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10 YEARS EARLIER

It'll be hard without Diogo.

Don't worry about it, bro.

Same plan as before. Relax and it'll go fine.

This is gonna go bad.

What's wrong, Maomé?

You don't trust your brother?

What the fuck?

-Wake up, Zé. -What's going on?

They're robbing the truck, man.

Jump, André!

Fucking jump!

Put your hands up.

Get out. Quick!

Okay.

-Let's go. -Are you crazy, asshole?

-Kneel here. Turn around. -Fuck!

You almost killed my brother! I'll shoot you!

Hey, Maomé! Look at me!

I'm okay. Follow the plan, brother. Go!

Asshole.

Kneel.

Maomé!

Maomé.

Fucking look at me. Open your eyes, Maomé!

Look at me, man! Look…

No!

No.

No!

No!

No, man.

Somebody help me.

CRIMINAL CODE

EPISODE 5 FAMILY MATTERS

FORENSIC MEDICAL INSTITUTE, ARAÇATUBA

What's up, bro? Did you make it to Araçatuba okay?

Shit, dude.

You know how I was after you left? Excited as hell. Mind racing.

Plans, deals, shit like that.

Vanessa too, bro. Full of ideas.

You sometimes complain, bro, but there's no way around it.

She's really genuine. No way around it.

And honestly?

I'm crazy in love.

I've never felt this, you know?

Wanting to get married. Have kids.

I thought the first one could be called Maomé.

Let me know what you think. Bye.

Gentlemen, the civil police entrance exam will begin in five minutes.

Please turn off your cell phones.

Sorry, pal.

Shit.

Dang, pal. Excuse me. Sorry.

What, André?

Talk fast. The test is starting.

Diogo, are you alone, man?

-I need to talk to you. -Relax. What's going on?

Diogo. Fuck.

I need you to run over here with some money fast. It's urgent.

We got b…

I got busted, man.

I can't do anything, dude. The test is starting.

I fucking know.

Diogo, they'll disappear my body if I don't pay. Do you get that?

Fucking Christ, André. What the fuck, man?

Ask Maomé to talk to Uncle. Handle it.

I'm taking the test. I can't handle it.

Maomé…

Is Maomé with you?

It went bad.

It went bad.

The thing with…

with the truck.

He was with me, but it went bad.

He died, Diogo.

What do you mean, André?

André, what do you mean?

What do you mean, man?

I'll fix it. Don't worry.

I'm heading over.

MRS. CIDA, MERCHANT, DAMASCENO FREITAS STREET. EVERY FRIDAY.

Good evening. Do you know Mrs. Cida?

Don't even try it.

-Calm down. -Remove your hand.

-Calm down. -Let's go for a ride.

Get in. Lie down.

Getting shot in the knee hurts, right?

I ask questions.

Hesitate, you get hit.

Lie, I blow your knee off. Lie again, I blow your head off.

-Got it? -Yes.

-Where are you from? -I was born in--

-Where do you fucking work? -I work in Foz.

Why were you asking about Vanessa?

And think twice before trying to fuck with me.

-Investigating a robbery. -What robbery?

Of some jewels in Puerto Iguazú.

Since when does a forensics expert investigate an Argentinian robbery alone?

Fucking talk!

The robbery was done by some Brazilians. The Ghost Gang.

You were investigating them? How did you end up in Araçatuba?

-I don't keep up with that stuff. -Who's the woman who killed the guy there?

You think I'll repeat myself?

I don't know!

This shit happened two days ago. You want me to believe no one told you?

-They said they killed a gang member. -Who fucking did?!

Suellen! She's an officer.

Who is she? Where does she live?

I don't know. They don't talk to me.

I know she lives in Foz. She lives in Foz.

No!

I'm thinking my revenge will start with you.

Calm down.

I work with DNA. I can help.

They have your DNA. I can help.

DNA. Fucking DNA.

Fuck DNA. No one knows whose it is.

