01x05 - Ghost

[bunniefuu]

[boy shouts] Dad!

[vehicle approaching]

[boy giggles]

Oh my God, that boy is
always running around. He never stops!

Hey.

Got the job.

Starts in the morning.

- Pays well though?
- Hmm.

We'll have a roof over our heads.

Honey, things will get better from now on.

[woman groans playfully]

[emotive music playing]

[frenzied theme music playing]

WRATH

[music stops]

[neighing]

[unsettling music playing]

[coughing from cabin]

[child coughing]

[woman] Lie down. Sleep. Sleep.

[dry gasp]

[coughing]

[man grunts]

- Water…
- [Marcelo] Are you okay?

- Water…
- [Marcelo] Are you okay?

Somebody, please? He needs water.

[man] Water…

Please give me some water.

[guard] Here…
That's what you want? Have some.

Are you crazy, boy?

You looking for trouble?

Back to work! All of you.

Get your f*cking a*s up now!

[Marcelo] Come on, sir.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

What is it?

This isn't what God intended
for us, Luzia.

It hurts me to see you two
living such a sh*t life.

Forced to eat scraps to survive.

You've gotta wash other people's clothes
but have nothing to wear.

Our son should be going to school.

He shouldn't work with you.

Babe, it'll get better.

I know God has bigger plans for us.

[nightmarish music playing]

[coughing, groaning]

[guard] What? Are you tired, princess?
Get the hell up!

Hey, buddy,
what do you think you're doing?

- Did you decide to take a nap, did you?
- [man grunts]

What? Are you gonna cry now?

You don't wanna get up?

- [guard spits]
- Uh…

Just a piece of sh*t.

Get up! Come on, get back to work!

- Get the f*ck away!
- [thud]

Hey!

Better explain yourself, or I'll shove
this knife right into you, boy.

[Marcelo] They were gonna k*ll him.

It's wrong.

[man] Yeah, you think?
Then there's gonna be a trade-off.

You're gonna have to cover
your friend's shift.

You can leave once the job's done.

Get to work!

[man] Tadeu?

[grunts]

I've heard about you.

You've got strong hands.

We could make some money
with all that power.

I just wanna help you and your family.

Don't talk about my family.

It's a pretty sweet deal.
Give it a try tonight at the barn.

Pay is good.

- [ominous music playing]
- [Luzia sighs]

[child coughing]

- [coughing continues]
- [music builds]

[crickets chirping]

- [clamor]
- [clucking]

[thuds]

[music builds]

Hey? Ready to throw some punches?

Good to go.

[labored breath]

Oh my God, are you okay? Tadeu, what--?

[men shouting]

[man] Start fighting! Go!

[pulsating music playing]

- [music intensifies]
- [clamor]

[clamor intensifies]

[music fades]

[crickets chirping]

[Marcelo sighs]

It's our treasure.

What is it, Luzia?

I'll stop as soon as we have enough
to get out of here.

- I promise you.
- And when will we have enough?

[despairing sigh]

[ominous music builds]

[clamor]

[grunts]

Finish him, come on! Finish him!

[fighter grunts]

[spectator] You gotta finish him! Do it!

[fighter] Please, man…

[crowd cheer]

Real good, Tadeu.

Yet another win.

It's not much. I know.

There's this other event though.

A ways away.

But it pays better.

How much?

It's ten times higher.

- One month?
- Two months. Tops.

You're seriously going
to leave us here, Tadeo?

The two of us, alone here?

You saw where I stashed our cash, right?

Should be enough until I come home.

You know we need money.

I'll do what it takes
to get us out of this sh*thole.

I'll buy us some land.

Some land or a coffin?

I'm doing this for you and for Marcelo.

No. No, that's not true.

You're doing it for you.

Why don't you just go now?

Are you really going away?

[Marcelo] Son…

Hang on.

Come here, Marcelo.

I know, son.

Hit me. Again.

You can hit me. Hit hard.
You've got a lot of strength.

Let it out, Marcelo.

Use it to take care of your mother.

You got that?

I gotta go work and I'll be back.
I'll get us out of here.

Eh?

Promise me you'll take care of her.

Promise you will.

I promise you.

Do you promise you'll come back?

Of course.

I love you so much, son.

[Marcelo son] I love you too, Dad.

[thunder rolling]

[mournful cello playing]

[shaky breath]

He's really going away?

[motor starts]

[Marcelo son] I don't want him to!

[Luzia] No, wait, honey!

[Marcelo son] Dad!

