All language subtitles for Impuros.S05E05.Teamwork.Makes.the.Dream.Work [eng]

God damn it!

You are my responsibility.

God damn it, mom!

Save my mother, motherfucker!

Save her!

She had the fucking gun
I had left in your hands, motherfucker!

Evandro is responsible for the death

of Morello's ex-wife and daughter.

There's a letter for you, bro.

From where?

If you can't find Samuel,
we'll know it's because he's dead.

I thought I had lost you.

We need to kill Evandro.

Afonso!

He will help us.

Step aside, Inês.

Your father will never agree
to work with me.

It will be only you and me.

How much do you make with Evandro?
I'll double it.

- What should we do?
- Let it move on.

Hey, stop! Stop!

Where the fuck is my shipment?

We received fucking nothing here.

So you've been robbed.

The kid here sucks. He's troublesome.

- Don't cry!
- Did Gilmar send you here?

- Why is Gilmar doing this?
- Who the fuck is Gilmar?

- I'll rip your ear off!
- Why is he doing this?

- Knock it off!
- This motherfucker...

Holy shit!

What the fuck did you do?

EPISODE 5

What the fuck did you do, Tubarão?

I swear I didn't mean it, Will.
It's the gun.

New guns suck.
Fuck! I should have brought my rifle.

- Fuck.
- Calm down.

- I'm going to fix this shit.
- How can I relax?

I killed the guy.

A poor innocent.
He didn't deserve this, Will.

Shut the fuck up. Calm down!

Smoke a joint.
I'll call the boss to fix this shit.

Come on, go.

Evandro is a very ambitious man.

I heard he stole your shipment.

Well...

I've always had you in high regard.

So I want you to know

that my doors will always be open.

We are open to having partners like that.

Loyal ones.

As a reward,

I promise that as soon as Evandro is gone,

the top brass is willing
to partner with you.

It's my gun's fault.

Shut up.

What the fuck, Wilbert?

Listen, the guy brought up Gilmar's name.

Tubarão got nervous.

He tried to scare him,
but the gun was unlocked.

- It was bad luck.
- Bad luck?

Is a shot in the face
just bad luck now, Wilbert?

This fucking corpse must disappear.

No one can find out about this shit.

No one.

Come on, Tubarão.
Get rid of the kid's car.

Shit. I'm sorry.
This guy has some problems.

I can't believe it. Of course he has.

What?

What the fuck were you thinking
stealing Ortega's shipment, Evandro?

Are you kidding me?

- Geise, let me explain.
Don't even try!

I come to back you up
and you do this to me?

- I had no choice.
Oh, poor thing! He had no choice.

He was forced to fuck up with my life.

Hear me out.

Let me explain what happened.

Do this for Airton.

Let's go, Coió!
Let's go for Evandro's fucking ass.

What are you talking about, Choque?

We can hold them up here. It's cool, man.

What the fuck? I'm talking about
the fucking shipment, for fuck's sake.

I just talked to Mariano.

It was that motherfucker Evandro
who took the fucking snow.

Let's go, guys!

Easy there. No one's going nowhere.
All of you sit down.

What? Are you going to chicken out now?

Bro, if you're serious,

we need to be strategic.

Strategic, my ass. Shit.

Against Evandro,
you can only kick his ass.

- Seriously, Choque.
- What?

That's why nothing you've done against him
has ever worked.

You always want to go aggressive, man.

What's the point of invading the ghetto

and not getting the shipment back?

Is there any point?

Take a breath.

Let's think it over.

No. That's nuts, Evandro.

It's the only way to get what you want.

But did you have to steal
Mariano's shipment to do that?

They have to understand
that I run it all, Geise.

But you could have told me.

Yes, I could.

Do you really think the Bolivian top brass
will agree to such an idea?

They have no choice.

If we count on their cooperation,
we're screwed.

It could work.

Come on, guys. Let's step it up,
the movement has to keep going again.

Come on, just snort a line and move it on.
There are preppies sleeping full nights.

If we sit back,
they return to their family.

Then it's two or three weeks
before coming back to snort.

Let me see. Dope.

Keep it going. Come on, kill it.

You need to get a move on.
Let's speed it up.

Come on. Let's go!
They pay in dollars.

Wilzão, my bro!

God damn it, fucker. You're back.

- Take it easy.
- My bad.

- So are you better?
- I'm still getting over it.

