All language subtitles for Tropa de Elite 2 [2010]-480p-BRrip-x264-StyLishSaLH

We'll wait
behind the hospital.

Tell me when he comes out, ok?!

He's going to
the parking lot.

Pay attention
he's coming out.

It might seem an american
movie cliche...

but it's in the death moment
when we understand life.

I've beaten up many drug addicts.

I've pulled to pieces
many corrupted cops.

I've sent many
criminals to the pit.

But all that wasn't my personal life.

Society prepared me for that.

And a given mission, homeboy,
is a mission complete.

Elite Squad 2
Now the enemy is another

Special Operations (BOPE)

Never will...

Say it! say it! who did you kill?
you can say it.

-Ask to leave! ask to leave!
-No, sir!

Otherwise, you'll leave.

Because my son is being born.

He has two kids!

I tried to save my family...

I got a reliable man
in my place.

It didn't work, so I came back.

I stayed in BOPE for many years.

I led the unit
fighting till the end.

I'd still be in BOPE today
if it wasn't for what happened...

In the Prison Laércio
da Costa Pellegrino...

Known as Bangu One.

BANGU ONE - 4 YEARS AGO
- Great Bird.
- Hey! what's up?

BANGU ONE - 4 YEARS AGO
- How are you?
- Fine.

Do you have a lot of work over there?!

In that prison they were gonna stop
the biggest drug dealers.

Then, homeboy...

the guys that the police got
and didn't kill...

because they were gonna
lose money.

- Is everything alright?
- Yes.

Each gang stayed
in an isolated wing.

If you mixed them,
They'd kill each other.

Do you know what they did there?

The same thing they did
outside the prison.

They were always at war,
disputing the city's control.

I thought that the right thing was
to shut the door, throw out the key...

let them kill each other there.

But there are many
left-sided eggheads...

that gain their lives
defending criminals.

And they convince many people.

... The most insane thing we've discussed
is that the prison nowadays...

is an extremely expensive place...

to make people worse.

More and more...

Fraga was always calling me fascist...

But never had the courage to say that
in front of me.

When we argued,
he pretended he respected me.

Shit, I had to do the same thing.

For you to have an idea, in 1996...

the number of Brazilian prisoners
was 148.000.

Nowadays, ten years later,
the number is...

over 400.000.

It's more than the double.
it's almost triple.

I calculated it.
It's perverse, it's here.

Obviously it's no good.

a History teacher calculating,
it's a disaster.

But I can't help showing you
my calculation...

because of this, I've realized...

that the number of Brazilian prisoners...

doubles in every eight years.

While the Brazilian population...

doubles in every 50 years.

If we keept it like this, in 2081...

the Brazilian population
will be over 570 million...

That is, your kids,
grandchildren, great-grandchildren.

While the number of Brazilian prisoners...

will be over 510 million.

Your kids, your grandchildren,
your great-grandchildren!

That means, 90% Brazilians will be in jail!

Can you imagine this? hey, Júlia?

Have you imagined
this way to get retired?

But look, don't worry,
don't worry...

this situation gets better.

In 2083, all Brazilians
will be living here.

In a condo like this one here.

Bangu One.

Our first high security prison.

- Great Bird.
- Hey, what's up?

I'm gonna get something quickly
from Beirada...

- But everything is alright.
- Okay, pal.

Right here, ladies and gentlemen...

are the forty most dangerous criminals...

from Rio de Janeiro. Forty!

Ali Baba is outside.
In the palace.

But the forty are here, assured.

Is everything alright?

What's up, Great Bird?
Will you chirp for us?

Tell me, Beirada.

So, according our deal...

- Here.
- Here are the pieces.

Go get this.

Everything's fine, right?

I wanna see the same, pal,
if it's inside.

Bind the guy there.

If you pay attention,
Bangu One reminds us...

of the daily life in our city.

Rio de Janeiro is, nowadays...

distributed in three gangs,
constantly fighting against each other...

Bangu One is exactly the same.

Bind this guy.

Three gangs feeding the hatred...

and the hostility among themselves.

Beirada, what fucking shit is that?

- "what fucking shit is that" is fucking nothing.
- Shut up, shut up.

He's making a lot of fucking money with that shit.

Be careful, guys, careful.

A bunch of wretched people...

that didn't have conditions
to have a good education...

that didn't have other choices
in their lives...

locked and forgotten
in the worst conditions ever...

and being controlled
by a police...

inclined to corruption.

Beirada is in sight.

Tell the headquarter that
Bangu One had an outbreak.

Bring some coffee,
bread only is fucking bad.

- I want Whatssup.
- Calm down, calm down!

- Get away, get away.
- Open that shit.

- What's up pal?
- Go for it!

Didn't you say
you were gonna kill me, man?

You'll die.
Get one in your fucking ass.

- Fuck, I'm a real man.
- You're a fucking real nothing.

É sujeito homem.
E bandido nessa porra.

And some people dare to say that..

Brazil is the impunity's country.

It might be, for a certain
group of our society.

But for the rest,
the menial groups...

for the mere mortal ones,
it gets really bad.

Put this shitty man inside.
In the oven.

-Go!
-Go to the pit, you son of a bitch.

The man is gonna die!

You guys made the pig get fat,
now we're gonna roast it!

Hey, bring the mattress.
Get it, get it.

Come in, come in. Rapé, water him.

-Let's go, boss.
-Water him...

Let's go, boss.
You're gonna take a shower.

You're gonna learn how to roast a pig
you son of a bitch.

-Shower!
-Get him wet.

Let's see the Third.

Let's get that son of a bitch.

You're surrounded.
You can't scape.

You son of a bitch.

-You red ass.
-I'm gonna shoot.

You shit.

If you don't wanna die, man,
you shouldn't have been born. Understand?!

We're at war!

-Open this shit, man.
-Shit, go!

What's up, brother?
Go to hell, man!

I don't deal with the police.
You're gonna die.

If you come in, everyone dies.

No fucking deal!

Call Mr. Fraga,
Call Mr. Fraga...

No deal with the police.

Open this shit, man.

I asked you guys to turn off
the phone but I left mine on.

Wait a minute,
very quickly.

Criminals need guys like Fraga
when they do something wrong.

And the thing Beirada did
changed Fraga's life...

changed Rio de Janeiro...

and my life.

The criminals
set Whatssup on fire.

He's on fire right there,
but everyone is on the central corridor now.

-Are you listening?
-Positive.

By what I see, I think
it's a big one and two small ones.

I think it's a twelve gauge
and two pistols.

The DESIPE guys are bound on the bars,
so close to you.

They wanna break one door.
Which door is that?

-Third Commando.
-Close up on the door.

Those guys want to get in
the Third Commando's wing.

They wanna kill everyone there as well.

If they wanna get in,
let's let them get in.

Let's let them get in.

André, leave the patrol ready...

But don't do anything
until I tell you so, okay?

Let them get inside.

-Did you understand??
-Positive, Colonel.

Zero One, I'm ready.

-Show me the patrol.
-Monitor 4, Colonel.

Confirm...

André, confirm if that's a twelve
in that bum's hand.

Where's the Third?
I wanna go to the Third in this shit.

Positiv3, Colonel. Understood?

Yes.

Captain, we have a great
opportunity here.

Nascimento, wait a minute...

For that I need
Governor's authorization.

Wait a minute, excuse me.

The Red Commando killed
the most important heads of the ADA.

Nascimento is asking for authorization
to finish the work.

I might be a good idea, Governor.

It solves the problem for good.

And the people will support it, Governor.

Nobody can stand those sons of a bitch.

No. I don't want another Carandiru.

-Where's the Human Rights guy?
-I already sent him there.

Might be arriving now.

Tell Nascimento to be quick.

The Governor knows the opportunity...

que a gente está tendo aqui,
comandante?

-Will you guys let him come in?
-That guy is here, Colonel.

He's already here.

Open this shit right now.
I want the fucking Third, man!

What's up, pal? what's up?

Nascimento, how will we deal
with this problem....

-in an impersonal way. Alright?
-Alright, Fraga.

But unfortunately I can't
allow you to go inside.

If I don't get in,
there will be a slaughter there.

-The slaughter already started, Fraga.
-I know.

-The slaughter already started.
-I know, I know.

I just don't want to remove
you dead from this place.

Colonel, I just want you to understand...

That your boss already allowed me to get in.

I'll get in.

Fraga!

-The vest, Renan.
-No need.

-It's not necessary. I won't wear that.
-Wear the vest, Fraga.

If I wear it there, Colonel...

They won't trust me.

André, Che Guevara
got in without the vest.

Beirada, what the fuck is that?

What's going on here?

Can't this shit zoom in?

He's exactly in front of you, André.
Can you hear me?

With all the respect I have for you...

-Positive.
-With all the respect...

we're solving our own problem,
do you get it?

Solving your problem?
In this way?

Beirada has a pistol in his hand.

We're gonna do what we have to do,
do you understand, Fraga?

-Let me tell you something...
-With all respect.

Those BOPE guys are outside,
they are gonna get in and kill everybody.

