01x06 - The Decision

[bunniefuu]

MISSING
MARCELO LAZARUS

We also need one on the front.

[tense music playing]

[Paulina] Come on.

[door clatters]

[Gabi] Yeah… No, I'm fine.

[Toni] Hey! What is it?

- What's going on?
- We need to have a talk.

Put me down, I'll hold the railing.

[Toni] Careful, man.

No, it's fine. All good, thanks.

[Gabi grunts]

[Toni] So, what's on your mind,
sweetheart?

Is it Marcelo?

You're not worried about him?

Of course I am, you know that.

- At the hospital, my thoughts were…
- [Toni] Mm-hmm?

…racing, nonstop.

I started poking around to see
what I could find out about his past.

This is all I got.

It looks like a b*llet lodged in his head.

You knew about it?

I never saw this X-ray, sweetie.

I knew though.

- You allowed the fights.
- "Allowed"?

When has Marcelo ever followed my orders?

It was his decision. I just respected it.

Come on, why do you have to try
to play me like that?

You got him in the game.
You trained him for the fights.

[sighs]

So you're saying I'm responsible?

I would just like you
to please stop lying to me.

[tense cello chords]

What is going on here?
'Cause I don't see what you're getting at.

[Gabi] Your friend, Rusty.
I had a talk with him back at Stallion.

He made it clear
you knew about Marcelo's story.

So I'm here to give you
one last chance to come clean, Dad.

[music continues]

Alright then.

[grunts]

[Gabi] I'm fine, I don't need your help.

[grunts]

- [indistinct shouts]
- [music fades]

[man 1 screams in pain]

[thumps]

[man 1 yells]

[man 2, weakly] Water…

I need water.

- Water, please give me some water.
- [metallic clang]

[rasping cough]

[man 3] I'll get you some water.
You speak English?

Great, so how about we make a deal?
You and me?

Ten fights,

ten wins, and you're free
to go back to your family after that,

with pockets full of cash.

Yeah?

[sinister music playing]

[frenzied theme music playing]

WRATH

[music stops]

LIVE CARGO

[suspenseful music playing]

[sighs deeply]

Got news from Marcelo?

You've always told me
you're not like your father.

I need you to prove it.

- Evening, ma'am.
- Hi. Good evening.

Excuse me, your ticket?

I'm sure this counts, right?
Take a look at who my father his.

[security] So sorry, Miss Yana.
I had no idea.

- No worries. He's with me.
- Of course, no problem. Go right ahead.

We'll inform the next checkpoint
you're on your way.

- [Yana] Fantastic.
- Through there.

- Have an amazing night.
- Thank you.

Bye, enjoy.

[funky suspenseful music playing]

[music fades]

[dramatic music playing]

You're not gonna die here.

- [Franco] Move it.
- [Aníbal] Don't let them k*ll you!

[door slams]

[greeter] Great. You're good to go.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

Just so you know, ma'am,
cell phones are not permitted inside.

Yeah, I know. Wonderful.

I'm gonna need your assistance.
Miss Yana didn't hand over her phone.

Good evening.

[crowd cheering]

[Aníbal yells]

[groans]

[thuds]

[fighter grunts]

[fighter] f*ck yeah!

[crowd clamoring]

[somber music playing softly]

Hey, you're almost set to go fight.
Get ready. [laughs]

Your pal's gone already.

Lost bad.

You're next.

[muffled crowd clamor]

[breathing deeply]

It's time, ladies and gentlemen!

On this side of the cage,

with three consecutive wins…

Cobra!

The k*ller snake!

On the other side of this cage…

one of the greatest
in the history of this club!

The one and only…

Caracara!

[crowd roars]

[tense pulsating music playing]

[Marcelo] Hey, I don't wanna fight you.

[Marcelo] I'm not fighting!

[spectator 1] Fight!

I won't fight.

[fighter exhales]

I will not fight!

[spectator 2] Ah, you suck!

[breathing deeply]

[crowd booing]

[clears throat]

And soon, the third fight of the night…

We had a technical problem,

but don't worry…

You'll have blood soon.