They think it's Isaac's

because of the blood that spilled in São Paulo and because of his watch.

DNA. If the judge accepted it, there'd be a warrant.

There will be.

I can delete your DNA. I can change it.

In the DNA bank. I can fix it.

Do you have a family?

They have nothing to do with this. Please, God.

I'll take them one by one.

If you don't delete that fucking DNA, I'll kill everyone.

-I'll delete it. -I kill easily.

Because you guys kill other people's family easily.

Now speak.

-I want to know everything about Suellen. -Okay.

Fucking speak!

On your knees.

You've been born again, pig.

FEDERAL POLICE FOZ DO IGUAÇU

This looks like Gabriel next to Isaac.

He must be important.

Well, for the media,

for Brasília, and mainly for Rossi,

it's not important.

I'll kill everyone. Speak!

No!

The money was guillotined. The guys had to flee.

Yeah, but they escaped with the jewels. They're getting more famous.

-I found-- -Suellen will think I'm a pessimist.

But Brasília is right. We lost.

-We lost. Period. -I won't think it. You are one.

-Get a room, you two. -Fuck you.

-Guys-- -And the helicopter?

Registration didn't match. No news.

I looked at Gabriel's papers.

They were made in Nazaré do Piauí. Same as Isaac.

Elaborate.

They're brothers.

It dawned on me.

Why would they get papers from the same place?

They're partners.

Yeah, but Suellen said when he got shot, he had a reaction.

Guys, based on the DNA,

it's a 99.9% chance they're brothers.

-So we got rid of the brother? -Suellen did, you mean?

Well, maybe he'll get pissed and show himself.

It's possible.

Suellen.

He has a lot of tattoos.

This could be a clue into their lives.

Our chance, guys.

-I think it's a good idea. -Yeah.

It's all there.

Well?

Do you wanna go to the ER?

They should… They should have beaten me up more, man.

-No way. Stop. -He said it would go bad. I didn't listen.

-That's not why. -Yes, it was.

If you'd heard my brother saying--

Shit. That's not why it happened, André.

No brother of mine is an idiot.

Think about whose fault this is.

Who ordered you to go without me?

Even though I said just you two wasn't enough?

Uncle Vanderlei.

Auntie.

My condolences.

Did you come to be forgiven?

What's he talking about?

Did I pull the trigger on a nephew I raised like a son?

You raised him like an employee, Uncle.

Someone's biting the hand that feeds them, eh?

We'll talk later. Right, kid?

Okay, let's do it. A recap.

An ideogram that means "mom."

A diamond.

The word "Maomé" on the right chest.

A dragon.

A bow and arrow. I forget what this means.

That bow and arrow is probably an Oshosi bow, right?

This is confusing. Isn't it, Suellen?

Oshosi, Maomé.

Islam, Candomblé.

To complete the syncretism, Isaac is Jewish, Gabriel is Christian.

Yeah, well, if Isaac and Gabriel are aliases,

Maomé must be too, right?

Must be.

-What the fuck is this tiger with a crown? -I thought nothing of it.

Now, this tag here.

XIRIÚ, OGC in capital letters. I've seen this in São Paulo.

Guys, if they're from São Paulo, we know exactly who to ask for help.

I don't get it.

Officer Moreira knows everything about São Paulo.

Moreira was punished for deviation of duty.

Or for arresting a senator's son.

He's a good cop. He's dying to work with us.

Yeah…

I think you're getting tired.

Why don't you go get a coffee?

Take your phone, but I didn't say anything. Bye.

-Let's go. -You're wild.

She's cool, right?

Yeah, she's great.

She's not centralizing everything and lets people work.

-She's more flexible than Rossi, right? -Less, Benício.

The tiger with the crown

looks like the symbol of a samba school in the North Zone.

Império de Casa Verde.

Casa Verde is a neighborhood. That's something.

I'll contact a civil cop I know in the area.

