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...into the death
of the police officers.

And the question,
how did these criminals gain access

and escape from the heavily policed
Guarulhos International Airport?

One whole ton of gold
was taken by the thieves...

The robbers disguised
themselves as federal police officers...

...all without firing
a single shot. Truly unbelievable.

Officer! Officer! Is this robbery related
to the Santa Isabel police officer deaths?

Officer! Sir!
How did they manage to escape?

FEDERAL POLICE

- Form the perimeter.
- Just take care of the press.

Benício.

Hey.

I talked to the guys
from the local jurisdiction,

and they said it's fine
for us to work with them here.

- So let's get back to work.
- This can't be a coincidence, can it?

No, man, it's not a coincidence.

Soulless in Santa Isabel
40 minutes before this heist in Guarulhos.

No, not a coincidence.

Suellen, it feels like
this guy is made of sand, you know?

He keeps slipping through my fingers.

Yeah, but they might still be close.
We can't get bogged down like that.

Come on, let's move!

- Because the trail could still be hot.
- Let's go.

- Fuckin' amazing!
- It's not over yet. Stay focused, damn it.

- Come on. Let's move. Quickly.
- Go, go, go, go!

Come on. Move it.

Let's go.

ARMORED CAR ROBBERY

PARAGUAY

ORGANIZATION

SOULLESS

CRIMINAL CODE

EPISODE 7

PARAGUAY
AMBASSADOR'S FARM

Motherfucker.

Piece of shit totally crapped out.

Want some help with that?

It won't start.

Try.

See?

I don't know what's wrong with it.

There better be gold on the way.

These fuckers don't like to wait.

- Try to start it again.
- Mm-hmm.

We still
have to clean everything, man.

I don't work at a car wash. Torch it.

Or we could just call the police
and tell 'em where we fuckin' are.

They're waiting for my share in Paraguay.

Moron.

Amateur shit, man.

- Let's do this.
- All right.

EMERGENCY
AMBULANCE

The gold is coming now.

How long will it take?

Because G.I. Joe here
doesn't work on credit.

They said by nightfall.

Máscara.

If these guys start asking me shit,
I'm gonna send you to go talk to them.

- He's a mercenary.
- Pay for play.

Big guns aren't afraid of big guys.

They make easier targets.

You make me laugh, Máscara.

You're gonna do well with the jefe.

"You must be ready."

"Because the Son of Man will come
when least expected."

I'm okay, Fernando.
I just can't leave now.

You never can.

Honey, I'm in the middle of a crime scene.

Fernando?

Hello?

Ugh, jeez.

Suellen's here. Go ahead.

- Is it too much to ask for good news?
- Sorry, boss. None today.

Someone leaked
that we were trailing Mônica.

Moreira probably leaked it.

I see.

In that case,

tell no one anything.

Focus on the investigation.

I know we just got here,
but there's nothing. No fingerprints,

rounds, ammo. There's not a trace.

We've got some cameras,
but in the footage,

they're all wearing balaclavas.

- What color?
- The balaclavas?

White ones.

White?

Are you familiar with the Ghost Gang?

- Huh?
- I thought that was a legend.

An excuse used by people
who couldn't investigate

a case properly.

Maybe so.

But the DNA coincides.

With heists that have

the same explosion signature as Proguard.

The smarter they are, the cockier
they get. They have their own signature.

I know. All right, Rossi. Thanks.

Saldanha.

Yes, sir.

Please prepare a brief of the Santa Isabel
operation for São Paulo.

The officers' timeline,
room numbers, hotel. No extra details.

Happy to, but I don't know
what hotel they stayed at,

let alone their room number.

Who can brief Saldanha?

Ask Suellen, okay?

Yes, sir.

The rest of you can gather
more information about the Ghost Gang.

We suspect they're behind Guarulhos.

- What the hell?
- I have no idea.

There's a lot going on around here.

UNKNOWN MESSAGE: NEW NUMBER

- Should we advise Brasília?
- I don't know.

I'll help any way I can
for you to be able to trap these guys.

The whole thing was really hard for us.

I'm sure it was, but for these kinds
of robberies, they happen so fast

and not a shot fired. There's no way that
happens without someone on the inside.