I don't give a shit!
We're gonna kill all the fucking shit in here.

They don't give a damn to those people, Beirada.

At least think.
BOPE gives a shit to those men.

They haven't come in because I am fucking here.

He's fine.
Take it easy, take it easy.

If I leave, you're fucked up.
Let the guys go.

-Are you sure?
-I am. Let them go.

-Are you sure, Mr. Fraga?
-Do that, Beirada.

-I'm serious.
-I'll stick with you. Let them go.

At least think.

Let them go, then I'll go there
and talk to you. Do that.

Do that. Let them go.

-Let the guys go, Beirada.
-Do you assure it, Mr. Fraga?

If I leave this place,
you're fucked up.

Let's stop it ASAP.

Let them go and finish it ASAP.

Enough death in this shit.
Let's get it over.

-Do that. Let them go.
-Paulinho, Leave the guys there.

-Leave them.
-Alright.

Shit, let the guys go.

You'll untie the hostage, André.
Untied one.

He's in control, André.

Relax, calm down.

Opned the door, did you see?

He opened the door and is gonna let one go now.

One of them left, another one is going out.
o Fraga is inside.

It's alright, he has the control, André.

Wait André. Wait, André. Shit..

Don't shoot, André! Don't shoot!

-He's gonna die, man.
-Put down the gun, Beirada.

I won't put it fucking down.

Put it down because he won't shoot anymore.

-He will, brother.
-Can you hear, Captain?

-Let the hostage go.
-There won't be shooting. It's over.

Nobody shoots in this shit,
can you hear, Captain?

-Let the gun down, Beirada.
-I won't the fuck down.

-Fuck.
-There won't be shooting, Captain!

Let the gun down. Let the gun down
because it's over. It's over, Beirada.

-Look, beirada, it's over.
-Let him go.

-You can trust.
-That's betrayal, man.

Trust me, Beirada. It's over.
Let the gun down.

Put it down, you can trust me.

André Matias took the chance he had.

He did that he learned at BOPE.

Killed the bum to protect the hostage.

The thing, homeboy,
is what a 7-6-2 bullet does...

it pierces a small opening...

but when it gets out the body,
it pierces an opening as big as an orange.

The staff got in
in less than a minute...

we had solved the situation.

Matias eliminated the most crusty guy...

-of the Red Command's History.
-Hand on your head.

But there was only one detail
that screwed up everything.

His fucking shirt.

"Human Rights" written in english
and blood stained...

That shit became the headlines all over the world.

Massacre, complete slaughter,
was what happened inside that place.

The Governor will have
to explain why he promissed me...

that there wouldn't be any massacre, but later...

Colonel Nascimento
and Captain Matias...

executed the prisoners in cold blood.

Because that was an execution. Execution.

But tell us the details. Was there any deal?

No. There wasn't time to deal.

Matias' bullets by Nascimento's commandment...

got there first.

BOPE got there only
and exclusively to kill.

Besides that, BOPE did what
it's already used to do in Rio's slums.

An ethnic cleaning.
A social cleaning.

That's what they do.
That's what they are paid for.

To be cowards.

BOPE today acted cowardly in the prison...

as well as it acts cowardly in the slums.

I'd like, only once...

to see the BOPE invade and arrest a drug deal...

from a mansion.

But that's not what they do...

Hey, Public Safety Secretary?

Where the BOPE's truck doesn't go,
isn't that right, General Police Commander?

So you think that BOPE acted violently?

Was that what screwed up the operation?

What we can't admit is a State's representative..

being more violent than those who we think...

that are actually violent because they are in jail.

It's absurd.
It's becoming banal.

More and more banal.
Nobody thinks it's weird?

Having a Police with a skull as a symbol?

Having a Police with the death's symbol?

I think it's unexplainable, Mr. Governor.

I'm startled.

You'll have to give us an explanation, sir.

And don't tell sus that Colonel Nascimento...

ignored your commandment.

Colonel Nascimento
was such a coward.

Commanding all the massacre.

But who's in control
of the Police is the Governor.

It's all his own responsability.

Fuck, I did everything I could
to save Fraga's ass and he he pissed me off.

I never got nosy into Rosane's
life after we got divorced.

But marrying him was a betrayal.

That man was always filling
my son's head with shit.

I think better not even go.
Didn't you read the news today?

So why isn't Formoso
talking to me right now?

Why I can't talk to Formoso?

So when...

When he comes to talk to us...

we'll talk to the press first. See you.

Commander, it was all my decision.

I killed the bum.

Let me be in charge of this all alone.

It was my resposability, André.

It was my resposability. The patrol is mine.

Colonel, excuse me...

but if we're meant to fall,
let's fall shooting.

Now our batallion is abandoned.

Let's call the press
and spread the shit.

Let's fuck these
sons of a bitch up, Colonel.

André, you heard what I was saying.

Did you hear my talk to Pinheiro now?

-Did you hear?
-Yes, sir.

So do you wanna fight
against the Governor now?

Through the Press?
do you wanna fuck up the batallion?

You don't want.

Lupe, did you find the General Commander?

No. he left, lunch time.

So find out here he went
to have lunch and let me know.

The guys are afraid to talk to me.

I'm not afraid of talking to them.

After all the accusations made by...

the Human Rights AID representative,
which got spread all over the world...

The Governor's hall is gonna fire some...

BOPE officers involved in the
Bangu One operation.

It's true. But if they get Otávio...

Who are they gonna get, Guaracy?

How it's gonna be or not,
it doesn't matter.

The Governor wants Nascimento
fucking ass fired by tomorrow.

-Ok.
-That's it.

Let's solve this for good?

Let's get him, and promote the subcommander?

-Renan?
-Yea.

-Renan is a great idea.
-Yea. Renan.

Then we decide who
we're gonna put in his place.

It's true

Fuck.
Don't look now...

but that son of a bitch is coming in.

-Who?
-Nascimento, look.

The Governor needed a scapegoat.

Put Beirada's death in my account.

But, for the people, homeboy,
a good criminal is a dead one.

Congrats.

Go talkt o him.
Give him a hug.

Go talk to hi, go.

Colonel! welcome.

What a good surprise.

Welcome.

I'd like to ask your attention...

your attention, ladies and gentlemen.

Queixada, closeup.

Now open, emperor.

Governor of this wonderful state...

which is Rio de Janeiro, attention.

do you know what this is, Governor?

stride.

that's what's happening in this city...

that's walking in stride towards barbarism.

Governor, do not fire Colonel Nascimento.

Because if you do that,
the thing will get really bad.

I mean, really bad.

Because in this way you will allow...

them to go back to the streets,
surround the bars...

the squares, schools,
offering drugs to our sons...

and daughters.

Governor, you'll make this city...

become a blood puddle.

Is that what you want?

Make this city become...

a huge blood puddle?

No!

Don't do that.

Do something immediately.

Close up, Queixada, Imperador.

Knife on the big skull...

and beat the bums.

Drop the steel.

The TV show is reaching almost 30 points.

It's full of reader's letters.

-The tide is gonna change, Governor.
-Now I am a fan...

Vermont, I know
what I'm doing.

-Colonel Nascimento...
-Nascimento is out of BOPE.

My wife is a fan,
even my dog, Diana...

at home everyone is a Nascimento's fan.

Don't make this city become a blood puddle.

Fight against the drug dealers immediately.

That was how Fraga
got me out of BOPE leadership.

But I didn't go down, homeboy.

-I went up.
-Subsecretary, good morning.

I am Valmir Magalhães,
SSI's coordinator.

the Secretary asked me
to receive you. Please.

If the voting mass was saying I was a hero...

The Governor wouldn't say the opposite.

Renata, give me the report, please.

I will ask you a favor...

after this we need your digitals.

In the first day I was kind of lost.

-I didn't have even any fucking computer.
-The office.

How come I could be
the Intelligence subsecretary?

How come I'd be responsible...

for all the wiretapping
in Rio de Janeiro state?

-Is all this wiretapping?
-That is monitoring.

You see, we have cameras there...

we have access to all
cameras spread in the city.

This is the guardian,
where we do and register...

all the telephone interceptions.

It'd be hard...

But I reached a place
that no skull had ever reached.

In the Security Department,
I wouldn't only fight against the drug dealing

I'd face the system.

Commander, this skull
is gonna fuck up our things...

here in the batallion.

Bring this in the first operation
and they'll shoot...

a stray bullet, and it's over...

-buried with all the military honor.
-Capitain, listen.

You were highly recommended
in this batallion...

But who is in control of this shit is me.

Fuck, you're gonna
screw up our thing.

-Screw up fucking nothing.
-it's gonna get fucking bad.

-it's gonna get fucking bad, Fábio.
-what's wrong, Mário?

what the fuck is that?

I'm telling you. Shit, you can't shoot down the skull.

It's my command, he's my friend.

he saved my life once.

I'm gonna leave that
cracked ass alone somewhere.

Forget that shit.

Fucking up my batallion here.
Let the Capitain come in.

You'll take the risk, commander.