Thanks, Moreira.

And stay strong, man. Justice will come.

I think it'll come by bus.

-Thanks, bye. -Thanks, man

I admire your optimism.

Thank you so much, Benício.

You know your admiration means a lot to me, right?

Wow. I'm so happy.

-The Casa Verde neighborhood. -Great.

-You can go tomorrow. -Tomorrow?

Yeah.

Already, Vendramin? We just got back.

I didn't spend Mother's Day with my daughter.

Should I send Gomes and Saldanha?

No, we'll go.

Right, Suellen?

-No, we'll go. -Great. Go ahead.

-Bye. -Bye.

Wow, your friend really is great, huh?

Gabriel!

No!

I think I'm going to pack my things.

No fucking way, Vanessa. No fucking way.

You have to stay.

If forensics found you, anyone can.

So I'm staying here?

-Until when, Isaac? -Until necessary.

When things like this happen, we stay together.

If anyone leaves, everyone is screwed.

Am I your hostage?

Like Amaro?

We're fucked! I'm turning myself in!

I can't take this anymore. I'm turning myself in!

If that fuckup hadn't ruined our escape, my brother would be alive.

You wanna fuck up too? I'm gonna stop this right now.

No. Wait, Isaac. Calm down.

Hey, Amaro.

You wanted to turn yourself in before my brother died?

Fuck!

Are you nuts?

Suelly.

Don't watch those videos next to her.

How'd it go with Fernando?

-What? -Mother's Day.

-Was he mad? -It was Mother's Day, not Father's Day.

Also, he's all busy with his federal police chief exam now.

You think he'll pass?

That's all I need.

Can you imagine?

Working my ass off and also having my ex as my boss?

I don't know. He's a smart guy, right?

Marry him, Suelly. You already hooked up with my colleague.

-Go to hell, Suellen. -I'm already there, sis.

In the presidential suite.

Suellen,

are you really leaving again?

Honestly?

I don't know.

But I've got it in my head that

that's the price I have to pay

to solve this case, catch these guys, and maybe get

to places I haven't gotten to yet.

The price is your life? Your time with Ayhu?

-Isn't that high? -It always has been.

It was for our dad too.

And you don't have a choice? It has to be this way?

Therapy? At this hour?

SAMUEL, SON

He wasn't wearing the guia I gave him for protection.

Diogo never wears his.

Bullshit-ass nonsense.

Things didn't go well last time we were here.

What's your deal, Benício? Don't even start, man.

It was your idea to use the tattoos as a map

to research a dead guy in the world's fourth-biggest city.

You're right.

Imagine living in a city like this.

Did you know I lived in a city like this?

How did you manage to get sent to all these places?

You always say there's no meritocracy in the police.

Suellen, what would you have said one year ago

if they said you'd be living far from family?

-I'd complain a lot. -Yeah. Exactly.

I didn't complain.

Where do you know Moreira from?

Sheesh, Moreira.

From doing things together.

But not just him, right?

-We have another friend in common. -Who?

Santos.

Come here, friend.

When you were faced with the thug who killed him,

how did you not shoot him?

I've thought of that every day since he escaped prison.

To Santos.

Hey, do you want everyone here to know who you are?

So, do you know this kid?

I know that symbol.

It's the Garra Verde Fighting Academy. An old neighborhood gym. Famous.

I arrested Galante some years ago.

He was a fighter there.

He got in some trouble, then he went to a youth services center.

He cleaned up his act.

He works at a café nearby.

He works the grill. You should talk to him.

Wow, man.

It's Xiriú.

I met him years ago in the hood.

-Do you know his real name? -I only knew him as Xiriú.

Do you know Isaac?

I've never heard of an Isaac.

-Maomé? -Maomé was Xiriú's younger brother.

-That's it? -They were into graffiti.

They were addicted to it.

The whole hood was covered in their tags.

One time, they tagged the street where their aunt's orisha store is.