[clamor]

[man] Just keep moving.

Hear that crowd?
Yeah, it's a full house. [chuckling]

Come on, come on.

Go.

Take your shirt off. Let's go.

You can't have anything on you.

Good luck!

[crowd roars]

[fighter screams]

Come on! Fight him, you b*stard!

[dry thud]

[crowd chanting] 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!

[voices fade]

[slow claps]

[agent] Damn,
you really are the man, Tadeu.

The cash.

[agent] You want to make
some real money, don't you?

Pace yourself. We want the same thing.

What's more, Tadeu,
you really got to see to keeping me happy.

'Cause I'll keep you happy too.

Ah, another thing.

When they scream "k*ll him," do it.

We don't show mercy here.

Rest up. You're fighting again tomorrow.

Get him inside.

[door slams]

- [g*n clicks]
- [pulsating tense music playing]

Dammit, let me out of here!

f*cking let me out!

- I need to get out!
- [fighter] Hey!

- Let me the f*ck out!
- Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Quit it!

We like peace and quiet in here.

Fight's on the outside.

Where the hell are we?

Your new house.

You been here long?

Don't focus on time, man.

Focus on staying alive.

There's only one way to do that.

[clamor builds]

[sinister pulsating music playing]

[music accelerates]

[yells]

[growls]

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

[yells]

[chanting continues]

[clamor fades]

[fighter] It was private property.

The guards would find us,
we'd all sh**t at each other,

we'd run away, and then we'd do it again.

We were just kids having fun, you know?

One day…

I was running for my life
and bam, bam, bam.

I dodged all those b*ll*ts
and got out of the line of fire…

then I looked back and…

my brother wasn't there anymore.

This makes me feel closer to my family.

Closer to my wife and son.

My Marcelo. [exhales shakily]

I don't think I'll ever forget
the look in his eyes when I left.

[fighter] We all made a mistake
that landed us here.

Every guy here feels guilt.

[Marcelo] Has anyone ever left this place?

[fighter] Dead? [scoffs] Yeah, lots.

Listen, if you plan
on busting out of here…

No one's gotten out.

But I've seen people walk out of here.

'Cause someone had bought them.
You feel me?

Merchandise.

Who are the buyers?

No one's ever come back to tell.

[somber music playing]

[clamor]

[dramatic music playing]

[door opens]

[music turns somber]

[clamor intensifies]

[man] Fight!

[both grunt]

[spectator 1] Break his f*cking ribs!

[spectator 2] Punch the sh*t out of him!

[spectator 3] Let's go!

[music intensifies]

[anguished yell]

[music intensifies]

[indistinct taunts]

- [music stops]
- [crowd chanting]

[indistinct chanting]

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

- [weak cough]
- [crowd] k*ll him! k*ll him! k*ll him!

[crowd chanting] k*ll him!

[weak cough]

[labored gasp]

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

[gasping coughs]

- [agent] You interested?
- [ragged gasping]

[agent] He's worthless to me now.

I'll give you a discount.

[agonized gasp]

[breathless] I sh**t. I sh**t really well.

- [ominous music playing]
- [fighter coughs]

I'm a good shot, sir.

- [g*n clicks]
- [man] In the head.

[g*n clicks]

[ragged breathing]

[victim breathing shakily]

[g*nsh*t]

[music turns tense]

What, you think
Aníbal would spare your life?

Every man for himself.

You're getting some life lessons now.

[tense music continues]

[footsteps fade]

[music fades]

ONE YEAR LATER

[incessant hum]

[clang]

[somber music builds]

[keys jangle]

[crowd yelling]

There's no one out there
as good as him, my friend.

Tadeu's different.
He already lost his soul.

Not afraid of dying, or of k*lling.

[cheering]

Sure, I'll take him.

LIVE CARGO

Fresh meat, yeah!

[screaming]

[Marcelo breathes shakily, grunts]

[strident nightmarish music playing]

[music fades]

[footsteps approaching]

[metallic clang]

[Henrique] So you're
Julião's prizefighter, is that right?

You better live up to those expectations
'cause I paid big money for you.

You're not going to engage
in silly c*ck fights here.

You're more than just a rooster.

Now, you're a fighter. A real one.

What's the goal here?

We need to put on a great show.

Right?

I guarantee you
your life will be much better now.

I give you my word on that.
You won't lack for nothing.

I want to see my family.

My son and my wife.

Luzia?

And, uh… what's his name? Marcelo?

You want to see them?

Here.

See? They're fine.

Your family's great.