It seemed that everything
was gonna be fine.

But the thing started to get weird.

The Governor, that wasn't stupid...

decided to please the left side.

Someone had to pay for the
blood in the Human Rights shirt.

Permission to present myself, Colonel.

What a bliss.

Thinking of Matias
wearing that blue uniform...

gave me the itch.

Secretary, I'd like you to intercede...

with the Governor,
concerning our situation...

related to André Matias.

It was not fair that
he was in that batallion.

Matias is one of the best
officers we have.

It's not right that he's there.
It's not correct, it's not fair

The control of Bangu's
operation was mine, Secretary.

So I'd like you to take this...

as a personal request.

Well, Colonel, I like your position.

Your request is fair.

I'll talk to the Governor about it.

I'm sure he'll understand.

Matias, I already knew that Nascimento
is a son of a bitch.

That guy thinks he's the galaxy's dick.

But I didn't expect him to be a betrayer.
You gotta be kidding me.

That guy right next to the Governor,
and you banned from BOPE?

-Son of a bitch, yes.
-Fábio, don't wade the discussion...

-It's not your business. Understood?
-What's up? are you nervous?

-you better not get involved.
-Relax, Matias.

-Don't get involved.
-Do you see?

I'll make you relax, trust me.

I'll put you in a relaxing place.

Trust! you're gonna fucking relax, pal.

-You're gonna stay here.
-Shit, Fábio.

Central Archives. It's important!

Organize that shit for me.

I tried to help Matias,
but he couldn't stand the humiliation.

He called Clara Vidal,
the most controversial journalist in the city...

Can I record what you're saying?

Yes, I'll repeat.

...and he threw the shit on the fan.

The Governor is being coward...

when he blames me
for the prison's deaths.

The BOPE has been abandoned for a while.

A cop goes out to kill a lion everyday.

I can't accept this injustice.

Specially from a government
that only thinks about politics...

and for its own benefits.

The Governor got mad
And Matias got fucked for good.

He stayed in the corrupted battalion...

and besides that, got 30 days in jail.

Can I come in?

How am I gonna
get you out of here, André?

"A BOPE's officer blames the Governor".

I don't know why you want so bad
to do shit like that.

-I won't undertand it.
-Do shit, Colonel?

QSo, do you mean that saying
the truth and defending the batallion...

-Don't raise your voice when you talk to me.
-...so is that "doing shit"?

Don't raise your voice when you talk to me.

-I just said the truth.
-Respect me!

Don't raise your voice to me.

Don't talk to me about
defending the batallion.

You defend it doing
what I've taught you to do.

It's not giving interviews
to a newspaper.

You're in jail, André.

What are you gonna defend here?
you are arrested, pal.

If there's anyone here...

in this room that is able
to defend the batallion...

I'm sorry,
but it's not you.

I can defend the
Batallion at the SSI.

-I can do...
-Colonel...

...for the batallion what
nobody had ever done.

-Colonel...
-I can do.

Colonel, with all my respect.

These sons of a bitch from
where you are now...

They only wanna know about politics.

The only one thing that will change
with you in the Security Deparment...

is yourself.

if you haven't already changed...

-Good evening. Are you fine?
-Good evening.

To make things worse, Fraga took
advantage on his 15 minutes of fame...

and became a candidate
as a state representative.

...some of my campaigns' plans...

that I'd like you to...

And of course all
left-sided intelectuals...

And all the potheads in the city
were gonna vote for him.

Hi, are you fine?
some of my campaigns' plans.

I don't want you staying
still in front of him.

I want you going around.
Around.

Don't stop in front of him.

That office Che Guevara
already pissed me off...

as a NGO leader, so now
can you imagine what he'd do...

if he had a high government post.

It'd be fucking bad.

And my family would be
in the middle of that shooting.

Get the kimono with
both of your hands, Rafa!

Both hands on the kimono, Rafa!

I can't deny, I like war.

I think we only live peacefully
when we learn to fight.

I only wanted to
teach that to my son...

Without worrying about
the other people's opinions.

Let's go, Rafa. Go, go!

Sit down! Good, good.

Good, Rafa. Good, Rafa.

Good. Good.

Get the grip, the grip.

Alright, alright.

Do you know what I didn't like?
do you?

I didn't like your loose hand.
You gotta get thr grip here...

I want both hands on the kimono,
not this loose hand.

-I didn't want to fight.
-You didn't?

You insisted so much during
the whole month for me to fight.

Why didn't you want to fight, boy?

We're here,
let's fight to win now.

We won't lose.
Fight to win.

I'm not like you,
that beat up people.

Are you fine?

Are you calm now?

Beto, the thing isn't
what Rafa listens to or not.

The thing is what you do.

That man tells my son
I'm a slayer...

-the thing is what I do?
-He didn't tell your son.

He spoke on TV
and Rafa heard it.

Oh, okay. So if it's on TV it's fine?
on TV it's alright?

Did he say any lie?

I'm a police officer, Rosane.

I don't... I don't...
Bring me some coffee.

I don't have to discuss it
with you anymore.

Bring me some coffee, please..

I also won't stay here
discussing with you...

about the the definition of "murder".

I just won't hide
the truth from my son.

If you don't wanna lose Rafa...

-Is that what you think of me?
-You'll have to tal...

Is that the concept of me
that you have now?

It doesn't matter what I think.

The thing is, if you
wanna be close to Rafa...

You gotta tell him the truth.

I won't lie to my son.

You'll have to find
a way to explain him...

What you do for living, Beto.

Attention, batallion. Positions.

Batallion, rest.

My son was afraid of me...

...Rosane thought I was a fascist...

...Matias thought I was a betrayer.
... Rosane thought I was fascist...

... Matias thought I was a betrayer.

I had to stay quiet
and depressed, homeboy.

But I didn't.

My mission was more important...

than my personal issues.

Gentlemen, the BOPE
is a fundamental piece...

in our public security policies.

And I totally rely on your abilities.

-We'll be always together.
-Skull!

I got my ass to work, pal.

I exorcized my demons...

in the Public Security Department
of Rio de Janeiro State.

Skull!

Go and win.
May you never be known as a loser.

-Special Operations Batallion!
-Bravo, positions.

Bravo!

I did what I told Matias
I was going to.

I transformed o BOPE
into a war machine.

with me in the Security Deparment...

BOPE grew into 390 officers...

and 16 tactical teams.

Formerly, we had eight vehicles.

Now, we operated in bulletproof
cars and helicopters.

For some people,
war is the cure.

War worked as a tailpipee.

The pressure increases at home,
it gets violent in the streets.

It has always been like that with me.

Over there! Attention.

Pinheiro, are you there?

Concentrate the shooting up there
so they will come down.

Look. Keep it there.

Let's go away! Let's go!

You can come in, Pinheiro.
Tell everyone to go up.

Alright, Pinheiro?

After I entered the Security Deparment...

the bum's peace was over.

The war machine that I helped to build...

Broke the drug dealing in Rio.

It was just a matter of time.

With the drug dealing out,
the corrupted spree would stop.

I would finally fuck up the system.

In theory, my plan was
right to work out.

The less marijuana and cocaine arriving...

less the dealers would gain.

Hey, Marcinho,
what do you have for us, boy?

I'll tell you.
We don't have anything today.

Oh don't lie to us, Marcinho.

I came here, uncle, now you gotta
get the wire straight, pal.

... your friends killed...

If the bums broke,
the corrupted ones would as well.

What's up, pal?

We're stifled,
we can't sell anything, Rocha.

Marcinho, stop lying.

Let's go, pal,
Give us the money, boy.

I tell you, we only have $500
from the illegal cable TV.

You make me walk up here
to get only $500, boy?

-Get out, man.
-Shut up, pothead.

-Fuck you.
-Fuck you, man.

What's up, Rocha?
you are the man, how come?

if that works, take it easy in my slum.

No paranoia.

When pacience is short,
my friend, love ends.

Let's go, Santos.
Scan them, Gonçalves.

Oh, we got $20 here.

Check the wallet and the backpack.

Get the watch. Good.
Leave them there.

Wihtout the drug dealer's allowance,
the corrupts would breake.

Fuck, passing over o Marcinho?

If you wanna fuck me, then kiss me, shit.

Thirty bucks a week!
what's wrong?

Do you wanna fuck my batallion?

Colonel, each dog licks its own dick.

Oh and something else...

Who said it's your commando?

-Commander, the man is here...
-Fábio!

patronizing me,
disrespecting me...

-Getting all bossy...
-Calm down, Fábio.

I'll arrest him for 30 days
then I'll stop him.

Capitain Rocha is a member
of the goverment's foundation.

But he's demoralizing me.

But I gotta fulfill
so many interests, Fábio.

I am the boss, Formoso!

Colonel, what's wrong?
do you want another batallion?

Do you want me to change your unit?

I'll change.
But you'll get fucked.

Can I give you an idea?

You're so lucky, Fábio.

Don't waste this chance.

Commander, with all my respect,
listen to me.

Dismissed, Colonel Fábio.

