HAPPY 100 YEARS
Welcome to your 100th birthday, Mr. Havelange.
Turn that shit off!
Where's Isabel?
Isabel?
Who's Isabel?
Your grandma, that's who I mean.
-Grandma's name is Anna Maria, Grandpa. -You think I'm crazy.
Isabel.
Isabel!
Bebel!
EL PRESIDENTE: CORRUPTION GAME
They are here creating the future,
the business of football.
The goose that lays the golden eggs.
They are creating the FIFA brand.
They have a company to market it, ISL.
The 1980s had begun. The golden decade of savage capitalism.
From now on, all business would go through ISL,
leaving FIFA clean, as the honorable and respectable
non-profit institution it had always been, is, and will be.
ZURICH FIFA HEADQUARTERS
João knew he was sleeping with the enemy,
so he kept a close eye on him.
Käser will accuse you of corruption
with your former friend, Castor.
He told a prosecutor he can prove the insurance company deal.
FIFA was operating at a loss, and I turned it into this.
We will be the golden goose. Right?
We kicked this guy out of his house.
It's time to kick him out of FIFA for good.
That's obvious, but how?
I'll come up with something.
But the '82 World Cup will be the greatest one in history.
And with Käser out of FIFA.
Don't worry, everything is fine.
This is Castor trying to win her over.
So everything is fine, under control.
It's fine. Nothing to worry about.
This idiot is no longer a competition for me.
You sent someone to pick me up like I'm a crook who owes you money?
Who do you think you are?
I called you many times. You didn't answer. I got worried.
I told you, I don't want to deal with violence.
Sit down.
Sit down!
I have a new friend, Mr. Käser.
He paid you a visit, right?
We are preparing a lawsuit against Jean-Marie.
What do I have to do with it?
Against Jean-Marie and his company.
That has to do with you.
If you want, I can leave you out of it.
How is it my choice? What are you talking about?
I am talking about us. How great it was...
when we were close, when we were together.
It was so nice, and suddenly you became distant.
I don't know the reason, but if you change your mind,
-I'll make the evidence go away. -Are you extorting me to stay with you?
No.
It's not extortion.
It's love.
Move.
Let her go.
Move. Move!
-What are we looking for? -Documents.
Anything with João or Isabel Havelange's name.
Listen, this front against Havelange is no joke.
To finally complete this Holy Trinity,
Käser and Castor are joined by Victor Wolff...
VICTOR WOLFF
...an incorruptible, unwavering, unique prosecutor.
VICTOR WOLFF PROSECUTOR. IMPOSSIBLE TO CORRUPT.
SPAIN WORLD CUP 1982
NIKOLAI HILGEMBERG FIFA'S ATTORNEY
An attorney equals problems.
And I've met a lot of attorneys.
And João is in deep trouble.
Listen, a great time to go fishing, right?
We'll be stealing from ourselves.
Get me Käser's signature. I'll replicate it.
Okay, this is what we'll do.
Image rights?
As if we were a theater show.
It's just a formality. I can assure you.
Exactly, it's just a signature and then...
cash starts flowing in.
Behold the beginning of the famous corruption.
CONMEBOL SOUTH AMERICAN FOOTBALL CONFEDERATION
You own a gold mine, but you don't know it yet.
This is between the two of us.
But you must persuade the others.
Stay calm. They're easily manipulated.
As his brother Cedric said, everyone has a price.
CAF CONFEDERATION OF AFRICAN FOOTBALL
Well, not everyone.
AFC ASIAN FOOTBALL CONFEDERATION
UEFA UNION OF EUROPEAN FOOTBALL ASSOCIATIONS
Thus, João withdrew every penny
he made FIFA earn during the World Youth Championship in 1979.
So, with FIFA now bankrupt, thanks to Käser,
the second part of the plan was coming.
Beautiful.
With this deal, which brought
the world of football together for the first time,
João was making his big dream come true.
On the other hand,
Isabel is about to get back on the market
as a happily divorced woman, therefore...
Can I get these, please?
We're almost there.
My friend, if I knew this would be so hard,
I wouldn't have started it.
Look, that guy again.
-Who is it? -This man who follows me.
Isabel, what are you doing?
Go that way.
Why are you following me?
Wait!
As you can see,
Isabel and I had a rough start.
But I'm sure...
You can go, Larissa. No worries. We can call the police.
If you say so.
You too, Dorinha. Don't worry.
It's all right. It'll be fine.
You can go. Go.
What do you want from me?
Tell me! Do you work for Castor?
Why did you save me?
Say something, please.
Are you sure you want to know?