This is Club Zero!

[tense music playing]

Hey there.
Hand over your phone, please, ma'am.

We don't allow phones in this club.
Come with me, please. Alright?

You better let go.

[music fades]

[bird croaks]

Do you know the caracara
is a species that's opportunistic?

- It feeds on small defenseless critters.
- [croaking]

It scavenges on dead animals
and eats trash.

[Toni] Cut the small talk.

What do you want, Toni?

[Toni sighs deeply]

I came to remind you

that you promised
to stay away from my family.

You better free Marcelo.

I don't want you to threaten him
or his family ever again.

Or I'll sing like a f*cking canary
about all of this.

Well, his name's not Marcelo.

You came close to my family first,
you know that.

That was a really good play,
by the way, to get Yana in your corner.

I wonder how your daughter will react
when she finds out everything you've done.

I got no problem with that, Henrique.

How admirable of you, really.

Look at you, wanting to help others.
How noble of you.

Like you wanna save the world.

You really think
that's how you'll get redemption?

Huh?

You think this will set you free
of your guilt?

[ominous music playing]

That's not at all what I seek, Henrique.

I've got faith in God's judgment.
He knows.

What about you?

I have faith in me.

[tense music continues]

[door opens]

[Henrique] Go wait outside.

[Henrique sighs]

You against your own father now?

What you're doing here's disgusting.
How dare you?

Sweetheart, you don't think
they'd have died

a miserable death out there
after a miserable life?

Which gives you every right
to let them have it even harder?

No.

I motivate those guys.

With cash.

[scoffs]

Yana, none of them are innocent.

They're not victims, 'k?

You know what? All the fighters
I've had here have chosen to fight.

Who are you even?

Just ambitious is all.

You're like that.

- Just like your pops, honey.
- You're a monster.

Hey, Marcelo and Malamute… [laughs]

…the most anticipated fight ever.

Pay per view, sponsors. Come on.

Uh! An amazing show!

- Don't you wanna do that?
- To shut me up, right?

I'll have to pretend I never saw anything.

You know, if I were you, dear,
I'd choose to side with me.

May I please leave?

Hmm.

[door closes]

[sighs]

- [bell tolls]
- [faint traffic bustle]

WARNING
OUT OF ORDER

[sighs]

Dienifer?

Hey, now…

From fighting?

No, just a fall.

So, I'm trying to find Marcelo.

Any idea where he is, by any chance?

[Didi] The debt your dad and Marcelo
owed me has been settled.

Thanks to your friend,
Olívia. She stepped up for you.

You have my word, alright?

I swear I had nothing to do
with Marcelo's disappearance.

I also wanna know,
back when you were dating my father…

Did he still fight for Novaes?

[suspenseful chords]

Sure he did.

Toni was still tied to Alpha.

And were they normal fights?

"Normal"?

Exactly what is it
you're trying to find out?

[sighs] Ah, whatever.

[sighs deeply]

[Didi clears throat]

Any idea what's going on?

Huh? With what?

- [music fades]
- [seagulls squawking]

[Franco] Let's go.

[stifled scream]

[yells in pain]

- [Franco] Look at me!
- [Marcelo groaning]

Look at me, dammit!

If I hear you opened your mouth to anyone,

this knife will go in your neck.

And your girlfriend'll die the same way.

[Marcelo panting]

Novaes says good luck with the fight.

[groans]

[motor starts]

[Paulina] Where were you?
We were all looking for you.

Where's Toni, Paulina?

He's inside.

[Marcelo breathing heavily]

You knew all along. Huh, Toni?

You didn't just happen
to come into my life, right?

You lied to me.

Yeah, I did lie, Marcelo.

I lied because

I wanted to protect you.

You shouldn't have done that, Toni.

Hell no.

'Cause I'm not a man.

No, I'm a beast.

This isn't about God
or anything like that, f*ck.

Yeah, man, I was sent to slaughter. I was!

Not my son though.