But you know what?
I can already exchange fire.

Nice, bro. Here.

- What's up, bro?
- Make a line for yourself.

Come on, I've just left the hospital.

Exactly! The best medicines
are all Bolivian.

- You suck, man.
- Snort it.

Trust me. Holy shit.
You didn't even get a straw. Calm down.

Come on, get to work.

Come on, tramp.

- This one's strong.
- Holy shit.

What's up, Wilbert?

Hey, the preppies are all getting lost.
Why did you move the crack house?

Evandro is here with his family.

He wanted more security,
so I moved everything closer.

- Okay. Hey, I'll have a sniff here.
- You bet.

No! Not you.

Not you!
Your mother's going to piss me off.

She told me you're getting home
all coked up.

She's full of crap.

But wait. What do we do?

Get someone to give instructions?
It doesn't make sense.

Follow me.

What? What are you doing?

- Foguinho, you too. Follow me.
- Let's go.

- You've got a white snow on your nose!
- You like that.

- This phone is out of coverage area.
- Hey, child.

- What a face. You look like a vampire.
- It's because of Gerson, dad.

He doesn't answer the phone
nor answer my messages.

I didn't sleep the whole night.

Oh my God, my dear.

Look, he must have gone out
with his friends for a drink.

He may have overslept and missed the time.
He will call you soon.

This phone is out of coverage area.

Come on, Radinho. Come on, man.

That's marketing, bro.

We'd make a lot of money if we opened
a branch in the south side of town.

That's smart.

- Come on, Radinho!
- This shit's crooked.

- Hey, we need to get the other bag.
- Take the other bag.

Look at that. Now we're talking.

Now they'll know exactly
where the crack house is.

- They sure will.
- Yes.

You know what?

One day, I'd like to make a line like this
out of snow.

I'd love to see the dopeheads
in a sprint race.

Damn it.

So?

It seems Burgos doesn't work
in this office anymore.

I told you it wouldn't work.

Forget him.

We need to find a way into this warehouse
to sort it out at once.

No, we can't.

It's impossible to kill Evandro at Dendê.

We need to go after his money.

Our best shot is to look for the guy
that manages most of his operations.

Sure.

How can we do that
if we can't even find him?

Well, Burgos is no longer a lawyer
because he's a parliamentary advisor now.

I paid a guy off
and he told me that Burgos is in Rio

and gave me his office phone number.

Evandro's now running someone in politics?

I told you he's the deal.

Shall we?

Your call is being forwarded...

Fuck! Shit.

Damn it, Morello.
Where have you been, man?

Dealing with personal matters.

Inês?

Listen, man. Don't mess with Inês, okay?

Okay.

That is my problem.

- Hello?
- Morello, could you come to my office?

I need to talk to you.

Yes, me too.

Let's go, honey! We'll be late.

Airton!

- Geise, for God's sake.
- I'm coming, Mom.

- Relax.
- He keeps getting late now.

Relax. Look, I talked to Burgos.

He is working
on sending the money I owe you.

Just buy more time with the top brass
while I sort everything out here in Rio.

- Okay? It's going to be all right.
- I know. We've discussed it. We've agreed.

- Yes. But you need to be careful, okay?
- Okay.

Now, if it all works out...
When it all works out,

I want to live here.

Miami? That could be a good idea.

Not Miami. I want to live in this house.

Okay.

Come on, honey!

You put the child to sleep.

He is sleeping.

I know, you put him to sleep
and you forget it.

Honey, say goodbye to your father.

- Bye, kid.
- I'm so sorry, Dolores.

- Is he sleeping?
- Promise it won't take long?

I'll be there soon.

Take care of our family, okay?
They're in your hands.

I'll be there.

Don't. Don't wake up the baby.

Thank you, Dolores. Let's go.

- Geise.
- What?

How did Ortega find out
I stole the shipment?

Well, when he called me,
he already knew that.

It's over. Either you authorize me
to go after Evandro or it's over.

- I quit the police. That's enough.
- I authorize it.

I have experience...

- What did you say?
- I said I authorize it.

It's an order from higher-ups.

But look. I want to hear about everything.

I don't want you screwing things up.

If you do a good job, you have my support.

Now, will you excuse me?
I need to get back to work.

Now that we've taken Toca's,
we've got to take Muralha's,

- okay, fucker?
- Sure.

