PREVIOUSLY ON NEW BANDITS
Your father has been in this place, you know?
A MAN IS BORN TO BE WHAT HE IS
Now it's you.
Dinorah, I'm from São Paulo. I received these documents.
An inheritance from Amaro Vaqueiro.
I just found out. I didn't even know I had relatives.
- You don't have any relatives here! - We need to settle this.
I don't know anything about my father.
The house is yours.
When you want to know about your father...
The father does the child-raising.
My home is in São Paulo.
My father's treatment is difficult. Not even the SUS can help.
I'll go see what this is, if there's any money.
I'm here as an innocent.
Is this guy a bandit to be hanging out with us?
That guy is your brother. He's your brother!
I worked in a bank, Dinorah. I can rob better.
This here, it's on the fucking bank!
You were dead.
Now, you are alive.
You got here in the middle of an election.
...a real man.
Push it down!
You came to support the opposition candidate
out of nowhere...
How much do you need to win this election?
- There's about four million there. - Now we're talking.
No more Maleiro in that office.
Is fucking a bandit part of the deal too?
And then they tried to kill the mayor.
What the fuck is this, Pixinga?
A search warrant. Candidate.
Do you know what he did to Dinorah and Dilvânia?
That son of a bitch raped my sisters when they were little.
Do you understand now why Dinorah did this?
If anyone has any information that could lead us to the cowards
who did this to my son, please come forward.
The butchers did this.
When you're reelected, declare open season.
This Sisterhood of the Three, do you know what that is?
SISTERHOOD OF THE THREE
That is a crime.
Isn't it?
Whoever plays with the faith of others must burn in Hell.
It's us against them!
Fuck!
What the fuck?
- Fuck! - Pour it all over! Just fucking do it!
Help!
Don't, Dilvânia!
Dad!
I know I'm a good father.
You are the best father I could have had, Mr. Ernesto.
Dad!
Ubaldo!
No!
Stop it!
Finish this.
Finish it!
Stop it, you demon!
Stop it!
I wanna die!
Stop it!
You will die.
But don't rush things.
You were in no hurry to be a traitor. So wait.
A word is a word,
and you have to keep it.
Breathe.
Push. Come on.
Breathe, Val!
Breathe, sister. Breathe.
Harder, sister. Harder.
Push. Breathe.
Breathe.
Harder.
Yes.
Thank God.
Look, sister, the baby's born.
She's born.
Breathe.
Cry, baby, cry.
Just cry.
Calm down.
Val, dear. Calm down.
Valdetária.
Jesus Christ.
Oh, Mary, conceived without sin,
pray for us who turn to You.
- Mercy... - Oh, Mary, conceived without sin...
- Intercede with our Lord... - God, Lord Jesus...
Mary, conceived without sin, pray for us who turn to You.
- Intercede with your Son... - Mary, conceived without sin...
Please.
Pray for us who...
Dilvânia.
Maria Dilvânia Vaqueiro.
NEW BANDITS
Fuck!
They killed your father, Ubaldo.
They set fire to the fucking church and killed your father.
Because of politics, my brother.
Just because they have money, Ubaldo. Just because of that.
Cratará is like that. I'm tired, Ubaldo.
Just fucking go! Go!
Things are gonna get ugly. Stay there.
What are you doing?
Maleiro!
- Show yourself, fucking coward! - You're a candidate.
- Let me handle this. - Maleiro, show yourself!
Show yourself, fucking coward!
Fucking show yourself!
Show yourself, coward!
Hey!
Where the fuck is your son?
Where's your son? That fucking son of a bitch!
- What's so urgent, boy? - You killed my father!
Tell them to put the guns down.
Put the gun down, girl!
- Stay here. - Go to the room! And don't come out!
Tell him to put the gun down first.
Put those damn guns down.
Get out of my fucking house!
- What the fuck? - Out, my ass, you son of a bitch!
- What the fuck is that? - Shoot, son of a bitch!
Take your sister and leave.
Shoot, you son of a bitch!
Put the gun down, Gastão!