Not my wife, I should've…
I should've died instead of them!

Hey, did they k*ll your family?

- I'm so sorry. Son, I'm so sorry.
- No, you're not!

You're not sorry at all! You're not!

You're not sorry!

[sobbing] I know you're not sorry…

[sobbing]

[emotive music playing]

- [Toni] What's your son's name?
- Marcelo.

- And yours?
- [Marcelo sobs]

Your real name?

[gulping sobs]

My name's Marcelo Lazarus.

Well, Marcelo Lazarus…

I saw Club Zero's genesis.

I was part of it.

[sighs] We were just
a bunch of really foolish kids then.

Yeah, we used to
cover our faces to fight each other.

Our code of honor.

But… It was all rage. Not real fights.

And then one day, someone died.

'Cause of me.

I k*lled him and I will have to
bear that cross for the rest of my life.

Now I can tell you

I know I've sinned and I accept that.

But I will stand up straight.

You'll rise above this, Marcelo Lazarus,

for your son.

For your family.

God wants you to stay alive for them.

So, what was the deal?

Just one more fight. A legit one.

Against who?

Malamute.

FIGHTER MARCELO LAZARUS

[music turns unsettling]

[music fades]

Sweetheart, you've gotta put that down.
Please, enough.

No, look at me.

- Sweetheart…
- [Marcelo grunts]

I know it's hard.

But your dad's gone, honey.

- He's passed on.
- No, he hasn't.

No, he's not dead.
You just turned your back on him.

Careful how you talk to me.
You're out of line, son.

You let my dad leave.
You wanted him to go away.

Your father left because he wanted to.

He promised me he'd come back.
I never heard from him again.

Never!

But I'm still here.

I'm right here.

- I know he's not dead.
- Stop it! Stop it!

[tense music playing]

[breathless sobs]

[hollow tap]

[hollow taps]

[music stops]

[ominous music playing]

[Gabi sighs]

[footsteps]

So, where were you?

How d'you get that?

[inhales, exhales]

We can't be together anymore, Gabi.

You're an amazing woman.

You took care of me

when I was in a really dark place.

Not even knowing who I was.

A total stranger.

Right?

You matter so much to me.

Thank you.

You know what the huge advantage is
of having a lying father?

I've gotten really good at
seeing through other people's lies.

I was going totally crazy looking for you,

I wasn't able to sleep at all,
I was so worried.

And you show up
out of the blue and say "thank you"?

Go f*ck yourself.

I never wanted to hurt you.

I'm done.

You better get out of my house now
or I'll kick you out myself.

[footsteps fade]

[ballad playing on radio]

So, kid, where are you going?

I wanna get to Rio de Janeiro.
My dad's waiting for me there.

[ballad fades]

- Hey, you got it?
- [Marcelo] All good.

Great.

[chortling]

This bag right here's Malamute.
You need to beat his f*cking a*s!

Nice, kid. Speed it up!

- [edgy action music playing]
- [grunting]

- Twenty-seven, twenty-eight…
- [Toni] Keep it up!

- …thirty. Nice!
- [Toni] Power through.

[Toni] You can do this, Marcelo! Pull it.

Harder! Yes, good! Yes, son! Keep going!

HAMMER MOVING SERVICE

[panting]

Let's go again.

[puffing]

[hissing]

[coach] Go for it.

Jab, jab, block.
Block, now jab! Let it go!

[coach] Nice. Beautiful. Good cross.

Come on, block, block.
Jab, jab. Block, block, that's it.

Block! Block! Yes!

[taunting laugh]

[breathing echoes]

[grunts]

[chuckling]

[Toni] h*, h*, h*, h*!

How's your hand?

It's okay.

You'll be alright?

Whatever, I'll chop it off if I have to.

One more? Go.

[cell phone ringing]

[distressing music playing softly]

- [panicked breathing]
- [cell phone continues ringing]

Sweetheart?

- Sweetie?
- Hello. This is Rio Tour and Leisure.