I was gonna kill two rabbits
with one strike.

Son of a bitch.

That'd be the first step
to sweep the filth...

from the Military Police
of Rio de Janeiro.

But practically,
it all went wrong.

The uncles are walking up there.

I'm not a fucking uncle.
What's wrong, sissy?

Don't tell me that.

What actually happened was
totally different from what I've planned.

What do you have for us?

I'll talk straight, brother.

I only have $500 for you, Rocha.

Where this money came from,
if you aren't selling anything?

-Are you selling your ass now?
-I'm selling my fucking ass!

That shit came from
the illegal cable TV, Rocha.

That shit didn't even
come from the dealers, brother.

Illegal cable tv?
Are serious!

For that shit the people has to pay $12 for us.

Are you aware? that money is nothing.

It's for the people
to have a TV at home.

Yea, nothing like an economical crisis
to sharpen the creativity.

When I broke the patience...

the corrupts realized the obvious.

Any poor community
in Rio de Janeiro...

is much more than
a place to sell drugs.

What's wrong, Rocha?
you're the man, how come?

If that works,
take it easy in my slum.

No paranoia.

Who said the slum is yours?

Rocha found out that
eliminating the intermediary...

the system would
make much more money.

It was so obvious.
Just needed to calculate.

What's up, Irineu?
are you selling illegal cable TV?

Hey, boss. Soon, there won't
be light poles enough for the wires!

No, we'll find light poles. Get that.

Poor people from the slums
love to watch cable TV.

What's up, Valdir?

Poor people drink water.

They also use the internet.

Are you guys connected? Shit!

Everyone is plugged, Santos!.

They use gas to cook.

Uncle, this thing here is taken.
I'll leave it there.

You walk down the slope, then take left.

Go to Danila Baiano, you can buy gas there.

Hurry up, it's gonna close.

-They also get loans.
-Go, man.

We're not like bank owners, Severina.

We're fair. But here, you gotta pay.

-I know.
-You gotta pay.

Spider, I'm leaving.
I finished the account.

-Fine.
-Let'd go?

I just need your name for the record...

Every slum is a powerful market...

Of many used things.

Rocha found out that it was better
to earn from a whole slum...

than a bunch of fucking drug dealers.

If the money went to other hands,
Rocha charged fees.

the criminals' taxes.

Comission of Military Police Sons of a Bitch.

Reason? defend the slums
from the criminals.

The reality was quite different.

This fucking bus hardly pays you, man.

I can barely get something, man.

How am I gonna split
that with you, Rocha?

You won't split that,
I'll take it easy.

It's 90% for us
and 10% for you, ok?

What? are you crazy, man?
I have my family to feed.

10% is fucking nothing!

Marreco, let's take over this shit.
Understood?

Blow this son of a bitch, Marreco!

-Bring him here.
-Beat him!

Let me do this, let me do this.

You don't wanna pay
the fucking fee, son of a bitch?

Goos.

Leave it to me.

-Let's go for a walk!
-Let's go for a walk, yea!

Santos, Santos.

Shake well to swing his head.

You gotta pay the fee, baby.

Beat him up.

Were Fábio earned
around 30 thousand a month...

Rocha earned 300 thousand,
with no taxes.

In 4 years, the system took over almost...

the entire West Zone
of Rio de Janeiro city.

Formerly, we'd invade and
the drug dealers would come back.

But when the corrupts started
taking over the slums...

the drug dealers wouldn't come back.

For a while I thought that
the system was helping out BOPE.

But actually, BOPE was
helping out the system.

Yea, I helped creating the monster
that was about to swallow me.

And the worst thing is,
only one person realized that...

the representative Diogo Fraga.

You know what I found out
analizing the homicide inquests.

around the militia areas?

It's because many
witnesses started dying.

Rocha's guys killed my brother.

More than 20 bullets
in front of everybody.

And before dying, the same
witnesses gave new testemonials.

-So who was it?
-I don't know.

I know who wasn't,
Rocha wasn't.

You can write it.
It wasn't Rocha.

Where the militia is,
there's profit and death...

that are promoted by
government agents from the Security.

Militia is a mafia.

Você paga pra ela te
proteger dela mesma.

with the militia growth...

Fraga got more causes to defend...

on behalf of the Human Rights.

And as a good politician,
he explored it as much as he could.

Because, beyond this
violence you see around...

they use a certain discourse
that makes it valuable.

They talk about protection,
self-defense against the drug dealers...

but actually, they want the control.

Wow! that's a lot of shooting, Fraga.

Yea. What we're dealing with here
is a mafia, mr. president.

Because that's what it is. Mafia.

Genuine organized crime.

Excuse me.

We allow the representative to speak.

Fraga, for God sake.

You're talking about mafia, boy?!

Mafia is for those Italians that like pasta.

-Fortunato, I...
-We like rice and beans instead.

I really appreciate your comical way.

Bur I think that it fits better
in your progra, you know.

In Italy there's no
drug dealing, you know.

-No drug dealing?
-We've got community self-protection.

Yea, but people are dying
in these communities.

-Community self-protection.
-Self-protection?

-You call tou self-protection?
-And it's very organized.

You pay for it
so it protects you from itself...

-Go there and check if they wanna leave.
-I'm going, I'm there!

Do you know how many people...

die in these communities, representative?

-They protect themselves.
-Do you have any idea of this?

-Respect! please, respect!
-Sorry, president.

Let me tell you something, Fraga.

We're gonna have the elections this year.
Everyone is having their campaign.

-You are on your campaign too.
-Elections year?

Elections year is
like any other year for me.

-Oh don't say it.
-You know very well that...

-For him is like any other year!
-Corruption investigation in the election year...

-becomes electoral campaign.
-Não, senhor presidente.

I just think that this
issue is more important...

than any elections year.
That's my posture.

This militia thing is
becoming fashionable.

Look, Fraga, I'm not saying you're wrong...

or that he's right.

What I mean is, in the elections year...

I won't accept your Corruption Investigation.

Think twice,
come back another time...

Fraga's strategy was to beat the government.

He was always provoking us
to see what would be on the media.

Fraga wanted to be promoted as
a federal representative...

and the Corruption Investigation
was his passport to Brasilia.

But 4 years later,
everyone still believed...

-that my plan had worked.
-I expect your help...

Guaracy was earning a lot
from when I beat the drug dealing.

Good morning, mr Governor.
Good morning, representative.

He got so famous...

then he left the Security Department...

and became a federal representative.

-How are you? are you alright?
-I anticipated.

-How are you?
-Governor in the middle, please.

Vermont, that tie didn't look good. Yellow?

-It's great!
-Golden yellow.

-Yellow is beautiful, Governor.
-A beautiful yellow.

Even the Governor got
the benefits from my work.

-His re-election was ensured.
-My godfather.

The thing is, the more voters Guaracy got...

more Fraga criticized me.

The more he criticized me...

the more my son got away from me.

Rafael, if you want a lift, I'm leaving.

Okay.

This is Fraga's.

-Fraga.
-Thank you boy.

Julia is getting off now.
Can I go with her?

-Of course.
-Thanks.

Thanks for today.

Let's go?

Yes.

Yea, homeboy, there's always
a way for things to get worse.

After Fraga became
a state representative...

I couldn't look
at his face anymore.

It's here, representative.

She only has to sign this term...

and attend the court
and everything is fine.

Okay. Get it, Julia.

Read carefully,
don't rush and sign it.

-Barata, how are you?
-Colonel, are you fine?

-yes.
-what's happening here?

-Nothing. Everything is under control.
-Can I see the declaration?

-Beto?
-Of course.

-Listen, I was gonna tell you.
-Can I read?

-I just wanna tell you that...
-It's my son, isn't it?

-Rafa has nothing to do with this.
-I have the right to read.

Can we have the least respect?

-People, please, alright?
-Tell him not to speak to me.

Calm down, calm down.

A hundred grams, Barata?

Were you buying for
the whole staff, girl?

Moral talk, right now?

Barata, look,
my son is 16.

In my youth, it'd be
minor's corruption.

And a hundred grams, in my youth,
was drug dealing.

Beto, for God sake,
don't make a fuss.

I already told you
not to talk to me.

-People, please.
-I told you to...

shut up and don't talk to me.

-Shut up!
-Dad!

It was my marijuana.

You can write it, officer,
that marijuana was mine.

his dad is right.

a hundred grams is not a joke.

Besides that, you shouldn't have told
the drug was yours.

Really? and leave her arrested?
because of your argument?

One thing has nothing
to do with the other, Rafael.

Besides that,
Diogo, you'll have to fire her.

why?

She shouldn't
have exposed Rafa in that way.

She admited her fault, didn't she?

Rafa is right. If there's something wrong...

it's not her.

Well, if you don't fire her...

I won't let Rafa work for you.

That's exactly what he wants.

He wants us to fight,
to take Rafa away from me.

Exactly this.

Do you think what happened was normal?

I don't think so, Rosane.

As well was his reaction wasn't normal.

He wanted to decide about
his son's life on his own.