We all want to keep it that way, don't we?

Alright, so here's what we'll do.

Ten victories, and you get to be
reunited with your family.

You'll get everything Julião promised you.

Every single penny.

Because that's what we're all after. Cash.

All our fighters wear this.

We like all of them to be anonymous.

So that's your new face.

Welcome to Club Zero.

[keys jangle]

- [door clangs]
- [guard] Get up!

Are you ready?

You aren't here to see a fight.

No, this is a real battle!

I'd like you to welcome

a fighter who's proven his power
in this arena.

He has crushed his adversaries
with his thunderous punches.

Beluga!

[crowd roars]

[growls]

[presenter] There's only one rule
for this fight…

That's k*ll or be k*lled.

You all wanna see a battle?

[crowd cheers]

We've got a new contender tonight.

He's a merciless k*ller.

This guy is a predator.

Please welcome into the Club Zero ring…

Caracara!

[cage slams]

[crowd cheering]

[Beluga] You're weak.
Come get me, come on!

[angry grunt]

[Beluga] Die, you f*ck!

You're gonna die, you rookie!

Come back here.

[spectator] k*ll that f*ck! k*ll him!

[music accelerates]

Good boy!

- [roars]
- [music stops]

[crowd cheer]

Yeah, f*ck yeah!

[edgy music playing]

[dry thuds]

[Marcelo growls]

[violent howl]

[edgy rhythmic music continues]

[crowd cheering]

[spectator] Dead!

- [music pauses]
- [crowd roars]

[music starts]

[music fades]

Just one more fight, son.

[music stops]

[Marcelo] Just one more.

[Henrique] One more win?

[cage clatters]

The next event's
gonna be at the highest level, Caracara.

It's your tenth fight, after all.

But it won't be here.

Now the venue is much larger.

Everyone will get to see you.

[Novaes sniffs, groans]

You're gonna have to let
that rage out to win.

Your ultimate fight.

You'll get what's yours after.

[Aníbal] Your next fight's gonna be rough.

Your rival's a professional.

Not an amateur like the others were.

[Marcelo] Get lost.

Don't make me finish
what I started that night.

Go for it.

[threatening music playing]

He's left-handed, but he switches stances.

You can fight with both hands.

Don't rush into anything
or you'll get hit.

[Marcelo grunts]

The guy kicks really hard too.

[both grunt]

- [hammer clicks]
- [Marcelo grunts]

I'll put the g*n down,

and then I'll help you train.

Because ever since I've been around here,

no one's won their tenth fight.

[tense music playing]

LIVE CARGO

[music fades]

[presenter] Ladies and gentlemen,

let's welcome to the Club Zero arena…

the Philippine k*ller.

Deadly.

Ferocious.

A blood-thirsty k*lling beast.

The Tiger!

In the other corner for this fight,

a worthy opponent.

This k*ller shows no mercy.

Now in the cage,

the Brazilian phenomenon.

Nine victories in a row.

He is the one and only,

Caracara!

The Brazilian hawk!

[crowd roars]

[crowd chanting]

[crowd cheers]

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

[sickening thud]

[crowd roars]

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

[crowd fades]

[echoing] But do you promise
you'll come back?

Of course.

[crowd cheering]

[yells]

[yells]

[music stops]

[somber music playing]

What the f*ck is this? Let go of me.

Get off me! I'm not getting in there.

No! I won ten fights!

Let go of me!

Get the f*ck off!

No, stop!

[Henrique] Caracara! [dramatic sting]

Bring him over here.

We had a deal, as*h*le.

I won all of them.

Yeah, we had a deal.

That's right, you won.

You're just way too expensive to keep.

There's the cost of lodging,
food, medical services…

All those fighters you k*lled.

You m*rder*d them.

So when you think about it,
you are the one who owes me.

Coward! Liar!

You couldn't make it a day in there.

You know, my family had no money.

I'm just like you.

[thunder rumbles]

The difference… is you're dumber.

How about we make a new deal?

Let's fight one-on-one.

If you win,

you'll be a free man.

But if you lose,

you'll do ten more fights for me.

Release him.

Let him go. Caracara's a real fighter.

He's not gonna run.

[wind gusting]

[thunder rolls]

[Henrique] Come on,
let's get this over with.

That all you've got, Caracara?
Are you serious? Come on! Come on!

I want out of this sh*thole tonight!

I'm going back to my family right now!

Yeah? Who's there to wait for you?
You're going back where?

You took too long to get back to them.

You didn't hear about it?
Your family's gone.