[anguished gasp]

[music intensifies]

[panicked breathing]

[groans]

FIGHTER MARCELO LAZARUS

LOW BATTERY


- [music fades]
- [traffic bustle]

[Marcelo son] Mister!

What's the easiest way for me
to get to the West Arena in Barra?

Barra? That's really far away from here.

Hey.

Yo, kid.

- West Arena?
- [Marcelo son] Yeah.

- I was just going there.
- Really?

Yeah, you should come along.

I guess you're not from the city, right?

You're here alone?
You got a lotta courage, huh? This way.

Your mom know you're here?

- No.
- No?

Gimme your bag.
Take off your flip flops. Do it!

- [Marcelo son] What are you doing?
- Shut the f*ck up!

[Marcelo son sighs]

[Marcelo] I won't fight. I will not fight!

[crowd cheering on phone]

[shouting stops]

[somber music playing]

[Yana] Thanks a lot for coming.
Let me show you something.

[crowd cheering on phone]

[traffic bustle]

[children giggling]

Oh look! The bus is here!

Come on!

[tires screech]

[child] Hey, let us on!

Go, go, go. Hurry, guys.

[kids giggling]

[puffing]

The state you're in, you get in the ring,
you'll lose in the first round.

[faint clamor from arena]

[Marcelo inhales deeply]

Sit down, son.

[Toni grunts]

When I first started fighting,

I did it for my family.

That's what I always told Luzia.

I also convinced myself.

It was for them, that's it.

I was doing it to offer us a decent life.

But honestly, it was never just for them.

I was never a good person.

- [crowd yells]
- Yeah!

[crowd chanting] k*ll him! k*ll him!

[clamor stops]

[shuddering sigh]

Every day's a new start.

You get to choose
to change or not, Marcelo.

Yesterday's not today.

You can always choose
to lay that cross down, Marcelo.

Show them who you are now.

[pounding rhythmic music playing]

[dramatic electric guitar riff]

Rodrigo.

- Hey, Novaes, how's it going?
- Yeah, great.

- Looking good as always.
- Glad you're here.

- This event's great, friend.
- Amazing, glad you like it.

You need anything, let me know.

- Will do. Can't wait to see these fights.
- Alright, man. Talk soon.

[sighs]

[music turns upbeat]

[crowd cheering]

[muted conversation]

This is the LFC!

And ladies and gentlemen,

get ready for a great fight.

In the blue corner…

a really solid fighter.

Marcelo…

Lazarus!

[dramatic electric guitar riff]

[crowd chanting] Ooh, he'll k*ll you!
Ooh, he'll k*ll you!

[Toni] Fight smart. You're not alone, son.

[presenter] And on
the other side of the cage,

in the red corner…

standing in opposition,

please, welcome our international star,

Júnior

Malamute!

[funky hip hop music playing]

[crowd chanting] Malamute!

Beat the sh*t out of this guy. Go for it!

Let's go.

[ref] Gentlemen, to the center.

The two of you are professional fighters.
Fight hard, fight clean, understood?

Respect the rules, guys.

You must obey my commands
throughout the whole fight.

Touch gloves if you want.

To your corners.

Blue corner, you ready?

Red corner, good to go?

Fight!

[crowd roars]

[taunting laugh]

[intriguing music playing]

[music turns tense]

He's playing with you! Don't fall for it.

f*ck you! You suck!

[crowd cheering]

[both grunt]

You're a f*cking k*ller, boy. Huh?
That's what you are! [taunting laugh]

You don't belong here. You're weak!

Stay focused, you know what to do!

[crowd roars]

Roll over, Marcelo! Roll over!

- That's it, good job,
- [Hammer] Come on, f*ck!

- Yeah. Nice.
- That's it.

[disgusted sigh]

C'mon. Press him! Press him!

Keep your guard up. Don't forget!

That's it!

[Hammer, Catolé] Yeah!

- [horn blows]
- [ref] Stop!

- [Malamute] I slipped.
- [ref] Back to your corner.

What? What's so funny?
The f*ck you laughing at?

- [ref] Back to your corner.
- You're so f*cking weak.