He didn't decide.
He simply got in a police station...

and his son was there,
with a hundred grams.

He wanted to negociate
our son's life in front of us.

He wants the best for his son,
he's the father.

He didn't ask us...

I'm tired. I've lost my appetite, man.

You both are acting
just like my dad.

Of course I didn't want to hear what Fraga...

was saying about the militias.

it was hard to separate things.

That's why I couldn't
realize what was happening...

-in Rio de Janeiro.
-These parties...

The system was changing, evolving.

Formerly the politicians used
the system to make money.

Now they depended on
the system to get elected.

Do you understand?

the sports court is finished...

-the kids are practicing sports.
-the court is important.

The public square, the renovation...

is already on the way,
street cleaning...

-cleaning as well.
-you know you have our support.

The Governor is here,
he won't let me lie.

I'm sure that you are
a part of our priorities...

-Support the community.
-Governor, I have no words.

-Honestly. Just a minute.
-Community support.

Justa minute, godfather.

Paquito, take a picture here,
Paquito, shit.

You're too slow.

Calm down, people, today is fine.

It's love.

I'd like to thank you all
for your presence in our community.

We're really happy for you.

But I couldn't start
this moment without paying homage...

to three important people.

First, our gloriouso
Governor Gelino...

again a candidate in this elections.
Thank you, Governor.

You'll be re-elected here.

Be sure.

Thank you, Governor.

I'd like also to remind the presence...

of the Public Security Secretary
of Rio de Janeiro, Guaracy.

Thank you, Guaracy.

Guaracy is coming as
a Federal representative.

And to finish.

Our godfather, representative Fortunato.

Thank you.

-I'm your fan.
-We're together.

-Thank you, thank you.
-We're together.

Such a blessing.

Today we're having a party
because it's been 4 years...

we have the Community Center
of Rocks River!

It's all ours!

Now we're gonna have
some samba and burn that shit.

Oh, get that, girl.

So beautiful.

So great.

A new leader is being born
on pau da bandeira's hill

Remember what I said before?

In the slums the money comes,
the business are closed...

and the system gets the taxes mouney?

Yea. But there's something to tell you.

in Brazil, elections is a business...

and voters are the most valuable
products in the slums.

It didn't take long for
Guaracy, Fortunato and Gelino...

to realize that the militia
increased their number of voters.

the more the militia controlled,
the more voters they had.

What's up Fábio? do you like the boat?

Shit, you gotta value it, Fabio.

-I'm at the batallion's head.
-Fuck, you are fucking yellow.

Are you complainging?
See, Santos.

-You can't complain, shit.
-Fábio, look.

I didn't bring you here for this.

I'll talk straight.

We'll take over the West Zone,
Tanque will be ours.

You'll help me in this shit.

Brother, it's gonna get fucking bad.

There's more mouths in that shit
than in my batallion.
.

-Just a minute.
-Fábio, calm down.

Something is happening
that will change our lives...

-relax.
-what's happening?

go, go!
go, fuck!

-don't move, shit!
-why are you looking at me?

-fuck, get down.
-let's go.

-let's go, brother!
-fuck, let's go.

-you lost, you lost.
-I'm gonna blow him!

-You'll face the wall.
-wait, wait!

calm down!

look, no joking because
nobody wants to get hurt, alright?

-are you the officer?
-yes, sir.

where are the keys of the guns room?

-no joking.
-fuck, give me the keys.

get down.
get your fucking face on the floor.

Look, the guns are here.

Hello. Talk, spiritless.

Good, boy, good.

You'll scratch but don't bury them.

Don't bury, we'll need them.

Thanks. But tell me Fábio,
what's your question?

-There's something I don't understand.
-Shit, say it.

Weren't we supposed to
retire that fucking skull?

We were supposed to, but not anymore.

-Why?
-Shit, if I take over Tanque...

my friend, who am I gonna rely on it?

On the corrupts of your batallion?

You're fucking joking, aren't you?

aren't you?

Shit, flirt your wife, Fábio.

-relax.
-I'm fucking annoyed.

Militians are tough,
but aren't stupid.

You love me.

Tanque was the last place in the West Zone
that was still dominated by drug dealers.

Go, go. Very good..
Let's go, Mariguela. Are you happy?

There was a lot of money and voters there.

But there was a lot of guns too.

Let's record. Now.

Recording. 4, 3...

The militia would never
take over Tanque all alone.

What's happening
in Rio de Janeiro city?

What's happening with
the "wonderful city"?

Bums invade a police station
and steal guns.

Guns in a police station!

And that's not a crime, oh no.

That's terrorism!

Don't talk about
human rights to me...

because for me,
a terrorist isn't human.

It's because of the "human rights blablabla".

You can't touch the bums. You can't.

You can't even get close.

Give candies to the bums.

Send them roses.

That's a ridiculous joke, boy.

Here, close up on me, Emperor.

Governor...

do you know what this is?
It's a little dance.

That's what's gonna happen
in your government.

And your government will be
defeated if you don't react...

because these criminals
will get guns...

to defy your power.

We can't allow this.
What's that, people?

what?

They wanna defeat
the government...

that cleaned the city for good...

from the drug dealing.

Governor...

beat them.

Secretary, I gotta admit
that son of a bitch speak so well.

I also think, Governor...

I'm also talking
to Guaracy, he's right.

If we take it easy,
we'll lose our voters.

you gotta beat them up...

to make sure
we'll win the elections.

But look, innocent people
might die...

-during an operation like that.
-Excuse me, excuse me.

Governor, we've just got
your campaign material.

Who decide the things here is me, Formoso.

Alright.

Let's check the material.

-Fucking bitch. I can't believe.
-Did you like?

-Vermont...
-It's very good.

-Very good, very good.
-That's the best you've done.

-It looks really great, doesn't it?
-Doesn't it?

It looks like shit.
Look at this golden tie.

I told you it wouldn't be good.

People won't like it,
it doesn't have to do with the masses.

Look at Fortunato's tooth,
his broken tooth.

that has to do with the masses,
do you understand?

You gotta remake the
whole campaign material, ok?

-Governor, remake the material?
-Yea do that.

Governor, we're already in debt.

Are you in debt?
so pay it. Here.

We can't vote for a government that
can't even protect a police station.

If the Governor didn't react,
the press would destroy him.

How many were there?
do you remember?

That was the militia's plan.

... or eight.

sete or eight.
did they beat you?

They broke in the place,
attacked us.

They cleaned everything.

Did you recognize
any local drug dealer?

Don't record this.

It's off.

What I'm gonna tell you now,
it wasn't me who said that, ok?

It wasn't any drug dealer.

They were wearing cop's shoes...

Show was the arm store. ***

They mentioned terms...

not drug dealer's slangs.

Cops? then it was the militia.

Did he say that?
Does he think it was the militia?

No, he didn't.

He was afraid to say.

But think, he's a police chief...

he heard the way they talked
and realized it, understand?!

-Yes, of course.
-Their language.

Of course. No wonder.
But it's possible.

Very possible.

You know what I think about
the militia, don't you?

I do know, Fraga.
That's why I came here first.

-Rafa! Can you do me a favor?
-Yes?

Bring me a copy of the militia dossie... *****

so I can give it
to Clara, please?

-Okay.
-Thanks.

-Are you gonna give me the militia dossie? ****
-That's really serious, Clara.

-I know.
-We're talking about...

the worst problem of Rio de Janeiro.

It's a mafia.
Thanks, Rafa.

I have no doubt
the militia is involved in it.

You have no idea of what they'd do.

Look, this dossie has
the most evidences of all... ***

We're talking about..

if you help me out exposing this...

I'll start the Corruption Investigation.

Take it. Read it carefully.

I'm gonna read
and talk to my editor, ok?

-Excuse me, Colonel.
-Close the door.

Yes.

The Governor wants to take over Tanque.

-Yes.
-Big operation.

He thinks the guns are there.

-Do you have the material from there?
-Yes.

So move the staff because
I wanna hear everything, ok?

-Ok.
-We don't have much time.

Yea, pal. The militia was so sure...

that the government was going to ban
the drug dealers from Tanque...

that was already recruiting
people to stop them coming back.

What does Rocha want from me?

And to make the drug dealers
afraid, my friend...

nothing is better than a skull.

Hey, here.

Hi, Fábio.
What's up, friend?

Fala, Rocha.

Hi Matias. How's everything, man?
A beer, please..

Are you ok?

-Are you fine?
-What do you want from me?

I want something simple.

Look around the community, pal.

A mother can walk with
her son without fear.

The buses are working.
Look at the cop right there.

Nobody has to hide
their wallets when they go to work.

But things haven't
always been like this.

This place has been fucking crazy, man.

-Nowadays nobody robs.
-No thefts.

Now a slum is
a fucking good place to live.

-Good. But what does it have to do with me?
-I'll tell you.

I've heard the police is gonna have
a big operation here in Tanque.

If the military police invaded
it'd be easy to occupy it.

And I don't know anyone
better than you...

-to watch that thing.
-Me?

Skull.