It's the worst kind of criminal.

A coward.

But the robbers leave,
and the helper stays behind.

- And they are the first ones we catch.
- I've done nothing. I swear to God.

It's not an accusation.

Did you have official info about the gold?

No, ma'am.

- Any unofficial info about it?
- A ton?

Better to know nothing about that.

I just saw two trucks
coming in from the feds.

I didn't even think twice.

It looked like they knew
exactly how things worked around here.

- 'Cause they did, man.
- Then why did their trucks say "Federal"?

They were fake.

Now your turn.

Our team starts at 6:00.

The shipment with the gold
got in more or less an hour later.

It was the first thing to be loaded up
because of what it was worth.

The officer said they had an anonymous
tip. That I shouldn't tell anyone.

So I didn't.

- The police are the police, right?
- Not always.

Then they came in. Quarter past eight.

No, half past.

- Quarter after or half past?
- 8:16 exactly.

My wife says
I should have been British in the past.

PRECINCT 8:15/8:30?
8:16

What time is it?

Seriously?

A Brit who doesn't wear a watch?

Well, I don't live in England.

You know, with this robbery and stuff,
I don't wear it. I just forgot to.

It's 11:10.

Sir, pull up your shirt sleeve, please.

No, the other one.

I'm sorry. I don't understand.

That's quite a recent mark
for someone who doesn't wear a watch.

That's not what I said.
I said, sometimes I forget.

It's very hard to imagine
a punctual British Lord without a watch.

Old age, son. Wait and you'll see.

If I were to check the security footage,
will I see you wearing a watch?

Um, I was wearing it,

but that was before the heist. As soon as
they came in, I put it away to protect it.

Or did you put it away so the police
won't see you with a new watch?

You've got two options.

Open it, or open it.

One of the murder victims at Proguard
had a watch just like that one.

- What are the chances of that happening?
- Don't arrest me. I have a family.

- And you still side with the criminals?
- I had to.

Things have changed. I lost my pension.

Who gave you this?

I don't know
the slightest thing about him.

- I swear. I met him at the bus station.
- Did he call your cell?

- Well, yeah, but...
- We'll ping it to trace it.

- Hand me the phone. Here.
- Come on, Augusto.

- Am I arrested?
- Yeah.

But don't worry, my British Lord.
Jail is quite punctual. Let's go.

Come on with us.

- When I call, you fuckin' pick up.
- I want out.

They know there's
someone on the inside, you hear?

- You don't understand, dude. My family...
- Shut up and listen, man.

There's no annulment clause
in our contract, so shut up.

Tomorrow you're going to receive
a new phone and an envelope.

Inside you'll find a photo
of you taking your cash.

But if you prefer,
I can frame it and send it to your boss.

It's up to you.

The cell activity ends here.

Well, this is the location,
but they didn't leave any evidence.

Nothing? Not even a strand of hair?

It's worse than that.
Can you smell the chlorine on these cars?

They doused them in bleach.

The white powder is sodium bicarbonate
from fire extinguishers.

We won't get any DNA.
They've figured it out.

Or someone is figuring it out for them.
Right, Suellen?

Well, given the smoke,
they can't have gone far.

This area is so industrial,
it'll be hard to find witnesses.

We're gonna have to find
security cameras in the area, and fast.

- Let's go. Thanks.
- Thanks, guys.

These bums are becoming
way too fucking professional.

See the cameras there?

Since it's the warehouse at the end
of the street, it's our best shot.

Well, what an honor.

Two federal officers

at my place of work? Gotta be a sign.

I applied five times to the academy
but never got accepted.

Actually, do you have any tips for me?

Give up while you still can.

Why don't you show
the footage you have, please.

It's been an hour 40 since
they left the scene and we arrived here.

Fast-forward.

There you are, you bastards.

Is there a hospital
or a medical clinic nearby?

I've never seen a single ambulance
on this road, let alone two.

Roll the tape back.

Stop. Can you zoom in?

That's him. Fucker.

Zoom in on the plate.

Shit.
I can only make out the letters.

If we run the combinations of
missing numbers through the system,

it'll pick out those license plates
from any traffic cam in Brazil.