- You fucking killed my father! - Enough!
You killed my father. Admit it, coward!
You ordered the burning of our church.
- Enough! - Gastão!
Put that gun down.
Put the gun down.
Take care of your brother.
Enough.
I don't want any more deaths here.
Finally, someone you can talk to.
My children are hurt.
I'm really sorry.
And, no, we have nothing to do with it.
No one here ordered your church to be set on fire.
Let alone kill someone.
The only thing I want from your community, Zeza,
are votes!
And I tell you this.
If I were in his place, I would also want justice.
- What if I burn your son alive? - Not here!
Pixinga is with the arsonists.
If you want, we can settle this.
No!
We are not like that.
- Come on, Ubaldo. Dinorah. - I'll fucking burn you alive.
- Go inside. - I'll burn you.
- Burn me. - I'll burn you alive!
- Look at my face! - This is for you, you scumbag.
- Enough, Gastão. - Get lost, piece of crap!
- Two pieces of crap! - Son of a bitch!
- Fucking ham. - Out!
Inside!
Get in!
Come on, Dinorah.
Excuse me.
Dad.
There's a missing button, Dad.
You look good.
We need to make money soon, man.
Is everything burned?
Nothing left?
I bought the coffin on credit.
Nothing left, not even for the deceased.
You should've left it in the bank.
Lots of fucking money.
Things are tough at home too.
Stop.
Thanks.
Enlistment?
What's up, Ubaldo?
What's up, bro?
They killed my father, bro.
I'm gonna kill everyone in this fucking place.
You need to cool down now.
My condolences to you. What happened was a tragedy.
Count on us, okay? You can count on us.
Ubaldo.
God bless you.
I'm blessed.
What the fuck did you come here for?
Ubaldo, how are you?
Excuse me.
- Hi, Leinneane. - What happened is a tragedy.
What?
What is she talking about? I don't understand.
- I can't understand you. - Paulino,
she's asking you to take it easy on the campaign
so people don't get it wrong.
Of course, Paulino. Of course.
My condolences.
Make yourself comfortable, Paulino.
We're here for you. Okay?
I'm gonna go back there have a coffee with Leinneane.
Are you coming?
Thank you for coming.
Nineteen hundred miles, bro.
You're far from home, Ubaldo.
I'll be very honest with you.
Bury your father, pack your things,
let's get out of here.
Spend some fucking time here. Meet the family.
Listen up. The organization has grown.
Even the annoying Carioca joined in.
There's room for you.
You don't belong here, bro.
I do.
I just didn't know.
But the funeral is on us. Don't worry.
But that's not all, Leinneane.
I owed 500,000 to the bank for the land.
With the auction, it went to 700.
Two installments are already due. I need to pay them soon.
Look, there are at least 80 people here who depend on us.
I understand, but I don't have much more either.
You know the campaign requires a lot of money, right?
But I'll see what's left. We'll definitely find a way.
You have to settle this soon.
Or else the bank will auction the land again.
My aunt can't be left homeless.
Lord, holy, eternal and almighty Father,
we pray to you for our brother, Ernesto,
whom you called from this life,
that he, having passed through death,
may find peace and eternal life in your kingdom.
- Amen. - Amen.
Our Father, who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name,
thy kingdom come,
thy will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
and forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.
Amen.
Say goodbye to your father. Come on.
Let's say goodbye to him.
Dinorah, listen.
Pixinga and his partners have just passed by on the dirt road.
There's a police van in the escort. The guys must be there. Hurry up.
All right.
Hurry up.
Is it time?
- What's going on? - Bye, Raul.
- Where are you going, bro? - Take care.
Come back home.
Hey, Ubaldo.
You know you can count on me, right?
Careful, the thugs are in the second car.
Fuck, no!
No, fuck!
- No! - Shut up, fuck!
Stop!
Fuck! Stop!
Let's fucking go. Get out! Everyone, get the fuck out of the car!
- Easy. - Get the fuck out!
Hands up. Look down!