Because I think it may turn out to be
a bit of a shock. Okay?
And therefore,
the night your husband decided not to resign from CBD,
I decided to change you.
But that doesn't mean you're less real.
You are real. You exist. It's normal. Okay?
Let's say I have certain powers
to decide what happens in this story.
Look...
It all started here.
You looked so beautiful in that dress.
I made you do that. It was my decision.
No one decides what I do or don't do.
I know. It's very clear.
But this thing shouldn't be happening.
You're an independent woman.
And that's precisely what makes the guys who hired me a bit nervous.
Castor?
Enough about Castor already!
No! This is more important, much bigger.
Come on.
Give me your hand.
Follow me.
I move along the important places in our story.
For example, right now we're at ISL.
A company created by João
so that he could have a company that was not under his name.
In order to make his dreams come true,
the Dassler siblings met the CEOs of the ten main companies in the world.
And they used the magic words "exclusive rights."
Then came the time to sell the TV broadcast.
See? He never noticed you.
Family...
He doesn't know a thing about family.
And finally, merchandising.
Everything pays.
If air had a FIFA logo,
we would have to pay for breathing it. Get it?
SPAIN 82
And all that money travels the world and ends up here,
in the company founded by João and the Dasslers.
This sweet dream can turn into a nightmare,
thanks to a gentleman preparing a lawsuit which can destroy everything.
This is extremely serious.
That's why I'm showing it to you.
If a judge takes their accusations seriously,
there will be a case against you.
But, at the same time,
you'll own a multimillion dollar company. Get it?
You can see the benefits of being friends with the narrator.
Get away from me!
No! Wait.
This may sound--
I don't want to hear anything more.
-Isabel, please. I just wanted... -Nothing!
I just wanted to tell you the truth.
I don't like lying.
It's not my thing.
Isabel, I'm the narrator. You're packing.
Give me a minute. Listen, let me explain.
Yes, I know. I understand.
Isabel!
THE WORLD CUP BEGINS IN SPAIN
BARCELONA SPAIN
SPAIN 82
The "World Cup of Business" was about to explode,
while the report for corruption pushed João into a corner.
Welcome to Spain.
Yes, we're finally here.
Yes, finally. Let's go.
My dear João,
let me introduce you to King Juan Carlos.
Havelange, it's a pleasure to organize this event together.
KING JUAN CARLOS SPANISH MONARCH. FOOTBALL FAN.
João?
So good to see you, Isabel.
I knew you'd come back to me.
Everything we've been through.
What you did. What I did.
Let's leave it all in the past.
-I love you. -João, listen to me.
What I am about to say is not easy.
None of this is our decision.
Everything is planned by someone.
Someone above us.
God?
No.
-Is everything okay? -We...
are part of something bigger.
Are you okay, Isabel? What you are saying is...
strange.
I don't know how to explain it.
I don't know if I can. It's hard.
But I know about the charges, and it will affect me too.
I don't know who told you that,
but I'm going through some difficulties.
This accusation could ruin everything. Do you understand?
Isabel, I can't deal with your delusions.
I thought you came to help me.
I know it sounds crazy...
Wait for me here, okay?
I'll be back soon.
Wait, wait, wait.
Foul?
Wonderful!
Goal!
Bangu!
Who scored?
MADRID SPAIN
FIFA - SPAIN '82
Please, I beg you to leave me alone.
Isabel, wait.
Let me explain.
First, I want to apologize.
I don't want to know.
Maybe I was wrong,
maybe I shouldn't have shown you and told you what I did.
I don't want to listen to you. What you said, you said it already.
Now go away.
No, but come on...
You have to remember
I'm not just the narrator of this thing,
but I also...
made a change that's good for both of us.
You know what?
Let's teach her a lesson.
João...
-Congratulations. -Thank you.
Enjoy!
Are you serious?
How come I'm not registered?
Mrs. Havelange, with an H. Please, check again.
There's no Mrs. Havelange.
Let's see how she likes not being noticed,
not being talked to. Nobody knowing who the fuck she is.
Hi, Salinas. How are you doing? Did you see João?
Sorry. I don't think we know each other.
What do you mean?
Teófilo, what do you mean? It's me, Isabel. João's wife.
Excuse me, ma'am.
Let's see if she can do without my help.
-And there's still Castor, João. -Castor, that motherfucker.
Here's what we'll do,
let's hit him where it hurts the most.
Call CBF, talk to Teixeira!
We'll disqualify Bangu.
We must stop with this shit, okay?
What?
What is it? Do you want a private room? Get out!
I got the wrong room.
Excuse me.
Look at her, poor thing.
Lost and alone on an empty street.