Bums are afraid of skulls.

Aren't you a skull?

But you'll understand
what I'm talking about.

Godfather, are you there?

-Yes.
-Godfather, I gotta talk to you.

What do we do to send
a friend back to BOPE?

-Help him.
-Is he reliable?

More than reliable, godfather. 100%.

The best skull we've got.

He'll help us in that operation.

Give me his information
and tell him to attend on monday.

Hey, Matias?
are you going back to BOPE?

Hey, boss...

Nobody got that thing and they're calling...

nobody wants to send away the guns. ****

Poke Moleira and things will change.

I already told him,
he thinks you better go as well.

He told us to be aware
because the Pompeus are mad.

I joined that meeting
to say that the wiretapping...

proved that the drug dealers
knew fucking nothing...

-about the stolen guns.
-Secretary.

-Good afternoon, gentlemen.
-I know what to do.

-I'm sorry, I'm late.
-Good afternoon, Nascimento.

But when I passed by the door I got all silent.

I was checking some material from the Inteligence.

Secretary, we have the same opinion...

there's no reason
for this operation.

Subsecretary, the Governor
told us to go.

And we've got safe information from
a Colonel Fábio's informant...

-right, Colonel?
-Positive.

That the guns are there.

I'm even thinking that these drug dealers...

are deceiving you on the phone.

Secretary, excuse me,
with all my respect...

but I have 300 hours of phone recordings here.

That is, 300 hours of recordings
against the opinion of an informant...

that only Colonel Fábio knows.

Secretary, with all my respect,
the informant is reliable.

Colonel, can I know
who is the informant?

-Nascimento!
-My informant is reliable.

-I only want to know...
-Nascimento!

-who is your informant.
-Nascimento!

this operation is wrong,
Formoso...

those guns aren't there.
the operation is wrong.

Secretary, if the inteligence is correct...

there's no reason for us to invade.

I'll consult the Governor,
give me a moment.

Call for mr. Guaracy.

Come in.

-You got a call.
-thanks.

Alô?

Formoso, I won't talk to the Governor.

I'm telling you to invade.
Invade that fucking slum.

Ok.

The Governor told us to keep the operation.

We're gonna invade. Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Valmir, take this to my car.

Can I talk to you quickly?

-what do you want?
-I want to know...

How you were sent back to BOPE.

If you don't know...

It's because I'm sure
it wasn't you who helped me.

Permission to retreat.

Permission granted, André.

The Tanque's police officers
were so corrupt that...

I couldn't even take the bums out of that place.

To take over Tanque, only through a huge operation.

Hey, the men are coming.

But the Governor didn't want that.

During the elections year,
innocent people can't die.

Then Matias had a great idea...

but fucking dangerous.

He went to Tanque very slowly during the daylight...

in front of the criminals.

Zero Um, look at the man there.

Hey.

there were so many guns.

if someone suspected,
Matias would be fucked.

but Matias went disguised
as a corrupt cop...

and the criminals thought
that everything was friendly.

-How's everything, pal?
-Alright.

You can go.

Ok, thanks. Good job for you guys.

Everything's fine?

Bocão, Moraes, watch it out there for me.

Let's go.

The staff spent the night
on the police station...

in a strategical point in the slum,
waiting for the sunrise.

waiting for the moment to invade.

shoot them!

go, go, go!

go, go go, fuck!

everytime we tried to invade Tanque...

Felpa's guys managed to scape.

with violent shooting...

the bums shoved off.

Go! hold, fuck!

The big skull car followed them
as far as it could.

when the car stopped at Felpa's, he resisted.

Held everyone until the group leave
towards the police station.

the military cops wouldn't even see
the bums passing by from that place.

it was a cheated game.

but in that day, homeboy...

those men weren't
from the military police.

they were the skulls.

-I'll follow him, Zero Um.
-wait.

-I'll shoot.
-wait.

Shoot!

Shit, I killed!

-Go, go!
-I killed.

Go, let's go.
Let's go!

Attention, Bocão!
Let's check the guns.

Every single Tanque's drug dealer was gonna die.

The entire West Zone
would be on Rocha's hands...

and would become the goverment's electoral base

Zero one, I think everything is there. Can you call the Colonel?

-Call him.
-Show the guns, Bocão!

Ask him to show the guns, Valmir.

Show me, Zero One.

-What's up, Azevedo?
-These aren't the guns.

These are the police station's guns.

-Are you recording, Valmir?
-Yes, sir.

Do you know how this operation
should be called?

-No, sir.
-Iraq Operation.

The system's strategy was very well set up.

Tanque's owner could even scape...

but he would never have
the courage to go back there.

Look at the bum there! that criminal, Felpa.

It's Felpa!

Let BOPE kill him, Fábio.

-Tatuí! Bocão!
-what happened?

-Over there!
-where did he go, Zero One?

-There, in the alley.
-There.

I told you BOPE was gonna get him.

get out, fuck! get out

you lost!

I lost, I lost, shit!

-There was only one thing.
-Hands on your head.

Rocha called exactly Matias to work with him.

-I lost, fuck.
-Bind him, Bocão.

Who trained Matias was me, homeboy.

He wouldn't drop the bone
until finding the guns.

-It could only get fucking bad.
-Are you the owner?

Yea, that's me.

Then do this...

tell me where the police station's guns are.

What gun?

I know nothing about these fucking guns.

-You don't know?
-I don't.

-Where are the guns?
-Shit, I don't know.

-Fuck, I'm speaking!
-Where are the guns?

what guns? I don't know!
then let's deal...

-I don't know about it!
-Listen to me, bum.

No dealing with you.

I just wanna know about the fucking guns!

-Shit, I don't know!
-Tell me!

-I don't know.
-Confess.

-Tell me.
-I don't know.

Shit, I'm telling you I don't know!

Let's work on him,
Zero One.

-Get the plastic bag.
-I don't know...

Fuck, this shit is taking long.

Let's check it out right now.

Come here, Nunes. Marreco, come here.

-Let's check it out? yes.
-Watch my back, Gonçalves.

Let's go.

It's crazy, Zero One.

He won't speak, he doesn't know.

Look at me, son of a bitch.

You're gonna tell me now...

where the police station's guns are, understood?

-They aren't with me.
-aren't they with you?

Yes they are with you!
Now tell where that shit is!

-I'll give you my fucking guns...
-Tell me, son of a bitch!

They aren't with me, they aren't...

-Don't you want to cooperate?
-I already told you...

-Won't you help us out?
-They aren't with me, shit...

-Get the plastic bag again, Bocão.
-They aren't with me...

What the fuck is that, Rocha?

-What happened?
-Are you insane, man?

that man was the slum's owner!
he was gonna give me the guns!

Congrats. Excelent BOPE's job, Captain.

We were looking after him.

Isn't it, Commander?

-What's going on, Fábio?
-Do you pity criminals, Matias?

Bocão! Tatuí! come here with the owner...

I'll have a conversation with Colonel Fábio.

What the fuck is that, Colonel?
what's going on?

it's probably shit.

-who si the informant?
-I'll look for him and let you know.

Who's the informant?

You'll do the following,
you'll call me later...

and give me the informant's number.

I want it today!

understood, Major?

Stop! what the fuck is that, Russo?

what the fuck is that, Marreco?
What the fuck?

fuck, you killed him!

didn't you ask to fucking "retire" him?

He's retired now.
what?

are you gonna light a candle for that skull?

Marreco, wait 15 minutes...

inform our superior about today...

tell him the bullet
came out of fucking nowhere.

and tell him that me and Fábio...

weren't present in the place.

Ok, Fábio?

Let's go, Fábio.

Let's go, fuck.

let's go, Fábio!

Won't you investigate about his death, Secretary?

I'm waiting for the results
of the ballistics test, Colonel.

The ballistics is this, Formoso...

André died from a bullet on his back...

away from his patrol,
and the guns weren't there.

Nascimento, I understand your pain...

I know it's a sad moment...

but you gotta understand
that the people supported the operation.

11 drug dealers dead and 15 guns caught.

what happened to Major Matias was fatality...

could have happened to anyone else.

Matias wasn't anyone else.

In funeral.

Fire!

Position!

Colonel Fábio? Can I talk to you?

Colonel. It was a priceless
loss for our corporation.

My condolences.
Excuse me.

I'm gonna investigate his death.

I'm gonna find out what
happened to André, Fábio.

If you know something,
you better tell me now.

Nascimento, André was also my friend.

And I believe in my men.

If you find out something, let me know.

I'm telling you.
It will get bad, shit.

-Why it will get bad?
-because it will!

and what did you want me to do?

that guy came, put his hand on my chest...

-Fuck. And then? would I stay still?
-And then what?

What about Nascimento investigating?

-who's investigating?
-Nascimento!

Fuck Nascimento, shit.

-Kojak, give me some coffee, please.
-I want water.

-What's up, Nunes?
-What's up, my boss?

-Major, commander.
-My friend, look.

Nascimento can't prove anything against us.

Besides that...

if it gets bad for me, it will for you too.

