clemente.
-And you are...?
-My name's Del.
-Del?
-Del.
Nice to meet you, Del.
It seems that God sent me here, Father.
To help you.
Father, I hear that you've been breaking
the Eleventh Commandment.
Is that true?
"Thou shalt not owe money".
I'm kidding.
But I have a proposition, Father.
I want to acquire ICPC's name.
I heard you're going bankrupt, man.
So I'll acquire the name
and all your debts.
I help you and you help me.
Well, I have no plans to sell
the store for the moment, Del.
But isn't that
what life is all about, Father?
A bunch of things
that show up on our path
to take us off the track?
This store here is a promise.
I promised
to dedicate my life to all
these saints if my mother was healed.
And she healed, you know?
To this day, her doctors
still don't understand how.
I appreciate it...
I really appreciate it,
but this store is a spiritual commitment.
I will never give up that commitment.
Get it?
But, listen,
if there's anything I can do for you,
my church is right next door
and it's open until late.
You can always drop by, okay?
But, as far as the store goes,
there's nothing I can do.
You may stay. You're welcome here.
Dammit, what the fuck?
Answer that shit!
Go ahead, you should take that.
It's just a spam.
Spam again?
They can be really annoying, you know?
Next time, let me answer it.
I just love dealing
with telemarketers.
Let me speak.
I don't want you to fuck this up.
Excuse me.
Hello. We're from Joint Venture.
I've never heard of it.
Well, I hadn't heard of you either
until very recently but,
from the little I know,
I'm already a fan.
You didn't drive all the way here
just to praise me, did you?
Well, that too.
But the real reason I'm here is
to convince you to be my supplier.
If you really knew me, you'd know
that I only sell abroad, right?
People here always looked down on us
as if we were inferiors,
or trash.
And that only changed
after I made a name abroad.
It's too late now.
I understand.
I'm a grower, too.
And I wouldn't want to see my flowers
sold anywhere either.
At the very least,
you should be able to appreciate them.
You have to have a soul.
Oh, and let me guess...
you're that soul.
Impress me.
The aroma is felt
in the upper part of the nose,
almost in your eyes.
It's definitely a sativa.
You tried a citrus combination, right?
You're bold.
You tried lemon with pineapple...
But it didn't work.
The aromas are overlapping,
it's too sweet. In my honest opinion,
you could have done better.
If I were...
to do business with you.
If I were to sell to you...
what would the deal be?
Anything that works
for the both of us.
How much do you have in stock now?
My stock is all reserved.
In about six months
from now we can begin
to think of doing something together.
What do you say?
Mika, we don't have that time.
Take it easy, boy from São Paulo!
What the hell?
The hard part,
is already done,
which is to make me interested.
Has Biriba answered?
Not at all.
To make things worse,
I know nothing about that shit,
-that LLT.
-LLC.
That.
Well, if you lend me your piece,
I can get it done.
I'll convince the priest.
You, man?
You're kidding, right?
You can't scare anyone,
not even brandishing a gun, bro.
Let's go to the car.
I'm very sleepy, I need a nap.
I'll call you when I'm done.
Okay. But I need to use the restroom.
Here you go...
First of all, I would like
to thank Fernão for inviting me here
to share my vision
with all of you
from Cinco Pontas association.
Like many of you,
I have also been affected by
all this violence going around.
A few days ago,
my store was raided by two teenagers.
They kidnapped
my brother-in-law and...
everything ended well, thank God,
but that's not always the case, right?
And for that reason,
I decided to start a business.
A private security company
in order to meet
all the needs of the cannabis world.
-Right? And because of that...
-Have a seat.
-What is this guy doing here?
-Who, Claudio?
Claudio is here to talk
about security issues,
the new protocol.
-Wait, do you know each other?
-Bro, this guy owns Joint Venture.
He and his buddy tried to buy my store
the day before the attack.
It's true. Me and my brother-in-law
were at his store.
But unfortunately, there was no deal.
-That doesn't mean anything, though.
-It was just a coincidence?
I think so.
-Who brought this guy here?
-Kid.
-I'm no "guy". I have a name.
-Now my day is complete.
My store is shot at and now you're
doing business with these people.
-Wait!
-Ivan, take it easy.
Can you prove
what you're blabbering about, boy?
Not yet.
So you'd better bite your tongue
before I lose my temper with you.
-Do you know who I am?
-Fuck you.
-Do you have wings?
-What the fuck is this?
-Guys.
-You're dealing with a criminal here!
-My ass.
-Let's take a break, guys. Come on.
Coffee. Let's get coffee.
Dammit, kid. Are you fucking kidding?
You were the one
who wanted to change suppliers.
I don't care.
Just bring the goods right now, man.
-Carmen, can you hear me?
-I hear you loud and clear.
Well, you know me.
I don't take "no" for an answer.
-Get it done!
-Yes, sir.
Dammit, Fernão.
I wanted to apologize to you
for losing my temper in there.
But I'm serious
and the offer still stands.
Well, unfortunately,
the association's official standing
is that it's not interested.
But you didn't even hear me out!
I think we've heard enough, man.
Okay, Fernão.
We'll talk again later.
Get out.
It's about time you guys left,
isn't it?
I'm really sorry, Mika.
But we're gonna have to take
all of your weed.
And we'll need your signature, too.
But, listen, we'll pay
for everything, okay? Right?
Keep your money.
And enjoy it...
because it'll be the last time
you'll see any of my weed.
Fucking petty criminal.
And we need the invoice
to prove its origin.
Are you happy now?
It's so fucked up...
Not bad at all.
Her weed is pretty good.
My phone died,
so use your GPS.
Aren't you glad
you're making CD happy?