Can't she tell I'm the only one who can help her?
I'm in love with her.
Hey.
It seems things are finally falling in place.
I'm not the only lucky one, right?
Castor will have his revenge, too.
That one lost her mind.
We have to talk to Juárez right now.
You made a mistake, João.
Making them fire her amidst all this mess?
We're the only ones who know what is going on.
We could run away together.
What?
You mean you and me together?
Yes.
I don't know. Travel somewhere...
But some place that has nothing to do with this story.
Yes, sure. This is an awful story.
But I need a favor.
Yes.
We are very happy. It's a great success.
The final is coming and millions of people in the world will be...
Look at this World Cup. Such a success.
And here I am, upset about this accusation crap,
a snowball that keeps growing. I can't stop that shit.
What corruption are they talking about?
I want football to grow. I want people happy,
and make shitloads of money.
What do they want? Football to remain an amateur sport?
They are ruining everything I built.
You built?
What do you mean, you built?
You and me... We are partners.
And this guy...
can help us.
Look, Isabel. I don't know what you're talking about.
But if it can end this shit,
do what you want.
But it must be now.
COURT OF MADRID
No luck. You got the only honest prosecutor on the planet.
I'd like to apologize...
I know you've been waiting for this moment your whole life.
However, you'll have to wait a bit longer.
Get it? We'll have to make some changes
because the story's getting out of control.
And you are not really helping, you know?
Listen, it's obvious I'm doing this for Isabel.
You would do the same.
So?
Are we partners?
Partners forever.
Yes. Okay, take it easy.
It's just a minor change. It's a good thing. Okay?
Come on, it's not a big deal.
Considering my pay, I'm doing a great job.
What? A discount?
You're insane!
Okay, the nightmare is over.
What time is the match?
Things end when there's no one left to talk.
That girl wants revenge. I know that.
Successful people have people who want to harm them.
I'll have to learn to coexist with my enemies.
And, like a God,
João created the world as we know it.
Havelange funded the great business of football to get into a whole new world.
Where there once was a lame sheep, in its place contracts now flourished.
More and more football shows,
TV channels exclusively devoted to football.
Football, football, football.
The world would talk about football 24/7.
Managers for players, companies managing teams,
Arab sheiks buying teams in the major leagues,
championships held in tax havens.
Wait, I'm getting ahead of things.
I'm almost at the explosion of history and the fucking FIFA Gate.
Let's save it for future negotiations, okay?
He'll get the business, and I'll get Isabel.
And we'll continue on and on... It's a win-win situation.
I'll be right back.
I'm not leaving with you.
I can't.
Don't tell me that. You're breaking my heart.
Not at all, Sergio.
Look at it this way.
I won't give you what you want,
but I'll give you what you need.
Boss, I don't have good news.
Bangu was disqualified.
What? Disqualified?
It seems it was Ricardo Teixeira from CBD.
We are out of the championship.
Fuck!
Hey! Excuse me.
I want to talk to João Havelange. João!
João! Show your face!
Tell them to let me in! Let me go! Hey!
Let me go!
Who do you think you are?
-Who do you think you are? -Hey!
Get off me!
Drink with us, dude. Calm down.
We used to be good friends, fuck!
You want to buy me with these bullshit compliments?
I don't envy you.
This began when I visited you in Ilha Grande.
-Do you remember that? -Take your damn hands off me!
You took my wife, dude.
My wife!
You sided with my enemy.
Why?
I saw you build Bangu from scratch.
It'd be a shame to see all that destroyed because of your shitty attitude.
It's your choice.
You know I could kill you right here.
Right now.
You know it, right?
But I won't.
I'll keep living with my team in the first division.
And if you think
you can get rid of your worst enemy,
you are wrong. You know why?
Because your worst enemy is here and here.
And he is the one who will betray you.
Fuck!
Sergio.
How are you?
Fine.
This is Sergio Jadue.
So you're telling my story.
Yes, sir.
It's an honor to meet you in person.
I am a big admirer of you and your achievements.
I'm a fan.
Let me hug you.
We think we've found a way for you to become...
vital to FIFA.
-I see. -Please sit.
This is for you.
Since you told me the people who hired you didn't pay well,
we thought you might be interested.
We are changing the history of world sports.
As in any good match, we need a good commentator.
Would you like...
to join our team?
Havelange is a clean, transparent, loyal man
who would never double-cross a friend.
He has done business to help others all his life. Okay?
Pardon?
Corruption? What corruption?
No, I don't get it.
I could try to find out.
So that we know what it is.
Translated by Ticiana Massi Grenga
Creative Supervisor