About 999 combinations.

Whoa, man.
Math whiz over here, huh?

SEARCHING PLATES

VEHICLE LOOKUP

There. All the plates
registered with those combos.

- In the entire system.
- Are any of them an ambulance?

- Negative. The plates are fake.
- It's a process of elimination.

Any footage from cameras near where
the plates are registered, discard it.

He wouldn't be near
where the fake plates are listed.

And disregard anything
that's over a thousand kilometers

from São Paulo, Assunção.
He couldn't have gotten that far.

999? That's impossible.

Don't you worry, sir.

We're down to 313 identified,
32 suspicious.

Check ones that are speeding.
This son of a bitch is in a hurry.

Listen up. SP-300 highway.

He's going 120 miles an hour,
going toward Bauru.

Who's it registered as?

Genivaldo Silva,
85 years old, from Taubaté.

Eighty-five? No way. It has to be him.

That's him. Let's get this son of a bitch.

All units. Requesting roadblock
on SP-300, exit to Bauru.

Apprehend every ambulance
that comes by. Every single one.

Suspect's traveling
in an ambulance at high speed.

Police reported up ahead.

POLICE VISIBLE
YES - NO

No ambulances on the cameras
or the roadblocks.

That's strange, man.
They should have passed one by now.

Man!

Let's move.

Cops are on our tail. Put it in the bag.
Come on. Let's go.

Benício, bad news.
The teams found a clandestine airport.

They saw a small aircraft taking off,
and it got away.

An ambulance was abandoned at the site,
and another in Campinas.

Motherfucker!

Let's go after that plane.
Let's go straight to Campinas.

- This is not over yet!
- No, Benício. Enough!

Why are you pulling over?

- Enough, Benício.
- Come on.

- No, man. That's enough!
- Let's go.

We can find who owns
that fucking runway. The plane model.

- We'll find something.
- I'm driving back to Foz.

- I'm going to Foz. Shut up!
- A way to track it. We're so close.

I've already missed
too much of my life for this.

I'm not gonna miss my flight out of here.

We've been living and breathing
this fucking investigation

for half a year.

Life is more than just this.

- Suellen...
- I'm not a machine, okay?

- I'm not a machine!
- I just want...

And as much as you might think you are,
you have one fucking fuse inside of you,

and it's burning away
faster than you think.

You need to light
another fuse in there, Benício.

Something else in life, man.

Well, the problem is,
I'm not just burning for myself, Suellen.

You understand? It's not just me.

It's always the same lame excuse,
and I'm actually tired of it, Benício.

You don't get it.

I don't have to get anything.

What you decide to do
with your life is up to you.

Because at the end of the day,
you're the only one who gets to decide.

And making a decision
is lonely as hell, right?

You like being lonely, don't you?

You decide.

I'm going back to Foz.

I'm gonna stay in São Paulo.

I'm gonna try and light some other fuses.

Please. Okay.

I'm tired of waiting.

We agreed on 50 percent today.

What you gonna do with your money here?

Take it easy, man. Take it easy.

What if I decide to take your equipment
as payment for coming to this shithole?

You're a dead man if you touch my arsenal.

Your order has arrived.

I never doubted you, brother.

Bring in your men.

Don't worry about my men.
Give me 48 hours.

You can unload the plane.

The house looks great.

Did you turn up unannounced
to compliment our remodel?

Could we talk in private?

No.

Chico is my partner. Whatever you want
to say to me, you can say in front of him.

Look, Sandra, I... I know
this may not make sense to you,

but I really needed to speak to Samuel.

I know I wasn't a good husband
or a present father to our son.

Spending days at a time
without coming home

because of investigations.

You always had to go the gym
every single Sunday.

You missed every special occasion
for work, Benício.

You don't need to tell us.

I remember.

I want to change.

I really do want to change.

Uh...

I d... I don't know what to do
to make him like me.

He's not like that
because he doesn't like you.

He's like that
because you were never around.

Things not working out
between us is one thing,

but Samuel wants a father, Benício.
One that's there for him.

I want that.

Mm-hmm.
Well, you need to try harder, okay?