Seriously?
I don't know how you put up with him.
We don't choose family.
We're born in one...
at random.
When you were a kid,
did you choose your birthday presents?
I didn't.
My parents never asked me.
They chose
the most boyish toy of the time...
a skateboard, button soccer,
superhero toys...
And I'd long for
and envy my female cousin's dolls.
One time, when I was young,
I went crazy over a see-through blouse
I saw in a store.
It was just like the one Madonna wore
in the "Vogue" video.
Oh, I love that video.
So, I worked, saved up and bought it.
And, on my birthday, I put it on.
I was so happy...
It looked perfect on me,
just like the music video.
No parents want
a trans as a daughter.
We are
at the very bottom of the food chain.
Even those who suffer
from discrimination
also despise us.
You think you know
what it's like being scorned?
You know nothing, kiddo.
Hello?
Who's there?
What?
Did he pick up?
I think we should try later, bro.
Was that the spam call number?
That's crazy...
I know...
Yo, we've been here
for 5 hours already, bro!
What the fuck do you want me to do?
Just pull the LLC out of your ass
and then give it to the guys?
Ten bucks at the store.
For two of these,
I got three years in jail.
-Fucking wrong timing.
-Girl?
What the hell?
Throw that shit away now
because, my dear, I brought a joint
from my own store.
-You're so full of yourself, girl.
-Give me my lighter.
An original by Joint Venture.
You're really proud of yourself,
aren't ya?
You know what I just remembered?
How many times I went there
to bring you
your hair dye.
Well, that was your obligation!
Oh my God, you're so cheeky!
And tampons, too!
I brought you so many tampons.
Were you selling them, or what?
Yeah...
You bet.
Fuck.
Getting your period is expensive.
It's expensive,
really expensive.
I owe you a small fortune,
don't I, Steph?
No, never...
Doesn't it feel like we were here
only two weeks ago?
You see, it's the same crowd,
the same faces, even the same songs.
Don't you think?
You were
the only visitor I had, Steph.
I don't know...
To me it seems more like...
someone reset my life
and I was sent
to the end of the line.
The worst part is knowing
that nobody wants
to give ex-cons a chance.
They have inclusion programs in there,
but out here everything is
quite different.
You should have seen it, Steph.
There were many women
who were doing their time,
and were later released,
yearning something new,
full of expectations.
But then, they didn't get
that so-called chance.
So, it was just a matter of time...
to go back in there,
again...
and again.
Girl,
what if you worked with me?
Me?
You, of course.
I don't know, Steph...
Why not?
Girl, it's my store!
You're so full of yourself,
with the store.
I mean it, girl.
Anyway, let's dance now. Let's go.
Come on. Let's go. Now, I wanna...
You're hopeless.
Go dance, girl!
Are you really all alone
with no one to dance with?
That's a crime, woman.
Diego.
Kelly.
-A friend?
-A childhood friend.
Are you here by yourselves?
If there's a man here with you,
then he's a fucking idiot.
What?
Dance with me.
Just one dance.
Thanks, but I don't want to.
I'm tired.
You'll forget that you're tired.
You're gonna want to dance later,
but no one will ask you anymore.
So you'll want to dance with me,
but I won't.
I won't.
Just one dance.
Dude, you're relentless, huh?
Okay, let's dance. Come on.
Don't push me, damn it. I'm playing.
Check.
You're not fucking dead. Come on!
Come on, dude. Move your body.
What the fuck, man?
Biriba hasn't called?
No.
For real, bro?
I'm tired of this shit.
Father...
I need to confess.
Go ahead, son.
I think I'm going crazy, Father.
I haven't even been able to sleep.
In fact,
all I want is a good night's sleep.
Because at least the nightmares end.
But, what I'm going through now,
it seems that it will never end.
You made a promise
to your family, didn't you?
So did I...
And I'm about to do something crazy
to fulfill that promise.
I'm on the brink...
of breaking a sacred commandment
and taking someone's life.
I'll get the paperwork.
ANA? HI.
Hey! Excuse me!
Hey...
Did I do something wrong?
Yes, you did.
I don't wanna dance anymore,
excuse me.
-Let me go.
-Are you sure? Just one more dance.
No, I'm sorry, I'm done.
Excuse me, dude!
I have a boyfriend!
No means no, man!
Damn, you're clueless!
What are you guys doing here?
We just came here for a brewsky.
Yeah, right. You never leave the hood
to drink beer so late at night.
CD sent you here, didn't he?
Miss Kelly...
Actually, what happened was...
Buiu!
Are you really gonna lie to me,
brother? It's me, you know?
-Spill it!
-He told us to keep an eye on you.
Just to keep you safe.
If something happened, we'd be here.
Okay.
It's all right. So that means
your workday is over, okay?
Because I'm leaving.
You can all head home now, too.
See you, guys.
-What happened?
-Nothing, girl. Let's go.
-Let's get outta here.
-Nothing? Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm great.
Fantastic. Come on. Let's go.
Well, I think...
I'm staying a little longer.
Don't worry about me, sis.
-Fine. I'm going. Call me.
-I'll be okay.
-Okay.
-And, hey...
I'm watching you, okay?
You won't even say bye?
Bye.
Girl... You come here,
you hit on me,
we have a drink together,
then we dance cheek to cheek,
and when the time comes,
you tell me you've got a boyfriend?
Dude, come on.
For your sake, for my sake.
Please just go away.
I don't want any trouble, get it?
Yeah, I know your type.
You think that
just because you're beautiful,
you can hit on men and then disappear?
You bitch.
Biriba!
What's up?
-You all right? Where are we going?
-Great.
That's up to you.
Agent Liz, nice to meet you.