- Go on, son of a bitch! - Come here. Eyes on the ground.
- On the ground! - Easy.
Go.
Get the fuck out! Get out, motherfucker!
- I'm gonna check the car. - Go.
Pixinga.
- Eyes on the ground! - Lie down, son of a bitch!
Lie down. Go!
On the ground!
No.
Easy.
Oh, fuck.
- Easy. - Easy, bro. Please.
Easy.
Pixinga?
I'm a father, man.
Who told you to burn down the church, son of a bitch?
Who the fuck ordered the church to be set on fire?
Nobody. It was a crazy...
Was it Gastão, that son of a bitch?
- Pixinga. - Fucking tell me!
- Please. - Fuck.
Look at my face, son of a bitch.
Look at my fucking face.
Hold on, man. Hold on. I'm a father.
I have children to raise.
Crazy, my ass!
Forgive me, man, forgive me.
Shut up!
Calm down, brother. Please.
Take a good look at me and don't forget me when you burn in Hell!
Fuck!
Shit.
Fuck!
Fuck.
On the ground!
Come with me.
Let go of me, fuck!
- Let me fucking go! - Come.
I'm getting you out of here. Let's go now. Come.
Face down on the ground!
Fuck. Give me that.
Eyes on the ground!
Face down on the ground.
- What the fuck did you do? - Tell him what you did.
Go on, Ubaldo, say it.
- You're gonna be quiet? - Pixinga is fucking dead.
- Pixinga? - Yeah, Pixinga.
Holy shit, guys!
How was it, Ubaldo?
Say it, Ubaldo!
It was a fucking accident!
- It wasn't an accident. - A fucking accident!
It was a fucking accident. Do you think I shot him?
- Was there a shooting? - He was in the car.
You were irresponsible. You were gonna get us killed.
- Fuck you. - I'm fucked because of you.
It doesn't matter if it was an accident or not.
We're gonna have to sort this shit out.
You messed up, you'll have to clean it up.
Lose the gun and the fucking car.
Gotta settle this, Ubaldo.
And right fucking now.
Go fuck yourself!
You go, piece of shit!
A police chief killed in a massacre.
We fucked up the whole thing.
We're gonna have to take a break.
I'm the one who needs a fucking break.
Fuck.
I need a break.
Fuck everyone.
Fucking idiot!
Go fuck yourself!
You know what it's like to lose your father?
Pixinga didn't kill your father.
- Fuck you. - Leave now.
Was this guy involved?
I couldn't see anything, ma'am.
The guys had their faces covered.
They moved quickly.
They came and took control of everything. And they started shooting.
Well, whoever shot knew the victims, right?
Probably.
The guys attacked with certainty.
They did the killing and left, like I said.
They surprised everyone. It was very fast.
- Ma'am. - Yes?
What do we do now without Chief Pixinga, huh?
I'm here, aren't I?
Whoever did this will fucking pay.
Give it to me.
Hello, people of Cratará!
Paulino!
Paulino Leite will ensure the water security that Cratará so deserves.
We want water!
We want Leite!
Paulino Leite for mayor. Vote 32.
Paulino Leite will ensure the water security that Cratará so deserves.
We want water!
We want Leite!
Paulino Leite for mayor. Vote 32.
- Hey! - What's that?
What doesn't she want?
What's that?
What happened, girl?
What's wrong?
Dilvânia, Zeza thought you had already collected everything.
I get it. Stop.
I'm sorry, okay?
Jesus, Tereza. Are you guys done?
Dilvânia doesn't want anyone over there.
Why not? Didn't we agree to take those out?
Di.
Talk to me.
What are you looking for?
I will rebuild this church for you.
Get this up.
Even if I have to sell my panties,
I'll get this sisterhood back on its feet for you.
Believe me.
And have you got the sign you were looking for?
He will talk to you.
Did you hear me?
God talks to you. He will always talk to you.
When He talks, you will say this to Him:
God, help my sister. She gets very upset when she sees me like this.
And when she sees Ubaldo the way he is, she gets upset too.