Keep me posted, all right?
Now get up there and tell everyone.

I'll be here on the rooftop, okay?

Don't mess up.

- Hey, Choque.
- What?

How the fuck do you invade the favela
without letting me know, damn it?

So what?

Now I have to let you know
what I do in my faction?

What did we agree on?

To be strategic.

Do you think you're going to get
the shipment by invading the ghetto, bro?

Screw the shipment.

Listen. At this point,
Evandro has distributed the whole thing.

We've got to invade and fuck the Command
and the smaller ghettos. Got it?

So we can draw their attention to it.

Then what do we do? We take over Royal.

Fuck. It's full of white gold there,
and there's an exit to the bay.

Or do you think the Bolivian
will give the money back?

I'll fix everything here in Rio, Mom.

I'm going to prove you were wrong.

Too bad that you didn't want
to be here to see that.

Hey, bro.

Sorry to interrupt.

It's okay.

It's the BOB
and the Original Command.

They're trying to take over
some of our ghettos.

It was long overdue, this shit.

Do you want to fight back?

No.

Tell Burgos that he needs
to call Otavinho.

This motherfucker needs to help us.

Leave that Command shit to me.

- You bet.
- Okay?

Hey.

What's up with Gerson?

It's fine, man.

Tubarão and I worked it out.
The body disappeared.

Gilmar can't hear about this shit.

No, he won't.

- Trust me.
- I trust in you.

But that guy is a pothead motherfucker,
isn't he?

Tubarão is an old buddy, boss.

I'll fix that shit.

That's your responsibility.

- You bet.
- Thank you.

- What's up?
- It's done.

- Did you get everything?
- It's all there.

Let's look at the whole situation.

From the beginning.

Starting with this one.

Tubarão.

Tubarão, where are you, man?
I'm looking for you everywhere.

We need to talk.

Hey, he's right there.

Damn it, Tubarão!

Why don't you answer the radio?

My bad, man.
I forgot to turn it on.

- Uh...
- What are you looking at, Tubarão?

It's Free Willy, man.

Free Willy? Who's that?

Sargeant Paulinho.
He lives at the entrance to Royal.

Look at him. He's all retired.

He's always loading his boat
and going for a swim.

Scuba diving, you know?

It's a real blast.

Hey, Tubarão.

Put that shit down.
I want to talk about some serious stuff.

You're such a pain in the ass, bro.

For real, Tubarão.
I want to talk about Gerson.

Don't mention him.

I'm freaked out with this shit.

I owe this one to Gilmar.
I'm thinking of telling him the truth.

"Shit, Gilmar.

It was just an accident.

The guy had the wrong head
in the wrong place."

Put your shit together
because we need to waste a fuckup later.

These are the ports
and the shipment that Giaccommo wants.

I'll need 300 kg.

300 kg?

That's a good one!

If you want to get three tons,

we need to deliver at least 300 kg.

Ah.

Tolls are expensive in Brazil, you know.

- It's 10 percent.
- Yes?

No.

How do you expect me to fool them
if you give me nothing?

No idea.

But that's not my problem.

I thought you cared about my problems.

Of course

I care about your problems, honey.

But they won't send me more money and...

I have enough debts already.

Take this opportunity

to show them
you can handle it by yourself.

Besides, those niggers can't even do math.

I hate this country.

When are we going to Italy?

Soon.

When I become the boss.

It's really hot, isn't it?

We should go somewhere
with an air conditioner.

You fucked with us, Evandro.

If you kept your word, we'd still have
the ghetto to ourselves, right?

Are you nuts, Toca?

Keep it down.

You asked for war,
I gave it to you.

If you didn't take the heat,
that's not my fault.

- Come on, bro.
- What?

I called for backup.
You know that's not how it went down.

Now the Original Command and the BOB
took over Muralha's favela, didn't they?

- Yes, I lost it.
- Then it's time for you to listen to me.

- Right?
- Right.

War is not always the answer.

We have the greatest faction in Rio.
It's time for us to rule it all.

But how can you do this shit without war?

War is bad business, Toca.

Especially because some people
can't handle it.

It's time to take a step forward.

Starting today,

if I hear of a single shot coming
from the Command, I'll consider it treason

and I'll kick them out of the faction.

I'm the fucking boss here.

I'll handle it my way.

I need those 300 kg
as soon as possible, Carmen.