Give me a minute. Excuse me.

Hey, Rossi.

Yeah, hold on just a second.

I have to go.

Don't show up again
without letting me know first.

Okay, Rossi.

Go ahead.

Yeah.

Hi, baby girl.

Mommy didn't want to be gone
for so long, you know?

But we were so close to getting him.

So close I could even feel him.

Hi.

I brought you this.

You're almost out, right?

All I ever wanted was our family.

Arguing about which one of us would
get up at night to get her when she cried.

Putting on a two-hour film,

and you falling asleep
the minute it starts.

I wanted to wake up with you, Suellen.

Wake up with you.

They say that I keep house

while you're off travelling
with some other guy,

earning more money than me.

I know that's bullshit, but...

but I'm a police officer.

Those guys won't give me a break.

I keep fooling myself. Huh?

Trying to pretend that I'm not so angry
about being an administrator,

while you're out in the field
being a real cop.

I love our daughter
more than anything in the world.

But us...

It's like we're broken.

And I can't glue us together.

Not alone.

Those things that you say you wanted,

I thought I wanted them too.

But I don't think I do.

I don't want it, Fê.

It wouldn't be fair to me.

It wouldn't be fair to you, too, either.

Because it would be a lie.

What do we do now?

No idea.

Everyone tells you how to be together.

No one tells you how to separate.

Don't cry.

Daddy's here.

Hey!

There you go, my sweet girl.

There, there.

There. You just rest.

Tell your friends
to go fuck themselves.

It takes a real man
to be the kind of father you are.

Please just hug me.

You see that, brother?

That's us moving up in the world.

We don't owe anybody anything.

But all this has
nothing to do with us, right?

Just wait and see, man.

What the fuck is this?

They're mercenaries.
Americans, Nigerians, from the FARC.

They're killing machines for a price.

Is that really necessary?
Isaac, that's not really our style.

To do what we need to do,
I'd hire them myself.

What is it we're doing?
What are they gonna do?

Are you gonna keep this
from us till the last minute?

That's just how it is. Chill.
Just three or four people know about it.

When the time comes,
you'll know everything.

All these secrets.
It's not how we normally do things.

Relax, man.

What are we gonna do
with all these madmen?

Make history, Gabi.
We're here to make fuckin' history.

Look, we've got something
they don't got right here.

We've got a fortune,

but we're here
to gain a place with the big dogs.

Friends in high places.
You get me? So pay attention.

Djeison.

- Hey, Isaac!
- My friend!

Hermano!

- How are you?
- How's it going?

- My man.
- All good?

- My brother, Gabriel.
- Hey.

- This is my family.
- Welcome. Let's go.

- Thanks.
- Djeison.

Your brother. Welcome, brother.

Vamos, vamos. Let's have a drink.

- Sup, man?
- This way.

- Do you have a cigarette?
- Nah, man.

- Would you like a cigar?
- Sup?

FEDERAL POLICE

Well. Who's got somethin'?

Soulless was at the heist in Guarulhos.

And possibly he was there
with the Ghost Gang as well.

Possibly with Moreira's help.

And possibly to use the money

to pay for another job.

Yeah. It's not much.

Come on then.

Do you prefer the taste of defeat
or cold beer?

- Beer.
- Beer.

Always beer.

- And then escape?
- The fucking plan?

The team will be ready.
Wait in this truck.

We could also leave this way,
along the river bank.

We'll have to split the team
into two.

We can't go in this way in one group.
Split up?

We have an entire army,
and you wanna split us into little groups?

- Why?
- Leave it alone, bro.

The Organization put him in charge
of the plan, remember? We just execute it.

And settle up after.

Let's get on with it.

Explain your goddamn plan,

instead of making eyes
like you're gonna kiss.

What about my men?

We split your team

into two teams, okay?

The convoy will stay right here.

The feds could come around this way,
or around this way.

I'm a killer from Paraguay,
and I'm here to murder you. Why is that?

Para-guay not?

It's stupid!
I don't know why I'm laughing.

- Loosen up your tie, sir.
- Give me a break!

How many have we arrested?
More than 15! Come on!

- Gang members, police officers, anyone!
- Fuck yeah. True! Even a butcher!

