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SEVEN YEARS IN MAY

To Preto, who died way too soon.

Open that, let's see
what's inside.

What do we got here?

That's mine.

One's mine, the
other one's yours.

Yeah. Gimme.

I'm getting these boots
'cause I like them.

Will it fit me?

Beware of the bugs.

You shouldn’t put
your feet in like this...

I'll try these boots on.
See if they fit me.

I've always dreamed about
wearing this kind of clothes...

Check out those cop's boots.

This one is waterproof,
nothing goes within it.

They don't fit you, bro.

Yes they do, you'll see.

You'll have to give
them to someone else…

Come on, it fits perfectly.

I told you.

Be careful with this,

don't do anything stupid.

I'm taking these gloves

so I don't get
dirty with gunpowder.

Let me see what
you've got over there.

I know it's yours,
you took it first.

Now you're rocking out, huh?

Am I pretty?

Look at your hair, it rules!

It matches with your blouse.

With this I'm gonna torture,

gonna break teeths,
gonna break it all.

You're gonna see how it works,

I'm gonna strangle
people by their necks.

Who are we looking like?

I’m gonna tell you…
We are...

Special Operation's Department.

A hundred per cent.

Totally militia.

The militiamen.

Does anybody want anything else?

Are we done?

Yep. Right.

I'll close it so we
don't leave any proof.

Let's go on with the operation.

It'll rock.

Wait, I'm gonna fasten this...

Out on a operation
you die for this stuff!

You get shot while
fastening your trousers!

And what if they fall down?

As you do it, you get shot.

You can't behave like this.

Ok, let's go.

Hands up to the
head, motherfucker!

Open your legs, now.

Police boarding.

Open your legs!

What's your name?

Rafael.

We received a complaint
about your house.

- Do you live on the 20?
- Yes

We received a report that
you have a kilo of drugs.

We are gonna take a look.

There's nothing there, sir.

What is this?
What’s going on?

We are gonna check it out.

Let's take him there
and check it out.

We are going to your place
and if we find anything there

we're gonna go around
together, alright?

- What's your name, motherfucker?
- Rafael dos Santos Rocha, sir.

Repeat it.

Rafael dos Santos Rocha.

- It's you we were looking for.
- I don't have anything.

We'll check it, if we
find anything there...

Get up, get up!

I'm not a thief, sir.
I'm not a drug dealer.

I'm not going around with you.

You're going with us.

I don't have anything,

I'm a worker.
For Christ's sake, sir.

You all say you're workers
at moments like these...

I was arrested in 2005,
but I don’t owe anything.

Are you sure?
Don’t you owe anything?

Today I'm blowing
someone's head.

- Gimme the gun.
- Please don't do this to me.

Do you wanna die now?

Please don't, for God's love.

Then you're gonna say
where's the drug hidden.

- There's nothing in my house.
- Yes, there is!

We've heard about it.

- I'm telling you there isn't.
- Yes, there is.

I'm a worker.

If you have something there,
I'm gonna blow your head.

I'm not messed with this...

I told you I have
nothing to do with this!

I have nothing,
please tell them!

Oh, he's crying!

It's a mama's baby!

Stand up, stand up!

We are checking it out.

It's over for you, bro.

You’re fucked up.

For Christ's sake, people!

Oh, Lord

in the name of Jesus
don't do that to me.

Today we'll show
you how it works.

Let me go...

Now you think about God, huh?

When you are out there
you don't think about God.

you don't think about family,
you don't care about anyone.

And now that you've
got caught you wanna cry?

I've told you, I've been
arrested but paid my debts.

You know how prison works.

In there, baby cries
but mama can’t hear.

If you go once
you go twice, partner.

I was taken for a
drug dealer in 2007.

Policemen caught
me in front of my house

and tortured me in the
Energy Company's Substation.

I was quiet...

I was OK, working
for a neighbour.

I went back home at seven.

When I was opening the gate,

suddenly two vehicles
stopped by and boarded me.

"Rafael dos Santos?"

I said: "Yes, that's me."

"We heard you have one
kilo of marijuana in your garden."

I said: "There is
nothing in my house,

I've just arrived
from work."

They said:
"Yes, there is."

"We are gonna make a
search in your residence."

Two of them took me
to the wall's edge.

Near the fuse box.

The rest of them started
digging the backyard.

They went to the cistern
searching with flashlights.

Some others broke into my house
and started breaking everything.

Throwing pots to the floor, opening
cans, checking everything out.

Rice, sugar, beans, throwing
everything on the floor.

They did the same
in the other rooms.

They threw
everything on the floor,

broke the wardrobe.

But weren't satisfied.

So they turned to me and said:
"You're gonna go around with us."

I said:
"I ain't going with you."

They said:
"Yes, you are."

They dragged
me inside their van.

I was resisting.

I left my legs out
but they started

hitting me with the car door.

They beat me.

I was in pain so
I put my legs in.

They threw pepper spray
inside and closed the doors.

