The Secret Agent (O Agente Secreto)

Who from our generation didn't dance

to this wonderful classic piece

back in the 1960s –

at the "Samba 'Arpége' Club"?

Waldir had an orchestra.

They played at all the graduation parties.

And that chorus? Who sings it?

The musicians themselves? – Yes.

And this friend of yours.

Yes, I was there too. – Nice.

In fact, Waldir himself also sang the chorus.

Wonderful.

“Those who lack life, You see, dare not dance

Samba at the 'Arpége' Club Can't be sweeter.”

Let's listen.

“Samba at the 'Arpége' Club,” Luiz Bandeira and Waldir Calmon.

Our story takes place

in Brazil in 1977,

in very mischievous times...

Hey.

Fill it to the top?

Don’t worry, everything is fine.

Fill it? – Well...

Yes, fill it, but...

What happened there?

It happened last Sunday.

The poor devil came with a knife to steal cans of oil...

Rivanildas, the night worker, grabbed a twelve-gauge shotgun.

and shot him in the chest and face.

And he lay there.

The jerk got what he deserved.

Don't worry, you are the customer.

That's not related to you.

Good?

Well, okay.

Drive a little back.

– Closer to the pump. – Alright.

– Has he been there since Sunday? – Yes.

I will tell you the whole story.

He has been there since the carnival weekend, Sunday night.

Rivanildas called the owners.

Me too.

No response.

Rivanildas fled, so he wouldn't be caught at the crime scene.

He went to the carnival party.

And I stayed here with this mess.

Open the hood.

If I leave,

I will lose my job.

If I stay,

I will be left with decomposing flesh.

I have almost gotten used to this crap.

How much?

– Stop at 120, please. – Okay.

You didn't call the police?

Oh, the police...

We called them, they said, that they would come by on Ash Wednesday,

because they have too much work during the carnival.

So far, there’s no sign of them.

Today is Tuesday. They started to stink yesterday.

Look at what the dogs are doing?

Hey, dogs!

Get out of here!

Go away!

Damn bastards, get out!

Get lost!

What the hell.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

Finally.

Thank you.

FEDERAL HIGHWAY POLICE

He has been there since Sunday.

You weren’t in a hurry.

We didn’t even know about this.

And I was drowning in this trouble at the time.

– Good morning, sir. – Good morning.

Your driver's license and documents, please.

So you’re not here for the body?

Not at all,

my partner asked me to stop and check

the yellow "Beetle."

Please show me the fire extinguisher.

Could you step out of the car, sir?

Why?

I need to get inside the car.

You can trust me.

Is it really necessary?

Yes.

Please step out.

Wait here, okay?

The extinguisher is in order.

Yes...

in order.

No drugs in the car?

You don’t smoke weed?

No.

Weapons?

I’m not carrying a weapon.

Drive on, don’t stop.

Nobody wants to stop.

Isn’t that spare tire too worn out?

That’s a good spare tire.

Well, alright.

Listen, sir...

Could you...

donate to the police carnival fund?

Captain...

Not a captain, I’m a sergeant.

Sergeant.

I’ve been driving for three days.

I spent all the remaining money on gasoline.

But if you want...

You can take some of these. Cigarettes.

Can I keep them?

Of course.

Get lost! Get out of here!

Away!

Ugh!

Damn you, stupid fools.

SECRET AGENT

From Pernambuco – to the world.

Good afternoon to the listeners of “Jornal do Commercio”!

DRIVEN BY ME, GUIDED BY GOD

It's Fat Tuesday.

So, are you enjoying the heartache of betrayal?

Is it hard for you?

Then lean back and enjoy Chicago,

"If You Leave Me Now."

WITCHCRAFT IS A POOR MAN'S TWIST

PART 1 BOY'S NIGHTMARE

OCEANOGRAPHY DEPARTMENT

Oh brother!

- I bless you, father. - God bless you.

Officer Euclid.

Wait a minute. I need to talk to my men, okay?

Go, step back.

Before going inside...

tell me what's going on.

Well, father...

I think it was that guy from last week.

What?

What? Are you crazy?

Do you think I would call the father from the carnival

if it wasn't serious?

Who's in charge here?

The artist, from the Kordeiro precinct.

I can't stand that piece of crap.

Fernando isn't here?

He is enjoying the carnival.

- Are there journalists? - No.

Just one scientist and a few students.

Right or left?

I couldn't see, I was too far away.

Suspicious.

Officer Euclid, you shouldn't have come.

I'm almost done.

I am Euclid Kavalkančis, police chief.

At your service.

The individual was found on Sunday, we need to act quickly.

- Don't you have a refrigerator? - It's broken.

When we were working, we found a part...

that is, a leg.

I started to pull it, but I decided better not to.

We called the police.

Damn...

Where was that shark found,

or killed?

150 meters from the shore.

There, in Kandeja.

And the leg...

is it a man's?

Better not say anything for now.

That's the work of forensic experts.

- Are you going to cut it with a knife? No need. - Don't worry, I'm experienced.

You will mess up the individual.

I will remove it myself.

Please wait there.

No knives.

Hand over the gloves.

Professor, just one question.

Did you take photos?

No, there's no photos.

Professor,

was the shark male or female?

Male.

Damn!

Crap!

Mission accomplished.

God, you're soaking wet!

Here.

- Dona Sebastijana? - Yes, at your service.

- Marselas? - Yes.

- How are you? - Great.

- I need you to give me a ride. - Of course, get in.

This is Klovis. Get on the footrest, boy!

- Is everything okay? - Yes.

- Are you comfortable? - Yes.

Let's go.

Did the cops not catch you when they saw your beard?