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are the rights of this French girl

here in Brazil.

Her child custody rights.

It worries me.

She can go or stay

for all I f***ing care.

I just want my grandson at my side.

Rest assured, my friend.

She signed the contract.

I had it notarized.

She's committed to staying here

until the child's seventh birthday.

Then custody of the child

reverts to you.

It will all be fine. It's even better

that the kid has a

mother to raise him.

You're right.

When I was seven,

I poisoned my mother's lover.

Age of reason.

I'm kidding!

I need to pee.

What an idiot!

He just wants his heir!

And like an idiot, I signed!

Stupid f***ing idiot!

Guess what name he wants.

Augusto.

Darling, I need your passport.

He just barges in

when we're naked!

Is there a problem?

I don't know where I put it.

No, but...

I'm sorry.

Maybe in your drawer?

Here it is.

Father-in-law, that's private.

Yes, honey, but we're a family now.

Of course.

When do I get it back?

Tomorrow or the day after.

It's just a formality.

Don't you trust me?

Of course.

Are we still going to Buzios?

Buzios?

Are you sure you're okay to drive?

I'm not okay, but life goes on.

Dad! Mom!

They went out. Do you need anything?

You seem nervous.

I wanted to say hi.

Where are they?

I set them up a meeting with Kaka.

Anything you want me to tell them?

You'll be home tonight anyway, right?

Of course.

No idea what time.

Late, but of course.

I'd like to come along.

I must help with the case.

Normal.

Maybe let the police do their job.

I mean, maybe

you should take care of yourself.

Go through mourning.

This is my mourning, kid.

Find everyone from that party.

All by myself.

Cops here aren't what you'd call

"the finest".

Let's go.

See you later.

See you.

Baby heir of an heir

who fell to his death.

Forced marriage. You, a prisoner.

Everyone named Augusto.

I'm a bit confused.

We'll start over.

This is Katia.

Tinho is Augusto Jr, dead.

We came as friends.

She invited us all.

The father took her passport.

He threatened her.

Listen.

The father died before the wedding.

His father wants my baby.

I have no papers. If France

refuses me, I'll kill myself.

No need for that.

I don't get it all.

Technically I should ask Paris.

There's a procedure.

Verifying your identity

takes 1 to 3 days.

Hold on.

But it's an emergency.

Got your passport?

Can you attest to your

friend's identity?

Of course.

Sign here.

And you...

sign here.

This pass allows you one

single entry.

Only France.

Nowhere else, you understand?

Am I screwing up big time?

Too bad.

I love screw-ups.

Safe trip.

Boss!

He's wasted.

Piece of sh*t drug-head.

For the last time...

I want you to find

every little whore,

every little slut,

every son of a b*tch

from that party.

Got it?

Yes, I got it.

I want every smartphone.

Every smartphone!

Those jerkoffs take selfies nonstop!

F***ing losers!

You hear me?

I got it.

Piece of sh*t drug-head!

This is fine.

- Which flight?

- The next one.

Boarding ends in 15 minutes.

Hurry, come on!

Faster! Faster!

Watch out!

Why don't my parents answer?

Because they couldn't care less.

Excuse me,

how many months pregnant are you?

Seven.

You can't fly on our airline.

No, five.

What the hell?

Yes, five. I was distracted.

Exactly five.

Sorry,

I'll need a medical certificate.

Wait.

Tell me how much you want.

Real diamond.

Look how pretty.

So?

What do you say?

I got you some anyway.

Who wants the Rocket?

I love Rockets.

How nice of you.

So, where were we?

We're in deep sh*t.

Yes, very deep sh*t.

For example...

Remember the horsemeat

burger scandal?

Did my father-in-law...

Illicit slaughterhouses.

Illegal deforestation.

Despoliation.

The massacring of native tribes.

That's one of my pet issues.

Me too.

We have a lot in common.

Let's stick to our problem.

You're up sh*t creek.

And it gets worse.

The law is clear.

Any child born here is Brazilian.

The father's Brazilian

and you married him...

Advantage Meat King.

- What do we do?

- Get you to France.

We're not dumb. But how?

We're here.

This is French Guiana.

I didn't say stop.

Stop!

I have a house near the border

in the state of Amapa.

What do you make a month?

Sorry for her.

Mind your own business.

French people and money!

It's a shack.

I go there to be alone.

I work a lot

and life here is stressful.

In short,

it's a few days drive

and a lovely trip.

We're not in tourist mode.

You're all very negative!

I'm going out on a limb

so spare me the nastiness

that drove me from France!

Thank you.

You okay, Mr. Herv?

I'm fine.

Why not come along?

It's better, security-wise.

That's sweet.

I'd love to, but I'm very busy.

If it were dangerous,

I wouldn't send you.

We'll meet at my place

and you'll cross Oipoque River

directly onto French soil.

Nice escape, right?

You'll sing the Marseillaise

for your dear Mr. Herv!

My dear Mr. Herv!

Consul General, the girls.

Girls, the Consul General.

My friends

need a place to sleep.

In total discretion.

Mystery...

Love it.

You're on French territory.

Don't worry about tonight.

Churrasco party tonight?

Oh yes!

Thank you, you're very kind,

but we're tired.

I'm fine.

It's France that's asking you.

Or else I'll kick you out.

No choice means...

no choice.

Mr. Herv is very fishy.

I don't trust him.

What kind of name is Mr. Herv?

The French consulate is here to help.

Psychos everywhere.

Pierre Barouh time!

Who are you?

If you love me

you'll have to take a guess

What the f*** is this?

Pierre Barouh time.

French people who live abroad

are such retards.

I like them more.

So gentlemanly.

Who are you?

Quickly, do say!

Tell me

what game

you ask me to play?

Let me flow with you all day

Come, let us run away

I am a nomad

Poet, man of song

My route was bad,

for happiness I long

I wander alone

I stay at home

Love is my great unknown

I'd given up hope

In the parade

I carry a flag

False modesty aside

I blow very good wind

I'm so fragile

I'm ten years too old

I'm Colombine

I'm Pierrot

But it's the Carnaval

Everyone French kiss!

Seriously, it's orgy time.

Normal.

You have such shitty taste in men!

I'm what you expect me to be

Let's give it a chance

and we'll see

Perhaps tomorrow we'll meet again

Perhaps we'll recognize

each other then

Long live p*ssy!

What's she doing with that ass?

Let her have fun. First f***

since the teachers' strike.

Look.

Here they come.

Bitter goodbye.

It was lovely.

I don't get it. I have gas.

Sounds like the engine.

Not to sound technical,

but it's busted.

What will we do?

I'll find a solution.

My friend Hector

will lend you a pick-up truck.

Know where Hector lives

in Morro dos Prazeres?

Looking for Hector?

That's me.

CEO,

sheriff,

I run everything here.

These girls

really can believe their eyes.

I told you never to laugh at others!

Jesus f***ing Christ!

Let me welcome you

to Prazeres!

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