Almada, I'm doing
everything I can to get that.

You'd better get it soon.

Remember you're useless to us
except for this.

Burgos, I'm sick of the pressure

from the press,
the Secretary of Public Safety.

You guys need to stop screwing up.

That's exactly what we wanted, Otavinho.

But it's all the competitor's fault.

Those competitor companies
that won't stop attacking us.

My client can solve this problem.

But he'll need some help.

Some help, Burgos?

Your client is always fucking with me.

I spoke to Congressman Palmeira.

He was very interested in Hassan.

He even agreed to help you out
with your social project.

One good turn deserves another.

What does your client want?

It's not about what he wants.

It's about what the state needs.

If you're open to get the police

to target our competitors,

then everyone would benefit.

You bring Palmeira
to the opening of my social project,

and I talk to the chief of police.

Perfect.

It's a good deal for sure.

I already made a very good price, okay?

Whatever is our agreement,

I'll buy it at the same price.

Okay. Then I'd like to talk
to your supply guy.

I mean, supply girl.

Don't worry. I'll talk to her, okay?

We can come to a deal.

- What deal? It's 10 percent or nothing.
- For God's sake.

All right.

You'll send four shipments of 750 kg
and one of 300 kg.

You have one month. Can you do that?

Of course.

These are the ports and dates
when we'll receive the shipment.

Work on your schedule and let me know.

Use this phone to talk to me.

For nothing else.

That's ridiculous!

Who does Evandro think he is
to mess with our business?

We trusted you, Geise.

What Evandro does or doesn't

has nothing to do with me.

But I took the initiative
and talked to him.

He agreed to pay a little more

than the shipment's price to the top brass

- due to the mess.
- Ah.

Is that a joke?

What Evandro did
has nothing to do with money.

It's about principles!

Ah. So it's about principles?

If that's the case,

what were you guys doing

trying to sell white gold in Brazil?

We had a deal.

Is this the kind of loyalty
I should expect from you?

What I'm doing now

is to solve a problem created by you

and carried on by him, Mariano.

What the fuck?

Where's the fuckup, Wilbert?

Damn it, I thought they'd wait for us
before starting the game.

Wait.

Get out, Tubarão.

You're not handling that Gerson shit.

If Gilmar finds out, I'm screwed.

Fuck. I'm your man.
I'm with you since we were kids, shit.

You never shut the fuck up.

Come on, Will. I've always backed you up.

Do you think I'm going to say
something to fuck you up?

Damn it, Will. Don't do this to me.

Don't you remember
I used to help you when we were kids?

I even lent you my soccer boots
when you needed an extra pair.

Shit. Do you think
I'd say something to get you in trouble?

You'd skip class to come to my home.

Please, I don't want to die.

Don't kill me. I'm your fucking brother.

- I fucking love you.
- Okay. Stop crying, damn it.

Take it all off.

Leave the rifle.

Get out of Dendê.
Don't ever come back here.

Thank you. I fucking love you, Will.

What a fuckup.

This one, man?
He's even a parliamentary advisor now.

What's that box?

That's your latest feat.

It's the investigation
of the day you got shot by Evandro.

Investigation?

POLICE INVESTIGATION

He shot me with my own gun, man.

This is his gun.

I'll keep it now.

It docks tomorrow. 300 kg.

- Where?
- Rotterdam.

Now, let me do my job.

This seizure goal of yours
puts me at risk.

Okay. Hello?

Let's go.

MISSING PERSON

It isn't correct, madam.

My calculation? I'm sorry.

No, the calculation is correct.

The quantity delivered is what's wrong.

Are you sure?

Good morning, Ms. Gueise.

It's Geise.

Welcome.

How can I help you?

Stop working.

Stop working.

None of you

know what I've been through

to be here.

None of you know the price

I paid to be here today.

I've suffered a lot.

That's why I empathize

with other people's suffering.

If you have any issues,

some problems,

a sick relative,

please let me know.

I'll do everything I can to help.

But there's something
that needs to be very clear.

Do not take anything from me or my family.

MISSING PERSON, GERSON MOREIRA

Hi, honey. Is anything wrong?

Dad.

Do you think Gerson...

No, honey. Don't think about that.

Be positive.

Could you please come home?

Yes, babe. As soon as I can.

Please.

Hey, Choque.
The cops are hassling us, man.