I'm calling him, but no one answers.
He's...
He's not right in the head.
Wait.
I'm gonna go out with the boys to look for him. I'm gonna bring him home.
Hey, Ubaldo. What the fuck is this resentment? Answer me.
I love you.
I'm gonna bring a nice biribá for you, okay?
So?
Are you calling him? It's no use, you know.
He shoved the phone up his ass.
He's resentful.
And the guns, and the car? Have you burned them?
We burned them all. There's nothing left.
- All right. - Let's go.
Let's go.
This fucking Capricorn thing.
Hitting his head on the wall. Come on, Ubaldo!
Come on, Ubaldo.
Look, the bike.
He must be around.
Ubaldo.
Look, the backpack.
Check if his ID is there.
Clothes, everything. Look.
Everything's here. Bike.
The guy is in Cratará.
Oh, boy, Ubaldo is so sentimental, man.
Sentimental, Dinorah?
The guy lost his father.
Yes, but I'm not talking about that.
He could be talking about his sadness with us.
- He keeps isolating himself. - The guy is fucked.
Yes, brother. Dilvânia's church burned down,
and she's there with her friends, doing her thing.
- Dinorah. - You gotta cry and act, Jeremias.
His family was the old man. Maybe he wants to be alone.
- Alone? - The guy spent his life alone.
He'll put a bullet in his head. Ubaldo is crazy.
Come on. It's not like that, Dinorah. Fuck.
Even I, who was there and saw the old man in the church, couldn't sleep,
imagine him, his son.
Fuck!
Nothing here. There?
Fucking Ubaldo.
Nothing, brother.
I'll tell you what, it's better not to count on him.
I need to pay the fucking installments for the land, man.
What are you gonna do?
What was the bank with fewer people you've robbed?
It wasn't a bank.
It was an ATM. Juscelino-style, you know?
No can do.
Are you fucking crazy?
It's fucking faster.
We gotta get the money, dude.
We can do it.
- It works, man. - The three of us in the truck.
You have to work. Do you wanna be fucking unemployed?
Let's take advantage of the lack of a police chief.
Lei.
Lei, I need to talk to you.
What?
I have news for you. One is terrible, and the other is bad.
What happened?
Pixinga is dead.
What do you mean?
He was taking the thugs who set fire to Zeza's church,
people showed up, there was a shoot-out, and he died.
That's terrible.
Do you think it was the Vaqueiros?
Of course, Lei.
Do you have any doubt?
But now they killed a police officer. The police are gonna go after them.
If the police come here, we'll get caught in the middle. That's not good.
Shit.
And what could be worse?
Lei, the health department will have to go to Robéria.
What?
I know I promised you, but Robéria has 400 employees
who will vote for whoever she says.
She knows me forever.
- She's investing her money. - She's investing money, Paulino?
- Is she the one investing money? - Fuck.
Take it easy.
Lei, the final stretch of the campaign.
- We need to bring everyone in. - I'm not everyone.
Okay.
Health is Robéria's.
The construction works are Carlinhos'.
Now, Paulino.
If that's the case, I want to be deputy mayor.
Are you serious?
Deputy mayor, Lei?
- Deputy mayor. - I can't do that.
Lei, at this point?
- The election is on Sunday. - I can't be left with nothing.
And if I'm left with nothing, you're left with no money.
I want my name in the ballot boxes.
You hear me?
Deputy mayor.
I am going to try.
But if I can put your pretty face on the ballot box,
we'll be together,
out there and in here too.
Do you understand, baby?
Good afternoon.
Ma'am, I'm sorry,
but I need to talk to you in the community.
I'm Diana. Do you remember me?
We do.
What's this about, Officer?
So, there was an incident with the suspects who set the fire here.
Incident is what they did to us, right, Officer?
No one is saying otherwise, Mrs. Syzélia.
But you can't take justice into your own hands.
Yeah, I know. It's up to God, right?
Can I speak to Ubaldo and Dinorah?
They're not here.
Are they being asked to speak to the police?
No. It's just to check.
