Double Crossed: Sooner or Later, You'll Pay the Price

- Everybody ready? - Twenty-five, play.

Two hundred on black, please!

Let's go, another round, place your bets!

Two, three, four hundred...

The minimum bet is 8,000 euros.

- Dealer 16. - Dealer 18.

Ladies and gentlemen,

place your bets, please.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

We are here for the party.

- What party? - What do you mean?

What party?

Look, if there's a secret password, I wasn't told.

But I got an invitation.

Here it is.

Come closer.

Welcome.

Are you guys ready? Place your bets.

Rick! I'll be taking care of you, okay?

Cowboy, please.

What can I get you, ma'am?

A dry martini.

No more bets.

Two hundred on red.

Mm.

So? Do you like it?

Lara?

Hey, sis!

Care to join me?

Johnny's martini is dirtier

than your wildest dreams.

Right, Johnny?

Let's go.

Hey! What are you doing, man?

I am docking the boat.

You can't dock here.

- Hey! Hey! Hey! Are you deaf? -

Lucky for you, you're not deaf, right, bro?

You really enjoy taunting me, don't you?

I've asked you not to wear this dress.

Happy?

Now, will you no longer think your sister looks like a little whore?

Place your bets, 17, 18.

As the saying goes,

"There is indeed a better world,

"but it is way too fucking expensive."

Fuck your sayings, dude.

- Let's just get this over with. - Chill the fuck out, man.

Savor it. Let's take a look around

and feel the vibe.

Look.

Good evening.

I'll gift you a doll to play with, Nuna.

You look gorgeous.

- Shall we? - You go ahead. I've got to pee.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven hundred...

Fuck me.

What?

Are you fucking kidding me?

You want us to rob Bruna's hustle.

You motherfucker.

Chill the fuck out, man.

- I'm out. - Raimundo.

Raimundo. Raimundo?

Shit. Shit.

- Okay, guys, this is a fucking robbery! -

DOUBLE CROSSED

- Come on, get out. - Get the fuck out, now!

- Go! - Go on! Move!

- Calm down. - Go on! Move!

- This girl smells fucking good. - Give me the bag.

Hey, listen to me. I want all the jewelry in the bag.

- That's it, all the jewelry in here. Now. - Cell phone.

- Where is it? -

Juliana, just do what they say.

Zip it. Shut the fuck up.

What do we have here? What about this watch?

It's a Rolex. Jackpot, man! It's a fucking Rolex! Yes!

Cut it out. Concentrate.

Slow and easy. The watch is mine now. Good man.

Just do as you're told and no one's getting hurt, okay?

- Gringo wants to keep his bag, bro. -

Now, that's a pretty shirt. Take it off.

- What about your shoes? - What?

- The shoes? - Dress shoes? Yeah.

- What brand? - Ferrarette.

- "Ferra" what? - Ferrarette.

Ferrarette. I like the sound of that.

I want them. Easy, chill.

- These are fucking awesome shoes, man. -

- Son of a bitch! -

- Son of a bitch! - Fuck!

- Have you lost it? -

Are you fucking insane?

- Hey, man. - The fuck?

Are you okay?

Motherfucker!

I don't wanna die! I don't wanna die!

- Shooting me from behind, you bastard? - Stop crying! Stop crying!

If there's one thing I hate, it's fucking traitors.

Keep praying.

- -

Let's get the fuck out of here.

Ten thousand each. There it is.

PORT POLICE

Petty fucking cash, man.

If you got a problem,

you can settle it with management.

Why not, right?

Easy, bro.

Don't push your luck.

You know what?

You're a bunch of turds.

So, what if she's this scary bogeyman? Fuck her.

She has the habit of ripping people's tongues out.

I say fuck her, bro.

I'm done being a wuss. I want to know what's in that bag.

It's none of your business.

Everything's fine. No changes.

Hey, boss...

no disrespect, but I was wondering...

why you're the one who always keeps the bag.

No funny business, Serginho.

My partner over there was shot, did you know that?

Enough, man!

Let me see it.

It was nothing.

Don't sweat it.

Nothing, bro? As fucking if.

We get peanuts for putting our asses on the line,

and worse, we have no idea what your endgame is.

My scheme is only for those who think big.

For those who look ahead.

If you don't like it, get lost.

Keep your dog on a leash, André.

What do you mean, "It's just a flesh wound"?

Look, enough's enough.

You could have been killed.

Raimundo, I already told you,

I don't want to be a thug's wife, didn't I?

You're right.

Okay, I'm done.

I've brought you here to discuss something else.

What?

You can buy the tickets to Cabo Frio.

For Sunday.

- Sunday? - Sunday.

- Now? - Yeah.

Why waste time?

I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

I don't want to waste another second.

Oh, fuck!

Here.

- - Mmm.

- You're hot. - You are.

- I feel like thinking big. - Oh, yeah?

Looking ahead, you feel me?

What can I do for you?

Ah.

You could put in a good word with your sister

to let me in on the big-league stuff.

Serginho.

You realize Nuna has no clue who you are, right?

Not the slightest idea.

You know I get the job done, right?

- Hey. - What?

Tell her,

I'd make a great right-hand man.

You know what I know?

You're no good unless your mouth is shut...

- - ...and your cock is hard.