They took me.

We arrived in a very dark place.

They told me to get
down and look aside.

When I did, one of them
caught me by my neck.

Seven more started punching me.

Beating a lot.

They punched me on
my chest so hard I fainted.

I thought I was
having a nightmare.

When I opened my eyes I saw
flashlights on my face.

They picked me up.

They put a bag on my face
and started hitting me again.

They punched and punched

until the bag was
covered with blood.

They changed it

and kept on beating me.

I fainted many times.

This other bag also
got covered with blood.

They grabbed a clean one,

threw pepperspray on it
and put it on my head.

And kept on with the drubbing.

Punching, punching, punching.

They threw me on the floor
and took the bag off.

A policeman came
and knelt on my chest.

He stuck two guns in
my mouth, forcing them,

hurting it on the
inside and outside.

Two cops lifted my legs

and started hitting them.

They took the baton and hit

each foot kinda fifty times.

It gave me blisters on the feet.

One of them found a
lighter in my pocket

and started burning me,

here, like this.

He burned me

until I got another blister.

I could even hear the
sound of it exploding.

He put the lighter
into my back wound,

pushed it hard

and left it there hanging.

They threw me to the floor.

One cop said:
"This motherfucker is trained."

He got into the car
and drove backwards.

When the car was
reaching my legs...

About to run over
them, hurting me,

another one yelled:
"Let's kill this motherfucker."

Then they pulled me

and dragged me around...

They put me on my knees
in front of the wall.

A cop came carrying a knife

and pulled my hair like this...

And started cutting
it with the knife,

until it got almost shaved.

He showed me his
gun, a .38 or a .32.

An old, rusty gun.

He told me:
"Now you're gonna die."

I closed my eyes

and heard four shoots.

I felt the ground on my face.

Everything was silent.

I thought I was dead.

Then I heard the car's door.

I opened my eyes.
One cop yelled at me:

"Rafael, we're coming
by next Friday

we want R$5.000 in crack,
R$5.000 in cocaine

and R$5.000 cash.

Just do it."

They got in the car
and drove away.

I could hardly walk,
I was really harmed.

I slowly crawled myself away.

Walking back home
I ran into my friend China.

"Fael, what
happened to you?"

I told him everything.

He said: "Don't go home.
Stay at my place.

They can go back there
and kill you tonight."

I went with him.

On 9 o’clock that Friday

two police cars stopped
at my mom's front door again.

They ran into her house

and asked her:
"Where is Rafael?"

She told them: “I know
nothing about my son

since you took him
and didn't bring him back."

“Where's my son?”

“He was arrested but has
already paid, here's his license.”

And showed the license to them.

They ripped it and threw
it on my mom's face.

They went back to the cistern
again to check it out.

When they were leaving

one turned back
at my mom and said:

"Tell Rafael we don't need
cash or drugs anymore.

If we come across him
we’ll throw his head on your yard."

They got in the cars
and drove away.

My family was afraid.

They sent me to São Paulo
to live with my brother.

I went to São Paulo
and that screwed up my life.

I lived in many places there.

Many houses.

I lived at my brother's,

I lived at
“The old men’s” house,

I lived at some friend's huts,

I lived at a shelter.

The place where I stayed
for the longest was Cotia.

I started working
as a drug dealer.

I started doing drugs.
A lot of drugs.

"The old men", owner
of the place, told me

I'd better leave
and work in the car chopping

'cause staying there
was dangerous for me.

I went to Embu das Artes to
work in the car chopping.

I’d been working
there for a while.

When suddenly, as we
were dismantling a car

out of the blue
Marquinho yelled:

"Fael, Fael, cops are at the door,
let's get outta here!"

I jumped the wall
and tried to run.

Then I heard the
shots behind me.

I knelt down and raised
my hands to my head.

I got kicked, punched, pounded.

They caught me and other
five people to jail.

People from TV were there.

There were reporters
speaking about

the car chopping cops had found.

They took us.

We all went to
Itapecerica's jail.

In two weeks...

I thought we're gonna stay
there for a long time.

That evening I heard my name:
“Rafael dos Santos Rocha.”

I told my fella:
"Has our license arrived?"

This is something
I can’t forget.

I will always remember
those two weeks.

One guy came to
our cell and said:

"Hey you, I have your licenses.
You are free to go."

We went out of jail...

When we were out I asked a man:

"How do we get
out of here?"

We could only see bushes

and an abandoned road.

He said: "Follow here,
you'll find a payphone."

Down there, we
called our bosses.

We didn't know why we were free.

They told us they've made an
arrangement with the police.

They paid 30.000 bucks
to take us out of jail.

So that we would respond
only for a minor crime.

I really wanted to go back home,
São Paulo was over for me.

I was heavily into drugs.

I decided to go back
to Belo Horizonte.

I arrived in the city looking
forward to be at home.

I only had ten bucks

but I was killing
for some crack.

I forgot to go back home.