Well, good afternoon, Officer.
That's it. If you want to find someone to blame,
go after the Maleiros too.
Don't worry, I'll look into everything.
Good.
Don't you have anything better to do? You keep following me.
This horse keeps following me.
Just fucking go!
Oh, boy.
What the hell is this, Ubaldo?
It's getting dark, man. Get in here. Come here.
- Come on, get in here. - Leave.
- Don't fucking start. - Forget it.
- This fucking horse is following me. - Forget it. Come here, boy. Come.
- Give me that. - What?
Give me that cachaça, man.
What about Leinneane? Did she say anything about helping?
Nothing.
She said she ran out of money.
Isn't it fucked up?
I made her four million, and she can't pay part of the debt at the bank?
Who could it be now?
What's up, Zeza?
Waldomiro.
- Did you find Ubaldo? - We didn't.
I found him.
Thank God. Where is he?
He's hammered.
He's at my place.
He's okay. He's all right.
I found him with a horse.
- A horse? - Not a horse, it was...
- But why didn't you bring him, man? - How could I, Zeza?
Bring him back the way he was?
When I talked about coming here, his eyes would get teary.
Go get him, come on.
No, leave him there.
He's fine. He's well taken care of.
Let's go in, Waldomiro? To eat something.
What do you have?
- Excuse me. - Cake, bread, coffee.
Hey, Tirolesa. I found him.
But he's not okay. It's just gonna be the three of us.
I'll be right there.
Go, go.
- This way. - Okay.
Yes.
Here. Take it.
- We go? - Let's go.
Let's go fucking fishing.
Go, go, go!
It's not fucking moving!
Go!
- It's not moving! - Go!
I'm fucking trying.
It's fucking stuck, brother.
Go, go!
Fuck!
It's not moving, fuck!
Stop, Dinorah. Stop!
Fuck, Jeremias. What now?
Fuck!
Back up. Back up to get some fucking momentum.
Back, go! Do it! Back up!
Go! Step on it, Dinorah!
Go! Go! Go!
Just fucking go!
Fuck!
Yes! Fuck!
Let's go!
Come on!
We fucking did it!
I'm in the shower, Paulino.
The party people almost ate my liver.
They called me a traitor,
there was slapping on the table, papers flying, fingers in the face,
a complete spectacle.
But I got what you wanted...
Deputy Mayor.
Why are you hiding your laughter? Isn't that what you wanted?
Yes.
You're not going to thank me, are you?
You're the one who should be thanking me.
I thought our marriage was over.
It is over.
I'm doing the usual.
What I want, how I want it.
All fucking stained.
Everything is stained, look.
Fuck.
- Doing this with money should be a crime. - Keep your voice down, Zeza is over there.
Can it be washed?
What about the fives?
- No, it's stained. - Ten.
The 100 notes.
Fuck!
Fuck, Dinorah.
No.
Just fucking stop.
Come on, Ubaldo. The vote count is underway.
I'm not coming, I'm busy.
Hey.
Go, go!
I'm not coming. I've done too much for this campaign.
I know you just arrived, but we respect our elders and tradition in this family.
This is tradition.
Your aunt worked like a dog
on this fucking campaign and wants you close,
the three siblings, when that worm loses.
So, you're coming.
This is for Zeza. This is not for the Leites.
You're going to wash your smelly armpits, put on a clean shirt.
I'll wait for you here, then I'll bring you back.
Hurry up.
Take it easy, the guy is really grumpy.
You look bad, huh, man?
Let's see what this shit turns out to be.
Fuck you, Jeremias.
How's the distribution?
Everything's fine. Only two to go in Santa Maria.
Fucking shit.
Maleiro is a hard-working guy
Let's go for the win, guys?
That's our mayor!
- Good morning. - Good morning, Mayor.
Hey.
Look who's here.
- Dad. - Hi, my dear.
- Just one. - In a bit.
Let's go!
Mr. Mayor!
Come on, the results will be out in five minutes. Let's go!
Let's go for the win, everyone!