She flipped out when she found out.

Do you remember her name?

I don't remember it.

But I can tell you where her store is, if you want.

Sure.

-What's up, bro? -Nice to see you.

How are you doing?

The Italian I found for you…

Any results?

Not yet.

But he should be on his way.

But you got paid for that, eh?

Information doesn't pay much.

-You're already hungry again? -My boy.

-You know. -Your kid already ate half a million, bro?

He's living in a shelter, man.

That's all you need to know.

You know that job I told you about that they put me in charge of?

The new export route.

It's not working.

No money so far.

But you're Soulless, damn it.

Didn't you see the guys' faces when you walked in?

If you want in, bro, we'll make it happen.

This is how it works.

We open a route.

The family sends their shipment.

And the brother can hitch a ride. Send merchandise.

But you have to pay a price. Ten, twenty kilos.

Got it?

I don't have powder.

I don't have a supplier. I don't have shit.

You know how one hand washes the other?

It's hard when they're both dirty.

What I'm trying to say, bro, is if you want powder, if you want money,

the Ambassador's trap houses are full.

Some are well-hidden.

My friend.

You wanna play pool?

Prefiero ir al grano, ¿vale?

Straight to the point.

Bigode said you're in the market.

That depends.

Depends on what?

If my other friend will fulfill his promise.

His packages have had some trouble with the law.

And I don't like when other people's problems get in my way.

I don't know about the Ambassador's operation.

But if a friend makes problems for me…

he's not my friend.

You want to sell me the solution?

I'm a salesman.

I'm always selling, brother.

You use this word too thoughtlessly,

"brother."

I'm not your brother.

And I don't know how you're different from the border owner.

It's me.

Drop the gun!

Throw it!

Stay quiet.

Stay quiet, or you'll get shot in the face. Look down.

Listen. Fuck around and you die.

Got it, man?

Where's the bag and the powder?

You crazy? It's the Ambassador's.

Not anymore. Where's the powder?

Get up.

Put it in here.

Fast.

Kneel on the ground. Kneel quietly.

Look down.

Captain, Guzmán is dead, and you got your headline.

I don't mean to be rude, but I need to recover my goods.

I'm a person who is dedicated to business, not war. Got it?

No, I understand, but here's the thing. It's 50 million.

My friend, I--

Listen closely, pal.

That's the deal, 50 big ones.

Either you pay or the deal's off. If you don't, I'll burn all this shit.

Is that clear?

Son of a bitch!

I wanna kill this motherfucker, you hear?

I want you to cut his head off and give it to his wife! Fuck!

-Okay. -I'm serious, Djeison!

Kill that motherfucker!

Okay.

What about Isaac? We have a meeting with him.

If that jerk had done his job in Araçatuba,

I'd have money to pay this policeman and get my goods back.

Isaac is getting too ambitious. We must do something.

Let him in.

Let him in, damn it!

My friend!

I'm sorry about your brother.

That's tragic.

It's all there.

But here's the thing. Caubói bailed.

He said he's a target. What do I do with this?

What about the money?

What happened?

The money became confetti.

Well, I'll do you a favor.

I'll buy your part for half of its value.

No. This is what we're gonna do.

You keep it all as an investment. I become your partner in drug trafficking.

Oh gosh!

What makes you think I have a shipment on the way?

Lean times, buddy.

This country's biggest drug dealer isn't dealing drugs?

And you're telling me

that the best robber in the country only stole half of what he promised me?

You wanna talk promises?

Really?

Did you forget your deal with me and my brother?

After this robbery, we become your partners.

Yes.

If you had done your job, yes.

But you didn't.

Then I'll keep it all.

No.

It was my investment and my contact.

Isaac,

you won't leave with it.

Are you threatening me?

Yeah.

Have I mentioned you look like my uncle?

-Wow. Are you here to apologize? -No, we're here for our money.

Where's the promissory note I don't remember signing?