I walked to Santa Tereza's
viaduct looking for a stone.

I found it.

I asked to smoke in
a stranger's pipe

and we did it.

I asked him: "Where
can we sell this mobile?"

We found a place
and I sold it for 30 bucks.

He told me: "Let's go
up to the village,

drug is pure up there."

We went there.

On our way back he asked
to borrow my jacket.

I lent it.

When I realized,

he was gone with my
jacket and the drugs.

I was killing for more crack.

When you buy shit and
don't use it you go even crazier.

Until you do it
you won't have peace.

I had cool boots I won.

I walked down a hall and
ran into street sellers.

Those who buy
and sell used stuff.

I asked a guy: "Are these
boots worth something?"

"For us it's
worth 12 bucks."

"Only twelve?" I asked.
"Will you sell them or not?"

I said: "OK, c’mon."

I sold them and just
kept my socks on.

I bought and smoked the crack.

From this day on I didn’t
go back home anymore.

And started to
live on the streets.

I knew nothing. Spent that
night wandering around.

In the morning, while
walking in Aarão Reis street,

I suddenly saw
Douglas, a guy I knew.

I told him what was going on:

"I don't wanna go home.

I'm screwed and want
to keep doing shit."

He said: "So you shall make a move,
you can't go on like this."

I learned some stuff about cars.

How to watch
them out, wash them.

I worked doing this stuff
there for three months.

Until I met Dentim.

We started selling
crack on the square.

We were doing great,

making money...

But Dentim wanted even more.

He started mixing
pure drug with shit

and selling it as pure.

And then, some buyers

noticed the difference.

We sold everything we had
and went back to our place.

On the day after everybody was
looking at me in a strange way.

Lorim, a friend
of mine, told me:

"Some guys want to kill
you and Dentim

for those stupid things
Dentim's been up to."

I said: "What? What
do we do now?"

When nobody was watching

Lorim and I took
a bus to the village.

Then I went walking to
Dentim's house in Floresta.

He was asleep.

I woke him up and said:
"The guys want to kill us

because of that shit
you've been up to.

I'm going to Contagem."

I left.

When I arrived in Contagem
I decided to leave the gangdom,

but I couldn't quit drugs.

I started smoking
even more crack.

I wandered around the streets,

wishing I could
back home, but I couldn't.

I couldn’t do it,

there was no way
for me to do it.

I had long hair, dirty
clothes, nails uncut,

greasy hair…

I wanted to go back home,
but not looking like I was.

Everytime I laid on the street

I listened to the same
thing inside my head.

I could hear the car's
doors slamming

and the police radio.

"It's him right there!"

"Let's go there and kill him!"

"Let's get him now!"

"Let's kill him!"

It had never left my mind.
I can still hear it.

You have a sad story,

just as many people I've met.

Is your story different?

It's just like yours.

Have you been beaten
by policemen too?

Yes.

I've been through so many things

that every story I hear
sounds like mine.

Want some?

Gimme.

This anger is the worst.

It never goes away.

Those men's faces are the worst.

They never disappear.

You're right.

Never indeed.

When I was caught
for the first time,

they laid my face on the floor.

Stepped on my arm

and told me not to look at them.

One of the cops felt
sorry for me,

he said they wouldn’t
stop if I looked.

But I didn't stop staring
at them even for a minute.

Do you remember their faces?

I still do.

Me too.

Do you think they remember ours?

I don't think so.

We are all the same to them.

My mom told me
to forget about this stuff,

stop thinking about it.

I said that if I forgot,

what they did to me
would be completed.

I think one day

they will pay for what they did.

Justice has to
work for them too.

What justice?

What law?

Has somebody ever asked
you to write down a law?

If I were a judge
everything would be clearer.

I would make
everyone pay in kind.

If you stole 10 bucks, you'd
have to give 10 bucks back.

If you had killed someone,
you'd have to die too.

But if you hadn't done anything
no one should do anything to you.

And you?

What would you do if you
could catch those cops?

What would you do?
Would you kill them?

I don't think so.

I would like them to suffer
everything I suffered.

The problem is that
cops are just like ants.

You catch one and five thousand,
twenty thousand go after you.

We are more than five thousand,
much more than twenty thousand.

But when they caught you,
how many stood by you?

How many neighbours saw you
getting into the car and did nothing?

The world is unfair not only
because of the cops, bro.

I don't know what's
fair or unfair anymore.

I just know I can't forget it.

Being back here, in this place,

it's like travelling in time.

It's like that day
lasted forever.

We can still see your
footprint on the floor.

We can still see the
blood stains on the street.

And it's not only your blood.

There are many people
dying everyday.

We are surrounded
by a pile of dead people, bro.

And that pile is only growing,
since before we were born.

And it's so tall
it capped the sky.

That's why everything is so dark.

But there's no night
that lasts forever.

What we gotta do is to move on.

For us and for them too.

- Are you all listening to me?
- Yes, sir.

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