Have that in mind.

Remember, now everything is 50-50.

fucking 50, Fábio.

hell, no.
charge from the "I know", Rocha.

charge from who?

are you fucking joking?
did you forget?

who wants to laugh has to be funny.

Shit. Kojak,
hold the bill.

-I'm going, Nunes.
-it's all on his bill, Kojak.

-ok, commander.
-Nunes, how's the situation?

Like an ocean, my boss. Very salty, isn't it?

I took too long to realize
that my jog in the government...

had nothing to do with public security.

Valmir, we won't do again...

the wiretapping requests on Tanque.

Look, I'm sorry.
Colonel Nascimento said...

That's all, Valmir. Thanks.

All that was a strategy to gain voters.

For them, Matias death was nothing.

On the media, the operation was successful.

That was all that mattered.

Did you call Rafa?

-No.
-What's wrong, Beto?

-What's going on?
-They killed André.

I've heard.
Are you taking care of yourself?

I don't know what's going on.

I'll find out.

It had been a long time...

we didn't talk.

-Beto...
-He was right.

-André was right.
-Beto, I wanna know about Rafa.

I'm sad about André...

but I want you to call your son.

You make people get away from you, Beto.

Don't do that with your son.

He was only defending his friend.

You should be proud.

Don't miss the chance...

Don't wait for him to call you.

Talk to Rafa.

Arm or neck?

Breathe.

Relax.

Breathe.

Come, come, get on top.

Boy!

Do you think I believed
that marijuana was yours?

This Julia must be really hot
for you to take over that...

a hundred grams in front of me, right?

I'm not afraid of you.

I don't want you to be afraid of me.

I just want you to know that your father is me.

I know.

-You do?
-I do.

-Really?
-Sei.

Oh now I'm even gonna give you
my arm for you to cautch again.

I'll let you.

Catch when I let you do so.

Wait, wait.

Tell me, Valmir.

I know... do you know why you'll stay, Valmir?

Do you?

because these guys want votes, Valmir.

But I don't want that, I
just wanna know who killed André.

I'll thank you, then.

I'm with your son here,
we'll talk later, ok?

Ok, thanks.

did your friend die during the operation?

does it have to do with
the militians that stole guns?

who told you that?

I bet my year's salary it was the militia...

who stole the guns
and they'll take over the community...

to the top on this article,
but you gotta investigate.

Investigate?

-more than I am already doing?
-I gotta go deeper.

You need documents, pictures, proofs, testemonies.

Disguise yourself, find a way.

Camelo, wait.
give me the cover headline, then!

bring the article, ok?

would you give me the cover?

Let's wiretap the homeline. Today.

the cellphone you'll get on someone's inquiry.

I wanna hear everything Fraga talks...

-to this journalist, ok?
-Colonel, that man is...

-that man is a representative, Colonel.
-That's my responsability.

How many hours do you think it'll be?

Hey pal, I can't hear well. It sounds static.

I'll catch the signal.

-Ok.
-Fine.

I'll record.

Recording.

if it depended on Rocha...

the milícia would take over Tanque slowly.

Nobody would notice.

Check it out, Clara.

Can you see this scratched one here?

-where? this white one?
-Yes, yes.

What about it?

I think it's the police's symbol.

they scratched it to disguise.

But the election has a set date.

Some people pressured....

so Rocha stayed in a widow's house.

-I'll find a way to get in.
-Wait, wait.

-I'll find a way.
-Wait!

and the natural gas?

Gas is 8,600.

It helps you keeping the sadness away.
It's great, pal.

When Tanque is out of media...

the militia would probably microwave the crown.

Lady Olga, first month money now.

her house was gonna be
the justice patrol's headquarter...

and Rocha would get the slum.

almost a perfect plan.

Loo, they are leaving.

Wait, wait, Clara.
Wait, Clarinha.

Wait what? Let's go!

Turn it off so nobody will see. Come.

The picture were more
than enough for the cover.

Tell her it's a couple
looking for a place to rent.

But journalists,
my friend, are curious.

Clara wouldn't stop until finding...

what was inside that house.

How's it, there?

20. Spider, sing.

Watch out because
these guys are dangerous.

The more you get
is hard...

-Hi, godfather.
-if you fail, we're fucked.

-we brought everything.
-Fuck.

Didn't I tell you
to have these guns around Tanque.

We went there quickly,
and are already back, godfather.

-who was on the base?
-who was on the base?

-Nobody.
-How come nobody?

-Didn't I tell you to call...
-Fucking nobody.

You guys gotta be kidding.

Fuck, Nunes. 20 years in this shit.

Well,as I said, the price is 700.

Ok, deal.

When a journalist smells something big,
nobody can stop him.

it's kind of messy...

but you guys can take a look
and I'll be back, ok?

-Ok, thanks.
-You're welcome.

-It's great.
-Clara convinced the widow...

promissing things and the widow believed.

Hello. Hi Ms Olga, you can talk.

No, I won't pay more than the deal.

What couple, ms Olga?

-People are like this...
-Clara...

you protect your side first.

Check it out.

-Alê?
-Hi.

Get the camera.

Fraga,it's Clara. Fraga,
I'm here at Tanque.

Doing what, Clara?

I've found the guys who
stole the police's guns.

Now I'm sure it was the militia.

Clara, hear me. Listen to me.
Get out of that place right now, Clara.

These people are really dangerous.

No, everything is fine.
it's fine.

No, man I got inside the house.
You won't believe.

I found the Governor's campaing comitee.

There are banners, posters, everything.

Lots of pictures of the Governor...

with Fortunato and Guaracy.

Clara, are you alone?

Wait...

Who are you talking to, bitch?

-Give me that shit.
-Wait, wait.

-What are you doing here?
-Wait...

-Clara? do you hear me?
-Calm down, people.

Hello? Clara?

-What's wrong?
-Where are the car keys?

-What happened?
-The militians got Clara.

Theres at least 20 years in jail for us here.

-Oh really? are you an informant? what are you?
-No.

Are you afraid? yellow?

Son of a bitch.
Are you scared?

Stop it.

Take the bitch to the living room.

-Get up, shit.
-Give me the key.

Let the police solve it,
for God sake...

-You won't go alone.
-The police is exactly the problem...

sweetheart, give me the key.

Then call me, please.

Diogo, For God sake, Diogo!

Representative Fraga. Who else knows you're here?

Do you want us to beat, boss?

Don't beat, boss, she's pretty.

Let me play with her before.

Destroy her and clean the mess afterwards.

No!

-Take off your clothes.
-No.

-Take it off, fuck.
-No!

Officer.

Nothing? that's it...

without material proofs it's hard.

No witness, nothing.

Look, if we find any body, any evidence...

you'll be informed first, ok?

She was on the phone telling me...

that she had found the stolen guns
when she was interrupted.

it's obvious she was interrupted by the guys.

you gotta publish this, Camelo.

I can't, I don't have proofs.

What proofs, Camelo?

The Government is our partner.
My hands are tied.

what you have is a missing employee.

it's obvious the militia killed Clara
and made her body vanish.

what body, Fraga?

she was working for your newspaper.

that was her job, representative.

To be or not to be, that's the question, homeboy.

what is more noble than the militia?

kill the worms that get in our lives...

or live having fun and a beer?

Hi, Gonçalves.

Stop talking bullshit, fuck!

You keep citing the bible in this moment, man.

-what bible, you animal, that's soapopera.
-fucking stupid.

-Go. Pull out these teeth.
-This thing is fucking stinky.

are you sure this journalist called Fraga?

Guaracy, there's 3 minutes in a call here.

She was what?
she was what?

She informed on us.

Fuck. That's really serious, representative.

What are we gonna do?

Us? you will do.

Fraga is your problem.

Representative, don't worry,
Fraga is our problem.

And we can solve our own problems.

Take care, Guaracy.

AI found the guys that stole the police's guns!

Now I'm sure it was the militia.

Clara, listen to me,
get out, Clara!

-No, wait.
-These people are really dangerous.

you won't believe!

I found the Governor's campaign comittee.

There are banners, posters, everything.

Governor's pictures...

with Fortunato and Guaracy.

Clara, are you alone?

who are you talking to, bitch?

-Hello? Clara?
-Give me that shit.

-Wait, wait!
-repeat the ending, Valmir.

you won't believe!

I found the Governor's campaign comittee.

There are banners, posters, everything..

there are Governor's pictures...

with Fortunato and Guaracy.

Clara, are you alone?

-when was that, Valmir?
-yesterday night.

-is that already in our system?
-No.

It's only in my recorder.

That was like a punch on me.

all at once...

I found out that it wasn't only the militia...

that was behind the guns theft...

and Clara... and André.

The militia wouldn't support
the Governor's...

and Guaracy's campaign for free.

the whole was deeper.

I was surrounded by enemies.
The real enemies.

The Security Department
was the system's heart.

The Public Security of Rio de Janeiro State...

was in criminal's hands.

-And I couldn't trust anyone.
-Nascimento.