[crowd cheering, whistling]

[intriguing music resumes]

TECH ROOM

Good! He felt the pressure,
you're doing great!

Keep it up. Try to speed up your punches.

You just keep at it,
and the fight is yours.

Turn around so I can talk to you.

God dammit, boy,
just f*ck' listen for a sec!

You crazy or what?

This is where you need to hit the guy.
Here. This is your target, get it?

Hit him really hard
until he stops breathing.

Until he dies, man.

If he's still breathing after this,
I will throw your f*cking a*s

into hell on earth.

Is that clear to you?

- You heard me, brat?
- That kid's gonna have problems.

Go!

[Malamute panting]

Listen to me. Time his slips.
You gotta break his rhythm.

- Let's go, move it!
- [Malamute] Ah!

- Come on!
- [Toni] You know what to do.

That's it. Get up.

[Toni] Go for it, go! Be quick!

- No! No, that's bad! That's awful.
- f*cking hell.

[Toni] Get yourself out!

- Spin!
- [Hammer] That's it.

Don't stay there! Hey!

[thud echoes]

[muffled echo]

- Pivot outta there!
- Not finding a way out…

He'll find a way out. That's what he does.

[muffled breathing]

[muffled] f*ck me, no!

[thud echoes]

[clearly] Hey, Marcelo!
Get the f*ck out! [echoes] Move, Marcelo!

Now!

[muffle clears]

[horn blows]

[sickening thud]

[Toni] Stop!

That was after the horn!
He hit him after the end!

- Ref, that was after the f*cking horn!
- Hey!

[Toni] It was over, dammit!

[crowd yelling]

- [Toni] After the horn!
- [ref] Get this guy off me!

- [ref] Stop!
- [Toni] It was over!

- [Hammer] You're not helping.
- [ref] I'm the one in charge here.

- Check on your fighter.
- [Hammer] Calm down, buddy.

[echoing] Hey, Marcelo. You alright, son?

[ominous echoing]

- [disturbing laughter]
- [Malamute, echoing] You're weak.

[echoing] Dad! I'm here!

- [g*nsh*t echoes]
- Calm down, calm down.

Take it easy for now. Calm down, kid.

Come on, get up.
You've got this. Up. That's it.

[bewildered grunt]

- Is he alright for the next round?
- Just give us a minute, f*ck!

- [Catolé] Breathe, Marcelo.
- [Toni] He should be disqualified!

He hit him after the horn!

[ref] That's my decision to make, Coach.

You don't have to do this.

- I do, Coach, I've gotta finish.
- Marcelo!

I've gotta finish this, Toni.

- You sure of that?
- 'Cause it's what God wants me to do.

- My purpose.
- Okay.

Go, son.

[commentator] This is totally absurd.
That was an ill*gal move.

Lazarus was assaulted
after the round was over, it's undeniable.

We'll see how he shows up
in the next round,

given how bad that blow really was.

There he is. That's my father.

[both grunting]

Yeah, kid, good job!

[growls] You son of a b*tch!

[gasps]

- No, oh my God!
- [Hammer] Get up!

[Malamute] You're f*cking done.

You don't stand a f*cking chance,
m*therf*cker!

- [Hammer] f*ck yeah!
- Go! You got this.

You suck! f*ck your punk a*s!
No one's better than me, f*ck. No one!

You're a f*cking joke!

[tense music playing]

[crowd chanting] Ooh, he'll k*ll you!
Ooh, he'll k*ll you! Ooh, he'll k*ll you!

- Ooh, he'll k*ll you! Ooh, he'll k*ll you!
- [inspiring music playing]

Keep your focus! Keep your focus!

[music intensifies]

Hold him, Marcelo! Don't let go, son.

[music turns epic]

[Hammer] Nice!

[Toni] Hold him, f*ck!

- [Malamute grunts]
- [Toni] Yes, Marcelo, hang in there!

Don't f*cking let him go!

- Ah!
- Don't let him breathe!

Grip tightly! Don't let him breathe.