That's what I'm talking about. So look.

Be proud of yourselves.
You should be proud.

Right, Assunção? Isn't that
what being a good cop is all about?

A good cop

is someone who can pass
through a sea of evil

without considering himself good.

- You know who said that?
- No.

Me.

Uh, on that note, bro, I'm off.

I'll think about that shit till I die.

- Bye.
- See you.

The man has arrived.

Let's go.

Then what?

He just disappeared?

Yeah.

But he's... he's suspended right now.

Not required to report to anyone.

What about Wladimir?

Will he have to answer
for putting a rat on our ship?

What do you think?

If he sent trouble our way,
it's because he knew it.

So everyone knows Moreira's history,
except for us and our team. Is that it?

In theory, the trial is
confidential to the courts.

- Nobody knows.
- Oh, come on, Rossi.

What more do I have to do?

I almost died three times
on this investigation.

Aren't we owed some information
about our inside informant?

They say Moreira was undercover
in the Organization for over two years.

Almost no one gets in,
let alone infiltrate them for two years.

Apparently, he got pretty high up,
got connected to some important guys.

Even Bigode came.

These guys have invested 30 million,
brother. They better send someone big.

There was another officer,
Plínio, who heard what Moreira was doing

and got permission from his boss
to try and do the same.

Bigode, on behalf of the Ambassador,
welcome to our humble hacienda.

As you know...

Hi, Bigode.

...information about
undercover agents is restricted.

Moreira only found out
there was another cop on the scene

when it was already too late.

- Hello.
- Hi, Sheik.

- What's the situation?
- The situation's not good.

Our brother Dante, God rest his soul,

found a maggot in our midst.

He's the one who killed our partner.

Now he's bargaining for his life.

There's no negotiation. Article 9.
Killing a brother will result in death.

All right, family. Come on. Let's get it.

- We can make a deal...
- Shut up. Shut the fuck up.

Okay, Profeta.

Handle it. You've been with us
for a while now, right?

Now you show us your value.

- Come on!
- Get in there and blow this fucker away.

- Come on, bro.
- Just do it.

- Be a man.
- Come on, bro. Just do it.

- Then kill him.
- Don't be a pussy.

- Come on. Do it.
- Shoot this pig.

- Kill him.
- Fuckin' pull the trigger.

- Hey, Bigode.
- What?

Isn't it early to kill a cop?
I'm not ready.

What do you mean? What are you saying?

You feel for that vermin?
Or are you on his side now? What is it?

- Go on.
- Waste that pig.

- Go on, Profeta.
- Kill the fucker.

- Go on, kill him.
- Yeah, Prophet, you got this, man.

- No, man. For God's sake.
- Fry his brains.

- Go on, do it. Finish it.
- Ka-boom. Yeah.

Be decisive.

What are you waiting for?
Don't make me doubt you.

Don't do this.

What's wrong?
Fucking pull the trigger.

Don't fucking do this.
For God's sake, I beg you!

- Kill that vermin. Kill that pig.
- He can't do it.

Don't hesitate. Come on!

After that,
Moreira faked his own death in a fire

to get out of the Organization.

What the fuck is this?
You back from the dead?

Stop that motherfucker!

You hear that?
Get that son of a bitch!

Fuck.

Fuck!

They couldn't catch him.

Fucker escaped.

He wasn't a pig.

- He shot a cop right in front of me.
- Then why did he run?

How do I know? It was like seeing a ghost.

I thought he'd died in a house fire.

Nobody knows for sure.

There was a charred body in the house.
We buried it. That was that.

Be afraid of people coming back
from the dead. He's a federal agent.

How do you know? You got a fucking
crystal ball or something, smart ass?

No, but I have my sources right here.
The guy's a fucking fed.

Oh motherfucker!

Does anybody else know the plan?
Has it left this room?

- No.
- Are you sure?

Yes.

Damn it. Tell everyone to pack their bags.
We're going to a hotel tonight.

Hey, this is our base, Isaac.

Just fucking obey.

And you, big boy, acting all in charge.
It better not be bullshit.

Trust me, man. Trust me. Roll out.

