Based on the scenario of the Amazon region, precisely the Tocantins, the suspense speaks of places in which to wear police uniforms, however false, is still a symbol of status (it does not become an easy target, as in Rio de Janeiro) and honor, stained by banalities, remains predominantly cleansed with blood. Julio (Marco Pigossi, consistent), without interest in the family's drilling and good sight, is taken by the uncle (André Mattos, stupendous) to the big city. Arriving there he discovers with surprise that Cicero is rock'n'roll not only by the type of music that he listens at maximum volume, but also by the way he makes money. With no study and no alternative but to return home hard and discouraged as he left, the boy ends up embarking on the damnable deal. Is the "guilt" of that mentor, who introduced him to the violence? Of capitalism? From the limited perspectives? Of Julio himself? Of the stars? The Brazilian man? It is up to the public to decide.