Guillotine choke, son!
Come on! Squeeze him.

f*ck yeah! Hang on, Marcelo!

Fight's over!

Yeah! f*ck yeah!

Yeah!

- [Hammer] f*cking legend!
- [presenter] And the winner is…

Marcelo

Lazarus!

[upbeat music playing]

[crowd chanting] Marcelo! Marcelo!
Marcelo! Marcelo!

Al-f*cking-right!

[delighted laughter]

[Toni] You did it, kid!

[Hammer] Trindade, f*ck yeah!

You won, f*ck yeah!

Congratulations.

[poignant music playing]

Hey, Júnior, listen,
you're still a real fighter.

You hear me?
You have honor and you've got heart.

Remember that, son.

- Okay?
- Thank you, Coach.

[presenter] Your attention, please.
Ladies and gentlemen…

The winner is…

Dad! It's me!

- Son!
- Hi, Dad! Ugh!

[Marcelo whimpers] Son!

- I found you, finally! I found you, Dad!
- Uh!

I found you! I couldn't wait!

I finally found you. Finally.

[somber music playing]

[music turns dramatic]

[sobbing] I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Sweetheart. Sweetie.

Mom!

[Marcelo son] Mom! I'm sorry!

- Don't you say anything. Hold me.
- [Marcelo] I'm sorry.

Hold me.

[Marcelo] I'm sorry.

After a guillotine choke, by submission,

the winner is… The winner is

Marcelo Lazarus!

My dad's the best!

[Catolé] Trindade, f*ck yeah!

[Toni] Trindade, f*ck yeah!

[music turns ominous]

EXPOSÉ: THE TRUTH ABOUT HENRIQUE NOVAES
AND HIS DEADLY FIGHTS

[presenter on video]
You all wanna see a battle?

[crowd chanting on video] k*ll him!
k*ll him! k*ll him! k*ll him! k*ll him!

- k*ll him! k*ll him! k*ll him! k*ll him!
- [ominous music intensifies]

[chanting continues] k*ll him! k*ll him!

[breathing tensely]

[intense clamor]

[flat buzz]

[intense clamor]

[flat buzz]

[intense clamor]

[flat buzz]

[muffled buzz]

[inhales deeply]

[sinister music playing]

I learned from the best.

[scoffs] Well played.

Here's another lesson for you.

A champion should never anticipate
the next blow he'll deliver.

It's better to worry
about the next blow they'll take.

[music continues]

[music turns threatening]

[police sirens approach]

Good evening, Mr. Henrique Novaes.
I'm André Gomes, Federal Police.

I've got a warrant to arrest you.

You're under arrest. Come with me, please.

[metallic cuffs clicking]

[pulsating dramatic music playing]

[music fades]

[breathing heavily]

[straining]

[groans]

[groans]

[Toni] You wanted to talk?

[Gabi breathes deeply]

[sighs]

I want to rebuild Trindade.

- Sweetheart, I…
- I want this for you and for me.

I know how to do it too,
and it's the only way I've got to do this.

I'll fight.

I know I'm not in very good shape now,
but I'll train and get better.

- You can count on me.
- Sweetheart.

I'm not gonna let anyone k*ll my dream.

Our name means a lot.
And I wanna honor it.

Trindade's gonna get
the respect it deserves.

I wanna start over.

I wanna do it right though,
no fooling around.

I wanna start over,
but without conflict with you, Dad.

- We have to work together.
- You're right.

We're going to have to do a reset,
for real.

You've gotta be honest with me, Dad.

You've gotta open up
and tell me absolutely everything.

I swear that I won't judge you.

[voice breaking] Please, I need your help.

Me and you together.

[Gabriela breathes shakily]

[somber music playing softly]

[music turns uplifting]

I'm all in, honey…

- [sighs] Ah, that's amazing.
- [Toni] And I need your help too.

[seagulls squawking]

[pulsating music playing]

[electric guitar riff]

[music fades]

[crowd cheering faintly]

[closing theme music playing]

[music stops]