Moreira?

Don't worry, Captain.
Don't worry.

I just really wanna talk to you.

Why me, Moreira?

It's your case, isn't it?

Aren't you the one
who's gonna solve all this? Or not?

And Wladimir?

So why did he send you here?

Look, boss.

I wasn't his rat, and I won't be yours.

Got that?

Are you their rat?

Well, what do you think?

Yeah, we have a rat.

And the team is convinced
it's got your teeth marks all over it.

I've done more for this case
than any of them.

And why would you do that, Moreira?
Behind our backs, risking your life?

Are you asking why a police officer
would do the work of a police officer?

Do you have proof?

This one's mine. I recorded a meeting.

And I got this from one of theirs.

They got soaked when I was getting away,

but digital forensics
should be able to work with them.

Do you think I'd come all this way here
unless it could help catch these guys?

Here's what you're gonna do.

You stay in Foz.

Fail to pick up your phone,

and the entire Federal Police force
will be after you.

You're a drowning man.

You better hope this saves you.

Do the guys at the station

really think I was a rat?

If they were sure, they'd have you
in Wladimir's gallows by now.

Well, I'm used to that.

Look on the bright side.

You could end up a hero.

Moreira.

What are they planning to do?

The treasury, the national press.

I don't know, boss,

but it's something big.

Really big. They're ready for war.

I'd send somebody
to that hacienda, and quick.

Search everything!
Don't leave anything unchecked.

There's the delivery boy.

Ooh!

What is all this?
I don't get it.

To nurse your hangover.

And because I want you in a good mood
for what I'm about to say.

In your dreams, Newbie.

Some of us have been here for 20 years
and aren't allowed in there.

So you, pizza delivery boy,
don't have a chance.

Moreira was undercover
at the hacienda.

The Organization is there,
planning their next action.

Look, I know you think he isn't someone
you can trust. Lots of people think that.

But I believe what he's saying.

What if it's a third robbery?
Bigger, with more guys?

I don't trust that guy.

Drop it, dude. He saved us in Loanda.
He risked his life just to save ours.

- How long has he been undercover?
- A few weeks.

The night we went up to Turcão's station,
there was a guy who, in the chaos,

I mean, easily could have killed me,

but he killed someone else.

His face was covered,
but we looked at each other...

So you think that was him?

We looked at each other,
and I felt I knew that look.

- You know you sound out of your mind?
- Calm down, Benício.

Moreira brought a cell with evidence.
It's with forensics.

And the Paraguayan police
raided the hacienda last night.

It looks like they cleaned out the place
before they got there.

There were tons of tire tracks.

Anyway, I'm telling you
about all this today because

I need to decide what we're doing
from here on out with the investigation.

If you don't trust him,

I'll send Moreira over to Wladimir.

Why are you saying all this now, Rossi?

Because we are a team.

And because I know
we can trust each other.

Look, I vote we get the phone back

and trust he won't go anywhere
in the meantime.

What do you say?

Yeah, I'm with you.

Well, I don't see what harm it could do.

If you're sure about this.

Why is everything
so mysterious all of a sudden?

Don't they know Moreira was the rat?

You think he came back?

If he did, Rossi fell for his sweet talk.

You think?

Oh, I do.

Good evening. ID, please.

Hey, could you just leave it
as João Nascimento, please?

Yes, sir.

Sometimes I even forget
Guilherme's my name.

- Hey Rossi.
- Moreira, listen. First of all, stay calm.

Someone spoke to Wladimir.

I don't know who, but someone did.

And the review board found a cell phone
in your room with some messages on it,

as well as several burners
used to speak to your informants.

They set me up!

That may be so,

and I'll help you, but you need
to collaborate for the time being.

Fuck no. They're already here.

"You must be ready,

for the Son of Man is coming
at an unexpected hour."

Matthew, chapter 24, verses 42 to 44.

Well, a religious hitman
is nothing new, right?

This shit sounds more like a pamphlet
for a church than a criminal note.

No, this is a note we seized
at the mansion.

It was written on a typewriter,
almost encrypted.

And it had been burnt also.

We took DNA from it,
but it hasn't been identified yet.

