Bionic (Biônicos)

The joint, it's made of titanium.

-Sorry about the alarm. -No worries.

I'm always the one causing trouble.

You'll be opening boxes 572, 1058 and 1300, right?

Mm-hmm.

He's in the vault. Call it in.

Copy that.

Okay, I'm going in. Wait here.

-Freeze! -Come on! Go!

-On the ground! -There's no way out.

You're surrounded!

-Hurry! -Stop right there!

-Stop! Go, go, go, go, go! -Hurry, go, go, go!

It's the end of the line!

Come on! Go, go, go!

You're done. It's over.

Let go of the girl.

On your knees, slowly. Put your hands up. Let's go!

Let her go! There's no way out. Come on!

Stop! You're done, asshole! That's it!

Open the door, bro. There's nowhere to go. You hear me?

Break it down!

Let's go!

Where is he?

Holy fuck!

-We gotta go. Come on. -I did it.

-I'm not gonna make it. -Stop that bullshit. Get up.

Get up!

Look at me.

It's gonna be me and you.

You hear me? We're together on this.

Here. Take it.

Go on, take it.

You're gonna have to finish this one alone.

No way. Get up!

I'm gonna get the bike.

Brother!

I'm not leaving you.

I know that.

BIONIC

The year is 2035. And the world has changed.

But that's not important.

Because since the dawn of time,

there have always been three types of people.

Those who fight for themselves. Those who fight for others.

And those who fight until the end.

My name is Maria.

I was born to become a champion.

Like my mother.

What an incredible jump!

Helena Santos from Brazil!

I devoted my life to this.

I trained like crazy.

Faster! Crush it!

One!

Do it again.

Mom coached me

so that one day I would be ready to take her place.

And I was ready.

I would be a great champion.

Like her.

And the daughter of world record holder Helena Santos

will be the next contender in the long jump competition.

She's following in her mother's footsteps,

attempting to break yet another world record.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Just a minute. Two important details.

I don't know if you noticed, but that's not me.

That's my sister Gabi.

And that thing on her right leg is a bionic prosthesis.

With that amazing jump,

Gabi Santos is the new world record holder!

That's right. That should have been me.

My destiny was to be a mighty woman, just like my mother.

But just when my career was about to take off,

the bionic revolution happened

and changed it all.

Gabi Santos, the first ever Brazilian para-athlete to become bionic,

wins a gold medal in the first Pan-American Bionic Games.

-What an achievement, everybody. -This victory is for all of you guys!

This one's for you, people!

It turns out, I'm the type that fights to the end.

Because after all, it was my destiny.

And fate had just given me a second chance.

Átila Hirsh, 36 years old,

his nickname was Squirt.

An ex-pro boxer.

He was a real up-and-comer in the sport.

I know. The bionics came along, and his career evaporated.

What we know so far is that Squirt here,

amputated his own arm in a fake accident to get a bionic prosthesis.

But the scam was discovered, and the authorization was canceled.

Counterfeit prosthesis. How would you control it?

Don't they need implants?

Yeah, a NIM.

It's almost impossible to get a hold of these chips.

Yeah, but about a month ago,

the body of a bionic para-athlete who died from an overdose

was stolen from a morgue in Buenos Aires.

They found the body a few days later with a hole in the cranium

and no NIM.

I bet that NIM ended up in this guy's head.

Take a picture of this tattoo.

See if there's anything you can find out about it.

You got it.

Now the combination!

I trained your brother since he was a kid.

I made him. He was like a fucking son to me.

What can I say, bro?

No need to say anything.

None of you have to say anything.

Who's this?

Who is he?

The kid who showed up at the gym the other day.

He's eager to help.

He's like a technology wizard, my friend.

What's your name, huh, kid?

Uncle Hard.

Huh?

Uncle Hard.

Uncle Hard.

Tell me, why do you wanna join the movement?

'Cause I know you need me, bro.

I just lost my brother, damn it.

What are you doing here?

I don't wanna be a spectator anymore, man.

I want to enter the game. I am here to make a difference.

Did you hear that? He wants to make a difference.

That's why the movement has to keep going.

And it will keep going.

Do what you need to do.

So?

As far as quality goes, these are S1.

And these here, SV2.

-What the fuck is that? -It's the quality of the diamonds.

With this level of purity,

we're only gonna get half a million at most.

But isn't that how much we needed? That's not enough?

The hackers want a million. The price isn't fucking negotiable.

So we go with our other plan instead.

Use heavy weapons and go after the big one.

What we need is a bionic.

Damn, where the hell you gonna get that shit from? Tell me that!

We're gonna build another bionic.

Just like we did with my brother.

But this time, we do it different.

We just gotta find the right candidate.

I think I know someone.

What's up, white boy?

Yeah, you.

Did you get a good look?

You get off on watching athletes in their tight outfits, creep?

Just screwing with you, man. Feel free to stare, okay?

Listen,

a friend of my brother is a friend of mine.

Brother, huh?

I think now is a good time to tell you a little more about the Santos family.

Gabi and I were always competing.

Her childhood amputation because of a tumor didn't stop her

from wanting to jump farther than me.

On the contrary.

Come on, come on, come on!

And Gus, my brother, grew up in the middle of all this.

On one side, Dad was handling Gabi's training.

On the other, my mom was constantly nurturing my promising career.

But sooner than we ever imagined, she was gone.

My mother's premature death was a shock.

The Santos family was never the same after that.

But despite everything,

my bond with Gus continued to grow stronger as time passed.

-Hey, how you doing? -I'm good, how about you?

Good.

Maria, this is Heitor. Heitor, Maria.

He's a big fan of yours.

-Oh, yeah? -Yeah.

Are you hoping for a selfie?

Selfies are outdated.

Man, I forgot to tell you my sister's kind of vintage. My bad.

Why do you train here?

I enjoy it here.

I feel at home.

I think it seems kind of symbolic to me.

It reminds me of how regular athletes feel now.

Abandoned.

When did you start making friends who are nice, Gus?

Not Gus. Uncle Hard.

-What? -Uncle Hard. My name in the group.

Hey, let me tell you about Heitor's really cool project.

It's a group that helps athletes dealing with some challenges.

People who really need it, you know?

The ones who have been abandoned.

-There are some other things besides-- -What kind of things?

Lot of news, huh, Uncle Hard?

Hmm.

Heitor.

Heitor. I guess I'll see you around then, okay?

Maria.

And my selfie?

Everyone knows that our prosthetics are the absolute stars of the show.

Without a doubt,

they're one of the most desired and coveted products in the world today.