Hey, Gastão!
Yeah!
To victory!
This is for you, okay?
If you want Cratará to do well...
Yeah, that's it! Okay.
All right. Okay, thank you.
We won, Cratará!
Shit, brother!
Dilvânia!
Cratará is ours!
Fuck!
PAULINO LEITE MAYOR
Fuck!
You're the one who won, not that son of a bitch. You understand?
Congratulations, Ubaldo. Fuck!
Victory is ours!
Look at Zeza, look.
Come on, Aunt Zeza!
- Come on, Zeza! - This is Aunt Zeza!
Zeza!
Long live Cratará!
Thank you all for your collaboration.
I know how dedicated everyone was.
We went after every vote, every person to talk about our plans, but...
unfortunately, we lost.
CRATARÁ SUPPORTS PAULINO
This is for you!
For you!
Where is he?
Where is Gastão? Where is he?
You're a piece of shit, Gastão.
Holy shit!
We were going to win.
You lost.
Cratará!
Forty years...
late.
Now is the time for the new Cratará.
And for those who wanted our beloved city to fall behind,
I have a message.
Watch the fuck out!
Now, it's Paulino!
You are a piece of shit.
And this here...
this is trash!
Trash!
This campaign was done face to face, with honesty.
People getting involved, engaging in our campaign.
Young people.
My wife, my people, who don't let me forget anything.
My living memory.
Look, people.
I want to thank Mr. Lucas and Mrs. Rosana.
Robéria, my little sister, who is here,
a fighter in this campaign.
Uncle Curumim, Nathanael...
The Vaqueiro family.
I want to thank Pedro, Léo
and Daniel from the Three Brothers dealership.
And I also want to thank
the people of Zeza,
the Vaqueiro family.
Thank you very much for your help and support in this campaign.
Zeza! Zeza! Zeza!
Thank you to each and every one of you who voted, people.
Two hundred and seventy-three votes.
A tight campaign. A tough campaign.
Every vote counted.
And we achieved victory!
Victory!
Victory! Victory! Victory!
Congratulations, Mr. Mayor.
- Your time will come. - You cuckold.
Well, I'll say a few quick words here.
They say that behind a great man there is a great woman,
but I prefer to say
that there are men who only exist
because they have a great woman by their side.
And this woman is Leinneane Leite!
Give it up for her!
My Deputy Mayor.
First of all, I would like to thank Syzélia Vaqueiro,
our aunt Zeza,
who has done more than any mayor in this town.
Hell of a speech!
I would like to thank my sisters,
Dinorah Vaqueiro and Dilvânia Vaqueiro.
These are real fucking women!
Vaqueiro!
You are fucking brave women!
And our fellow fighters,
Sabiá, Sivirino, Tirolesa,
Jeremias!
They are from the Vaqueiro family!
- Let me fucking go. - Get down.
- Let go of me! - Are you nuts?
Go, Ubaldo!
- Let me fucking go! - Get the fuck out!
- Get the fuck down! - Let's get back to what's most important.
Let me fucking go.
The boy is excited. We shall forgive him.
He's the first Vaqueiro I know who only knows horses from Western movies.
And cattle from the butcher's shop.
The boy is excited, people.
He was lost for a while,
but he returned to Cratará and finally found a purpose in life,
working for me. Working for our campaign.
Thanks to everyone...
What the fuck?
Vaqueiro, you piece of shit.
Thank you so much!
You think the party is yours?
Let's fucking go!
Get out of the car. Come!
Paulino has a message for you.
This is for you to learn
not to mess with authority.
I was the one who put that fucking authority there.
I'm the one in fucking charge here...
Just fucking respect the Mayor.
Are we alone here, Senator?
You managed to do the impossible, Gastão.
You're not going to say anything?
You're out, Gastão.
You don't even deserve an inheritance.
Your inheritance, Dad,
is hate!
Who started hating first?
Was it me or was it you?
Say it.
Rest in peace, Senator.
Rest in peace...
because hunting season is open.
Creative Supervisor Cláudia Santi