Your wife and son are dead.

It's a shame really.
You had a beautiful family.

You're still worth something. Be thankful.

You're a really lucky guy.
Alright, take him away.

[sinister music playing]

[croaking]

- [in Russian] Unexpected.
- Yeah.

[croaking continues]

[door slams open]

[Henrique, in English] Shall we begin?

[in Russian] What the hell happened?

Listen.

Ask him if he's in any condition
to take this meeting.

[translator, in English] Mr. Novaes?

Yaroslav's wondering if you're
feeling well enough for this meeting.

Tell Yaroslav to f*ck himself.

[in Russian] What did he say?

[translator] He said everything's fine.

Everything's fine? So you're fine?

- [in English] Don't need you to translate.
- With all due respect, sir.

You're covered in blood.
We're a bit concerned.

You've clearly been beaten up.
Are you alright, sir?

Hey, man, what the f*ck?
Talk, don't touch.

- Forgive me.
- f*ck's sake.

- [knocking]
- Yeah?

Come in.

Put it there.

All right. Let's get this meeting started,
shall we?

Who would you like to have, Yaroslav?

[in Russian] Mr. Novaes wants to know
which fighter you're interested in.

[thunder clattering]

[dramatic music playing]

[music fades]

[in English] I'll let you have Caracara
for three times what you're offering now.

[in Russian] He wants triple.

[Yaroslav] This piece of sh*t.

Let's close the deal
before I change my mind.

[translator, in English] Deal.

[ominous music playing]

- [walkie static]
- Franco, are you there?

- [walkie static]
- [Franco] Go ahead, boss.

Go get him.

[Franco] You got it.

[dramatic music playing]

[Franco, over walkie] Aníbal?

Aníbal?

Caracara's not in the truck. Where you at?

North wing. I'll go track the guy.

Come on, this way.

Leave through there.

Follow the road with lights.
It leads to a small town.

Go hide there. Quick!

f*cking run!

[Franco] What the f*ck
are you doing, Aníbal?

- What the hell?
- Why are you here? I said find Caracara.

That's what I was doing.

I heard something here.
I think he went through there.

f*ck, man, we gotta go get him.

What do you mean he got out?

God f*cking dammit. f*cking as*h*le.

[in Russian] What's happening?

I'm not sure, sir.

[g*nsh*t]

[in English] Mr. Novaes,
could you let us know what the issue is?

[g*nsh*t]

I had a good deal on the table,
you understand me?

You're f*cking it up, you piece of sh*t!

[in Russian] Why is he all beaten up?

[in English] Who'd you get
into a fight with, Mr. Novaes?

[bird croaking]

[in Russian] Let's put this off
for tomorrow. I don't like this.

[in English] He wants us
to wait and see tomorrow.

[Henrique] I want him back dead or alive.

[panting]

Now, finish him off!

[dramatic music playing]

[sirens approaching]

Come on, hurry! Just sh**t him.

[g*nsh*t]

[Aníbal] He's dead!

[keys jangling]

[Henrique] They treating you well,
Caracara?

Would you rather I call you Marcelo?

I see you're using your son's name.

Remember him?

You forgot everything?

You're a shitty father, aren't you?

- [keys jangling]
- [footsteps fade]

[Luzia, in Portuguese]
♪ Oh, how it hurts to have you ♪

♪ Out of sight, yet in my heart ♪

♪ Teach me how to forget you ♪

Marcelo?

[Luzia] ♪ Or come back
And pull me out of this loneliness ♪

[in English] I've got a son.

[Marcelo son] Are you gonna cut it?
Don't think so.

Hey, hey, hey!

Go ahead, cut it. I dare you to.

Come on, Adies, come on.

If you cut my string, you're screwed.

[Adies] Oh, no! One kite down!

[frustrated grunt]

Why'd you have to cut my string like that?

- Uh, this sucks!
- [thud]

[Marcelo son panting]

[commentator on TV] But here's the thing…

Are you fighting again, Marcelo?
Honey, you've gotta cut it out.

Marcelo, I'm talking to you.

LAZARUS VS. THRASHER

Lazarus had a crushing victory over…

[Luzia] Marcelo?

…making a name for himself
as a new promising…

It's Dad.

[crowd cheering on TV]

LAZARUS VS. THRASHER:
A SHOCKING FIGHT

[scream on TV]

[Marcelo] He's alive, Mom.
He's still alive!

[epic music cl*max]

[music fades]

[melancholic piano playing]

[music fades]

[closing theme music playing]

[music stops]