Perfect, I'll give you there.

the stolen guns and Matias death...

didn't mean much for the system.

the system is controlled by the politics...

and the politics respect the media only.

But this time,
the militia killed a journalist.

the system would have to pay.

-Valmir.
-Secretary.

Valmir, wiretap this number for me.

Is that Fraga's number?

Wiretap it.

-It was already intercepted.
-How come?

Colonel Nascimento told me to.

Ok. So give me to copy of the recording...

and delete the file.

He just took it.

The prrofs were burned in a microwave.

There was a witness missing.
It was obvious.

The system was gonna kill Fraga soon.

-Did you like, son?
-This turn was Fraga's.

Fuck, Rosane.

Rosane, that's Roberto again.

I'm close to your place...

I'll be waiting
at your building's door, ok?

as soon as you get his message...

you'll find me at your door.

-did your dad call you today, Rafa?
-why?

nothing... I just wanted to know.

-Hey, look, that's my dad!
-your dad?

don't get out the car!
Rosana.

Rafa!

-get in the car!
-talk to me, Rafa!

Drive, drive!
Go, go, go!

For God sake!

Go!

So? what did the doctor say?

the surgery will take around 7 or 8 hours...

because the bullet reached the kidney.

-the doctor said he's gonna be...
-he is g...

-Beto...
-I'll be back, right back.

even without the intention...

the syste ends up hurting the most frail place.

7 or 8 hours...

I've lived my entire life...

believing the police could do the right thing.

It's gonna be fine.

And all of a sudden, that idea vanished.

I had no choice.

I had to face the system.

Doctor, there's a car in front of your apartment.

What, Braddock?

There's a car in front of your apartment.

Can I stop?

But, in Brazil, it's really hard to arrest an authority.

Stop, I'll get these guys.

a politician is even harder.

Stop the fucking car there.

Imagine the shit it would be if BOPE worked...

against corrupted representatives
as it works against drug dealers.

get the gun down, boy.

Who's in charge of this operation?

Me.

Wait... what's that?

You son of a bitch. Look at me.

Look at me!

If something happens to my son...

if something happens to anyone in my family...

if my son dies, I'll kill everyone.

Do ou understand me now?
Look at me!

And the first to die will be you,
son of a bich.

Sir.

id you ask me to open the Corruption Investigation?

-What's this?
-What's this?

Look. Did you read the news?
Dead journalist, Fortunato!

-People die everyday!
-what a shit.

You summoned Colonel Roberto Nascimento to testify!

-I did.
-a Corruption Investigation during the elections...

-will benefit this man!
-Pretentious.

You are a stupid kid!

-Pretentious.
-Calm down, Fortunato!

If there is a Corruption Investigation, I'll be the relater, sir!

no, no fucking relater!

because in this Corruption Investigation,
you'll also be investigated.

-stupid kid!
-stupid kid is you.

-Calm down.
-I'll wait for you at the plenary.

-stupid!
-Calm down, Fortunato.

Fortunato, calm down!

Well, at first I'd like to say
that the state government...

defends the idea of this
investigation and hopes that...

our dear representatives
will help us finding the truth.

I'd like to say as well
that the investigations...

about the journalist
and the photographer...

were transferred to
the kidnap police station...

as no body has been found,
so there's no evidence...

I repeat, no evidence
that they were murdered.

The only evidence we have so far...

is that Representative Fraga's
call recording...

that was obtained through
illegal wiretapping...

that Mr. Colonel Roberto Nascimento
intercepted...

to spy his ex-wife.

Well, the Governor obviously...

already fired Colonel Nascimento...

starting his expulsion process.

For the politicians,
it wouldn't be good if I died...

before testifying.

I'd be the human rights martyr
during the Corruption Investigation...

And Fraga would make the Governor...

suspected by murder.

but the system doesn't have a central planing...

or directors, pal.

the system is a impersonal mechanism...

an articulation of selfish interests.

Let's go, people. It's time.

-Hey boss!
-Tell us!

I told you to hide the shirt.

Go ahead, Nunes.

the Governor did the best for his own...

staining my name and
destroying my career in the Police.

I gotta go, ok?

Call me if you need.

The militia tactic would be different.

Rocha knew that if
it got really bad in the investigation...

the politicians would blame him.

Spider, check where he is.

where are you, pal?

I'm in front of the bar, ok?

We'll wait behind the hospital.

Let me know when he leaves, ok?

For militians, the sooner I die, better it would be.

He's going to the parking lot.

He's leaving. He's at the door.

Get out, pal, get out.

Shit, let's go get this son of a bitch!

Luckly I've found...

my real enemies in the right time.

So when they came, I wasn't alone.

-Are you ok?
-Skull.

He's on the floor.

I'll get in, I'll get in.

Behind the car, fuck!

Go, go! on the other

Yea, go!

that son of a bitch scaped...

but my war against the system
was just begining.

Now it was a personal thing.

I'd keep fighting but in a different way.

Silvio, please.

The last page of this document is missing.

Ask for it, and I need copies to distribute.

Please, gentlemen.

Silence in the plenary, please...

so we can hear him testifying...

-Colonel Roberto Nascimento.
-A moment, please.

I'd like to say a few words
before this stupid thing.

Representative, please.

This Corruption Investigation
was opened during electoral campaign.

If I asked something...

-I'll write it.
-It will become electoral campaign.

you are ridiculous!

you are against Rio de Janeiro city.

you are not a member of this investigation...

thus, you cannot have the right to speak.

I'll turn off your microphone.

You, representative Diogo Fraga,
you're stupid!

you're against the city.

you have a plot against us!

please gentlemen.

-questions.
-ridiculous!

Colonel Nascimento,
are you ready?

Can we start the qustions?

if you allow me, representative...

I'd like to say a few words...

before the questions.

you have time enough.

my name is Roberto Nascimento.

I'm a Military Police Colonel...

of Rio de Janeiro State.

I dedicated 21 years of my life in the Police.

That means, it's not easy what I'll say now...

but the truth is, the Military Police of Rio has to be over.

please.

When my son was 10...

he asked me why my job
was to kill people.

my son, Rafael,
who is in the hospital now...

victim of a pistol shot.

And I don't know how to answer his question.

I've been in the Police for 21 years and I can't answer...

why I killed and for who I killed.

but what I can say, for sure, gentlemen...

is, a police officer doesn't shoot on his own.

Representative Fraga,
half of our colegues here...

should be in jail.

Please, gentlemen.

Silence, please.

-Half is even little, representative.
-Silence!

Please, please.

Half is little, representative.

Here there's around 6 or 7 that are innocent.

Gentlemen, silence.

Please.

Representative Fortunato,
you're the leader...

of one of the biggest
criminal organizations in this city.

Silence, please!

you act with your partner...

the Military Police ex-commander...

and ex-Security Secretary,
Mr. Guaracy Novaes...

one of the worst criminals I've met...

in my life, as a police officer.

and I can say here, representative...

that Rio de Janeiro State's Governor...

is directly involved in the crimes...

that are being investigated here.

the State Governor is involved...

in the crimes investigated by
the representative Diogo Fraga.

Representative Fortunato,
you are responsible...

for more than 20 murders
in the city's West Zone.

among them, you are responsible
for murder of my friend...

and Captain of the
Military Police, André Matias.

Senhores, por favor!

Silence, please...

I went to Fraga's Corruption
Investigation to destroy the system.

I went there to say the truth.

to say what I was feeling.

I told all I knew,
I admitted my faults...

and I talked for more than 3 hours.

I pulled many people to pieces.

I sent many politicians to jail.

Because of my discourse,
there was people...

that went to the grave even before I expected.

it was the biggest witness
elimination in Rio de Janeiro's History.

And the system kept itself anyway.

Get the gold out and put in the anchor, that shit.

the system gives in the hand to save the arm.

the system reorganizes itself,
articulating new interests.

Creates new leaderships.

Gentlemen, 4 years more!
congrats!

-Congratulations!
-Congratulations!

While there is conditions to existem a system...

it will resist.

We all know that the representative Guaracy...

got elected usinf the crime's money,
the militia's money.

if you chose him as the
president of this comission...

you are ensuring that you are like him...

real criminals disguised
as the people's representatives...

representative Fraga, I want to speak.

-you come from the injustice!
-I want to speak.

Cam down, representative.

You aren't good enough to be talking representative!

-I don't...
-You aren't good!

you might suspect my suitability...

-a crime representative...
- and my cologues suitability.

you can't be the people's representative!

I was elected democratically.

-Democratically!
-with proofs...

-there's no opposition!
-I was elected...

and you'll have to take my slanderous words.

what I cant take is your criminal history!

because I'll attend my functions here...

and it doesn't matter if you don't want.

now answer me...

who do you think that maintains it all?

Yea... it's expensive, really.

the system is much more than what I thought.

That's why drug dealers, police officers and militians...

kill so many in the slums.

that's why we have slums.

that's why we have so many scandals in Brasília...

that keeps going on in every new government.

to make things change,
it will take a long time.

the system is hard.

and there's a lot of innocents yet to die.

Rafa!