They won't leave us alone.

And it's only with us.

Do you know why?

They've made a deal with the Command.

Not a single cop will get close
to their ghetto.

Now you're scared of the cops, man?

Don't fuck with me, bro.
Do I look like I'm scared of the cops?

Someone's calling, boss.

- What?
- What's up, dipshit?

Listen, I'm not looking
for trouble, okay? I come in peace.

I want to make peace between us.

You fucking with me, right?

You want peace now?

Let him talk, man.

- Yo, give me that shit! Fuck.
- Let him talk, damn it.

Let him talk, my ass.

He wants to talk with me.
Give me the radio.

Look, I've got a good deal for us.

When Coió and you
decide to go from being crooks

to becoming real criminals,

just let me know.

It's a great pleasure

to be opening a daycare center,
Sol do Amanhã.

Afonso, it's taking too long.

I know. But Burgos is there.

Was the office girl sure?

Yes, she was.

...it's caring for the young citizens.

It's him.

What is he doing?

Ah.

- Burgos!
- Otavinho.

That's "tomorrow's sun"!

The briefcase.

Look.

It was found today.

It's 300 kg of cocaine

at the port of Rotterdam

on a cargo transportation coming

- from Rio de Janeiro.
- Fuck.

It's confidential, right?

I thought you'd like to take a look.

- Read it and learn how to write a report.
- Let me see.

They even sent a lab test report
of the snow they seized.

I see.

It's nice when you have funding.

I need to send a large shipment,
but my routes are packed.

I need yours.

Who would tell
you'd need my routes, Evandro?

I'll give them to you, but I want a share.

Sure. It's business, man.

Hand me your routes
and I'll keep you updated.

What's up, Coió?

- What's up, Choque?
- Bro.

I've just talked to Mariano.

Evandro isn't making through today.

What are you talking about?

There's a Command shipment coming in,
and I know the fucking route.

Ladainha? Hey, come here.

You're going to steal
that shipment, Ladainha.

What about us?

Didn't Evandro want to play peace?

We'll set up a meeting.

Once this guy steals that shipment,

we waste that dipshit, man.

You dig?

- Hey, I'm talking to you. Listen up.
- You bet, Choque.

Are you high, bro?

- I'm not high.
- Come on, snort it.

Snort it.
You're smoking too much pot, man.

Ortega has requested an emergency meeting,
but it doesn't feel right.

Geise, don't worry.

I'm getting everything done here
and I'll be right with you.

Okay.

Jeez, Mariano.

Gilmar, are you there?

What's up, Evandro?

It's looking good.
But we've got to be solid at the port.

Okay? We've got to move by the clock, bro.

You bet, man.

I don't know, man.

This shit is bound to get messy.

That's why it's going to work.

Don't worry.

Let's go.

Not this way. Come here.

Wait.

Face the wall, fuck.

Got any drugs, preppy?

- No, sir. We're visiting a friend.
- Really?

Come on.

Turn around.

Listen. It'll be worse if I find it
by myself. Where is it?

I have nothing, sir. Seriously.

Really? Let's go old school then.

Hey, Garcia.

His heart is racing now.

What are you scared of, scumbag?

Take your fucking shoes off.

There you are. You did me a solid.

- That's exactly what I wanted.
- Yes.

Do you call only when you need a favor?

Now you're a Fed,
you forgot about your friends.

- Bro...
- Are you nuts?

Not at all. Let's grab a beer one day.

- Will you come, Garcia?
- Sure, let's go.

- Will you pay?
- Yes, sure.

Thank you. Really.

How is Nanda doing?

We broke up.

Two years ago.

It makes sense. She's way better than you.

Go fuck yourself, Vasco.

Fuck you.
Go back to the barracks, you prick.

- Let's go, Garcia.
- What a pile of shit you say.

Ex-wife?

Ex-wife. Yes.

We all have our own backgrounds, right?

Let's go.

What's up, Evandro?

What's all this shit about peace?

This war is of no help.

We're just wasting a lot of...

You started it.

Now do you want to chat?

Let him talk, Choque.
Our turn will come, man.

War is only useful for people in power.

Politicians. Those assholes.

We should stop being pawns
and make our money safely.

I can't stand this motherfucker.
Go fuck yourself!

You sucker!

Hello.

Hello.

You know, we've been thinking

and we agree

that you're right, Geise.