The DNA might not be from who wrote it.

And the audio Moreira recorded
is awful quality, right?

...Organization... the team...

carry out and end it soon.

Fucking hell!
We can't get anything from this.

Digital forensics did what they could,
but the file was corrupt.

What the fuck
are they planning? Ugh!

Look, if Moreira's telling the truth,

Soulless, mercenaries, an entire arsenal.

All those people and the Organization

going back across the border.

I think that from this
we can expect something really big.

Too big to be cancelled
at the last minute, Suellen.

Yuri, um, how's it going
with the DNA samples?

Well, the Paraguayan team was able
to collect three DNA samples

that matched Proguard.

We have Soulless, which matches his son's,
and the Santos hostage,

as well as two other samples

which don't match anything
on the Brazilian databases.

Along with that,
they found 23 unidentified profiles,

nine of which

match a crime scene somewhere in Brazil.

Our data set is growing.

And what about the Ghost Gang? Nothing?

No DNA we've collected

matches any of the crimes
we think they're responsible for.

Those guys could have not been there...

Or they learned how to remove any trace
of DNA, like at Guarulhos.

Let's listen to the recording
of that meeting from the beginning.

...hell... 42 guards...
they're incapacitated.

- Let's write these words out?
- Sure.

- Play it back again.
- Okay, hang on.

...hell... 42 guards...
they're incapacitated...

suite... plus D2 and B4...

Mexico... specialized...

from the army... Rotela...

twenty-first and eighth.

Hold on. Wait. Pause it.

Suite?

Let's map out all of the hotels
in Paraguay.

Ones with big safes,
suspicious transactions,

or due to host someone important.

Okay, Rotela is
the biggest faction in Paraguay.

Could it be drug smuggling
instead of a heist?

I don't think so.

They're fighting the Organization
for power within the Paraguayan prisons.

It doesn't make sense for them
to be working with the Organization.

What if they're trying
to send something over here?

They wouldn't need an army for that.

Unless...

That's what they've been doing since Foz.

Proguard, Loanda.
Sure, they were robberies,

but they were training missions too.

They must be planning
to seize control of a town, Rossi.

Okay, but why involve
the army in that?

Well, if they're planning
something really huge,

maybe they're expecting some sort of
response from the armed forces.

That's true. Pay attention.

After "army," he says,

"Eighth, twenty-first."

What does that sound like?

- Police stations. Of course!
- Fucking police stations.

Look, there are about nine towns
with "eighth" police stations.

And four with twenty-first.

Kurusu de Hierro,
Alcadía, Aguality, Asunción.

And do any have them both,
twenty-first and eighth together?

Yes, Asunción.

Open the map.

Yeah.

Assunção, search for the other words
near those two police stations.

Hell, Rotela.

NO RESULTS

Negative.

SUITE, ARMY, SPECIALIZED

NO RESULTS

- Don't forget Mexico.
- But Mexico doesn't make sense.

Well, it might not be the country.

Every town has
at least one street named Mexico.

Mexico Street.

It's in the same area.

Bars,

clubs,

houses,

but no police station.

But there is a small bank.

But a small bank
in a blue-collar neighborhood

doesn't justify a huge operation
like this one.

And a place like that
could hardly be called hell.

Wait.

TACUMBÚ PENITENTIARY

There's the hell we were
fucking searching for! It's Tacumbú. Fuck!

Every criminal in Paraguay
knows that place is called hell.

D2, B4 are prison wings.

They're getting someone
out of there. Rotela, maybe.

- They've got a wing to themselves.
- They don't need an army for that.

They only have
a few guards per prisoner there.

They need it.

"You must be ready

because the Son of Man
will come at an unexpected hour."

You got an idea, or you praying for one?

These right here,

and this right here.

They're codes.

Messages from the boss
to the entire Organization.

They're getting their messiah
out of Tacumbú.

The one guy that wouldn't
leave the Organization in peace

is now working with them

because he's about to be extradited

and would spend the rest of his life
rotting in a Brazilian jail.

He is the crown jewel
of the Paraguayan justice system,

the only one
with his own suite at Tacumbú.

They are gonna break out the Ambassador.

Let's roll out.