The 500 bucks André had to pay the cops. That was all our money.

He got caught.

Aren't we together? Family?

He got caught on your job.

-I told you they needed more guys. -You told me?

Who do you think you are, little pup?

You showed up smelling like milk. I've even spanked you.

And it wasn't just once.

You're like an old man, a museum. You're living in the past.

Just pay attention and think. Who came up with all these jobs?

Say it, André. Who got all these TVs, cigarettes, everything?

-Me! -And you're here to cry over 500 bucks?

Aren't I a museum, and you're the badass?

-Go get some more! -I will.

First, I want our part, which is small compared to what you've been taking.

Or what?

We'll go our own way, then.

That was already settled when you rode in here on your high horse.

As far as I'm concerned, you two

are already dead.

I'm just wondering if Lourdes could handle it

if that really happened.

Let's go, André.

Let's go.

Gabriel's body is on its way to São Paulo--

André.

Of course.

I'm sorry. André.

André,

Diogo, and Robson.

The youngest, Robson, got the nickname Maomé in school.

What happened to Robson?

He died in a robbery. Very young.

So all three were born for crime, then?

"Criminals are born, not made…"

And what do you think happened

that made them…

well, that made them lose their way?

They were all born in Rio.

The dad disappeared, and the mom came here to live with her brother.

-That's when their bad luck started. -You're referring to your ex-husband?

He was still my husband back then.

I dragged my feet on divorcing him because I loved the boys.

But with time, they stopped being boys,

and their uncle's influence outweighed mine.

Hey, my girl loves these movies.

I'll take two.

-Why two, Maomé? -So my other girl doesn't get jealous.

You asshole. That girl is really nice.

You only live once.

-Shit, you're a slut. You're a boy slut. -Are you studying, Diogo?

Shit, Uncle. Look.

You know where the money's at? Agricultural defense.

What?

-Pesticides. -Defense… Pesticides.

How much money?

Each gallon goes for upwards of, I don't know, 4,000? 4,500?

One truck can carry 600 gallons.

Dang, so…

-That would be around two million, huh? -A shitload of money.

Then you need a connect who deals with that.

I know a guy who knows all about it.

-Diogo is a natural prodigy. -And a jack of all trades.

It runs in the family, huh?

-Fuck yeah. -Yeah.

But hey, you can't stop listening to your coach, okay?

-Hey, never. Never, Uncle. -Yeah?

The closer Diogo got to Vanderlei,

the more he pulled away from me, you know?

I think he was embarrassed because he knew I didn't approve of it.

But he kept it up, huh?

He was about to take the police exam when Maomé died.

-You think he wanted to leave crime? -I don't know.

Vanderlei was always saying that he hated paying the cops.

That it would be better to have someone on the inside.

But whether Diogo was planning to do that or not…

I always thought André would get out.

Son of Oshosi.

You could see the arrow that shows righteousness. Look.

Apparently, there wasn't time.

Really, this store stayed open because of them.

-Even after they disappeared. -What do you mean?

André started sending me money every week.

I said I didn't want any more, but he kept sending it.

How do you get the money, Mrs. Lourdes?

Please, lady.

Look. It would help us get to Isaac faster.

Sorry. To Diogo.

I know Diogo's on the wrong side,

but I don't want him to meet the same end as the other two.

The faster we get to him, the better chance he has of staying alive.

What's up? You wanna fuck up too?

We could take a trip.

How nice it would be, looking at each other's faces.

You won't get sick of my face?

Am I your hostage?

You don't like the city, huh?

-São Paulo? -Yeah.

I don't know. I don't dislike it.

But it'll be better in the Netherlands. Like, my freedom.

To do different things, you know?

Like being able to go to shows.

You know? Go out at night.

You can't do that stuff here.

My mom gets too worried.

Son,

don't you think that,

in a way, if I were close…

You can answer it.

-Yeah? -I have info that might interest you.

Soulless was spotted on the border.