Business is what really matters.

Although we don't trust Evandro,

we know you're working
to increase the profits

of the top brass.

- Sure.
- That's why we've been thinking

we could renegotiate some conditions.

You want to fight here, nigger?

Do you want to exchange fire?

We're all going to die.
It won't make any difference.

Here's my deal.

From now on,
we keep our territories as they are.

You keep what's yours.
We keep what's ours.

Everyone will get my white gold

and I'll split the profits
among the factions.

We just need to sign a peace pact.

What about the cops, Evandro?

I've talked to them, bro.

It's all good.

If we close this deal,
they won't get in the way.

- I don't trust this guy, Coió.
- Listen up, bro.

- The truck is nowhere.
- Hold on, Choque. Shit, you wired?

Boss, Ladainha said there was no truck.

Is this what you're looking for?

That motherfucker Evandro.
He did it again.

Do you think I'm an idiot, bro?

Do you think I don't know that
Mariano's been spilling the beans to you?

I'm the only road to the white gold.

You need to realize
that this deal isn't an offer.

It's the solution.

You fucking asshole!

- Chill out, Choque.
- What the fuck?

- Are you fucking with me?
- I told you to chill.

- What the fuck, bro?
- It's a good deal, man.

It's good for us. Lower your gun.

Choque.

Lower your gun.

Lower the gun, shit. Aren't you listening?

Lower the gun, Choque.

Stay sharp, guys.

From now on, the white gold distribution

is Mattos' responsibility.

Hang on.

But Evandro knows all the ways
into the international market.

But he isn't reliable.

It's them.

Hello? What?

What the fuck?
Will you only trust Evandro?

Weren't you trying to renegotiate?

Shall we?

From now on, all the white gold
coming to Rio goes through me.

No faction is buying from you.

Only from me.

Mm.

And you'd better become more reliable

or you're out.

Let's go, Juan.

Hey, focus.

See you.

Burgos is missing the briefcase
he took from the politician.

We need to find out
how is he useful to Evandro.

Take a look.

So?

- Is it the same cocaine?
- Yes.

Thank you.

Damn it.

Yes.

Europe.
This opens up another pathway, right?

Yes, it does.

And I'll tell you this. I don't think
Evandro is sharing that with the Command.

Mattos, you're a fucking crook, motherfucker.

You're selling me out to Ortega?

Evandro, calm down.

Don't tell me to calm down.

Things are about to change.

I'll have your routes now,
and if you don't share them, you're out.

Evandro, wait. Listen...

Fuck.

Do you have any evidence?

I do.

But I need my identity to remain secret.

Don't worry.

Our law guarantees
the confidentiality of sources.

This...

is a sample of drugs seized here
in Rio de Janeiro.

And this one
was seized in Rotterdam.

You'll see that both tests show
that it's the same drug, which means...

We, Brazil, Rio de Janeiro,
are supplying Europe with drugs.

Is this a reliable source?

From the Federal Police, shit.

Now think about it.

Who's doing that?

- Evandro.
- Of course.

It's a big story in your hands.

So enjoy it.

Don't worry. I will.

Come.

Where the fuck is this briefcase?

Do you think travel agents
make all this money?

Yes, look.

Taking photos with the governor?

There's no way this guy
is just a travel agent.

- I'll check outside.
- Okay.

- Be careful.
- Okay. Go there.

What the fuck is this?

What are you doing here?

I'm not looking for trouble.
I'm leaving, okay?

Be quiet. I'll call the police.

Don't...

Shit.

Tadeu?

Holy shit, what a slacker.

Better late than never.

The Church apologizes to the native people
in the 500-year mass.

Lower interest rates
make it easier for home buyers.

- The tanker truck scam.
- Juca. Give me a coffee.

Injunctions help distributors evade taxes.

We'll see the link between organized crime
and international drug trafficking.

Hey, boss.
Come on, Evandro. Turn on the TV.

They're revealing our operations.

...in a very elaborate plan,

the shipment is loaded into containers
before they are shipped.

It's a scheme involving
the corruption of dockworkers.

According to our sources,

this scheme is operated
by a faction known as the Command,

which is led by the well-known
Evandro from Dendê.

Evandro from Dendê
was recently arrested,

but he escaped through the front door,

embarrassing the police of Rio de Janeiro.

Holy shit.

Translated by Ana Paula Shiguemoto