But I don't know if he's working or hiding.

-Are you sure? -Are you sure about anything?

Goddamn it.

Hang on a sec.

Goddamn it! Are you blind, asshole?

-I'm sorry. I got distracted. -There's no "sorry."

This is worth more than your apartment!

-Okay. Let's solve this. -You hit a fucking cop's car.

Damn.

How'd you afford that?

Are you fucking with me? I'm a first lieutenant.

Head down. Get out your money, asshole.

-Are you nuts, man? Are you joking? -Calm down.

What the hell?

Fucking relax.

-Calm down! -Mom, help me.

Dad's fighting in the street.

Federal Police.

Relax. Okay?

Relax.

BENÍCIO?? CALL NOT ANSWERED

Hi, ma'am.

This will be the last time you bring me money.

And I need you to talk to that woman there.

Tell me how the money gets to you.

-I'm not a thug. I'm a student. -Okay, tell me how it gets to you.

A friend of a friend referred me.

We only talk on the phone, then he deposits the money in my account.

I withdraw it once a week and bring it.

He didn't deposit anything this week. I'm using my own money because I'm scared.

Get a bank statement. I'll handle the rest with the bank.

Just cooperate.

Okay.

It's full of rats.

First, Amaro.

Then Vanessa fled like a child.

And that asshole Ambassador who has a deal with me.

He's shirking his promise.

-I don't like rats. -We hunt rats, man.

Then let's hunt, Jamanta.

About time.

Now, who's going after the feds

to put a bullet in the head of the motherfucker who killed Gabriel?

Last time, you said it was bad to kill feds.

They combed all of Brazil looking for Soulless because Santos died.

We should think about this.

Fuck it, Lobo. It's fucking Gabriel.

My fucking blood. Our family.

That's how it is? Then fuck them.

Fuck them.

Got it. Leave it to me then, man.

Leave it to me.

I trust you.

-Done. Leave it to me. -Done.

Now, for the rat king across the border, we'll need more time.

Listen, gang. Our work is changing.

If you want to get rich by following Gabriel's drug idea, you can come along.

If you don't, no problem.

From now on, we're doing things differently.

From here on out, it's a new life.

See? From here on out, it's a new life.

The family is us two.

Put this shit on.

-What the fuck is this? -Keep it.

It's so he can know we're conquering the world

while he stays in this shit forever.

Listen.

From now on, it's Isaac and Gabriel.

Okay?

It's a new life.

Go.

Now we wait for Uncle Vanderlei.

Done.

To enter my warehouse,

you must be a street urchin or a junkie,

because you can't have much sense.

Show your face!

I'll only break your pinkies.

There's no one.

You're done, pal.

Get that asshole!

Up fucking there!

Go there!

Motherfucker! Shit!

Shoot!

Go!

Shit!

Let's fucking go.

You're fucking done. Give me the gun.

Give me the gun.

-Who are you? -It's me. Get out of the car.

Get the fuck out! Tell them to drop their weapons.

Drop your guns!

Everyone, drop your guns!

Lie down on the ground. Move away.

Fucking go! Move away!

-Now give me the safe password. -But it's all money for you!

Give me the fucking password!

Fuck it.

Take it! 05-09-63.

-Got it. -Go, André. Go!

You got it all wrong.

If no one pushes you out of the nest,

you'll never fly.

Look at yourself. Huh?

-Flying high. -Shut the fuck up!

Shut your fucking mouth and put your hands up. Go!

What?

You gonna kill your family?

What are you gonna do alone?

Family, my ass.

You were never my fucking family.

I won't be alone because we're badasses!

We'll be a lot better than you!

If you miss us, look for us in the newspaper.

Son of a bitch!

Fuck!

Goddamn it!

-Let's fucking go. -Bastard motherfucker!

Thank you. Good night.

What's up, Gaspar?

Buddy,

I've got good news.

I found her.

Subtitle translation by: Adrian Minckley